#god his hand on her shoulder in gif 13 as he tries to stop her choking--esp the gentle hand in contrast to how frantic his face is

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Little Backstabber

Pairing: Max Verstappen x Wolff!Reader

Warning: Angst, angst just pure angst, some fluff, Max is a Toto apologist, the reader is just hurting, Max has no respect for that

Requested: Yes/No

Rating: PG-13

Words: 2.3K

A/N: Hahahahaha I’m sorry (not really)

Part 1: Little Traitor

Pt.3 Little Heartbreaker

Breaking News: Max Verstappen and Y/N Wolff Announce Their Engagement 

Toto stares out the window as Susie reads the newspaper out loud during breakfast. Laying the newspaper down, she gazes at her husband as he doesn't say a word, not even turning to acknowledge what she has read. 

"Toto, maybe tell her how happy you are for her?" Susie mumbles over her coffee cup, which has his eyes cut to her. 

"I called my daughter a slut; she doesn't want to hear from me. But, can you?" He asks, laying his glasses down as he rubs his eyes. 

"No, I will not." Susie snips, sitting her cup down harshly. 

He just nods, not preaching the topic anymore since it's been a strain between them. 

"Y/n? Angel? Where are you?" Max yells, seeing your boxes piled up in his place, but it doesn't make him angry; pride and other cavemen's feelings cover his mind as he stops seeing you in the kitchen. 

You danced in the kitchen wearing a Redbull shirt and dark blue panties, clearly, nothing else. Hair is thrown up, and you are just enjoying yourself.  

"God, I love you." He whispers, still not letting you know he is home. Home. It was weird for you to call this place home, but it felt right. 

You spin around but stop halfway to seeing the figure and scream. 

Max laughs, which calms you down immediately, knowing it is your fiance and not some stranger. You hold your chest, trying to calm down as he just reduces to giggles walking up to you, pulling your hands gently. You let him pull your body into his, both bodies molding perfectly in the hug as he whispers comforting words. 

"You scared me." You laugh, rubbing his back as his chest shakes yours with his laugh again. 

"Oh het spijt me, zat gewoon naar mijn bloedmooie verloofde te staren." (Oh I'm sorry, was just staring at my gorgeous fiancee) He laughs making you slap his chest. 

You've started to perfect your Dutch after Max proposed to you; you had always spoken Dutch, but not comfortably, and now you could converse with him. 

"The press released our engagement announcement today. It's in the newspapers." He mumbles, leaning back slightly to kiss your forehead. 

"Yes, I know. Susie sent her congratulations." Your tone sour. 

After everything with your father, you refused to go anywhere near Mercedes, even keeping away from Lewis and Geroge, who sided with your father. Your stepmother tried her best, but you didn't want to talk to them, much less think about them. Max makes a noise but doesn't say anything. There have been multiple arguments about your family and what to do regarding the wedding. You didn't want them there, no invitations or anything. Why should people who constantly let you down throughout your life be welcomed to the day of embracing your new one? 

"Don't, Max." You noted the noise and pulled away from him, returning to the counter and fixing lunch for the both of you. 

"I just......he's your father. He should be there when we're married." He groans, pulling his hair slightly with annoyance. 

"No." Is all you say, making Max drop the conversation and look over your shoulder at what you're preparing. He smiles, seeing the potatoes, onion, carrot, and cabbage beside the smoked sausages. 

"You're making Stamppot?" He asks, dropping his head to kiss your shoulder, able to see the tension fade away. 

"Yes, it's slightly chilly out, and I figured it'd be good and healthy since you can't eat certain foods." You mumble, trying to get around your irritation with Max. 

"I'm sorry." He whispers, touching your wrist and stopping you from chopping the cabbage. 

"Just, why can't you understand? You were able to work out your issues with your father, but mine? I can't. So stop." You pull your wrist away from his fingers and continue chopping the cabbage. 

Max nods his head and walks away, heading to his Sim. Hearing his footsteps enter the den, you drop your head and stare at the gorgeous ring on your finger. It's a stunning natural blue sapphire with a daisy oval shape, little diamonds aline it, with a gold band holding it all together. Max had the ring specially crafted for you; he had the idea of the ring for a while now. He knew you weren't big on diamonds, so he set on a sapphire. Cliche, but he picked one closest to the RB color, a final stamp to show people that you were his and you weren't going anywhere. 

You loved the ring, Max, and your little life together. It terrified you that if your father came back into your life, to your wedding. He'd ruin it all. Shaking off the evil thoughts, you get back to cooking the lunch. Time passes with you cooking and listening to Max curse the Sim, potting the Stamppot. You gently carry Max's bowel to him and sit it on the desk. 

Max pauses it immediately and turns around in his chair, looking up at you; from the look on his face, he clearly has something to say. 

"If it's about my father, keep it to yourself." You warn, Max automatically turning back around to the Sim and hitting play. 

"I think you'll regret it." Max mumbles, but you ignore the comment and head to the bedroom sitting on the bed. 

You reach under the bed, pull out this little black box, and open it, your father and your smiling face greeting you. You kept all your childhood pictures of your father or postcards from when he was traveling around the world. Each one had his familiar writing on the back, each word etched into your brain. Each praise, love, how much he loved you, missed you, couldn't wait to see you. Where did it all go wrong? Why did he leave you? Why weren't you worthy or made him proud enough? Why? 

Swallowing the tears, you put the lid back on and slide it back under the bed. Max stands at the cracked door, watching you hide the box, the one you thought he knew nothing of. He knew your father should be at the wedding, he knew that's what you wanted, but you couldn't see past your anger and hurt. Max understood, but he knew the best for the both of you would be inviting Toto to the wedding. 

Stepping away from the door, he grabs his phone and pulls up Toto's number. Don't ask why he has it. He just does. 

You're invited to the wedding, don't fuck up this opportunity; see you on July 1st at 7 pm at Hotel de Paris.

Max hits sent and watches as the text is read automatically. The 3 bubbles pop up and then go away. This continues for about 15 minutes until the text returns, making Max scuff slightly, but glad to see Toto answered. 

Thank you for the invite, we'll be there.

Clearly, Suise was helping the man answer the text, but in the end, Toto gave his curt answer, and that was that. Max wasn't going to tell you what he had done, but he knew that you'd come around in time for the wedding and invite Toto and Suise, but it was his secret for now. Of course, telling Toto you had no idea he was invited doesn't occur to him, but he'll worry about that later. 

"Baby?" Max yells down the hall, and you emerge quickly, worried something is wrong. 

"What?" You ask, looking around the apartment, ready for an issue, but all he sees is Max sitting on the couch. 

"I apologize. I know the relationship with your father isn't like mine, and I should leave it be, and I will. No more talk about it. I'll let you go at your own pace. But just know, if we have kids, he needs a chance, and that's all I'm saying on the topic." Max sighs, catching his breath from his little rant. 

"I love you." You whisper, walking over and kissing him. Max smiles and pulls you down, having you lay on top of him. 

At this moment, everything was perfect, until 4 weeks later. 

You're walking home when you see a present sitting at your door, you weren't expecting a package so you look at the address and see it was from Susie. Sighing, you lean down and pick it up. Shocked by the weight, you stumble into the place and set it on the coffee table. Opening the box, you pull out the brown paper and freeze, seeing what is in the box. 

There was a transparent glass collage of you and Max lined with your favorite flowers, and on the bottom were gold words engraved. 

If I were the moon, I would want you to be my night

You stare at the words, knowing those words deeply. Your father always wrote quotes on the back of your postcards. This was the last quote he wrote you before it all fell apart. You pick up one of the smaller boxes with shaky hands and open it. You can't help the tears that start to fall. 

It was this small tiara, but not any tiara. It was a baroque crystal pearl tiara with very two rows of diamonds; on the top, pearls sat on top. It was gorgeous, but you felt your inner child's heartbreak. He remembered. When you were younger, you and your father walked past this old antique boutique in the front window and sat this same tiara; it was crazy expensive. You didn't even tell Toto that you wanted the tiara; you just stared at it and then kept walking down the street. But he did remember, after dropping you off at your mother's, he circled back and bought it. He kept it for the day you'd get married and thought he would hand it to you in person, telling you how much he loved you and was proud of the woman you've become, but instead.....he had to send it to you through a box. 

Sitting down, you grab the last box, opening it as a watch for Max. On the back was the first date you two ever had. But, the inscription was in Toto's handwriting. How he knew it that date was beyond your knowledge. Something catches your eye, making you sit the watch down to pick it up. It was a card. 

Opening the card, you scan the words, but one sentence catches your attention. 

Thank you for the invitation, we can't wait to see you and Y/n tie the knot. Much love from Susie and Toto

You stare at the words before they dawn on you. Max. He invited them. After you told him you didn't want them there, he still asked them and did it without notifying you. Time passed by you, and nothing made you move until you heard Max's keys in the door.  

"Hey love, I'm home!" Max called, having a great day. He couldn't wait to see you. 

Walking into the living room, he smiles brightly seeing you but stops seeing the emotionless look on your face. He looks at the box and then back to you before you slam the card down, finally looking at him. 

"You bastard." You whisper, shaking your head. You feel this hot rage boiling inside you, but your throat gets tighter and tighter with each passing of time. 

"He's your father." He whispers, knowing what the box means. Toto must've sent a gift or something and probably told you on a card that he was invited. 

"He LEFT ME!" You scream, moving away from the box to stand before Max. 

"You both left each other! Why can't you see that he's been trying!" Max snaps, tired of this back-and-forth argument. 

"I was 14. What do you want from me, Max? He was the adult; he should've tried. It's not my job!" You yell, not wanting to talk about this anymore. 

"When he reached out to you, we were 16, we had just had our first date, and he called you. You didn't answer the phone and said you'd call him back. But you never did. That showed him you didn't care anymore. Why would he try with someone who didn't even try either." Max argues. This shocks you. How could someone who not even 6 months ago defend you against your father was now being his most prominent advocate. 

"Be..because I was a kid." You retort, lost for words. 

"See, you can't tell me why you're still angry at him. We're adults, Y/n, let the past be the past." Max sighs, running his fingers through his hair before reaching for you. 

You pull away from his reach; hurt and rejection shatter Max's face as he slowly drops his arms. You take a few deep breaths, fiddling with the ring. Max watches, panic overtaking any sense he has. 

"Don't, don't do this." He whispers, staring at the ring on your finger. 

"How can I marry someone who doesn't respect my wishes, someone who defends the man who called me a slut. The person who made me feel less of myself my entire life, and here the person who is supposed to protect, stand by me, and love me, defends them. How can I marry you after this?" You ask, pulling the ring off. 

"No, please, Y/n, don't." Max breaks. He can't keep it together anymore as he watches you sit the ring before him. Tears slide down his face as he watches you grab your shoes and keys. 

"Don't leave me, don't please. Not again." He whispers, grabbing you as you try to hide your own tears. 

"You betrayed me." You whisper, pulling yourself out of his hold and walking out the door. As you close the door, all you hear is a scream and glass shattering as you walk away from the love of your life. 

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Hello! Love your writing! I was reading through the prompts and I think #4 and #7 would be awesome for Chan with y/n.

If you’re still doing drunk confessions. I think 4 and 13 for Channie would be so apt. He would be taking care of reader when they’ve had too much and they just word vom (as well as real vom) their feelings.

Hi!! I don’t know if you are still doing the drunk prompts, but if you are I think #4 "I would love to hear those words in any other place than this bathroom, holding your hair back” would be great with Chan. I think it would be really cute to have him saying those words to someone because that seems so him, but whatever works! I just love reading your stuff! 💕

number 4 with channie was requested a lot so i combined all of the prompts together. i do hope you like it!! thank you again for requesting 💓

feedback is greatly appreciated 🥰

4. "I would love to hear those words in any other place than this bathroom, holding your hair back."

7. "Don't tell my sober me that I told you I love you. It was a secret."

13. "Say that again after two coffees at least, and I will be yours."

"Have you seen Channie?" You drunkenly ask your friend, glancing around the packed bar. She stands on her toes and begins to look for him as well, resting her hand on your forearm.

"I think he's by the bar, babe. You okay?" She checks in with you, and you meet her gaze.

You nod your head yes before placing a kiss on her cheek. "I'm good! I'm gonna go find him," you giggle and pat her shoulder.

She gives you a smile as you walk closer towards the bar. You swivel your head around at the sound of Chan's laugh, attempting to pinpoint where it came from.

The man in question sits with Changbin at the end of the bar. A smile comes to your lips as you quickly rush to them. You rest your hands on Chan's shoulders as soon as you reach them.

"Channie! There you are," you grin and slide your hands across his chest. Chan giggles at your affection, his fingers gliding along your arm.

"Were you looking for me?" He questions you with a laugh, turning his head to the side.

You nod your head, letting it rest on his shoulder. "Wanna take a couple of shots?" You ask him with a slight smirk.

"You know I don't drink, sweetheart," Chan sighs, tapping your arm gently.

A pout comes to your lips as you lift your head. "Just one?" You try to convince, hanging on him like he's a tree.

Chan shakes his head and releases a quick sigh. "You know I won't," he sings, moving to wrap his arm around your waist.

"Fine, fine," you whisper.

Changbin leans towards you, tapping your arm. "I'll take a shot with you," he says with a smile, and your eyes light up.

"Yeah!?" You gasp, tripping over your feet as you rush towards the younger member.

Channie saves you from falling over, his grip on you tightening. "Maybe we should stop for the night," he tries to stop you, glancing towards his member.

"No! Just one more?!" You beg, resting an arm on Changbin.

"One more," Chan points before wagging his finger. "And then we go home, okay?"

You nod excitingly and turn to face Changbin. The two of you high-five one another before he orders two shots of tequila. The bartender sets two shots in front of you, and you quickly grab one.

After Changbin pays for it, he raises his shot glass towards you. "Cheers!" He shouts, startling you slightly before downing the liquor.

You slam the shot glass onto the bartop, releasing a low groan. "God, I hate tequila," you cry out with a laugh.

Chan chuckles and rests his hands on your shoulders. "Come on. Say goodbye," he reminds you softly.

You say goodbye to Changbin, and Chan leads you out of the bar. You fish your phone out from your pocket, texting your friend that you left safely.

Chan keeps you steady until you reach the vehicle. He opens the door for you, keeping his hand nearby in case you need help. He shuts the door after you buckle yourself in before rushing towards the other side.

He gives you a small smile after buckling his seatbelt. The vehicle begins to move, and you rest your head against the seat. Chan texts the group chat he has with the members, informing him that he's left with you.

A blush dusts his cheeks as they start making comments about the two of you being alone together. He rolls his eyes before putting his phone away, turning his head to look at you.

"Are you feeling alright?" Chan asks you, his hand gently touching your cheek.

"I'm a little nauseous," you say quietly, trying not to think about vomiting.

Chan pouts and checks the navigation. "We'll be home in ten minutes," he informs you, moving some of your hair out of your face. "Take deep breaths for me, okay?"

You nod your head, inhaling deeply through your nose. You exhale from your lips, keeping your eyes shut. You continue to take deep breaths for the remainder of the drive.

Chan helps you out of the back seat once the vehicle is parked. Another groan leaves your lips as soon as you stand up straight. You lean your head on Chan's shoulder while the two of you walk into the building.

"Almost there, sweetheart," he whispers to you, his free hand gently rubbing your back.

The urge to throw up doesn't hit you until you're standing outside his apartment door. You place a hand over your mouth and smack Chan's arm.

"Hurry, please," you sob.

Chan's movements speed up at the sound of your voice. He quickly unlocks the front door, allowing you to run inside. You rush into the bathroom, falling to your knees before you violently throw up.

Tears stream down your cheeks, and heavy pants leave your lips. Chan combs his fingers through your hair, holding it out of your face. You throw up again, and Chan immediately rubs your back.

"I'm sorry," you groan, resting your forehead against your hand.

He giggles from behind you and gently scratches your back. "It's okay, baby. You're okay," Chan reassures you.

You feel well enough to rest your back against the wall. Chan moves to kneel in front of you, setting one of his hands on your knee. "I love you," you whisper, touching his fingers gently.

His heart jumps in his chest at your confession. Chan flips his hand over and laces his fingers with yours. "You know," he starts, the smile on his lips widening, "I would love to hear those words in any other place than this bathroom, holding your hair back."

A laugh comes from your lips, your eyes staying glued on your intertwined fingers. "I shouldn't have told you that," you mumble, tapping his hand with your thumb. "Don't tell sober me that I told you I love you. It was a secret."

Chan giggles and nods his head. "I won't say a word," he zips his lips.

-

The sun abruptly wakes you from your slumber. A groan leaves your lips while raising a hand to block the sun. You shift your body to face the opposite direction when Chan walks into the room.

"Morning," he whispers to you with a smile.

You smile fondly at him. "Morning, Channie."

He places a cup of coffee on the nightstand before crouching down. "How are you feeling?" Chan asks with a concerned look in his eyes.

"I've got a huge headache, but other than that, I'm okay," you tell him, hugging the pillow.

"That's good, baby," he grins and rubs your forearm. Your heart pounds against your chest as the two of you stare at one another. Chan brings his hand to your face, stroking your cheek with his thumb. "I love you."

Your eyes flutter shut at his words. "Say that again after two coffees at least, and I will be yours," you mumble, opening your eyes again.

Chan giggles but nods his head in agreement. He stands back up and hands you the coffee mug. "Come out when you're ready," he tells you before kissing your forehead.

~

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“You Used To Love Me” Michael Gray Fan Fiction - Chapter 13

Well hi *I wave sheepishly from behind the computer screen*

Let me start by saying I am so so sorry that the conclusion of this story took so long - I have barely been writing for a really long time. 

But this story and doing it justice has always been in the back of my mind, and I finally got myself to finish it for all of you who have been so loyal and patient.

Here is the final Chapter of You Used To Love Me.

All my love, I hope you enjoy x 

Besides the obvious shock at seeing him at such a fucking inopportune time, his presence sends an immediate chill down my spine. 

I have to physically close my eyes to try and rid my mind of the thoughts and flashbacks to the other night, when he kissed me. When we kissed each other. 

The room collectively falls silent. No one tries to stutter over their words. No one tries to save the moment with some excuse. Just pure silence. All of us processing what has just unfolded. That is until Gina finally speaks. 

“Well, I guess the gig is up” she says, almost laughing. 

I don’t even look at her. My eyes are just glued to Michael. I watch his face contort into 100 different shades of confusion. 

When no one else speaks, when nothing is elaborated, he looks back and forth between all of us, searching desperately for an answer. 

“Izzy?” He says my name, his tone just begging me for an answer. 

“This isn’t on her…” Gina begins, standing up slowly from the floor and straightening her dress “I’m pregnant, Michael” 

And just like that, the bomb is dropped. But that’s not even the worst of it. My heart aches inside my chest, knowing that it’s about to get so much worse for Michael. 

I didn’t think it was possible, but somehow the air in the room grows heavier. 

My whole body tenses at I wait to see Michael’s reaction. 

He doesn’t know it’s not his yet. 

He runs his eyes over her, covering his mouth in shock when he finally notices the small baby bump just beginning to show through her dress. 

“Oh my god” he runs a hand through his hair, his hands trembling.

He doesn’t speak, he just shakes his head in disbelief. No excitement. No joy at the thought of having his own child. And that says it all. He isn’t happy. This is not the life he wanted for himself. 

Part of me want’s to tell him about Gina’s infidelity. To tell him that he is not having a child. That he is not going to be stuck raising a child with a woman he doesn’t love. But before I can even find the words, his head stops shaking and his brows furrow. Like a lightbulb switched on in his mind. Like something clicked. It’s like I can see him mind doing back flips as he realises that something doesn’t add up. 

He looks back up at Gina, who is chewing at her bottom lip nervously. She is also waiting for the other shoe to drop. 

Like she said, Michael is smart. It won’t be long before it dawns on him, and I know she does not want that moment to unfold before all of us, here in this room. 

“I would like a moment alone with my husband” Gina says quickly, as she looks over at Polly and I. She knows Michael is starting to catch on to what he knows deep down inside. This is not his baby. 

I take her queue to leave immediately, reaching for Polly’s hand. “Come on Pol, let’s go make some tea yeah?” I say, locking eyes with her and nodding towards the doorway. 

Polly’s catches on, and she takes my hand as we both make our way out of the room. As we exit I quickly glance back over my shoulder to find Michael looking at me gravely, before Gina closes the door behind us.

Polly and I walk downstairs and into the kitchen in complete silence. I start making tea, but Polly touches my arm.

“This is not a time for tea… I’ll get the whisky”

I nod. I’m like a soldier with shell shock. I can barely speak. I can barely move as I lower my body stiffly into a chair at the dining table. 

I’m straining with all my might to hear the conversation going on upstairs between Gina and Michael, but it’s eerily quiet. 

I know what she is telling him now is being said in hushed voices. 

Polly slides a hefty glass of Whiskey in my direction, and tasting the bitter drink is the only thing that brings me out of my frozen trance. 

“Michael’s not going to be a father” she says out of the blue, with her face all knowing, as though she has read the room and understands the situation. 

“No” I affirm her suspicions, although she already knows without me needing to “No he’s not” 

“One day” Polly responds, holding eye contact with me.

I’ve always known Polly has senses. Everyone in the Shelby family knows. Hell, everyone in fucking town knows. She see’s things. Feels them. She know’s Michael will one day be a father. I’m not psychic and even I knew that. He has a way with children. He’s wonderful with them. And in this moment, I know exactly who she thinks he will be having children with. I know what she’s insinuating. 

I almost jump straight out of my seat when I few minutes later, I hear footsteps coming down the staircase. 

I quickly sink the rest of my whiskey, as Gina and Michael enter the dining room. 

“I’m taking Gina to the hospital, I’ll be back later. Tell Tommy we have to reschedule our meeting to another day” 

Michael is holding his cap in his hands, gripping it so tight that his knuckles have gone white. But they’re not as white as his face. I can’t tell if he looks like he’s seen a ghost, or if he is the ghost. 

Gina looks down at the floor, then up at the ceiling. Basically anywhere but at our faces. 

Polly nods, knowing that now is not the time to have words with either of them. I’m actually impressed with how civil she is being towards Gina in this moment. In light of the severity of the situation. 

Michael ushers Gina out the front door, and moments later the cars wheels turn on the gravel and make their way out of the street. 

Polly and I sit in silence, drinking for a little bit longer, until everything catches up with me. The whiskey, the sleeplessness, the bomb that was just dropped. 

Without saying much, Polly and I hug goodbye. She holds on a little longer than usual, and before we depart she gives me a knowing smile. 

I know what she’s thinking. I know she can tell something happened between Michael and I.

But I can’t let my brain run off with the possibilities. I don’t know what is going to happen between us. 

Even with Gina now possibly out of the picture, there’s a lot that has gone on between Michael and I. I still carry the pain, nursing it in my arms every day since he left for America, and came back with another woman. I don’t know what he could ever say to fix that.

And then there’s the possibility that he stays with her, despite the news. Which might just send me over the edge. Truly into a place of no return.

I wander the streets in the short walk back to my apartment, where I pour myself another drink when I arrive. 

I don’t know why, but I sit by the window. Waiting, I guess. Hoping that he might show up. Maybe even part of me is hoping that he doesn’t. But still, I can’t pull myself away. 

I have so many errands, so many jobs to do. But I can’t move on. I spend the rest of the day worrying about him. Picturing him at the hospital, sitting by Gina’s bedside. Supporting her on what might be the worst day of this life thus far. I picture his face when he found out she was pregnant. The horror and fear that he was trying to disguise. 

He didn’t have the glow of someone who just found out their wife is having a baby. 

By the time night falls, and dusk gives way, I have bitten my nails down to the quick without even noticing. 

Feeling horrid and heavy with anxiety, I decide to drag my sleep deprived body into the shower. It’s a peaceful moment, and I start to feel like I could finally settle into bed when someone knocks at my door as I’m getting changed into my night gown.

I catch myself in the mirror for a moment, willing myself to be strong, because I already know who it is standing at my door without even having to open it. 

As I make my way to my visitor, I run over 100 speeches that I have planned in my head. But once I grab that handle and pull it open, the chatter in my head falls silent. 

Michael Grey. 

He stands in the door way, a look of relief washing over his face as though he didn’t think I would actually answer him. 

Of course I would. 

He opens his mouth to speak, inhaling deeply, but the words never follow. With this much history between two people, it’s impossible to know where to begin.

He looks like he’s been to hell and back. 

“Sorry” he stammers, snapping himself out of his trance “Your door was unlocked, but I didn’t want to just walk in-”

“It’s always been unlocked” I breathe, knowing that I’ve kept a lot of parts of me unlocked, incase there was a moment where Michael Grey decided to wander back in. Just like he has right now. 

He nods, understanding what I meant immediately.

“Can I come in?” He begins “I can go if you want, I just…”

He looks so small in this moment. He’s the most timid and sheepish I have ever seen him.

“Of course” I nod, stepping aside to let him in.

We move about my apartment in silence, as we both take a seat at my dining table. When he does, he places his elbows on the table and rests his head in his hands. 

Without even needing to ask, I pour us both a drink.

“I figured if I need one of these you probably do too”

I looks up at me gratefully as I place the glass in front of him and he takes a swig. 

“How is she?” I ask, nervous to actually address the situation at hand. But I know there’s no way around it. We’re not going to talk about the fucking weather. 

“They’re uh, they’re going to keep her overnight until she’s got her hydration back”

There’s silence for a moment before he continues, and he looks as if he’s not able to believe what he’s about to say.  

“Then she’s going home”

My heart jumps and skips over a few beats, making me feel unsteady as I realise what he just said.

Gina is leaving. 

“We’re done” he says, and I suddenly take note of the fact that he’s not wearing his wedding ring. 

“Michael I’m sorry-” I begin, but falter when it comes to finishing my sentence.

I am sorry. But the truth is that I’m fucking relieved. Relieved for Michael. Relieved for myself. Relieved that I don’t have to watch him raise a child with someone else right in front of my eyes when it was supposed to be me. 

“It’s okay” he nods “Her and I we weren’t… I didn’t love her Izzy” 

I knew this whole time. I want to scream it from the rooftops. I want to scream it at him. I want to ask what possessed him to act that way for so long. 

I want to ask him who he loves. I want to ask him if it’s still me. 

“It still hurts though” I say instead, trying to keep my wits about me. And that is the truth. He is still in pain. 

“Yeah well I had that coming didn’t I” he almost laughs to himself, shaking his head. 

He looks up at me, bearing himself. He knows what he did was wrong. And he knows as far as karma goes, he was now getting his. 

“I’ve done so many things wrong… Everything got so out of control Iz” I notice his knee is bouncing rapidly beneath the table. 

I hold my breath, so much so that I begin to feel light headed and my chest begins to burn.

“We don’t have to talk about this if you don’t want to” he says once he notices my speechlessness, “I just owe you an explanation. I owe you that much” 

I nod, giving him the go ahead. The green light of redemption. 

We’re on the edge of the moment. The moment I’ve been waiting for for months. 

“You know I don’t even know why you let me in, you’re always so kind, so good. Too fucking good. After everything” 

His chest rises and falls beneath his shirt and vest, growing faster with every second as he gets himself more and more worked up over the train wreck of his life. 

“You know I can’t get the look on your face out of my head, from the day that you saw me and Gina. The day I came back and told you to leave me alone. It fucking haunts me Izzy. Because I didn’t want it. But when you’re in too deep…” He shakes his head, as his words just keep pouring out frantically “I thought it was the only way… the only way to deal with what I had done. I couldn’t even look at Gina. I couldn’t even touch her. So I thought if I forgot about you, that I could move on”

“Did you?” Are the only words I can utter, as the lump in my throat swells, almost cutting off my voice completely. 

“Never. Fucking never” 

I had built this moment up in my head for so long. 

What I would say to him. 

How I would teach him a lesson. 

How I would show him what he had done to me. 

That he can’t get away with doing that to a person.

I had rehearsed how I would make him get on his knees and beg for my forgiveness.

Make him explain himself until he was blue in the face.

Until I was satisfied. 

I wait for that feeling to come, the rage, but it never does.

Instead, I stay silent as he takes a deep breath to steady himself. His eyes are welling up, threatening to spill over as he continues to explain.

“I lost my way over there. I was losing my fucking mind without you. I got drunk, Gina was forceful. One thing led to another and I woke up next to her one morning. Then I couldn’t get rid of her. I was doing business with her family, and it’s like she saw something she wanted and would stop at nothing to get it. That’s when I stopped contact with you… I couldn’t bring myself to talk to you. To face what I had done”

The first tear falls onto his freckled cheeks, but he wipes it quickly. 

“I was going to cut her off before I came back home, but she threatened that she would cut off the deal between Shelby Limited and her Uncles if I left her. She threatened fucking horrible things to the people I loved Izzy, you have no idea” His voice is panicked as he recalls every last detail, and I can see the flashbacks taking their toll on him. 

“Her family and her people, they’re something we’ve never dealt with before…She begged me to let her come with me. I was in way over my fucking head. And so I had to pretend. I didn’t want her to sink her claws into you too. I didn’t want anything to happen to you. I didn’t want you involved. So I had to pretend like I fucking hated you when all I wanted was to come crawling home to you”

By now, one tear had led to another, and he was no longer wiping them away. His eyes red, his cheeks drowning. 

Unable to keep swallowing the lump in my own throat, I abandon all control over my own emotions, and my own eyes spill over with tears. 

“You could have told me” my voice scrapes out of my throat “You could have told me what was happening”

He shakes his head “I wanted to protect you, and I had to break you in order to do that. And I’m so fucking sorry” 

The feeling comes again, where I’m certain I should be screaming at him right now. Cursing him for everything he put me through. 

But I can’t. After all this time, after everything. I just can’t. 

I still love him. 

My small, shaking hand glides across the top of the dining table, and lays gently over the top of his. 

Of course it did. We’re like magnets, him and I. We’ve never been able to keep away from each other. 

My touch has an immediate effect on him, as his breathing begins to calm.

But in an unexpected turn, he holds my hand and brings it up to his lips. His eyes close as he places a kiss on the back of my hand, and then another one on the soft, sensitive skin of my inner wrist. 

This is something we used to do all the time, and right now, it’s like he doesn’t realise what he’s doing. Muscle memory takes over. 

“You’re fucking stupid Michael Grey” I sniffle “I should hate you. I should fucking hate you” 

“Do you?” He asks, still holding onto my hand like it’s his only lifeline. 

I stare back at him for a moment, before I feel my head start to shake in response.

“Never” 

I feel a pull on my arm, as I realise he’s pulling my closer to him. 

And I don’t resist. 

Our bodies creep closer, slowly then all at once as we collide. His arms wrap around me fiercely, engulfing me. My arms wrap around his torso, and I make no mistakes about holding him tight. 

It’s almost crushing, suffocating, the way we are clinging onto one another. 

I can’t breathe, or cry, or laugh. I can’t move. And I don’t want to. 

His hand holds the back of my head, and I bury it into the crook of his neck. 

“I’m so sorry” he apologises, his voice muffled as his face presses into my skin “I’m so fucking sorry” 

I could have stayed like that forever, but he pulls back holding my face in his hands as he looks down at me.

“I love you” he begins, his breath tickling my face “I don’t know if that’s okay with you, but I still love you. Izzy. I never stopped” 

I look up at him, our breaths slowing and steadying, until we’re breathing in synchronicity. 

“I still love you the same as the day I met you” I shake my head, but I can feel the smallest of smiles begin to creep onto my lips “I love you Michael” 

“Yeah?” He asks one more time, as if he doesn’t believe it yet. 

“Yes, you fucking idiot” I exhale a laugh, unable to stop the smile now “I love you”

He beams back down at me, his head lowering until his lips meet mine. 

He’s slow, this time. Unsure. Gentle. As if this moment might fall away and escape him if he makes one wrong move. 

But I can’t hold back any longer. 

I kiss him back, pressing my body even harder against his, which I hadn’t thought was possible. 

I expect a ravenous kiss to follow, for clothes to start falling off our bodies and to gravitate our way towards my bedroom.

But after he returns a tender kiss, he pulls away. 

“Wait” he breathes

“You okay?” I pant, biting down on my lip. 

“Can we wait…” he whispers nervously “I don’t want you to think this is all I want. I just want to talk to you. Stay up all night talking like we used to. God I missed you so much”

My chest warms up, as I realise he really means it. That he doesn’t want me to get the wrong impression. That he missed my body, but more than that, he missed me. 

“Of course” I coo “I would like that” 

He presses his lips to mine one last time, then plants a few soft kisses across my nose and cheeks. Just like he used to. 

We lead each other to the bedroom, and flop down next to each other, taking in the days events. And how the hell we ended up here. 

It doesn’t take long for the conversation to start, as we turn to face each other. 

He caresses my face the whole time, stroking my cheek with his thumb gently. 

It’s all so familiar, and right now in our little bubble, it’s like no time has passed between us at all. Like no hearts were ever broken. 

We talk for hours, neither of us ever feeling tired for a moment. We laugh, getting carried away and wrapped up in each others. Sometimes we cry. He apologises more times than I can keep count. We hold each other. Sometimes I want to ask him to pinch me, to make sure I’m not still concussed from earlier in the week and imagining all of this. That I’m not going to wake up and realise it wasn’t real. That he won’t be taken away from me again. 

We talk about how things used to be.

We talk about the future.

Eventually at some point in the early hours of the morning, once our voices are tired and we can’t keep our eyes open any longer, we fall asleep. 

When I wake, I’m alone, but next to me I can see the indent of where Michael had been next to me the night before.

My heart starts to race as I become more aware.

He’s left. He’s gone again. 

I’m almost carried away into a full panic attack, when something snaps me out of it. The sound of the radio coming from somewhere in the house.

Wondering if someone is here, or if I just left it on, I wrap myself in a robe and make my way into the heart of my apartment. 

And there he is. 

Fixing up breakfast, still in his clothes from the night before. Humming along to the radio. 

He doesn’t even realise I’m there for a few moments, and I’m glad I have some time to process this all to myself.

I had thought I’d never see this scene again. Maybe in my memories, but never in real life. 

Michael, in my kitchen, making us breakfast on a cold morning. 

My chest floods with warmth.

I didn’t realise how I felt like I had been holding my breath up until this moment, and how now I can finally exhale. 

“Morning” he greets me when I he catches me standing there out of the corner of his eye “Sorry, I just thought I’d make you some breakfast, or at least coffee” 

“Thank you” I smile, as I force myself to hurry up and adjust to the moment. 

“You still like your eggs the same?”

“Absolutely” I smile, endeared by him asking. 

He holds out a hand, and I take it, as he reels me in towards his body. 

“If this is too much just tell me” he says softly, checking in with where I’m at right now “Is this okay?” 

I can tell he’s still unsure. Unsure of whether I’m going to tell him to leave. To get out. That the mistakes are unforgivable and that we can never get it back. 

But the truth, that I can feel in my core, is that what we had never really left. 

I run a hand through his hair, and he closes his eyes briefly, taking in the sensation. 

“I think so” I nod, and he perks up, his eyes look hopeful and bright again “I thought you had left” I admit, revealing why I looked so startled just now.

“No chance” he shakes his head “I’m here. I’m yours”

And I believe him.

It’s a pivotal moment.

Standing on the edge and letting yourself jump. 

I know it will take time. And I know he will work every day to prove it to me. 

But I choose to trust him.

In whatever way that means right now.

I am his.

I always have been. And I always will.

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[capypub]

Without Warning - Mafia!Joel Miller EPILOGUE

Mafia!Joel Miller x OFC

Rating: PG-13 (sweet and fluffy but you already know there's some swears)

Summary: Everyone gathers to celebrate Ellie's birthday.

AN: Might make some head cannon/blurb type continuations to this, nothing super plot heavy. Send in any requests/ideas for these two if you got 'em (smutty and non-smutty)!

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He’d take the headache of another raid on his supplies over his current situation - arguing with Tommy over some damn birthday balloons. 

“It’s not centered,” Tommy grumbled, glaring up at his older brother with a defiant scowl. 

Joel slowly counted backwards from ten, a little thing his wife had introduced to him so he’d stop yelling at his men so much.

“Yes it is.” Joel exhaled slowly through his nose. “You wanna get a level, for fuck’s sake?”

They continued glaring for a solid minute before Tommy smirked, glancing over his shoulder, causing Joel’s scowl to deepen. 

“Don’t,” the older man warned.

“Indi, sweetheart, come ‘ere for a second, please?!” Tommy yelled across the yard, barely dodging a punch in the arm.

Joel rolled his eyes, smacking the back of his hand against his brother’s head just before his wife stopped in front of them. “Really?”

“What’s up?” she asked sweetly, that bright smile as stunning as her wedding ring, which reflected off the mid-afternoon sunlight.

“Joel says the arch is centered and I think it’s not, he won’t admit his vision is finally crappin’ out on him,” Tommy explained, that boyish smile making Joel roll his eyes again as his brother tried to persuade his wife.

God, he loved saying that. His wife.

“Well, I think it looks great, guys,” she shrugged, assessing their work, “It is centered…just not in the right place.” She glanced at Joel. “The balloon arch is for the back door, Tommy,” she said gently, like talking to a child. 

“Mother-.” He ran a frustrated hand down his face, going to remove the reinforcements they’d added to the bottom so they could move it across the yard. Again. 

“Anyone ever tell you you’re really sexy when you’re in charge?” he murmured in her ear as Tommy continued to gripe in the background.

“Shut up, Joel.”

He grinned, wrapping a strong arm around her neck, leaning in close to her. “Yes ma’am.”

“Stop it.” She tried to be serious but couldn’t help the giggle when his lips brushed her earlobe.

“Hey! You gonna help me or not?” Tommy hollered, holding one end of the arch up.

Joel kissed her softly on the cheek and winked before sauntering over to help his brother. She’d been planning this for months, as soon as she learned that Ellie’s birthday was coming up. When asking the teenager what she wanted to do, her response consisted of, “Something quiet with my friends, and Dina, and you guys too, oh and Tommy and Bill and Frank..” she said eagerly. 

And that’s how some of the members of the biggest, baddest crime group in Texas ended up helping decorate Bill and Frank’s backyard for a teenager’s birthday. Ellie had been out all day with her friends, driven around by Ethan to the mall or the movies or wherever else they wanted to go. He’d been given strict instructions to have the girls home by six and to bring Ellie and her lovely girlfriend back here by seven.

“What time’s the food coming?” she called out to Tommy.

“Should be here about five-ish, definitely ready to go by six for sure,” Tommy said as they passed her with the giant arch of multicolored balloons. 

Joel would end up arguing with Tommy for another fifteen minutes over the arch and then the drink selection…and then when they hung up the backdrop for photos. 

Later that afternoon, Indi stepped out of the bedroom, walking quickly around the room as she hurried to get ready. Joel was lounging on the bed, his button-down shirt pulled taut against his chest, his arms accentuated by the rolled up sleeves and darker shade. He also knew the dark jean and boots combination always got her riled up, especially when she’s had a few glasses of wine. 

“Lemme look at you, baby girl,” he requested, hands crossed behind his head as he watched her.

“No, because you always want to touch after you’ve looked.”

He smirked, getting up and grabbing her by her side, pulling her body against him. “Can’t help it, too damn pretty,” he muttered against her neck, lips leaving a warm, wet trail from her collar to her earlobe.

“Joel,” she huffed, her resolve quickly disappearing the more he kissed on her. “We have to leave in like ten minutes”

“Just enough time to make you come.”

“Joel,” she snapped even as she was gripping his forearm, “I swear to God if you fuck up my make-up…”

He hummed deeply against her shoulder. “Gonna punish me, baby girl? Put me in my place?” he growled, squeezing her hips tightly, grinding his semi-hard cock into the back of her dress against the swell of her ass.

“Joel,” she warned again, slightly more assertive this time when she heard a car door slam outside. 

“Lemme make you feel good, been so tense plannin’ this all month for Ellie,” he insisted, his thumbs drawing rough circles into her hips. 

“After the party,” she muttered, leaning back against his broad chest, allowing his hands to continue wandering to her thighs. 

“Maybe a little preview and then the rest after?” he said, chuckling darkly as he turned her in his arms and kissed her deeply. 

She blinked up at him when he pulled back, feeling like he’d convinced her by how dilated her eyes were. “You’re insane.” 

“You fuckin’ love it, baby,” he said, grinning when her hands gripped his shirt, her thigh coming between his legs to rub at his crotch. 

She glanced over his shoulder at the clock on the table. “We’ve got eight minutes.” 

He smirked triumphantly, leaning down to kiss her hard, his hands holding her face. “More than enough time to get you to come, darlin’, maybe twice if you’re good for me...”

She hummed her agreement, eyes closing as he inched his fingers under the skirt of her dress. Just by the way he toyed with her panties, she knew they wouldn’t finish in eight minutes.

They ended up arriving about ten minutes late. Tommy was sitting in the living room with Bill and Frank, all three already with a beer in hand. Joel walked into the room with Indi’s hand in his, greeting their guests in typical-Joel fashion.

“Party hasn’t even started yet and you're already drinkin’,” he said gruffly, yet all the men could recognize the teasing undertone unique to Joel’s voice. 

“Been bustin’ my ass all day for your kid’s party, I deserve it,” Tommy said with a smirk. 

“Come on, Indi, the girls should be here soon, let me help you with the food,” Frank insisted, linking her arm with his and leading her away from the other men. 

Once the table outside was set and the string lights switched on, Frank poured them both a drink as they waited. The other three men had wandered into the kitchen with Bill complaining about a sports team. 

Frank excused himself and Bill to change, claiming he had set something out for them specifically for tonight. Tommy stepped outside to smoke, leaving Joel and Indi standing in the kitchen, looking at each other as she leaned on the counter and he leaned on the fridge directly in front of her. 

“You look beautiful, baby,” he said, eyes slowly traveling the length of her form, twice for emphasis. 

“Thank you, baby,” she responded, reaching out to hold his hand. “You always look extra dangerous in black, you know that? Makes it so hard to focus on anything besides how good you look and how wet I am,” she added, trailing her fingers up his wrist and arm, feeling his muscles tense from her words.

“Fuck, baby, don’t start,” he muttered, pulling her to his chest, bringing his hand to hold the back of her neck and tilt her head up to meet his heated gaze. 

“I’m just saying, you look really good right now,” she continued to tease him with naughty words and light touches, “Could stick it in right now, no resistance, all for you, Joel.”

“Darlin’, I’m not opposed to takin’ you back out to that barn and fuckin’ you in the hay,” he warned, leaning down to kiss her cheek, knowing she’d want her lipstick to last until after dinner. 

“Hmm, gonna let me ride you? Show those horses how it’s done?” she smirked, breaking out into laughter when Joel arched his brow at her with his own amused little grin.

“I’m not the one who gets shy when they’re lookin’,” he teased, reaching around to grab a handful of her ass, making her giggle more. 

“Hey! Keep it PG-13, kids are here, man…fuckin’ animals,” Tommy said with a lighthearted scoff at the end, coming in through the backdoor with his phone in his hand. 

He rolled his eyes, but removed his hands, unwilling to deal with both Tommy’s and Ellie’s teasing at his expense when it came to being caught touching on his wife. Indi never minded their jokes, but Joel’s preference was being able to grab and touch her without some sarcastic comment coming up from behind him. 

“I’m home!” Ellie’s voice rang through the small house. 

“Kitchen!” Frank called back, coming down the stairs. 

“He- oh! Hi, what are you guys doing here?” she asked, startled by the amount of people in the room.

“Hungry?” Indi asked, greeting her with a hug and a kiss on the head. 

“Yeah, definitely, uh you guys remember Dina, right?” she asked, motioning to the young woman behind her. 

“Of course! Kicked my ass at darts, how could I forget?” Tommy spoke, greeting the other girl warmly with a hug. 

Once outside, Ellie was obviously surprised by how wide her eyes were and how her mouth was hanging open as Indi led them to the waiting table. She let the girls check out the decorations, knowing Tommy and JOel would appreciate it while she went back to the truck to collect Ellie’s presents. 

“This has been amazing! Thank you guys!” Ellie said, beaming the entire meal, her smile brighter and brighter even through the final course, a hot fudge sundae with a lit candle next to the cherry.

The group sat outside well into the night, Ellie taking Dina around the farm after taking what felt like a million pictures on their phones in front of the backdrop they’d set up. The adults remained at the table, talking and drinking.

“Come on, Ellie, time to open your presents!” Joel hollered across the yard at the girls who’d been checking out the garden. 

“You got me a present?!” she gasped, bounding back over to the table.

“Of course we did, we just knew not to keep ‘em here so you wouldn’t go snoopin and spoil the surprise like last time’,” Bill said, handing her a small wrapped package. 

“Hey, that was an accident,” she tried to argue, but her guilty smile gave it away.

“So you accidentally came into our bedroom and accidentally opened the suitcase under the bed?” Frank questioned with an arched brow.

She just giggled in response, tearing into the wrapping paper with excitement. As they watched her open the small pile of gifts, Joel slipped his hand into Indi’s lap, finding her fingers and giving them a soft squeeze. She smiled at him, leaning over to kiss his cheek softly. He brought an arm around her, sliding her chair closer to his so that she could lean into him. The moment itself was definitely one he would keep close to him, the people he cared about the most gathered together, Ellie’s blinding smile as she opened her presents, and his dream of a wife cuddled up under his arm. It was a beautiful moment. It was his life now for the most part and he couldn’t have asked for better. 

“I love you,” he said into the crown of her head.

“I love you too, always,” she said, looking up at him with pure adoration and happiness. 

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through the hourglass 75. brb x oc

a/n: i...am not happy with this chapter hah, i had an off day and yeah...ugh,anyway!!! sorry for this one, hopefully the next will be better

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: fluff

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Maybe if he didn’t move, maybe if he stood completely still, they’d walk away.

“Lt.Bradshaw! Sir!”

God damn it.

Rooster brings his fingers to his eyes, inhaling for patience before he rolls his shoulders and puts on a neutral face as he prepares himself to turn around and face the officers he knew without a doubt were behind him. He just turns his torso, resting his arm on the table with his eyes locking immediately with “Johnson.” He says with a brief smile, “And Faraday and McAllister.”

They were three young recruits, with Jameson being the tallest of them all, standing at Rooster’s height while Faraday was just a few inches shorter and McAllister reaching his shoulder. They were three men all from California, they were still in training and he was sure the only one who just had a callsign was Faraday…and that was his call sign, because apparently no one was that creative anymore, “Sir!” they all salute him quickly, “We didn’t know you liked tacos,sir!”

“You don’t have to call me sir all the time,guys.”

“Okay,sir.”

Rooster made a face, “I uh,” he looks back to where he saw Beatrice go, “I’m here with my wife and baby daughter as you,” he gestures with his hand to the stroller right by his side, Nicole’s eyes already on the three men, “Can see.”

Cue to McAllister slapping the two men on the shoulders, “I told you guys he was busy. We’re sorry,sir, we just saw you here and the guys wanted to say hi.” he sounded extremely nervous when speaking to Rooster, “And I told them not to, it wasn’t the right thing to do and we’d see you some other day at the base.”

Rooster nodded with the same neutral look on his face, ‘Yeah,well, it’s fine. Just don’t make this an habit.” 

“We come here a lot,” Faraday,who apparently couldn’t identify a cue to leave, said while pointing to the taco truck, “We’ve been here since we were kids.” to Rooster they were still kids and he refused to remember their birth year or else he’d just get very upset about it, “And it’s cool that you like it too! I mean, I don’t know why we thought you’d like fancy stuff, maybe it’s because-” cue to Faraday rambling nonstop, his friends standing close by and McAllister being the only one who tries his best to cut him off so they could go.

Rooster hears Beatrice’s footsteps returning, followed by Nicole’s happy gurgle when she sees her mother, “Roos, did I take long-oh.” she stops a few steps away from the table, “Oh, um…hello?”

The three men saluted her too, out of habit, before Johnson blinked, “Wait, no,” they drop their arms, “I don’t think she’s Navy, guys. Uh,sorry ma’am.”

“That’s…okay?” Rooster turns back at Beatrice to give her a tired look, “Um…who are you guys?” 

“Clive Johnson,” her husband replies, pointing to each young recruit, “Ryan Faraday and Oliver McAllister.” she found it endearing that they waved at her this time, offering small smiles and quick nods towards her instead of the uncalled salute from before. “They are the new recruits I told you about.”

“Ohh, hi guys! Nice to meet you,I’m Beatrice-”

“Yes,Lt.Bradshaw talks about you a lot.” Faraday smiles, then immediately clears his throat, “N-Not to us,I mean ma’am…he talks to others and we hear it and uh-”

But Beatrice just sent Rooster a look, her husband rubbing his jaw and avoiding her eyes because if she saw his face she’d be sure he was blushing. She knew he talked about her but to the point that the new recruits had an idea who she was? Now that was absolutely sweet.

Beatrice chews the inside of her lower lip, gazing upon the young recruits one more time, “Well, I’m glad to finally meet you guys too. Going out for dinner?” Beatrice knew they meant no harm, they showed up out of nowhere because they saw Rooster and wanted to say hi to him…which was fine! It was completely fine, but this was also their first night out as a family. 

So she was thinking of ways to gently tell them to leave. 

However Bradley wasn’t patient enough, turning around fully while seated as Beatrice settles back down on her seat, checking Nicole who was still staring at the three men, “Guys,” he pushes himself to his feet, approaching the young recruits with his hands in his pockets, “It was nice to see you three, but as you noticed-” he nods to Beatrice, “I’m out with my family…so.”

“Yeah! Time to leave!” McAllister adds, pushing the taller men away, “Sorry sir, we didn’t mean to intrude,sir.”

He fought back the wince from hearing that, “It’s quite alright, have a good night guys.” the three men nodded almost dumbly at him, then snapped back to attention, walking around their table - ‘good night ma’am, good night little miss’ - to get to the truck. They were still in Rooster’s line of vision but he was glad they walked away, running his hands over his eyes to get himself together.

Beatrice looks back to where the three men were, then towards Rooster again, “They seemed sweet.”

“Hm.”

“And they seemed to respect you a lot.”

Rooster sighed, holding his head up to look at Beatrice, offering her a little smile, “They are good kids but I really don’t want to think about work right now, not when I’m on my leave.”

“Understandable.” she said, “Do you really hate being called sir?”

“Sometimes.”

“Do you hate when I say it?”

He was surprised by the tone in her voice, like she was genuinely worried about his response, those green eyes with a layer of nerves over them as she waits for his response. It was a quiet question and the constant talking and music made it easier for them to talk without worrying about people eavesdropping on them, “I don’t hate when you say it.” he says just as quietly, ‘Because…well…it’s you.”

His wife blushed a soft red, then smiled at him as she ran the tip of her nail on the can’s rim, shrugging a bit, “I guess that’s good enough of an answer.” she says, “But you know the boys say that because they respect you a lot.”

“I know.”

“And you are their superior.”

“I know.” he sighs, “It’s hard to explain.”

Beatrice grins, “It’s alright, you know I won’t judge.”

Of course she wasn’t, he thought with a smile himself. He taps his finger against the wooden table, licking his lips for a second, “...I know.” he says softly, “I know you won’t.” and there was a heaviness in his words that Beatrice couldn’t identify why it lingered there.

But he didn’t elaborate and chose to continue their meal - ignoring the three young recruits still there, ordering their food and trying their best to not appear nosy - while chatting. It was going to be a nice night as long as they kept to themselves.

“Were you like that?” Rooster hears her ask, but his answer takes a while to form and when it comes out it’s a ‘hm?’ “Like the boys, amazed, starstruck over your superiors?”

Bradley noticed that he never talked too much about his time with the Golden Warriors, in fact he barely spoke about that time…not because he didn’t like talking about it, but mainly…because he wasn’t really the best mentally back then. He did a great job, but there were things he wasn’t proud of, “Nah.” he chuckles, ‘Well,maybe a little you know? Nothing too intense…I wanted to do a good job, get back, repeat, those things.”

He wipes his hand with the napkin, inhaling as he remembers his younger years, “You know, being the son of a former pilot is heavy on your shoulders. When they found out about what happened to my dad…well.”

He didn’t want pity, he never did, he wanted to show he was good just like his father was. There were times people wanted to make fun of him because of it, because of his mother’s passing - because of course they would, why wouldn’t they? The new recruit had a sad past? Well time to annoy him because of it. “And you achieved, Lieutenant.” she smiles, even more when his eyes slowly lift to meet hers, “I mean, look at you now.”

“Yeah…you know I don’t really talk to anyone from that time in VA.”

“Why not?”

Because most of them were pieces of shit and were annoyed because of his talents, and they liked to say he only got where he got because of his father. “I don’t think we ever got to be that close, not like the guys are…so when I asked to be transferred it was a no brainer, never looked back.”  Beatrice knew there was something he wasn’t saying, “I wasn’t like the guys are, I respected my superiors sure but…not to that extent. I got to where I am right now just being myself and being damn good at it.”

He had the right to be cocky sometimes, it wasn’t often, but he had the utmost pleasure of doing so, “And you don’t miss them at all?”

“Nope.” and considering how they were, they’d probably disrespect Beatrice too and that was something he couldn’t stand. “Not at all.”

Beatrice blinked, then smiled softly at him, “If you say so…can I ask you something?”

“Sure,baby,shoot.”

“If you weren’t in the Navy, was there anything you’d like to do?”

Rooster stopped the plastic cup from touching his lips when she asked, clearly not expecting but at the same time…not shocked about it. He opened his mouth, then closed, then opened again as he sets the cup down, furrowing his brows, “...I…” he thinks, and he thinks hard about it, waiting to find anything to tell her but “...I don’t think so.” he mutters, “I love what I do,I think I always did, even as a little boy,even when my mother and I argued about it time and time again.” he explains, spinning his wedding ring on his finger with the pad of his thumb, “And while it is stressful and tiring and sometimes the reports make me crazy…I don’t think I’d have any other profession.”

His wife just leaned on her hand as she heard him speak, her eyes focused on him and the way he was so sincerely voicing how he felt and her smile returned, “That’s really nice,Roos.”

“Hah, thanks gorgeous…why did you ask?”

Beatrice inhales, her smile dropping as she looks at Nicole, holding her daughter’s hand for a second, “...I think I was just curious…we were talking today - me,Jessie,Shells and Penny - about second choices, sudden opportunities.” she mutters, “And I guess it brought some memories I forgot.”

“Such as?”

“I almost told Shells no when she told me about the bar.” now that surprised him, even making Rooster recoil in surprise, “I know right? Crazy. But I told you how I was mentally when that happened…and like, I worked with my uncle but the pay wasn’t great and I wanted to move out…so I thought why the hell not. It was never in my plans but…I can’t see myself doing anything but working at the bar.”

“I mean,I’m happy to hear that because how else would we ever meet?” he smirks, “How else would I ask you out? Or propose to you? Or have our baby together?”

“I know.” she smiles, “And you are right.”

“Was that all that brought it up?”

She sighs, “I guess? I don’t know, I guess a lot came into perspective lately. With Nikki, with us growing as a couple, as a married couple too, you know? Like…I think we are doing fine, all things considered, we are managing everything.”

He wondered if this was because of what she mentioned about Jessie, about the things she’d miss if she wasn’t working at the bar. “We sure are,gorgeous.” he had to admit it was…going a lot better than he ever imagined it, after all he and Beatrice were first timers in everything.

And maybe that’s why Beatrice brought it up.

The what ifs still hovered them both, especially now that Nicole was four months old, with time going by fast he knew both of them had to keep it up with her. They didn’t want to miss anything when it came to her, “Do you think she’d be interested in any of our fields?” Beatrice’s question catches him off guard, “Nikki?”

It was still early to think about that but he supposed he could indulge in the future, “Maybe,why?” 

“I don’t know, curiosity I guess.” she smiles down at Nicole who just gurgles up at her, even more when her mother tickles her tummy, “Oh, I almost forgot, Marcus wants me to see him next week.”

“Yeah?”

“And he wants you to come with.”

Bradley blinked, arching his brow with a confused smile, “He does? May I ask why?”

“He said he uh, needs your second opinion.”

Rooster licks the inside of his lip, then chuckles, throwing his hand up in the air in an ‘alright’ motion, “I don’t see why not.” he smirks, “Maybe I can also see some of your work there, huh?”

“Oh everything is saved up until the collection is ready to launch.” Bea smiles, “Marcus said that it’s going to be amazing.”

“I believe him.” he smirks, “Is there anything else?”

Beatrice taps her finger against her chin, the other hand still busy with Nicole, “Oh, he wants us to bring Nicole,”she smiles,looking down at their daughter, “Because he hasn’t met her yet.” true, he was out of the country when Nicole was born. Rooster hummed, leaning on his palm as he thought about it, arching his brow at her.

“Alright,when do we go?”

“Two days before Halloween,OH! We need to go shopping for treats! And get Nicoles’ costume…and our costumes! For Penny’s party!” while Beatrice excitedly rambled, Rooster moved his eyes from her to Nicole who was just smiling up at him, waving her little hands in the air.

Younger Rooster would never dream of having something like this, and yet here he is, with the two most special people in his life. With a loving wife and a beautiful daughter and- something wet touched his head. And another landed on the table, there was the gentle sound of rain hitting the ground around them that made the two stand to their feet and protect Nicole from the cold raindrops.

Their daughter, amazingly,didn’t care, she just laughed all the way. 

At least someone was having fun with their demise.

[abbatoirablaze]

Shameless, Chapter 13

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: mentions of gun violence/shooting a gun. Smut/oral (M receiving).

“S-She said that I was going to look like a virgin for the rest of my life!” she sobbed.

“O-Okay…okay.  Come on in, Debs.  Sofia is just in the kitchen feeding Anthony,” Tony said nervously as Debbie pushed past him, the mascara she’d borrowed unknowingly from Fiona, running down her cheeks, “Baby…Debbie is here!”

“Hey Debs, what goin-oh my god.  Are you okay?  What happened?” you asked, rushing your little sister.  Tony frowned, giving you a pointed look and you cursed, turning away as your newborn unlatched from you.  You pulled your nursing bra back into place and handed him off to your husband.  Debbie attacked you and fell against your thigh. You dropped to your knees and instinctively started looking for any sign of an injury, “What happened Debbie?”

“Holly Herkimer,” she sobbed, her makeup smearing against your shoulder and throat as she clung to you, “she was so mean.  She said that I looked like I was going to be a virgin forever…I-I had to trick her into going to the barbeque later so that Little Hank would be there.”

“Oh Debbie…”

“I need to send stronger signals,” she cried, “I need to make him see me as a girl he wants to date.”

“Oh, sweetie,” you sighed, rubbing her back, “it’s okay.  Stop crying.  It’s okay.  We will figure it out, I promise.”

“I wanna look like you and Mandy!” she cried, “I-I wanna be pretty.”

“Debbie,” you sighed, feeling for her, “Debbie, you’re pretty, sweetie-“

“Please…”

“How about this?” you asked, pulling away from her ever so slightly, “You go upstairs and grab a shower, and I’ll call Mandy…we’ll get ready together…and she and I will do your makeup…and she’ll take you to the barbeque…”

“Y-you aren’t gonna come?”

“Baby, I was going to spend the day with Tony and Anthony…”

“We can go to the barbeque.”

You looked up at your husband, and he was giving you a soft look, “Tony...are you sure?”

“Yeah…the more the merrier, right?” he asked, “you go grab that shower and clean all that makeup off your face…and by the time you’re done, Mandy will be over, and the girls will get ready with you…and until little Hank shows up me and baby Anthony here can be your dates…”

A blush rose to her cheeks, “really?”

“Really,” he nodded, offering her a smile.  She ran up to his legs and hugged him, “baby, do you have a bottle in the fridge that I can finish feeding him with while you call Mandy?”

“You’re the best Tony!” Debbie sighed against his legs. 

You gave your husband a soft smile and walked over to the fridge to grab the bottle.  Debbie ran up the stairs to start her shower and you handed off the bottle, a dreamy expression taking over your face.

“What?”

“Nothing,” you shrugged, leaning forward until your lips pressed delicately to his, “just-that’s the man I fell in love with…it’s just nice to see him popping up every now and again.”

“What?” he asked gently, “you haven’t seen him in a while?”

“I have been,” you admitted, “it is just nice that it isn’t fading away…”

“I told you, Sof…I’ve changed.”

“No,” you said with a shake of your head, “you haven’t.  You’re the man I fell in love with years ago…you didn’t change…you came back.  And I’m just glad that you’re back.”

“Alright, alright…there he is!” Debbie giggled, “how do I look?”

“Look great kiddo!” you smiled.

“What, you’re just gonna ditch us?” Tony joked.

She smiled at him, “Little Hank is right there Tony…”

“Let the girl go!” you smiled, playfully nudging your husband’s side, “you still have me…”

“Well if I have to settle for anyone-“ You gasped, cutting off his goofy, sarcastic remark and he smiled at you, “I love you, Sof…”

“Thanks Fi Fi!  Thanks Mandy!” Debbie smiled, hugging Mandy and yourself, before tickling your son’s foot, “bye baby Anthony.  Bye Tony!”

“Go get him!” Tony tried, pumping his fist in the air. 

“I’m gonna go see if I can find Lip or Ian!” Mandy smiled, “catch you guys later.”

You watched as Mandy headed in one direction and Debs headed in another. 

“They grow up so fast!” Tony joked, “thank god we still have this one…he’ll be our little baby for a while…won’t go off abandoning us for a barbecue date!”

You rested your head against his arm, and he wrapped it around you, “don’t joke about that.  I feel like we’re going to blink, and Anthony will be ditching us at some block party barbeque.”

“Oh, no way…we’re gonna be the cool parents forever!  He’ll be begging us to hang out with him long after he’s their ages,” he grinned, pressing another soft kiss to your lips, “what do you say we grab some food before the good stuff is all gone?”

“Yeah!” you grinned, “you wanna find a place to sit and take Anthony, or do you wanna grab food?”

“I can grab the food,” he offered, “do you want to grab us some drinks?”

“Sure!”

“See you in a second, mama bear!” he smiled, playfully smacking your ass.

“If you’re looking for the Sunshine adult daycare, it’s up the street, at the church!” Debbie said quickly, as she rushed the old woman in the wheelchair.  Your eyes widened when you saw who it was.

“No way!”

“Honey, only time I wanna go to church is when I feel like getting molested!”

“Here you go, ma’am!” one of the men said as they handed her a bag.  She turned and you got a good view of her face.

“What do you want, a tip?”

You rushed across from your house to the house next door while your grandmother insulted Ethel and Malik. 

“I’m sorry, and who are you?”

“GRAMMY GALLAGHER!” you called from the gate. 

She smiled for a pinch, “oh sweet Jesus!  SOFIA, HONEY!  Thank god, I was starting to think your father lost the house.”

“Grammy Gallagher?” Debbie asked.

“I’m your grandmother, sweetheart,” she smiled at Debbie, before looking back to you, “Sofia, who’s baby are you holding?”

“Grammy Gallagher…this is Anthony…my son…your great grandson.”

“Sweet baby Jesus,” she gasped, “he looks like he shot out of your vagina yesterday.  He’s so tiny.”

“I gave birth two weeks ago, Grammy…he’s still a newborn.”

“Would you look at that,” she smiled, coming down the steps to greet you.  She wrapped her arms around you in a hug, then backed away to look at the little boy, “he’s white…”

“As opposed to?”

She laughed, “fair enough…where were you at, huh?”

“I uh-live next door…”

“Mr. Harris doesn’t live there?”

“Died a few years back while you were locked up,” you shrugged, “my uh-my husband bought it for us so that we could be close to the kids.”

“Close?” she laughed, “you’re practically up their asses with a house right next door, Sofia.  Wait…did you say married?  Married to who?”

“Uh, Tony Markovich…known him since we were practically toddlers…”

“And what does he do, huh?”

“He uh, he’s a cop, Grammy Gallagher.”

“Oh Jesus,” she sighed, shaking her head, “just when I thought you couldn’t get any softer, you go marrying a cop and getting knocked up by him.  Though…that could be smart if you ever go my route…he’ll be less inclined to put the bracelets on ya.”

“Grammy, what are you doing out?” you asked.

“I’m dying, sweetheart,” she sighed, stroking your cheek, “now be a good girl and help me up to the bathroom, yeah?”

“I just-it’s so hard to comprehend, you know?”

“Yeah…” he sighed, his eyes closing as you went back to working on him.  His eyes fluttered as you cupped his balls and swirled your tongue around his tip, before licking up his shaft, “righ-right there.  Sofia…oh, fuck.  Right there, baby.”

“I mean…they wouldn’t let her out that early, right?” you asked, your mind entirely focused on something other than giving your husband a blowjob.  His eyes opened once more, and he stared at you.

“I-I’m sorry, are we really talking about your grandmother while you’re sucking my dick?”

“I’m sorry, I just…there’s so much on my mind…like how we can’t have sex for another few weeks and-“

“I could always give you a sensual massage,” he offered, “help you relax, “maybe after you’re done blowing me?”

You bit your lip and looked up at him for a second, before nodding, “yeah…that-that sounds good.  I mean, Anthony is down for his nap, and he’s been sleeping really well lately.”

“Alright, after you finish…I’ll make you feel good!” he smiled, gently guiding your head back down to his cock. 

You grabbed his hardened length and started pumping his shaft, while your mouth suckled on the crown of his cock.  His head fell back, and his hands tangled in your hair while you bobbed up and down.  Your free hand reached back to his balls, and you started massaging them again. 

His hands pressed down on your head ever so slightly, and you allowed him to thrust up into your mouth, “fuck, Sofia…fuck…you feel so good, baby.”

You moaned, the vibrations causing a shiver to ripple up his spine as his cock hit the back of your throat. 

“I-I’m so close, Sof….”

“Cum for me, daddy!” you purred on his length.  He groaned as your grip choked up a little, and your strokes became quicker. His lips parted and his breathing got shallower.  His eyes opened and he released a near silent moan when your eyes met; his load spilling down the back of your throat as his hips bucked needily. 

“OH FUCK!”

Your mouth popped off of his cock and you suckled at his tip.  His eyes went hooded as the sensitivity took over and his cock started twitching with every kitten lick, cum still spilling from his slit. 

“Sof-Sofia…”

A knock broke the two of you from the moment of intimacy.  Your brow quirked as you looked at him, “were you expecting anyone?”

“M-maybe it’-it’s one of your siblings?”

“I’ll get the door,” you offered, tapping his inner thigh. His body jolted, and you giggled as you pushed yourself out of your spot from between his thighs, “pull your pants up.  Last thing we need to do is traumatize Carl or Debbie.”

“Fine, but after they’re gone, I’m taking care of you!” he promised as you went to the door. 

You gasped when you opened it.

“Steve.”

“Oh, uh, hi!” he smiled, “is uh, is Tony home?”

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

“Looking for Tony,” he smiled, adding in a little extra fake happiness, “see you two have taken to living in my place pretty well…”

“Fuck you!” you replied, slamming the door in his face. 

“What was that?” Tony asked. 

“What the hell is Steve doing back in town?”

Rage filled his features, “he’s here?”

“At the door!”

“I’ll take care of this, baby!” he frowned.  He went up and pulled you to his chest, “are you okay?”

“I’m fine…just-make that asshole leave…”

“He shouldn’t even be here!” he said dryly, releasing you from his grip.  He went to the door and opened the main one, and then the iron one in front of it, “you’ve got balls coming back here, you know.”

“I brought you something!”

“I don’t take bribes!” he said with a shake of his head.

Steve laughed, “really?  Dude, you’re living in one!  Think of this as a donation.  The Policeman’s Ball.  Tsunami Relief.  End Autism Now.  It’s your choice, really.”

“Go to hell, Steve…”

“Come on now, I’m just being friendly…” he smiled, “looks like things worked out with you and Fiona’s sister…”

“Sofia…” he reminded him, “and yeah, we got married…and had a child in the time that you were gone.”

“Shit…doesn’t look like she just pushed a kid out of her.”

“Get the fuck out of here, Steve…if you were smart, I’d say never come back…”

“Oh, but we both know I’m not…see you at the wedding tomorrow, champ.  You are going to that, right?”

“Go back to whatever hole you were hiding in, Steve!” he spat, closing the door on the man your sister loved. 

“You did what?” you asked, interrupting, “Fi…no.”

“I said I almost did,” she said defensively before looking at you, “I didn’t do it, Fi Fi.  I just, almost did.”

“Oh, Fiona.”

“She’s my wife, she has to tell me these things.”

“I don’t have to tell you shit!” V told Kev. 

“Hey baby, I got you a slice of cake…”

“Oh god, I’ve been craving sugar…”

“Cravings?” Kev asked, “sure you’re not already knocked up with baby number two.”

“Shut up!” you laughed, “we can’t even have sex for another few weeks.  I’ve just been getting my appetite back after getting my doses figured out…”

“Wait, what?” Kev asked, eyes going wide, “that’s real?”

“My meds or the no sex?”

“The no sex!”

“Kev…I pushed something a little smaller than a watermelon out of something the size of a quarter,” you said bluntly, “tell me how that shrinks back in two weeks?”

A blush rose up on his cheeks and V patted his thigh, “see…this is why men are the ones that don’t give birth.  They’d be thinking that they could just shove a pool noodle up there when they realized they couldn’t feel the dick.”

You and your sister laughed, and V joined in, but Kev shrugged, “I mean…if you wanna get some action and that’s the size…yeah I guess.”

The three of you only laughed harder as your own husband shook his head, “want me to hold onto Anthony while you eat?”

“I can hold onto him baby…did you get a chance to get some food?”

“Honestly no,” he laughed.  You leaned up and pressed a kiss to the corner of his lips.  He smiled, “what was that for?”

“You have the cake…I’m still fighting off the extra baby weight.”

“Sof…you look amazing!” he complimented, “you don’t need to work anything off…if anything you could stand to gain a few pounds…you just think that way because of the milk coming in…and how big it’s making your chest…you-”

“See…when we have children, you better treat me like that…even when my body is still rocking after having a baby, when I’m feeling down, I want you to tell me that it’s still kickass!” V smiled, kissing Kev. 

“No problem!” Kev agreed, “when we have our tomorrow babies, I’ll tell you whatever you want.”

“Hey…wanna go mingle?” you asked, looking up at Tony.  He nodded as he ate a forkful of cake. 

“Yeah.  Sure!”

He looped his free hand around your waist after putting the fork back on the plate and led you over to where your dad was rambling about something.

“Really?” you giggled, “This is mingling?”

“Wanna have some cake?” he asked once again, “I can feed it to you?”

A smile rose to your face, “oh, you mean like you did at our wedding?”

He chuckled, “If I remember, you pushed cake into my face too!”

The two of you laughed, and he un-looped his arm to get another forkful, before offering it out to you.  You opened your mouth, and he gently fed you.  You moaned in delight.  The cake was wonderful.

“You keep that up, we’re going to have to sneak back home soon and put Anthony to bed early…might just have to make an exception on waiting another month.”

“Tony Markovich!” you giggled, nudging him.  He smiled as Sheila started tapping a knife into her glass.

“Quiet, please!”

“Quiet everyone!” Jody asked.

“I’m sorry that I didn’t make it all the way down the stairs today!” Sheila apologized, “but baby steps!”

“That’s right mom!”

“Hear hear!”

“Oh, Karen…my baby…all grown up!” she sighed lovingly as she looked at her daughter, “I so wish that your father could have been here today.  I wish that he could have seen you, our sweet girl, all grown up.  And I know that he would be so proud of his grandbaby…no matter who the father was.  Except Frank.  Heh.  He hated Frank.  But it couldn’t have been Frank because there wasn’t any penetration.”

“Oh my god!” you gasped, reaching up to cover your newborn son’s ears.  You looked around and a few other people were gasping, jaws on the floor.

“Eddie didn’t like being penetrated,” Sheila laughed, “he had a funny bump on the side of his penis that he thought was cancer, but it turned out I was just being too rough on him….so, there’s been some obstacles and some pitfalls, but she’s made some wonderful, wonderful friends along the way.  Like Lip and all the Gallaghers.  People I just used to only know as the ones in that house where the cops always came…and by that, I mean Officer Markovich cumming in Fiona and Sofia!”

Your eyes went wide, and you gasped once more, while your husband protectively wrapped an arm around you and pulled you closer to himself.

“Maybe we should go out the back!” you whispered softly.  He nodded in agreement, but you stopped when you heard your grandmother.

“Jesus, is that bitch ever gonna shut up?” Grammy Gallagher asked.

“And Franks mother,” Sheila frowned, “we’re just so honored that you’re here even though you weren’t even invited.  And not really honored, because you’re a convicted felon. But you’re out now, aren’t you?  Why did they let you out?  Because you’re a loud, mean, vicious bitch!”

Everyone began murmuring, and Tony started pushing you towards the door, “if I remember anything you’ve told me about Grammy Gallagher, we need to leave…now…”

“Okay mom, let’s open presents!” Karen suggested.

“Why don’t you do yourself and everyone else a favor and shut up?”

“Where’s Carl, Debs, and Liam.  We have to get the little ones out of here now…before Grammy pulls her signature glock…”

“I’ll look for them!” he promised, pressing a kiss to your lips, “get by the door with Anthony!”

“And I don’t know HOW, AN ANGEL LIKE THAT MAN COULD HAVE COME OUT OF YOUR POISONED WOMB!”

You grabbed onto your husband’s arm, “Tony, you’re not going into that!”

“SHUT UP YOU BATTY BITCH!”

“YOU KNOW WHAT?” Sheila screamed, “You’ve got a demon mind and a devil’s womb and heart. AND YOUR COOCHIE SMELLS OF BRIMSTONE AND SULFER!”

“I will fuck you up!” Grammy promised, pulling her gun from her bag.

“Shit!”

“Stay back!” he ordered, rushing your grandmother while Sheila encouraged her to shoot.  Steve and Tony rushed her, and pulled the gun from her grip, but not before it went off and took out the fire alarm. 

Immediately, while the men were pushing her back into a chair, you went for Carl, Liam, and Debbie, getting them all together all while trying to get Anthony to stop crying.

“Kids, you get here by the door!” you ordered, already checking them over, “are all of you okay?  Is anyone hurt?”

“Sof?” Fiona asked, looking out the window as the sirens got closer.  She opened it enough for you to see the two cars outside, “Shit…where’s your husband?”

“Tony?” you called.  He was in the living room in a second.

“Are the kids okay?” he asked, kissing you.  You nodded and pointed out the window where the cops were getting out of their cars, “I got it.” 

You passed Anthony off to your sister and went to your grandmother, “Grammy…outside, now!”

“I suppose I could go for a smoke,” she shrugged, before looking at Steve and Ian who were guarding her from leaving, “is that okay with you two?”

“I got her, guys…she’ll be fine.”

They both nodded and allowed you to help her out of the chair.  Ian passed you a smoke and his lighter, and you led your grandmother down the back steps. 

“I suppose this is where you tell me that I’ve got one last smoke of freedom before that cop husband of yours turns me over to the rest of the pigs.”

“Grammy, stop…Tony isn’t going to turn you over to the cops…knowing him, he’ll try to get them to leave without doing anything…but you can’t go around doing that kind of shit…”

“Doing what?”

“Threatening to kill someone…especially in front of a room full of people.  This isn’t Chicago 1920s where we’re all some mobsters looking to turn a blind eye because another lady insulted you.”

She scoffed and took a drag from the cigarette you’d lit up and handed her, “you’re a good kid, Sofia…only one of the grandkids that came to visit me…always found a way to sneak some money onto my books even when you were a bitty thing…you know, you make me glad that I didn’t swallow my son when I had the chance…because it gave me you down the road.”

“I want Anthony to know his great grandmother,” you said softly, “for whatever amount of time that she’s got left…I don’t want you going around and making that shorter because you think you don’t have anything to live for.”

“I don’t have anything, Sofia…” she scoffed, “my husband’s long dead…the only one of my boys that will talk to me is your father, and it’s only because he wants my money…and his and your other siblings seem to hate me.”

“Fiona’s always been on dad’s side…you know that…and Debbie and Carl like you, they just don’t know you.  When you got put away, we were 11.  Debbie was a newborn and Carl and Liam weren’t even here.  And Lip was six and Ian was five.  They didn’t remember you at all…”

She sighed and took another drag from her cigarette, just as Tony came out of the house, with Anthony on his hip. 

“You turning me over?” she asked softly.

“No…” he said with a frown, “what happened was crazy, but no one needs to go to jail…you jus-“

“I know, my granddaughter already scolded me,” she groaned as she took another puff and started coughing.  You rushed up to pat her on the back, but she swatted your hands away, “I know how to handle my poison, Sofia…”

“Grammy…”

“I wanted to wait until after the wedding, but I got you this,” she sighed, reaching into her purse and pulling out an envelope with your name on it, “call it a late wedding present/housewarming/baby gift…”

“Grammy Gallagher, if this is someth-“

“It’s something I had from an old business arrangement,” she sighed tiredly, “I told myself that when I got out, I’d give you some of the money I had stashed away…I’ve got a lot of time to make up for in the time that I’ve missed out with you and your siblings, sweetie…”

“Grammy-“

“It’s five thousand dollars, Sofia…”

Your eyes went wide, and you attempted to push the money back into her hands, “grammy I can’t take this.  That-“

“Then look at it for the money you’ve put on my books these past ten years…or some of it,” she shrugged, “I know that you only worked those odd jobs that you didn’t tell your siblings about so that you put money on my books for me sweetie.  You kept me comfortable when no one else did.”

“Grammy…that was jus-“

“It’s what family does, sweetheart!’ she sighed, pushing the envelope back into your hands, “take it.”

Chapter 14

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Two Ghosts Chapter 13

TITLE: Two Ghosts Chapter 13 PAIRING: Rooster/OC RATING: T CHAPTER: 13/? SUMMARY: It was just a routine training session, but it changed Noel “Mongoose” Grenier’s  life forever. The legends of pilots flying through time vortexes was true, because it happened to her. Dropped into 1984 during Maverick’s Top Gun training, she must navigate keeping her secret while also completing the program…again. Will she return to her own time unscathed? Or will she lose her heart in the process?

[A/N - Welcome to the canon ending of “Two Ghosts”. This is the ending that was originally planned. There’s still some more angst, but there’s happiness on the horizon!]

When Mongoose opened her eyes, instead of being dead she found herself in a hospital…again.

“Why do you always do this, kid? You should’ve descended when I told you!”

She coughed. “I always feel so much better after we’ve talked, Mav.” Mongoose opened her eyes and saw an older Maverick sitting by her bedside.

“You want me to get Rooster? I seem to remember you wanting him the last time you woke up.” Maverick stood up and she grabbed his wrist.

“Wait. It…it was real…right?”

Maverick kissed her hairline. “Your secret’s safe with me, Minx.”

As Maverick left, reality came crashing down on her.

Oh god. Iceman.

Iceman was dead and she never even got to say goodbye. She started to cry as Rooster ran into the room. “Bradley…”

He threw his arms around her. “I thought I lost you, princess.”

The nickname made her cry even harder. She’d only had Tom for a few weeks, but she felt like a piece of her had died with him.

“Shh, you’re safe. I got you.”

Mongoose fisted Rooster’s flight suit in her hands and breathed in the scent his cologne mixed with sweat and jet fuel to ground herself. This was real. Rooster was really here.

Her Rooster.

“That’s right, baby. Your Rooster.” He pressed kisses to her hair and forehead as he tried to calm her. “Hey, hey. What can I do?” Rooster asked her.

Nothing, Mongoose wanted to say. Nothing he could do would make this okay.

Eventually, the nurse came in and gave her a sedative to calm her down.

“Roo-Roo?” Mongoose asked him as she felt the medicine start to kick in.

Rooster lowered her to the bed and Mongoose grabbed a hold of Rooster’s wrist. “Shh. It’s okay,” he cooed.

“Don’t leave me. Please don’t leave me.” Mongoose was afraid that if she closed her eyes, Rooster would disappear and she’d wake up in 1984 all over again.

Rooster stroked her cheek. “Go to sleep, princess.”

Mongoose closed her eyes and drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

Rooster stood up and kissed Mongoose’s forehead before leaving the room. “They gave a sedative. She wouldn’t stop crying.”

“Well she did almost die, Bradshaw,” Hangman told him.

“You guys go. I’ll stay here with her,” Maverick said.

“Are you sure? I should…” Rooster started to argue.

Maverick put a hand on his shoulder. “Go get cleaned up and get some rest. It’s been a tough day on all of you.”

Rooster looked into Mongoose’s room. “You’ll tell me when she wakes up?”

Maverick nodded. “I’ll have someone come get you.”

Rooster left with the others and Maverick sank down into the chair next to her bed.

He looked up to the ceiling. “Talk to me, Ice.”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Unlike the last time, Mongoose was quickly discharged from the hospital and the first place she went was Maverick’s office.

“Hey, you should be sleeping,” he told her.

“You should be too.” She sat down in the chair across from his desk. “I can’t stop thinking about him.”

“Goose?”

She shook her head.

Maverick leaned back in his chair and sighed. “What do you want me to say?”

“Talk some sense into me!”

Maverick just looked at the younger pilot in front of him.

Somehow, she’d ended up in 1984 and then just weeks later had been thrust back into the 21st century after giving her heart to another man.

“I can’t talk to anyone but you about this and it’s killing me inside, Mav. All I can think about is Ice.”

“He was heartbroken, you know? Swore he’d never fall in love again, especially not with another pilot. Then Sarah came along. She was a civilian, but I think he missed your fire. A part of him continued to love you, even after your ‘death’. You should have seen the look on his face when he saw your file. He was convinced you were a ghost coming back to haunt him. He wanted to come see you, but I told him that probably wasn’t a good idea.”

Mongoose chuckled. “I met him once, you know? At our Top Gun graduation. I had no idea…”

“Well Ice was always good at hiding how he was feeling. I’m sure he wanted to tell you everything right then and there, but Rooster’s a good guy.”

“But I don’t…”

“Part of you does, kid. He’ll never be Tom, but he loves you. Maybe you’ll learn to love him how he loves you.”

Mongoose stood up and got ready to leave when Maverick stopped her.

“Ice wanted me to give this to you.” He handed her a wooden box.

“Thank you, Mav.”

“Anytime, Minx.”

Mongoose rolled her eyes. “Please stop calling me that.”

“Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Pete.”

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Bonding - Mary Winchester Imagine (Supernatural)

Title: Bonding

Pairing: Mary Winchester X Platonic!Reader, Sam & Dean Winchester X Child!Reader (18)

Requested: nope

Word Count: 1,514 words

Warning(s): canonical violence, demon

Summary: (Early Season 12) Mary wants to bond with the person that she considers her adoptive grandchild. (Y/n) is happy to go along for a hunt.

Author's Note: Okay, personally, I loved Mary in early season 12 and I liked her after the BMOL plot was over (season 13 was successful redemption for me).

Wanna read more about my Supernatural OC? You can find that information here!!

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I was tiredly walking to the kitchen, hand rubbing at the scar on my shoulder. It was still new to me, so I was aware of it every time I moved.

I made it to the kitchen to see Mary pouring a cup of coffee. It was still a little jarring to see her around the bunker after seeing pictures of her for so many years. I could only imagine what Sam and Dean thought about whenever they saw here.

"Morning," she said when she saw me walk in. "Coffee?"

"Sure," I nodded. I walked to the fridge and grabbed the creamer out of the door. I thanked Mary as I grabbed the mug. "Dean always makes fun of how much creamer I use."

"You don't drink coffee for the coffee part, do you?"

"God no," I chuckled as I put away the creamer. "I want the benefits without the flavor."

Mary just nodded, "Fair enough."

We both sat down at the table in silence. I was just focusing on the cup instead of making conversation.

"So," I looked up when Mary spoke. "How long have you been hunting?"

"Oh, umm, I started properly hunting when I was about 13," I explained. "I had started training before then."

"They made you train?"

"No, Dean and Sam hated the idea at first," I chuckled. "I had to beg them to let me train. I worked with Bobby. He watched me when the boys were out hunting."

She nodded, "Well, I think I found something a few hours away. Wanna join me?"

"You don't wanna take the boys," I asked.

"It's not that I don't want to," she explained. "But it looks like a pretty basic hunt, and I think it'd be a good opportunity for us to... bond."

"Bond," I replied.

She nodded, "You're... Well... You're kind of like my grandkid, so it would be stupid of me to not try to be close with you."

I smiled, "Okay. Let me finish my coffee and I'll go grab my bag."

"Alright," she smiled back.

About an hour later, we loaded up in the car that Mary had started using pretty soon after moving into the bunker.

"How far out is the hunt," I asked as she started driving.

"Map said about two hours outside of town," she replied. "I didn't want to leave us completely stranded."

I nodded before looking out the window.

"So, how did you end up with the boys," she asked after a few minutes of silence.

"Well," I said. "My dad was a hunter that had worked with Dean and John. He had stopped hunting after my mom got pregnant. When I was about ten, there was a shifter case in my hometown. Somehow, it found out about my dad and decided to take the form of my mom to get to him. Sam and Dean saved me but couldn't get to my dad or my mom. They had promised to take care of me, so... they did."

"Did you get to meet John?"

I let out a sigh, biting back my true answer, "No, I didn't. He passed before I got the chance."

Not that I would've wanted to, I thought. I would never say that to her face. It was her dead husband, not my place to speak badly about him.

"Did... Did they ever find your mom," she asked.

"When I became aware of what happened, I tried looking," I shrugged. "I never found a case of a body being found buried alive."

"I'm so sorry."

"It was a long time ago."

"You still deserve that closure," she insisted.

"Searching for closure is a waste of time," I replied. "God doesn't really care enough to explain his choices. No point finding an explanation that doesn't exist."

She nodded.

"You grew up hunting, right," I asked.

"Yeah," she said. "How'd you know that?"

"Dean told me about it," I replied, ignoring the whole Samuel Campbell incident. "Mostly because I begged him to."

She smiled at me. I smiled back.

"I did try to retire," she explained. "When I met John, I wanted to leave all of that behind. I thought it had worked... for the most part. Obviously, God had other plans."

The rest of the drive was pretty quiet. We made a bit of small talk, but it was mostly about the case. Sounded like an average demon case. It was weird. We hadn't had a straightforward demon hunt in a while.

We spent most of the first day questioning people. It was more of a way to confirm what was happening. Reports of sulfur and blackouts. It was a demon case.

The most difficult part was tracking the damn thing down.

Its path seemed completely random.

"None of the victims even have reports of weird luck," Mary said as we stared at the news reports.

"Maybe we're looking at the wrong thing," I replied. "We're looking for money, relationships between two people that wouldn't normally end up together, the things that stick out. What if it's not the obvious?"

"What do you mean," she asked.

"Are all of the victims married," I looked through the reports.

"Yeah," she nodded.

"What if they weren't happy marriages," I suggested. "Look at how the reports talk about them. 'Lucky, childhood sweethearts, true love that only grew with marriage.'"

"They made a deal to save their marriage," she muttered. "A bit of a stretch."

"We'll only know if we can find out if they were all in marriage counseling," I pointed at her before grabbing my notebook. "I have notes about four of the five being in counseling."

"Did we get a name?"

"I don't have one," I shook my head. "But I doubt a town this small has a thriving market."

I was right.

There was only one counselor in town. She hadn't started taking clients until about a decade ago... the average time for a demon deal.

We made it to the woman's office late. We knew she would most likely still be here, but the chances of their being more patients were rare.

"Okay," Mary tucked the knife into the inner pocket of her jacket. "I'm going in alone."

"What, why," I asked.

"Distressed wife role," she shrugged. "Go around the back and see if you can find a way in."

"Are you sure about this," I asked.

"It's going to be fine," she promised. "Let's get this done."

I nodded and went to circle the building.

I managed to find an unlocked back door. I was immediately suspicious of how easy it was to get into the building.

I held onto my knife tightly as I walked in.

I had maybe gotten a few feet from the door before I was thrown backward into a wall. I groaned at the impact before opening my eyes to look at the demon that was holding me there.

"Hello," she greeted. "Winchester's kid, right?"

"Happy to meet you," I said sarcastically.

"Oh, I'm sure," she replied. "I've heard all about you and your... dads? Do you call them that?"

I ignored her.

"I do hope you know that I am not scared of you."

"If you aren't scared, then let me down. Make this a fair fight."

"But where's the fun in that," she rolled her eyes. "I'd much rather get to tell your dads that I ensured you had a slow death."

"You'd die before uttering a word," I forced a chuckle.

"Yeah, yeah," she waved my comment off before starting to close her hand.

I tried to take a breath, but it wasn't possible. I had been moving toward the verge of unconsciousness when I saw the demon's skin glow as it was stabbed.

I hit the ground hard, shoulder taking the brunt of the impact.

"Are you okay," Mary ran over and crouched in front of me. I nodded. "Are you sure?"

I pushed myself off the floor and hugged her, "I'm fine."

She slowly hugged me back, "Good, the boys would've killed me if you weren't."

I chuckled and moved back.

I stood up and helped Mary stand again, "What are we gonna do with her?"

"Umm... we'll figure it out."

We looked at each other, sharing a shrug.

--time skip--

I let out a yell when I was yanked into a hug.

Mary and I had just made it back to the bunker. We had only been gone a number of days, but I knew the boys weren't ecstatic about it.

"Are you okay," I heard Dean ask.

I nodded, "Yeah, yeah. I'm fine, Dean."

Sam was standing off to the side. As Dean went to talk to his mom, I ran over to Sam. I hugged him tightly. He chuckled as he hugged me back.

"How was your first hunt back," he asked.

"Good, good," I nodded. "Same amount of chaos as I'm used to."

Sam grinned, "Good. I'm glad that you and Mary are getting to know each other."

I looked back over my shoulder at Mary and smiled, "Yeah, so am I."

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Love to Hate You ~ A Chris Evans Story ~ Chapter 6

Pairing: Chris Evans/OFC Angela Wagner

Summary: Angela Wagner has been best friends with Sebastian Stan for years. Meeting in Vienna and following each other around the world has formed a bond that couldn't be broken. No matter how much Sebastian's other best friend, Chris Evans, tries.

A cruel comment sets the stage, and the frenemies makes sure to let each other know how much they love to hate each other.

*** this story will have situations and scenes that are not suitable for younger readers. Smut, infidelity, degradation, dirty talk and foul language are your warnings.

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Chapter 6 ~ Illicit Affairs

Going back to New York was torture for Angela.  She wanted to stay in her happy bubble. The bubble that included Chris.  Her mind floated to the day before.  He took her to places she wasn’t aware she could.  He only left for the press event, but she stayed in his room and slept.  Until Sebastian called to meet for dinner.

She left a note for Chris.

Chris,

Seb called me for dinner

I’ll be back.

Angie

She got up and headed to her room.  As she was about to get in the shower, there was a knock on the door.  She wrapped the towel securely around herself and opened the door.  Chris rushed in.  “Chris?”

“And I find you in a towel.  Thank fuck.”  He kissed her hard.

Angela pulled away.  “I thought you had press.”

“I faked a headache.  I thought you would have been in the room but I saw your note.” He kissed her again.  “Why are you in a towel?”

“I was about to shower.”

“How much time?” He asked in between kisses to her neck.

“I have… god… like an hour.  Jesus baby… join me?”

“Absolutely.”  He removed her towel.  “My queen you are perfect.”  He took off his shirt and picked her up, kissing her long and hard. He kept a hand on her as he turned on the water.  “Is Seb on this wall?”

“No.  The other.”

“Good, because I’m going to rail you against this wall.”  He took off the pants and boxers and stepped in and held out his hand.  “You want it my ice queen?”

“Give it to me Cap.”  Angela took his hand and stepped in.  Chris pulled her into the spray and kissed her.

“God, I love your taste baby.  Cannot get enough,” he said. He ran his fingers over her fold, listening to her mewl.  “So ready,” he groaned.  He lifted her up and thrusted into her.  “You are always so wet.”  He thrusted slowly. “For me?”

“For you baby. Harder Chris.”

He couldn’t deny her.  He moved faster, pinning her to the wall.  “Stay with me tonight,” he grunted.

“I can’t I leave,” she panted.  “I fly, oh god, I fly at 7 to New York. I have a shoot. Chris, baby, please.”

“C’mon Angela, cum for me.” She clenched hard, screaming as she cummed and cummed.  He kept going, not letting up.  He kept going, chasing his own high. Angela was almost limp in his arms. “C’mon baby, one more.  Can you give me one more, my ice queen?”

She moaned and gripped his shoulders.  “Baby, please, I’m so tired.”

“I know my Angela.  Almost. There,” he said with each thrust.  He reached in between to stroke her clit, rubbing gently. “You can do it baby.  Cum with me.”  He felt her starting to flutter.  “That’s it my ice queen, let go.”

She cummed with barely a scream but feeling him let go and reach his high, coating her in his cum.  “Fuck Angela,” he said.  He slowed to a stop, still holding her close.  “Let’s get you cleaned up.”  He let her down gently, making sure she could stand.  He took the shampoo and washed her hair.  “I wanted to know my ice queen, is this your hair color?”

Angela giggled.  “Natural red head Chris.”

“I love that.” He took some soap and took care washing every inch of her.  When he was done with her, she did the same to him, he hummed as her hand skated over his skin.  They got out and wrapped each other in towels.  Chris led them to her bed, and he sat, pulling her to straddle him.  “I’ll stay with you then.  I just want to wake up with you in my arms.” He kissed her softly.

“Chris, Seb is the one taking me to the airport. You said you wanted to keep us a secret.”

“I know.  I’ll leave early.  Baby, please?”

“Sebastian is right next door.   We can’t have any fun, my darling.”  She leaned up to kiss him.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.  They scrambled with Chris getting into the restroom. Angela pulled the robe on and answered.  “Hey Rață.” 

“Duck, you almost ready?”

“Just need to get dressed.”

“Ok, I’ll meet you downstairs.  Mackie coming with us.”

“Anyone else?”

Sebastian looked at her with puzzlement.  “Who else would go?”

“I don’t know,” she shrugged. “I was just wondering.”

“Ok.” He shook his head.  “How did it go with Penn?”

“I didn’t reach him.  I guess I’ll talk to him when I get back to New York tomorrow.”

“About that, I won’t be able to fly with you back.  They need me to stay for some other interviews.”

“Oh ok.  Is it still ok for me to stay at your place?  Don’t really feel like going home.”

“Of course Duck.  See you downstairs.”

Angela closed the door and Chris came out, his jaw tight. “You’re calling Penn?”

“I wasn’t planning on it until I got back.  Sucks.  I’ll be all alone in New York.” Angela started to slip on her underwear.

“You will?”

“You guys have press stuff to finish and everyone else I know won’t be back for awhile.  Wish I didn’t have this job now.”

“Who’s it for?”

“Uh, Esquire.  Shooting Tom Hardy for the May cover.” Angela smiled mischievously.  “Now that’s hot.”

“Oh really,” Chris’s eyes darkened.  He started to stalk her, and she took a step back.  She squealed when he lifted her up and threw her on the bed. He climbed on top of her and pinned her arms over her head. “Is he hotter than me?”

She could feel his cock started to harden.  “Chris, please.”

“Say it my ice queen.  Tell me who’s hotter.” He grinds down on her. “Tell me.” He started to tickle her.

She squirmed and laughed. “I was just playing Chris. It you.  Its always you.”  She reached up to kiss him.

His phone went off right then.  Chris checked and laughed.  “It’s Sebastian.”  He showed her the phone.

S: Hey, feeling better?

C: yeah

S: Dinner?

C: Sure. Where?

S: hotel restaurant

C: U and Me?

S: with Mack and Angie

C: guess so

S: I thought you guys were ok

Chris looked up and smiled at Angela

C: she thawed a bit

Angela smacked him and he pulled her into his lap.

S: Will you ever be friends

C: I’m ok, up to her

Angela snapped back from her daydream and got ready for take off.  She was about to put her headphones in when someone asked, “is this seat taken?” Her mouth popped open as Chris smiled down at her.

“What are you doing here?”

“I volunteered to do the morning shows tomorrow. So I have the whole night with you,” he whispered.

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A couple of months later found Chris waiting to do a photo shoot for GQ in New York.  He hated photo shoots, but it was necessary for the publicity. He slipped on the first outfit and headed to the shoot area.  His mind drifted to Angela.  He hadn’t seen her since he had done the press for Marvel.  He hadn’t been able to make it back to New York and she had been away on a couple of shoots.  He sighed as he waited for the photographer to tell him how to stand.

“Ok Mr. Evans,” a familiar voice said.  He looked up to see an angel on earth speaking to him.  “If you could stand on the mark with your hands in your back pockets, please.”  Angela smirked as Chris maintained the shocked look on his face.

He moved to comply with her request. She pointed her camera and started to shoot.  “Ok Mr. Evans…”

“Chris please.” 

“Ok Chris, a little more relaxed.  Not so icy,” she said with emphasis.  He scowled as she smirked and continued to shoot.  She stopped to move a strand of dark hair off his forehead. 

“Seduce me, Chris.  Make love to me through the camera,” she whispered.

“Oh, my ice queen, you’ll be begging when we are done.”  Angela stepped back and started shooting again.  Chris kept his eyes on her as he lifted this shirt, showing off his perfect abs, making her close her legs.  She got a breather when he went to change outfits.

It didn’t last as Chris came out in a three-piece suit grey suit. Her breath hitched as he posed against the window, the lines of his silhouette in contrast of the light. She shook her head to pull her back from the dreams in her head of how she wanted to peel him from that suit.  She took the photos, capturing his smirk in a few.  She decided to take a little revenge.  As the set up for the next shot happens, Angela pulls the elastic from her hair, allowing it to tumble down her chest and back.  She could see Chris visibly tense, watching her.  She bent down to regather her hair and tie it up, her backside to him.

Chris went to get water and came back close to her.  “You are going to pay for that my ice queen,” he whispered.

“Sebastian is out of town,” she whispered back.

“Perfect.  I have been waiting to feel your bed again.” 

The shoot finished up and Chris went to change.  Angela packed up her equipment and handed the photos to the editors.  She saw Chris waiting at the elevators looking at his phone.  “Anything interesting?”

“Just checking my schedule.” Chris smirked at her.  “Seeing how many days I can spend with you,” he whispered.

“Later, handsome.  We need to get back to my place.”  They made it to the street and quickly jumped into a cab.  Chris took Angela’s face in his hands.  “I’ve been dreaming of you my queen.”  He kissed her passionately.  “I’ve miss you so much.”

“I’ve miss you too Chris.” They held each other until they got to her and Sebastian’s apartment. They wasted no time.  As soon as the door was closed, Chris lifted Angela over his shoulder.  She squealed as he smacked her ass and walked to her room.  He tossed her onto the bed and climbed onto her.

“I’ve wanted to be right here for the last two months.” Chris captured her lips, tasting her like it was the first time. He worked his hands to the hem of her blouse and quickly pulled it off.  “Just as I remember, perfection,” causing Angela to giggle.  “Oh fuck, and that giggle.” Chris started to kiss her neck, turning her giggles into sighs.

“Oh Chris, please.”  Angela wanted him all over her. She ran her hands through his hair, feeling the softness of his short hair.

But Chris had other plans. He stopped, and she whined at the loss of contact.  He reached over to her robe on the floor and pulled the tie. “Do you trust me?”

“Depends.”

“On?”

“What you are planning to do.”

“I want to tie you to the bed my ice queen.  I want you to feel everything I want to give to you.” Angela shuddered at the thought, bitting her bottom lip.  Chris smirked at her reaction.  “So, do you trust me?”

“You promise you won’t hurt me.” Angela’s eyes showed a slight hesitation.

“I promise Angela, I won’t do anything to hurt you.  I just want to push your limit.”  He kissed her gently. “You tell me to stop and I will, ok?”

“Ok.”   She closed her eyes and offered her hands.

“Baby, you gotta look at me.”  Angela opened her eyes.  “I have to know we’ll be ok.”

“I trust you, Chris.” Angela looked straight at him as he took her wrists and wrapped them so they were together with enough slack so he could tie it to the post.

“I never asked my queen, why are you back at Sebastian’s?” He started to kiss down her sternum, causing her to squirm.

“I didn’t want to stay at Penn’s anymore.  He’s been avoiding me.” She arched her back as Chris pulled the cup of her bra down and used his tongue around her nipple.

“So you’re still together.” Chris moved to the other side and continued.

“Technically yes.” Angela moaned as Chris started to kiss her stomach.  “But it’s over.  He has to know its over.  Because, oh god,” Chris had reached her belly button, “I, oh, I have you.”

Chris smiled at her words. “Yeah, baby, you do.”  He pulled her jeans down, leaving her in just her underwear.  Chris reached up to unclasp her bra and pulled it up her arms to cover her eyes.  “No more seeing, my ice queen.  Just feel.”

“Chris, please.” Angela squired, twisting her head to see.  The bra falls off, allowing Angela a cheeky grin.

“Oh, my bad girl.  Is that how you want to play.  Ok, no problem.”  Chris got off of Angela and moved to his bag.  He produces the tie he was wearing earlier.  He saunters back to her and uses the tip of the tie to tease her.

“God, baby, please.” Angela begged, the sensitivity from his previous attention setting her skin a buzz. 

Chris straddles her, keeping his weight on his knees.  He leans down to kiss her hard. While her eyes are closed, he places the silk tie over her eyes and lifts her head to knot it in place. He kisses her gently as he gets off of her. He stares at her body, taking in every inch.  He gets close to her ear, “time for some sweet torture my queen.”  Her breath hitches and she turn to try and see him.

He decides to ghost her skin, letting his breath tease her skins.  She pulls on the robe tie, itching to touch him.  “Stop pulling, my ice queen.  You’ll mark your skin.” Angela went lax, pouting, her bottom lip jutting out. Chris chuckled and slid his hands on her legs. He grasped her panties and slid them down her legs.  He pocketed them and took off the rest of his clothes, placing his watch on the night table.

He started to kiss her ankles and up on legs, listening to her little moans. He made it all the way up her legs and placed a kiss right on her mound.  That got the loudest moan from her.  He couldn’t help himself.  He started to lick and suck her clit, tasting her.  He added a finger, slowing sinking into her.  “God, your pussy is just another level of delicious.”

“Chris, please, I’ll do anything.  Please make me cum.”

“Anything, my queen?  Let me think on that.”  Chris started to eat her harder. “Hmmm, come with me to Boston.  Spend the week in my bed.  I want to wake up with you all week.  Whatdaya say Angela?  Come home with me.”  He pushed harder on her clit with his tongue.

“Yes, Chris, ok, yes, please!”

He moved faster.  “Cum now!”

She let go and released all over his tongue and fingers.  Chris quickly removed his fingers, licked his fingers cleans and pressed his cock to her entrance.  She gasped at the over stimulation. “Chris…”

“It’s ok baby.  It’s intense right?”

“Baby, please I don’t think I can take much more.”

Chris started to pound into her, lifting her legs onto his waist to go deeper.  “You are always so tight and warm my queen.   Good, I can’t get enough.”

“Please Chris, I want to touch you.” Angela pulled on the ties again.

Chris stopped and pulled the restraint loose.  Angela put her hands on Chris’s arms, grasping his biceps. He worked hard.  “Babe, are you almost there?”

“Yes Chris, please don’t stop.” 

Chris reached down and rubbed her clit, “C’mon baby, cum with me.  Let me feel you.  Do it Angela.”

His words sent her over the edge and she cummed, squeezing his cock, prompting his own release.  He slowed and the pulled out, heading to her bathroom.  He brought back a towel and gently cleaned her up and removed the blindfold.  Her eyes were still closed.  He climbed into the bed and pulled her towards him.  “Angie, you with me?” 

“No, I have died.  Am deceased,” she murmured, snuggling closer to him.  He played with her hair as she snoozed.  Suddenly, they heard keys hitting the door.

Chris and Angela jumped up and scrambled.  Chris grabbed his clothes and ran into her bathroom.  Angela pulled a robe over her body and had just closed it when she heard, “Duck? You home?”

She came out of her room, closing the door almost all the way.  “Hey Rață, you’re home early.”

“Yeah, we wrapped sooner than I thought. Thought I could spend some time together before I have to head out again.”

“Yeah, when do you leave?”

“End of the week.   How was the shoot?”

“It was fine. GQ will be happy.”

“Who was the model?”

Angela had her back turned as she walked back to her room, and she knew Chris was listening.  She closed her eyes. “It was Chris.”

Sebastian followed her into her room.  “Oh?”

“It was fine Rață.  He was respectful since I was at work and he listened to my directions.  Again, everyone will be happy.”

“If you say so Duck.  I’m going to take a quick nap.”  He leaned to give a kiss to Angela on her forehead.  He notices the watch on the nightstand.  “Was Penn here?”

“What?”

“The watch. It looks familiar.”   

“Oh, no. I found it… in my bathroom.  Someone must have left it from your last party.”

“Oh, I guess so.  I’ll see you in a bit.”  Sebastian left the room, and she heard his door close.   She opened the bathroom door to reveal a fully dressed. Chris.  “I’m sorry.”

“Me too.   Not about hiding.  About not being able to go another round,” he whispered, capturing her lips.  “So he leaves at the end of the week.   Are you working?”

“No, I’m off for a month.”

“K. Maybe you can visit my hotel this week.” He kissed her again. “But I’ll send a car on Saturday to take you to the airport.  I fly at noon, and I’ll take care of everything.”  He quickly and quietly made it to the door. 

Angela got on her tip toes to give another kiss.  “Bye darling.   I’ll see you soon.”

“Bye, my queen.  I miss you already.”

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#5

Nowhere to Run--Ch. 40

Chapter 40

           Jericho felt white hot rage rocket through him at Jack Perry’s words. His whole body bucked up, crowding against the younger man. It took every ounce of his self-control to stop himself from hauling off and tearing the kid into pieces.

           “Hey, hey,” Christian said as he wedged between the two of them. He pushed Jack as far away as he could. “Get out of here, kid, before you say something even more stupid than you just did.”

           “It’s the truth,” Jack snarled over Christian’s shoulder. “She’s a slut and a rat and she’s probably screwing the entire faction! And he’s practically paying for it.”

           “Jack!” Christian shoved out behind him. “Saurus, get him out of here.”

           Jericho watched Luchasaurus grab Jack around the middle and start dragging him toward the hallway. He wanted to follow after them and yank his head off by his ratty curls. It was only Christian standing between them that kept him from taking off, fists cocked and pissed off in a way that he’d never been before.

           “It’s no surprise,” Jack continued before he was out of sight. “No one wants him anyway. That’s the only way he can get it! He’s turned Kat into a whore!”

           “Saurus! Shut him up! Knock him out if you have to!” Christian watched Jericho carefully. His voice dropped as he stepped closer. “Don’t do something you’ll regret, Chris.”

           Jericho’s jaw bunched as he clenched his teeth. His eyes never left the hallway through which Luchasaurus had just dragged Jack Perry. “The only thing I regret, Christian, is letting that little boy walk away right now with his head still on his shoulders.”

           “Look, the kid’s being an idiot—”

           “Oh, that doesn’t even begin to describe it.” Jericho pointed over Christian’s shoulder. “He stays away from Kat. He keeps his mouth shut about her. If not, the next time I see him, I will kill him. Understand?”

           Christian backed up a step, surprised by the pure venom in Jericho’s words. “I’ll pass it along.”

           Jericho closed the space between them, grabbing his old friend by the front of his shirt. “I’m serious. That little punk is going to get his ass handed to him if I even hear his voice around a corner. And so help me God, I will go through whoever I have to that stands between me and him. Even you.”

***

           I heard the shouting all the way in the Inner Circle dressing room. Even with the door shut and Santana talking a mile a minute and louder than he needed to. Part of me was grateful that he was trying to drown it all out, but another part of me—the masochistic part—wanted to hear the whole thing.

           My stomach turned over, pushing vomit up my throat, as the shouting finally made sense. The only voice that I could hear was Jack’s. I would know it anywhere, no matter where I was or how long it had been. The vomit burned the back of my throat as his words echoed in my head.

           Slut.

           Rat.

           Whore.

           I could hear each syllable reverberating down the hallway. I squeezed my eyes shut to hold back the tears. Jericho and I had been careful. We’d tried hard to make sure that we didn’t make a scene at work. But now there was no hiding it, and there would be no getting around the accusations and vileness thrown at us—at me—by Jack.

           Everyone in the building would know now. And God knew how they would look at me when they saw me.

           “I’m going to murder that little cocksucker,” Santana growled as I collapsed even further into the sofa, curling in on myself until every part of me was as small as I could possibly make it. “I’m going to rip his stupid little head right off and shove it straight up his ass. Me and ‘Tiz… we’re going to put an end to him. New York style. The bloodier the better.”

           My hands came up over my head, covering my ears so that I couldn’t hear any of it. Not the shouts coming down the hallway or the threats Santana spewed in English and Spanish and a violent-sounding mix of the two. I didn’t even want to hear the sound of my own breathing. My own heartbreak.

           I’m leaving, I thought desperately, not quite sure what I was leaving or where I was going to go. I’m leaving. I’m leaving. I’m leaving.

           I felt nauseous as I stumbled up from the sofa and lurched toward the door. Before any of them could do anything, I’d thrown open the door and took off running down the hallway toward the back bay doors. My head felt too full and my heart too empty. Everything felt muted and dark. I wanted to be anywhere but there.

           The door banged shut behind me like a gunshot. I yelped and grabbed onto the railing to keep myself upright. The lights of Jacksonville were hazy on the near horizon, blocking out the stars until the sky was nothing but a blank inkblot over the skyline. I sucked in one lungful of air after another to drag air into my lungs. Running away was harder than I expected it would be.

           I leaned over the railing, retching and dry heaving. My head throbbed. I wanted to go home so desperately that it nearly knocked me out.

           Noise roared so loud in my ear that I didn’t hear him walk out. I turned, tears streaming down my face. He had his suitcase at his side, hair pulled back, glasses on. For an instant—one perfectly unguarded instant—he looked at me like he always had. There was an infinitesimal smile on his lips and a light in his deep brown eyes.

           Just as quickly it was gone. Jack looked right through me.

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24 notes - Posted January 21, 2022

#4

Nowhere to Run--Ch. 45

Chapter 45

           “I’ll be fine! Go,” Kat said with a wide, laughing smile. She pushed him gently against the shoulders as he leaned down to kiss her. She turned her head so that he got her cheek. “You’re going to be late! Now go!”

           Jericho slipped his arms around Kat and dragged her close, chasing her playfully twisting head until he finally landed a kiss on her lips. He laughed with her, glad to see some of the weight of the last few weeks fall away from her. “It’s half an hour away, sweetheart,” he teased. “And they can start the show without me. I don’t care.”

           She put her hands on either side of his face and rose up on her toes. He locked his hands behind the small of her back and lifted her up. Kat kissed him over and over again, grinning broader after each one. Her eyes were a beautiful, clear, bright green that made his heart beat harder in his chest. He loved her more than he could ever explain. And he’d probably love her more tomorrow than he did just then.

           “Alright, alright, fine,” Jericho said. “I’m going. I’m going. It’s like you want to get rid of me.”

           Kat scoffed, her eyes going wide. “Never! But if you insist on going to work,” she replied dramatically, “then you’re going to be on time.”

           The smile slipped from his face at her words. “Kat, I don’t have to go back. We can go right back to Tampa tonight if that’s what you want.”

           She settled her hands on his biceps. “Chris. Go. The boys need you. You saw how much trouble they got into without you when we were gone for the tour.”

           He let his fingers run through the ends of her hair. “The second they don’t need me anymore, I’m leaving Daily’s. I might even come back in my gear.”

           “No, you won’t,” she said matter-of-factly.

           Jericho felt the corner of his mouth tip up. “No, I probably won’t.”

***

           Home away from home. That’s how I’d come to think of that suite. It had been where I spent the first night with Jericho. Where I’d woken up that first morning wrapped up in his arms in a way that made me want to have a thousand more nights and mornings with him. It was where we’d sat on the floor and watched crappy movies while eating room service. The first place he’d called me kitten and where he’d given me the first pieces of his heart. God knew he’d had all of mine for years.

           I showered and changed into what had become my normal pajamas—boyshorts and his KISS t-shirt—before ordering room service. The closer it got to showtime, the more anxious I became. All I could think about was what I’d be doing if I hadn’t decided to walk away from AEW. I wondered who had been conscripted into my place and if they were doing everything the way that Jericho and the Inner Circle liked. By the time the food arrived, I didn’t know if I was going to be able to eat at all.

           My phone buzzed on the cushion beside me with an incoming text message. My heart warmed at Jericho’s name on the screen. We’ve got a tape and two matches. I’ll text you just before. We’d agreed on this the moment that Jericho asked me if it was okay for him to go back to AEW while I was out on my month-long cool down leave. I’d made him promise not to have anything to do with Jack Perry. He’d asked me to still watch the Inner Circle matches. I agreed, with the stipulation that he had to text me right before they happened. I didn’t want to see anything else.

           Okay, I texted back, but I’m watching Mark Wahlberg movies until then.

***

           It was half past eight when the first heads up text came. A backstage interview was about to go live. I flipped over to Dynamite, silently hoping that I wouldn’t see Jack. Luckily, I made it just in time. My heart skipped a beat when I saw Jericho standing at the front of the gathered Inner Circle. He wore a sleeveless zippered hoodie that was only zipped halfway. For some reason, it made his arms look bigger than they were—and that was saying something—and drew my attention to the tattoos on his left arm. I’d memorized them all. And made fun of him for a few.

           Alex Marvez stood just to Jericho’s right. “I’m here with the Inner Circle. Chris Jericho, you’ve been dealing with MJF for over a month now. He’s already beaten you once. What makes you think he won’t do it again?”

           “Listen here, Marvez,” Jericho retorted, his voice going gravelly. “Yeah, MJF has beaten me before. It took his buddy Wardlow helping him out to get it done, but that’s water under the bridge. One of these days, MJF is gonna end up like Marky Mark and the Funky Bunch and get caught with his pants around his ankles. And Max—if you want to prove you’re a real man—you’ll leave Megatron at home next time.”

           I nearly choked on my drink as Jericho walked out of frame. Sammy and Jake followed after, leaving only Santana and Ortiz behind. “And FTR, when you square up with us tonight for a shot at those titles… be prepared. Because when the cat’s away… well… you’ll find out. Te veremos pronto, mamí.”

           The shot faded into a commercial break. No sooner had it happened than my phone rang. I rolled my eyes and picked up, switching over to FaceTime. “You’re an absolute idiot,” I said, unable to stop the smile that spread over my face.

           Jericho looked back, grinning back as if he’d done something incredibly clever. “I couldn’t help myself, sweetheart.”

           “And Santana and Ortiz, they aren’t the only ones in the world who speak Spanish.”

           Beautiful black curls appeared over Jericho’s shoulder. “What d’you want us to do next time, mamí, just call you out?”

           I grinned. “You’re all an absolute mess, and I love you for it.”

           “We love you, too, Katnip,” Sammy said, popping into view onto Santana’s back.

           “Yeah,” came Jake Hager’s voice from somewhere off camera. “We miss you and shit.”

           My heart warmed in a way that was hard to describe. Jake wasn’t one to really talk much, and it was ridiculously sweet for him to say that. “I miss you and shit, too.”

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25 notes - Posted February 7, 2022

#3

Singing Too Late

A/N: Inspired by @rollynchwhore​. The song is Soldier Poet King by the Oh Hellos.

Matt

           I flopped down on the weight bench, practically dripping with sweat. We had a major match against the Inner Circle coming up and there was no way around getting the cardio in. We were taking over Jaguar Stadium and doing the very first ever Stadium Stampede match. My ribs were jacked up already, and Y/N was definitely not happy with me agreeing to this match. It didn’t matter that I’d have Nick, Kenny, Adam, and Matt Hardy working the match with me or that it was a cinematic style match.

           All Y/N could see was that I was working what was practically a no DQ match in a place with way too many places where I could get hurt even more.

           “You good?” Nick asked as he crouched down to plop onto his back on the floor mat.

           I took an experimental breath and wiped my face with the hem of my shirt. “Yeah, just winded. I’ve got to do this tomorrow with my ribs taped up. Otherwise, I’m never going to be able to get through this match without just having to hide under the ring for most of it.”

           “And you’re still dead set on your spots, aren’t you?” My little brother looked up at me with the same worry in his eyes that Y/N wore.

           “There’s two.” I held up my fingers and counted off. “The uprights and the full field suplex.”

           Nick chugged half a bottle of water before handing me what was left. “Did you forget about the powerbomb?”

           I finished off the bottle and sighed. “We’re not telling her about that one.”

           “No, you’re not telling her. And that’s all on you. I’m not going to cover your ass when she finds out.”

           Grunting, I sat up and pressed my hand to my side. The more my heart settled down, the easier it was to breathe. The less it hurt. I stood up and reached down to help Nick to his feet. “We’ll cross that bridge when we get there. C’mon, Y/N is probably ready for a break.”

Nick

           Matt was stupid, and he was going to regret it when our wife found out about everything that Matt was planning to do with a pair of broken ribs. Of course, she wouldn’t be happy with me because I knew about it. But that was Matt’s problem, not mine.

           I led the way across the concrete circle drive to the kitchen door of my house. It was just about time for the kids to go down for their naps and with four—one of them a newborn—Y/N needed all hands on deck as often as possible. A shower would have been nice, but we’d gotten too carried away in the gym preparing for the match. We were cutting it close to nap time already.

           The moment I opened the back door, I heard a faint murmuring filtering through the house. It took a moment to realize that it was Y/N’s voice. Soft and quiet, the whispering sound of her singing. Just like she did at every nap time and every bed time, one by one as she tucked our children into their beds. Sometimes they all gathered up in Mattie’s room, piling together on that castle bed with their heads cradled against my wife as they drifted to sleep.

           Matt came through the door behind me like a bull busting through a china shop. I reached behind me, thumping him hard in the chest to shut him up. He let out a loud, pained grunt. I must have hit him near the ribs.

           “What the hell, Nick?”

           I turned on my heel, my finger to my mouth as I gestured toward the living room. Once he took a breath, I knew in an instant that he heard the same thing I did. Matt softened, a smile stretching over his face as he smiled at the sound of our wife. I could only imagine that I looked the same.

           Together, we tiptoed forward toward the doorway.

***

           I cradled RJ in the curve of my arms. He was already halfway asleep, his little rosebud mouth half open. Lee sat in my lap, his head against my shoulder as he sucked his thumb. One of these days, we needed to break him of it, but with four kids to put down for a nap, there were bigger things to deal with. Nicole had climbed into Mattie’s arms, her head tucked against her older sister’s neck. My oldest swayed back and forth, a smile on her seven-year-old face.

           “Sing the song, Mommy,” Mattie said softly.

           Grinning, I started humming. Mattie joined in, turning in slow circles as she started singing along.

           “There will come a soldier, who carries a mighty sword,” I sang tenderly, the words coming out in liltingly. “He will tear your city down, oh lei, oh lai, oh, Lord.”

           My heart swelled with love as I heard Mattie singing along. It had been her lullaby since she was born. I’d sung it to every one of our children almost every day of their lives, sometimes twice. I smiled, dropping my voice so that Mattie’s was a little louder.

           “There will come a poet, whose weapon is His word,” she sang in her sweet little voice. “He will slay you with His tongue, oh lei, oh lai, oh, Lord.”

           I watched Nicole wrap her arms tighter around her sister’s neck. Lee snuggled in against my shoulder as Mattie and I sang.

Matt

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#2

Nowhere to Run--Ch. 50

Chapter 50

           Jericho leaned against the wall inside the EVP locker room. The Bucks and Kenny were on the sofa against the wall, all three of them looking over at him with looks that mixed confusion and concern.

           “It’s been over a month. Any idea when Kat might want to come in to have a meeting about bringing her back?” Kenny asked.

           He sighed. “Probably not for a while.”

           Matt groaned. “This backstage is falling apart without her. We can’t do this for much longer.”

           “You’re going to have to do it for at least…” Jericho looked up, doing the math quickly in his head. “I don’t know… six months. Maybe seven.”

           Nick’s brow furrowed. “What—” He stopped, grinning. “You’ve got to be kidding me!”

           Jericho smiled back, happiness burning through him. He could feel it turning him inside out. His boys in the Inner Circle knew about Kat’s pregnancy, but they’d been sworn to secrecy as far as everyone else was concerned. It was so strange to him that it made him so happy to tell someone else—to share the news with people who cared about Kat. About him.

           “Not at all,” Jericho replied. “She’s three months. We didn’t even know until a few weeks ago.”

           Nick was the first one up from the sofa. He crossed the room and pulled Jericho into a back-thumping hug. “Congratulations!”

           “Does Tony know?” Matt asked as he got up. “I’m assuming the boys do.”

           He didn’t have to ask who Matt meant by that. “Kat told them about a week after we found out. She wanted to be the one to tell them.”

           Nick made a face. “But she didn’t want to tell us? I’m hurt!”

           “I’ll be sure to relay the message,” he laughed.

***

           I sat on the edge of the pool, feet dangling in the water. It was warm and soothed the swelling that had already started in my ankles. My head fell back, eyes closed as I let the sun wash over me. It was mid-afternoon in Jacksonville. Jericho had just left no long before to go to Daily’s Place. I had hours to kill before he would be back with the rest of the Inner Circle in tow.

           The weeks had passed more quickly than I expected they would. Time moved in a lightspeed tempo that made me question what the next few months would bring. I settled my hand on my belly and let my fingers feel for that little bump that had already started to show. It was something new and strange. Something Jericho had been mesmerized with ever since I’d pointed it out to him. So many nights I’d fallen asleep with his head on my chest and his fingers brushing slow circles on my stomach.

           The thought made me smile. He had been indulgent before, but the idea of becoming a father seemed to have changed so much. It was like I barely had to think of wanting something and he had already bought it or done it. There was something beautiful about the way that he seemed to take such wonderful care of me and now of the baby that was on the way.

           My phone rang, and I reached back to grab it from the lounge chair. Nick Jackson’s name showed up on the screen. My heart picked up just a little in my chest as I answered.

           “Hello?”

           “Hey, Kat,” he said with that happy voice of his. I could imagine him smiling on the other end. “I wanted to say congratulations. Chris just told us.”

           I looked back up at the bright blue sky and sighed. “Of course he did,” I said teasingly. “Seriously, though. Thank you, Nick.”

           “Are you nervous?”

           “Fucking terrified.”

           Nick laughed. “I know the feeling. Matt and I were a mess every time Sam was pregnant.”

           “It’s barely started, and I don’t know what to expect. I’ve read the books and every blog I can find, but I still have no idea where to start. To even think to start.”

           “There’s a lot of moms and dads around here, Kat. All you have to do is ask.”

***

           Jericho walked down the hall with Santana and Ortiz, talking about the trios tag match they had later that night. Long weeks might have passed since Kat decided that staying with AEW wasn’t the best thing for her, but none of them had gotten used to how it felt to be without her. It had taken far longer than any of them wanted to admit to figure out how to manage themselves again.

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The One Where Mox Gets A Cookie

A/N: Thanks @rollynchwhore

It was near the end of Dynamite and Matt and Nick had a match in the main event. Their wife had gone off to catering to grab something to eat, leaving them with two-year-old Mattie. At first, they thought it was only going to be fifteen minutes or so, but after half an hour they started to panic. They had to get to the ring, and they certainly couldn’t take their toddler with them.

“Bub!” Mattie called, waving at Tony Khan as he sat behind the production table. Tony looked up and grinned. While Kenny, Adam, and Brandon had been dubbed Uncles, Mattie seemed to think of Tony as a brother. To that day, Matt, Nick, and Y/N had no clue where she’d learned the word Bub, but that’s what she called Tony. And he loved it.

“TK, we’re really sorry, but can you keep an eye on her until Y/N gets back from catering? I swear, it should only be a few minutes,” Nick said worriedly.

“Sure!” Tony said, standing up and holding out his arms to take her. “Gimme.”

Mattie squealed happily when she got plopped into her Bub’s lap. She immediately made grabby hands at his bag of Sour Patch Kids, but he pushed them out of the way. Instead, he handed her a chocolate chip cookie just as Matt and Nick disappeared toward the tunnels. She leaned her head against Tony’s shoulder as she gnawed on the cookie, drool soon covering her fingers.

“This is some goddamn fucking bullshit,” came an angry roar ten minutes later. A loud crash echoed through the hallway as a pile of steel chairs slammed into the concrete floor. 

As soon as she heard the sound, Mattie wriggled her way out of Tony’s arms to go investigate, her sodden half-eaten cookie clutched in her baby fist. She’d toddled only a few feet before Jon Moxley came barreling around the corner, murder in his face.

He stomped right by Mattie, who reached out and grabbed him by the pants. She tugged as hard as she could, grunting frustratedly until she got his attention. Mox looked down and, upon seeing that whiskey brown hair and bright blue eyes, softened just a little.

“Ookie?” Mattie asked seriously, holding up what was tantamount to a mushy mess toward him. She smiled and he grinned.

Mox plopped onto the floor crosslegged. “Nah, you finish it kid. But thanks for the offer.”

It took less than a minute for Mattie to climb into Mox’s lap, standing on his thigh as she tried to climb up onto his shoulders. She smooshed baby-spit cookie into his hair and clipped him beneath the chin with her knee, and he eventually had to help her, but she finally got up. Where she proceded to lean back so fast that Mox panicked, grabbing her legs.

“You gonna give me a poison-rana just because I turned you down, Cookie?”

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#5

DAY THREE - L. EVANS & J. POTTER

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟏𝟐𝟒𝟔 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐛, 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠

It’s been almost three weeks since you went into the clinic. Ever since you went to go see Dr. Evans, you haven’t been able to stop thinking about her. Her and her bright red hair, her beautiful green eyes that gazed down at you when you were coming, and her lips that had crashed down on you with such ferocity that you felt like you couldn’t breath.

It’s been three weeks since the sensations she caused plagued your body. It’s been three weeks since you felt so much pleasure, you’ve tried to recreate it, (no matter how dirty you felt afterwards) but you haven’t been able to feel like that again.

Frankly, you’re terrified. You don’t think what happened that day was okay, but it never felt so good.. nothing had ever felt that good.

You’ve been in a slump, to say the least. And that’s how you found yourself here, in a club of all places.

You’re friend felt it necessary that you branch out of your comfort zone. Ever since you went to the gynecologist they had been pushing you to do different things, in their own words, “You’ve already had a doctor see your hoo-ha, might as well finally pop the cherry!”

The entire conversation was downright filthy. Your friend do not have a filter, and they used really weird vocabulary which made the entire conversation worse.

B/F/N had dressed you up in clothes that would make your mother faint, and your father to lock you in a tower. You were wearing a tight-skinned black dress that showed off your body, and your hair was made you into a beautiful hair-do that you only do on rare or special occasions.

The music was so loud that you felt your eardrums were going to pop. People kept bumping into you, and one woman even practically shoved you out of her way. The lights are off, and certain light bulbs throughout the club flash on and off to go with the beat of the music.

Everyone is either high, drunk, or both. You’re head feels like it’s going to explode and all you want to do is go home, and watching some crappy movies. But B/F/N had declared that you weren’t going home until you at least got drunk off your ass, or get laid, whichever came first.

Neither of which seem to be happening any time soon.

“Alright babe,” B/F/N says, tossing their arm over your shoulder, they already halfway to drunk as all hell, and gestures over towards a woman sitting at the bar, staring at B/F/N, “I’m gonna go and talk to the pretty lady over there.” They spin to you, putting their hands on your shoulders and staring down at you seriously, “Now remember,” they wave a finger at you, “no leaving until you’re either drunk as fuck or losing your virginity, got it?” You nod hesitantly, knowing as soon as they turn away, you’re leaving. “Good,” they nod firmly, “go have fun and live a little.” With that, they’re turning away from you and going to the woman.

You sigh. Might as well finish the drink they paid for, even though it tastes like pee. You grimace as the whisky (or was it vodka?) hits the back of your throat.

“That’s not exactly how you’re supposed to drink that, love.”

You jump, a squeak escaping you as turn to look at the person who spoke. Your eyes were wide as you took in the man leaning against the bar. His hazel eyes stare down at you with amusement and something else, something like what Dr. Evans looked at you with. His lips were pulled up in a smirk, and his tongue flicked out to touch his bottom lip. His beautiful black hair was in a curly mess atop his head.

He was gorgeous.

“Like what you see, love?”

You jump again, immediately looking away from him as heat rushed to your cheeks. You fiddled with with the glass cup, needing something to do to combat your embarrassment. You take a drink of your drink (seriously, is it vodka or whiskey?) to try and keep from looking at him. You could feel his stare, his gaze burning through you.

You felt …. excited? There were butterflies in your stomach, and you couldn’t help but look at him out of the corner of your eye. He held a glass of something, and would occasionally sip at it while looking at you.

You clear your throat, trying to gain confidence before you talked to him. After a couple seconds, and another sip of your drink, you look over at him, “Can I help you?” you ask, raising an eyebrow slightly in order to appear intimidating.

He chuckles, “No, just enjoying the view.”

“Oh, god.”

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#4

WOULDN’T EVEN IF I COULD ━ J. FRASER

SYNOPSIS → in which it’s your wedding night

WORD COUNT → 721 words

WARNINGS → a bit of smut, but no actual smut marriage, and i think that’s it

AUTHORS NOTE → this was based off the gif below

It was your wedding night. 

You were pacing the hotel room, your anxiety causing you to fiddle with your new wedding band.

You had left the after party about thirty minutes ago, bidding everyone a goodnight.

You knew that as soon as you left, the men had started to joke around, and thump your newly-made husband on the back.

Claire, your best friend, had tried her best to comfort you. She was the only one to loudly disagree. As soon as you were told that you would marry Jamie Fraser, she had argued. For the next couple days, she had been very forward with her view on the matter. 

You, on the other hand, hadn’t said a word. You didn't talk, you kept silent. Murtagh, and Dougal had tried to talk to you. You ignored them. 

The others had been silent. Jamie refused to even look at you. 

Had you forced him into this?

Did he have no choice?

If he didn’t want,this, why did he do it?

Did he really volunteer, or did Murtagh just tell you that to ease you?

Why did he marry you?

Your frantic thinking was forced in the back of you mind when you heard the door open behind you.

You froze, your body tensing slightly.

“Lass?” Jamie asked, his voice so soft that you almost didn’t hear. “Are ye alright”

“Why?” you whispered, keeping your back to him.

“Why what?”

“Why did you marry me, Jamie?”

You heard him walk towards you, his steps slightly hesitant. “Why do ye ask?”

You turn around face him. You wrapped your arms tightly around yourself, trying to keep some form of comfort for yourself. “Why would you marry me, if you didn’t want to? Did Dougal force you? D-Did I force you?”

Jamie froze, he stared at you, his blue eyes widened in shock. You stared at each other, you with tears in your eyes, and him in shock.

After what felt like years, Jamie stalked towards, with his long strides, he was able to reach you. Slowly, he kneeled down on his knees, his eyes staring up at you. 

“Aye, I didnae have much choice in the matter, but even if I had, I would still have married ye. Ye have my name, my clan, my family. And, if necessary, the protection of my body, as well.” 

You could hear your heart pounding as you stared down at him. The sight of your husband on his knees - for you - sent flutters in your stomach. 

He continued to stare up at you, as if waiting for you.

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#3

THE PAIN OF LOST ━ A. BRIDGERTON

SYNOPSIS → in which you lose the most precious thing before you had him

WORD COUNT → 2944 words

WARNINGS → STILLBORN (please be careful reading as this is a major part of this story! please do not read if this could trigger you! be careful!!), cheating, depression

AUTHORS NOTE → there are 800 of you now!! i feel like i say this every time, but i can’t believe there are so many of you following me! i did accidentally delete the ask that went with this, sorry about that!

You couldn’t stop smiling. You were laying on your bed, fiddling with your fingers as you waited for your husband to come back from town. He had gone to the new bar that Mr. Mondrich had recently opened. You had waited until your husband had left to call for the doctor.

You had been feeling quite sick for the last few weeks, your mother-in-law, Violet Bridgerton, had been convinced that you needed to call for the doctor.

Now that you had, you couldn’t quite believe the news the man had given you. It was surprising to say the least. You hadn’t expected this so soon. Well, now that you think about it, your husband is a man of um, how do you say, determination. 

The sound of the main door opening snapped you out of your thoughts, your eyes immediately drawing to your bedroom, and waiting patiently for your husband to walk through. You only hope that he is not drunk. You do not think you can hold the news for an entire night. You really shouldn’t have let him go to a bar of all places.  

Then again, how were you supposed to know that this is the kind of news you would get?

“What are you still doing awake, my love?” your husband said gently while undressing. He walked over to you pressed a soft kiss to your temple. “You should be sleeping.”

“I could not sleep until I told you something.”

Anthony looks down at you, concern clearly in his eyes. “What is it?”

“Nothing to worry about, my love. It is good news!” Anthony simply raises his eyes impatiently; he has never been one for patience. “I am with child, Anthony.” Anthony stares at you, eyes wide and mouth open. It would be quite comical if you weren’t vibrating with nerves. “Say something please,” you whisper, watching your husband with fear in your eyes.  

You mess with the blanket that laid over you, nerves flittering around your stomach. Anthony had always said he wanted children, but if he did then why —

“Mmph!”  

Anthony’s lips came crashing down on you, his lips pressed harshly against yours, and pulled in a wide smile. He crawls onto the bed, pulling you against him tightly. He pulls away from you, his lips still spread in a wide smile. He frames your cheeks with his hands, “Oh, my love,” he whispers.  

“You’re happy?”

“Yes, of course, I am!” Anthony says, his voice quiet, so quiet you wouldn’t have heard him had you not been so close. “We are having a child.” Tears stream down your cheeks, chuckles leaving your lips, and your forehead falling against your husband’s.  

You don’t know how long the two of you sat there, just holding each other; laughing, and crying. Joy – and possibly a little bit of fear on your part – filling the both of you until you could hardly handle the feeling.  

“We’re having a baby,” you whisper. 

 THREE MONTHS LATER

You were sitting in the parlor. Your stomach was stretched with your growing baby. You were resting your hands atop your stomach, your fingers twisting and turning knitting your little one a beautiful blue blanket. The rest of the Bridgerton family was around you – except for Anthony, who was in his office looking over documents and payments -, talking and laughing.

Your sisters – Eloise, Hyacinth, Francesa, and Daphne – were all surrounding you. Daphne was holding her little girl, Amelia, in her arms, listening as her younger sister's chatter around you. Hyacinth is cuddled up to you, her arms reaching just a little above your waistline, barely able to stretch across your expanded stomach. Francesa sat across from you on the opposite couch, next to her mother. She was smiling, trying to goad you into making her the godmother of your little one (you most certainly were not drawing yourself into that discussion, there was much too much chances of the competitive sisters dissolving into an argument). Eloise held a book in her hand, Ms. Austen’s newly published book Mansfield Park; you could not tell whether she was listening to the conversations or if she was simply blocking it out.  

“Francesa, darling,” you start, looking up from your knitting, and letting a small indulging smile cross your face, “as much as I love you, I will not indulge in this conversation. You and your sisters are much too competitive and I do not wish to start a little trifle.”

“Yes, dearest,” Violet says, placing her hand gently atop Francesa’s hand, “let’s not get into this now.”

“Yes,” Francesa says, eyeing you from the corner of her eye, a little smirk on her face, “we would not wish to discuss such important topics without my dear brother present.”

You roll your eyes, “Oh, hush.”

“Y/N?” Hyacinth asks, looking up at you under her eyelashes.  

“Yes, dear?”

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#2

could you do poly marauders +lilly and marlene were they set out rules(?) for the reader please? if you don’t feel comfortable i’m sorry! thank you💞

BUTTERFLIES ━ L. EVANS, M. MCKINNON, R. LUPIN, S. BLACK, J. POTTER

SYNOPSIS → in which you like being their puppy

WORD COUNT → 857 words

WARNINGS → prequel to this, no smut in this, pet play

AUTHORS NOTE → i didn’t really know how to have them making the rules, so i just had them putting pet play into their relationship

This all started with a simple head pat.  

You had been sitting in the library, reading one of your favorite books, The Secret Garden, when your recently made boyfriend – one of them at least –, James Potter, came stumbling beside you. He had placed his hand down on your head for a brief head pat. Your mind went blank, and your eyes widened as you stared at him. A flush of heat rush to your cheeks, and butterflies swarmed your belly.  

James hadn’t really noticed, of course. Instead, rambling about his quidditch practice. When Sirius – your second boyfriend -  had waltzed in after James, you forced the heat down and tried to act normal.  

Days had passed by, and everything was fine. James and Sirius either hadn’t noticed or didn’t think anything of it since they didn’t say anything. So, you went on as if it hadn’t happened.  

Over the next few weeks your boyfriend and girlfriends - Lily and Marlene -, continuously calling you ‘puppy’ and treating you like pet. Every time they did so, you felt weird. Like butterflies were constantly flying in your stomach. And, you enjoyed it. You enjoyed the pats, the nickname, and the treating as if you are an actual puppy.  

It was a couple months later when Remus – third and final boyfriend – had innocently called you a nickname that caused you to react the same way, “Puppy, can you come here, please?” The two of you are sitting alone in the boys’ dorm. You are sitting on James’ bed, reading over your Potions assignment, hunched over the papers, and trying to figure out the correct answer to the question. Remus is sitting on his own bed, his back against the head board, his quill and text book abandoned beside him.  

Your head pops up, and you stare at him with wide eyes. Heat courses up to your cheeks, your heart beat pounding in your ears, and your stomach swirling into knots. You continue to stare at him, arousal coursing through you.  

Remus raises an eyebrow at you, and his fingers curl in the “come hither” motion. Slowly, you stand up and walk over to him. You stop right in front of him, fiddling with the hem of your shirt. Remus tests his hands on your hips and tugs you into his lap.

You grunt, dropping down on him, heat once again rushing up to your cheeks. “Remus!” You yelp, throwing your arms around his neck.  

Remus wraps on arm around your waist, and tugged your head down into the crook of his neck. He runs his fingers through your hair, pressing a simple kiss to your forehead. You were confused. It wasn’t the first time that Remus showed you affection, but this wasn’t usual. It was sudden. And confusing.

Very confusing.  

“Puppy,” Remus says, you jerk your head up to look at him, the name causing more flutters in your belly. “Wanna tell me why you’ve been actin’ weird the last few weeks?”

You scrunch your nose at him, still feeling confused. “What d’ya mean?” you ask.

He quirks his eyebrow at you, his grip on your waist tightening. “Come now, don’t play dumb. I know that something’s happen to cause you to act differently. Talk to me.”

“I-“

“And don’t lie.”

You shove your face into his neck, embarrassment coursing through you. You felt ridiculous, your reactions to simple acts of affection embarrassed you. Your boyfriends were just showing adoration for you, and you were overreacting. Honestly, you don’t react this way when call you other person names or did anything affectionate.  

Remus pinches your side, pulling you from your thoughts. “Come on, Puppy. Don’t make me punish you.”

“I,” you mumble, shoving your face depose in his neck, “Ilikeitwhenyoucallmepuppyanddtreatmelikeapet.”

Remus nudge you away from his neck, “Breathe, and try that again, please.”

You squirm, “I … like it when you call me puppy and treat me like a pet.”

“Told you!”

You jump, a shriek leaving your lips as your head jerks toward the doorway, seeing the rest of your significant others crowding the doorway. Marlene crawled onto the bed with you and practically yanks you into her arms. “You like being a puppy?” she asks, running her fingers through your hair. You nod, snuggling deeper into her embrace. “You owe me ten galleons, James!”

You scrunch your nose at her, “What could you possibly have a bet on?”

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My #1 post of 2022

FIRST TIME ━ L. EVANS

PART TWO

SYNOPSIS → you go to the gynecologist for the first time

WORD COUNT → 2353 words

PAIRING → lily evans/reader

WARNINGS→smut!, dubcon, innocent reader, dark fic, gynecologist!lily evans, sub!reader, oral sex, fingering, overstimulation

AUTHORS NOTE → so thank you for the 700 followers! that is so freaking exciting! thanks for putting up for my craziness! this is also my first really dark fic, so don’t like kill me or anything. 

You sat in the waiting room, twisting your hands together anxiously. This would be the first time that you visited a gynecologist without your mother, and you would be lying if you said you weren’t scared. You had never come to these appointments by yourself. Your mother had always been there to hold your hand, and keep you from running out of the appointment. You couldn’t cancel this though, no matter how much you wanted to. You had found various reasons to cancel the last couple appointments. You were pretty sure that the receptionist held a grudge against you, not that you couldn’t blame her.

She looked very surprised when you actually walked into the office instead of calling her an hour before the appointment and said you couldn’t come. The only reason you hadn’t was because your best friend threatened to drag you in here by your ear if you didn’t actually see the doctor. You were very tempted to just say screw it, and cancel anyway, but your friend hadn’t left you by yourself at all today. Heck, she’s even waiting in the car for you.

“Ms. Y/L,” one of the nurses says, drawing your eyes up to her, “we’re ready for you.”

You exhaled a shaky breath and stood up on your quaking legs, your fingers still wringing together.

“I’ll be surprised if she didn’t run before she even got to the door,” the receptionist mutters snidely, clicking away at her keyboard noisily. You glanced at the woman, feeling heat rush to your cheeks. You looked down at your feet as you walked to the nurse holding the door open for you with a gentle smile.

“It’s alright, dear,” the nurse says soothingly, “no need to be scared. Dr. Evans is one of the best gynecologists in London.”

Okay, that made you feel slightly better. Not by much though.

You didn’t want to be here. You really just wanted to be home and wrap yourself up in your fluffy blanket and eat some ice cream. Maybe watch your favorite show, but you didn’t want to be here.

You shuffled behind the nurse, wrapping your arms around yourself acting like that is your armor. The nurse held open the door to an exam room, the smile still on her face. “Alright, dear, just get changed. Dr. Evans will be here shortly.”

You nodded, stepping into the room. Your heart lodged itself in your throat when you heard the door shut behind you. You looked down at the hospital gown that rested on the bed.

“Okay,” you whispered, “it’s fine. You’re fine. Nothing to worry about.”

Your shaking hand grabbed onto the gown, and changed as quickly as you could. The cold hit your barely covered body, causing your nipples to harden. You sat down on the edge of the bed stiffly, your back straight, legs crossed tightly, and your hands clenched into fists in your lap.

A sharp knock sounded against the door, your eyes snapping towards the door. “Come in,” you called stiffly, pinching your wrist sharply.

The door opened, and Dr. Evans walked in. The woman had long red hair, pulled back into a tight bun. She was dressed in a regular doctor's outfit, and a clipboard in her hands. She was looking down at the clipboard, a pencil tracing down the length of the paper clipped to it.

The woman looked up, and gently smiled at you. “Ms. Y/L, I see it’s your first time with us, correct?”

You clear your throat, eyes still down casted, “Uh, yes.”

“You’ve seen a gynecologist before, yes?”

“Yes, I used to go to my mothers before I moved to go to university.”

Dr. Evans smiled again, her smile held something that you couldn’t recognize, something that wasn’t there before, “Well, let’s go ahead and get started.”

“O-okay,” you stammer, fidgeting.

“Can you lay down for me?” Slowly, you scooted back and laid down, keep your legs firmly together, and fiddling with your fingers. Dr. Evans moved so she sat in the small chair in front of your legs. “Put your legs in the stirrups, please.”

You swallowed down a whimper, desperate to make it through this bloody appointment without freaking out. “Okay,” you whispered, your voice so quiet that you weren’t sure she heard you.

Slowly, you put your legs on the stirrup, keeping your eyes firmly above you, staring at the ceiling. The ceiling was plain, like most ceilings, you suppose. The room was plain, kind of reminding you of your room in your apartment before you had decorated it.

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You’ll Always Be My Hero - Chapter 87 ; Heartless

Author: @harringtonstilinski​ Characters: Stiles Stilinski x Emma Thomas (OC) Word Count: 3,068 Warnings: angst, A/N: Hi, friends! 87 Chapters down, 13 to go!! Emma is going to be with Scott (platonically) until Chapter 90. If you like this chapter, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

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The best part about being at Scott’s house right now is the fact that Malia is currently punching the shit out of Theo. And I’m not gonna stop her. Theo deserves this. 

After all the shit he pulled a few months ago with the Dread Doctors and trying to build his own pack and basically turning this pack against each other, yeah, I’d say he deserves it.

I leaned over towards Scott, whispering, “When she’s done, can I have a turn?”

He looked at me like that wasn’t the best thing for me to say at the moment, so I ducked my head down a little and continued watching Malia.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to stop,” Theo said, on the verge of passing out.

Malia brought the claws out, which told me that was my cue. “Trust me,” she said. “I won’t.”

Scott and I both jumped towards her, him grabbing her wrist, Scott saying, “Malia, enough!”

“Hey,” I said, putting my hands on her shoulders and guiding her back with Scott and Liam’s help.

She growled at Liam, who backed off right away.

“Slow down, okay?” Scott said. “He’s going back in the ground.”

“You can’t,” Liam said.

“Excuse me?” I asked, crossing my arms and turning to face the beta. “And why the hell not?”

Liam looked at me with soft eyes. “He remembers Stiles.”

I quickly looked over at Theo, really wanting some answers now as he painfully stood up.

“Scott remembers Stiles,” Malia said. “Lydia and I remember Stiles. Emma remembers Stiles.”

“The Dread Doctors knew all about the Wild Hunt,” Liam continued. “He can help us.”

“Or he could kill us,” Scott countered. 

“He’s your responsibility,” I said, turning my head in Liam's direction with my eyes still on Theo.

“Noshiko gave me the sword,” Liam confirmed. 

Theo sighed. “It’s so awkward when Mom and Dad fight.”

Scott, Liam and I looked over at Theo, saying, “Shut up!”

Hayden walked up next to me while keeping her eyes on Theo. “All three of you are right. If Theo tries anything, we’ll send him back to the Skinwalkers. But for right now--”

“He goes back now,” Scott ordered. 

“Except Liam’s the one with the sword,” Theo said. 

All five of us looked over at Theo, saying, “Shut up!”

Scott and Liam walked into the living room, leaving me with Malia and Hayden. Malia walked forward a couple of steps, trying to go around me, but I gently grabbed her arm. “Malia,” I warned.

“Em, can you give me a second alone with Theo?” she asked.

“Only if you’re not going to kill him,” I said, looking down at him.

“So I can kill him,” she said, looking back at me.

Still looking at Theo, I directed my next words to him. “You’re gonna start talking about how we can save Stiles, or else I’ll fucking kill you myself.” Letting go of Malia’s arm, I walked past Scott and Liam in the living room.

“Em,” Scott said. “Come here.”

“God, I just want to freaking pee!” I exclaimed quietly. Walking over to the werewolves, I crossed my arms and sighed out exasperatedly, “What?”

Liam sighed at us, and said, “What, you don’t trust me?”

“We don’t trust him,” Scott said.

“Do you?” I sassed.

“No. But I think we can use him,” Liam said.

“Remember who he is,” Scott said.

“He got into your head and made you try to kill Scott,” I recalled. “And when that didn’t work, he did kill him. And Tracy, and Josh, and his sister.”

Liam looked me dead in the face, eyes soft. “But this might be our only chance to get Stiles back.”

I sighed and closed my eyes for a moment before I opened them again, looking at Liam. “Liam, I totally understand where you’re coming from, but can’t we just try to find somebody that we at least trust?”

“This might be a mistake. But neither of you know that yet. Scott, you made mistakes when you were learning to be an Alpha.”

“But he had help.” 

“Yeah, but I made a lot,” Scott said. “Even with your help, Em. But, Liam, we don’t have time for mistakes.” He looked at me then down at his shoes before looking back up at Liam. “I can’t lose Stiles. We can’t lose Stiles.”

“So we should try anything we can to save him,” Liam said.

“I completely agree,” I said.

“Em--”

“Even Theo. As bad as I want to take your mom’s chef knife and stab him in the pinky toe with it, we need him, Scotty.”

I watched as Scott blinked at me before looking back at his Beta. “Convince me.”

“After I pee, please,” I asked. “I’ve been holding it in since we got here and I’m about to freakin’ explode right here on the floor.”

“Go,” Scott deadpanned without missing a beat.

I chuckled at Scott and went up the stairs to his bathroom, doing my business and coming back down the stairs. With everyone standing in the kitchen, I took my place next to Scott. 

Liam was standing in front of Theo, Kira’s sword in his hand. “I can put you back in the ground anytime.”

“You also need a transformer that can handle five billion joules of electricity,” Theo informed.  “I know where to find one and I can show you how it works. I’ll tell you if Malia promises not to kill me.”

I heard her growl silently next to Scott, so I decided to speak up on her behalf. “She promises.”

She looked over at me, eyes wide and brows scrunched. “No, I don’t. We’re really gonna do this? Trust him?”

“You got a better idea?” I asked, crossing my arms. “If so, let’s hear it.”

“Yeah, I do,” she said, crossing her own arms and looking back at Liam and Theo. “It may not be better, but at least it’s not him.”

She walked past them and outside, which I didn’t blame her.

I sighed and clapped my hands together once, letting them swing by my sides, sassing out, “Well, as fun as standing here listening to Theo’s awesome plan sounds, I’m gonna go home. I felt like I haven’t seen my family in days. So, when you hear from Malia, let me know.”

~~~

After getting home, I got a call from Sheriff, asking me to come over. I sighed exasperatedly, going back down the stairs and letting my parents know that I was going across the street to the Stilinski house.

I walked right in the house, as I normally did, and found Sheriff standing in front of a hole in the wall. “Noah? What are you doing?”

“Emma, come here.”

I walked up behind him, watching as he pulled a piece of the drywall off. For some reason, this reminded me of when I stopped the Deadpool at the Lake House. 

He looked back at me after doing this before looking back at the door that was staring us right in the face. He grabbed the knob and twisted it, successfully opening the door. An empty room greeted us as he walked inside. Looking back at me, he tilted his head in a come here way. So, I walked in the room.

He went to pull the shutters down before a voice startled the both of us.

“Noah. Emma,” Claudia said. “Both of you come out of there.” She seemed a little fearful, so my suspicions with her raised even more.

Like I wasn’t even there, Sheriff addressed his wife. “Did you know about this room? Why was it sealed off?”

“The previous owners probably did it. I--” she said, arms crossed. “People do crazy things.”

“What if this was his room? What if this means we had a son?” Sheriff asked his wife.

“Noah--”

“Claudia, this could be the proof that we’re looking for, that Emma’s looking for,” he said, pointing back at me as he said my name.

“There are so many simple explanations for why this is here,” Claudia said. “But we had a son we’ve forgotten… is not one of them.”

“Aren’t you curious, Aunt Clauds?” I asked. 

Claudia looked at me, seriousness in her eyes. “No. I’m not. You’re making yourself and my husband crazy. I think we should just... leave it alone.”

Sheriff and I looked at each other, him shaking his head. “We can’t.”

Claudia exhaled softly before turning and heading down the hallway to their shared bedroom.

Sheriff walked me back to my house after a few more minutes, staying to talk to my dad for a moment while I went back upstairs to my room and went to sleep for the night.  When I woke up the next morning, I had a text from Scott, asking me to meet him at a shack in the woods where they were building a cage to catch a Ghost Rider.

I walked in behind Theo, Liam and Hayden, putting my phone back in my pocket. “Alright,” I addressed the group. “We better make this fast. Noah wants me back at his house in like an hour.”

I heard chains dropping to the ground, so I looked up at Liam who had the key in his hands. “Couple of werewolves getting kinky?”

  Hayden’s eyes widened at me. “They’re for Theo.”

I looked over at said werewolf, nodding once. “Oh.”

Corey walked over to me, standing beside me as he put his arm around my shoulders. 

Theo, Scott and Liam walked over to a cylindrical, metal thing that had vines growing all over it, Theo pushing a red lever up, powering up the device. “This thing can transmute the energy from a lightning bolt,” Theo said. “Even successive strikes.”

Scott walked back over towards me, Corey, Mason and Hayden. “Mason, are you sure this is gonna work?” he asked, pointing to the cage.

“Well, whatever’s inside this cage is shielded from any outside electrical current,” Mason said. “So, the Ghost Rider won’t be able to use lightning to escape.”

Corey pointed up with his free hand, stating, “We put a lightning rod on the roof and connected it to that conduit cable. Drawing the Ghost Rider to that spot.”

“We can’t send him directly in because the cage neutralizes electromagnetism,” Mason continued. “Lightning will just bounce off it. Which is the same reason it’ll hold him in.”

Scott turned around, walking towards the cable Corey was talking about. “If the Ghost Rider lands here--” He turned his body towards the cage, asking, “How do we get him in the cage?”

“We have to lure him in,” Corey said.

“Bait?” Scott and I asked.

“I’ll do it,” Hayden said.

I chuckled, “Not a chance.”

“Em, it’ll be okay. I’m faster than them,” she said, causing me to chuckle a little.

“As soon as Hayden’s out, Scott and Liam-- you guys close the gates, and then I’ll put down a barrier of Mountain Ash,” Mason said, closing the gate and grabbing a big mason jar of Mountain Ash.

“Damn, I haven’t seen that stuff up close since the night we tried to trap Jackson in his Kanima form at the rave at Jungle,” I said. Scott chuckled as everyone continued on with the plan like I wasn’t even there. 

“I’ll be on the roof to take down the rod,” Corey said.

“We’ll be on the lookout for any other Ghost Riders,” Mason said.

“Uhm, like hell you are,” I said.

“You’re not even gonna be here, Em,” Scott said.

“What do you think?” Liam asked.

Scott turned around and faced him, saying, “I think it’s the best idea that we have right now.”

“As long as everything goes perfectly and he doesn’t escape and kill us all,” Theo said. 

“Are you always this optimistic?” I sassed.

Hayden chuckled next to me, asking Theo, “And your transformer works and the whole place doesn’t catch on fire.”

That caused a snort to escape me.

“And there isn’t a catastrophic solar flare,” Mason added.

“Damn, y’all are so optimistic,” I sassed again.

Scott looked over at me, saying, “Let’s do it.”

“Alright, well,” I said, clapping my hands together. “You all can have fun with the Ghost Rider while I go and spend some time with my godfather. Corey, be safe.” I gave my cousin a hug and walked out of the shack, fully determined to just go back home and call it a day… for the next forty-five minutes.

~~~

Of course, my wish wasn’t granted because the moment I laid down on my bed, my mom came into my room and laid down next to me.

“Still thinking about how to prove the Riemann Hypothesis?” she asked.

“I wish,” I said, looking up at my ceiling. “Just thinking about a dead kid I met in Canaan.”

“Dead?” Mom asked.

“Mhmm. He drowned in 1985.”

“Okay,” Mom sighed. “Go on. I’m all ears.”

“His mom conjured him,” I informed her. “To fill the void she felt after the Wild Hunt passed through Canaan. Mama… what if Noah’s filling a void? What if he’s filling it with Claudia?”

We turned our heads to look at each other. “You think your godmother’s dead? No, I-- I just saw her earlier today for lunch.”

“So many things don’t make sense,” I said, looking back up at my ceiling. “She had a fatal disease, but then she’s fine. Said her Jeep was stolen 20 years ago, but it’s Stiles’.” I looked back at her, chuckling. “You should’ve seen the look on her face when I peeled back the wallpaper. She wasn’t just angry, she was scared. Like she was protecting a secret.”

“Okay,” Mom said. “If--if this is true, then-- maybe Noah needs this. Maybe it’s his way of coping.”

“What if Aunt Clauds being here is preventing him from remembering Stiles?” I asked, looking back at her.

She looked at me, stern voice as she spoke. “Emma, if Claudia isn’t real, you don’t want to be the one to tell him.”

I looked away from her, sadness in my eyes. I missed Stiles more than anything, and I’d do anything to have him back with me.

~~~

About forty-five minutes after my mom and I talked, Sheriff called me and asked for me to come over, so I did.

Walking into the house, I could feel him in the room he’d discovered. Walking in, he was just standing there… with Lydia. I walked into the middle of the room, turning to look back at Sheriff and Lydia.

“You knew about it, did you?” Sheriff asked.

With tears filling my eyes, I nodded my head, looking down. Almost ashamed. I looked back up at Sheriff as tears fell from my eyes, seeing him shaking his head.

“God, it was on the blueprints,” he said. “It was here when we moved in. That was 18 years ago.”

I looked behind me, seeing a twin bed with a blue comforter on it and two blue plaid pillows against the headboard. Looking off to the other side of the window, a crime board made out of corkboard appeared, a clear one standing in front of it. A table acting as a desk with a chair appeared next to that. 

“Emma,” Sheriff said. I looked at him, noticing that Lydia had stepped out of the room. “What is it?”

I looked around, confused. Half of this room was filled with bedroom furniture… but it’s not here anymore. I looked back at him, sadness in my voice. “Nothing.”

“I don’t understand how you knew this was here,” Sheriff said. “If you want to discuss the possibility that I had a son… I’m listening, kiddo.”

Finally feeling some form of participation, I nodded my head slightly and walked over to the door, closing it after Lydia nodded her head. I turned back around and looked at him, ready to launch into full detail of what I knew about Stiles.

~~~

Leaning against the door after telling him about Canaan, Sheriff was more confused than ever. “Wait a sec. So, this woman, Lenore– she conjured up her dead son?” he asked, walking towards me.

“She was the only one left,” I said. “She had to fill a void. So… she filled it with her son.” 

“And you saw this kid?” 

“We all did. He was real. He was there. But--”

“But what?” he asked, gently.

“She was there when everybody was taken,” I said. “She saw it happen, Noah, but she didn’t wanna believe it. She wanted to believe in her son.”

“What are you trying to say, Em?” Sheriff asked. “You think Claudia, your godmother, is not real? You-you think I made up a phantom wife?”

I sighed and looked down, ready to have a screaming match with him about this. “You’re afraid to remember him.”

Apparently, he was, too. “She’s a flesh and blood woman. She’s real.”

“Noah--” I tried.

“No, Emma. Everything else here is just--is just speculation. Conjecture. It’s just-- it’s a theory based on a… on a ghost town.”

Having my feelings ultimately hurt, I pulled my lips between my teeth and looked behind him, surprised at what I was seeing. A chair in the corner of the room with a lacrosse helmet and jersey laying on it with the number 24. I walked around him to stand next to the chair, reaching out hesitantly to touch the jersey. To my surprise, I could actually feel the piece of clothing, silently gasping. I picked up the jersey and slowly brought it to my face, smelling the scent that I knew was Stiles as a tear ran down my cheek.

I turned around and faced Sheriff, Stiles’ jersey still in my hands to my surprise. “You don’t see anything?” I asked.

“I see my deeply disturbed goddaughter,” he said. 

“You’re afraid to remember him because you’re afraid of what it means,” I said.

“Why do you care so much if I remember him?” he asked, anger starting to lace in his voice.

“Because you loved him,” I said. “And so did I.” I tossed the jersey at him, seeing the shock on his face as he caught the maroon material.

“You just gotta remember him fully, Noah. This... is a start.”

I opened the door and walked out, going back home. That night I dreamt of Stiles, but the weird thing was… he didn’t have a face.

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Burn The Witch 13 - Trouble [Bucky Barnes x Reader]

A.N: Thank you so much for your wonderful support and feedback my loves ! ❤ Here’s the next chapter, I hope you like it as well and please let me know what you think! ❤ Thank you! ❤❤❤

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Warnings: Enemies to lovers, fake dating, mentions of blood, sex, violence, death, manipulation, language, guns, knives.

Summary: Fights can be inevitable.

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Oh God damn it.

This mission was not supposed to include anything from your real life, and it certainly was not supposed to include your real life ex-boyfriend.

Not only was this going to make things very, very complicated, it also put the entire operation in danger. No part of the background that was specifically created for your cover had any details on your ex relationships and you didn’t think you would have to come up with something now.

Well. For what it was worth, you weren’t the one who came up with it.

“Just joking man. I’m her ex-boyfriend but no worries, I pose no danger.”

Bucky didn’t even dignify that with an answer and you heaved a sigh, trying to control the anger bubbling in your stomach.

“Yeah,” you managed to say, “Yeah, we used to—um, we used to date.”

Bucky frowned, “Didn’t you say you moved here two months ago?”

“I did move here two months ago.”

“We used to date back in Oregon,” Julian explained and Bucky huhed.

“Yet here you are.”

“Yeah you know, the big apple,” Julian motioned around you, “I just got a job here and I figured I could come and see Y/N. Small town people have to look out for each other, you see.”

You gritted your teeth, watching him with narrowed eyes.

“She took you there yet?” Julian asked Bucky “Cannon Beach?”

“No,” you answered on his behalf and Julian clicked his tongue.

“I guess you could take him with you when you visit next month,” he said, “Surely you are visiting next month?”

“I don’t think I am.”

“Come on, no way.” he said, his voice filled with disbelief. “It’s sand castles contest time, you love that contest!”

Right.

Julian had always been the best at playing the civilian and memorizing the back story of any cover. He was great at lying and that was why every mission you had gone on with him was that easy, he could fool anyone.

Including you.

“She came in fourth place two years ago, she made this dragon castle, you should’ve seen it.” He told Bucky, and you rolled your eyes.

Fourth place.

Easy enough to make someone believe, hard enough to find a trace of on the internet.

Julian was an asshole for sure, but he was a great spy and now you were beginning to remember why though every mission with him was a success, you had still avoided it even before your break up.

This was what he did, he took over every single assignment, no matter who was the leader.

Not this time. This was your mission and your mission only.

“Y/N, did you….” Julian let out a chuckle, “Did you tell him about the time your grandma caught us at the—“

“It was good so see you,” you cut him off, glaring at him “But you should probably go now, I’m kind of busy.”

Julian paused only for a moment before holding up his hands, gesturing surrender.

“Okay,” he said, “It was nice to see you too. Again.”

“Yeah, sure.”

“It was nice to meet you Bucky,” he said, “Take care of yourself, Y/N.”

He walked away from you and you closed your eyes for a moment, leaning your head back to the wall.

“Fuck this shit,” you murmured under your breath without even realizing it wasn’t something your cover would say, and opened your eyes to look up at Bucky.

“Was he bothering you or something?” he asked you and you scoffed.

“Please,” you muttered but then pulled yourself together. “He’s not…that type no. Just annoying, that’s all.”

“Are you sure? Because I can—“

“No,” you shook your head fervently, “No, please don’t. It’s fine, it’s just— who he is.”

How dare he?

How dare he try to take over your mission? You had put so much thought into this, coming up with multiple strategies, trying to convince yourself that-

That you were doing the right thing. Even if you felt yourself getting lost in this cover, it didn’t mean that Julian could swoop in and take this over as if you were a rookie agent in need of help.

This whole assignment belonged to you, not to anyone else.

If you were going to betray Bucky’s trust and feel like the most terrible person in the world, the least you could do was not let Julian take the credit.

“I didn’t know you were coming,” you attempted to change the subject and Bucky tilted his head.

“Come on Y/N, don’t do that.”

“Don’t do what?”

“You don’t have to pretend like it’s fine,” he shrugged his shoulders, “I mean you don’t have to pretend, ever.”

Okay, this was too much. You could almost feel your defenses going up, the whole hangover and stress and anger and now Bucky being able to tell you were faking something, it was all getting the best of you and if you weren’t careful, you would say something you would regret later.

“I’m sorry?”

“I just,” he took a deep breath, “Sometimes you’re like…too good to be true, you know? And Sam has this theory that you’re—you’re somehow you’re doing this for me or the people around you but you don’t have to.”

“You think I’m pretending?” you asked, your voice coming out way too defensive for your own cover but you could hardly care.

You were slipping, and you didn’t have the luxury to slip. It seemed to take Bucky by surprise because for the first time since you had met, you were-

Aggressive. That was the word. Less like your cover and more like your real self.

“I didn’t mean it in a bad way,” he said and you let out a bitter chuckle, nodding.

“Yeah,” you said, “Okay. I’m kind of busy you see, I have so much to do at the shop so I should probably go back inside.”

“Y/N—“ he started but you pushed yourself off the wall.

“No it’s fine,” you managed to say, “This is me not pretending, for the record. I’ll see you later I guess.”

With that, you walked past him and went back to the milkshake shop, fury still poisoning your insides.

                                                 ***

You could hardly wait until you could go back to the base. Even though you thought that by then you would have calmed down, that didn’t seem to be the case.

You were fucking good at your job, and you were going to prove it to anyone and everyone. Without any help.

“Is he here yet?” you asked Chloe who rushed to greet you as soon as you stepped out of the elevator into the base and she cleared her throat.

“Who?”

“Don’t even, I know you heard what happened,” you cut her off and she shifted her weight.

“Yeah. I read his report.”

“Exactly. Where is he?”

“Okay, before I tell you where he is I feel like it’s important that you remember we’re not supposed to kill our own agents,” she said, “The paper work is a nightmare.”

“Where is he?”

“Keith says it’s considered rude to kill your team members.”

“Chloe,” you looked her in the eye “Where is he?”

She heaved a sigh, “In the training room.”

“Great, more weapons to use,” you muttered as you walked away from her to walk downstairs to the training room. Anger was pulsing through your veins and you kicked the door open, making the pair currently trying to hit each other stop.

“Get out,” you nodded at the other agent and Julian let out a small chuckle before he wiped his face with the towel. The agent rushed out of the room and you narrowed your eyes at Julian.

“You look upset,” he commented, “Want to exercise it out of your system?”

“What the fuck was that?”

Julian uncapped his water bottle to take a huge sip. “Come on, I saw an opening-“

“You made that opening,” you cut him off, “And crossed the line.”

“Oh please,” he waved a hand in the air, “It worked out perfectly fine.”

You could barely control your voice now, “You almost blew my fucking cover!”

“I would never,” he said, “Trust me, if anything I did you a favor.”

You dug your fingernails into your palms, “A favor?”

“Yeah. Guys love competition, an ex-boyfriend being in the picture will even speed up the process.”

“This is my mission.” You said through your teeth, “You don’t get to make spontaneous decisions without running them by me first.”

“When was the last time you had a proper fight?”

“I beg your pardon?”

“You always get cranky if you haven’t had a good challenge in a while,” he stated, “A good fight. I take it your boyfriend doesn’t tire you out enough?”

The innuendo wasn’t lost on you and you let out a small chuckle.

“You couldn’t tire me out if you tried.”

He tilted his head, “Is that a promise?”

You shot him a look and lunged but he easily dodged you, scowling.

“Come on Y/N,” he taunted you, “I won’t hold back, you shouldn’t either.”

“Oh don’t worry, I won’t hold back.” you grinned at him and darted to grab at him but he twisted your hand to push you back, making your back hit the wall. You pulled your hair into a ponytail and jumped to wrap your legs around his neck, spinning in the air to shove him to the ground. As soon as you both fell, you straddled him and pulled the dagger out of your boots to raise it and slam it to the ground right next to his head. A sly grin pulled at his lips as if he was having the time of his life.

“Look at you babe,” he said, “You got even better.”

You were very, very aware of the position you had both found yourself in. You used to find this whole thing hot, it was like foreplay to you. Mock fighting, training, all of it -especially with Julian- it used to be your second favorite activity.

Now, all you could think about was just how much more fun it would be with Bucky.

Maybe Julian was right. Maybe you were just a wild card.

A smirk curled your lips and you leaned in slightly to lock your eyes with his, looking down at him.

“My mission,” you growled. “Not yours. The next time you try to control what’s mine, I won’t be so nice.”

You pushed the dagger into your boot again and got off of him before storming out of the training room, still trying to keep your anger in check.

For some reason, you had a feeling it wouldn’t work.

                                               ***

No matter what you did for the rest of the evening, it just wasn’t enough to calm you down. Now to think of it, it wasn’t even completely about Julian and his nonsense, it was because—

You didn’t want Bucky to think you were pretending, even if you were.

Just because it was a cover, didn’t mean your reactions and the happiness you felt with him was fake as well. But he could still tell something was off— Sam could still tell something was off despite your best efforts.

Great.

You poured wine into your glass and changed the channel, trying to decide whether you should go and bug Keith or not. You heaved a sigh and tore your eyes from the screen to lean your head back, nibbling on your lip.

Dealing with feelings was much more difficult than taking down a target.

You groaned to yourself and took a huge sip of your wine, but before you could grab your phone you heard the doorbell ring. Your head shot up and you grabbed your gun to walk to the door, but as soon as you looked through the peephole to avoid yet another mistake like actually opening the door to Julian, you froze.

Bucky.

….Fuck.

“Um- just a second!” you called out before rushing to your room to hide your gun, then quickly looked around the apartment to see if there was anything that could tip him off. Overall, it looked perfectly civilian and you ran a hand over your face to pull yourself together.

Your cover was supposed to be angry at him.

You threw your shoulders back and walked to the door to open it, then leaned sideways to the doorframe, your lips pulled into a slight pout.

“Hi,” you murmured and his gaze lingered on your shorts and flimsy tank top before he looked away for a moment.

Ah.

Compared to 1940s, it was almost the same as you opening the door in your underwear.

“Hey,” he said and held up a small box of bagels. “Listen, I know you’re angry but um…I was hoping we could talk?”

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Keith’s door opening and he stepped out but as soon as he caught the sight of Bucky on your doorstep, his eyes widened and he froze. He quickly fixed his jacket so that it would cover his gun tucked into the back of the waistband of his jeans and gawked at you.

“What the fuck?” he mouthed and you got momentarily distracted, causing Bucky to follow your gaze over his shoulder to Keith.

And Keith, the badass spy, probably the only spy in the whole division who could give you a hard time in a fight, whom you had seen take down five armed soldier by himself with no weapons-

He waved at Bucky.

“Hi- hi neighbor,” he stammered as he turned to you and you shot him a forced smile.

“Hi.”

“Thanks for the cookies, I was going to bring you your plate the other day,” he said, “Do you need it now?”

Translation: Do you need back up?

“No, no,” you shook your head, “No worries, it’s fine.”

“Alright then. See you later.”

You cleared your throat and took the box from Bucky.

“Come in,” you turned around to walk to the living room, hearing him close the door behind him. It didn’t take him long to step into the living room and his eyes darted around as if trying to take in as much as he could. You figured it was natural, homes always gave clues about who their owners were.

Not to mention, as an ex-assassin he was automatically finding the nearest exits and things to use as weapons.

You would know. You did the same thing whenever you were in a new place.

You peeked into the box and frowned.

“What is this?”

“To be honest with you, I have no idea,” Bucky admitted, “It’s supposed to be a bagel. I just asked the guy to give me the most modern and weirdest combination.”

“Is this—is this glitter?”

“He said it was edible glitter, yeah. With lavender and cheese with honey.”

“Why is there two of them?”

He put his hands into his pockets. “I figured I could try one.”

You blinked a couple of times, “You want to try a lavender cheese honey bagel with edible glitter.”

Even the sound of it seemed to be painful for him but he pressed his lips together and nodded fervently. “Mm hm.”

You tried to stop the smile threatening to warm your face and put the box on the coffee table before looking up at him.

“Bucky, listen—“

“I’m sorry,” he cut you off, “That comment back there, it was so uncalled for.”

You crossed your arms, “Why did you say that though?” you asked, “Is that—is that what you think?”

“No,” he shook his head fervently, “Of course not.”

“Then?”

“I don’t know if I can give an explanation without it sounding incredibly weird to you.”

“Try me.”

“I didn’t mean it in a bad way,” he said “It’s like— the way you are, it’s like someone somehow looked into my whole life back in 40s before everything and saw every single detail of what I wanted and made you.”

Yeah. That was exactly what you and the division had done.

“I’m not used to…” he motioned at you, “This. It’s like you’re too good to be true, like you’re perfect, does that make sense?”

A dull pain flipped your stomach and you stared up at him, trying to ignore your throat tightening before you went to sit down on the couch.

“I’m not,” you rasped out, “I’m not perfect. You’ll see it sooner or later.”

That right there was as honest as you could be with him. You rubbed at your eyes and grabbed the wine glass to take a huge sip as he sat down beside you, his gaze fixated on you.

“I’m sorry too,” you said, “It was an overreaction, it’s just… Julian’s effect on me.”

He stayed silent for a couple of seconds as if he had no idea how to approach the topic.

“Rough break up?”

“You could say that,” you scoffed a laugh, looking down at your glass, “I mean….you think you know a person, right? And they have no problem with proving you otherwise, prove that you didn’t know them at all. They—they betray your trust and everything was a lie all along and—“

And just like that, the realization hit you like a ton of bricks, making you stop talking.

You were doing exactly the same. It was just another version of the betrayal you had seen from Julian, and you were doing the same thing to Bucky.

He thought he knew you, and you would prove him otherwise, and betray his trust and walk away when this mission was over. In fact, by the time it was over, he would hate you even more than you hated Julian.

You cursed under your breath and took another sip of your wine, trying to ease the crushing guilt making you feel almost breathless.

“Sorry,” you managed to say, “I didn’t mean to unleash it on you, I just don’t want him anywhere near me.”

“I could pay him a visit if you want?”

You pulled your brows together, distracted for a moment before you tilted your head to the side.

“What?”

“To warn him to stay away from you.”

“Uh, I appreciate the chivalry,” you said, “But I can take care of myself.”

“Never said you couldn’t,” he pointed out, “It’s just the old-fashioned thing.”

“Oh the old-fashioned thing?” you repeated with a smile and he shrugged his shoulders.

“Yeah,” he said, “You know, taking care of my girl.”

You thought your heart would leap out of your throat as the warmth spread through you before the idea of betraying him hit you once again. The words felt like they were trying to escape from your mouth, the urge to come clean getting heavier and heavier before you leaned in to brush your lips against his, making him wrap his arms tight around you to pull you closer. You settled in his embrace, the back of your eyes burning but you blinked a couple of times to get rid of tears. He nuzzled into your hair, inhaling your scent.

“Can we stay like this for a while?” you asked and he smiled, pressing a kiss on top of your head.

“Sure thing,” he said and nodded at the TV screen, “What is this movie about?”

“I don’t know, it has cars and criminals,” you said, the guilt making you feel almost nauseous, “Bucky?”

“Hm?”

He would never understand what your confession actually meant, but you felt as if you would choke if you didn’t say it.

“I like who I am when I’m with you.”

A chuckle rumbled in his chest before he reached out to caress your cheekbone.

“Makes two of us darling,” he murmured, “I like who I am when I’m with you too.”

A bitter smile curled your lips and you bit inside your cheek to control yourself, sniffling inaudibly before you closed your eyes, enjoying his warmth.

Chapter 14

[mitchywitchythings]

The Start To Forever

Summary: What happens when you leave a bunch of teenagers in a summer camp at an island? Not to mention that there’s something suspicious going on in that island. Chaos. Chaos is what happens.

Warnings: No Quirk AU, Cannibalism, Violence, Language, Angst?

Trope: Crossover/Alternative Universe(AU)

Paring: Todoroki Shoto X Fem! Reader

Word count: 2,585 Words

Chapter 2 : Fun Times Are Over | Series Masterlist

Inhaling sharply, I stared back at the monster in front of me. Tears welling up quickly in my eyes, upon looking at him.

“Dad!” I cried out, lunging my body at him

BANG!

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The collar of my dress was quickly pulled back and the air was knocked out of my chest as I landed face front to a woman’s body. Another gunshot rang through the hallways of the laboratory we were staying at. The screams and groans from the monster, used to be known as my father, had ceased. Tears were already streaming down my face and I started screaming at her for shooting him.

“N-No! Why’d you kill him! We could have-ve saved h-him! Get away!” I tried pushing her back but to no avail, she was just too strong for me.

“Shh… Hey kid, I need you to be quiet, those monsters are still out there…” She wrapped her arm around me, whispering sweet nothings into my ear, desperately trying to stop my wailing.

It took me a good few minutes before I stopped crying, too overwhelmed and tired for my mind to process anything else, “Hey, you’re daughter of (L/n) Izanagi, right?” She questioned with a sympathetic look

Though my voice was hoarse and my throat hurt, “Y-Yes…” I answered quietly

“I need to get you out of here. There’s someone important looking for you…” She mumbled mostly to herself, “Are you alright? You don’t seem to have any major injuries.” She inspected my body.

“Nope…” I said dejectedly

“Good, why don’t we get out of here?” She offered me her hand with a smile trying to make me trust her.

“Who… Who are you…?” I asked taking her hand

“The name’s Jill Valentine.” She cocked her gun, pointing it at another monster, letting out another deafening bang.

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“Huh!” I jolted awake from my nightmare to someone shaking my shoulders gently

I rubbed my eyes trying to take away the tiredness from it. The blurriness of the world faded slowly but surely, the classroom I was staying at is class 1-A’s homeroom. Well I mean my classroom, I’ve joined this class since the beginning of the year and I’ve made good friends and acquaintances while I’m here. And today’s is exactly 2 months before classes end for us and we’ll graduate to become 2-A students. (We graduate on March 13). The whole school was a bit dark because the lights were switched off since it’s already after school and there’s only a few students left, so that they can save electricity. The only source of light was coming from the dark, gloomy, and cloudy sky. ‘It looks like it’s going to rain soon, shit I forgot my umbrella. Looks like I’m going to get home wet.’ I internally cursed at myself, letting out a groan in annoyance. Turning around to face the person who thankfully woke me up or I might have slept overnight at school.

“You’ve been asleep. Class ended about 2 hours ago, I didn’t want to disturb you since you seem so peaceful sleeping.” Todoroki-kun implored before I could even say anything.

“Thank you, Todo-kun… Why are you still here though?” I gushed embarrassedly, a large blush adorning my face.

“You forgot. You and I were supposed to clean the classroom today.” He blurted out with a slight amusement in his eyes as the realization set in my brain.

I stood up, bowing deeply at him, “Oh God! I’m so sorry Todoroki-kun! I’m really really really sorry! I didn’t mean to fall asleep and let you clean the classroom all by yourself!” He laughed at my distress, making me stop and become dumbfounded, “Did you just laugh?” I quickly straighten my back at that, eyes widen in surprise

‘Me? Making the Todoroki Shoto laugh?! That’s fucking impossible!’ I screamed internally at how adorable his laugh was. I had to bite my lower lip harshly to hide the smile threatening to creep its way onto my face.

“Yeah, I did. Is there a problem?” He asked genuinely confused as to what was wrong with him laughing.

“No, it’s not that… I just- didn’t think you laughed much since you know, I barely even see you smile…” With a flustered smile I spoke quietly, playing with the ends of my hair.

“I don’t, but that doesn’t mean I can’t laugh, can’t I?” He smiled, taking a step towards me, almost closing the distance between our bodies.

“No, it doesn’t.” Giving him a beaming smile, I closed the distance between our bodies.

This tension has been going on for months now. I could tell we’ve both been pinning on each for quite a while now. And finally, it seems like we’re getting somewhere other than just staring at the back of each other’s heads. We started to slowly lean into each other's faces, tilting our heads on the opposite side to meet each other more comfortably. Wrapping both of his arms around my waist to pull me in closer, I could feel his breath hitting my face and I blushed heavily at it, my hands awkwardly placed themselves around his neck, instinctively pulling him closer to me. Only an inch separated the two of us when we both closed our eyes at the same time, the gloomy clouds outside and the dark atmosphere of the classroom, faded into the background.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked bashfully

“Do you need to ask? Of course you can.” I replied just as embarrassed as he was.

With a little push forward, we finally closed the distance between our lips. I felt butterflies erupt in my stomach and I smiled into the kiss, our lips moving in sync to each other, never breaking for a single moment. This was my first ever kiss and it was so fucking perfect! I have never felt this happy in my life! I feel like I’m floating on cloud 9! The grip on my waist tightened as if he feared if he let go he’d break the moment so I followed his actions, tightening my grip around his neck.

We stayed like that for a second more before he swiped his tongue across my lip. Getting what he was hinting at, I obliged at his request and opened my entrance. He quickly shoved his tongue in my mouth and our tongues engaged in a battle for dominance which, of course he won. Before he could continue, heavy rain started pouring from outside the classroom, breaking our moment. We quickly pulled away from each other, a string of saliva connecting from our tongue's embarrassment clearly written into our faces. I had to grab onto the seat for support, my legs feeling weak from the kiss. The both of us breathed in heavily trying to catch our breaths, but it ended up with both of us laughing our asses off.

I caught my breath first, “That… Hah… That felt great!” I giggled

“Yeah…” He agreed, still trying to catch his breath, “You know… Hah… You really confuse me, but I like that about you.” He complimented me, making me embarrassed as I was still not used to his affection.

“Umm… That was my first…” I confessed looking away from him, trying to change the topic.

“Good. That was mine too and I’m glad it was with you.” Luckily he went along, his words laced with honey

“Look Todo-“ He cut me off with a smile

“Shoto, call me Shoto. I think we’re past formalities at this point, don’t you think, (Y/n)?” He smirked at my skittish actions right after he said my first name.

“You’re right of course, Sh-Shoto.”

“Say it again.” He demanded making my eyes go wide with shock.

Nonetheless I granted his command, “Shoto.” He grinned and hugged me, diving his head into the crook of my neck.

“Again!” His muffled voice demanded, making me laugh wholeheartedly

“Shoto~” I said in a sing song voice

We stayed in the comfortable silence for a minute longer, with his head crooning a song into my neck. The moment was once again ruined by the wind, thunder, and lightning roaring and lighting up the dark and gloomy sky. I flinched at the suddenness, immediately grabbing onto the first thing in my grasp, which happened to be Shoto. My grip on him tightened and he merely laughed in amusement from my reaction, making me shiver from his ticklish breath. Diving out from under my neck, he slid both of his hands to rest on my elbows, giving me a comforting smile.

“Seems like the weather doesn’t want us to part or go home yet.” His eyes gave me a suggestive look, “We could always wait out for the rain to start becoming light. You did bring an umbrella, didn't you? They did say in the weather report that there’d be heavy rain.”

“Nope, not this time.” I gave out an ashamed laugh, trying to avoid his eyes.

“That’s fine, it just gives us an excuse to share mine.” He proposed

Rubbing the back of my nape, “That does seem like the perfect excuse, hehe.” I giggled

“Alright then, it’s settled. Oh, how rude of me.” He paused trying to gather his words, “Do you have a curfew? I can walk you home right now if you do, I’ll let you wear my jacket so you don’t get too wet from the wind carrying the rain.” His eyebrows furrowed in concern.

I gushed at his sweet reaction, “I’m glad for you concerning me, but no need to fret over me, Sho. I live on my own so I definitely don’t have a curfew.”

“Oh okay.” He gave me his usual monotone voice but his eyes said it all, “Even so. Are you sure?” He sighed, taking a good look into my eyes.

Giggling, I pressed a gentle kiss onto his scar, “I’m sure.”

He looked astonished for a second after I pulled away. Tears gathered up into his eyes, then slowly they slid down from his face one by one.

Panic struck in me, “Sho! I’m so sorry! Does it hurt?! Are you alright?! Let me see! I think I have a bandaid for injures in my bag, just let me fetch them for a second!” As I was about to pull away and grab the said bandaid, Shoto pulled me back into his arms, landing effectively into his chest.

“No, please don’t go… “ He began in between sniffles, “I’m fine… Just so happy that you still like me even with this big scar on my face…”

The second after I heard his words, I pulled him into a deep and passionate kiss, lasting for a few minutes before we had to part ways for a stupid thing called air.

“I love you, Sho… I really do, it doesn’t matter to me whether or not you have a scar on your face. I fell in love with you for your personality, not your looks. But I’ll… I’ll admit they are a big bonus.” I spoke the truth in between huffs, he was pretty touched by the first part of my speech but ended up laughing inbetween tears at the last part with my stupid joke, pulling me into another passionate kissing session.

“I-I… I love you too, (L/n) (Y/n)… I have for a long time, I was just too scared you wouldn’t feel the same. I care about you so much and I just wanted to let you know that you are the most beautiful girl in the whole world and I know I have struggles expressing my feelings… But I want you to know that I love you and I’ll always care you for and protect you. I love you so much!” He announced to me, making tears pool at my eyes at how sweet he was being, “Will you, (L/n) (Y/n), be my girlfriend?” He questioned with a smile through the tears

“Yes!” I said lunging into his arms once again and peppering kisses all around his face, “You sounded like you were proposing to me…” I whispered into his ear with a smirk, winking at him when I saw his thunderstruck expression.

“I just want to be formal with you.” His bashful expression died and a playful look surfaced, “Besides just wait a few years and I’ll make that statement of your come through.” I stumbled back at his sudden words

“E-Eh~?!” It was my turn to dive into his neck to hide my embarrassment.

Gripping my chin gently with his finger, he lifted my head to face his, “Don’t ever hide your face from me, I love seeing whatever expressions you make.”

“Oh. Oh…” I pulled away to look away from him

He smashed his lips into mine again, “We really kiss a lot don’t we?”

“Shut up and just kiss me.” He whined sheepishly

“I am.” I smirked at his reaction

I gave him another short kiss to the lips and pulled away, wiping away the stray dry tears on his face with my handkerchief. Offering him my waterbottle to rehydrate himself from crying, he took it without hesitation and finished half of the bottle, leaving the other half for me. I drank it and finished keeping my things, while he waited for me patiently. Once I finished keeping my stuff, we made our way towards the entrance of our school with our hands intertwined.

“It’s still raining but not as heavy as before. I’ll walk you home alright?” He said with a content smile

I hummed in reply, “You don’t need to do that to be a gentleman you know. I can walk home by myself perfectly fine.”

“I know, but I want to make sure my girlfriend gets home safe. It eases my mind.” He spoke modestly

“Well if it does, why should I deny you that?” I smiled, giving him a reassuring squeeze.

Being the gentleman he was, he gave me his uniform jacket in fear of me getting wet because of how small his umbrella was since it was only fit for one person. It was a tight squeeze in order to make sure that we didn’t stick out of the umbrella protection. We just laughed it off and he wrapped his arm around my waist protectively, making me stay on the inside of the sidewalk.

“You’re really sweet, Shoto. Thank you!” I said giving him a kiss on the cheek when we arrived at my house, giving him back his jacket that hung over my shoulders.

“You don’t need to thank me, I’m just glad that you got home safe.” He replied as he took back his jacket and ram his fingers through my hair, leaning into me to give me a peck on the lips

“Goodbye Shoto, see you at school on Monday.” I kissed back

“See you then, my love.” He smiled contentedly, leaving me right after that.

‘My love, huh? That’s so adorable!’ I thought, walking into the single bedroom condo, shutting the door behind me and tossing my bag to the floor, right next to my bed. Flopping into the bed lazily, I grabbed my phone out of my pocket and scanned through different apps. ‘It’s weird I had that dream before… I haven't had that dream since I was around 10 I think, weird…’ Groaning into the pillow below me, I shifted into a different and more comfortable position on the bed.

And that was how my relationship with Shoto began…

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Once Upon a Bracelet

Pairing: Prince Jungkook x Sorceress Reader

(Featuring Platonic Jin x Reader Friendship)

Genre: Fantasy • Soulmates • Enemies to Lovers

Predicted Word Count: 7K (Teaser is 1K)

Rating: Explicit (18+) (Teaser is PG-13)

Summary: You were born to nothing, but your powerful craft caught the eye of a charming prince.

However, his distinctly un-charming younger brother challenged your betrothal and is routinely challenging you.

Jeon Jungkook is (probably) a former necromancer and (definitely) the wrong prince...

But the bracelets tell a different story.

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Prologue: Blood Magic

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Blood magic was the oldest and most powerful of the ancient crafts.

The best and strongest blood crafters hailed from Dionysia, where the heart of all blood magic, the Sanguine Well, rose up from the earth. The people of Dionysia served as caretakers and protectors of the Well and, in time, reverence of the blood craft wove into the fabric of their souls.

Their culture thrived around it. Their beliefs embodied it.

Even love bowed before it.

Bonding bracelets were born of blood magic.

The ritual creation of a bonding bracelet pair marked the transition from childhood into maturity. When a man or woman reached their 20th birthday, they and their family traveled to the Sanguine Well.

Four cuts were made on the right hand. Six drops of blood offered to the water...

Then the Well would churn and rise with violence, swelling till the overflow swept over the youth who fed their blood to the currents.

When the water receded, the bracelet pair remained.

One bracelet for the man or woman who sought the well.

One for their soulmate.

Only the first of any soulmate pair (the first seeker) to perform the ritual received the bracelets. Many who traveled to the Sanguine Well left empty handed because their soulmate had offered blood first.

The first seeker’s bracelet formed fully clasped around their wrist. The second bracelet remained open and would only close for the first seeker’s destined mate.

When an unclaimed bracelet united with its true host, the open ends stretched and intertwined to form a rune.

From that moment on, the first seeker and their mate were blood bonded; their powers and abilities joined in a sacred union that was – to all known craft – unbreakable.

The strength of a blood bound pair could be quite formidable and, over the centuries, powerful soulmates rose to become great warriors, crafters, and leaders of their people…

For this reason, Dionysia did not take the gift of bonded soulmates lightly.

All proposed matches were registered and approved by the Ruling Council before an open bracelet could even be tried on by a potential partner. Both parties were required to present evidence of their commitment to one another. If the alliance was approved, the betrothed pair participated in a public ceremony where the first seeker’s intended mate would activate the bond by finally placing the open bracelet around their wrist.

The Royal Council believed this care and reverence honored the craft and the gods, thereby allowing the sacred tradition to continue.

In 900 years of recorded history, only five bonding ceremonies ended with a bracelet that did not close.

Now there were six…

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Once Upon a Time...

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“Jin!”

Your voice echoed dismally down the dusty corridor of Silent Truth Hall. “I’m sorry…I—”

Jin whirled on you, shaking his head vehemently.

“None of this is your fault.”

“There are many reasons why this could’ve happened,” you offered breathlessly.

“There’s only one reason why this happens.”

He sighed in defeat as you rubbed your temples in frustration.

“I don’t understand. The Council gave permission!”

The Ruling Council was a sovereign governing body of three kings and three queens, one monarch from each of Dionysia’s six royal bloodlines.

“The Council isn’t all knowing… ” Jin collapsed against a nearby wall. “This is a disaster,” he whispered.

And it was.

You had no family, but all of your friends from the Academy were there.

Jin was technically an orphan as well, but his adopted family, the Jeons, were there.

Jeon Alaya was high queen of the Ruling Council, so half the kingdom was there to see her (adopted) son bond with a craft prodigy from The Wastes.

Half the kingdom, but not her blood. Not her youngest son, you thought bitterly.

The two of you were silent for several moments while your minds struggled to process the shock.

“Do you think the rumors—what they say about me—is true?” you asked solemnly.

Jin’s head shot up in an instant.

“No,” he swore, “they’re absolutely not true.”

“But it didn’t close—”

“It didn’t close because we aren’t soulmates—not because you aren’t one of us.” His expression softened. “We were a good idea… just not the right one.”

Tears begin to burn at the corner of your eyes.

On some level you were not surprised. You cared for Jin but–

Yours was not an overly romantic attachment.

It was a strong friendship—one that spanned several years. When you decided to apply to the Royal Council for bonding, it seemed…

Logical.

Friendship was an excellent basis for blood bonding. More than one bonded pair applied as friends.

You believed in the wisdom of the Royal Council—everyone did. If you and Jin were not meant for each other, then surely the Council would see it. They would turn down the application. Someone would object…

Someone did object, your mind taunted.

But you were approved.

The date was set. Announcements made. Invitations sent out. The bracelet was placed on your wrist and…

Nothing.

Nothing happened.

Jin’s bracelet remained stubbornly un-closed.

And you had never felt so mortified, so exposed… so profoundly alone in your entire life.

It was a scandal of epic proportions, one which potentially called into question the judgement of the entire Ruling Council.

“Listen,” Jin said at last, “I need… I need to clear my head and think about the next steps. I know an expert on bonding bracelets. Maybe I can convince her to help. There might be another explanation.”

His hands slid up to grasp your shoulders in a familiar comforting gesture.

“Head to my house outside the city for a while. No one will bother you there, and I’ll be back tomorrow.” He gave your arms a brotherly squeeze. “We’ll work through this.”

You nodded, extremely grateful for the opportunity to be alone for a few hours.

Jin helped you slip out the back corridor to avoid the insanity still unfolding in the Hall (where the failed ceremony took place), then you parted with a final hug and quietly walked the few miles to his beautiful manor near the lake.

Technically, Golden Starlight House was one of many homes owned by the Jeon family. This one, however, Jin shared with his younger brother…

Jungkook

Jeon Jungkook was a sore subject for you. In fact, you preferred not to think about him at all if possible—and you certainly would never agree to hide at his house if you thought he would be there.

But Jungkook left weeks ago… right after the betrothal was announced.

“I cannot stand by and watch my brother make a mistake like this.”

His horrible words echoed in your mind as you unlocked the door, prepared to simply collapse fully clothed on the chaise when—

“Shouldn’t you be off playing bride-to-be literally anywhere else?”

You turned, already knowing who you would see.

“Jeon Jungkook. Of course.” A mirthless laugh bubbled up before you could stop it.

Just what I needed right now.

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Beatrice’s bed had bonus points he noticed his own bed didn’t have, the main one being that it smelled like her all the time. Since she spent the night there when he got back from deployment her scent returned to his sheets, but it wasn’t the same as her own bed or her pillows, which he buried his nose into while still asleep. He stretched his arm about to tug her closer to him, only for it to fall right back on the mattress.

With his eyes closed, he furrowed his eyebrows, patting the mattress up and down in hopes to find her body still there…but the bed was cold and there was no sign of Beatrice.With the threads of panic rising up to the surface, Rooster’s eyes opened, his vision sharpening as he took in the empty space before him on the bed.

 Blinking the sleep away the best he could, he pushed himself to his elbows, rubbing his face with a hand “Bea?” his voice was still hoarse from sleeping, forcing out words his brain was still too tired to identify, making his thoughts a bit muddled “Bea? Babe?” he tries again, only to hear noise coming from downstairs.

Before he gets down, he checks his phone for the time, squinting at the bright screen for a second until the numbers become clearer. Eight in the morning, usually he wakes earlier than that but he wasn’t complaining at all. He tosses the phone aside, stretching his arms over his head with a pleased deep groan, inhaling deeply when he the feeling of his joints popping after a good night of sleep - amongst other things - spread all over him. He scratches his jawline, his face stretching in a yawn as he grabs his gray sweatpants from the floor, slipping them on in a quick movement.

Rooster runs his hands through his hair, trying to comb the messy strands back as he walks down the staircase. The pet gate is still there, albeit open wide, signaling that Beatrice woke up before he did and he sighed in relief, muttering a quiet ‘Thank God’ to himself. Jolene walked up to him, nudging his hand for morning pets as he made his way over to the kitchen.

The vision of Beatrice wearing only his Navy hoodie would never stop his heart from beating faster. He was so glad he kept that hoodie. She was waiting by her coffeemaker, tapping her socks clad foot on the tiled floor - her socks had little dinosaurs on them, floating on a pink background - as she waited for the coffee to be done. Considering her messy bedhead she woke up just a few minutes ago, yawning quietly behind the sleeve covered hand then using it to rub her eyes.

God, she was so cute. 

And sexy.

 And all the other nice adjectives his brain couldn’t figure out right now. Unlike his own morning routine, she had no music, just the sound of the outside to keep her company…and Jolene of course, who lapped her water bowl loudly on the corner of the kitchen. Beatrice jumped in surprise when his arms wrapped around her waist, dropping his head to the curve of her shoulder, “Hey…” her own voice was still thick with sleep, but she seemed more alert than he was “Did I wake you up?”

“No.” he murmurs on her skin, inhaling the delicious lavender scent, “Well, kind of, I didn’t feel you on the bed and had to figure out where you were.” She laughs sleepily, humming to herself while rubbing her face with both hands, then leaning back on his chest just enjoying having his arms around her. 

“How do you like your coffee?” she questions, rubbing the pad of her thumb on his forearm, feeling the dark hairs brushing her skin.

“Black usually, with little sugar. How about you?”

“Hmmm…I like it with some milk. And sugar, just enough to taste it.” she says, watching the dark liquid fill up the pot with interest“I like to have tea too, sometimes. Like Matcha tea, it’s really good.” The coffee machine beeped when the coffee pot was filled, which made Beatrice blink hard and move forward, only to be held back by Rooster’s arms, “Roos… I have to get us mugs.”

“But you are so nice and warm.” he replies, pulling her close to his chest again, kissing her neck with a sleepy smile, “And smell so good, how do you always smell so good?” but he does let her go after a few seconds, following her rummage through her cabinets with his eyes. The same eyes that dragged down the expanse of her thighs and just the peek of her buttocks appearing from under the hoodie. He tilted his head just enough to see the patterned fabric of her panties, crossing his arms with a smile, keeping his eyes there before he heard her clear her throat. 

His brown eyes moved up, meeting her green irises looking over her shoulder, her arm stretched towards the mug cabinet rode the hoodie a bit higher than before, exposing more of her ass to him. Rooster just grinned cheekily, offering her an innocent shrug “What?” he questions “I’m just looking.”

Beatrice’s face flushes red, but she just shakes her head with a smile, finally grabbing two mugs for each, “I hope you don’t mind,” she says softly, handing him the mug that had the same black poofy creatures from her tattoo drawn on it, “I like character mugs.”

Rooster turns the mug in his hand, seeing the little creatures covered the whole surface, some with colorful stars in their hands. “I don’t mind, what’s this from?”

“Oh, um, Spirited Away,” she smiles, “It’s a movie from Studio Ghibli, have you ever heard of it?”

“I heard the name of the studio,” from Fanboy, who was known to be into anime and other stuff, hence his callsign, “Never saw the movie.” he looked at her own mug, where he could see a blue background with a redhead girl in front, something written in Japanese above her head. 

Beatrice tilted her mug up, showing more of the picture to him, “This one is from Ponyo, also from Studio Ghibli.” she smiles, “I know its a bit weird–”

“It’s not weird, it’s very cute.” he reassures her, seeing her cheeks redden sweetly as she looks down at her own mug for a second before she turns around to grab the coffee pot. “I have a random question though,” she blinks, pouring some coffee for herself, “What color is your bridesmaid dress?”

Beatrice still briefly, her eyes widening as she recalls that tomorrow they’d go to her aunt’s wedding. She…didn’t forget about it but she did try to push it deeper into her mind, trying to hold back the anxiety bubbling inside,”Oh um,” she hand the coffee over to Rooster, who fills his mug as she fills the rest of her mug with milk “It’s…a peachy color, not too pink. It’s kinda boho ish, you know? My aunt wanted something natural, going on hippie vibes almost.”

He nods, swirling his coffee with a spoon after he added sugar himself, “Hm, okay. I have something that can match.”

“Match?” she repeated “We don’t have to match, Roos.”

“Well, no, but I want to.” he smiles, bringing the mug to his lips “So people will know we are together, you know?”

Beatrice gasped quietly, but she bit her lower lip with a smile, her cheeks warming up even more, “Really?” his response was just a brighter grin, stepping closer to her to hold her against his chest “You really want to?”

“I guess it’d make sense, you know? You are my girl,” she laughs softly, looking at her hands “I’m your pilot, I wouldn’t want people to think I’m just there at random.”

She smiles against the warm skin of his chest, closing her eyes, allowing herself to be enveloped by him and only him. She still couldn’t believe it, that they were together, that he was so open and ready to tackle the bull that was her family, at a wedding no less! She didn’t know how she got so lucky, how she managed to have this.

She spent so long in her life wondering what was wrong with her, even preventing herself from enjoying something because of her body, that sometimes her brain still couldn’t wrap itself around the idea that someone so…great, so handsome, funny and incredibly sweet would want to be with her without any ulterior motives. He was respectful of her boundaries, he was never shy when it came to his affections…she loved him so much.

Now how would she say that to him? She shouldn’t just blurt it out at random, she did plan on telling him after the wedding fearing that if she did it before he’d feel…pressured on making a good impression on her family? She just wanted the two to survive this meeting, nothing more nothing less, then they could celebrate later however they wished.

“I lost you for a bit there,” he murmurs against her scalp, making her blink in surprise, “You didn’t hear me call you?”

“Oh…oh I’m sorry Roos…I just got some stuff in my head.” she smiles apologetically, pulling her head from his chest to take a sip from her coffee, “I was just thinking about tomorrow. I just want everything to go well…”

“It will be fine.” he says, kissing her temple comfortingly, “Don’t worry too much okay?” he rubs the pad of his thumb in between her eyebrows, where the skin creased up when she frowned, easing up the tension with the constant touching, “Don’t worry that pretty little head of yours.”

“I can’t really help it, Roos.” Beatrice replies in a soft tone, “If they do anything against you—I don’t know, I don’t want them to dislike you…you,you make me very happy and if they tore that from me I–” she frowns again, not meeting his eyes by dropping her gaze to a tile on her floor “I don’t know…what I’d do.”

Rooster placed his coffee mug away,one of his hands cupping her chin to tilt her head upwards while the other rested on the curve of her lower back with the tips of his fingers brushing against the soft fabric of her underwear, “We’ll be okay, you’ll see. Maybe they’ll like me on the spot,” she chuckles gently, but her eyes held a shadow of distress within the green irises “Maybe I’ll have to work a little harder.”

“It just…seems like too much trouble.” she says after a few seconds of silence, “You know?”

It was his turn to frown now, not liking how her gaze turned sad instead of worried, “You aren’t too much trouble, Bea.” he says while making sure to run his thumb on her jawline, “You are anything but trouble.” 

She still seemed unsure, but her smile widened under his words, “Thank you, Roos…I hope you are right.” she sighs, pressing her cheek to his chest before stepping back to sip her own coffee, “We better eat something, just coffee won’t fill us.”

“I could make us pancakes.”

“Well, you could.” she begins, “But you are my guest here and we both know…what happened the last time you cooked pancakes.” Beatrice whispered, giving her back to him while grabbing some bread she had saved up. She bit her lower lip when his arms returned around her waist and his lips pressed wet kisses to her neck.

“I don’t actually,” he said against her skin, “Care to remind me?”

“Oh my God, you are awful.”

“Awfully turned on by you.” he replies with a grin, “But you are right, we better have something to eat. Don’t you have your dance class today too?” she nods, telling him it was one more reason to eat something now or else she’d just get sick while in class. He hums, watching her walk around the kitchen with a piece of buttered bread between her lips, “Will I see some of your moves tomorrow?”

Beatrice almost chokes with the piece of bread she tried to swallow, coughing with her face bright red. She just imagined herself using a column as a pole and moving in ways that would definitely make some of her elderly relatives faint or worse and maybe traumatize some of the others.

“Oh uh…I don’t think so, it’s more of a workout than a dance.” she said quickly under her breath, taking a bigger bite of her slice of bread,”Wouldn’t be…wise to do it.”

Rooster hums, amusedly, yet again he knew something about this dance class was off “I could take you to your dance class.” he says casually, watching her chewing slow to a stop “I wouldn’t mind it.”

“O-Oh um, Shells is going to pick me up, it’s okay!”

“I can pick you up once you are done then,” he says, “I mean, I have fourteen days of leave…I want to spend them with you.”

Oh damn him and his smooth talking, she thought. She wanted to spend time with him too, especially since he’d have these days off…she could just be careful, nothing outside Tiff’s building showed what her class was about inside after all and there were other dancing classes inside as well…she could do that! “...okay, I can talk to Shells, tell her you’ll be taking me and picking me up.”

Rooster seemed very pleased with himself, swallowing more of his morning coffee with a smile on his face. He was extremely happy because he wanted to know more about her mysterious dancing class, her movements back at Below Zero gave him an idea of what she could be learning.

They had their breakfast without a hurry, since she told him the time she’d have to go there, chatting about nothing and about everything at the same time. He loved that about her, amongst other things, how she was so easy to talk to and how the topics never ceased quickly. He could only watch with an infatuated grin as she explained a bit more about the characters in their respective mugs, both of them dressed less than casual but he didn’t care.

It was nice, it flowed naturally, neither of them got quiet to the point it got awkward, on the contrary it was actually the most comfortable silence he had with someone before. 

When they were finished with breakfast, cleaned up and for his immense disappointment took showers separately,  he took her to this infamous dance class of hers. He tried to get as much info from the outside as he could, which in all honesty it was nothing, only a tall building with glass doors and people in workout gear going inside.

She kissed him goodbye, which made a smile form on his face, watching her rush up to the front doors where Shells was waiting for her, giving the blonde a minimal wave just to let her know he saw her. He waited until both of them were inside to drive off, going back to his apartment to get his suit ready.

-

He picked her up when she messaged him, they had lunch and he set his suit in her armoire for the time being - seeing a peach colored fabric folded in the corner of it. After that, they spent the afternoon continuing watching RuPaul’s Drag Race - cue to Bradley rooting for Symone at every chance he got, much to his girlfriend’s amusement- until it was time for her to get ready.

Which meant he’d see the costume firsthand. Oh he could barely wait. Since his costume was literally Magnum PI, all he had to do was slip on a red Hawaiian shirt, beige pants and white shoes, then mess up his hair just enough to make it seem like it was curly just like Tom Selleck’s. 

He kept the shirt unbuttoned to his pecs, opening the collar a bit wider to show more of his chest hair - nothing like Magnum had, but it was good enough - as he waited for Beatrice downstairs, with his leg bouncing with nerves. She was in her bathroom for a good while, but he knew she had to get ready.And look great.

Rooster’s head snapped to the loft when he heard the bathroom door open, the sound of heels hitting the floor above doubling his trepidation, seeing the light turn off upstairs and her silhouette slowly turn into herself as she finally appeared. His jaw fell open immediately, the outfit was indeed Julie Newmar’s Catwoman, from the top of her head where a pair of ears peeked from her hair to the bottom of her feet where a pair of ankle booties were.

Even her eyebrows and make up were the same. God that fabric hugged on her body like a vice. Beatrice stopped by the bottom of the stairs, giving him a smile “So?” she twirled around for him, “How do I look?”

Rooster blinked hard, dragging his eyes all over her, “Fuck you look so good.” he murmurs, draping his big hands on the curve of her waist, “I-...wow.”

She giggles, “You don’t look too bad either.”

“Do we have to go?” he asks with his eyes still dancing all over her body, “Can’t we just stay here and enjoy this weird crossover between Magnum PI and Catwoman?”

“Roos…it’s my job.”

“I know…” he pouts “But you look so fucking good.”

Beatrice smiles, leaning up to press a sweet kiss to his lips, chuckling in surprise when he leans forward as she pulls back “Come on, it’ll be fun. Don’t you want to know what everyone will be dressed as?”

Rooster bit his lower lip, letting her lead him away from the living room to the front door, his eyes glued on how nice her ass looked under that sparkly black fabric “I don’t care about anyone else but you, gorgeous.” he says breathily, “But you are right, it is your job…and I’d hate for you to lose it because of me.”

Bea grins, pecking his lips once more as she locks her front door, the pilot just allowing her to take him since he couldn’t move on his own without feeling he was about to combust. The drive to the Hard Deck was hard, he just kept looking at her by the corner of his eye, continued looking when she greeted Penny - who indeed was Wonder Woman - and Shells - who was dressed as sexy sailor, with the little hat and everything - and kept looking when the bar started to fill up.

He didn’t even notice his friends show up, but when he did, he saw they were all dressed up. Nat indeed was dressed as a cactus, with a green sweater with spikes, green pants and a large red flower on her head. Payback was dressed up as Blade, Fanboy was dressed up as the Enterprise crew alongside Bob and Coyote, Halo was dressed as an angel, and Hangman was a cowboy. 

Of course he was.

“Rooster,” Payback begins, lifting his shades “I thought you were dressing up too?”

Rooster blinks, looking down at his shirt, then sweeping his hands over himself “I’m Magnum PI,” he points to his fluffier hair, “See?”

“It literally just looks like you with messier hair,” Coyote said, fixing his red shirt, “I mean, we saw Bea’s costume, why weren’t you matching with her?’

“I didn’t know about it until yesterday.” the mention of his girlfriend made his eyes travel to her smiling face not too far from him, “This was her suggestion too, it was quicker than getting something new.”

“Sure,” Phoenix says, chewing what appeared to be a pumpkin gummy “Magnum PI is just you in an alternate universe.” 

They talk for a little while, but they all notice Hangman suddenly paying attention to the entrance, so they all do as well. There was Evelyn, wearing a red suit with a darker red vest and a thin tie, her lips painted red and two curved red horns protruded from her hair, holding a cane under her armpit as she looked around with the sunglasses still covering her eyes.

The patrons around her cheered and clapped at her costume, but she showed no reaction until she reached her friends by the bar, pulling out her shades. Shells visibly jumped while Beatrice leaned closer, completely amazed, asking her something Rooster couldn’t figure out what it was. 

But seeing they were running out of beer already, he decided to take upon himself to go - only for Hangman to stand up as well, almost shouldering past him to reach the bar top. Rooster rolled his eyes behind the sunglasses, but smiled when Bea looked up at him. God she looked so fucking good. Hangman stood between him and Evelyn, throwing a smile to the other woman, “Hey, beautiful.”

Evelyn’s hair hid some of her profile from them, so she had to turn her face to look at Hangman. Rooster understood why Shells jumped when Evelyn removed her shades: her eyes were completely black. Both him and Hangman jolted in surprise, seeing no iris or pupil and only a sea of black instead threw them off “Hello.” she smiles, her full lips were painted into such a deep red it seemed black and slowly curling in a menacing grin didn’t help, “Good evening, boys.”

“Doesn’t Evelyn’s costume look amazing?” Beatrice asked with a smile, while Evelyn leaned on an elbow on the counter, crossing her red clad legs by the knee “She always goes all out during Halloween.”

“My favorite time of the year.” she smiles, the cane she was holding had a tiny imp creature as the handle “Of course tonight's one night past it, but I couldn’t resist.” 

Rooster looked back at Beatrice, who just looked too happy to notice that Evelyn's costume freaked him out a bit. Meanwhile Jake just kept staring, so much that Evelyn tilted her head at him, flicking her finger under the brim of his hat with a dull ‘thunk’, snapping him out of his daze. 

He had a feeling this night would be interesting.