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Title: Miss Alabama Part II

Summary: Six months after the events of the Miss United States pageant, Cheryl, Stan, and Ella need help from Gracie Hart when they’re kidnapped. How are the lovebirds faring now that their relationship is out in the public and they’re expecting a baby? Find out in this little ficlet that’s more smutty than anything else (mostly light smut) Stan Fields x OC

Continue Reading here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47728675/chapters/120312775

Chapter 1

“Do you want to join us on stage when we surprise Gracie?” Stan asked as he and Ella sat in their dressing room at Live with Regis and Kelly.

Ella nodded, “No, I’ll pass. I don’t want to be on camera looking like this,” she added as she placed her hand on her swollen abdomen.

He shook his head, “You look absolutely stunning, but I understand. Is there anything else you’d like to do before I go out on stage?” he asked, his eyes twinkling mischeviously.

She tried to suppress her giggle as she replied, “You’re a bad boy. You’re already dressed for the show. I don’t want to get in trouble.”

“If I promise you won’t get in trouble, will you share what might be on your mind?” he whispered as he leaned in toward her ear.

Ella grinned as she moved from her seat until she was straddling him, “Can you guess?” she asked, rolling her hips over his erection.

He gasped, “I think I can,” he ran his hands down her body untl they reached his pants and started undoing them.

“I was about to make a joke about you rushing but I realized that we really don’t have much time,” she whispered as she reached down and slid her underwear to the side so she could sink down on him, letting out a subdued moan as she felt him reach her depths.

Stan groaned as he moved his hips in rhythm with hers, “How are you always able to know what I need when I need it?”

“It’s a gift,” she breathed out as she ran one of her hands down his chest until it was fondling his balls,” Hows this?” she asked while wearing a sly grin.

He held his breath for a moment to stop himself from cumming before he responded, “Perfect. I hope you’re close,” he repeated words he said frequently as he felt himself about to cum.

“I am,” she responded as she felt her orgasm take her over just before his followed.

Once Stan and Cheryl were done on stage, they rejoined Ella backstage along with Gracie.

“Gracie!” Ella exclaimed as she embraced her friend in a bear hug, “How have you been?” she asked once the two women released each other.

Gracie answered too quickly, allowing Ella to know something wasn’t quite right with her friend, “I’m fantastic. I’m the face of the FBI. What more could any agent want?”

“I can think of a few things,” Ella began before she held back her thoughts, “But, I won’t worry about all of that. Catch up with Cheryl. Next time, it’s you and me, deal?”

Gracie nodded, “Deal.”

Once Gracie agreed, Ella walked away by Stan’s side while his hand was resting on her lower back helping to support the extra weight she was carrying.

A few days later, Cheryl, Ella, and Stan found themselves at a Nursing Home to connect with the elderly and also meet Stan’s Mother.

“Mrs. Fields, it’s an honor to meet you,” Ella began, “I’m Ella Westbrook. I won Miss Alabama and I was the second runner up for the Miss United States Pagaent. I’ve been seeng your son for a little over a year and we’re having a baby,” she added as she rested her hand on her baby bump.

Carol Fields was beside herself as she looked between the young woman and her son, “My dear, aren’t you a little young for him?”

Cheryl tried to suppress her smile as she responded, “He is but somehow, these two are in love. And, I think it’s serious,” she added.

“Cheryl is right, Mrs. Fields,” Ella replied, “Stan is definitely past the appropriate age range for me, but I love him. I hope you can accept me and your grandchild,” she added optimistically.

Mrs. Fields nodded, “I suppose love is love. Treat her right,” she warned her son before they began small talk since the serious conversation topics had already been tackled.

The three left the nursing home a few hours later and began walking to the limo when they were stopped by two men, in front of their truck.

Ella moved to the front of the group and attempted to fight off the men using techniques Gracie had taught her, but her belly was in the way and the three of them were tied up in the bed of the men’s truck a few moments later.

#Miss Congeniality #MISS UNITED STATES #Stan Fields #William Shatner #original female character #fanfiction #fanfic #archive of our own #established couple #unplanned pregnancy #age difference #ficlet #miss congeniality 2 #Sequel #miss alabama #ella westbrook

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Fluent Freshman - Part 20

FF had watched more than a few self-defense videos when he believed that Andrew Minyard was looking for a dark alley to stab him in. He had learned how to turn the attacker’s momentum against them. Had learned about disarming the person trying to stab him.

He’d even had Matt teach him a few punches claiming that it was for the dust-ups that tended to happen on the court.

He, naturally, does not use any of that knowledge because his mind immediately reverts into Lizard panic mode the moment Jackson Plank takes another step forward with a knife (HUGE. Is it wild that he is thinking about Crocodile Dundee right now?)

“If you come quietly you won’t get hurt.” Jackson says and he reverts to who he is as a person and he freezes. His bravery was used up maybe it was only ever tied to great pump up songs and now in the silence of the alley he is back to being Stone-Faced Smith.

“You’re going to dial up Wesninski and if you don’t say EXACTLY what I tell you to then I’m going to have you SING in agony.”

Y’know in that moment he stops thinking about Crocodile Dundee.

He thinks about a movie that is far more ingrained in his mind than any number of self-defense videos or one-off lessons with Matthew Boyd where he’d been trying not to flinch. A movie he had watched in better days with his family and had been a favorite of his Grandma’s (and his).

He thinks about Miss Congeniality.

Sandra Bullock as Gracie Hart has taught him everything he ever truly needs to know when he takes a step back and Jackson comes at him.

He strikes right at Jackson’s nose with the palm of his hand.

“SON OF A-“

The knife is dropped and FF kicks it under a dumpster.

FF grabs the single weapon he has on his person.

The McDonald’s Megamind Happy Meal Light Effects Brainbot.

He points the LED light straight at Jackson’s eyes and just like Aaron in the car on the way back, “Shit, that’s bright!” And now completely blinded by a combination of watery eyes and LED McDonald’s toy he proceeds to SING just as Gracie Hart had taught him.

S - Solar Plexus. He punches Jackson there as hard as he can.

I - Instep. He smashes his booted foot down on the inside of Jackson’s shoes (who the fuck wears LOAFERS to a kidnapping?)

N - Nose. He’d feel bad about hitting it again if Jackson wasn’t y’know…a hitman out to hurt Captain Neil.

G - Groin. He may have to give himself just half a second to apologize to all of mankind for what he is about to do. His step brothers had definitely kicked him in the groin plenty of times to try and get a reaction. It’s an art to not let anyone know that your ball has retreated up into lower intestine. He kicks Jackson as hard as he can (collegiate athlete) with the boots that Nicky had let him borrow. He is right on target with the toe of his shoes.

Jackson goes down.

The next thing he does is not something Gracie Hart had taught him but does still feel like the right thing to do in this situation. He kicks Jackson in the head and the man goes limp.

If FF throws both hands up in the air and lets out a “I am Miss Congeniality!” Victory cry into the alleyway well no one is around or awake to know that.

He feels like he deserves a sash and a crown and some flowers.

He looks down at Jackson and then over at the van the man had hopped out of. He was definitely PLANNING on kidnapping Captain Neil so he probably has like…some kind of restraint?

Well, better to completely subdue this guy before he tries to figure out the game plan for Romero. Wait, what’s that next to the Crocodile Dundee knife, are those...?

***

Roland is calling for a second time.

Andrew had let it go to voicemail the first time. It was usually Roland complaining about Nicky, Aaron, or Kevin doing something exceptionally stupid in their inebriated states. They have a system. Roland will call and leave a voicemail detailing the dumb shit his family has gotten up to and then he’ll let it go.

If Roland calls twice then there’s an issue.

Arm still around Neil’s shoulders he answers the phone, “What.” He asks.

“You need to help your new friend. There’s some guy following him, he’s armed and dangerous and looking for someone to grab to get Neil’s attention. He tried to lead the guy outside but he’s standing watching it for now so there might have already been someone waiting?” Roland gets out in a rush and Andrew is up and moving towards the stairs even as he’s closing the phone to disconnect the call.

Neil, of course, is right on his heels. “What is it? Did something happen?” Neil asks and they are up the stairs and pushing past Frank and his stupid pineapple shirt. Andrew spots Nicky and he spots Aaron.

“Get Nicky and Aaron somewhere safe. I need to go help Smith with something.” He says because whoever this is wants Neil and Andrew will not let Neil get within grabbing distance and won’t mention it. Neil, blessedly, does what Andrew asks without question.

Andrew scans the crowd and finds a man whose gaze goes between his phone and the back door.

A face that Andrew had memorized.

One of Nathan’s surviving men.

In the same Zip Code as Neil.

And that man has the audacity to still be breathing.

He looks and Nicky and Aaron (drunk, drugged, and useless because Andrew had wanted them to be) are with Neil and Roland is directing them to the backroom.

Andrew goes out the alley and can feel Romero’s eyes on him.

He’s prepared for a lot of things to see out in that alley. He’s angry that FF hadn’t just come down and grabbed him and Neil (he does not need TWO martyrs) and he wants to know what the fuck FF was thinking (or if he was thinking at all). Even with that anger he does not wish to see FF’s blood spilled all over an alleyway because Andrew’s family needed to be protected and FF was the only one sober enough and aware enough to do it.

He knows what Nathan’s men are capable of.

Knows that Romero was one of Nathan’s best so if there is someone out in the alleyway then it’s likely one of his other bests.

FF doesn’t even know how to use a knife. He had asked and FF had firmly declined every time Andrew had brought it up after the first fainting incident. “I’m not interested in learning that. No.” Had been the standard response.

He knew FF had at least taken a lesson or two from Boyd on throwing a punch considering the one he shot out a week ago when a Striker came at him after the third time FF intercepted a pass.

Still, Andrew had not anticipated coming out into the alleyway and finding an unharmed FF securing an unconscious Jackson Plank’s arms behind his back with fuzzy handcuffs.

“Am I interrupting something?” He asks and FF looks up at him with a flush on his cheeks.

“It’s not my fault this is a weird sex alleyway! They’re the first thing I found on my way over to the van to look for actual restraints.” FF says immediately and Andrew almost laughs at the insanity of it. “Wait, where’s Captain Neil?” FF looks around nervously.

“He’s with Aaron and Nicky in the backroom. Roland gave me your S.O.S.” Andrew says even as he quickly makes his way away from the door and towards FF. “Romero is watching the door. Let’s give him a reason to come out.” He says going over to Jackson and when he rolls the man over he raises an eyebrow at the piss stain on his pants and the blood dripping down his nose.

He looks to FF who resolutely does not look back at him.

It’s a story he’ll get out of his friend eventually. Looks like FF didn’t really need those knife lessons. Something settles a bit more in Andrew, it’s nice to have someone else in their group that could handle themselves in a fight.

Andrew finds a phone and FF rolls Jackson back onto his stomach, “He could choke on his own blood.” He shrugs and Andrew wouldn’t care if Jackson choked on his own blood in fuzzy handcuffs in a back alley but he can understand FF not wanting a murder charge.

Andrew looks at the phone and sees the the swipe pattern clear as day. It takes him two tries to get the order right but then Jackson’s phone is available for him to get over to the texting app.

The texts he reads there make him angry. There were a lot of plans on what the two of them were going to do to Neil before his body was offered up to a different crime family to show that Romero and Jackson had no loyalty left to the Wesninski line.

He types out a text to Romero that will have the jackass come out thinking everything had gone well and they had two hostages. He looks over to FF, “You ready for round two?” He asks.

“There isn’t a tap out option right?” FF asks and Andrew laughs at the joke.

Always cool under pressure it seems.

“No.”

“Then yeah, I guess just hit send.” FF says with a shrug.

Andrew does just that.

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#Fluent Freshman AU #I would like to thank Sandra Bullock's performance for allowing me to write the stupidest fight scene ever #I would also like to thank my sister for getting engaged on April 25th so Miss Congeniality was floating around in the noggin already #Andrew: Smith is really cool under pressure. He can make jokes at a time like this.#FF: What if no one believes me that I found these handcuffs in the alley?#He's too focused on the embarrassment of using those handcuffs to focus on the fact that round 2 is about to happen #Did my 'research' involve finding out EXACTLY what McDonald's happy meal toys were being offered November 2010 #Perhaps #The internet really does just have like a whole shitload of people who will just have a database of seemingly useless knowledge #I love those people #Neil may be pacing up a storm in the back room but Keeping Nicky away from the dance floor is a full time job #For ONCE Aaron is the easy one to deal with #Roland just gave him a virgin drink and he's happy #AFTG #AFTG OC #AFTG AU #AFTG Fic #My Fics #It's shorter because I didn't wanna leave ya'll hanging #FF - Pt. 20

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