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lesbehonestsstuff · 2 months ago

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Catholic guilt - part 6

Casey Novak has always been the good catholic girl. Always perfect, always trying to meet high expectations. But she doesn't understand why she feels no interested in the boys who flirted with her, why her eyes instead linger on other girls.

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Chapter 6/7

I was rushing with deadlines but I finally got time to write so here you go

The day had gone by and Casey had barely moved. She lay there barely able to breathe. The motion felt too hard, the pressure hurting her ribs. She was staring up at the ceiling, the tears that were falling catching on the soft brown fur of the bear. The room felt smaller, suffocating, the walls closing in on her. Her father’s words echoed in her head, “I’ll make you normal if it kills me.”

She wasnt broken, she wasnt something he could fix. Her entire life she had been living under their pressure and she couldn’t do it anymore. She couldn’t let them send her away. She couldn’t lose Alex.

The thought of being torn from the only person who truly loved all of her, who understood her—it send another rush of tears down her face. She couldn’t stay, her father would make sure she was gone by tomorrow. They would force her into that camp, try to erase everything she was, make her forget the love she had for Alex.

She couldn’t let that happen.

Her heart pounded in her chest as she sat up, wiping the tears from her eyes. She knew what she had to do. She couldn’t stay here, not with them. Not after she knew what they’d do.

Quietly, Casey got up and grabbed her backpack from the floor. She moved quickly, her hands shaking as she stuffed it with the most important things she could find—some clothes, her favorite sweater, the one she had stolen from Alex months ago, her favorite book filled with images and a photo from the Photo Booth she and Alex had taken, all of it hiding in its pages.

She opened the door to her room and heard them downstairs, dishes clinging and her fathers voice rough and loud as it always was. She took the chance to run to their room, to the box of documents her mother kept under their bed and quickly grabbed what was hers. Everything else she left behind. There wasn’t time. She needed to get out.

Wiping her the rest of her tears with the back of her hand, Casey shoved everything in her bag and crossed the room to the window. She stopped for a second looking back at all the memories, all the things she was leaving behind. It made her ache to know that her life would never be the same, that her parents were so hateful they had pushed her to this point. If she stayed she would be gone, so she would go before they could take her.

Grabbing the bear Alex had won for her and stuffing it at the top of her backpack she went to her window. The latch clicked softly as she unlocked it, the cool night air rushing in as she pushed the glass up. She hesitated for a moment when she heard footsteps coming up the stairs, glancing back toward the door. If he heard her, if he caught her leaving, she didn’t know what he’d do. But she wasn’t waiting around to find out.

With a deep breath, Casey climbed out onto the roof, it had gotten dark and she used it to her advantage, her movements quick and careful. She’d done this a dozen times before to sneak out, but tonight it felt different. Tonight she wasn’t sneaking away, she was escaping.

The gravel crunched under her feet as she dropped down onto the driveway below. Without looking back, she ran. The wind whipped through her hair, and the cool night air stung her cheeks, but she didn’t slow down. Her heart pounded in her chest, her pulse racing as she made her way to Alex’s house, each step fueled by desperation and fear.

By the time she reached Alex’s house, her lungs were burning, and her legs felt like lead. She scrambled around to the side, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She could see Alex inside asleep on the couch, the tv illuminating her features. She tapped on the window trying to get her attention.

She could see Alex slowly wake up, looking around confused until their eyes locked together Alex’s came closer rushing to the window, her brows furrowed in confusion at first, but the second she saw Casey’s tear-streaked face, the confusion melted into concern.

Alex pushed the window open, leaning out. “Casey?” Her voice was soft, but Casey could hear the worry. “What’s wrong?”

“Let me in,” Casey choked out, her voice shaking, desperate with sobs that wanted to crawl out her throat. “Please.”

Without hesitation, Alex disappeared for a second, and Casey heard the sound of her unlocking the back door. She rushed to meet her, and as soon as Alex opened the door, Casey crashed into her arms, sobbing uncontrollably.

Alex’s arms tightened around her immediately, holding her close. “Hey, hey, it’s okay,” Alex murmured, her voice gentle, though panic was creeping into her tone. “I’ve got you. I’ve got you, Case. What happened?”

Casey couldn’t speak. She just clung to Alex, her fingers digging into her shirt as if letting go would make everything worse. Her body shook with sobs, her face buried against Alex’s neck.

Alex guided her inside, shutting the door softly behind them and leading Casey upstairs to her bed. They sat down, and Alex kept her arms around Casey, rubbing slow circles on her back. “You’re safe here. It’s okay.”

Alex felt helpless, she held tightly to Casey, waiting as sob after sob came out of her. She had never seen her so distressed and not knowing what had caused it had her so worried she felt like she was going mad. Casey was barely breathing between her cries, the desperation in them making Alex’s eye glaze over.

It took what felt like forever, but eventually, Casey’s sobs subsided enough for her to speak. Her words came out in ragged gasps, choked and broken, as she tried to explain what had happened. “My dad…he knows…they both do. He—he called me a pervert. He said—he said I was disgusting. That I’m.. that I’m—”

Alex’s felt her breath knocked out of her at the words, her grip tightening protectively around Casey. She pulled back just enough to look at her, brushing the hair out of her face, her blue eyes full of worry and love. “Casey… they’re wrong,” she whispered, her voice filled with so much conviction that Casey almost believed it. “They’re wrong. You’re not. You’re perfect, just as you are.”

Casey just shook her head, a hollow look in her eyes. She hugged her arms tightly around herself, a faint wince escaping her lips as her hand brushed against a tender spot on her arm.

Alex’s brows furrowed, and her gaze dropped to Casey’s arm. She reached out, gently lifting Casey’s sleeve to reveal a darkening bruise wrapping around her arm, the clear mark of a handprint. Her breath caught, her eyes wide with shock. “Casey… who did this to you?”

Casey swallowed hard, her gaze shifting away. “My dad,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Alex’s hands were gentle, but her voice was filled with barely controlled anger. “Is… is there more?”

Without a word, Casey lifted her shirt slightly, showing Alex the darkening bruise that was starting to form on her ribs. Alex’s face went pale, her jaw tightening as she took it in, her hands shaking as she looked at Casey, barely holding back her tears. She didn’t say anything for a moment, just stared at the bruises, her mind racing. Finally, she took a shaky breath and gently lowered Casey’s shirt.

“Stay right here,” she whispered, her voice tight. She left the room briefly, returning with a small ice pack. She knelt beside Casey, her fingers gentle as she traced them on Caseys side, her touch so careful it made Casey’s chest ache. “This will help a little,” Alex murmured, pressing the ice pack to Casey’s ribs, her hand lingering to hold it in place.

Casey winced at the cold but Alex kept the pack still, she then pulled out a small camera her expression sad, a camera Alex had that Casey knew was filled with their happy moments. “Case, I’m going to take pictures of these, okay?” Her voice was steady, but her eyes were filled with a fury Casey had never seen. “Just in case. In case we ever… in case you need to show someone.”

Casey nodded numbly, letting Alex take the photos. She hated the idea, hated that this moment was now something to remember. Hated that it was now going to be tainted. But as she watched Alex, the determination in her girlfriend’s eyes made her feel safer. She knew Alex would protect her. She trusted her.

With the bruises documented, Alex sat back down beside Casey, her hand resting on her knee. “What happened after that?” she asked softly, her voice gentle but urgent.

Casey shook her head another sniffling “My dad… he… he said they’re sending me to a camp. Tomorrow. He’s taking me tomorrow morning, Lexie—”

Alex’s arms brought her back in, pulling her as close as she could. She felt nauseous at the thought. She had heard, had been threatened by her parents at some point, but the thought of Caseys parents actually following through and sending their daughter to one of those places made Alex feel like she was going to be sick. “No, they can’t… they can’t do that. Casey, we won’t let them. We won’t let them take you.”

“I don’t know what to do,” Casey cried, her voice breaking. “I can’t go back home. I can’t. But if I stay, they’ll find me—”

“We’re not staying,” Alex said firmly, her voice strong despite the fear in her eyes. The decision quickly made. “We’re leaving. Tonight. You and me.”

Casey pulled back, her eyes wide with fear. “No, you can’t… you can’t just leave because of me. I don’t want you to throw everything away.”

“I’m not throwing anything away,” Alex said, her voice soft. She cupped Casey’s face gently, wiping away her tears with her thumbs. “I don’t care about any of it if I don’t have you. I’m not letting them take you away.”

“But… your parents—”

“They don’t care about me,” Alex said quickly, pain glazing over that was gone as fast as it came. “They stopped caring years ago. But there’s someone who does. My uncle, Bill. He’s like us, Casey. He understands what we’re feeling. He lives upstate, in New York. He’ll take us in. We can be safe there.”

Casey’s breath caught in her throat. She didn’t know what to say, didn’t know how to process any of it. Everything was too much. They had been happy the day before, everything had been perfect and now it was all falling apart.

She knew Alex meant it. They were going to run away—leave everything behind, leave the people that hurt them, the awful town they had never felt welcome in. They didn’t have a choice. If they stayed, Casey’s parents would destroy them.

Alex was right. They couldn’t, they had to go.

“Okay,” Casey whispered, her voice shaky. “Okay, let’s go.”

Alex gave her a kiss, a soft kiss that sent a wave of warmth through Casey. They rested their foreheads together as the last of Casey’s tears fell. “Okay” Alex whispered giving her another peck and pulling away.

Alex packed in silence, the weight of what they were doing sinking in with every item she shoved into her bag. Casey had taken only what she needed—the things she couldn’t live without—and left everything else behind. It didn’t matter anymore. She sat there, the ice offering her some relief as she wondered how she had managed to find herself so lucky to have someone like Alex by her side.

When Alex was done she grabbed Casey’s hand giving it a soft squeeze. “You ready?”

Casey squeezed her back with a small nod “Yeah. Im ready”

They went down the stairs, Alex turning all the lights off and grabbing her keys as they walked outside. She locked the house, giving it one last look as they headed out into the night.

The bus station was quiet at this hour, the sky just beginning to lighten with the first hints of dawn. Alex bought two tickets, one-way, to upstate New York. Casey stood beside her, still feeling the last waves of shock pass through her, trying to wrap her mind around what they were doing.

They were really leaving. Running away together. It would’ve been romantic had the situation not been so dire.

As they boarded the bus, Alex took Casey’s hand, not leting her go as they made their way to the back, finding seats by the window. The bus was nearly empty, just a few other passengers scattered throughout. It was perfect—no one would notice them. No one would care.

Casey leaned her head on Alex’s shoulder, her body exhausted from the everything that had happened. The adrenaline had worn off, leaving her feeling drained, her emotions overwhelming. But there was one thing she knew for certain—Alex was with her. Alex was always with her.

“I’m sorry,” Casey whispered, her voice chocked up and soft.

“For what?” Alex asked, her fingers gently brushing through Casey’s hair.

“For making you leave. For… everything.”

Alex leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to Casey’s forehead. “You didn’t make me do anything. I chose this because I love you, Casey. I don’t care where we are, as long as we’re together.”

Casey felt tears prick at her eyes again, but this time they weren’t tears of fear. She shifted, pressing a soft kiss to Alex’s shoulder, her heart swelling with gratitude and love. She didn’t deserve this. Didn’t deserve Alex’s kindness, her love. But Alex was here, holding her, refusing to let her go.

They were running, yes. But they were running together.

As the bus rumbled to life, the city disappearing behind them, Casey let her eyes drift shut, exhaustion pulling her under. She felt safe here, next to Alex, wrapped in her warmth. For the first time in what felt like forever, she wasn’t afraid, she didn’t feel guilty anymore.

#law and order svu #alex cabot #casey novak #casey novak x alex cabot #calex #probably could’ve done better at proofreading but it is what it is

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f4ll-for-you · 2 years ago

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For You | Modern Aegon

Kind of a part two for Backstage

Warnings: substance abuse.

Although you’d been with Aegon for several months now, you were still full of insecurities about your relationship, especially considering he was basically a beloved rockstar. Girls fawned over him after every show, trying to get photos, asking him to sign their tits. This was something he used to adore, reveling in the love and attention, until he found you. Since then, you were the only girl he saw, in his eyes, you saved him. Getting him out of his addiction spiral that had landed him in hospital more times that he’d admitted to.

Despite that, your insecurities burned a hole inside your chest. You weren’t a party girl like his previous flings, you much preferred a quiet night in on the sofa. However, every night on your boyfriend's latest tour, you’d be there as his number one fan, right at the front of each show.

You’d spent countless nights wondering if it bothered Aegon that you pulled him away from his old lifestyle. You’d never been interested in drugs, only opting for a cocktail of some kind, getting drunk occasionally. It was no secret to his fans or the media that Aegon enjoyed a reckless night out or two. These thoughts had burdened your nights throughout the whole tour, finally making you decide to let loose for once.

You found yourself at the afterparty, something that happened after almost every show. Aegon had agreed to go, usually opting to miss these things now he was with you, only increasing your guilt further.

“Baby, I’m gonna get us drinks, I’ll be right back” Aegon spoke softly, kissing you on the forehead before making his way to the bar, you smiled and nodded in response. You walked over to the rest of the band, joining them at their chosen booth.

“Y/N! Hey! Did you like the show?” Aegon's best friend and bandmate Cregan Stark shouted over the music, grinning at you. “You guys smashed it as always!” You grinned, shouting back as you sat down opposite the shaggy haired boy.

“Where’s blondie?” Cregan asked, using Aegon's least favorite nickname.

You giggled, “He’s getting me a drink.” You fall into conversation with Cregan, trying to change the subject to the thing you wanted, until he pulls a baggie out of his pocket, along with his credit card. You bite your lip, eyes focused on the lines placed in front of you.

“You want some?” He asked, looking up at you, seeing the desire and worry that laced your eyes.

“Is that a good idea?” Arryk protested, pulled out of his flirty conversation with the leggy blonde next to him.

“Oh, come on, she’s Aegon’s girl, she probably does this shit all the time” Cregan retorted, being the bad influence he’d always been on your boyfriend.

Aegon turned to look for you in the crowd, caught up in conversation with the band manager. His eyes lock on to you when he notices the white powdered lines on the table and your hands scrabbling in your purse to find a note. He feels sick, the whole room goes into slow motion as he ignores his manager and runs towards you, spilling most of your drinks on the way. Thoughts rushed around his head, there's no way you would accept drugs from his friends, you were better than this, better than him.

“What the fuck,” he shouts, slamming the drinks down on the table. He reaches out his hand and wraps it under your chin, roughly pulling your head up as your eyes meet his. Your eyes wide, your nostrils dusted in the white powder he loathed. Fuck, what had he done, why had he left you.

Aegon pulls his hand away, running his fingers through his hair and immediately turning to his friends, he is seething. “Aegon, Mate! Sit with us” Cregan mumbles, his own bump hitting him, his pupils wide.

“Did you give Y/N coke?” he almost whispered, trying to keep his anger at bay and failing.

Cregan just shrugged, “she’s your girl, man, what do you expect, it’s probably been hours since her last hit.” Aegon turned, his hand on his forehead, glancing at your dopamine filled state.

“She’s never fucking done drugs” Aegon replies, grabbing his friend by the hair, shouting in his face.

“She’s meant to be better,” he almost cries, more to himself than to his friend. Before Cregan can register his words, he grabs you up gently, his arm under your shoulder blade, walking you out of the club. You mumble words at him as he walks you out, a large smile plastered across your face.

“Baby, I’m one of you guys now!” You giggle, proud of yourself.

Aegon’s heart drops at your words. Is this what you think he wants? His mind runs through everything he's said to you, terrified and angry that he’s made you feel this way, made you do this. It's all his fault.

He doesn’t reply, not that you notice, as he walks you back to your shared hotel room, silently thanking his manager for booking the closest hotel.

As he gets you out of the lift, you perk up, a burst of energy exploding out of you. You wiggle out of his arms, giggling and running down the corridor. “Fuck” he whispers, “Y/N, baby!” he shouts down the corridor, running after you. Part of him wants to smile, enjoying your happy state, how your smile lights up your features, but no, not like this. You can’t find happiness in this.

Aegon ends up chasing you for ten minutes, exhausted and breathless by the time you fall into his arms once more. Your body slumps into his as he tries to lead you to your room, barely remembering where it is.

“You okay angel?” Aegon asks, noticing your sudden change in mood. He knows the sadness is hitting you, the high never lasts long. He knew this was coming, waiting for your moment of euphoria to pass.

“Mmmm my head feels funny” you mumble to him, leaning your body weight into his broad chest. He sighed, wishing you could just miss out this part, the storm before the tsunami.

“I know, let's go to our room and cuddle” he whispers into your hair, kissing you gently. You nod in response, your eyes glassy and exhausted.

Aegon walks you into the room, picking you up and placing you gently onto the bed as you roll around, your head fuzzy and confused, anxiety filling your body. You moan into the sheets as Aegon lies beside you, stroking you to help calm you down. Suddenly, you feel awful, running to the bathroom you collapse in front of the toilet. Aegon rushes behind you, holding your hair back and stroking you. “It's okay, get it all out” he coos, wincing at the pain you were in, the guilt of how he’d made you feel consuming him.

You finally stop dry heaving, slumping back onto the tiled floor, pulling off your uncomfortable dress and bra, leaving yourself in only panties. “You usually like this,” you sigh, pointing to your almost naked figure.

“I prefer you sober, baby,” Aegon replies, half chuckling as he pulls you on your feet, handing you your toothbrush before walking back into the bedroom. He grabs your favorite hoodie of his, placing it on the bed for you, before getting a glass of water to place on the bedside.

The bed felt like heaven as you snuggled into it, Aegon sliding in next to you. Watching your every move, as if you would disappear any second. Your throat felt dry and uncomfortable as you gulped down the water Aegon had left for you. “Hey, hey, slow down, you’ll make yourself sick again” he spoke, gently pulling the glass from your lips. He settled you down in bed, spooning you from behind, trying to get you as close as possible to keep you safe.

“Baby,” he whispered, knowing the anxiety that would be covering your face as he spoke “why did you do this.” You sighed, the buzz of the drug still vaguely in your system, the effects wearing off, making you feel furious with yourself.

“I thought I was holding you back, making you feel like you had to change because you were with me,” you whispered in reply, your voice wobbly.

Aegon sighed, pulling you closer and nestling his face into your hair. “I have changed because of you” he responds, making your heart pang with worry, waiting for his next words. “But, I wanted to, you’ve made a better man, you are everything to me my love.”

You hadn’t expected to hear those words, he really felt that way?

He wanted this sweet, cozy, settled down life with you? As if he could read your thoughts, he whispered, “I love my life now, and I love you, Y/N, so please, never do that again.”

You turn to face your boyfriend, looking deep into his violet orbs. “I promise,” you murmur, feeling embarrassed about your actions. Aegon loved you for you, and you needed to remember that.

#aegon targaryen ii #aegon targaryen x reader #aegon ii #aegon ii x you #aegon x reader #house of the dragon #modern aegon #aegon targaryen headcanons #aegon the second #aegon fanfic

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sheerfreesia007 · 2 years ago

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Stupid Cupid #11

Title: Stupid Cupid #11

Fandom: Top Gun Maverick

Pairing: Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd x Reader

Author: @sheerfreesia007

Words: 987

Warnings: Fluff

Permanent Tag List: @paintballkid711, @fioccodineveautunnale, @phoenixhalliwell, @linkpk88, @weirdowithnobeardo, @athalien

Prompt: Photobooth

Author Notes: Awww, sweet Bob. I really enjoyed writing this one.

Gif Credit: @stilinskiderek

Kids screamed as they raced down the boardwalk and Bob smiled softly as he watched them run away playing whatever game they had made up. He felt your hand swing back and forth between the two of you as you walked along the boardwalk enjoying the free weekend he had managed to get away from the Navy. Turning his head he felt as if the world slowed to a crawl as you moved in slow motion as the sea breeze blew your hair into your face making you chuckle softly while your hand came up to brush the wayward strands out of your eyes. You turned to him and the smile on your face seemed to beam brighter than the full sun that was in the sky above you. Your pretty floral sundress fluttered in the breeze and you moved closer to him so that the material wouldn’t fly up your body, Bob easily slipped around your body so that he was on the side of the ocean so that he could block the breeze from harassing you. He let go of your hand regrettably before slipping his arm around your shoulders and tucking you into his side. His chest puffed up proudly as you rested your head against his shoulder and sigh softly against his skin in contentment.

Just as the two of you were passing the loud trilling arcade your head picked up from his shoulder and you gazed towards the arcade with hooded eyes. He tried to spot what it was that you were looking at but nothing seemed to jump out at him as his eyes darted back and forth along the front of the arcade. He could tell when you grew excited as your body did a little jump as you gazed back up at him and pressed your hand to his chest gently.

“Can we go get our pictures taken in the photo booth?” you asked sweetly and Bob looked down at you and then back up to see the photo booth that captured your attention. He knew he’d agree to whatever you asked him but the fact that you asked for something so simple made his heart flutter in his chest with adoration. You had no idea how smitten he was with you and even if you did know he knew you’d never take advantage of the fact.

“Of course we can.” he responded gently and watched as you grinned up at him happily before grabbing his hand and dragging him over to the photo booth. You were so excited for these pictures that Bob felt he had to make them as perfect as possible for you.

You slipped into the booth first and easily tugged him as you chuckled softly. He stumbled as he entered the booth and slumped onto the hard bench next to you pressing you up against the far wall of the booth. He tried to move away and began to apologize but your teasing smile stopped him in his tracks. Your hands gripped his baby blue polo and pulled him closer to you as you pressed a soft sweet kiss to his mouth. He groaned softly at your action and quickly cupped your face to reciprocate the kiss. He slanted his mouth against yours and slipped his tongue into your mouth while desire heated the edges of his consciousness.

“Just wanted to get you alone for a little bit.” you confessed to him and Bob felt his heart flutter in his chest again at your words. You had only pulled away about an inch and he felt your lips graze against his when you spoke, lunging forward he pressed another loving heated kiss to your mouth as his tongue swept into your mouth as you hummed softly against him.

“We’re still taking pictures.” he said softly when he pulled away from you and you grinned at him happily before turning to the screen to set the pictures up. He watched as you picked a nautical border for the pictures and smiled fondly at your actions before he saw the screen light up with the countdown for the first photo. The two of you both cuddled close and smiled sweetly for the first picture, as the second countdown began he watched as you prepped for a silly face picture and he grinned before pressing a kiss to your cheek as the countdown ended. After the picture was taken you turned to him laughing happily as you rolled your eyes at him, the two of you leaned in and kissed softly with your eyes closed. The flash went off behind his eyelids but Bob didn’t stop kissing you as his hands came up once more to cup your jaw and tilt you face so that he could deepen the kiss heatedly making you gasp out.

Bob didn’t pull away from your seductive mouth for a few minutes after the flash of the camera had gone off. He breathed heavily as you gasped before pressing his forehead against yours gently. He reached blindly out to press the button to set up more pictures, your beaming smile was beautiful and searing as the flash of the camera went off again.

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“Bob, these photo booth pictures are so cute of you and your girl.” Phoenix said as she gazed at them stuck to the inside of his locker. Bob looked up from the bench as he watched Phoenix take a closer look at them. “I think the forehead picture is my favorite, though the silly face with you sticking your tongue out is a close second.” she said, smiling softly down at him.

“The forehead is my favorite too.” he replied and she nodded her head smiling while moving over to her locker to finish getting ready. Bob looked up at the pictures and felt his smile blossom on his face as he remembered your trip out to the boardwalk.

#my writing #top gun maverick #stupid cupid #robert bob floyd x reader #robert bob floyd

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keopix · 1 year ago

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84reedsy · 10 months ago

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The Mentorship, Part 7

The Mentorship

Characters: Curt Hennig/FemOC , Scott Hall/FemOC

Part 7 of ? (Parts not chapters, parts length varies)

Word Count: 6418

-----Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6----

Warnings/Considerations: Smut, Age Gap, Power Dynamics, Dirty Talk, swearing

The bouncer only looked at her long enough to know he would be getting a kickback, taking a small stack of bills from Curt, subtly.

“You can pay me back,” Curt mumbled in her ear as they walked into a dimly lit hallway. She was hyper aware of everything, feeling on edge in an unfamiliar environment. It didn't help that Scott was right behind her. She knew everyone else was either already there or would be on their way. She hoped she wouldn't still be a target of ridicule for Kevin.

She knew it might have looked odd, but she stuck closely to Curt. He ordered himself a double shot of Jack Daniels and a single for her as her inaugural drink.

It set her throat afire and stalled her breath as she swallowed it in one gulp with immediate regret.

“Oh my god, that tasted like ass and fire and every bad decision I've ever made,” she blurted out. Those in her close vicinity laughed and clapped, “Don't ever do that again,”

Curt downed his double easily and motioned for another. Scott also had a double of something similarly amber.

She looked at the bartender pathetically. He was cute, hopefully she could flirt her way into a better drink.

“Help,” she leaned on the bar, pleading.

“Don't worry honey, I got you. This one's on me.” His dimples deepened when he smiled as he pulled out a short glass, filled it with ice cubes. She watched as he picked up a bottle labeled Knob Creek and a bottle of some sort of juice. He poured them over The ice in equal amounts and stuck in a tiny straw, “If you don't like this, I'll make you something else,”

She was reticent, but stirred the drink before taking a gentle sip.

“Oh my god,” she took a bigger sip, “This is amazing,” another long drink until it was nothing but ice.

“Damn,” Scott ordered himself another, “get her another one, on my tab. Make this one a triple,”

She met his eyes, trying to determine his intentions. He still didn't seem as friendly as they had been, but he wasn't giving her the cold shoulder.

“Thank you,” she took the drink and sipped it through the straw still maintaining his gaze. She coughed slightly at the stronger notes of whiskey, but did not set it down, heeding Scott's warning.

Luckily, she wasn't much of the focus, pinned in the back of a circular booth by bodies on either side of her. She was entertained by road and personal stories, learning more about her coworkers tonight than she had in the previous months. She saw their kids’ photos, even. She was so entertained, that she had forgotten that Scott was on one side of her, their legs occasionally touching.

She also hadn't needed to worry about paying for a drink all night, but only accepted them if delivered by a server. She was stuck for the evening as long as Curt and Scott wanted to drink, which by their stature and tolerance, afforded them a lot more time.

Brinkley finished the most recent of what she learned were whiskey sours. She felt a slight haze of dizziness, but couldn't land on how many she'd had. She didn't think it was that many, but couldn’t seem to count past four.

“Probably oughta cut you off,” Scott said. Curt was up shooting darts with Bret, beating him as easily as he had everyone else. His Mr. Perfect gimmick didn't seem that far-fetched.

“Why?” She looked up at him squinting even though the bar was quite dim, “I've only had a couple,”

“Three alone are on my tab, Curt bought you one, one was on the house, and at least one of the guys bought you one,” he recounted, “No, two, Kev bought you that one,” he pointed at her glass of only ice.

“He did?” She looked shocked, “but he was mean to me,” she looked around for him, her head moving unusually slow.

“Was he?” Scott knew what she was referring to and tried to forget what he'd heard her say, “That's probably why it doesn't have alcohol in it.” He laughed at her shocked reaction.

“Yes, he was really mean. I can't really…remember how but I KNOW he was,” she tried slurping more from the glass, only managing to find melted ice, “And I'm really nice,” she defended. She looked around again and noticed they were the only two left in the booth. Everyone had left for pool, darts, local talent, or were at the bar.

“Is that so?” Scott sipped beer from a bottle.

“Yes, I am,” she found herself remembering why he might believe something opposite, “I didn't mean what you heard, by the way,” she was only slightly dizzy. She wondered how many of her drinks had been virgins.

“Doesn't make any difference to me,” he tried to shrug off the subject.

“I didn't mean what I said how you thought I said it, though. It makes a difference to me.” her brain struggled to connect the right words with what she wanted to say. She instinctively placed a hand on his forearm as if trying to impart her sincerity.

“How did you mean it then? What else is there to regret,” he sounded angry, but he didn't pull away.

“The ring. How I was in the ring.” She said quickly, “Russo just wanted me to kiss Dally tonight because I did the stripping thing with you last night.” Her own clarity came back to her, “To be really honest, I don't regret doing the strip tease at all, but I just didn't like how the suits took it,”

Scott was quiet for a moment processing her words and deciding if she was indeed, being sincere. She was looking at him, her eyes didn't shift or falter.

“I'd never regret kissing you,” she said now, plainly.

“Alright, I believe you,” he knew she'd harp on about it if he didn't give her something, “but, you have to make it up to me,” he countered. He noticed a sultry flash in her eyes and now had to wonder how far she'd actually go to make it up to him.

“What- what do you want?” She asked, scooting slightly closer to him, “What do you want me to do?”

“You're the one apologizing,” he took a long swig of beer, not taking his eyes off of her, “What are you gonna do for me?” He was careful in how he worded the vollied question.

With how long she was quiet, Scott could tell a number of things were running through her mind.

“Well…” she swallowed the lump in her throat, “You could do anything you wanted. To me,” she wished she had another drink, hard or soft. Her mouth felt as dry as a desert.

Scott’s eyes widened a little, but he managed not to spit out his beer at the surprise of such an open ended invitation.

“Anything I want, huh?” He tried to think of something that would make him feel better AND put her in her place, but her green doe eyes looking at him made any fiendish scheming difficult.

“Well…to start, you're getting a real drink,” he motioned for the server and ordered two double top shelf Scotches, neat.

Brinkley remembered the whiskey from earlier and was timid to say the least about something that Scott considered strong.

“Drink up,” he took a big sip of his own, but did not down it.

She looked nervously at the placid amber liquid.

“Half?” She asked hopefully.

“If you meant ‘anything’, then all of it. And that ain't the end of it either,” he took the glass and pushed it closer to her.

“1, 2, 3” She counted in her head before grabbing it tossing it back like had before. If there was ever something to regret, it would have been this. She slapped the table, feeling her body want to reject all of what she just ingested.

She coughed through the fiery burn, her eyes watering.

“Oh my GOD,” she managed out in response, “You actually like that stuff?”

Scott snickered.

“Yeah, that's a real man's drink. Puts hair on your chest.” he sipped more of his.

“Well I'll leave that to you. You rock that look better than anyone,” she turned her glass upside down so there was no chance it would be refilled.

“I do, do I?” He questioned, noting her delayed embarrassment.

“I mean…yeah. But you know that already, don't you? Isn't that why you only wear the small trunks? To show off?” She tried to defend herself only to dig a deeper hole.

“Not really. Was the cheapest gear when I started out. But good to know it's appreciated,”

“What else?” She asked him, receiving a confused look, “What else do you want me to do?” She reiterated.

“Give Kev a lap dance,” he smirked with a wicked gleam in his eye. He saw the panic cross her face as she looked at Kevin for a moment, the center of attention at the bar.

“I…I meant…I meant like, for you,” she stumbled, her head was swimming more now, the scotch working quickly.

“You said anything,” he wanted her to earn that apology. He didn't want to hurt her, but his deviousness outplayed him.

“She probably needs to head on back to the car,” Curt stopped by the table between rounds, noticing her glassy eyes, “I got one more game,” he set the car keys on the table.

Scott was disappointed for his own game to be interrupted, but there were no time limits on her apology.

“I'll get her back to the car,” Scott downed the rest of his beer, “but I'm not babysitting,”

Sliding out of the booth, she felt like she was moving very fast. But as she stood, she realized she'd forgotten how to. She grabbed Scott's arm to keep from collapsing.

“Scott, something is wrong with my legs,” she panicked, “they don't work, oh god, I'm paralyzed.” She tried to move her feet and they did, but not cooperatively.

“Jesus, you're not paralyzed,” he moved her arm to his shoulder, “hang on to me,” he might have still been haunted by her words of regret, but he couldn't leave her unattended in this state. He flipped off the hecklers as he helped her stumble out into the dark night.

“Scott, my legs, something is wrong,” she repeated, forgetting she had already said so.

“I know, I know, you're paralyzed,” Scott braced her against him while opening the door to the backseat.

“I am?!” She gasped, poking her thighs.

“Good god,” Scott grumbled, trying to position her in the seat. She held onto his shirt with tight fists and tripping over her own feet she fell into the floorboard. She nearly took Scott with her. He lifted her at least to the seat, his body positioned over her as she still held onto him.

Though drunk, she still was startled by the position she found herself in. It sobered her slightly as even in the dim parking lot, she could still make out his strikingly handsome features.

“I thought you were still mad at me,” she said softly. He didn't answer, but she could see his jaw clench.

“I should be. I didn't get my full apology,” he said cooly.

“I told you, “ She said earnestly, “I didn't regret anything with you! I wanted that, I really did,” she fervently continued, looking at his lips,” and I want it again,” she lowered her voice, hoping to see a receptive glint in his eye.

“I'm not sure you really do, you're drunk, girl,” his voice rumbled like thunder.

“Not that drunk,” her hands released his shirt, instead laying flat against his chest. One slid upwards, running her finger tips over his stubble. Her thumb brushed over his lips,”maybe just drunk enough to be honest. Don't you want to kiss me again?”

“I don't know. Who knows what you'll go around telling people this time,” he couldn't help his insulting tone.

“I never regretted kissing you. I've wanted to for a long, long time,” her eyes didn't betray her tone, looking up at him with an expectant want.

“Don't be mad at me in the morning,” he mumbled, leaning down. She lifted up to meet his lips, snaking her arms around his neck.

“I could never be mad at someone as hot as you,” she mumbled against his lips, letting him deepen it quickly. He punished her with the kiss. An insistent, demanding kiss, his tongue probing hers with dominating force. She gasped and whimpered as she tried to maintain, but did not pull away.

Scott felt her legs clamp around his hips and he couldn't help grinding between her legs a bit. He wasn't completely hard, thanks to the alcohol, but if she kept rubbing against him, that would change.

“I want you so bad,” she whispered as he dipped to her neck. She nearly writhed under him, gasping his name. The graze of his stubble burned her skin, but his lips and tongue sent a fiery tingle through her. She moved against him, feeling desperate.

“I've wanted to fuck you since the first time I laid eyes on you,” he admitted, looking down into her eyes. He shouldn't take it there. Making out was one thing. But fucking her half hanging out of a rental car in a seedy parking lot was not exactly what he'd pictured. And definitely not having to get her drunk to do it.

He had to catch her hands from pawing lower, much against his own wishes. He pinned her wrists on either side of her head, but kissed her again before she could protest. He still moved along with the motion of her body, swallowing up her whimpers with groans of pleasure of his own.

Brinkley felt her body tingling, the heat emanated from between her legs. She could feel his growing lump pressing into her and before she realized what was happening, she came, moaning into his lips. Her body stiffened as she did.

Scott paused, looking down at her listless gaze. Her mouth parted slightly, she looked beautiful when she came, like she was surprised her body could elicit such a response.

“Did you just,” he started, feeling her tremor a little beneath him. He couldn’t believe she had cum that easily for him. He fought the urge to slip his fingers in her pants to feel just how wet she got.

“Yeah,” she said breathlessly, feeling a sluggish embarrassment creeping in, “I…I'm sorry,” she stammered.

“Don't be,” he fought with himself over moving forward. If he let himself just go, it might be over quickly from just the heat of the moment. Looking down at her he couldn’t stop his hand from lowering to his belt.

Within a few moments, he felt her hands pushing on him, hard. He nearly toppled over as she scrambled out from underneath him and barely made it to the edge of the trunk before she threw up.

Brinkley coughed, sinking to her knees as she leaned her forehead against the tail light. She felt suddenly tired as she tried to recover. It wasn't any more pleasant on the way out as it was in.

Scott sat on the edge of the backseat, running a hand over his head. What was he thinking with this girl?

“Glad to see you're not babysitting,” Curt said in jest, noticing her slumped against the rear quarter panel.

“I should be charging you by the hour for this,” he stood and walked behind Brinkley, grabbing her under her arms and lifting her into the backseat. She was not long from passing out, groaning as she was moved.

Brinkley tried to sit up, but decided against it as gravity fought her. She was hit by a sudden sleepiness and gave in to it.

Curt peered around the door to see her passed out, he glanced at Scott who was already walking around to the front passenger door.

“These new kids just can't keep up,” He said. climbing in the driver’s seat. He probably shouldn’t have been driving, but he felt clear headed enough and the hotel was just around the corner.

“Yeah, gonna take a while to get that one up to speed,” Scott tried to ignore the ache in the crotch of his jeans. It would only get worse unless he took care of it himself. He couldn’t help but think any self satisfaction would be disappointing. He tried not to feel guilty keeping what had happened from Curt.

“Did you guys make up at least,” Curt teased, seeing Scott turn into his inward sulking mood that he often did when embarrassed.

“We’re straight,” He left it at that. But he couldn’t deny part of him was relieved that she didn’t in fact regret kissing him.

Curt carried her to their room; Scott assisted but quickly left. Curt was curious as to what happened in the backseat, but the only other witness was passed out and would likely have a blurry memory of the events tomorrow at best.

He resisted undressing her for bed. He didn’t need to make any poor decisions tonight either.

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Brinkley woke with a pressure in her head that she was sure was from a literal vice screwed onto her skull. The room was dark but somehow too bright. She groaned as she sat up, feeling like she had been beaten and left for dead.

“Curt?” She called out, but regretted a second later, holding her temple.

He came out of the bathroom in just a towel, combing through his damp hair.

“It’s about time you got up, lazy bones,” He chuckled at her pale, pitiful appearance, “Might want to start making your way to the toilet now.” He suggested.

“Why don’t you look like shit,” She found it incredibly unfair that she was the only one suffering.

“Well, I would recommend that as soon as possible you take those pills on the table,” He motioned to her bedside where a pile of pills sat, “It’s just tylenol. But a lot of it. It's gonna be the best option,” He knew from years of experience on the road what worked and what didn’t. There might have been something better in more of the narcotic line, but she had rejected those in the past. He couldn’t blame her.

“If anything goes in my mouth, I’m gonna throw up,” She rubbed her hand across her forehead.

“Anything?” Curt placed his hand on his towel as if he were going to remove it, laughing when he received only a middle finger in response.

She did make it to the bathroom and she did get the pills down as recommended, but was mortified when told next it was important to put food on top of it. She was not looking forward to that part. Slowly the night before was coming back to her.

“Did…did Scott bring me back?” She started to recall ‘walking’ out of the bar with him. She recalled she was still in the clothes from last night when she first woke. That brought some relief (with its own disappointment).

“He took you to the car, bent you over the hood and went at it. Rest of the guys ran a train on you.” Curt spun a tale.

Brinkley looked at him, unamused as they left the room.

“What, no sense of humor when you're hungover?” He nudged her and she groaned.

“No. Nothing good exists right now,” she whined as they walked into the diner next door. The smells that greeted her were not exactly welcome.

“Well…you made out with him in the back of the car,” Curt said, acknowledging the group in the back at a large table.

“What-” she hissed, seeing Scott drinking coffee at the table. She remembered him talking to her. She had a feeling in her gut that it was friendly. And with the way he was looking at her now, she doubted Curt was pulling her leg.

“Nah, just fucking with you,” Curt's teasing just left her more unsure.

They took two seats at the busy table. Brinkley drank the black coffee at Steve's suggestion, slowly. It seemed to help, but she paced herself.

The egg whites and toast Curt had ordered for her stared her down as if they were a threat.

“I'd eat pretty quick if you took the ‘road remedy’,” Kevin nodded towards her plate. She tried not to complain too much and picked up her fork. Scott didn't say anything, but he never took his eyes off of her.

She managed enough to placate Curt, leaning on her hand as she finished.

“Can't I just go back to bed?” She managed barely above a wine, “we have today off,” she followed up. It was met with stilted laughter.

“We don't have a show…but there's still work. We are doing a radio show this afternoon. Gym time, usually go to a couple sites and let fans get photo ops, cop a few feels,” Curt slid an itinerary over to her.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuck,” she laid her head on the table, “Just for a little bit? It says 4pm…we can do the gym right before. I can get at least a couple hours,” she tried to convince Curt.

He looked at her as if mulling it over.

“I don't know, you might need some extra gym time, the road is making you soft.” Curt went to pinch her ribs, but she slapped his hand away.

“No I'm not!” She hotly contested his remark, “Kevin, am I getting soft?” She stood and turned to either side. He sipped coffee but looked her over.

“Nah, pretty hard little body,” he glanced at Scott to see if it would elicit a response. Scott looked at him immediately.

“See? And he doesn't even like me,” she countered smugly.

“Well I'm headed out, so it's now.” Curt left money for his check on the table.

“I'm not going until later,” Scott spoke up, “She can ride with us,”

Brinkley looked up at Scott to Kevin and back to Scott. What a double edged sword that option was. She paused to think before speaking.

“I’m fine with that,” She looked back at Curt, “I’ll just meet you there,”

Curt looked at her for a moment before shrugging, “Doesn’t matter to me,” though he found himself a little irritated that she wouldn’t be in tow. He’d wanted to get some one on one workout time with her.

“Thank. God.” She said standing, “I’m going back to bed. Please come get me before you leave. If I’m not down here, I’m in 417,”

Curt stood as well, handing his keycard to Scott, “She’ll sleep through an earthquake.”

Brinkley looked down at the keycard and then to Scott. At that moment, more of the previous night returned to her. Including him grinding on top of her.

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She lay in bed, but now of course, sleep eluded her. She was still exhausted, but she couldn’t stop replaying the reel of the night before, over and over. It had actually happened. The attraction went both ways. She felt some relief that she’d been able to explain to him that he’d misheard her. She wondered if she should revisit the subject now that her mind was a little more clear.

She tried to close her eyes, but she couldn’t shut off her mind. She hoped a shower would help. She let the steaming water flow over her, taking advantage of her extended free time. She couldn’t keep from feeling flustered that she had cum with him like that. She wondered what had gone through his mind. Probably not a lot since immediately after she’d gotten sick. She was sure that was a mood killer.

She grabbed a towel and dried herself, wrapping it around her chest as she walked back into the room.

She was startled by a figure sitting on the edge of one bed, cursing out loud in surprise.

“Dammit! What are you doing,” her hand flew to her chest as a spike of adrenaline coursed through her.

Scott stood looking at her in only a short, thin hotel towel.

“I, uh…I thought you might have wanted me to come by,” He looked her up and down without shame for doing so. She was still somewhat wet from the shower, her dark, damp curls clinging to each shoulder, “You had the room to yourself, took a shot,” He exuded confidence now.

Brinkley had half a mind to just drop her towel to see what he’d do next. She held it on her though, the knot weak.

“What exactly are you getting at?” she walked around him, not taking her eyes off of him as she headed to her bag.

“Well, now that you’re sober, I wouldn’t feel bad about finding out what the rest of you tastes like.” He took a couple steps toward her.

She felt as if the breath had been knocked from her chest and she braced herself against the table her bag laid on. She didn’t retreat as he took a couple more steps toward her.

“Unless you want me to leave,” He followed up, making no move to do so.

She shook her head slowly biting her lip, but struggling to speak.

Scott felt an intense arousal spread through him.

“And as long as you don’t think you’ll regret it,” He couldn’t help saying so, his pride still recovering from the damage.

“I told you I didn’t regret anything with you. Maybe, just that we were interrupted.” She found her voice as her hand loosened on the towel.

“Would you have fucked me in the pool,” He said with a direct crassness that made Brinkley’s sex throb.

She looked down, noticing a sizable lump below his belt. She nodded slowly as his hand lifted to the top edge of her towel.

He yanked his hand away as several clicks came from the door and it opened. Scott was only able to take a half step back before Curt walked in.

Curt could tell he had walked in on more than just a conversation. He looked between both of them, quickly noticing how little was covering his protege.

“Gym was closed, didn't open until 2, grabbed another key from the front desk,” He held up the card, “What, uh, what exactly is going on in here?”

“Just talking about the match tomorrow,” Scott lied through his teeth, “Brink here had a good idea for interference. Just working it out,”

She looked between both men and nodded in agreement with Scott’s lie. She knew Curt knew better though. They were not getting anything past him.

“I see. And? What’d you come up with?” He walked in the room now, nonchalant.

“She needs to use her training. She said she could work in a drop toe hold and take a fallaway slam from me,” He said, obviously not the first time he’d thought about it.

“I think she’s capable of that,” Curt crossed his arms looking at her.

She nodded after a moment, wetting her dry mouth the best she could.

“Yeah…I could. I’d want to practice first.” She looked at Scott.

“Sure, there’s a couple of rings around town. Let me make some calls, we can probably use their gym, too.” Scott’s hands were on his hips, again left in frustration. He reluctantly walked away from her.

“Yeah, just let us know, man,” Curt said, watching Scott leave. Once they were alone again, he looked back at Brinkley with a knowing but questioning look, “So…what did I walk in on. And I don’t believe his bullshit story-, even though it's a good idea,”

“I was in the shower. When I got out, he was just in here,” She shrugged, holding her towel up still.

Curt looked her up and down as well. It would be a shame not to take advantage of the situation before him. Just because Scott missed out didn’t mean he had to. He knew if he just waited though, she would likely initiate.

“Did something happen last night that I don't know about?” He knew immediately from her sheepish expression that something happened in the car.

“Just…a kiss,” She shifted awkwardly, but looking at Curt in a tank top as his workout shorts was shifting her arousal to a new target. Her eyes must’ve said as much, as Curt smirked.

“That’s it?” he cocked an eyebrow.

“Then I got sick,” She shrugged.

“Well from the looks of it he was about to pounce on you,” He motioned toward the door, “Like he was about to eat you alive,”

“No…” She fibbed, “Just business,” She turned to her bag and picked out an outfit to wear to the gym. She tried to ignore the toy tucked in the corner. She could definitely use some alone time to sit on that for a while.

As she turned back around, Curt stood directly in front of her. His sudden proximity startled her a bit, but her mood instantly changed as she was flooded with his scent.

“Just business huh?” He placed his hands on his hips, looking down at the top of the towel, “So you mean to tell me, if I reach under that towel, that pussy isn’t going to be wet?”

“Well,” She gulped again, feeling odd about wanting another man just moments after nearly bedding another, “it might be now…,” “Can’t be from me,” He scoffed.

“I think you underestimate how you affect me,” She said, her lax grip allowing the towel to fall. She tried not to blush as his eyes looked her up and down.

“Are you asking to use your pass?” He questioned, resisting the impulse to reach out and touch her, “Or are you just really hard up for Scott and trying to use me in place of him,”

“I don’t need to pretend it's anyone else with you,” She reached out and pulled him gently by the shirt towards her, “But if you want to use me, I don’t mind,” Her statement reminded him that he couldn’t be too upset without skirting hypocrisy being a married man.

“I want you to wait, one more day,” He asked, chuckling at the pouty disappointment on her face. He let down his restraint and let his hands slide along her body, cupping a breast and twisting a nipple gently between his fingers, “At least for my dick, can you do that for me?” He continued to roam her body, looking down at her needy face.

“Yes, Daddy,” She sulked, “I can wait,”

“That’s my good girl,” He leaned down to kiss her, rough against her lips with his. He knelt in front of her, letting his lips slide down her skin. He parted her legs, propping one of them over his shoulder before letting his broad tongue lick up her pussy. Her sweetness was welcome and she was indeed plentifully wet. He flicked past her clit repeatedly, making her whimper with each pass.

She threaded her fingers into his hair, her hips rolling along with the pace of his tongue. Looking down at his delicious lips exploring her sex evoked a surge of desire. She already felt the tingle of her orgasm building and she willed it forward. Her legs nearly buckled when he sunk two fingers in her primed entrance, working in time with his experienced mouth.

“Fuck….Daddy…I’m gonna cum,” She groaned, her eyes locked on his actions. His response was to thrash his tongue over her, suckling on her sensitive clit and punishing her pussy with the strokes of his fingers.

Brinkley covered her mouth with her own hand to keep from crying out in pleasure as she came, his oral assault continued. He wasn’t satisfied with one. Or with two. And the third he forced with such a demand that he did have to prop her up as her legs gave way.

Her legs quivered even as Curt helped her lie down. Quickly, she found the sleep that had earlier eluded her. She slept well, waking up again feeling much more rested as Curt stirred her.

“Scott found a ring,” He said softly, “Gotta go now though,”

She nodded, yawning, grabbing the outfit she’d set out earlier. Meeting in the lobby, Scott and Kevin waited for them. Once at the car, she realized they would have an extra passenger. Kevin quickly took the front seat. Being the tallest, he felt entitled to it. As she got into the backseat, Scott slid in next to her.

“Have a good nap, Brink?” He asked, taking a moment to look her up and down again.

“Um, yeah…I feel a lot better now,” She timidly responded, remembering how close Scott had been to ripping her towel off.

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She was not uncomfortable in the ring. She asked Curt to warm up with her, out of habit she was just more comfortable with him. She knew that would need to change if she ever wanted to have legitimate matches. But for today, she got her jitters out and tried to get into work mode as Scott stepped through the ropes, Kevin stepping over the top rope.

“Why do you do that?” She asked him, pulling up her elbow sleeves, “How does that not smash the goods? Everybody will still know you're tall if you step through like a normal person.”

Scott failed in his attempt to restrain a laugh, turning away from Kevin.

“It doesn't smash anything. I barely touch it,” he defended, looking back at the rope.

Brinkley looked at him skeptically, “I have eyes,” she reminded him, “ I can see,”

“Can we add a powerbomb to her schedule?” Kevin asked, not a fan of being called out.

“She gets what she gets,” Curt shrugged, “Only way she'll learn to watch that mouth,” he warmed up his joints by circling his arms and pulling on the ropes. Brinkley mimicked him as everyone else stood outside on the edge of the apron.

“Funny that you think I'd ever stop being mouthy,” she quipped right before they locked up. She let him take the lead, taking a few bumps and running some rope drills. Once she was warmed up, Curt tagged Scott in. She reminded herself that this was work. Anything inside the ring was work and everything on the outside stayed there.

Her nerves didn’t get to her as she practiced sliding under the bottom rope and safely tripping up Scott. She scrambled away, being caught by her ankle and Scott would drag her back to the middle. She placed a foot in his gut and he sold it, but grabbed her again as she tried to get away. He threw her into the ropes and caught her in a front body carry.

“Tuck your arms and try to fall on your side and roll to the back,” he coached her. “Kev will pull you out after that. Curt goes to check on you and I roll him up for a 2 count.”

She tried to stay relaxed as he held on to her, one arm under her shoulder, the other between her thighs. She did her own part of helping hold herself up on him. She felt a tingle in her stomach as he fell backwards and hoisted her over his head. The bump didn't hurt, but it was hard. The ring mat made an awful smack.

The rest of the spot worked well, but she asked to practice it a few more times. Scott was more than willing, each pass was more and more natural. She still got that flutter in the stomach when she was thrown over his head, but there was something so thrilling about being manhandled.

Once she was satisfied, she and Kev headed towards the gym as Scott and Curt volunteered to wipe down the ring.

“You did a good job with that one,” Scott complimented as he started with the turnbuckles, “Considering she had very little ring experience at all. You'd never know it looking at her now.”

“Yeah, training her wasn't really too hard. She would keep at something until it was perfect. She was pickier than I was. She probably ran a marathon trying to get her rope runs down. Kept getting tangled up in her own feet,” Curt laughed, remembering what would have made a fantastic blooper reel,”But she's got a lot of potential if they'll use her right,”

“Yeah…that's a big ‘if’,” Scott knew women didn't get many chances to not just be eye candy these days. Some were starting to blaze a trail, but it wouldn't be without its pushbacks, “She'll be okay if she just speaks up for herself,”

“Don't think that's going to be a problem for her,” Curt looked up a she told Kevin to ‘hold his fucking horses’ in the background, “Hey, I've been meaning to talk to you about,” Curt looked back over his shoulder, “our plan,”

“Kinda wondered if that was off the table,” Scott said, lowering his voice, “hadn't said anything about it for a while,”

“Nah, still on if you're still interested,” Curt said. He wasn't stupid, he knew Scott was more than interested. He knew there was no work talk going on in that room earlier.

“Yeah, man, sounds like a good time to me,” Scott said cooly, acting as if he could take or leave the opportunity. His inner voice betrayed that coolness. It continued to bring up every encounter, every touch, every longing glance from across the room.

“Was thinking about tomorrow night. After the show we only have to drive a couple hours. Would have plenty of time, especially if we snuck out of the show early.” Curt had been working the plan out on his own, “gonna try and figure out where everyone else plans to go, then head somewhere different.”

“Sounds like a plan, I think we go on second to last though. Steve and Bill have the main event.” Scott tried to remember tomorrow's card.

“That'll give us time to leave. I think it still works,” Curt looked back at her as she laughed at something the gym owner said.

“I'm there,” Scott confirmed. If anything at least that would be a guarantee. He could hangout tonight with the boys and drown all his thoughts until they ceased. At least for one night.

#wrestling fan fic #wrestling fic #wrestling fanfiction #curt hennig #wcw #wwe #wrestling #fanfiction #pro wrestling #1999 #Scott hall #kevin nash #The Mentorship #wrestling smut #a bunch of other wrestlers from this time period

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Media IRL X Scandal

Character Thomas Brodie Sangster

Couple Thomas X Reader

Rating Sweetest!

Series Scandal Series

"Welcome to a video that I have put off. For a long long time" y/n says on a sofa in what looked like a conservatory with Thomas beside her holding one of hopscotch in his lap

"Yes you have" he chuckled

"For any confusion about our current set, and also the large break we had… we moved."

"We did. It was complicated."

"Yeah turns out moving from a house you've lived in for like a solid nine years is hard. Especially with two kids, eight rabbits and a Thomas"

"I'm a hazard" He smiled

"Yes, yes you are" she laughed, holding his wrist and exposing his arm covered in bruises "tell the people what you did?"

"I fell down the stairs" he admits "you were convinced I broke my ankle"

"It was sideways! I was alarmed!" She says

"I didn't break It just bruise it really bad and it like swelled up really bad making my ankle look broken"

"But yes we moved and I'm sure videos about that are going to be coming out soon I think they are being edited at the moment"

"I mean I sent them so probably"

"But as that's gonna take some time I thought we'd do a little video in the new house" she smiled “But today we are going to be having a nice little time”

“Yeah I think it’ll be very nice”

“Its going to be very teary”

“Ohh god yes. I have already got the tissue box next to us and a bunny I can hug”

“Yeah I I got a plushie too, I didn’t wanna use a rabbit I feel like thats mean to hopscotch to use her as a tear rag”

“She likes drying my tears don’t you hopscotch?” he cooes giving the bunny a hug but she jumped and bolted away “You traitor”

“For explaining. We are reacting. Yes, this is a reaction video. To our wedding video.”

“A little bit late”

“Yeah, we were planning to do this video on our five year anniversary or Our wood anniversary but”

“But you know, kids. Pets. new house. The last two years have been a bit crazy and we we been really busy, the schedule has always been crowded but it feels like a really nice time now the house is settled, girls are settled. Nice time to sit down and watch it”

“Fun fact, we have not see this”

“Not all of it”

“No, we did uhhh we did a thing when we got married which was instead of your usual like wedding photographer and videographer who kinda get the best off bits” she explained “we more had a team, we the video team and the photo team which I think ended up being about… ten twelve people, am i right”

“I think so, we had one guy with a still camera who did the photobooth area”

“Yes, we had a little like flower wall?”

“Star wall”

“Yeah star wall thing for more posed photos which was his job that was his whole job from wedding reception onwards to just have people in there taking photos some of which are amazing”

“He was really good, the photo of my ava in that booth from our wedding is like her main photo now she uses it for everything”

“True. we then had a guest photographer that was his job to just go around tables and family sort of groups and do sort of smaller photos. Then… was it another guy?”

“Two guys, we had our personal photographer so his whole job was just you and me. That was all he did was just us and then another guy who did the parties so my groomsmen your bridesmaids who then after the ceremony became the dance guy”

“Yes! He set up like I think two or three almost like slow motion times cameras I don’t know what they where, but they where for high def clear photos of any dances” she explained “And then video team who split into two one came with me and one went with you for our respective hen slash stag weekends and then filmed the prep an then came together to film the ceremony and reception”

“That's the thing when we say we haven’t seen all of it. There is a lot of footage, and sally edited it all together for us make it in the same style as she edits theres. Hi sally” he waved

“She’s gonna make you really overexposed now” Y/n laughed

“Or put a cock over my head”

“Both. she doesn’t like being mentioned”

“No, like a reverse beetlejuice”

“She who must not be named”

“The unspoken editor”

“Yeah, so anyway yes we haven’t seen this all the way though, we’ve seen bits of it we saw alot of it when it first came to us when the edit was done but we where… just back from our honeymoon, and I unknowingly was maybe two weeks prego. With the girls. So… I think it was just a wave of tears.”

“I think on our first watch we got to maybe you putting your dress on, maybe before we had to give up so no matter what we are getting though it today”

“We’re gonna try. I’m not making promises” she laughs “But before we click it on I think we should talk first about what lead to this wedding video. Our engagement and I’m handing that off to you as I had no idea what was happening”

“Fair enough, Yes. We had been - not dating because dating sounds too early, we had been together lets say for a good solid five years at this point and we had lived together for a good three. And we where starting to look at moving into our first mortgage house together and signing a mortgage lease as a couple. Or a what do they call it?”

“Common Law couple. Which is what they class it after couple and before engaged”

“At that point with common law whats yours is still yours you haven’t intermingled finances and such yet which i mean we kinda had because we had a joint bank account at that point for rent and such. But that was the scene and our status. And we where because of not being engaged or married we were having to jump through alot of legal hoops and extra paperwork because of this. England still has some pretty outstanded rules with this stuff. And originally it started as a joke we jokingly said, why don’t we just go down to the courthouse, get legally married and come back and sign on a basic mortgage as man and wife” he explained “and thats all it was just a joke, we knew we weren’t actually going to do so. But eventually the house sorted out and we moved in together into our first owned house, and the thing was I think it was that joking volazion of it that kinda got the little hamster of my mind kinda whirling” He laughed “even though I knew it was a joke I think part of my head kinda said well why don’t we get married and that staid in the back of my mind stewing while we moved in and made the house our own and every so often i would kinda get little pop ups about it but I never really put that much thought into it.”

“Until?”

“Until, we went on a little holiday to Lowersoft? Yarmouth? Somewhere in norfolk?”

“Hemsby?”

“Yep! That's the place” He says “and they have a big vintage retro festival every yeah, so we went and did the whole thing on the bike, with a full vintage wardrobe and we had a lot of fun. And while we were wandering around one day you looked endlessly beautiful!”

“Awwww” she cooes leaning on his shoulder

“And there was this really cool couple, like they are awesome. Who ever they are. But they where actually getting married at this festival in like leather jackets, they went off on a motorbike it was amazing, and it was in the open on the beach and I just remember sitting there with you and watching these strangers get married”

“Sounds creepy when recalling it”

“Kinda does.” he laughs “But at that moment my mind did a little pop! And said hey, won’t this be fun when we do this. And I very nearly said it outlouded!”

“Really?”

“Yes! I was like biting my mouth about that. It had gone from Ohh we could go and get married too, We are going to get married, some day. And then after I had that thought of when we get married, I realized I had actually been thinking about it alot and had come to the conclusion that I do wanna marry you like within the next five years I want us to be married.”

“Awwwwwww”

“And maybe… a week later, I brought it up to you how you’d feel about us getting married”

“And I remember i said, well yeah i want us to get married, Like I’m down”

“Sure why not?”

“Pretty much, I think for me because it was kinda… on the cards. I think I knew we were gonna get married it was just kinda… a waiting game for how long it would take”

“Waiting on me to move my ass”

“Kinda”

“And You went away not long after this you went off to your families for a bit. And I was talking to jack about it and he said if thats what you want just do it. Y/n wants to marry you, you wanna marry her the worst thing she’ll say is not yet, not now. So i went and had a rummage around your jewelry box and may have borrowed your laptop and… stalked your instagram a little.”

“What?!”

“I think I logged onto your laptop and let like a bunch of say yes to the dress and wedding stuff play and then just waited for targeted advertising which did not take long I think maybe two episodes of say yes to the dress I was already getting like jewelry ads. And i saw one for a store not far from us in a little shopping area quite a small independent store that advertised a lot of custom work and I went in and told them the plan and I think I showed them your instagram.”

“Why?”

“I was like, this is her. This is her…. Vibe. make it look like that”

“Maybe it gothy”

“Make it gothy. And vintage. And glamor. What you think Morticia Addams would wear on a red carpet, and we went back and forth with concepts and ideas until we just hit it. They emailed me a random tuesday with a design and I just immediately loved it I told them I adored it, it was perfect immediately start making it. And I then had to figure out how the hell I was gonna do it.”

“Had you not thought about that yet?”

“No. part of me was just like should I just come home with it and be like here picked this up for you”

“I’m very happy you didn’t do that”

“And once it was finished I went and got the ring, and I just threw any ideas I had out the window I was just itching with impatience so on the drive home I booked us a nice dinner came home made up some bullshit about a cheap deal, we got all dressed up I managed to convince you to do your nails which was hard”

“I did think it was weird at the time. But I had no clue”

“So we went off had a nice dinner all the while I’m trying so hard to get on a topic where I can get us over to this like a semi planned speech I had in my head but it just wasn’t working. All the while the ring is like burning a hole in my pocket. We end up leaving the restaurant and going for a little walk in the park and I just blurted it out”

“Very randomly, like we had been talking about grass before,”

“We had, and I just asked ‘Do you wanna marry me?’ and you kinda needed a moment or two so I got down and I offered the ring and rest is history I think”

“Yeah, it was very beautiful” she smiled fixing her ring and giving him a kiss “Without further adieu or wedding video.”

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