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[cosmic-nebula356]

🐲🍵Scale the Deadly Assasin🔪⚰️

[mildlyromanticperv]

Who's she?

SinB x MReader. Fluff.

-Dum dum, the news says today's going to rain, you should take the umbrella. -Sinb speaks as you're getting ready to go to work, her harsh words with some coldness in them fall like bricks... Unless you know her deeply, in that case you know she only behaves that way when she loves you deeply.

-Oh shit, thanks babe. -You say as you take the umbrella and fix your clothes, then you kneel to start tying up your shoes.

-Are you on call today or something? I thought you'd be able to rest. -She says without looking away from the TV.

-Kind of, were about to finish a project and it seems like one of the interns screwed the code and they need me to go and fix it. -I get ready and then walk up to the couch behind you.

-Unbelievable, I can't believe those idiots let a mere intern meddle with the project. -She says with a clearly annoyed tone.

-Come on babe... -You chuckle. -That way they can learn, plus I won't take long.

-They can learn of course, but I hate that their learning takes you away from me. -Normally this would be endearing... But she says this with such an aggressive tone that even you feel guilty.

Despite her cold demeanor you know she means well, and since you love her so much you still just lean over the couch and kiss her cheek.

-It's fine, I'm sure it won't take that long, see you later honey, bye! -You reach the front door but then she calls for you.

-Wait idiot. -She sits up and turns to look at you. -Come here. -Here demanding voice is weirdly sexy for you, and even if it wasn't you still walk towards her.

-Yes darling? -You answer chuckling and noting the contrast between how she treats you and how you treat her, any person on the outside would say that she hates you and you're your simp but you know that would never be the case. In any case she grabs your shirt and pulls you closer to her looking at you in the eyes with a piercing gaze.

-Do they need you like... Immediately? -She asks sternly.

-No no, they want me to go soon, so the sooner I get there the sooner I can relax. -You shrugged.

-Good, then drive slow and safe, I don't want you to have a speeding ticket or endanger yourself, understood? -She looks directly into your eyes and points a finger at you.

-Of course sweetie... -You cup her finger that's pointing at you. -It's sweet of you to worry but I'll be fine, I promise.

-You better drive safely, idiot. -She pulls you closer and gives you a quick peck on your lips. -See you later.

It isn't hard for her to say I love you, calling you an "idiot" right after worrying about you IS her way to say that she loves you, is kinda sweet to be honest.

-I love you too, see you later babe. -You say as she lets you go and you wink at her confidently, then you turn around and go directly to your job.

Right when you hit the highway you receive a text, however you keep driving until you get to the first traffic light and see a text from your girlfriend:

-"Idiot, you left your protein bar at home, buy some at work and don't forget to have a snack before putting up with the thinking, answer me when you're at work."

You get so hypnotized with the thought of your cold hearted girlfriend pouting and worrying that much for you that the cars behind you start to honk at you, you get scared the shit out of you and throw your phone away as you shift your car into gear and move on.

During the whole trip your mind wanders between the work and your girlfriend, the woman of your life, this goes on until you arrive at work and you start rummaging between the seats of your car to find your phone.

When you finally grab it you open your messaging app and open a voice note.

-Hey there sexy... -You chuckle at the thought of her rolling your eyes at you. -I just arrived at work babe, and yes there's a vending machine next to my office so I'll be okay, thanks. Actually thinking about it, you want pizza for tonight? -Right at that moment a female coworker of yours passes by and greets you.

-Hey, glad you could make it we need your help.

Right then you hit send not really thinking this could make Sinb jealous or something.

She then listens and not long after she sends another voice note. -You better eat a protein bar and not those cheap ass Doritos, okay? -She hums thinking. -Not in the mood for pizza, we have perfectly fine food for us to cook, you know? -She says sternly but then her voice changes a little bit due to the presence of a female voice. -Oh and babe... -She says sarcastically. -who's that bitch?

Not in a million years any of the people that knew Sinb half as well as you know her could possibly imagine her being jealous, for a second you think of that phrase: "Sinb is jealous." And it sounds ridiculous, preposterous, sounds like a bad joke...

But she was jealous, and not only that...

She was furious.

And you knew that because after just one second of not answering her last message she FaceTimed you.

-Where's that bitch, you idiot? -Her tone of voice was a rollercoaster, when she said "bitch" you could practically hear her tongue as a blade, but when she called you "idiot" her voice became more tender, soft... Loving.

-Honey... -You chuckle and then twist your phone around and out of your car. -It was just a coworker, nothing else... -You frame your face again. -What's the fuzz? You know I'm yours.

Her expression softens a little bit... Well just a little bit since her frown and death stare keeps on going... However when you mention the thing about being hers she can't help but blush. -Shut it idiot... I trust you, I just don't trust any sluts that come near you.

-I'm flattered sweetie, but even if those "sluts"... -You do air quotes. -... Come to speak with me, you know the first thing I do is subtly show them my background picture with you.

-Ugh I told you to change it, you're so cheesy. -She answers sarcastically. -Fine, work hard and I'll see you next, and don't bring pizza I'll cook something.

-No, no honey, you're tired from work... -You hum to signal her your thinking. -Lets have pizza tonight and tomorrow I'll cook something with the leftovers from lunch, what do you say?

She rolls her eyes and gently slaps her forehead, hiding as much as she can the excitement of eating pizza tonight with the smart responsible side of her. -Fine, just don't bring pineapple pizza you dumb dumb.

As she says this she ends the call, leaving you with a big smile on your lips.

The rest of your work time is spent by correcting code from junior programmers and gossiping with your coworkers, mostly some teasing you because you almost never leave home without your girlfriend, little do they know, you just love the hell out of that woman.

After two hours of constant teaching the interns and swapping texts with Sinb you finally get to go home again, so you text her:

-"Going home now I'm going to pick a margherita pizza, okay?"

-"Don't be rushed, drive safe, I'll wait here with wine, love you."

"Love you"? Sinb being romantic and cheesy? What's happening?

You decide to brush it off to speak with her at home, during your drive since your mind is scattered between possibilities you drive slowly and safely, lasting a couple more minutes than usual what makes Sinb wait for you at the door, her eyes filled with worry changes to a relieved expression as soon as she confirms your plate number.

You park safely inside the garage and then you come out, before even closing the door she plunges towards you and she hugs you tightly, soon the hug ends and she smacks your shoulder.

-Don't ever scare me again, jackass. -Here eyes are slightly watering but her voice is still stern.

-I'm sorry babe, I just... I just spent a couple of minutes in the car, I was thinking. -You take one of her hands to which she doesn't flinch or pull back, instead she opens her hand and moves to intertwine your fingers. -You never tell me you love me with those exact words... I got anxious, is everything okay? Have I done something wrong? -You ask slightly scared.

-No, no... -Here voice softens. -Look, you remember Eunha, my older sister Eunha?

-Yes of course, how could I not? She's... Unique. -You chuckle.

-Yes, well, she told me of this guy she used to date way back in college, and she told me she didn't tell him that often these cute words and he got bored and broke up with her and... -She squeezes your hand. -And I don't want you to leave.

At her words your heart clenches slightly and you feel guilty, like if you've been making her worried for nothing. -No, no, no, no... Honey, I'm not going to get bored of you... -You caress her shoulder. -Look at me sweetie. -You ask her softly.

She then raises her head looking for your gaze, her cheeks are blushing and you can clearly see her fighting against herself not to show any vulnerability.

-Sinb, I won't leave you for such things... No, I said it wrong. -You squeeze her hand. -I don't ever want to leave you, you're the woman I love and I know I'm the man that you love. -You shrug. -If anything I'm the one that's worried most of the time at the thought of you leaving me...

-Don't say that, idiot. -She smacks your shoulder. -There's no one that can put up with me as you do. -She puts in sarcastic anger. -Plus... I love you. -Here voice fades as she says those last words.

Seeing her so emotional just makes your heart melt, so thinking it could reassure her you just lean forward and press your lips against hers.

The world around you two suddenly disappears into nothingness, your lips engage in a flawless dance looking for the upper hand of biting each other's lower lip, your hands grab her waist and embrace her lower back gently grabbing her tight.

On the other hand Sinb wraps her arms around your neck softly and caresses your hair, being entirely melted in your kiss she sighs reassured, being completely aware and accepting the fact that you won't go.

Not ever.

Not in a million years.

Not even if that bitch comes between you two.

At the thought of that woman she bites your lower lip and separates smirking at you in a passive aggressive way.

-So, are you going to tell me who she is? Who's that bitch?

You burst out laughing and reassure her also engaging in some lighthearted insults. -Just the mere receptionist, no one looks at her... -You lay to whisper in her ear. -Actually people say she might actuallybe a he...

Sinb laughs as well so much she starts to hit her legs due to the enormous fun.

-Oh man, poor thing doesn't get to have my man.

-I know, but what gives? It's not like there's two Hwang Eunbis in the world.

She blushes at the usage of her real name, knowing that when you use her you are being dead serious.

-Okay sweet talker I'll believe you, but I warn you, you better propose soon before I go nuts with that he/she at your work. -She winks at you and then opens the copilot door of your car taking out the warm pizza. -Come to dinner, dumb dumb, I have the wine ready.

-Going babe. -You grab your stuff and follow her into the kitchen.

Life could not be better, you love her, she loves you, and she's jealous... For some reason it feels fine, it feels right.

I really need to marry this girl.

Of course I will.

I'll do it now.

-Babe...?

[variousqueerthings]

omg dude (gn) you got into due south? I've followed you for a long time bc mash, I love it when people I know from other fandoms get into my most beloved stuff <3 check out @ds30below btw if you're interested, it's an anniversary fest I run with a lof of fun stuff etc etc! and have funnnnn it's such a great show!

helloooooooo

yes, a bunch of mutuals have been going wild over it for a hot sec and it was Time!

I'm on episode 3 (not counting the pilot) and I have a lot of initial Thoughts to bring over from the discord onto this illustrious site, so i will use this ask as An Excuse:

Frasier is really introduced as an Archetype of masculinity, which is almost immediately subverted by his being completely without machismo -- his machismo is so in the negative that he goes around and becomes this Ideal of masculinity instead

the fact that his ethos is kindness, but it's not necessarily guileless. it is selfless in that he's not necessarily expecting to get returns on it all the time, but it's also -- to him -- often truly the most effective means to an end: if you're kind to others, people will often become kinder. this can be useful in the shortterm (if you give this kid a nice sandwich and don't threaten him with jail time and help him out a bit, he'll try to help with a case...) and in the longterm (this kid will stay in school and have a better future ahead of him, hopefully)

(i will get to ray btw, need to just get all the frasier thoughts out first)

frasier really embodies autistic swag. he takes things incredibly literally, he follows scripts (in this case, The Mountie Script, and also within that some kinda Code Of Gallantry), he's an incredible people-reader of the "autistic savant" type arguably (except there's more to him so the savant trope doesn't quite hold, which is good), his relationship with his dog Diefenbaker, the fact that although he is nigh-effortlessly kind of charming (because he's clark kent vibes!!! he's charming in a way as if he stepped out of a novel set 100 years ago in which kissing women's hands was the norm) he doesn't really make close friendships easily, because there's an Otherness to him that keeps him at a distance to others (except ray. WE WILL GET TO RAY STAY TUNED)

speaking of Distance, a lot of the aroaceness i've read into him so far (and we're literally only three episodes in!!!) really does feel like his autism is triggered by come-ons in the "this is not in my script!" kind of way. his charm is tripped up by the obvious step of "charming man is charming, I will shoot my shot," it's happened several times and every time he tries to extricate himself in the most awkward way possible. can't go on a date, you see. i have.. a dog. and no phone. um. ok. bye.

lot of thoughts on his hero-worship of his absent father and how much of his script comes from wanting to make his father proud

frasier also tastes things a lot of the time and ray thinks it's gross and i think that's something too. the doctor (doctor who) autism coded

OKAY TIME FOR RAY

he reminds me. of gonzo. he has the same transmasc swag. as gonzo. his shirts. his ties. that fuckn. OVERSIZED SO OVERSIZED MASSIVE STUPID JACKET. he's transmasc swag/fail coded in the same way as gonzo. he is gonzo

ray spends so much time in the beginning admonishing frasier for his consistent kindness to others, and the thing is. The Thing Is. he met frasier and (barring the immediate impression) decided to nearly immediately invite him to a massive family dinner. then he saved him from a bomb and got himself hospitalised. then he followed him to canada to help him. and that's only in the pilot! ray is so kind to frasier constantly. he's such an abrasive man to pretty much everyone except to frasier from day one

when frasier asked him to get a special pass for his wolf and at the end of the episode he did, and frasier was like: "i only asked you once and you got it 🥺" "of course i did, you asked me for it 😍"

just. nigh. constantly. kind. to. him. currently frasier's in hospital because he got stabbed and we had ray running to see him, forcing his way into his room, comforting him, sir you make fun of the way all the girls fall at his feet (and how frasier never notices) I think you are one of the girls!

MY MAN GOT HIM FLOWERS WHILE HE WAS IN HOSPITAL JUST BECAUSE??????? SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (he also makes him take aspirin, he's giving real caretaker in this episode)

so far we know less about ray than about frasier, but im glad the show has him be mouthy, sarcastic, pessimistic, but he's not cruel or callous -- arguably he wants frasier in his life in order to challenge him on his cynical worldview, he's nourished and inspired by frasier's approach towards the world as much as everyone else

misc: I really like that the world being presented isn't necessarily kind, but the main characters (ray learning to be softer via frasier) are kind as a response. it's got some Coolness Factor Shorthand stuff going on ofc, but it is fundamentally a story about facing a relatively realistic world with kindness in order to make it better

I'm sad eric schweig was only in the pilot but the main thrust of the show does take place in chicago i guuuuuuuesss. his role in that pilot was great though, a lot of interesting stuff about taking away frasier's rose-coloured lens of the world, and especially canada, but he also gets what's his at the end, so he's not just there to "offer advice" (although there is a bit of that trope for sure, especially as he doesn't seem to have a name). great character, if I write fic where they go to canada he's definitely gonna be in there!

me and @gjdraws were talking about how ray clearly likes spoiling frasier -- he's the one with the money, he gets him the wolf licence, brings him flowers in hospital, carries aspirin for him.... I'm just saying we were robbed of a "ray takes frasier shopping and there's a montage" bit, considering how frasier only has two fuckn outfits in the first few episodes. who took him shopping??? there's no way he went on his own steam. that was ray all the way! private runway show

[blacknwhitemood]

I'm still buying DM stuff, I think over it more or less. I bought a 40 years old American collection LP (up here) that I already have in CD (40 years old and American). Is it logical? Of course.

I bought my second Construction Time Again (down here, Made in Sweden) and sold my first one for 12€ (in the middle , Made in West Germany, bye-bye...), because it hasn't got this black sleeve with the lyrics and the paper cover is in really bad condition, though the record is perfect. My 1st selling! Rocks.

I bought an interesting double CD from Taboo Records, seems Hungarian but it is written "Made in Pangea", like the 100 million years old, ancient continent. This is Dream On Budapest!, the Exciter Tour concert in Hungary, 12th of September, 2001. Fans made a short video on the day of the gig about Dave while he's speaking on his cellphone next to the hotel they stayed (it would've been a hard day after the 9/11 attack, leaving his family or friends back home in NYC).

Booklet has beauties, I put one here:

Another Videos 86>98+ DVD (2002) which is double DVD compared to the first edition and the 2nd record has treasures including Condemnation (Paris Mix) official video that was made in Hungary and But Not Tonight's video which song I love somehow, that's why I bought Black Celebration's U.S. edition LP. I have the DVD's 1998 version (scroll down), now could sell it but I need this for the full story: Corbijn finally agreed to put this beauty to the official selection.

First I ordered this double DVD from Antal, I've found it on his shop's website. He went on holiday for whole July and August, so I had to wait until 2nd of September. He was much friendly this time although I didn't buy anything, because he talked me out of it! In fact the DVD has the European bar code on his website, but he has the US version, that I couldnt' have played at home in his opinion. Weird, but I believed him and went home empty-handed.

Than I was searching for it for hours, 22 years old stuff, does it exists in Hungary at all? I found it only at French Amazon. You can bet, after 1,5 months the DVD lost somewhere in Europe, luckily I got back my money after 4-5 e-mails. Without any hope I visited an infamous online used stuff market and I found a piece that was sold already. I didn't know why, but I called the seller by phone, he answered "actually I still have the DVD because I haven't sold it last weekend at the blablabla festival". Wow. On the same day I got it <3

Short report: I have 38 vinyls so far - including a Soulsavers album, 12"-7" together, 5 more singles is coming in couple of weeks. After that I'll sell 3 of mine which are the same pieces but other editions, I prefer British copies if I find somewhere. Also have 14 CDs (with Paper Monsters), it's funny, because I promised earlier that I don't buy one, and actually I need 2 more (Precious and an other edition of Only When I Lose Myself because of its lovely B-side songs: Free and Surrender). 5 DVDs and a cassette and 6 books/magazines (one more is coming by my "dealer"), some pins, shirts, jewelleries and other clothing. Like a teen, OMG. Bizarre. Laugh, I do the same. Happily.

Details (occasionally mixed): #vinyl collection; #non-vinyl collection

And a little fun at the end from @cultureconnoisseurs.

[ronanceisr3al]

ronance!! (smut)

Robin had never intended to catch feelings for her. In fact, when she realized she was falling for Nancy she tried to convince herself that she was not in love with her and that she just really appreciated their friendship. She didn’t want to fall for her because she knew that Nancy was dating Steve. And Steve was her best friend. It���s basically best friend code not to date your friends ex or someone they were interested in. Steve and Nancy weren’t even exes, why should she try? But as hard as Robin tried she just couldn’t help herself. She fell for Nancy Wheeler and she fell hard.

When Steve first told Robin about his relationship with Nancy she thought nothing of it. She was happy for them. But as time went on she and Nancy began to get closer. They started taking more and more and going out of their way to spend time with each other. Nancy and Robin became close friends and they shared more contact. They would hug each other and occasionally hold hands. Sometime they’d even cuddle. Nancy was beginning to wonder if she was being too “intimate” with Robin. But they were just friends anyways, so why did it matter? And besides, it made her feel good, so why should she stop?

On a cloudy Tuesday evening, Robin received a call that woke her from her peaceful slumber. She groaned as she slumped out of bed and groggily walked over to the phone. She yawned as she picked it up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes with her other hand. “Hello?” Robin said groggily. “Robin, hi!” a cherry, familiar voice said from the other line. At the realization that it was Nancy who was calling her, Robin perked up. “Hi Nance! What’s up?” She asked. Robin could practically feel the smile appear on the other girls face through the phone. She let out a little laugh. “So Steve and I had a pretty shitty argument and I’m sick and tired of his bullshit. And also I’ve been wanting to spend more time with you. Do you maybe want to go to a bar?”. “Oh I’m sorry that happened with Steve” Robin frowned. “But yeah, I’ll go with you!”. “Great! I’ll come pick you up in about 20 minutes?”. “Sounds good! See ya then! Bye Nance!”. “Bye Robin!”.

Nancy was a woman of her word and she arrived exactly 19 minutes and 26 seconds after she hung up the phone. She walked up Robin’s driveway and delicately knocked on her door. Robin rushed to answer it. “Hey Nancy!” Robin exclaimed, trying to contain her excitement. Robins eyes wandered up and down Nancy’s body. She was wearing a skintight, sparkly red dress, with a little slip by her thigh. The dress exposed a pretty large amount of her cleavage and it was so tight that Robin could see the outline of her panties through it. She wore dark red lipstick,black eyeliner, and some pink eyeshadow. Nancy looked fucking gorgeous. “You look beautiful” Robin said, trying to keep the flush on her face to minimum. “Thank you. You look pretty too. Now let’s go shall we?” Nancy asked. Robin was stunned. She couldn’t believe Nancy complimented her. She was wearing a pair of dark blue jeans, an oversized shirt, a few necklaces, some bracelets, rings, and her messy eyeliner and mascara combo. Nancy look like a fucking model and she was calling her pretty?? Robin could not believe it.

Robin got into the passengers seat of Nancy Station Wagon. “So. Do you want to talk about what happened with Steve?” She asked. “He said he wants more from me, which is bullshit. But what else would he want? I told him I didn’t want to have sex anymore because he always takes full control and honestly it isn’t even enjoyable for me. It’s always for him. What Steve wants. He’s never actually given me an orgasm” she said. “Woah. That’s honestly so shitty. He’s really never made you cum?” Robin asked. “No! And the worst part is that he cums every time! I’m tied of it. Of him.”. Nancy sighed. They finally got to the bar and the two girls got out of the car. “Nance I can’t believe this. Well actually I can” Robin said as they walked into the bar. “What?” Nancy asked. “I’m not surprised he never made you cum. I’m surprised he never asked what you what you wanted. And we had bet going; if I can make a girl cum before he does, than he owes me $100. So now that I know he hasn’t done it, I still have a chance”. Nancy laughed. “What can I get you ladies?” the bartender asked. “I’ll take a margarita “ Robin said. “Just a glass of wine for me” Nancy said. After 5 minutes the bartender brought back their drinks and they continued their conversation. “So, you think you can make a girl cum before Steve does?” Nancy quipped. “What you think I can’t?” Robin said with a smirk. Nancy face turned red. “I never said that”. Robin looked at her with a smile. “But anyways, enough about me making a girl cum. We need to talk about this situation with Steve” she insisted. Nancy took a swig of her wine. “There’s really nothing else to it” Nancy shrugged. “Actually” she paused. Robin looked at her with sympathy in her eyes. “I kind of broke up with him”. “WHAT” Robin shouted, causing all eyes to be on her. “Shut up!” Nancy said, covering Robin’s mouth. “Sorry. But you actually broke up with him?” Robin asked. “Yeah. I just what’d happy with him anymore. But anyways. Let’s talk about something else” Nancy said. “Okay. Sorry” Robin apologized. “It’s okay. So. About you. Do you have your eyes on anyone?” Nancy asked. “Um. Well kind of. But I don’t want to push it and I don’t wanna ruin our friendship” Robin replied. “Oh come on Robin. If she cares about you enough, she’ll still be your friend.” Nancy said sincerely. “Can we get a refill?” Robin asked the bartender.

They continued drinking fora while longer and Nancy was beginning to feel a buzz. Robin knew Nancy was a lightweight? So she didn’t think much of it. “You know what Robin?” Nancy asked slurring her words a bit. “What?” She asked. “You look really pretty tonight” she said, making eye contact with her. “Oh. Um. Thank you. So do you. You’re so gorgeous Nancy” Robin said. She scooted closer to Robin. “Really? You think I’m pretty?”

She asked, tilting her head like a puppy. “What? Yeah, of course. You’re like, the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.” Robin said, taking about sip of her drink. Nancy blushed. “Wow. I didn’t think you’d be into me” Nancy said. Robin nearly spit out her drink. “I-uh. You-. What?” She stuttered. Nancy laughed. She got up from her seat and sat on Robins lap. Robin panicked. “Nancy?” She asked. Nancy DIDNT say a word. She just grabbed Robin’s face and pressed a kiss to her lips. She pulled back after a few seconds. She was too stunned to speak. Robin was trying to process what just happened. “Fuck. I’m so sorry. I- I wasn’t thinking. I’m so sor-“ Robins cut her off with a kiss. She pulled back for just a second to say; “Don’t be sorry.I like you. I want this. I want you” Robin said. “Oh my god. I want you too” Nancy said. “Can we take this to my car?” Nancy asked. Robin nodded. They payed for their drinks and left.

“You’re so pretty. I’ve been wanting to kiss you all night” Robin said. “You have? Oh my god.” Nancy said. Robin grinned. “Me too”. She pulled her back in and their teeth clicked. They both laughed and continued making out. Robin licked Nancy bottom lip, a silent question if it was okay to go further. Nancy allowed her further access and she explored her mouth like a cave. Nancy groaned. “You like that?” Robin asked. Nancy nodded. Robin grinned and groped Nancy’s boobs. She moaned. “You’re so beautiful” Robin said, continuing to fondle with her tits. “Let’s move to the backseat” Nancy suggested. Robin agreed.

They moved to the back of the car and continued what they were doing. They weren’t even kissing anymore, just breathing into each others mouths. Robin pulled back for a moment to take off her shirt. Nancy stared in awe. “Jesus Christ. You’re so beautiful Robin.” Nancy said, grabbing Robin’s boobs. She moaned loudly. “That feels so good” Robin moaned. They continued kissing for a while longer until Robin pulled back to ask her something. “Can this come off?” Robin asked,tugging at the hem of Nancy’s dress. “Yes” Nancy said enthusiastically. Robin gently pulled the dress off of her, leaving Nancy in just a bra and panties. “You’re so fucking beautiful” Robin said, immediately going in for a kiss. Nancy giggles. “There’s lipstick all over your face” she laughed. “I don’t care. I want everyone to know what you do to me. I’ll show you” Robin said. Nancy smiled. Robin kissed her lips again and began trailing kisses down her neck. She stopped at a spot she thought would bring Nancy lots to pleasure. She was absolutely correct, she sucked her neck and Nancy cried out. “Robin!”. She smirked. “Does that feel good baby?” Robin asked. “Yes. It feels so good, don’t stop” she begged. “Oh don’t worry princess, I won’t be stopping anytime soon. I’m going to make you feel good” Robin said.

She went back to Nancy’s face and kissed her filthy. She moved back down her neck, kissing every inch of her skin. She kissed down until she got to her tits. She cupped them both in her hands and squeezed them gently. She moaned. “God Robin. You’re so good” she slurred. “Can this come off?”. Nancy was far too turned on to string together a coherent sentence, so she nodded vigorously. Robin moved her hands to Nancy’s back and undid her bra, letting her perky breasts spill out. Robins mouth went dry. She stared at her, admiring her beauty. Nancy looked at her worriedly. She’d always been ashamed if she small size and even considered getting a boob job. She didn’t want to change much, she just wanted them to be more noticeable. But apparently that didn’t matter to Robin because she dived down and pressed a kiss to each nipple, making Nancy moan at her movements. “You’re fucking perfect” Robin said, pinching her nipples. Nancy groaned. “Robin..” she whimpered. “What do you need baby?”. “More. Please” she begged. “Good girl” she said. Nancy moaned at her words. Robin kissed her tits and began to suck. Nancy moaned louder than she ever had before. “Fuck!” She moaned loudly. “Is that good baby?” Robin teased. “Yes. So so good. Keep going please. I need you” Nancy said, grabbing Robins hair and directing her to her breasts. Robin was the one to moan this time. She sucked Nancy’s other tit and played with the other one with her hand. “God baby. That feels so fucking good” Nancy moaned. Robin smiled. “I need you so bad” the smaller girl said. “Of course darling. Where do you want me?” She asked. “My pussy. Please. I need to cum. Now. Please baby please!” She begged. “You look so pretty when you beg baby. You’re so perfect. I’m gonna make you cum, I promise” Robin said. She dove down to Nancy’s lacey, white panties. “Did you wear these on purpose? I couldn’t keep my eyes off of you earlier, I could see your panties through your dress” Robin admitted. “Maybe. You like seeing me like that?” Nancy quipped. “So much. You’re so sexy. I’m gonna take these off now to that’s okay?”. God bless her. Even in a moment of pure desire, Robin still cared enough to make sure Nancy was completely comfortable. “Yes. Please, please, please!” She moaned. “Okay” Robin said.

She slowly started kissing further down Nancy’s body. When she got to her panties she kissed her center. Nancy arched her back and bucked her hips onto Robin’s face. “Are you needy baby?” Robin asked, already knowing the but wanting to hear Nancy say it. “Yes. Yes, I’m so needy for you Robin. Please touch me. Pretty please” she begged. “That’s what I like to hear. You’re such a good girl. I’m gonna fuck you so so hard.” She said. She lowered her head hem of Nancy’s and slowly tugged them off, revealing Nancy’s pretty pussy. “You’re so perfect” she said, pressing a kiss to her now exposed cunt. She moaned. “More Robin! Please!”. “Of course my love” she said, sticking a finger into her cunt. She moaned. “Ohh that feels so good baby!” Nancy moaned. “You’re so wet for baby. I didn’t even need to push, my finger just slid in. You like it wet and messy?” She taunted. “Yes. I like so much so much. More please”. “Whatever you want my love” she said, adding another finger. Nancy clenched around Robin’s fingers, her pussy making a squelching sound. “Yes! Right there!” She cried. Robin began thrusting her fingers in and out of her pussy, very much enjoying the wet sounds her cunt made as she played with it. “That’s so good Robin! Oh my god! You make me feel so good!”. Robin smiled proudly and curled her fingers in Nancy’s pussy, hitting her g-spot. “Oh my god! I’m so close!” She groaned. Robin removed her finger and Nancy whined at the loss of touch. “What? No! I was so close! Please!” She begged. She didn’t get to say another word before Robin pushed her slick filled fingers into Nancy mouth. She moaned around her fingers and sucked her fingers hard. Once was done Robin pulled her mouth and wiped them on the car seat. “I want to you sit up” she instructed. “But what if people see us?” She asked. “They won’t. Now sit” she said. Nancy obeyed and sat up straight. Robin got in between her legs and kissed her inner thighs. Without warning, Robin dove in and licked a line up Nancy’s pussy. She moaned. “Holy shit! That feels so fucking good!”. Robin went back in and began licking at her clit, making her let out little moans and gasps. “Fuck! That feels so good baby!” Nancy said. Robin sucked her clit into her mouth and Nancy screamed. “Fuck Robin! Oh my god!”. Robin didn’t let up and continued sucking the life out of her clit. Nancy thighs started shaking, a clear sign that she was getting close. Robin moved from her clit to ehr entrance, licking your her slit and teasing her hole. Suddenly, she stuck her tongue into Nancy’s wet hole and she moaned. “Fuck! More please! I’m so close!”. Robin continued until she feel Nancy clench around her. The she stopped moving her tongue and let Nancy ride her face. “I’m gonna cum!” She moaned. “Fuck!! Robin!” She screamed as she came all over Robins face. She greedily kicked up her juices and continued licking at her pussy. Finally, she pulled up, her face wet with Nancy’s juices. “Fuck. Come here.” She said. She pulled her up and kissed her, tasting herself on Robin’s chest. Robin laid down and Nancy laid on her chest. They laid there for a while,comfortable in each other’s embrace. “Was I good?” Robin asked. “Are you kidding? Robin you were fucking amazing. The was probably the best orgasm I’ve ever had. And the bets sex. You made me feel so good baby” Nancy said. She smiled. There was a brief pause and then; “So. What does make us? Are we gonna do this again? Was this a one night stand kind of thing?” Robin asked, her mind racing all kinds of possibilities. “No. This isn’t a one time thing. Unless you want it to be? I want to make you feel just as good as you made me feel but I don’t think I could stand rigth now even if I tried” Nancy asked. “Okay. Good. I don’t want it to be a one time thing. And I’d for you to make me just as good as I made you feel. So does this make us girlfriends?” Robin asked. “Of course it does”. “I guess this means Steve owes me $100 because I made a girl cum before he did” Robin laughed. “You’re an idiot Robin Buckley” Nancy said. “You are beautiful Nancy Wheeler”.

[girlwifteef]

“I’m sick of it” James Hetfield x Fem!Reader!

TW: Mentions of abuse, toxic ex, threats, language, and fighting.

Circa 1984 James

Part 4

Description: This is the part you’ve all been waiting for (all four of you that is). In this part, Y/N and James Hetfield meet at Richie’s bar and walk to the record store. While walking back to the car that night, you encounter your ex but this time, James is by your side. (Also, not my gif this time) <3

I forgot how many people lived in this city. There had to have been over 400 people that came and went in the emergency room. Could humans just be a little careful every now and then? We would probably have flying cars by now if this were the case. Well nothing can go anybody’s way so as I clocked out, there were still people pouring in through the doors with code blues, yellows, oranges, and pretty much the entire fucking rainbow. I felt a little bad when they asked me to stay for another hour but I had a date. I had to look my very best, even though I don’t really own anything that project’s confidence like James said. It was almost 3 and I had an hour to get ready.

“I’m sorry Barbara, but I really need to get home.” I said in a hurry to the head nurse. Quite frankly, I didn’t want to tell her that I was blowing everyone off for a guy I just met. “I promised my mom I would check on her dog while she’s away!” I’m usually good at making excuses on the spot for not wanting to do something. Well I’m guessing you already know who made me learn this trick.

“Ah, no worries, Y/N. I’m just glad you didn’t call out. I’ll see you in a couple of days, yeah?”

“Oh! Yes, you will! Bye Barb!” Fuck yeah! I forgot I had a couple days off. Oh man I’m so happy today is today.

I headed to the back of the nurses station to get all my stuff from my locker. Without realizing it, I had practically slammed it shut because of the rush I was in creating this long echo through the hall way. Oops, oh well, I thought scrambling to get everything in my hands. Once I had managed to not drop anything, I had grabbed my car keys and headed for the employee exit. I sped walked to my car and basically threw all of my belongings from my hands into the backseat of my car. Maybe I’ll get them later, after my date. In all honesty, that wasn’t going to happen.

Once everything was out of my hands, I hopped into the drivers seat, and turned the car on with the A/C on full blast. I then threw the car into reverse, backed up, put it in drive, shifted into first gear, and floored it out the parking lot. When I got on the road, I realize it is now 3 o’ clock and let’s just say I’m the luckiest person driving right now because I deserve a lot of speeding tickets. I could imagine the conversation now with the policemen that managed to catch up with me, ‘Please officer, I have a date later with a guy from a band!’ I’ll plead. ‘Miss! You were going 70 in a 45! You are going to jail!’ The officer would yell back. Making myself laugh a little, I slow down enough we’re I’m not passing every poor sole that I manage not to hit. I guess it really didn’t matter because I was only 5 minutes away from my apartment now. At least I made good timing? Man, time really does fly by when you’re having fun.

Driving into the parking garage, I find the “residence parking” and threw the car in park. I grab my purse and head up the flight of stairs to my door and unlock it with my keys. Then, I through my stuff down and shut the door behind me, quickly picking out an outfit the screams me and turn on the water to take a shower. I wasn’t even able to enjoy the hot water because I wanted to have time to actually let my hair dry. So, as I quickly finish up, I put on an Iron Maiden shirt with black jeans and Dr. Martian’s. Then, the hair. It’s wet so possibilities are endless. I gave it some thought and should blow dry curl it. It usually takes me a little while to dry my hair since it’s so thick. My aunt was a hair stylist a long time ago and taught me how to do it without burning it. After each strained of my hair was perfectly placed, I put on some eyeliner around my eyes and mascara. For a minute, I looked in the mirror with my shirt tucked in and pretty much just black clothing from head to toe. Well, if he doesn’t like this, that bites. I then looked at the time, 10 minutes till 4! I have just enough time to make it to Richie’s bar!

I put on just a tad of perfume and grab my purse from when I threw it on the floor earlier, swung the door open, slammed it, and then locked it behind me. Practically flying down the stairs, I jog to my car and get in. I turn on the car and put it into gear to start heading to Richie’s. Oh my god, I’m too nervous. My hands are shaking the steering wheel. What if he changed his mind? Well, I thought the same thing about the phone call, I think it’ll be fine. I think. As I’m pulling up to the bar it’s not really that busy, considering it’s a Saturday. Although, that’s Richie’s bar for you, it’s an underground establishment, that’s why I love it so much. Now, the sleezy people that come in from time to time, I can deal without.

I pull up to the bar parking lot and this time easily finding a parking spot. I put it in park, having 2 minutes to spare, and turn the car off. I got out and locked it then headed inside to wait on the stools. To my surprise there he was. Sitting on my bar stool that I’ve claimed over the years. Seriously, my name is written underneath it. I didn’t realize that he would get here before me, I usually hear people from bands are never on time. Huh, I guess they were wrong about one. I walk up behind him and give him my cheapest, worst pick-up line I have;

“So, come around here often?” I said with a smirk.

He turned to see who I was talking to and oh my. I never thought he could get any cuter. His hair seemed like it was freshly washed, his eyes where a deep blue, his smile began to grow as I finished my line, everything was just like a dream.

“Hi, Y/N!” James said while reaching over for a hug. “How was work? Mr. Richie had mentioned yesterday that you had to ‘save lives’. Are you a doctor?” I think this is the first guy that I’ve met up with who was genuinely curious about my day. It was refreshing, not to mention that he also pays attention to most of the conversations he’s in. So far so good.

As I embraced James, I felt his hair and how broad his shoulders actually were. Now that I’m really looking at him, I’m pretty sure James stood at least 6ft (182.88cm) tall. I felt those stupid butterflies at the worst of times.

“It was alright. Incredibly busy but at least there was no fighting this time. Also, no I’m not a doctor, that’s my dream, I’m a nurse at the local ER. When people come through the front I’m the first one they see to help them.”

“Oh wow! That’s amazing! How long have you worked there?” James asked.

“Just over a year, I drove to this town just before I got this job from Nevada.” I don’t want to tell him about Chris yet. “How have you been, James? Seems like only yesterday we’ve seen each other.” I said jokingly, of course, he chuckled. God, I can’t get enough of his laugh.

“Well, I’ve been rehearsing with Lars and the gang for hours on end getting ready for our next gig. Maybe the occasional drink here and there.”

James perspective after he called last night:

“Ok, I called her.” Stated James.

“Well?? What did she say?!” Asked Lars very enthusiastically.

“Are going on that date with Y/N?” Asked Kirk.

“Yes.” Said James.

“That’s how you do it, man.” Cliff said to James giving a high five and a pat on the back.

Lars had caught onto James’ worried expression and quick responses. “Dude, what’s the matter? Are you nervous or something?”

James, not being able to muster the words to express himself, nodded.

“Come on, man. Don’t be nervous it’s obvious that you guys have a lot in common. Just talk about that stuff.” Cliff advised. The other band mates quickly agreed.

“Yeah, just be yourself!” Lars said.

“But, what if she decides not to come? What do I even wear. I mean we’re meeting at a bar first and then walking to a record store, should I wear something nice?” It had occurred to James that he never asked his band mates about fashion, he had always dressed comfortable no matter what he was doing.

“Listen, I don’t want to see a different James when you come back to this room. You shouldn’t have to change for anyone, if she liked you on stage wearing regular shit, then there should be no problems wearing what you want to wear.” Kirk suggested, though, making it very firm that James should listen to him.

“Ok.” He simply said.

“Ok!” Lars said sipping the last of his beer can. “Now that that’s out of the way, can we focking finish practice?”

“Yeah.” James said still a bit nervous but a little at ease now that he was playing again.

Back to original time:

“Ooo, where are you going to play next?” I asked. I think I caught him off guard with the question because it seemed like James didn’t want to answer the question. In the dim lights of the bar, I saw him turn with a growing redness.

“W-well- uh, we’re still deciding but I kind of want to come back here.” He said looking back and a little more hushed, but I heard him.

“So I can watch you play again?” I said leaning on the bar with a smirk looking up at him. James simply nodded his head rapidly like a little kid.

“Hah, I wouldn’t miss you playing for the world.” I said very sincerely. I did mean it, he’s badass with his rhythm guitar and his vocals really amp up a crowd. After my comment, we both started at each other for a solid 2 seconds. His eyes were a deep blue every time the light had caught them. They bounced back and forth to each of my eyes probably debating on what he should to next. I wonder was his pretty head is thinking about. One mississippi. I had caught myself as I glanced at his lips and a grin grew on his face now looking at my lips then back to meet my eyes. Though we didn’t speak, we both knew we liked each other. I felt a warm smile creep across my face once we locked eyes again. Two mississippi.

“Hey guys! What’s goin’ on?” Richie said greeting me and James breaking our emotional contact with each other.

“Nothing much. Just hanging out” James said smiling while looking at me. Ok, seriously, fuck you butterflies. You do not belong in my stomach for this amount of time.

“Hey, Rich. Busy tonight?” I asked a bit annoyed but I didn’t want to be rude. Well, can you blame me?

“Nah. Ever since this guy’s band played here, it seems as though a lot of the fans have moved on.” Richie said pointing jokingly to James.

James caught on, “Ah, I’ll put in a good word for the guys if you want us here again.”

“Absolutely! You guys are one of the most polite bands that I’ve invited here. Of course you can come back!” Richie exclaimed.

“Thanks. I’ll keep that in mind, Mr. Richie. You wanna head out to that record store, Y/N?” James asked me.

“Yeah, I’m ready.” I said quieting my excitement. I love going to record stores but this time I get a bonus of going on a date with James Hetfield.

“Alright, lead the the way. Here you go, Mr. Richie.” James said handing him a 20 for his drinks

“Thanks. And call me Rich!” Richie yelled to James as I was already almost out the door.

“Will do!” James yelled walking to catch up with me. “So, you live around here?” He asked now walking beside me.

“Yeah, I live in a little apartment about 10 minutes away. I hope you didn’t wait too long for me.” I figured I should be truthful. I feel confident enough that he’s not going to stalk me, seems like a nice guy.

“Oh cool, I’m actually from a town south from here, and not at all I was there for about 10 minutes, I didn’t want to be late.” James said. “Where are you from?”

Oh. I guess it’s time to talk about our pasts. “I’m from Central Florida.” We had turned a corner and I felt James eyes get wider.

“Florida?! What the hell are you doing all the way out here?” Ack. Why didn’t I just lie. This would have been so much easier if I didn’t feel so comfortable sharing everything with him. As I walked thinking of an answer, there was this ally way that was all beat up and run down. I’ve never noticed it out of the many times I’ve been to the record store. Shit, he’s still waiting, focus! Think of something, anything. Damn it, I can’t think when he’s starting at me like that.

“Uh job opportunity. Oh! Look, we’re here! It’s also a comic book store, did I mention that?”

“Oh! And no you didn’t, Kirk would love this.” Phew, ok he bought it, he better not ask about anything else, I really don’t like lying.

We walked into the store opening the door and alerting the front with the bell that was attached. That sweet smell of cardboard and teenage hormones really brought back memories. I glanced for a minute to find the hard rock section. Ah, there it is. Since when did that move it to the back of the store? Oh well. I walked towards the area with James following close behind me and went up to the shelves, then started to rummage through them looking for an AC/DC album I’ve had my eyes on for a while. A, A, where the hell is section A?? I threw my hands up with out even thinking, fucking finally, I thought.

“You look beautiful, Y/N. I had forgotten to tell you earlier. Well, I imagine you always do.” James said with the sweetest smile looking down at me.

“Aw, thank you. I’m sorry, I really don’t own nice clothes, I really like wearing what I want, you know?.” This answer really seemed to set him at ease.

“Y/N, don’t be sorry, I wish more people were like you. I don’t own anything nice either. I wear what I want like you! I listen to what I want at all times of the day. I love your jokes, they make me laugh and I still think about them from time to time. I want to make you laugh. I want to listen to music with you all day. I want … you.” James said staring intently for my answer. I guess I didn’t really pay attention to the distance between us because now he was probably less then 3 inches (roughly 7 cm) away from each other. I can strongly smell his cologne now, like the beach and warm sand. It was getting really warm here in the back of the store.

“I want you too.” I said as I moved in filling the gap to kiss him. Without hesitation, James wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed me back. I had wrapped my arms around his neck enclosing the space between us even tighter. His lips were so soft and despite his size, he was so gentle with his grasp. Every second was like heaven and non existent angels were singing. We stayed like this way for a couple of minutes and released to catch our breaths from the exhaustion of nerves and tension, James still held onto me. We looked up at each other and chuckled a little bit while I moved a few strains of hair out of his face. Something had caught my eye and I looked over at the AC/DC album I’ve been looking for, funny how he puts things into perspective.

“Ah, found it.” I said while James still had his arms wrapped around my waist. I reached over and grabbed the record.

“Found what?” He asked

“AC/DC’s album ‘For Those About to Rock’. I’ve been looking for this one but they keep selling out.”

“Well, I’m glad I could be of assistance.” James said, I laughed and gave him one more peck on the lips before I hugged him and asked, “Did you mean that?”

“What? What do you mean?” He asked loosening his hug to look at me but still held on.

“That you think I’m beautiful. I’m just wearing regular shit.” I said blatantly chuckling.

“Yes I do. I think you’d look gorgeous even in a trash bag.”

“Oh my god, you’re fucking ridiculous, James.”

“Haha! It’s true!” He said hugging me again. The smell of his hair was so nice and warm. I felt so at home, like I was meant to do this.

“Ok whatever.” I said rolling my eyes chuckling. Next thing I knew he had his lips pressed against mine once again. As I kissed him back I explored him with my hands, running them through his hair and down his neck. Then, I moved to his shoulders and chest as he was touching me. We did this for another couple of minutes and then let go of each other as we realized we’re in a public area and really shouldn’t put on a show right now. He looked into my eyes and brushed his hand against my cheek. As he did, I smiled brightly at him and caught the record slipping from my grasp.

“You know, I think I have to pay for this.” I said a little sad that I have to leave this moment, but there will be more time for this later.

“Nah, shoplift it. You gotta live a little, Y/N.” James said flashing a little sarcasm which made me laugh. I then kissed his cheek and walked to the front counter. I placed the new record onto the counter and waited for the clerk to scan it.

“Is this all?” The clerk asked a little tired and couldn’t really give two shits if this was all I wanted to buy.

“Yup! That’s it.” I said cheerfully wanting to hurry the process along.

The clerk sighed. “That’ll be $11.50.” I handed him 12 dollars.

“Here you go, have a good day.” He spat out.

“Thanks!” I grabbed my 50 cents and walked out with James. After I heard the bell from the door, James reached for my hand to hold it. With the reaction I imagine he was hoping for, I held his. We were both blushing as we shared a comfortable silent walk for a couple of minutes back to the bar with our hands being held safely by one another.

“I really like you, Y/N.” James said looking at me while walking.

I smiled widely and said, “I really like you too, Hetfield.” After that we continued walking in comfortable silence in the dark on our way to our cars with our hands intertwined. It had gotten significantly darker since we entered the record shop, I didn’t realize how much time really passed. We had walked passed the same ally when we walked to the record store and I got a cold chill. Weird. We walked past the ally and I was on a high from just confessing my feelings toward James. And he returned those feelings! Crazy how people work sometimes.

“Well, well. What the fuck is this?” A voice echoed from the ally.

I felt my grip tighten on James’ hand as tears started to well up in my eyes. I had stopped dead in my tracks. Oh no. Please no. If there’s a god out there, fucking help me. This can’t be real, I must be dreaming, wake up! I should run, yell, scream, for the love of god do something! It’s dark, maybe it’s not him and they had mistaken me for someone else. I don’t know though, that voice. I can’t feel my legs. Fuck, what do I do? Oh how I wish those butterflies would comeback. I squeezed his hand tighter for some sort of comfort.

“Y/N? Are you ok?” James asked worrying about my sudden tension. I turned around to see if my suspicions were true.

“Ah! I thought that was you, Y/L/N.”

“Oh god no.” I tried to say quietly to myself but James heard me. I was hyperventilating and on the verge of crying and passing out.

“Y/N, who is that guy?” James now acting very protective stepping ahead of me as Chris stepped forward.

“No, James! Stay away from him!” I yelled worried of what Chris might do. I grabbed James’ shirt to try and pull him back but he wasn’t backing down.

“Y/N, who the fuck is this guy?” James asked standing tall in front of me like a soldier.

“I see you had a little fun while I was away!” Chris snapped coming perfectly into view only 6 feet (2 meters) away.

James was now confronting Chris, “Dude, who are you?”

“Oh! Y/N, you never talk about me to your friends? This saddens me.” Chris said with his two faced words. “We’re together.”

“N-no! W-w-we are not!” It’s all I could muster out. I was shaking with fear and it felt like there was a stick stuck in my throat. I couldn’t move and all I could do was look at James with this terrified puppy dog look. Please, go away. Save us all time Chris and go away.

“Yes, we are. You just don’t want to stay with one person at a time, isn’t that right, Y/N/N?” He spat out inching towards me. James stepped forward.

“Look, if she wanted to be with you she would have said so. You need to leave her alone.” James said very sternly standing his ground.

“Pfft- Y/N, who’s this guy again?” Chris peered over to the side to see me.

“N-none of yo-your business!” I really didn’t mean to sound meek but I wasn’t looking to get slapped today. I guess it’s inevitable now.

“Ha, you little sh-“ Chris lunged forward to get me but James stood in the way pushed him away a couple of feet (meters). Chris leapt toward James landing a hard right hook on the side of his temple. *crack* I jumped back to get out of the way and they both hit the ground.

“Chris! S-Stop it!” I squeaked out but he wasn’t in the mood for listening. James managed to get a hold of Chris, pinned him, and punched him square in the eye then his nose almost knocking him out but not quite. Stumbling to get back up, Chris held on to the brick wall of the side of a building. Holding is noes that was profusely bleeding now.

“God damn it. You don’t know what you’ve done, kid.” Chris said to James out of breath then, he turned to me, “Next time I see you, Y/N. I’m gonna kill you and your little boyfriend.” Chris said stumbling back into an ally from which he emerged from.

James, out of breath holding the side of his face, turned to look at me. “Are you ok?” Was he seriously worried about me?

“Wha- Am I ok?? James, your bleeding! Come on, Richie’s bar is only a block away. I’ll take you too the back and clean that cut.” I ushered him across the street to get to the bar as quickly as possible in case he followed us. “I can’t believe this. I’m so embarrassed. I’m so so sorry, James. I should have told you before, I just didn’t know the right time!” We had made it to the front step and I swung open the bar door and saw the shocked expression of Richie.

“Look, I’ll tell you later Rich, I have to help him first.” I quickly said making sure not to disturb the already drunken patrons.

Richie looked at us both, “Was someone trying to rob you?”

“No, he’s back.” I said a little more ominously than I intended. Richie was the only person that knows about Chris. And not having contact with any of my family over the years because I the fear that Chris would get to them, Richie was all I had left.

I threw open the doors to the staff office where I new there was a first aid kit. “Ok, sit tight and I’ll get the first aid kit.” James was just silent but he nodded. He hadn’t said anything after the fight other than ask me if I was ok. I looked up on the top cabinet knocking a few things over to grab the kit. “Ah! Found it.” I then ran over to James and knelt down because there wasn’t another chair nearby which didn’t really bother me. I yanked open the first aid box and grabbed goss, hydrogen peroxide, and butterfly stitches. “James, I need you to move your hand, please.” He slumped his hand onto his thigh and now I could really look at the cut in the light. It was deep but didn’t need stitches, his temple was black and blue, and blood streamed down his face. I gasped.

“Oh my god. James, I’m so sorry.” I said knowing that my apology didn’t make a difference for the damage I’ve caused. I poured the peroxide on the goss, “I’m sorry but this is going to hurt a lot, you might want to hold your breath and count.” I said truthfully. He obliged and I reached up and slowly pressed the peroxide onto his open cut. His face got tighter and groaned showing his teeth, “I’m sorry, but this is the only way to properly clean it.” I said looking up at his cut trying to stop the bleeding as gently as I could. God, why do pasts always have to come back and fuck things up? Why do creeps, especially Chris, manage to ruin so many lives? This has gone on for too long and I need to stop this. Oh no, please not the water works in front of my patient. James looked at me as I was thinking and cleaning his cut. He saw that I had tears streaming down my face, only I wasn’t sobbing but silently crying. I noticed he was looking at me and I met his dark blue eyes. The only thing I saw was rage and vengeance with a little bit of empathy. He wiped a single tear off of my cheek and I looked away. Wiping the dried blood off of James’ bruised temple, I put on the butterfly stitches. I started to throw the used goss away to avoid the next conversation when he stopped me and cupped my face.

“Y/N. Are you ok?” James finally said.

Taking a moment to really think about how I want to answer the question I finally said, “No. I can’t believe I let this happen.” I said with tears filling my eyes again.

“This is not your fault, please don’t blame yourself for other people’s actions! He’s the psychopath, Y/N.” He said pulling me to hug him. The sudden comfort pushed me over the edge and brought me into perspective. Now, I was softly crying and holding onto James for dear life. He calmly rubbed circles my back until I had felt comfortable to let go. It was so soothing I had stopped crying within minutes. Wiping tears away and loosed my grip on James to look up at him, before I could say anything James spoke.

“Now, I know you’re not in the best mood right now, but do you mind telling me who that guy is?”

END OF PART 4!

A/N: Ahhhh! I am so sorry that this took me so long but this is what you all have been waiting for!! This part is very long but I hope you like it. Part 5 will be coming out this week. I can promise you that but for now, that’s all from me. Please lmk what you thought about this one and don’t forget to leave a comment if you think I should do someone else that you like. I do my research so just lmk! Thanks guys, ❤️ have an awesome day! :3

[humbughana]

pick me up

ugh this is tooth rotting sweetness. 

warnings- fluff, drinking. enjoy :)

rafe has to pick up lola at a bar

“are you sure this is a good idea, lo?”

Lola scoffed at her boyfriend through the phone screen as he questioned her ‘girls night’ for the hundredth time during their facetime call, “you worry too much.” she picked up the phone with a frown, “plus, you know that girls night is strictly confidential,” Lola spoke with a shrug as she applied a layer of lip gloss before looking herself over one more time in the full-length mirror.

Rafe’s face curled into a smirk when she turned her attention back to him, “mhm. It does become my business when you call me to pick you up tonight.”

“I did that once!” 

Rafe laughed warmly at her reddening cheeks but couldn't help it, “three times actually.” His girlfriend only scowled at him through the screen, “we’ll see about that.” Lola mumbled but she knew he was right.

The shouting of someone in the background tore her away, “I gotta go, Rafe! Duty calls.” She grinned with a wink and he groaned, “You worry me, baby. Have fun tonight.” 

Lola waved to the camera before hanging up and sliding on her shoes. Honestly, girl's night just consisted of her and a group of girls from her sorority bar hopping until someone inevitably tapped out for the night. 

And every time, somehow, it was always her.

So an hour later, at the first bar, Lola swore to pace herself. That was until it was time for group shots, and then another round, and then more shots and- you get the picture. What kind of person would she be to turn down a free drink? 

This routine was followed everywhere they went and at the third bar of the night, things began to blur together, “lo, are you good?” her best friend, Ally leaned in with a knowing smile, “maybe some water?” her friend took the half-drunk truly out of her hand but Lola shook her head, “we should dance!”

It should have been some record, honestly. Lola was dancing in the crowd, completely trashed and it was barely midnight. Another shot later, Ally caught sight of her best friend dancing on top of one of the chairs, laughing with complete strangers as they cheered her on. On any other night, the girl might have pulled her down but rule number three of girls night etiquette clearly states, thou shall not leave a friend alone on the dance floor. 

Or in this case, a bar stool.

So moments later, the two girls were giggling like children as they looked down on the bar around them, dancing their best on the little surface they had without falling. All the while, too drunk to see straight, it truly was a feat.

Meanwhile, Rafe was mindlessly scrolling through his phone back in his room, trying to study and failing miserably when a Snapchat popped up on his phone from his girlfriend. He smiled, only imagining what it could possibly be. Opening the picture, it was blurry but he could see Lola with her arm around Ally as she grinned, clearly above the ground. 

Rafe shook his head and texted her immediately-

get off the stool

Her reply was near-instantaneous,

make me?

He could imagine her rolling her eyes and it made him grin but he left it at that and moments later she texted him again,

that's what i thought

Lola and Ally found themselves back at the bar, ordering more drinks as if they could handle them. Well, Ally probably could, her friend had perfected the art of boot and rallying, something Lola still couldn't fathom. The bartender narrowed his eyes at her knowingly, “you’re cut off.” Lola gasped as he slid her a cup of water instead of what she asked for, Ally giggled with a shrug, “what?” sipping her new drink that she was given.

Lola crossed her arms but ended up giving in and taking the water as Ally went to join their other friends who all seemed to be faring well as Lola began tripping over her own feet. She leaned into one of her friends who laughed, “hey lo, havin’ fun?” the girl nodded with hazy eyes, barely able to keep them open as time began to pass. She didn’t know how long she stood there, leaning into her friend who held her up but when a new set of arms wrapped around her waist from behind, she jumped as her friends shook their heads, “how you doing, lo?” Lola gasped at her boyfriend's voice in her ear and she spun around, stumbling slightly but he held her up, “Rafe!” she exclaimed, wrapping her arms around his neck, “ m’ so happy you're here!” 

Rafe laughed in her ear, “you ready to go?” he asked, keeping his hands on her waist to make sure she didn’t fall. Lola frowned before it clicked, gasping she turned around and dramatically pointed a finger at her friends, “which one of you snitched!” All of the girls held up their hands in defense as Lola crossed her arms, “traitors,” she mumbled, leaning back into her boyfriend.

“c’mon lo, i’ll even stop and get you food on the way home,” his pouting girlfriend finally looked up at him, still frowning, “french fries?” 

Rafe nodded solemnly, “all the french fries you can eat, baby.”

Lola finally cracked a grin and nodded excitedly and now Rafe was the one being dragged out, “bye!” she called over her shoulder to her friends who waved goodbye. Rafe smiled thankfully at one of the girls that texted him, “rafe! come on! we don't have all night!” Lola tapped at her wrist where no watch was laid exasperatedly. 

Rafe jogged to catch up to her as she stepped outside, relishing in the cool air. His arm wrapped around her shoulders and then led them to his car which was parked just around the corner noting the way she swayed slightly with an amused smile.

“don’t look at me like that,” Lola mumbled as he helped her into the car before buckling her in, “like what?” he asked, still leaning over her. 

“like you won,” Lola pushed his cheek away with a finger and then let out an obnoxious groan, “why is it always me?” she exclaimed and Rafe laughed, leaning in and placing a kiss on her cheek before shutting the door and rushing around to the driver's side, “my little lightweight.” she grabbed the hand that laid on her thigh and threaded her fingers through his with a sigh, “shut up, it's embarrassing,”

Rafe shook his head and brought their hands up, kissing the back of her hand softly. Lola melted slightly before he added, “yeah, it kind of is baby.” Rafe playfully added on and loudly laughed when a scowl replaced her soft smile and she ripped her hand away from him. 

“I cannot stand you,” she shook her head but grinned anyway when they stopped at a red light, Rafe only pulled her over the console and kissed her. 

“You love me,” 

 “Yeah, yeah.” Lola scoffed, “less talk, more drive.” 

Rafe shook his head and when the light turned green he didn’t move, the car behind him blew the horn and Lola’s eyes went wide looking at him.

“what was that?” he asked with a glint in his eyes, without a care in the world as Lola looked at the car behind them and the person waving their hands around, “Rafe!” 

“Hm?” he asked patiently.

“I love you!” Lola yelled at him and he only grinned and sped off, easily putting distance between the car behind us, “you’ve lost your mind,” she fell back against the seats with a groan. 

Rafe only pulled into the Wendy’s and kissed her again sweetly, “french fries?”

Finally, Rafe had driven her back to her sorority house, the two of them sneaking around to the back of the house and into the door that led to the back staircase and up to her floor.

Tripping over a rock, Rafe kept Lola from falling face-first as he cursed, “jesus lo, you’re gonna get us caught. again.”

Lola rolled her eyes, pushing him off her in the dark and typing in the code to the door, “i swear you are the most dramatic person, i’ve ever met,”

Rafe pushed her up the stairs, a hand sliding to her butt before she batted his hand away, “stop!” she whispered yelled at him but let him push her into her room that she shared with Ally who surely found someone to hook up with tonight. 

He pushed her toothbrush into her hands and she only flashed him her middle finger wordlessly before going to brush her teeth and wash her face. When she came back, Rafe threw her an old shirt of his and a pair of sleep shorts and all but watched her undressed as a slow smirk crossed his face.

“don’t even,” she held a finger up as he got a show when she put the new shirt on. Rafe sat on the edge of her bed wearing some clothes he had left her over the few months they had been dating, he grabbed her waist when she neared the bed.

Lola placed her hands on either side of his face before leaning down to rest her forehead against his, “m’ tired.” Rafe pulled her down next to him, “let’s go to sleep, baby.” his hand fell across her waist as he pulled her back flush to his front. Lola easily fell into his hold, relaxing finally, “hey rafe,”

“Mhm,” he mumbled into her neck and she fought a grin.

“love you,”

Rafe pinched her side lightly and she squirmed, “smartass,”

Lola giggled before closing her eyes again and right before she fell asleep Rafe kissed the top of her head, “love you too, lo.”

[wiypt-writes]

Riding High

Ch 4: Skating The Issue

Chapter Summary: It’s Fliss’ turn to host Frank and Mary and both adults seem to be skating round a particular issue…

Chapter Warnings: Bad Language words.

Chapter Pairings:  Frank Adler x OFC Fliss Gallagher

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Fliss Gallagher and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

Riding High Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Chapter 3

"Hey Cowgirl, how do you cook a skate?"

Fliss had to read the message twice "I'm assuming you’re talking about the fish..."

"No an ice skate..." the sarcasm dripped of his reply and she could just imagine him rolling his eyes.

"Where the fuck did u get an ice skate in South Pass?" she giggled to herself as she typed her response.

"R u deliberately being an ass?"

"Why did u get a skate when u don’t know how to cook one?"

"I don't know how to cook a lot of things. And there was a guy at the harbour giving them away. Extra catch he said. Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth etc…"

Fliss pondered something for a moment before she leaned back in her chair and continued the conversation "Well why don't u bring them round tonight and I'll do them. I still haven't cooked for you after the BBQ the other week"

"Don’t worry, I haven't taken it to heart that every time we've tried to arrange it you've cancelled"

"Piss off!" She laughed to herself as she replied  "It’s this weather man, it's so hot... not my fault I've had to rejig all my lessons and exercise my own horses at 9pm... you've been busy too don't forget!"

"Busy time of year for Sailing, what can I say? As it happens I can do tonight but I'll have Mary. Is that ok?"

"No, Frank I expect you to leave her at home on her own... "

“Trust me if I could I would, she’s driving me insane at the moment.”

“Why?” Fliss frowned slightly as she hit send. Whilst she hadn’t really seen Frank other than the previous week for Mary’s riding lesson they talked often by text and he hadn’t mentioned she was playing up. And then she suddenly realised. It was the last Saturday of the Summer holidays. Mary started school on Monday. And she had already made her feelings about that very clear to Fliss, several times.

“I’ll explain later. What time?”

Fliss checked her watch. It was 4pm.

"Say 6 ish? I'll send you the post...I mean zip code...why the fuck do you lot call it a zip code anyway?"

"Stands for Zone Improvement Plan"

"That makes no sense"

"Course it does. Zip, its fast, as in the mail travels more efficiently, and more quickly when people use it"

"And you wonder why Mary is such a smart ass!"

"Whatever, see you at 6."

"Bye Sailor."

Standing up she slipped her phone into the back pocket of her riding breeches and headed out onto the main yard. It was empty. The weather had been scorching recently, so hot she had been forced to cancel a lot of lessons and offer something different to her students. She had been taking the younger kids on trail rides through the grounds that surrounded her yard and onto the waterside and then taught them basic horse care and grooming routines, whilst the older clients who wanted to continue their training had moved their sessions to earlier or later in the day. That said, she had no one left to teach today and she was giving her own 3 a rest so it was a case of making sure waters in the fields were topped up ready for evening turn out.

Thor was flopped in the shade of one of the stables, flat on his side. He cracked an eye open as she passed and his tail lazily thumped on the floor. “Oh boy…I know it’s hot…” she said with a chuckle, bending over to give him a scratch before she stood up and he did the same, trotting obediently at her heels as she headed through the gate and down the dirt tracks which led to the turn out paddock. Joanne, Ruby and Ellis her head groom and stable hands were busy with the water truck topping up the troughs in the bottom field.

“Hey guys.” she smiled “All ok?”

“Yeah,” Joanne nodded “We’ve topped all the others up, this is the last one.”  

“Great, ok well let’s get them fed and then we can get them turned out and have an early finish.” Fliss smiled. “Ruby, Ellis, keep an eye on the water.”

The girl and boy nodded and then Fliss and Joanne headed back towards the yard.

“So, you doing anything tonight?” Joanne asked.

“Oh, erm, Mary and Frank are coming over for dinner.” Fliss said

“As in Mary and Frank Adler?” Joanne looked at Fliss.“God he is dreamy. Total fuck boy though.”

Fliss laughed, “So you told me. He’s a nice guy though, I enjoy talking to him.”

“Talking?” Joanne deadpanned “Seriously, you’ve got a sure thing there and you’re talking?”

Fliss snorted “Trust me I’m not looking for anything else, certainly not at the moment.”

“Yeah well, you never find anything when you’re looking for it do you?” Joanne said lightly as they walked into the feed store. “It’s always when you’re not that you come across it.”

Fliss looked at her for a moment. She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t attracted to Frank, she’d have to be blind not to be. But she wasn’t lying when she said she didn’t feel ready for a relationship just yet and it would have to take someone very special to change her mind. With a sigh she jerked her head in the direction of the containers which held the horse feed.

“Start scooping that lot out.”

Joanne did as she was told and a little over an hour later everything was turned out, fed and she made sure the staff knew who was on duty in the morning. With that she dismissed them early and set off to the store grabbing the ingredients she needed.

***** “Woah!” Mary said as Frank pulled up outside the gates “Does Fliss live here?”

“According to the directions…” Frank raised his eyebrows. He pulled out his phone and gave her a call.

“Hi, you at the gates?” she asked.

“I think so…”

“Ok hang on…” she instructed and Frank waited. A few seconds later the iron gates swung inwards. “Drive past the main house on your right and keep coming until the drive bends round. The annex is to the left behind the garage. Door’s open, just come on in.”

Frank took a deep breath and headed through the gate. Mary was looking out of the window at the large villa style house as they passed, her mouth hanging open. Bill emerged from the double garage to the left and Frank smiled at him, halting the truck.

“Alright lad?” Bill said, leaning on the top of the truck, talking through the open window. “Hey kid.”

“Hi Mr Gallagher.” Mary beamed. “We’re off to Fliss’ for dinner.”

“It’s Bill, Mary, my dad was Mr Gallagher. And you’re a lucky girl, Fliss’ cooking is superb!”

“Anything is better than Frank’s.” she informed him and Frank rolled his eyes.

“Mine too. I burn water.” Bill chuckled.

“You can’t do that.” Mary frowned, “It just evaporates.”

“It’s a figure of speech Mary, you know, a joke…” Frank looked at her shaking his head as Bill laughed.

“Well I’ll let you go.” he smiled, “Straight down the drive. Have a good evening.”

He straightened up and whistled, calling a small terrier to his heels before he headed over to a gate at the side. As he opened it, Frank just caught a glimpse of a spacious back yard and a pool before the gate snapped closed. Setting the truck forward again, he followed the drive and it turned left just before the fence, opening up into a space behind the garage where the small annex was set. It was a little detached, 2 storey building that was a similar style to the villa with a wooden door and a large bay window. The door was open and as Frank climbed out of the truck, the wrapped paper package of skate in his hand, Thor came bounding outside barking excitedly.

“Hey boy.” he said, giving the dog a pat before Thor turned his attention to Mary.

“Found it ok then?”

Frank looked up to see Fliss in the doorway. She was dressed in a pair of denim shorts that finished halfway up her toned thighs and a tight grey T-shirt which was distressed around the sleeves. Her hair was fastened back in a loose braid and she was barefoot. Frank felt a certain, and very unwelcome, pooling of arousal in the base of his stomach. Swallowing slightly he composed himself and smiled at her.

“Nice place.”

“Well the rents got a fair whack when they sold up in the UK so…” she shrugged “Sadly it’s not mine!”

He smiled, “This doesn’t look so bad.”

“Suits me, for the time being anyway until I can get my own place.” she smiled “We’re in the middle of re-decorating it so there’s stuff all over the dining room. We’ll eat outside if that’s ok?”

“Sure.” Frank smiled.

Fliss gave a sharp whistle and Thor immediately headed back towards her and into the house as Mary followed, pausing to give Fliss a hug. She led them inside and Frank looked around, the small porch area led into a square living room with a wooden floor which sported a large, light blue fluffy rug and a coffee table in the middle. There was a grey and black L-shaped sofa which ran along one wall and jutted out slightly around the edge of the coffee table and a huge flat screen TV and entertainment system nestled in the other corner which was surrounded by a huge rack of DVDs. On the wall above the sofa was a large framed photograph of Fliss with a chestnut horse, giving it a kiss on the nose, smiling as she did so, sunglasses covering her eyes. There were various other family shots in frames on other walls too. Taking it all in, Frank followed Fliss through an archway into the tiled dining room, which held a table against one wall and a display cabinet against the other which was full of trophies and rosettes. The walls were stripped bare and just as Fliss said there was a pile of decorating equipment sat in the corner. To the right a staircase headed upstairs and in front of them were double butler doors which led into the small country style kitchen. The rear doors were open onto a small flagged yard which sported a decking area upon which sat a table and some chairs. Various pot plants were scattered around the yard area and there was a wicker sofa and chair set with a smaller table and a hot tub nestled into the corner of the fence and the wall, under the kitchen windows.

“This is an annex?” Frank deadpanned looking around. Fliss turned to him, blushing slightly.

“I know, I’m very lucky.” she shrugged. “It’s as good as having my own place.”

“It’s really cool” Mary hummed “Can I go outside?”

“Knock yourself out.” Fliss said as Mary disappeared into the yard, Thor following. “So, where’s this fish?”

Frank dropped the package onto the side and Fliss peeled the paper open.

“Oooh they look great!” She grinned. “So I’m gonna pan fry them with some lemon, garlic and then I’ve done some potatoes and salad…nothing fancy but…”

“Sounds good.” Frank nodded.

“Is there anything Mary doesn’t like?”

“Tomatoes.” Frank said “I mean if they’re in a sauce of pasta she’s fine but…”

“Devil veg.” Fliss wrinkled her nose.

“Actually they’re a fruit.” Frank teased as she looked at him.

“You ever seen a tomato in a fruit salad?” she shot back, reaching around him to open the large fridge.

He laughed and moved out of her way “That’s exactly the reply Mary gives me.”

“Like I said, smart kid.” Fliss grabbed two beers before bumping the fridge door shut with her hip. She opened a drawer and grabbed a bottle opener, flipping off the cap before handing one to Frank.

“Thanks. So, is there anything I can do to help or…”

“No, everything’s done bar the fish so…” she shook her head “Stand and watch Sailor, you might learn something.”

He stood leaning against the counter as she worked, settling into comfortable chat, watching as she cleaned, skinned and filleted the fish before squeezing fresh lemon over it and tossing it into a hot pan with a few cloves of garlic.

“It doesn’t take long” she said, “Do you wanna grab me a few plates?”

“Sure.” he nodded, “err…”

“Cupboard behind you, to the right.” she said over her shoulder as she pulled a salad out of the fridge and drizzled it lightly with a mixture of balsamic, oil and lemon. She did the same with the cold potatoes before she turned the heat off the stove and divided the fish up into 2 larger pieces and a smaller one for Mary.

She gently slid the slices onto the plates and then she nodded. “All done.”

“Well that looked easy.” Frank said

“You can try it yourself next time.” she looked at him, handing him the two bowls “Can you take those out the table?”

He picked them up easily and carried them outside, Mary instantly scrambling up from where she had been sat on the outside sofa with Thor and following him.

Fliss walked out with the plates which contained the fish and they all settled down, Frank placing some potatoes and salad onto Mary’s plate before doing the same for Fliss as she headed back inside for 2 more beers and an apple juice for Mary.

“This is really good!” the seven year old enthused.

“Don’t talk with your mouthful.” Frank looked at her and she gave him a filthy scowl which made Fliss laugh.

“She looks a bit like you when she does that.”

“I do not.” Mary replied indignantly.

Fliss merely smiled as she stabbed another potato and popped it into her mouth “Whatever you say.”

Mary shot her another look which earned her one back from Frank. She met his eyes with her own and gave a shrug, diving back into her food.

“Fred would like this.” she said, looking at her fish.

“Good job because I saved him the scraps.” Fliss said.

“Did you?” Mary looked at her, smiling. Fliss nodded.

Frank watched the easy exchange between the two, smiling softly. Mary had been in a foul mood all afternoon after he had taken her shopping for a few outfits for School. She had been kicking off about the fact she had to go on Monday, but he was sticking to his decision. She needed to go, be a kid, have a normal life.

“You alright?” Fliss looked at him and he nodded

“Yeah, just thinking that’s all.” he said, “Nothing serious.”

Fliss accepted his answer, even though she didn’t believe him and she changed the subject, telling Mary about a few of the things she had planned for her next riding lesson which wasn’t for another 10 days seeing as she had been for one the Saturday before.

“Can I come this Saturday?” she pleaded.

“Mary…” Frank sighed “We discussed this, once a fortnight…”

Mary scowled again and Frank let out a groan.

“Well, if it’s okay with Frank you could come up later in the day and help me with my three.” Fliss said, looking at him. “You can help Joanne with the poles on the jumps and the feeds.”

“Oh, please Frank can I?”

Frank looked at Mary then to Fliss “You sure?”

Fliss nodded “Course”

“Alright.” Frank nodded “But one more tantrum about school between then and now and you’re not going understood?”

Mary pouted a little, clearly considering this bargain before she sighed “Okay.”

When they had finished eating Frank helped Fliss clear down the table. She told him to drop the dished into the sink whilst she placed the left over salad into tubs and back in the fridge.

“So School still a sore subject?” She queried.

“Oh fuck me…” Frank sighed “Sore?” he rubbed at his temple “Monday is gonna be a nightmare.”

“She’ll get used to it.” Fliss said “She’s bound to feel a little put out a first but she’ll settle.”

“I just hope I’m doing the right thing” Frank let out a deep breath.

“You can’t do anything but your best, Frank. That’s all any of us can do.”

“Yeah, suppose.” he shrugged. “Anyway, enough about that…been meaning to ask, how’s it been with shuffling all the lessons around?”

“We’ve managed.” Fliss shrugged, heading back outside “takings are down but…well, you always get peaks and troughs.”

“Tell me about it. Boat work slows up a lot November through January.” Frank shrugged.

“You should branch out into tractor fixing.��� Fliss said, settling onto the sofa next to Mary who was busy flicking through a book she had brought. Fliss glanced down and grinned “Moby Dick?”

“Yeah…” Mary looked at her “You read it?”

“A while back. I used to read a lot.”

“What’s your favourite book?” Mary asked.

“Honestly?” Fliss smiled “It’s Harry Potter and The Goblet of Fire.”

“Isn’t that for kids?”

“Mary…” Frank groaned “You are a kid.”

“Fliss isn’t” Mary shot back.

“No but I was when those books were released. The first one came out in 1997, I was only 13. I grew up reading them.”

Mary contemplated this. “And they’re good?”

“Yeah.” Fliss smiled “I love Harry Potter. That’s what this is…”

She pointed to the tattoo which circled her left ankle Frank glanced down at the writing, which curved around and then formed into the outline of a stag’s head on her Achilles tendon. It was quite a delicate design. Mary studied it carefully.

“Expecto Patronum…” she said, reading it out “What does that mean?”

“It’s a spell.” Fliss told her, “So in one of the books Harry has to cast it to protect himself from these creatures…and his Patonus, the thing the spell conjures, takes the form of a stag. The writing, see…” Fliss traced it with her finger “That’s the author, JK Rowling’s handwriting. I had it done a year ago, kind of a reminder to me that no matter how bad things get there’s always a way to make it better.”

Mary nodded thoughtfully. “Maybe I’ll read them then.”

“Do you want to borrow the first one?” Fliss asked “And then once you’ve done maybe one night we can watch the movie.”

“Please.” Mary nodded.

Fliss stood up and nodded for Mary to follow so she did. “be right back.”

Frank waved them away and Fliss led Mary upstairs into the spare room. It was still full of boxes, some which littered the bottom of the bunk beds. She dug into a box, found the book, and handed it to Mary. Mary took it gently and examined the cover.

“Thank you. I’ll take good care of it I promise.” Mary nodded “Can I see your bedroom?”

Fliss laughed and nodded “Sure.”  she led her across the hall into the larger bedroom and let Mary walk in and look round at the airy room, glancing at the bed which was made and adorned with a light blue and yellow bed spread and a few cushions.

“It’s tidier than Franks.” Mary mused and Fliss laughed.

“I’m a girl.” she shrugged. “We’re always tidier than men.”

“Is that you?” Mary asked, striding over to a photo that was on the bedside table.

Fliss nodded as Mary looked at the frame, which contained a shot of her and her parents with her brother.

“That’s my brother Steeb…I mean Steve.”

“Steeb?” Mary looked up.

“When I was a little girl I couldn’t pronounce his name properly.” Fliss explained “I called him Steeb, or Steeby…it just kinda stuck.”

Mary gave a snort of laughter as she placed the frame down and Fliss waited until she finished looking around before she headed for the door. They made their way back down the stairs and outside, where Frank was looking at something on his phone. He looked up at them as they walked back through the bi-folding doors.

“Did you say thanks?”

“She did.” Fliss nodded.

“Good.” Frank nodded. He took a sigh and looked at Fliss “I don’t wanna rush out but it is getting kinda late and someone will be a crank if they don’t get to bed soon.”

“Yeah he’s always grumpy if he doesn’t get enough sleep.” Mary quipped and Frank shook his head with a huff of laughter as Fliss giggled.

They all made their way inside and Fliss retrieved the wrapped up fish scraps for Fred which Frank took, his fingers gently brushing against hers which again sparked that damned fire in his belly. What the fuck was wrong with him?

Fliss merely smiled at the contact and turned to Mary “So remember, no being a pain in the bum about school or…”

“Yeah yeah I know…” she shrugged.

“Something tells me she isn’t gonna pay a blind bit of notice.” Fliss said, watching as she bounded to the truck.

“Nope.” Frank agreed, shaking his head. “Thanks for dinner Fliss, it was great.”

“Not a problem, if you’re happy to play hunter gatherer I’m always happy to cook.”

“I’ll hold you to that.” he smiled at her, and after a seconds hesitation he leaned down and pecked her on the cheek. “See you Saturday.”

She smiled and watched him head down to his truck where he paused and looked back at her, giving her another smile which spread across his handsome face and Fliss felt the butterflies in her stomach stirring in the way they always seemed to do whenever he looked at her. Tossing him a wave she watched them go before she shut the door and leaned against it, taking a deep breath.

“Stop chasing rainbows Lissy…” she muttered to herself, before she headed for a glass of wine and her latest book before retreating outside for the rest of her evening.

******

Surprisingly Mary kept most of her vitriol about going to school at bay, something Frank knew was down to the promise of visiting the yard. There was the odd grumble, which he shut down fairly easily. He had no illusions about the fact it would no doubt start in earnest on Sunday but for now he was simply happy to have a reprieve from the subject she had been complaining about for the past few weeks.

Seeing as she kept up her side of the bargain, he kept his. Fliss was more than happy to see them, and if he was completely honest, Frank was happy to see her as well. They talked to each other by text every single night now, it had just become a habit more than anything. And a habit he was happy to indulge.

They arrived at the yard a little after 5pm and Fliss was already on board a large, black horse with 4 white socks and a white blaze. She waved in acknowledgement but as they made their way to the paddock to watch, the horse gave a sudden sharp kick with its back left before stopping dead and launching its ass into the air. For a moment he thought Fliss was going to come unseated but she merely smirked and sat back, giving the horse a quick kick on. It moved a few steps and repeated the move.

"Give up you little shit..." he heard Fliss mumble and he bit back a snort as there was nothing little about the brute she was on.

She kicked again, but this time nothing, and the horse threw both its front legs up in a rear. Frank swallowed, as Fliss stood up in her stirrups throwing her reins forward before the animal landed down and she gave it a sharp tap with her stick. At that it moved forward a few steps and Fliss gently encouraged it to continue with a little squeeze of her legs.

"No worse than normal..." she said to Joanne who was grinning at the horse’s antics.

"He’s an ass..." Joanne laughed "you would think he'd learn he never gets away with it..."

"That's...that's normal?" Frank sputtered out and Fliss who had just struck the horse up into trot laughed.

"Yip" she called out, moving the horse on down the long side of the arena "He likes to fart about does Bronson"

Fliss warmed the horse in and then gestured to Mary to come into the paddock. She climbed the fence and sprinted over to where Joanne was.

“Ok so Joanne is now going to put out some poles…see.” Fliss looked down at her from her vantage point aboard the tall, black gelding. “The ones before and after the jump wings are take-off and landing poles. They are to help him and me figure out where he needs to be taking off and landing.”

Mary nodded eagerly

“Not all horses need them, but Bronson is still learning so it helps him to understand.”

Frank simply stood watching as Joanne directed Mary to help her set out the lightweight, brightly coloured pole before Joanne looked at Fliss and asked her something. Fliss nodded and Joanne set up a small cross-pole. Fliss circled the horse and sent it at the fence, Bronson hardly leaving the ground the fence was that low.

“Stick it up a foot!” Fliss called as she circled.

The fence was put up and Frank noticed Mary was watching every movement with utter rapt attention. She tugged on Joanne’s sleeve who turned to her and she pointed at the jump and Joanne nodded. Fliss sailed the horse over the next one and it was put up again.

This practice continued until one time the horse slammed on at the fence and skidded to a halt. Fliss fell onto the horse’s neck and Frank felt his heart stop but she didn’t fall. Instead she shuffled back onto the saddle, turned him and sent him straight back at the jump. This time he didn’t stop.

“So do you know what happened there?” he heard Fliss ask. Mary shook her head. “So his striding was off. He was trying to rush and I asked him to sit up and pay attention, because of that he got confused so he wasn’t right to take off when I needed him to. That’s why he stopped.” “So he wasn’t being naughty?” Mary asked.

“Nope.” Fliss shook her head. “Genuine mistake. See he’s only five so he’s a baby really, not like Cap who could jump a course with his eyes closed.”

“Cap?” Frank looked at her, and she turned to him. “Seriously, you have a dog called Thor and a horse called Cap?”

Fliss grinned “His full name is Captain Chaos…he was already named that when I got him but it fits my Marvel obsession perfectly.”

He shook his head with a smile and watched as this time the jump was higher again. Joanne moved Mary to stand under it, to show her how high it was and Mary’s eyes grew wide and she looked at Frank. He gave her a thumbs up and she moved out of the way as Fliss brought Bronson down again. The horse took off but clipped the pole with his front legs, knocking it down.

“That was because he didn’t pick his feet up enough…” Fliss called as she circled back round, coming again. “He’ll do it this time, watch…”

And he did. Fliss repeated the jump 3 times and Frank couldn’t help but marvel at how in tune with the animal she was. It was like they were working as a unit, she made it look effortlessly graceful, her hands and legs moving in coordination as she folded with the horse, as if jumping over a meter off the floor on the back of a half-tonne animal was the most natural thing in the world to do. The mere thought of it scared the crap out of Frank.

After the third clear jump, Fliss nodded to Joanne and slowed the horse down, letting him stretch.

“Always end on a good note” she grinned at Mary as she patted the horse. Frank could see Mary was thinking something and with that she nodded to Mary and rode the horse over to Frank.

“She wants to sit on him…” She looked at Frank “Is that ok?”

Frank swallowed “Isn’t he a bit…big?” he asked.

“Yeah but he’ll behave now…he’s knackered…tired…” she corrected her English slang. “She can sit up here with me if you’re comfortable with it?”

Frank bit his lip. “Are you sure he will be ok?”

“Trust me Sailor, I wouldn’t let her up here if I wasn’t convinced I could keep her safe…” Fliss said, removing her hat. She passed it down to Mary “Put that on and I don’t EVER want to see you on a horse without one, ok…do as I say not as I do.”

“Frank says that to me all the time…” Mary took Fliss hat and clipped it on. It was a little big but would do the trick.

“Sound advice…” Fliss grinned. “You wanna lift her up?”

Frank nodded and scaled over the fence, lifting Mary easily by the waist. He passed her up and she swung one leg either side of the saddle and gave a gasp.

“I’m so high!”

“Yup!” Fliss grinned, shifting back so Mary could settle in front of her  “Ok, hands on this strap…” she indicate to the leather line around the horses neck “I call this my Oh sh-I mean, Oh No Strap…” she said “If anything goes wrong I can grab it and hold on.”

“You can say the word…” Mary looked up at her “Frank does.”

“Stop tattle telling.” Frank sighed.

Fliss laughed and gently nudged the horse on and walked it around a few laps before changing direction and repeating. Frank spotted Joanne was putting the jump wings away so he went to help and the girl beamed at him as she directed him to where they were stored by the hay barn. By the time they had finished Fliss and Mary were stood by the gate.

“You ready to get down?” Frank asked. Mary nodded so he reached up and gently aided her off the horse before Fliss dismounted.

“Wanna lead him in?” she looked at Mary, taking the horse’s reins and moving them over his head. Mary nodded and Fliss let her lead, all the time remaining nearby. This time they didn’t head into the main barn they walked further round to a smaller private block of 4 stables.

“So these are mine.” Fliss said. “That’s Cap…” she pointed to a large black and white horse, “And this is Heidi…”

Frank stopped in front of the large chestnut mare who looked at him before snorting. He jumped back and Mary laughed as Joanne took Bronson off Mary and led him into one of the stables.

“Yeah she’s a bit particular…” Fliss teased “But she’s my pride and joy. Had her since I was 16.”

“Is she the one you did the Olympics on?”

“No.” Fliss said, “That wasn’t my horse. It was a sponsor’s. Heidi was my competition horse before I started training for the Olympics but I couldn’t part with her. I’ve had her since she was 4 and she’ll be 21 this year.”

“Do you still ride her?” Mary asked, reaching up to stroke the mare’s head.

“Yeah.” Fliss said “She can still jump and work…not as hard but it’s important to keep them going. She’s my baby…”

The mare leaned over to nuzzle at Fliss and almost as if he could sense it, Thor appeared and walked into the middle of them, sitting down, nudging Fliss with his nose.

“And you of course…” Fliss grinned, patting the dog.

They headed back out into the yard and Joanne took Mary to the feed room so she could help whilst Fliss carried the tack back to the room.

“Here…” Frank offered as she was juggling the saddle around so she could tap in the code. She handed it over with a smile before opening the door and directing him to the racks. “Thanks.”

“Least I can do.” Frank smiled, dusting his hands down on his jeans “Thanks for this.”

“For what?”

“Letting Mary come tonight.”

“It’s no problem, she’s never any trouble.”

“No, she just asks a lot of questions…” Frank snorted as they walked out to see Mary was now carrying buckets to the horses to feed them.

“I don’t mind. Questions are great, shows they care and want to learn…” Fliss spoke over her shoulder as she moved to take 3 buckets into the barn for her own horses.

“Still it takes a lot of patience.” Frank smiled.

Fliss scoffed “Mary is nothing, you ain’t met my brother’s kids.”

“I’d like to meet them.” Mary chipped up and Frank looked at her, holding his hands out in a ‘what?’ gesture.

“You want to meet other kids?” he looked at her “You spent half the last fortnight ranting about not wanting to go to school!”

Mary scowled in response, giving him a filthy look.

“You two really need to work on your communication.” Fliss looked between the pair of them as they stood facing off in the yard.

“We do communicate.” Mary shot back, and Fliss gave a hmmm as the girl continued “He just doesn’t listen.”

“Well I’ve decided to ignore dumb remarks.” Frank shot back, adjusting his shades

“Passive aggression is just childish, Frank.” Mary shrugged and he shook his head, looking at Fliss.

“I literally…” he trailed off with a sigh “See what I mean?”

Fliss chuckled as she watched Mary moving over to speak to Joanne about something. “She makes me laugh.”

“Glad she amuses you.” Frank arched an eyebrow.

“Well it’s funny watching you get out smarted by a 7 year old, what can I say?” Fliss smirked.

“You know I really wish I could deny that, but…” Frank sighed as he walked towards Mary, dropping a hand on her shoulder “Right, time to go short stack…”

“Oh, oh one more question?” Mary looked up at Fliss.

“Ask and walk…” Frank instructed her, giving her a gentle push “What do you say to Joanne?”

“Thank you!” Mary looked at her.

“Any time kid!” Joanne said as the 3 of them made their way to the parking lot.

“So what was the question?” Fliss said as they walked.

“Oh, right so I was watching a video…and they were doing side saddle…have you ever done that?”

“Yeah.” Fliss nodded, stopping by Frank’s truck “I did it on Heidi when I was a lot younger. Didn’t like it though. I prefer a leg on each side…”

There was a pause as she realised what she had said and flashed bright red as Frank let out a huge bellow of a laugh, as she gave an adorably embarrassed groan and hid her face in her hands.

“Oh god…” she groaned out “That…I didn’t mean…”

“Course you didn’t” Frank teased between his laughs and she punched him lightly on the arm.

“I don’t…I don’t get it?” Mary asked, looking up.

“Tell you when you’re older.” Frank said, “In…” he pointed to the truck.

Mary gave an exasperated groan “You always say that. You know I AM Seven!”

“Going on seventy…” Frank grumbled as she opened the door to the truck. He looked at Fliss and pushed his glasses up on top of his head so could see her properly. “Thank you, again.”

“Like I said, any time…” Fliss nodded, before a wicked smirk crossed her face “Next time she can sit on and jump with me.”

“Over my dead body.” Frank levelled her with a look, making her grin even more.

“Not even a little one?”

Frank rolled his eyes “Now I know why you two get on so well. Both a pain in my ass.”

“Don’t pretend you don’t love it Sailor!” She teased and he grinned.

“Well it kinda lightens up my day a little so…”

He trailed off and looked at her, and she blushed a little, tucking a stray strand of her auburn hair behind her ear. He couldn’t help but feel a little pleased at her bashful reaction. “Anyway I better…”

“Yeah, sure…” she nodded, “I’ll catch you later.”

“Yeah, you will.” he said “I’ll probably fire out an SOS tomorrow night when she’s kicking off about school.”

“Well you know where I am.” Fliss said, genuinely “And I mean that. If you wanna talk or anything just…”

“I will, thanks Lissy.”

There was a moment’s pause and Fliss could tell Frank was inwardly cursing himself for the slip of his tongue, using the nickname her dad had for her. But instead of correcting him she simply smiled, because, if she was honest, she kinda liked hearing it from him.

“Anytime, have a good evening.”

“You too.”

He climbed into his truck and watched as she headed back to the yard, looking back once with a smile.

“Roberta says you and Fliss would make great babies.” Mary said and Frank jolted slightly and looked at her.

“What?” he spluttered “Why would…”

“Good genes she says.” Mary shrugged and sat back in the seat.

“Roberta needs to shut up.” Frank shook his head as he put the truck into gear “Jesus Christ.”

**** Chapter 5

[btsqualityy]

Set It Off / Part Three

Jimin x Reader

Genre: Angst, mafia!AU 

Warnings: guns, robbing, murder, a minor character (i.e: a member) does pass away in this part so pleaseeeeee, if that makes you uncomfortable, DO NOT read this part! 

“Here, take your headsets,” Namjoon instructed as he handed a set to you and Jimin. Today was the morning of the heists, and all of you were at the organization’s headquarters getting ready.

“Hobi and I will be in constant contact with the four of you, giving you updates on the status of security and any police presence,” Yoongi told you and you nodded your head.

“How long do you think you’ll be able to get us inside?” You asked. 

“A minute and a half,” Hobi sighed. “Two if we get lucky.”

“Don’t worry hyung, that’ll be more than enough time,” Jungkook smirked as he finished loading one of his guns and cocked it.

“Jungkook, no happy trigger finger,” Namjoon said firmly. “Just get in, get the money and gold bars, and get out.”

“Alright, alright, I hear you,” Jungkook grumbled, and you couldn’t help but to smile at how genuinely disappointed he seemed. 

“Jimin, you prepared to help them out in case shit goes left?” Namjoon checked and Jimin nodded, reaching down and lifting up the hem of his shirt to show the two pistols that he had tucked into the waist of his pants. 

“Ok. Now, remember Taehyung,” Namjoon said as he turned to him. “You’re going to go in, flirt with the bank teller and get her good and distracted before giving Y/N-ah and Jungkook the go-ahead.”

“I got this hyung,” Taehyung smiled, taking his knife and sliding it into his sheath that was tied to his leg before pulling his pants leg back down. 

“Well, I guess there’s nothing else I can tell you guys,” Namjoon sighed heavily and you smiled knowingly at him. 

“Don’t worry Joon, we’ll be fine,” you assured him as you finished loading your gun. “In and out.”

“I know,” he smiled back. 

“Hey guys, I put a small emergency kit in the car that you’re gonna be using,” Jin announced as he strolled into the room. “So that if something does happen, you’ll be fine until you make it back here to me.”

“Thanks hyung,” Jimin nodded. “Alright guys, let’s load ‘em up!” After saying bye to the guys who would be staying back at headquarters, the four of you went out to the large garage, immediately going towards the Dodge Charger and getting inside.  

“Tae, try not to flirt so long this time,” you instructed him as you glanced over your shoulder from your spot in the front seat. “You flirted too long last time.”

“Well, excuse me for being caught off guard at the fact that that security guard was actually cute,” Taehyung pouted. “Too bad Jungkookie here killed her.”

“She was gonna call for back-up, the fuck else was I supposed to do?” Jungkook shot back.

“Enough, you two,” you chuckled. “Focus.” The rest of the ride passed in comfortable silence, the 10 minute drive to the KB Financial Group building passing all too fast, yet all too slow at the same time. 

Jimin pulled up to the front of the building, parking in a spot and unlocking the doors. 

“Don’t forget the code phrase,” you reminded Taehyung and he just nodded.

“I got it,” he murmured, reaching over and opening his door before getting out and shutting it behind him. You waited with bated breath as he opened up the front door to the building and walked inside. 

“He’s in,” you spoke into your earpiece.

“Great,” Yoongi answered, and you could hear the faint rapid tapping of a keyboard happening on his end. “Me and Hobi are getting the security system down now.”

“Hello,” you could hear Taehyung say through his earpiece. “I’m new in town and I was wondering if you could maybe help me...set up a new account.”

“O-oh,” you heard the bank teller stammer. “Of course Sir.”

“She’s so whipped for him already,” Jungkook snickered.

“It’s Taehyung, would you not be if you were female?” Jimin questioned.

“I am and I’m male,” Hobi laughed, making you smile at his words. A small conversation continued between Taehyung and the bank teller as she detailed all of the ways to open up a new account to him. 

“The hell is taking so long Yoongi?” You demanded to know, since it had been well over five minutes since Taehyung had walked into the bank. 

“Give me a fucking minute,” he growled back, followed by more rapid typing. “Got it! We’re in!”

“Tae, we’re good on our end,” you muttered into your earpiece. 

“You know, you are absolutely gorgeous. Would you like to go out with me sometime?” Taehyung cooed and you knew that he had heard you since he said the code phrase. You and Jungkook quickly gathered your guns, opening your doors before stepping out.

“Be safe baby,” Jimin called behind you, and you turned around to give him a small smile. Jungkook opened the door to the building for you and you walked inside, immediately sneaking up behind the security guard and butting him in the back of the head with your gun, effectively knocking him out. 

“Everyone, get on the ground! Now!” Jungkook bellowed and all of the customers slowly lowered themselves onto the ground. 

“We don’t want to hurt anyone, so just stay down!” You instructed, slowly moving through the crowd over to the counter, where the safes sat behind it.

“Go ahead,” Taehyung told you, climbing up onto the counter and holding all of the tellers at gun point. “Get the money.”

“Ok,” you nodded, lifting yourself up and hopping over the counter before instantly going over to the safes, which were already open. Pulling out a portable duffel bag, you set your gun on top of the safe and began to pack it with as many stacks of money and as many gold bars as you could. Once that bag was full, you threw it onto the counter next to Taehyung’s feet before proceeding to do the same thing with two more duffel bags. 

“Hey, we can only keep the wall down for about 45 more seconds,” Hobi warned the three of you. 

“Don’t worry, we’re good,” you assured them, zipping the third duffel bag shut and grabbing your gun before hopping up onto the counter again. “Grab a bag,” you told Taehyung, who nodded and did so, slinging the strap over his body.

“We all good?” Jungkook asked and you nodded, handing him the second bag and watching as he slung it over his body as well. 

“We’re moving towards the door, 10 seconds,” you said. 

“Doors are open, car’s running,” Jimin replied and you nodded slightly. You couldn’t believe that everything was going off without a hitch, and you started to almost feel foolish for doubting the job so much in the first place.

However, that feeling didn’t last for long.

“Holy shit,” you heard Hobi gasp. “Guys, watch your sides! There’s a security guard there!” 

Just as you moved to turn to the side, you saw the exact moment when the bullet hit Taehyung in the chest. 

You watched in horror as he immediately fell down to the ground, loud wails of pain coming from his mouth. 

“Tae!” You screamed, going over to him and covering his body with yours. “Jk, cover us!” 

“Already on it!” He grunted, standing in front of the both of you and shooting towards the security guard’s direction, managing to get a head shot which made the security guard fall over the railing of the upper floor and crash onto the ground of the first floor. However, more guards appeared, returning Jungkook’s fire. 

“Jimin, you’re gonna have to come in!” You shouted into the mouth piece. “Tae got hit and Jk’s covering us but I can’t pull him out by myself!”

“Here I come,” Jimin replied instantly and within seconds, he had busted through the doors of the bank, helping Jungkook by taking out a few security guards before he leaned down and picked Taehyung up bridal style. You reached down and grabbed the duffel bag that Taehyung had dropped as well as his gun, before running over and grabbing Jungkook by the back of the shirt.

“Let’s fucking go!” You hollered, making Jungkook follow behind you as the two of you run outside. Jimin had managed to put Taehyung in the backseat so you slid inside with him as Jungkook got into the front passenger seat. As soon as the doors shut, Jimin pulled off, immediately making a u-turn in the middle of the street before heading back towards the organization’s headquarters. 

“Hey, you still with me?” You asked Taehyung and he nodded his head slowly. Seeing that he was ok for the moment, you reached down and tore his t-shirt open, a large gasp escaping you involuntarily when you saw how large the gunshot wound was. 

“That doesn’t sound good,” Taehyung joked quietly and you couldn’t help but to laugh as tears formed in your eyes.

“No, no, you’re gonna be alright,” you assured him, reaching down and grabbing the small first-aid kit that Jin had packed in the car, pulling out a large amount of gauze and immediately pressing it to Taehyung’s chest. 

“Hey, shit went bad,” you could hear Jungkook speak into his earpiece. “Taehyungie hyung got hit, tell Jin hyung to be ready because we’re two minutes out.”

“How bad is it?” Namjoon asked and you could hear Jungkook’s sharp inhale of breath. 

“Bad,” he finally answered and you saw Taehyung exhale roughly.

“Hey, hey, let’s take this off,” you whispered, reaching up and taking off the earpiece that he had been wearing. “You’re gonna be fine.”

“You’re a bad liar, you know that Y/N-ah?” Taehyung whispered and you just sighed, more tears streaming down your face. 

“I know,” you admitted gently, reaching down and holding Taehyung’s hand tight in yours. Soon enough, Jimin pulled up to the front of headquarters, immediately getting out and opening the backseat door. You gently lifted Taehyung’s head out of your lap and moved out of the way, letting Jungkook and Jimin carry him inside. You managed to grab the three duffel bags and carry them inside as well, shutting the door behind you to see Jimin and Jungkook laying Taehyung onto a gurney that was set up near the front door, Jin already there with his medical supplies to take care of him. 

“What the hell?” Jin whispered as he worked on Taehyung. “What kind of gun did that security guard have?”

“A fucking AR-15,” Jungkook spat. “Since when are security guards packing like that?”

“I guess they are at the largest bank in the country,” Jin muttered. Just then, Namjoon, Yoongi, and Hobi came into the room. 

“How is he?” Namjoon questioned and Jin sighed. 

“Honestly, not good,” he admitted. “He’s lost a lot of blood and I can’t get the bleeding to stop.”

“Well, try harder Jin hyung,” Jimin insisted. “We can’t let him die!”

“Don’t you think I’m doing that?!” Jin shot back. “I don’t want to see him die anymore than you do Jimin, but it was a fucking AR-15! I’m not a god damned miracle worker!”

“Stop,” Taehyung’s now raspy voice spoke up. “It’s ok.”

“No the fuck it’s not,” Jimin said but Taehyung shook his head lightly.

“I knew the risks, and I’m ok with this outcome,” Taehyung murmured and you couldn’t help the sob that wretched itself from your throat. 

“Taehyungie hyung, we can’t let you go,” Jungkook whimpered. 

“You have to, or else you all are gonna go down with me,” Taehyung sighed. “Just in a different way.”

“Tae, are you sure?” Namjoon checked and before he could answer, you could hear the faint sound of police sirens. 

“I’m sure,” he stated firmly. Everyone moved over to the gurney then, whispering their final goodbyes before jumping into action. After Jungkook said goodbye, you walked over to the gurney and moved Taehyung’s fringe out of his eyes. 

“You’ll be...a good....mom, Y/N-ah,” he whispered and your heart broke at his words. 

“I’ll miss you, and I’ll always be sorry,” you cried softly.

“Don’t....be, because I....love you,...and... Jiminie,.... and the rest... of.. the... guys,” he hummed before letting his eyes shut for the final time. 

“I love you too,” you sobbed, leaning over and kissing his forehead firmly. 

“Guys, police are five minutes away,” Namjoon announced and that made you look up at him. “We gotta go.”

“Baby, come on,” Jimin said, gently grabbing your hand and pulling you away from the gurney. As he did so though, he stopped and stared at Taehyung’s body, and you saw silent tears streaming down his cheeks. 

“We’re gonna split up into three cars, each car takes a duffel bag,” Namjoon instructed. “Hobi, Jin, you two are with me. Yoongi and Jungkook, you guys in the second car. Y/N and Jimin, in the third car. Let’s go people!”

“Jimin?” You called out to him and the sound of your voice seemed to shake him out of his thoughts because he grabbed the duffel bag that had been sitting at your feet with one hand, grabbed one of your hands in his other, and the two of you ran out of the building. Getting into a new BMW, you threw the duffel bag into the backseat while Jimin started up the car and immediately pulled away from the building. 

Turning to look out of the window, you saw both of the cars that the others were in take two different directions from yours and you found yourself hoping that you’d be able to see them all again.

[deniigi]

MORE POLYCULE SHIT

here this is mostly Sam/Ned from Matt’s POV. (this piece assumes Matt didn’t know about the negotiations until later)

Title: soda bottles

Summary: Matt finds out about Sam’s involvement with Ned and then with Peter’s polycule. He tries to talk to Sam about it, but fails. On like, every front.

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The apprentice told him to stay out of his room and his life and his business and he should have known better by now, truly.

Matt knew that voice. And he also knew that what Sam, Samuel, Sammy-my-darling was doing right now at this present moment was giggling.

Unacceptable. There would be no joy in this house.

Matt removed himself from the door and declared war in silence.

 ---

 The dogs were instrumental in luring Samuel out to open space. And by luring, Matt meant knocking on his bedroom door with leashes in hand and asking Sam if he wanted a walk.

In no time Matt had zero leashes and zero dogs and, while he was at it, zero apprentices.

In fact, he had been abandoned.

In his own house.

Again.

How did this keep happening?

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 Foggy told Matt to let Sam have his little crush on Ned. Ned was a good boy. Foggy had maintained this for years. He skirted around the fact that he’d grabbed Ned’s shoulders when he was 17 and had told him to stare him in the eyes and to never fall in love with his best friend.

Matt pointed this out to him and got a pillow to the face, then a huff and an uncalled-for reminder that he was a fucking idiot and no one loved him.

This was Foggy’s love language though, so Matt didn’t take it to heart. Instead, he abandoned him for the only person in the world who truly understood him.

Jenn.

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  Jenn had to spend fifteen minutes cooing over the fact that Matt had acquired an apprentice and then she had to spend another ten being an asshole about it and then she spent a solid 5 making dad jokes at him when he tried to talk and so he waited until she was done with her cackling and personal jabs.

She told him that it was cute that Peter’s bestie was gushing over Matt’s apprentice.

She told him that he should be happy for them.

And Matt was. Happy for them, that is.

He was thrilled.

Sam’s track record with long-term partners, as far as Matt could tell, was a solid nil for nil. The boy refused to be attached to anyone, which Matt totally got.

But it was like standing by, watching your own young moronic self making a series of unfortunate decisions that were not only whole unnecessary, but also had solutions within easy reach, like headstones in a damn cemetery.

Sam had a string of guys and girls that he’d picked up at clubs and bars and fuckin’ hipster literature readings downtown who were literally, actually falling over themselves to be with him. And he texted them and laughed about them and joked with Leilani and Achara about them, and then never spoke of them ever again.

Matt got it, okay?

He’d been that guy.

Maybe a little more on the jock side of things and maybe a little less, say, refined than Sammy—but he still got it. A slightly longer relationship was good for Sam. And Ned was a good egg—no, a great egg.

But he just couldn’t shake this feeling, Jenn.

He didn’t even know what it was, but it made him paranoid and want Sam to go back to the self-destructive nonsense, because at least Matt knew what that felt like. He could push back against that after dumping the kid out of the ring in training.

“Matty,” Jenn said affectionately, “You’re trying to protect Sam, Ned, and Peter. But you don’t have to do that. They’re all grown. Let them make their decisions.”

Ooooohohoho

How dare she.

Matt knew they were grown. Sam was nearly 25. Peter was almost 27—oh god, Peter was almost 27. FUCK. Jesus. Lord. Someone—Christ.

Sammy was a baby.

He couldn’t be playing with these big kids, he’d have his heart broken.

What if Ned got bored of him, Jenn??

Matt couldn’t beat the shit out of Ned. Ned was a good boy. And Peter would lose his damn gourd and that was how Matt would end up under two tons of concrete and rebar with an angry spider perched on top, stomping and spitting.

“Matt,” Jenn said soothingly. “Peter learned how to be polyamorous from you, dear heart.”

Oh shit.

Oh right.

Oh no.

“I’ve gotta go,” Matt said. “Lovely talking to you, next time you’re in town, come around for a foursome or a twosome or a three if Kirsten’s down—okay BYE.”

Jenn laughed at him when he hung up.

Matt clutched at his chest.

 ---

 He’d inadvertently taught Peter what polyamory looked like by flinging himself down on many disgusting surfaces and moaning and writhing in agony and despair about Foggy being monogamous and everyone in the world being unspeakably brilliant and strong and no-doubt gorgeous.

Fuckin’ Kirsten.

Fuckin’ Wade.

Fuckin’ Karen.

And Heather and Marci and ONE TIME ONLY Frank.

UGH.

Disgusting. Matt needed Lysol to scrub that moment of weakness from his brain.

The point was that he’d been a chump, and baby Peter had observed these various moaning sessions and had apparently, at some point, started taking notes.

Gah.

Peter. Why?

Stop loving your friends. Stop copying me. Get your own breakdown material.

Uuuuuuugh.

Okay, okay. Rally, Murdock. It’s fine.

This is simply a conversation to have with Sammy about how to negotiate such--hng. Actually maybe this was a Kirsten conversation.

 ---

 He went to visit Kirsten.

He got a little distracted because Kirsten was Kirsten and she required thorough smelling and like, minimum two kisses and she deserved to have at his bare chest if she wanted it—who was he to deny her—THE POINT.

The point. Was.

That he told Kirsten about things and she told him not to talk about work when she was taking her shirt off, and he told her to leave it on for just like, five minutes longer and that came out wrong and she was insulted and Matt had to backtrack for half an hour.

But he got there in the end, alright?

Kirsten said she didn’t know that Sam was polyamorous.

Matt said that he didn’t know if he was, but he sure as shit was flirting with Ned like, constantly.

Kirsten said that that explained why Sam kept telling her that he couldn’t come to dinner with them because he already had a date. Kirsten then went rigid and said, “Wait, you mean Ned-Ned?”

Yes.

Yes, Matt did.

“Oh.”

Correct reaction.

“Is that—do you think that’s –hm.”

Correct reaction maintained and appreciated. Matt no longer felt like a monumental ass.

“That might be a little, uh, cuttin’ it close there,” Kirsten said. “Does Peter know?”

Presumably. Ned couldn’t lie for shit.

“Maybe we should ask Peter what the negotiations there are. He’s pretty on top of that stuff.”

Shockingly, that was true.

Good plan.

“If Sammy’s gonna get involved with them, then he should at least know what he’s getting into,” Kirsten said.

Yes, but also—why is this feeling happening, Kirsten, beloved life partner number 2?

“Oh, that? That’s called ‘you’re a territorial dick,’” Kirsten said. “Get over yourself.”

“But he’s 24,” Matt said. “A child.”

“He’ll be twenty-five in a few months, Matthew,” Kirsten said. “That’s bad-decision-making prime-time. This is inevitable. My concern is that he’s not going into a relationship with Ned, thinking that he’s the primary partner there.”

Okay, fair.

“Are we done with this conversation now?”

Yes.

“Thank god. I hate your dad impulses. Cleanse yourself of them and get on the bed.”

Would do.

 ---

 Kirsten made Matt call Peter and be awkward for the both of them which, Matt would like it stated for the record, was extremely unfair and manipulative of her.

Peter told him that Sam was fine.

Peter told him that he and Sam had maybe fooled around a little bit without Matt and Foggy and Kirsten’s knowledge which was. Hm.

Troublemakers. Stop laughing, Franklin. This is nothing like the time we inducted Kirsten into our life and lied about it to everyone we knew for 3 years.

Nothing.

Peter thought not. Peter thought that Sam had told Matt about this whole thing. He then got a little huffy and said that Ned was the one who had swept Sam off his feet while Peter had been standing right there, man. As Spiderman. Primed for feet-sweeping.

That was satisfying.

Peter took the next ten minutes to complain about how Sam didn’t want to talk to him as much as he wanted to talk to Ned and how Ned was always begging off dinners with Peter and MJ to go have dinner with Sam and how Peter and MJ had to make do with Johnny in his absence.

Matt would never understand why Peter pretended that he and Johnny Storm were nothing more than fuck buddies, but okay, sure. If that’s what helps you sleep at night, little lion man.

Peter went on to say that the worst part of Sam and Ned’s mutual obsession was how fucking cute it was.

Disgusting, Peter maintained.

There were matching bracelets and drawn out decisions about matching sneakers. And there was nattering on until past midnight about Transformers lore and there was non-stop texting and complaints about various tools and coding languages and all this shit that Peter’s own flavor of nerd had diverged from about six years ago.

Kirsten made a little squeak that told Matt that she was highly entertained by Peter’s ‘complaints.’

It sounded more to Matt like Peter and MJ were hunkered down behind the couch, narrating all Ned’s behavior to Johnny (the totally uninvolved fuckbuddy) in whispers.  

Foggy curled up on the edge of their own couch to muffle his wheezy giggles.

Exhausting.

The youth were exhausting. How had no one just shot Matt straight through the heart at 27?

“I will speak to Sam about emotional repression,” he promised Peter only to receive a “NO WAIT” from both him and, from the sound of it, MJ and (only fuckbuddy) Johnny a little ways away.

Peter hurriedly explained that Sammy was really shy and skittish about being around their polycule and had just connected with Ned as the least threatening member and it had taken ages, so please don’t say anything and destroy all of the rest of their hard work.

This hit a strange note.

Foggy and Kirsten weren’t snickering anymore either.

Sam?

Wasn’t?

Shy?

Like, if anything, Sammy was shameless. Always lying in people’s laps and snatching their open hands to swing back and forth.

Sure, he was teasing. But shy? Shy?

Sam was sick.

“No,” Peter said. “Double D, he’s not sick.”

Very sick. Terminally ill.

“DD. He’s not sick.”

Bullshit. Matt was taking him to the doctor. Too bad, Sam. You couldn’t avoid it forever.

“Matt. He’s just. Emotionally. Repressed. You should recognize it because its your whole way of being.”

Wow, hadn’t this conversation been going on for a while now? Time to go.

“MATT. Leave him alone,” Peter said. “I’m looking after him, okay? Chill.”

Chill. Yes. Okay, fine. Matt would chill.

For now. Goodbye, Peter.

 ---

 Matt hadn’t chilled about anything in his life and he didn’t intend to start now. So instead he confronted the apprentice.

The apprentice leaned very hard against his door and told Matt that he would rather die than speak of such things, so Matt told him to bare his neck.

Sammy was convinced. But only just.

He made himself frighteningly small and grumpy on his bed and allowed Matt to sit only on the last four inches of it. Matt kind of wanted to take the opportunity to teach him how to hiss.

But alas. That was a skill for another time.

“I talked to Peter,” he said.

Sam mumbled.

“He says you’re shy. Are you feeling okay?”

Sam mumbled in a more prolonged, growly kind of way. He was muffled by something. Probably jeans. Or sweats. Hard to tell.

“Why are you being shy? We both know you’re not shy. Ned’s a nice boy,” Matt told him. “You can trust him.”

Sam jerked his body in some way strongly enough to make the bed shake.

Matt sighed.

“Sam,” he said.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Sam said.

“Listen, kid,” Matt said. “You’re gonna do what you want. You’re grown, those are your decisions to make. But if you’re ever uncomfortable or you want to spend time with one person in particular, you’ve gotta communicate that to the others. I know that’s not like, smoothly done or whatever. But it’s what you’ve gotta do in these kinds of relationships.”

Sam made an unhappy sound.

“I don’t want a relationship,” he said quietly.

Ehn.

Same, pal.

They’re a lot of work.

“They’re worth it,” Matt promised him. “And it’s okay to be a little in love, you know. I’m in love every day. It’s not shameful. You don’t have to hide it.”

Sam huffed.

“People’ll stare,” he finally said. “If we ever went out. People would stare.”

Ahhh.

“That’s what you think,” Matt said. “But then you go and do it and it turns out that no one actually cares. People are very self-centered, Sam. You spend all this time worrying about how others perceive you and, at the end of the day, 90% of people literally don’t care. You don’t have to talk to Ned in your room all the time.”

Sam did something with his body that concentrated it even further into a dense mass.

“I like him,” he admitted. “He’s nice.”

Matt hummed.

“He’s a peaceful person,” he said.

“He talks so I don’t have to,” Sam said.

Aw.

Matt felt across the bed and eventually found Sam’s cheek to pinch.

“So shy for such a loudmouth,” he teased.

Sam bit his hand. Matt snickered.

“It’s okay, when I met Fogs I was shy, too,” he said.

Sam grumbled.

“It’s true,” Matt said. “Could not fathom having another human around who I didn’t have to put on an act for.”

He waited.

Sam didn’t even seem to realize that his heart was slowing down.

“I don’t like talking all the time,” he said after a long few beats.

Matt ruffled his hair.

“Ned knows a lot about Star Wars,” he said.

“And computers,” Sam added.

“And code,” Matt said.

Sam’s foot shook a little. Matt schooled his face. Sam crunched into a tighter ball.

Adorable.

Matt got up.

“Long distance is rough,” he said. “Maybe you guys can watch a movie together.”

Sam made a disgruntled sound. Matt left him to be miserable.

 ---

 “You’ve sure turned your opinion around.”

Yes, Husband. Matt had indeed. But that was because Sam was clearly and obviously suffering as a result of this crush, which was precisely where Matt needed him to be.

Misery was familiar. Resentment was nearly as good as spite in terms of skill development.

Dopey-ness was asking for trouble.

“Matt, you cannot be serious.”

Oh, but he could.

“Matthew, what did you tell that boy?”

Nothing he didn’t need to know.

Foggy abandoned him at the table. Matt sipped his coffee. It tasted oh-so-sweet.

 ---

 Things did not change until Matt got a text from Peter that said simply ‘when the fuck is Sam’s birthday?’

In February. Why was he asking?

Peter said ‘damn. Okay, thanks.’

Peter then said that he’d seemed a little sad lately and Ned was freaking out about it and fixating, so they were collectively looking for an excuse to cheer Sam up a little.

Oh, Matt realized. No, that wasn’t sad.

The night nurse had given Sammy the good drugs after last week. He was high as a kite, bless him. Kept running into walls and shit. Matt had dragged him up out of the dog beds twice now.

He informed Peter of the damaged elbow and got nothing but keyboard smashes in return.

This was followed by Sam stumbling out of his room and half up the stairs to make pitiful sounds when he couldn’t make them stay still long enough to climb the rest of them. Foggy shook his head and told Matt to go “strap that kid to the bed, for god’s sake. He’s gonna tear more stitches. And go text for him before he drops his phone again.”

Sammy was coming along great.

He held his phone out to Matt when Matt came down to stand over him on the stairs.

“They’re yellin’,” he slurred.

Yeah, Matt figured.

“Bed,” he said.

“It’s too hot,” Sam said.

No, pathetic ball of humanity. That was the fever, bud.

“Open the window,” Matt said.

“I have a window?”

Bless.

“Up you go,” Matt said.

“DON’T TOUCH ME. Nooooo. Teach, noooooo.”

 ---

 MM: Peter stop texting him. he can’t read his texts rn. Zero tolerance for opioids.

PP: for WHAT

MM: he’s fine. lightly stabbed. Fractured elbow.

MJ: MATT

MM: yes?

MJ: tell him to get better for us

NL: ;__; please?

MM: he will be fine. He’s supposed to be sleeping this off.  

MJ: can you keep us updated?

MM: why

PP: he’s our partner?

MM: ?

MM: I thought he was Ned’s main

NL: AJDF:AKSDFJASDFa

NL: DOES HE TALK ABOUT ME??

MJ: dude

NL: my b my b sry sry

NL: does he talk about me DD?

MM: no

NL: cool cool cool that’s fine

PP: ned

NL: it’s casual that’s cool

MJ: oh my god

NL: it doesn’t mean anything. That makes sense.

MM: peter what is happening?

PP: ned has decided that no texting means that sam hates him and no longer wants to be part of our relationship

NL: TELL HIM IM SORRY

PP: remember how you told me I have rejection issues?

MM: Ned he’s fine. He’s not mad. He’s high.

NL: [pikawat.png]

MJ: *coughs*

NL: oh shit my bad. I mean.

NL: what do you mean?

MM: I mean he likes you. He just hates talking about weaknesses. Ergo he hates talking about you.

MJ: ah, yes. I see now. The superhero logic. The forest has reappeared before me.

NL: OWO

MM: what does this mean?

PP: it’s a face. Like a super interested cat

NL: shut up

NL: so he likes me back?

MJ: no

PP: no

MM: I presume so? I don’t know kid. I just said he doesn’t talk about it.

NL: DD I will pay you in computer repairs to find out for me

MM: to find out if Sam likes you??

NL: yes

MM: what part of his obsession is confusing you

MJ: ASHDAF:SDF

PP: harsh

NL: all of it.

NL: okay so here’s the thing. We got like, matchy matchy stuff, right? Cause that’s what couples do. But he never wears his?? And like, we’ve been playing these games online, like, trying to beat each other, but he just stops playing halfway through? And if we’re watching a movie, it’s fine for the first half, but then he gets quiet and I just end up nattering away about nothing for like an hour and I can’t read the silence DD. I can’t read it. And Peter’s a liar

PP: okay no it is WELL established that I can’t lie what are you even talking about

NL: and he keeps going on about how sam’s shy, but he’s NOT shy. And we were fine until this week, but like, obviously, he’s high and not reading his messages and stuff, but idk am I making this into a big deal? From your end?

MM: What was that face, Peter?

PP: OwO

MM: OwO

MJ: ASDFAeirwieawewdflajwe

MJ: NED LOOK WHAT YOU’VE DONE TO THE OLD MAN

NL: SHUT UP. DD, please. Help me. Should I apologize? Is he bored of me? Does he want more time with Peter?

PP: what

PP: no pal I’m just a piece of ass in this situ

MJ: as you should be

PP: awwww

MM: ned Sammy’s fine?

NL:  omg ‘sammy’ that’s really cute do you think he’d mind if I called him that? You know. If he ever speaks to me again?

PP: DD just tell him everything is fine so we can all go to sleep without being woken up every 20 min for a crisis.

MM: I literally don’t know. He doesn’t talk about any of you.

NL: can you sneaky-ninja ask him?

  Matt could not with these children. Sam’s heartbeat was evening out. He was nearly back to sleep. Matt’s back couldn’t take hauling him up off the stairs in another half an hour, so he was going to stay right where he was, that was for damn sure.

“Samuel, you are dating three different flavors of spazz,” he told him.

Sam wriggled over and snuffled into his duvet.

Matt decided that that was an affirmative.

  MM: he says you’re all dramatic and to leave him alone to sleep.

NL: ;__;

PP: ned that is not rejection

NL: ok

MJ: this is embarrassing

NL: I’m just gonna crawl under the floorboards and waste away👍

PP: for fuck’s sake this is me-levels of drama

NL: DD can you tell him that if he’s ever down to just watch shit as friends that’s okay too?

MJ: NED. Matt’s literally out of this loop. And Sam’s probably unconscious.

MM: can confirm is now unconscious. I am exiting your drama.

PP: Dude remember when I said I was gonna drown myself in the sea? You are reaching those levels

NL: I JUST LOVE HIM

  Oh, aw.

  NL: And it’s okay if he doesn’t feel the same way, that’s okay, I just wanted to make sure he wasn’t like uncomfortable. I can text him less and let him do his work things and we don’t have to organize shit on the weekends. It’s totally fine

  These fuckin’ kids.

Matt grabbed Sam before he cracked his head against the wall and felt around for something to put between his forehead and it.

He fumbled out his phone in the meantime.

“Samuel,” he said into it, “When you wake up, come upstairs before taking the next pill.”

 ---

 Sam was in pain and grumpy as shit and his mood did not improve as he read through Matt’s messages.

“Two days and everyone loses their goddamn minds,” he said.

Pretty much.

“Ned loves you,” Matt teased.

“Ned needs one of those happy pills,” Sam deadpanned.

Hm. How about no?

Sam groaned and carefully melded himself to the table.

“Why don’t you wear the matchy-matchy stuff?” Matt asked, setting a bag of icy water on Sam’s shoulders. He made a soft sound of relief.

“I don’t want to get ‘em dirty,” Sam hummed.

Hm.

“Maybe if you wore them out a little bit, Ned would like that,” Matt offered.

Sam mulled this over.

“Nah,” he said. “I’ll just tell him I wear it to sleep.”

Matt was so proud.

He missed Foggy coming in halfway through that discussion.

He did not miss the lecture Foggy laid on both of them about lying to loved ones.

 ---

 Matt decided that Sam was far, far more emotionally repressed than he’d given the kid credit for. He was tickled pink.

Kirsten and Foggy were not. They called this ‘concerning behavior’ that needed ‘to be monitored in case of hidden injuries and self-harm.’

And like, man, it was as if they’d hard experience with this shit or something.

Matt decided to bypass their waffling and cornered Sam by trapping him in his duvet and demanding to know if he was hiding any injuries or self-harm.

Sam told him to get out of his room. His heartbeat did not react to the accusations, but rather to Matt’s ‘giant, heavy, albatross body’ assaulting him in his safe place.

Matt decided that this was proof that the emotional repression was, as he had always argued, doing exactly what it needed to: making Sam three times more functional as a human being.

Foggy took from that explanation that Matt was lying to him again.

Which, like, obviously.

But did Foggy need to know any of that?

Fuck no.

Only happy times with Matt Murdock here.

Smiling was somehow the wrong answer.

Smiling resulted in yelling. And then lots of loud heartbeats. And then something that looked a little like a fight, probably, to people with working eyes. But Matt knew that it wasn’t that.

It was just Foggy being hurt that Matt couldn’t tell him that Foggy’s homesickness was digging holes in his own resolve and mental wellbeing.

Sam popped up when Foggy went to go lay down to calm down and asked if everything was okay.

Matt told him it was.

Sam’s heart was not convinced. It started beating faster somehow.

Matt fully anticipated the texts that arrived later that night.

 ---

 PP: yo DD, you guys okay?

MM: why

PP: ‘cause Sam’s freaking out saying that you and Foggy were shouting again?

MM: ah

MM: no we’re okay. No biggie

PP: I smell bullshit

MM: carry on smelling then

PP: Matt do you ever think about how you’re like, an example to us all of how not to live?

MM: beg your pardon?

PP: I just mean like, you do shit and we all learn from your shit. Like, every day.

MM: ?

PP: Sam like dumped a pile of lies he’d been telling Ned in his lap and started crying for like half an hour and apologized for another 40 minutes and then hung up and won’t answer his phone.

MM: what was that face again? The cat one?

PP: OwO

MM: OwO

PP: lol

 ---

 The apprentice was perhaps absorbing too much too fast. He flat out denied having had any emotional crisis.

His heart was dead even when he said it. He was getting too good at out-maneuvering that trick.

“Peter seems to think that you had one the other night,” Matt mused.

“Peter needs to mind his own business,” Sam sniffed.

Aha.

“You like Peter,” Matt pointed out.

“He’s fine,” Sam said.

“Fine or fine?”

“That’s nasty, Teach. Don’t be gross. That’s like your little brother.”

Oh, sure it was.

“If Peter is sussing out your lies, you’re not doing a good enough job,” Matt said. “What you need, kiddo, is an aura and a starting point.”

Sam paused in making a horrible grating noise with some tool in his hand.

“A starting point?” he asked.

Why yes, apprentice.

As in, if you start off with your walls up and don’t let them buckle so easily, so many of these problems can be avoided.

“Isn’t that, like, the opposite of what Foggy said to do?” Sam asked suspiciously.

Well, technically. The husband might be correct for normal humans, but they weren’t normal humans. And as much as Matt loved him and thought he was brilliant, Foggy would never truly grasp that Matt needed those lies.

He needed the repression. The bottling. The anger.

He needed all that shit to be shaken up in him and then capped by the helmet every night.

Doing that kept Matt safe. It kept others safe.

It wasn’t fun and it wasn’t pretty and yeah, Matt was pretty fucked up because of it.

But Stick hadn’t been wrong about everything.

Not even he could be wrong about everything.

“It’s called balance,” Matt said. “Think about it like this. You’re a teacher. You’re about to walk into a new class. You need to establish a respectful relationship between yourself and these kids. How do you do it? Do you start off nice? Or do you start off strict?”

Sam said nothing.

“I start off strict,” Matt said. “Because it’s infinitely easier to become nicer and to keep respect than it is to start off nice and get meaner.”  

Sam processed this.

“This sounds like an anti-Foggy sentiment,” he said.

No. It wasn’t anti-Foggy. Nothing was anti-Foggy.

“It’s nuance,” Matt said. “Intrapersonal relationships? Minimal repression. Interpersonal relationships, maximum repression. Don’t give them something to use against you”

Sam’s teeth clicked together as he worked his jaw.

“Talk to Ned and Peter,” he said. “Walls up to everyone else.”

Everyone else. Yes.

“I can do that.”

Yeah, Matt knew. Sam did it to pretty much anyone he didn’t immediately take a liking to at the firm.

“I can do that,” Sam repeated.

Woah. Wait. Hold on there, slugger. Nuance, remember?

“I’m just gonna hate the entire world,” Sam said. “Thanks, Teach. That’s a big help.”

 ---

 PP: Matt

MM: Peter

PP: you know that Sam fucks with you daily right?

MM: …I forget sometimes

PP: lol you guys are funny

  That little shit. Fine.

Do whatever. See if Matt cared.

Goddamn kids and their goddamn love affairs.

Whatever. Fuck ‘em.

Let them learn the bullshit on their own time. Matt had better things to do.

 ---------------

Matt and Foggy and Kirsten have their own polycule goin on with folks entering and leaving it as need be. And sometimes you just have to make Sam/Ned content because it is unerringly adorable.

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Oorah G.”M”.G

Greg "Mouse" Gerwitz is underappreciated and needs more attention. Also I love the gif (not mine), look how cute and happy he is!!

Summary: You, an ex marine, meet up with your friend Kelly Severide at Molly's the night before you start your new job at the 21st District. Little do you know, Kelly invited two of his friends from the district to meet you.

When Kelly invited you out to a bar, you didn't realize it was a t-shirt and jeans kind of bar, not a black mini skirt and skinny little red tank top kind. You walked into Molly's and immediately felt overdressed. You contemplated walking out, but then you found Kelly sitting at the bar with two of other guys. Kelly turned and looked at you when he heard the door close. He yelled your name and backend you to come over.

Kelly met you half way from his seat and the door and engulfed you into a hug "You came" he said

"Of course I did. But it would have been nice to know that a t shirt and jeans would have sufficed." You said pulling away from him.

"Nah you look great, besides I have some friends I want you too meet."

He guided you back to where he was sitting. When the two men saw you walking over they got up from their chairs. "Y/N I want you to meet my friends Detective Jay Halstead and Mouse. Guys this is my friend Y/N Y/L/N she's starting at the 21st tomorrow."

You shook the boys hands, "It's nice to meet you two"

The taller of the two men, Jay, smiled "Same here. Kelly was telling us you just got home. Where from?" He asked.

"Iran actually. Before that, Pakistan. I was a marine gunnery sergeant, 107th " you tell them with a smile.

The boys were clearly impressed with you, "I will take that as you are not meant to be fucked with." Mouse said. "We were 75th Ranger Regiment, Afghanistan," he said pointed to him and Jay.

"Well thank you for your Service Mouse." You said.

Mouse clearly wasn't his real name, but you had to admit, he was a good looking guy. Tallish, with beautiful blue eyes and brown hair. He clearly wasn't ba twig but he was nowhere near the size of Kelly or Jay either. And damn that smile you thought.

"And you too Jay" you said, honestly forgetting he was there with Kelly. Jay and Kelly clearly noticed you were checking out Mouse, and he wasn't hiding looking at you either.

"Thanks you too. Kelly how about a game a darts.' Jay said dragging him away from you and Mouse. You sat down in Jay's old seat and Mouse sat next you. Mouse got Otis' attention and asked for two beers.

"You didn't have to" you tell him.

"No but, I wanted to," Mouse said.

You took a swing of your beer, "So, I'm assuming Mouse isn't your real name?" Mouse laughed as he put down his bottle.

"No, no it is not. My name is actually Greg Gerwitz. Jay calls me Mouse cause I'm good with computers" He said.

"Is that code for hacking then?" You ask laughing. Greg looked down, smiling "Yea, yea it is. I’m a Civilian Technical Analyst for the Intelligence Unit. Jay is the fancy detective."

"Your job is just as important as Jay's. You go and make sure your boys are safe. Not to mention you can probably scare some people with the things you can do on a computer."

Mouse is kind of sat there and shocked version of your moments. He always felt in superior to Jane the rest of the intelligence unit because he wasn't the copper detective. It wasn't that he didn't want to be one just he doubted his skills to get through the academy. He never thought he was as good as the rest of the team. And here you are, a woman he literally just meet is saying otherwise.

“I- ah. well,’ Mouse was truly at a lost for words. “Thank you. Um what unit are you working in?”

Code for, “How far away are you going to be from me?”

“I’m in Sex Crimes”

Only one floor above me  he thought.

“Oh really? Well I expect you come visit me then.” 

He looked at you, confusion evident on his face till Mouse realized he said that out loud. 

You bit your lip trying not to laugh at the poor boy in front of you. “So how does a pretty boy like you end up in the army?”  

Mouse’s neck turned red from the compliment, and he ran a hand through his hair to calm him down. “Well I tried the whole college thing and to be honest I wasn’t that great at it. Well besides the whole computers thing. So I ended up enlisting. I met Jay when we got deployed together.” 

Mouse nodded to you, “What about you? How did a sweet, pretty girl join the Marines? I couldn’t imagine how hard that was.”

The second after he said that he realized how that sounded. “Not that girls can’t be Marines! It’s just that you know it’s a lot more training, and heavy lift- not that you can’t do it! It’s just- oh god” 

Mouse just gave up and put his head in his hand. You couldn’t contain your laughter any longer. You placed a hand on his leg “Greg, I get what you were trying to say. No need to to feel bad” You said in between giggles.

Mouse turned his head towards you, resting on his hand. His whole face was red now. So many things were going through his head right now. He can’t believe how hard he embarrassed himself in front of you. Not to mention the fact that not many people call him Greg anymore, and yet when you say his real name it sounded so pleasing.

“I actually went to college. Finished undergrad with a degree with criminal justice and minor in psych. But then my younger brother got sick and passed. All he talked about was being a Marine. He never got to do it. And honestly the thought of joining the military was always in my head. So I thought what better way to help people and memorialize my brother than joining the best branch in the U.S Military?”

While you were telling your story to Mouse you moved your hand off his leg. He tried his hardest to hide his disappointment. 

“Well, I don’t know if the Marines are the best, but that’s amazing and I’m sure he would be really proud of you.” 

The two of you ended up talking for a few hours about anything and everything. But once it hit 11:00 you figured you should probably leave for the night. “I’d hate to do this to you, but I should head home and get some sleep. Don’t want to be late on first day.” you tell him

Mouse understood and nodded. “Don’t worry about it,” he said, “Have a good night, stay safe. Hopefully I will see you down at the district.” 

You hopped off the stool, “You too. If not, then you should come upstairs and say Hello.”

You walked away and went over to Kelly and Jay. “I just wanted to say bye to you guys. I’m heading home. Jay it was really nice to meet you.” You tell him.”Yea same here I’ll see you around Y/N” Jay says

You went to Kelly and hugged him goodbye, “I’ll call you tomorrow after I get off” you tell him. 

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After saying your goodbyes to Jay and Kelly you walked passed the bar and saw Mouse still sitting there.  “Night Greg” you said in passing. 

As you walked towards the door, Mouse watched you walk away, paying close attention to the way hips swayed as you walked.  His eyes started to drift down more when he felt Kelly and Jay slap him on the back. “Here, i got you something” Kelly said.

He handed Mouse a napkin and saw that there was a lip stick stain along with a small message.

Marines are the best branch, Pretty Boy. 

     - Y/N

Underneath was your phone number.

Mouse let a small laugh and  under his breath said, “Oorah”

Part two anyone???

Request OPEN

[spinnin-burnice]

Watch Dogs: Legion x AmRev

@burgoyned Pumped this one out in 2 hours @.@ Probably could make some changes but do let me know your thoughts and feedback ^^

Chapter 7: Proud to be Resisting

Hanger stretched and sorted through the shots glass the next day. It was a gray, rainy day in London. Inside The Earl’s Fortune patrons said around smoking, drinking, and chattered about the recent law passed by Lord Germain all citizens will now require a heavy inspection when traveling in and out of London as well as getting fingerprinted. The TV hanging on the wall over the fireplace showed Lord Germain speaking at a press conference stating his proposal on “increase safety measures for the people of London.” Hanger chuckled to himself. Man couldn’t even protect himself over a wet floor. Just last week, news broke out the Minister of Safety and Security (a position granted by Germain himself TO himself) slipped on a wet puddle outside Westminster and broke his left leg.

That was quite sensational. It was the best news Hanger heard all day that day. The door to the Safehouse opened and André emerged with the crew in tow. “Morning, y’all! Where is everyone heading off?” he asked. “Just heading off to the Royal Navy yard to check some stuff out,” André replied. “Is that so? You should also head over to the fighting grounds. Some Clan Kelley gangster managed to beat his way in the Underground fight clubs to the top and is now challenging the leader of the ‘Royal Navy Horsemen.’” The crew looked at each other with surprise. “’ The Royal Navy Horsemen’? The most badass group of fighters across London? Holy hell yes, I’m buying tickets NOW!” Burgoyne pulled out his phone and began processing. Clinton looked over his shoulder while André’s eyes glimmered. “The best MMA fighters England has to offer. What time is the event?” “It’s at 4:30 PM. We got the whole morning to kill and sometime in the afternoon. And I also bought tickets for everyone. Last four remaining.” Burgoyne said as he held up his phone.

“Do you think what we’re wearing is ok? Or is there some dress code we need to abide by?” the hacker asked Hanger. “Not that know of. Besides, who on Earth would enforce a ‘dress code’ in a fight club?” “There is one in Garden City that enforced a dress code.” André looked down at his outfit nervously. He was wearing a black DedSec tank top with brown cargo jeans and low-cut black boots. Everyone else wore similar style outfits; Howe was wearing a black jacket with a white buttoned-down shirt, black jeans, and leather shoes. Clinton wore a black shirt inside his DedSec jacket, blue jeans, and brown boots. Burgoyne wore a futuristic jacket, low cut dark blue tank top with DedSec’s logo on it, black leather jeans, and black combat boots. Normally everyone would be wearing DedSec’s “uniform” (something André ensembled so it would be formal which consists of a black DedSec jacket, white T-shirt, blue jeans, and various colored combat boots) but everyone has now moved on to something casual. We would feel out of place in a fight club.

Hanger shrugged. “So far have not heard of this one, so y’all are fine. Nice to see something casual for a change.” It was then Bagley pinged everyone’s earpiece. “Good morning everyone. I’ve received some intel that there is data sitting inside the National Maritime Museum. A good chance to expose Albion and Clan Kelley for the while. It shouldn’t take too long with four people managing it. I’m sending out the location and the route to avoid trouble. Also, there is a big fight this afternoon I’m sure none of you would want to miss out.” “Don’t worry Bagley I got the tickets we’ll be sure to record every detail and send it to you,” Burgoyne replied. “Fantastic! Hopefully, something bloody happens. Overheard their leader is a bit of a Grim Reaper. Kicked the head off some chap’s shoulder once. Wouldn’t want to miss that.”

Everyone looked at each other with shock on their face. “Will do Bagley thanks,” André said, clicking his earpiece.

Putting his phone away, Burgoyne clapped his hands. “We’re heading out now or what?” “We can wait for a bit. It’s pouring outside,” Howe murmured. Who would be this vicious in a fight club? Clinton sat down at the bar. “I don’t think this data exposure would take too long. But something tells me we might be taking too long turning public opinion in our favor.” Bagley pinged in. “It’s not too late. Lord Germain is turning away more and more of his supporters by the minute. Sure, some cling faith to the government but it won’t be for long.” “Once we recruited enough people I think we can turn our attention to liberating the boroughs. I’m sure everyone is itching for a change,” André said. “Of course. DedSec may be tainted, but that doesn’t stop us from making a noise,” chuckled Bagley.

As they chattered, the rain outside began to subside and the sun began shining through the clouds. Burgoyne got up from the leather couch near the fireplace and patted both André and Clinton on the shoulder. “Well, we off now?” Clinton checked the time. “It’s 10:30. We can leave around noon. It’s just a 20-minute walking distance.” “Fair enough. What now?” “There is two options: use the fighting ground to mess around OR go and get data. Either way, we’ll be waiting,” Burgoyne stated. André hopped off the bar stool. “Heading out! Bye!” Hanger waived as the rest of the crew followed. Making their way through the busy London streets, the crew reached the outside of the museum. Bagley pinged. “You’re right in the proximity of the data.” Slipping on their masks, the crew slid into a large bush next to the massive square building. André pulled out his phone and began hacking the cameras inside. He eventually found the room containing the stored data, which was inside a laptop. Bagley said, “There it is! Quickly now!” André tapped the phone and data immediately began downloading. A few seconds later, the data finished transferring and Bagley spoke. “Alright. I have received all the information from that laptop. It might take me some time to process this as there is a lot of junk files added. Once I’ve completed sorting it out I’ll let you know the next step.” “Sounds good.” Howe replied, tapping on his earpiece.

“Great. Now that’s out of the way, what now?” Burgoyne asked as the crew got up and walked away from their hiding place, mask off. “Head to the courtyard and challenge each other?” Clinton proposed. They proceeded to the Navy’s fight club. It was an outdoor arena, located behind the headquarters; spotlights and speakers hung from the metal columns on top of the ring while the arena itself was structured in the style of the Colosseum in Rome. Leaning over the rails, André smiled ecstatically. “I’ve always wanted to come here and watch the fight.” “We could sit here and wait, or we can walk around and see what else is there,” Burgoyne suggested. Howe looked around. A few people loitered outside, and a security guard stood by the main gate. André turned to his friends. “I wonder why they would set up an arena here and not in Portsmouth.” “It’s too far from London. And besides, His Majesty wanted to see them in action near his home, so they decide to put it here. I personally like it,” Burgoyne gushed as he took pictures of their surroundings.

They spend the rest of the time practicing in a large open area near the arena until crowds started to gather. A midday sun still shone in the blue sky, creating a gentle ambience. The crew headed their way into the queue as the line grew longer and longer. Clinton looked around. “Never thought an event like this could draw so many people.” “Are you kidding me there is a Clan Kelley gang member fighting in these clubs and made his way to the top of course people would want to watch that,” Burgoyne snorted matter-of-factly. One person in behind him spoke up. “We’re also here to watch that fucker get his head kicked off. Fuck Clan Kelley!” he shouted. Many people cheered in agreement. André turned to Howe with a smile and a nod. The line eventually picked up as the crowd stood their place in the arena. Burgoyne showed his ticket to the security guard who directed them into a first spot.

Making their way down the standing crowd, André spotted a familiar face standing up front. He was leaning over the railings before turning behind him. It was Sir Thomas Gage. As soon as he saw the men approach him, he smiled at them. Burgoyne promptly stood next to him. “Fancy seeing someone like you here, hmm Tommy?” he joked to his friend. Gage laughed. “Indeed. You guys also here for the big event?” “Yeah. Who would’ve thought some crazy gang member actually fight in these things?” André said incredulously. The clock ticked 4:30. Immediately, an announcer with a thick Liverpool accent spoke up. “LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!! WELCOME TO THE ROYAL NAVY ACADEMY ARENA!! WE HAVE AN EXCITING EVENT AS CLAN KELLEY CHALLENGES THE FOUR HORSEMEN OF THE APOCALYPSE!!” Boos and jeers arose at the name of ‘Clan Kelley’. Gage shook his head. “Who let those fuckers roam the streets?” “Uh, Germain? Who else?” Burgoyne sarcastically answered.

The door to the arena opened. A tall, bulky man stepped out. His bald head glistened under the now turned-on spotlights. He was wearing a tight black T-Shirt with Clan Kelley’s logo on it, showing off his muscles, large black pants, and large combat boots. He raised his fist as the crowd booed, hissed, and jeered. The Kelley gangster banged his fist on his chest as heavy metal banged on the speakers. The DedSec crew looked at each other while André rolled his eyes. After a few seconds, DeFaLT’s music blasted into the speakers, and the crowd went wild. André grabbed onto Clinton’s arm. “HOLY HELL YES!” he shouted. Four men walked out, wearing outfits (sponsored by Cyberdog). All had their glistening black vest hoods on with different colored bandanas covering their faces. Their leader is a tall figure with a narrow cut, wearing grey cargo pants and black buckled boots that have metal spikes covering the front and back. His black bandana glowed, showing the bottom half of a skull in neon white.

He gestured for his other teammates to step back. The Clan Kelley man cracked his knuckles, leering his teeth at his opponent. “Guess your day is up eh, lad?” he cackled. The man said nothing. The announcer yelled, “ARE WE READY?!!” The crowd cheered. Immediately, the Kelley man took the first swing. The “White” Horseman stepped back swiftly before jabbing at the Kelley’s neck. This stunned the gangster who stumbled down to the ground. Gage and Burgoyne cheered on while the others stood in disbelief. The “White” Horseman motioned for his teammates to pick the stunned man up. Everyone waited with bated breath. The Horseman gave sharp but swift kick to the upper jaw; metal spikes tore into the muscles and the man’s head came clean off. The sound became deafening as people screamed.

The announcer yelled, “THERE YOU HAVE IT FOLKS THE ROYAL NAVY HORSEMEN!!”

“That’s it? Wow.” Burgoyne said. The announcer continued. “THAT WAS A QUICK FIGHT! HOW ABOUT WE SPICE IT UP AND INVITE YOU, THE AUDIENCE, TO CHALLENGE YOURSELF AND SEE HOW GOOD OF A FIGHTER YOU ARE? WHICH ONE OF YOU LUCKY SOULS IS BRAVE ENOUGH TO JUMP INTO THE LION’S DEN?!?” Everyone looked at each other; some prodded their friends. After some time, Howe took off his bag and hissed “I’m going in.” He leaped over the rails and landed on the dirt ground. The crowd cheered hysterically. André turned to the others, whose face were no more than fear and pure shock. Howe walked towards the leader and pointed at him. “One on one. Me and you only.” The three other Horsemen looked at each other then turned towards their leader. He gestured them to leave the arena. The three turned to leave, giving the arena to only William and his opponent.

[sherlolly-siya]

Magnum P.I. S02xE18-20 spoilers and tidbits

I thought i’ll give a prologue first 😅 Remember i pet project where i was trying to decipher the episode names? yea i didn’t get very far on that.. but i have come to a conclusion, that each title is a convention for what the clients in that episode, and/or our P.I. is going through. Eg. S02xE16 : Farewell To Love

Episode starts with Gladys and Bert who had given up on love but eventually found it in one another. The fact that Gladys narrated this part makes it poetic in a sense that she was the one who had to say bid farewell to Bert.Then TC and Teresa, they found the one that they always loved. The one who made them happier, but TC had to let her go go, he bid farewell to his love, instead of ruining 3 lives.In the beginning of the episode, we see magnum all in for online dating, but after what happened with Dylan, we see him coming to an abrupt conclusion that online dating is just isn’t the thing for him, also adding to the fact, the girl who met through an app (Abby) had just recently broken off with him. So magnum kind of bid a metaphorical farewell to finding love online.

Spoilers for S02x18, S02x19 and S02x20 under the cut if you wish to continue. Warning: My rant got hella long, longer than i planned and there are lots of pics and links below. Thanks @maggiesoa​ and @lizzysfavs​ for providing some food for my thoughts  😊

So.. lets begin with S02x18 : A world of trouble I’m just grouping together the pics that I’ve found so far which seem to be related to episode 18: Perdy and Bobby discussed about having a scene together ignore jay’s comment here, I’m all for #TeamJin and I will riot if they ever kill him. I believe the episode starts with Jin, showing up at Robin’s nest, where he ends up in a situation where he has to change in magnum’s clothes (note the t-shirt magnum is ironing... (Edit: DIDN'T HAPPEN!!?? I MEAN!! This could have been cute.. didn't have to be a total BTS for once!!) Where we get this scene, All i can guess right now is that is a tab in Jin’s had, and he’s being a fair judge for miggy while they prepare for their visa interview, or he could be here with today’s case

Which takes us to to the primary promo for 2x18, where they solve the case at hand. Now my guess is that the case doesnt take up entire 47 minutes, because this promo also exists. What this secondary promo also shows is them at a office(?) guessing visa or may be its a school where the current client works? where magnum/higgy blurts out that they’re marrying and some lady says that they don’t look like a couple. We also see Katsumoto warning Higgy about the consequences of marrying their business partner. (Edit: this did happen and fueled Higgy’s resolve to back out.. nothing wrong there..but as Jin said.. may it be with Magnum or TC, u’re still breaking the law Mrs. I can figure out how pretending with TC is going to get good results? if anything.. it only comes out of nowhere) I’m sensing a connection here again with the title of the episode: A world of trouble:  - The current client, the case was definitely given to them by some one else because they approach the lady coz Higgy says “You’re in trouble, we just want to help you.”, which means she might have refused help at one point. - Literally 2 people in a 2 min worth promo have commented on their wedding, does this not sound like trouble to you?

When magnum is possibly heading out to go to La Mariana, (Edit: DING! DING! DING! This was indeed before the bar scene.. which kinda broke my heart.. but we’ll talk about that in detail later) she tells him that she’s reconsidered her decision that she will be marrying TC instead (which is weird, but for the sake of it, OK). Which also implies that she’s going to have a heart to heart with TC how she had one with Rick before in 2x13. (Edit: Umm.. i would have liked to hear the entire convo here.. but i guess its going to come back a flashback some day?) Magnum than heads to the bar, with Jin where he meets up with his friends and we get this, going by past experiences, this is going to be the last scene where he’s with his friends. Now what leaves me confused is this guy below, the one that magnum rescued and now has a food truck (Rem S1x01, they got him all the way from there now). He’s not listed for 2x18, but the actors caption says 2x18? So is he like the caterer for the wedding? (i thought kamekona was doing that?) or he’s there for entirely other reason?

Now this all leads up to S02x19 :  May The Best One Win Again the title is the synopsis here,

Magnum and Higgins are each hired by a different spouse who are in the middle of a contentious divorce to dig up dirt on the other, and Thomas and Higgins soon find themselves competing over resources. 

But i don’t think them competing again each other is the only thing here, remember this gem from TV guide magazine? - Jay mentions there being an odd jealousy there, and there is something percolating between the duo which magnum doesn’t want to address just yet. I think the competition is not just between Magnum and Higgy, for magnum it is also between him and TC. May be he’ll be still trying to show her that he is the one she should be marrying, even if that’s fake.  - And for the implied element we also have this garage fight, where they’re up against “just one guy, but a very big guy”. This again i don’t think takes forever to solve since, there’s an upcoming wedding everyone has to attend, we’ve all seen the famous pics, but this:

Him again!! And looks like he is in fact catering the event. Now since S02x19 and S02x20 are to be merged into one mega episode, lets slip into: S02x20 :  A Leopard on the Prowl 

Magnum and Higgins help Rick when his father figure, Icepick , just out of prison and battling terminal cancer, gets double crossed on one last score. Also, Magnum makes one last bold move to help Higgins stay in the country.

This is the rick centric episode the viewers were promised, Adding pics of Zac coz he looks great here:

But do you see anything missing here? My sleep deprived brain does. Icepick seems to be have fallen pray to something on the run, nothing pre-planned, the guy has terminal cancer, he’s dying any day now, why would someone spend any time to plan something against him? (He’s probably going to die in this epi..he only had few months.. the article says “reluctantly try to help him” seriously guys why do you have to be reluctant? And below pic is probably of the same related fight scene Jay talked about in the TV guide snippet:

And if the video Jay uploaded is even close to the actual scene, it could be because the guy hit Rick/Higgy and Magnum picked up another fight with him.. or that’s just for insta.. I’ll leave it open. There’s a fight scene with TC as well i suppose. Now what does the title have to do with the episode? Here’s my theory: - Remember Dr. Kim i already mentioned twice above. He’s gotta be here for more than just “catering the wedding”, magnum said he was a code breaker, he was mentioned in one of Robin’s books, he instantly identified the co-ordinates which Nuzzo left for Magnum, (which is duh!  u’re telling me that magnum was a navy SEAL and can read waves but cant piece together actual co-ordinates?!!). Magnum was kidnapped by Ivan’s people coz he needed something from him which was in the books, later Ivan had magnum delivered to himself on a secret mission of retrieving Hayek, who was a weapons dealer but he got away with drones instead.. I think this is all related somehow, there has to be something in this episode that points to this.. I thought may be its in Robin’s books.. but they have never mentioned the same book twice.. I’m still looking for answers though.. But going ahead, see this ,

“ Magnum makes one last bold move to help Higgins stay in the country.” “You see Higgins in a unexpected position, which magnum is very uncomfortable with and where he is not sure about his place”

Soo.. the wedding didn’t happen? So that’s not helping her stay in the country? 

It didn’t bother me much before.. but think about this, what if since the wedding plan backfired, she has to go back to London until her visa is renewed/reapplied for : an unexpected position since she has found something in Hawaii she doesn’t want to loose. Which leaves magnum as the in-charge of Robin’s nest and Zeus and Apollo and part of the deal [I can almost see my HC at the horizon]. An uncomfortable position where he has to manage the estate and the hounds of hell without his “professional better half”. I think there is a beach good-bye scene on this day, may be an actual hug between miggy? Supporting evidence as follows:

Now the last attempt Magnum makes, does he offer her a job? Does he confess? But that wouldn’t automatically land her in an unexpected situation , that would be magnum putting her in that situation while being full aware of his position. I bet lenkov has got pretty good plan for this to play out. Now this doesn’t back up my crack where Higgins leaves, because

This story was posted along with the one where magnum is boating.. so they’re probably from the same episode.. where the last ditch effort has paid off but Magnum and Higgins roles have now been shifted a little and lenkov’s quote makes sense “Nothing really changes”.. has anyone ne noticed that there are no Juliet pics from 2x20 yet? 

I cant wait to see that though.. and for a 100% i know there is a season 3, its a gut feeling i have. Thank you for stopping by.. sorry it was too long  😘

[supraveng]

Agent of Shield - Chapter 2

Summary: You are a relatively new agent at Shield, but not a field agent, apparently that is about to change when you meet the Avengers and they realize you are a valuable asset

Word count:2259

PREVIOUS CHAPTER

I wake up Sunday morning around 5am, I can’t remember the last time I slept for a full 8 hours like that, but I feel so refreshed that I hop right up and head to the kitchen.   Checking my phone while my coffee brews, I see a text from my dad just before midnight last night.  

Pops: Pumpkin, how was your day?  I hadn’t heard from you, I’m sure you are staying busy.  Hopefully made it to the shelter today and found yourself a new companion.  

Y/N: Good morning Colonel!  I was in bed much earlier than you apparently.  I’ll call you after my run this morning, love you

I sit down sipping my coffee and grab a protein bar before heading back in my room to change to my favorite leggings and tank.  I used to hate running, but after moving to NYC, watching the sunrise as I jog through Central Park makes my day so much better, I can’t imagine missing it even once. This morning I’m a bit earlier than usual and get a chance to take the longer route through the park.  The sunrise is as beautiful as ever and adds a calming effect that I crave in this crazy world.  I decide to treat myself this morning and swing by my favorite coffee shop while heading down Central Park West.  As I step into the shop my phone rings and I answer without looking at the caller id. “Colonel, I told you I would call you when I got home, what’s making you so impatient this morning?” 

I state with fake annoyance.  “uh, Agent Miller?” I hear in response, ok, that’s definitely not my dad.  “Yea, who is this?  And how did you get this number?” I respond as I finally look at the caller id and see it’s a blocked number.  With a soft chuckle they respond “this is Steve Rogers; Director Fury gave me your number.  I didn’t intend on calling you this early, but we received some new communications late last night and hoping you are available to translate for us again.”  Wow, he even sounds handsome, how is that possible.  “Oh, hi, yes of course I can help.  I’m on the upper west side right now, I can be at the tower in 15 minutes, but I just finished a run and I’m kind of disgusting.”  Why did you just say that, you idiot? “That would be great, the quicker we can get this resolved, the better.  Should we send a car for you?” he asks.  “No, I’m good.  I’m picking up coffee, do you need any?” Seriously? What is wrong with me? It’s like I hear his voice and turn into an imbecile.  “No, but thank you for the offer, see you soon.” he replies before disconnecting the call. I grab my coffee and start heading toward mid-town when I look down and realize what I’m wearing, not only is the word Juicy across my ass, but my tank reads ‘I’m not a rapper, I just cuss a lot’. I laugh at how ridiculous I feel for being worried about what I’m wearing, I should be worried about the sweat that’s beginning to dry on my skin, bleh.

I arrive at the tower just as a security guard is unlocking the door for me. “Good morning” I chirp trying to sound as professional as possible while looking like a huge mess. “They are expecting you in the conference room on the 25th floor, use the first elevator on the left” he responds barely looking up, apparently, he’s not a morning person.  “Thanks” I smile as I head toward the elevators.  “Nice outfit” he smirks as I walk into the elevator.  Well, this should be interesting. Walking down the hall I get an eerie flashback from yesterday’s recordings and try to calm myself to focus on the task and not get too overwhelmed.   That worked for almost a full 5 minutes before you walk into the conference room to find Steve Rogers and Sam Wilson dressed in sweats and t-shirts.  A girl could die happy here! Deep breath and don’t make an ass of yourself! “Good morning gentlemen, I’m glad you got the dress code memo” I say as I enter the room.  “Glad you could make it on such short notice, Agent Miller, this is Sam Wilson. Sam, this is Agent Miller, she is helping us with our translating” Steve smiles as he introduces me.  “It’s a pleasure to meet you Mr. Wilson, please call me Y/N.” “Well, you can call me Sam, and I’m glad none of us overdressed this morning.” he responds as you move closer to the conference room table.  “Normally, I would have put a bit more effort into my appearance, but I was finishing my run through the park when you called.” I smile and try to calm my nerves.  “It’s 645 in the morning and you were finishing your run?” he asks with a bit of shock.  I nod my head and grab a pen and paper off the table. “Geez, your worst than Cap! Wait, what park are you running through in the middle of the night?” he asks with a raised eyebrow and has now caught the attention of Steve, who seems more interested in the conversation now.  “Um, Central Park and it’s not the middle of the night, I didn’t get there until almost 530” you say nonchalantly.  The are both now looking at you like you have 3 heads.  “What? Growing up, I was the lazy one still in bed at 6am.  And I like watching the sunrise, it’s a good way to start your day.  So, you have another conversation to translate?”  you add quickly trying to change the subject.  

“Yes, we received a few early this morning, or I guess last night is a better time frame. Anyway, there are a few bits and pieces here and there.   Hopefully they have more info for us, but anything we can get will help us at this point.” Steve responds.  “Actually, how are your typing skills?  There are about 15 different recordings so I was hoping you might be able to type them up as you translate.” he adds looking at you hopeful.  “I think I’m around 90 wpm, so that shouldn’t be an issue” “Great, I’ll grab the laptop and you can get started” he claps Sam on the back as he heads out the door.  Sam looks you over as if he’s trying to solve a riddle.  “You ok?” I ask.  “I’m assuming you came from a military family if 6am made you the lazy one, am I right?” he asks with a knowing smile.  “Yes, my dad is a marine, and both of my brothers joined after college, one in the Navy and one in the Air Force” you smile realizing that Sam probably knows your dad and your brothers even if he hasn’t figured it out yet.  Steve comes back in the room, walking up behind you with the laptop and you realize that he’s now probably read your ass and you are trying your best to not crawl under the table in embarrassment.  “Ok, here is everything you should need.   The files are in the desktop folder with today’s date.  Thanks again for putting your life on hold to help us out.”  Steve says as he sets the laptop down in front of you.  You relax just from his kind words and smile at him, “it’s my pleasure, Steve”.

You begin working and do your best to not stare and drool over the gorgeous men in the room.  Just as you are about to begin your next recording, the buildings AI FRIDAY alerts Steve of a call coming in for you.  You look up confused and shrug your shoulders, no one knows you are here.  Then you hear Director Fury’s voice loud and clear. “Sorry to interrupt the party going on over there, but Agent Miller?  Would you like to explain why Colonel Miller is calling me at this hour on a Sunday morning?” he states sounding as irritated as ever.  “That’s probably because he loves you and misses you.” You respond flatly. “Ok, that’s probably only part of the reason, I was supposed to call him when I was done with my run and I got sidetracked.  Be a dear and cover for me?” you respond hoping that Nick is in a good mood and willing to help you out.  Sam is looking at Steve utterly confused, to which Steve just shrugs and shakes his head, laughing at how you seem completely comfortable around Fury and not at all intimidated like everyone else in SHIELD.  “How about you tell him yourself?” he responds before you hear a beep and your dad starting to talk. “Pumpkin, are you there?”  You hang your head embarrassed even more than you thought was possible for one day and you’ve only been awake for a little over 2 hours at this point. “Hi dad, I’m so sorry I didn’t call you, but I’m at work right now and I will call you as soon as I’m done, I promise.” You begin bargaining knowing full well it will get you no where but hoping he will take mercy on you.  “What are you having for breakfast?” he responds.  Your shoulders slump knowing this is only going to get worst.  Steve looks at you a little confused as to the question. Ok, I might as well get this over, if I don’t play along with his silly games then this is only going to become more humiliating. “I’m having pineapples covered in guacamole” you respond hoping Sam and Steve aren’t paying attention.  You then look up and know they heard but the confused and disgusted expressions on their faces.  “Alright, that’s good.  Now explain yourself.” he responds, and you take a deep breath.  “Dad, I was finishing my run and got called into work. I’m here now but have a bit more work to do, I promise I will call you the minute I’m done and headed home.”  “Fine, I wasn’t expecting to see you at the Stark tower at this time of the morning and assumed your body was discarded in the dumpster, that would be the only reason .you hadn’t called and didn’t answer my calls.” “Old man, you are so dramatic” you say with a smirk “and I’m sorry, it won’t happen again.”  “Good, bye Pumpkin.”  

The call disconnects and you look at Sam and Steve hoping that you can get back to translating but knowing by the looks on their faces they have a lot of questions. “What the hell was that?” Sam asks trying to understand the conversation you just had with your dad.  “That was my dad, he’s a bit overprotective and paranoid” you respond hoping that would explain enough.  “Wait, your dad is Colonel Miller, as in Colonel Joseph Miller?” he asks. You nod and smile, you love your dad, but he had a reputation of being a big mean Marine, which he could be if he wanted to, but he never was with you, he was a giant teddy bear that worried about you more than necessary.  “And your breakfast choice?” Steve asked, still quite confused by what just happened. “Oh, that” I respond “when we were younger, my dad started this thing so that we could relay to him if we were in danger or kidnapped.   He asks about what we are eating and the most ridiculous or gross thing you answer means you are fine.  If I had answered pancakes, then he would know that I’m in danger, if I add eggs, then I’ve been injured.  If I add bacon it’s by someone I know, it’s crazy, and has only been used in innocent situations like today, but like I said he’s paranoid and overprotective” I shrug and smile at the guys.  It’s one of the things that made you love your dad, a thousand miles away and still making sure you are protected no matter what.  Steve looks at you with his brow furrowed “that’s kind of genius.”  I nod “yea, he’s good like that” I respond. “Wait, if he’s your dad, then Joshua and Jacob are your brothers?” Sam asks like he just figured everything out. I nod and smile “Yes, they are, and I apologize for anything they did that got you in trouble, that’s kind of their specialty.”  “Are you kidding?  Jacob was my saving grace in the Air Force, he is a bad ass and one of the best airmen I’ve ever known!” Sam explains with a huge smile on his face.  “Well, I’m glad, he would like to here that, he was medically discharged a few years ago after breaking his shoulder and it not healing as quickly as it should have.  He actually just started working with the Secret Service and finally feeling like himself again.” I tell him.  “Wow, that’s incredible.  I would love to catch up with him.  What about Josh?  Is he still sailing?” he asks.  “Yes, he’s on the west coast, San Diego or maybe Seattle.  I’m not sure, he moves around a lot.” I respond.  “Well, now that we are all caught up, Sam, can you check the data that just came in?  Hopefully, we can get through this info and still enjoy the rest of our day” Steve says thoughtfully as he looks between you and Sam.  “Of course” I respond and go back to the recordings. 

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"I'll be right there, mother!" I respond back to my mother when she calls me again for the third time. Of course, she wouldn't hear me, I was in the bathroom far away from the stairs.

I sprint to my room and change into comfy clothes that I would be wearing for the night. I then walk downstairs to meet my mom halfway.

"Sorry, mom what was that?" I ask her. Her brown eyes meet mine and I could tell she was exhausted.

"One of my friends is coming for dinner and they have a son. I want you to try and be nice to them. I know how you are with people." She was still looking at me. I give her thumbs up and walk the rest of the stairs.

I could hear her footsteps right behind me, following me to the kitchen. She finishes making dinner while I go and sit on the couch and watch tv. Even if I ask to help she would shoo me away. Then when I go and relax she would complain about how I don't help her with anything. I mean I asked and you refused, so don't complain, simple as that.

"Sheila, go set the table."

"Okay, mom!"

I finish setting up the table and sit in my seat. There were already 3 chairs set up for the guests. I don't know who it is and I honestly don't care. I scroll through my Instagram feed when the doorbell rings.

Mom gets up to go get it. I could hear voices drifting through before a beautiful woman comes through the door. Then comes a man followed by a boy that looks my age. His blonde hair was quiffed.

"Our eldest son couldn't make it, sorry about that." She turned to mom.

"Oh, that's not a problem, this is Sheila." My mom introduces me to the lady.

"I'm Niall!" I turn my head to the blonde and smile at him. He smiles back.

They all sit in different seats. Niall sits across from me. His parents sit on both sides of him. My mom sits right next to me.

My mom and Niall's parents were the only ones who were talking.

"So what school do you go to?" I'm snapped out of my thoughts. I turn my head. His Irish accent is cute.

"Uh, Cypress High School. What about you?" I say.

"I'm going to that school. I'm getting transferred." He tells me.

"Why are you getting transferred?" My curiosity will be the death of me.

"I rather not say."

That ends our conversation. I nod and go back to my thoughts.

---

"Thank you for having us."

"Oh no, it was our pleasure."

I sigh. Niall moves in front of me and gives me his hands to shake. I shake his hand.

"Do you mind if I get your number?" I give him my phone while he gives me his. We both take our phones back and I wave him bye.

I say goodnight to Mom before running off to my room. Finally!  After a couple of tossing and turning I finally drift off to sleep.

---

"Sheila! Wake up or you'll be late for school!" I jump from the bed. Shit! I run to the bathroom and start the shower.

After 20 minutes of cleaning, I run back to my room and look for clothes to wear. I finally find what I like and change. I look through my mirror. Hmm pretty nice! Black drop shoulder with blue tight jeans. I grab my bag and skip downstairs.

Mom wasn't anywhere near the kitchen so I open my pantry and grab a granola bar, then walk outside to my car. I drive off to school while eating the granola bar.

--

"Sheila!" I turn my head to the voice that calls my name. Vivian! I run straight to her. She squeals and hugs me tightly.

"Vivian!"

She finally stops hugging me and take a step back. Her ginger hair was in a braid, it flowing down. She was wearing a crop top that showed her stomach with a skirt. She would definitely get dress coded. "You know you're going to get dress coded right?"

"Yeah, but who cares." She shrugs.

"Good luck telling that to Principal Holman."

We both walk to the door and Vivian opens it letting us both walk through it. I turn my head to see Niall at his lockers.

"Hey, Niall!" I say when I get to him.

He turns to my voice and smile. "You came early?"

"Yeah, I wanted to look at my classes and find my locker before the bell rings. I don't want to be late on my first day you know."

I nod my head agreeing, cause I do know how it's like being the new student and all.

"Have you met anyone?" I asked curiously.

He gives me a nod and points behind me. I look to see him pointing at the one and only Harry Styles.

His curly brown locks were in a bun, while his green emerald eyes were staring at the guy who was talking to him. My eyes slide over to the guy who was talking to him. He looked familiar. He was thin with muscular arms. His brown hair was swept over making his blue eyes pop. Louis Tomlinson.

Harry was wearing a plain black shirt with tight jeans and Chelsea boots. Meanwhile, Louis was wearing a striped shirt with colorful jeans. They were both laughing.

I turn my head back to Niall who was staring at someone right behind me.

"Ahem! Aren't you going to introduce us?" Viv asks, raising her eyebrows.

"Niall, Vivian. Vivian, Niall." I rush before I turn my head and stare at Harry.

I could hear both Vivian and Niall talking to each other but I was distracted. Harry has been my crush since forever. I mean how can you not like the guy. He was perfect. With straight white teeth, to his dimples, and back to his beautiful eyes. He was an attractive person but that's not what hooked me in. It was his beautiful British accent and his charming personality. He could ask me to do something and I would no questions asked.

He was still talking with Louis. He was leaning on his locker when his eyes met mine. I shied away and turned back to the conversation that was happening.

Niall and Vivian were laughing at something on her phone. I shook my head and turned to my locker which was right next to Niall's. I took out my books and put the ones that I didn't need and shut my locker. I turned around to see Louis was missing and Harry was on his phone.

"Sheila!" I shrieked earning a couple of glares from the students in the hallway.

"What?" I turned to Viv. She was smirking at me. I wanted to wipe that smirk away.

"Why don't you go talk to him instead of staring at him like some kind of lovesick puppy."

"No thanks, I'm better off besides I'm sure he'll make some girl that isn't me really, really happy someday."

"Well, that girl could be you if you just go talk to him." She pushes me. I shake my head repeatedly panicking. She manages to push me straight into the locker next to him. I groan when my head bangs on the locker, which made the noise loud. I blush when all eyes turn to me including Harry's.

"Uh hi?"

"Hi. Okay bye!" I run straight back to Vivian who was watching me. When she sees me run to her, she facepalms.

I shrug and say goodbye to her and head to class. Spanish.

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Ring Ring

"Hello?"

"Sheila! Guess what."

"What?"

"I'm going to the x-factor."

And that is how my whole life changed. Technically not mines but these 5 idiots who went to school with me.

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Shake It Off Part 8

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Summary: YN decides to change careers, and she also finds trouble at her new job.

Warnings: stalker, danger, cussing, angst

Jensen, Danneel, YN, Jared, Gen, Gino, the kids.

“Happy birthday, sweetheart.” Jensen engulfed his oldest daughter in a hug.

“Thanks, Jensen,” she put her arm over his in appreciation.

“How’s it feel to be 40?” Jensen snickered. YN pushed him off of her with a laugh.

“Shut up, ass.”

“I love you.” 

“And I love me too. Now can we move on? I have a question,” YN turned to face him.

“Okay…” Jensen slowly said.

“Can I work at the brewery?”

“Umm. What?” Jensen froze, shocked by what he thought was a random question.

“I’m tired of sitting in front of a damn computer. Please?”

“What brought this on?”

“It’s the family business, I guess. I want to interact with people, and I want to be a part of something bigger than me.” YN shrugged. “If it’s stupid, you can forget it.”

“No, I don’t think it’s stupid. I am honored that you would even ask. I’m not sure what positions are open, honestly. You’ll have to ask Dee, Gino or one of the managers.”

“But you’re okay with the idea?”

“You’re hard-working and my daughter, so yeah. Duh,” he grinned. “Please ask them. I would love to see you there.”

—————-

“Thanks for the picture, Jensen!” A fan waved and walked toward the parking lot of the brewery.  

“No problem, sweetheart,” he smiled.

“Wow, you deal with that all the time?” YN walked up to him with her official brewery logo shirt on.  

Jensen laughed.

“Eh.  Sometimes.  They are always sweet.  I don’t mind.  How’s work?” Jensen side-hugged her as not to drop her computer out of her hand.

“Good.  I’m updating the website a little bit.”

“You’re already messing up what we set up?” He squeezed her tightly.  

“It’s not bad!  I’m just making it easier for the users, that’s all.”

“YN!” Gino called.

“Yeah?” She turned away from Jensen.  

“I need you to fix something.  Let your kid work, Jay,” the younger man smirked.

“Right, sorry.  Have a good day, sweetheart.”

“Bye, Jensen.”

________

“Sissy!” JJ ran up to YN at the end of the day.  “You work with Mommy, Daddy, and Uncle Gino?”

“Yeah, see?  That’s my name!” YN squatted down in the brewery storage room.  She pulled the lanyard around her neck so that JJ could read it.  

“Cool!”

“You ready to go home?  Mommy and Daddy left already.  You get to ride with me today!”

“Really?  Yeah!”

“Okay, come on.”

On the ride home, JJ sang to the Frozen soundtrack.  YN laughed and joined in all the way back to the Ackles’ house.  As the two pulled into the driveway, JJ nodded off to sleep.  YN parked and unbuckled her little sister. Her body limp, JJ reached for YN.

“You’re lucky you’re cute.  You’re too big for me to carry you,” YN grunted as she picked up the little girl.  After locking her car doors, YN carefully entered the house.  

“Oh, I’ll take her,” Jensen walked over to YN quietly.  

“I got her.  If you could through this stuff over there, I’d appreciate it,” YN maneuvered her shoulders so that her purse and laptop bag slid down her arm.  Jensen took the items and leaned them against the wall.  YN slowly carried JJ up the stairs.  “Let’s get you changed for bed.”

“No,” JJ whined. She resisted in her groggy state,

“Fine,” YN laughed.  “Get under your covers.  Good night, JJ.” YN kissed the little girl’s forehead.  

“Nigh-nigh, sissy.”

YN turned off JJ’s light and walked down the stairs.  

“Hey, YN!”  Jared stood up from the couch and walked toward her with a beer in his hand.  “How are you?” He wrapped his arms around her.

“Good, you?” She returned his hug with a squeeze around his waist. “I need one of those,” YN laughed.

“Here,” Jared walked to the fridge.

“No, I’m good.  I was being facetious. I don’t drink on work nights.”

“Oh.  Never mind then.” He shut the refrigerator.

“How you doing?” YN walked back with Jared to the couch.  

“Fine.  I’m finally through increasing my meds for the gazillionth time,” he huffed.  “The side-effects have been hard.”

“But you’re feeling better? More stable with the symptoms and all that?”

“Yeah. It’s good.”

“There you are!” Jensen and Danneel walked into the living room after changing into their pajamas.

Danneel hugged her and sat down next to YN.

“Good day?”

“Yeah. Everything's just new. But it’s good. I’m just tired.”

“Are you putting yourself first?” Jared asked sincerely.

“Yeah. I think so. Been working out. Just trying to balance the new schedule. Speaking of which, I need some sleep.” YN stood.

“It’s 9pm!” Jared laughed.

“I have to be up at 5! That’s eight hours. I need my beauty sleep. I don’t have makeup artists to make me look good.” She stuck her tongue out at them. “See you all tomorrow. Love you.”

————-

“What are you doing up so early?” YN trudged into the house to get some food. She saw Jensen sitting on a stool at the island.

“Couldn’t sleep. Thought I’d make you breakfast.” He rubbed his eyes.

“That’s sweet. Thanks.” He stood to grab some eggs from eggs from the fridge.  

The two talked about the brewery and how YN liked her job.  She explained that it was all still new and different,  but she enjoyed it overall.  

“Why are you going in so early? Gino doesn’t get there til midmorning.

“He said if I come in early, I can go home early.  So, if I go in at seven, I can leave at three unless something comes up.”

“No nine-to-five for you?” Jensen smirked.

“Nah.  Early bird.”

YN heard her phone ring.  She looked quizzically at Jensen.  When YN pulled out it out of her pocket, she saw Gen’s picture on the screen.

“What the hell?” She showed Jensen.  “Hey Gen, it’s early.  Is something wrong?”

“I’m in New York, but Jared is having a panic attack at home, and I can’t calm him down.  Are you home?”

“Oh, no.  Okay.  Yeah, I am.  Where are the kids?”

“In bed.  I called the nanny and asked her to get them to school.  She’s on her way.  I think Jared is still in our room, can you go check on him?”

“Absolutely.  Call you later.” YN hung up quickly.  “You wanna come?  Do you have a key to their house?” She asked Jensen.  

“Yeah. Dee’s here.  Let’s go.”

When they entered the master bedroom, Jared’s eyes were wide, and his body was frozen.  

“Hey, Jared,” YN said slowly and calmly.  “What happened?”

“Bad dream that I had a seizure,” Jared breathed shallowly.  “I think I’m okay though.”

“That’s good.  You need anything?” Jensen walked closer to his friend.  

“The kids…”

“Nanny’s coming.  Don’t worry about it.  Would you like for us to stay with you?” YN asked.

“Until the nanny comes,” he sighed.

“Okay.  No problem,” YN sat down in a chair near the bed.  Jensen did the same.  

“I think I’ll be okay though.”

“You’re doing great, buddy,” Jensen supported his friend.  

_________

“He’s fine. Jensen is with him. I had to go to work. He’s calm now.”

“”Good. Thank you,” Gen said through the car radio system.

“No problem. I’m at work, I gotta go,” YN said goodbye.

YN walked through the back of the brewery quickly after an urgent phone call to come in.

“What happened?”

Gino carried his laptop.

“We got hacked.”

“I just updated the security!”

“I know. I can’t tell you what happened,” Gino places his computer on the bar. “See?”  He turned his computer toward her as she dropped her personal belongings on the ground.

“Damn.” She brought his laptop closer to her. “What- the-”

“What?” Gino stood behind her to see what YN was looking at.

“The code.  The hack.  It was meant for me.”

“Again… what?” Gino grew frustrated.

“It’s a note for me.  It says I need to stay out of the way.”

“Of what?  That’s complicated and targeted. What did we get involved with?”

“I’m not sure, boss.  I’m not sure.”

________

“You aren’t serious?  What did you do?  You said you were going to upgrade it!” Jensen screamed over the phone.  

“It’s not my fault!  Someone is coming after me!  The code has my name in it!”

“Come home then.  You’ll be safe here.”

“I’m calling the cops,” Gino yelled across the dining room.  

“Gino is calling the police.  I can’t leave right now.”

“Fine.  Dee ran out to the store, so I’m the only one with the kids.”

“Gino’s here.  I’m sure he can handle it.”

“Promise me you’ll have Gino lock the gates to the property once the cops come. And you stay inside no matter what.”

“Jensen…”

“Do it!” Her dad yelled.  

“I’ll do it, promise.  I gotta go.  I can hear the sirens.  Thanks, Jensen.  I’ll be home as soon as I can.”

She hung up.  

______

“I’m home!” YN ran into the Ackles’ home.  She saw Danneel with tears in her eyes and Jensen solemnly standing next to her.  Danneel ran into YN’s arms and squeezed her tightly.  

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” Danneel looked her over and watched the younger one’s face.

“I’m okay.  I promise.  Are you okay?”

“I’m angry someone threatened you.  I’m so sorry.”

“I shouldn’t have let you work at the brewery.  This is my fault,” Jensen growled, protective of his daughter.  

“Don’t pull that shit.  You don’t get to blame yourself. Not now.  For whatever reason this happened, and I-” YN froze and her eyes went wide.  She started falling to the ground, but Danneel was able to catch her and guide her to the floor.  

“YN!” Jensen ran to stand over her.

“I think it’s the anxiety kicking in,” YN slowly whispered.  “I was doing okay, but-”

“Shh.  Can I lift you up and guide you to the couch?” Jensen asked his daughter.  

“Yes, please.”  Once Jensen got her comfortable, she said, “I’m okay.  I didn’t mean to scare you guys.  I’m sorry.”

“You are not going anywhere without somebody with you, you understand?” Danneel ordered.

“What?”

“Your life was basically threatened and now you’re anxious.  It’s just precautionary,” Danneel soothed.  

“I don’t need a babysitter,” YN groaned.  

“Yes.  Now you’re planted here until further notice,” Jensen demanded.  

“Whatever,” YN rolled her eyes.  She stood up and tried to exit the back door when Jensen slid between her and the door.  

“In OUR house.  Not the guest house.  You’re not going to be alone until we figure this out.”

“Seriously?” YN’s shoulders sagged.  “Can I go get some clothes, at least?”

“I’m coming with you,” he opened the door to exit the house.

“Ugh,” she dramatically groaned.

________

“You can take your old room if you want.  Just- please don’t go rogue.” Danneel smiled.  

“I won’t, promise.”

“What the hell happened?”

The ladies turned to see Jared stomping toward them.  

“Jared?”

“Somebody wants to hurt you.  Are you okay?” He put a hand on her arm.

“Yes, I’m fine.  I’m always fine.  Leave me alone.” YN pushed his hand off of her.  “I need a nap.  I’m exhausted.  I know you have to get the kids soon.  Please don’t tell them.  I don’t want them to be scared.”

“Yeah, go rest.  Don’t worry about the little ones,” Danneel assured her.  “Jared and I can go get the kids while Jensen stays here with you.”

“I’m fine- please.  I’ll stay in the house.”

“Get. Your Ass. Upstairs,” Jensen said lowly.  

“Whatever.  Warden.” 

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