#unc jacket

[lintarose]

The classic varsity jacket features a wool body and leather sleeves. It typically has a snap-button front closure, ribbed cuffs, collar, and waistband. The jacket often displays the wearer's school or team logo on the chest or back. This timeless design remains popular due to its traditional appeal and versatility

[jrueships]

an embiid and his embiidling 🥰🥰

[mjolnirswriststrap]

Not My Type

Bucky Barnes x Plus Size!Reader x Steve Rogers

Word Count: 2,329 Masterlist Part 2

Summary: Bucky is dumb.

Warnings: Fatphobia.

A/N: something short, sweet and simple because I’m starting to feel guilty about not posting 😭

Steve watched, as his friend searched around the club with his eyes. He could assume Bucky was just waiting on the rest of their coworkers to get there, but he knew better. “She’ll get here soon enough, relax.”. Steve leans his back against the booth and takes a long drink of his beer. “Who?” Bucky asks, unconvincingly.

“Y/N.” He says like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. Bucky scrunches up his face “As if, man.” He ignores the look of disbelief Steve gives him. “Why deny it? I’ve caught you staring her down more times than I can count.”. Steve stands up and waves to signal Natasha to where they sat. “There’s nothing to deny, she’s not my type, leave it there so no one’s feelings get hurt, okay?” Bucky puts the bottle to his lips to shush himself when he sees you approach the booth.

“You guys look.” Steve’s speechless as he takes in the silk nighties the girls adorned. They all wore semi matching babydoll dresses. Color coded fishnets and heeled slippers adorned their long legs. Their hair was high and teased, makeup adding to the sultry bedtime look they were going for.

“You’re gonna catch flies.” Wanda remarks, leaving to find Vision having the time of his life with the DJ. Steve’s reaction to their costumes did nothing to calm your nerves. You went with the housewife costume too. Just a different approach entirely. Your hair sat in victory rolls atop your head, a thick stack of curls laying on your shoulders, a knee length dress with three quartered sleeves covered you. You’re painted your eyebrows on thinly, just to over line your lips, filling them in with your favorite red Mac lipstick. You were the most modest in your costume, but the most accurate.

You couldn’t wear a see through nightgown to the club. You would die of embarrassment, your rolls would be everywhere. At least in this thick cotton dress, no one could see the layers of shape wear you wore. You slid into the booth and sat beside Steve, getting sandwiched in when Sam finally arrives, late with no costume. “What took you so long, huh khakis?” You tease him, feeling nothing but comfort in his presence.

“You ever had to tell a 10 year old his idea isn’t good enough.” He laughs, “, You should go as yourself Unc!” He recalls the boys words over the phone. “Oh, of course, looks like a superhero to me!” You giggle, loving the thought of his nephews building up his self esteem. He was new to the team, no super strength or speed. Just courage, you admired Sam.

You finally take the chance to look around the booth. Steve wore his vintage Captain America suit, claiming it still fits like a glove. Bucky didn’t wear a costume, just his regular black t-shirt and leather jacket, no effort, even for Halloween. It helped Sam not look so out of place, so you just rolled your eyes at him. He tried way to hard to act like he didn’t care about anything, or anyone. You hate people like that, too self absorbed to carry on a conversation with someone who doesn’t benefit them.

You had been on the wrong side of his attitude before. Bumbling up to him after your first meeting. Stretching out your hand for a shake, he barely touched your hand as he shook your fingers, nodding at you with a curt “Welcome.” You didn’t think much of it till he sat beside Yelena, who got recruited the same day as you, and sparked up a lively conversation with her, telling her if she needs anything at the compound to come ask him. That was the first time Bucky hurt your feelings, and it wouldn’t be the last.

“Y/N!” Someone yells at you from the dance floor. It’s Yelena dancing alone, “You promised me a dance.” She says, holding her arms out for you. You nudge Sam on the shoulder and do the most embarrassing scoot out of the booth you could imagine. Your dress rode up in the time you’d been sitting there, causing your thighs to stick to the old leather. Your face grimaces and you peel your skin away, hoping no one noticed.

“I’m on the dance floor, as promised.” You say, holding her hands while she dances on you. “You’re gonna need to do more than stand there if you want him to notice you.” She remarks, not skipping a beat. Yelena knew you too well, she knew you picked the 40s for a reason, not going with their free spirit 60s slumber get up.

Giving her a wide eyed look, as if he heard over the thumping music. “We both know I have no rhythm, stop that.” You giggle when she presses her back against you and slides down into a squat. She goes behind you and grabs your hips, forcing you against her chest. She grinds you into her pelvis, using her hands to guide your hips in sync with hers. You never moved that way before, and the sensuality of it had your heart racing. Yelena could be anyone, tightly holding on to you, you closed your eyes and threw your head back on her shoulder, just to imagine it was him for a moment.

You feel Yelena’s lips tickle your ear and she’s whispering “Look who can’t take their eyes off of you.” You tilt your head down and open your eyes to lock them with Bucky’s. He looks angry, like you pissed in his cheerios. You turn your body around to face Yelena, “I think he’s upset I’m blocking his view from you.”. That causes her to laugh out loud, grabbing your shoulders to shake you. “You’re mad woman! Look at what’s right in front of you.”. You laugh and look behind you to see Bucky staring down his beer now, instead of you.

“Yelena, I don’t know how to put this, he probably doesn’t even go for girls like me, skinny blonde seems more his type. You, you seem more his type.” You plead with her. She just shakes her head, “He doesn’t like me, I promise, Y/N.” You nod your head, trusting the closest friend you had.

You make your way to the bar, grabbing a drink to cool yourself off. You’re walking back to the booth to get off your feet when you overhear Steve and Bucky’s conversation.

“You’ve got to be kidding.”

“You look like a helpless puppy, just make your move.”

“As if I’d need to, she’s probably never had male attention, that’s too easy.”

“Just admit that you’re afraid of rejection.”

“From her? Never in a million years would fatty have a chance. Like I said she’s obviously not my type.”. Bucky instantly regretted the words as they came out of his mouth, he didn’t mean it. But Steve wouldn’t stop accusing him of having a crush on you.

Tears threaten to spill from your eyes, but you push them down. You knew better, Yelena didn’t, you shouldn’t have let her give you false hope. You choke down your pride and turn the corner, sliding into the booth as if nothing happened. “I think this is my last drink guys, I’m getting tired, and winter training starts tomorrow.”.

An echo of ‘boos’ and a “noooo why.” Almost tempt you to stay. But you know you’re not wanted here, by the one person that mattered. Steve catches your attention, “Are you sure? The nights still young.” He wiggles his brows. You give him a tight lipped smile, knowing he tried to get Bucky to make a move.

“Yeah, there’s really not much for me here. I came for Natasha.” He nods, giving Bucky a death glare. You finish your drink and when you stand up the previous shots you had with Wanda hit you. You quickly sit back down, grabbing the table for stability. “Are you alright?” Steve rests his hand on your lower back, scooting closer to you.

You shake your head, not being able to form words. You think you’d faint if you didn’t focus on breathing. “Let me help you home.” He can see the unsure expression on your face. “Wouldn’t be respecting the suit if I didn’t make sure you got home safe.”. With that he convinced you.

When the cold October air hits your face, it sobers you a little bit, taking away the dizzy feeling, leaving you with a thumping head. Steve takes a few minutes to join you outside, you left him in a heated whisper match with Bucky.

You’re leaned against the side of the building when he finds you. “Ready to go?” He offers you his arm but you shake your head. “No need to be such a gentleman, it’s just me.” You say, knowing he’s doing it just to be nice.

Steve cocks his head to the side. “Why shouldn’t I be a gentleman towards you?” He asks. You press your pounding head against the brick wall, closing your eyes to think of the right words. “The only reason a guy needs to be a gentleman is for good impressions. I highly doubt you feel a need to impress me.”.

He scoffs at you, “What gives you the impression that you’re not worth impressing?”. Even though you were tipsy, Bucky’s words seared your frontal lobe. You suddenly are at a loss for words. How do you tell him you were eavesdropping on their conversation.

“I just don’t get much male attention I guess.” You let him in, his eyes widen in realization that you heard Bucky’s harsh words. “I’m sorry about him, he doesn’t know what he’s talking about.” He says, stepping closer to you. You roll your eyes at him.

“No, he knew exactly what he was talking about. Fatty is no one’s type. No one looks at me and thinks “woah, the most beautiful woman in the world just walked in the room”.” You push yourself off the wall. “I understand that you wouldn’t get that, since you’re so perfect Steve. Women lay down at your feet, your options are endless. But not for someone like me.”.

Steve’s face had turned into a stone. His jaw clenched tightly. He let you vent out your frustrations. “The way you looked at the girls, the way half the club looked at the girls, I’ll never have that.”. You look at your feet and notice him take a step closer to you. You look up to see your faces not too far apart.

“I was looking at you too.” He reaches out, letting his hands hover over your waist. He rests them on your hips when your don’t push him away. “I don’t care what he said, he’s just insecure, he can’t admit that he thinks you’re hot.” You scoff at him this time.

“Steve whatever you’re doing, I get the whole nice guy thing. But just stop.” You say, pressing your hand against his chest. The thin polyester did nothing to conceal his smooth muscles. You feel him squeeze your sides tighter, his thumbs pressing into your belly. “He doesn’t speak for me.”.

You look into his dark eyes. “What are you saying?”. You’d never even humored yourself by considering Steve. You now had to rethink every encounter you ever had with him. “Forget him, let me show you how a real man appreciates a woman.”

He slides his hands down, letting them grasp as much of your ass that could fit in them. You gasp, he wasn’t afraid of your body, he knows what it has to offer. Judging by the way he gripped on to your ass like his life depended on it, he liked it.

“What if someone sees?” You say, pushing his hands off of you. He replaces them “I’m not afraid, why are you?” He leans down, connecting your lips, you’re frozen for a moment. How do you kiss him back? Before you could find out you feel a hand on your shoulder, ripping you away from Steve.

“What are you doing?” Bucky is talking to his friend, ignoring your existence. “Excuse me, we were in the middle of something.” Steve steps between you and Bucky. “You shouldn’t be out here hooking up with a random coworker.” Bucky says, trying to convince himself.

“Y/N isn’t a random coworker, Jesus Bucky, what’s your problem?” Steve asks, letting his anger show. He knew what he was doing, if Bucky wouldn’t admit it on his own, jealousy would work just fine. Bucky balls up his fists at his side “You know what my problem is.”.

You’re staring at Steve’s back, you don’t know what Bucky’s talking about. Is he so repulsed by a plus size woman, he doesn’t even want his friend with one? You were done, you’d never done anything to Bucky besides exist. He had an imaginary problem with you.

You stepped around Steve, crossing your arms in front of your chest. You don’t know where the boost of confidence came from, probably Steve’s lips and hand placement. You look Bucky up and down, truly taking him in.

He was perfect, and he knew it. It was starting to disgust you. “Just because ‘fattys’ like me have no chance with you, doesn’t mean that I’m not worthy of another man being attracted to me.” You take a step back, pressing yourself against Steve. Just to show Bucky, you meant business.

Basing it off of the hard indentation on the front of Steve’s spandex, he liked watching you tell Bucky off. You turn your body around to face him, throwing a look over your shoulder at Bucky, “Take me home Stevie.” You sing song in his ear.

A smirk falls on his lips, “Let’s do that princess.” He says while leading you out of the alley. Bucky is stuck in place, having an internal war with himself, that you weren’t gonna stick around for.

[ugotcooneycrossed]

have i told you lately, im grateful youre mine • alessia russo

w/c: ~900

alessia doesn't like anyone as much as she likes you- or, how mean girl less is really just a big softie

a/n: i dont really love this but its done so

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the skies are overcast- the cold wind hitting your cheeks and nose- no matter how hard you try to cover them in your scarf.

it’s raining- small droplets fall down and splatter on the ground, and on your clothes- well alessia’s clothes, but really it’s basically yours anyway.

it feels just like home really.

you had no reason to make the move to america- unfortunately gifted with the burden of two left feet, and asthma so bad your breathing could rival that of a pug, a sport scholarship was out of the question. thankfully your skills in books landed you with endless opportunities, that wouldn’t cause you to fall on your face. you could’ve gone to any uni really- but with an academic scholarship calling, and the promise of much better weather, you couldn’t turn it down.

and it was only ironic that you met alessia when you finally got to UNC- stargirl to the extreme and very- very serious footballer. even thinking about her sport made you breathless- or well, thinking about her playing football with the stupidly attractive captains armband made you breathless.

friday night games are your favourite- all your focus can be diverted to watching your girlfriend play.

and like every other week- your voice is sore from how much you’ve been cheering and screaming for the blonde striker.

they’re winning two – nil, those scored by of course alessia.

and no matter how many games you go to, no matter if they’re here at UNC or somewhere across the world for youth international duties, and no matter how many times she scores. you will always be the loudest one cheering.

you manage to make eye contact with her, beaming at her and sending her a thumbs up-and she smirks back at you, blowing you a kiss. your cold cheeks start to warm and you sit back down when the people around you start to tease you.

everyone and their mothers know who alessia russo’s girlfriend is- she’s quite known for her possessive streak around campus.

there was the time where she poured her drink on someone when they didn’t get the hint, also the time she came to you at half-time at her game to steal your jacket so everyone could see the number on the back of your shirt- then nursing you back to health when you inevitably got sick, and also the time she blew off training and had to run laps- all because she wanted to cuddle.

so, no- she’s not subtle at all.

not that you’d complain of course- her jealousy is very attractive.

by the time the stands clear out- it’s just you left, waiting for your girlfriend to finish her post match routine.

“hey (y/n)!”

you beam at the voice- running down the steps to jump into lotte’s arms for a hug.

“hi! you were so great out there!”

“how do you know- I’m sure lessi was all you could focus on.”

“that’s not true carlotte. i love all you girls equally.”

“hmm well i wasn’t even playing, so i think you’re lying.”

lotte wiggles her eyebrows at you, and your mouth drops I shock- before you rub the back of your neck in embarrassment.

“sorry lotts.”

“just kidding! i really was playing- but you still didn’t notice so ha!”

“go bother someone else’s girlfriend lotte- or, go get your own!”

alessia swings her arm around your shoulder and your hand comes up to hold hers- fingers entwining. alessia presses a kiss to the side of you face and stares at lotte.

“calm down less- i’m just messing around.”

you elbow your girlfriend.

“yeah, yeah. bye now lotte i’ll see you tomorrow.”

you both watch the older girl walk away- and alessia sets off, arm still around your shoulders, bringing you close to her side. you start to stumble over your feet at the awkward angle she’s created.

“less let me go- i can’t walk properly.”

“no.”

-

in the few years alessia’s been here, she’s garnered quite the reputation- a harsh captain with a mean streak, always quick with insults, and never afraid to get into a physical fight.

she’s competitive, and judgemental- and well a mean girl.

but you know better.

you know that she’s a sucker for romantic films- no matter how many times she tells you its stupid, she’ll always end up crying first.

you know that she lets you win- at any game really, ‘miss sore loser’ seems to always forget how to play whenever its against you.

you know that her jealousy is just because she loves you- and despite time, and time again reassuring her that she doesn’t need to be jealous, that you have and always will love just her- she continues to bite the head off just about anyone who so much as looks at you.

you can especially see it in the way she grips your hand tighter, the way her eyes glare at anyone daring to get too close, but mostly- you can tell in the way she refuses to let you go, from whatever party youre at, all the way back to your dorms.

shes a softie really- hanging off you as if you were her lifeline- puckering her lips and begging for kisses.

no one knows her the way you do.

the way you could do absolutely nothing with her and itd still be perfect.  

[respectthepetty]

Cooking Crush Ep. 4 Cut Scenes

I reported on the missing scenes from YouTube's version of Cooking Crush for the first three episodes [first, second, third], so I'm here to do it a fourth time.

After the restaurant, Prem texts his friends expressing his concern that Ten is upset. They appear in the car to give advice because Prem believes that rich-boy-Ten just wasn't impressed with the meal, yet that is all Prem could afford.

IT'S HILARIOUS! Dy correctly guesses that Ten was actually jealous of Prem's interaction with the chef, and tells Prem if it was him (Dy), he would punish his date for talking to another man. Unc tells him (Dy) that he is ridiculous and to shut up.

No, really, it was great!

Dy is a bit upset that Prem left the chat without telling them where he was headed and a bit more upset that he hasn't seen Firefly.

PREM THINKS THEY ARE GOING TO HAVE SEX!

He notices the hotel sign when they park, and has a flashback to Dy telling him that the jacket is a "lucky" jacket because people who wear it get lucky, and Ten already mentioned not being "satisfied" with the chef's meal. Prem also thought Ten grabbed something to punish him with from the glove compartment. Then, he sees the two guys walking in together. So he rips off the jacket!

They talk about it at the table. Ten likes this quirky rice shop in a motel, and Prem tells him that his friends convinced him that Ten was going to "punish" him.

Prem thought this was a condom.

Ten makes a joke out of it when Prem asks him how he knew that rice shop was there. Ten tells him someone else took him there. Prem says "to this shop" and Ten says "no, to the hotel" then makes this gesture.

He tells Prem he is joking since Prem looks shooketh. Ten's uncle actually took him there because his uncle is a foodie.

This is tiny, but it matters. Prem tells Ten he just made too much food, so that's why he had extra food for an extra lunchbox. He didn't want Ten to think he made it specifically for him.

Ten thinks it's adorable because HE SAW THE TEXT before Prem unsent it.

Prem then tries to say if Ten already ate, he doesn't have to eat the food, but Ten lies and says he hadn't eaten at all, so he'll gladly take the lunchbox (even though he ate an entire breakfast).

Ten tries to get Prem to admit that he cooked the meal especially for Ten since Prem mentioned that he only included the stuff he knows Ten likes. (Off is fucking adorable in this entire bit)

The cooking show segment is longer because it shows the interview with the chef which sounds like a farewell speech. He states that he needs to remember that the essence of his food is fun and his passion. He states he wants to venture out of his comfort zone (which comes right after Dy and Firefly's rooftop speech), and makes a coconut-inspired dish with apple instead of pineapple curry as a sign of him overcoming adversity.

And that's it!

Now enjoy Ten being a petty person.

[axailslink]

would do riri with a R who love to sleep whenever they can❤️

She's so beautiful when she's sleeping

Riri Williams x black! FEM reader

Summary: you fall asleep on face time and Riri comes and visits your apartment with breakfast from waffle house.

"Babe? Babe? Baby? Love? Mamas? damn...she really fell asleep on me again she's always sleeping." Riri smiles to herself until she remembers "fuck she didn't eat" she gets up and pulls on the first clothing items she sees sprawled about her room which are some Nike sweats, a black jacket, and some slides. She makes sure to grab her wallet, keys and a water bottle the side of the campus Riri was on they're not as strict about the curfew so she could always really easily slip in and out. "Hey Mr Thompson so imma be real with you my girlfriend hasn't eaten anything today I'm going to buy her something however you could just let me go or we could race to my car and see who wins." Mr. Thompson shakes his head "go just be back tonight if you're not don't let me see you sneak back in" she nods and gives him a thumbs up she checks her phone and smiles at your little ugly sleeping face.

Riri loves you at what you'd consider your worst but she thinks seeing you like this is the most beautiful version of yourself. She mutes herself as she gets in the car and starts it up immediately driving to your favorite waffle house the one that knows you personally. When she walks in she gets something she knows you'll eat and her go to which is a Texas bacon cheese steak melt with a sunny side egg and grits. "Riri it's twelve at night how's my girl doing?" Riri glances at her phone then your uncle "she's still a bit of an idiot uhm she went to sleep without eating again so I'm doing my girlfriend duties." He nods and smiles "so when you gone marry her?" Riri laughs and stuffs her hands in her pockets "when we're done with school maybe..." He smiles and slides a little envelope across the table.

"She'd want it to be this ring" she reaches to open it but he taps her hand "don't not until you both are ready" he glances back at the other workers and grabs your food giving it to her she grabs the envelope and stuffs it in her pocket while handing him the money "thanks unc" he nods as she leaves. Riri and your uncle have been very close since they met. You weren't exactly sure why, but you never questioned it. You honestly thought it was kind of cute. Since the rest of your family wasn't too fond of her or your relationship at all, well that excludes your mother, she was a true sweetheart. But the rest of your family sucks ass so it doesn't really matter to you.

When Riri arrives at your apartment she carefully lets herself in with her copy key and locks the door back. She picks up a bit seeing that you have certain things strolled about before she finally walks to your room and just watches you momentarily. "She looks so damn tired" she turns the light on and hops on your bed food in hand you groan and grab her leg "it's twelve in the fucking morning calm it down short cake" she laughs as she sits down beside you and move your cover as she places your food on your lap you sit up and rub your eyes. "Baby I just want to go to sleep" she nods "that's crazy I just want you to eat plus I mean I bought your favorite after all even with my broke college student money" you laugh and smile at her "you bought my favorite?" She nods as she opens her own food and hands you a fork. "Thank you" she presses a kiss to your hand "of course now eat at least a little something before you go back to sleep." You just can't help but smile at her no one has ever cared about you this much except for your mother it was kind of creepy...your mother always told you "you won't find love until you find someone who makes you eat." You did just that so maybe you have found love.

"You have to get a stable sleep schedule baby because sleeping at random is not okay for your health" you look at her with a waffle halfway in your mouth "you want to talk to me about health stop smoking weed" she laughs and busies herself into her food "that's what I thought pothead." She smiles and slaps your thigh "eat your fucking food."

A/n: I swear y'all give me a request and make up a whole scenario

[html-nae]

F I X I T

42!Miles x fem!OC

WC: 647

Aaron glanced at his nephew entering the garage. He turned his head away from Miles trying to hold in a laugh that was about to escape.

“What’s so funny Unc?”

Miles asked, as he shrugged off the jacket that was around his shoulders. Aaron shook his head while his hand came up to his mouth to muffle whatever noises were escaping. Miles looked at his uncle in annoyance and huffed, not finding what was so funny.

“I think you should take a look in the mirror, nephew.”

Aaron finally said with a chuckle. He crossed his arms and leaned against the desk that held the next project for Miles’ suit. The latter rolled his eyes and trudge to the mirror that was hanging on the wall.

“What the hell?”

Instead of the normal intimidating Prowler mask, what looked like a smiley face was in its place. Aaron busted out laughing, his shoulders shaking and his cackle echoing throughout the spacious place. Miles shot a look at his uncle before taking off the set and chucking it into a bag.

He walked out the garage muttering curses under his breath with the sounds of his uncle’s laughter following him.

“Fix it.”

Miles demanded. He dropped the bag onto Alani’s desk and crossed his arms. He was tired and annoyed. His eyes were sunken in more than normal and his braids were fuzzy. Alani almost felt bad for doing what she did, until she thought about it and cracked a smile. The image of him running around jumping from rooftop to rooftop with a smiley face on the mask contrasting with his dark outfit made her happy.

“I don’t know what youre talking about Miles.”

She said while laying down on her bed. Her braids laid out behind her, framing her face. Alani’s glasses fell down the bridge of her nose and she rolled over on her stomach and grabbed a book that was on her bedside table.

“Can you please fix my mask?”

He huffed with defeat. Alani smiled and closed her book.

“Can you please pay more attention to me and not disregard me like you’ve been doing?”

Miles dropped his head, embarrassed that he wasn’t spending much time with his girlfriend, he had a classic awkward Miles smile on his face when he looked up and nodded quietly.

“Then yes, I’ll fix your mask.”

Alani grabbed the mask out of the bag and a cable that was connected to her laptop. Miles watched as she typed and deleted codes with the light from the laptop highlighting her face. The glasses framed her face nicely and he could see the shadow from her lashes.

“You’re so pretty.”

She stopped typing and looked at Miles with a smile.

“Thank you Miles.”

And with that she unplugged his mask and placed it back inside the bag that held the rest of his belongings.

“No, thank you. I’ll see you later. I gotta go help Uncle Aaron with some stuff, but I promise i’ll be back before you go to sleep.”

Alani nodded and watched as he left out the window and ran in the direction of his Uncle’s garage.

“He’s about to hate me.”

She said to herself while locking her window and making sure her doors were locked just in case he came back.

“Aye nephew.”

Aaron called while turning around. His face dropped before the corners of his face lifted up with a smile. Once again, his mask was changed.

Not back to normal though, but to a different face.

The new face that branded the Prowler mask was a winking face.

“Yeah, wassup Unc?”

Aaron shook his head, dismissing Miles to go onto his next mission. He grabbed his phone and texted his nephew’s girlfriend a quick

Well done.

With a laughing emoji following it before shutting off his phone and continuing on with his work.

[russolover]

Sweater Weather

74. “Do you want me to stay?” 120. “Take my jacket, it’s cold” 34. why are you so cold? 42. "how have you survived this long by yourself"

Nights out with your mates was always something you were looking forward to, but not when it involved a certain 5'9 ft blonde Italian. Tonight you, Mary and her friend. Ella, Joe and Alessia decided to go to a new sushi place and mini golfing afterwards. You only agreed to come because Ella begged you to be there, she knew about the „situation“ you had going on with Alessia.

It all started during the UNC days when you had to play against the tar heels. The rivalry between your and Alessia's University was also reflected on your personal relationship. In the beginning it wasn't that bad, she was the only one with Lotte you've already known because of the U16 England camps. But a bad tackle and a lost championship only fuelled the dislike you've had towards the blonde. To top it all of you caught her kissing your teammate on your farewell party which made you go overboard. Out of everyone, she choose your captain.

You didn't know why the Italian aggravated you so much, but you didn't like it.

This went on as soon as you both went back to England. the hatred only grew from there on, which many fans realised.

The dirty tackles during the games, the shoving for no reason. It was an unspoken rule to keep you two away from each other. But this was hard when Tooney was your and Alessia's best friend.

So, here you are on your way to the sushi restaurant to see your friends. And Alessia.

As you parked your car and went down to the front door of the restaurant a familiar blonde appeared, but she didn't see you. You watched as she pulled her phone out to probably call tooney and ask her where she is. As she looked around talking on her phone her eyes landed on you.

To your dismay she already caught you staring at her and shifted uncomfortably. You tried to be the bigger person today, for Ella.

You walked up to her right as she hung up and forced a smile.

"Russo"

You nodded at her and held out your hand and watched as she returned the gesture.

"Y/l/n"

She smiled, as she squeezed your hand. Her smile was not as forced as yours. She still has those dimples, you thought.

"Why are you so cold?"

You asked as the coldness of her hands took over the warmth in yours.

"I forgot my jacket at home"

She replied, as she fiddled with her rings.

"Lets go inside then, they won't be on time anyways."

You said as you held the door open for her. She thanked you as she stepped inside and asked for the table reserved on tooneys name.

As time went on the others appeared and the evening was not as bas you thought it would be. You and Alessia were civil, which Mary and tooney were very surprised by.

"Is that your favourite roll?"

You asked the Italian munching on her California roll. She looked up at you nodding.

"Yeah its so simply but so good. It has been my favourite since UNC times, what about yours?"

She replied calmly, the uncomfort from earlier clearly gone by now.

"Big fan of anything fried"

You told her simply, shoving another piece of sushi into your mouth.

As you and your friends finished eating you soon headed to the mini golfing course.

"Okay so the teams are as followed, me and Joe, Mary and Alex, Y/n and Less. Whoever has the most points at the end of the Game has won."

You and Alessia necks almost snapped looking back at tooney.

"Ella c'mon-

"Sorry can't change them now I already put it on the sheets"

"Jesus Ella"

Alessia grumbled as Mary looked at her sympathetically.

Ella ginned as she gave you the golf clubs and a ball.

"Look I know we're used to playing against each other but right now all I want is to beat tooney"

You sighed annoyed at the blonde.

"I can't believe I'm saying this but I agree with you"

She mumbled, talking one of the clubs from you.

"Well, there's a first time for everything"

The Italian only rolled her eyes at you making her way to the first course. As she tried to step on the course she almost tripped, giving you a freaking heart attack. This wasn't the first time this has happened tonight.

You quickly grabbed onto her waist keeping her from falling and steadying her.

"Jesus Russo stop that"

You spoke annoyed still holding onto her waist. Completely missing the crimson shade her face has turned,

""how have you survived this long by yourself"

"Sorry, I tend to be a bit clumsy"

She responded quietly, making you immediately regret the annoyed tone you used on her .

"A bit is an understatement, are you okay though?"

You chuckled and made sure to ask her if she hurt herself. Hoping this would ease the situation.

"I am, thanks to you"

She smiled softly at you before putting her attention back on the course. The tone she used stuck with you, It was the one she used during the U16 camps. You tried to ignore the way your heart rate was picking up but the way she looked at you while smiling didn't help.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a celebrating Russo.

"HOLE IN ONE"

She shouted while smiling brightly at you and pointing at the ball which was indeed inside hole. Giving you flashbacks from when she scored her first goal during the Camp.

"Nice one Russo"

You matched her energy and gave her a high five before continuing the course. After 5 courses you could see the blonde starting to shiver slightly. Of course she forgot her jacket and she was to stubborn to ask you herself. You didn't like her but at the same time you didn't want her to freeze to death.

"Take my jacket, it’s cold"

You said handing her your oversized leather jacket without looking at her, hoping it would keep her warm.

The Italian only looked at you gratefully as she put the jacket on. The floral fragrant of your perfume invading her senses straight away.

"Thank you Y/n"

She smiled sweetly at you which you returned.

"Don't get used to it, I just don't want you to freeze to death"

She laughed scrunching her nose which made your insides turn into pudding.

NO. FUCK NO.

The feeling of getting hit by a bus would probably match this situation the most. Not Alessia. Out of everyone, why did your heart start beating faster for the Italian?

"You know, you're actually tolerable off the pitch"

She started talking again as you made your way back to the meeting point you agreed with your friends to see which team has won.

"Likewise Russo"

You smiled at her before being greeted by an overconfident tooney.

"You didn't kill each other yet, I'm impressed"

Ella laughed as Mary joined in marking you roll your eyes.

"Calm down bighead, lets see who's won"

As you compared the scores you and Alessia were over the moon with the first place. But even more with tooneys annoyed face.

The evening went only upwards from there on. Some carpool karaoke was the perfect end of a surprisingly good night. Little did you know it wasn't over yet.

You agreed on taking Alessia home, since you were the one who lived closest to her. The drive to her flat wasn't awkward. It was somehow peaceful, with drake playing in the background and the blonde quietly mumbling the words.

"Y/n?"

You turned your head to look at the Italian who was watching you intently, signalling her to keep talking.

"Why do you hate me?"

Your mouth went dry as she spoke those words. I mean, it was clear you weren't friends but hating her?

No.

You weren't even sure if you still disliked her. Something about this evening made you see her different. Or it made you realise that disliking her was easier than telling her how you really felt.

"I don't hate you Alessia"

"But why do you act like it"

She asked confused, starting to fiddle with her rings again. You realised how much it would've taken the blonde to ask you that question since she seemed pretty nervous again.

"I just- Its a long story"

You sighed as you parked in front of her flat. The blonde didn't seem satisfied with that answer as she scrunched her brows looking back down at her rings.

"Do you want to come inside for some tea? The rain is only getting worse, might as well warm yourself up"

She spoke almost inaudibly.

"Depends.. do you want me to stay?"

You turned your head only to be met with Crystal blue eyes already looking at you.

"I wouldn't have asked if I didn't want you to"

She spoke sincerely making your heart rate pick up again.

This was going to be a long night.

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The Perfect Ratio

Summary: The first time Bob sees his friend get drunk, they both get more than the bargained for. Words: 2116 Warnings: 18 +. Alcohol consumption, drunkenness, smut Credits: @princessmisery666 for both the idea and beta - Could not have done it without you, beautiful. None of it. A/N: This spilled out of me in no time at all. It was fun and light and sweet and hot and - adorable.

It was an odd thing, being friends with naval aviators. They were all cocky in their own way, some worse than others, but they all had hearts of gold and cared deeply about anyone considered their friends. The majority of them were calm, cool, and collected.

And then there was Bob.

He was adorable, with his glasses and big blue eyes. He was funny when he actually interacted with his friends, which wasn’t often. At least when she was around, it wasn’t.

When Y/N was integrated into their friend group, Bob was the last one to talk to her. When he did, he stumbled over his words and said probably three offensive things accidentally. Then she giggled and he felt a stirring in his chest, a warmth that spread outward and flushed his neck and his ears.

Bob thought she was perfect. Her kindness drew him into conversations that he would otherwise have avoided and her smile righted every wrong that had been done to him. 

But she was like that with everyone. She gave her smile freely, her kindness radiating off of her in waves that could be felt across all barriers. Bob let his hope slip from him every time she looked at Yale or Fritz or Rooster. He’s pretty sure he heard his heart shatter when she smiled at Hangman. But if that’s what she wanted, he’d support her. He just wanted her to be happy, in whatever form that took.

Penny threw a huge, private, Halloween party and Bob was relieved to see her let loose. She took shots with Coyote, danced with Phoenix, joked with Fanboy. A soft smile graced Bob’s face as he sat in the corner, sipping a coke and watching her enjoy herself.

When midnight rolled around, she stumbled over to Bob, spilling her glass of wine in the process.

“Hey, Robby!” she slurred, swaying on her feet.

“How much have you had to drink, honey?” he asked calmly, despite the irritation building in his chest that their mutual friends had let her get that drunk.

“Not enough to be seeing three of you,” she assured him, and the ‘yet’ went unsaid. “Just enough to be a little unco-unc-wobbly.”

“Alright, let’s get you home, then.” He stood and took his keys out of his pocket, wrapping his arm around her waist for extra support. 

“Hmm, whatever you say, Robby,” she hummed as she pressed into his side. “You smell really good.”

“Thank you but in your current state, I’m sure anything would smell good to you,” he chuckled, loading her up into his sedan.

“I’m definitely sober enough to know you smell like citrus and cedar and something else that’s just…amazing,” she mumbled as she buckled her seatbelt. With her breath fanning his neck where he leaned over her, it took a few more attempts to click it into place than it should have.

Bob slipped into the driver’s seat and started up the car, taking the quickest route to her house while she stared out the window. He found it difficult to keep his eyes on the road, always looking over to check and make sure she was still okay. 

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to throw up in your car,” she said, but the following hiccup made him believe otherwise.

He helped her up to her room, his arm around her waist and hers slung over his shoulders. She was babbling about how great Bob was, giving compliments that made his heart flutter. She flopped down onto the bed with a sigh, shrugging off her jacket while Bob helped with her shoes.

“I’m capable of taking off my shoeses, Robby,” she grumbled. 

He looked up at her with a smirk and a raised eyebrow. “You can’t even say ‘shoes’ right now, honey. I’m not sure I trust you to not fall over.”

He was surprised when she leaned down and pressed her lips to his, cupping his face so he didn’t go anywhere. She hummed when his lips moved against hers, kissing her back.

Bob gripped her shoulders and pulled away, squeezing his eyes shut a second longer to commit the feeling of her lips to memory. “Wait. Wait,” he whispered, “you’re drunk. If you really want this, you have to do this sober. I won’t take advantage of you.”

“Robby, I do want you,” she whined.

“God you’re gonna make this difficult,” he groaned, standing to get away from her soft pout. “Come on, time to sleep.”

He helped her to settle in bed, noting that her eyes were fluttering shut before she laid down, despite the steady stream of complaints falling from her lips. Bob got a bottle of water and ibuprofen, setting it next to her on the nightstand. His thoughts darted back to college when his roommate nearly choked on his own vomit and he settled in the armchair across from her, just to make sure she made it through the night okay.

She woke with a groan, her hands clutching her head as she moved slowly to sit up. The majority of the night was clear. She knew she and Nat had taken shots. There was a bit of a blur in the middle but she knew that Bob took her home. Wait - did she…

Her eyes flew open as she remembered that she kissed Bob last night. He was a gentleman about it but she tried to…”shit,” she whispered.

A noise in the corner caught her attention and she turned her head slowly to see Bob stirring in the chair. Panic rose up through her chest; what was she supposed to do now? What would she say? Should she acknowledge it? Ignore it? Just go for it again? 

“Morning,” Bob mumbled across the room, his voice rough with sleep. 

“M-morning,” she stuttered, tossing the covers off of her as she swung her legs to the side of the bed. Fighting through the dizziness, she stood, only then noticing the water and painkillers on her nightstand. She grabbed them and headed to the bathroom, tossing two pills in her mouth and downing them with the bottle of water. 

After she had freshened up, she stepped back into her bedroom to find it empty, Bob nowhere to be found. Her heart sank a bit but then she heard the coffee maker churn to life and she knew he hadn’t left. Yet.

She stumbled into the kitchen and Bob looked up, a soft smile spreading across his face when he took her in. Her hair was still a mess and her makeup was smeared but he still thought she was beautiful. “How do you feel this morning?” he asked quietly.

“Um, okay, I guess,” she answered, sinking down into the armchair in her living room. “Just a headache really.”

“Oh, that’s good. Once you eat, I’ll take you to get your car from Penny’s place,” he smiled as he set a mug of coffee down next to her.

Her heart fluttered under his soft gaze, her eyes not leaving his face as he backed away to sit on the sofa. He sipped his coffee - black, three sugars - and let the silence settle comfortably around them. Her eyes wandered, focusing on anything but the depth of his blue eyes. 

“About last night,” she started as she kept her gaze on the mug of coffee in her hand, perfect ratio of cream, sugar and coffee.

“Hey, it’s not a big deal,” he soothed, sitting forward and resting his elbows on his knees. “You were drunk and -”

“I wasn’t that drunk, Robby,” she interrupted.

Her eyes slowly lifted, catching the intensity of his wide-eyed stare. 

“What?” he whispered, a desperate but apprehensive tone in the barely audible word.. 

“I wasn’t that drunk,” she repeated as she set down her mug. “I knew what I was doing when I kissed you.” She crossed the room and knelt between Bob’s legs, taking his face in her hands. “I’m tired of being unsure. I’m tired of hiding. I felt something last night, Robby, something real.”

Bob didn’t say anything. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers, his hands wandering down her sides, gripping her hips. Their lips moved as one, but something was wrong, something didn’t feel right.

“Robby,” she said as she pulled back, “kiss me like you mean it or tell me to stop.”

“You might regret that,” he growled, locking his arms under ass and standing. His slender frame hid his strength, the lean muscles allowing him to lift her with ease. He carried her to the bedroom in a few long strides, dropping her on the bed. She giggled when she bounced, gasping when he climbed on top of her.

His eyes searched hers for any signs of hesitation, or second thoughts. All he found was two beautifully hooded eyes that did little to hide the lust-blown pupils. “Are you sure?” he whispered.

“Make love to me, Robby,” she answered before pulling his head down, threading her fingers behind his neck, holding him close and peppering kisses to his jaw. 

The groan he tried to suppress sent a jolt straight to her core. 

Slowly, he peeled away the little clothes she wore, and between tender but hunger filled kisses he lost his clothes too. The first stretch of his impressive size was something she’d never forget and hoped to repeat every chance she got. She’d asked him to make love to her and that's what he did; there would be time for rough and fulfilling fantasies, for now he needed to show her that he felt something too, that she wasn’t alone in her pining. 

Her needy whimpers pushed him closer to the edge and he thought of literally nothing else. He felt her walls begin to clench and his hand snaked between their bodies, finding the bundle of nerves that pushed her closer to a release.

“I want you to come for me, honey,” he told her, “come all over my cock. I’m right behind you.”

Her climax washed over her, a hoarse cry of his name echoing off the walls as her back arched and her fingernails dug into his shoulders. He spilled into her womb with a groan, thrusting inside her until he was overly sensitive. Bob let his head fall to her shoulder, holding his weight up on his arms until he was composed enough to pull out, a hiss falling from her lips as he did. He settled on his back next to her, reaching his arm under her shoulders and pulling her close.

“God, I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” he sighed contentedly as she settled on his chest.

“So what took you so long, Robby?” she teased, tracing abstract patterns on his chest.

“Seriously? I’d never stand a chance against the likes of Hangman, or Rooster. Hell, even Fanboy is better looking than me,” Bob scoffed.

“Firstly you are the perfect ratio of adorable and hot, that’s hard to pull off,” she teased, “but It’s not all about looks, baby,” she cooed. “You’re sweet. And kind. And considerate.”

“And awkward and anxious and scrawny,” he countered.

“And not a single one of them could fuck me the way you just did.”

He chuckled at that, pressing a kiss to her head. “I don’t know, they talk a big game.”

“And with the game that you have, you could be talking a lot more,” she laughed, “you should be talking a lot more.”

“I guess when you know you’re good, you don’t have to talk,” he shrugged.

“Now who’s cocky?” she snarked, nudging his chest. “Though you definitely have a right to be.”

“Nah,” denied Bob, wrapping his arms around her. “No reason for me to be cocky. Now you know what I can do, I don’t need to prove anything to anyone. Got all I need and want in my arms right now.”

“And what if I told you it was a one time thing?”

“Oh, honey,” he chuckled darkly, “you’re already addicted.”

“Am I, now?”

His fingertips dragged up her thigh softly, goosebumps erupting in their wake, a shiver traveling up her spine. Her hips bucked against his leg on their own and she stifled a whimper, squeezing her eyes shut and biting her lip. “Oh honey, that was just the free preview. Wait till you see what I can really do.”

“I don’t know if I’ll be able to handle that,” she panted as he rolled her to her back, groping her chest roughly.

“You can handle it,” he promised, “but I’ll take my time to show you, make you a hungry little cock slut before we leave this bed.”

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Chapter 9

Summary:It’s been a couple of months since the business has started the air to becoming colder in South Central area and celebrating Frankie’s birthday and one gift he will cherish forever, one day getting a call from Avi saying he wants to meet and with lapd breaking into Avi’s place then arresting Avi and Lee, Frankie wanted him out that day and had to cough fifty gs for the lawyer and that raises a couple of eyebrows at y’all. And now the coke is all officially gone then Frankie comes up with a plan to drive down to Oakland to meet Swim to end up finally meeting the man that we all were looking for…. Avi’s connect.

Warnings:afab-reader, n-word usage, cursing, minor character death, kissing, oral (female & male rec.),  sneak-peak of dad!frankie, making crack-rock, slight fear of heights

Word count:8.6k mdni+ Happy reading

This takes place in Season 2 ep. 1 and 2

Four Months Later 

The business is going good, really really good. You and Frankie were the only ones that was allowed back to Avi’s place from now on, walking into the cookhouse to see Louie stirring the mason jar, you grabbed a black bandana and wrap it over your nose then tying it behind your head and grabbing kitchen gloves, then pouring equal parts of the baking powder and coke in the mason jar with a little bit of water and stirring in the water. Lee and Kev were breaking up the large rocks into smaller rocks then bagging them, Jerome, Peaches and a couple of other guys were  bagging the rocks in chip bags. Once your shift was done, you went to the ice cream truck, had ice cream for the kids and rock for the adults. As the kids were coming up for the ice cream and the adults would walk around back to get their rock 

Peaches is tying up the bags of money in the truck, while you and him were sitting on the car waiting for everybody to finish up, getting back to Jerome’s house  he unlocks the backroom with two deadbolts behind it, Frankie opens it to show the back wall is in containers of money and Jerome dumps bags of money on the table, Jerome leaves to grab more bags of the money and left you and Frankie to count it.

Couple weeks later

Today is Franklin Saint's birthday. The man is turning the big 20. He wanted to do something small with just his family, friends and of course you. The gift you got him was a gold chain with the word ‘Saint’ in the middle and a fresh pair of white sambas with light blue stripes going on the sides. You had them both wrapped in birthday paper sitting next to you.

Once he enters to Jerome’s house seeing Lee making out with Wanda, he takes of his dark blue jacket, showing off his white shirt, blue and green shoulders and the color going across his chest, he sees you in the corner and Kev stops in his tracks “Ladies, I would like y’all to meet Franklin Saint aka our savior aka the big black apostle.” He smiles “Franklin’s fine, alright, nice to meet you ladies.” all the ladies smile at him, and one of them is staring a little too hard. Frankie walks away to greet Jerome “What’s up unc?” Jerome puffs out some smoke “Sup nephew.” He grabs some chips and starts eating them and sees you sitting on the couch “What you doin’ here alone?” you couldn’t wait to show Frankie what you got him, you pick up your large gift first and you handed it to Frankie “Happy birthday baby.” he looks down at the gift and takes the large gift and takes a seat next to you, opening his gift of a red adidas box carefully to see a pair of white sambas with a light blue stripes going across “Holy shit baby, you know I can never get enough with these shoes.” Frankie has been collecting sambas shoes for a while, the boy has a damn near obsession. He gives you a kiss “Thank you baby.” you smile “Your welcome baby, but I have one more gift.” you bend down to grab the smaller gift, your back was exposing to him showing your purple waist beads, you were wearing a black backless dress and black wedges with your necklace on display. 

Suddenly you find your next gift, you handed it to him he opens the gift to see the gold chain with the words ‘Saint’ written on it, he holds it in his hands not saying anything “Do you like Frankie?” he turns to you “Of course baby I love it thank you really.” you kiss him on the lips “Your welcome baby.” Louie walks into the family room wearing a red long romper, Jerome slams his hand on the table “Goddamn! I don’t know how you got the energy.” Louie takes a couple twenty’s in her bag “If I got to spend my time my days in that cookhouse. I sure as hell ain’t spending my nights in here.” Jerome yells and takes a sip of his drink “Hey Peaches! Hey hey make sure she get to the club aight.” “Bye Jerome.” “Give me a kiss.” Jerome smacks her ass “Give Claudia a kiss for me too.” Louie looks back “I will if you want to.” “Tell her to come see my tree!” Louie laughs “She ain’t wanna see your tree, but she do like pie though…. I tell her that y’all said hi too.”  you smile at Frankie “Come on, put it on.” he open the clasp and lock it behind his neck, as it lays there resting on his second button “What’chu think?” You rest your fingers to touch his necklace the smooth golden in cursive of his last name “I love it on you baby, the jeweler did a really good job gold is definitely your color.” he smiles at you showing his pearly white teeth he grabs your hand “Come on let’s go to our room.” 

As you enter to the guest room Frankie starts kissing your neck feeling his gold rubbing against your neck, he spins you around to take you in his lips he slips off your dress and takes off his shirt to only have his necklace on he pulls down his khakis pants to show his red plaid boxers you push him on the bed you climb on top and makes out with him he grabs your ass and flips you over slowly takes off his boxers and starts to stroke himself he lowers himself on his stomach to face your pussy he leans down to kiss your soft inner thighs “I should be givin’ you head today it’s your birthday.'' he looks up “You right it’s still my birthday and one of my wishes is to eat you out.” he dips his head his tongue sliding all over your pussy he moans all over it. Loud banging was coming from down the hall. It sounds like Jerome is yelling “Open the gooddamn door! The fuck is wrong with you.” you put on your dress and Frankie puts on his boxers to see what the hell is happening Frankie opens the door first to see Jerome busting through his room to Kev with two girls in his bed Jerome grabs his shoe and smack one of the girls ass “Oh you wanna fuck in my house nigga.” and start smacking Kev he was naked to only have his bucket hat to cover himself he runs out of the room and down the stairs and Jerome chasing him “Grab his ass!” they both pass you, Frankie, Lee and you all laugh “Is that your birthday Franklin?” he smiles “Yeah and I was showing Lexi how thankful I was.” you smack his shoulder Lee sticks out his tongue out in disgust “Leon what’s taking you so long?” coming from Wanda inside of the room Lee touches his shoulder to say good night to him and Frankie copies “Good night Lee.” “Good night Lex.” 

You both get undressed to get back on the bed you rest your head on the pillows spreading your legs “I think you want to finish what you started, birthday boy.” he smirks “I ain’t no boy, I'm older than you now.” He climbs on top of you his necklace dangling in front of your face your eyes switch back and forth to his face and neck “Well if I’m the birthday boy then I’m about to make to make one of my wishes come true.” you rise on your elbows “Can you tell me one of your wishes?” He pulls closer to your face grazing your lips “If I tell you. Then it won’t come true and one of my wishes will definitely come true.” kissing your lower stomach moving down to your pussy dragging his tongue to touch your clit and down to your lips and your softest walls gripping the sheets his hands grip your thighs to hold you in your place, your hands find their way to his hair your fingers touching his tight coils “Fuck baby oohh ughh shit.” Pants and moaning coming out of you he moans into your pussy feeling the vibration “That’s right baby you fuckin’ nut on my face.” Frankie slips his hands to your knees bending you in half seeing him admiring your pussy and let’s a long drop of saliva on your warm pussy before you could realize he is deeper in your pussy getting your juices all over his face the wetness leaking out of you then you try to fight back with closing your legs but there was no use you couldn’t win even if you wanted to. You continue to grind against his face  he ate you up like you were his last meal he kept moving his face to rhythm of your hips your waist beads were riding up  to the middle of your soft tummy once he felt you relax under grip he slowly rise to grab a small washcloth to clean up the excess of you and throws it in the dirty hamper “Thank you for my wish baby.” he kiss you “I’m still not tired.” you rolled on your stomach to crawl to where he was and opened your mouth to take him in your mouth “What do you say to the birthday boy baby?” you mumble ‘Thank you’  you look up to him to see that he is already looking at you “Stretch that throat baby I wanna fuck your throat.”  you relax your throat  to take him deeper feeling his slighty over gown bush touching your nose “Fuck-kk baby you’re taking me soo goo-od.” his chest is puffing out taking deep breaths and even deeper moans “I wanna see your eyes baby, let me see your eyes baby.” his hips strokin’ out of your mouth his necklace catching your eyes resting on his chest with his new accessory he fo’real could be a male model with the looks he was givin’ you, he grips the back of your head you grip his ass to bring him closer and cumming in your  throat “Fuckkk baby I’m bout to nut baby ohh fuck.” there was so much sliding down your mouth tasting his musky and clean nut you take one more swallow to taste all of him “I’m glad to spend your birthday Frankie.” he grabs your face to pull you in a sloppy wet kiss “I’m glad too baby.”

A few days later you get an unexpected call to from Avi saying he wanted to do a another pickup “Just sayin’ a little heads up would be nice.” he’s holding a duffle bag of forty-two thousand dollars and Avi puts his arms up “But I like seeing you Frankie and the beautiful Lexi…eve-even  Leon here is growing on me.” He pats on Lee’s shoulder “You know how stressful it is to ride through Encino with this much fuckin’ coin in the car?” Avi walks over to his bar “Okay, maybe Leon is not growing on me show much. I got a few ounces lying around somewhere so you don’t feel like you wasted your time. Muir go to the stash see what you can find for Frankie.” the gunman walks away “You got it.” Avi takes a sip of his drink “You know not too long ago you were happy with just a few hundred dollars.” “How we grow huh?” “Like weeds. Hey, on Friday both of you  come over for shabbat dinner, wear a nice coat.” Avi pulls on his jacket “Come on Franklin and Alexia, you both  have money now, get yourself a nice coat and flowy dress to match.” He puts his hand on Avi’s shoulder one of the gunmen comes back running back “Avi! Avi!” the men are scattering around trying to hide the drugs and the money “Hey what’s goin’ on?” you turned to look at Frankie “What did he say?” Frankie asking around Avi is speaking in hebrew to the gunmen to calm down “LAPD! HANDS UP LAPD.” He pats on your shoulder to run from the cops one of them starts chasing you “Right there! Don’t move!” you run around the house to see a fence blocking you Frankie throws the duffle bag over the fence and hops over it effortlessly you climb the fence and Lee pushes you over the fence to escape you run to Frankie and see Lee getting handcuff “You thought you can run from me punk ass kid.” Lee puts his hands on his head “Shut the fuck up.” and gets dragged back to the house.

Frankie finds a payphone to make a call to Jerome “What’s up nephew, you heard anything from Avi.” Frankie hands you the duffle bag “Hey unc and Avi got raided the cops came and they got Leon.” Frankie kept nodding his head and listening to Jerome and hangs up the phone “Jerome wants us to meet Tyrone, he's a lawyer.”  Jerome was already there waiting for the both of you he walks up to Jerome and Frankie opens the car door setting it on the ground, walking into the office there was a lightskin man in a suit named Tyrone and a darkskin man named Biscuit and sitting on the table behind him “Apparently your boy’s  in business with a babe ruth motherfucker, that dude Avi? Hitting him with possession with intent to go along with a hefty gun charge?” Biscuit spoke up “intrems y’all lame-asses can understand. That boy fucked” your eyes shift to Tyrone “What about Leon?-”  you get cut off by Biscuit “Hit him with a 69-PC.” “The fuck is a 69PC?” Jerome turns to Biscuit “Felony evading.” Jerome puts his hands out “Why the fuck you ain’t just say that then?” Biscuit kept looking at Jerome “Cause I’m a fuckin’ professional J-rome.” “No you’s a moron Biscuit.” Tyrone trying to calm them down “Now the bad news is your boy got priors and because it’s a felony bail is fifty.” Jerome looks in shock “Thousands?” Biscuit looks fed up “Ain’t fifty hundred nigga.” Jerome looks at Biscuit “I want him out.” “Gonna need ten percent down cash, collateral, whatever.” Jerome sucks in his teeth “Shit fifty thousand ain’t shit.” Biscuit and Tyrone make quick eye contact “Yeah it is, it’s a lot Jerome actually I’m need a minute to get that for you.” “Aye ain’t my boy on there, do what you gotta do.” You all walk out of the office to Jerome’s car “Nephew you got the fifty gs right now, let’s get this shit done.” He turns around “Avi and Leon are locked up and we spent the whole day running around Enico with forty-two gs in a duffle bag, trying to find a cab or a bus before the cops found the both of us.” Getting in the car “So yeah maybe I’m a little on edge.” Jerome takes his cigarette out “Well with Avi in the clink you know where we can find some more coke?” Frankie just stares off into the distance as Jerome pulls off to the courthouse.

It’s been a few hours since Lee has been locked up and Frankie decided to get him out that day you were sitting on the rail with Kev in front of the courthouse with Jerome and Frankie “Aye he still ain’t out?” Jerome was pacing back and forth “Any minute man Tyrone is in there now-” Kev cuts off Frankie “Where was I?” Kev was wearing a red adidas tracksuit “Uhhh, you was getting ready to ruin the rest of the fuckin’ movie.” He puts his hands in his pockets “Damn right and he go ‘Say hello to my little friend’  doing finger guns imitating gunshots “Yo he bad, I seen this shit twice” Jerome still pacing around “So he lived?” you look at Kev for his answer “What nah man, everybody in that motherfucka died. What’s up Jerome you got crabs or something?” he flinging his arms around “I don’t like being around this motherfucka gooddamnit.” Lee and Tyrone walk out of the courthouse “Ahhh this fool.” “So when you drop the soap, do you bend over to pick it up or do you squat? Like how does that work?” you all go into a fit of laughter filling up in your tummy Lee shakes his head “This motherfucker.” “Hey y’all make sure this little nigga don’t run, you hear?” “Who the fuck you talkin’ to?” Lee deepens his voice “Aight playa. Look y’all need me again and it sounds like you will, you know where I’m at.” Frankie shakes Tyrone hand and walks away you walk up to Lee to give him a hug “Thanks for pushing me over you know I can’t hop no fence.” “Yeah no probs I wasn’t gonna let you go to holding.” Frankie wraps his arms around Lee and starts walking “They sweat you hard?” “Some.” “You give them my social?” “Name, number address.” “Appreciate that, man. So what you want, huh? Drink? Lap dance?” Frankie pushes Lee to the front “Wanda didn’t wanna come with y’all, huh?” “Oh nah man, she was havin’ a little trouble walking spent a little time with her while you was gone.” you all laugh at his joke “Oh, you wanna to fuck with me after I just got out, huh?” “Nah we wanted to fuck with us.” Pointing at all of you “Oh really? So I have to beat all y’alls ass huh?” 

It’s late in the night and you were sleeping with Frankie in the spare room you had a his red and white baseball shirt on and some panties with your bonnet Frankie his arm over your tummy pulling you closer in his dreams he was wearing a undershirt and blue boxers to cover you both in a yellow blanket that you took from your house. Two loud bangs ring through the house and the sound of smash glass hitting the floor screaming  to the extent of your heart exploding “AAHHH!” Frankie jumps up to grab his gun from under his pillow and runs to the family room you quickly chase after him to see as well “HEY WHAT THE MOTHERFUCK!” coming from Jerome and “WHAT THE FUCK!’ from Louie you all see each other in the room Frankie running in front of you to shoot his target, there were two bodies laying on the ground with ski masks. Peaches has his gun pointing down to the ground “There we go, Peaches.” Jerome cheers to him and walking to the window “What the fuck happened?” you looked at all of the broken glass “How they get in?” “Back door.” Peaches says it sarcastically “Somebody didn’t lock that shit. Somebody left that shit unlocked.”Louie runs back to the back door and Frankie went to go check the windows “They jimmied the shit.” Frankie yells “And Peaches you aint hear it? And so what you just kill some motherfuckas in my house, you ain’t wanna scare them first?” Louie getting louder and louder by the second “What you gonna do that for?” Jerome yells at Louie “I ain’t asking you!” Louie waving her hand in Jerome’s face “Well I’m answering you!” you put your hands out the to hush them “Stop! Fucking stop. Keep your voices down. Who the fuck are they?” you step back to see the faces of the dead men Jerome lifts up the mask “It’s motherfuckin’ Biscuit.” your heart drops to your stomach almost feeling nauseous Frankie lifts up the mask “That ain’t Tyrone.” Jerome walks over to see “That’s Jamal, that’s Biscuit older brother.” Frankie walks closer to Jerome “Biscuit’s older brother, who’s paranoid now, unc? I told you not to mention that fuckin’ money!” Jerome snaps his fingers at him “They wouldn’t even thought twice about this shit if you ain’t make a big deal of it, goddamn!” you walk up to Jerome “Jerome why did you even bring it up? you should of never said anything!” Louie steps in front of Frankie “And I told you not to keep that fuckin’ money in our house!” “Wanna talk about this now!” Frankie yells in Louie’s face “Hey if nosy-ass Shirley heard the shots, then the cops is probably on the way now, so now what you gonna do?” Frankie slams his gun on the table “Fuckk.” There was silence not knowing what to do you try to turn your wheels but you were still tired “Me and Jerome go load up the bodies, drive ‘em out, bury ‘em, you three stay here and clean this shit up. Sun rises, this never happened.” Peaches says it with a calming voice and there was another silence “I’m with that shit. Come on.” Jerome walks into his room to go get dressed “This shit is fuckin’ crazy.” You and Frankie go back to the room to put on your clothes.

Frankie comes back inside from throwing the last trash bag away and washes his hands in the sink then comes into the living room to clean the last piece of the glass and throwing it away then taking a seat a the table Louie folds her arms “Why they ain’t back yet?” “Gotta dig. Shit takes time.” he takes a seat with you “How you know?” Your thoughts traced back to Karvel the way your bones were shaking after burying him and how you all had to take turns to dig deep enough for a his body he gives you a quick glance “This house ain’t never gonna be the same.” Louie pulls her chair out and sitting on it “You know, we should probably get some bars on the windows.” “And some new doors.” A knock on the door breaks everyone’s thought and looks at a figure at the door  “That them?” Frankie sits up “Nah, they wouldn’t knock you expecting somebody?” “At eight in the morning?” Louie looks at Frankie crazy. He walks closer to the door and peeking through the window “Aw shit.” “Who is it?” you stand up and  ask Frankie he puts the gun in the couch and grabs a jacket to cover his blood stain undershirt “One second.” He opens the door and see Melody “Mel what’s up?” “Hey Franklin I wanted to wish you a happy birthday even though I couldn't see you on the actual day.” Her eyes look straight a you “And I wanted to give you this.” Melody pulls out a light blue card with his name on it. “Thanks Mel, I wanted to ask you if you or Andre talk to my mom’s at all?” “She and my dad spend some time together, I see her here and there.” Frankie leans more on the door “How she doin’ ?” Melody look in disbelief “How she doin’? Her heart is broken, Franklin. How you think she’s doing?” Frankie slams the door in front of  Melody’s face and walks to the side yard and throws the letter away.

Back at the cookhouse everyone was there even the bodyguards  “Coke is officially gone, we got enough of rock maybe another day or two but that’s it.” Louie puts out her cigarette Frankie is getting frustrated “What about you Rob?” “You know how hard it is to find someone to get you more than two kilos a week who isn’t full of shit. He’s trying to rip you off, he’s trying to kill you-” you roll your eyes, sitting next to Jerome  “Yeah yeah whatever, man. Anything for you two?”  Lee says “Nigga, you want a chopped up key for twenty-five grand? Guy just a motherfucka.” Kev looks at him “Nigga it was your connect. I mean it’s like the white boy, Rob say.” Jerome laughs “There’s a lotta bullshit out here, Frankie.” He puts his hand behind his head and puts them on the table “Okay. First thing in the morning, we head up to Oakland. Visit Swim get enough rock to tide us over. Maybe even talk our way into they connect. Set up a pipeline south. That’s what we do.” he taps on the table “I’m down.” Lee nods his head “Same.” Kev lights his cigarette, he looks at you and you nod your head “Good, get some rest man. We’ll link up at Jerome’s in the morning.” He pats on his unc shoulder you stand up to walk with him to his  1982 Silver Toyota Celica he opens your side first to let you in  and rounds to his side and gets in the car pulling out to slowly drive back to Jerome’s house the radio filled up the silence between you too the groovy music playing he taps his fingers to the beat of the music you sway your head to the beat as well his fingers grazed over your pink adidas  tracksuit moving his fingers to your inner thigh when he had to turn on a street he uses both hands to turn the steering wheel hearing the music to keep say ‘Keep on doin’ it, Keep doin your thing.’

Hearing another car screeching on Frankie’s side and hitting you both, your body moves with the crash thankfully you had seatbelt on your head hurts feeling groggy from it then some white man comes out of his car and walks up to him “O my god dude I’m so sorry hey how’s your neck?” “It-s’s good.” a taser coming to  him tase in the neck and putting a cloth over his nose to him to sleep you unbuckle and try to get out of the car the white man see you and puts the cloth over your mouth and puts you to sleep as well then fading to darkness.

You were dreaming you slowly raise up to see him sitting on the patio and reading the newspaper wearing nothing but a long gray robe you slowly rose from your bed and see tall skyscrapers next to you looking down to see your two beautiful kids both of them was a copy of him and you their were sleeping peacefully and holding there stuff animals you  grabbing  your matching short gray robe off the hanger in your walk-in closet and wrap around your body  and as you walk to him saying in your morning voice “Good morning baby.” he sets down his newspaper and poke his lips out for a kiss uncontrollably you do “Good morning sweetcheeks.” you giggle “Sweetcheeks? Nigga you know you’ve never called me that?” you sit on his lap and give him an another kiss softly resting your fingers on necklace and you hear a another voice in your head “Lexi wake up, come on baby just wake up for me. Leon come on Lee.” It was Frankie. You pull your lips back away from Frankie and you heard it again “Fuckkk come on Alexia wake up please.” You slowly open your eyes and you look to see that you were handcuff with your hands behind you to a pole “Lexi is that you, you okay?” Seeing Frankie handcuff and craning his neck to look at you “Yeahh my fuckk my head hurts, where the fuck are we Frankie?” “I-I don’t know baby?” and another groan coming from the front of the basement “Hey Leon…Leon is that you?”  “Yeah man what the fuck is goin’ on? Aw hell nah I fuckin’ pissed my pants.” You tug on the handcuffs “Hey where were you grabbed?” Lee groans “I was walking home and some white dude asked me for directions but… I don’t know man?” Your throat was dry you didn’t how long you were out for “Did any of you get a good look you at him.” “No Frankie.” “No not really my motherfuckin’ head hurt.” You hear whistling and someone coming come the down the stairs “Hey how many out there?” “I -don’t know, I only seen one.” the man comes to the tall gate and locks it with a key and enters then emerging the same white man that hit you with his car “You punk motherfucka. On my momma, I’m going to kill you when I get loose. You hear me, you fucking worm? I’ma kill you!” Leon yells at the white man he waves his finger in a no and leaves and to go come back with a long taser stick “What the fuck is this? What the fuck are you going to do with that?” the man walks to Lee and tase him with it “What the fuck -ow fuck!” the electricity runs through Lee’s body. You and Frankie begs for the man to stop “Hey man please stop.” you try to kick your feet at him “Hey hey! Stop man.” you stuck your feet out to trip him he stumbles almost catching his balance “Bitch.” you say to the man and the man walks over to you to tase you as well your muscle tighten up you couldn’t do anything but scream and groan.

“Tell me about the bust.” “What?” Frankie sounds confuse “Tell me about the bust.” “The bust?” “Tell me about the bust.” “What bust?”he looks down at the taser “Oh fuck.” “At Avi’s.” “It was nothing man, we showed up at Avi’s to buy, fuckin’ cops showed up, we ran. That’s it.”  “It’s the truth he’s not lying.” you groaned out  “Oh yeah, that’s right, right and you too got away.” “Yeah that’s right.” “Right.” the man walks in front of him “But he didn’t.” “Right?” “He didn’t get away. And yet, somehow… twenty-four hours later, he’s out. Free as bird. How?” “What you think we lyin’ to you?” “He didn’t snitch man.” and Lee yells “Hey kiss my ass I ain’t talk to no motherfuckin’ police.” “All right check with the courts, you don’t belive me just check with the courts man. He charge with felony evading, man and I bailed him out and he didn’t snitch he’s got a lawyer. A court date, it’s all legit.” the man nods his head and taps the taser on his shoulder “I’ll check, we’ll see okay?” as the man pass and and Lee he kicks his feet out to try to trip him, the man moves his feet out of the way “Best to back the fuck up with that shit.” the man steps closer to him “Oh, I would love it if you do that one more time, do it.” and points the taser in his face “You are the stupidest person I’ve ever met.”  and then the man leaves and lockes the tall gate

It feels like it’s been hours the man comes back “Your right, Leon Simmions was arrested for evading and resisting, Out on bail.” “We already told you that, dumbass. Now let us the fuck go.” your shoulder were aching to the point you were couldn’t even feel them anymore the man leaves to go grab something “Where the fuck is he going? Hey just be cool, man just relax man, we gonna get out this shit. ” the man comes back with putting a clip in a gun and walks towards Frankie “Hey! Hey, what are you doin’, what are you doin’ man?” “We’re not fucking lying.”you look at the man  “You said we were telling the fucking truth!” Lee craning his neck to look at him “Yeah, no, I believe that you’re telling the truth. That’ll help me sleep… but now you three have seen my face.” “I-I can’t see you fuckin’ face.. Huh we still don’t know who you are. Won’t tell a soul about this shit.” “Come on, you have to think I’m pretty stupid to believe that, wouldn’t you?” Frankie takes a breath and begins to smile “Okayy…. I’ve got a ton of fucking cash huh, I’ve got a lot of money I could offer you-”the man shakes his head “That’s not worth it to me.” “Then what is?” “See if you knew the answer to that question, you might be of some use to me. But seeing as how you’re not even smart enough to figure out who I am, I’m afraid there is no benefit to me letting you live .” the man is pointing the gun at him “Do you work for Avi?”the man shakes his head in a  “No.” “Man, if you don’t work for Avi then why the fuck do you care if we snitched?” “Hey man, fuck it Franklin. Piece of shit going to put us down like dogs, fuck him.” “Shut the fuck up Leon!” you both say “You’re trying to stay alive, that’s not the way.” the man cocks the gun back and puts the gun under Lee’s chin and grabbing his hair “Fuck you fuck you fuck you.” “Come on, Franklin. Think about it. I’m gonna shoot him.” you try to move your arms but it was no use “Gonna put a bullet in his brain. Who am I, Franklin? Who am I!” you see a light bulb go off in his head “You’re the connect!” The man lets go of Lee and stands up walks over to Frankie and gives him a smile “You’re the plug. The guy we was looking for.” the man pulls out photo of Rob sitting in his car “You trying to cut Avi out?” “Avi’s a crazy person, and he upped the prices. It’s stupid to want to pay less and deal with somebody sane?” “No Franklin, It’s stupid to trust a stoner kid to get it done.” Lee turns to say “Whitey got a point.” “Shut up, man. Look, you’ve lost a buyer and I’m out of my supply. Why don’t we help each other out.” the plug laughs at Frankie “Come on you were selling dimebags on the street corner six months ago. You’re gonna take Avi’s place?” Frankie not breaking his concentration “I’d like to try. How much you sellin’ to Avi?” the plug stands up “A lot more you can than you can move, kid.” “At the right prices, I could move six a week, easy.” the plug shakes his head “Eh, six won’t even make a dent.” Frankie thinks “Ten, then.” you lift your head to look at him “ten a week. Hmm that will help you out?” Frankie looks at you quickly “How are you going to move ten keys in a week.” He looks at the gun “Put that away… and iI’ll tell you.” the plug turns “Convince me and I’ll put it away.” 

“And once we figured out how to rock it up and sell it for cheap, we were sellin’ more and more. We got dealers spreading out all over my neighborhood, we expanding every week.” he talks to the plug “ “What do you do with your cash?” “Storing it for now. I’ve been growing a business.” “Security?” he nods  “We got plenty.”  “Fuck is this? A job interview? You got a supply, we want to buy. What more is there.” You roll your eyes “He’s just being careful. Wants to know if we foreal. Which we are.” “What’s the high like? This rock?” “Short and intense then you need more right away.” “You speaking from experience?” “Nah man I don’t deal with none of that shit.” “You’ll never turn me down, now excuses, no bullshit. I show up with ten keys every week. Do you understand?” “Yes.” “And you see what happens to people who fuck with me?’ “Hey we good? Because I’ve got to use the fucking  bathroom or I’m piss my pants.” The plug pulls out a switchblade  and cuts Lee loose. Once he got out of the bathroom he lets you and Frankie loose, your shoulders finally relax and you slowly got up the plug hands you black bag “Put that on, I trust you three understand why this place needs to be kept secret.” he squats down to grab something and said “What’s your name?” ”Richard Nixon. No I’m kidding it’s Reed Thompson.” he stands up “Reed Thompson and how do I get in contact with you,  Reed Thompson.” he stuffs something in his pocket and walks towards you and pulls you to follow him “You don’t. I contact you.” as Reed walked out and you all followed him “Well that don’t won’t work for me.” Reed puffs out some air “I’m sorry?” and put his arms out and keep walking “We talkin’ a lot of money and product, man you know everything about me, I don’t know shit about you.” As you kept walking through the underground facility with pipes everywhere “Yeah, that’s because you don’t need to know anything about me except that I can supply you.” to seeing a tall and long hallway it was dimly light with tall windows at the top of the ceiling. “Where’d you get your product?” Reed raises his eyebrows “Why?...So you can cut me out now?”  “Come on, man. Put yourself in my shoes, you get T-boned, electrified, thrown in the shithole, gun in your face and now what?” he walks right next to Reed and looks back at you and back at Reed “You’re supposed to go along with some crazy-ass deal? How am I supposed to trust you?” “trust is overrated.” “Not to me.” Frankie side-eyeing Reed “Are you always going to be this big pain in my ass?” you nodded your head “Yeah, he is.” “Look, you can’t afford to walk away from this deal, you don't have any leverage.” Reed stops in front of a door  “Right, but I will if I have to.” Reed smiles at him his thick mustache resting on his thin lips “Help me sleep at night, Reed Thompson.” “Put your hoods on.” he tells all of you to do Lee puts it on first then you and Frankie, looking through a black bag and you can’t see shit. Hearing a car opening and having him push you in and closing it.

 It’s been twelve hours since anybody has seen any of you and everybody was trippin’, Rob was all calling every south central hospital and emergency room and Jerome was loading up his pistol gettin’ ready for war, Kev and his little cousin Delory comes in with his friend Victor saying “There’s the mexican lady that wants to know how to make a whole sale with Franklin, her name is Lucia Villanueva she’s from Pico-Union.”Jerome perk up and wanted to know why was they selling to the mexicans, Jerome puts his foot down with them “You know what tell all you fuckin’ corner boys to stop selling in Pico-Union!” and grabs Delory by the shoulder to push him out and screamed “Fuck you lookin’ at fat boy.” at Victor, Jerome checks Kev to get the boys out of Pico-union eventually Lee was drop off to go back to Jerome’s house and tell everybody the news, everybody was in a frenzy when they saw him, asking him if he was okay and if he was hurt, he tells them “I just need to take a shower and change my clothes.” Kev touches Lee's shoulder “Where the hell you been at him? You smell like piss, aye Jerome we need towels or something.” Louie is anxious waiting for you and Frankie to show up, she turns to Rob “Franklin and Lexi, need to walk through this door right fuckin’ now.” 

Pulling into a airport that was reserved for private planes, Reed parks and steps out of the car, Frankie is seating in the front seat and you are in the back seeing a jet  parked in an aviation lot walking closer and seeing somebody working on the plane “Hey Matt. I want you to meet one of our new customers.” a another white man steps of the plane and cracks a beer open takes a swig of it and  walking in the lot and get closer to the jet “This is Franklin and Alexia, Franklin and Alexia this is Matt he’s my pilot.” Matt walks to him and shakes hands with him “Nice to meet you both.” you get closer to Matt and shake his hand as well “Same here.” you nod in agreement “You wanted to know we bring it in.” Reed staying back “This your own plane? How far does it fly?” Frankie looks inside of it seeing all of the controls and buttons  and back at them “Well, with the weight stripped out, and the auxiliary fuel tanks and about twenty-two thousand nautical miles…give or take? Far enough.” you turned to Matt “How y’all two know each other?” then looking at Reed “Uh, we met at this bar of this little cafe up near the Agua Dulce Airport. You’ve ever been up there? Antelope Valley?” he starts walking closer to all of you “Have any of you ever been up in one of these small planes?” “Nah man, we never ever been on a plane.” Matt puts hands out “Hold on for a second! Y’all have not experienced the greatest thrill a man or woman can have besides, obviously, banging a regional cocktail waitress, well shit’s about to change.” Matt takes off his sunglasses to look at him and you, Matt walks away to grab his jacket and his beer.

You sat in the back of the jet behind Matt with Frankie sitting in the front seat, Matt gets in and takes a another swig of his beer “You always drink when you fly?”he looks at  Matt close on his side of the plane “Always.” “How’s this thing stay in the air?” you heart was beating a little too fast for you, taking deep breaths to slow down your heat rate “Uhhh ...luck? mostly?” you turn to see headsets for the plane, you put them over your ears and squishing down on your afro “It’s actually physics.” Matt puts on the headphones and so does Frankie “Ever crashed?” “Oh yeah, all the time.” Matt smiles sarcastically “He’s kidding.”Reed talks over the radio “Listen kid, relax nobody does anything better than I fly.”Matt cuts on the jet and starts driving it runway, he slowly picks up speed and once he got to a certain speed the jet started to lift “Hold on boys and girl and here we go.” Once Matt got in the air a voice was coming through the headphones “Tower to forty-one Foxtrot, radar contact. Fly heading two three zero. Climb and maintain two thousand.” Matt talks over the radio “forty-one Foxtrot to tower, heading two three zero climbing and maintaining two thousand feet, thank you tower. Forty-one AMF out.” Frankie turns back to Reed “Aye-. who he talkin’ to?”he looks back to Reed “Hawthorne Tower, but we get far enough out, and we check in with someone else.” looking through the glass and down at the ocean, seeing it at this height the waves went so far “Yup, you are never alone when you’re up here Franklin.Don’t ever say this country doesn’t have it’s moments” Matt says in the radio, you see him leaning over the glass to see more of the ocean, a little smile going across his lips “So are they tracking us the whole time?” looking over to Reed “Yup….but there are ways around it if need be.” Reed looks back at you “Yeah, going low is the mainway.” Matt forwards the steering wheel down and drops the plane down and heart falls straight down to your ass, you clench your fingers to a handlebar squeezing it so tight that they almost turn a different color, you couldn’t help yourself but to laugh in this moment “Please don’t do that again. What the fuck man?” He says in a shaky laugh “So after you pick up the product, how you bring it back to the country?” Frankie looking back at Reed “Hey Franklin, ask me one more question?” Reed pulls the headphones back off of Frankie head “I’m going to throw you out of this fucking plane!” Frankie belts a hearty laugh “I could do this all day.” Matt taps on Frankie’s leg “Go ahead and take a yoke.” Matt lifts his hands up “Nahhh.” Frankie shakes his head “Yeah man grab that fucker right now.” he lifts his hands closer to the steering wheel “Not that!” Matt screams over the radio he jumps back “I’m just kidding, grab that, grab that. Come on and fly this plane pilot.” Frankie turns to look back at you and gives you a small smile and turned back to the front and grabs the wheel “All right, all right I got it.” he steadies the plane, your heart swells in tenfolds the smile that Frankie had was easerable from your memory “We got a pilot here boys!” Matt takes a swig of his beer “Yeah, running South Central baby!” Frankie yells “Stop yelling, stop yelling I got you over the headset.” Reed says through the headset and they both yell to having your ears pop “Oh man I can’t  believe this shit, I’m flying this motherfucka! You see me Lexi? You see me Reed?” He flies  over the ocean looking at the beautiful skies and clouds, thinking one day you would be in the front seat of your very own plane with him.

“Here’s good man.” He tells Reed to park around the corner of Jerome’s house “You don’t want me to drop you off at the house?” Reed trying to crack a joke “Nah man it’s fine.” “So, a couple of days, you’ll be ready?” Reed turns to look at him “Mm-hmmm, ten keys. Ten grand a key.” He looks at Reed “And, I’ll uh I’ll pay to fix the car up.” “No, I don’t need it. Just need your product.” he steps out of the car and grabs your door to let you out and closes your and his door then dips down his head to look at Reed with the both of you looking at him “Hey man, I understand why you did what you did today I do. From here on out, no games, no tricks, no bullshit you be straight up with me, And I’ll be straight up with you. But if you ever fuck with me…or anybody that I care about, then it won’t be good for you. You understand that?” Reed nods his head “Yeah I do Franklin.” He smiles at Reed and taps on the car then digs in his back pocket to pull out a screwdriver and throws it on the seat “Reed Thompson.” He grabs your hand to walk to Jerome’s house.

He walked through the backdoor first and you close the door following him to the front porch with him walking in first then everybody stood up Louie jump on Frankie and gave you a hug too “God damn y’all where the hell y’all been at?” you gave Jerome a hug as well “We got a story for y’all.” Louie backed up “Yeah Leon told us.” He pats on Jerome’s shoulder  “Yeah that’s just the half of it we about to move into the big leagues.” Kev flicks his cigarette into the bushes “By trusting that white guy that kidnapped y’all ass, huh?” you both take a seat on porch rail “Yeah, something like that.” He groans as he lowers himself on it “Guess that mean I’m going to be cooking a lot more, huh?” Frankie lets out a soft “Mm….It means we all gotta step up.” he looks at everybody and then lastly at you he leans forward to grab your hand “Me and Lexi flew on  a plane together today.” everybody was asking questions from left to right “What was it like?” “Where did you go?” “What did it look like?” “Who flew the plane?” You both answer all of the questions and once everybody was satisfied they all relax in their chairs you squeeze his hand “I should go home.” He nods his head “I’ll walk with you but let me change first.” you whisper “I wanna take a shower with you Frankie but no funny business huh?” he cracks a smile “All right Lexiboo I promise.” sticking out his long and slender pinky to intertwine with your smaller one “Okay let’s go.” you both swiftly pass everyone to go into the guest bedroom and grab a extra towel for the both of you and Frankie kept his promise on the funny business then you both step out of the shower and Frankie opens the medicine cabinet to find your and his tooth brushes you both silently brush your teeth and walk into the guest room used the lotion all over your body still keeping his promise and put lotion all over his body and once you both got changing into a dark jeans and lilac sweater and white forces to keep you warm from the cold breeze of South Central, he changes into a knitted sweater that was a dark blue on top and darker green on the lower half then a red stripe going in the middle and to tie it all together with khakis and white sambas. You grab your backpack to stuff your old clothes in there zipping it up and putting your arms through them “I’m gonna talk to my moms once I walk you home, tell her about meetin’ Reed.” your eyes shift “I still haven’t told my momma about us Frankie, she thinks me and Shon-Shon are besties I know I’m gonna have too.” he steps closer to you and slowly grabs your face with two hands “I don’t think I ever told you how much I appreciate you being in this with me and I know I was very apprehensive about you being in this shit with me at first, but right now I wanna make you officially as my partner like if something goes down with me and I want you to run it for me and carry on my legacy.” you nod your head and kiss him on the lips..

Walking down the street to see your house light were off ‘Thank you Jesus’ silently going off in your head and continue to walk to your house stopping right before it “I’ll see you later baby.” you groan while putting your arms around his shoulders pulling him in a soft hug, his strong arms around you pulling you in closer you give in for a lazy kiss slumping his firm hold kissing his full lips “I lo-ve you-u bab-by-.” he pulls back to smile at you “I love you too partner, I’ll see you later maybe I can come cuddle with you.” you lean in “I’ll leave my window crack for you.” giving him a final kiss to walk up the steps and grabbing your keys to unlock the door, you wave to Frankie and waves back then puts his keys back in his pocket to ring the doorbell. Going inside the house completely dark just hearing your momma tv going off in her room, you swiftly go into your room and setting down her bag, then taking off your pants grabbing your bonnet securing it on your head slowly closing your eyes to dreamland, you had your window crack for Frankie to come and which he did, just leaving him in a boxers and white muscle-shirt  to cuddle you in a deeper sleep, not knowing that a war was about to happen because of Delory and Victor going back to sell in Pico-Union.

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I feel like I just ran a marathon by finishing this chapter and I feel like I just couldn’t stop cliffhanging when Frankie and Lexia got in that accident with Reed anyways we finally get to meet Reed, y’all that whole integration took me out I was trying to incorporate Lexi-boo in this chapter like her arguing with the Saint family after Biscuit and Jamal broken in and her tripping Reed and then calling him a bitch but in the next chapter is a very iconic scene in the snowfall community 👀👀👀👀and Frankie made Lexi as a partner which was obviously going to happen in this fanfic but one thing I need to talk about is Lexi’s momma THIS BITCH HASN’T BEEN HOME IN WEEKS I feel like something is  brewing at the Johnson’s residence and shit’s about to get angsty but anywhore adding the little smut from the show bitch when I watch that seen for the first time seeing his chocolate skin I was like this nigga is soo fuckin and the peekaboo bootycheek I was gripping my sheets okay one last thing Frankie’s birthday of course Lexi had to be there like duh and not this bitch wearing a backless dress in the winter time and Lexi is the type of girl to wear waistbeads and the sambas you know Lexi had to get him some and finally the necklace I was actually debating on what the necklace should of been but I’ve decided that is Saint I just love the last name I couldn’t help it but thank you sososo much for reading it was definitely a rollercoaster for me to write this but I’m glad to knock down a another stone I love y’all so much 💞💞💞💞💞

Love Nazzy 😻 😻 😻 ps. I just bought a brand new laptop and I’m so excited to work this baby and of course it’s pink.

[casinotrio1965]

Disney Descendants: Who Where You? Before they Broke Your Heart?

By Me and @hannahhook7744

Summary: In one world, the likes of Kyle White, Joyce 'Joy' Foxworth, Haul Bjorgman, and Amira Bint Aladdin Bin Cassim Al Hamad of Agrabah were a part of Hannah Hook's crew. 

This is not that world. 

(Part of the Killer Queen Universe).  .....

“Well this outta be good” Joy, now sixteen, said as she pressed play on the old video camera.

The video wobbled as the person holding it ran around erratically. Taking sharp turns around counters and giggling—only to almost immediately run into a pair of legs. 

“Oof.”

“I wonder who’s video camera this is,” Joy said out loud to herself and no one else.

“Nadia? What are you doing with Luke's camera?” An unfamiliar girl, around Joy’s age, giggled. Kneeling down to the camera’s eye level to reveal that the girl wasn't so unfamiliar after all…

Because it was Hannah Hook.

“Holy cow... is that our new ruler who destroyed my father’s old home and EVERYTHING that I’ve cared about?!” Joy shrieked, suddenly becoming more angry.

The one holding the camera didn't seem afraid, however. No, instead she just giggled harder. “Se-kret!” 

Which in turn caused Hannah herself to giggle as she took the camera from her. “Don't tell Luke see you with this thing or he'll never make you cookies again.”

“Huh, she is kinda cute for a nutcase .. maybe I can use this video as dirt against her?”  Joy thought out loud, weighing the pros and cons.

The camera spun around to show a little tan girl with long black hair and big brown eyes in a white dress. She looked to be around two or three years old, and just pouted at the camera.

She was holding a tiny stuffed monkey. 

Joy wasn't seeing any kind of dirt so far which frustrated her, though she did wonder how some one so cute could go completely bonkers.  

“Hey! Has anyone seen my camera?! That thing cost me sixteen apples?!” A voice in the distance called. 

“SH–SUGAR HONEY ICE TEA!” Hannah swore, nearly dropping the camera before quickly shutting it off. 

“Well that wasn’t helpful! “ Joy muttered.  “Well maybe... if I go back to where I found the camera there might be more dirt somewhere!”  ....

“Why are we doing this again?” Kyle gripped. Wiping the sweat from his brow as he dug in one area of the abandoned house on the isle where Joy had found the abandoned camera. 

“Because Joy wanted us to?” Haul suggested quietly, his long blonde bangs falling in his face. Searching another part of the house. Just as sweaty as Kyle was. 

Which, if you asked Joy, they deserved for wearing black leather jackets on such a hot day when she had clearly told them they were going exploring.

They should have taken a page out of Amira’s book and worn short sleeves and lightly colored clothes but nooooo…. They just had to wear their leather jackets. 

“Because we are looking for more tapes for the camera” Joy responded, rolling her eyes.

“Why do you even care about that stupid camera so much?” Kyle grumbled. Rolling his eyes as he threw some of the random junk that had been left behind across the room and out of his way. 

Right into Haul’s way. 

He said nothing, as usual.

Amira, on the other hand….“Hey!”

Joy rolled her again, though she was starting to admit that maybe this was a stupid idea after all. Not out loud of course but still… “ I care Because I just do ok ?! “ Joy Snapped.

Kyle didn't accept that for an answer, unlike the other two because of course the son of Snow White just had to be as difficult as always. “You haven't even told us what's on the crappy thing. You can't blame us for being curious.”

“Ok fine! You know the girl who destroyed Neverland and took over Auradon? Well she’s in this camera.”

“WHAT?!” ....

The camera was less shaky this time as it ever so slowly zoomed in on a sleeping Hannah Hook, from when she was about ten.

Her face was pressed up against the steering wheel of a ship, which she was leaning on. No, practically laying on as she sat on a barrel. 

 “Well that’s an  uncomfortable looking way to sleep” Kyle muttered. “Who Would film someone while they slept ?” Amira questioned.

The camera turned out to reveal a giggling ten year old boy with red hair and green eyes—one who looked and dressed suspiciously similar to Hannah Hook's right hand man, Luke Tremaine-Westergaard. 

“I told her she drools and yet—” he zoomed in further on the brunette. “There she is! Here's my proof, Bam-Bam!”

“Lame! Who says Bam-bam?” Kyle asked, rolling his eyes.  

“It's clearly a nickname you idiot.” Amira snapped, clearly tired of his non-stop complaining. 

“Will you two be quiet like Haul ?!  I’m trying to see if there's more !” Joy snapped at both of them.

The brunettes both rolled their eyes. But only Kyle spoke. “Haul’s always quiet!”

“Yeah and you two could learn a thing from him, ” Joy muttered under her breath”.

The camera turned off. .....

“Hannah?” The boy from earlier called out. Zooming in on the girl in question, who looked about seven now instead of the ten in the other video.

Seven and holding a bundle of something in her arms.

“Yes?”

“What's that?”

“...a… small human?”

The camera hit the ground, causing the video to shake as a pair of running sneakers came into view. “No!”

Hannah could still be heard in the background, yelling “yes!” As a baby gurgled. 

“Why is she holding that baby?” Joy wondered. 

“I heard a rumor that she has a lot of little kids in her crew…” Haul quietly replied from where he sat a little aways from  the rest of them. As he always did.

“So her crew consists of babies ?” Kyle snorted. “Apparently,” Joy replied.

“He didn't say it consisted only of babies. He just said there's a lot of them.” Amira pointed out. “And he would know, seeing as her crew did destroy his home and family.”

Joy had forgotten that. “Gosh Haul I’m so sorry that happened to you” Joy said to the blonde even though it was cold comfort.

The blonde didn't look up from his lap. ....

A loud scream rang out as the next tape played.

“Man could they scream any louder ?” Kyle Complained. “Turn the volume down !”

“Fine whatever.” Joy responded, rolling her eyes as she turned the volume down.

The screaming continued as the camera zoomed out to reveal a ten year old Hannah Hook, screaming bloody murder as she clung to a fourteen year old Harry Hook's back. 

All while he looked down at a cat sized spider with thinly veiled disdain.

“Woah, that spider is HUGE!” Joy exclaimed.

“I think he looks friendly.” Haul mumbled.

“You think EVERY ANIMAL looks friendly !” Amira snorted.

“MAKE IT GO AWAY! MAKE IT GO AWAY!” the ten year old wailed. Looking pale. 

“I wonder if she’s still scared of spiders ?..” Joy mused, secretly thinking of a revenge plan in her head. Then there was this voice in her head saying NO ! Revenge is not the answer. What she needs is some serious help! “Nevermind it’s stupid idea” Joy muttered out loud.

“Aw man, I wanted to see where that thought was going.” Kyle whined. 

They all ignored him.

“Hold your bloody horses, I'm going.” Harry huffed, before holding out his hook towards the spider—glaring. “Shoo!”

The spider didn't move an inch. 

“I said shoo you bloody menace!”

“Is that the brother who was executed by King Beast?” Amira asked.

“Former King.” Kyle corrected. “and yes.”

 Poor Hannah..” Haul said sympathetically. 

Kyle almost looked as if he agreed with the other boy. 

“You guys might have a point .. “ Joy mused. “Losing your older sibling can’t be easy…”

Harry scowled down at the spider and kicked it, causing it to hiss and scurry off. Basically the spider version of a bad guy’s ‘I’ll be back!’ speech. 

Hannah whimpered and buried her face in the ravenette’s shoulder. Still hiccuping. “Is it gone?”

“Aww poor Hannah .. that spider was so mean !” Joy started. “ Guys .. I think Hannah Hook needs a support group ..”

“Don't let your parents hear that or they might disown you.” Kyle mumbled. “She did still destroy Neverland, even if she didn't kill most of its population.”

“True.. but honestly.. I don’t know WHAT to think anymore!” Joy replied. ....

“Hi Luke! Sorry I tooks your camera but I hads to make this video somehows since our bir-th-day is coming up ands I wanted to gives yous a gift!’ a six year old Hannah Hook rambled as the camera turned on. 

She had two missing front teeth and a freshly healing black eye as she wiggled around in the oversized coat, dress, and boots she was wearing. The oversized hat on her head sliding down her face. 

Yet she was smiling.

“So here it ‘tis! My gift to you!”

She started to tap her foot. 

“Yo! My b-best friend, b-best friend 'til the very end!”

She stumbled slightly.“Ok I CAN’T take this anymore!” Joy shouted. “ I Can’t believe I'm saying this but I feel sorry for Hannah Hook !”

“Same.” Haul was, surprisingly or not depending on who you asked, the first to agree with her. 

“Me too..”Amira sighed. 

“Ditto.” Kyle replied, far less reluctant than anyone was expecting.

“There’s gotta be a way for her to step down peacefully!”  Joy said.

“'Cause b-best friends, b-best friends don't have to pre-tand!” Hannah hopped from one foot to the other, stumbling back. A nervous smile on her face as her goggles slid down her nose. “You need a hand?”

She held out her hand before pointing out at herself. “and I'm right theres right be-sides you!”

“So ..anyone got any ideas for how we get her to step down?” Kyle asked.

“None whatsoever. I'm bad with people…” Haul  winced. “But… then again, maybe if we treat her like an abused cat—”

“Would that work or would it just piss her off more?” Amira interrupted.

“We have to try,” Joy said with a determined expression.

“You in the dark? I'll bes da bri-ght light to guide you!” Hannah fell forward onto the camera, causing it to turn off. 

“Come on guys, “ Joy said. “ We have a scared little girl to see.”

The End

[barkspawn]

My friend and I were talking about a scenario in which Seb decided to adopt the farmer's baby and we had a massive laugh on how Sam would be that "cool uncle" who just did stupid ahit to give Seb a heart attack.

Bruh what are kids. Also, I had COVID I'm sorry but brains, man.

Amelia was taking a few moments to catch up on some cleaning around the house. It took a long time to get used to being parents and it felt like it happened so fast. They applied and thought it would take years longer than it did, but they got remarkably lucky. 

Now, they had Autumn and were happier than they ever thought imaginable. Sebastian and Amelia were natural parents. Sebastian did turn out to be a little overprotective when it came to Autumn’s safety, but Amelia understood. 

She was wiping down the counter when she felt Sebastian’s arms slide around her waist, pulling her back into a hug as he kissed her cheek.

“Well, good morning to you, too,” she laughed, turning in his arms to steal a proper kiss. He hummed, definitely not completely awake yet. 

“Couldn't help it,” he teased, turning and looking over the house, “where's autumn…?”

She leaned back against the counter, bracing for the response, “she had a playdate with ‘Unc Sam’,” she frowned as he tensed, already walking toward his jacket, “Seb, he would not let her get hurt.”

“I've seen Sam and Vince play together,” he deadpanned, hand on the knob to head outside, “no broken bones or stitches. That's the goal here.”

Amelia laughed to herself, shaking her head before turning back to the counters. 

Sam and Autumn were down on the path to the bus stop. Sebastian nearly had a heart attack when he saw the girl on Sam’s hip while skateboarding. Sebastian didn't realize how dangerous those things were until he imagined… Well, he tried not to think about it. 

“Sam, what are you thinking?” Sebastian snapped, trying to keep his tone soft enough to not freak out his daughter. 

“Dude, it's fine. She loves it,” Sam pushed the last few feet, the girl's laugh echoing through the small area. 

“Why can't you take her to the playground like a normal kid?”

Sam laughed, shaking his head, “she's no normal kid! If she's gonna hang out with Uncle Sam, she's gonna be rad as–”

“Sam.”

“Right, sorry. Repeating words phase,” he nodded before looking toward the girl, his voice taking on a dramatic tone as he gave a nod, “right?”

“Right!” she giggled, Sam tickling her with his free hand. 

“Sam please,” Sebastian ran a hand back through his hair, “no skateboard.”

Sam rolled his eyes, stepping off the board before turning to the girl again with a silly voice, “daddy's being no fun.”

Autumn crossed her arms, though the smile remained as she tried to use a similar tone, “no fun!”

Sam laughed and looked over at Sebastian. When he saw how exasperated Sebastian looked, he laughed harder, shifting the girl so he held her under her arms, holding her up in the air as she squealed with joy. 

“Oh, you're trying to kill me,” Sebastian started as Sam pretended to let her go, play gasping as he caught her again. It was definitely an attempt to make Sebastian stressed and it was working. 

“Relax, Seb,” he relaxed and set her down, watching her run and skip around the skateboard, “you know I wouldn't let anything happen to her.”

“Until she wiggles or something and you don't catch her,” he groaned, the familiar pit of worry aching in his stomach. 

“Dude, I don't even actually let her go.” 

“Still.”

Sam sighed and bent to pick her up, throwing her over his shoulder, his grip firm on her legs as she burst out into another fit of giggles. Sebastian watched in horror as Sam walked her back onto the farm, bouncing along happily.

This is why his mom always warned him he would make her hair gray by 40. He’d have to apologize for that later. 

Sebastian followed along, watching as Sam and his daughter plopped down into a patch of grass and started playing with some toys. 

He needed coffee. 

He sighed and headed inside, Amelia already sliding a cup across the counter. He groaned as he leaned over the counter, propped up on his elbows, “we should look into life insurance.”

She looked taken aback, if not a little worried. Seb looked up and met her eyes, “Sam is going to stress me out into an early grave.”

She relaxed and shook her head, attempting to hide her smirk, “good thing I'm here to help you relax, hmm?”

He couldn't help but break a smile as he took a swig of his coffee. She made her way around the counter and stood on her toes to steal a kiss as he murmured against her lips, “you're going to be very busy helping me then.”

She smiled before stealing another kiss. Just as Sebastian moved to set his mug down and consider taking advantage of Sam watching Autumn, he heard a cry from outside, his heart dropping. 

“I'll kill him, I swear,” he was already out the door before Amelia could respond. She followed him out to the porch where she watched her husband freaking out. 

“What happened?”

Autumn was sitting in Sam’s lap, crying in small, heartbreaking sobs. 

“She fell and got a widdle boo-boo,” he pouted, Sebastian already kneeling beside them. She had a small red mark on her knee, the skin scraped just a bit though it wasn't bleeding. She reached out for him, crying now for her daddy. 

“Oh, sweetheart, let me see,” he took her and sat on the ground, sitting her in his lap, “oh, no! Do you want me to kiss it all better?” 

She sniffled, giving a quiet ‘mhmm’ before Sebastian bent and kissed the scrape very gently. He smiled at her then, autumn unable to hold back a smile in response. 

“All better?”

“All better!”

“Good,” he hummed and wiped tears from her eyes before he allowed her to run off, Sam watching alongside him as she played with Loaf. 

“She tripped, dude. I swear I didn't do anything,” Sebastian had stood up, brushing himself off before Amelia tucked herself under his arm. 

“You see why it's scary though, right? That scream is pretty universal. I'm worried one day it'll be more than a scrape and I won't be able to kiss it away.”

He watched his daughter as Amelia stood on her toes to press a kiss to his cheek, “I know, love,” she turned to Sam, who took a deep breath. 

“Yeah, can't lie, that was a bit scary,” he stood, stretching his legs, “but you handled it like a boss, dude. Who knew kisses made scrapes better? You never kissed mine!”

Sebastian laughed, shaking his head, “guess I just like her more.”

Sam started to protest, but looked over at the girl, “yeah, that's fair.”

“Would you kiss my scrapes?” Amelia teased, Sam's face shifting a bit to fake disgust as Sebastian answered without a second thought. 

“And then some. No scrape necessary,” he pressed a kiss to her forehead and laughed as Sam made a gagging noise.

“You don't have to torture him, Seb. He's watching her for free.”

Sam looked between them for a moment before his lip curled in disgust. 

“Ugh, I don't need to know. I have to go in an hour, go do whatever it is I wish I didn't know about,” he commented, his grin returning as the child bound towards him, tackling him in a hug with Loaf close behind with kisses. 

Amelia looked up at Sebastian before nudging his side to grab his attention back. She kept her voice low, “c’mon. We have an hour to chip away at that stress.”

He chuckled, his shoulders relaxing slightly at the idea of what was to come. 

“I can't decide if I want to shower or take you to bed,” he teased, smacking her ass playfully as they walked inside. 

“You could combine the two,” she hummed, walking into the bathroom, “shower with me.” 

The smirk she gave him made him thankful for Sam for the first time that day.

[tooneys-russo]

BOOTS AND BROKEN HEARTS

Previous Parts: Chapter 1, Chapter 2

Summary: Alessia and her UNC coach Willa have a bit too much chemistry. Only downside is that Willa has a girlfriend.

CHAPTER 3

Alessia scrolled on Instagram catching up on everything that she had missed, one image in particular caught her eye, posted by Jennifer, the picture of her coach and the soccer star appearing happy with the coach giving Jennifer a kiss on the cheek. Alessia sighed and looked through her coaches Instagram instead, there were a few pictures of her and Jennifer but there were a lot of her in her Bruin days. Alessia spent some time focusing on the pictures where Willa was in her playing shorts and a sports bra after a hard training session, she continued scrolling until she saw a picture of her at a Newcastle United game a few years prior. Willa looked so carefree, she had a beer in her left hand, a Newcastle shirt, beanie, scarf and puffer jacket on. Alessia stared at the picture and as she went to continue scrolling she accidentally double tapped. Her eyes widened with her action. “Shit.” Alessia said to herself, she didn’t know if she should unlike the picture or just live with the fact that Willa now knew she was stalking her Instagram. Alessia locked her phone trying to stop herself from liking another picture. Willa felt her watch buzz with a notification, she saw that Alessia had liked a photo of hers, she opened her phone and noticed that it was an old picture of her at a Newcastle game she smirked knowing that Alessia was having a bit of a deep dive into Willa’s profile. Willa sent a text to the young striker, ‘Hey you okay? Did you want a Newcastle shirt?’ Alessia felt her phone buzz and checked the message, she smiled at her phone. ‘God no, it was a pity like. I would never in my life wear that god awful black and white shirt.’ Willa smiled wide at the cheeky reply, she checked if Jennifer was paying any attention to what she was doing, Jennifer was looking at her own phone smiling at it. ‘I bet you would look great in a Newcastle shirt, I will take you to a game one day. Maybe we will both end up back in England.’ Willa dreamed of going back home, even if she ended up in London she would be happy just so long as she was in England. She re-read the message noting that it was a little flirty, but I mean they were just friends right? Alessia’s face went bright red while reading her coach’s message, it was definitely flirty and she knew how to respond. ‘Would we be able to watch the next Newcastle game in the theatre then?’ Alessia bit her lip waiting for the next text, the bubble appeared and disappeared a few times after a few long minutes she got a response from Willa. ‘Deal, we can watch the next Manchester game too, it might be a City game though because sometimes I get confused with crap teams ;)’ Alessia squealed as she read the text, Lotte looked over at her friend. “You okay?” Alessia nodded and smiled. “Yeah, I just saw something I wanted in an ad.” She lied and messaged back. ‘I will educate you, coach.’ Alessia put her phone away and rejoined the conversation with her teammates. 

During the game Willa took notes for both Jennifer and to take some of the tactics back to UNC. Orlando won 2-0 and Jennifer assisted a goal, honestly she was slotting into the NWSL perfectly. After the game Jennifer walked out in her tracksuit and polo shirt from Orlando Pride, she wrapped her arms around Willa and kissed her. “Babe you had an amazing game, the way you set up that goal and cleared the line was great.” Jennifer smiled wide. “Thank you baby girl.” Willa and Jennifer headed back to the apartment, they got changed for a team dinner and went to the local Italian restaurant. Willa sat next to Jennifer and Alanna Kennedy who was on the Orlando Pride team sat on the other side of Jennifer. A couple of the players spoke to Willa during the dinner, Ashlyn Harris and Ali Krieger were both very interested in Willa’s work at UNC and her history at UCLA. In comparison Jennifer was talking quietly with Alanna, her back was to Willa and no interest was shown by Jennifer towards her girlfriend. Willa tried to listen to the other conversations as the night went on and join in but she wasn’t close with the girls and struggled to fit in. Willa leant over and touched Jennifer’s thigh, the girl looked almost annoyed by Willa’s touch, “Baby I am heading back to your place, I have to leave early sorry.” She kissed Jennifer and wished everyone a lovely rest of the night. Jennifer mumbled a quick goodnight and focused back onto Alanna. As she waited for her Uber she looked through Alessia’s instagram, she smiled as she saw the girl’s pictures from her junior days for England. She liked an old picture of her wearing a Manchester United shirt and messaged the girl. ‘Manchester is blue.’ She knew the girl wouldn’t message back because it was so late she should be in bed.

Jennifer didn’t get back to the apartment until three in the morning, she got straight into bed without a word in just her underwear. Willa hoped that nothing happened between her and Alanna but it would be convenient to cut ties. Before leaving that morning, Willa put on the coffee machine so that when Jennifer woke up the coffee would be ready. She kissed Jennifer gently and left a note saying thank you and told her she loved her. In the car ride to the airport a text popped up on her phone from Alessia, ‘Manchester is red. Also I hope Newcastle lose today x’ Willa smiled at the message and replied. ‘That is just hurtful Alessia, don’t make me punish you with laps at training tomorrow.’ Alessia went bright red as she read the text, thinking of a punishment she wouldn’t mind receiving from the coach, might even be more cardio work than laps. 

The following day Willa got to training early and saw the blonde striker practising. “Oi, head over the ball, you aren’t punting an American football.” The blonde turned around to the coach. “Nice to see you are back from your little vacation.” Alessia had her hands on her hips as Willa approached her. “Eh, it wasn't much of a vacation. Jennifer spent most of the time on her phone or talking to her teammates.” Willa juggled a ball then kicked it towards Alessia. “You should have just watched the game on tv.” Alessia replied slightly annoyed with the current topic of Jennifer. “Yeah I should have, then at least I could have worked with the team.” She put her foot on top of the ball. “October 7.” Willa said and Alessia replied with a confused look. “Manchester and Newcastle are playing, I put a booking in for the theatre.” Alessia’s face lit up. “Oh perfect! When United wins you have to wear a Manchester United shirt.” Willa laughed. “I will never wear a bloody Manchester United shirt, not for anyone, not even you Alessia Russo.” Willa kicked the ball towards Alessia and they both laughed. The rest of the team slowly made their way towards the pair ready for training to begin. Willa pulled a few players off the field to have a chat about things to work on, Alessia slightly jealous that she didn’t get a chance to chat to the coach.

The month leading into the UNC season became a little more intense as they lifted their work rate at training. Willa tried to catch up with Jennifer but their schedules didn’t line up as well as what she hoped, Jennifer seemed to have team sessions more frequently than she did at the beginning of the season, must just be wanting to increase their work rate. The training prior to the game the team line up was read out, Alessia wasn’t starting, Willa saw the girl’s face fall when she realised. The girls went onto the training pitch with a focus on set pieces beginning with the starting team. Willa worked with the players who would be starting on the bench, Alessia seemed somewhat distant from Willa during the session. At the end as the girls were leaving Willa grabbed Alessia’s wrist before she left, “Hey you okay?” The blonde shrugged. “Yeah I am fine, just surprised is all, didn’t think after how well you said I was doing that I would be on the bench against Providence.” Alessia pulled her arm away. “Well if you wanted to have a chat about why then I am happy to tell you.” Willa crossed her arms over her chest slightly pissed off by the girl’s reaction. “Well I’m all ears Coach.” Alessia turned to face Willa. “Your shots are either at the goalkeeper or missing over the bar, Julia Ashley is hitting the ball cleanly and causing a lot of headaches for defenders at the moment. I need - we need more from you.” Willa said bluntly. “Fine, then you’ll get more.” Alessia walked back to the changerooms to shower. She needed the calming shower after the frustrating conversation with Willa, there is no way that Julia was better than her.

When Alessia had gotten changed and was walking past Willa’s office she heard her talking to Anson. “Alessia’s work off the ball is exactly what we need. She is aggressive and can beat defenders with raw power, not just fancy footwork. We need her on the field.” Alessia heard Anson’s reply loud and clear. “I need her to show me that she can turn defenders, work with her on that hold up play and she’ll have that consistent starting position.” Anson walked out and Alessia hid in a doorway, once he was gone she began walking past the office again. “Hey Alessia can I grab you for a second?” Willa walked out of her office to the blonde. “Yeah, of course.” She followed Willa into her office and sat on the couch, Willa sat at her desk. “Okay so, to be completely transparent I think you are a bloody brilliant player with potential to be the next Ellen White and Kelly Smith. But there are a couple things we need to work on. I am more than willing to do extra sessions to get you there but I need you to be on board too.” Alessia took in the massive compliment that was just paid to her and she nodded. “Yeah I am down to do that.” Willa smiled. “Perfect, we get started the day after the game. Don’t worry either, you will be playing.” Alessia stood and headed towards the door of the office. “I am sorry for being a bit rude before, I was just frustrated.” Willa stood in front of the girl and Alessia could smell her perfume. “I get it, I was benched once at UCLA and kind of lost my shit. At least you were calmish about it.” She winked at Alessia. “Head up, Russo, get some sleep, big game tomorrow.” Alessia walked back to her dorm a little lighter and with her heart racing. Willa’s heart raced like it hadn't for a long time, she was in trouble.

CHAPTER 4

[vixenpen]

Our Year (Eddie Munson x Black Fem Reader)

((Pt. 2)) Letting yourself into the Munson household wasn’t an unusual occurrence ever since Eddie had given you a key to the trailer.

The two of you had been going steady for a year now. For your one year anniversary Eddie had presented you with a house key and one half of a broken heart charm on a silver chain. He wore the other half on a chain of his own.

Uncle Wayne (affectionately called “unc”) approved of the gift claiming: “Someone needs to be sure the boy doesn’t burn the house down, and it can’t always be me!”

You could see from the missing pick up that Unc was still at work, probably pulling a late nighter at the shop, but Eddie’s van was parked beside the trailer.

If you had to guess, he was probably watching MTV right now.

The minute you crept into the house, the faint smell of bacon and weed greeted you. Muffled rock music blasted from Eddies’s room.

Yup. MTV.

You tiptoed to a door plastered in caution tape and knocked.

“Oh shit!” Your boyfriend coughed on the other end.

The bed squeaked under his hasty movements as you heard him getting up.

Rolling your eyes, you couldn’t help but giggle. He was obviously smoking; which was something his uncle didn’t outright object to, but wasn’t too fond of either.

“Hey, Unc, I-I didn’t hear you pull up! I thought you were pullin a late night—oh…” Eddie trailed off the minute his hazy brown eyes landed on you.

“Relax, Munson,” You smirked, pushing past your stoned, shirtless boyfriend. “I’m neither “the man” nor your uncle.”

“Well, good.” Eddie’s arm slithered around your waist.

You giggled as he pecked your cheek.

“Because it would suck to let a good joint and fresh sheets go to waste.”

Your boyfriend’s lips traveled down your neck, and warmth bloomed in your brown cheeks—among other places.

“Ah, ah, ah,” you brushed off his affections. “Slow ya roll, Speed Racer.”

“Aww man,” Eddie pouted, “wha’d I do now? Cuz before you rip me a new one, I’ma be honest,” he held up his hands, “there’s, like, a ninety-five percent chance I was stoned out of my mind. In which case, I am not completely liable for whatever I did.”

“Oh god, Eddie, shut up!” You giggled, rolling your eyes. “You didn’t do anything wrong. I just have a surprise for you.”

“Oh?” He cocked a brow. Then he eyed the oversized Metallica hoodie draping your frame. A prized possession of his that you had…liberated. A wicked smirk crept its way onto his face. “Don’t tell me you’re naked under that?”

“No, you perv!” You snapped, tossing a pillow at his laughing face.

With a dramatic flourish, you unzipped the jacket, revealing a green and gold uniform.

“You are looking at the newest member of the Hawkins High Varsity cheer squad!” You gushed, grinning proudly.

“Holy shit!” Eddie’s face brightened. “Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit! I totally forgot try outs were today.” He swept you into a gravity defying hug, spinning you off your feet as you laughed. “Babe, that’s great!”

You squirmed happily in his grip, giggling at his excitement.“ I wanted you to be the first one to know.” You explained as Eddie settled you back on the ground.

You had been captain at your old school, sophomore year, so joining the cheer squad had appealed to you ever since starting at HHS last year. You finally decided to go for it this year, but Eddie had encouraged you try out from the beginning.

“Babe, I knew you could do it.” Eddie tapped your nose. “And you know what?” He paced towards the dresser at the far end of the room, and began ruffling through the drawers. “This,” he raised a finger in the air, “this, m’lady, calls for a celebration. Let’s paint this shitty little town of ours red.”

“Paint the own red?” You wrinkled your nose in amusement. “Who are you? Clark Gable?”

“Frankly my dear,” Eddie grinned at you over his shoulder, “maybe I am.”

Your heart fluttered and you almost squealed. That was what you loved about your boyfriend. His random, nerdy knowledge on things like old movies his quirkiness and fun loving spirit.

“Oh! Speaking of movies,” he grabbed a shirt from the drawer and sniffed the pits, “anything out you wanna see in particular? A drive-in, mayhaps?”

“And ice cream.” You confirmed with a nod.

“Whatever the lady wants.”

“And burgers?”

“Nothing but the finest for a Hawkins High cheerleader.” He chuckled, pulling the long sleeved Ralph Lauren shirt you bought him over his head.

You flopped down on the edge of his bed and picked up the dwindling joint from the nightstand.

“Oooh, breaking out the polo and the jeans with no holes? You really are bringin’ out all the stops aren’t you, Eddie Munson?”

Eddie shot you a soft smile while slipping on his silver rings.

“Yeah, well, can’t look like a complete slouch with a cheerleader on my arm.”

You pushed off the bed with a little huff of laughter.

“This is true.”

You joined Eddie’s sighed, puckering your lips to blow him a shotgun. He exhaled the smoke and planted a kiss on your pouting lips.

“Celebratory bong rip?” He offered

“Just one for the road.” You nodded.

“We got an audience.” Eddie mumbled through a mouthful of fries.

“What else is new?” You rolled your eyes and rattled your half empty cup.

“Well, they are your new cheer buddies.”

“Babe, ‘buddies’ is both a strong word and an inaccurate one. They’re more like a group of coworkers.” You paused in thought for a minute. “Or, like, bitchy unpaid interns at worst.”

Eddie chuckled.

The two of you had known what expect the minute the group of Hawkins High cheerleaders had shown up to the same diner as you.

In a silent agreement you both decided to ignore the questioning stares and giggly whispers the girls.

“No one has ever gotten ‘us’ together as a thing.” Eddie observed, pointing a finger between the two of you.

“Good. We’re not for them to get.”

You had always been a bit of an enigma to people. You marched to the beat of your own drum. Literally. Being a marching band member the first two years of high school only to pívot and pick up cheerleading the next. You didn’t believe in cliques and labels, so outside of cheer practice, you were right back in the band room hanging with your old friends.

Never the “it” girl, you were also not quite a loser. You were just y/n. The girl who did what you wanted with who you wanted. The black girl who liked hip hop, rap, rock, and oldies.

While your old classmates had come to accept this; Hawkins High, with its rigid social hierarchy, was still a bit baffled by you.

“Remember when we first met?” You grinned.

Eddie grinned back, his brown eyes sparkling fondly.

“Like I could ever forget.”

The only reason your parents had agreed to let you out of the house was because you had been complaining non stop about changing schools with just two years left in the year.

They let you have the old car for the night with the rule that you be back before midnight.

Cool.

So you found a random bar and took your chances. The place didn’t look too rowdy and with your fake ID on deck, you had no problem getting in.

It was smokey with a crowd around the median age of 25-35.

You sat at the bar and ordered a Long Island iced tea.

The tables in the club were pushed out of the way to make some semblance of a dance floor along with a clear path to the bathroom. At the back of the bar, there were dart boards, and at the front, a small, elevated stage.

The stage piqued your interest. Especially when the cute shaggy haired boy took the stage along with a couple other guys.

There was a boyish glee undercut with a relaxed confidence in his demeanor. He strummed his guitar while chatting happily with his band mates. After giving a few instructions to the guys, he took the mic.

“How’re you drunk fucks doin’ tonight?” He yelled.

A shocked laugh escaped you, but the crowd didn’t seem the least bit offended and a few people even cheered in response.

“Oh good, some of you are still conscious.” He flashed a half smile at the crowd, earning a laugh in response.

“Well, I’m-“

“We know who you are, Eddie!” Someone heckled from the crowd.

“Well, they do now thanks to you, bud. Ah, but for those of you who don’t know, we’re Corroded Coffin. We’ve, uhh, got some new material for you guys tonight. So, please, Enjoy.”

A curly haired drummer counted them in, and you perked up when they started. Elements of funk creeped through the garage punk sound.

The lead guitarist, Eddie, nodded his head to the melody, making his shaggy hair dance around his face. The band’s set included interesting tidbits of funk and soul along with metal. These guys clearly knew their stuff and didn’t mind experimenting.

Soon you were bobbing along and dancing in your chair to the music. After five songs, Eddie announced they were taking a break. He also insisted drinks were welcome in place of tips if one couldn’t spare cash.

You were on your second drink when you watched Eddie slink through the crowd, joking with a few regulars on the way. He took a seat at the far end of the bar and ordered something. Now was your chance. He was all alone!

Finishing your own drink, you slinked off toward him and leaned over his shoulder.

“What’re ya drinkin?”

The boy startled a bit, spinning on the stool to face you. When he did, his eyes widened.

“Oh, I uhh,” blushing, he ran his fingers through his hair. “I just kinda just say that as a joke with the audience. I really don’t drink between sets.” He held up his glass. “Water with lemons.”

“Dedicated musician, I see. I respect that.” You nodded. “Well, can I at least buy you a coke? Or would you guys prefer the three bucks?”

Eddie chuckled. “I’ll take the coke. I think the guys will understand.”

“I hope so.” You grinned, flagging down a waiter.

Afterwards you turned to the cutie. He was in a jean vest with the sleeves cut off layered over plaid shirt and a pair of ripped jeans. Beat up high tops completed the look. He was cute in the way that boys who didn’t know or care they’re cute were.

“I loved your set. You’re a Boosie Collins fan, I see.”

“You heard the Boosie inspiration?” Eddie perked up.

“Don’t insult me.” You feigned offense. “I heard Boosie, James Brown, Led Zeppelin, and you’re clearly a Black Sheep fan.”

“Wow...” He breathed. “Well, that answers that question.”

“What question?” You cocked your head.

“If there’s brains behind the beauty.”

You laughed.

He smiled.

“I’m Eddie.” He stuck out a hand. “Eddie Munson.”

“Y/n.”

He gave you a shy once over. Clearly trying not to be rude about it.

“I’ve never seen you around the bar before, y/n. Are you new? Or…”

“I’m new in town. Just blew in a month ago.“

“Thank god, for a second I thought you might just be visiting.” He slapped a hand over his mouth in embarrassment. “Fuck. Did I just…say that out loud?”

“You did, but I won’t mention it if you don’t.” You grinned.

“Good. Now, about your knowledge on Black Sheep, what’s your favorite song off Trouble in the Streets?”

“The Day of the Kids is beautiful. I also love their rendition of Stop in the Name of Love.”

“Right?! They totally transformed the song, but, like, not to the point it was unrecognizable.”

“And how bout the guitars on Love Warrior?”

“The guitars, the bass, the drum. The whole arrangement kicks ass!”

By the end of the night the two of you had exchanged numbers and for the remainder of that summer, you two were inseparable.

“You were the best thing to ever happen to this shitty little town.” Eddie said.

“You were the best thing to happen to me in this shitty little town, Eddie bear.”

Your boyfriend lit up like a Christmas tree.

“C’mon, y/n, not in public!” He whispered, but his huge grin gave him away. He loved that dorky little nick name. Loved it so much, he almost hated it.

“Eddie beeear~” you sang. Then you leaned across the table, making Eskimo kisses at him. “Eddie bear, Eddie bear, Eddie bear.”

“Baaabe!” He chuckled, but he didn’t pull away.

The minute your lips locked on to Eddie’s everything else faded away. The diner, the chatter, the Hawkins high cheerleaders. There was only the two of you.

(((Pt.2)))

[punchdrunkdoc]

Part 2, Chapter 20

Summary: After the events of S3, Matt Murdock is trying to once again balance life as a lawyer and a vigilante. But he’s been scarred by loss and betrayal - will a mysterious new neighbour help him heal? Or will her secrets drag him back into the darkness?

Notes: This is a slow burn romance with an original female character, told in 3 parts. There is mystery, intrigue, action/violence and angst - all the good stuff!

Also available on AO3 and Wattpad

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PART 2

Chapter 20

Halfway through updating Calina on the pheromone case, Matt realised she’d fallen asleep. She was still tucked against him as they lay on their sides, their legs entwined. Matt had been playing with the fingers of her hand while they filled each other in on the last three weeks, but now that hand was limp, and Calina’s deep, even breaths stirred the air around him.

He smiled indulgently and kissed the top of her head, glad that she was able to get some rest. After stifling a yawn earlier, she’d admitted that she hadn’t been sleeping well without him. “I was wide awake again at 5am this morning,” she’d explained. “Then there was the four-hour ride to get here…it’s all catching up with me.”

“Four hours, huh?” It was the only clue she’d ever let slip about the location of the new Widow’s base. Although it didn’t exactly narrow things down. “Would that be four hours north, south or west of here?” he asked.

“Why? Are you planning to track me down and show up under my window with a boom box over your head?”

“What?”

“Oh, its from a romantic comedy we all watched recently. It came out in the eighties so I thought you might have seen it before your accident.”

“Sweetheart, the only movies I was watching as a kid involved either Bruce Lee or spaceships.”

“So no rom-coms, then.”

“No. Although I’d watch one with you now - you could tell me what’s happening on screen. I’ve missed hearing you describe the world to me.”

“I’ve missed that too. I’ve missed talking with you, and reading to you, and being here in this apartment, just the two of us.”

“Me too. It’s not the same here now, without you. I’ve been avoiding the place, to be honest - I’ve spent most of my time either out as Daredevil or in the office working on the pheromone case.”

“How’s that going?” Calina asked, trying to suppress another yawn.

Matt should have known she wouldn’t be able to stay awake while he talked through their progress - or rather, their lack of progress - in tracking down the people behind the pheromone drug. It wasn’t exactly the most scintillating conversation topic for 3am.

Matt eased out of bed, careful not to wake Calina, and toed off his heavy boots. He gazed at her still, peaceful figure as he unzipped his suit jacket and shrugged out of his pants. He was looking forward to getting some sleep next to her - she wasn’t the only one who’d been struggling with insomnia again - but a small part of him was disappointed that all they’d be doing is sleeping. That kiss earlier had started to heat up just before Calina’s tears had gotten the better of her. It had made him hopeful for a replay of what had happened the last time they were in this bed together.

Or even something more.

But he never wanted to pressure her. He would take his cues from her and go at her pace, no matter how slow that might be.

They’d never really spoken in depth about her missions when she was a Widow. But the hints that she’d dropped over the past few months suggested that she’d been intimate with her targets - all while her will and choices had been subjugated by the mind control serum.

He could only imagine what that kind of violation would do to a person. And he didn’t want to do anything that might remind her of that time.

The last time they were together, he hadn’t been thinking clearly about that aspect of her past. He’d been too vulnerable, too caught up in his own fears. He’d latched on to her in the midst of the terror and uncertainty of his deafness, and he’d rushed them into an intimacy she might not have been ready for.

He knew she’d enjoyed it at the time. But he’d had a lot of time to reflect and consider things over the past few weeks, and he was determined that the next time she would be in the driver’s seat. Whenever and wherever - and even if - they ever took things to the next level, it would be her decision.

He could wait. And in the meantime, he’d be happy just being able to hold her and kiss her and be with her.

Now dressed in just a pair of sweats, Matt crawled back into bed and did just that. He gathered Calina in his arms, dropped a kiss on the tip of her nose and smiled as she burrowed against his warmth.

This was enough.

He didn’t need any more than this.

 ———

 Calina needed more.

As much as she enjoyed waking up in Matt’s arms feeling rested and refreshed…she needed more. She wanted more than just to sleep next to him.

She’d spent the last three weeks wishing she’d made love to Matt the last time they’d been together. Denying herself that intimacy hadn’t made their separation any easier. If anything, the regret had made it harder.

She was determined this time would be different. She wanted to be with him in that way. She wanted them to take that next step.

She just wasn’t sure…how to go about it.

She was feeling distinctly nervous.

She bit her lip as her eyes drifted over Matt’s face, taking in his peaceful expression. The frown lines on his forehead had smoothed out, and his full lips were soft and parted. His cheeks were flushed with sleep, and the warmth of the covers they shared. The morning sunlight spilling into the room brought out the reddish tone of his dark hair and highlighted his ridiculously long eyelashes.

He was beautiful.

She wanted to kiss him. She wanted to run her fingers through his hair and pull him on top of her. She wanted them naked, skin-to-skin, with nothing left between them. She wanted to explore every inch of his body and feel him moving inside her.

But her shyness had returned with a vengeance. She couldn’t seem to lift her hand to touch him. She couldn’t bridge the distance between them to kiss him. All the seduction tricks she’d employed over the years as a Widow felt dirty and out of place in this bed.

But that was all she knew how to do - use people. Entice and entrap and manipulate.

She didn’t know how to be with someone she loved.

In a very real sense, this would be her first time. And like a naive, virginal teenager she wanted it to be perfect. Special. She wanted this encounter to erase every other one she’d ever had. She wanted it to make her clean and pure again.

Which…was a lot of pressure. For both her, and the oblivious, sleeping man beside her.

Poor Matt. It wasn’t fair to put this on him. It wasn’t his responsibility to ‘heal’ her and make her whole. It wasn’t-

“What deep thoughts are you thinking?”

The low rumble made Calina jerk in surprise. Her eyes flew to Matt’s but his were still closed. His face was still relaxed and he hadn’t moved a muscle…but there was now a slight curve to his lips. His tongue darted out to wet them before he spoke again, his voice deep and husky. “It’s Christmas morning and we’ve had at least six hours of sleep - you’re supposed to be happy and relaxed, not tense and stressed out.”

“You caught that, huh?”

He tapped the tip of his nose. “Kinda hard to miss when I’m this close to you.”

“Sorry.”

His eyes fluttered open. “Don’t be sorry. Talk to me. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

 ———

 “Nothing.”

Matt had never heard a more dishonest word in his life. Either he was getting better at detecting Calina’s lies, or she wasn’t trying very hard to hide the truth this morning.

He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and gave it a gentle tug in rebuke. “Calina…”

She sighed. “Yeah. Okay. Not nothing. Just…I’m overanalysing the situation, as usual. And I got in my head about it.”

“Well that’s not vague at all.”

She laughed this time, and the sharp taste of cortisol in the air faded away, proof that she was feeling better. He smiled at her and continued to stroke his fingers through her hair. “Hey…”

“What?”

“Merry Christmas.”

She smiled. “Merry Christmas to you.”

He leaned forward and kissed her, loving the feel of her smile beneath his lips. He meant it as a simple gesture of ‘hello’ but, as it did every time they touched, the gravity of her pulled him in. The kiss deepened as he gathered her closer with a hand on her back. One of her legs slipped between his, and her thigh brushed against his morning erection.

She went still.

Worried that he was moving too fast, he angled his hips back and away from her. “Sorry,” he mumbled into her mouth.

“No!” she cried.

Matt jolted in surprise. “Calina?”

She ducked her head and buried it against his chest, and he could sense the heat rising from her cheeks, as if she was embarrassed.

But why would she be embarrassed?

“Calina? What’s wrong, baby?”

“I just…I want…” He heard her clench her jaw in frustration before letting out an annoyed, “UGH!”

He stifled his laughter. He didn’t want to make light of her obvious struggles, but her irritation with herself was kind of cute. He stroked his hand over her hair. “Talk to me. You can tell me anything, you know that.”

Calina took a deep breath. “Iwanttohavesexwithyou.”

Matt frowned as he tried to interpret the rush of words. And when he finally did, his heart started pounding. The thumping beats reverberated in his chest, and he felt the echo in his cock as the blood rushed through the rapidly hardening organ.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

In answer, Calina leaned up and kissed him. And there was nothing embarrassed or shy in it. She pressed her lips against his firmly, and her tongue swept into his mouth with passion and confidence. It was as if finally voicing her desires had unlocked them, allowing them to run free.

Matt responded instantly. He grabbed the back of her head, his fingers gripping her hair, as he returned the kiss. His tongue warred with hers. He bit at her lower lip, and sucked it into his mouth. Then he attacked her neck, licking and nibbling and scraping the delicate skin with his teeth.

He tried to slow down. To gentle his approach. But it was as if his own hunger had been ignited by the force of hers.

And she met him step for step. Her fingers raked through his hair, tugging on the strands and sending sparks of pleasure through his nerve endings. She dragged her nails down his bare back. She hooked her leg over his hip and used it to pull him on top of her.

He went willingly, settling into the cradle of her thighs with his cock pressed against her core. Her legs wrapped around his waist, squeezing him closer as she rocked her pelvis against his. He moaned at the friction, and felt her lips against his neck curve in satisfaction.

Helpless to resist, he thrust against her. Her breath hitched in response, and it was his turn to smile. They started moving, their lower bodies working in tandem to bring them both to the edge as they panted and moaned against each other’s skin.

But Matt forced himself to stop. He didn’t just want a repeat of last time. He wanted more.

And he knew Calina did too, despite her groan of protest.

“Shh, it’s okay,” he murmured, lifting himself up onto his knees. “I want to feel you against me. All of you.”

 ———

 Calina tried to calm her racing heart as Matt pulled her up off the pillow until she was sitting in front of him, her legs between his spread thighs. She’d gotten carried away by all the sensation - the weight of his strong body, his hard length rocking against her, the delicious things he was doing with his lips and tongue…

But she was glad he’d stopped when he had. She wanted them to take their time. She wanted to savour this, and remember every moment of it.

And she wanted what he wanted - the feel of naked skin on naked skin.

She lifted her arms as he slipped her t-shirt over her head. He threw the top onto the floor then his hands returned to her body. He glided his fingers over the material of her bra, and she cursed herself for wearing plain cotton lingerie today of all days. But she’d left Maine in a hurry and had figured that, without his sight, Matt wouldn’t care about sexy underwear.

But she should have taken his sense of touch into account. Next time, she’d chose something more stimulating for him - satin or lace, or something with complicated straps…

“You good?” Matt asked, his voice soft and gentle. His hands had paused at the closure of her bra, and he must have been wondering why her attention had drifted.

She decided to tell him the truth. She didn’t want him to think she was anything but 100% invested in this. “I was, um, regretting my choice of bra.”

He chuckled, as his clever fingers unhooked her strap. “Don’t. I’m much more interested in what’s underneath.” As if to prove his point, he quickly removed the garment and tossed it aside.

But he didn’t touch her exposed skin. Instead, he took her face between his hands and kissed her. A gentle, careful kiss. The sweetness of it, the reverence she could feel, brought a tear to her eye. Matt kissed away the moisture and lay her back on the pillow. Then he scooted down the bed and brought his hands to the top of her sweats.

He looked up at her, and she could read the question on his face - Is this okay?

His constant checking for consent made her fall in love with him even more. She didn’t know if he was always this solicitous in bed, or he was accommodating her…unique…history, but either way it made her feel so cherished. And the control he was handing over to her - the ability to stop this whole encounter with a word - was a potent aphrodisiac.

This was already better than every other experience she’d ever had, and they both still had their pants on.

She wanted that rectified. Now.

So in answer to his question, she lifted her hips. He grinned and hooked his fingers in the waistband and slowly, slowly dragged the material down her legs. The same silent check and consent played out with her underwear, until they were a scrap on the floor and she was naked beneath him.

And that’s when he finally touched her.

At first, it was a barely-there glide of his fingers over her skin, the soft strokes leaving a trail of shivers behind. Then his hands spread out and he ran them all over her body, as if mapping the shape of her. The curve of her breasts, the hard peaks of her nipples, the flare of her waist and the sensitive spot behind her knees…no inch was left untouched.

Except the throbbing spot between her legs.

The ache in her core deepened with every caress of his hands, until it started to overwhelm her senses. Calina clenched her thighs together, trying to ease the growing pressure.

But Matt caught the movement. With a chiding “Uh-uh,” he grabbed her thighs and spread them apart, intensifying the desperate emptiness inside her. He repositioned himself between her legs and leaned over her to kiss her neck.

Calina tipped her head back on a reflex, while her lower body writhed against the hard mass of his body, searching in vain for some relief. “Please,” she begged, twisting the bedsheets at her sides.

“Just a little while longer, I promise,” Matt replied. “I need to taste you first.”

Calina gasped at the imagery of Matt’s clever, agile tongue following the path of his hands…then moaned as it became a reality. He teased and tortured her for what seemed like hours, slowly dragging his mouth over and along the length of her body. He kissed a path down her chest and painted her nipples with liquid heat. He nibbled at her hip bone, and pressed gentle kisses to the fluttering skin of her belly.

Then his mouth dipped lower…

The first stroke of his tongue against her clit shot through her like a firework. Her back arched off the bed and her strangled groan filled the room. She didn’t care how shameless she sounded. She didn’t care that a constant stream of pleading words were flowing from her lips…all she cared about was the mouth between her legs.

Matt licked and sucked at the moisture now bathing her upper thighs. He let out his own moan and the hands holding her hips in place dug into her soft flesh. “God, you taste amazing,” he rumbled. He stabbed his tongue into her opening, and the merest hint of being filled shot Calina’s desire into the stratosphere. Her whole body tightened. She could feel her toes curl and her hold on the bedsheets became a death-grip as the need inside her built and built until it was almost painful.

Then Matt wrapped his lips around her clit and it was all over.

She came with a half-sob, half-cry and collapsed back onto the mattress. Aftershocks pinged through her body as Matt continued to nuzzle against her, his mouth gentler now as he guided her back down to earth.

She let out a shuddering breath and flung her arm over her eyes, overcome by the intensity of what she’d just experienced.

“You okay?” Matt asked as he moved up the bed to rest beside her.

Calina laughed at the absurdity of his question. She’d never be okay again.

She turned to burrow against his warmth. “Yes. Thank you,” she whispered.

He slung an arm around her. “Believe me, it was my pleasure,” he laughed.

But the sound of it was slightly stilted, and there was a hitch in his breath. She felt a tension in his body as he held her close and she realised he was still…unsatisfied.

She wanted him to feel what she did. She wanted to give him the same explosive pleasure. She pushed him onto his back and reached up to kiss him, loving the exotic taste of herself on his tongue.  She gripped his hair with one hand, and used the other to tilt his jaw where she wanted it.

She made it clear with her touch that it was her turn now.

Matt seemed more than happy to relinquish the lead. He let her direct the kiss, and when her lips moved down to his neck, he tilted his head back to give her more access. When her hands moved to the waistband of his sweats, he followed her move from before and lifted his hips from the bed to help her along.

She eased the bands of his pants and boxers over the steel length of his erection then quickly discarded his clothing until he was bare before her.

She gazed at his body, and licked her lips. She wanted to run her hands and lips all over him, the same way he’d done to her. But first she just stared, enjoying the sight of him laid out like a greek God in repose.

The strong winter sunshine flooding the room illuminated him in all his glory. The light bathed him, touching upon every contour of muscle and glinting off the pearlescent lines of his scars. 

He was so beautiful.

She placed her hand on his neck, just over the notch of his collarbone and dragged it down the centre of his chest, down his ridged abdomen, down until her wrist just nudged against his hard cock.  The friction drew a low masculine noise from deep in his throat and the sound went directly to her core, causing it to pulse in response.

She repeated the glide of her hand, then set about mapping his body the way he’d done to her, charting the terrain of his muscles with her fingers and her lips, and teasing him they way he’d teased her.

After long, long minutes of torture, she finally reached his cock. She paused over him, letting him feel her panting breaths against the sensitive tip. Every inch of Matt was still, every muscle taut, as he waited for her next move.

He jerked in surprise when she suddenly took the head in her mouth. She swirled her tongue around it, loving the sounds he made in response - hungry male sounds that made her feel sexy and powerful.

But just as she dipped her head to take more of his length, he wrenched her off him and flipped her onto her back. She started to protest, “I wanted to-,”  but he cut her off.

“I know. Next time. Later. I gotta be inside you.” His accent was rougher, his voice raspy with desire as he crawled over her. “Condom. In the drawer-”

He made a move towards the bedside cabinet next to her, but she stopped him and shook her head.“We don’t need that.”

“Sure?”

She was clean - endless testing in the Red Room confirmed that - and she knew he was too, due to some very intrusive hacking by Anya. And birth control was…not a concern. Not wanting to get into all that, she just nodded. “Sure.”

He nodded in return, then settled himself over her and kissed her.

Although calling it a kiss was like calling a hurricane a light breeze.

He devoured her. His mouth moved over hers with an urgent need as his heavy weight trapped her in place. He grasped her neck, the large hand spanning her throat as he held her in place.

There was no softness to him now. No gentleness. Just dangerous, hard strength.

But she’d never felt safer.

She yielded to him. Relaxed beneath him and spread her legs to allow him closer. And to give him that last bit of wordless consent.

She felt the blunt end of his cock line up with her opening, and then he entered her. The sharp thrust surprised a gasp from her. The sound seemed to penetrate the haze of his lust, and he paused, the thick length of him buried deep within her. “Calina?”

She hitched her legs higher on his waist and adjusted to the feel of him inside her. “I’m good. I’m good.”

To prove just how good she was feeling, she squeezed around his girth. He moaned, and she smiled at the sound.

“Not fair,” he ground out from between clenched teeth. “I’m so close.”

She smoothed his hair back from his face and spread her hands over his shoulders. She could feel the tension in his frame as he tried to hold back.

But she didn’t want him to hold back. She wanted him to go wild.

“Let go, Matt. Just let go,” she whispered, clenching around him one more time.

Her permission was all he needed. He pulled back his hips then snapped them forward again. She absorbed the impact with a moan, then moved with him as he established a frantic rhythm. His unfocussed eyes burned with intense need as he thrust into her. She kept up her caresses, running her hands over his back, his arms, his stubbled cheeks. Her fingers strayed close to his lips and he turned his head to press a kiss to them, a hint of tenderness in the midst of his fierce, untamed ascent towards release.

The sight of him, the feel of him, the enormity of what they were experiencing, reignited Calina’s own lust. She felt the familiar insistent ache in her clit and slipped a hand between them to help it along. Matt realised her plan and beat her to it. His rough fingers rubbed against her, as he thrust and thrust. Within moments she went over the edge, so sensitive due to her earlier orgasm.

Matt followed her with a guttural moan then collapsed on top of her.

She took his weight gladly, and couldn’t stop the smile that spread over her face.

She’d made love to Matt.

Finally.

And it was amazing. Everything she could have hoped for and more.

She glided her hands down his back, feeling the slight tremors beneath his warm skin as he recovered. He levered himself up onto one forearm and smoothed the hair off her face, then pressed a gentle kiss to the tip of her nose. “Hey.”

“Hey,” she whispered back.

He pressed another kiss to her lips. “I love you.”

Her smile widened. “I love you too.”

Matt rolled onto his back and pulled her with him until she was sprawled across his chest. And that’s when the sounds of the outside world started to penetrate their cocoon. She could hear cars in the streets and the faint laughter of children no doubt playing with new Christmas presents on the sidewalks.

But she tried to zone them out. She didn’t want the real world today. She didn’t want time to pass.

She just wanted to stay in this moment, with Matt…forever.

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Chapter 21 

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You remember my name

Rosalie Otterbourne x masc FEM reader

Summary: You have had your eyes set on Rosalie but she has avoided you like no other until she finds out you're not anything like she originally thought.

Snippet from the fic: “ "are you a little different?" It is a valid question in your defense Rosalie is never seen near a man and when one hits on her or tries to get with her she walks the other way." ”

Rosalie Otterbourne is a sight for any eye as she walks toward the diner heels making all the noise they can as she struts. You aren't expecting to see her here but you're quick to hop out of the car and approach her. "You are quite the babe you know that?" she sighs when she hears your voice "not now I'm busy could you do me a favor and mind your own?" you expect nothing less from miss Rosalie Otterbourne any man that comes her way is sure in for a rude awakening but lucky for her you're not a man. "How about you do me a favor doll and let me take you home" Rosalie scoffs as she enters the diner "unc Tate please tell me you have auntie's plate ready" a man behind the bar shakes his head "sorry darling it'll be a minute y/n you want something?" you shake your head and Rosalie blinks for a moment he's got quite the feminine name she thinks to herself. Rosalie looks at you real close now admiring your facial structure and even glancing at your chest before she puts one and two together. you just watch as the realization hits her like a truck but she says nothing, not a word her face says it all though and so do her eyes as she keeps looking at you watching you. When her food is finally ready she grabs the plate and your arm leading you outside the diner. "you're not a man?" "no" you answer simply while she looks down at your clothing choice "then why do you dress this way?" you shrug "I just like to. Why are you looking so hard? you think im a sight for sore eyes? Don't be afraid now doll tell me the truth" Rosalie laughs "don't be a fool I just ain't never seen no woman dress like you or act the way you do."

You hum "act the way I do?" She nods and whispers her next words "act like you like women" you laugh as you walk to your car "let me drive you home for real it's too late for you to be walking." Rosalie stands on her thoughts for a moment weighing her options and one involves a probably faster and warmer way of transport home so she goes with that one.

When Rosalie's in the car you offer her your jacket which she declined at first but you could tell she was definitely cold so you gave it to her anyways. "You know you never answered my question" you glance at her then put your attention back on the dirt road "I don't recall you asking me a question" Rosalie watches you intently as she fixes her mouth to ask the question but you answer before she can. "I know what you're going to ask and no is the answer I don't like women." That is the biggest lie you have ever spilled out of your mouth Rosalie laughs before turning towards the window. "What?" When you turn onto her street and stop in front of her house she finally stops laughing "you're a terrible liar. I'd never sell you out if you're worried about that. We all are a bit different." You nod slowly and Rosalie grabs your right hand off the steering wheel while your left stays put you watch as she gently squeezes it. This little hand action prompts you to ask a question that's been bugging your mind since you first saw Rosalie "are you a little different then?" It is a valid question in your defense Rosalie is never seen near a man and when one hits on her or tries to get with her she walks the other way. Earlier is literally a great example when you talked to her today and the many times before she'd pay you no mind however when unc Tate said your name she pieced it all together and now she's finally taken you up on your generosity to drive her around.

"Maybe" you're smiling now blushing even as you're looking at her but before you can shy away she grabs your chin firmly and plants a soft kiss on your lips. Your mind can't even process it when she gets out of the car with your jacket still draped over hers shoulders. She walks to your window and you're just staring at her your mouth open but no words making their way out. She leans in the window and smiles "if it helps you think tonight I've always thought you were quite the stud." You smile and lean back in the seat "oh yeah that'll definitely help" she smiles as she walks off she walks off so confident and sexy you completely forget she's got your jacket on but it doesn't matter you'll get it back that's just a reason for you to visit her later on tonight. When she gets to the top stair she stops and turns for a moment "hey" she shouts and you cock your head "my name ain't doll or babe! It's Rosalie and you remember it now." You already knew Rosalie's name you just enjoy pissing her off but you nod "and mines Y/n you remember to return that coat" Rosalie smiles and shrugs "no thank you I think I'll keep it. It looks better on me don't you think?" It does indeed look good on her but panic settles in your body when her aunt opens the door and stares you down from a distance. "Who's that young man? He better have bought you dinner the way he's looking you up and down" Rosalie pushes her aunt in the house and waves goodbye to you. You wave back to her like some love struck idiot even though the doors closed. She may have said good bye tonight but you'll be back bright and early in the morning.

A/n: It's going to bother me if I don't say this when she says "stud" she does not mean masculine female because uhm well this is the 1930s words have different meanings. Now this ain't my best however I watched something got some inspiration and wrote it down.

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