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theidiotwhowritesthings · 1 year

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A Fresh Start [7]

Din Djarin x F!Reader

Warnings: angst, medical trauma (nothing graphic, if you can watch a hospital TV show you can manage this), nightmares, blood and injury, think that’s it for this one

Word Count: 5,415

Summary: When you made plans for your future they never involved being hired by a Mandalorian to baby-sit his adorable, green gremlin of a child. However, after your life fell apart in the span of one disastrous night, you found it to be the only feasible option you had left. Nevarro was a far cry from Coruscant, but the thriving community turned out to be exactly what you needed. Every day you spend in Nevarro you fall more and more in love with your new life, but when your past rears its ugly head you find that perhaps peace wasn’t meant for everyone.

Ch. #07: SORAN

Chapter Summary: Your past visits you in your sleep, but you find comfort in the Marshal’s bed.

"The woods are lovely, dark and deep,

But I have promises to keep.

And miles to go before I sleep.

And miles to go before I sleep."

- Robert Frost

You stared down at the large vomit stain that covered the side of your white coat. With a grimace, you shrugged out of the item and held it in your hand not knowing what to do with it now. A sharp whistle had you glancing over your shoulder to see Lee making his way toward you. The Zabrak pointed at you with the holopad in his hand. “You just gonna stand there all day, doc?”

“Last patient threw up on me.” You replied sheepishly. “And I think my brain has short circuited.”

“You’re only on hour 7 of 12. If you’re losing it now then what are we all gonna do for the next 5 hours?” Lee questioned with a grin. Down here in the Emergency Department, Lee was, without question, your favorite nurse. He was good at his job, fun to work with, and he was intimidating looking enough to scare any of the patients who tried to cause trouble. The complete package. “How about this? I take the gross white coat,” He took the jacket out of your hand, “And you go to room 14.”

You took the holopad he was holding out to you and shot him a skeptical look. “What’s waiting for me in room 14? Is it worse or better than a vomit covered white coat?”

“Oh come on, what’s the fun if I tell you?” Lee smirked. He wandered away and you typed in your physician code into the holopad to pull up the patient’s intake information. As you read over the chart, you chuckled. Plain old sprained ankle. Much better than vomit. You made your way down the busy hall toward the room, but you were only passing room 6 when an alarm began to ring overhead. Trauma alert. Something big was coming in. That meant the ankle was going to have to wait. You hurried back the way you came and⏤

“Cyar’ika.”

You startled awake, but a hand on your shoulder kept you from sitting up. Mando was kneeling beside your bed and he was wearing his full suit of beskar. The room was dark. Moonlight spilled through your window, through the blinds, and it was the only reason you could see him. Your eyes darted to the nightstand where the alarm clock read ‘2:04’.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“What’s wrong?” You asked and grimaced at your sleep laden voice. “Is Grogu⏤”

“He’s fine. I have to go to work.”

You sat up slowly and Mando pulled his hand back to let you. “Is everything alright?”

“You remember those pirates from four days ago?” Mando asked. You nodded. “They’re back. It’s okay though. I just wanted to let you know in case. Grogu’s been coughing more tonight than usual.”

It took a second for you to wrap your brain around all of that information at once. You nodded though as everything began to click. “Umm,” You rubbed your face with your hands, “Okay. I’ll walk you out. Grab the pram from the office and bring it in here so he can sleep close by⏤”

“Just sleep in my room.”

“Huh?”

Mando held a hand out to you, and for a moment you thought you had to be misunderstanding what he was saying. Still, you took his hand and let him pull you out of bed. He scooped an item off your night stand and led you out of your room⏤ your hand still in his gloved one. Mando took you into his room and when you entered you could hear Grogu’s soft snores. A little bout of coughing interrupted the snoring momentarily. Mando lightly took your by the arm and you focused back on him as he attached the communicator there. That must have been what he grabbed from your night stand.

“Call me if you need anything.” Mando said. He carefully maneuvered you backwards until the back of your legs stumbled into his bed. You fell into a seated position on his mattress and if you weren’t still so groggy with sleep you’d be mortified with embarrassment at the heat that filled your belly while staring up at him. Mando guiding you to his bed, standing over you at his full height. When the sun rose, you’d play this moment in your head over and over again.

You just sat there, blinking up at him, and Mando cautiously set his hands on your shoulders to guide you back. He squeezed your shoulder once then pulled the blanket over you. Before he could turn away, you reached out to catch his wrist. He glanced down at you, and this time you were the one squeezing him in reassurance. “Be careful, Mando. Come back safe.”

“I will.”

Slowly, your hand fell from his as he walked out. Mando’s bed was soft and warm. As you took in deep breaths, the smell of his sheets began to lull you back to sleep. You were too tired to pinpoint exactly what the scent was, but it was him. It smelled like him and you couldn’t help but associate that smell with safety. You were warm and you were safe. Grogu’s soft, rhythmic snores pushed you over the edge right into sleep.

“What do we have?” A senior physician asked. You had gotten to the nursing station just as a handful of other doctors and nurses did. All awaiting the same news as you. The transporter on the comm unit began to call out patients. After they began to describe the fifth patient, the senior physician of the emergency department cut in. “Whoa, whoa. What the kriff happened? Where are all these injuries coming from?”

“Starship collision. It rained down into the middle of the city, took out two buildings and we have three currently up in flames.” The entire crowd around you grew quiet at these words. This was a mass trauma. Oh Maker. “We got half the patients going to Grand Republic Medical Facility and the rest are coming to you guys.”

The senior physician immediately slipped into the role of team leader. He began to bark out commands of what to fill the rooms with and there was a flurry of movement as everybody began to prep. You helped clear out the main trauma bay which could fit four patients total and relocated the patients in the rooms closest to the transport door. There was no time to take a breath after getting things set up. The transport doors kicked open with the first patient and it didn’t stop. Back to back, screaming patients were brought in. You worked in a flurry beside your co-workers in a blur of blood and pain.

You didn’t even have the time to be tired. It was as if you shut down a part of yourself and just burned through the actions. One patient after another. It didn’t matter how many you saw, how many you saved, there was always another. Always one more.

“I dropped an order for the patient in bed 3.” You announced it to the nursing desk. “He needs to get to imaging STAT, please.”

“Yes, doctor.”

That one settled you moved toward the transport door where the next patient came rolling through. The transporters asked what room was open and you barked back that they could take the patient into room 5. It was the next one open. You paused to take a steadying breath. Just one thing at a time.

You hurried toward room 5 where a few nurses were helping transport get the patient from their stretcher to a hospital bed. As you entered the room, your feet stumbled to a stop.

Despite all the chaos, despite the flurry of bodies and flashing of monitors, you could only stare blankly at the woman lying on the bed covered in blood. The patient’s usually tan skin was pale and ashen. Blonde hair was matted from the blood oozing out of a head wound. Clothes were burned and torn, stained with red.

You drifted a step closer. Your heart was beating in your chest so hard you were sure you were about to go into cardiac arrest yourself. It was getting hard to breathe. People were shouting at you. Nurses were calling out for orders, but you could only stare.

“I⏤” You opened your mouth to try and help in some way, but only her name tumbled out, “Soran?”

This time you didn’t startle awake. A familiar voice was calling out and it brought you back to consciousness. “Buir! Buir!” Grogu was calling for his father. A few coughs interrupted him. “Buir!”

You rolled out of Mando’s bed and rushed to Grogu’s side. He stopped crying out when he saw you and held out his arms with a whine. “Hey, buddy.” You pulled him out of his hammock and he curled into your embrace. You slowly began to rock him. “It’s okay, you’re okay. Buir had to step out and take care of business.” Glancing over your shoulder, Mando’s clock in here read ‘2:47’. Not even an hour had passed but you still found yourself worried. “He’ll be back soon.”

As you hummed and lightly bounced Grogu, your dream lingered in your mind. Ever since his appointment you had been plagued every night. They weren’t nightmares. A part of you almost wished they were. No, it was a memory and knowing that made it so much worse.

Grogu’s eyes closed, but when you tried to place him back into his hammock he immediately woke up again with a fuss. This time, you pulled him into your arms then wandered back to Mando’s bed. You crawled back to where you were in hopes that the smell that had lulled you to sleep would bring Grogu comfort as well.

You laid back down and let Grogu shift around until he was comfortable. When he seemed to have settled you pulled the blanket over you both. You continued to hum a lullaby and scratched Grogu’s back. Every few minutes he’d cough, but it never woke him up. You hoped he wasn’t getting sick. His first day of school was in two days and you didn’t want him to miss out on that. Luckily, the dry cough was the only symptoms Grogu had and it only happened at night time when he was sleeping. Asthma was something that had worsened symptoms at night. You hoped it wasn’t that. Though, you didn’t even know if his kind could get asthma.

As tired as you felt, as cozy as you were, you kept your heavy lidded eyes open. You knew if you fell asleep your brain would put you in that memory right where you left off. You knew how that story ended. You didn’t want to relive it all over again. So, instead, you just hummed and rubbed Grogu’s back as he slept peacefully. Your eyes darted to the clock then to your arm band. You wanted to message Mando, check in on him, but the last thing you wanted to accidentally do was distract him. You’d reach out to him for an emergency only.

Your eyes were getting harder and harder to keep open. The hand you used to rub Grogu’s back now just rested over him protectively. Before you knew it, you had fallen asleep again.

“Soran?” You called out. You were at her bedside now. You scanned her injuries, but none of them registered to you. All you saw was your childhood friend. “Soran!?”

She still didn’t respond. Her vitals on the monitor beginning to fade. A nurse grasped you by the elbow, “What are your orders?”

“I⏤I can’t.” You took a step back and they stared at you wide eyed. You held a hand out. “Just⏤ Just keep her stable. I’m getting help.”

You stumbled out of the room before they could argue, and you began to yell out for one of your physician co-workers. All were in rooms. All had their hands tied. Someone grabbed you by the arms and spun you. You came face to face with Lee. He shook his head. “What’s going on?”

“The patient⏤” You pointed behind you. “I can’t⏤ She’s my friend. I know her. I can’t treat her. It can’t be me.”

Lee dragged you back into the room and his eyes widened at the sight of it all. He barked out a few orders to the others as the head nurse then turned to you. “You have to act.”

“Lee⏤”

“Everyone else is busy. We have four crashing patients, doc.” Lee held your shoulders. “Take a deep breath.” You listened to his words. “You’re a good doctor. You know what to do. If you don’t start now, we’re going to lose her. I’m sorry, but we have to start. She’s about to crash.”

Everything he said was true. Soran was wavering. Her vitals teetering on the edge of death. You took one more deep breath and then began to move. This was something you’ve done hundreds of times over the years. This was something you had already done a dozen times tonight alone. With Lee by your side, you were efficient. He knew every order before you could call it out and he was anticipating things you would call for.

Soran⏤ No. The patient was bleeding out from a laceration on her thigh. Cauterize it. Blood pressure was tanking. Push fluids wide open. Head wound was closed, not open. Needed imaging but only after stabilization. Femur was broken. Set it quickly to ensure no interrupted blood flow or further tissue death. Circle back after stabilization. The patient responded to all your treatments. Her blood pressure improved and her heart rate normalized.

“Good job, doc.” Lee clapped you on the shoulder. “She’s stable. I’m gonna get everything prepped to move her to imaging, alright?”

You just nodded⏤ still numb.

Lee filed out while other nurses rushed to other jobs. While you stood by the patient⏤ by Soran’s bedside, you held her hand and let out a breath of relief. A panicked and panting man reached the door behind you and when you looked back you saw him standing there staring at the motionless but stable woman on the bed. Red hair mused and face flushed as if he had been sprinting a long distance.

“Kurt.” You breathed and released Soran’s hand to greet the young man. Soran’s fiance was a good man. You didn’t know him as well as you wished you did, but that’s because you’ve just been so busy with training. Soran loved and trusted him though and that was enough for you. You trusted her judgment. Hers had always been better than yours.

“Is she?” His eyes filled with tears.

You pulled him into a short, comforting hug then helped him to Soran’s bedside. “She’s stable.”

“I⏤I⏤I was on the phone with her when it⏤it⏤” Kurt let out a shaky sob. “I heard her scream and then the call⏤”

“Soran is okay. She’s strong. Everything is going to be alright.” You rubbed his back. “I have to go, but call me if you need anything. Someone should come in soon to take her for imaging. You’ll be able to walk with her.”

Kurt nodded. You began to leave, but a worrisome chirp rang out in the room. Nervous, you turned and stared at Soran’s monitors. They chirped again. You watched in horror as her oxygen level began to slowly drop. With each decrease it gave out a bone chilling chirp. Then, Soran gasped for air, her back spasming off the bed. Her heart rate rocketed up and Kurt was yelling. You could only take one step in her direction before the rapid sound of her heart rate monitor was replaced with the shrill sound of a flat line.

Soran’s heart had stopped.

If Din never saw one of Pirate King Gorian Shard’s lackeys again it would be too soon. The problem had been taken care of, the pirates either killed or chased away, but they hadn’t gone without leaving him a party favor. As he limped into his house, he grunted as a flash of pain rocketed through him. A pirate got a lucky shot and a vibro blade had caught him right between a gap of his beskar. It was on his right side adjacent to his shoulder blade and he hadn’t even gotten the chance to look at it yet. As if that wasn’t enough a solid blow to his thigh left him with a bruise deep enough to keep him from being able to put his full weight on it.

He quietly made his way through his house and toward his room. He’d shed his armor there and hopefully be able to sneak out before waking you or Grogu. Din pushed his cracked door open and paused. It was a little before six in the morning which meant there was just enough light coming up from the horizon to fill his room with dim light.

You were curled in his bed with Grogu sleeping soundly by your side. Your hand rested on his back as you both slept in peace. Din felt his chest ache at the sight. When he woke you up this morning, he had pure intentions by recommending you rest in his bed. You’d be close to Grogu and oddly it just felt safer to him⏤ not that he had any evidence of that. However, when you sat on his bed staring up at him through your lashes, he couldn’t use the word ‘pure’ to describe any part of him. Din thought surely that mental image wouldn’t be beat out by anything else, but this moment was proving him wrong.

Seeing you in his bed, curled around his son, in the early morning light so safe and sound did something to him. Din had the overwhelming desire to shed all his armor and slide into bed behind you. Revel in this soft moment. If he wasn’t actively bleeding, and it wasn’t a blatant violation of your personal space, he may have given in.

Din let out a soft breath and walked over to his dresser to start unlatching his armor. He got halfway through shedding his beskar when he heard you gasp. Din whipped around worried he had woken you. He found instead that you were still sleeping, but your peace was interrupted. Your face was scrunched in pain as you began to twitch. He set down his chest piece and walked around his bed. He knelt on the side Grogu wasn’t laying to cautiously set a hand on your arm. You began to cry in your sleep, hyperventilating, and Din made up his mind then.

“Cyar’ika.” He shook you lightly. You thrashed under him, and he wrapped an arm around your waist to pull you away from where Grogu still snored. You were on your back now. “Cyar’ika⏤”

“Soran!” You gasped, eyes snapping wide open. Din lifted the hand on your arm to cup the side of your face. He had already taken off his gloves so he could actually feel your flushed skin under hand. Your breathing was calming as you began to settle. You had called out your own name. Din wondered what that was about. He couldn’t focus on it long because your eyes snapped to meet his. “Mando?”

“You were having a nightmare.” He whispered.

Your hand raised to rest on top of his, squeezing it once, “Are you okay? What happened with the pirates?”

“It’s all fine. They’ve been handled.” Din replied.

“And you?”

“What about me?”

“Are you hurt, Mando?” Your words were hushed but filled with worry. Din paused. He didn’t want to worry you, but he also didn’t like the idea of lying to you. The silence was answer enough for you because you immediately sat up with wide eyes. “You are, aren’t you?”

Din cleared his throat. “It’s not bad.”

“I don’t believe you.” You pointed at him and he climbed off the bed. “Bathroom. Now.”

Din chuckled at the authority that filled your voice. You carefully slipped out of bed and tucked his comforter around Grogu. Din watched you lean over to press a soft kiss to his forehead before padding out of his room. Din's heart ached. He took the time to stroke one of Grogu’s ears. Seeing the boy sleeping so peacefully settled his soul. On his way out, he stepped out of his boots, leaving them with his gear, and grabbed a clean shirt and pair of sweatpants from his dresser.

When he got to the bathroom, he saw you sitting on the toilet’s lid rooting through a first aid kit. Din tilted his head. “That’s not mine.”

“Nope.” You replied. “I figured since yours would probably only have Bacta and a Cautery that I should grab mine instead.” Din was amused, but he couldn’t argue. You were entirely right. “Can I… Can I see your injury?”

Your quiet question was the exact opposite of the command you had hissed minutes ago. Din wondered if it had anything to do with waking up further or being out of the dim light and in the bathroom’s bright ones. Din nodded and turned around. You stood from your seat and he felt you cautiously pull aside the torn edges of his flight suit.

“Dank farrik.” You hissed.

“Since when did you get a dirty mouth?” Din joked.

“It’s your fault.” You replied. “You’re rubbing off on me.” Din hated that the first thought he had at your statement involved a more physical interpretation of the word. Maker, he was the worst. “Alright, I’m gonna clean this, and apply Bacta.”

Din hummed. “Are you sure? I hear Bacta has some faults.”

“Funny.” You grabbed your kit once more. “How come you make more jokes while injured than not injured?”

Din shrugged, winching at the movement, “Blood loss maybe.”

He could hear you laugh under your breath and it brought a smile to his face. You bent over a bit before rising again. Din glanced over his shoulder to see you trying to find a comfortable position. He turned around and you raised an eyebrow at him. Din motioned to the bathroom counter.

“Oh. Good idea.” You mumbled.

You walked over to climb up, but he reached out to grab your hips. The quick, sharp gasp that left your lips sent a chill down his spine. Din realized he had acted without even thinking. “Jump.” He said. You listened, no hesitation, and he helped you settle on the bathroom counter. Din now stood between your legs and his hands were still on your hips. He pulled them away quickly. Maker, maybe he did lose too much blood. “Better?”

“Y⏤Yes.” You nodded then motioned with your hand for him to spin. Din turned around so his back was facing you and pulled half his shirt off so his right arm was out of the sleeve and his back on that side was exposed to you. “This might sting.”

The first thing Din felt was your hands and after the battle he just walked out of the gentle touch was intoxicating. His eyes fluttered close and he took in a slow breath⏤ melting under your careful hands. The first few minutes were spent in silence as you cleaned out the vibroblade wound. Just as you had warned, it stung something awful whenever the cleansing solution touched raw skin, but even with the pain Din found himself beginning to drift off. He had to lean back on the counter for support and rested his left hand on the counter’s edge on the outside of your thigh, trapping it in place.

“What happened?” You asked.

“Pirate got lucky.” Din mumbled. “It happens sometimes.” You hummed in acknowledgement and your hands left his skin. He missed the connection. Maker, he wanted more of it. The price he would pay to have you lean forward and just envelope his entire back, wrapping your arms around his torso, was absurd. Luckily, your touch returned and Din could tell from the gel texture that you were applying Bacta now. He sighed, “You said your own name.”

“Hmm?”

“The nightmare you were having. Right before you woke up, you called out your own name.”

“Oh.” You replied with no indication that you were going to speak further on the matter.

It didn’t bother him. Din had his fair share of nightmares and haunting memories that plagued him when he slept. There weren’t many he was willing to share with the world and he didn’t expect you to be any different with your own ghosts. You didn’t owe him that. He shook his sleep heavy head, “I’m not looking for clarification or an answer. Just…” Din paused. “If you need to talk, I’m available. I know what it’s like…”

‘To be haunted.’ He couldn’t physically bring himself to finish that sentence audibly.

You finished with the Bacta and he could feel you taping a large, gauze bandage over the wound. After another beat, you spoke up. “It wasn’t a nightmare.” Din wanted to turn around to look at you. “It was a memory. Just a really bad memory.”

He felt you begin to tug his shirt back down and took that as his opportunity to turn. Your hands fell back to your lap as he finished pulling his shirt back down in place. Din rested his hands on the counter beside you. He didn’t touch you again, but he was close enough that he could if he wanted.

“Those are worse, aren’t they?” He asked. You nodded, a small smile drawn on your lips, but nothing about your features screamed anything other than sadness and exhaustion. Din was sure that none of the sleep you got had been beneficial. He had those nights before.

You shrugged. “Sometimes I wish I had a normal nightmare. Some kind of monster or jump scare.” The chuckle you breathed out was lackluster. “Reliving your worst moment over and over again is… disheartening.”

“I know.” Din replied. Your shoulders were slumped in defeat, but the fact that you tried to keep a smile on your face anyways was admirable. Din’s eyes scanned over the features of your face, ones he had already memorized some time ago, and they trailed down the length of your throat. The shirt you wore to sleep in was a size bigger than you usually wore and the way you were seated had the scooped neckline pulled to reveal the skin of your shoulder. Any thoughts he had about sinking his teeth in, tracing the contours of your skin with his tongue, were interrupted as he took in the sight of your collarbone. There was a scar there on your left side⏤ as long as the collarbone itself. The jagged shape told him the wound had been deep once, and he’d guess a blade of some kind.

Din wondered if that was the memory you had been forced to live through last night.

“I’m really glad you came home in one piece.” You lifted a hand tapped your fingers against the side of his helmet. Din loved hearing you call this home. Obviously you lived here, what else would you call it, but after seeing you sleeping in his bed with his son it felt like the word had a different meaning. Din would be honored and blessed to come home to you and Grogu every night.

A soft cry startled both of you. Din leaned back, not even realizing how much closer he had drifted toward you, and glanced over his shoulder. Before he could make his way out, you set a hand on his arm and slipped off the counter carefully.

“Wash up a bit. Change clothes.” You squeezed his arm. “I’ll get him.”

Din watched you step out, closing the door behind you, and let out a sigh. Grogu’s cries stopped a second later. He wanted nothing more than to go see his son, but the moment he entered his room he was going to pass out. He just knew it, and it’d be nice to fall asleep in his bed with fresh clothes. As quick as he could, Din pulled his helmet off to wash his face and clean up. His entire body was tired, but he barreled through the routine in record time. The only thing he paused to do was rub some of the Bacta you had laying on the counter onto the ugly, dark bruise that decorated his outer thigh. Satisfied that he was successfully cleaned up, Din grabbed his helmet and held it in his hands for a hesitant moment.

He didn’t have time to ponder and pour over thoughts about his identity right now. Din just wanted to settle into his home.

“You don’t have to fight sleep, kiddo.” You mumbled to Grogu in your arms. It seemed the sleep he got last night was just as restful as yours. Waking up alone in bed must have spooked him because he was still tearfully rubbing his face against your nightshirt as you tried to reassure him. “Your buir is home. He’s safe.”

The words were meant to reassure the child, but they felt like a relief to you as well. Thankfully, his injury, though large, wasn’t too severe. Nothing needed suturing and the bleeding had stopped on its own by the time you saw it. You went back to softly humming and rocking the child in your arms. Every time you glanced down you could see his eyes began to drift close, but he’d open them again without fail.

“Ad’ika.” Mando’s warm voice said from behind you. Grogu’s eyes widened and he sat up in your arms with a startling speed. He began to fuss and cry again. You turned around so Mando could cross the room to scoop him out of your arms. Grogu immediately buried his face on his father’s shoulder, mumbled a few soft words, then passed out. He had been fighting sleep just to see Mando. You didn’t blame him one bit. “How was he while I was gone?”

“He woke up crying for you once.” You whispered. “I got him back down, but he was restless. I don’t think he got any good sleep after that.”

“That seems to be the case for all of us.” Mando replied.

You chuckled then motioned past him. “I’m gonna go. Grogu’s probably gonna be passed out with you for a while so I was gonna start on some laundry.”

“You need to sleep, cyar’ika.” Mando shook his head, aghast at your suggestion.

“I’m not tired. I⏤” You began, but the tilt in Mando’s helmet told you he wasn’t buying any word coming out of your mouth. Yikes, did you really look that rough, right now? You sighed and decided on the truth. You were too exhausted to come up with an excuse. “I could go to my room and try to sleep, but I’ll just… The outcome won’t change. It’d probably be better for me to just chug some caf and hope for the best.”

Mando was rubbing Grogu’s back and his helmet’s modulator made his whispered words sound huskier than they usually did. “Stay here.” You blinked in surprise. “The bed is big enough. I’m a light sleeper. If you start to toss or turn again, like before, I can wake you.”

“Mando, you need to get your own rest.” You said. “If I stayed... you’d have to leave your helmet on.”

“I’ve slept in it before.”

“But⏤”

“Lay down, cyar’ika.”

Too tired to argue, you laid furthest from the bedroom door so he could have his usual side. Mando walked over to his room’s window to draw the blinds so the only sunlight coming in was through the thin slates. You curled up under his blankets as Mando climbed in on the other side. He carefully laid Grogu between the two of you and once again the boy’s rhythmic snoring was like calming, white noise. Mando laid on his side so he could watch his son. You faced toward them so you were witness to Mando’s bare hands rubbing Grogu’s back like you had done much, much earlier.

“Thanks, Mando.” You breathed, your heavy eyelids already fluttering closed. Sleep was already starting to envelope you so you weren’t able to fully grasp the words that Mando whispered to you. You registered it was entirely in Mando’a, but you were unconscious before you could question it.

This time, your sleep wasn’t plagued by memories or nightmares. There was only peace.

mando’a translations:

cyar’ika: darling, sweetheart

buir: father

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princesachicana · 2 years

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𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐭.𝟑 (conrad fisher x reader)

description: a doctors visit, mood swings and a realization.

a/n: you are adopted in this fic! anyone could read!

𝐩𝐭.𝟏 𝐩𝐭.𝟐

The smell of the sanitized doctor’s office makes you want to puke. Or maybe that’s just your nerves? This appointment was so last minute it was hard getting a time in. Thankfully they just hired a new doctor that specializes in obgyn practices. “I’m so nervous.” You admit after a long moment of silence. Conrad squeezes your hand into his palm. “So am i.” He mumbles turning his head towards you, looking concerned. You lean towards him leaving a chaste kiss onto his cheek to calm his nerves. The smile he gives you after makes your heart smile.

Looking around the waiting room you notice the vary of different patients. Some regular patients getting check-ups, Some here to see the pediatrician with their children. And the couples who are visibly here also for the OBGYN. They are obviously far more into their pregnancy than you are that’s for certain. They all have this look of happiness and joy, excited for the new addition to their families. And you can’t help but think will you and Conrad ever be like that?

This pregnancy hasn’t brought much excitement. The only feelings it’s brought so far are anxiety, fear and disappointment. Seeing the disappointment on your families faces cut deep. You know for sure it hurt Conrad as well. Steven still refuses to talk to the both of you after the whole reveal a week ago. You cried into Conrad’s arms just last night, you couldn’t help but think Steven hated you again. Just like he did when you both were younger. He was once again making you feel like the unwanted adoptive sister.

“Y/n Conklin?” The back door opened revealing a nurse with beach blonde hair, she held a clipboard in her hand reading off your name. Conrad was the first to stand up. He immediately noticed your apprehension and held out his hand towards you. “I got you” he whispers voice full of tenderness. You accept his hand with a hesitant smile standing up a little to quickly you feel dizzy. Just this morning you were extremely sick. This morning sickness would really be the death of you. But at the same time having Conrad there rubbing your back somewhat made it worth it.

Once you and Conrad both made it to the back of the doctors office the nurse instructed you to follow her. “Okay so I have you down for the OB right?” She smiles looking back at you and Conrad as she rounds a corner. “Uhh…yeah..yes” You answered almost unsure. Damn your mom. Laurel thought that it was a good idea sending both you and Conrad inside alone. You were always used to having your mom at doctors appointments no matter what. Susannah also agreed that it would be a good first step at being independent.

“Okay I’m just gonna have you step onto the scale, first it’s just easy stuff like getting your vitals.” The nurse assured you with a comforting smile. You nodded your head mumbling an “okay” you passed your purse to Conrad to hold as you stepped onto the scale. “Do we know how far along you are into your pregnancy?” The nurse started typing down notes in her i pad. “I’d probably say like a month? six weeks?” You answered, fingers nervously playing with the chipped nail polish. She nodded telling you to sit beside her in the chair, where she would check your blood pressure.

“I know this whole thing is nerve wracking but…I promise everything is going to work out.” It was silent for a moment as the machine squeezed your arm. This was always your least favorite part about going to the doctors. You’ve never been good at staying still and you felt if you moved you would ruin the results. You took a deep breath glancing at Conrad. “She’s right everything’s gonna be okay.” Conrad leaned down placing a kiss onto your forehead. Oh gosh now you were smiling like a little school girl. You and Conrad weren’t “officially” together or dating yet.

Although it was known to pretty much everyone by now that you were only interested in each other. The lines of your relationship were running very thin, especially now. Here you were pregnant with his baby, you slept in each other’s arms almost every night. Your hands lingered on each other’s body longer than usual. And most importantly you were both head over heels for the other, yet you still haven’t had the whole boyfriend-girlfriend conversation. Your thoughts are interrupted by Conrad taking your hand into his. Once again following the nurse who walked down the narrow hallway.

This doctor was so mean. That’s what you gathered so far. This was definitely the last time you were gonna be seeing her. You didn’t care if you would have to put up a fight with your mom! You would be getting a new doctor as soon as possible. The judgmental looks and snide remarks she was making hurt. Conrad was just as frustrated and angry about the whole situation. This doctor even went as far as saying she’d “move to South America if you were my daughter.” You know that saying “You never really know how it feels until your in their shoes” that was becoming your reality.

Back home you’ve gone to school with a few girls who fell pregnant also. You would take notice of how badly the school treated them. The disapproval evident on all the teachers faces as the girls passed by in the hall way, their bumps being somewhat hidden under sweatshirts and jackets. The name calling from fellow students, the babies fathers acting as if they didn’t care about their girlfriends or even the baby she was carrying.

You of course were never one of the ones who’ve judged young teen moms, in fact you had become somewhat friends with some of them. Alicia had been one of those girls. It was in gym where you first met her, it was dodgeball day and you didn’t want to participate because you were on your period. Your coach was a guy so he waved you off when you first told him that you wanted to sit out due to “lady problems.” She had been peppy, speaking to you first one of the most friendliest person you’ve ever came in contact with. You both secretly shared a bag of sour patch kids (her craving) while the others played dodgeball.

She opened up to you about how everyone treated her differently now that she was pregnant. How her boyfriend didn’t want anything to do with her or his unborn child. How her parents were forcing her out the house immediately after the baby was born. Or how the school kicked her off the debate team because “a pregnant girl” didn’t fit their standards.

And as you sit there in the doctors office blinking back tears. Just from some ugly looks and nasty remarks from a doctor you know this is just the beginning.

“You really put this little blob thing inside me!” You held the ultrasound in disbelief. “No, we put that little blob thing inside you.” Conrad leaned in from his side of the couch. “In fact, if I remember it clearly you were more than willing to help.” Your breath hitched when he gripped your hips lifting you up so you were seated on his lap. “Well you were pretty persuasive!” You giggled shifting a little on his lap. This causes Conrad to groan mumbling a little “fuck.” You were aware of his current predicament at the moment, he had a boner. “You’re such a guy.” You leaned in pecking him on the cheek. “And you’re a tease what are we in fifth grade? give me a real kiss.”

Conrad kisses you, and the moment his lips are against yours you melt. Intoxicating, that’s one word to describe how kissing Conrad felt. It’s almost as if he was pouring all of his love and care for you into it every time. You moved your hips in rhythm with y’all’s heavy breathing, if there was one thing that’s changed with this pregnancy it was your sex drive. You wanted it every damn day no matter where or what time it was. “If you keep moving like that…you’re going to get yourself fucked on my mom’s couch.” He mumbled against your lips. “I think I’d actually like-“ you didn’t get to finish your sentence because the front door was swinging open.

You frantically moved off ofConrad’s lap adjusting your clothes that Conrad rumpled due to him exploring your body with his hands. “I’ve been trying to call you!” Your mom walked into the beach house with a worried expression on her face. “I’m sorry my phones dead and we just got back.” You quickly answered with a hesitant smile. “Oh, well I just wanted to ask you how was the appointment.” You dramatically stood up “It was horrible mom I need a new doctor, she was disrespectful right Conrad?” You turned to him. He nodded his head almost comically, you noticed a pillow over his crotch and immediately knew why he couldn’t answer with words.

“She was extremely judgmental! made me feel so uncomfortable.” You turned your attention back towards your mother. “What she say?” You continue on a full on rant about how this doctor trip was a disaster. You tell her about the looks you got, the little comments made about you and Conrad being young. “The nurse was nice though.” Conrad spoke for the first time in a couple of minutes. The painful boner you’d given him now thankfully gone. “Thank you Conrad, for seeing the positive side of something.” Your mom smiled fondly at him.

You could feel the annoyance brewing right at the pit of your belly. These past few weeks any little thing made you annoyed and irritated. So with a huff you walked right out the room muttering a “whatever.” You hated when people went against you, well Conrad didn’t exactly “go against you.” but you were sorta hoping he’d back you up with this. Both Conrad and your mom flinched when they heard your bedroom door slam. “You ready for nine months of that?” Laurel let out a little laugh.

Conrad nodded his head “She cried today because I forgot her tater tots.” Conrad had made an effort not to laugh in front of you earlier. It was as if it was the end of the world when you realized your tater tots weren’t in the fast food bag. “Pregnant women don’t play about their food conrad!” Laurel defend her daughter as she silently laughed. “I made it up to her i promise” Conrad whispered. “Was the doctor really that bad?” Laurel asked after a moment. “Oh definitely” Laurel sighed loudly “I’ll find her another one. her reviews were good online!” Conrad forced a little smile “I don’t think those were teen parents though.” Conrad stood up “I think i should go talk to her.” Laurel nodded “Maybe take her some Oreos?”

“Good idea!”

The sound of the door opening makes you snuggle even deeper into the covers. “I come in peace with Oreos!” Conrad’s chuckle makes you smile. If there’s one thing you can count on through this pregnancy it’s Conrad. He’s helped with the morning sickness, the back pain, he didn’t take your mood swings personal. Conrad Fisher was the partner every pregnant girl needed.

“Are they double stuffed?” You immediately sat up in bed. “Of course love.” Conrad takes a seat next to you placing a gentle kiss onto your lips. “Don’t look so sad, your moms getting you a new doctor.” Your eyes start to water and you let out a groan. “Thank goodness, and I hate that I’m crying!” You take a deep breath as Conrad wraps his arms around you. “It feels like I can’t even control my emotions It scares me!”

“And now my brother hates me!” It hurts even saying those words but you know it’s true. “He doesn’t, he hates me.” Conrad whispers thinking back onto his fight with your brother. “He won’t even look at me, I just miss my brother!” You sniffle, burying your face into Conrad’s neck.

And at that moment Conrad’s determined to make shit right with Your brother. Whether Steven likes it or not.

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deandoesthingstome · 2 years

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AU where Syverson becomes a dog trainer

Word Count: 1091

Warnings: smut of the cerebral and physical variety; kissing, oral (f and m receiving), fingering, cuddling, idk it’s been so long I don’t know how to do this anymore; you tell me

I don’t own Captain Syverson or Sandcastle but I do own these words and I do not give any permission to copy or repost them. I would absolutely love it if you liked or commented or reblogged. Stuff of life right there.

Written in a mid-week wine haze and completely un-beta’d. So I own the mistakes, too, is what I’m saying. But you can be me for a while if you want.

Sometimes when I'm walking my crazy-ass rescue pit in the woods, I imagine coming across dog trainer!Sy and Aika.

Aika is off-leash, which of course she is; Sy trusts her recall unconditionally.

When he hears my panicked calls for Ginger to return and stop straining against the lead, Sy immediately clasps a leash on the heavy D-ring of the neon green collar around the German Shepherd's neck.

He stands patient and calm about 10 yards away while I spew profuse apologies in his direction and gentle curses at my dog.

"She's a rescue. I'm so sorry. She really doesn't like other dogs. Ginger, sit!"

"She's a spitfire for sure, but she wants to say hi. She just needs to learn some manners."

When I tell him I've been watching training videos on Instagram, he can barely contain the smirk that forms beneath his rugged beard as he drops his head to the side and gives a slow shake.

He takes note once I finally have G under some semblance of control and asks if I've tried an in-person trainer yet.

I tell him I hadn't yet; that I'd adopted a rescue before who had a much easier disposition and I hadn't thought I would have so much trouble with a second one; that it'd only been a month and I was honestly regretting the decision to adopt again.

He pulls a small white card out of the pocket of his tan camo cargo pants and lets me know he's gonna just drop it on this tree stump here and back away with Aika in the opposite direction.

He tells me his name and says maybe the girls can meet again someday and I notice his biceps flex in his maybe just too small tee as he tugs Aika’s leash.

When he goes, I wipe the sweat of frustration off my face and pick up the card from the stump.

I see the nickname he failed to mention underneath the name K9 Tactics and see he's a certified trainer and I just want to die from embarrassment because this guy with the close shaved head and beefy thighs apparent in his pants is hot as all fuck and there is no way in hell I would ever summon enough courage to put my shortcomings on further display in front of him for any length of time ever again.

But I hear him holler back "Don't overthink it. First session's free. She’s got promise!"

And, like, imagine my surprise when he admits day one while we're walking G down the path near my apartment that I'm technically his first client since he made the choice to start this side gig after retiring from the Special Forces.

He's managed to calm her down after their frenetic meeting and hooked her up to the most convoluted convertible leash I'd ever seen.

We were stopping every so often while he waited for her to step back from her pulling before we moved forward and he praised her with a happy Yes every time she did.

I had a hard time concentrating on everything Sy said while I tried to wish the ache of those yesses away, but I did catch that he was finishing up a few business courses before stepping into an executive position at a new protection company forming in the area.

By the time Ginger was able to heel without hesitation, Sy had already asked me out on two dates and kissed me so passionately at the end of the second after walking me to my door that I was left reeling when he stepped back and I could not fathom for the life of me how I let him go home that night.

We waited until the girls met, G circling in and out trying so hard to approach Aika calmly and say hello, before we ended the night in bed together.

It was messy and hesitant and a little uncomfortable until we both laughed and admitted we were just thinking it might be better to kennel the girls in separate rooms for the night so they don't trip out that the bedroom door is closed for the first time in forever and destroy the living room while Sy was destroying me.

He pounced immediately upon entering the room after securing G and Aika, tossing me to the bed and diving right between the sprawl of my legs.

I practically melted into mush when he raised his eyes to me and mouthed a silent "okay?" and it didn’t take long after he latched his lips around my cunt and dug his tongue deep and pressed it into my clit with such fervor for me to come crying out his name.

Through my blissful haze, I caught him swipe a paw across his beard before he crawled up over me and dipped his head to catch my lip between his teeth before sucking a kiss and tipping his tongue into my mouth.

“Was that okay?”

I gasped in disbelief and could think of only one way to express just how okay it was besides asking him to do it again which would have been totally selfish of me but dontchu think I didn’t think it.

I asked him if he preferred standing or laying down and I was so grateful his decision allowed me to wrap my hands around his legs while I sank to my elbows and knees on the bed before him, taking his hefty cock as deep as I could.

It allowed him to bend over and stretch a hand down my back, sweeping over my ass and back between my legs, teasing out the slick and fingering me to another orgasm while he came down my throat with a growl.

He laid me back gently, slipping in beside me and wrapping an arm behind my shoulder to draw me close, placing a kiss on my forehead before turning my chin and capturing my mouth with his.

I could feel his hand trace the curves of my body while his tongue assaulted my mouth and lips traced my neck and I could tell exactly why when he paused because I heard Ginger thrashing in her cage, too.

“You wanna wait ‘er out?”

I honestly didn’t know what the right thing to do was but I could tell Sy was going to let me do whatever I wanted in the moment and in the moment I knew there was no way I could ever want to let this man go.

A/N: I’ve been dreaming of this Sy for a while now, on just about every woods walk with my dog since I first read Even If You Don’t Mean It by @sillyrabbit81 and I knew it was never gonna be enough for a full series or anything but I just really needed to get it out. And I hope it’s okay I tagged you, Rabbit, and you, everyone else I’m about to tag. I’ll likely never post another Sy story again, but if I did and you don’t want a tag, please please please just let me know. I don’t mean to overstep. @fvckinghenrycavill @mayloma @winter2112rose @daydreaming-in-letters @just-chirpin

Edit: I DID post another Sy story, complete with you and Ginger and Aika. Wake Up Call

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nothingkillsyoulikeyourmind105 · 11 months

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“Haven’t I Given Enough”

König x Fem! (y/n)

TW-Super Angsty

“How was I suppose to know things were supposed to end. I’m a operator from Kortac Faction. My job was to get in and get out with the intel. But it was much more than that.”

“The way she looked at me hurt more then any gunshot, stab wound could hurt. She was afraid of me she wouldn’t look at me. She wouldn’t let me touch her. I know she didn’t want to believe that I was the beast that everyone talked about.”

“They promised me this was a solo mission. I never wanted her to see me do this.”

“Realizing who the target was. And how much I had fucked up. This was a set up from the beginning.”

“The target was an arms dealer and a smuggler. Or so I was told. But this wasn’t the target. This was a set up to get rid of me. But why? My job was to eliminate him. I had no idea that was her brother. The way she walked in and the way she looked at my handiwork.”

“The way she pointed her gun towards me. The sound of the gun going off. The ringing in my ears echoed.”

“I waited for death. But the sounds of someone falling and the gun hitting the ground. She stood before me holding her chest.”

I always wake up at that part. I don’t see why I’m being made to talk about this over and over I want to forget that it. Look Doc I know this exercise suppose to help me get pass these memories but I keep remembering her. I want to stop reliving that part where I fucked up my whole life.

“SHE DIED IN MY ARMS AND BY MY ALLIES THE 141 TASK FORCE!!!”

“They showed up. And there she was trying to save her brother but she pulled her gun on me. I watched her die.”

“I’ve given my mind, body, my whole life to this cause defending my country and my government.”

“Only to be given this?”

*Konig gestured to the therapist sitting across from him.*

“Sie ist meinetwegen tot”

-she’s dead because of me

“Suspended me, court martial me.”

“So ist es besser für mich. Schickt mich in die Hölle, das ist mir egal.”

-"It's better for me that way. Send me to hell, I don't care."

"Ich habe sie geliebt!"

-"I loved her!"

Konig you do know that you wake up thinking she’s still alive you’ve done that 5 times this month.

“You’re not in the armed services Mr. König”

"Worüber redest du?"

-“What are you talking about?”

“Mr. Konig it’s been 40 years since you were discharged. You don’t remember. Mr. Konig you’ve been with us for 10 years”

*The therapist takes notes on her patient*

~patient has no recollection of his episodes this week and keeps thinking he’s an operator from his younger days.

~patient brings up lost love that went by the name (y/n). He carries her picture with him everywhere asking all the staff and patients if they had seen her anywhere on the grounds.

~patient had a violent outburst yesterday. Something from dinner or one of the visitors perfume set him off.

~ran around the hospice like a mad man calling his lost loves name

~this morning woke up and started his army drills again. Disturbing all the patients.

~his condition isn’t improving. He keeps reverting back to his Kortac Days.

~but his condition is worsening. I’m afraid he isn’t gonna make it to tomorrow.

~binx’s our rest home staff member visited his room this morning and will not leave.

Binx is a cat.

I do hope he finds peace.

“Alright Mr. Konig it’s time for bed”

“You’re dismissed Soldier.”

König sat down on his bed pulling out all of his war pins and his uniform. Dressing himself up and fixing his hood.

“She loved seeing me like this especially after I made love to her and after we would dance. She loved slow dancing.”

“She made me promise her that I would find love in this life. And that she forgave me that day.”

“For my country and my job”

“Have I’ve Given Enough?!”

“Mr. Konig do you need me to stay with you?”

One of the staff members stayed in his room with room. Helping him in whatever way needed.

“No, she’s here to take me with her?”

“She’s here”

“Es ist zu lange her, mein Bär?”

-“"It's been too long, my bear?”

There she stood looking beautiful as ever. She looked beautiful as the day Konig had lost her. There she stood in her daisy sun dress. The one that Konig had bought for her for their 2nd year anniversary.

“Mein Schatz, es ist so schön, dich zu sehen. Ich habe geduldig auf dich gewartet.”

-"My darling, it's so nice to see you. I've been patiently waiting for you."

“How do I look?” “I’ve missed you.”

*Konig walked to her but as he touched her hand he too had reverted back to his younger self*

“Bist du jetzt bereit zu gehen?”

-"Are you ready to go now?"

(Y/N) looked at him with a smile holding his hand.

“Yes my Schatz take me with you. I’m ready to go.”

-together they left hand in hand walking to the bright light that led them to the rest of the 141 Task Force.

“Morning announcements.”

Last night our long time patient Mr. Konig passed peacefully in his sleep. His service will be held later this week. My office is open to everyone I understand this is a grieving process and I do encourage everyone to come visit my office. And if you like to visit the service later this week please do notify staff members to add you to the list at the front.

Walking into his room. Seeing all of his pictures of his friends and his beloved brings tears to my eyes. She must’ve been a special woman to him.

“Excuse me Doc what do we do with Mr. Konig stuff.”

“His belongs will be buried with him and his pictures as well. But this one will be framed in the front.”

The photo that was placed in the lobby was a group photo. Where Konig held his beloved in his arms. She stood beside him. And everyone from the Task Force 141 stood together smiling looking at the camera. The way they look in their younger days they were stunning.

But Mr. Konig beloved was quite the looker. She held him on his waist her hand laid on his stomach. The way Konig tried to level himself out for her to stand beside him for the photo.

a/n credit to the artist for the gif. Name is label beneath the gif.

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biscuitblinkeu · 1 year

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It’s Mutual, Let’s Get A Divorce! [1]

Park Chaeyoung x Fem!reader -> Not Requested

Prompt: Roseanne Park, the hotshot cold-hearted Domestic Relations Attorney; she’s an ace in the courtroom, but she’s got the phrase hard to love pinned dead in the middle of her forehead, and paired with her devotion to work…she’s just not cut out for relationships. Then there’s you, a playful and nonchalant mother stuck in a sinking ship called marriage. Through divorce, you meet Roseanne who struggles to keep things professional. She tries hard to keep those concrete walls up but it’s inevitable they crash down. You’re a wrecking ball, a force of nature; it’s a perfect match!

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Little Steps Kindergarten, the sign read as you drove closer to the building. You were picking up your daughter from school.

The first thing you see is the parking lot is decorated with chalk designs, pictures, and drawings, all a mix of bright, colorful scribbles and crudely drawn animals. (The kids tried.)

A few kids are running around the fenced front yard, chasing each other with sticks, bugs, and whatnot. Others play on slides, in the sandbox, or on the monkey bars while some are just sitting, waiting patiently for their parents to pick them up; the quiet ones. Your daughter was a quiet child, not as outgoing as she should be, her teachers think. You’d say you have no idea why she's like that, but you do.

You had to park across from the school because the parking lot the school owns is for teachers and staff, you're also not fond of waiting in the long pickup line. Before you could even cross the street and get to the entrance, you saw Nala running over, her arms stretched out in excitement, yelling, “Mommy!!”

You would scold her for running across the street so carelessly, but seeing her so happy to see you, you decide against it. You open your arms to pick her up, swinging her around as she giggles.

Shortly after, there’s a teacher running up to you; Mrs. Manoban, a black-haired teacher in her mid-thirties who’s extremely nice and sweet to everyone. She also babysits Nala when you or her father aren’t around. She holds Nala’s backpack in her hand who huffs and puffs— trying to catch her breath. You could only assume that she’s been running after the little girl. “Hello, Mrs. (Y/l/n)” She greets, so energetic despite the obvious exhaustion written all over her face.

“Hi, Mrs. Manoban. How are you?” You ask politely, smiling back at the woman.

“I’m great! Thank you.” She beams, her dark brown eyes crinkling at the edges, “you see I was just playing tag with the children…and then Nala decided to run across the street so I got scared, but then I saw you, so all is well.” She expresses relieved and hands you Nala’s backpack.

“She was very good today— she always is.” You grin at that, reaching over to give Nala a light squeeze on her hand. You say a quick goodbye after that, as Mrs. Manoban has to attend to the other kids.

Nala lets you take her backpack as you walk to your car. “Woah! This is heavy, what have you got in here?” You joke, lifting the bag up and down.

“We made clay plates today! I’ll show you at home!” You nod with a smile, taking her hand and helping her into her car seat.

“Are we really gonna do something fun today mommy?” Nala asks you as you buckle her into her car seat. “Yep. Though it won’t be until later.” You tell her, and you couldn't help but feel a little dejected, having previously promised her you would do something many other times, like go buy ice cream or take her shopping— she loves shopping. And that never happened. However, this time is different, because now you have a little bit of freedom.

“What will we do? Can I know?” Nala’s curiosity takes hold of her, and she stares up expectantly at you. “I don’t think I can tell you. It's a secret,” you answer, though you don’t know what you’re doing yourself. She pouts but compiles nonetheless. On the way back home you stop and get Nala ice cream, which makes her very happy.

Later, you planned to take her shopping or do something to make up for missed time with her. You’ve only just gotten to a point where you could work from home, not in your office. You do real estate and own your own company so it’s been hard on your time together.

You got home about twenty minutes later. You shut the door behind you before helping your five year old take off her shoes.

“Run upstairs and take your coat off, and then we’ll get any homework out of the way and go out, okay?

“Kay!” You hear her footsteps retreating, but don’t hear them pad up the stairs. It’s then when you notice most of the lights were on, and that the TV was playing. You walked into the living room, the main source of noise, and saw your husband, Jaylyn, swinging a giggling Nala around.

“Jay?” You call from the entrance of the living room. You tried to smile, key word, tried. He put Nala down and cleared his throat, “Why don’t you go do what your Mom said?”

She left the room and he stood awkwardly, not really knowing what to do with himself under your scrutinization.

“Room?” He gestured to your bedroom and you both made your way in there. He sat down on the bed. You turned to him.

“We can’t do this anymore.” You sit on the desk, arms crossed with a plain expression on your face. You were tired of your husband disappearing without a word and then coming back with no heads-up. He never told you where he went either, but you had an inkling. And this “Inkling” of a thought would have hurt you if you still loved him as much as you did a couple months ago.

It’s faded, now on its last strings: romantic wise, just like your marriage.

“I know, and I’m sorry,” he takes his glasses off and rubs his eyes, “I’ve been trying to…to…” he trails off looking at the carpet, searching his mind for the right words.

“Love me like before?” You say and he appears shocked, but it’s not for long. He laughs dryly, shaking his head humorously, “I suppose, yes.” You were very observant, he wouldn’t be surprised if you knew much earlier.

“Okay, but what does that have to do with not being in your daughter's life as much as you should? I can excuse you being that way to me, but to Nala? It’s not okay. She misses you when you leave. I can’t keep making up excuses for you.” You raise your voice a bit, not liking how you’re starting to sound like an angry wife. But you were.

He doesn’t respond, simply staring at you through his frames, guiltily. You pinch the bridge of your nose, “I can see this isn’t going to last, but I want you to be in her life.” You said softer. You knew what it was like only having one parent present, it can make or break someone. You fear that because Jaylyn has not been in her life much this past year, to be her other pillar of support, that’s why she wasn’t as outgoing as other kids. She’s smart, and she’s heard you two argue before, she must have an idea.

“I will, I will. I love our daughter, she’s my pride and joy, so, I promise. Are you suggesting we divorce?” His voice grew softer. “I’m okay with that if that’s what it takes. I don’t like that I’m causing this— I’d like to fix it. I want you to be happy.”

You’ve moved to sit on the bed next to him, “Yes, and I want you to be happy as well. I won’t try and pry what you’ve been doing when you leave, you can tell me another time—“

“Mommy! Daddy!”

“We’re in here, Darling!” Your husband yelled, leaning towards the door. A minute later tiny hurried footsteps approached and Nala’s head popped through the cracked open door.

“I finished my homework, can we go out now? Will daddy come?” Her eyes were shining and you're a bit glad the last question wasn’t directed towards you. That’s a lot of pressure and if you’d have said no, the shine in her eyes might dull. She was clearly excited.

“Of course.” He replied, smiling at her. She ran off to get her coat on and he turned back to you, “we’ll talk about this later tonight, but right now let’s have fun?“ You just laughed and shook your head, letting him help you up.

You ended up going to get ice cream again and then went to Warner Bros.’ Studios, more specifically, the Hogwarts Castle exhibit. You walked with your arms entangled with Jaylyn’s as Nala ran a few steps ahead of you.

“Mommy look!” She pointed the wand you had bought from Oliver’s shop at you before pressing the button, the wand glowed and made a sshoosh noise.

“That’s so cool! Are you gonna be a wizard?” You enthused, watching as she nodded her head proudly. Later, you ended up buying yourself a Gryffindor cloak and scarf, Jaylyn a Slytherine, and Nala a Hufflepuff set.

“I’m gonna miss this.” Jaylyn commented as you two watched Nala walk a couple feet ahead of you exploring the Platform 9 ¾, his words were directed toward you. After this, he wouldn’t get to do a lot of things like this with you anymore.

“Me too.”

That night, after your daughter fell asleep you talked about the divorce. Deciding on starting the tedious process tomorrow.

You woke up alone in the house the next morning, a note with Jaylyn’s handwriting and a doodle drawn by your daughter wishing you a good day and other things. Nala would be with her Grandparents for a couple days and you would see Jaylyn later.

You got dressed in formal clothes for later and put a heavy coat on because it was snowing. Then, headed out for coffee. You went to the café you always went to and ordered the usual Latte.

“Thank you.” You grab the coffee cup from her. The barista looks at you with a look you can only decipher as worry, much to your confusion. You brush it off and continue to turn around, only to crash into a body.

Your coffee jerks out your grasp from the collision, the scalding hot beverage splashing all over their tan blazer, turning it a deep brown. The remnants drip down your sleeves and the cup drops to the floor, but you could care less.

Your eyes almost popped out upon seeing the Saint Laurent logo on the coat.

Guilty, your gaze travels up to your victim; you're in trouble. The woman looks back at you indifferently, frigidly. She doesn’t give away any signs that tell you she’s angry or irritated, and that’s what scares you, she’s unreadable.

You had expected her to jump or react to getting hot liquid spilt on them, but she hadn’t at all.

She has an air about her you think only high class, or the arrogantly rich carry. The power suit says it all. She’s a tall blonde with the face of a model. Her dark eyes burn into your face, most definitely judging you. She was very aloof, you noticed. If anything, it seemed like she was one step away from walking out the door. You jump into action, words spilling out your mouth before you could stop them.

“I’m so, so sorry. I wasn’t looking where I was going and—” You start to ramble, grabbing a handful of napkins out the dispenser and start dabbing at her blazer, she stiffens uncomfortably.

“Stop.”

“I didn’t even know someone was behind me and now look what I did. I’m sorry. I’ve—” Her nose scrunches up and her brows furrow, you're just smearing it more with those cheap napkins.

She catches the barista's eye who looks at her helplessly, embarrassed for her. The barista tried to warn you someone was behind you.

“Stop.” She repeated, a bit louder, thinking you hadn’t heard her the first time. You were determined to ruin her coat, weren’t you?

“—Your coat, it looks expensive. This coffee is hard to get out of things that are lightly colored. I know firsthand, unfortunately. But you can—” You continued on.

Her jaw clenches and she has a strong urge to roll her eyes. Were you hard of hearing? Blind, too, maybe?

She grabs your wrist, pulling it and the soaked mess you hold away from her. “Stop. You’re making it worse.” Her tone could be considered flat, annoyed. You didn’t hear it that way, though.

You, who had finally registered the hand on your wrist that stopped your clumsy movements, were taken by surprise. Her hand was warm against your skin, you thought. She should feel like a block of ice, not a breathing, living, human. You couldn’t believe the cold, but soothing voice you heard belonged to her.

Your neck heated up in embarrassment. Sometimes you don’t realize your rambling until it’s too late. She let go of you. Your arms dropped uselessly to your sides.

“Oh.” You gazed at her blazer, wincing at how the spot did indeed get worse. You were going to suggest buying her a new coat but she turned on her heel and left the café. Leaving you standing in the middle of the shop with eyes on you, quite dumbly.

“Would you like me to remake that?” The barista’s sympathetic voice reached your ears, she pointed to the cup on the ground.

“Yes…thank you, again.”

You sipped on your coffee as you drove back to your house where you would meet up with Jaylyn to head to the law firm. There, you would file the divorce papers.

You knew this whole ordeal wouldn't be easy, not to mention how long the process takes, but you've done your best to prepare yourself. When you pull into the driveway you honk, two minutes later Jaylyn jogs out and up to your window. He taps on it and you roll it down.

“I just follow you, right?”

“Yeah, I’ll send you the location on maps in case you lose me.” He gives you a curt before hopping in his Range Rover. You pull out the driveway and begin to make your way there.

The Chichu Law firm building was basically a skyscraper, you couldn’t imagine how many floors it had. You walked through the glass doors, Jaylyn by your side, and walked to the front desk.

A man who had been signing papers looked up at you before snorting, he spoke in a croaky voice, “Name?”

“(Y/n) (L/n) and Jaylyn Smith.” He hummed before shuffling through some papers, peeking up at you through his tiny glasses, he picked up the phone.

“Yes…Okay…Main floor. Thank you.”

Soon after his call a brunette woman wearing black formal clothes came from the elevator and strided up to the two of you. Her red lips were formed in a wide smile as she approached, pumps clacking against the marble. Her eyes were catlike, they appraised the two of you and she was decked in Chanel.

“Jennie Kim. It’s nice to meet you two, I’ll be taking Mr. Smith with me and your lawyer will be a good friend of mines, Mrs. (L/n). We’ll go over the papers and help you with any questions.” You both shook her hand for a greeting.

You had to split with Jaylyn, having been assigned different lawyers. You felt intimidated, you always did when you went anywhere that had to do with court. You remember going to court the first time for stealing your father’s car and getting caught at a party. You never did it again after going.

Your heels clacked against the marble floors as you followed the man and you wondered if he was annoyed by the sound because the building was quiet. You walked down many hallways, you would’ve looked around but your eyes were glued to the man’s bald spot. It was just so…shiny. You’d think the few strands of hair he brushed over it were decoration, to enhance what couldn’t be hidden…

You took another left and he gestured to the dark oak door you stood in front of. This was where you were supposed to be. He turned to you.

“Your lawyer will be here in a few minutes, have a good day.”

“Thank you.” He nodded before walking off. You hoped you could remember the way back to the lobby because your help just left.

You opened the door and sat down, eyes curiously wandering around their office. It was very minimal, like everything in the room was here because it was needed, save for the picture frames on the desk turned away from you. There were little bits of personality; a guitar was propped up in the corner, probably being used for free time. There was a mini fridge and a container on the side decked with snacks. Polaroids of different places, people, objects. An incense was being burned, you could smell hints of jasmine, musk, cedar, lemon, and ginger.

You picked at your fingernails as you waited, your gaze being drawn to the picture frames pointed away from you once again. It was a matter of curiosity you told yourself, and besides, it wouldn’t hurt if you just took a peek. You wanted to see what your lawyer looked like, all you were told was that she was a woman.

You reached out, you were in the midst of turning the picture frame around when the doorknob turned and someone walked in. You had no doubt you were caught in the act, touching things that weren’t yours. But to your defense, they didn’t even knock.

“Might I ask what you are doing?” A smoky, accented voice inquired.

You turned around, an innocent smile on your face only for it to fade as the seconds went by, you were met with familiar eyes.

There’s a chill in the air.

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A/N: This chapter was 5 words away from 3000 lol

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I'd Sell My Soul for You {Frankie Morales/Max Phillips x F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 8.6k

Warnings: Medical issues/hospitals, drinking, selling of souls, deals with a demon, oral sex (female receiving), vaginal sex, possession, vampirism, biting, blood drinking, death, derogatory language, oral sex (male receiving), slight cum play, rough sex. squirting, non-conish territory due to possession.

Comments: When you collapse after the mission, Frankie will do anything to save you. Including selling his soul to a strange woman in a bar. He doesn't believe that it's real, until it's time to pay the price and his body is inhabited by someone who wants to roam the earth again.

Co-written with @storiesofthefandomlovers

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You stare at the horizon as the boat approaches St. John. You've been throwing up and shivering since you left the mountain and it only seems to be getting worse. You aren't certain how you survived but you are alive...barely. You feel lightheaded and when Frankie walks around the corner, a smile on his face, you collapse.

Shouting your name, Frankie rushes forward. Barely catching you before your head slams against the deck, he’s immediately searching you for wounds, sure that you’ve been hit. That Lorea’s men have followed them here and shot you. Except there’s no wounds and you are burning up. “Shit!” He hisses, gathering you up into his arms as Benny and Will race towards him. “We need a doctor!” He yells, jostling you in his arms as he balances your weight and tries to wake you up. “Wake up baby, wake up.”

"Shit, Fish. What happened?" Benny asks, grabbing his phone out of his pocket to look up the nearest hospital. They should've checked before they arrived like they used to do on missions but they thought you were fine. They thought you just had a cold from the rain. Benny quickly locates the ER and the men grab a passing taxi to take you to hospital.

When they arrive. Frankie is frantic, he's been trying to wake you up the entire time and when they place you on the gurney in the hospital, he's having a breakdown. "She's okay, Cat. She's gonna be okay." Will promises, rubbing his shoulder as they wheel you through the doors that Frankie isn't allowed to follow despite his yelled protests.

“How do you know?” He demands sharply before he shakes his head. “I’m-I’m sorry, I just- I can’t lose her.” He looks down at the ground and kicks at a scuff mark on the tile floor. “She- she was so fucking hot. And she wouldn’t wake up.” You shouldn't have come, he should have put his foot down and told them that you weren't to be involved in this shit. But then again, you wouldn't have let him push you out of this op.

"She's gonna wake up. She - she was sick when we sat on that mountain all night. There was nothing any of us could've done unless someone fucked the warmth back into her." Benny scoffs and Frankie glares at him, "be fucking serious."

Benny holds up his hands, "just saying...body heat. She will be fine, Fish. She's a fighter. Hell, she has saved our asses more than enough times. She doesn't go out with a fucking cold."

Frankie can’t help but pace, walking back and forth across the small waiting area. He knows he’s annoying the few others that are sitting patiently in chairs, but he can’t force himself to sit still. Not when he doesn’t know what is wrong with you. He knows that if you don’t make it, he won’t forgive himself. He can’t. Not when he would have to go home without you. Benny and Will sit, Benny’s leg bouncing anxiously while Will appears almost bored if it weren’t for the intense stare he has set on the double doors where you had last disappeared. “What’s taking so long?” Frankie huffs, swiping his hat off his head and brushing his hair back before jamming it back on his head.

The double doors open just as Frankie stops pacing, and the doctors approach the boys, asking if they are with you. All three of them nod and Frankie is anxious, his heart racing. “She’s stable but she’s in a coma. We don’t…she suffered severe pneumonia and it shut down a lot of her organs. We are…hoping for the best but we believe you should prepare for the worst.” The doctor tells them bluntly. “Does she have any family to notify? Now would be the time to have them come and see her.” The doctor essentially signs your death certificate then and there.

Frankie’s knees nearly buckle, Benny reaching out to steady him and it’s all Frankie can do not to break down right then. “We- uh, there’s no one but us.” Will answers for him, knowing that there is no way that Frankie would be able to talk right now, not when his entire world is spinning on its axis. The only family you have right here, everyone else is no contact and has been for years.

“Can-can- I need- need to see her.” Frankie stutters.

The doctor nods, feeling sorry for Frankie, and he guides him to your room. The machines beep, machines aiding your breathing and your heartbeat is steady as it beeps in the room. You are surrounded by medical equipment and clearly unconscious. “Take as much time as you need.” The doctor tells him, ushering the nurses out of the room.

Rushing forward, Frankie leans over you and cups your cheek. “Baby, you have to wake up, come on.” He begs, tears already sliding down his cheeks when he sees how vulnerable you look in this bed. “You’re stronger than this, I’m sorry, I know it’s selfish, but I need you.” His voice cracks and he kisses your forehead and then your lips while his tears wet your skin. “Wake up, baby.”

Benny and Will appear behind him, both of them with tears in their own eyes. You and Frankie have always been a ‘will they? Won’t they?’ but between Frankie’s failed marriage and your deployments, it never happened, but the Miller brothers both know you and Frankie are meant to be. Evidently not anymore, since it’s likely that you’re going to die. You’ve been like a sister to them, serving alongside them in your own boots, and the brothers know they will be devastated if you die. Frankie though, it could be the death of him. “Frank. She - she ain’t gonna wake up.” Benny tries to tell his friend the truth.

“She’s gonna wake up.” Frankie insists, pressing his lips to yours and squeezing your hand. “She has to.” He turns his head to look at Benny. “Get the fucking doctor back in here, they haven’t tried hard enough.” He demands. The share that he had of the money will go to saving you if that’s what it takes. He will spend every fucking dime he has if it means saving your life. “Money fixes everything, get them back in here.” He turns back to you and caresses your face again. “You’ll be okay baby, I’ll make them fix you.”

Will looks at his brother and nods for him to go “find the doctor.” He walks over to Frankie, gently reaching out to grip his shoulder. “Fish. She - she’s gone, man. You gotta - you gotta accept it. The doctor said it’s not looking good. You can’t just throw money at it. You need to process and pray for the best but prepare for the worst. Money isn’t gonna fix her. You need to let her go.” Will tells his friend, making himself choke as the tears sting in his eyes.

Turning around, Fankie grabs Will’s shirt and shoves him back against the wall. “Fuck you she’s gone.” He snarls in the taller man’s face. “It’s your fucking fault she’s in this bed!” He hisses. “You were the one that insisted that fucking Tom come, that Tom be in charge of this op and he fucked it up. He caused us to be on that fucking mountain. Because you insisted that he come!” He’s raging at Will because he’s about to fall apart and his anger is the only thing that’s keeping him going right now.

Will knows Frankie is distraught and angry and he knows he is taking it out on the nearest person so he isn’t mad, he lets Frankie grab him until the man loosens his grip and a choked sob escapes his lips. “It’s okay man.” Will pulls Frankie into his arms, knowing that he is gonna fall apart and he keeps him close, wrapping his arms around his friend.

This time, Frankie’s grip on Will is desperate as he sobs in his friend’s arms. He has so many regrets, so much time he wasted when he should have told you how he felt and been with you. Now he might lose you forever. “I- I can’t- I can’t lose her.” He sobs, soaking the front of Will’s shirt.

Will holds Frankie close, knowing that this will never leave this hospital room and he’s certain that Benny will stay away for a few minutes longer. “I’m so sorry, Frank. I’m so sorry.” He knows how much you and Frankie loved each other and it destroys him to lose his dear friend, especially when he knows he will lose Frankie too. Maybe not physically, but emotionally. Frankie eventually quietens down and Will offers him a tissue to blow his nose. Frankie thanks him and Benny comes into the hospital room with the doctor.

“There has to be something.” Frankie insists, frowning at the doctor and looking back at you in the bed. “If it’s money- that’s not a problem, but I refuse to believe that pneumonia is going to take the love of my life away from me.” Frankie swallows again and looks at the doctor with a desperate plea in his eyes. “Please.”

“We will do what we can.” The doctor promises, “she’s in a coma so it’s just a question of what happens next. If she wakes up-”

Frankie interrupts him, “when she wakes up.”

The doctor doesn’t react, “then we will see how she reacts. If she doesn’t wake up within the next 24 hours, then…I would prepare yourselves.”

“I’ll do anything.” Frankie promises, nodding. “Anything. Just- please fix her. Bring her back to me.” He’s desperate to make sure you come home with him. That he has a chance to tell you that he loves you. He looks over at Will and Benny. “I’m going to stay here with her. You guys- go on and get some rest.”

“I’d suggest you get some rest too. It’s going to be a long night and she needs to -”

Frankie shakes his head, “I’m staying here.” The doctor doesn’t argue, he nods and lets Frankie remain before making his way out of the room, leaving Frankie and the Miller brothers to say their goodbyes for the day.

“I wish you would let us stay with you.” Benny frowns at Frankie but he ignores that.

“I’ll be okay. You go get some rest.” He insists before he pulls Benny in for a hug, squeezing him tight for a moment before he lets him go. “I’ll sleep here, I’ve slept in worse places.”

The Miller brothers nod, hesitant to leave Frankie, but they know he won’t leave and he won’t let them stay. They go without another word and Frankie exhales shakily. He kneels down beside your bed, reaching for your hand, “please baby. Wake up.” He chokes but you don’t.

The next day, the doctor comes by and you still haven’t woken up. “She hasn’t woken up.” The doctor tells Frankie, “it’s unlikely that she will.”

“She will.” Frankie insists stubbornly, making the doctor sigh. He’s seen plenty of people who refused to accept that their loved ones are gone.

“You can’t stay here today.” The doctor tells him, making Frankie frown. “We need to do some tests and you will be in the way.” It’s a lie, but he needs Frankie to leave, to get some fresh air before he starts to fight the nurses when the inevitable decision is made to take you off all the machines.

Frankie shakes his head, “I’m not leaving her.” The doctor shakes his head, “Mr. Morales, if you refuse to leave, I will have security escort you out and you will not be let back in. So…are you going to leave on your own free will?” Frankie wants to kick and scream but he can’t risk not being let back in so he nods, making his way out of the hospital room. He needs a fucking drink.

He stumbles into a dingy bar about a block from the hospital, ready to drink his sorrows away and forget that the love of his life is laying there dying. He orders a beer and two shots, quickly slamming the shots back before the bartender gets back with his beer. “Fuck, I’d do anything.” He huffs before he puts the bottle to his lips, tilting his head back and not stopping until the bottle is empty.

A woman saunters up to the bar, a smirk on her face, and she sets down another beer for Frankie. “I think I can help you.” She coos, her eyes flashing black and Frankie blinks, certain he’s had too much to drink.

“What the hell are you talking about lady?” He growls.

She leans closer, “I can help you save your love.”

Twisting in his seat, Frankie looks around, certain that he’s not mentioned you to anyone here. Half expecting to see Benny or Will at a table but there is no one in the bar but the two of them, oddly enough. Even the bartender seems to have disappeared. He turns back to the woman and notices that her eyes are just brown now. “How?” He demands, reaching for the bottle since his own is empty. “How can you help?”

She smirks, “it’s simple really. I just need your soul.” She offers and he throws his head back and laughs. It’s not in humor, it’s in sarcasm.

“Lady. My soul is fucking gone. It’s black. I am not getting into heaven with the shit I’ve done in my lifetime. If you want it, you can fucking have it. I just need that woman in that hospital bed to survive. She’s everything to me. She’s a good person. She’s not like me. She deserves to live.” He chokes, slamming the bottle down.

The woman offers him a sad smile, “I can save her. I just need you to sign away your soul, give your body back and let him live again.” She says vaguely and Frankie thinks she’s crazy.

“Sure. Whatever.” He thinks this is bullshit now. “I give you my soul.” He plays along and she smirks, “thank you, Mr. Morales, for doing business with me. She will wake up in the morning in perfect health.”

Frankie scoffs and rolls his eyes at the act, turning to look around the still empty bar. When he looks back towards her, she’s gone, and the noise from the bar hits his ears, the bartender in front of him places his beer down. “What the fuck?” He scoffs, pushing the beer aside. He’s had too much to drink or was having a mental breakdown.

Slapping some cash down on the bar, Frankie stumbles back to the hospital, let into your room without any arguments from the doctor. He collapses into the chair next to your bed and lays his head down on the gurney, next to your hand. Taking it in his and cuddling his cheek to your warm skin, Frankie starts to cry again. “I love you, baby. I would do anything for you. Anything.” He murmurs before his heavy eyes close and he passes out.

****

"Frankie?" He hears your voice, his head pounding, and he swears he's dreaming. "Frankie." You say a little louder, your fingers carding through his locks and his hat lay on the floor. "Frankie, sweetheart." You cup his cheek, brushing your thumb over his cheek to try and wake him up.

He moans your name quietly, opening his eyes and when he feels your hand, he shoots up. “Oh my god!” He cries, jaw dropping for a split second before he’s lunging forward and cupping your cheek, looking you over in wonder. “You’re- you’re awake, oh my god, you’re awake!”

You swallow, your throat is a little dry, but you feel absolutely fine. "Frankie. What happened?" You ask, pulling back to look at him. He looks exhausted. He looks like he's been through hell and you frown.

“You-“ Frankie shakes his head, wondering what the hell happened to make you appear so healthy. You look like nothing has happened, like they hadn’t sentenced you to death. “They said you were dying. That your organs were shutting down.” He turns his head and kisses the palm of your hand. Over and over again. “I knew it wasn’t true. That you were going to be okay. You wouldn’t leave me.”

"I - my organs were shutting down?" You choke, tears stinging in your eyes, and you caress his cheek.

Frankie chokes, "I - I thought you were dying. I thought I'd lost you." He mumbles and you shift closer to wrap your arms around him.

"I'm here, Frank. I'm here." You promise, kissing his hair.

“Oh god.” Frankie slides out of his chair and sinks down to his knees by your bed. “I love you.” He breathes out. “I love you so much.” He can’t waste another minute telling you how he feels. He came too close to losing you to try to pretend he isn’t in love with you. “I love you.”

You can’t believe he said it. Years of dancing around each other have led to this moment and you cling to him. “I love you too. I love you.” You pull back to look into those beautiful brown eyes and you surge forward to press your lips to his, tears now streaming down your cheeks.

All he can do is cling to you, kissing you again and again. Relieved that you are saying it back to him. He closes his eyes and thanks that woman, if he was real for bringing you back to him, “I love you so much baby.”

You sob as the reality of nearly dying from both the mission and the aftermath settles over you and you swear you aren’t going to waste another second denying your feelings for Frankie. When the doctor comes in, he’s shocked. Stating it’s a miracle that you’re awake and you seem to have not suffered any effects. He’s confused but decides to run some tests to make sure you’re okay and healthy.

Frankie refuses to leave your side while they are checking you over and you are insistent as well. Making him beam as the doctor goes about his tests to explain how you’ve recovered so quickly.

The doctor is shocked, telling you that it’s a miracle that you’re okay. You are perfectly healthy, and you are relieved but Frankie is almost sobbing. He is so happy that you’re okay. The doctor gives you discharge orders and you are soon leaving the hospital the same day. Frankie is beaming and happy to take you home to the U.S. He just doesn’t know how much it cost him to save you. Not yet anyway.

****

Groaning, Frankie slips out of the bed, making you groan and turn over as he disturbs your sleep. He grins, leaning over and kissing one bare shoulder before he stands and shuffles towards the bathroom. You had moved in with him the second you hit home and it’s been nearly a month of complete bliss.

Closing the door and the moonlight shines through the windows enough that he doesn’t need the light. He glances over at the mirror as he pees, swaying slightly and shakes his head, blinking and staring at the mirror again. His reflection looks different, he’s got shorter hair and his face isn’t covered in scraggly hair. And he has fangs. He blinks again and he’s met with his bewildered expression and bed head. “Goin’ crazy Morales.” He huffs at himself, although he continues to side eye the mirror as he finishes up.

When Frankie returns to bed, you curl into him, kissing his chest. “You okay baby?” Your voice is raspy from sleep but Frankie hums, wrapping his arm around you.

“Yeah. Just needed to piss. Getting old sucks.” He snorts and you chuckle against his chest.

“Not too old to fuck me in the middle of the night I hope.” You slide your hand down his chest, rubbing his soft cock through his boxers. You bite down on his nipple before soothing it with your tongue, loving the groan that escapes his lips as his cock jumps under your palm.

“Fuck.” He hisses, starting to harden and he rolls his hips into your hand. He’s been like a fucking teenager with you since coming home from St. John. Unable to get enough of you and luckily you feel the same way. He pushes you onto his back and rolls on top of you. “You need my cock, baby? Need to cum to go back to sleep?”

You've never known a man Frankie's age with the stamina and recovery time of a teenager, but you aren't complaining. You hum when he kisses along your neck, his hands shoving his t-shirt up your body to expose your tits and you arch your back into his mouth when he bites down on your nipple. "Yes. I want - fuck - I need you, baby."

“You’ll get me.” Frankie promises before he switches to the other breast. “Do you want me to lick your pussy before I fuck you?” He asks, sucking your nipple into his mouth while he looks up at you in the dark. His fingers hook under your panties and he waits for your answer.

You whine and nod, “yes. God, please.” You are wet but not wet enough and you’ve never had a partner who loves to eat you out as much as Frankie. He takes your breath away whenever he goes down on you. The darkness shrouding the room is making the feeling more intense as Frankie settles between your thighs and slides his tongue through your folds after he tossed your panties aside.

Frankie groans at the tangy taste of you, holding your hips and dragging your cunt closer to his mouth. He’s hungry, ravenous for you and he feels like he will never have enough of you. His tongue flicks over your clit and he sucks it into his mouth, teeth nipping slightly to make you gasp his name.

"Fuck." You cry, reaching down to tangle your fingers in his hair, bucking your hips up into his mouth. He is so eager to bite your skin all the time but you love it, love how you feel the bruises the next day. "Oh God, it feels so good." You close your eyes, enjoying the feel of his tongue on your clit. "Frankie, baby. You're gonna - I'm gonna-" Your words fade into a silent scream as he makes you cum with swift expertise.

Frankie growls as he tastes your pleasure on his tongue. Gripping your hips harshly as he works you through it until you are gasping for air. It’s hard to pull himself away but he manages to drag himself away so he can move up your body as he shucks his boxers down to free his cock from its confines. “Spread your legs, baby. Pull them back with your hands.” He wants to be deep, for you to feel him in your guts and ache tomorrow.

His words almost make you cum again, his growl is beyond sexy and you wonder where the sweet Frankie you knew goes when you have sex. You follow his orders, pulling your legs back for him, and you whine when he teases your clit with the head of his cock until he pushes into you, making you both groan at the sensation. He always stretches you, always has you gasping for air as you try to readjust to his girth. “Fuck.” You breathe out, eyes closed as he pushes deep.

The second he’s buried into your tight cunt, his nostrils flare and he grits his teeth. Grinding his hips before he pulls out so that just the top is inside you before he is driving back into you with a snarl.

“Shit. Frankie!” You gasp, his hands gripping your legs to lift your calves onto his shoulders. He practically folds you in half. You cry out, clinging to his back as he thrusts deep inside of you, hitting your cervix with each harsh move of his hips. “Fuck baby. So- so good. You’re so deep.” You pant, unable to do anything but lay there with the way he’s fucking you. He’s not soft, there’s no lazy middle of the night sex happening, it’s fucking and he’s making you squeal with how hard he punches your gut with his cock.

He’s feral, it’s not even enough as his hips slap against your ass. He feels like a man possessed. He has this need, this fucking desire, to bite you. Lunging down while he’s still hammering into you, he bites your shoulder harshly, making you cry out. His tongue soothes the marks but then he’s biting you again. “So good, fuck- you’re always so good.” He groans. “My good little cock sleeve.”

His words make your cunt gush around him as a wave of arousal hits you. Fuck, he’s never talked to you like this before. He’s never been so vulgar. Usually Frankie is loving and sweet, slowly working you up, but this version has you screaming with pleasure and you haven’t even cum yet. He’s thrusting deep, his teeth sinking into your shoulders and neck like he’s trying to draw blood, and you squeal in pleasure when your orgasm finally hits. Soaking Frankie’s stomach with a torrent of liquid as you squirt for him.

Frankie lets go of your shoulder and rears back, roaring in pleasure. A black haze clouds his eyes and he is overcome by the urge to bite at your pulse. He can feel your blood pounding and he needs to taste it. A sharp pain shoots through his mouth but he’s too lost in the frantic need to notice that he’s grown fangs. Snarling your name, he surges forward and sinks his teeth into your veins, blood spurting into his mouth.

Your screams echo through the house, eyes rolling back as the pleasure continues, and all of a sudden, it’s darkness and your body goes limp. You lost too much blood but Frankie doesn’t notice, too busy thrusting deep inside of you and spilling his seed, painting your walls with his hot cum while he gulps down your blood.

It takes long, shuddering moments for Frankie to come back to himself. Hazy and drunk on pleasure when he realizes that he tastes the coppery tang of blood on his lips. “Shit baby, I broke skin.” He groans, licking his lips as he pushes back up into his elbows to look down at you, “are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” You don’t answer him, making him pull back even more to see your eyes closed. “Babe, did I make you pass out from cumming?” He chuckles, frowning when you continue to play dead. “Babe, come on.” He shakes you, but you don’t respond, just jostling limply in his arms. “Babe!”

He pulls out of you and rushes over to switch on the light, choking when he sees the bed covered in blood. “Baby! What the fuck! What did I do!” Frankie yells, running over to you and slapping his hand over your neck, two puncture marks in your skin. “Shit! Shit!” His other hand is on the other side of your neck, searching for a pulse. “Oh fuck, shit, shit!”

Frankie doesn't know what to do, he's beside himself, and he doesn't see the way his reflection smirks in the mirror on the wall opposite your bed. Within seconds, Frankie's eyes roll into the back of his head and when they reappear, they are black and soulless.

"Don't worry, soldier boy. She's gonna be fine. Pretty little thing is gonna be a vampy like me." Max pauses, listening to Frankie screaming inside of his own mind. "Awww. Don't you worry, Frankie poo. She's gonna be alright. As for you...it's your fault." Max tuts, "shouldn't have sold your soul. It's mine now. Just had to take my time until I could take what's always been mine." Max cups your cheek, leaning in to lap at the puncture marks on your neck.

“I killed her! I fucking killed her!” Frankie screams inside his head, horrified at the sight of your lifeless body.

Max tuts and shakes his head. “You didn’t kill her, although I don’t know why she would let you fuck her. Look at you.” He looks in the mirror again and runs Frankie’s fingers through his hair. “At least you look similar to me. Or, you will once we get that shit shaved off this face and a haircut,” he huffs before he looks down and grins. “At least you’re decent in the dick department. Not a bad body to use for eternity.” Frankie screams again and Max rolls his eyes. “Hey, I’m not the one who sold my soul pal, shoulda read the fine print on the contract.”

Frankie screams but Max blocks him in the back of his mind and he walks into the bathroom and pulls out the razor and clippers Frankie has stored under the sink. "I asked her for a similar body and boy, she pulled through." Max focuses on shaving the stupid hair off his cheeks before he grabs the scissors and chops his hair, styling it with gel. "Much better. Those fucking lumberjack shirts are gonna have to go, buddy. Some bespoke suits are in order. Gotta impress our girl."

All Frankie can do is watch while this person, this thing, goes through his closet and clicks his tongue in disapproval. He wants to scream again when he walks over to you, reaching out and touching you. It’s like he’s doing it but he’s not in control, this other person is. Horrified to realize that he had sold his soul that day and now he’s possessed by something. Something that now wants you. He watches as the blood is taken care of, the sheet stripped out from under your body and replaced. His body settles next to you and watches, waiting for something.

****

You wince when the sunshine comes in through the window, hissing in an unnatural way, and someone apologizes and shuts the blinds. “Sorry, sweetheart. Forgot.” A voice coos and you frown,

“Frankie?” There’s a chuckle and your throat is so dry. You swallow harshly but nothing makes it better and you turn your head to see Frankie staring at you, a grin on his face. “You- you shaved?” You rasp, frowning because Frankie never shaves.

Max smiles at you and tilts his head. “It looks better.” He hums. “Don’t you think? Fresh start, fresh look.” He reaches out and cups your cheek. “You really are lovely, aren’t you? How did I get so lucky?”

You frown, shifting to sit up, and you look down at Frankie. “Fresh start?” You are confused but your throat is so dry, you can’t think of anything else. “Can you get me some water please?” You ask Frankie, coughing slightly.

“You don’t need it.” Max hums, shaking his head and reaching for the metal insulated cup that he had placed on the nightstand. “This is what you need. It will take away that horrible thirst you have.” He promises, holding it out to you. “Much better than water ever would.”

You grab the cup, taking a sip, and you moan as the liquid cools your throat. When a drop escapes your lips as it falls onto the sheets, your eyes widen. “Is that- is that fucking blood?” You shriek, tossing the cup at Frankie who expertly catches it. You freeze, staring at him for a moment and it hits you. “You’re not Frankie. Who - who the fuck are you?”

“Smart cookie.” Max chuckles as he sets down the cup. “I like a woman with….brains.” He winks at you before he gives a two finger salute. “In my past life, my name was Max Phillips, baby doll. You can call me whatever you want. Maxie poo, oh god- you’ll be saying that one a lot.” He smirks and bites his lip. “How’s your throat feeling now? Still thirsty?”

You shift off of the bed, “what the fuck! Where’s Frankie? What have you done with him? What - what have you done to me? You did this to me! You - I - tell me what you’ve done!” You demand, striding over to him and you wrap your fingers around his neck.

“Ohhhh, feisty! I like that.” Max grins at you and hums. “Keep that up and we’re gonna fuuuuuck.” He teases with another wink. “But baby, breath play only works when you need to breathe.” He tuts with a playful frown. “Don’t worry, your rugged boy toy is still here, deeeeeeep down inside.”

You lower your hand, confused by his words until you realize he is Frankie. Frankie is still in there. "What are you?" You tilt your head, trying to figure out what has happened to you and to your boyfriend. "Please. Just fucking explain!" You shout, feeling your face morph.

“It’s easy, toots.” Max gives a small shrug and reaches out to touch his finger to the tip of one fang. “Ouch! Baby fangs are always so sharp!” He huffs to himself. “I was tired of Limbo, it’s soooo boring there! So my demon friend, we bump uglies sometimes-“ he sends you another lewd wink. “She promised to find me a body. And your boy toy here was desperate to save your miserable little life.” He pouts dramatically. “Sooooooooo, he sold her his soul in exchange for saving your life but now it is time to pay the piper so I took over his body while he was balls deep in that pussy and I bit you and technically killed you so you could become like me.” Max rushes out really fast and grins at you, his fangs showing. “A vampire.”

You stare at him, at his fangs, and you process his words. You feel sick, the blood you drank swirling in your stomach, and you come to the realization that Frankie sacrificed his soul for you and now, you are dead. Technically dead. "Why - why did you change me?" You choke, trying to figure out this complicated vampire.

“Bored? Lonely?” Max shrugs again. “You matter to this sop that’s inside me and I know he would be whining for all of eternity if you got old and died on him.” He huffs. “Soooo I decided you were hot enough to want to bang for hundreds of years.” He chuckles and literally pats himself on the back. “Don’t worry, I’ll let him out to play like a good boy. Just look at it like a very twisted threesome.”

You are shocked, unable to believe that your boyfriend is inside of this monster, and now you are a monster. One who is going to live for eternity. “I- this is - this is impossible. I can’t - I just want Frankie.” You choke, collapsing down to the floor as the reality hits. “Not you. Not you.”

Max rolls his eyes and huffs. “God, baby vamps are so dramatic. Fine.” He points at you. “Just remember, you stake me, Frankie boy goes bye-bye too, where he would be spending eternity in Hell rather than in this body with me.” He warns you before he lets Frankie come back out.

His entire body language changes and it’s Frankie in control as he rushes to kneel down. “Baby! God, I’m so sorry, I didn’t-“ he chokes back a sob as he cups your cheeks. “I didn’t know what was going to happen.” He promises.

You cling to him, pulling him into your arms, and you shake your head, just breathing him in. “Don’t baby. It’s okay. I love you. I love you. You did - fuck - you’re so stupid but you saved me.” You cup his cheeks, “I - is it painful? Are you - does he hurt you?” You ask, caressing his cheek.

Frankie shakes his head and leans in to kiss you. “No, no, it doesn’t hurt, I just- I can see and hear you, but it’s like I’m in a glass room and you don’t know I’m there.” He squeezes his eyes shut. “I’m so sorry. I couldn’t- I couldn’t lose you. It - I’m sorry.”

“Ssh shh. It’s okay. I- I’m so sorry baby but I promise you, I’m gonna figure out how to save you, okay? I'm gonna figure it out. That asshole won’t have you for long.” You promise him, kissing him a few times, until you feel his posture change.

“I could get used to this.” Max chuckles, pecking your lips, and you immediately pull away from him.

“Bastard.” You hiss, shifting away and you stand up, reaching for the cup. Craving the blood inside. “Why are you doing this?” You ask him after you slam the empty cup down.

“What?” Max pouts at you, and gesturing around. “Giving you immortal life? Taking you away from the bullshit of being sick or weak? Being a boring human?” Max scoffs. “Allowing your boyfriend to still live? I could have just sent him to Hell, you know? I was being nice.” He heaves a sigh. “But since you don’t want that….”

“Wait!” You step towards him, “don’t. Don’t hurt Frankie. Please. I’ll do whatever you want, just don’t hurt him.” You plead, knowing you’d never forgive yourself if Frankie went to hell because of you. After a moment, you step closer to Max. “I mean…what made you want to come back so badly? How did you die if you’re supposed to be immortal?”

He rolls his eyes and makes a disgusted face. “The one fucking weakness we have.” He grumbles. “Fucking wooden stakes through the heart, the sun - it’s just irritating and causes sunburn. So wear a hat and sunglasses outside. But that stake- I swear I would demolish all the trees.” He shakes his head and looks back at you curiously. “Wouldn’t you want to come back? Live again, if you could?”

You bite your lip, contemplating his words for a few moments. “I did, didn’t I? I was supposed to die. Frankie saved me and now, you’ve given me eternal life…as long as I stay away from stakes. I, uh, I don’t really know what to say other than I guess we gotta figure it out if you're here and I’m here. I do want to see Frankie daily.” You warn him, knowing that your boyfriend is still in there. Max might look like him but you don’t love Max, you love Frankie.

Max pouts at that, sticking his lip out and sidling closer to you. “Are you sure?” He coos. “You seemed to really like it when I called you my little cock sleeve.” He sends you a small smirk and reaches out to stroke your shoulder. “We could have some real fun, show ‘ole Frankie boy how he should have been fucking you.”

You pull away from him, “you’re disgusting. That’s - I won’t let you touch me. I thought that was Frankie.” You choke, not knowing that it was Max who fucked you to within an inch of your life.

“All me sugartits.” Max says proudly and you growl, walking over to slap him. His head turns with a satisfying smack and he pouts as he turns back to look at you.

“That wasn’t very nice, sweetheart. Don’t make me teach you a lesson.” He hisses and you go to slap him again but he catches your wrist this time.

“Fuck you, Max.”

“Oh, but you did, sweet cheeks.” Max coos with a smirk on his face. “And you loved it. Didn’t you? Squirted all over my cock. Our cock?” He tilts his head in contemplation and frowns for a second before he shrugs. “Don’t worry. I’ll let you have your boring love making.” He huffs. “But just so you know, he wanted to do those dirty things with you. He’s just too much of a wimp to tell you. Afraid of running you off. Scared you’ll break, but now you are stronger.”

You stare at Max for several moments until you can't hold back. You surge forward, pressing your lips to his, and you wrap your arms around your neck, dragging him against you. You feel connected to him, you can't describe it.

If he is surprised, he doesn’t act like it. Chuckling as he pulls you closer and immediately shoves his tongue into your mouth. Frankie watches, startled that you would so eagerly kiss someone you were just trying to slap. He knows what Max said is true, he had wanted to fuck you like that, but he had been scared. Max reaches up and grabs the back of your neck, holding it tight as he plunders your mouth and pulls back, biting your bottom lip harshly. “Good girl.” He growls. “Knew you would like it.”

You whimper, feeling the lust surge up within you, and you reach down to palm him through the boxers he had put on. “Fuck me.” You beg breathlessly, wanting to feel connected to this man - Frankie or Max - he’s still the man you love and you need him.

He pulls back and smirks at you, flashing his fangs. “Are you talking to me, or your lover boy?” He teases before he slides the boxers down and reveals his hardening cock. “Just think of it as getting fucked by two men, sugar tits. One will make you feel loved, the other will cum on your pretty face.”

You know it’s wrong, you should try and kill him for taking Frankie from you but the connection is undeniable and you know Frankie is now intertwined with this creature. A vampire. You are one too and your sire is about to fuck you. You reach down to wrap your fingers around his hard cock, a cock you know well. “Max.” You whimper when his hands squeeze your tits through the t-shirt you’re still wearing.

“Ohhh I like that, say it again.” Max demands, his cock twitching in your hand.

“Max.” You whisper in shame and he grins back at you, pinching your nipple and tugging on it sharply.

“Frankie was a good little boy and licked your pussy but I want you on your knees. It’s been sooooo long since I got my dick sucked.” He huffs, tugging on your nipples again. “But watch the fangs, sugar tits.”

You obey, shifting onto your knees, and you look up at Max, seeing the darkness in his eyes compared to the light in Frankie's. "Fuckkkk." Max hisses when you waste no time taking him into your mouth, avoiding the fangs, and you wrap your lips around the head, keeping your gaze on him.

“Fuck, knew you would be a good little cock sucker.” He groans, holding the back of your head to force you to take more of him. “Tell me he fucked your throat, tell me he didn’t waste this.”

You shake your head as best you can, choking for a second until you remember you don’t need to breathe. You relax, letting him push deeper and you widen your jaw, saliva dripping down your chin and your eyes start to water at the roughness of his touch.

Your gargled response makes him laugh and he pushes even deeper until his cock is down your throat. “I want more. Lay down on the bed.” He orders, pulling his cock out of your throat and you splutter but follow his orders, laying down on the bed on your back and you open your mouth for him.

“This is how you should have been treating her, Frankie boy.” Max coos as he comes over to you, his cock in his hand and he smacks it against your lips several times before he slides into your mouth. “Guaranteed our little slut will be dripping and begging for this cock. And good news! We can fuck as often and as long as you want. Perk of being dead.” He chuckles to himself and groans when he shoves past your gag reflex and down your throat to make it bulge. “I’ll cum on her face and tits and I’ll be nice and let you lick it up while you feel how fucking tight her improved vampy cunt squeezes this cock. But you better fuck her like she deserves. Like a little slut.”

Frankie can’t stop the groan that escapes him as he watches you take Max’s cock - his cock - down your throat. You look like you’re enjoying this and he should hate it but fuck, you look so good. “Oh he likes it.” Max chuckles darkly and you moan around his length, eyes closing as you let him fuck your throat.

Max isn’t gentle. He doesn’t want to be. He doesn’t have to be because he knows you can take it. He hisses, pushing his cock deep and the slapping of his balls hits against your forehead. “Fuck, good girl. Oh good girl. You love this, don’t you? You love being used like this.”

You can’t deny that you do, you are dripping onto the sheets and you know he can smell it. You hum around his length, making him moan, and you open your eyes to look up into the demonic glimmer of Max. “Fuckkkk.” He groans when you swallow around him, squeezing him tight.

Max can feel Frankie’s arousal, it’s as great as his own. Feel him watching and wishing it were him. Another minute of grunts from him and moans from you and Max is pulling out of your mouth. Pumping his cock furiously as he stands over your face. “Fuck, fuck, fuuuuuuck.” He groans as he paints your face with ropes of his cum.

You just about manage to close your eyes and you flinch as his hot cum hits your face but you stick your tongue out, letting his seed hit it and you wait until you hear him stop working his cock. “Fuck baby.” You hear him pant and you swallow the cum on your tongue, slowly opening your eyes when you realize he had the decency to avoid that area.

“Fuck, that’s a pretty sight.” Max coos, swiping his finger through his cum and popping it in his mouth. “Okay slugger, you’re up to bat.” He tells Frankie. “Fuck her right.” Max lets Frankie come through and watches from the sidelines.

Frankie stumbles slightly as he comes back into his body and you look up at him, a little embarrassed at how you've behaved, but he's like a man possessed - ironically - and he surges forward to press his lips to yours, leaning over you for an upside down kiss that takes your breath away as he tastes his cum on your tongue, his hands squeezing your tits.

He groans, wanting to give you want you need now that he’s seen you respond to the way Max fucked you when he bit you. Now that Max is in his body, has changed him, he has strength he didn’t have before. Grabbing you to spin you around and flip you over easily so he can fuck you from behind. “Fuck baby, I’m gonna wreck you.” He promises as he spears forward and sinks into you without a second’s notice.

Your scream echoes in the room and his hands dig into the flesh of your hips but it doesn’t hurt. You love it. Grinding back onto him, trying to get him impossibly deeper, you cry out Frankie’s name and he sets a harsh pace, giving you no mercy as he starts to fuck you hard and fast. Inhumanly fast, his hips slam against your ass, making you squeal.

“Fuck.” Frankie spits, his eyes wide and surprised at how fucking tight you are squeezing him. “You do love this. You like being my little s-slut?” He stutters slightly, not used to calling you names, but there are things you’ve been hiding from him that Max could see. “Have us both use you? Fuck you full?”

“Yes. Oh fuck yes.” You cry, grinding back onto him, and you grip the clean bedsheets, tearing them with your nails as Frankie pushes deep into you. “I love it. I love you. I love you both. I’m your slut. I’m yours.” You ramble, unable to stop yourself.

Frankie hisses, listening to Max preen inside him but he’s not jealous. Instead your confession makes him thrust harder, wanting to hear you scream it. “Say it again!”

“I’m yours. Fuck. I’m yours. I’m yours. I’m - oh shit!” You squeal, collapsing forward onto your elbows and Frankie reaches for your arms, joining your wrists together behind your back and he uses your weight against you to fuck you even harder. The bed creaks and you think it’s about to break under the force.

Frankie snarls, giving into the animalistic nature that is buried down deep. The side he likes to pretend doesn’t exist. The one that Max shows so well. He yanks you back, lifting your upper body off the bed while he hammers into you, feeling his cock beat against your cervix. “Cum. Do it, show me what a slut you are. Show me how badly you wanted this, to be used and covered with cum, filled with it. Cum!” He shouts.

His words combined with the unforgiving way he is fucking up into you sends you over the edge. You clamp down on his cock, soaking him for the second time tonight, and he growls against your neck, not biting down but mouthing the skin. “Fr- Fr - Frank - Frankie!” You manage to get out, wanting him to cum, wanting him to fill you up.

He gives in. Gasping out your name even though he doesn’t need to breathe anymore, Frankie pushes his hips one last hard thrust and buries himself as deep as he can. Practically growling as he pumps waves of his cum into your greedy cunt.

You pant, albeit unnecessarily- a habit from your humanity - and you lean back against him, loving how good it feels. It’s the Frankie you love mixed with the devil that is Max Phillips. You turn your head to press your lips to his, fangs extended and you accidentally prick his lip. “Sorry baby.” You lap up the drop of blood that tastes familiar.

“It’s okay.” Frankie wonders what exactly he is now that he’s hosting Max Phillips in his body. “I love you. I hope you know that. I don’t regret saving you.” How can he when you are here, still with him even if you are technically dead, the monster inside him turning you into a vampire.

You reach back to card your fingers through his hair. “Baby. I- I love you. You gave up your soul for me. Hopefully we will live forever now. Although we can’t tell the guys about it. We gotta…we gotta disappear eventually.” You sigh, knowing that you can’t tell your friends why you aren’t aging. It’s not fair to anyone to let them in on your eternal secret. Frankie sighs but agrees, kissing your cheek.

“It’s not going to be easy.” He agrees and then you feel the shift. His grip becomes tighter, the kisses along your neck become harder. “Nothing good is ever easy, toots, but you got an eternity to figure it out.”

You sigh, looking into the dark eyes of your new lover. “With you, it’s gonna be an interesting eternity.”

Max grins, “it’s gonna be real fun. Don’t you worry. I have money too, in accounts across the world. It ain’t just cost you a thing.” He promises.

You huff, raising your eyebrows, “just my boyfriend’s soul.”

Max shrugs, “small price to pay for your life.” Frankie agrees in Max’s mind. You nod, knowing you’ll do whatever it takes to save Frankie’s soul. Going along with Max’s plan is a necessary evil but you’ll figure out how to eject him from Frankie’s body. There has to be a way. Otherwise you’ll be spending eternity with Max Phillips.

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Promise(Sterek)

Here is the Sterek Christmas Oneshot I promised. I had equal interest in the airport idea and also the ski lodge idea. If I can find the time I may try and squeeze in the ski lodge idea, but no promises. Hope you like this one.

p.s I’m not good at fluff, so I apologize in advance.

"No please, you have to understand, I can't be delayed." Derek gripped the edge of the receptionists desk so hard his knuckles turned white.

"I'm sorry, sir, but all flights are delayed until the weather clears up," The blond behind the desk said, not looking up from her computer.

"So what am I supposed to do?"

"You're welcome to wait in our lounge area, or if you'd rather, there's a hotel about a mile down the road." She gestured to the small room where an older man was splayed out on a pleather recliner.

"I don't suppose you'd be paying for the hotel," Derek clenched his jaw as the man snored out loudly. He sounded like a feral bear.

The blond finally looked up with a pinched smile. "Unfortunately we can't be held accountable for weather conditions and as such your accommodations aren't covered. But you're welcome to take advantage of our lounge area." She once again gestured to the snoring man.

Derek rolled his eyes as he turned away from the desk.

"Typical, huh?" A brunette man, sitting in a nearby seat, asked.

Derek scoffed. "Yeah." He started towards the sleeping man.

"I'd maybe skip staying in there, he's also gassy." The brunette offered.

Derek's shoulders fell. "Great. And I have to tell my sisters I'll be late to Christmas."

"I know the feeling. I had to tell my dad."

Derek took a seat across from the brunette man. "Instead we get to spend Christmas eve with strangers in an airport."

"Stiles," the man stuck his hand out.

"Derek."

"At least it's not crowded. Perks of a late night flight." Stiles gestured to the barren airport.

"Is anything still open?" Derek asked, glancing around for a bar.

"A few places. Care to wander?" Stiles asked.

Derek was about to politely decline, but the last week with Erica gave him pause. He had promised her he would be better. Better about coming around. Better about not shutting everyone out. He was stuck in this airport for the foreseeable future, he might as well make the most of it.

"Why not?" Derek huffed setting his bag down on the chair.

Stiles set his bag and pillow next to Derek's stuff.

"There was a restaurant down that way that was open a little while ago, if you're hungry."

Derek gestured for Stiles to lead the way.

After being seated with two Reuben sandwiches in front of them, Stiles asked, "So where you headed?"

"California." Derek answered around a bite of food.

"No kidding, same here. Beacon Hills, you know it?" Stiles asked.

Derek raised a brow. "I do actually. I grew up there."

"Whoa, seriously? Same."

Derek narrowed his eyes. What were the chances that two people in a New York airport where going to the same small town in California?

"What are you doing in New York?" he asked.

"Work. I work with the FBI. We get pulled all over sometimes. What about you?"

Derek had not pegged this guy as FBI. "Just visiting a friend. I lived here for a while before moving back home."

"What part?" Stiles pressed eagerly.

Derek, not one for small talk, did his best to remain patient. Stiles was just being friendly. "City."

"Nice. A lot different from the little ol' town of Beacon Hills huh?"

"A lot."

"So how'd you end up on such a late flight?"

Derek swallowed his bite of sandwich with a sigh. "My friend was in an accident. I was staying to help out for a bit."

"Oh I'm sorry to hear that." Stiles frowned.

"She's okay."

A silence fell over the pair and Derek was thankful.

"This is gonna be a long night." Stiles pushed away his empty plate.

"Unfortunately. But you know what helps?" Derek gestured to the small bar across the hall. A drink or two always calmed his nerves, and right now he was in need of some calming.

Stiles grinned. "I like the way you think."

With an arm full of mini bottles, Derek and Stiles made their way back to their stuff before setting up in a far corner away from the still snoring man.

"Okay, so lets make this fun. We have to tell a truth and a lie about ourselves and the person has to guess which is which. If they get it wrong they drink. If they get it right, the other person drinks."

Derek scoffed a laugh. "Learn that at a work Christmas party?"

"Maybe," Stiles laughed. "Okay, you first." he pushed a mini bottle of gin towards Derek as he grabbed a rum for himself.

"Okay, I'm the only boy of five siblings or I'm the middle child." Derek leaned back against the wall.

"Hmmm, you don't really give off middle child vibes but you only mentioned sisters and I could see you being the only boy, but five siblings with only one boy is statistically rare, but not unheard of." Stiles pondered. "Middle child is the truth."

Derek's brows shot up. "Whoa, yeah."

Stiles gave a fist pump before gesturing to the gin. "Drink."

Derek tipped back the bottle, taking a long swig. He coughed as the liquid burned his throat. "Alright your turn."

"I'm an only child, or I'm adopted."

Derek rolled his eyes. "Those are so very specific. I'll say you're adopted is true."

"Ooh, wrong answer, drink." Stiles grinned widely.

"Okay, okay," Derek said determinedly as he wiped the gin from his lips after another long swig. "I hate the color blue, or I'm allergic to pineapple."

Stiles laughed, "You don't hate the color blue."

Derek gave Stiles a bewildered look. "How can you possibly know that?"

"Dude, you're wearing a blue shirt and your carry on bag is blue."

Derek sighed as he downed the last of the tiny gin.

"Alright." Stiles grinned. "The mets are my favorite team or the mets are my least favorite team."

Derek narrowed his eyes. "I'm gonna say they're your favorite because if they're not, you're wrong."

Stiles lit up. "Hell yeah, dude." He twisted off the cap of his rum and took a swig.

An hour and four mini bottles later Derek was well past tipsy.

"How are you so good at this?" He huffed tossing aside his newly emptied bottle of vodka.

"You want to know my secret?" Stiles grinned, taking a voluntary sip of his whiskey.

"Yeah, there's no way you guessed that I played basketball in high school."

"I'm a profiler at the FBI. It's my job to read people. I learned your tell on the first question." Stiles smirked up at Derek, hoping he wouldn't be mad.

Derek leaned back, an impressed look on his face. "So you profiled me, huh?"

"Not exactly. I just read your body language and payed attention to things that you said previously."

Derek studied Stiles for a long moment. "So what's my tell?"

"Your eyebrows. You're very expressive with them. Which is actually a funny thought because if it weren't for them, you have a great poker face." Stiles tipped back the last of his whiskey, tossing the now empty bottle with the others.

"Alright, well, congrats. You've gotten me sufficiently intoxicated. What now?" Derek crossed his arms over his chest as if he were accusing Stiles.

"Well now." Stiles lifted his watch. "We have about thirty minutes until it's officially Christmas. What do you say we do a little gift exchange? There's a twenty four hour gift shop I saw on my way in. We each get fifteen minutes to go in and find a small gift and then we have to wrap it and meet at the tree at twelve-thirty."

Derek let out a laugh. This was not something he would normally agree to. "You know what, Stiles? I think that sounds like fun." Maybe he could send a picture to Erica as proof of his promise.

"Here." Stiles handed over his phone. "Put your number in here and when you're done in the gift shop, text me."

Derek took Stiles phone and typed in his number.

Stiles bit down on his bottom lip. Sure it wasn't the most conventional way of getting a hot guy's number, but it worked.

Derek handed back Stiles' phone.

"And now you have mine." Stiles said as he sent a text to Derek's number.

Derek's phone chimed as if in agreement. He looked down at the winky face Stiles sent.

"Good luck." Stiles leaned back as he watched Derek disappear down the hall.

Derek reached the small gift shop. There wasn't a single person in sight, but the lights were on. A small self checkout register was on the far right of the store.

"Clever," Derek muttered to himself as he scanned the store. He barely knew Stiles. What could be possibly get him? He had fifteen minutes to pick something. He stared at the key chains and tacky baseball caps. He lifted a snow globe and gave it a gentle shake. Snow swirled around the tiny city inside.

Derek sighed. He wasn't a good gift giver. He never had been. And now he was limited to a New York themed store the size of his apartment.

He continued to scan the aisles until he reached a small mets section. There were key chains with letters engraved on the back. He reached for the 'S' but paused. Maybe he'd get him one to remember him by. Stiles had taken a shitty situation and made it actually a lot of fun. This would be a memory he'd carry with him forever. He grabbed a key chain with the letter 'D' and started for the checkout. It felt cheap getting him a small key chain. Maybe he'd get him something else too. He scanned the nearby wall of coffee mugs. Stiles had mentioned being a huge coffee drinker. It had been one of the truths in their game.

He lifted one and grinned. 'Sarcasm, just another service I offer' it read.

Satisfied with his finds he headed to the self checkout.

"And with five minutes to spare," he said proudly to himself as he checked the time.

He sent Stiles a quick message before heading for the bathroom. He didn't know what to wrap the gifts in so he would be resourceful. Paper towels would have to do.

He set the gifts on a small bench near the door of the bathroom.

"Shit," he huffed when he saw hand dryers in place of paper towel dispensers. He glanced at one of the stalls.

"Sorry Stiles," Derek whispered as he grabbed a brand new roll of toilet paper. The bathroom had been recently stocked it looked like.

"No tape," Derek groaned as he sat down next to the gifts. His intoxicated brain suggested gum before he quickly discarded the idea.

"I can wrap it like I did Cora's arm when she cut it open that one time." He started to wrap the toilet paper awkwardly around the cup.

He was glad for the extra time, because this would take a while.

At twelve-thirty Stiles bounced anxiously with his gift bag to the large Christmas tree the airport had set up. It was decorated in gold and silver ornaments.

"I apologize in advance," Derek said, pulling Stiles' attention from the tree.

"Why?" Stiles frowned. Derek had his arms held behind his back.

"Where'd you get the gift bag?" Derek asked, staring at the 'I love New York' bag in Stiles' hand.

"The gift shop."

Stiles noted the small pink that warmed Derek's ears.

"Why? What did you—" he cut himself off with a bubble of laughter as Derek presented a mummy wrapped gift.

"May I remind you that I have about three mini bottles of alcohol in my system and it's after midnight."

Stiles handed Derek his gift as he took his own toilet papered gift. "Merry Christmas, Derek."

Derek smiled at Stiles. "Merry Christmas."

"Shall we?" Stiles lifted the obvious mug in his hand.

Derek pulled out a navy blue neck pillow as Stiles tore at the toilet paper.

"I was complaining about not having one of these," Derek laughed.

"This is the perfect coffee mug," Stiles grinned down at it.

"Thank you," They both said in unison.

"I actually have one more for you." Stiles bit down on his bottom lip.

"Me too."

Derek pulled another toilet paper wrapped bundle from his pocket as Stiles pulled a tissue paper wrapped bundle from his.

They were similar in size.

The pair tore open their tiny gifts to reveal identical key chains.

Derek and Stiles burst into laughter.

"'S' for Stiles." Derek looked down at his key chain.

"'D' for Derek." Stiles held his up next to Derek's to compare.

"I wanted you to have something to remember me by. I was just a stranger and you turned a shitty situation into…this." Derek shrugged.

"I wanted you to have something as well. A thank you for humoring me and my stupid little games. Not many people would have been so willing." Stiles ran his thumb over the 'D'.

"Honestly, I wouldn't have. But I've had a rough month and I made a promise to someone. I thought I was gonna lose my best friend. I got into a fight with my sister and then I got stuck at an airport on Christmas Eve. I don't know why I let you convince me to do any of this."

Stiles gave a sympathetic smile. "I'm sure the alcohol helped."

Derek frowned down at the gifts in his hands. Stiles had no idea how much this night meant to him. It had been a long time since he'd had this much fun. "Will you take a picture with me?"

Stiles' brows raised in surprise.

"I promised a friend of mine I'd be more adventurous. Figured I'd send her proof."

"If exchanging Christmas gifts with a stranger in an airport is your idea of adventurous, you are in desperate need of fun." Stiles laughed as he stepped up next to Stiles.

"You're not wrong," Derek agreed quietly as he lifted his phone.

Stiles gave a wide grin and Derek couldn't help but give one himself before clicking the picture.

"This friend. She the one that was in the accident?"

Derek nodded as he looked down at the picture. The large glowing Christmas tree behind them hid the fact that they were in an airport. He sent the picture to Erica with a comment that said, keeping my promise.

"It's getting late, we should probably get some sleep before tomorrow. I have a feeling it's going to be a long one." Stiles yawned.

The pair reached their corner when the blond from the desk approached them.

"Your flights are due to depart at six in the morning. Here are your new tickets." She handed Stiles and Derek each a new ticket.

"Thank you." Stiles stared down at the paper. He wanted to be more excited, but that meant he'd be leaving Derek.

Stiles laid out his pillow and offered half to Derek.

"We can share my blanket since you came woefully unprepared."

Derek hesitated for a brief moment before sliding in next to Stiles. He was beyond exhausted and Stiles blanket looked comfortable. "Thank you," He said.

The pair laid back to back under the soft blanket.

Derek thumbed the key chain Stiles had given him. He didn't remember the last time he had this much fun.

'Not since Mom and Dad died.' he could hear Laura say.

It had been a rough year without them. A month before Christmas last year had been the day they died. Derek didn't even bother showing up to Christmas. This year he promised. Until Erica had gotten into the car accident. It was touch and go while in the hospital and Derek flew out immediately. He'd told Laura not to expect him for Christmas, even once Erica was out of the hospital and on the mend. She was the only reason he was in this airport trying to catch a flight out so late on Christmas Eve.

"You have to promise me that you'll be better, Derek," Erica's hand was clasped in his. "It shouldn't have taken a car accident to get you out here to see me."

"I know," Derek agreed.

"It's been over a year."

"I know." He bowed his head.

"Promise me you'll try. Promise me you'll let yourself be happy."

Derek only nodded.

"Promise me you'll take chances. Do fun things. Find adventure."

Derek nodded.

"Promise me, Derek." Erica squeezed his hand.

Derek looked up, finally meeting Erica's eyes. "I promise."

"And promise me you'll spend Christmas with your sisters."

"But—"

"Promise me."

Derek let out a sigh. "I promise."

He had arrived at the airport bitter and tired and now he laid here feeling light and while still tired, it wasn't a bone tired like he'd felt the passed year. He was just sleepy.

He closed his eyes, clutching the key chain in his hand.

The morning light was blinding as it bounced off the snowy ground and through the large windows.

Derek woke with Stiles curled around him. Derek wanted to pull away but it had been a long time since he'd been held like this. It felt nice.

He checked the time to see that their flight would be leaving soon.

He shifted gently, trying to pull from Stiles' without waking him.

"Oh, sorry, dude," Stiles mumbled, pulling away from Derek quickly.

"It's okay," Derek sat up and yawned. He tried not to stare as Stiles stretched, his shirt rising slightly to show his waist.

"All passengers boarding flight 204 will be departing in thirty minutes." The announcer came over the airport speaker.

"That's us." Stiles yawned, pulling himself to his feet.

Derek and Stiles took time to wake up and call their families to update them before boarding the plane together.

It wasn't a short flight. Roughly six hours, but it flew by for Stiles and Derek. They exchanged stories and facts all the way to California.

A quiet fell over them as they made their way through the airport to claim their luggage.

"I really can't thank you enough," Derek said, when he and Stiles had gathered their bags.

"No need. I had a lot of fun too." Stiles bit down on his bottom lip.

Derek stared down at his buzzing phone. "My sisters are here. So I guess this is goodbye."

"Yeah, my dad's outside."

"Right." Derek hesitated.

"You have my number, feel free to use it." Stiles offered shyly.

Derek nodded.

Stiles bit down on his bottom lip before reaching forward and placing a kiss to Stiles' cheek. "Thanks again for humoring me."

"Thank you, I really did have fun."

"Tell Erica that I hope she's better soon."

Derek didn't know if it was possible to fall in love in one night. Before last night he would have said no. But now as he watched Stiles turn away, he was almost certain it was.

"You're awfully quiet, son," Noah Stilinski asked his son as he poured him a cup of coffee.

"Just tired," Stiles lied. He held the mug Derek had given him between his hands as his dad filled it. He wondered if he'd ever see Derek again. Based on what little he knew, Derek was a shy type, not one to make friends.

As if answering his question, Stiles' phone pinged. He opened it to see a picture of him and Derek in front of the Christmas tree.

"Thought you'd want a copy."

Stiles couldn't help the smile that pulled at his lips.

He snapped a picture of his coffee mug full of coffee.

"Already being put to good use."

As the day went on, they continued to send pictures back and forth.

Derek sent a picture of a bottle of gin with a truth and a lie.

Stiles got it right.

Stiles sent a picture of toilet paper with no comment.

Back and forth they sent them, until the sun was well past set.

Finally at midnight Stiles got another picture from Derek.

It was the large tree that sat downtown.

"Meet me at twelve thirty?"

Stiles' heart raced as he sent a confirmation.

Derek stood in front of the tree that sat in downtown Beacon Hills. It was taller than the one in the airport, though it had more color. Instead of gold and silver it was decorated in greens and reds and blues.

"Hey stranger," Stiles said, causing Derek to turn.

Derek pulled in a breath. Stiles looked stunning. His whiskey colored eyes danced in the glow of the tree.

"Hey." Derek swallowed.

"I'll be honest I didn't expect this." Stiles stepped closer to Derek, shoving his hands into his pockets, it wasn't as cold as New York but there was still a chill in the air.

"This isn't something I would normally do." Derek shrugged.

"Your promise I'm guessing?"

Derek frowned. "Actually it was something you said."

Stiles raised a curious brow.

"You were right. Exchanging gifts with a stranger in an airport isn't exactly adventurous. So I was trying to think of things that were."

"Oh?"

"I thought what if I invited the stranger out on a date?" Derek eyed Stiles carefully.

Stiles pursed his lips to hold back a smile. "Is that what this is?"

"I guess that depends on you," Derek had been nauseous before, he'd had food poisoning and the flu, but nothing compared to the rolling in his gut now as he waited for Stiles' answer.

"I think it's a romantic gesture. It mirrors our meeting at the tree in the airport." Stiles smiled, stepping forward. "It's a great first date."

A breathe punched out of Derek's chest.

"Did you think I was going to say no?" Stiles teased, taking another step forward.

"Like I said, this isn't something I typically do."

Stiles reached out and ran a gentle hand down Derek's arm. "You're doing great."

Derek's cheeks turned a shade of scarlet as he cleared his throat.

Stiles dropped his arm with a frown. "What's wrong?"

Derek laughed. "Right. I forgot you can read my body language."

"Habit, sorry."

"No it's okay, I just…" Derek ran a hand along the back of his neck. "I uh…I'm not good at this, but I wanted to give you one more gift."

Stiles grinned. "Oh yeah?" he noted the lack of present on Derek's person.

Derek stepped forward and gently dipped in for a kiss.

His lips met Stiles gently. His hand came up to cup his jaw.

Stiles leaned into the kiss, but it was over just as quickly as it'd started.

"You're so cheesy," Stiles laughed.

Derek's ears were bright pink. "Erica told me I should do it."

"She was right. And I think you should do it again." Stiles leaned in this time, connecting their lips.

This kiss lasted longer, there was more movement, and gentle touches of tongue as the kissed deepened.

When they finally parted, Stiles breathed out a laugh. "That, Derek Hale was very adventurous of you."

Derek grinned, his hands finding Stiles'. He was glad that he had made Erica that promise, and he was glad he kept it.

Consider buying me a coffee, I would really appreciate it!

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insomniactalks · 2 years

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I have about 10 different asks sitting in my inbox regarding the “leaks” for S3, and I finally found some time to address them today. Instead of answering each ask one by one, I’m just gonna address all those concerns/questions in this post. If you are one of the several anons who’s sent me an ask about the “leaks,” and have been patiently waiting for an answer, keep reading! This is the only time I will address the “leaks” b/c I think it’s best to just wait and see what happens at this point. (Typing this up from my laptop, so I apologize for the length of this post...hehe)

To start, I’m so sorry if you’ve been waiting a while for a reply. July has been hectic for me. Thank you for ur patience! A few things before I start: I won’t tag Ricky and Gina’s ship in the main tag b/c I assume they may not want to read my thoughts on the matter (which is totally fair! LOL) I think I’ll start tagging Gicky instead from now on b/c that’s also a combo of their names and so I can keep my own blog organized in some way. Also, my thoughts on the “leaks” are less from a Portwell stan’s point of view and more so from my thoughts as an English major in undergrad and grad school. I will try my best not to insert my own bias here. I’m simply looking at the story that’s being told on the show and the evidence.

Yes, I have seen the “leaks,” both the Twitter thread and the screenshots/“script” from back in April/May. And no, I will not share any of that with anyone b/c I promised the person who was kind enough to share it with me that I wouldn’t do that. That being said, lemme get into it!

Is anyone really surprised S3 would have another semi-formal event given S1′s HoCo episode (1.05) and S2′s quinceñero (2.05)? We all shoulda known S3 would follow that trend, so I’m not surprised by 3.07 apparently being another dance/formal event, “Camp Prom” I believe is the name. What corroborates “Camp Prom” is the actual evidence to back it up. The screenshots for this are actual pics from crew on set while they were filming, which show colorful 70s-themed décor. It’s not just someone’s words that’s taken as truth, there’s legit posts from crew on their Instagrams. All that confirms is that there will be a dance at camp (which seems so fun! Can’t wait to see it.) The only reason the “leaker” was right about that is b/c of the crew’s behind the scenes pics.

The “leaker” claims Ricky and Gina “have a great moment together” in the prom episode and that they “make eye contact across the room” at some point. I can see how one would easily assume this scenario to mean something romantic for Ricky and Gina, but just b/c 2 characters “share a moment” together doesn’t inherently make it a romantic scene. BTW, the “leaker” never claims Gicky “almost kiss” at prom, they only said what’s stated above. There’s a screenshot of part of the alleged script for “Camp Prom” that claims they “almost kiss.” I have several issues with this “script,” starting with the font used. I’ve seen plenty of official scripts from other shows (Riverdale and SPOP in particular) and even from Tim himself. They all have the exact same font and font size (no idea what that font type is called, but all shows/movies in the industry seems to use it. It must be standard practice b/c that font is sorta boxy and spaced out, making it easier for actors to read). Tim’s even shared part of the script for 1.06 before, and the font used is very different from this “script” from 3.07. I’m not claiming Ricky and Gina won’t share a moment in 3.07, I just highly doubt it’s an almost kiss. This “script” goes from Jet and Maddox on stage, to the coat check area where Gina “spills her bag” before her and Ricky allegedly almost kiss. There is no description for what Gina does after her “bag spills.” It just says she and Ricky “almost kiss” immediately after that. That makes no sense. Any person would be fumbling to put stuff back into their bag if everything spills out. This “script” is missing so much context, on top of being the wrong font and font size, that it makes me question it’s legitimacy. Seems pretty fake to me. Also, anyone notice how none of the “leaks” have ever stated anything specifically about Portwell? All these “leaks” seem to be in favor of only one ship (Gicky), yet official releases for S3, such as posters, the trailer, the “It’s On” music vid, etc, have continually presented Portwell as a team. I’m not saying Gina and EJ won’t be dealing with couple drama in S3, of course they will, but I doubt S3 will be the end for them.

One of the anons bring up Channing and Corbin filming Gicky during rehearsals for the musical for the documentary, and EJ possibly seeing that footage as the director. That’s deff a solid theory b/c the show could do that to add more drama. But here’s the problem. If Gina and Ricky are the leads in the musical, they would be playing romantic interests. Just like in S1, EJ will be in the exact same position in S3 where his girlfriend is playing romantic leads with a guy she has/had feelings for. By S1′s finale, EJ accepts Nini’s decision in choosing Ricky and truly lets her go (which is a moment he’s “really proud of” (2.10)). He learns a lesson in S1 about letting someone go and putting their interests before his own. In 1.04-1.06, EJ was still trying to win Nini back and hold on to their relationship, even when she was clearly done. However, thanks to character growth (and a certain someone! *ahem* Gina) EJ does the right thing. What would be the point in having EJ placed in the same situation as S1 again, where his girlfriend and the guy she has a past with are playing romantic leads, and have him go thru that rejection again? With the same other guy (Ricky) no less? There’s no point in EJ learning the same lesson from S1 again cuz he already went thru that. Don’t ya’ll think the writers know this? I think the more likely story that will be told in S3 is EJ having to confront his past insecurities with Nini, and how that affects his present relationship with Gina. The writers may have set up what seems like the same story from S1, but I’m pretty sure there will be a different outcome in S3. Doesn’t make sense to repeat the same lesson of rejection for EJ’s character in S1 in S3. There should be another important lesson to be learned here for EJ, such as someone other than himself actually wanting to “hold onto what they had over the summer” (1.04). Nini couldn’t do that for him unfortunately, due to the feelings she clearly still had for Ricky in S1. EJ was always gonna be a rebound for Nini b/c she was just trying to move on from Ricky over the summer he broke up with her. Gina, on the other hand, waited several months, during which she was actively moving on from her romantic feelings for Ricky, before she even considered being more than friends with EJ.

That doesn’t mean Ricky and Gina shouldn’t have a convo or two in S3 to clear the air b/t them, and work on rebuilding their friendship. This may very well lead to Gicky sharing moments this season, but I’m not convinced they'll be romantic moments. Every time EJ witnessed or suspected s/t going on b/t Ricky and Nini in S1, he was actually right. While he did NOT handle it in the right way, his suspicions were correct (esp in 1.02 w/ Ricky and Nini sharing a moment on stage/voicemail and even in 1.04 where Nini and Ricky almost kiss the same day she broke up with EJ). Having already gone thru that with Nini and Ricky, why would the show make EJ live thru that again with Gina and Ricky? Unless....there’s a different outcome! (That being EJ seeing Gina and Ricky interact and actually having to confront his insecurities this time instead of just being on the defensive. Who’s to say this won’t lead to more honest conversations b/t Portwell? Better yet, EJ and Ricky having the conversation they never really had in S1, where Ricky really overstepped certain boundaries in EJ’s relationship and Ricky comes to terms with that now. What if Ricky acknowledges his wrongs in the past and chooses to want a more genuine friendship/comradery with EJ this time? Just a thought.)

Last thing, S3 is confirmed to be only 8 episodes. The writers spent 8 episodes in S2 having EJ and Gina just flirt with each other. I doubt Portwell will date and break up (and stay broken up) in the same season they just started dating. They even set up the strong possibility for a Portwell love confession someday b/c of the following allusions to love in regard to Gina and EJ: (2.06) EJ would ask his future self if “he could learn to love anyone after Belle,” then takes a seat right next to Gina [visual foreshadowing]; (2.08) Howie singing, “No lesson could teach me how I could have loved her and make her love me too” as EJ takes care of Gina while she sleeps by placing his Duke hoodie over her; and (2.11) Ricky and Ashlyn singing “Something There,” a love song about 2 ppl unexpectedly falling for each other while Gina and EJ send e/o hearteyes thruout the performance (at least 3 times!). When writing a story, like the writers for the show, you include these subtle/indirect hints, like love in relation to Portwell in S2, in order to bring that concept back up again in a more apparent way. I couldn’t help but notice the set up in S2 for a Portwell love confession, but there’s a clear lack of a set up for an EJ/Gina/Ricky love triangle. By S1 finale, we knew Gina still had feelings for Ricky, hence the somewhat awkward moments b/t them in the dressing room after “Stick to the Status Quo” performance and their hallway convo before “Breaking Free,” which was the writers setting up Gina’s storyline for S2. She was obviously still grappling with her feelings for Ricky, hence the S2 promo posters placing Ricky b/t Nini and Gina b/c he was gonna be an important part of both their stories that season. It was a love triangle -adjacent situation. In contrast, S2 does not set up a Gicky/Portwell love triangle by the finale. The writers have already set the foundation for a Portwell love confession and a long-awaited conversation b/t Ricky and Gina to restart their friendship. I am hoping that happens with Ricky realizing how poorly he treated Gina in S2, apologizing for it, and wanting to be good friends again.

Bottom-line, let’s all stop acting like the writers are gonna fuck it all up just for the sake of drama. EJ and Gina’s stories (both individually and together) have been wonderfully written so far (the writers going as far as paralleling PW’s first moment ever in 1.01- with EJ watching Gina from the wings with mutual respect for her as a performer, to their 2.11 moment- with EJ proudly watching Gina from the wings, tenderly admiring the kind of person she is. See here for gifs!) This show even brought in not one but two different guest stars to help further develop Portwell’s relationship in S2. Just sayin’.

I see it this way: Gina and Ricky should be having positive interactions again in S3, esp after S2, and I’m hopeful for their renewed friendship again. And, if EJ and Gina don’t have their love confession this season, that’s deff something to look forward to in S4! Let’s face it, PW love confession is on the horizon, and the writers have set it up that way.

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nobedofroses · 1 year

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December 7

pairing: Marcus Moreno x reader

warnings: 13yo mocking, ice skating, horny for husband!Marcus

words: 1.6k

a/n: this one is a little disjointed probs but cute and fun Marcus and Missy (and Missy’s friend lol)

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Missy had begged you and Marcus for a trip to the city so she and her friend, Rosa, could go ice skating at Rockefeller Center. She approached you each separately, convincing you because you could make a weekend of it and see a show and have a fancy dinner and go shopping. Then the two of you went to Marcus and he was helpless to resist.

That weekend, you arrived at a vacation rental in Manhattan, chosen instead of a hotel so that the two of you could ensure that the girls wouldn’t try to sneak off (they were still young, but you’d rather be over safe than sorry) while maintaining privacy for you and Marcus. Just in case.

The first afternoon was spent settling in and going to a couple pizza places nearby to find the favorite of the group, something Missy and Rosa took very seriously.

In the morning, you went to a deli and a bakery right next to each other so you could have bagels and donuts. Marcus then suggested that if you wanted to do shopping, it should be now so that you could go skating around noon, hopefully when everyone else was having lunch.

A couple hours later, you were back at the vacation rental to layer up and drop off the bags and bags full of things you had bought. With each new purchase, you had seen Marcus wince a little bit more, but you had made a budget and were still well within its confines. And tonight you would get him out of his miserly mood the way only you knew how.

When the four of you got to the skating rink, it turned out you were not the only ones who had the plan to come during lunch. While it was probably less busy than normal, there was still a wait time, but it was relatively easy to stay patient once you all had a cup of steaming hot cocoa.

In half an hour, you were in line to get the girls skates, but when you got to the front, Marcus told them all four of your sizes.

“No honey, I’m not gonna skate, I’ll just watch,” you told him, scrunching your nose.

“C’mon babe, I’ll get them and you can try it and if you hate it we’ll just sit on the side, but we can take it slow, okay?” he asked you with pleading eyes and you were helpless to resist.

“Okay, I’ll try,” you told him and then got out of the way of the line while he grabbed your two sets of skates and the girls grabbed theirs.

Once you had all put on the skates and dropped your shoes off at the little locker Marcus had gotten the key for, you headed to the ice. Missy and Rosa, of course, were far ahead and skating before you had even wobbled over to the entrance. Then Marcus started picking up speed, moving from your side where you had been counting on him to catch you if you fell.

“Wait up, Marcus! I’m not sure I can make it to the ice!” you called after him pleadingly.

He just told you over his shoulder, “Just a second, sweetie, I’m just picking something up for when we’re on the ice.”

You had absolutely no idea what he was talking about and were getting grumpy that he had left you behind. Especially when you got to the entrance and were going to either stand there and wait like an idiot or try and get on the ice on your own. And while the first was embarrassing, it would be a lot less dangerous. So you stood there, impatient and stubborn, waiting for Marcus to deign come back to you and help.

But before you could get too too annoyed, he skated up from the ice, very unexpectedly, toting something that made your stomach drop out when you realized what it was.

“Marcus, I am not going to use the penguin,” you downright whined, feeling heat come to your cheeks and you ducked your head, not wanting to attract any attention to yourself.

“Sweetheart, come here, please. I promise you don’t have to use the penguin,” Marcus entreated you, holding a hand out to help you over the threshold. Only because you trusted him to take care of you did you take it and let him.

You stumbled, but when Marcus moved his hand to your waist and you held his upper arm, you were able to stand straight. Taking a quick breath, you smiled up at Marcus, proud at the little achievement of actually being on the ice. But when you took a step forward, which meant Marcus had to take a step back, he’s the one that stumbled.

Marcus let go of you immediately so that if he fell he didn’t take you down with him. He only managed to keep his balance when he grabbed onto the penguin with both hands.

“As you can see, I am also not very good at ice skating. The penguin is for me,” he told you, panting a little from the exertion it took not to fall.

You smiled because he was ridiculously cute slightly embarrassed, but then asked, “If you’re using the penguin, how the hell am I going to make it around the rink?”

Marcus blushed a little and slowly turned so he was three quarters of the way facing away from you, “I was thinking I could be your penguin.”

How absolutely adorable he was distracted you for a second as you thought about how you were totally going to rail him tonight. But then you remembered where you were and made a happy sound, rushing forward. However, you forgot you were on ice, and accidentally moved too fast, crashing into Marcus back and sending the two of you sliding forward, nearly out of control.

The penguin, of course, was your savior, keeping the two of you on your feet and letting you coast to an only slightly shaky stop. The two of you stayed frozen for a few seconds, not wanting to jinx anything and fall. Especially because you were now fully away from the wall surrounding the edge.

In a sudden flurry of movement, you were circled by flashes of pink and blue. When they stopped moving at what seemed like the speed of light, they were Missy and Rosa, respectively.

They were laughing before they were even standing still. Likely, they had been laughing for a while.

“You two are so lame,” Missy half-complained, half-laughed. “Those things are for babies.”

“No, they’re cute, total couple goals!” Rosa giggled and you had to chuckle too, remembering what it was like to be a 13 year old girl.

“Ew, Rosa, they’re old,” Missy told her and Rosa shrugged. So Missy switched topics, “How are you guys gonna skate if you’re too scared to move?”

“I don’t know, mija, are you gonna push us?” Marcus asked, a little sassy because he already knew the issue at hand.

Missy shrugged, “Rosa, you push, I’ll pull.”

Before either you or Marcus could process what Missy said, the two girls had moved to either end and started moving you. Rosa put her hands on the middle of your back and started skating, so you braced yourself better against Marcus so her force would push him too. Missy went in front of the penguin and grabbed onto one of the handles on top of its head.

You were very impressed that the two of them were strong enough to get all four of you moving, but then Rosa nudged your back to get your attention, “Hey, you gotta skate too, we can’t do all the work.”

Feeling thoroughly chastised by a teenager, you started moving your feet, trying to mimic the girls’ movements. Marcus must have gotten a similar treatment from Missy, because he was skating now too.

The girls took you just under halfway around the rink and then let you go, cutting across the rink back to the entrance and the hot chocolate after saying that they needed a break after lugging you two around.

Once they were gone, you and Marcus moved at a much slower pace. But it was still nice, with your hands on Marcus’ waist, warm and strong. Soon enough, you were less using him for balance and more just wrapping your arms around him. You kept things PG, but were getting to feel like maybe you should head out soon and “take a nap.”

The two of you were just reaching the entrance when the girls got back on the rink, and they agreed to fifteen more minutes of skating and then you would leave. They were easy to convince with the promise of pizza.

You and Marcus stumbled back outside of the rink and to the benches to take off the skates. As you did, you whispered to Marcus about your plan.

“We should get them lots of pizza and soda so that they have a sugar and carb crash and fall asleep watching whatever movie they choose and then while they do that, we can have sex, what do you think?”

“I think that’s a perfect plan, sweetheart, with maybe one tiny problem. Mmm, two tiny problems,” Marcus told you and you frowned.

“Do tell.”

“One, we might be too sore to have sex by then.”

“Hmph.”

“And two, what’s gonna keep us from falling asleep after we eat pizza?”

“Damn, those are problems,” you fell silent as you wracked your brain for solutions. Then your face lit up, “I’ve got it.”

“Yeah?” “Yeah. We take a hot shower so we don’t get sore, and we have sex before we eat and then we can nap all we want!”

Marcus grinned, you were so cute and hot when you had good ideas, “Honey, you are a genius.”

He leaned in for a kiss and you let him. It lasted longer than it probably should have in public, but by the time Missy and Rosa found you, you were totally PDA free and proper. Anything to avoid more mocking from 13 year olds.

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#marcus moreno #marcus moreno x reader #fluff #fic #nobedofroses #snowy fics 22 #stephsdecemberwritingchallenge

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whatstruthgottodowithit · 2 years

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Trick or Treat

Fandom: RPF, American Actor, Bohemian Rhapsody Cast

Pairing: Joe Mazzello x Female Reader

Characters: Joe Mazzello, Female Reader, Original Child Character

Word Count: 823 // Rating: Gen

Summary: It's time for trick-or-treating but reader's been benched

Tags/ Warnings: Fluff, Established Relationship, Pregnant Reader, Parents, Kids, Babies, Couples Costumes, Family Costumes, Disney Halloween Costumes, Request, Requested Fic

Notes: finally worked through my requests. from now i'll be doing my challenge. requests closed.

REQUEST

@borhapgirlforlife19 - Can I request a fluffy Joe Mazzello x fem. reader long oneshot where they take their daughter trick-or-treating for the first time?

Ding dong

‘Just a second!’ Y/N called as she hurriedly tried to get off the couch. She was struggling though as the comfy cushions had sucked her in making it near impossible to get out of them. It also didn’t help that she had a baby bump the size of a watermelon slowing her down. It was Halloween night and though she could hear the merriment of the children in the street she hadn’t been able to participate and instead was stuck inside handing out candy to those that came by.

She had been all ready to go. Her candy had been decanted into a bowl she was going to leave on the porch. Her costume was selected and matched her husband and little girls so well. But she hadn’t foreseen the snag in her plan. She knew it was going to be hard work waddling around the neighbourhood. But as they had all donned their costumes she had felt a familiar flutter in her belly. Her first contraction.

‘But your due date’s not for another week!’ Joe said as he paced their living room wearing half of his Sully costume. She was dressed as Mike Wazowski, the eye on her bump.

‘Yes Joe I know,’ she said, ‘but babies do come early remember.’

‘But we’re not ready,’ he said in a strangled voice. He was panicking.

She didn’t know why. They were ready for their son’s imminent birth and they had done it all before so it wasnt like they didn't know what they should be doing.

‘We’re all packed up and ready to go. My mom will come as soon as we ask her to. It’s all in hand,’ she said.

‘But,’ he said looking up at her like a heartbroken kid, ‘trick-or-treating. We promised.’

Y/N sighed. As the pair of them fell quiet she could hear giggling from upstairs. She could picture her daughter sitting in her room playing, wearing the Boo costume she had been wearing all day and refusing to take off.

‘You can take her,’ Y/N said.

‘But you wanted to come,’ he said coming towards her, resting his hands on her bump.

‘I know. But I ain’t gonna be able to trudge around this neighbourhood like this,’ she said as he leaned in and pressed a kiss on her forehead, ‘you two should go. She’s been excited for this all day.’

‘And you’ll call if you need me right?’ he said looking down into her eyes.

‘You’re on speed dial,’ she chuckled.

Once out of the couch’s grasp she waddled towards the door grabbing the bowl of candy off the sideboard. She hoped whoever was outside would be patient enough to wait given her incapacitation. She wrenched the door open and found a couple in front of her.

‘Trick or treat!’ they both said with glee. Y/N smiled. Standing in front of her was a very familiar duo. Sully and Boo.

‘Well, well, well, what do we have here,’ she said feigning ignorance.

‘I’m boo!’ her daughter giggled poking her head out from under her hood.

‘I can see that,’ she said, ‘and a very good boo you make!’

‘Boo wants candy!’ she said holding her very full pillowcase out in front of her. Y/N chuckled and dropped a handful of candy into her sack ignoring the sign she had written and placed in the bowl asking people to ‘just take one’.

‘Thank you!’ her daughter giggled rushing inside and sitting in the hall. She dumped her candy out onto the floor ignoring her parents as her fingers raked through it trying to decide what she was going to eat first.

‘And what are you?’ she said looking a Joe.

‘He’s Sully!’ her daughter explained her mouth already full of a chocolate bar.

‘Oh yeah?’ Y/N said.

‘It’s my wife’s favourite Disney film,’ Joe said with a smirk.

‘And you did this to make her happy?’ she asked, ‘she must be a lucky girl.’

‘Oh she is. She’s even got me doing the trick-or-treating solo,’ he chuckled.

‘Any excuse to sit in and do nothing huh?’ Y/N chuckled.

‘I don’t know,’ Joe said coming towards her and wrapping his arms around her, ‘as excuses go she’s got a pretty good one.’

‘Maybe it’s all a ruse,’ Y/N said though her smile was cut short as another contraction hit. They’d been coming quicker and quicker since they had been out. And this one was a doozy. Joe held her as she breathed through the pain.

‘You okay?’ he asked with a wince.

‘That was a big one,’ she panted.

‘I think it’s time to call your mom to babysit,’ Joe said.

‘Yeah, I think so,’ she said pulling back, ‘but I wanna do something first.’

‘What?’ he asked.

‘See your haul,’ she said and with that, she yanked his bag out of his hand to peruse his candy collection.

#my writing #joe mazzello #joe mazzello fic #joe mazzello x you #joe mazzello x reader #bohemian rhapsody fic #fluff #requests #trick or treat

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slightlyaboveaverageiq · 7 months

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Connor and the Brat {Part 3}

A/N: I would just like to say the CSA story is mine, what I went through as a child so it’s not like my brain just thought up this terrible thing to happen to Brat. TW: None for this chapter that I can think of

Connor had kept his promise, he had gone back to see Brat during visiting hours on his off days, and in his breaks when he had to work. He often brought her snacks to supplement the meals she had and was happy to see she was gaining weight and he started participating in group most days. She still had days where she didn’t want to be around anyone but her overall participation was at 80% and Dr. Charles was quite happy with the progress she has made with the help of Connor. In fact Dr. Charles had told Connor that as long as she continued on this path they would be aloe to look into getting her into an IOP program within 3-4 weeks.

“Are you considering jumping ship?” Connor had been so lost in his thoughts about Brat that he hadn’t even noticed Ava sitting in the seat next to him.

“What do you mean by that?” Connor hadn’t applied for a fellowship anywhere else, trauma and cardiothoracic surgery were more than enough to keep him on his toes. Knowing Ava thought she was going to try and bait him into biting off more than he could chew so she could establish herself as the superior surgeon. She just shrugged and opened the patient portal on the computer in front of her.

“It just seems that you’re spending quite a bit of time on the psych floor, and that you’re quite popular up there. Well popular with one patient really. Olivia thinks you might have a little crush on her.” There it was Ava couldn’t just ever have a normal conversation there was always something in it for her. This time the something being getting under Connors skin by talking about Brat.

“Olivia doesn’t have two brain cells to rub together so of course she would say th. I thought you better than to listen to the gossip of 22 year old nurses Ava.” She smirked at him and stood grabbing her lab coat.

“I ship it, girls got guts and you need to hear someone tell you no every now and then.” She walked off to a trauma room leaving Connor alone with his thoughts, his timer went off letting him know they would be serving Brat lunch soon and he was sure she would be looking for him. He took the elevator up to the psych ward and only had to look for about 30 seconds before he spotted her sitting with Sarah and playing what looked to be monopoly.

“Connor! Dr. Reese is cheating!” He laughed and took his jacket off before sitting in between the two girls and looking at all of Sarah’s properties with hotels and Brat with her measles one light blue property.

“I think she’s got you beat Brat, might as well go ahead and admit defeat.” She stuck her tongue out at him and reached for the dice. Ah so she wasn’t about to lose the game without a fight, good for her.

“I’M GONNA WIN.” Sarah laughed and stood up going to get Brats tray from the lunch cart leaving just the two of us alone. “Remember when you told me to ignore Olivia and Ellis?” Brat had started whispering and fidgeting with the playing pieces so Connor pretended to find the board extremely interesting picking up on the fact she probably didn’t want people to know they were having this conversation.

“What did they do now?” She bit her lip and looked unsure as if she wanted to tell him. He dipped a finger under her chin to have her look at him and then quickly dropped his hand once he realized what he had done. “You can tell me.”

“It started off harmless at first, forgetting my breakfast tray and then writing in my paperwork that I didn’t eat so I would have to be here longer. They conveniently forgot to call me for hygiene and group a couple of times. But last night when I was taking my shower I noticed my clothes were gone and they said that they ‘forgot’ that i was only supposed to be wearing paper scrubs and so I asked for some and they said we were out and I would have to wait so I sat in the shower room waiting on scrubs until like 11:30. Then they just keep making really mean comments, they keep saying I have a crush on you, that I’m going to get you fired by asking you to come up here. I tried telling them that Dr. Charles and Dr. Reese both know and said it was fine but they’re still being mean.” She had started to cry and was now hiding her face in her hair. Perhaps there was some truth to what Ava had heard.

“I’ll take care of it okay? They’re not going to keep bothering you.” Her green eyes wide need and she started shaking her head.

“Please don’t, it’ll just make the rumors so much worse if they know I said something.” He gave her knee a reassuring squeeze before standing and brushing his pants off.

“Ellis already ran her mouth to Dr. Bekker so I can just tell Ms. Goodwin and Dr. Charles that’s where I heard it from okay?” He turned and almost ran smack dab into Sarah on his way out.

“Connor? Where are you rushing off to, don’t you normally eat lunch with Ms. Scott?”

“Two of your nurses have been bullying Brat and starting rumors and just neglecting her so I’m going to talk to Ms. Goodwin.” He saw a small smirk make its way to Sarah’s face.

“About time someone put Olivia and Ellis in their place.”

#connor rhodes x reader #connor and the brat #connor rhodes #one chicago #chicago med #ava bekker #sarah reese

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marvelwitchergilmore · 2 years

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Love In The Bureau 6/?

They hadn’t seen one another in 8 years until her boss decided to leave, leaving the position of Team Leader up for grabs. Kate wasn’t the happiest when she found out who it was, but maybe something can change this time round...

Enemies to friends to lovers. CM level violence. AU!

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Except one...

Dean had finally got home for the first time in the last three days and could finally sit down. The Kate situation was still bugging him but it would have to wait a few more hours. Or so he thought.

As he finally sat down on his sofa, switching the TV on before switching it back off again a few moments later realising he didn't want the noise, his phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Hello, is this Dean Winchester I'm speaking to?"

Dean was confused. "Uh, yeah. Yes. Speaking."

"Hi, this is Rosa. I'm a nurse at City Memorial. You've been listed as the emergency contact for one Kate Carter?"

Dean sat up. "Is everything okay? Is - Is she okay? What's happened?"

"Everything is okay. Kate has a successful surgery-"

"Surgery?"

"We can explain more once you get to the hospital. Would you-"

"I'll be there in 20 minutes."

Dean was there in 10. He may have to pay for a speeding ticket, but he couldn't care less.

He rushed inside asking for Nurse Rosa Jones. Three different receptionists directed him to different floors until finally he found her.

"Dean Winchester?"

Dean nodded.

"Well, Kate has just come out of surgery. She's completely fine. We'll have to keep her in overnight but other than that, she'll be free to go. I am under the impression she's more...advanced? than most humans."

"Yes, and I'd appreciate if-"

"I'd keep it to myself. It's okay, I already know."

"Can - Can I see her?"

Rosa nodded, patting him on the arm. "Room 302. Just down the hall and to your left."

"Thank you."

By the time Dean made it outside of her room, he found Kate lay in the hospital bed on a drip, a bandage to her shoulder, her hair down but settled. And her eyes were heavy.

"I'm your emergecny contact?"

Kate groaned. "Don't flatter yourself. They do it with everyone in the Bureau. You're my Team Leader. You're listed first."

Kate tried to sit up but Dean quickly rushed beside her, placing a hand on her uninjured shoulder, holding her still whilst he held up some pillows and helped her get comfortable.

"What happened?"

"Oh, just some guy."

"He shot you. I wouldn't call that just some guy."

"What else am I meant to say, Dean? He shot me in the shoulder after shooting me in the leg."

"He shot you in the leg?!"

Kate rolled her eyes. "Would you keep your voice down. Yes, but I'm fine."

"Who?"

Kate didn't answer, pretending to think.

"Kate, I know you. You know who it was."

"Look, just...promise me you won't get mad."

"Why?"

Dean was really worried now.

"Just...promise me?"

Dean nodded, although reluctantly.

"A guy at the bank."

"At the bank-!"

Kate placed her hand up. "Ah, you promised."

"I- I -"

"Dean. Please."

So Dean did the only thing he could think of. He remained silent.

"I didn't know until I collapsed outside my apartment building. Ruth - my landlord. She found me close to unconciousness-"

"You mean death?"

"Unconciousness." Kate clarifed. "But, I'm okay now."

"Kate-"

"Please don't. Don't say anything." Kate begged. "Just...can you stay here tonight? And don't blow up your ego just yet, Winchester. Rosa's granddaughter graduated today and if she'd got to stay here with me just to watch me sleep then she's gonna miss the party."

Dean smiled. "Sure. I'll stay."

It didn't take too long until Kate fell asleep. The drugs hit her harder than she thought. She was sleeping like the dead when Rosa came in to check for the third time if she was okay to go home.

Her shift had finished half an hour ago so all she would have been doing is watching a patient sleep before having to call an on-call nurse or doctor in if anything changed.

"You make a lovely couple by the way."

"Oh, we're not- Kate and I -"

Rosa stepped forward towards Dean placing a gentle hand on his arm. "If there is anything I know about love and life - it doesn't come as often as you think. Especially with a connection like you two. With the way this world is...you deserve to be happy. Both of you. I also know when someone is in love and pining for somebody else, so...tell her. Tell her before it's too late."

Dean gave a small nod. "Thanks, Rosa."

"Goodnight, Agent."

Rosa left after that leaving Dean to sit back beside Kate before he fell asleep on the couch in the corner of the room.

By the time morning came around, Rosa came back in telling Kate and Dean all about her grandaughter's graduation and the party afterwards before discharging her.

"Oh, crap."

"What?" Dean asked, picking up Kate's overnight bag.

"My jacket. I must have left it outside my- What are you doing?"

Dean didn't say anything, just took off his own jacket and placed it over Kate's shoulders securely.

"Don't want you dying of hypothermia." Dean half joked.

Kate smiled. "Thanks."

She slipped her arms through the holes. It was a little big on her, but it was warm. And smelt of him. And oddly, it calmed her.

"Ready to go?"

Kate nodded.

Dean carried her bags to the car, drove her home and took her bags inside.

"What are you doing?"

"You've been shot. You're also meant to be resting. Both you and I know you're gonna try and come into work tomorrow thinking you're okay, so I'm making sure you rest."

"But-"

"Hey, it's either me or I call JJ."

Kate frowned. He won.

"Fine. You win."

Dean smiled. "Great. Now, take these."

Rosa had provided a prescription of painkillers for Kate to take every six hours.

"Thanks." Kate replied as Dean then moved from the living room to the kitchen.

It was odd to see Dean in a domestic setting. He cooked them both breakfast and dinner that day. Neither of them talking about what they should have talked about a long time ago.

Dean had already called the Director telling them what was what when it came to Kate. Clearly, she hadn't felt the bullet go through her skin - although, she did share the same genes as Captain America, so that wasn't as much of a surprise as it would have been.

The Director agreed with Dean - someone should take care of her. Ideally, it would be someone who wasn't Dean but, it was either JJ - all three of them knew that Kate didn't want JJ.

Not that JJ would be bad, it would just be more of...having two Peggy Carter's take care of you. Kate could just about take the one when it came to her being ill.

Kate never liked being taken care of when she was ill. That's what usually happened when you had two people who were stubborn as anything produce a child. 100% stubborn when the part that makes her human is shut down for a few days.

And Kate was refusing to call her parents or any family for that matter. She'd tell them once she's healed - or in about five years. Whichever came second.

So, it was left to Dean.

He was due holiday days anyway. And with his luck, if he left the country they'd have some copy-cat raging psycho on the loose after his team.

So, maybe it was better to stay in the country.

"I'm not letting you use your holiday days to look after me."

Dean gave a small chuckle as he flipped the burgers. "Aww, it's cute you think you have a say in that."

Kate was shocked but narrowed her eyes at him. He quoted her back to herself. But Dean just gave her a smile before assembeling their burgers.

"Thanks." Kate said as Dean handed her the plate. However, as she sat across from him, she could see him looking around, taking in everything that was in her apartment.

"What?"

"Nothing."

"No. Come on, what? What is it?" Kate asked.

"Just...never thought your place looked like this."

Kate looked around before looking back to Dean. "What did you think it would look like?"

"Eight years ago? Grey and brown? Maybe a couple of books. Bascially what it would look like in any Uni dorm for a student who has no social life."

"Well, it was light blue and cream. I had a lot of books. Mostly work books. And I had a smaller kitchen and a bedroom even smaller."

"And, let me guess, a Captain America poster above your bed?"

Kate laughed, mockingly. "Ha ha. Very funny."

"Come on, he's your dad, isn't he? Didn't you have a poster of him?"

"The Howling Commandos, actually. And of Nat."

"Natasha Romanoff?"

"No. Natasha Jones from two houses down. Of course Natasha Romanoff."

"You looked up to her?"

Kate picked at her fries. "From my parents? Yeah. And I wasn't kidding when I said she tried to teach me ballet. God, she nearly fainted from how bad I was. No co-ordination at all."

"How old was you?"

Kate thought for a second. "Six? Seven? I got bored one day. Sick of school and I found her in the gym. I wasn't exactly the most coordianted kid, so, when I saw her practicing, I asked her if she could teach me. She was hesitant at first but I begged and begged and begged and she gave in. You know, I nearly broke my leg doing it?"

"Seriously."

"I'm not kidding." Kate assured him. "I was practicing on my own, waiting for her. Went on my toes, fell...and kept falling. Thankfully there was a crash mat but, if there hadn't been, that would have been my first broken bone."

Dean finished his burger, wiping his mouth before pointing to his leg. "Six years ago. Broken in two places."

"How?"

"Field opp. Hand to hand combat. Fell through the floorboards below after making the arrest."

Kate tried to surpress her laughter but struggled.

Dean shook his head. "No, it's okay. Believe me, once I got to the hospital the nurses thought I'd lost it. I just kept laughing."

As the hours passed, the pair found their way to the sofa, sat in front of the TV watching some random channel. But neither were paying attention to it. They just kept talking.

As much as they talked when getting coffee or getting dinner after work, but it was usually about a case. Now, they were actually Talking.

"What about you? Your folks, what do they do?"

Dean went quiet for a moment. "Come on, it took me nearly 9 years to find out you had a brother. And you and the entire world know my family, so, tell me, please?"

Dean smiled, looking up to her. "Fine."

"Yay."

"My mom worked in the PI business for a while until she had kids. Then she stayed home. I was two when she had Sam, so her hands were pretty full."

"And your dad?"

"He was a hard-ass." Dean answered truthfully. "He was in the Navy before he met my mom."

Kate could tell he didn't really want to talk about his dad, so she changed the subject. A little.

"How'd they meet?"

"Movie theatre. She knocked him down on his ass, he invited her to dinner and they talked about Led Zeplin. After that...they were together...for as long as they could be, anyway."

"What happened?"

"Six months after Sammy was born...she died. House fire. I carried him out, too."

"Wait, you carried-"

Dean nodded.

"What about your dad?"

"He ran back inside for mom." Dean told her. "But it was too late. I guess that was when he changed."

"Changed?"

"As much as he was a hard-ass, it...I don't know. It got worse. Mom was the light of his life. He loved her and he - he couldn't accept her death I guess. Always went on that someone had been in the room that night. That they'd been the ones to set fire to the place. So, he went on a man-hunt for them. I looked after Sammy and...we grew up."

Kate didn't really know what to say. Dean had lost his mother and had to become one when he was only four. And from the way he talked about his dad, he had to be Sam's father, too.

"You're a good man, Dean."

"I thought I was a son-of-a-bitch bastard?" Dean joked.

"That's only when I'm a pain in the ass." Kate replied.

And it happened again.

Eyes locked. A moment of...something deeper. Than both of them.

"Why'd you run?"

"What?"

"That night, after we kissed." Dean explained. "You ran. Why did you run?"

It wasn't like she could run now. She'd been shot in the leg, so it would be painful and difficult.

"I -- I don't know."

"Was it really that bad?"

Kate shook her head. "No. No. It was...it was perfect. I just -- I don't know why I ran."

"Look, if you want me to forget it. I will. All you have to do is say the word and it's done. But if I'm honest, I don't want to. Something happened that night and I think you felt it, too. But, like I said, if you want me to forget it, I will. I can walk away now and call someone else and we can go back to how they were before-"

However, Dean was cut off from his ramblings by Kate as she placed her hand on his cheek, forcing him to look at her before she kissed him.

He was a little taken aback but kissed back, his hands going to her waist, pulling her in closer.

"I felt it, too." Kate told him, their eyes closed, heads pressed gently against the others. "And I don't want to forget it."

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