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aconflagrationofmyown · 1 year

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K-Rations: make me know it, go ahead and show it

a Sarge and lil Mama fic, the long anticipated sequel to D-Rations

The sequel to D-Rations: or the one where Elaine realizes she’s in love with her husband and takes measures to make certain no such silliness as the miscommunication in the last chapter will ever come between them again

Warnings: 18+ smut, free use, adoring objectification of a husband??, overstimulation, lactation kink, slight sub space (male), angry makeup sex, cum feeding, communication issues and LOVE

Coauthored with the inimitable @prompted-wordsmith who’s initial prompt for this months ago launched a thousand ships 💋

Elvis had a very clear memory of being fifteen years old and dragging his heels every inch of the mile and a quarter from school to home one overcast day. Scuffing and meandering his way back to his family’s apartment in the Courts and dawdling on the steps outside, flirtin’ with the girls and begging his cousin Gene to get him a glass of water from inside.

“Get it yourself.” Gene had grumbled, till he caught sight of the shiner underscoring the swelling below one of Elvis’ blazing azure eyes.

Gene was a good fella and got that glass of water for him and brought it to him from the Smithe’s upstairs apartment and thusly Elvis had bought about forty five minutes of extra time before Gladys came out and caught sight of the damage done to her son’s face.

It was hard, Elvis thought then, balancing his understanding of his mama’s dread of any harm coming to him with the very dire need to exert himself or else get run over entirely in the harsh crucible of high school.

He’d been punched, and so he punched right back. And tomorrow would be better for it, ugly bruise marring his face, nonetheless. It was the sort of taking care of business womenfolk just couldn’t quite grasp, and he had felt some fiery exasperation that any reasoning was owed them at all for how a man conducted himself outside the female domain. It wasn’t them getting punched, was it? So why should they object if he punched and got punched? Just a fella taking care of business, best he knew how.

Elvis chafed under the nagging familiarity that trudging home to Elaine this fine European evening brought to mind. He thought of trudging home to mama. No shiner this time, just an arm still warm from being hung on by other women and half-baked good intentions he had no idea how to make her understand.

The cobblestone blocks home from the corner diner had never seemed so short and the crowd of fans to impede him so thin. He oughta be rushing home and assuring Elaine that he missed her and that he was just bein’ gentlemanly and givin’ her a lil breather after all the use he put her to since she got over here. But none of that explained the reason she fled as soon as she caught sight of him—or so Rex had told him. Told him she bolted right away. Elvis had never seen Elaine bolt, and just last week he’d seen her hold her ground like never before with those two harlots, Susan and Doris.

It gave Elvis a horrid, queer sorta feeling it had to do with the waitresses that he’d gotten a lil friendly with. Elaine had never minded before but now felt different and like he was in the wrong somehow. He just didn’t know how and before long he’d be at the front gates and he oughta be delighted he was almost home after such a long day. It’s all he wanted, to go home and be with his little family.

Really, he swore it was, so much so he was heartsick with it. And yet he dawdled like a naughty child outside the perimeter of his own fence, half expecting Elaine to embody Mama, to come out from their Bavarian style home wielding a broom handle and switch his backside for bad behavior, crowd of fans be damned.

He really got a little sick at the way his pulse thumped at that thought and his blood ran south in hardening interest. Wasn’t that the reason for this whole little snafu? The fact he couldn’t think of Elaine in any capacity without wanting her and taking her and wanting and taking and over and over again it went.

Bruised petals and dusty window sills.

What if she’s done with me?—he thought suddenly in a panic—what if she’s done and I blew my last chance to make her love me? They’d gotten into such a nice little patch of domesticity since she’d been here, withdrawals and torrid sex and diaper laden trash cans not withstanding… or maybe that was all crucial to it. He’d felt at home and he felt like she had begun to really feel that way with him and just last week he’d finally heard her lay claim to him. It made him want to dance around like a child and wring his cock out like a teenager. He’d done the latter, then fled from her for days, afraid of how much he was feeling, afraid to ask if she was finally feeling it too.

He’d started leaving a bit early, mumbled excuses of “Don’wanna be late, Laney baby, y’know how rowdy them German girls can get outside,'' hopping into the car quickly so she might not notice how he’d gotten a little wide-eyed and weepy down below at watching her in her apron and heels swish around the kitchen. Elvis had taken up invitations to dinner he’d normally scoff at with the boys, he’d started doing more PT to “get back in shape, gotta make sure I’m right fit to run after the new babes, reckon they’re gonna be trouble wit’ a capital T, Tink,” to explain away the bags under his eyes. Didn’t matter that none of their babies were running much of anywhere. Elvis was certain she didn’t deserve the truth, the truth that he was wringing himself dry in the empty showers on base after sweating and huffing out all the energy he couldn’t put to use on her. That was just it, wasn’t it: he had used her, for his own selfish problems he’d gotten into himself, and now he had to rectify that.

Only now, now he was sure that had been the worst thing he could’ve done. That there was yet another mistake somewhere in there he needed to fix. He imagined her coming and and whooping him, but as the door remained shut and the fans dispersed his stomach felt like lead as he imagined her giving him a haughty silent treatment, one he’d never experienced from her but imagined she’d be damned good at from the way she handled their daddies’ bickering. He wouldn’t be able to handle her mask of politeness towards him, all the while she was probably packing a bag and deciding she was finished with him. And oh, God above!

The very notion of that scenario set him ablaze with ferocity and actually quickened his steps as if he was jogging headlong into the house to dissuade his wife from up and leaving him after their first arguem—no. They hadn’t even had an argument or anything, he realized numbly. They actually hadn’t been talking much. Not this last week. Not with all his early mornings and extra time on base and piddling around town—

He wrenched his key into the lock, already angry at her for something she hadn’t done (it was easier than being angry at himself and more commanding than turning into a blubbering idiot begging her to stay) and threw open the door of his house, ready to have it out. Put her over his knee, remind her she could never take his babies away from him, threaten her with the law. Maybe manage to say he was sorry somewhere in there, too.

Fried chicken. That’s what struck him first, the smell of genuine lard baptized breading wrapped around tender white meat. His knees knocked together at the sentimental potency of it. Every surface in sight was damn near sparkling, and he almost felt guilty for putting his shoes on the doormat.

Silence. That hit next. No babble of babies or the radio, no laughter from Dodger and Elaine gossiping to the staccato chop chop chop of something fresh they were gonna force him to eat. Quiet, except for the click of the stove element coming on and off. It was a clear shot from the front door through to the sitting area and onto the long kitchen and dining room that ran along the back of the house, he could see the whole empty space of it and yet through that panic inducing emptiness he noticed the steam rising from one of the pans. She’d never be so foolish as to leave the stove on while leaving the house. Not unless she was madder than he anticipated and wanted to burn their home down.

He shook his shoulders out at the admiring terror that zapped through him with that thought and gingerly undid his uniform coat. Pegs, his little wife had pegs by the door and there, hung in a row, was the mink coat he’d bought her from a magazine while separated, then there was Jesse’s little coat and Ella’s white one with the pink trim. He turned towards them and hung up his military jacket beside her mink. Mommy and daddy and baby and baby number two’s, all in a row.

There’d be two more before next Christmas, god help them.

Elaine’s voice ringing bright and clear right behind him and just at his ear level, spooked him terribly bad outta his domestic reverie,

“Oh excellent,” she drawled as she observed with cool detachment as he clutched the back of his head that had knocked against a peg in his flail, “Perfect timing, dinner’ll be ready in about an hour or so,”

She informed him of this cheerily. As if he hadn’t been coming home too late for dinner or ought else this past week and hope flared in his heart till she reached out and gripped his army green tie, untucking it from between the buttons, and Elvis would deny the little shudder that went through him at the way the fabric slid past his chest. He didn’t have much time to think on it, anyway, as Elaine started to haul him bodily forward towards the sitting area, using all the strength she had amassed by carrying their children and their carriers and their luggage and their hampers about, using it all against him. “In the meantime,” she went on and he found himself tripping over his boots to keep up and watching the curls at the back of her head bounce, “I find myself in need of my husband’s services.”

Services? His brain doesn't reckon much more than the wonderful happening of being hauled around by his tie like a hound on a leash and the smell of that southern cookin’ in the kitchen. There’s a chaise lounge under the front window in the sitting area to the right of the door and it looks like she’s towing him there and while his brain tries to reconcile her kind tone with her rough hands, his cock certainly picks up on the subtext undergirding the notion of services. He’s afraid he hears himself whine at the tug on his neck and when she throttles him and spins him and drags him to sit down on the chaise his mind has gone fuzzy, he’s so utterly knocked off his moorings. Knocked off his feet, too, in a turn of events—only it’s not a turn, is it, really? When he’d first begged to make her his wife he’d gotten on his knees then, too, and suddenly that whole scene is put into a more lecherous context that only makes his head spin more, makes him slump, limp-limbed, onto the cushions. Services.

“Dinner smells great, Laney,” he began to defend himself, pacify her or just blurt out any ole thing that’ll get him off the hook, out of the cloud in his head. But she gripped his face instead, fingers digging into his cheeks and with a rush of relief he understood that this face looking down on him wasn’t the face of a woman done with him—she was furious, rather.

Furious meant she cared. Furious resembled mama. Mama had cared so damn much, no one had come close until this blazing eyed goddess slapped his face and shook him by his jaw while seething,

“You’re my goddamn husband, Elvis!” shake shake shake, his head knocked back with the vehemence of her passion, cover falling to the cushions and then the floor as he was forced to lay back into his seat with her vehemence, cheek smarting. His heart was soothed by it even as his hair fell into his eyes and his jaw ached, “You aren’t some hunk of meat that other gals get to paw at and lay claim to while you leave me without so much as a word in the mornings or a prayer at night! You hear me?”

She still hadn’t let go of his tie with her other hand. It was strangling him most pleasantly, starched collar chafing, and his voice was wrecked when he tried to agree, “Yes, yes’m I-I-I know…” through the squish of his forcefully pouted lips. He knew and he was aware now where he had gone wrong, though he wondered at her missing him at all, wasn’t everyone eager to get a breather from his presence?

“Haven't I been accommodatin’?” she begged instead and sounded so very hurt even as she drew him out of his pressed slacks with a stern hand, slacks she’d ironed patiently the night before—hard as rock and gushing appreciatively already. He didn’t know what to do with his hands, fumbling for some sort of grip on the edge of the chaise. It seemed almost blasphemous to touch her right now. She’s all a mix of vulnerable and ruthless this evening and his heart pounds in his ears at the sight of this side of her again, a righteous goddess. Unleashed on him, this time. Just as he’d fantasized about a week ago while helping himself with his own fist.

“Yes yes always, baby, always so damn selfless, I had to get away. Had to pace myself.” he swore in a rush, suddenly needing her to understand the devotion welling up in his chest as she paused for the briefest moment in shuffling her crinoline aside.

He watched as Elaine’s eyebrow quirked in comprehension, the angry set of her mouth gentling before her body sprang back into action and she dropped down on him with groan-inducing entitlement. He wheezed, realizing there was no cotton chafing at little Elvis—Elaine wasn’t wearing panties.

“That’s why you're bein’ so cold?” she beat on his chest as she began to rock on him and all too late he really believed that she wanted him as much as he wanted her. “You got time for buddies and waitresses but you won’t so much as touch me these last few days. Why? Why?” Her pretty face was twisted into a snarl.

The grip on his tie got mortally tight with each demand as did her pussy around him and he found he was going very fuzzy and he’d like to explain, tried to through a series of whimpers comprising her name and apologies of various coherence. She began to ride him with all the ferocity of a woman, a wife scorned, her own eyes boring into his. It’s all too much, too quick, the furniture creaking below them as he thrusts his hips up into her, meeting her every swivel and grind. Home, he’s home, and his body melts at that comfort, he was already leaking, can hear the squelching as he’s fucked on this proper chaise, her skirts still pressed and curls perfectly pinned, her chest constrained in her bodice. There’s nothing visual for him to latch onto, aside from that fiery stare. It’s as if he’s just there for her, and a whine escapes him as he realizes he’s being used. A whimpering apology of, “‘M sorry baby, ‘m sorry Laney!” falling from his lips, still held captive in her hands.

“Sorry?” Elaine hisses, all flashing teeth and taunting sneer, “I don’t want you just sorry, I want what’s mine, I want you to want me again! I don’t reckon you’re sorry enough, not with the way you seem too distracted by passing floozies in waitress uniforms to come home to us.”

“I am home!” And his own verbal dam breaks since that first time he saw that side of her, right on this very chaise, “Jesus, lil mama, only you get me, only you—’m yours, darlin’, I love you, love ya, won’t let them get handsy no more—Satnin’, my Satnin!”

And that last endearment is what gives Elaine pause, makes her realize that Elvis… her husband…really does love her. This is the first time he’s used that sacred name for anyone else since Lovie—Miss Gladys—died, God rest her soul. She’s in a league of her own in his mind, up there with the angels and the heavenly host. Now Elaine’s numbered among them. She can’t help the clench of her little house, the gasp she lets out, squeezing at Elvis’, her husband’s, her husband who loves her’s, key. She attacks him with little kisses, all over his dreamy, pretty, infuriating face. She leaves little smudges of her lipstick that make something in her chest, that had been wound tight over this whole neglectful business, unwind ever so slightly.

Elvis gasps out as she flutters over his face, dotting him with her adoration and he—he jus’—he can’t hold it in no more. His relief started in the eyes and sizzled down his spine, he started to cum, head tilting back, tears languishing his lash line as he was wrung dry by her yittle cunt.

“No more, no more, I swear!” he promised good behavior and begged for a reprieve from the bouncing clench of her all at once. He reached out with grabby hands, trying to maybe pull her off, pull her up his chest so he might use his mouth—but he was unceremoniously slapped away. She didn’t stop her bouncing, caring not a whit as he whimpered and gasped and twisted his hands into the poor chaise cushions, the same cushions he’d seen her be just as mean to those nasty women on.

“No,” Elaine said, staring down at him with stern good humor as if he was a boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar, “No, Naughty, you’re gonna sit there all nice and pretty, my own pretty soldier boy, for me, baby. And you’re gonna let me use you, this time.”

Oh, oh Lordy she was a vision as she clenched around his soft cock, lil hole hungry as she worked those thighs he knew were under her dress. Only he couldn’t see, and that extra layer of, of decency when he was being so thoroughly disregarded as anything other than a part of the furniture made something in him drift away. He felt hazy all over, breaths shallow little pants through his mouth, tiny whimpers the only thing he could manage through the tie, the hand on his face, and the feeling of—

“‘M sorry, s’sor-ry, ah! ‘M yours, ‘m yours!” As he felt himself starting to chub up within her. It was agonizing, made him writhe, turn his head away and sob because she wasn’t stopping.

“We share everythin’, Elvis!” she insisted, some portion of this hurt forming in her conciseness, punctuated by her loneliness and isolation, the amount of friendship and companionship she had given up for him.

A faint sheen of sweat painted Elaine’s temples as she did all the work, using the hand on his face to plant on his shoulder for leverage, just as he taught her that first night. Just thinking about it, thinking of how she’d babbled praises at him then—he became fully hard again soon enough, body betraying him, responding to the wet softness surrounding his cock. Even that least clever part of him knew when he was home. He was jerked like a stallion by his reins to look at her again, look at how she’d used the other hand, now, to bury under her dress and play with her lil button. She clenched like a fury around him, staring right into Elvis’ eyes as she ground down, hard, and came herself all over his dress pants and cock, squeezing him raw.

He couldn’t help the extra babble of, “p’ease, mama, p’ease, n’more!”

“You sit there like a good boy, E, you sit there and be good,” Elaine was panting to him, only he was sure that he couldn’t, he wasn’t good, was he? Not after the way she’d slapped him, didn’t deserve her soft praise, he had been bad, so bad—

“‘M not good! S’s-sorry, ‘m not…!” He bucked his hips up into her, wiggling, trying to get her off of him, only Elaine was an experienced rider and remained unphased by his squirming. She was used to wiggly little boys, Jesse being much the same as his father.

“You can be a good boy, baby, you can,” and she was being so mean, so mean, even as she pet at his cheek and neck, smearing slick onto his pulse, using one curled finger to tip his head back and admire the long line of his shining throat and cooed at him. “You jus’ gotta take it, baby.”

“No! No-no-n-no!” Elvis whined, trying again to arrest her movement, stop her working thighs as he felt himself teeter close to that edge again, the sloppy slick-slap as she resumed her pace and slammed down onto his hips, circling her own, driving him into full on crying. His Adam’s apple bobbed with the repetitive swallows as he tried to stop himself from drooling. Tears glittered on his cheeks but all Elaine did was kiss them away, kiss at his slack mouth as he wailed.

“You can yowl like a feral tomcat all ya want, Naughty, you’re not goin’ nowhere,” Elaine panted, picking up her pace again, using one hand to wrench into his hair, sweat-damp and mussed. Elvis came again just as she ground against him harshly, the pain in his scalp triggering his pleasure.

He lost a little time, coming to only to sniffle as he was fed her fingers, sticky with her cum, with his cum that had leaked out around where they were joined, the sharp-salty tang, still trapped under her in the best and worst way.

“You’re mine, Elvis,” Elaine stated then, sitting primly still on his lap, “Before God almighty above, you’re mine first and foremost.”

He nodded, cried out, “Yes, yes’m, yes m-mama, thank you,” like he was taught, the polite little gentleman, grateful for the respite even if she was still keeping him inside her. He could feel the wet stickiness on his trousers, getting a little uncomfortable but not daring to squirm, lest her mercy not last. “I don’t want any more of this abstinence nonsense. I don’t want you running off with some German trollops while you neglect your wife, ya hearin’ me, husband?” Elaine decreed.

“‘M sorry,” Elvis breathed out, reaching for her waist again cautiously. She allowed his hands to settle on her tummy, to palm the growing bump there. She pulled him up by the tie, cradling his head to her bosom, and he nosed at her pretty tits within her dress subconsciously. He—he didn’t know how to ask for what he wanted, not when he felt so small. Was it allowed? Did he do good enough?

“You want somethin’, daddy?” Elaine hummed, and he shuddered at the gentle tone and the scritch of her perfectly manicured nails through his hair and down the back of his neck. They dipped beneath his shirt collar, teased at the knob of his spine.

“I don’—don’ deserve it,” he confessed, coming out of his hiding spot under her chin to look up at her through his lashes, tear-spiked and trembling. “I’ve—been bad.”

“Shh,” Elaine simpered, unbuttoning her house dress and letting the front placard fall, her breasts already leaking from her exertions as she then drew him in, one hand on the back of his head and the other still ever-present on his tie. “You’ve been good to me now, haven’t you, Elvie-baby? We understandin’ each other thorough, now?” She tilted his chin up, tone becoming uncompromising at the last question. He was quick to nod, panting again, sticky trousers forgotten in the face of lip-licking longing.

“I need your words, honey,” Elaine called, drawing his attention back to her pretty face.

“Yes’m, mama, been good, I’ll—I’ll be s’good, for you,” Elvis said, chin quivering, looking bout ready to burst back into tears, face smeared with Elaine’s lipstick and the subtle shine of salt—the evidence of this long-winded kiss and make up.

“Perfect, perfect man.” Elaine murmured, pulling him back, and Elvis immediately latched on, moaning into her nipple as milk gushed into his mouth, dribbled down his chin, getting caught on his tight shirt collar. His lashes tickled her, a little “Hoo—ah!” from the voracious suction of his mouth, so much stronger than her babies’.

“There you go, there’s my pretty husband. My husband, my messy boy,” she crooned into his hair, biting her lip as she clenched around his still-soft member within her. She was sore, hadn’t taken her husband in days because of his own self-sacrificing tendencies, as she understood it, and was revelling now in the openness, the squelch of his seed spilling out of her. She pulled at Elvis’ hair, guiding him to the other nipple, him seemingly not noticing her start to rock gently on him yet again, feeling the slow-building heat come back to her belly. It was nice, this soft, squishy thing inside her—a chastened lil Elvis that soothed the ache while bringing her closer to the edge.

“Shh, baby,” she panted, starting to rock in earnest as she felt him come to life under her, jerking up, wringing at the pooling fabric of her skirt around her hips. He mewled against her breast, no longer really suckling, just open-mouthed smears of what might be kisses as he was so cruelly put to service yet again. Only this time it was better, because the milk smearing his face was hers, the shade of red she wore smudged down his cheekbones, paving the way for the two new twin tracks of tears as she started bouncing in earnest. He made only small little sounds, nuzzling into her like a kitten, bucking up as if he couldn’t help the movement despite the way it made his pretty face twist into pleasure-pain agony.

“One more,” Elaine decided, allowing herself to be greedy as she looked at the clock on the mantlepiece, “You give me one more now, my good boy, my husband, you give me one more spurt from that pretty cock and then I’ll feed ya, feed you up with a good m-meal, hmm? How does that s—ah!—sound?”

“Ma…ma,” was the only response she got, slurred from plump, shiny red lips, like the sweet cherries she might find in the summertime back in Memphis. His head lolled back, the only thing keeping him semi-upright the ironclad grip she had on his tie still. Couldn’t stop herself from kissing him, then, licking into his mouth and tasting her own milk. It was a heady feeling, made her thrust down harder, wanting to leave bruises on his pelvis like he did with her hips. It made all her worries disappear, seeing Elvis like this, so relaxed and accommodating, letting her use him up until he was dry and weeping, looking for all the world like a little boy—her little boy.

“Downright angelic,” Elaine gasped, admiring the cut of his cheekbones, the deepening of his flush, if that was possible, as he arched his back and met her downward bounce with a buck up. Wiggly as always. She unbuttoned the bottom of his own shirt, rucking up his undershirt, too, until she could see his own nipples—and she pinched them like he did hers, which made him let loose a whimpering cry and finally jerk hard enough to get her to release his tie for fear of truly choking him. He pulsed within her, hands clenching in a grip round her swollen waist as he gracelessly shoved up into her, once, twice, and she tipped over the edge from his vigor and the picture he made—

His jaw sharp as glass, smeared with her own slick and the white of his cum from when she’d fed him their combined releases, along with the milky cream of her breastmilk. Her lipstick prints nigh on disappeared into the decadently red blush that painted him all the way down to his heaving belly, interrupted by the scrunch of his undershirt at his collarbones and the still-buttoned dress shirt collar, the tie that was so useful flipped up and over his shoulder. His chest, his pecs so nicely defined, topped by frankly temptingly perked nipples. Those pretty blue eyes were neon-bright against the contrast of his flushed face, slack lipped and drooling. He stared at her as if she was something to be worshiped. This—this was hers, her Elvis. Only she would ever get to see this pretty picture, Elaine swore to herself, petting at his chest, flicking at one berry-bright areola. He barely twitched under her, gone quiet and pliant in a way that would worry her if he didn’t look so utterly blissed out. If she didn’t know better, she’d think he was on some of them pharmaceuticals, by the glaze in his blown-pupiled eyes.

“Elvis, you with me, baby?” Elaine called, taking his chin in hand. His neck was limp, and all she got at first was an utterly drunken smile up at her, open-mouthed and guileless. It made her want to cradle him back to her chest, protect the utter innocence he exuded as he asked,

“Y’s’m?”

“Hey there, pretty boy.” She wasn’t quite sure where this all had come from, maybe some part of her recognizing the way he’d shuddered on their wedding night at her gentle attentions. Watching him fight and fight and fight his impulse to let himself be taken care of -the forcefully surrendering way he took care of her- took care of her babies, their friends, his fans, the whole goddamn world seemingly needing a piece or a part of him.

Well, he was wrung dry here and now on her chaise lounge, nothing more to give and she petted the tear wet cheek she had so vehemently slapped. This is what she could give him, she could give him a moment of weakness, everyone needs it from time to time. But, still—this had been a lot, and while she was doing mighty fine herself, Elvis was barely coherent and it worried her.

“You ready for some chicken, baby? I made some good, country fried chicken, jus’ for you, been so good for me,” Elaine let herself babble a soft stream of praises and thoughts, gently prying Elvis’ hands off her hips, holding them in one hand to kiss them before she used the other to leverage herself up and off of his soft cock, a wet gush of their combined fluids absolutely soaking him as she did. Another set of words welled up in her throat, three words that she wanted to say to him. But not right now. Not now, but soon.

“Yes’m,” he said, demurely staring up at her as she stood on wobbly feet, crinoline crinkling as she smoothed it out. Elaine was careful to keep one of her hands in his, because she had the feeling that this was not the time to deprive him of contact. Not the time to do anything but be gentle, to assure and coddle.

“You and I are gonna go clean up,” she said, taking another glance at the clock to make sure that yes, she could leave the chicken on its lonesome for a good thirty minutes so she and him could wash up. “C’mon, we made ya so messy, you’re real messy right now, honey.”

“‘M a messy boy,” Elvis giggled, beaming up at her, following her tug like a fawn—all too-long, elegant limbs, and big, shiny eyes. She led him up the stairs, his trousers undone and smeared all down the crotch to his knees with their mess, their hands clutched together as if they’d get lost without some sort of tether. And, as she guided him into the bathroom, gently tugging off his boots and then his pants, his dress shirt and then his undershirt, she had the sneaking suspicion he might just manage to wander somewhere if she wasn’t careful.

She briefly thought of the bath, but no, a washcloth would have to do—the chicken wouldn’t last much longer without her attentions, and she wanted her hard work to go into her man’s belly rather than to the stray dogs outside.

So she ran warm water and wiped him down, leaving his rumpled, stained clothes in the bathroom in favor of guiding him into their bedroom and to the clothes she habitually laid out on the counterpane. Elvis still wore a childish, empty-headed expression, all pretty face and guileless baby blues that made her heart flip. But the chicken—so she asked, carefully, “Baby, can you dress yourself? I gotta check on dinner.”

That was a mistake, a misstep, judging by the way his glistening chest started to heave in a panic and his eyes started to water afresh. “Y’yer leavin’ me?” he slurred out of puffy, shiny lips.

“No, no!” she rushed to get it out, holding onto him again and gently guiding him to sit down on the bed -the bed she’d watched him wring himself out on a week ago- “I’ll stay, I’ll stay.” she repeated, at a loss as to how to comfort him beyond touch and all her ire gone out of her at the sight of his limb shaking terror. She was still new to this, they both were. New and a little lost and they had to keep ahold of each other or they’d float away. Damn the chicken.

That was the problem wasn’t it? They needed to share everything. Solitary children, the both of them, and now they had each other. It made each separation or fissure in their shared experience a doubly worse betrayal because of it. That was Elaine’s chief complaint against him this week, it never was about other women, it was about the separation, the estrangement, the uncoupling.

Helpless, she acted on impulse and sat herself down in his naked lap, curling around him and feeling with heart melting relief his arms encircle her, squeezing her to his chest fiercely.

“T-t-the house was empty.” he stuttered out his explanation, trying to get her to understand what that was like for him -rushing home to make her stay, flinging open the door and not a bit of life to be found in his home.

His version of hell.

“You thought,” she soothed, kissing at his cheek, “but I’ve got chicken on the stove and our babies are with Betsy. I’m here. I’m right here. All that was missin’ was you. And now you’re here, too.”

His shakes subsided a little and he nods, rearing his head back to really look at her and on seeing her clearly, Elvis beams at her, wide and carefree, and it made her heart clench with… with love, to see him like this. To see the sheer trust behind this mindset he’d slipped into, it made her feel like the most special girl in the world. It made her forget any and all Susans and waitresses and other such floozies. They could have the tiny crumbs they snatched from the floor like rats—Elaine was the one with his ring on her finger, who got this. Her husband buries his face in her neck and flutters kisses over her wildly thumping pulse.

She feels like she’s keeping a secret, all of the sudden.

This, this has been coming for a long time. Building slow and steady in Elaine’s heart like the consciousness of a babe growing, first just a suspicion, and then excitement, then visible proof, and then the testing pain of it.

Till at last, a babe she loved ferociously without having ever even met it. This, somewhere along the way, this affection for him had become love, her head left behind and her heart in a full gallop, unrestrained, unreasoned with, undendiable.

“You could crush me with the tiniest word, ya know that?” she realizes it as she says it.

Realizes that’s what love is, giving power over yourself to someone else. It’s why she was so angry, so suddenly lonely, so fiercely protective of her portion of him.

It’s love.

He must’ve felt so lonely, so scared, loving her without a promise of return, there’s no way she could have managed that. He’s brave, her boy, he’s so brave. “I didn’t, I didn’t realize how strong a feelin’ it is.” she whispers, her own voice choked up with tears and Elvis raises his face from her neck abruptly, surfacing quite suddenly from his submissive stupor and looking almost wary in his hopefulness.

“What feelin’?” His voice dipps impossibly lower and it contrasts thrillingly with that boyish face.

“Ya shoulda warned me, you fool.” she blushes and smacks at his neck in embarrassed dallying, “How was I to know? Never been…never been before…”

“What feelin’!” he demands, grabbing her chin and his hand spanned the width of her jaw, one side to the other, paying her back in her own vehement coin.

Her smile grows even under the vice grip of his fingers and red lips part to flash gleaming white teeth and with a little sniffle and a roll of her chocolate drop eyes she huffs, “Love, Elvis, I’ve loved badly ya for a long time now, just didn’t realize it.”

He coulda told her that, coulda told her every little thing she did for him was loving, but she had to know it herself, so he’d let her be. The hand on her jaw spasms as he sucks in a little sob, his lip wobbling before his breath heaves back out in a:

“Oh thank god, oh baby, fuck, I don’t mean tthat I-I-I oh thank Jesus-“ his head thuds back onto her chest and she realizes he’s weeping then, tears and whatnot adding to their previous mess on her undone placard.

“Oh, shh, shh, it’s ok.” she mutters helplessly, holding onto his shoulders and trying to hug the truth deeper into him,

“Say it again.” he near wails into her breasts.

“I. Love. You.” she thumps his back with each statement like she’s burping a baby.

He pulls his head back and looks at her again, double takes, like he’s gonna glare the veracity of her truth outta her. “You’re jus’ sayin’ that casue you’re mad I ain’t no goody two shoes husband. ” he tests, moody and sullen.

Elaine knows this game, she smirks at his transparency, “These ain’t the first girls I’ve caught hangin’ on ya, E,” she reminds him, recalling as she does that Betsy, who she found him sharing an actual bed with while away from her, will be bringing the kids back any minute now, and here they are undressed, “and like I said, I’ve been obligin’ haven’t I?”

“Yeah. Don’t mean ya love me.” he points out.

“I thought we got this point into that fool head of yours while downstairs but I guess you weren’t paying attention.” she tsks, rising from his lap and stripping out of her soaked house dress -much to his confusion and distraction- while going on merrily, “I’m angry this time cause you left me out!” she dictates her point with an elegant finger to his sternum and his eyebrows raise in semi-enlightenment, “I don’t wanna be left out! I’m jealous of you, cause I love you and I’m damn proud that your mine, and you make me happier than I thought I could ever be and ya make me angrier than I-I thought either. Lord I’d do obscene things to keep you lovin me, E, I would. And I’d kill ya ‘fore I let you tire of me. If you’ve got lady friends,” she continues in the face of his growing smile, the death threat really warming his southern heart, as she pulls on another dress, “you’ll tell me about them. I’m your wife, you owe me your time and you owe me your vigor and if you’ve got scraps left to give elsewhere, well,” she flips her hair out of the collar and presses her hands primly to her sides, “then I’ll be kept informed of them. They’ll be our little secret, not yours. There ain’t a you and a me, there’s just us. You swore it, Naughty, ya swore it before God.”

“I ‘member.” he nods solemnly from his place on the side of the bed, “But there ain’t anyone else, lil Mama,” his tone is unbearably earnest, “there’s jus’ you.”

Elaine’s heart twinges at that. It’s a truth, she knows, but for how long? She’s been so scared to care about him too much, so sure he’s gonna hurt her eventually. He’d managed to wiggle his way into her heart anyway, and she’s tired of being unconscious of it, this fierce devotion dying to be let out at last.

She lets the statement be, takes it for the promise it is. She’s his wife. “I know.” She assured him.

“If ya love me,” he challenges once more, and she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t a little tired from the emotion and the exertion and the contention, “-get over her and show it.” he taunts as he leans back on the bed, his arms wide open and his body inviting and she knows he knows, knows he gets it.

She tackles him anyway. Knocking the air out of him and tossing him back into the counterpane, letting him roll her under him and thrash atop the outfit she laid out for him. Let’s him kiss her greedily and wantingly and sure, thinks she can feel the difference in him.

This is Elvis knowing he’s loved. He’s magical and sure of himself and confident in a way that boosts her own surety, like they’re feeding each other in a never ending replenishing cycle.

“My yittle baby, my perfect baby, my wifey, silly widdle thang don’t know her own mind.” he mumbles into her hairline as he peppers her face with smooches and she allows it; soaks up the dynamic change as suddenly he’s patronizing and sure of himself even as he’s talking all little and vulnerable.

He’s Elvis.

And he’s kissing her ravenously as if he can persuade her to love him more with each press of his plush lips and each nip of his teeth and lick of his tongue.

“You’ve been cryin’.” he comments as he licks at her cheeks, tasting tears, and his voice sounds surprised as if he himself wasn’t weeping a few minutes ago.

“So were you.” she laughs.

“Nuh uh.” he denies with a shake of his head and she rolls her eyes while his tongue plunges into her mouth once more. Foolish man, stubborn, bashful man that she loves, God help her-

“Yooo hooo!” comes from right outside their door, right in the upstairs hallway and Elvis dives off her onto the other side of their bed before she can even think to suggest it. His naked form lying full prone to the ground, tactically perfect -turns out the army taught him a thing or two, though that butt of his is still sticking up higher than would be preferred in a tactical setting. Elaine stifles the sound of her snicker but he sees her nose wrinkle from it and swears softly at her.

“Betsy, darlin’ just a minute.” Elaine hollers, while patting herself down to make sure she’s not misplaced some important part of herself during all this wrassling. She grabs his clothes from the bed and tosses them down at him, watching bemused as he tries to get them on in his prone position before stepping over to him to bend down and kiss him once more. “I love you.” she reminds.

He turns scarlet under the plunging neckline of his white sweater, “thank ya.” he preens sweetly and she takes a second to admire that, her hand still stroking his soft cheek, before straightening up and going to the door.

Cracking open the door the rest of the way reveals Betsy in her pretty gingham, arms straining to hold up one baby while the other strains her arm to be released for a crawl. “How do ya do it?” she gasps, talking about the children who immediately break lose of her nannying arms, Ella diving straight for her mother’s embraces while Jesse books it on the floor between Elaine’s legs, headed towards Elvis hiding place like he can sniff him out.

Elvis pops up just in time, a little rumpled and askew but thoroughly covered, though his attempt to pick up his son is aborted by the way his legs are still shaking and he wobbles onto the bed with a noisy flail. He feels Jesse pawing at his shin as Elizabeth’s eyes rake over him and he wonders if this is how Elaine felt sitting at lunch with Daddy and Dodger after their wedding night, or at each train stop on the way down fo Fort Hood when he paraded her in front of his adoring fans in between feverish bouts of love making that left her near catatonically used.

He recalls how she looked very well. He remembers his savage smugness at touching up her smudged makeup and displaying her again and again all primped after he wrecked her, wondering if the world could see how claimed she was by the wobble of her painted lip and the wide shock of her perfectly lined eyes.

Look, he’d been saying at each station stop, look at the perfect little thing that lets me love her.

He sees that smugness on Elaine’s face as she waits for Elizabeth to get her breath back as she just stares and stares at Elvis spread out in the bed like he’s grown another head. Betsy looks so shocked by the sight of him he actually looks down to make sure he’s put on pants but all's in order, he must just have “Elaine’s stud” written on his forehead and he blushes at that. He wouldn’t allow it if she didn’t love him. He’s afraid he’s gonna be allowing a lotta shit for the reason. Looking down for his pants reminds him of his baby boy, still clutching his pant leg and he grunts with the effort of heaving himself upright and pulling his little buddy into his lap.

“Hey bubs, how ya been?” he babbles as he tips backwards again, his spin worn out and he realizes he’s terribly weak and very, very hungry. He thinks he can smell buttery soft breading burning downstairs and it makes his mouth water.

“I manage it with help like yours.” Elaine replies, honest and bemused a few seconds late and she almost snaps her fingers in front of Elizabeth’s glazed eyes before the girl finally drags them back from the sight of her languid husband to her own face.

“Oh, n-no problem. Anytime.” Betsy assures again, sweet gal that she is. “Do I need to stay and work on the letters?” she asks it a little hopefully, wringing her now empty hands, and Elaine knows that she’s missed being in this house and around him, around them even, what with Elaine kicking her out for privacy during his withdrawals.

Not many families have a pretty, live-in secretary that the wife tolerates but the Presley’s aren’t most families, and Elaine is accommodating as they’ve just established, and she likes collecting people around her man that she’s certain love him the right sort of way. And if he loves them back, well, it’s a curious thing to her that she doesn’t for once doubt he’s got enough to go around. Her love cup will be overflowing from now on, she has no need to begrudge the droplets that others quench themselves with. She realizes what was missing was her own contribution.

It all settles into place, belonging and longing and having. She loves him.

“No, no need for the letters tonight.” She replies and watches Betsy’s pretty face fall for a brief moment before the girl catches herself, then Elaine adds what she always intended to add- “But stay for dinner, Betsy, so long as it hasn’t burned.”

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meetmyothersouls · 2 years

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jealous timmy pls!!

Hear me out:

Don’t Marry Him

Warnings: wedding day drama, lots of angst

“Don’t do it,” you heard Timothee’s voice sound from behind you. You jumped a little and quickly used the back of your hand to wipe the tears you hoped he didn’t see.

You turned, scrunching your face up, maybe if you did that he wouldn’t see the red blotchiness that crying brought.

“What?”

“Don’t marry him.”

You opened your mouth, then closed it. Words just weren’t coming to you.

“Timothee. I love him.”

“Bullshit,” he said quickly. “That’s bullshit. No you don’t. I know what you look like when you love somebody and this, is not it.”

Tears welled up in your eyes again. These were not the words you wanted to hear in your wedding day (even if they were true). He took steps toward you and you noticed that he wasn’t dressed for a wedding: black jeans and faded black Vans and a t-shirt that he’d had since high school. A t-shirt you used to steal from him after nights when he made you his own. He didn’t plan on attending or staying now that he was there. He came just to speak to you. “I know what you look like when you love somebody,” he repeated. “Because you used to look at me that way and I fucked it up.” Gently, he pressed a hand to your face, wiping stray tears that slid down your cheek. You leaned into the touch of his warm hand as a knock sounded a the door.

“Y/n?” Your fiancés mom called from behind the door. “Are you okay in there, honey?”

You cleared your throat and attempted a steady voice. “Yeah. Yeah I’m good.”

“Fifteen minutes, okay?”

You nodded even tho she couldn’t see you. Your eyes never left Timothee’s.

“Tell me you don’t want to marry that man, y/n.”

“I-”

“You don’t even like people like him and here you are in a wedding dress about to sign your life away! We used to hate douche bags like him, remember?”

“He’s a good man, Timothee.”

“I could be better. I could treat you better. I could love you better. I know for damn sure I could make you a million times happier!”

“I am happy!” You lied.

He ran his hands through his hair and turned exasperated. “Then why were you crying when I walked in here, huh?”

“I wasn’t.”

“You were. I heard it in your voice. See, that’s the thing, y/n. This man don’t know you like I do and he never will. You wanna marry him. Fine. Do it. But don’t lie to me and pretend your happy about it. Don’t think for a second that I don’t know that the only reason you’re doing this is because it’s easy.”

You stopped your foot and white tulle fluffed out all around you. You didn’t even care that you looked like a child throwing a tantrum. “It’s not easy! None of this is easy! And you’re making it so much harder!”

The organ began playing and you could hear it through the walls. You closed your eyes, squeezing them tightly. Why did the music sound sad instead of happy. Why did you not want any of this.

“Listen, there’s a door right there.” Timothee pointed to a door positioned in the back of the room and for some reason it was the first time you’d ever seen it. “I’m walking out that door. I don’t have much but I’ve got my truck and I’ve got a suitcase full of clothes. All I’m missing is you. I’ll wait for ten minutes and if you don’t show I’m just going assume that you’ve…done it and I won’t bother you again.”

He pushed past you, stopping before he opened the door. “You look beautiful, y/n. But you look even better when you’re happy.”

As he shut the door, another knock sounded and you were told you had five minutes.

Everything Timothee said was true. Thoughts you had been thinking for years. Thoughts that weren’t said out loud until Timothee said them, and now that they were voiced, they were loud and dominate.

You unzipped yourself from the wedding dress you didn’t even get to pick and threw on your jeans and t-shirt. You couldn’t find your shoes but you didn’t care nor did you have time to look too hard for them, soon they’d be banging on the door demanding you come out and get married. Hopefully you’d be long gone by then.

You ran through the grass and Timothee stood next to his red pick up, an elbow resting on his side view mirror. A lit cigarette hung out of his mouth, but he dropped it the minute he saw you running toward him.

You jumped into his out stretched arms, wrapping your legs around him. He breathed long and deep and you wondered how long it had been since he has been able to take such a breath.

“Really?” He asked you.

“Really.”

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rickgrimeswifey · 2 years

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Jack's dad - Aaron Hotchner

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A/n: First Hotch fic, please leave a comment below! NOT PROOFREAD

Category: Kinda slow burn, smut and fluff (threw in a little angst in the end)

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x single mom!fem!reader

Season: some events in this take place in the end of season 6

Warnings: Rough unprotected pinv sex, other than that the smut is pretty vanilla, swearing, smut with plot, little dirty talk, pet names used: sweetheart

Word count: 10.4k (2.5k of those words are pure smut)

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Getting up at six every saturday wasn’t in any lists of my favorite things to do. But when you have a seven year old son who loves playing soccer, you don’t really have a choice. I was down in the kitchen packing food for him to eat after his match and water that he would need while playing. These soccer games were the only thing that made my son, Peyton, get out of bed early. When he came into the kitchen strutting in the clothes he’d wear for his match I couldn’t help but smile. Being a divorced single mom with a father that doesn’t want to see his own son is very challenging at times, moments like these made it all worth it. My son is my best friend, as corny as it might sound, it’s true. There’s no one in this entire world I love to talk to or hang out with more than him.

“You already up and running?” I asked him with a grin.

“Mhm,” he nodded happily. “I’m gonna kill it today out on the field!” Peyton exclaimed excitedly, making me giggle at his silliness.

“I’m sure you will, now tell me what you want to eat before we have to leave. Game’s starting at seven!”

The toast I made for him went down fast and then he went to the bathroom to get ready. After Peyton was done he ran to the front door where his sneakers were waiting for him. I had his soccer shoes in my bag along with his food that I had put in a lunchbox. Faster than I could grab my shoes, Peyton stood rocking back and forth on his feet waiting impatiently.

“Mommy! We’re gonna be late!”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m moving as quickly as I can.” I said while tying my shoelaces.

As soon as the front door opened Peyton ran to the car. I knew we’d arrive a little early but that was okay, he usually took his time getting pumped up and ready for his games. I know this might be a little selfish to say as a parent but I think he really was the best player on the team. He was definitely special, full of talent. When I started the car I needed to remind myself why I voluntarily was out driving this early in the morning. The only reason I went to these games is because of the huge amount of love I have for Peyton. I’d do anything for him.

When we arrived it was around 7AM, which meant that the game started in fifteen minutes or so. I was relieved to see that I wasn’t the first one there. Still, my breath got caught in my throat when I realized who it was out on the field that me and my son were walking towards.

I might’ve lied when I said the only reason why I come to these soccer games is because of how much I love my son. The other teeny tiny reason is because of one of the dads, Aaron Hotchner. He seemed to be a single parent since it was only him who showed at these soccer games and when he didn’t show it was Jack's aunt Jessica that came instead.

I never worked up the courage to talk to the man since he was fairly intimidating. He had this rough exterior to him, that told you he was serious about everything he does. Aaron seemed to only ever smile when he was with his son from what I’d seen. In my head that’s fair although I didn’t understand why. I figured it would make sense if I ever got to know him but I was way too afraid to talk to him. Since he was intensely serious I was afraid he’d think less of me or even just scoff at what I said. I felt that I was about to find out what he was like as soon as we made eye contact. By now me and Peyton were by the field that they were going to play on.

My son saw Jack and immediately left my side. I cursed at myself when I realized I had no choice but to make conversation with Aaron as he left the goal he was finishing setting up and walked towards me.

“Hey, I know who you are and so forth, but I don’t think we’ve ever been properly introduced.” He started with that usual look on his face that sent a shiver down my spine. “I’m Aaron Hotchner.”

I know this man was tall, now that he was standing right in front of me I realized just how tall he is. This man had to be over 6 feet tall. I felt how my size shrunk for every step he had taken towards me. I finally took my hand in his that I had left hanging for a couple seconds longer than necessary.

“(Y/N) (L/N).” I said, shaking his hand.

His handshake was firm just as you’d expect. He offered me a small nod before he continued talking.

“I wanted you to know that your little boy has some serious talent.” Aaron complimented, crossing his arms against his chests. I couldn’t help but notice how this man's muscles flexed as he did.

“Thank you, Aaron. Don’t tell that to him though, his ego could not handle it.” I joked, surprised when my joke earned a light chuckle from the man in front of me.

I had never expected such a serious individual to laugh at such a bad joke. Maybe he was all bark no bite? We continued on making conversation until the other parents started flooding in. Before I knew it the game had passed and the whole time I had only been gawking at Aaron. I’m pretty sure he didn’t feel the way I looked at him as he was way too focused on the soccer game to see anything else that was happening. Once the kids had celebrated the goals they scored Peyton came rushing towards me. He practically jumped up into my lap before his energy vanished.

“You tired, Pey?” I hummed into his hair as I kissed his head.

The only thing I heard from him was a big yawn, I pulled out the lunch box and water from my bag. Handing him the water while I opened and got half a sandwich for him. He happily took it from me while still clinging onto me.

“You did really well out there today,” I praised him while watching over the other parents getting ready to leave. “Did you have fun?” I pulled back to look at him.

He nodded while taking another big bite of his sandwich. I stood up once he finished his sandwich. I knew he’d probably fall asleep in the car and then proceed to take a nap when we got home. I closed the water bottle and lunchbox and packed it away then took my son’s hand in mine. We started walking to the car and as we were almost off the field Aaron said goodbye to us. I smiled and said my goodbyes while Peyton waved at him and Jack.

A week went by until another Saturday soccer game. This time I arrived at the same time as the rest of the parents. I had brought my own camping chair to sit on and the usual stuff for Peyton. I set up my chair and put down my bag before walking over to Aaron with Peyton beside me. He had brought a friend with him and it seemed like he was coaching by the way the kids were starting to gather around the two adults.

“Got a promotion?” I asked, making Aaron turn around to look at me.

“Is it that obvious?” He questioned with a smirk.

“To the parents who don’t just look at their phones, yes. You brought a friend?”

“Uh, yeah. (Y/N), this is David Rossi. My help with the coaching.” Aaron introduced his co-worker.

“Think of it as a package deal.” Rossi joked playfully, earning a giggle from me.

“Good luck with the kids, guys.” I smiled brightly at them before turning to my son. “Do good out there now Pey!”

“I will mommy!” He exclaimed encouragingly before I gave him a high five.

Peyton did awfully good in this soccer game too, it always warmed my heart so much to see how happy this sport made him. It also warmed my heart to see how engaged Aaron was in coaching, how he yelled out to the kids what to do and how he did it was just perfect. The man was perfect at doing anything. My son and Jack's team had won again (even though they didn’t keep score, I did). Aaron and Rossi cheered them on and told them how good they’ve played. They then called out for them to do the ‘tunnel’. Usually I stood up and did it but as Aaron was standing facing me with his hands in the hair against Rossi’s, I felt how it began to tingle in my lower stomach as the wind made his t-shirt blow up a bit so that I could see his lower abdomen. This man did things to me by just laughing along with the kids while unintentionally flashing some skin due to the windy weather.

After the tunnel was over my son came rushing over to me with the biggest grin on his face. I could see by miles that there was something he wanted to ask me, it was obvious by the wave he smiled uncontrollably.

“Mommy…” he began, putting on his best puppy dog eyes.

“Yes, Peyton?” I smiled at him.

“Can we go with Jack to get some ice cream?” he asked, it took me a second to process just who was coming alongside Jack. “Pleaseeeee!”

“Yeah, sure buddy…” I huffed, hoping that Rossi also was coming along.

It’s not that I didn’t want to hangout with Aaron, it’s just the way that he looked at me made me both aroused and nervous. I didn’t know for how much longer I could behave around him, but as long as the kids were around I wasn’t worried. When you have a seven year old, you need to always keep an eye out for them and then you don’t have time to drool over some guy.

I took Peyton’s hand in mine and began walking towards Aaron once I had packed up my stuff. He gave me a small nod before we walked to the parking lot together. Once we got to our cars, Rossi said his goodbyes and I immediately questioned;

“You’re not coming?”

He shook his head and smiled. “No, I have errands to run unfortunately… next time though.”

I nodded and got into my car, completely missing out on the look Aaron shot Rossi’s way. He knew that Rossi was lying, he had already told him that there wasn’t anything going on between him and (Y/N). But Rossi called bullshit on that and decided to try and do a little match making of his own.

While we were on the way to the ice cream shop, I was following Aaron’s car. He was such a gentleman in that way, showing me the way. It was like when a man in an old romance movie took a lady’s hand and led her somewhere. I took this advantage of mine and called out for my son;

“Peyton?”

“Yes, mommy?” he asked from the back, his small voice barely heard over the engine and other cars passing by.

“Do you like Jack? It seems like you guys are becoming good friends.” I smiled at him in the rearviewmirror.

“Yeah, he’s really nice! I like him a lot, he’s almost my best friend.” Peyton informed me, feeding me all the information I wanted to hear.

“Who’s your best friend if he’s not?” I furrowed my eyebrows at him.

“You, mommy.”

“Aww,” I looked lovingly at him. “Well you should invite Jack over sometime honey.” I offered to him softly, watching as his face lit up.

“Really?” He asked excitedly.

I nodded and smiled earning an even bigger smile from the little boy in the back. We had arrived at the shop and went inside, the boys were looking at all the different flavors and debating with each other on which one was the best to get while standing in line. Aaron and I stood behind watching the kids in awe, to every other person in the room we seemed like a regular family.

“You didn’t do the tunnel today.” He suddenly spoke up beside me.

“Pardon?” I asked with a confused smile.

“You always join in when we do the tunnel, but you didn’t today.” Aaron clarified and I wondered how he had noticed such a small detail.

“Oh, I was just so caught up in watching Peyton having fun that I kinda missed it, I guess…” I explained while shrugging.

It wasn’t all a lie, I couldn’t tell him that the main reason why was because I had been too busy gawking at the man I was currently making conversation with.

“You did a really good job today coaching. All of the kids absolutely adore you.” I complimented him, earning a small smile.

“I’m glad to hear that, so you think I’m improving the team?” He smirked playfully.

If I didn’t know any better I’d say he was trying to flirt with me. But I was convinced I was just making something up in my head.

“Oh, absolutely.” I agreed. “If they were keeping scores your team definitely would’ve won, coach.” I joked back at him, fist bumping his shoulder at the last word making him chuckle.

His smile was dangerous from how alluring it was. When he wasn’t wearing the facial expression that made you think he was gonna rip you apart, (he looked like that during parent meetings) he actually seemed so sweet and harmless. My best guess is that he is just a big teddy bear. I couldn’t help but wanting to get closer to him, he was so beautiful and understanding. Everything Peyton’s biological dad wasn’t. Although, I didn’t want to ruin this friendship for Peyton, so I kept my hands to myself. Promising myself that I wouldn’t ever act on this for my son’s sake.

While we ate the ice cream, Peyton had asked Aaron if Jack could come over sometime. The two boys immediately started begging Aaron to let him come over, before answering he looked over at me and searched for my approval. I offered a small smile and nodded that it was okay. That’s how we scheduled the first of many play dates between Jack and Peyton. It was set up for friday afternoon after school and I was going to pick both of them up when their day was over.

It was wednesday and Aaron was out on a case with the team, investigating a serial killer that went after local (Y/H/C) haired women. Since these women all had the same hair colors as the woman who’s recently been getting in contact with his son, Aaron saw it as the perfect opportunity to find out if he wanted Jack to go over to her house. He picked up his phone, even though he knew it was wrong, and dialed the one person he knew couldn’t catch him in a lie.

“Garcia?”

“Yes, sir?”

“I need you to check a potential victim for me, her name is (Y/N) (L/N).” Aaron lied to Penelope, but he needed to know who he was letting his son get close to.

“Uh, there’s nothing here that sticks out really… except that she wasn’t born in the area that you’re in.” Penelope said.

“Criminal records?” He couldn’t help himself from asking even though he knew it was highly unlikely.

“None, sir.”

“Alright, thank you Garcia.”

Once he hung up and turned around he closed his eyes and cursed himself mentally. Rossi stood behind him with his arms crossed and a disappointed look plastered over his features.

“Really, Aaron?” he asked. “That woman is harmless. I’ve met her, besides, you know it yourself, she’s a total sweetheart.”

Aaron sighed and nodded to signalize that he knew that but both men knew exactly why he couldn’t help himself. He walked past Rossi and back to the rest of the team who were discussing the new clues they’d gotten.

I pulled up to the school on friday, smiling as I saw the two small boys running towards my car in excitement. They got inside of a side each on the car and I waited until they had buckled up their seatbelts. I had gotten an extra booster seat for Jack so that they’d be riding in the car securely. The two were so caught up in discussing what they were gonna do when they got to our house that they forgot to greet me. I was fine with that though, as long as I got to watch them be so happy.

The several hours that passed before Aaron came to pick up Jack around 6PM felt like ten minutes. The boys’ laughter had been heard throughout the house every single minute they’d spent inside it. Now here I stood face to face with Aaron who had his suit on him. I’d never seen him in his work clothes before but he was sexier than usual. The boys were cleaning up in Peyton’s room, therefore I had invited Aaron inside. So here we were inside of the house in front of the front door, the staircase beside us.

“Has Jack been good?” he asked, raising an eyebrow which I laughed at lightly.

“Yes, of course. He’s a total sweetheart.” I smiled at him while putting my hand to my chest. “They’ve been giggling like crazy ever since I picked them up at school.”

Aaron smiled at me. “I’m glad to hear that… Jack is more confident around Peyton, he isn’t much of a talker normally.”

“I guess they really enjoy each other’s company then… Peyton talks a lot, it’s kinda a bad habit of his.” I confessed making Aaron nod a bit at me with a soft smile.

Just then the boys came rushing down the stairs, they practically flew down as they ran.

“No running on the stairs!” Both me and Aaron scolded at the same time making both the children stop like a deer caught in headlights.

“Sorry,” was heard from both of them.

A month had passed since Jack had been over at my house, since then he’d slept over once on the weekend after that week. Then Peyton went over to Aaron's place also and spent the night there. But they were mostly at my house since Aaron worked quite a lot.

It was now another friday afternoon and around 5PM my doorbell rang. I walked towards the front door with Peyton following me like a tail. He and I knew exactly who were on the other side of that door. Me and Aaron had scheduled another sleepover for the boys because of how much time they liked to spend together. I had heard from two teachers at the elementary school they went to that Peyton and Jack had hung out a lot more. The boys were basically inseparable.

I opened the door to find Aaron standing there in a typical dad sweater and jeans with his hand on Jack's shoulder. The minute the two children made eye contact their energy went from zero to a hundred.

“Hi!” I smiled brightly at Jack then looked over at Aaron. “Nice to see you again.”

“Hi Miss (L/N).” Jack smiled widely, filled with excitement.

“Come on in guys, Peyton’s been impatiently waiting ever since we left school.” I chuckled softly, earning a death stare from my son.

Aaron also stepped through the door and handed his son the bag he had currently been carrying. “Be good now, Jack.”

Jack nodded rapidly with a huge grin on his face when all of a sudden his father’s phone began ringing. He looked down at who was calling then quickly excused himself and went outside onto the front porch again. By the way he closed the front door behind him and the slight frown on his face, I could tell that whatever he was going to be told wasn’t good.

“Oh no,” Jack said while frowning.

“What is it honey?” I asked concerned.

“He probably has to work.” The little boy said with a pair of puppy dog eyes as if he thought I could do something about it.

“What?” Peyton questioned sadly. “That’s not fair!”

“Boys, calm down. We don’t know anything for sure. Let’s not speculate…” I convinced them, but by the way Jack reacted to his father’s body language convinced me that he actually would have to leave for work.

When he came back inside we all stood waiting for him. Aaron bent down and looked Jack in the eyes sympathetically.

“Jack, buddy. I’m sorry but I got called in on a case. You’ll have to stay over some other time… now we gotta get you to aunt Jessica.” He explained and frowned at the huff of disappointment Jack left out.

“No! I wanna stay here!” he argued.

“You know that you can’t do that Jack… I will probably be gone the whole weekend and even on monday.” Aaron continued on frowning at his son, seeing how unhappy this made him.

My mom-heart hurt for the two boys knowing how unhappy it would make them to have this sleepover that had been planned for two weeks taken away from them. I couldn’t help myself before I had proposed;

“He could stay here the whole weekend and until monday… I wouldn’t mind and I don’t think Peyton would either. Besides, he has already brought clothes and a toothbrush.”

Aaron looked up at me and it felt like he was inspecting my whole body from the way he looked at me. I could tell he didn’t exactly like the thing I’d proposed and he stood up straight again as the boys began pleading him to let Jack stay over. Before saying ‘yes’ or ‘no’ he turned to me.

“Could I talk with you for a minute privately, (Y/N)?” He asked, his tone laced with something that I didn’t know what it was. It sounded serious, aggressive, soft, concerning and seductive all at once.

“Yeah, of course.” I agreed and by the way he looked at me it felt as if I had the scolding of the year waiting for me. “You boys stay here, alright?”

“Okay…” they both sighed before plopping down onto the second step of the stairs.

As we entered the kitchen I slightly leaned onto the kitchen island behind me while Aaron stood with his arms crossed in front of me. The next things to come out of his mouth weren’t at all what I thought he would say. I’d been imagining on my way in here that he would begin to scold me but that wasn’t the case. Instead he told me;

“Look, I couldn’t possibly ask you to have Jack for an entire weekend, and possibly on Monday or even longer. He’s not your responsibility and it costs money to take care of an additional child… him and Peyton are usually pretty loud while playing and it might be hard to get them in bed by bedtime… I don’t know... I don’t want to put that much responsibility on you.”

“Aaron, listen. It’s not a month he’s going to be staying here. Besides, I am financially independent enough to care for two children for half a week. I really like having Jack here, he’s an extremely nice kid. It’ll be fine and I’ll take good care of him, I promise.” I reasoned with him watching how he chewed his bottom lip in thought.

He wasn’t doubting his trust for you, it was just that so many things could go wrong for example if Jack fell and scraped his knee. Then you’d think that he was mad at you when he wouldn’t be. He just didn’t want anything to possibly mess up this friendship of yours.

After a minute of silence Aaron agreed on letting Jack stay over. “Just call me if anything goes wrong or you need anything. Okay?”

“Yeah, I will. Now go to work Aaron.” I ushered him out of the kitchen back to the kids who were sitting on the stairs, Jack showing up a new toy he’d brought along.

“Okay guys, good news… you can stay over until your father comes back, Jack.” I informed and in a heartbeat the two boys jumped up and down in excitement before hurrying up to Peytons room, shouting thank you’s from the top of the stairs.

“Promise me to call if there’s any problem and don’t be afraid to ask me if you want money for Jack’s food-” Aaron began rambling but cut himself off when he felt my hand on his bicep.

He glanced quickly at my hand then into my eyes. The words I was going to say were long gone as his gaze made me melt on the spot. With my knees weak I gathered up enough sense for me to form words.

“Relax, Aaron…” I mumbled, looking into his eyes then slowly sliding my hand further down his arm until it completely left his body.

He took a small step forward and I felt myself shrink in size as his gaze got more intense.

“Promise me…” he whispered, his eyes shamelessly glancing over all of my features.

“I promise.” I answered in the same low tone, I wasn’t quite sure exactly what it was I was promising anymore as this felt way beyond his son.

Aaron pressed his lips into a thin line for a second when he realized what was happening and stepped back. Even though how close he was standing wasn’t enough for (Y/N) to feel his breath fanning onto her skin, it was enough for the tension to build between them. Like he had said before he didn’t want anything to screw up your friendship so he said goodbye as he usually did then took his leave.

The weekend went by fast and Aaron had texted me on Saturday night to tell me that he was hoping to get done with work tomorrow. Then, on Sunday afternoon I got a text that said that he was going to have to work Monday too, I told him that it was okay and I understood. Although, I could feel his guilt through the phone. Monday rolled by fast and he texted around five that they were done with the case and they would board the jet in an hour or so. The flight was long though since he was all the way across the country. Therefore I wasn’t surprised by the sharp knocks that were heard from the front door around eleven while I was sitting in the living room. Aaron knocked softer than usual because he knew the kids were asleep and didn’t want to wake them even though they were all the way upstairs. I tied my kimono over my nightgown and walked towards the front door.

When I opened my front door, I found Aaron standing outside with his suit on. His tie was a mess indicating that he’d undone sometime on his way back from the case. It occurred that every time I saw this man in a new type of clothing or just his tie untied he’d become sexier than usual. And he was extremely sexy. I cursed myself again for being so easily affected, feeling how my breath got caught in my throat.

“Hey…” Aaron sighed tiredly. “How are you doing?”

“Hi Aaron,” I smiled softly at him. “I’m doing good, how are you?” I asked him concerned. The poor man looked as if he hadn’t slept for days.

“I’m fine (Y/N).” He reassured me just as if he could see that I was worried about him.

Come to think about it, he could probably tell because of what he does for a living. He’d told me he was a fbi-agent but not much of what he does. I guess cops are good at body language and such things.

“Are you sure? You look exhausted Aaron, come on in by the way.” I moved aside watching him carefully while he stepped inside.

“I’m fine, I promise.” This time he was the one placing his hand onto my arm. “How has it gone with the boys?”

“Oh, they’ve been great. Such sweethearts are what they are… when you have them for longer than a day they actually get quieter and quieter. We watched a movie together and I read for them. We’ve done all kinds of stuff actually.” I started smiling while babbling through the memories I'd made with them this past weekend.

“I’m glad to hear that you’ve had fun together.” Aaron smiled genuinely, removing his hand from me. “I’m just going to go and get Jack then we’ll be out of your hair. Thank you for taking such good care of him (Y/N).”

He turned to his side and began walking to the stairs when I once again couldn’t keep my mouth shut and just had to continue on inviting people to stay over at my house.

“Aaron! Hold on.” I grabbed onto his arm making him immediately stop and his turn to look at me wonderingly. “Why don’t you just stay over this night? It’s a shame to wake the boys up, they’ve been asleep since eight o’clock and you can stay over in the guest room.”

He looked taken back by my suggestion, he was probably wondering why I kept on being so good to him and offering kind gestures.

“I really don’t want to be a burden (Y/N), I mean Jack’s already been here until monday night.”

“You’re not! Aaron, I really enjoy having you and Jack here.” I smiled, rubbing my thumb against his bare skin where the arm of his suit jacket ended. This action made him look deeper into my eyes than before, the look he was giving me made me feel warm and fuzzy inside. “Have you brought along any clothes from your work trip?” I gulped nervously, his ways of just staring at me making me want to giggle as a school girl.

He nodded shortly before excusing himself to go get them. In a matter of thirty seconds he was back inside my house again. I nodded with my head for him to follow along to the guest bedroom. He walked closely behind me on our way up the stairs, this action making me feel both nervous and secure. Nervous because he was so close to me and secure because I felt like if someone were to try and attack me in my own home tonight, Aaron would be there to protect me with his life.

I entered the room alongside Aaron and told him that he could wash up in the guest bathroom and I’d go get sheets to make the bed with. To be fully honest I hadn’t had anyone sleeping in here for a long time therefore the bed wasn’t made. I came back inside the room a minute later and Aaron was still in the bathroom getting ready for bed. Making beds was always a struggle for me, having to crawl over the whole thing while trying to put on the sheets. Bed making is one of those tasks that I’d rather leave to someone else. Just when I had crawled off the double bed Aaron exited the bathroom. He was wearing a pair of dark blue checkered pajama pants along with a white t-shirt, and shit… he looked even sexier like this. I mumbled that I had finished setting up before heading towards the door.

“Thanks again, for everything.” Aaron suddenly thanked me with a soft voice.

I looked over my shoulder and offered him a smile. “Sleep well, Hotchner.”

The next morning I woke up early and had already gotten ready around six. I stood in the kitchen making breakfast for everyone, waffles to be exact. I had learned that waffles is a favorite starter of the day with the two little boys. The clock was almost seven when Aaron came into the kitchen, fully dressed and fixed in his suit and he looked like he’d slept well. He seemed to be an early bird just like me, I knew it was more of a parenting thing instead of something you’d do voluntarily.

“Morning.” I smiled at him while stirring the batter.

He nodded at me briefly. “Anything I can help with?”

“Oh, uh, yes actually! You can get the orange juice ready, it’s one of those that needs to be blended with water.” I instructed him, pointing towards the refrigerator.

He got the package from the fridge then looked completely lost. I now understood he needed a jug.

“Oh sorry, let me get a jug out for you.” I apologized quietly before opening the kitchen cabinet, which was way out of my reach.

I stood on my toes, grunting as I tried to reach it. Aaron watched me struggle for a moment and when he realized I wouldn’t be able to get it down he stepped in.

“Let me get that for you.” He said before walking up close behind me.

I felt his strong and tall figure reaching over me, consuming my shadow with his own in a second. I felt the warmth of his body against mine when our bodies collided for a second or two. I looked down onto the ground and felt my cheeks heat up.

“Thank you…” I mumbled awkwardly after he stepped back from me again.

We continued on making breakfast normally after that except that we didn’t say another word. I guess what I had felt he had too, it had always been there, it was just more intense now. It took everything for me not to let him absolutely ravish me on my kitchen counter like a slut, right here, right now.

By now the boys had woken up by themselves. Both Aaron and I heard them rushing down the stairs, guessing they’d smelled the waffles. When they stepped into the kitchen Jack's eyes immediately lit up.

“Daddy!” he exclaimed happily before rushing towards his father.

Aaron happily scooped Jack up and gave him a kiss on the forehead before holding him close telling him how much he’d missed him.

“I hope you boys are hungry.” I singsang from where I was standing, making Peyton jump onto his seat at the table.

Aaron had set the table nicely, the two boys sitting on a side together leaving him and I to sit beside each other. The three boys sat down and waited for me to serve the food. I walked up with waffles stacked on a plate, handing out one each to the boys before taking a seat. I poured the juice into their cups while Aaron helped open the maple syrup. Once they had begun eating and we could dig in, I missed how he looked over at me. Watching me with love in his eyes, this had been a feeling Aaron had missed. The feeling of family, the feeling of belonging together. He soon realized that he might have some feelings for you, although he’d been in denial about it since he first felt it. Everything about you was perfect, you were kind, responsible, funny and the way you acted around the kids is so wholesome and domestic. You were the perfect wife material in his eyes.

As I cleaned up in the kitchen the kids were brushing their teeth before they would be driven to school by Aaron, he had offered so kindly to drive them since I’ve had them the entire weekend. He also kept telling me that he would ‘make it up to me’, I wasn’t completely sure what he meant by that but all I knew was that he was in fact a man of his word.

What Aaron had meant by making it up to me occurred to be that he hosted sleepovers for the boys on the weekends for the three months that had gone by. I asked him to let me host the sleepover after the first two he’d had but he refused, now he’d had Peyton over at his house five weekends in three months. It seemed that he wanted to continue on this way until I got a call from him on this particular Friday morning. Peyton and Jack had a sleepover scheduled for tonight and the dilemma was that Aaron had been called in on a case. This time instead of not being completely onboard with Jack staying over for a few days, he was the one proposing the question.

It had become a routine for the one sleeping over on a friday to bring along his bag to school. It took away the pleasure for me to be able to see Aaron but I’d still see him when he came to pick his son up. It felt okay to only see him then because they still had the soccer games he was coaching at and it had become a regular thing for you to bring him and Rossi coffee every saturday. Rossi saw the way you two looked at each other and tried to talk Aaron into making a move on you but he only dismissed his colleagues suspicions.

Over the time that had passed, I realized that I’d become worried for Aaron everytime I knew he was out on a case. You see, he’d opened up more to me about what he exactly does. It only then occurred to me just how dangerous his job was, although I knew he could handle it. I mean… look at the man!

It felt to me as if Jack was becoming my second son. Not because of the amount he had spent over at my house, it was also due to the fact of how much time I spent with him, Peyton and Aaron. We’d go out and eat at restaurants together, we even celebrated Peytons birthday together. I mean it felt a lot as if we were a family, the only issue was that I’d never confess my undying love for Aaron Hotchner.

The weekend Jack spent over passed by fast, the three of us played games. I taught them how to play jenga, but it wasn't anywhere near a favorite with them. They thought it was pretty boring and instead ran off to play outside. It was now Sunday afternoon when Aaron rang the doorbell he’d installed for me, turns out he was quite handy too. There wasn’t one thing about him I disliked.

When you opened the door you smiled at Aaron with that exact smile that always caused his heart to melt. You weren’t like any woman he had ever met before and he loved every part of you. You stepped forward to bring him into a quick embrace, from how close you’d grown it wasn’t a weird thing. The only weird thing about it was that none of you wanted to let go, the hug was a few seconds long for just having friendly intentions.

I rubbed my palms against the fabrics of my jeans and nodded at him once we’d pulled away from each other. Aaron stepped inside the house and closed the door gently behind him, as he always did even if he was in a hurry. I’d never once witnessed him slam a door.

“Jack, honey! Your father’s here!” I shouted up the stairs hearing the faint footsteps starting to walk around the room.

Both Aaron and I knew that meant the boys were cleaning up the toys they’d been playing with. It is constantly something new every single week, last week they were pirates, now they are firefighters. But the all-time favorite was being cops, both of the two looked up to Aaron. They thought he was a superhero, Jack had influenced Peyton to believe so at first and then when he heard Aarons stories about work, he was convinced that Jack’s dad was in fact, a superhero.

The next week went by as regular, I worked and worked and worked. Then the week after that I had gained a day off on Thursday. Everything passed by as usual until that Thursday when I had my day off. It was a windy and gray day outside, no rain had erupted from the sky yet but by the looks of it it was about to happen any second. The clock was somewhere around the middle of the day meaning that Peyton was in school. I had just finished up some laundry when the doorbell rang, my eyebrows furrowed in thought. I had no idea who could show up at my house at this time of day.

As I opened the door I was met by Aaron, he had a troubled look on his face and was dressed in his normal work clothes. Something had clearly happened from the way he was looking at me.

“Hey (Y/N), I’m sorry for coming over without a warning…” Aaron sighed heavily. “Can I talk to you inside for a minute? Please?”

He had known she’d be home because he knew everything about her. Everything and every side of herself she’d shown or taught him, he remembered. Last week when she was picking up Peyton from a play date at his place she’d mentioned her day off and said that she looked forward to it, since her job was killing her at the moment. Her boss had been stressing the life out of her, he wanted to help her but there wasn’t anything he could possibly do.

“Yeah, of course. Are you alright?” I asked out of concern, I couldn’t even help it by now the question just slipped out naturally. “Can I offer you anything to drink?” I wondered while he stepped through the door.

“No, I’m good, thank you.”

“Aaron, you’re clearly upset, let me at least get you something to drink…” I plead wanting to do anything to make him feel better.

He nodded and mumbled an ‘okay’ before following me into the kitchen. I had previously made coffee, so I grabbed a mug and poured it up for him. Making it exactly the way he enjoys it the most. Aaron scratched at the handle of the mug while staring down at the kitchen island, he knew he had to say something but didn’t know where to start. There were so many things he wanted, no need to say before he left your house today.

Aaron had one hand placed flat against the marble worktop and the other with his fingers rubbing his temple. He had started saying anything until you placed your hand on top of his, grabbing onto it. He looked deep into your eyes, seeing your worry for him. You’d never once witnessed him like this and it made you nervous to say the least.

“I’m going away…” he sighed and my eyes widened.

A million questions began running through my head at the same time but only one managed to slip past my lips;

“What?”

“It’s work…” he sighed, taking a hold of your hand as well. “I’ve been assigned to temporary duty with an investigative task force in Pakistan.” Only now Aaron dares to look up into your eyes and he can see that a dozen questions are running through your brain.

“Why are you telling me this? Aren’t you supposed to be working right now?” I questioned him.

“I left as soon as I could to tell you…” he confessed and it surprised me. He’d left work just to be able to tell me that he was going away. “I don’t know why (Y/N), it felt right.”

“Well, how long are you going to be gone for? Who’s going to take care of Jack?” I hadn’t noticed myself that I had started tearing up, I had no idea why this was so emotional.

As soon as Aaron saw the tears threatening to spill from my eyes he stood up and hovered over me. I backed further up against the kitchen island until he was standing over me. His body was merely a couple of centimeters away from him. I felt his hands cup my cheeks and he continued on looking into my eyes intensely.

“It could be anything from two weeks to a couple of months, I was hoping maybe you and Jessica could have Jack for a week each… I know you’re not his mother or anything, it's just that he likes you so much and feels safe with you that I wouldn't rather have him anywhere else.” Aaron explained in a soft tone, wiping the tear that fell from my eye with his thumb.

“Yeah, of course I can have Jack here… it’s just… Do you have to leave?” My voice broke asking the question.

He nodded, bringing me into a tight hug, soothingly rubbing my back with his hand. He told me that he was going to be fine and I didn’t doubt that it’s just that I didn’t want to be away from him that long. I felt pathetic because I felt that way. Why? It was the fact that he and I weren’t even together or anything and I still cared this much that he was going away for weeks. I had no idea if the thing he was going to do was dangerous or not, in case it was… I had to get out everything I was feeling for him. I couldn’t risk him dying and never knowing what I’ve been feeling for him all because I am afraid.

“I- I think I love you, Aaron…” I whispered into his chest carefully.

I didn’t want to pull away from this secure embrace, we were holding onto each other as if it was the last time we ever could. He still had his arms wrapped around me as he pulled back a bit in surprise.

“What did you say…?” Aaron questioned, wondering if he had just imagined the words that had left her lips in a whisper.

“I said, I think I love you, Aaron.” I looked up at him while speaking softly.

My hands around his waist were loosening up for each second passing, his arms left around my shoulder then cupped my cheeks once again. “I love you too, (Y/N).”

Those were the last words I heard before my hearing went numb and I felt my legs give out. I thought my heart would explode from how fast it was beating when I saw Aaron lean in slowly. He stopped right in front of my lips, just barely brushing them with his own. I felt his breath on my face, both of us breathing heavily just hoping for that kiss to happen. We shut our eyes and that’s when it happened, the first kiss. It felt like I was in a movie, I felt my entire body melt into his touch as the first kiss was soft.

I brought my hands up to his neck when we broke apart after the first kiss. We opened our eyes to look at each other and our gazes had changed drastically. Now we only saw lust and desire. Aaron’s hands quickly found my thighs and helped me up onto the kitchen island meanwhile he connected our lips into a rough kiss. He stood in between my legs and pulled me towards him as our kisses grew sloppy and hot.

Aaron soon enough moved down onto my neck and began nipping, sucking and biting. My hips rolled against him in search for friction and he pressed me against his growing erection. I moaned when he found my sweet spot and began placing kisses there, his rough stubble tickling my sensitive skin. After a while he began kissing his way up to my lips again. My hands roamed his clothed chest as he groped my ass and continued on pressing me against him.

“I need you.” I whispered in between sloppy kisses. “Take me upstairs Aaron.”

His wish was my command, he put his hand under my thighs and grabbed me off the counter. Not breaking our kiss once he began walking towards the stairs. When Aaron accidentally bumped me against the railing I couldn’t help but to throw my head back slightly while I giggled. he immediately latched his lips onto my throat, once again finding my sweet spot as he made his way up the stairs.

After he swung my bedroom door open there was no going back. Aaron threw me down onto the bed and then crawled onto the bed himself. He separated my legs to then place his hand against my cloth covered core while he got on top of me. I moaned into his ear when he applied pressure to my clit with his thumb through my pants. I bucked my hips against his hand wanting more friction, Aaron had his mouth kissing all the exposed parts of my chest listening to every sound I made.

He then slowly pulled my shirt off before kissing at all the new flesh he could come into contact with. Although, he waited with taking off my bra. I could tell extra much now that Aaron was a man with a lot of patience and if he wanted to he could easily turn me into a begging mess. I started tugging onto his hair to make him go somewhere more useful, either up or down it didn’t matter. He easily noticed how fast I was growing impatience and looked up at me with mischief in his eyes.

“You haven’t had a man taken care of you for a while, have you?” Aaron smirked, teasing me.

“Please…” I started to beg, trying to thrust down onto his hand. “Please, Aaron.”

“Please what?” His hand trailed from between my legs to my face, caressing my skin along the way.

“I need you… right now.”

From those words I saw the look in his eyes darken even more than before. He then without another word tugged my pants off of me and then snapped my bra open. I shivered feeling his fingertips dance against my soft skin while he slid my bra off me. Immediately, Aaron gripped onto my breast with one hand, mouth getting to work on the other. His other hand caressed my stomach slowly going further and further down, his actions taking my breath away and letting butterflies erupt in my stomach in a way I'd never felt before.

He ran his finger along the edge of my underwear before slipping his hand inside. Aaron licked in between my tits before kissing upwards towards my mouth. Once our lips had connected he slid one of his digits inside of me, his hand that had previously been groping my breast was now on my hip pressing me further down onto the bed. The kiss we shared silenced the gasp that left me, he started fucking me with his finger slowly, getting me ready for another one. I had my hands on his back, pressing him closer and closer against me.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” Aaron mumbled against my lips and I could hear the moan that left my mouth at his words.

While he continued on slowly pumping in and out of me with his finger I took off his suit jacket. He let me easily slide it off while he continued on kissing me roughly, I then began unbuttoning his shirt after undoing his tie. Aaron removed his hand from my hip and quickly slid out of me to remove the remaining clothing on his upper body. He wasted no time once they were off to get back inside me, this time two fingers at the same time. I gripped onto the sheets and arched my back feeling the stretch from just his fingers. Aaron smirked at me while he watched me moan and cry out for him to finger me faster.

Truth to be told was that I hadn’t been touched from what I could remember since Peyton was born, I never found time too. And I didn’t have his dad around to love me either since he took off the moment he found out I was pregnant.

This time when Aaron leaned down to my level he started leaving marks across my chest, biting down onto the sensitive skin around my nipple. His other hand had found its old place on my hip, holding my body in place. I grinded down onto his fingers, wanting more and more by each second that passed.

I audibly whimpered when I felt Aaron starting to thrust his fingers into me harder with the same steady pace as before. He had sped up a tiny bit but was going harder on me. I took my hand and caressed his cheek making him look at me.

“Come on…” I moaned, feeling how he didn’t stop curling his fingers instead of me for a second. “Up here…”

He obeyed and positioned himself with his head hovering over mine, still with his fingers buried deep inside of me. I dug my nails into the back of his neck and pressed my lips rough against his. Aaron sped up his pace with his fingers making me moan even louder. He was getting me ready for him, I knew that he knew I hadn’t been with a man for a long time. Mostly because I had confirmed it about ten minutes ago but also because he had studied me before and my body language around him. I was insecure of what the right move was as if I'd forgotten how to behave around a man, he knew that he made you nervous and he’d be lying if he didn’t confess that it turned him on quite a bit.

“Aaron…” I begged within a long and loud moan. “I’m ready for you.” I began fiddling with his belt, trying to get it open with my shaking hand.

My whole body had become putty from his touches, I wanted to finish with him not from his fingers. I wanted to be one with him, he was leaving after all. I had no idea when but he was, all that mattered right now though was to be able to spend a night (or day) with him.

I felt how his fingers slowly slipped out of me and he freed his belt from his trousers. His hard-on painfully obvious through his slacks. I bit down on my lip while I watched him undo his pants. He slid them off along with his boxers revealing his size to me. I almost gulped nervously at the size of it. For a man that size he sure is humble about it, most men would be bragging but Aaron was different. More mature and grown.

He then slipped his fingers under the fabric of my panties on each side before gently and sensually sliding them off my body. My thighs smacked together once my legs were free from his hands, searching for any kind of friction and release they could get. Aaron then put a hand each on my thighs and pressed them apart, getting a look at my cunt. He bit down on his lower lip as he pumped his erection twice.

For a final time he got on top of me, this time lining himself up at my entrance. I immediately wrapped my legs around him, allowing more access to let him do whatever he wants to me. My arms were wrapped around his back, hands resting at his shoulder blades. Aaron looked into my eyes and placed his hands on my hips, once again holding me down against the mattress. I threw my head back against the pillow feeling his tips entering me, then another inch and another. He kept going until his whole length was inside of me. My whole body shook and I breathed heavily while digging deep into his back with my fingernails. He gave me some time to adjust before almost completely sliding out of me.

Aarons breath was also shaking as he thrusted into me again. He pulled back and did it again, I moaned as he fucked me slow, at first, into the mattress. I didn’t think about the marks I left on his back by scratching down as hard as I did. While my nails dug into his back, his dug into my hips. We both just breathed shakily into each other's mouths, none having the power or self control to lean into a kiss.

“Please, faster…” I begged, looking straight into his eyes.

He almost moaned at the sight of me, begging for him. Aaron had been dreaming of this for such a long time and now he wanted nothing more than to please you better than you could ever dream of. He gripped on harder to your hips and steadied himself better on the bed by sitting up more, so any chance you had of kissing him was now gone. Aaron then began pounding away in and out of you. The pace he now had was at least four times quicker than the last one. For a man his age he was extremely well kept and physically fit. I gripped onto the sheets for dear life feeling how my entire body was on fire. My legs jerked as they were resting helplessly on the mattress.

I couldn’t help but to feel my eyes roll back into the place furthest back in my head from the insane amount of pleasure Aaron was providing for me. He had the capability to hold a steady rhythm like no other man I’d ever been with before. It was as if he’d known my body all his life, he also listened to what I wanted precisely and gave me exactly that.

“Harder! Aaron!” I arched my back feeling how he filled me up just perfectly.

He then took a hold of my legs and threw them over his shoulders, allowing him to go deeper into me. Aaron was losing his self control, he began pounding animalistically and his thrusts were brutal. He showed no mercy now and my thighs weren’t there to stop his hips from slamming into my skin anymore. I could feel how his entire length disappeared into me then came back out to even more brutally slam back in.

“Oh my gosh!” I cried out, my hands trying to find something to desperately hold onto as my body now flew into the mattress with every thrust that I received from Aaron.

I bit down on my lip harshly to contain the moans trying to force their way out of my mouth. I looked at Aaron, watching how his strong hands had my hips in a tight grip. My tits moved up and down with each thrust and each thrust getting me closer to my release. This felt way better than what I’d thought, Aaron pounding away on me like I belonged to him felt so much better than what I’d ever imagined. And I had imagined it a lot.

I heard Aaron moan for the first time when my walls squeezed him. His head dropped backwards and I had to whimper at the sight of him. How was it possible for someone to be so attractive?

“Shit sweetheart, do that again.” He groaned, feeling my walls clench around him again.

My legs shook while I felt a knot in my stomach, I knew I was close and by the looks of it he was too. Aaron’s hands traveled from my hips to my legs, where he could feel how they shook violently. He couldn’t help the smirk appearing on his face when he realized how good he was fucking you.

Aarons hands caressed my body while continuing to thrust into me violently, I couldn’t help but to cry out loudly feeling how I was almost over the edge now. He had complete control over me while I laid there being a helpless moaning mess.

I knew it was over for me the second Aaron pushed my legs forward and began angling his thrusts, fucking me even deeper. I felt the stretch on the underside of my legs and groaned at the feeling of it. I didn’t expect to be this flexible at this age and I don’t think Aaron did either from the deep rough moan that was heard from him. I could now reach for his arms that were holding onto the bed for support, one on the headboard and one beside my head. The whole bed was moving from how hard Aaron was going, slamming into the wall every now and then.

“Aaron!” I screamed, clawing at his arms leaving long, red stretch marks.

The next minute my head was literal mashed potatoes. I felt how the knot in my stomach untied and the intense feeling of pleasure spreading throughout my whole body. Witnessing me finish did it for Aaron, he thrusted roughly a few more times, riding out my orgasm before burying himself in me as deep as he could. I was so caught up in my own euphoria that the warm feeling of his seed filling me up almost went unnoticed.

After he finished and his dick softened and slowly slipped out of me, he released my legs from his devilish position. They shook aggressively as they hit the mattress, I laid there trying to catch my breath and think through what the hell just happened. My chest and neck had flushed from the intense orgasm. Aaron stroked his fingers against my outer thigh before moving towards the bathroom. He came back out a minute later and began cleaning me up, after he was done cleaning us both up he leaned down to kiss me softly.

“Sorry if I got a little carried away, did I hurt you in any way?” He moved strands of hair out of my face while asking gently.

“No, I’m fine.” I whispered, patting on the bed beside me.

Aaron got the message and laid down behind me, spooning with me. He kissed me behind my ear and after that we began having a more serious conversation about him going away and how to tell the children that we were now officially dating. And I was probably the future Mrs. Hotchner.

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quotes from a fan's recap of the young veins' show at the masquerade in atlanta on 24 march 2010

(this is quite a long one but definitely worth it!)

We stood up close to the barricade- I guess second or third row if someone put it in a row perspective and it mattered. What mattered is it was ridiculously close and the venue is already tiny. Before the show started, I went over to see if they had merch even though I fully suspected that they probably did not. Turns out they had three shirts ($15 each) and I bought two of them because how could I not?

While the next band was setting up, Ryan picked up an amp and carried it over to help. Everyone was mostly like, “He can carry that thing?” or “Show off” or “It‘s really hollow inside.”

Next was The Young Veins. They come out, Ryan wearing what he’d been wearing the whole tour so far and Nick Murray in a fresh shirt today, and start setting up the stage. I don’t think they got a sound check because it took a good fifteen or twenty minutes to get everything to sound okay -Ryan and Jon telling the sound guy what to turn up and down and so on. Most of us were just mesmerized enough to be cool with that.

Honestly, Ryan has more stage presence as a front man than I would have predicted (or probably given him credit for before this show). At one point Jon started talking about the album and then he told Ryan that he got the information off of their Wikipedia. Ryan obviously wasn’t expecting that answer because he cracked up. After listening to all the songs, I really think this album is going to be better than I was expecting. “Cape Town” is my favourite, possibly, but really, it seems like a solid, well-made bunch of songs. And Ryan has quite the lung capacity. I never saw it coming. There’s hope for our boys yet!

After the show, they were tearing down their equipment and some girls called him over to the side of the stage and Kelsey assumed they were going to ask for the set list. They didn’t though so she called out to Ryan and asked for it. He went over and got his for her and she handed it to me. He took Jon and Andy’s set lists and tossed them into the crowd where Andy’s was instantly ripped into pieces by vicious fangirls. It was a bit scary. When they were finished packing things up, Ryan went to head off the stage and tripped, but caught himself.

Since the Masquerade is the coolest venue ever, I waited a few minutes, then walked right out back where the band had assembled. A few other fans went out back too and I walked out with Ryan’s gift basket.

“Ryan,” Kelsey called, then looked at me. “You wanna give it to him?” “This is for you,” is all I said and held it out. I was mentally flipping out because I’ve only been trying and failing when it comes to meeting this guy for years and now all of a sudden there he was. Ryan just smiled and said, “What did I do to deserve this?”

I told him I had just been trying to meet him forever so it was kind of like a gift to him because I had finally gotten to meet him and was celebrating. He’s a hard guy to get close to! I pointed to the fox in the basket and said, “That‘s your pet fox until you get a real one. This one will tour better.” He smiled and said, “I might feed it to my real fox when I get one. How‘s that?” I was pretty much like, “Fine with me!” because really, anything he wanted would probably be fine with me. He thanked me, all shy and sweet, and said he was going to set the basket out of the way.

Some other girls called him over and Jon, Andy, and Nick Murray were all standing around so I pulled out my bag and started handing out silly string. Of course the first thing Mr. Jon Walker does is shake it up and spray silly string all over Nick. Nick looked down at his shirt and got this very kicked puppy look about him. So I handed one to Nick and told him to retaliate. Jon ran off with his can and to some other fans, but he kept spraying people. In a few minutes, he had sprayed Nick, Will (tour manager), Andy, me, Kelsey, Ryan, and some people I didn’t know. Ryan saw his shoulder covered in silly string and proceeded to try to decorate his shoulder with it. I gave Ryan his silly string to retaliate and he forgot to shake it so when he sprayed it on Will it mostly just came out this watery liquid and soaked the guy’s shirt in a spot. FailRoss strikes again.

I asked if I could hug him and I’ve been anticipating hugging that boney kid for quite some time, but you know what? It was like the softest hug I’ve ever gotten. It wasn’t at all like I expected. It was delicate and fragile and soft. It was better than I thought though. Way better.

We saw Nick White and gave him his silly string. We told him the others had some so it was best to be ready to defend himself. He laughed and took it before running off with it in hand. A few minutes later, Ryan and Jon end up by the merch booth and a decent amount of fans gathered to meet them. We gave Jon his choice of the thread bracelets and he chose three of them and then said, “I can braid them together. Want to see me braid them?” He looked around for a moment then held the ends of the three bracelets up to me. “Here, hold these.” he said, so I did and he started braiding them really quickly. “Have you ever had braiding competitions to see who could braid the fastest?” he asked me, but honestly, I’d never even thought of having braid competitions. Apparently, Mr. Walker does this in his spare time or something. We then tied them around his wrist and got him to sign and take a picture with him. We gave him this green glow in the dark bracelet that he was excited about and instantly snapped it so it would glow and put it on. We got pictures with him and left him to the other waiting fans. One of the fans had a Foxy Shazam poster from the venue that had been up advertising the show and Jon drew himself into the picture as a stick figure. Pretty awesome.

We stopped Nick White before his family (who were at the show considering it was a home show for the Georgia boy) got to steal him away. He was awesome enough to sign three of my Bright Eyes liner notes that I had brought with me. I told him my mother was from Georgia and that her maiden name was White and he laughed and said, “Do we have the same mother?!” Pretty sure Nick White and I are unofficially family now. (Edited: Since then, we've found out we're distant cousins for real, but we fondly refer to each other as siblings. He knows us his sisters when he come to a show and we call him our brother so that's cool enough for us.) I asked him how they differentiate between the Nicks usually and he said Nick Murray commonly goes by Nicholas with the band. However, Andy and Will had also said earlier they call Nick Murray “Wildcard” and Will said he called Nick White “Peaches.” Take any of those as you’d like. We gave a glow bracelet to him too and he said, “Oowh, I want a pink one!” Dinosaur Grab-bag result: pterodactyl. It fit nicely into his pocket too with it‘s orangey-yellow head sticking out to confuse people.

Jon was now finished talking to the crowd he had had earlier and so we let him play Dino Grab-bag and he got a stegosaurus that he was quite happy with actually. (I don‘t even know what these guys are going to do with them, but they were too epic not to get them.) Kelsey mentioned his lack of flip flops and he said it had started when they were moving equipment because he has a tendency to tumble over his own feet a bit. He even volunteered to take his shoes off if Kelsey preferred, but the ground was wet a bit where people was tracked things inside so we let him keep them on. He said also something about how they didn’t get to shower as much since they were in a van. I said, “Yeah, and they only have one shower here.” Jon nodded and cringed and said, “And I don‘t want to use it after those dudes have been in there.” He said it like he was a pretty clean little girl and boys were yucky. It was fabulous.

I gave [Ryan] a beaded bracelet. “Owh, it has my name on it,” he remarked, but almost instantly Jon appeared and held out his and said, “I‘ve got one too. Don‘t feel too special.” Ryan deflated a bit, but it was all playful as Jon wondered off again. I asked if it would be okay if he signed my Panic liner notes and he said, “As long as it‘s not their new album.”

Kelsey immediately goes, “Are you going to ask him?” I’d forgotten my question so she had to remind me. “Birthday…”

“Oh yeah,” I remember, “Did you get the flowers I sent you for your birthday?”

Ryan smiled a little. “Yeah, I did. That was you?” he asked, “They came to the studio.” (It was the only address I had found that would reach him and it actually took some stalking in itself.) I told him my mom owned a florist so I got them wired out to California for him. He shrugged a little and looked down and said, “It was nice to get them. Made me feel like someone still cared.” My little Ryan Ross loving heart just broke. How could he think someone didn’t?! And if I remember correctly, all the card with them said was, “Hope your have a great birthday, Ryan! Can‘t wait to hear the new music! -Lindsey”

We let Ryan pick a thread bracelet and he looked over them and picked one that Kelsey had actually made on the way to the show with Ryan specifically in mind. It was turquoise, tan, and dark green and she thought it was so ugly that no one would want it. Ryan held it up to his pale yellow shirt and said, "It matches, see?" Who knew Ryan Ross was concerned with matching clothes?

When we left, our oh-so-awesome mother had parked next to their bus in the back alley (she always parks in that alley at shows so it wasn‘t like she was stalking them for us). We passed the bus and saw Ryan’s gift basket in the front seat and Ryan’s fort thing in the back seat (yeah, it‘s still there..ha!). Anyway, she had parked next to the bus and it was dark enough that they couldn’t see us so we sat there when they came out and packed everything in. My mom was all like, “That‘s Ryan, right? And that‘s Jon? Who is that?” and funnily, “That little guy is 24?!” and she seriously thought Nick Murray was like 14.

Over all, the entire band is humble and sweet and anything but self-absorbed like some people want to make them out to be. Each one thanked us multiple times for coming and for the gifts and for being so nice and everything. Really, they’re great guys. Go see them. Talk to them afterward. You’ll thank yourself. Seriously. Worth every minute.

(Also, the tweets about bracelets, plastic dinosaurs, glow sticks, play-doh, Ryan‘s puppy&kitty coloring book page, and the “vixen” were all gifts we gave them. Seriously, I don‘t ever want to hear about these guys being anything but amazing to fans. THEY.RULE.)

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By the way I don't think it said it in there but before I left that night I walked past Jon and he was combing his hair with his dinosaur complain that it was all sweaty and curly. What a dork.

Haha...he was complaining about his hair all evening. I had no idea his hair was such a big deal to him. But if he wants to comb his hair with a dinosaur toy, who are we to try to stop him?

oh god @ me being in the bg of your picture with jon... anyway i was gonna tell you that we met jon right after you gave him the bracelets and he spent like ten seconds looking at it saying, "they gave me a bracelet, look!"

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#the young veins #young veins #tyv #ryan ross #jon walker #recap #spring2010 #24032010 #with fans #silly string

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Instinct: Din Djarin x F!Reader - Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Fifteen: A New Journey

Plot: Din and Y/n begin their quest to find both Jedi and Mandalorians.

Warnings: canon typical violence, hints of fluff

Word Count: 5.2k

A/N: We’re back!! I’m trying to finihs up the series by the time s3 comes out, but no promises with how my life goes from calm ot chaotic so quick. This is very much a filler chapter, the story gets going soon though, so hang tight. Hoep you enjoy!!

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Along with our quest to find Jedi, we were also searching for the Mandalorians.

The Armorer hadn’t been much help, only saying that some may have escaped Nevarro and gone off world. The galaxy was wide and we had to try and narrow it down.

Din, the kid and I disembarked the Crest on some dark and dank planet I couldn’t remember the name of. Din had gotten word that there was an Abyssin with information on a rogue Mandalorian.

It was the strangest family outing ever.

We traipsed through the alley, the child floating in his pram and taking in the scenery. He seemed to be adapting to our vagabond way of life. He wasn’t turned off at all by the glowing red eyes of creatures unknown, which felt mildly concerning…

We walked with our eyes trained ahead, but I felt Din’s glove brush my hand. He tapped out our signal, two beats against my palm. It worked as a code of sorts in different situations. Today, it was a comforting gesture.

We approached the building we’d been told we’d find our contact in, the doors were guarded by a Twi’lek male. Din and I approached as equals, but I let him do the talking.

“We’re here to see Gor Koresh,”

The Twi looked us over before opening the door, “Enjoy the fight.”

Din stepped in first, I let the child’s pram pass me before bringing up the rear. We descended into the madness that was the arena, a Gamorrean fight serving as the main attraction. Rowdy crowds surrounded the ring, gamblers betting away their lives. It felt scummy enough to remind me of Guild hideouts.

Din led us to a few empty seats, next to an Abyssin who matched Gor Koresh’s description. We sat down, first row to the fight that was getting uglier with each passing second.

“You know this is no place for a child,” Koresh commented.

“Wherever we go, he goes,” Din replied.

“So I’ve heard,” Koresh looked me over, “Your woman might have been more comfortable waiting in the ship.”

“I’m fine where I’m at,” I said, keeping my tone even. It would always be a man’s galaxy.

“We’ve been quested with bringing the child back to his kind,” Din turned the conversation around, “If we can locate other Mandalorians, they can help guide us. I’m told you know where to find them.”

Koresh shook it off, “It’s uncouth to talk business immediately. Just enjoy the entertainment.”

Fights as a performance had always seemed barbaric to me. I’d picked up plenty of bounties at them throughout the years and had never seen the appeal. Apparently, I was the only one who held that opinion. The child cooed at my side when one Gamorrean made a particularly nasty swing. Yeah, I thought, he’s getting way too comfortable with all this…

“Bah!” Koresh exclaimed, “My Gamorrean’s not doing well. Kill him! Finish him,” he turned, “Do you gamble, Mando?”

I chuckled, we’d need something to gamble away to even answer.

“Not when it can be avoided,” Din replied.

“Well, I’ll bet the information you seek that this Gamorrean’s going to die within the next minute and a half. And all you have to do is put up in exchange is your shiny Beskar armor.”

I leaned forward, “And that’s fair how?”

“If you’re looking for fair, sweetheart,” Koresh said, “You’re on the wrong rock.”

“We’re prepared to pay you for the information,” Din got us back on track, knowing I’d have pushed the ‘sweetheart’ comment, “I’m not leaving our fate up to chance.”

Koresh leaned closer to Din, “Nor am I.”

He reached into his cloak and pulled out a blaster, firing a shot at one of the Gamorreans. The crowd exclaimed and ran for the exit at the same time three men behind us rose and pointed their blasters at my and Din’s necks. We didn’t move.

“Thank you for coming to me,” Koresh chuckled, “Normally, I have to seek out remnants of you Mandalorians in your hidden hives to harvest your precious shiny shells. Beskar’s value continues to rise. I’ve grown quite fond of it. Give it to me now or I’ll peel it off your corpse,” Koresh’s eyes flicked over to me, “And I might let you keep your girl.”

The whole thing would have bothered me a lot more if Din and I hadn’t planned for betrayal.

“Tell us where the Mandalorians are,” he said confidently, “And we’ll walk outta here without killing you.”

“I thought you said you weren’t a gambler.”

My hand twitched with anticipation.

Mando’s flicked his wrist, activating the Whistling Birds.

The child reached over the side of the pod and closed it.

“I’m not.”

Din sent the Whistling Birds into the chests of Koresh’s men, the shock giving us time to get to our feet. I pulled my new, significantly longer, vibroblade from my gauntlet and sliced one of their throats. Mando kicked the kid’s pod away from the action before diving back in.

One of the benefits I had discovered about having Jedi powers was my heightened senses. I could feel everything going on around me without ever seeing it. I’d always thought I just had good instincts, now I knew it was a special skill. Behind me, I could sense the remaining Gamorrean coming for Din. As he ducked out of the way, I fired at the Gamorrean to make sure he stayed down.

The Twi’lek guard put Din in a tight hold, while another patron handled his front. While he escaped the Twi’s arms, I stabbed my Vibroblade through the other attacker’s shoulder. I used his shock against him and wrenched him backwards before kicking him against the ring. Din was handling another one of Koresh’s men, it was almost too easy.

The guy I’d just taken out rose, blood running down his arm from the wound. He came at me with fists raised, I ducked and swerved to the side. Carefully, I led him backwards and just as he was about to throw a punch, I dropped to the floor so his hand hit the metal wall behind us. He screamed, giving me the opportunity to leap onto a bench and launch myself onto his shoulders. I squeezed his throat until his airways constricted and once his knees hit the ground, I tuck and rolled off and landed a kick to his head.

Din was to the side of me, fighting off the last two still standing. As the final one approached, the two of us each withdrew our blades and flung them in perfect synchronization.

“Glad we practiced,” I said, trying to catch my breath.

A noise at the door made us both turn, Koresh was trying to escape.

“You go,” I told Din, “We’ll bring up the rear.”

He strode out as if he had nowhere to be, his confidence in his abilities had bothered me when we first met. Now I loved it.

I walked over to the kid’s pod after retrieving our knives, opening up the hatch. He looked up at me as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

“We’re absolutely scarring you, aren’t we?”

The kid squeaked in response.

“You seem okay with it,” I shrugged, programming the function on my gauntlet Din had recently installed so the pram would follow me, “Let’s go find your dad.”  If Din would have been with us, he would have clenched up. I’d taken the Armorer’s words to heart and had begun calling us the child’s mother and father. Jokingly, of course, but I’d noticed that we both had settled into our new roles with ease. We were finally getting the hang of being “parents.”

I climbed the staircase out of the arena to find Din stringing Gor Koresh up on a lamppost.

“Stop,” Koresh relented, hanging upside down, “I’ll tell you. I’ll tell you where he is. You must give me your word that you won’t kill me.”

“I promise you will not die by my hand,” Din finally said, “Now where is the Mandalorian you know of?”

Koresh struggled, “Tatooine.”

“Huh?” I couldn’t help but say. Wouldn’t we have heard about it last time we were there?

“The Mando I know of lives on Tatooine,” Koresh stated again.

“I’ve spent much time on Tatooine, I have never seen a Mandalorian,” Din said.

“My information is good, I tell you,” Koresh grunted, “The city of Mos Pelgo, I swear it by the Gottra.”

Din and I shared a look, or rather, he caught my look. I only had to barely raise a shoulder and he knew we were in agreement.

“Tatooine it is then,” he said back to Koresh, leading our little party away from the Abyssin.

“Wait, Mando,” Koresh called, “You can’t leave me like this! Cut me down!”

Din didn’t break stride, “That wasn’t part of the deal.”

“Lady, are you gonna let him do this to me?”

“Oh, you were right,” I said, turning around to let him take in my innocent expression, “This is no place for a woman.”  Mando and I switched directions and he shot out the streetlight Koresh hung from, giving the red eyed creatures we’d seen earlier a late night meal.

“Your turn to pilot,” Din said casually.

“Nu-uh,” I replied, “I took over last night.”  “That was two nights ago.”  “Really?” I scrunched up my nose, “Huh, time flies, I guess.”

With the distant sounds of Koresh’s screams, we continued our conversation all the way back to the Crest.

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By morning, we were on our way back to the desert.

I sat in the pilot’s chair, watching the stars streak past us in hyperspace. Flying had always seemed like a chore, until Din and I came together. Now even the simply act of flying through hyperspace was enjoyable.

Sometimes I couldn’t even recognize myself. A few months ago, I’d been content to never touch another person again. I’d sworn I was going to live and die on my own. Then Din came along, and then the kid. Now it was difficult to imagine my life without them. It was starting to become impossible.

“You throw on the landing gear?” Din asked, practically twitching from the co-pilot’s seat. We were nearing our destination.

I pursed my lips, trying to keep my tone even, “Yes.”

“Security protocols?”

“Mm-hmm.” I tried to put on a loving smile.

“Make sure that you tell them-“

I swung around in my seat, “Din, would you feel better if you landed us?”

“No,” he rushed out.

Turning back to the control board, I smirked, “In that case, I actually hadn’t thrown on the landing gear yet.”

The leather of his gloves strained and I smiled bigger.

I did, indeed, get us there in one piece. Peli’s hanger was open and we were permitted to land there. Din settled the kid in a satchel and slung it over his body. It warmed my heart to see him a little more relaxed, a little softer. When he was done, he came and put a hand on my shoulder, digging his fingers in and rubbing.

We had established a rule in both our professional and personal partnership. No affection could be shown outside of the Crest. If people saw us as anything but associates, it would give them something to exploit. Any and all affection between us was saved for the cockpit or our bunk.

We disembarked the Crest and entered the familiar hanger we’d only last seen a few weeks ago. Despite it being Tatooine, I didn’t feel the need to keep one hand on my blade. We were among friends.

“Come on!” I heard Peli before I saw her, “You know he doesn’t like droids.”

“May as well let them have at it,” Din said, “The Crest needs a good once-over.

I raised an eyebrow at him and I think he purposefully didn’t turn. Then again, he didn’t have to explain to me why his stance on droids had changed.

“Oh, so he likes droids now,” Peli said for us both before directing her droids around, “Well, you heard him. Give it a once-over.”

As we got closer, I could see her eyeing both our persons. “Well, I guess a lot had changed since you two were last in Mos-“

Din flipped the satchel around to show the child. I liked to imagine he was smiling underneath his helmet as Peli excitedly reached for him.

“Oh! Thank the Force! This little thing has had me worried sick. Come here, you little womp rat,” she took the child, who was happily babbling, into her arms, “Looks like it remembers me. How much do you two want for him? Just kidding. But not really. You know if this thing ever divides or buds, I will gladly pay for the offspring.”

A loose hose hissed from the Crest.

“Hey!” Peli cried to the gonks, “Watch what you’re doing up there! He barely trusts your kind. You want to give all droids a bad name? Thank you!”

Din and I waited in humorous silence, we never had to do much talking around Peli. She did it all for us.

“We’re here on business,” Din explained, “We need your help.”

“Oh, then business you shall have,” she replied, “Care for me to watch this wrinkled critter while you two seek out adventure?”

If only you knew how much adventure we’d seen recently, I thought.

“We’ll keep you posted on that one,” I said, “We’ve been tasked with getting him back to his own kind.”

Ignore the little pain that comes with saying that, ignore…

“Oh, well, I can’t help you there,” Peli scoffed, “I’ve never seen any like it. And trust me, I’ve seen all shapes and sizes in this town.”

“A Mandalorian armorer has set us on our path,” Din continued for me, “If we can find one of my kind, we can chart a path through the network of coverts.”

Peli shrugged, “You’ve been the only Mando here for years from what I can tell.”

“We’ve got reliable intel that there’s one in Mos Pelgo,” I continued, “We searched every map possible, nothing came up.”

“Oh. Boy,” Peli exhaled, “Haven’t heard that name in a while. It was wiped out by bandits. Once the Empire fell, it was a free-for-all. I didn’t dare leave the city walls. Still don’t.”

Sighing, I looked up at Din. “We don’t have much of a choice,” I replied, “Where’s the body?”

“Normally, I’d charge for the information, but,” Peli tucked a rogue corner of the kid’s robe into place, “House discount. R-5! Bring the map of Tatooine!”

The astromech chugged along at its own speed. “No, seriously. Take your time,” Peli huffed, “You just can’t get good help these days. I don’t even know who to complain to.”

I stifled a chuckle as she continued to lambast the droid. If I’d have had any semblance of a normal life, I could have been perfectly content working alongside her in the hanger.

“Okay,” Peli started as the droid projected the map in front of us, “This is a map of Tatooine before the war. You got Mos Eisley, Mos Espa,” she moved the holo to a completely bare part of the planet, “And around this region is Mos Pelgo.”

“I don’t see anything,” Din said.

“Well, it’s there,” she replied, “Or at least it used to be. Not much to speak of. It’s an old mining settlement. They’re going to see that big hunk o’ metal long before you land.”

A completely remote part of the planet couldn’t be inhabited by that many people, if any. Mandalorians were hunted so viciously, it made sense one would go to the furthest corner of the galaxy to remain undetected.

“You still have that speeder bike?” Din asked.

“Sure do,” Peli nodded, “It’s a little rusty, but I got it.”

Once she found it and dusted it off for us, I got the child’s adjusted on the back of the bike. When I reached over to grab the handles and take the front of the seat, I ended up holding a very familiar hand.

“I was going to drive,” I told Din.

“You drove last time we were here,” he replied, not stopping his check of the machinery.

“Yeah, technically the last ride we took, I was on a Bantha and you were leading,” I shot back, “My turn.”

Din said nothing as he continued to fiddle with a few knobs. He was a control freak to the highest degree.

Rolling my eyes, I relented. “Fine,” I swung my leg over the bike and wrapped my arms around his waist, pressing myself to him, “I’m actually getting the better end of the deal.”

I didn’t have to see him to know comments like that added a twinge of pink to his cheeks.

“And when will you two be back?” Peli asked loudly, hands on her hips, “I like you and all, but renting space ain’t free.”

We had no timeline, no semblance of a timeline, not even a thought of one. “Hopefully within a day,” I answered, regardless, “Maybe two. With payment.”

She gave us a once over before nodding and rubbing the kid’s ear as she walked away.

“Ready?” Din asked over his shoulder.

I tightened my hold on him, “Let’s ride.”

With that, we were off.

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The journey to Mos Pelgo was tiring, even if all we were doing was riding. The dunes were dizzying after a while, the sun was scorching and stray grains of sand were lodged in my eyes.

The kid, on the other hand, was loving every minute of it.

Din convinced me it was a good idea to camp with the same Tuskens we’d met the last time we were across the Dune Sea. He could sign enough to communicate that we were just trying to pass and wanted no fight with them. That was enough to be let into their clan for one night.

I admired that as hardened and war scarred as he was, softness surrounded Din. He was diplomatic in a way that most hunters weren’t. He took his time with people. His heart, no matter how protected by Beskar, bled nothing but love. As we settled in to sleep against our bike, I pressed a kiss to the side of his helmet. Where I would have been chastised for such a public display of affection, he simply lowered his gaze and wrapped an arm around me.

The next day, following Peli’s exact coordinates, we made it to Mos Pelgo. It was a dreary little town that couldn’t have housed more than maybe thirty people. Still, a decent place for a rogue Mandalorian to be hiding.

I parked the bike outside of what looked like the cantina, hopping off with Din and striding up the steps. The child would naturally follow us.

Inside were only one or two afternoon patrons, along with a bartender. “Can I help you two?” He asked.

“I’m looking for a Mandalorian,” Din said at the counter.

“Well, we don’t get many visitors in these parts, can you describe him?”

Din paused for half a second, “Someone who looks like me.”

“Mmm,” the bartender hummed, “You mean the Marshal?”

“Your Marshal’s a Mandalorian?” I asked in disbelief.

The bartended nodded toward where our backs were turned, “See for yourself.”

Din and I turned to see a male figure, tall and confidant, standing in the doorway. Dressed in old, rusty, Mandalorian armor.

“What brings you here, strangers?” He asked, his true voice hidden by the modulator.

“We’ve been searching for you for many parsecs,” Din answered, this was his business to handle.

The new Mandalorian stepped forward, “Well, now, you found me. Weequay, three snorts of Spotchka,” he took the jug from the bartender, along with the glasses, and headed for a table. “Why don’t we have a drink?”

Now THIS I’d love to see, I thought, they really forget the helmets are there, don’t the-

My thoughts were interrupted by the hissing of the new Mando taking off his helmet. It revealed a handsome, middle aged, bearded man. The shock washed over Din and I.

“I’ve never met a real Mandalorian,” the man started, “Heard stories. I know you’re good at killing. And probably none too happy to see me wearing the hardware.”

Not too happy? He’s gonna tear every last shred off your body, leave a tip, and walk out like nothing happened…

“So,” the imposter kept talking as he poured glasses of Spotchka, “I figure only one of us walking out of here,” he held up a hand to me, “Ladies not included, of course,” he turned back to Din, “But then I see this little guy…”

I whipped my head around to see the child, peering into a spittoon.

“And I think, maybe I pegged you wrong.”

Din finally gathered the presence of mind to speak, “Who are you?”

“I’m Cobb Vanth,” he introduced, “Marshal of Mos Pelgo.”

“Where’d the armor come from?” I asked, unable to contain my curiosity any longer.

“Bought it off some Jawas.”

“Hand it over,” Din ordered, his voice like steel.

Vanth smiled, as if the whole exchange was amusing. “Look, pal, I’m sure you call the shots where you come from. But ‘round here, I’m the one tells folks what to do.”

Internally, I cringed. That response wasn’t going to fly…

“Take it off,” Din took a menacing step forward, “Or I will.”

Vanth looked over to the spittoon, “We gonna do this in front o’ the kid?”

The child cooed from behind me as if to give his approval. We had definitely messed him up.

“He’s seen worse,” Din replied, unphased by anything the guy could throw at him. He had tunnel vision when it came to his religion.

“Right here, then?”

“Right here.”

I was calculating how long it would take for my knife to reach Vanth if he raised his gun. Could I make the shot that fast? Or was I better off using one of my blasters and saving the one strapped across my back for if things got really ugly?

The three of us stood in a triangle, hands hovering over our weapons. Tension mounted by the second, my heart thudded in my chest as I waited for Vanth to make the slightest move.

The ground shook under us suddenly, drawing our focus away. Vanth held up a finger and an eyebrow before heading out the door. Din and I wordlessly followed him.

The town had an alarm system set up, a blare echoed down the main path. Citizens ran for cover, diving into any building that would give them shelter. If Vanth wasn’t moving, I had to assume we were safe where we were.

The sand began to sink in on itself and it wasn’t long before a set of scales made itself visible through it. Whatever creature it was swam through the middle of the town as if it knew the way. On its way out, it swung out from under the sand and swallowed up a Bantha, whole.

Then it was on its way.

Words failed me as we stood in silence. What were you supposed to say to something like that?

“Maybe we can work something out,” Vanth said, turning on his heel and heading back into the bar.

Din and I had a delayed reaction, glancing to one another before following him in.

I let Din take over talking with the Marshal and I went to retrieve the kid. He peeked out from inside the spittoon, having taken shelter there during the monster’s attack. I grimaced, that was going to equal a bath once we were back on the Crest.

“Come on,” I coaxed, helping pull him out, “You’re okay.”

As soon as his feet hit the floor, he was seeking comfort against my leg. I bent down to rub his head, despite his well-adjustment to our chaotic life, he was still just a baby.

We caught up with Din and Vanth outside, scoping out the town post-attack. The citizens were lifting evaporators and generators that had fallen and sweeping sand off their decks. They didn’t seem phased by it. As if this were a normal series of events.

“That creature’s been terrorizing these parts since long before Mos Pelgo was established,” Vanth explained, “Thanks to this armor, I’ve been able to protect this town from bandits and Sand People. They look to me to protect ‘em. But a Krayt Dragon is too much for me to take on alone.”

He paused, thinking his next words over. “Help me kill it, I’ll give you the armor.”

Din looked to me, I felt it was less to see how I felt and more of a check to see how annoyed I’d be when he agreed. Knowing how much the armor meant to him, I wasn’t going to raise a fuss.

“Deal,” he confirmed, “We’ll ride back to our ship, blow it out of the sand from the sky. We’ll use the bantha as bait.”

Vanth shook his head, “Not so simple. The ship passes above, it senses vibrations, stays underground.”

“So we’re going at it on foot?” I raised an eyebrow, maybe the armor wasn’t that important…

“I’ll let you scope the place out,” Vanth said, “I know where it lives.”

“How far?” Din asked.

“Not far.”

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On our way to the creature’s hideout, Vanth entertained us with the story of how the Mando armor came to be his. He explained that after the second Death Star blew up, the Mining Collective moved in on Mos Pelgo. During a near-deadly shootout, Vanth was able to escape into the Tatooine desert. He wandered for days until a Jawa Sandcrawler found him, bringing him aboard and giving him food and water. When they discovered he was carrying Silicax crystals, they offered him any of their treasures in exchange for them. His eye caught the armor, thinking he could use it to run the Collective out of town, and asked for it. Sure enough, he rid Mos Pelgo of all crime and had carried on the same ever since.

In my mind, it was alright that at least he was using the armor for something good. Wearing Mando gear wasn’t anything I ever wanted, but if I’d have been in Vanth’s position, I wouldn’t have chosen any different. Din didn’t seem to take too much objection with it either.

Vanth guided us through one of the canyons until he came to a quick stop. Not too distantly, there was growling. Din and I took up our weapons and kneeled behind the bike. From behind the rocks of the canyon, a herd of massifs approached. Looking particularly unhinged, I was ready to fire, but Din gently pushed my gun down.

The noise that followed was…unprecedented.

Din shouted in Tuskan, drawing both mine and Vanth’s eye.

“What the hell you doin’?” Our companion asked for us both.

Din only held up a hand as he approached the animals. I prayed that whatever he was doing would save us so I got the chance to live and tease him about it forever.

He kept speaking until one playfully charged towards him. Din kneeled down and gave it a rub, having diffused all the tension.

Tuskens came out from behind the rocks, their body language wasn’t threatening on account of hearing their language spoken. Din began to converse with them while Vanth and I stood together, ready to point and kill at a second’s notice.

“Please tell me he knows what he’s doing,” he whispered under his breath.

“Trust him,” I said, the suspicion in my voice cancelling out my words, “Mando?”

Din looked over his shoulder, “They want to kill the krayt dragon too.”

“Well,” I sighed, slinging my gun over my back, “Lucky for us.”

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Din ended up getting us an invitation to camp with the Tuskens for the night. Their cordiality continued to surprise me, considering their particularly aggressive reputation. But if we didn’t have a problem with them, they didn’t have one with us.

We (Din) held a conversation around a bonfire around dusk. I couldn’t speak Tusken, but I could tell from their signing that they were discussing the dragon. At one point, Vanth got offered one of their black melons. In the spirit of diplomacy, I had choked one down.

“What am I supposed to do with this?” He asked.

“You drink it,” Din answered.

“It stinks.”

“Yes, it does,” I replied, nearly gagging at the scent again, “Bottoms up.

“Do you want their help?” Din asked.

“Not if I have to drink this,” Vanth shook his head.

The Tusken to our right had picked up on Vanth’s tone and began to speak, raising its hands in outrage.

“He says your people steal their water, and now you insult them by not drinking it,” Din translated as the Tusken continued, “They know about Mos Pelgo. They know how many Sand People you killed.”

Vanth wasn’t having any of it, “They raided our village. I defended the town.”

“Calm down,” I held out a hand, peace needed to be kept.

“I knew this was a bad idea,” Vanth scowled.

“You’re agitating them,” Din warned.

“These monsters can’t be reasoned with…” Vanth got to his feet and got in the Tusken’s face, “Sit back down, before I put a hole through you!”

Din and I were up instantly, me pulling Vanth by the arm and him using his flame thrower to separate the two. Din took over speaking to the Tusken while Vanth shook off my hold.

“What are you telling them?” He asked.

“Same thing I’m telling you,” Din replied, “If we fight amongst ourselves, the monster will kill us all.”

Vanth glanced over to me, I only reenforced Din’s words with a nod. He sat back down.

“Now,” Din continued signing to the Tuskens, “How do we kill it?

He translated the Tusken’s grunts and informed us that in the morning, we’d set back out for where we’d met them. They would show us where exactly the creature lived and what we were up against. With the plan in place, we all settled around the fire, Vanth keeping one suspicious eye on our hosts until he physically couldn’t stay awake.

“This armor better be worth it,” I grunted as Din and I made ourselves semi-comfortable in the sand.

“If you want to go back, I won’t stop you,” he replied, “The Mandalorians are-“

I pressed a hand to the mouth of his helmet, as if it would do something. “We’re not doing this. Your fight is my fight. It would just be nice if we weren’t fighting a giant sand monster’s all I’m saying.”

Din laid down first and held out his arm, I tucked myself in next to him. We were breaking our no-contact rule, but it didn’t really matter anymore. Vanth was an ally, and even if he got himself in trouble, the Tuskens liked us. We could afford a little vulnerability. And once the kid slipped into my arms, everything turned from chaos to calm.

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allthingsfangirl101 · 2 years

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*Screw It–Steve Harrington

Warnings: longing, unprotected sex, at-work kink, language

Steve's POV

I looked over at Y/N helping a customer and didn't notice that I was staring at her until Robin hit me in the back of the head with a cherry.

"What's your problem?" I sighed.

"The longer you stare at her, the more depressed I get."

"I don't know what you're talking about," I said, clearing my throat.

"Come on," Robin sighed. "Just ask her out. You both have feelings for each other, which both of you know, and yet, both of you refuse to do anything about it. Seeing you two pine for each other, makes me want to throw up."

"We can't," I sighed, glancing over at Y/N again. "You know our company policy. Coworkers can't date."

"It's a stupid rule," Robin scoffed as she flicked my hat. I rolled my eyes as I fixed it and walked out to help Y/N with a big party that came in.

"Thank you," Y/N whispered with a small giggle when I stood next to her. "I thought you and Robin had bailed on me."

"Well, I can't speak for Robin," I joked, "but I'd never bail on you."

* * * * *

For the next week, I noticed Robin started making weird excuses so Y/N and I would be in close quarters. She stuck us with inventory, restocking the freezer, and the closing shift.

The more time I spent with Y/N, the more I wanted her. I haven't dated anyone since Nancy, and I was ready. And besides, Y/N was perfect for me. She was smart and funny and kind and down-to-earth and beautiful. Even better, she made me feel like I didn't have to pretend. I could be myself with her.

"You okay?"

I looked up to see Y/N staring at me, concern in her eyes.

Damn, I want to kiss her.

"I'm fine," I said, clearing my throat. "Just. . . Got a lot on my mind, I guess."

"Oh?" She asked. She walked over and took the clipboard out of my hand. She tossed it onto a nearby empty shelf before turning towards me and crossing her arms over her chest.

"Spill."

"Y/N," I sighed. "It's nothing."

"Bullshit," she chuckled. "What's wrong?"

"I told you. I'm fine."

"No, you're not, Steve. Talk to me."

"Y/N. . ."

"Something's bugging you," she continued. "You've been in your head all week. You think I haven't noticed it but. . ."

I cut her off by grabbing her face and pressing my lips to hers. She instantly moaned and started kissing me back. Suddenly, she gasped and broke the kiss.

"Steve," she whispered. "We can't do this."

"But. . ."

"I like you," she said, her voice breaking, "like really like you, Steve, but. . . I can't lose this job. My parents aren't helping me pay for college. If we get caught. . ."

"I know," I sighed. "It's against company policy."

"I'm sorry."

She turned on her heel and left the back room. I ran my fingers through my hair and mumbled, "I'm sorry too."

* * * * *

The next day, there was a weird tension between Y/N and me. Robin caught on the second she walked in.

"What happened?" She asked when Y/N walked in the back to get more caramel topping.

"Nothing," I stuttered.

"Don't lie to me, Harrington," she scoffed. "What happened between you and Y/N yesterday?"

"I kissed her."

"What?!" She laughed. I rolled my eyes when she hit my shoulder repeatedly. "That's awesome! Wait. . . If you kissed, why are you guys being hella awkward?"

"Because she admitted to wanting to be with me but. . ."

"If you finish that sentence with 'company policy', I swear on my own life," she cut me off, "I will beat the shit out of you until you can barely stand let alone be a man and show Y/N what you've been daydreaming about doing to her every time you take care of yourself late at night. . ."

"I get it," I cut her off. I looked over at Y/N wiping down a table. She tossed something in the trash before walking towards us.

"Hey, guys," she smiled. "I'm gonna take my fifteen-minute break. My mom needs me to pick up the dry cleaning. I'll be right back."

"See ya," Robin said in a too-sweet voice. I watched Y/N leave before turning back to Robin's knowing smirk. I tossed off my hat and mirrored her smirk.

"Screw company policy."

* * * * *

Reader's POV

I gasped when I was pulled into the janitor's closet. When my eyes adjusted to the light, I saw Steve inches from me.

"Steve," I whispered. "What are you doing?"

"Something I've wanted to do for too damn long."

I gasped when he leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck as I started to kiss him back. Our lips moved roughly in sync as things got heated.

Steve pushed me up against the closed door. I bit his bottom lip in retaliation. This made him moan. He broke the kiss and instantly started kissing my neck.

"Oh, Steve!" I moaned as his lips attacked my neck. "We really shouldn't be doing this."

"I don't care," he growled. I gasped when he quickly pulled away. "I mean," he stuttered, "I care if you want to do this. I just meant I didn't care about company policy anymore."

"Steve," I interrupted his stuttering. He hummed for me to continue. "We've waited long enough."

He moaned as he pressed his lips roughly to mine. As soon as I told him I wanted this, neither one of us held back any longer.

Our lips still moving in sync, I reached over and grabbed the bottom of his shirt. Steve chuckled as he broke the kiss and helped me tare his shirt off of him. He grabbed my shirt and pulled it over my head. The second our shirts were off, he hesitated to kiss me.

"Is something wrong?" I asked, my voice barely audible. I blushed when his eyes glanced down at my almost-bare breasts.

"Nothing's wrong," he smiled. "It's just. . . You're so beautiful, Y/N."

I gasped when he leaned down and smashed his lips onto mine. I giggle against his lips as his cold hands touched my bare stomach. He slid his hands around to my back and found the zipper on the back of my pants. I smirked against his lips as he unzipped my pants and yanked them down. I kicked them off before reaching around and finding his zipper.

He bit my lip as he tore off his shorts before I could even undo his zipper. I moaned as he pushed me up against the door. I lifted my leg and he instantly grabbed my thigh so I was wrapping my leg around his waist.

I took a shaky breath as he broke the kiss and started kissing up and down my neck. I grabbed his waist, pulling him closer to me.

"Steve," I moaned. "I think. . . Oh, Steve. Please. . ."

I gasped when he bit my collarbone. "Damn," he moaned through his teeth. "I have wanted to hear you moan my name for so damn long."

He cut himself off by moaning when I slid my hands into his boxers. I smirked victoriously when I made him swear by squeezing his ass.

"Fuck," he growled through his teeth. I giggled when he let go of me and tore his boxers off.

"Shit," I moaned when I saw how big he was. I looked up at him to see his eyes full of lust.

Without breaking eye contact, I reached behind me and unhooked my bra. His eyes finally left mine as I slid my bra off and tossed it to the side. He continued looking at my chest as he slide my underwear off. He finally looked back up at me, two seconds later he pressed his lips back to mine.

Steve grabbed my leg, wrapped it around his waist, and pulled me closer to him. I gasped when I felt him push into me. I broke the kiss and leaned my head against the door as he thrust into me.

"Damn," I said shakily. "How the hell are you doing this standing up?"

Steve chuckled as he gave me a one-worded answer that made me moan.

"Practice."

I moaned as I let go of his ass, grabbed his face, and forced his lips onto mine. Our lips moved roughly, messily in sync as he continued to shove himself into me.

Steve and I quickly lost time as we gave in to the urges we'd pushed down for weeks. Soon, we were reaching our peaks. After moaning a few swear words and each other's names a couple of times, we finally gave in to our orgasms.

We stayed inches apart as he gently pulled out of me. We were breathing heavily as we stared into each other's eyes.

"We should. . . Robin's been left alone in the shop for too long. We should probably head back."

"Before we do," he stopped me, "I want to talk about us."

"Us?" I asked, suddenly aware that we were both still completely naked.

"I want there to be an us," he whispered.

"You do?"

"Of course I do," he smiled. "But. . ."

"But it's against company policy," I finished for him.

"Robin was right," he said with a small chuckle.

"About?"

"That phrase is annoying."

* * * * *

We quickly got dressed before walking back to work. We walked in and blushed when Robin looked up at us. She smirked at us as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"And where have you two been?" She teased.

"Robin," Steve said through his teeth.

"I thought you went to pick up your parent's dry cleaning."

"Oh," I said slowly. I looked over to see Steve trying to hide his blush. "I got. . . distracted."

"Mmhmm," she hummed. She looked over at Steve, her smirk getting bigger. "I thought we talked about you "distracting" Y/N at work."

"Robin," he sighed, running his fingers through his hair.

"So much for company policy," she chuckled as she turned on her heel and walked in the back. I looked over at Steve to see him smiling at me.

"Screw company policy."

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mcrb2dt-evans · 7 months

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Penny walked into the living room and found her uncle Teddy watching a movie with her little brother and Sage on the couch “where’s Noni?” Teddy looked over “Noni and C went out for a bit peeps” she huffed “when are they gonna get back?” Teddy shook his head “dunno peeps”

She crossed her arms “well I’m bored” Teddy shrugged “well you’re more than welcome to watch Jurassic Park with us” “I don’t wanna watch Jurassic park” Teddy turned his attention back to the movie “then I don’t know what to tell you Penny”

“How come you’re not out with the grown ups?” Teddy laughed “because I’m not a grown up” she crossed her arms “well why can’t we just go home then?” Teddy sighed “because your mom’s at work and your dad’s still in Washington doing important things”

Teddy sat up straight “actually, I just had an idea. Why don’t we play hide and seek? You guys hide and I’ll seek” They all nodded excitedly and scrambled to hide when Teddy covered his eyes to start counting, he trailed off at five and peeked. When he didn’t see any of the kids he nodded and laughed “works every time”

Teddy waited about fifteen minutes to get up and start looking for his niece and nephews. Grayson was the easiest to find because Teddy could see his little sneakers peeking out from under the curtain in the den. He leaned against the wall and pulled the curtain aside and looked down “gotcha kiddo” Grayson kicked his little foot “aw man” Teddy ruffled his hair “come on Gray, let’s find Sage and Peeps”

Sage was found next in the most creative hiding space. He heard giggling in the kitchen and followed it until he got to the cupboard above the kitchen counter. He opened it and found Sage, half way through eating a pop tart “how the heck did you get there?” He carefully pulled Sage out and set him down on the floor next to Grayson. Sage shrugged “Penny” Teddy shook his head “of course” “Can I keep the pop tart?” Teddy laughed “sure thing bud”

Teddy, Grayson and Sage walked around the house, making sure to look in each room for Penny but she was no where to be found. He looked around some more, in the mud room, in every cabinet and corner and in every small space he could think of that Penny could hide in. Then he started to panic “oh my god, Brady’s gonna kill me”

And speaking of the devil, Teddys eyes widened as he looked down at his phone to see Brayden calling. He answered, making sure to keep his voice calm and steady “hey man, what’s up?” “Well I have sometime between meetings and Thea said she left the kids with you today so I wanted to talk to them” Teddy sucked his teeth “ah you know what? Now’s not exactly the best time” Brayden’s voice sounded suspicious “why Teddy?” Teddy nodded as if his brother could see him “well, I just put the kids down for a nap so, wouldn’t want to wake them up now would we? Look I gotta go, lots of responsible adulting happening here, talktoyoulaterbye” Teddy hung the phone up and ran his hands through his hair.

He looked at Grayson “please tell me that Penny told you where she was hiding?” Grayson just shook his head “no, I’m sorry” Teddy nodded “That’s okay bud”

A few more minutes passed of Teddy looking until the doorbell rang and Teddy felt his heart go straight to his butt. He ran over to the front door and opened it to see a smirking Elodie holding Pennys arm “looking for something bear?” Teddys eyes went wide “Where was she?!” “Hiding in the bush out here. I heard giggling while I was walking up the steps and found her” Elodie handed Penny over to Teddy and Teddy pulled Penny inside. Elodie walked in behind them and closed the door.

Teddy ushered all three kids back to the living room “no one and I mean absolutely no one tells anyone anything, got it?” Penny looked up at her uncle “what do we get?” “I’ll buy you ice cream for a year”

***

A few hours had passed when you and Chris got home and walked in to find Teddy, Elodie and the kids watching the avengers in the living room. You smiled “hey you guys, how was everyone’s day?”

Teddy nodded and looked at you “not bad, really quiet actually” Chris nodded “did you guys do anything today? Or just watched movies all day?” Teddy and Penny looked at each other then looked back at you and Chris. Penny smiled “Uncle Teddy lost me during hide and seek today” and as luck would have it, Thea had walked in as well “You what?!” Teddy sunk further into the couch “I can explain”

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cherrycola27 · 2 years

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Karma

Warnings: Language, Violence. Mentions and Descriptions of attempted SA. Minors DNI 18+

Vixen beat on the door of the bungalow she knew Rooster shared with Bob and Hangman. She shivered from the unusually cold summer rain. Her feet and calves were screaming, though she hadn't planned on running six blocks in these heels when she had chosen them earlier that evening.

Her fists pounded on the wood until the door finally opened to reaval Jake Seresin.

"Vix?" He questioned. "Jesus it's pouring get in here" he said pulling her inside.

She stood in the foyer shivering.

"Is Rooster here?" She chattered out.

"No he went to go pick up some food... should be back soon." Hangman told her as he looked over her.

"Vixen, what, what happened are you okay?" Jake asked, concerned.

"I... I.... no I'm not okay." Vixen admitted with a sob.

"I was out with Lt. Matthews at the Hard Deck. I wouldn't go home with him and he got angry, so angry, he... he t..t..tried to...but I fought back. And then I ran all the way here. I knew it would be safe. I was afraid he would try to come to my place." Vixen confessed still shaking.

Jake took a step back and took in his fellow pilot's appearance. She was soaked from the rain, her hair clung to her face. Her makeup was smeared. She had a black eye and a busted lip. Bruises were forming on her wrist, there was a red mark around her neck, and her dress was ripped. She looked so frail standing there.

"Okay, here's what we are going to do. We are going to get you some dry clothes and a hot shower... sound good?" Hangman asked her. Vixen nodded back weakly.

"Bob, can you grab some of Rooster's sweats for Vix please?" Hangman asked the WSO who had been silently taking everything in. Bob quickly rushed to the laundry room and reappeared with some sweatpants and a shirt for her.

"Great, now let's get you a hot shower and then you can wait in Bradshaw's room until he gets back." Jake said leading her to the bathroom.

Vixen shut the door behind her and stripped off her wet and ruined dress. She had kicked off her shoes by the door, they were trashed now.

She turned the water on and up higher than she probably should have, but she wanted to scrub every inch of her skin where Kyle Matthews had touched her.

She should have listened to Bradley when he told her Kyle was bad news, but he had charmed her into a few dates and she thought he was a good guy, boy was she wrong. His hate filled face flashed before her eyes. If she hadn't have gotten that right hook to his nose who knows what would have happened.

After she felt as clean as she could, she turned off the water and dryed off. She grabbed the clothes given to her and pulled them on. She could smell Rooster on them.

She came out of the bathroom into his bedroom. She probably shouldn't have, but she was so exhausted and upset she crawled into his bed and let out a sob.

Fifteen minutes later Rooster Bradshaw returned home.

"Bob, Jake, did one of yall invite a girl over while I was gone to get pizza?" Rooster asks noticing the pair of high heels by the door.

"No, they're, they're Vixen's shoes" Jake says with a somber tone.

"Why is Vix here? She's supposed to be out with Matthews." Rooster questions with an edge if distain in his voice."

"Bradley." Hangman begins with a serious tone. I need you to listen to me right now and not go off the deep end." Jake states. Rooster knows it is serious if Hangman is using his actual name.

"While you were gone, Vix...she showed up here looking for you, scared of her mind." Jake begins to explain.

Rooster's fist ball up as his jaw clenched.

"She said that Matthew's, tried to... he attacked her. She was soaking wet from the rain and her dress was ripped, she ran all the way here from the Hard Deck. Bob lent her some of your sweats to wear. Jesus man. She looked... she looks... its" Jake couldn't finish.

"She's in your room, she's terrified." Bob tells him. Rooster pushes past both of them and heads to his bedroom. He knocks before entering.

He sees her there laying in the middle of his bed curled up, shaking, crying. She looks so small and frightened. Nothing like the fearless pilot he knows.

"Vixen." He speaks softly coming to sit next to her. She sits up but doesn't meet his face. She has her hair pulled covering her face from his view.

He tilts her chin up and gently brushes the hair away from her delicate features. He takes them in.

Her busted lip, her black eye, the angry red marks around her neck, the bruises on her wrists.

It takes everything in his power not to fly off the handle.

He pauses and inhales sharply.

His eyes darken before he speaks:

"Who did this to you?"

The question was rhetorical. He knew who had done this. He knew where she was supposed to be tonight. He just needed to hear her say the name, that was all she had to do... just give him a reason.

Once she spoke it, he wouldn't hesitate to drive all over San Diego to find the motherfucker who had done this to his girl and rip his fucking heart out while it was still beating.

"K...k...Kyle Matthews. He... he did this because I wouldn't go home with him... he... he... he tried to." Vixen stammered out before another sob racked her body.

She collapsed against Rooster's chest. He held her tightly against him.

"Shhhh." He cooed to her "It's alright, you're safe now." He whispered against her hair.

She pulled back and looked at him. "I'm sorry." She spoke "Sorry for what?" He asked her confused.

"I'm sorry I didn't listen to you when you said he was bad news. I'm sorry I didn't take your advice. I'm sorry I only went out with him to make you jealous. I'm sorry for being here and ruining your plans and being so stupid." She cried out.

"Vix, baby girl look at me. You didn't do anything wrong. And I promise you, I'm going to find Matthews and make him pay for this." Rooster spoke his tone was dark and serious.

"You're going to stay here with Bob and Jake, and I'm going to take care of this." He assured her.

"No! Please don't leave me. Please... he isn't worth it." Vixen begged him and she clung to him.

"Okay... I'll stay right here with you. Rooster assured her. And he did. He held her all evening until she was finally asleep. When he was sure she wouldn't wake up, he slipped out of his room and went into the living room. He was happy that Jake, Bob, Coyote, and Phoenix all sitting there.

"I see you all got my message." Rooster began.

"Yeah we did... what's up Roos?" Coyote asked him.

"Someone hurt Vixen." He stated plainly. He didn't want to go into details, that statement was enough to anger everyone in the room. Vixen was their friend, their ray of sunshine, if someone messed with her, they messed with everyone.

"What I'm about to ask you to do is strictly off the books. After tonight we never talk about it because it never happened. We were all here hanging out together and drinking if anyone asks." Rooster starts.

"But we're going to go hurt someone and you can never ask me about it, but just know, they had it coming. If you aren't up for that you are free to leave." He tells them.

"We aren't going anywhere Rooster." Phoenix speaks for the group.

They all nod in agreement.

"Bob, can you and Phoenix stay here in case she wakes up or someone makes an unwelcome visit?" Rooster asks them. The pilot and her backseater immediately agree.

"Hangman, Coyote, you're with me." Rooster commands as he slips on a black hoodie.

"One question Bradshaw." Javy states before they leave... "Who's car are we taking?"

"We're taking my truck." Jake tells them. "No offense Rooster, but the Bronco isn't the best for an incognito mission. Not many of them on the road, but there are several black Silverados out there." He reasoned with them.

Rooster nodded in agreement as the trio went out into the night.

Jake hopped in the driver's seat, Rooster slid into the passenger's side and Coyote hopped in the back.

"Well gentlemen," Rooster spoke "Let's go get this fucker."

Hangman backed the truck out of the drive and headed to where he knew Matthews was staying. They would look there first. If he wasn't there, they knew a few of his other hangouts. Unfortunately when they turned onto his street his rental was dark his driveway was empty.

"Well this is a bust... where to next?" Jake asked.

"He's at the beach club on Sunset St." Coyote states showing them his phone. Kyle Matthews wasn't smart enough to have his social media set to private and Javy was easily able to pull up his Insta story and find him.

"Hot damn. Good job Detective Machado." Rooster joked as the truck rolled onto the street towards its next destination.

Jake steered his truck into the parking lot of the club. Rooster immediately spotted the mustang that Lt. Matthews drove. Hangman parked in the space next to it. The three men sat in the truck and wait for him to exit the venue.

"Roost, I know you said he hurt Vixen." Coyote spoke up breaking the silence in the truck. "Did he... you know?" Coyote asked afraid to speak the word.

"No, the son of a bitch tried though. Apparent she hit him with a right hook to the nose and ran for her life." Rooster informed him.

"Let's make him pay." Coyote said confidently.

"You don't put your hands on a woman. Every self respecting man knows that." Jake added, his Texas draw becoming more prominent. It always did when he was angry. The other men nodded in agreement. All three if them hailed from the south, and that sentiment was driven into them at a young age.

"Asshole incoming" Hangman said as they say Kyle make his way out of the club to his car. They all quietly exited the vehicle. Thankfully the douche had chosen to park in the darkest part of the lot, he wouldn't see them coming.

He fumbled with his keys as he walked towards his car.

"Lt. Matthews" Rooster called out from the shadow.

"Who's there?" The man spun around looking for a face to go with the voice.

"Your worst nightmare." Jake said as the trio stepped forward.

"Hangman, Coyote, Rooster? What are you doing here?" Kyle asked them once he saw who was there.

"We have business with you Matthews." Rooster spat out.

"What business?" He asks and edge of anger in his voice.

"We came to finish was Vixen started" Coyote almost growled at him.

"Really? You guys are here to defend that bitch? She almost broke my nose! Did she tell you that?" Matthews yells at them.

"Yeah she did. She also told us about how you treated her and what you tried to do to her." Rooster shoots back.

"The skank was asking for it I meam Jesus Christ who doesn't put out on the third date. Her call sign is VIXEN for crying outloud!" He shouts trying to somehow justify his actions.

"Well if you think call signs are what the person should act like maybe we should change yours to Coward considering that's what you are." Coyote states taking a step closer.

"You know you Yankee bastard, it might be okay to put your hands on a woman where you are from, but where we are from, that's about the lowest thing a man can do. We respect our women around here, and take care of those who don't." Hangman states, his voice low, and his southern twang thick.

"I don't have to stand here and listen to think. Fuck you assholes, dumb bitch got what she deserves, though I will have to say it was pretty hot hearing her beg for me to let her go, too bad I didn't get to--"

Lt. Matthews doesn't get to finish his sentence. He is cut off by Rooster's fist connecting with his jaw. The force of it sends him staggering backwards and to the ground.

"The fuck Bradshaw!" He curses out getting to his feet. He lunges for Bradley only for Jake to land a right hook to his torso, forcing the air out of his lungs.

Kyle doubles over which gives Javy the opportunity to deliver a swift kick to the ribs. He groans out in pain.

Rooster picks him up by his shirt collar and pins him against the side of his car. His fist meets the other man's face a few times. There is a nasty crunch followed by a pool of blood, Rooster knows he has broken Kyle's nose. He had stayed silent most of the time, but as Rooster raised his fist again he spoke

"You think that bitch is going to put out for you now? If she does let me know if you enjoy hearing her scream and beg as much as I did." He states before laughing.

Rooster's body flooded with anger. He drops his fist and wraps his hands around the other lieutenants throat, squeezing the air from his lungs. If Hangman and Coyote hadn't been there to stop him, Rooster would have surely killed him.

He let's up just a little before bringing his face close to Matthews's. "If you ever get near my girl again, I swear to God himself I will rip your heart out of your chest and have it for breakfast. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes" Matthews stammered out.

"Yes what?" Rooster groans

"Yes sir." Matthews replies before Bradley finally releases his grip.

"And if anyone asks you what happened you tell them you tripped and fell down some stairs or off a curb, I would hate for us to have to meet again like this." Jake tells him as Kyle climbs into his car.

"Understood." He says before peeling out of the club.

The group gets back into Jake's truck and enjoy a silent ride home. They share a silent understanding that this night never happened. Once they get back to the bungalow, Rooster is shocked to find Vixen standing in the living room with her arms crossed and shooting daggers at them with her eyes.

"Hey Vix! Glad you are up." Rooster begins trying to act casual.

"Oh no you don't! Just where have you three been! Rooster you promised me you wouldn't go after him.

"Sweetheart, we just went out for a little drive and some air. Nothing to worry your pretty little head about." Rooster replies.

"So that isn't Kyle Matthews's blood on your knuckles then?" Vixen asks with a matter of fact tone.

The boys shrug. "Ugh I can't believe you. I told you not to do anything!"

"Vixen, honey, relax, we didn't anything." Rooster said stepping closer to her and pulling her in his arms.

"Karma did." He finished looking down at her.

"Karma huh?" Vixen shrugged looking at everyone.

Before she became a pilot she never had anyone in her corner, but now, standing in the living room at one of her lowest points she realized that the people infront of her weren't just her friends, they were her family.

"Well, since Karma did me a favor. How do you suppose I repay them?" Vixen asks.

"I could think of a thing or two." Rooster says before pulling her in for a kiss.

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diedinacrash · 10 months

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So I tried to translate the new interview with Dominik. Here's part 1 for all of you out there

I: Everything's good if the end is good?

D: Usually it is.

I: It was very interesting to watch you after the final whistle. Can you remember how you were feeling? What were you thinking?

D:Not only after the final whistle, I'm not sure when we got the second goal, in the 75 minute I think. about what went through me in the last twenty minutes…a lot of things. To be honest, I never give up and trust 120 percent in myself and my team but in that moment when I was standing at the kick-off that 120 percent lowered 119, and for a very little bit I lost my faith. But I knew it couldn’t end like this. So…as it was visible in the last twenty minutes, I tried to play like it was only the start of the match, I tried to keep every ball, I tried, like the others, to win as many one on one fights we could, I tried all types of the free kicks and the corner kicks. And we did have some chances afterwards, unfortunately we couldn’t score from the ones prior to the last goal. But just like you said, everything is good if the end is good.

I: Do you know why that 1 percent was missing?

D: Because, because everything started so well, we started the game so well, because in the first fifteen-twenty minutes they had no chance. We are leading 1-0, they get a red card, we are one man up, then they get a second red, which I think was 50-50, if you give it you give it, if you don’t you don’t, it’s up to the referee. But it was all in our hands, maybe it was the problem that we calmed down, that we can handle it from here. And of course we have a clever Milos over here, he had been told in three languages to please play clever and don’t do anything stupid…57th minute, red card. I was like okay, it’s not a problem, it’s like the game would start now, becaus we had the same number of players. But we are not allowed to let them come onto us, get into or half, the lad ran through four of our men, does the solo of his life, and gets a penalty. Which, to be honest, he ran into Szalai…and they didn't look it back. Anyways, I told the ref at the beginning that I won’t speak, because I already have two yellows, so even if there is a doubtful situation, I leave from there. It’s visible at the penalty that I didn’t even go there, because I really want to play against Montenegro, no matter how it ends. And as the lad scored it I was just staring ahead, after the match I spoke with Lang, and he said the same that he never saw me so lost in the darkness. From an easy match, that could’ve ended pretty fast, we made something like this. But after a minute I clicked back, that was enough to get myself together, then I continued to do my job.

I: Prior to the Lithuanian match, or I rather say after defeating the Serbs there was a chance that the team could be drawn from the first pot. How much attention did you pay to this before the game against Lithuania? And there was still a chance before the Bulgarian game, that you could get into the top six, or in the top five plus the host country?

D: To be honest, yes we did think about it a little bit, but the main goal was to qualify. For the past it was to play in the play-offs and qualify from there, and now thinking about the first pot, it’s a bit of a big jump I think. So, yeah, of course it would’ve been great but this is how it happened, we’re going to the Euros.

I: How stressed were you at the end of the Bulgarian game that the one against Montenegro might be a one on one, to decide who qualifies? Did you think about it in the last twenty minutes?

D: Yes, in those two minutes while I was waiting for the game to continue after the goal, everything went through my mind. In head I was already getting ready for the Montenegro game, but after those two minutes I was like, there won't be a one on one game, we’ll score one now.

I: It’s pretty interesting, on the internet you can find recordings, I’ll show it a bit later, about the situation before the first goal. Ádám Martin told it refined, in the game a bit less refined, where to kick the free kick, you basically kicked him in the head, because you are able to do that. (He means he has so good ball control that he could place it right where his teammate wanted, I’m not sure if it was understandable from the mirror translation) At the second free kick, from what the goal happened, did you say anything to anyone about where will you put it, and asked them to be there or was it totally different?

D: No, no. I was thinking a lot, seeing how much time was remaining, and I was thinking I should aim for the goal, but I knew that’s too much of a risk. It was around 40 meters I think, I thought about my goal against Turkey, and about taking the risk. It’s either a very big goal or it goes so far they’ll have to search for the ball for two days. Then I started to think what would be better, if no one touched a ball, if someone barely did, if it went on from us or from them, it’s all the same as long as it’s a goal. And you can see it on the video. I stopped where I was, in total shock, because I didn’t know what was going on, was it a foul, was it an off-side, did something happen. So I couldn’t really celebrate because I was frozen in place, later I was a little happy.

I: A little bypass, but I’m very curious, because it’s a big talking point in England. How did VAR change you, players, in these types of situations?

D: Very much, if there’s no VAR I’ll run out of the world. No, but really, because only then do I know that it was really a goal. But the referee whistled, and did one like this (he raised his arm and pointed somewhere), which could mean a free kick outside or that he points at the middle for a kick-off. But yeah, there I said we got it.

I: You have an interview, we could see it on the internet, that you gave to a Bulgarian college, he only asked if you could celebrate, or if you did celebrate. You seemed to be very tense there as well. Were you, or did you just have enough and wanted to go home?

D: No, I was tense, and I also had enough, and it was good to release the steam a bit in there. And honestly, how can you ask something like that…the answer was easy, we did celebrate, but normally you don’t ask something like this from someone who qualified for the Euros.

I: Yeah, I agree absolutely. And it’s really something that never happened in our lifetime before, that you qualify as number one from the group. But there is still a match for the first place. How hard is it to concentrate on it, that you should get first place, how important is it to be first in the group? Is it important because of what pot the team will get into, or there’s really no difference between the second and the third pot. Or do you want to play great for the fans?

D: It’s a good question, because again, this must be achieved. I…I don’t think it’s evident, so we achieved a level, that as I said it before, is thanks to us. And we placed expectations high, and we talked about it today that we are the team with the longest undefeated run in the world, so it’s very good being in this, and continuing it. But I don’t know after how many years, or if we ever before qualified for the Euros from our group…I’m not sure if I remember correctly.

I: For example, the last time we had an undefeated year was 1976.

D: So yeah, we did achieve something that hasn’t been since 1976, as you say. And everyone must be proud of this really, because everyone put so much effort into it, the players, the staff members, the physiotherapists, the coach, everyone. No one is here because...or we are not where we are because of me or because of the other player or because of the gaffer, but because we are together in this and everyone knows their role in this. I don’t think it’s evident that we have to qualify as number one, of course as you said, it would be good, we are on it and the fans also deserve a match like that to finish this year with.

I: Are you happy that that game will be held on Sunday afternoon, and you’ll have a bit of time, not to rest, but to regenerate before the derby against City?

D: I’m happy, but if it was on Tuesday, that wouldn’t be a problem either, I could rest enough, I'm still young. But it’s good that the game is at three o’clock, probably more kids could come to the game because it’s not so late, so I’m happy. The atmosphere will be very good, I hope at least.

I: You mentioned that you placed the expectations high for yourselves, and I totally agree. It’s not coming from Hungarian football, for example that you have to fight for a group win in the National Leagues. Or now, that you could qualify as number one from the group to the Euros while the Italians fight and the Polish are suffering, and Ireland can’t even qualify at this point. How hard is it to deal with the growing popularity, that no question exists currently, because twice as many people sit down to watch a National team game than they did three or five years ago.

D: It's not pressure, or at least everyone deals with it differently…

I: How do you?

D: For me it’s not pressure. Really there’s only a few things that can put me under pressure, for example this game succeeded in this. But really, I know what I’m capable of, what my team is capable of and I think everyone knows about themselves what they can or can’t do. And that we achieved this level is only thanks to us. As I said, I love to be here, I would spend all my days here if I could. I never laugh as much as I do here at anywhere else, and in addition we are successful, so it’s amazing.

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sketchy-rosewitch · 1 year

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Wait for Me: Bobby Cobb x afab!reader

Warnings: a/b/o dynamics, PinV, kinda angsty for like five seconds

A/N: I’m going feral over this stupid man, just fucked with my and probably yours too emotions during the smut though

“Jules I can’t come in today.” You huff and stretch, your cramps start to build up.

“Why?!” She says, in her classic worried motherly tone. You roll your eyes.

“Ran out of suppressants. I’m going through my heat. I probably won’t be back in until Monday.” You explain, you look at your bed and frown at the nest you made. You honestly needed to get more pillows and blankets.

“Do you need one of us to come over?! I know Bobby isn’t that reliable but I think he can help!”

Your eyes almost pop out of your head. “No! No one needs to come over. I got everything handled and- Jules don’t tell me you already texted him…” You whine into the phone.

“I’m sorry but I gotta make sure you’re looked over. I know how hard heats can be on your own.”

You take a deep breath in and out. “You couldn’t have told Ellie to come over?” Your feet start stamping around anxiously.

“No she has Stan and you know how mean she can get. I don’t want her saying something and you take it too…personally.”

You whine louder into the receiver. “Bobby isn’t marked though and I’m not either. You know how much I like him. What if something happens!”

Tears well up.

“Everything is gonna be okay! I promise! No marking or anything will happen! Now I gotta go. Love you!”

You frown. “Love you Jules…”

She ends the call and you furrow your brows at your nest. Huffing you grab everything and move it to the living room. Blankets, pillows, sheets, shirts. All scattered across your rugs. You fix it so it’s the most comfortable. Then you go to your fridge, grabbing all of your waters and then your pantry, unpacking your favorite chips and sweets. You set everything on the outside of your circle.

Your body begins to sweat and you let out a soft whine, feeling a cramp coming in you grip the arm of the couch and start to growl. Slowly, slick leaks out of you and you hit your fist against the couch.

Your doorbell rings and you can smell Bobby’s musk, sage and a smokey scent fill your nostrils. You slam your fist into the sofa one more time, letting out another growl before getting up and marching over to the door.

Bobby stands there with that stupid grin you wanna wipe off his face. He holds multiple T-shirts of his, a sweatshirt, and even one of his tank tops. In his other hand are more waters and some of your favorite snacks. Your heart swells up, you growl slightly and roll your eyes.

“I don’t need you. I can do this alone.”

You stamp your foot on your tile floor.

“J-bird wanted me to come help you. So I’m gonna help. Also you’re a friend so you know I gotta or I’ll feel guilty. I brought you a lot of things to help you.” Bobby holds up the bag of food and water before stepping into your house. You slam the door shut and take the water and snacks, setting those too on the outside of your nest.

You stomp back into your room and grab your vibrator and knotted dildo and bring them out, throwing them into the nest.

Bobby has his shoes off and is in a tank top and sweats.

You look at him up at him. Feeling extremely small.

“I hate you.” You sit in your nest, only in underwear and a huge t-shirt.

“I know but I promised I’d help in any way I could. It’s only for a couple of nights and I promise we won’t speak about this to anyone or ever again.”

You nod your head and curl up, your hand pats the spot close to you and Bobby enters your nest and sits next to you.

You turn on the tv and lean your head on his shoulder. He wraps a comforting arm around you as you two watch a movie.

You try and resist but your thighs begin getting hotter and hotter throughout the movie. It’s not until the final fifteen minutes that you start whining and shifting uncomfortably. Bobby’s other hand reaches over and caresses your thigh. A shaky breath leaves your mouth.

Your focus leaves the tv, you look at Bobby and whine louder. Slick soaks your panties completely, you feel Bobby’s fingertips glide along them.

Why won’t he look at you!

You mewl. This time Bobby turns his head, his eyes are hazy, you know yours are too.

“What do you need from me? I’ll give you anything.” The alpha rasps. You almost fall apart. His thumb grazes over your bottom lip. “Talk to me.”

“I want you to knot me. Please knot me.” You lick the tip of his thumb. He groans and nods his head.

“I can do that.” Bobby smiles, you lean in and kiss him aggressively. His calloused hand grazes your scent gland, making you groan into the kiss. Bobby lays you back and places gently kisses all over your body. He takes off your soaked panties and your band tee, then he takes off his own clothes. You stare at his cock and whimper.

“It’s big.”

Bobby chuckles and buries his face between your shoulder and neck. He rubs his cock between your slick. You buck up into him.

“Alpha-“

You silence yourself and feel as he twitches when you say that.

“Sorry.” You almost feel like sobbing. Why did you say that?

“Shhh, S’okay Omega.” Bobby reassures.

He covers the head of his cock in your slick before pushing it slowly in. He peppers you neck with kisses and you start to pant, your tongue sticking out of your mouth. A small moan chokes out of you.

“So pretty. Sound so nice. You like that? Your so tight. Fuck-“ Bobby bucks his hips into you, letting out vulgar groans in your your ear. His cock stretches you out, your back arches and you hold onto the blankets below you. Drool drips down your face and Bobby licks it up, kissing you more after. He pulls out and rams back into you starting a quick and rough fuck. Your mind is swirling as your eyes roll to the back of your head.

Should’ve gotten off of your suppressants sooner.

You knock yourself down a few pegs by coming back to reality. No, you should’ve just gotten them sooner. You can still have sex-

Bobby’s cock hits your cervix and you let out a sob, gripping him harder.

“Sorry, feel so good. I can’t help it. You’re such a good omega. So good. Good dog.”

Your pussy pulsates and you whine loudly. “You like that? I like being called a dog too. Fuck- ‘specially a good one.” Bo kisses and licks your scent gland, you growl lowly.

“Bite it.”

Bobby stops all of a sudden and everything comes flooding back. Your cramps start again and you let out a sob. “Don’t stop. Bobby come back.”

You look into his blue eyes, trying so hard to read him. He purses his lips.

“I can’t.”

“Why? Don’t you love me?” You furrow your brows.

“Now, don’t pull that with me. I’m helpin’ you. Can’t mark you though. I’m sorry I didn’t mean to lick it or even touch it. S’not gonna happen again.”

You let out a soft whimper, you messed everything up. A tear rolls down your cheek.

“Nu-uh. Please don’t cry. I’m sorry.”

He leans down and kisses away the tears that come after that. You roll your hips and Bobby groans, gripping your waist he ruts into you harder. He continues kissing your face.

“Hate when you cry. M’supposed to make ya feel good. Do you feel good?”

You nod your head and grab his face kissing him roughly. His cock pounds into you harder and harder as you pussy tightens. “Gonna cum on me?”

“Mhm!”

“Go ahead. You’re such a good dog.”

Your head lolls back and you squeal as white flashes in your vision. You roll your hips as your thighs shake. Bobby continues thrusting in and out of you and you feel a pop and a groan is heard from the blond above you.

He legs shake and his roll a much as they can. Cum floods your insides and you let out soft whines.

Bobby caresses your face as you two come down from your highs.

“You okay?”

You nod your head.

“Okay I’m gonna lift us up.” Bobby wraps his arms around you and swings you so you’re sitting on his lap. You lean your head on his shoulder and watch as he grabs a water a small thing of fruit snacks.

He brings the water to your face and tilts it, making sure you drink some. He then opens the fruit snacks and feeds you them one at a time.

“I was serious about you marking me.” You whisper. Bobby kisses your head.

“I’m sure you were. But I’m taking care of you. This can wait until after your heat. When your brain isn’t all fuzzy and horny.”

You kiss his shoulder and stare into space. “Give me your tank top.”

Bobby doesn’t hesitate. You take it and bury your face in it, groaning at his scent. You feel his cock twitch in you and giggle.

“I want to mark you so badly. Make sure everyone knows your mine. I’m just scared you’re gonna hate me after awhile.” Bobby wraps his arms around you and you do the same to him.

“I don’t think I could ever hate you Bobby. You’d be a great alpha. Especially to someone as stubborn as me.”

He rubs your back gently and kisses your shoulder.

#bobby cobb x reader #bobby cobb #cougar town #house of wax #bo sinclair

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zoeyslament · 1 year

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Dentist Trip (Javey OneShot)

Trigger warnings: homophobia, dentist, bl**d, surgery, anastesia. None of this is violent it’s litertally about a trip to the dentist.

Also this one is in first person pov :0

“Jack, if you record this, I’m lighting your hair on fire and shutting off the water.”

That was what Davey had told me as I drove him toward the dentist’s office to get his wisdom teeth out. I’d thankfully landed myself in a scenario where the wisdom teeth just fell in beside the rest of my pearly-whites, and therefore didn’t need them removed. My boyfriend, however, wasn’t so lucky. We’d had this scheduled for weeks now, and every day he’s reminded me of how much he was dreading it. And now, here he was, pouting in the front seat of my beat-up blue car.

“I won’t, Davey.” I assured him, chuckling a bit as I pressed down on the gas pedal. “Unless you say something really funny, of course…”

What we were of course talking about were those stupid videos of people saying dumb shit while out of it coming off anastesia. There was footage of people trying to eat their own fingers, convinced their friends and family were dogs, that kind of garbage. I’d joked that I was going to make one too.

“I’m serious about the hair-on-fire thing.” He looked away from me, staring out the window. It was raining, which probably wasn’t doing much for his mood.

“Sure, babe.” I took one hand off the wheel and patted his shoulder. He glared at me.

“Hands at ten and two, Jack.” Davey grumbled. “Didn’t anyone ever teach you that?”

With a sigh, I placed my hand back on the wheel. Davey returned to hating his own existance for the time being, and I put my eyes back on the road. The office isn’t too far from home, only around a fifteen minute drive, so we should have been coming up on it soon.

Sure enough, I laid eyes on it. A stout, navy-blue building with glass double doors adorned with a logo of a smiling tooth holding a tube of toothpaste. The rain continued to pound against the concrete of the parking lot, forming puddles in the ditches surrounding the area. I pulled into the nearest parking spot (an excellent parking job if I do say so myself) and looked over to Davey. His dread and anger seemed to have shifted to fear. I clasped my hand around his, unbuckling so I could reach him easier. I cupped Davey’s face in my free hand, taking in his features: those soft lips, those big blue eyes, and those thick, lovely curls.

“It’s gonna be alright.” I whispered, and I could feel him nuzzling his face into my hand. “It’ll all be over before you know it.”

“Thanks, Jackie.” He whispered back, a shudder making its way down his spine. I nodded and pulled him in for a kiss—just a soft, gentle brush against his lips—and then opened my door, racing around to the other end to open Davey’s for him. He smiled a bit, stepping out and grabbing onto my hand. As we ran to the relief the small onning provided from the rain, I gave his hand a comforting squeeze.

I pulled open the door and held Davey’s hand all the way into the waiting room. I sat him down next to me on one of the little sofas they have in there, and he rested his head on my shoulder.

This attracted some attention from the other clients. An older woman wrinkled her nose up in disgust, eyeing my boyfriend and I like we were particularly disgusting wads of gum she’d found stuck to her shoe. A guy about our age whispered something into his girlfriend’s ear, and she erupted into a fit of giggles. A man actively turned his young son away so he was no longer facing us.

I don’t know whether it was my close contact with Davey, my black-painted nails, or my pride-pin adorned vest that gave away that I was dating a dude, but I hated the fact that everyone else in that office seemed to be a conservative white person. The man with the kid in particular had an American flag tattooed across his right arm, a cross and the words ‘straight = great’ on his left. I wanted to drive my fist through the guy’s yellowing teeth, but also didn’t want to get up. The couch was rather comfortable.

It didn’t matter, because before long Davey was called back anyway. He took a few shaky breaths and got up, his loving boyfriend (me) grasping his sweaty palm.

The dental assistant, a young woman named Julia, brought us to one of the operative rooms.

“Mr. Jacobs, you just sit down in the chair there. Mr. Kelly, you can sit on the stool in the corner for now, but we’ll need you to head back to the waiting room once we get the operation under way.” She explained.

I looked into Davey’s eyes. He was clearly very tense. But I knew I couldn’t get in the way of the dentists and technicians, so I took my seat on the stool and watched as Julia placed the mask-like thing over my lover’s nose, the anastesia I presumed. After a few minutes his eyes were shut.

“He won’t feel a thing, don’t worry.” Julia handed me a sheet of paper with information about the procedure. “He’ll probably be a little out of it when he wakes up, though.”

”I know,” I laughed. “Same thing happened last year, with my ex. I brought her here, same as I did for Davey.”

”Oh, yes!” Julia clapped her hands together. “Ms. Plumber! How’s she doing?”

”Well.” He informed her. “Got into her dream school, and she’s still writing. She’s trying to get published.”

”Always had big dreams, that one.” Julia nodded, turning her back to me and pulling on a pair of blue latex gloves. “You two were close for a long time.”

”Met in freshman year, yeah.” I said. “Best friends ever since. Our relationship just wasn’t meant to be romantic, I guess.”

“And that’s okay! Seems like you’ve found someone perfect anyway.” She beamed, flicking her hand in Davey’s direction.

“Yeah.” I sighed. “Been with him for nearly a year now.”

”Are you two hoping to tie the knot soon?” Julia examined her tools, basically paying me no mind.

“Maybe, after we graduate this year.” I admitted. “I’d like to propose, but who knows if he’ll say yes or not.”

”Well, I wish you luck.” Julia smiled. “The dentist will be in shortly, you can head back to the waiting room, okay?” She pointed down the hallway.

I stood up and before leaving, made my way to Davey, sound asleep. I brushed some of his chocolate brown curls out of his face and pressed my lips against his forehead. I swear I saw him smile a little bit in his unconsciousness.

“It’ll be over before you know it.” I repeated, though I knew he wouldn’t be able to hear me. “I’ll be here to pick you up.”

“Thanks for the speech, Mr. Kelly, but please head back out to the waiting room.” Julia tapped her foot impatiently as I retreated with a sigh. I passed lines of fake potted plants—not as pretty as the real ones my boyfriend somehow managed to keep alive back home—and paintings of smiling people holding toothbrushes, a huge chalkboard with ‘remember to floss!’ written in big block lettering, and a huge portrait of a young girl, toothbrush in hand like the others, all on my way back to the waiting room. I’d have loved to have paid attention to any of those things, I really would, but my mind was focused on Davey.

I really wished they would have let me stay there with him, so I could be there when he woke up. I sat down on the same couch as before, looking over the paper Julia had given me.

It said that the procedure would likely take a little over an hour. I crossed my legs, folding the paper in half and jamming it in my vest pocket and pulling out my phone.

I scrolled through my messages—mostly spam—for a few minutes, quickly getting bored of that and clicking on one of my mobile app games. It entertained me for a while before I saw a message pop up on screen.

A text from Sarah: ‘How’s my brother?’

I bit my bottom lip then released it, tapping out the message: ‘Okay I think’

’Is he asleep?’ She responded.

’Yep’

‘Oh good’

My nerves started to wash over me again. What if something went wrong and I never saw him again? That couldn’t happen, could it? No, it was impossible! Right? I felt a bead of sweat trickle down my forehead as I glanced around the room. The father and son had been called in, and the boyfriend and girlfriend were also nowhere to be seen, but the old lady was still glaring at me, her eyes narrowed in the direction of my pride pins—three of them. A simple bi flag, a rainbow flag, and a blue one with a pair of interlocking male gender symbols (⚣) with a heart around them.

I couldn’t stand this place. I wanted to go home, but at this point it wouldn’t be worth it to drive all the way there and just turn back. The rain had ceased, I noticed, so I took a few steps outside and onto the onning.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket again. There were a few more messages on it, all from Sarah.

’Is he out yet?’

‘Jack is he okay?’

I shuddered nervously and clicked the keys in response. ‘He’ll be another half hour, but he’s ok ig’

’Oh’

At this point, I didn’t want Sarah worrying. I put the phone to my left ear and called her, she picked up immediatly.

”He’s okay.” I started by saying. “I’m worried too, but he’s alright.”

Sarah let out a deep breath. “It’s a relief to hear you say it out loud.”

”I understand.” I muttered. “Thirty more minutes, I think. He’s doing great. He’s gonna be pretty out of it when he wakes up though.”

”Record him.” She chuckled. “He said some great stuff the last time he had something like this done.”

”There was a last time?” I grinned.

”He was nine. I doubt he remembers, but he talked about Cheetos for like an hour straight.”

”I cannot wait to tease him about that.” I joked. “But I promised him I wouldn’t record any of it. I think he’s worried I’ll show it to people.”

Sarah gave a hearty laugh ftom her end of the phone. “Alright, I’ll let you go now.”

”Thanks, Sarah.”

She hung up, and I was feeling a bit better. I leaned against the wall of the building, checking my phone for the time every few minutes. Once thirty minutes were up, I went back inside and found Julia waiting for me.

“He’s all set. We’ve been done for a few minutes now, just giving him some time to wake up.” She explained. “He did great.”

I sighed with relief. “Can I go in and see him?”

”Follow me.” She directed me towards the room.

Davey was sitting up in the chair, his eyes half-shut, his hair a mess, and his mouth swollen with gauze. He looked at me, and part of me thought he didn’t recognize me.

”You’re all set to go.” Julia announced. She turned to me. “Only soft foods for a while, okay? Take care of him, Jack, he’s basically your little baby for the next few days.”

”He’s always my little baby.” I blushed, helping Davey to his feet and holding onto his hand. Julia chuckled and led us both outside. Davey stumbled over his own feet most of the way, murmuring sleepily.

Once I had him firmly seated and buckled in the front seat, I pulled out of the parking lot and took to the road. “How do you feel?”

”I love you.”

That wasn’t what I expected to hear. But sure enough, there he was, smiling like an idiot with the bloody gauze sticking out of the corners of his mouth. “Love you!” He repeated again, as if this were the funniest joke in the world. Then, he said something that sounded a lot like “Will you go out with me?”

I rolled my eyes teasingly. “Davey, I’m already taken!” I grinned. This caused a tear to start rolling down his cheek. “What?”

I realized what I’d done. “No no! Taken by you! We’re dating, remember? You’re my boyfriend!” I assured him, and his tears turned to laughter again. “I love you!”

That conversation went on for a while: Me explaining that he and I were already together, and Davey following it up with ‘I love you’.

I wouldn’t have it any other way.

He must have been pretty sleepy, because after only ten minutes of driving, he was sound asleep with his head resting on the closed window. The final five minutes of the drive home were just silence, punctuated only by the occasional snore.

I pulled into our apartment complex’s parking lot, right in our assigned spot. The car lurched to a sudden stop and Davey was shaken awake.

“Sorry about that, honey.” I whispered. “Now come on, let’s get you to bed.” He looked up to me sleepily. I opened the car door and scooted around in front to get to his. I helped him to his feet, keeping him steady where he stood in a puddle of water from the earlier rainstorm.

“Think you can make it up five flights of stairs by yourself?” I asked, gently stroking my hand down his cheek. “No? It’s alright, we can take the elevator.”

Inside, I headed straight for the elevator, Davey by my side. I pressed the button for floor 6 and help him inside. I held onto him the entire time, letting him use my shoulder as a pillow. We made it up to the sixth floor and down the hall to room 641. I slipped the key into the lock, turning it and listening to the pleasant clicking noise it made.

“Come on.” I tugged him through the doorway and sat him down on our sofa, pulling a blanket over the both of us. He was sleeping again when my phone vibrated in my pocket.

Sarah again, I was sure. ‘Got him?’

’Yeah, we’re home. He’s sleeping’ I smiled as I typed out the message.

’What’d he say’

’Mostly he just told me he loved me, actually’

‘That’s so sweet’

I tucked it away again and helped my boyfriend into a more comfortable position, laying down beside him, holding him close.

”Today was kind of a disaster.” I murmured. “But you do look pretty adorable, so that makes it better.”

About a week after our disaster trip to the dentist, everything was going well. Davey was finally eating solid foods again (after quite a bit of whining and protests because that man has no pain tolerance) and had stopped complaining of his gums bothering him. I was just happy he wasn’t in pain any more as we sat together on the couch, watching late-night Wheel of Fortune reruns.

“Hey, Jack?” Davey leaned over out of the blue.

“Yeah, babe?”

”What sort of stuff did I say on the way home that day?” He asked, humor twinkling in his blue eyes.

“You mostly just told me you loved me.” I smiled. “It was super cute. I mean, you’re always cute, but…” my voice trailed off. “You know what I mean.”

He chuckled and moved closer so our bodies were touching, Davey providing me with all of his comfort and warmth. “Yeah, I get it. I love you, Jack.”

”I love you too, Davey, and frankly, I’m just happy you didn’t set my hair on fire.”

#newsies #jack kelly #davey jacobs #david jacobs #au #headcanon #oneshot #modern au #javey #javid

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sith-qween · 2 years

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Come, Let Us Teach You

Fandom: DBZ

Pairings: Reader x Vegeta, Reader x Nappa, Reader x Raditz

Words: 3.4K

Rating: M (later on)

Warnings: Sayian Reader, Mating Cycles/Heats, Ginyu Force, Dark Frieza, No protection, probably more, I will update as we go lol

You had only heard stories of the man, hearing how he ordered people around and slaughtered them on the spot if they displeased him. You also heard the stories about how he was a monstrous tyrant who destroyed planets and enslaved others. You held yourself together however, there was no point in showing fear.

You followed the other three down the hall, noticing as you walked behind them they all had their tails neatly wrapped around their waists. You would do that out of habit, but you also enjoyed keeping it free to express yourself. However seeing just how big of a weakness it was, you copied them and wrapped it around your waist.

They finally came to a door and knocked lightly before the doors hissed open and you all stepped inside. The room was large and held a large window that oversaw the galaxies, in front of the window looked like a floating chair. You had been too busy staring to notice the other three kneeling, and you scrambled to do the same. You waited in the silence that seemed to go on forever,

"You lot may rise. I want the full report." he ordered. His voice is raspy and impatient. You stood with the others, finally lifting your gaze to fall on the man who sat in the chair. He looked so small in the chair, his skin was mostly white, aside from the odd purple and pink patch. Upon his head were two long horns and his eyes were a solid red that sent shivers along your spine.

He looked nothing like you would have imagined a merciless tyrant. However his stare along was enough to confirm any doubts that you might have had.

"We arrived on the planet in record time. We all split up and searched the planet for him. It seemed pretty empty aside from wild creatures. It took about 45 minutes before we received the transmission from, [y/n] reporting she had found him. By the time we had gotten there things had gotten messy and he continued to resist us. Unfortunately we were forced to use drastic measures to bring him back." Vegeta spoke quickly, however each and every word was precise and clear. You were a little bit surprised at just how serious he had become.

There was a brief moment of silence before Frieza turned his attention to you. His stare caused goosebumps to start to invade your arms, making the hairs at the nape of your neck stand on end. You felt nothing but an intimidating fear course through your body but you stood your ground.

"[y/n].." he said, letting your name roll off his tongue as though giving it a taste, "What prompted the attack?" he questioned. You felt as though your mind ran blank the moment he addressed you. You knew exactly what had happened, the taunts the pain; and yet nothing would come out.

"Well, he just-" Vegeta started, trying to reply in your place.

"Vegeta," the tyrant interrupted instantly. His voice was stone cold and it held a warning,

"Yes, Lord Frieza?"

"I was addressing, [y/n]. I know she is a monkey, but I am sure she can reply for herself just as you can.” His words were like venom. While he addressed the other, you could feel the warning behind his words and it sent fear through you again. When he turned back to face you you cleared your throat before you found your voice,

"I found him and alerted the others before I did anything. I approached him with caution, and told him that we were there to save him. I don't really understand what happened, but it's safe to assume he didn't want to be saved. He jumped me and started fighting me, he was weak, and it was clear he hadn't had any practice for some time. He kept indirectly saying he had been manipulated, and I assumed he was trying to avoid whatever it was. However I had a mission so I wasn't about to let him get away."

You reported, leaving out the little bit of his grabbing your tail and reducing you to nothing but a punching bag.

"After that the others arrived and we returned." you concluded, your eyes holding his stare. He seemed to be searching for something, a sense of doubt or anger in your eyes. When he found none he seemed to relax a little bit and he sighed.

"Nonetheless he has been brought back, and for his treason in attacking your group, he will be punished. You lot will be given a few days before I will send you your next mission. Your payment should be transferred to your accounts by now. You are dismissed." he finished, dismissing you guys without so much of a second thought. However his eyes never left you. He was still watching you and it was starting to turn your stomach inside out. He was making you more nervous then you had ever been before in your life.

As you all bowed out and stepped out, it felt like the air was a lot lighter and you took in a deep breath. Attempting to calm the racing in your chest, and calm your swimming mind. You felt like you were going to eject your stomach at any moment, and the burning pain that still lingered through your body was making your head start to swim again.

You were only half listening as they started to talk within themselves. They were heading towards the lunch hall and you winced at the idea of food at the moment and you excused yourself.

Going back to the medical ward you entered and asked if they had any medicine to help the pain, and they gave you some and you thanked them before heading to your room. It had only been a handful of days, and it felt like forever since you had seen your bed. Getting a glass of water from the sink you swallowed the pills and moved over to the couch and lay across it, placing your hand on your head.

A soft rapping at the door caused your eyes to flicker open and your turned you head towards the door. You must have dozed off into a little nap. Blinking your eyes a few times you sat up and turned so that your feet were now on the floor and your body was curled over a little bit,

"Come in." you called before your lips parted in a yawn. Rubbing your eyes with the back of your hand, you watched the door open slowly and a familiar Saiyan poke his bald head in. You were a little bit surprised to see him, but you didn't say anything. Stepping in he closed the door behind him he came over and held out a bowl and a spoon,

"You didn't come to dinner, but you should eat something. Your body has taken a lot of stains, so some food will do some good - even a little bit." he said, giving you a warm smile. You couldn't help but smile at his nice gesture. Taking it you muttered a soft thank you before you dug in. It was warm, but not hot - it was just right to dig into.

The other took a seat next to you on the couch and didn't bother to make any attempt at interrupting your meal.

"So you have an idea in case something happens before we can train you, I thought you should know a few tips on controlling the power your tail has over you." he started and he leaned back on the couch, watching you as you kept downing the soup. "Train your body to counter the pain, start by using it for moving things more, and the more accustomed to it you are, the more it will be like them grabbing an arm or leg; you will feel uncomfortable but you will still be able to control your muscles.

You listened to him speak and nodded in understanding. It sounded pretty easy, you were able to do that a little bit here and there, but it made you try so you avoided it.

"That makes sense, thank you. I will try and work on it in my spare time.." you muttered softly before taking another spoonful. Glancing up at the other from under your eyelashes "So I've noticed the three of you seem to have a bit of a reputation.. you all know about my background but all I know about you guys is that you are Saiyans and Vegeta is supposedly the prince.."

That made Nappa laugh softly and he nodded slowly. He looked at you, almost as if trying to figure out where he should start.

"Well it is true that Vegeta is the prince. Our home planet, Vegeta was ruled under his father - who was also called Vegeta." he started and laughed when he saw you starting to raise a brow, "Don't ask me why! I just know that's what they are called. Anyways, my family was of the higher class and I was trained from a young age to serve the royal family. I was there by the Prince's side the day he was born and ever since.." He explained. You couldn't help but blink in surprise. So Nappa had been looking after the prince this whole time?

"How did you ever manage..?" you asked in disbelief. Finishing the contents of the soup you placed the bowl and spoon down on the small coffee table and pulled your feet up under you on the couch and turned to face him while he talked.

"It's a lot easier than you would think!" he laughed, "Vegeta was very young when our home planet was destroyed, and Raditz was lucky to have made it out of there. I was always by Vegeta's side and when we were sent on a mission with Raditz, we just happened to be the only ones off planet when it happened.. Since then we stuck together - even if Raditz is of a lower class." he continued, explaining how they managed to escape the same fate as the rest of their race. You had been lucky as well, having been away from your home planet, however it made you feel sad inside. You would never get to know your true home planet, or get to know many of your race.

"Hey now, you're not missing much! We rarely got to be planetside, we were always being sent on missions. From a young age they sent us off to destroy planets!" He said with a big smile, as if trying to convince you not to be sad. You smiled at him for his try, even though you wouldn't be able to deny the longing in your chest.

You remained quiet and let your eyes fall to your lap as you thought about it all. How much different would your life be if you had grown up with your race. Would you be stronger? Would you have similar manners to the other three? Your mind was racing as you thought about it.

It felt like it came out of nowhere when you felt a large hand on your chin, lifting your head. You eyes met the older man and you just stared at him for a moment before he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. You would be lying if you said that you weren't surprised. He didn't force you and the sudden act of affection took you off guard; however you would admit it was rather nice when they were gentle with you for once, it was a nice change of pace from their normally rough attitudes.

Testing the waters you cautiously pressed your lips back, returning it carefully. Until the other two, he was being so tender and delicate, as if he was afraid to break you if he was any rougher. It made you smile a little at the thought of the beast of a man being so careful.

It was a short and sweet kiss, and he pulled away and smiled softly at you. Standing from the couch he stretched out and looked down at you and took the bowl, "Well I am going to leave you to get some rest. You need it."

And just like that he was gone.

You were surprised to say the least but you were slowly beginning to feel comfortable around those three. You couldn't forget the way they all looked when they finally came to your rescue. The anger and rage in their faces, the blood on their hands, and how tenderly they cared for you. You couldn't help but smile into the room and stand, deciding to take a shower and get cleaned up.

You had been saving your money since you arrived at the station, not wanting to run out; however after the recent events you decided it was time to treat yourself. You had been training harder and getting stronger then ever, not to mention you almost died. You definitely deserved a treat.

You entered the on ship pub and you went over to the bar and ordered a few drinks. There were a few female warriors on board and you were so happy to be able to have some womanly chat for once. As the night went on they started to leave, having to wake up early the next day. You lost count of the drinks you had with them, but you weren't ready to call it a night just yet and ordered another beer. Just as it arrived you notice red skin coming towards you and you lift your brows in curiosity,

"Hey! You're the new bloody monkey aren't you?" he demanded, his accent sounding somewhat foreign, but you couldn't quite place it at the moment.

"I am the newest Saiyan, yes?" you responded, with caution. Maybe you were drunk, but he sounded a little bit mad. You didn't recognize him at all, why was he mad at you? Surely you would recognize a red man who had long white hair, right? He looked vexed when you corrected him and he glared daggers into you,

"Are you dense? I am Jeice of the Ginyu Force! You bumped into me a while ago and you had the balls to talk back to me!" He snapped, his voice getting a little louder; but not loud enough to catch the attention of others there in the bar. If he wasn't already red, you would have thought he was turning red with anger and the very thought of it made you giggle a little bit,

"Silly, Jeice.. I'm a girl, I don't have balls.." you giggled and reached over and bopped the tip of his nose. The anger in his expression dulled a little and turned into a confused curiosity. Even when drunk, everyone knew the Ginyu Force and made quick to get out of there; however you were just sitting there giggling at him. "You look like a puppy.. so cute, I just want to pet you.."

You said reaching out to pet his white hair. He was quick to grab your hand and hold it in front of him. He looked at you while another man came over, he was a lot taller and his skin was a blue-ish grey. Looking up at him in admiration you looked between the two.

"Is she giving you trouble, Jeice?" the other said as he crossed his arms over his chest, giving you a quick glance over.

"Naw, mate. She is just really drunk and apparently wants to pet my hair.." he started, his grip loosening on your wrist before he let it drop down to your lap. He gave you a quick look over as well before he looked at his partner, "Burter.. she doesn't seem to know who the Ginyu Force is.."

As Jeice said this, you could see a wicked grin light up the other's face. You didn't quite get it and you turned away to take a sip at your drink before looking back at the other, a small pout playing on your lips. Your eyes fell on Jeice once more as you looked at his face. It was softer and more feminine than others, and it made him look really cute.

"No I don't.. But I do know that you are really cute.." you said, letting a cutesy smile play on your lips as you leaned closer.

"I think she likes you," Burter grinned and nudged the smaller man. Grinning, he placed a red hand under your chin and lifted your face towards his and gave you a closer look. He was examining you, his thoughts going wild as to what he could do with you.

"Maybe you can tell me tell me more about your Ginyu Force, back in my room.." you whispered, your voice a soft purr as he grinned pulling you closer, so that your breaths danced against one another. Your eyes flickered down to glance at his lips for a moment, however before you could do anything you felt a hand grab the collar of your armour and pull you back roughly.

Gasping out you struggled a bit before those same hands steadied you and pulled up to your feet. Noticing the long hair you glanced up to see Raditz as he pulled you into his chest. His face was stone cold as he glared at the two men. A dark grin danced onto his lips and he spat at them,

"Surely even the Ginyu Force should know better than to take advantage of a drunk woman." His voice was cold and protective. This made the two men laugh out loud. Their eyes clearly amused as they crossed their arms and faced him,

"Was it really me taking advantage of her, when she was all over me and inviting me back to her place?" he asked, lifting a brow. His comment made Raditz stiffen and his grip on your tightened. You let your body lean into him and you practically cuddled into him. It was clear he wanted to say more, but he knew about the duo, and he also knew that he stood no chance.

Sweeping you up into his arms he held you close and turned and left the room, leaving the two of them to laugh and shout comments after him. Ignoring them he headed straight to your room, opening the door and shutting it with ease. With a sigh he sat you on the edge of the bed.

"You really shouldn't go drinking by yourself anymore.. and you need to learn who you are flirting with.." he said through his teeth. He was clearly displeased with the scene he had come into. His little Sayian was inches away from making out with a member of the Ginyu Force, not to mention she was inviting him back to her room. You could hear how upset he was but you were more interested in his hair at the moment. Reaching out you ran your fingers through his black hair, it was a lot softer than you had originally thought.

"[y/n].. Never mind.. let's get you out of your armour and into bed.." he sighed and let you play with his hair while he coaxed you out of your armour, leaving you in your spandex suit. Placing your stuff off to the side he moved to turn you and lay you down when you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down to the bed with you.

"Stay with me, Raddish.." you ordered, giving him a little nickname in the process. Once you said it you couldn't help but giggle when he blushed at the name. He sighed and nodded and put the blankets over you and lay over them after he removed his own gear. Laying next to you he prayed you would fall asleep and he could sneak out, but drunk you had other plans for him.

Wrapping your arms around his waist you cuddled into his side. When he turned his head in curiosity you pressed your lips to his and smiled, pressing your body against his. You felt him stiffen for a moment before he gave up and wrapped an arm around your waist and turned over, giving you a small kiss back.

"Just go to sleep, [y/n]. I will stay here and be here when you wake up in the morning.. I promise.." he said in a whisper, a soft smile playing on his lips. You felt your heart flutter softly in your chest at him being so sweet and you nodded, cuddling against him and burying your face into the nape of his neck, sleep washing over your intoxicated state in no time at all.

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AN: Hey! Thought I would try posting this story here as well! This is a half completed story, you can find the most recent chapters on AO3, they see it first!

Find me elsewhere, https://linktr.ee/DesolatedSith

I hope you enjoyed!

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Sugar Punch - Chapter 55

*Warning Adult Content*

- Theo -

I was excited and nervous, Maddox would be here any moment and any minute now, I was going to ask him to be my boyfriend.

Maddox was what I wanted and after being in a six-month relationship that made me miserable, it gave me a lot of time to think about my life, and what I wanted, and didn't want.

He was the only one who made life worth it, he pushed me, made me feel like a better version of myself, I smiled, laughed and cried with him, it all felt natural to be around Maddox and I never wanted to regret giving us another shot just because of how things ended with Arthur.

It's been thirty minutes since Maddox called me and he really should be here by now...

I check my phone again and see that there was nothing from him, after-all, he said he's call me when he got here, just to let me know.

Did something come up?

Maddox hated being late, to anything at all, he liked punctuality in everything he did, so for him to be late... knowing that his apartment was only fifteen minutes from mine... it was weird.

I decided to just call him, who knows, he might be just stuck in traffic.

Just as I was about to press his name to call him, I get an incoming call from Aiden, Maddox's cousin.

That's... even more odd, I don't even think Aiden has ever called me before, he had my number for two years and not once has he contacted me, well... until now.

I accept the call and instantly hear the chaos in the background.

"Theo?" his quavering voice coming through the line quietly as he cried my name. "T-Theo, a-are you there? Don't hang u-up..."

'What the hell...?'

"Yeah, I'm here..."

'What is going on?'

"Aiden, what...?""

Maddox's been shot. F-Fuck, I can't believe t-this, t-that fucking bitch man, I'm s-so mad, I could fucking kill her, h-he's just been taken into surgery n-now, I'm freaking out, I-I don't know who else t-to call," he said, his voice breaking as he cried through the phone.

Shot...?

I don't think I heard him right.

Somebody shot him?

My whole body went stiff and it felt as though time had stopped as I process what he was saying, and what it meant.

"What hospital?" I asked, my heartbeat quickening as I felt sick, and nauseous and I ran to my doorway, to put my shoes on. "I-I'm coming right now, try and stay calm," I said, despite being anything but calm. "I-I'm leaving right now, j-just stay and wait, o-okay?"

As Aiden told me which hospital Maddox was taken to, I rushed out of my door whilst staying on the phone with him, I tried to calm him down as I got into my car and started driving to the hospital, where Maddox was in surgery.

It didn't take long to get there as it was only ten minutes away and close to my work, once I parked the car, I ran into the hospital and saw that there were loads of people standing outside of the hospital.

When I got closer, I saw that they were reporters and cameras from news TV networks, all saying the same thing, the same thing that I couldn't wrap my head around as I walked past them and walked into the waiting room.

I looked around, my heart almost leaping out of my chest as the smell of the hospital makes me feel sick, knowing that Maddox was in here somewhere, not knowing if he was alive or dead right now as I tried to find Aiden.

I could feel myself falling apart as I pushed past people in the waiting room, I wanted to cry and scream for someone to tell me that this wasn't happening, that this was all a nightmare but once I felt a hand on my shoulder, making me turn to see who it was, I knew that this was no nightmare.

Aiden had wrapped his arm around me and had started crying as I felt my own tears building and eventually falling as I tried my hardest to comfort Maddox's cousin and only family, who was breaking apart in front of me and all I could do was hold him.

"Aiden, what did they tell you?" I asked him, as he pulled back and wiped his wet face, soaked with tears.

I guided him to a seat and we both sat down, I held onto his hand for comfort as his leg started to shake as he looked at the floor in front of him, in obvious shock as his hands shook in mine.

"A w-woman had shot him t-three times," he grabbed his head, as his face twisted in pain. "O-Once in the chest, i-in the leg and once in his u-upper arm."

He looked at me as I looked away from him, trying to understand how this happened and who could do such a thing and just shoot him, for no reason at all.

I had hoped this was all just some big joke but this was serious and as hard as I tried, I couldn't stop myself from crying as I thought about how happy Maddox was just thirty minutes ago, wanting me to move in with him.

The last words he said to me... he was so happy, I was happy, we had told wanted to get together and be like how it was before everything went to crap, I was finally ready to let myself be happy...

I can't believe this was happening...

I don't know how much time passed but Jordan and his team, along with some of Maddox's friends had shown up in support of Aiden, whilst we waited for any news on his condition.

The news of Maddox being shot had gone wide world and hit every news channel over the past hour, it had gotten so bad that anyone with Aiden had to be moved to a private waiting room, as reported started to storm the hospital for answers on Maddox.

It was sickening, we didn't know if Maddox was alive or dead, every single one of us were falling apart whilst the reports and photographers tried to take as many photos as possible, whilst shouting out questions for information on Maddox.

"How you holding up, Theo?" a voice asks, as I lift my head to see that Jordan had sat down next to me.

I didn't know how to answer his question without another piece of me breaking, my throat hurt and my eyes were sore crying, I felt exhausted and emotionally drained, despite it only being over an hour since I arrived.

Maddox was my first love,and if none of this happened, he would be my only love but not knowing if he was alive was killing me inside.

I felt like I was dying along with him, the feeling alone felt like I had been stabbed in the heart.

"I'm... holding on," I said, not knowing how I was actually feeling.

I felt numb.

Jordan nodded his head, understanding completely as his eyes were equally bloodshot, the moment he had got here he had gone to Aiden and held it together for his sake but after Aiden calmed down again, Jordan had to leave the room.

When Jordan came back, everyone knew he had cried but no one said a word as there was not a single person inside this room that wasn't feeling what Aiden or Jordan were feeling.

"We're bound to hear something soon, not hearing anything is a good sign... we just need to be patient," he told me, almost like he was saying it to himself more than to me.

He was right... but it didn't help, Maddox was still fighting for his life and all I could do was sit here and try to be here for Aiden.

I wasn't technically anything special to Maddox in the eye of the public or to the people I didn't know inside this room with me, only Aiden and Jordan knew about our relationship, nobody but them knew just how much he meant to me and if Maddox died, how much it would break me apart.

We had waited two more hours until eventually the wide double doors leading to the theatre had opened and in walked the head surgeon, making everyone in the room quieten down as Aiden stood up and walked towards them.

"H-How is he?" he asked, his voice shaking as I stood up along with Jordan. "Is he alive?"

The room fell silent as the surgeon looked at all of us inside the room and after what felt like a lifetime, he smiled and nodded his head.

"Maddox is alive and out of surgery."

The tension in the room lifted the moment the words came out of his mouth, and once everyone went to Aiden to comfort him as he fell to the ground, I felt like a weight had been lifted from my heart, as I cried out in happiness.

"T-Thank you... thank y-you," Aiden cried, as I wiped my tears with my sleeve, my heart in my throat as a shaky breath escaped me, my hands and legs shaking.

Once Aiden had stood back up, the surgeon began speaking to Aiden and to all of us inside the room.

"Maddox had been incredibly lucky that none of the three bullets had hit any vital organs, he has a long road to recovery but I am fairly confident that Maddox will suffer no long-lasting injuries."

I listened quietly as I tried to hold myself together, just happy that Maddox was alive, nothing else mattered to me, he was alive and after being shot three times, Maddox was just fine.

"Will he fight a-again?" Aiden asked the leading surgeon, who looked at Aiden with a look of uneasiness on his face.

"It's too soon to say... I'm sorry Mr. Kellian, as much as I would like to give you that answer, only time will tell," he said, before reaching out to comfortingly touch Aiden on the shoulder.

With a few more words of comfort to Aiden, the three surgeons left the room, leaving us inside the room to contemplate silently about what had just happened.

Maddox...

They didn't say it but everyone saw the look on the surgeon's face, including me and although he didn't say it, there would be a high chance that Maddox would never fight again.

I knew as much as anyone else that fighting was Maddox's life, he lived and breathed for his job, it was everything to him, we all knew it, which is what made this situation even worse for everyone inside this room.

Just what the hell had happened to cause someone to shoot Maddox and a woman to pull the trigger?

It didn't make sense, I couldn't understand any of it, Maddox didn't deserve this, he was a good person, he never did anything to hurt anyone, none of it made any sense.

Just then, two police officers came into the room.

"Aiden Kellian?" they called out, looking around the room.

Aiden stood up from his seat and looked at the two officers.

"Yes?"

"We'd like to talk to you alone, if now is a good time?"

I watched in confusion as Aiden nodded his head, before telling Jordan and two other guys he was sat with that he would be right back as he followed behind the two officers, leaving the room.

Maddox... who did this to you?

I can't imagine how scared Maddox must have felt, being shot three times, not knowing if he was going to live or die, it was crazy to think this had happened to him, the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to cry.

Today... I will never forget today as it has been one of the worst days of my life, one I never want to experience ever again for as long as I ever live, not sure I'd mentally survive another heartbreak like this again.

Despite this being the worst day for not only me but the people in this room, we all sat together as I listened to how his friends and team talked and told stories of Maddox, all with smiles on their faces as they laugh at some of the stupid stuff he also did.

For as long as I had known Maddox, I always felt like an outsider in his life but listening to his friends treat me like part of his family made me feel like it was all in my head and that I was part of his family since long ago.

Maddox hadn't only just mentioned me to his crew but he had also talked about me to them, I didn't know how to feel or think, knowing that Maddox had been talking about me, after I thought he had moved on, and forgotten all about me.

I wanted to see him, I wanted to kiss him but most importantly, I wanted to tell him how much I loved him and how incredibly happy I was to have met and had got to know him, the real him, not the Maddox I read about online.

With everything going on... we all silently asked ourselves the same question.

Who shot Maddox Zane and why?

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