#but when i wanna call a woman babygirl-ish name it’s because they are

[z0mbie1uvr]

important question

you know when people call grown men babygirl? what’s a funny term for that but when they are women because babygirl just doesn’t hit the same when it’s actually a girl

[morizoras-cave]

Persistent (Request)

Marvel cast x f!teen!co-star!reader

Genre: angst-ish, fluff

Request Description: Hellooo! Could you write a all the marvel cast men x teen! reader? Like they all go out to eat and hangout at a mall or something and when she goes in the women’s part of a store while they are all on the men’s side, some creepy dude keeps on hitting on her and like after she tries to politely decline his attempts and stuff rdj and the rest are like nuh uh this ain’t happening lol

Warnings: language, hints at smexual stuff, harassment, persistent asshole 

(A/N): this story includes anthony mackie, winston duke, sebastian stan, chris evans, robert downey jr and mark ruffalo. im sorry i didnt include alllll of the marvel dudes, but i just find it hard to cram them all into one fic :((( ALSO sorry if the ending is shitty hgssghsgsh

“You don’t have to bring me with you.”

“It’s too late, we’re bringing you.”

“But-” 

“Y/n, you are not spending your birthday alone!” 

You and Anthony were bickering like always. There was a short break in filming the next marvel movie, and while many people, including you, were planning on going home for the week, Sebastian, Anthony, Winston, Chris and Tom and arranged a ‘guys night out’, if you will. 

You were going to enjoy your birthday that day with your family, but a couple of days before your family had cancelled, because of exams and overloading work. They promised you’d celebrate some other day, but you were still bummed out.

Anyway, Anthony had somehow reluctantly made you admit that you were celebrating alone, and had decided to instead drag you with him and the guys to their ‘night out’. 

“I don’t wanna come and just be a bother to everyone,” you mumbled. Anthony sighed and looked at you. He then diverted his eyes back to the road. 

“You’re not bothering anyone, N/n.”

“Well, you’re gonna have to cancel your plans to the strip club or whatever you were gonna do!” You stressed. Anthony gasped like a TV mean girl.

“Did you really think we were gonna go to a strip club? Y/n, that’s private business, you don’t do that with your guys.” 

“Well, what then?” 

The mall, apparently. 

You and Anthony both stood with your necks craned to look at the proud and boasting sign, ‘mall of America’. He’d shut up after your question and just parked the car, leading you to stand exactly there, in front of that famous mall. 

“You’re gonna go shopping?” you looked at him. 

“Yeah, and what about it?” 

Before you could start another argument with Anthony, you heard a familiar ‘hey!’ and snapped your head in the direction of the caller. Winston, Sebastian, Chris, Robert and Mark were all gathered together, seemingly waiting for you two. 

“Hey, there you are! We were waiting for you,” Chris said with his usual big, dorky smile on his lips. Him and Anthony hugged and then he pulled back to look at you. 

“Y/n, you okay with spending your birthday with us?” 

“Whatever, man,” was all you could say, making the group burst into laughter. 

You would never admit it to Anthony, or any of the others for that matter, but it was actually a lot of fun. You went into many stores for no apparent reason. The guys bought and helped you make a Build-A-Bear, which you named Svenbjorn, and he had a little detective suit and a little bag. 

You ate at a Denny’s, where Mark unfortunately, but rather predictably, spilled maple syrup on himself. Then you looked around stores for fancy suits and clothes and gifts for their loved ones. Your mood was brightened, and the guys sure didn’t seem to be displeased that you were there. 

“Let’s go in here real quick,” Sebastian had said, and everyone walked with him into the clothing store. You hadn’t actually bought anything that day, so you decided that maybe it wouldn’t hurt to look around a bit.

“I’m gonna go to the women’s section,” you said, pointing to the area at the other end of the store. 

“Sure,” Robert waved you off, as him and the others crowded around a blue suit. You rolled your eyes and bounded off to the women’s area. 

Your eyes found a pretty yellow shirt hanging on a rack near the back. You quickly made your way to it, standing and admiring it, checking the fabric and the price. 

“Hey, babygirl,” a cocky voice sounded beside you. You turned your head to see a boy around your age, an ugly smirk on his lips. His words almost made you vomit the Denny’s pancakes you’d just eaten, but you shook off the feeling. 

“Uh, hey,” you mumbled, turning back to the shirt. Now you fiddled with it nervously. 

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing here alone, huh?” his voice was strangely predatory, something about it just didn’t sit right with you. It made you feel alerted and uncomfortable. 

“Looking at shirts..”

“I bet you’d look good in this one,” he said. You didn’t have to look to know he’d found some sheer-ass, see through, titty exposer. You did however peep, and, yes.. You were right. 

“Look, I’m not interested,” you sighed. 

“That’s too bad, girlie, I could make you feel real good.”

You scrunched up your nose in disgust. Your fingers gave up their grasp on the shirt, deciding that it would be best to just get out of there. The sound of your boots hitting the shiny floor sounded, as you began padding away.

“Hey, wait, where are you going?” you heard him walking behind you, the action of persistence making your heartbeat speed up. You were now panicking.

“Hey! Why are you following her?” you breathed out in relief. Winston was standing not too far away, Sebastian and Anthony behind him. He had lowered his voice to sound more threatening, which you normally would laugh at, but considering the situation, you were pretty relieved he did it. 

All the three men looked pretty damn angry. You didn’t know how much of the conversation they’d heard, but obviously enough. Hearing another set of boots, you snapped your head to see Chris, Mark and Robert jogging towards the scene. You made eye contact with Chris, who furrowed his brows in confusion. 

The boy was now looking at the six angry and buff men, swallowing fearfully. He was shaking and surely starting to sweat. You smirked. Asshole. You walked over to stand between Sebastian and Chris.

“Are you okay?” they both murmured, searching your eyes worriedly. The fact that they were so protective of you made you smile a bit. Although, the thought that you needed several men with you to the mall to protect you kind of sucked.

“I’m alright,” you said. Meanwhile, Winston, Anthony and Robert were approaching the kid with disapproving looks. 

“Didn’t your mom ever tell you to respect women? Huh?”

“What’s your issue, kid? You had such a big mouth just a moment ago?”

“Don’t ever talk to any woman like that ever again, you hear me?” 

They didn’t even touch him, just the anger and seriousness in their voices and on their faces was enough to get the message into the kids head. He nodded, breath shaking. Then, he dashed off between Winston and Anthony, running out of the store, like a dog with its tail between its hind legs. 

When the other three turned back to you, they were still angry. 

“I can’t believe him! I can’t believe that asshole!” Anthony muttered, disbelief ridden in his voice. Winston had grown softer, looking down at you in concern. 

“Are you okay, N/n? He didn’t touch you, did he?” You could tell he was actually worried. 

“No, no, nothing like that. It’s okay, guys, it really wasn’t that serious,” you explained, wanting them to calm down. You couldn’t be the reason why their ‘guys night’ was ruined.

“Not that serious? Y/n, he wasn’t backing off when you told him to!” Robert seemed even angrier that you were denying the severity of the issue. You just shrugged.

“This kind of stuff happens all the time, this time I just had you guys with me,” you explained. By the looks on their faces, that wasn’t the most reassuring answer. In fact, even Chris and Sebastian and Mark (the sweetest human being ever, theoretically incapable of feeling anger) were angry now, scoffing. 

“That’s not- That’s-” Chris put his hands on his hips like an angry mom. Sebastian squeezed your shoulder, making you look at him, to see his jaw clenched. 

“Y/n, if that ever happens to you, no matter how big or small, just call us, please,” Anthony said, eyes catching yours to express how serious he was. You nodded. “I mean that shit.” 

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll call you.” 

There was a moment of silence where everyone just basked in their anger, before Mark spoke up. 

“Hey, how about we just continue as planned and go watch a movie at the cinema?” 

Reluctantly, everyone started walking to the cinema. You noticed how your walking formation had changed, almost caging you in, protecting you. Although you, Mark and Winston kept a pretty solid conversation, you couldn’t help but overhear the other’s talking about how angry they still were. Of course, they had every right to. 

The night turned out alright again, as they slowly shook off their anger. The movie was great, and it created something new to talk about other than the ‘disrespectful little shit from earlier’. 

When Anthony drove you both back to the hotel you were both staying at, he had another serious conversation with you. He talked about staying safe and keeping a backup weapon and such.

He wasn’t usually serious, so you listened carefully. You were thankful that they had been there that day. So were they. And from that day on they all were a little bit more protective with you - whether it was in interviews or just in daily life - they kept you close and was always slightly suspicious of anyone talking to you. 

It meant a lot to you, and you thanked them, both for their protection, for an awesome birthday, and for one bitchin’ build-a-bear :)

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[earpdearp]

just blowing off steam

Wherein Waverly and Nicole take a little trip over to the city together. Totally casual friendly bonding between two friends. Like ya do. 

Complete with tasty treats, hair braiding, and shooting things. Still not a date. Still hovering around 1x09-ish, pre-Willa timeframe. 

Fair warning: they are DORKS.

Also on AO3. Approximately 4,409 words.

Other WayHaught “friends” fics: just coffee and just another tuesday

Waverly Earp stalked down the steps of the municipal building, both frustrated and disappointed.

“Black Badge Consultant” my ass.

She was tired of the sidelines. She wanted to do more. Be more.

Waverly had helped, dammit. She was the Keeper of the Bones, dammit.

Well, was. Was the Keeper of the Bones… since said bones were a shattered mess buried next to the barn.

And the owner of said bones was who Wynonna and Doc had gallivanted off to contend with: Constance Clootie the Stone Witch. Wynonna had said something about heading to the salt flat area south of the Ghost River Triangle. Always with a “Take it easy, babygirl” and a kiss to her hair before leaving without Waverly.

Argh.

Waverly had hoped to capitalize on her sister’s absence. Dolls would be at the BBD office. Maybe a little schmoozing could get her in good with the Man in Charge and the chance for her to Do More.

She had prepped to the nines for schmoozing: a tin full of homemade banana muffins, a tall thermos of her special hot chocolate, and a fat folder of research (the Latin all impeccably translated).

Except in true Dolls fashion, he had ignored the first two offerings, accepted the research, and shut the glass door in her face. It took all of Waverly’s remaining dignity not to blow her stack in the middle of the station. Or throw the thermos through the window.

A few deep breaths had calmed Waverly down, but only because of her next genius idea: Nicole. The police station was down the hall and Waverly came bearing gifts.

Win-win.

And, if Waverly was being 100% honest with herself… she had already set aside a few muffins to share with Officer Haught. It was a warm thought. One she’d had more than once that morning.

Except…

“Oh yea, Haught was in earlier. You just missed her. She’s off today,” Lonnie said, his nose still buried in the file on his desk. He suddenly stopped and sniffed the air. “…Do I smell banana muffins?”

Sighing, Waverly had set a muffin into Lonnie’s eager hands. She dropped another off on Sheriff Nedley’s desk (who was on the phone and gestured angrily before seeing what Waverly had brought). He didn’t smile exactly, but gruffly nodded in acceptance.

After pulling on her ear muffs to brace against the chill, Waverly had stomped out the door down the steps. Which only served to make her feel smaller. Why was she expected to “take it easy” after fracturing her hand when Wynonna had been kidnapped by a serial killer and held hostage but was totally fine to get back to it?!

Argh!

Waverly was just tired of being left out all the frickin’ time. Left out of decisions, left out of missions, just… left out. And taking care of things, the one thing she was super good at… no one seemed to notice. Or wouldn’t let her. Or got by just fine without her.

She started grinding her heel at the cracked ice on the pavement with her boots. The crackling under her boot was satisfying, but it was a short walk back to her Jeep in the side lot (with not a lot of ice in between to destroy).

As Waverly scowled and reached for the keys in her pocket, she felt her phone vibrate. Pulling the device out, she saw a new SnapChat message.

From Nicole.

Smiling brightly, Waverly opened the picture to see… herself. As she was now, just at a distance from a side angle. She jerked her head up to skim the parking lot.

Two rows over, Nicole was waving a gloved hand, green scarf tight around her neck. Her hair was up in its usual French braid, but her clothes were civilian; jeans, calf-length riding boots, and a puffy navy blue coat with a touch of blue fur along the collar. She stood by the boot of her police cruiser, trunk ajar.

Waverly smiled so wide it hurt, relief surging in her chest. As she padded over, Waverly tugged her ear muffs down to her neck and could finally hear a distant shout.

“—verly! Hey!” It didn’t sound like the first time Nicole had called her name.

Waverly almost barreled into Nicole with a hug, but stopped herself at the last second.

Uhhh? What was that about?

Nicole flashed Waverly a wide, dimpled smile. “Sorry for the accidental stalker pic. I tried calling to you but you seemed… distracted.” The corners of Nicole’s mouth pulled down in a dramatic frown as she leaned to the side and looked beyond Waverly. Following her gaze, Waverly saw the shattered patches of ice in her wake.

“Uh… it’s fine,” Waverly said with a sheepish laugh, vapor clouding around her mouth. “I was just… well. Dolls being Dolls.” She trailed off with a shrug.

A knowing nod from Nicole. “Ah. Say no more.”

Brightening, Waverly bounced on her toes. “I was actually looking for you.”

“Oh yea? What for?” Nicole tilted her head curiously.

Oh! Um… …wait why I was looking for her?

Waverly stared at Nicole, her mind blanking out for some reason. Her mind did that a lot lately. “Uhh… Just… to say hey?”

The woman smiled back with a nod. “Well, hey yourself.” She elbowed the trunk closed with a dull clunk.

The sound made Waverly jump slightly, the thermos in her hand sloshing. She was finally aware again that she was holding hot chocolate and a tin of her famous, amazing banana muffins.

…duh!

“No, wait! Not just to say hey.” Tucking the thermos into the crook of her elbow, Waverly popped open the tin with a flourish. “Ta da!” There was a pair of obvious gaps in the collection, but otherwise nearly a dozen muffins glistened in the container.

Another pull to Nicole’s lips, but this time as a baffled (but impressed) smile. “You did this for me?” She looked over the batch and selected a particularly large one.

Yes.

“Um, technically to bribe Dolls. Which didn’t work. …You were the ideal audience, though!” Waverly scrunched up her nose, half-apologetic.

Nicole gave a dry laugh. “Hey, his loss, right?” She bit into the muffin, crumbs flecking her black gloves with yellow. Her eyes bulged as Nicole took a second bite, voice muffled. “Holy shit, his loss! These are amazing, Waves!” A third bite followed a fourth.

Waverly beamed back, more pleased than she should have been. She wondered if she would have been this happy if Dolls had liked ‘em… and immediately knew the answer was a No. “Thank you!”

“Uh, I should be thanking you,” Nicole corrected as she easily finished off the muffin and tried to swipe at her mouth with bulky gloves.

Without thinking, Waverly reached up and brushed at Nicole’s chin with her bare fingertips. The other woman froze. Aware of the line she had just crossed, Waverly retracted her hand with a blush.

What happened to just friends?!

Argh!

They both cleared their throats and looked away. Nicole murmured a thank you and blotted a thumb at the corner of her mouth.

Awkwardly lifting her elbow, Waverly gestured to the thermos to change the subject. “Also: hot chocolate! No marshmallows, but still my secret recipe.” She winked conspiratorially at Nicole.

The woman smiled, but shook her head as she checked her watch. “Can’t right now. Got somewhere to be.”

Oh. Of course. Everyone had somewhere to be.

Except me.

Waverly was disappointed. She started to back away to stammer out a cheerful (if insincere), “Well I—I won’t keep you—I’ll just…”

But Nicole interrupted her. “Hey, what are you doing right now?” Her face was soft and serious.

Thinking of Wynonna then Dolls (then Gus), Waverly had to resist the urge to scowl. Instead, she just shook her head. “Nothing. I’m off today. Maybe pick up more groceries on the way back to the Homestead, otherwise…” A shrug.

The woman smiled back, her voice gentle (hopeful?). “Would you be up for a little road trip?”

Yes.

“Where to?” Waverly asked.

“The city? Well, just outside the city.”

Yes.

“To do what?”

Nicole blinked at Waverly with a head tilt, her voice dry and teasing. “I don’t know about you? …But I’ve had kind of a shitty week—shitty month, actually. Wanna blow off some steam with me?”

It was a resounding Yes. A terrified, intrigued, excited, nervous, heart-pounding Yes.

Waverly stared back. A flush immediately hit her cheeks, and she felt her throat tighten. “I—well—not that… uhh…”

Brown eyes widened in surprise when Nicole stopped to think about how that sounded. “Oh! Shit! No! I wasn’t—Shit.” She sighed and pressed a gloved hand to cover her eyes.

Hand still over her eyes, Nicole popped open her cruiser’s trunk latch and gestured to the boot. Looking down, Waverly saw two large hard cases and one smaller one, along with boxes of ammunition.

“I meant… I was going to the gun range near the city. Shoot some targets? Work out that aggression with a little state-sanctioned violence?” She shot Waverly a cheesy, innocent grin between her splayed fingers over her eyes. She elbowed the trunk closed once more.

Oh!

…Oh.

“Oh.” Waverly scrunched up her face in consideration. “Sure you wouldn’t mind? I don’t wanna be a bother if this is your alone time…” She felt herself stepping back in polite evasion.

Nicole took a small step forward, her breath a wisp of warm vapor on Waverly’s face. “I wouldn’t mind. I’d… appreciate it if you came.”

“…then I’d like to come.” It came out a lot softer than Waverly had intended.

Nicole was pleased. She slid along the passenger side of her cruiser and opened the door chivalrously. “Milady,” Nicole said with a teasing lilt.

“Milady,” Waverly repeated back as she settled into the seat, the door closing on her right with a faint thud. She set the thermos into the cup holder and the tin in her lap. Her purse she shifted from her right shoulder to the floor, the strap snagging on her long, loose hair for a second.

Nicole entered the car a few seconds later, buckling into the driver’s seat with a click. “I have a lane reserved at 11 for an hour. Then maybe we could do lunch after if you want?”

“Sounds good to me!” Nodding, Waverly waggled the hot cocoa enticingly at Nicole. At Nicole’s return nod, Waverly poured a small cup of the (still steaming) cocoa and passed it over.

She had to pull her gloves off with her teeth to accept, but Nicole managed a sip while deftly guiding the car to the main road out of town. She made a delighted humming noise in the back of her throat before draining the cup in one go. Waverly offered a refill that Nicole eagerly obliged with grin. “And here I thought I was gonna have to pick up something on the way into the city. I need to run into you more often, Waverly Earp.”

“I can’t promise every encounter will include banana muffins,” Waverly retorted, soft with faux-apology, as she pulled out one for herself and took a big bite. It was a good batch, indeed. One of her best.

“Oh. Well…” Nicole wrinkled her nose and trailed off. She shot Waverly a dry grin and a wink. “I guess that’s fine.”

“It better be,” Waverly warned, smiling in spite of herself.

It was… nice.

The cruiser was warm (the police radio off for once). Nicole seemed relaxed, her body leaning into her window with an arm thrown up to guide the wheel with a thumb while her right hand palmed the thermos lid. This time, Nicole slowly sipped her second cup of cocoa. Steam wafted around her chin. The car smelled like vanilla, chocolate and bananas.

Really, really nice.

A minute, then another passed in silence. Partially awkward, partially pleasant.

“How’s Wynonna doing?” Nicole finally asked.

“She’s… Wynonna.”

A breath of a laugh. “Right.”

“…She’s good, considering. Thank you for asking. Off doing her Wynonna things, dealing with everything in her own Wynonna way.”

Heard she got kicked out of Shorty’s the other night. Wasted to high heaven then hit the strip clubs. Top notch coping mechanism(s).

“Like she does,” Nicole agreed. Her gaze flicked over to Waverly, voice low and significant. “How are you doing?”

Terrible. Slowly coming apart at the seams. Everything’s going out of control. Everyone’s leaving. Uncle Curtis. Shorty. Gus when she sells Shorty’s. Maybe Wynonna. Hopefully not Wynonna.

Sighing, Waverly crammed the rest of the muffin into her mouth to avoid answering immediately. “It’s been a shitty week—month—for me, too. I think Gus found a buyer. It’s real. She’s selling Shorty’s.”

“Wave... I’m sorry.”

“Thank you.” Waverly cleared her throat, eager to change the subject. She glanced over at Nicole, taking note of the fading scar above her left eyebrow. “How are you feeling? Back on full duty yet?”

A quick head-shake. “One more week of paper-pushing. Nedley’s orders.” Nicole gave a thoughtful pause before rolling her right shoulder slightly. “Still get tired at times. I guess it’s a lingering thing from the exposure. And, y’know, dying for a little bit. But… almost back to normal.”

Nicole’s voice was light and nonchalant, but it sent a surge of panic into Waverly’s chest.

She remembered the hospital. Nicole in that bed. Her brow bloodied, skin pale… “Found freezing in a ditch.” Plus, Wynonna missing… The memory made Waverly shudder for several reasons.

A question from Nicole brought Waverly out of her thoughtful daze. “…Can I ask you something? You don’t have to answer.”

Chewing her cheek, Waverly squirmed in her seat a little. She gave a nod when she saw Nicole glance over at her.

“You don’t have to get into specifics, but… do you know what’s going on in Purgatory? Like, on-on.”

Waverly scratched her fingernails along the edge of the tin, carefully considering an answer. She opted for a half-truth. “Sort of.”

“Can you tell me anything about it?”

She sighed. “…No. Not really.”

“I thought so.” Nicole kneaded at her bottom lip with her teeth. “Is there anything I—as in the Purgatory Sheriff’s Department—need to know? Or is there anything we can do to help?”

Waverly felt a brief surge of importance. Like for a moment, she was the “Black Badge Consultant” speaking for the BBD. …What would Dolls say? “Just keep giving the weird stuff to Wynonna and Dolls. It doesn’t seem like it, but they are taking care of it. She’s—they’re the only ones who can.” A small slip of the truth.

“…Okay.” Nicole nodded, eyes on the road. A long pause, before, “Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Do you mean ‘I’ as in—?”

“��Just me. Nicole. Is there anything I can do to help you, Waverly?”

Yes.

“…No. You can’t. But… this...” Waverly gestured to the car and the open road. She sighed with relief. “…This is nice. But thank you.” A pause of her own. “…I hope I can tell you everything someday.”

Everything everything.

“I hope so, too.”

Returning the thermos lid to Waverly, Nicole flicked her thumb over a knob to turn on the radio. She made an offering gesture to Waverly. “Any requests?”

Waverly smiled and flicked over to the country station. Mostly because it was the only one that didn’t get staticky on the way to the city (the pop station tower was in the opposite direction and was super unreliable). Nicole seemed to know the song, her thumb lightly drumming on the steering wheel to the chorus.

Knew she was a country girl.

Pouring herself a cup of cocoa, Waverly savored a long taste of the sweet chocolate. A second sip surprised her, because she vaguely tasted vanilla. She studied the cup and saw a faint lip imprint on the metal.

A country girl who wears vanilla lip gloss.

They arrived at the gun range shortly before 11AM. Waverly helped by shouldering a box of ammunition and the flat, wide shotgun case. Nicole hefted the pistol and rifle cases plus the other box of ammo.

It was an outdoor range with a handful of patrons already practicing. The air was filled with loud, rhythmic popping sounds and the scent of acrid gunpowder. There was an occasional whirring noise from a paper target returning down the electronic rail for an owner to examine their accuracy.

Inside the small rental building, Nicole flashed her badge at the clerk and gestured to her haul. The middle-aged man just nodded and made a two-fingered come-hither motion for the women to show their IDs and sign a boilerplate waiver. The man passed over pairs of safety glasses and neon-orange ear protectors for the both of them along with a stack of paper targets.

Finding their lane at the far end of the range (thankfully away from the few other people), they started to unload their haul. Nicole and Waverly both chuckled how grateful they were for the hot chocolate, as the outdoor chill was already starting to slowly seep in.

“I’ve never actually been to a gun range before,” Waverly remarked as she set aside her goggles and ear protectors to get to work braiding back her long hair.

“No?” Nicole asked while placing her Smith & Wesson Model 5946 pistol, a Remington 870 shotgun, and a bolt action rifle Waverly didn’t recognize on the lane table.

“Uncle Curtis taught me how to shoot the old-fashioned way: a shotgun and a line of tin cans. Knock ‘em down then put ‘em back up and start over. Lather, rinse, repeat.” A small ache shot up Waverly’s wrist while she was pulling her hair into sections. She ignored it.

A breathy laugh from Nicole. “Right. Of course. I was warned about you small town girls: all armed and extremely dangerous.”

Before Waverly could make a smart retort, pain in her wrist suddenly flared all the way to her fingertips and forced a grunt through her nose. She tried to shake the hand out but every time she flexed into that same position, the ache returned. Waverly groaned in frustration.

“Need some help?” Nicole asked behind her, a paper target with a blue silhouette in her hands.

“Just… having a little trouble. Guess my hand is still working out the kinks from that …stripper attack… on the Homestead.”

“Right,” Nicole said. She raised a skeptical eyebrow.

Trying a third time and groaning again in failure, Waverly rubbed her wrist with her other thumb. “And I probably hit the yoga mat too soon after finishing physical therapy.” She smiled sheepishly.

“Need some help?” Nicole asked again. Gesturing to her own French braid, Nicole wiggled her fingers. “Not my first rodeo.”

Waverly nodded, though she almost immediately regretted it when Nicole leaned into her personal space. The woman stood on Waverly’s left side just in her peripheral vision, fingers running through her hair, breath hot on her cheek. Nicole was so close.

Too close?

Not close enough?

She felt fingertips brush her ear and cheek before a muttered apology from Nicole. The woman was focused… almost annoyingly so. Waverly tried to catch her eye with a smile, but Nicole’s glance her way was just the barest flicker before she returned to her work. It only took a minute for the taller woman to interlace a braid through Waverly’s waist-length hair to a simple twist over the left shoulder.

When Nicole finally stepped away, Waverly thought she saw a hint of a blush to Nicole’s cheeks. Examining the handiwork, Waverly shot her a teasing grin. “My hero! Thank you!” She put on her own goggles and ear protectors and flipped through the stack of paper targets.

Nicole looked down, her smile soft. She couldn’t meet Waverly’s eyes for some reason. “You’re welcome.” Clearing her throat, Nicole asked if she could go first, goggles and ear protectors at the ready.

It was like watching a quick, efficient machine. Nicole’s motions from loading the pistol magazine, clicking the safety and pulling back the hammer were a blur as she set into a wide, solid stance. Both hands just barely bounced with each smooth shot. The blue silhouette in the distance was quickly made see-through from the tight cluster of bullet holes over the head and heart. Nicole burned through three clips in rapid succession.

Returning the target with the lane keypad, Waverly wolf-whistled in appreciation. “Remind me not to get on your bad side.” She ran her fingers over the shredded paper, slightly warm to the touch, before setting up a pristine new target and sending it flapping down the lane.

Nicole loaded the shotgun and offered it to Waverly. “Since this seems to be your preferred weapon of choice, Earp.”

“Thanks, Haught!” It was heavier and bulkier than Waverly’s small Winchester at home, the large stock digging into her arm pit. It took some adjusting (with Nicole’s help) to nestle the shotgun tightly between her shoulder and collarbone. Luckily, the bend to her wrist wasn’t as severe at this angle.

The first shot went wide and almost threw Waverly backwards off her feet. She waved off Nicole’s concern and planted herself more firmly. The next 5 shots reverberated down to Waverly’s toes, but completely decimated the target. She found a satisfaction in the hard recoil, especially as each buckshot spray took a chunk out of the paper silhouette.

Eat shit, shit-eaters.

Nicole stood open-mouthed behind Waverly. “I—I think you got ‘im.”

Returning the shotgun to the table, Waverly fist-pumped as she pulled off the strip of paper that remained of her target. “Oh man! That felt amazing! I see why you wanted to come here.” She rubbed at her shoulder where she could feel a small bruise spreading. But Waverly didn’t care. She was proud of herself as she beamed back at Nicole.

Nicole shared her smile. She held up her phone. “Wanna get a picture together? Remember the moment?”

Waverly pressed into Nicole’s side as the woman stuck her phone out in front of them. Waverly glanced over at Nicole. The woman’s dimpled cheeks were flushed from the cold, but her entire expression was relaxed and happy. Waverly knew she was staring.

She was just so—so…

There was a clicking noise when Waverly realized Nicole had taken the picture.

“Wait! I wasn’t looking. Do another one!”

Confused, Nicole thumbed over again as Waverly tilted her head into the crook of the woman’s neck and smiled widely this time. Another click.

It went back and forth like this for the next hour. Just laughter, gunshots and selfies. Waverly practiced shooting and reloading the shotgun, plus got slightly more comfortable with Nicole’s pistol. Nicole focused on the rifle, though her accuracy was impeccable with all three weapons. “Top of my class at the Academy,” Nicole would explain with a shrug.

As they were wrapping up, Waverly got a text from Wynonna to meet at the Homestead ASAP.

[Wynonna says: “To celebrate putting on ice that witch who killed Mattie and made my baby sister scissor a stripper”]

[Wynonna says: “Whoa say that five times fast. Sister scissor stripper”]

Waverly sighed. She did actually want to talk to her sister, but she found herself reluctant to cut the trip with Nicole short.

“Go, Earp,” Nicole said as she stowed the last empty ammo box into her trunk. “I dunno about you, but I feel a lot better. Go be with your sister. She probably needs it.” She winked and patted the belly of her heavy coat. “Plus, I’m full of banana muffins and hot chocolate anyway. I think I’m gonna have to move up that nap I booked for later.”

“An important line-item to pencil in,” Waverly solemnly agreed.

A ping of a new text message. [Wynonna says: “BOOZE BOOZE BOOZE BOOBS BOOZE”]

Sighing again, Waverly nodded. “She probably does need me. Sooner rather than later, depending on how early she started. Ticking time bomb.”

The drive back was a little quieter. Nicole forwarded Waverly the collection of photos she’d taken over their gun range adventure, which Waverly giddily reviewed. They shared memories of guns. Waverly’s were mostly with Uncle Curtis (she avoided mentioning Willa or Daddy), or the boar hunt that converted her to a vegetarian. Nicole’s stories circled around the police academy with epic trick-shots and clumsy recruits.

Halfway back to Purgatory, Waverly’s thumb kept returning to the first selfie they’d taken where she hadn’t been paying attention. But Waverly wasn’t looking at Nicole in the photo, she was studying herself.

She had never seen that expression on herself before. Open and adoring and just… happy. Happy to be there. Happy to be with her. A few thumb-taps later and she had a new phone wallpaper without even thinking. She snapped the phone closed.

The smell of chocolate and bananas had faded, but there was still that vanilla.

As they pulled back into the municipal parking lot, Waverly was reluctant to leave the car.

“So.”

“So,” Nicole echoed as she hit the trunk latch. “I’m gonna go return these badboys to the armory then head home. You off to the Homestead?”

Waverly checked her phone. “Still need groceries. Guess this moves up that pasta I was gonna make. By a few hours.”

Nicole’s eyes were wide with sympathy. “Godspeed with that.”

“I had a great time with you, Nicole.”

“Me too,” Nicole said with a smile. Her eyes drifted lower and she bit her lip.

Yes.

“What?” Waverly asked.

A finger pointed at the tin. “Are you gonna finish those?” A pause as Nicole’s nose wrinkled. “Or… I guess you’d give 'em to Wynonna.” She flashed Waverly a teasing grin.

Oh.

Waverly pulled out one (of the four) remaining muffins and passed the entire tin over to Nicole.

“Are you sure?” Her smile was incredulous.

And totally worth it.

“Of course!” Waverly chirped back. “Ideal audience, right?” She gently set the muffin into her purse as she climbed out of the car. Leaning back in slightly, Waverly ran her fingertips down the side braid Nicole had done for her. “Rain-check on that lunch? I owe you for the range.”

Nicole started to disagree, but seemed to think better of it. A slow smile spread. “…Yes. I’ll try to give you two or three days to plan it this time.”

“That’s all I need.”

[reigningxo]

Secret Thrill (One Shot)

Summary: You’ve been teasing Roman for a couple of days since got back and when your parents ask the two of you out for dinner, Roman decides to show you what the consequences are.

Warnings: language, smut (A/N) This idea popped up in my head after seeing gifs of Roman in a suit and I just had to write it down and share it with you guys. And thank you so much @x-fivefoot for helping me out😘♥️. This is also hella long so enjoy guys xoxo

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‘’Like what you see Reigns,’’ I asked with a smirk on my face as I picked some clothes off the floor in our bedroom, my ass in full display. I didn’t have to turn around to know that his eyes were on me with every move I made.

‘’In fact, I love what I see.’’ He murmured. It was a hot summer night and even though it was still bright outside, we decided to just relax a bit.

‘’You do?’’ I turned around and crossed my arms, grabbing the underside of my shirt. I pulled it over my head and put it on the chair, leaving me in only my shorts and lace bra. The fabric hardly covered anything since it was see through. He nodded and threw the sports magazine he was reading beside him as I climbed onto the bed. Too slow in action, Roman reached out for my waist and pulled me on top of him so I was straddling his waist. I bit my lip and wrapped my arms around his shoulders.

‘’You look better everytime I come back home,’’ he groaned. I slowly grinded myself against him, feeling him getting harder second by second.

‘’I know,’’ I whispered in his ear. His hands guided my hips, setting a pace. As soon as I felt his hands travel up to unclasp my bra , I stopped and climbed off him. ‘’I’m so tired,’’ I yawned. He looked at me wide eyed.

‘’Baby come one,’’ he whined, ‘’That’s not fair.’’

‘’What do you mean?’’ I innocently asked and kissed him on his check.

‘’Y/n please, all I got from you since I got back is teasing and it’s getting on my nerves.’’

‘’There’s no need for that, we have all the time of the world. Besides that, what’s wrong with me being tired?’’

‘’Yeah sure, you’re ‘tired’,’’ he grunted and rolled on his side, his back facing me. ‘’You’ve been ‘tired’ for literally four days.’’

‘’Ahw come on Ro, don’t be mad, I promise you’ll have your way with me before you’re on the road again,’’ I sweetly said as I hung over his side. His eyes were closed and he looked quite irritated. I don’t want to say that I love seeing him this mad, but I kinda do to be completely honest. Last time when he was home, he was the one who was teasing the shit out of me by whispering dirty things in my ear in public, such as ‘’I wanna fuck you so hard that you’ll be begging me to stop,’’ or ‘’I bet you’re all wet for me babygirl, I can’t wait to eat you out and make you moan my name.’’ He’d get me all turned on and once we got home, he decided to ignore his promises and pretend nothing ever happened. The man even denied saying it. So this time, I decided to play fair and tease him back.

‘’I hope so for your sake,’’ he chuckled and turned on his back again with me on top of him. ‘’You’re lucky I love you.’’

‘’Aawh you’re so sweet,’’ I smiled and kissed his lips. As much as I wanted him, I had to tell myself not to do anything because it was payback. ‘’I love you too, my beautiful husband.’’

‘’Yeah sure,’’ he joked.

‘’You’re only acting like this because you’re not getting laid.’’ I seriously said as I placed my arms on his broad chest, my head on my hands.

‘’Maybe, maybe not. Anyways, I’m just happy to be back.’’

‘’That’s the nicest thing you’ve said so far,’’ I laughed. He shook his head and laughed along. ‘’But for real though, I’m really tired so I’m off.’’

‘’I’ll pretend to believe you and try to sleep as well.’’

‘’I don’t care if you believe me or not, I’m tired and I need my sleep.’’ I rolled off him and lied down on my stomach. I could feel Roman shift his weight, pulling me close to him with his arm, his face nuzzling in the crook of my neck. Just like that, we both drifted off.

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I woke up by the rays of sunlight falling across my face. I slightly opened my eyes and sat up. Roman was not beside me so I figured he was in the bathroom or something. Looking on my phone, I saw that it was already 1 pm. I had several missed calls from my mom so I decided to facetime her.

‘’Honey, how are you and Roman doing,’’ she happily said as she answered right away. ‘’You just woke up, didn’t you.’’

‘’Maybe,’’ I smiled, ‘’We’re great, what about you and dad?

‘’Couldn’t be better hun. I was wondering if the two of you are free tonight.’’

‘’Uhm, yeah, I think so,’’ I thought out loud. Roman came walking into the room with a plate of fruit. ‘’Are you free tonight?’’ I asked him.

‘’Yeah, why?’’

‘’I don’t know,’’ I laughed, ‘’what did you have in mind mom?’’

‘’How does a dinner sound? Just the four of us. You and Roman and me and your dad.’’ She excitedly said. I could tell that this was something she wanted for a long time.

‘’Sounds good to me,’’ Roman said as he sat down on the edge of the bed.

‘’Alright then, a dinner it is,’’ I answered with a smile.

‘’Oh that’s lovely, I’ll meet you guys at 7 at that new Italian place that just had their grand opening. Love you both,’’ she almost shouted. Before one of us could say anything, she hung up.

‘’Good afternoon,’’ Roman chuckled. ‘’I figured you could use something healthy since all you’ve been eating is junk food. Not to mention how unhealthy you’ll be eating tonight.’’

‘’You’re just jealous because all you have to do is eat healthy,’’ I stuck my tongue out and grabbed the plate with fruit. ‘’I normally wouldn’t do this but you can pick my dress for tonight, as long as it stays decent.’’ I warned him. He had this huge smirk on his face as he walked towards the closet. ‘’Decent, I said.’’

‘’I know, I know, don’t worry. I know what decent means.’’ He laughed and opened the doors, looking at all the clothing. ‘’I’ll bet that not even half of the clothes are mine,’’ Roman joked.

‘’A woman with taste, needs her space,’’ I proudly said.

‘’Touché.’’ He absently said as he sat down and opened the box with all my dresses. After studying all of my dresses for about 10 minutes, he stood up. ‘’This one,’’ he held the dress in front of him. I always knew Roman had an amazing taste and I couldn’t fight him on that. It was a long black dress with a slit at two sides of my leg, almost reaching my waist, so that both of my legs would be shown. It had a V neck and spaghetti straps. ‘’You’re wearing this one, whether you like it or not,’’ he chuckled.

‘’Alright, that one it is.’’ I put the plate away and crawled over to the end of the bed and grabbed him by the collar of his t-shirt, pulling him close to me. My lips barely touched his and when he was about to lean in, I grabbed the dress and backed away.

‘’You’re gonna pay for that,’’ he groaned. I just giggled and walked to the bathroom to get ready.

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‘’You done baby?’’ Roman yelled from downstairs. ‘’We gotta leave, it’s almost 7.’’

‘’Almost babe,’’ I yelled back. I stood in front of the mirror, admiring the way I looked. My hair was curled, I didn’t wear any make up besides mascara, eyeliner and lipstick. The dress Roman picked looked really good on me, even if I’m saying it myself. My curves were showing just right. I wore my black heels and made my way down the stairs.

‘’Oh jheeze,’’ Roman said impressed, ‘’damn babygirl, you look breathtaking.’’

‘’Why thank you, you look breathtaking yourself as well,’’ I smiled, meaning what I said. He was wearing a checkered white and blue shirt with a white and blue striped tie. The jacket, just like his pants, were blue-ish. He always looked beautiful so this time there was no difference.

‘’Means a lot coming from my beautiful wife,’’ he grabbed my waist and pulled me close to him. I couldn’t back away this time, I also didn’t want to, he just looked, smelled, felt so good. He kissed me and smiled against my lips.

‘’Oh shush Reigns, let’s go.’’ I giggled. As I turned around, he gave my ass a gentle squeeze before walking outside and locking the door behind him. The car ride was just as usual; us singing along with every song on the radio, even though we didn’t even know the song, talking about how pissed he was that Vince wouldn’t let him wear his new gear. I enjoyed moments like this, knowing we both could talk about anything. Once we arrived, we could see my parents their car parked a little further.

‘’This place is actually pretty nice tho,’’ he admitted as he took my hand in his. We both walked into the restaurant, stunned with how pretty it looked; white and red as the main colors, ivy on the celling and there was an outside part. The waiter said my mom and dad took place at the outside area, which I figured since my mom loves having dinner outside.

‘’Y/n, Roman, my babies,’’ my mom happily said as she stood up to give us a hug. ‘’How are the two of you doing?’’

‘’We’re fine mom,’’ I smiled.

‘’Son, how much do you train because each time I see you, it seems like you’re getting even more muscular than you already are.’’ My dad joked, making Roman laugh.

‘’With my training schedule, it’s possible sir.’’ He replied with a smile. We all sat down and talked a bit before looking at the menu. While being focused on the dishes, I felt Roman’s hand on my bare thigh, sliding up higher. I batted his hand away, but he kept bringing it to the same spot.

‘’So, how’s your career doing?’’ My dad asked Roman.

‘’It’s amazing sir, being able to do what I love every day, makes it even better. The only con is not being home so often,’’ he said, his hand was now on my inner thigh, making me shift in my seat. That was pointless since he is super strong and held me still with just his hand. ‘’But the time I am at home is also the time I love the most.’’

‘’That’s great to hear,’’ my dad smiled. ‘’How was your time on the road this time?’’

‘’It was amazing, I got to see so many places and meet different people,’’ Roman answered. His hand was now rubbing me through the thin material of my panties, making me hold back a moan. I looked over to him, but he was pretending to pay attention to the menu. As I was about to speak, he crept his hand under the thin material, his index finger circling my clit. I covered my mouth with my hand, pretending to yawn. I could kick his ass right now. I started to realize why he picked that dress. He always mentioned how much he adored ‘easy access’ and this dress was just that with the slit as high as my thigh.  

‘’So honey, how are you doing?’’ my mom asked me.

‘I-I’m fine,’’ I stuttered, trying to sound normal. His finger was now slowly pushing inside of me, making it hard to even think.

‘’How is it while Roman is on the road? How do you keep yourself busy?’’ My dad curiously asked.

‘’It’s hard, of course, but I mostly keep myself busy with watching movies, reading and my own work,’’ I almost moaned as he added his middle finger inside of me as well, pushing his fingers deeper. I glanced over next to me and he just looked at me with the sweetest smile.

‘’Good to hear you have a source of distraction.’’

‘’I agree, it’s hard to leave my wife all alone so I’m happy she can take care of herself.’’  Roman answered with a huge smile on his face. This bastard. To make things even worst, he started to rub my clit with his thumb, making my orgasm build with lighting speed. I let out a deep sigh, my breathing got heavier, the pleasure started to build in my lower abdomen. My insides started to clench around his fingers as she was now pumping in and out of me very slowly. There was absolutely no way that I was going to cum near my parents, that’s just insane.

‘’Hi there, can I take your orders?’’ the waiter smiled sweetly. Roman withdrew his fingers and gave me a smirk. The emptiness made me whimper quietly. I could slap him right now.

‘’We both would like the pasta with tomato-basil sauce,’’ Roman answered.

‘’What a gentleman, ordering for his lady as well,’’ my mom smiled. If only she knew what kind of ‘gentle man’ he is being this exact moment. ‘’We’ll have the lasagna please.’’

‘’I wrote that down, anything to drink?’’

‘’A bottle of water will do,’’ my dad answered. The waiter nodded and walked away with writing everything down. When my parents were in a conversation, Roman licked his fingers and hummed while doing so. My stomach turned, wanting him more than ever at the moment.

‘’I bet you taste better than the food baby,’’ he whispered into my ear. Great, now the roles were turned, again. I gave him a ‘are you serious’ look and all he did was grinning. ‘’I can imagine how bad you want me now.’’

‘’You’re a fucking dick,’’ I said through gritted teeth, regretting my choice of words right away. But I could play dirty as well. I bit my lip and my placed my hand on his leg, rubbing up and down.

‘’Y/n,’’ Roman groaned lowly, ‘’I’m warning you.’’

‘’Hmm? What’d you say?’’ I asked innocently as I started to massage his dick through his pants. ‘’Two can play this game, Reigns.’’

‘’This ain’t no game, you have no idea what you just started babygirl.’’ He dangerously said. I smirked back at him while slowly rubbing his dick up and down at an agonizingly slow pace, causing his breath to quicken. He glared back at me, giving me a death stare and I abruptly stopped.

‘’I gotta use the restroom, be right back.’’ I announced with a smile.

‘’Alright sweetheart,’’ my mom replied. I adjusted my dress before standing up and making my way to the ladies room. I was just about to open the door when a hand suddenly appeared, blocking my way. I turned around to see it was Roman.

‘’What do you think you’re doing?’’ he hissed.

‘’Playing back your own game,’’ I grinned.

‘’I warned you y/n.’’ He ushered me into the restroom, making sure that there was no one there. The door was being shut firmly as I bit my lip and looked at him up and down. ‘’You shouldn’t do that, you know what it does to me.’’

‘’What does it do? I can’t remember,’’ I said, pretending I forgot.

‘’You know exactly what it does…’’ he whispered as he wrapped his muscular arms around my waist and pulled me in for a deep kiss. His tongue licked my bottom lip, making me shiver. Without warning, he grabbed my ass and lifted me up, slamming my back against the cold door. ‘’You gonna keep teasing me?’’

‘’Maybe,’’ I answered and bit my lip on purpose. Roman groaned and kissed my neck as he slipped his fingers inside of me for the second time this day. I could be a lot more vocal here, luckily for me and for him since I know how much he enjoys me expressing how good he makes me feel. ‘’Roman, I need you inside of me right now,’’ I admitted under my breath.

‘’Now you do huh?’’ He mumbled against my neck as I felt him unzipping his pants and pulling it down along with his underwear. I could feel the tip against my center and I arched my back, wanting to feel more. He chuckled and slid his thick length inside of me in a fluid motion.

‘’Oh my god..’’ I moaned. He lets me adjust for a few seconds before he starts to thrust. I missed feeling him fill me up like this and he knew.

‘’Goddamn baby, you’re so wet. I missed you,’’ He panted, ‘’fuck I missed your pussy.’’

‘’I missed you too, oh shit,’’ I cried out as he sped up, gripping my waist tighter. ‘’Roman…I’m so close.’’

‘’Already?’’ He asked as he started to rub my clit, making me grip his bicep tighter. I nodded and he chuckled. ‘’I can’t blame you baby.’’

‘’F-fuck you,’’ I chuckled breathless. He smiled and looked down to where our bodies joined. ‘’Roman please.’’

‘’Cum for me baby,’’ he looked me straight in the eyes as he grinded his hips slowly; so slow that I could feel every vein. The friction made me tingle. ‘’That’s it y/n, cum for daddy.’’

‘’Romann,’’ I moaned loudly as I reached my high. Right after, I could feel him release inside of me. We stood in the exact same position to catch our breaths and once we did, he gently pulled out of me and placed me back on my heels again.

‘’I’m so happy I told you to wear that dress,’’ Roman said as he pulled his pants back up.

‘’I should’ve known what you were up to,’’ I laughed. I carefully walked towards the mirror and fixed myself. Roman came up from behind me and wrapped his arms around me, kissing my neck. ‘’We should get back to my parents before they wonder where we are.’’

‘’You’re probably right, let’s see who gives in first.’’ He joked.

‘’You’re unbelievable Reigns,’’ I smiled and shook my head.