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starrvsn · 2 years ago

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` ִ ꔫ ۫ ⊹ W.CLARK ˖ TIL DEATH DO US PART.

pairing: wally clark x fem!reader.

what to know | 80% angst with 20% of fluff, comfort. fic, a pretty sappy ending. i do not own these characters and this is all fiction! — lowercase is intended.

word count: 5,280 (oops)

spoilers: death and characters (also assumptions about characters back story).

☆ on rotation: hate to be lame by lizzie mcapline. lover sung by taylor swift. she was mine by aj rafael. better for you by siaopaolo.

star left a message! my first fic! hope you enjoy and let me know how you felt about it :)

ab. you and wally were inseparable. bared souls to each other but still dancing around the fact of feelings for each other but one night he gathers the courage to tell you how he feels, things don’t go the way he plans and spirals out of control.

1984.

the soft ringing of a phone rouses you awake, your room dark and cool from the gentle breeze coming through the crack in your window. you rub the drowsiness from your eyes before sitting up. glancing at your clock, beside it is the soft yellow landline that rings, a light but repetitive tone. the red glowing numbers reading 11:51 almost made you regret waking up to pick up the phone but the constant ringing means the caller must be persistent to get ahold of you. clearing your throat you pick up the phone, a soft hello emitting from your lips.

“hey sweetheart” you recognize the voice almost immediately, wally clark your best friend since middle school. you two are inseparable, always attached to the hip and despite his reputation, how popular he was. he never let it hinder your relationship. he always joked that you two were high school sweethearts minus the dating part which also always confused people when you had told them you were just friends but your heart hopes, yearns for more.

“hey, did something happen?” there must’ve been a reason why he called you in the first place but he quickly denies:

“oh-oh no, everything is going well… sorry did i wake you?” his voice comes out rushed, as if he’s trying to speed up the conversation. the tone confuses you but you continue.

“not really, i was just trying to fall asleep.” you softly respond. fiddling with the cord, telling him a small white lie but if there was something about wally was that you never wanted him to feel bad at your expense, always saving him the tinge of guilt that affects him more than you thought. he was a soft soul, sensitive but resilient. one of the things that make you more drawn to him. he was someone who made you feel like you had a purpose in life.

“i, i uhm was wondering if you wanted to go for a drive. i-if not thats totally okay!” you can practically hear himself rubbing his neck. a constant habit he had when he was emmbarrased or unsure. you agree almost immediately. hearing the smile plastered on his face, he boasts about having the car for the night so it was the perfect time to make use of it. he promises he’ll come to get you in a few minutes so you rush to get dressed in warmer clothing compared to your sleep wear. as you wait for him, you couldn’t help but feel curious as to why he wanted to take you out at such a late hour. sure he didn’t get the car to himself often but from his tone you couldn’t help but feel something off. ultimately your mind settles on the fact that he just felt spontaneous and just wanted to spend time with your, knowing how the school year just began and he has been busy with the football team and his parents breathing down his neck, so maybe he needed an escape.

minutes pass and you hear the closing of a car door, then rounds of rubble as if someones walking down the side walk. you don’t know how but every time wally comes around, no matter what the sounds are- you always know it’s him and when you confessed this little sense of yours when he let out a boisterous laugh and told you “you have a little part of me then sweetheart.” that made your heart melt. excited, you softly pad down your steps and open the door before he can even let himself in. you had unlocked the door minutes prior to ensure a silent arrival. wally stands still for a few moments. his gaze focusing on your face, your cheeks blush as moments pass and his movement doesn’t change

“uh, earth to wally?” snapping your fingers in front of him, the taller boy jumps back in surprised wondering how you got there so fast, and how you look so effortlessly beautiful at midnight “done gawking yet clark?” laughing, sounding beautiful to his ears he looks away smiling shyly his hand coming up to rub the back of his neck, a repeating his habit. “so where are we going?”becoming the most talkative already, in return there is no response. which is odd coming from you usually commentary filled best friend.

“no hi, how are you? do you not miss me?” lightly shoving his shoulder. you divert the subject to where he could be taking you, the cold air making you shiver as you wait for his response. but instead of giving you one he just leads you to his car across the street, no words exchanged. huffing at the lack of communication you follow him across the street (looking both ways before you cross of course)

the drive to the park is quiet— comfortable silence with the silent play of music fill the air as he drives, you look out the window to stare at the beautiful landscape of the city since wally gives no other form of entertainment to pass time. trying so hard not to stare at him as he drives, you don’t notice obviously since you’re not looking his way but there’s a line of sweat collecting on wally’s hairline but even if you saw you would shrug it off blaming it on his hoodie but no, wally was sweating for a completely different reason. he’s about to change your relationship forever. well, not forever but the outcome can go of two ways, good or bad; with no in-between.

wally clark is going to confess his undying love for you and he feels like he’s gonna throw up from how nervous he is. he didn’t even greet you, that’s how tense he’s feeling he couldn’t even form any coherent word when he saw you, hair ruffled laying in bed with sleepy eyes. it was an image that he wants tattooed on his forehead, dead serious. luckily you didn’t notice how nervous he is because you usually can read him very well additionally, you haven’t asked him anything so he’s relieved to see that nothing he’s done has gotten on your radar yet. well, he didn’t greet you when he picked you up but you just shrugged it off, not thinking to much of it. passing it as oncoming sleepiness from staying up. the ride was filled mostly silence and was also accompanied by mark or your occasion humming, soon you arrive at the park which you immediately recognize as the one where you first met wally, on the swing set late at night when his parent became overbearing. you follow wally out of the car and up a path to a grassy hill out looking the neighborhood and beautiful night sky. he takes a seat and you follow after him, sitting next to him with little space between the two of you.

the scene is quite picturesque, wally wishes he brought his polaroid as he looks up at the stars hoping they’ll talk back to him, talk him out of it or something— maybe some encouragement because he’s been hyping himself up for this moment for so long, okay just for three hours but leading up to this moment he felt like time was moving so slow. the two of you just sit in silence for a while looking at the beautiful night sky until wally speaks up.

“i have something to tell you.” he starts, his voice slightly wavering. you turn immediately to look at him as this is the first thing he’s said to you since he picked you up, a sour feeling rests in your stomach as you process what he said, in fear of hearing what he actually he has to say, you try to figure it out yourself. which you’ll find out yourself was not the greatest idea. sitting up straight you look directly at him with a hand on his shoulder.

“wait don’t tell me, you’re moving? you got early acceptance to ohio state? if so and you’re only telling me now i’m going to murd— or no have you gotten yourself a girlfriend because god knows you nee—“wally shakes his head barely scoffing a laugh.

“no, that is not what i’m gonna tell you! now can you please stop talking? i practiced in front of my mirror for this.” practicing in-front the mirror for what? you tilt your head confused, but turn it upright immediately when another thought comes to mind.

“are you going to show me that stupid dances you’ve been learning because—“

“no! y/n let me say what i need to say before i vomit on your shoes.”

“hold on wha—“

“oh my god y/n! i like you! okay! i like you. god i asked you to not talk and yet you did.”

your heart drops and the sour feeling only heightens. wally on the other hand is frustrated and embarrassed because of your interruptions and his sudden outburst to you. it was uncalled for, he knows. high on his emotions the quarterback stands up from his spot and starts walking down the hill, ruffling his hair in frustration. cheeks red from both embarrassment and the cold. can’t believe you just confessed to her like that! horrible wally clark. now she’s not gonna even want to accept your confession. ‘vomit on your shoes’ what kind of line is that? seriously.

he groans, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he continues down the path. not even bothered to see if you’re following him, he probably just ruined your friendship for life. he’s never going to let himself live this down.

wally is mad at himself, not even you, he’s only a tad bit mad at you for you cutting him off but he’s more mad at himself— he shouldn’t have beaten around the bush, should’ve just told you there and then not have any cheesy climax to it; would’ve gotten it over with quickly. you watch wally walk off while you stay planted in your seat. still processing what happened. wait, wally clark just confessed to you, the man you’ve unknowingly devoted yourself for just confessed and you were interrupting him! what are you doing go after him! y/n go! you scramble from your spot. feeling guilty for cutting him off, you probably sent his confidence down the hill with him. god you felt horrible. “wally! wait!” you call from behind him almost tripping from the decline of the hill but with sportsmen instincts he catches you by your arm. “wally, oh my god. i’m sorry for cutting you off— i’m such a jerk for that.”you say as you pant for breath, your heart racing. you look at his side profile and he’s avoiding your gaze completely, moving his head to look to the side you’re not on. “it’s alright, let me just take you home.” a breath leaves you, take you home? that was the last thing you wanted right now “wally i—“ he cuts you off like you did to him earlier “y/n really, i accept your apology. let me— let me just take you home please.” he is dying from embarrassment at this point, might as well put him out of his misery. “but–“ you start while wally let’s out a hefty sigh and inhales harshly from his nose, rubbing the side of it with his thumb. “y/n can we just forget this all happened? it’s really late i’ll just get you home before anyone realizes your gone.” his tone is distant and really pulls at your heart strings, you didn’t want to forget about this, well some parts of it you wanted to remember like him confessing to you! but you didn’t mean to make him upset; he probably is thinking the worse right now and it’s all because of you, it’s all your fault.

you don’t say another word as you nod when wally briefly glances at you, his light touch on your arm leaves as he continues his walk to the car park. you follow behind quietly, guilt eating you up as you look at wally posture slump as he walks, he’s head hung low. looking small— all because of you.

the drive back to your house was even worse, it was quiet. no music no humming, nothing. just silence— you wanted to say something make it right again but you were afraid to worsen his mood more than you’ve already done. no farewells are exchanged when wally arrives in front of your home, he wanted to say something, anything but he just let the opportunity pass. although, just as you’re about to close the door, he murmurs a soft good night that you wish he could tell you looking in your eyes but instead his eyes stay downcast on the steering wheel. he doesn’t leave right away, he waits until you’re safely inside your house and then some more. he throws his head back wallowing in his emotions, he wished the earth would just swallow him up. when you get into your room, you peak through your blinds and see that wally is still there, you watch as he sits there, eyes closed and head back then he hits the wheel of his car a few times eliciting a gasp from you, feeling more guilty. eventually watching him depart from your street.

wally clark was avoiding you, you knew that much. after what happened that night wally began acting like you didn’t exist– as if you weren’t his best friend; as if he didn’t confess his feelings for you— which you’ve been thinking about for the last few days. it hurts, that wally’s acting so distant. he’s been hanging out with his jock friends— but you can tell his mood isn’t the same. usually preppy and extraverted, practices consuming his time and plans that pop out of thin air that keeps him busy so he doesn’t have to think about what happened with you, to distract him. you’ve tried calling him but it’s all been sent to voicemail or his mother ends up answering the phone, you could tell but it hasn’t been to easy for wally either. he feels like a dick for being this way after what happened but he’s just not ready to face you— face you’re rejection, face the embarrassment, face the spot in his heart for you that he now has to make disappear. he’s just not ready.

this whole wally avoiding you thing has gone longer than you both had expected— you, you were counting the days until wally spoke to you again and honestly you are becoming more concerned with how this is dragging out. you miss your best friend for goddess sake! you miss his corny jokes, his contagious laughter, his habit of running his hands through his had, how excited he gets when he see’s dogs on the street. you just miss him... you miss everything about him, your constant now gone. unfortunately you never end up getting the time to talk to him and by now its been months, now the homecoming game you plan on talking to him after the game. no excuses, no if, ands or buts can interfere with the dire need of bringing him back to you.

the chilly air nips at your cheeks as you stand in the bleachers watching the game. you were never a sports fan especially for football but when your best friend’s whole personality is devoting himself to the sport— not even for him but for his family, you had no choice but getting yourself used to the sport. you went to every game, however far it was you went. distance didn’t hinder your support for him. the game feels aching long and the constant cheering from both schools make it hard for you to focus, you just wanted things to be okay with him. you didn’t want to keep this cold war between the two of you.

now in the second half, you watch from the stands as wally takes a seat onto the metal bench. his mother right behind him. the conversation must be tense because as soon as the finish speaking. he’s up on his feet again. your chest tightening at the thought of how much pressure he’s under right now. you hold your breath as you watch wally catch the ball, running towards the the five yard line when a linebacker runs straight into him, tackling him— wally breaking his fall. you let out a shuttering breath as you watch him, your best friend lie there on the field and it feels as if time stops; you stand on the bleachers in disbelief. praying to some higher up that he’s okay and just being dramatic before getting up like he always does… but that never happens. all air is taken from your chest as you dreadfully walk down the bleachers, hoping this was some sick dream you were bound to wake up from. clamors of terror and commotion fill the stadium as the beloved football player is declared dead on the field. tears are streaming down your face, watching his body being carried in a black body bag that he would’ve joked about it being a tacky way of being taken out.. but theres no room for that you’ve never felt so empty, so helpless as you do in this moment. now never being able to accept is confession, apologize, make a amends. there was no future for you without him.

all wally can see is black, a dark abyss that consumes his vision as he feels weightless, as if he isn’t in his body. an out of body experience that he hopes to recover from. that he’s just in a coma and he’ll be reunited with you and tell you all the things he didn’t get to tell you sooner. his mind is consumed by the thought of you, even before the accident he wanted to see you, talk to you, hold you in his arms but when he opens his eyes he’s greeted by the bright lights of the football field. being completely alone in the stadium. still in his uniform. he sits up dazed and confused. he feels fine, if anything he feels like a whole new person as if he’s been given a second chance in living but what he’ll soon to find out, its not in the way he thinks. he feels a bit light headed as he stands and his eyes immediately landing on a figure when he had thought he was alone. he shouts to get their attention to no avail, confused; he continues to shout walking closer to them. as he gets closer he realizes it’s you with your head in your hands and yours shoulders shaking as you wail to your hearts content. he calls out to you, at first soft but then more desperate as you don’t hear him. he feels frustrated as tears of his own stream down his face.

he cries “yn, sweetheart please, please.” his chest tightening at the sounds of your crying. pleading, begging. a mantra repeating under his breath. he doesn’t want this to be it, to be over for him, for you. he can’t lose you. he doesn’t know where he is, how he got here and he especially doesn’t understand why you can’t hear or see him. if this what death is like he thinks he landed in hell.

wally doesn’t notice the man standing by the entrance. the man that he’ll soon find out is a guide into understanding what exactly is happening and coming to terms with the fact that he’s dead and will never be able to live the life he wanted with you. instead he’ll watch you grow without him as he’ll stay forever eighteen.

‘wallowing wally’ is the nickname rhonda had come up for him. jason chides rhonda for picking on the mourning boy but she insists it was to lighten the mood, the outcome being the complete opposite. when he was first introduced to the group he was quiet, timid, distant. the others understood the feelings and recent thoughts about the afterlife at split river and had assumed he would grow out of it. but no, it continues and rhonda’s continuous jokes about his behavior being the complete opposite to the boisterous quarterback he once was— but that guy since died along with his corpse. he’s now just a shell of who he was.

it was hard for him to watch you at first, he didn’t see you for weeks after his death but when you finally came back to school. you were an entirely different person; you looked paler, bags under your eyes, lifeless as you walked down the halls with soft murmurs about your appearance as you walk by. his heart shatters into pieces watching you, sitting alone during breaks. staring into space during class completely dissociative during class. you distanced yourself from your peers and never responded when someone gave you condolences about your best friend, just nodding then walking away. your were mourning the death of him and he couldn’t handle watching it. you’re hurting at his expense and it’s breaking his already shattered heart that can’t be mended.

so he distanced himself from you. like he did at the end of his life, he couldn’t bare to see you hurt so he spent most of his days on the rooftop. only coming down for snacks or to catch up with the others but then back at his spot. never going to group because he didn’t want to talk about it. how a little of guilt sits in him everyday watching you mourn for him. days blur by and eventually wally extends to the stadium— he’s bitter, yes that he died during a game, without a fight but it was easier for him to get over compared to you. he will never get over you. he takes his time walking onto the field, closer he sees the memorial left for him. his picture surrounded by candles, flowers, notes and other things left by other students. he’s consumed by the notes and messages his peers left him that he doesn’t realize jason joining him.

“wally” he calls, the boy turns with his hands shoved in his varsity jacket. looking over at the latter with a questioning look. watching the male with his hand over his face shielding him from the sun.

“there’s something i think you wanna see.” as much as he doesn’t want to follow jason or be lead into his trap of being forced into group he couldn’t help the feeling of interest that fills him. as expected they’re towards the gym and as wally is about to protest jason interjects with strong statements about something being there for him. for the first time wally feels hopeful, that something happened— miraculously. he follows jason into the gym. the sight of the circle of chairs in the corner of the gym prominent in his vision but now he sees an extra person taking up another seat. he wasn’t aware that another death had happened at the school and if there was he would’ve been there. heard the sounds of death within the walls. he gets closer and closer, expectant of what jason kept hyping him up about. he’s about to inquire what it is when his eyes land on you. sitting in his seat, he stares at you in disbelief. you dont notice him at first and he takes is as a time to take up you appearance. one that he hasn’t seen in a while.

you look healthier, definitely healing from the homecoming game. you’re wearing a stripped sweater he had lent you, slightly oversized and a pair of dark wash jeans and your beat up converse. the only piece sticking out from your ensamble was the beige apron, stained with clay. it’s quiet around the group before mr. martian walks inside greeting the others.

“wally finally joining us i see.” that name catches your attention. you look up from the gym floor to your recently deceased best friend. your breath hitched, blood running cold, were your eyes deceiving you? you had just seen him died moths ago, the vision still etched in your mind and now suddenly he’s standing in front of you like he’s fine. you think your gonna throw up. wally never expected for his to happen, he didn’t expect for you to react by running out of the gym with your hand over your mouth… it was all to much but the feeling in his heart makes him run after you. he doesn't know where you went at first but the rounds of retching in the girls bathroom makes him suspect that you’re in there.

“sweetheart, i know you’re in there and i’m not gonna go in there… for obvious reasons but i-i just want to talk.” wally runs his hand over his face, feeling stupid for what he just said. he had such a habit for blabbering even if it was a serious situation. still he just can’t believe you can see him, as much as he wanted to know how you dies; he pushes that thought to the back of his mind, his main focus was making things right with you. he stands by the door waiting for you to finish. he can hear the toilet flushing, then the stall door and the faucet running. his nerves are through the roof as he hears you footsteps come closer. he calls out your name softly as you walk out, ready to be on his knees begging you to forgive him, for what he did, ignoring you for so long, not giving you the time of day. he’s ready for you to yell and shout at him, slap him if you wanted to. he was ready for it. instead, the second you walk out you pull him into a tight hug. noticing the absence of your apron, shoving that thought behind. he bends over a bit to accommodate the height difference. he immediately wraps his arms around you, relishing in your body heat. he’d missed you so much that he almost forgot what it felt like to be in your presence but now that you’re here, there’s no need to worry for that anymore. the hug lasts for a while and soon the wet feeling of tears coat wally’s neck and varsity jacket as you silently cry into his shoulder. he soothingly rubs your back and gently rocking you back and forth, trying his best to comfort you while not trying to cry himself. your knees buckle and he easily catches you, whispering soft nothings to you. it takes you sometime to calm down. nevertheless he waits. listening to your cries become softer, hiccuping for breath as you slowly depart from him.

"i missed you." you tremble in a whisper. he gives you a sad smile cupping your cheek in his hand, gently swiping your tears away.

"i missed you too, sweetheart. fresh tears form on your waterline, eyebrows scrunched you grasp his face, pulling him into a kiss. he's astounded, the feeling of your lips on his was one he dreamt about for years, now here it is and he's standing there like an idiot not kissing you back. his grasps at your waist, the kiss is different from any he's never experienced. it's slow and passionate. you've been yearning for each other for years, dancing around the potential of where your relationship can go. you're tired of waiting even after death. you relish in the way you lips feel on his after feeling so lost without him with all that emotion you’ve bottled up when you realize that you're in love with him. words cannot express how much he has an affect of you and he can say the same thing about you. you both pull away a little breathless. you've been waiting to do that for years and wally is a bit envious that you beat him to it. your foreheads are pressed softly together, just standing in each others presence. it's a soft, intimate moment.

"i thought i was never going to see you again." you begin looking into wally's eyes. he tucks a piece of hair behind your ear, urging you to continue. “i thought i would've never be able to tell you how i feel. i-i was going to tell you after the football game but... you know.” wally stiffens, he can only assume what you'll say next but whether you break his heart of make his dreams come true. his feelings for you won't change.

“wally, you mean so much to me. you're my rock, always there for me when i need you. no matter what is it— if it was helping me pick out outfits when you hate to shop or picking me up from a disastrous date. i didn't know what it would be like to live without you until it actually happened. i felt lost, i felt like i didn't have a purpose without you. like a part of me died when you did. you give me direction, a purpose. wally clark, i love you. i love everything about you. you're little habits, the things you hate about yourself i love it all." tears are free falling again when you finish and wally's eyes are blurred with tears as he looks at you with all the love and adoration in the world. he lets out a laugh and your face almost twists into hurt when he immediately brings you close by the waist, standing at full height. he reassures you almost immediately.

"stealing my thunder again huh sweetheart?" he jokes, a smile on his face. it's hard to stay mad at him, especially with that face— trying your best to keep a stoic face while he speaks. "i was supposed to say it first." he pouts. and you shake your head, a smile peeking from your lips but you remain. he brings his hand to cup your cheek and the other on the small of your back. "but i couldn't have said it better than you. you're the only one i think understands me the best, you see right through me and can tell if i'm having a bad day or hiding something. you supported me through my football career especially when my parents seemed like they cared more about the sport than their own son. you defend me, protect me— even though i feel like i should be doing that with you. you make me feel special. i love you and i always wanted to tell you that. no matter what you do, make me sad or mad. i'll always love you."

you flush at his words, feeling small in his embrace. your feelings have never felt so strong and it honestly felt a little overwhelming, but seeing the smile on his face eases you. you lean into his touch, your throat tightening at the new thoughts looming your mind.

"what if i'm not good enough for you.” your voice comes out strained, strong with emotion. he interjects immediately. insisting that there was no one else out that that could change his mind. you were it for him. he pours his heart out to you and you the same. a smile graces you face and wally swears his heart melts. he'll do anything to protect that smile on your face til the day he dies... again.

"it's me and you against the world, sweetheart." he kisses the crown of your head, taking your hand and pulling you down the hall. maybe death isn’t so bad after all.

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areallyyellowmango · 2 years ago

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An AU where Duck makes it to season 4 with Clem and becomes the annoying big brother she never had

Hello whatever is left of the TWDG fandom in 2023, I missed y'all! Figured I'd post some new drawings I made for this old Duck survives AU of mine here as well because I'm back in my TWDG era. Been posting these on Reddit but I figured what the hell, might as well revive my years old Tumblr where this AU started after all.

Anyway, I just think it'd be neat to see him survive and how he'd turn out as an adult and seeing him and Clem co-parent AJ (but not in a mom and dad kinda way, more like mom and dumb-but-cool Florida man uncle way).

#twdg #the walking dead game #twdg clementine #twdg duck #twdg violet #twdg brody #twdg s4 #twdg the final season #twdg kenny #duck survives au #still my favorite thing to draw about this game ngl #the walking dead #twdg aj #twdg louis #twdg marlon

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multiversxwhore · 10 months ago

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Baby By Me—Jey Uso

Pairing: Jey Uso x Mavis Pete (Black!Oc)

Word Count: 3k

Theme: friends to lovers

Warning: not edited.

A/n: listen listen listen, at first I was like “Jey Uso? ion see it” but under further inspection…well here we are lol. Anywho I think him becoming solo was the best thing for him, and I can absolutely see him being wwe champion in the future. I hope y’all enjoy, my brain worked over time to type this, literally did it all today. Also s/o AJ Lee she’s one of my favorite female wrestlers of all time. Please reblog, like, and leave comments✨🤍

Rhea and I had been going in this match for almost forty-five minutes, forty-five minutes of beating the absolute fuck out of each other. She picked me, twisting my limps into position for yet another body breaking Riptide. Lifting me high above her head, and holding me there to show off her strength. I couldn’t help but let out a bit of laughter as I peaked up to take a look at the crowd. Just as we wanted, they were all in, standing, shouting, and cheering. All eyes were on us. ‘We got you now fuckers’ was my last thought before Rhea sent me damn near through the mat. I laid there temporarily resting as she had her moment, Rhea let out a scream so thunderous the people in the parking lot probably heard her.

“You thought you could hang with me? You are nothing!” She spits at me, dropping to her knees, and putting her weight on me, going for the cover. Her breathing was almost as heavy as mine; she had been throwing me around for five minutes straight, and I am by no means a lightweight.

“Did you see their faces?” I mumbled to her, the ref counted two, but I was able to get my shoulder up before the count of three. She slumped over me, a body language of defeat, and disbelief. It was meant as a smile, but the way her lips pulled back showing her teeth made her look more deranged than anything.

“Eating out the palm of our hands babe.” She chuckled deeply, I sucked in as much oxygen for the time I’m allotted, but when Rhea roughly grabbed onto my arms it was go time.

“I cannot believe the fight we are seeing here tonight from these two ladies tonight! They’ve both given us almost everything they have in their arsenal, and what a show it has been!” Michael Cole shouts from the commentators table, he, and Wade Barret watched closely. Their eyes on every single move the two superstars made in the ring.

“You said it Cole, almost everything, but she’s not done yet! Mavis Pete isn’t done, she’s got gas left in the tank, and as Thee Hot Girl herself says ‘It ain’t over till I say it’s over’ and— OH A HUGE POWERBOMB FROM MAVIS!” Wade shouted, jumping to his feet, his hand across his heart in shock.

“My goodness! Rhea isn’t the only woman here tonight with the strength of the gods! And she’s not done, what more could either of these ladies have to give?” They watched closely.

Rhea was beginning to recover as she slowly pulled herself off the mat, this wouldn’t be the finish anyone expected. You’d be a fool to think Rhea would get caught up in a pin, so we went the opposite direction. I ran up to her off the ropes, she caught me in a front facing hold trying to German Suplex me, but I countered pushing her away. She bounced into the ropes, caught me again, I twisted around her torso, wrapping my legs around her waist, and stretching back her arm.

“OH MY GOD BLACK WIDOW! What a call back to her mentor AJ Lee!” Wade said boisterously, Rhea screeched in pain as Mavis pulled back on her arm officially locking it into place. Just when Rhea seemed like she was going to break free, Mavis lifted her leg to enclose it around the women’s champion, ultimately blocking off her breathing.

“THIS IS IT WADE! THIS IS IT, RHEA’S HAND IS RAISED—SHE'S FADING!” Michael screamed excitedly, he was now out of his chair. The crowd was in a frenzy, mixed response, but a single person was sitting.

Rhea had dropped down to her knees, her breathing ragged, and though her body had relaxed drastically I refused to let go of my hold. The referee called to Rhea, but she didn’t respond. He lifted her arm to check for consciousness, when he let it go, her arm dropped, and immediately the ref called for the bell. The sound of the crowd was deafening, if there was a roof it'd be blown off for sure.

“SHE DID IT! MAVIS WON THE GOLD, AND MADE HER CLAIM AS ONE OF THE GREATEST TO EVER DO IT RIGHT HERE AT SUMMER SLAM!” Wade Barret, and Micheal Cole stood to their feet, a standing ovation from the commentary.

It didn’t feel real, even when they put the title in my hand, and released the purple confetti to match my colors, it felt like a dream. Fireworks went off, and my music hit. My heart felt full of emotions I haven’t even processed yet.

“YEAHHHHHH! LETS FUCKING GO! I TOLD YALL!” I screamed, I climbed to the second turnbuckle, and showed off my gold to the crowd. The crowd and I were celebrating for at least two to three more minutes after we went off air. Then I made my way up the ramp, and to the back where I was surprised by all my friends, Banica, Liv, Nia, and Shotzi. Hunter stood off to the side letting the girls and I have our moment as they embraced me in a group hug.

“You better be coming out tonight champ.” Banica hugged me the tightest, I winced in pain, but I didn’t pull away. The love was enough to make my heart explode, and I wouldn’t have asked for a better way to go.

“Duh! Don’t worry about me, y’all fine ass’ better be there when I show up.” I said throwing an arm around Liv who embraced me wrapping her arms around my torso losely.

“Sorry to interrupt ladies, just wanna congratulate you Mavis, that was a phenomenal show you and Rhea put together. You did amazing, enjoy yourself tonight, you earned it.” Hunter took my unoccupied hand in his, his expression reflected that of a proud father. I felt like I hadn't thanked him enough for pairing me with AJ Lee when I first got to Florida. The corners of my mouth turned upward into a tight lipped smile as I tried to keep the tears from flowing.

“Hey, we’ll catch you at the hotel then we’ll ride together.” Nia squeezed my shoulder lovingly, and the other girls all waved their goodbyes. Hunter nodded his head, gave me a pat on the shoulder, and left me be. Some of the officials scattered around directing where to load the crates and equipment into. A few of them stopped to congratulate me, and we exchanged pleasantries. I got changed into a matching sweats set, gathered my things, and made my way out to my Uber. I finally got a chance to look at my phone on the way back to the hotel, the notifications didn’t end, but a few in particular from April made my night more than anything.

April🕷️: YOU DECIDED TO USE MY SUBMISSION AS THE FINISH?! 🥹👉🏽👈🏽

Mavis🔥: Of course! That was all you baby! ✨❤️

April🕷️: 😭 All your hard work paid off, I told you! Congratulations! 🎉🍾🎊

She was right, I trained my ass off for six months straight, even though I felt like that still wasn’t enough, but I’m grateful for all the improvement.

Liv stood on the couch of the VIP section, bubbling with excitement as I stood with the bottle of Don Julio. Music loud and bumping in the background, “Liv Morgan, I now dub you, ‘Hottie of The Month’ as I crescent you with the Don.” Liv tilted her head back, her hands held onto my hips so she wouldn’t tip over seeing as she already had a few shots before I got here. The section was crowded with WWE superstars, some of which I haven’t talked to, but they were having a good time. My eyes flickered over Livs shoulder, Jey was standing at a distance chatting it up with Shotzi, and her husband. He must have felt my gaze because the second my eye landed on him, he was looking up at me. His lips parted from laughing at something Shotzi said, ‘Have a baby by me baby, be a millionaire.’ The music snapped me out of my haze, “Ayeee!” Goosebumps pricked my skin as a strong hit of dopamine released, my hips swayed on beat, and soon enough I was surrounded by my girls. Shotzi had run over to join the dance circle, Liv jumped in front of me, ass perked up, and threw booty in a circle on me.

I held onto her hips grinding on her like I was her man. I'm sure the pictures will surface tomorrow, but we’ve been friends so long, we mine as well have been in a relationship. The music cut momentarily as the DJ came over the speakers, “Aye shout out to Cali’s very own, and new WWE champion Main Event Jey Uso!” ‘USSSOOOO’ His entrance music blasted throughout the club. The vip section shouted simultaneously, I took my heels off, and got on top of the couch. “AYE MAIN EVENT JEY USO IS IN YO CITYYY!” I looked over to Jey who was now grinning from ear to ear, a glint of desire in his eyes as he made his way over to my section.

“Wassup champ!” I greeted him excitedly, he embraced me in a polite side hug, he threw his duces up to someone behind me, but all of my attention was on him.

“I’m not the only one in the building, you got your gold too! He shouted over the music, I flicked my hair over my shoulder, his infectious energy affecting me, and causing a smile of my own to turn upward onto my lips. His eyes drop to my mouth, he leans in to get a closer look, I let out a giggle taking a half step back.

“What you looking at?” My hand pressed against his chest lightheartedly to keep him from coming any closer than he was.

“Damn girl, those real diamonds in there?” He asked playfully, I’d be a liar if I said me getting a grill wasn’t because of Jey. My weight shifted from one hip to the other, my finger playing with the Cuban link chain around his neck.

“Of course they are! I had to ice myself out so I could be cool like you, Main Event Jey.” I said melodically, his tongue flicked out to wet his lips, he smiled boyishly, but he didn’t know how to rebuttal to that. My heart was thudding in my chest, I wasn’t ever expecting to get this far, usually we keep it light at work, or when we’re around friends. Tonight was a different vibe, as I was clearly feeling myself. “Do you wanna be blessed by me?” I asked, my voice too low for the loud music, and the even louder party goers. He leaned in closer tilting his head down, his hand coming around me, and pressing to my lower back.

“Would you like me to bless you…with the Julio?” I offered, repeating again. My hand grasped his bicep gently, our faces inches apart, and I could hear Banica and Liv cat calling us in the background.

“Oh yea, let’s do it! Pour it up!” He smiled showing all his teeth, the flashing lights of the club hitting his silver bottom grillz, and jewelry making it glint. He held out his red solo cup, I’m not even sure where he got that from, but I laughed taking the cup from his hand.

“No no baby, come stand here…” I guided him over to the couch that occupied a few superstars, I couldn’t make out at the moment, on the opposite end. I carefully climbed up, with his help of course, I held onto his shoulder with one hand. Jey’s hands held me by the hips to keep me from teetering over, and ultimately falling on my ass. “For the second time tonight, we have another enteree into the Hottie club, ladies and gentlemen! Jey Uso!” My hand held onto his chin tilting his head back, his gaze locked on me as I carefully poured into his mouth. He swallowed the liquor down begrudgingly, he grunted, and flexed his muscles with his unoccupied arm. ‘Taykeith fuck these niggas up! SKEEYEE!’ Sexyy Red blasted through the speakers, anyone who was previously sitting popped up, and instantly started to act a fool. “IF YOU SEE ME AND YOU TRYNNA SEE WASSUP!” I shouted as loudly as I could, my arms up, waving up, and down signaling the crowd to bop like Jey did two weeks ago on Monday Night Raw. “SKEEYEE!” They responded back, following my lead, a whole sea of people bouncing with me, I looked down at him, and to my surprise he’s still holding onto me like I was already his. “HE WANNA FUCK WITH ME THEN IMMA HAVE HIM STUCK!” I poked my tongue out at him, I jumped down from the couch, my arms loosely looped around his neck. “I’m gonna go step out for a min, need some air.” I said, my lips close to his air, and fanning my face with my hand. While everyone was busy dancing, and guzzling shots I took him by the hand to sneak away.

The transition from the stuffy night club air, to the cool breeze of the California summer evening, gave me a slight chill at first. He took a look at me, stepped closer to me, and wrapped an arm around my shoulder. I scooted closer into him, the thin lace of my outfit doing nothing to help keep me warm. I looked up at him from underneath his muscular arms. I noticed how his tribal tattoo peaked out from underneath his shirt, and snaked up his neck. “Did I tell you how good you look tonight?” The smile never left his lips, his cologne smells warm, and spicy. I’ve worked with him for a little over two years, but at this proximity, his energy was dizzying. He wasn’t looking at me, but rather straight ahead to the buildings bunched up along the street across from us. He had a faraway gaze in his eyes, maybe thinking of some memory that I’m not privy to.

“Not enough.” I purred, my arm wrapped around the back of him, and the other resting on his chest. His gaze shifted to me, brown eyes full of lust, and taking in my features.

“I see you all the time, from a distance I be thinking like…damn she fine–” he started, but I couldn’t help it. I burst out into laughter as I wasn’t expecting him to say that at all, or confess in the way he did. He’s always had me in stitches though, that’s the first thing that attracted me to him. He slightly let’s go of me, his eyes brows pinched

“Why are you laughing, I am serious. I said, my oh my Mavis lookin fine today. Like gah damn Mavis be lookin good every day, I wonder if that’s exhausting?” He chuckled lightly, my own laughter had simmered to a giggle, but as realization dawned on me I slapped him on the chest.

“How come you never said anything!”

“Because, all that beauty intimidated me a little, and you always surrounded by your little girl friends.” He spoke truthfully, I was shocked by this revelation, and here I thought this whole time it was just me being shy.

“Well I’m all by myself now…” My voice came out as a whisper, chewing on my bottom lip, without hesitation he pressed his lips to mine. Both our arms wrapped around each other, my fingers playing with his curly hair, and it’s softer than I imagined. I moaned into his mouth letting his tongue in to caress me, he tasted like alcohol. Butterflies fluttered in the pit of my stomach when his hand trialed down from my back to my ass. I gripped his hair pulling on it lightly causing him to groan. I broke the kiss first since my lungs needed air, a trail of spit dropped from us, and down my chin. “Jey.” I whined, a puddle of wetness gathering between my thighs, he took my cries as a sigh to continue his assault. His lips trailing kisses from my chin to the crook of my neck, and down to my collarbone sucking on the skin.

“Mavis we—oh! Oop sorry, sorry.” Liv's voice came from behind us, I nearly jumped out of my skin, getting caught up with Jey made me forget we were standing on the streets of LA. People scattered up, and down the block. The loud bumping music spilling from inside the club, into the streets. I turned to her, hand to my chin trying to clear Jey, and I’d mixed saliva from my chin. Her eyes wide with shock at first till she saw who I was locking lips with, then her eyelids lowered, a teasing smirk spread across her face. I could feel his hand squeezing my hip. If I knew anything about Jey from our time as friends, he could be more reserved about certain things.

“Damn it, I owe Nia $50 dollars.” Liv sucked her teeth, Jey and I looked at her in disbelief. She shrugged her shoulders shamelessly, I sighed out a much needed breath. My eyes flickered over to him, then to Liv who looked at me expectantly.

“We’re all kinda smashed, Banica said she wasn’t feeling well, we need a designated driver. Pretty please, I’ll owe a big favor.” She pleaded, her big blue eyes, she pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose, and blinked twice for extra measure.

“Hey, go ahead and take care of your friends…I can catch you later.” Jey and I unraveled ourselves from each other, and had enough distance between the two of us. We had created so much body heat that a thin shine of sweat had recollected between my breasts. I leaned up on my tiptoes, and planted a chaste kiss on his cheek which brought a big grin to his lips. My hand lingers on his shoulder as I let Liv pull me away, and back into the club.

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skyguys-princess · 7 months ago

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Way Down We Go

AJ x Private Security/Crime family reader

「 You 」

I sat up on the rooftop of the building next door of the club my brother was currently at. With his friends… If you could call them that. More like work acquaintances, without the work. His little thief friends, Takers. Is what they call themselves, the dorks.

Was I spying on my brother? Sure. But in all fairness, he isn’t always a good judge of character. Hence why I’m here now. Because the knuckle head and his stupid plans are going to be the death of me.

I pull up my laptop, that had been running background checks on my brothers new crew. Alderige, Alexander James. Cute… perhaps my brother doesn’t have bad taste after all-

Ping!

I jolt, picking up my phone hastily. To see a notification from my brother, speak of the devil.

Thorn in my side

Need help.

No hi how r u?

Usually u leave me on read. Anyway hurry up and get ur ass here. We r waiting.

And where would here be exactly? And whose ‘we?’

Christ how dumb do you think I am? Actually don’t answer that.

I snicker at his response, before typing mine.

Fine, I’ll be there. Tell ur boy band I’ll be there soon.

Thx sis x

eww don’t ever call me ‘sis’ again

ok… sis

I leave him on read, maybe he does have a point. Chucking all my equipment back into my duffle bag, slinging it over my shoulder. Making my way to the stairs as I head to the club my brother and the rest of the Takers were at.

「 Narrator 」

Meanwhile…

Aj was lounging on one of the various couches while Gordon and your brother, Alec were discussing the plan for the upcoming heist. Though he appeared to be in a world of his own, Aj was paying more attention than it seemed.

He visibly perked up after hearing your name, he knew Alec had a big family. He’d mentioned it before, from your two other sisters. Him, your parents and obviously your dog named Flash. But he never mentioned you, at least never around Aj. He couldn’t help the curiousness that crept up inside of him, Gordon was usually very picky about allowing outsiders into their plans.

So what was so special about you?

Aj jolts after taking an elbow to the ribs, grimacing at the feeling. “Have you been listening to anything I’ve said for the past hour?” John asks annoyed, though a small smile tugs at the blond mans lips. Not at all surprised by Aj’s brazen behaviour.

Aj picks up his fedora that had fallen to the floor, smoothing his hair back. Before placing it back on his head, “yeah man of course.” His gaze averts to John. His friend’s face held a look of disbelief, busted.

John chuckles at Aj’s obvious distraction. “You might wanna be a little less obvious when your eavesdropping man.” He grins, leaning back against the lounge. Crossing his arms over his muscular chest. The muscle of his biceps straining against the sleeves of his shirt.

Aj lets out a huff, “no clue what you’re on about man.” Trying to dismiss John’s eavesdropping accusation against him.

John raises a brow in amusement, clearly not believing a word that came out of Aj’s mouth. “Yeah, whatever you say.” He smirks, before standing up. Heading over to Gordon and Alec, giving Aj a teasing wink. Who just gave John a playful glare in response, before slumping back in his seat. Crossing his arms over his chest in annoyance. Looking like a toddler throwing a tantrum, making John chuckle.

While the Takers were distracted you managed to sneak in through the back entrance. Watching as they all bickered amongst themselves, oblivious to your presence. You decided to remain undetected for now, placing your duffle bag down on the countertop of the bar. Heading behind it to make yourself a drink.

Grabbing a cold martini glass, pouring in a shot of vodka. Filling the rest up with cranberry juice, before topping it off with three maraschino cherries. Hopping up, you sit on top of the bar. Cross legged, siping on your vodka cranberry. While looking through the blueprints of the bank someone had so callously left on the bar countertop.

Hearing the faint sound of heels clicking you turn your head. Lilli approached the bar, jumping slightly as she made eye contact with you. Sitting there sipping on your cocktail, the blueprints laid across your lap. Her jump scared expression making you giggle, she placed a hand over her heart. A smile tugging on her lips. “Hi,” you whisper.

“Hello,” she replies. Her voice soft, as her kind eyes bored into yours. She moved towards the counter, extending your hand for support. She takes it, propping herself up on the counter beside you. “I’m Lilli, and you are?”

You give her hand you were holding a shake. “Y/n, nice to meet you.” You see her eyes avert to the blueprints on your lap. “Wanna see?” She nods enthusiastically, making you chuckle softly in response to her enthusiasm. Picking up the blueprints, holding them out in front of both your faces.

“What are you doing here?” Lilli asks curiously, while scanning the blueprints.

“Alec asked me to come,” you shrug nonchalantly. Pointing at the best points of entry on the blueprints.

“How do you know Alec?” She asks, while you take another sip of your cocktail.

“He’s my brother,” you pick up a maraschino cherry. Popping it into your mouth.

Her eyes widen in obvious surprise, “Alec is your brother?”

“Unfortunately,” you grin playfully. “Speaking of which…” you pause, turning to face the group. That were still engrossed in conversation. “Earth to boy band can we get this show on the road? I have shit to do.” You raise your voice loud enough to grab their attention.

Watching in amusement as their heads snap in your direction, fast enough that they could’ve gotten whiplash. Making you and Lilli laugh, “so oblivious.” She chuckles.

Looking through the group, you see John’s familiar face. “Johnny boy, long time no see.” A soft blush adorns his cheeks in embarrassment.

“Huh?” The blonde man beside him, looks at him bewildered. Which you recognised to be Aj. John just looks back at you and chuckles.

“Y/n, good to see you again.” He waves, as Aj mutters something under his breath. Though your attention is pulled away by a soft tap on your shoulder. You turn to see Lilli with a sheepish smile on her face.

“Can you make me one of those?” She ask hesitantly pointing at the drink in your hand, making a smile tug at your lips.

“Of course,” you slide off the countertop. To behind the bar, hearing someone clear their throat. You look up, meeting the familiar hazel eyes of your brother. “Hey big bro.”

“I didn’t ask you to come over so you could drink.” He quips, with a sly smirk tugging at his lips. Causing you to narrow your eyes at him playfully.

“Well I was bored,” you retort. Ruffling his dark hair, making him let out an annoyed grunt.

Lilli leans a little closer to the both of you. “To be fair, she was sitting here for a while. Not that you guys noticed.” She added in your defence, as you mixed up the vodka cranberry.

“Do you want the cherries?” You ask, raising a brow. She nods in response, “yes ma’am.” You say with a salute. Making her let out a soft giggle.

Alec clicks his fingers in front of your face trying to get your attention, “uh hello? Back on topic please.” Making you roll your eyes at his behaviour.

“You’re so dramatic big bro, relax. Take a breather,” you tease. Hearing a chuckle from behind Alec, then a mop of blond hair peeking through. A big toothy grin on his face, as he steps to the side of Alec. In front of you, holding out his hand. Gently taking yours, bringing it to his soft lips.

Placing a gentle kiss on your knuckles, “it’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Aj.”

A soft chuckle befalling your lips, amused by his irregular behaviour. “Let me guess, you have a thing for the Godfather?” You tease, looking up at his fedora. Alec’s hand immediately shoots to his mouth, muffling his snort. Aj bites his bottom lip gently, giving your hand a soft squeeze. Before you pull it out of his grip, popping the cherries into Lilli’s drink. Sliding it over to her, she whispers a ‘thank you.’

“I do actually, have you watched it?” He leans onto the bar, practically looming over you. The low lighting in the room reflecting off his blond hair. Making him look almost… angelic. Though his playful smirk suggested otherwise.

“No, though if you like that thing you should come to our family reunions. The resemblance is impeccable,” you quip. A wheezy laugh erupting from Alec. Aj seemed undeterred from his friends reaction, leaning even closer. His long lean fingers gently brushing a strand of hair out your face, tucking it behind your ear. With the utmost gentleness, as if you were made of porcelain. His eyes so transfixed on his movements, it was like he was in a trace. So were you, not that you’d admit it. Alec and Lilli observed quietly, aware of the tension. Eyeing the display of affection with curiousness. It was no secret that Aj was a flirt, but this was something that even your brother hadn’t witnessed from him. After a moment you pull back snapping yourself out of your trance like state, withdrawing from his gentle caress. Clearing your throat, “well… Let’s get on with it. We have a lot to do.”

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schemmentis · 6 months ago

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La Cosa Nostra - Pt. 14

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11 / Part 12 / Part 13

Cowritten w/ @janeyseymour

@janeyseymour's evil is keeping y'all guessing. Mine is making y'all wait for parts to be posted. Sorry not sorry. Love you ;)

Summary: Tensions and the disagreement between you and Melissa rise...

WC: 2k

You do your best to hide the absolute rage that you’re feeling from your girls, sat together at your regular table in the corner, but you're pissed. The longer you sit in the restaurant trying to watch after the twins as your wife is in the back, it brews- not just over the fact that she would make this decision essentially over your own head, but that she would draw your girls into the life- even just this little amount that they have no idea about. It was rule number one from the start: business never comes home. Not after Mickey. Yet here home was, sitting right in the middle of business.

“Yes, sweetheart, that's a zebra you're coloring…purple. Great job, á storin.” You murmur as you glance at a haphazardly colored page.

Rosie beams up at you, and Cat is immediately tugging at your arm to show off what she’s been working on- a lion that she’s colored different shades of pink. Out of the two of them, your eldest twin definitely has better fine motor skills.

You look back up at the motion of someone sitting across the table from you. You expect it to be Melissa, taking her dinner break. Your eyebrow raises when you see someone else.

“Luca.” You greet as neutrally as you can manage. “What are you doin’ up here?”

“Ah, y’know, pickin’ up take out for Ma.” He answers with a slight shrug of his shoulders.

“Your ma gets take out from here?” You ask, incredulously. “Aren't her and Mel sworn off from eating the other's cooking?”

“What she don't know won't kill her,” Luca chuckles softly. He runs a hand through his hair before scratching the back of his neck. “Just don't go tellin’ her, huh? It's my turn to make dinner ‘fore she's home, and I'm runnin’ late.”

“You couldn't bribe AJ to do it for you tonight, huh?” You tease with a small smile. You may be pissed at your wife, and not thrilled at everything else going on. But Luca was still your family.

“Not tonight.” Luca agrees.

“Y’know,” your wife’s voice sounds as she comes to stand at the side of the table, a bag of Styrofoam containers set close to Luca. “You're lucky I don't tell Kristen Marie about this arrangement myself, Luca. What a hell of a brag I could get.”

Luca smiles, getting to his feet as he takes the take out bag in hand. “Yea, ya could but ya love your nephew more than braggin’ on your sister, Aunt Mel.” He says before kissing both her cheeks with a muttered thank you.

“I’ll see youse at Sunday dinner.” He adds when he pulls away. A hand reaches out to lightly tickle each of your twins to get a laugh. “Be good, tikes.” He says before making his way out of the restaurant.

Melissa drops into the seat Luca left, sighing. “It's a busy night. I think we got more in here than usual.”

Your smile fades as Luca leaves, your gaze falling to your wife. Your anger slowly returns as you remember where you are and why.

“Maybe.” You murmur noncommittally as you look back to Cat and Rosie and their drawings, despite them not calling for your attention. It's rare that you wouldn't want to be looking at your wife when you can. Tonight, though, you know it's just going to simmer your anger. Especially with her acting as if nothing is wrong.

“Y/N?”

“Yeah?” You answer her call for you without looking, helping Rosie's little fingers pull a crayon from the box.

“C’mon, ya can't even look at me?”

You finally turn your gaze back to Melissa, raising an eyebrow.

“Look, I'm sorry, amore—”

“Don't.” You quickly cut her off. “Not here and not when I know you're saying that just ‘cause you hate me bein’ mad at you-not ‘cause you really mean it. We’ll talk about it later.”

“Yeah, later.” Melissa grumbles as she gets up, stalking back to the kitchen.

Melissa doesn't take her dinner break. You roll your eyes when Val brings out three plates with an apology. You assure her it isn't her fault.

It's when she brings the girls dessert that Val apologizes again, stopping you when you try to tell her not to. “Mel said she's gotta stay late tonight.”

You take a deep breath. Finally, you nod and mutter a thank you to Val. “Tell her to come say goodbye to the girls then.” You add, any pretense of hiding how you feel lost with how your voice sounds.

It's a few minutes longer than it should be before Mel makes it out. She lingers in her goodbyes to the twins. Kissing each of their little cheeks multiple times and saying to be good for Mam. You cross your arms when she glances to you, not bothering to say goodbye yourself.

“Mam you didn't kiss Mommy!” Cat is saying as you buckle her into the backseat.

“Well you don't want cooties, do you?” You do your best to lighten and tease so the girls don't think much of the difference in your goodbye to Melissa, or lack thereof.

By the time Melissa gets home, you’ve cooled off enough to get the girls into their own beds, after plenty of stories.

You stay up, sipping on wine, until she comes strolling in through the door.

“You didn’t have to wait up for me,” she tells you as she drops her bag and kicks off her heels.

You roll your eyes, and the anger and hurt that you were feeling earlier comes back when you look at her again. “We’re talking about this.”

“Do we have to tonight?” she groans. “I’m exhausted.”

“And I don’t give a shit,” you say bluntly. “What made you think that you could just go over my head and make the executive decision to bring the girls to the restaurant? What the hell, Melissa. You preach all the time that we’re a team, and that sure as hell didn’t feel like a team effort there.”

“It is,” your wife folds her arms over her chest and raises a brow. Usually, you would find that pose of hers sexy, but not tonight. “I told you my thoughts behind it, and I think we’re doing the right thing.”

“You were the one who created the rule that home and business never meet,” you argue. “And then you go back on it without any regard to my thoughts or feelings on it.”

“And I tried to apologize,” she huffs. “But you didn’t want to hear it.”

“Because I know you aren’t sorry!” you half shout. Then you take a deep breath and sigh. “You know what? Whatever. If you want to mix it, be my guest. But if something happens to either of our girls because of it, know that all of that guilt will be on your shoulders because I tried to stop it. Goodnight.”

You pull the blanket draped over the back of the couch down and over your body before laying down.

“Y/N,” your wife rolls those green eyes of hers. “Come on. Come to bed.”

You just turn over and close your eyes, ignoring her pleas for you to join her in your bedroom.

Melissa huffs. You expect to hear her trudge off for your bedroom. Instead, you feel her at your back, nudging her way to share the couch with you.

“Melissa Ann, what are you doin’?”

“You won’t come to bed so I guess we’re sleeping on the couch tonight.”

“The point of me staying on the couch was to be by myself. Alone.”

“Yeah, but we said we’d never go to bed mad at each other, so.”

You roll your eyes. “Right, just like we said we’d never mix business and home.” You retort, shrugging the blanket off your shoulder and attempting to do the same to your wife.

Melissa doesn’t relinquish her arms wrapped around you though. “Y/N. Would you stop and just…talk to me if we’re really gonna go through this tonight?”

“Now you want to?” You say, twisting enough on the couch to get her face within your sight. “Melissa, you deliberately made a choice, completely without me, which you have doubled down on because you think it’s the right one. Isn’t it bad enough that we’re already putting them in danger just by being who we are? Now we’re gonna take ‘em somewhere and make the risk bigger? What, just ‘cause it isn’t too much so it’ll be okay? I’m not willing to gamble their lives like that! You or me, we know what the hell we’re doin’. Nobody can say we don’t. But them?” You point towards the girls’ bedroom, imploring your wife to get it. “They don’t understand why they can’t have cookies for breakfast. They don’t understand what they’d be putting on the line, not even a little bit.”

Melissa takes a shaky breath. “Why are you so up in arms about this? It’s the safest thing right now. You and I both know that the Feds will get off our backs with the girls always being around, and none of the goons are going to touch a hair on either Cat or Rosie’s heads because they know if they did, there would be hell to pay on all sides.”

“You don’t know that!” you hiss at her. “They ordered a hit on Bobby for somethin’ he did years before they killed him off- an’ he didn’t even deserve it. Who’s to say that they aren’t going to sink that low to get back at one of us?! Or to get us out of the way and to keep La Cosa Nostra up and running?! Melissa, if something happened to you or either of the girls, I would not be able to make it through. La Cosa Nostra would fall to the ground, and so would I. Do you not understand that?”

“We knew the risks we would have to take when we got into this business, and we knew exactly what risks we were bringing to the girls when you decided that you wanted children!” your wife points an accusatory finger at you.

“You and I both know that you were just as excited to have those two as I was, so do not pin this on me!” you seethe. “And I know you chose this life, but I did not. I got mixed up in it young, and I never wanted it to begin with! I certainly do not want our girls to get involved in it either!”

“You didn’t have to stay in this life!” she argues. “You chose to.”

“You know what?” you huff as you stand up abruptly, nearly knocking your wife to the ground in the process. “I’m done talking about this for now. I’m over it.”

“Listen,” Melissa grabs your wrist. “I’m sorry they took the salon out from under you, I’m sorry they handed the business over to me because they trust me more, and I’m sorry that you’re feeling like you aren’t contributing to the family anymore, but you do not get to just be a bitch like this!”

You rip your arm out of her grasp. “I’m the bitch?! I’m the bitch! I’m not the one who went over your head and gave the ledger to Barbara Howard- a rookie move! I’m not the one who disregarded everything and mixed our girls up with the business- despite the fact that we vowed to never do that! But yeah, okay… I’m the fuckin’ bitch. Don’t even try crawling into bed with me tonight.” You storm your way to your bedroom, locking the door as you slam it shut hard enough to shake the entirety of your little townhome.

And then you absolutely lose it. You begin to curse the day that you ever stepped into that blasted salon. You wish you never got caught up in all of this, and you would’ve taken the out that you had been offered years ago. Maybe in another life you would’ve found your way to Melissa and fallen in love, having the blissful, domestic life that you had dreamed up when you were a kid. But now, you’re in deep, and you know it.

#melissa schemmenti fanfiction #melissa schemmenti x reader #melissa schemmenti x you #abbott elementary fanfiction #la cosa nostra #collab fic

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shuuuuush · 1 year ago

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Just Hang Up! | Sharky

Summary: Sharky and you are both too stubborn to turn off the video call.

Warnings: "shit" is used, and just fluff, you both being idiots seeing who would end the call first 🤪

A/N: no special colour font title cuz I'm lazy, and also just thought of this short cute idea bc of Sharkys insta live earlier today (14th of September)

"I still cannot believe that happened to you today!" You exclaimed into the phone, mouth still agape from shock.

Sharky and you were currently on a video call, he called you after a video shoot and was on the way home, except that he had to take the train back to get there.

He told you all about what happened at the shoot and the shocking spoilers for the next videos to come out on the beta squad channel.

About how Niko and Aj became the idiotic duo, which somehow made the video like 10 times better in his opinion, it added more to the comedy side of the video. Although at times he'd beg to differ, Sharky would say he's also kinda funny. (You've backed him up on that definitely)

"Yeah, kinda ironic, huh?" Sharky chuckled, reminiscing about what happened earlier, suddenly glancing off to the side as he heard the train announcement.

You couldn't hear it too clearly but from the few words that you did hear, you could tell it was an announcement for the next train stop.

"Is that your stop, Sharks?" Grinning as you thought of him coming home so quickly, ready to leap into his arms and give him the best hug.

He shook his head, causing your smile to turn upside down. Shutting your eyes as you sank back onto the couch you were sitting on and sighed.

"How much longer??" You groaned, turning to your side as you leaned further into the couch, now able to lean your hand against it to hold your phone.

Hearing laughter on the other side of the phone, you opened your eyes to see Sharky laughing, a cheeky smile on his face.

"Aww, you missed me that much?" He chuckled, his smirk growing even bigger as he saw your face.

"Well, obviously." You mumbled quietly, turning your gaze as you didn't want him to gain any more pride than he already had.

"What was that? I couldn't hear you?" He inched closer towards the screen, placing a hand over his ear indicating he "couldn't" hear.

"I SAID WELL OBVIOUSLY." Yelling into the phone as you rolled your eyes playfully, a small smile appearing onto your face as you hear Sharky laughing on the other end, clutching his stomach.

"Shut up." You mumbled, not being able to hide the growing smile when you see Sharky's one recovering from laughter.

"Love u too, babe." He winked, your contagious smile affecting him, grinning at you with his pearly whites.

He moved closer to the phone and scrolled downwards, a sigh escaping him as he rolled his eyes.

"Shit, my phone's on 20%," grabbing his phone on the left of his side and tapping the screen to check the percentage. "My other one is almost dead, too."

You nodded, waving a goodbye to him, "Alright babe, that's fine. See you later."

You waited for him to end the call as he waved back at you, both of you staring at each other through the screen. The whole minute of silence, expecting the other to end the call, made you two laugh.

"You go first." You chuckled, smiling as you watched Sharky cross his arms, shaking his head.

"No, you go first. I don't wanna end the call and make you feel bad."

"I won't feel bad, just end the call."

"Why don't you end it?"

"Why won't you??"

"Just end the damn call Y/N."

"You literally can press the end call button. Your phone's about to die anyway, just press it."

"Oh my days, babe, I'll feel bad, I don't like ending calls first."

"Sharky, as much as I love you, it's not the end of the world if you end the call first."

"Just end it. You're holding your phone anyway, mine's on the table."

"I'm not pressing shit."

"FINE." You heard him curse under his breath before grabbing the phone and pressing the end call button.

You laughed in victory as you texted him really quickly.

You 💟

See?? That wasn't that hard, was it??

Sharky 🦈

Stfu

You 💟

Love you too babe 🫶

Sharky 🦈

🙄

.... ily too❤️

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Mutuals Taglist: @b4tasquad @p3drii @vctrvn-ls @allygatcr @slutforpablogavi @kennysboxergf @n1kodl @amwife @valeriesfantasty @lunasmindinwriting @kenhoess @heartsbyvalentina @stxrblxss

#shuuuuush fics #beta squad #sharky #sharky beta squad #sharky x you #sharky x reader #sharky imagines #sharky oneshots

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uranometrias · 5 months ago

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Heyyyy!! I just read your “goodbye love you flew right by” it was absolutely AMAZING!! It was so heartbreaking and wonderful!!! I am an avid hater of that Jeid scene where she confesses her “love” because to it was so lazy on the writers end and a pretty stupid secret to me because nothing can be done and it’s just so silly for her to come up w that especially when we’ve seen how much she loves Will and the boys, but your fic made it sooo yummy and angsty and romantic !!

Loved the triangle aspect of them dating and JJ being their best friend. I also loved the argument outside afterwards 💋🤌🏻 it was so incredibly well written! chefs kiss 10/10

if you are writing a part 2 for this i can NOT WAIT 😍🫶

hi… first of all thank you so much! 😭🤭 would you believe i got inspired for that fic while i was sleep deprived … i have never been a jeid shipper… when i was younger (aka a 17 year old with an unhealthy attachment to spencer reid lol) i despised them so terribly, but i think now (especially during my latest rewatch) i have grown to appreciate jeid . i don’t ship them, but i do think they made a point to have jj be an anchor for spencer in certain ways && i think in certain instances he was an anchor for jj as well.

all that to say… I do not think they should’ve made it a plot line one season shy of the end of the show… it felt very out of place… at least to me. i read this character analysis that basically said the storyline fit better for hotchniss rather than jeid && i agree, but ofc with so many of the originals being displaced by that point in the series... it sort of made sense that they'd go that route when they had no one else to turn to... but that doesn't mean it wasn't such a lazy left field sort of thing. i feel like the writers overestimated themselves & what they'd established for jj & spencer. jj definitely COULD have become attracted / grown to love spencer... but i would never say she felt that he was her "first love"... it just- agh anyways.

i also think casey's reaction validates your feelings. that secret was not all that lol. it didn't have any real pushback or point because the only people that really knew were jj & spencer... it didn't do much narratively, it didn't change their motivations... it didn't strengthen their bond or anything of the sort... it mostly just gave matthew + aj the room to be able to flirt with one another (which is fine lol) but i agree it's always been a pet peeve of mine...

i think what was most important with writing that piece was that i wanted to move away from the narrative that jj was some monster... it was a really stupid thing to say LOL, but she's not some horrible woman, because she fell for her best friend. which was why she was so clearly guilty... i don't care much for the villanization of her .

all that to say.... i honestly felt like that was a weak plot... it became so overdone (writing the jeid confession with spencer in a relationship) but i have been so excited + relieved to see all the love and people that enjoy the route that i went. this message is so incredibly sweet & i am so appreciative of you taking the time to check out my work !! i am definitely planning a part 2 , i can't wait to share it with you all.

#— asks 💐#this was the sweetest thing I’ve ever read #jeid #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfic #spencer reid #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x reader

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belli5 · 1 month ago

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Skincare — King Kenny

Pairing: KingKenny x fem!reader

Warning: nun just that’s it’s reallyyyy short 😭

Summary: doing skincare with Kenny. Requested.

A/n: it’s been a month lol 🥲 schools been on my ass sm already and it’s only a month in.. also I made this while watching Aj’s live stream so I was pretty distracted 😛 also Kenny has covid ?! 😭

The bathroom was occupied by y/n, in the middle of doing her nightly skincare routine, my face was covered in serum, before doing my last step.

As I lastly was putting on a moisturiser, Kenny walked in.

“Hey.” Kenny said leaning against the doorframe “you look like you’re busy..”

I looked back at him through the bathroom mirror, laughing slightly “just doing my skincare.”

Kenny stepped closer and I washed my hands from all the mixed products that were left on my hands.

“What are all these products?” Kenny genuinely asked “what do they do?”

“Of course each product has a different purpose!” I leaned against the sink, looking at him “Each one does something different, and them all together keeps my skin clean.”

He picked up my moisturiser, the one that I put on lastly on my face. “What does this one do?”

“That’s moisturiser. It improves skin hydration, it can help with dry skin and also it helps from aging.” I explain.

“Helps from aging? How can a skin care product help you from aging?” Kenny asked confused.

“Not like that,” I roll my eyes “I meant like from looking old, like not having wrinkles..”

He raised an eyebrow, intrigued “sounds fancy.” He picked up another product, asking what’s that and what it does.

“That’s cleanser. You can read on the bottle what it does, but it cleanses, hydrates and helps restore the protective skin barrier.” I explain, and he looks at the bottle of the cleanser reading it.

“Hmm..” he read and looked up “maybe I just like when you explain it?!”

I looked at him with a mischievous smile. “How about I do your skincare? You seem pretty interested in this, so why not?”

“Really?” Kenny eyes lit up.

I invited Kenny to sit on the toilet seat, patting it. Kenny took a seat, and I stood in between his legs, feeling the comforting closeness.

I began putting on a cleanser on his face, as I always put on firstly cleanser, I used soft circular motions.

Kenny closed his eyes, feeling comfortable “this feels good, I could get used to this.”

I chuckled slightly, continuing massaging the cleanser into his skin. “I’m glad you’re enjoying this. You should’ve came more often so I could do this on you aswell.”

After he rinsed off the cleanser, I began to get some drops of toner on my hand and patting the toner on Kenny’s skin. Kenny’s eyes still were closed, he was for sure enjoying this.

After toner I gently put the ordinary serum, gently using circular motions. I could tell Kenny was relaxed and almost was falling asleep, his breathing grew slower so I decided to talk to him before he fell asleep on the toilet seat.

“You’re so relaxed.” I smiled at him, his eyes opened, looking at you.

“This is so nice, I almost fell asleep.” He laughed.

Kenny closed his eyes as i began applying the last product finally “we’re almost done, im already applying moisturiser.” I finished up with the moisturiser “I’m really glad you enjoyed this.”

I stepped back, looking at his relaxed face as he finally opened his eyes, got up to look in the mirror “how do you feel?”

“Good. I feel like I’m gonna age less now.” He joked, making me laugh.

“Great. If you apply it even more, it’ll work better.” I said, even though i knew all Kenny did was wash his face and it already even looked better than mine..

“Then we can make this a daily routine?” Kenny suggested, to which I nodded gladly.

#belli5 #beta squad #king kenny #kingkenny x reader #my man my man my man #x reader #beta squad x reader #aj shabeel #niko omilana #chunkz #sharky

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thesupreme316 · 1 year ago

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hi i don’t request stuff so bare with me how would aew boys react to you having a big return like Kris Statlander ex: you lost your title and left and you come back and win the title again sorry if this makes no sense i’m not good at requesting 🫶🏼😢

yall gotta stop apologizing for being CREATIVE CUTIES

AEW Stars React to: You Returning and Winning Your Title Back (Fem!Reader)

Pairings: Hook x Fem!Reader, Ricky Starks X Fem!Reader, Dante Martin X Fem!Reader, Darius Martin X Fem!Reader, Eddie Kingston X Fem!Reader, MJF X Fem!Reader, Christian Cage X Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.1K

Supreme Speaks: thank you to anon for requesting (yall keep em coming), sorry that this took me so long (shit happening). But please enjoy this and p.s you are loved and appreciated

Warnings: not proofread, my regular react wrestlers, GIFS AINT MINE

Taglist: @hooks-martin @wwenhlimagines @sheinthatfandom @hookerforhook @triscillal @cassiesworldsworld @eddie-kingstons-wifey

Backstory:

Either you were injured and surrendered your title (you never lost it technically) or you lost it in a fluke to your opponent (just do whatcha want)

For months you spent away from the company, trying to gain your strength and feeling back

But now, you were back and better than ever

And you were owed a rematch

Right when the so-called champion called out for an open challenge, you were the first to answer that call that night

To your surprise, the whole arena rose to their feet and loudly cheered you on when hearing your theme (ex. Kris Statlander and or AJ Lee)

And after the match was over, you stood tall with your title high above your head again as the crowd again screamed loudly

(Or you can skip this and have a great segment like Trent with Sue’s van)

The entire moment/match went viral

However, they weren’t the only ones happy to see you tho

Hook

Mans had no idea that you were here

Was stunned into silence; with a big ass smile on his face

You were picked up into a hug by him; would definitely whisper sweet things into your ear or skin

“I’m so happy to see you back”

I think this will encourage him to try to win back his title quicker

Hook is the type of person (whether you're his best friend or girlfriend) to take this return personally as it is a start of a new era for you

Wants to celebrate with you in private ;)

HE WOULD ALSO WEAR YOUR MERCH TO SHOW HIS SUPPORT

Ricky Starks

OOOOOO THIS MAN IS SO COCKY RIGHT NOW

I also think he would be that person who would almost spoil your return out of excitement

You thought he was arrogant after he won the Owen Hart tournament? PUH-LA-ESE

Would reference you in his promos

“I’m a part of the winning team. I mean have you seen my hot ass champion of a girlfriend (or best friend; whatever you prefer)?”

Would book a photoshoot just for you to show off your championships

Defs would make you guys match in outfits and would get you in a storyline with him

I def see you as his manager/valet (IMAGINE THE (eventual) HEEL HEAT)

You two would take over AEW as the new IT couple or duo

Darius Martin

Tbh, it gives him kind of a nostalgic feeling when he returned during the tag team battle royal

He would be so incredibly happy for you

Would keep up with all your appearances and matches afterward

“I am the president of the Y/N protection squad *poses with lads*”

Genuinely hopes that everything goes well for you

Will do your signature move to show his support for you

Also, expect a celebratory dinner or movie night

But don’t get it twisted this man is mad at you for not telling him about your return

“WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME? I was just joking when I was gonna carry the cutout of you to the ring”

He was in fact not kidding (he was just a lil goofy)

Dante Martin

THE BABY

With him on the shelf, he is emotional for you

“That was amazing! The crowd really went wild for you!”

Has multiple emotions tbh; happy, anxious, a little sad

Wishes he could really celebrate with you

I also think because of the fact he has been out of action for a while, he’s dreaming of a return like yours; especially with a championship in his mind

I think he would be a little sad because you’re gonna be busy as hell

“I’m gonna miss the off days with just us two.”

To which you promised to drag him all around to wherever you were wrestling

He didn’t have a choice

Eddie Kingston

“THATS RIGHT DAWG!! YALL SEE THIS SHIT?”

Makes a post about you on Instagram

He’s genuinely happy about the two of you being champions at the same time

Will brag to everyone backstage

“YOU SEE THAT BRYAN? I HAVE FRIENDS THAT ARE CHAMPIONS, SORRY YOU CAN’T SAY THE SAME!”

Eddie, just like how I always say, is a very emotional person (even though he doesn’t wanna show it)

But he will make sure that you know how proud he is; even if he gives you a shoulder tackle

I also think Eddie sees every win as a win for the whole crew

Like Darius, he is upset that you didn’t tell him about your return but it made him excited about wrestling again

MJF

THIS MOTHERFUCKER PART 496792466

Would make a backhanded compliment about you

“Although it wasn’t as epic or spontaneous or memorable as my return last year, congrats to Y/N Y/L/N for making her return to the ring! BAY BAY”

After some choice words, he updates his Twitter again

“I reviewed my tweet after Y/N confronted me (with dice, a wooden spoon, and a lighter) I realize that I made some errors. I meant CONGRATULATIONS TO THE WONDERFUL AND ABOVE AVERAGE GENERATIONAL TALENT Y/N Y/L/N!”

Will ask you to shout him out occasionally (imagine having a friendship like him and Adam Cole)

No but for real, he’s happy for you

I think this man would shower you with gifts in private so you can fully get the MJF experience

Will bring you up in interviews; especially about people he can kind of give props to (his words not mine)

Christian Cage

THIS MAN IS MY SUGAR DADDY AND-

I feel like this man would be very proud of you

Would not dare hold your championship as you threaten him about that

But he would announce himself with your title in the same sentence (ex below)

“I AM THE TNT CHAMPION AND I am the significant other/best friend of the AEW Women’s Champion! Therefore, you all should respect me!”

Definitely would tell Luchasaurus to protect you as well

Loves how confident you became since winning

Also remember how I said he’s a sugar daddy?

Mans would buy you anything just for holding the championship at one point it almost becomes an accessory

Even if you didn’t have a championship, Christian would splurge on you just because

YOU DESERVE IT BIATCH

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Migrane | Aj Shabeel

AJ Shabeel fluff oneshot from a request I got on Wattpad, extra long 3k wordcount- hope you enjoy Quick pose for the camera:

(I litr cannot this man is SO FINE) Anyways, just read this:

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"WAKE UP, NIA!"

I groaned as I felt a body land on top of mine, sending harsh rings through my ears.

"Aj, please, get off..." I forced my head under the blanket, pulling a pillow over my head for good measure. My head felt as though it were still ringing, and I had chills running up and down my spine.

"What do you-" Aj's rambling paused as I felt his lift his head up to survey my huddled figure under the sheets. "You good, babe?"

I shook my head under the covers, wanting the world to swallow me alive. I'd never had a headache like this- from the moment I woke up all the way at 6am- all the way to what I could only assume was late morning, given the sun had risen and was reflecting all over my room, only making my symptoms worsen.

"What's going on, do you feel sick?" I felt the cover gently pull away from my back before I felt Aj's soft tracksuit against my back, his fingers softly threading through my hair and running down my scalp soothingly before he pressed a soft kiss onto my forehead.

If there was one thing I loved from Aj, it was when he got soft- when his jokeful and witty demeanour was cast away, and he only showed his gentle, domestic side through hugs and kisses until I couldn't breathe. Domestic rat I would call him through laughs- though the real laugh was when for my birthday he bought me a hamster, called Rat.

"I don't know, my head feels like shit and I-I... I feel like I have a cold but worse..." I sniffed, nestling backwards to keep the contact against Aj's body- finding some sort of comfort in it. "My head's throbbing, the light hurts, moving hurts..."

I felt him pull away momentarily, hearing the sliding of blankets and Aj's movement before my back came back into contact with him.

"What are you doing?" I groggily asked, straining my energy to roll over and face him, blocking out the majority of the light within the room by shading my eyes with the blanket.

"Googling what the best pain relief is... for a migrane... I want to assume you have a migrane." Aj spoke slowly as his eyes scanned the side of the laptop, fingers dancing across the keypad before returning to my head, gently massaging the scalp as he read. I sighed appreciatively, leaning into his touch and closing my eyes peacefully. It was moments like which I loved- where it was just AJ and I- nobody else between us disrupting the peace. "I'll be back in a second- I'm just gonna run down to the corner shop and get some paracetamol and then I'll be right back, okay?"

"Nooo, stay with me, please..." I threaded a hand through his which lay on my head, pulling the blanket down so I could look up at Aj- his big brown eyes full of care and concern. "Don't leave me alone like this..."

He brushed his thumb over the back of my hand, leaning down and pecking my cheek before detaching his hand.

"I want to stay with you too baby, but you're so sick right now you're gonna feel miles better when you have some paracetamol, okay?" He pressed another chaste kiss to my forehead and on top of each eye before pulling away with a smile. "And you don't have to be alone- I'll ask one of the boys to come up and give some company- who do you want to stay with you whilst I'm gone?"

To be frank, I didn't want to be around any of the Beta Squad boys. They were great when I was feeling okay- I could always have a good laugh and find entertainment with any of them- but when my head felt like it was being bashed by a baseball bat I felt as though they'd be too loud to be good company.

"Whoever you find, I don't mind..." I responded quietly, smiling back before he left the room. "Aj!" I called just as he exited the room. He turned back, eyes wide, waiting to hear what I had to say. "Love you."

"Love you, too." He gave a soft smile before exiting out, leaving me to close my eyes for just a minute before-

SLAM

"NIAAA!-"

"Noooo" I moaned back, stuffing a pillow over my head before throwing it at the voice causing them to stop- Aj's voice a distant echo as he yelled "SHE HAS A MIGRANE YOU BIG BASTARD!"

The voice across the room let out a little gasp before apologising profusely, bending down to give a short hug before sitting on the end of the bed. I could tell by the lank of his arms that it was Niko sat beside me.

"Can you get me a water?" I croaked, cocooning myself in the duvet like a caterpillar.

"Yeah of course- you want any food? I don't know if you've had breakfast yet," Niko checked, to which I could only nod in response. He hurried out, returning only seconds later with an ice cold bottle and a box of Cookie Crisps.

"I'll close these blinds so that you don't need to cover your eyes with the duvet, I know how bad too much light is when you have a migrane," Niko was right. Shutting the windows did massively help the headache. He passed the box of cereal, taking a handful for him to munch whilst speaking as well. I lowered the blanket slightly to watch him as he walked laps across the room, making conversation without me even speaking. "-I actually used to have loads of migraines, especially as a teen, but my older sister was always really good at comforting me... She'd get a cold towel and some pain relief tablets and just kind of sit and comfort me-"

I enjoyed Niko's steady flow of stories about his sister and childhood, relaxing and focussing on what he said until I started hearing another voice.

"She fall asleep?"

"Yeah, midway through all my stories. I thought they were actually quite entertaining but either way at least she was relaxed enough to sleep, I suppose-"

"Hmmff..." I let out a groan to let them know I was awake.

"Hey baby, I'm back..." Aj's voice melted as he began speaking to me, Niko giving a soft awhh from behind before I heard the door close, indicating he had left.

Opening my eyes slowly, I pulled the blanket down a bit to see Aj as he sat down on the bed beside me, splaying his legs out and planting a plastic bag on his legs. The crumpling sounds of the plastic made me retract slightly which AJ quickly acknowledged.

"Here, have these..." He held out a carton, popping the foil and holding out a capsule for me to take, before reaching for my water and unscrewing it, holding it steady against my lips so that I could slowly gulp down the icy drink with my medicine. He pulled it back slightly and fluffed my pillow up as I pulled myself up so that I sat slouched besides him.

"I took a little bit of time, I'm sorry- but I did because I wanted to get some stuff for you," Aj gestured to the bag with a grin.

"You shouldn't have got me anything, you were already good enough when you went and got the paracetamol-"

"Shh, don't worry- I just though I'd get some fun stuff for whilst you were sick- nothing major, don't worry." Aj consoled me. He knew how I didn't like him spending too much on me, given that certain fans had taken to the DMs to call me a fame-chaser or gold-digger which always made me conscious of how much Aj spent on me.

He emptied out the bag across the sheets, pulling the items up one by one as though it were a show and tell.

"I got you these candles because I know you like my fancy aftershave, so I got you the mini evergreen pine candle because there wasn't a large one, but to make up for that I also got the vanilla cupcakes ones because you always say you're a vanilla girlie, whatever that even means-"

I pulled the lighter from the bedside table from the side, lighting the pine candle and letting it burn to the side, breathing in its beautiful scent which did indeed remind me of Aj's aftershave.

"And because you love fluffy socks so much I got you a few more pairs, and look! This one has penguins on it! They're my favourite animal but these ones also have little hamsters on it which I thought was cute because they kinda look like Rat,"

I giggled at the reminder of our hamster called Rat, though I felt myself melting at his words as I understood the sentiment that had gone into planning all of this and buying so much just for a sick day.

"And this bath bomb because apparently it makes all the water turn shiny and golden... Andbecauseyoustink-"

I gave him a gentle punch as he cleared his throat before letting out a cackle, pulling up the final little gift.

"They also had this thing in the corner which I thought was just gonna play some random old-timey song neither of us would know but you'd be surprised; listen to this:" He winded the little music box, its mahogany wood carved and indented with delicate curved and roses, embellished with small amber gemstones.

He must have made one hell of a detour to have found this old thing I thought, wondering where he could even find something as well-crafted and delicately beautiful as this- however all thoughts were cut short as the little metal arms began twanging, and a familiar tune began playing.

Fly me to the moon... And let me play among the stars... Let me see what spring is like on... Jupiter and Mars

"Oh my, Aj..." I breathed out slowly, feeling as though he'd punctured my lungs; I was at a loss for words.

For some reason, that silly Frank Sinatra song seemed to follow us around everywhere, is what we joked. At the restaurant we first ate out at, the first song I learnt to play on the piano with him, the airport delayed section where we almost slept on those back-breaking metal chairs... We joked about the fact Frank Sinatra was haunting us, though it felt like fate, as every single time we heard that song, we were always inside each other's arms as the final chord was struck and that song ended.

"I also have one final gift for you, Nia," He smiled as I had cosied into his body, hugging him and lying in his arms contentedly. I felt the paracetamol kicking in as my headache became a little something at the back of my head. "You wanna come see?"

"Yes please, my favourite little rat- AAAH!" I let out a squeak as AJ got out pulled me across the bed by my leg before holding me bridal style, walking out the room with me in my arms as though I were nothing, confidently swaggering down the spiral stairs to the kitchen where Kenny and Niko sat.

"You feeling better, Nia?" Niko asked with a grin as he saw AJ and mine's faces adorned with wide smiles.

"Way better, thanks to him," I responded, looking up at AJ to catch his face again.

"You two wanna watch a movie? We're all gonna watch something in the living room." Kenny proposed, removing a bowl of popcorn from the microwave and oohing as the bowl was hot against his hand.

"Yeah that sounds fun, what you think AJ?" I checked as he lowered me to sit on a barstool around the island.

"You guys start watching the movie, I'll be there in half an hour." AJ spoke, walking to the fridge and taking out various ingredients.

He isn't about to try cook, is he? I thought, cringing as I remembered the last time he had tried cooking, when I had ended up with food poisoning.

"Stop waiting around I'm gonna try cook- give me my space." AJ answered my thoughts and shooed the three of us out with a tea towel which he had slung over his shoulder, shutting the door behind him and leaving me to start praying he didn't fuck up another pizza.

"Bit rude of the rat." Niko scoffed, reminding me of my hamster in the other room who I hadn't spent much time with recently.

I grabbed the hamster, Rat before joining Kenny, Niko on the sofa in the living room- Sharky, Darkest and Chunkz sat on the adjacent sofa. The movie began playing- a mix of comedy yet horror at times, with some great music choices. Rat seemed to love the songs as whenever one began playing he started racing up my arm and over to the other one, over and over again. Chunkz found Rat disgusting "That's the type of thing you see in sewage" But Sharky and Kenny couldn't stop laughing every time it happened, Sharky even getting his phone out to record it for the Beta Squad Instagram stories at one point.

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP!

Chunkz pressed the pause button as short, sharp, and shrill beeps began filling the house- causing most to clap their hands over their ears.

"AJ DID YOU SET OFF THE FUCKING FIRE ALARM?!" Kenny yelled as everyone began getting up, flooding the doorway to get to the kitchen and find Aj who was assumed to be the reason for this damage.

Pushing the door open, everyone coughed as swathes of dark grey fog clouded the air, a frantic Aj found in the midst of it all, flapping his tea towel about frantically as he wafted the air through the windows.

"SHUT UP N HELP GET THIS ALL OUT!" Aj threw a few more towels at the huddle of us, before Chunkz spotted the microwave as the source of the smoke.

"WHAT WAS YOU EVEN TRYING TO COOK, YOU IDIOT?!" Chunkz pulled the door open (almost pulling it off), grabbing the oven mitt to pull out the tray.

Two shrivelled, burnt and charred black pizzas were found on the trays, still smoking.

"HOW DID YOU FUCK UP PIZZAS THAT BAD?!" Sharky yelled through laughs as Chunkz advanced towards one of the windows, dumping the two cooking monstrosities out the window before deciding to throw the tray out as well with a muttered good riddance.

As the chaos and smoke subsided, we all slowly panned to Aj. He stood stiffly in the middle of the kitchen, hair puffed up and seeming to form a halo around his head whilst he began trying to find the right words.

"Sorry for the err... Disturbances." He began unsurely. Niko and Kenny looked like they were trying not to laugh. "I think I left the pizzas in for too long.."

"YOU THINK?!" Chunkz quoted incredulously.

"Okay, okay I left them in for too long!" Aj snapped. "But I was preparing this and I forgot about the pizzas-"

Aj turned around, picking up a rounded tin from behind him and presenting it to the crowd in front of him. I peeked over Sharky's shoulder, seeing Aj guiltily wield a pretty well done cheesecake.

It was my favourite dessert and I knew he knew that. He looked up at me with wide eyes practically begging for forgiveness, like the cheesecake was some sort of peace offering.

He pulled the tin off of the cake, sliding it onto a plate and showed the group the pretty well done dessert. He'd even sprinkled some of the extra biscuit crumbs on top of the cheese layer for some garnishing.

I chuckled at the stupidity of the situation whereby Aj had complete burnt the pizzas, setting off the fire alarm and probably panicking the neighbours as well- all because he was too focussed on making such a beautiful cheesecake.

"Well then, I suppose it's cheesecake for dinner."

We all returned to the living room (this time Aj with us), each wielding a plate of cheesecake which AJ had insisted on cutting himself- saving sizeable portions for the two of us at the end, before we joined the rest- tucking in to the almost perfect dessert with out spoons whilst finishing the movie.

"I don't know how you've made such a perfect cake, Aj, but I'm damn impressed." I nodded, licking my spoon once I'd finishing my slice.

"Yeah, you need to make this again sometime." Even Chunkz nodded in agreement.

"Shut up, it's the final bit you guys..." Sharky shushed us from the other sofa, forcing us to watch the final scene, all the way until the final the screen turned black.

I pulled the blanket over my chin, Aj pulling a corner closer so that he too was covered as I squidged slightly closer to him.

"Oh for fuck's sake" I said, though I smiled as I heard Frank Sinatra's voice light up the final screen of the movie, Fly me to the Moon booming as the end credits rolled. With a happy heart, I leaned my head on his shoulder. The memories of our time together flooded my mind, each moment connected by the sweet melody of the Sinatra song. Aj wrapped his arm around my figure, hugging me and holding me happily as he too reflected, letting me cosy into his soft hoodie and feel peace besides him. It had become our personal soundtrack, weaving its way into the fabric of our relationship- and as we sat there, wrapped in each other's embrace, I realised these were the moments that truly made me love AJ- though his mischievous grin and stupid jokes had got him far, only these moments of laying in each others company doing nothing and still being able to feel butterflies was what made him incomparable. -----------------------

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“It's You I Love"

Pairing: Louis x Reader TW: Violence, Mark’s leg in season 1, strong language. Y/N: She/Her Ericson kids' reader. Word Count: 1.9 K Summary: Y/N spots Marlon in the company of two familiar faces, Duck and Clem, tears of joy streamed down their faces as they embrace. After dinner, Louis initiates a game of War in the courtyard, but things take a tense turn when Clem and Duck abruptly left after a difficult question. Aasim encourages Y/N to confess her true feelings for Louis, leading to a playful moment between her and Louis. *Based off a fanart I saw of grown-up Duck, wanted to see what it would be like if he survived and made it to season 4.”

Y/N POV: (Courtyard)

"He just mentioned that, so you should probably go do it Tenn, it's your shift for keeping watch," I said with a grin before I turned around and caught sight of Marlon and two other figures in the distance. I assumed they were the two individuals they had saved from the wreckage of the car. It was time to go and greet them. As I approached, familiar faces began to come into focus, their features remaining unchanged from the last time our paths crossed. It was as if time had stood still for them, frozen in a moment.

3RD POV: (Flashback, Season 1 Travelier Motel)

“Come on Y/N, I know you took it, give it back to me” Duck wailed as he accused his sister Y/N of taking his favorite action figure. Of course, this wasn’t an accusation as Y/N had taken his figurine, but she shook her head and refused to mention anything. "Hey guys, can we please not argue? Lee is swamped with work at the moment, so why don't we just focus on coloring and-" Clementine's words were cut short as Duck suddenly pushed Y/N, causing the 9-year-old to burst into tears. The commotion caught the attention of both Lee and Kenny, who quickly rushed over to see what was happening. Kenny's authoritative voice echoed as he questioned the situation, looking at both his children, Duck and Y/N. With silence as the only response, he let out a sigh and gently lifted Y/N, placing her on the table. "Are you okay, Birdie?" he inquired, using her affectionate nickname. Just like Duck, whose real name was Ken Jr., Y/N was also known by her nickname, Birdie. Lee's gaze shifted towards Clem, contemplating how he could get some answers from her. "Sweet Pea, would you mind elaborating on what transpired? I assure you, none of you are facing any trouble; we simply seek a sincere and truthful explanation." Duck hung his head low and admitted, "It wasn't Clem's fault, it was mine." The children had grown accustomed to using the nicknames that the adults had given them - Ken Jr. was known as Duck, Y/N as Birdie, and Clementine as Clem.

(Flashback, Season 3 New Frontier)

Y/N's voice echoed through the woods, filled with desperation and anger. She struggled against the hold of David's worker, her eyes fixed on the scene before her. Clem was on the ground, tears streaming down her face as Duck tried to comfort her. The words spilled out of Y/N, a mix of frustration and fear, as she pleaded for them not to take AJ away. The weight of their shared struggle hung heavy in the air. “You’ve been a huge problem yourself, take her away I never want to see her again” David mentioned to his worker as he stepped closer to Y/N. That’s when the panic set in within her. “NO! Please don’t take me away from my family. Please don’t take the last thing that reminds me of my dad.” she said as she sobbed, a cry so terrible like the day at the motel when Duck had pushed her down. That was the last time Y/N saw AJ, Clem, and Duck.

Y/N POV: (Present Time)

Startled by the sight of my friends, I exclaimed, "CLEM?! DUCK!" before rushing towards them and enveloping them in a warm hug. Through tears, I explained how I had searched for them after the incident, only to be surrounded by walkers, forcing me to flee for safety. Both Duck and Clem exclaimed my name in unison as they embraced me tightly, indicating that they had reunited after the events with the New Frontier. As I released them and dried my tears, I inquired, "There was someone else with you two, who was it?" “You might have to see it yourself; it’ll be hard to explain.” Clem chuckled softly as she brushed away her tears. "Looks like you guys are all pretty close," Marlon remarked, a wide grin on his face. "You should go check on the kid, he's with Louis in the music room. I'm sure Y/N can show you the way." A kid?

(Music Room)

Louis' piano skills always captivated me, and I couldn't deny the feelings I had for him, even though he didn't reciprocate them. His eyes revealed that I was just a friend to him. "Lou, I have visitors," I announced, spotting a child watching him play. "AJ, come say hello." Clem mentioned. AJ... the same cheerful baby who used to cling to me all those days ago. Would he remember me? AJ suddenly spun around and within a split second, he was wrapping his arms around my legs. Overwhelmed with emotion, I dropped to my knees, tears streaming down my face as I embraced him. "When we found him, he kept asking about you. You've clearly made a lasting impression on him. We even showed him pictures of you to keep memories alive... we thought you were gone," Duck revealed as he patted my back. Louis exclaimed, "What a fantastic family gathering this is!" as he gazed at Duck with an unfamiliar expression on his face. Despite the odd look, I brushed it off, feeling grateful that my family had finally arrived. "I'm here to stay, AJ. I'll never leave again," I declared as I rose to my feet and wiped away my tears.

(Courtyard, After Dinner)

Louis declared it was time for an entertaining game of War as he revealed a deck of cards. "You're in for a challenge tonight," I teased, but he just grinned skeptically. "What are the rules?" Clem inquired. "Simple," Violet explained, "each player gets a stack of cards and flips one over. The highest card wins." Louis flashed a grin at Clem before speaking up, "The victor will have the chance to pose a question to either Clem or Duck." Marlon chimed in, "And let's not forget about Y/N, there's more to her than meets the eye." I couldn't help but chuckle at his comment. Duck, ever curious, asked, "What happens if one of us wins?" Louis replied, "In that case, the winner can ask any of us a question," as he began shuffling the deck of cards. As we each drew a card from the deck, it was evident that Clem was the clear winner. "What's the most disgusting thing you've ever eaten?" she inquired. The answer came easily for the three of us after mistakenly consuming a piece of our group member's leg. Violet, Marlon, and Louis shared their experiences, but none could compare to the revulsion of ours. The moment they learned the truth, they were all visibly taken aback. Louis emerged as the victor, and without hesitation, he inquired of Clem, "Have you ever had a boyfriend?" I had anticipated this question, so why did it catch me off guard? I slumped my head in disappointment on Duck's shoulder, and to my surprise, he didn't pull away. There was something changed about my brother; perhaps it was the realization that he had believed me to be dead for a year. Our sibling dynamic seemed more subdued, and I could sense that our disagreements would be far less frequent. It was then that I noticed the same expression on Louis' face as he gazed at Duck earlier. Marlon emerged victorious this time, taking a moment to ponder his question before speaking. "You three couldn't have been on your own all this time. Who looked after you? Family? Anyone?" The room fell into a heavy silence as we all reflected on the past. Knowing that neither Duck nor Clem wanted to respond, I decided to speak up. "We had two main caretakers, Lee, a close friend, and Kenny, my father." Louis continued his winning streak by securing one last victory before hesitating to ask a rather serious question. "Just spit it out," Violet remarked, rolling her eyes. "It's not a lighthearted question, but have you ever been in a situation where you had to harm someone you cared about?" Louis eventually inquired. The silence that followed was not only audible but palpable. "Yes," Clem responded. "Please, continue," Louis urged, attempting to extract more information. "It was a simple yes or no question." “I think we’re done playing tonight.” Duck declared, giving Louis a stern look before leading the way back inside with Clem following closely. Louis, feeling guilty, turned to Violet and mentioned that she had wanted him to ask. I let out a sigh and made a move to leave as well, telling Louis to just forget about it. He nodded in understanding, dropping his head in defeat. Marlon then reassured Louis, expressing his hope that Louis would inform the others that there was no ill intent. He ended on a positive note, suggesting a potential long-term plan for Clem, AJ, and Duck to stay and leaving me feeling relieved that my family was back for good.

(Forest Hunting)

Louis pleaded, his puppy-dog eyes trying to melt my anger away. Sure, he was cute, but his attempts to smooth things over with just an apology weren't going to cut it this time. Especially after him flirting with Clem the night before. Aasim trudged deeper into the woods, clearly fed up with the situation. "This is so embarrassing, just admit your feelings for him already, Y/N, so we can put an end to his annoying pleading," he muttered under his breath. Suddenly, Louis turned to me with a puzzled expression, demanding, "What is he talking about, Y/N?" His face twisted in a mix of surprise and probably disapproval.

Louis POV:

Shock coursed through me as I realized the girl I had fallen for a year ago actually loved me back. My mind was a whirlwind of emotions until Y/N's tears brought everything to a halt. It pained me to see her beautiful face contorted in sadness, someone I cared for deeply. "Why... Why are you crying? Let's go back to school and discuss this," I urged, desperate to understand her tears.

(Courtyard)

As I held Y/N in my arms, I attempted to console her by expressing my regret for causing any pain. I mentioned my misunderstanding about her feelings towards Duck, assuming she had a romantic history that was still affecting her. I apologized for my actions with Clementine, hoping to alleviate her distress and prevent any further tears from falling. Our conversation took place in a moment of vulnerability, seeking to mend any hurt feelings and reassure her of my intentions. Y/N finally managed to speak through her sniffles, revealing that Duck was actually her brother. The revelation brought a sense of relief, but also confusion. "Your brother? Why didn't you mention it earlier?" I asked, feeling a bit foolish for not realizing sooner. Y/N explained, "I mean, we do look quite similar." As she wiped her nose, I couldn't help but notice the striking resemblance between the two siblings. It was a moment of realization that brought everything into perspective. At that moment, a smile spread across my face, and I made the spontaneous decision to draw her close for a kiss. We lingered in that embrace for a while before parting, and I couldn't help but playfully tease her with the words, "you silly girl, my silly girl."

Clem POV:

“That stupid Louis he better treat my little sister with good care” Duck said as he watched Louis and Y/N from a distance. “Alright that’s enough. Stop spying on them, it’s creepy.” I mentioned. “Maybe I should’ve mentioned that I didn’t like women from the beginning,” Duck said. “It would’ve been a better idea to just tell them Y/N was your sister, not just that you’re gay Duck.” I said before stepping away.

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idontplaytrack · 6 months ago

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Aj x Reader, reader is Dylan’s sister? Truth or dare? Some kind of party game leads to a confession of feelings but reader has a boyfriend? I want some angst lol

Fall Into Me

AJ Campos x fem! reader

Warnings: mature themes, MDNI. angst, coarse language, quarrelling, underage drinking, attempted/sexual assault.

AJ wishes she could turn back the clock to save reader.

All eyes were on AJ the second she walked into school. Many did a double-take, buzzing about who she was. The girl was no longer dressed the way you knew her to be for as long as you’ve known her. Ten years. Also, you came back to school without your best friend. She’d ended the friendship with you. The summer ended painfully, with more heartbreaks than one. All because of one game.

~~~~~

“Why don’t you want to go to the party? Stacey’s parties are always fun!” Dylan asks. “I don’t like parties, Dyl.” You told him, calmly. Unlike his current mood— he was desperately trying to get you out of the house.

“Come on, you love going to parties with me, y/n.”

You sigh, tempted to agree, but something was holding you back. Or rather, someone. Should you tell Dylan? No, he’d kill ya.

“y/n, you’d be home alone and that’s so boring.” Dylan continues, “You literally told me you hated being home alone.”

You huffed, “Fine. Fine. I’ll go.” You got off the couch, plugging your phone in on the way to your room. “That’s more like it.” Dylan exclaimed. “We’re gonna get so wasted tonight.” You laughed, then sighed while you entered your room and shut the door. You put on the first outfit you saw then proceeded to do your makeup. “We’re leaving in an hour!” Dylan knocks on your door.

“Alright!” You replied loudly.

After getting changed, you went back downstairs. Mainly to check your phone. You had a few missed calls from your boyfriend so you called him back.

“Where are you?”

You flinched at how fast he answered your call.

“At home.”

“Then what took you so long to answer my calls?”

“What? I left my phone on silent and it was charging downstairs but I was up—”

“Don’t give me excuses. You know I—”

“y/n!” Dylan called for you.

“I gotta go, I’ll meet you soon, bye.” You cut him off and hung up.

Putting your phone down, you ask, “Yeah?”

“Stacey says we can go over earlier if we want. So, you wanna?”

“Uh, actually. I’m gonna meet you there. I kinda promised Xander I’d meet him for a bit.”

“Since when? You said you had nothing to do all weekend— and that he was out of town.”

“Maybe he came back early, I dunno.” You shrug, “I’ll be at Stacey’s as soon as I can, alright?”

“You’d better show up, y/n.”

“I will, promise.”

Hurriedly grabbing your purse off the hook, you shove your wallet and keys inside it then left the house with your phone in hand. You walk to a secluded park near home— where Xander was waiting for you. Impatient, antsy…his frame was trembling as his fists were balled up on either of his sides. You had half a mind to run away and just stay home until it was time to go to the party for Dylan, but another part of you went ahead and approached him.

“Xander.” You said, coming up behind him.

“Took you long enough.” He scoffs.

“I literally came here as soon as I called you back.”

“Lose the attitude.”

“What do you want from me?”

“What I want is for you to get this fact into your head. You’re mine. You don’t go around getting kissed, hanging out with your people.”

“My people?” You shot him a bewildered look. He glares at you displeased. You gulped, inching away timidly.

“Who’s this girl kissing you?” He immediately shows you a picture on his phone.

“That— that’s Stacy. Our student body president. She has a boyfriend. My brother.”

“Some girlfriend she is just going around kissing people.”

“It was my birthday. It was pose, nothing more. Her boyfriend is literally in the picture.” You told him, biting back a scoff.

“Did you just roll your eyes at me?” He snarled, hands gripping onto your shoulders.

You seethed, squirming to free yourself from his grip.

“I’m sorry, baby.”

You shrug. He always apologizes but never meant it— it’ll happen again. And again, and again.

“Then this?”

“That’s my brother Dylan, Xander.” You said flatly, tired. “He hugged me, because I got him something he’s been wanting a long time for his gift.”

“Fine. Sorry.”

“Whatever, can we just get to the party?”

“Ew, I don’t want to go to some lame party of yours.” He scoffs, “Come on, get in the car.” His hand ran up your side. “No.” You told him firmly. Your words fall on deaf ears, his hand nearly cupping your breast.

You slapped him, “What the fuck!”

“You bitch! What was that for?” He shrieked, holding his cheek. Xander lunged at you, hand grabbing your neck, “How dare you hit me?”

He pushes you to the ground before you could say anything else. Then, he huffs and got into his car, driving off. “Fuck you.” He shouts as he drove off.

You help yourself off the ground, dusted yourself off and went on your way to Stacy’s— in tears. But checking your neck to make sure there was no bruising. There was redness, which you hurriedly covered up with the makeup left in your purse as you walked the distance to the party.

Making sure the red marks were covered, you rung the doorbell. “Hey! Come on in, girl!” Stacy immediately hugs you as per usual.

“Hey.” You give her a forced smile, hoping she couldn’t tell.

“You know where everything is. Make yourself at home, drink up, eat up— we’re gonna play a game soon.”

“A g-game?”

“Spin the bottle.” Stacy grins, “In the den.”

By the time you got to the den, you were a little tipsy since you chugged the drinks. Desperate to forget the earlier events with Xander. “Just the person we’ve been waiting for.” Dylan announces, “Sit down, join the circle. Let’s get that bottle spinning.”

You were praying that empty beer bottle doesn’t stop at you. And it was going smoothly. But soon came your turn, so you had no choice but to spin it. It lands on AJ. Tipsy, tipsy AJ. Grinning, about god knows what. Was she happy that you made the bottle land on her?

Rules were, you had to kiss whoever the bottle stopped at. So, you did. Xander wasn’t here anyway…so who was stopping you from having a little fun. It was just a kiss, right? The moment your lips met hers, you felt a spark, a fluttering in your chess that made you feel giddy. No, no, no. Shit. You couldn’t feel this way. You shouldn’t be feeling like this.

“I like you.” She whispers.

You froze, somehow or other, your heart was happy. Relieved and scared. All at once. Then, you slowly broke away from the kiss before it got too heated. “I have a boyfriend.” You said apologetically, “I’m sorry.”

That look in her eyes, it broke your heart. You felt terrible. AJ was a really nice person. She didn’t know, because Xander wanted to keep things lowkey. She was a pretty close friend of yours too. You could’ve told her sooner because she wouldn’t have told anyone that you were dating someone already. She has never let out any of your secrets, and never will. But, it was Xander. He’d find out you told someone, somehow. And you’d be his punching bag. You didn’t want that.

“Sorry.” AJ’s apology pulls you out of your thoughts.

The rest of the night went by uneventfully, until you got home and were in bed. You’d received a text from AJ, asking if she could give you a call. You called her first and it takes her awhile, but she answers eventually.

“y/n, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know.”

“It’s okay, it’s my fault. I should’ve just told you sooner.”

“I’ve been sitting here thinking for a bit. I don’t think we can be friends anymore. Because I don’t think my feelings for you will be dying down anytime soon. I can’t hate you and I never will. I don’t want to make things weird for you. Or your boyfriend. Goodbye, y/n.”

You’d barely processed her words before the dial tone was heard. “Shit!” You cursed, throwing your phone across the room. Well, that night? Ended in tears for you. You cried yourself to sleep, muffling the noise with a pillow.

~~~~~

Six weeks later, AJ gets woken up from her slumber by a call from an unknown number.

“Hello, may I speak to AJ Campos?”

“You are.” AJ answered, clearing her throat, “Who is this?”

“I’m calling from Keck Hospital of USC. You were listed as y/n y/l/n’s emergency contact.”

“What?” The blood instantly drained from her face, “What happened to her?”

“She came into the ER with a head injury claiming she fell because she was drinking. But upon further examination, we found that she’d been sexually assaulted.” The nurse explained, “She said we could tell you. The local authorities are also on their way here to find out more about what happened, but if you would like to come over and see her—”

“I-I’m on my way. Bye.” AJ hung up and scurried out of bed, hurrying downstairs to her car and just drove off in her pyjamas.

“Please be okay.” AJ kept repeating to herself as she drove, “I can’t lose you.” Just like that, she’d forgotten why she even tried to distance herself in the first place. Regretting the fact that she ignored you in class when you asked for help on the trig worksheet. She chokes on a sob, “Why wasn’t I nicer to you? Why did I have to—”

After driving for a damn long time, AJ finally arrives at the hospital. Hastily parking her car in the rather empty parking lot, she rushes through the automated doors, asking the front desk which room you were in. “She’s still in the ER. To your left, bed 11. The SVU detectives are with her now. So you may want to wait outside.” AJ ran to look for you, stopping outside the hospital room like they’d told her to. She couldn’t bear to listen to the details— she couldn’t stomach it. As much as she felt that sickening feeling in her stomach, she also felt so angry. Who would do this to someone? Someone as sweet as you? She wishes it was at just a bad dream. But no, it was so very real.

AJ sat in the plastic chair leaning forward, head buried in her hands. Waiting, and waiting. She hears you talking to the detective indistinctly, your voice getting quieter and quieter, then you started to cry. Shit. That sound crushed her heart.

AJ hears them leave the room, she looks up, meeting the sympathetic eyes of the detectives. She got up and walked into the room immediately. You were a wreck the moment you saw her, wanting nothing more than a hug from her. She gave it to you, that hug you’ve been longing for. It always made you feel better. But not so much now, maybe you just missed her.

“I should’ve just left him,” You started, “I should’ve left. I’m so stupid.”

“Honey, don’t say that. It’s not your fault.”

“Isn’t it though? I knew he was hurting me but I couldn’t do it— I couldn’t leave. I was so scared, AJ. I couldn’t do it, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have stayed on.”

“Baby, please don’t say that. It’s not your fault. Please.”

“Someone showed Xander a photo of us at the party during the game.” You continued to talk through tears, “He got so mad...”

“Xander did this?!” AJ’s voice came out louder than anticipated. You flinched and cried harder. “Shit, y/n. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.” She apologizes profusely, rubbing your back.

“I told them. I told the police already, I couldn’t take it anymore. I told them everything.” You hung onto her even more tightly, tears seeping into her baggy t-shirt endlessly. One you bought her several years ago.

“They’ll get him, okay, baby?” AJ whispers, “They’ll get him. You’re safe here, alright?”

“I can’t go home, AJ.” You gasped, getting into a coughing fit and she broke away just in case. “I can’t go home. My parents will be so disappointed in me. Disgusted by me…I don’t want to tell them about it, AJ.”

Since you were of age, your parents weren’t notified. So far, AJ was the only person who knew other than the police— who you’ve also told to not inform your parents. Thankfully, they agreed and you could only hope it stayed that way. It was going to be a long night ahead. They still had to do a kit, which took quite awhile. But you knew they had to do it, they needed to get the DNA evidence against your abuser. You cried for AJ to stay with you, feeling absolutely terrified. She agreed to without hesitation, staying with you and letting you hold onto her hand to divert the pain away.

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Hours later, you were in AJ’s car, half asleep as she begins the drive to her own apartment. You were terribly exhausted but fighting sleep. You were so on the edge, worried and anxious about something happening. About somehow seeing Xander show up.

“You’re safe with me. Close your eyes. I’m right here with you.” AJ says, turning the volume of the radio down.

“You said close your eyes

Don't look down

Fall into me and I'll catch you, darlin'

We'll dance in the street like nobody's watching

It's just you and me and the song on repeat in my head”

You fell asleep to that song softly playing through the speakers, giving into the exhaustion. You knew you were safe with AJ— like always. She softly nudged you awake once you two arrived at her apartment building. You jolted awake, but quickly realised where you were and who you were with. “Let’s go, we’re here.” She gets out of the car, shut her door and went over to your side to help you out. AJ was apprehensive, but she eventually wrapped an arm around you fully seeing that you were comfortable with it. You simply followed her lead without saying a word…what could you possibly say anyway?

Quietly shutting the front door, she leads you to her room, asking if you wanted to take a shower. You said yes and she got you a towel and clothes to change into afterwards. She leaves you alone, but in the meantime, you also got a glass of water ready along with the medications the doctor said you could take. She puts them on the nightstand, then she paced her room for awhile, thinking and thinking. Feeling herself getting angrier. She huffs, sitting down on her bed eventually. The bathroom door was left ajar, and she hears a bottle drop. You screamed and started crying. Could she walk in there? She didn’t want to upset you any further.

She stood directly behind the door, knocking softly, “It’s okay, y/n. You’re alright.” AJ hears the sound of the bottle being put back on the shelf, but you continued crying. She doesn’t stop you— you needed some form of release for the hell that was tonight.

Thirty minutes later, you walk out from the bathroom. Freshly showered but still feeling absolutely dirty. You’d nearly scrubbed your skin raw…your head was throbbing and you were starving. But you couldn’t eat. You felt too sick to eat, scared that you’d just throw everything up. “Take the pills on the nightstand.” She nudged you gently, “Are you hungry? Do you feel like eating something?”

You quietly shook your head, “I feel sick. I can’t.” You sat down on her bed carefully, reaching for the pills on the small table. You swallowed them with the water one at a time and put the glass down, staring blankly into space…your mind was racing.

“Hey.” She sits down next to you, “Let’s get some sleep, okay? Come on.”

You crawled under the covers and laid down on your back. AJ wanted to leave, letting you take the whole bed. “Will you stay with me?” You asked meekly.

She stops in her tracks, turning around, “If that’s what you want, of course.”

“Thank you.” You looked at her, then away and shut your eyes.

“You’ll be okay. I’ll take care of you.” That was the last thing you heard before you fell asleep, “I’ll be with you every step of the way.”

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BIRDS OF A FEATHER

Aj Campos X reader

Warnings : angst, hospitals, near death experience, motorcycle accident, alcohol consumption.

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Reader has had feelings for her friend Aj for years but hasn’t had the guts to tell her. After being hospitalised and a near death experience Aj ends up telling reader her feelings and it all comes together all the time they’ve spent together and the memories

An angsty fluffy little one shot because im obsessed with billies song ‘birds of a feather’ and thought this would be cute. This took me an hour to write so sorry if it’s bad.

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“I want you to stayyy” Aj says dramatically her arm rested over my shoulder as she pouts, standing at her door, keys in hand and helmet in the other I look back at her with a smile, she slaps the back of my head with a sad look. “Hey we are literally going to see each other tomorrow at school don’t be so dramatic” I say with a sigh. She rolls her eyes and takes her arm off my shoulder to let me leave but not before she gives me a tight hug, suffocating even. “Aj I need to breathe, ur gonna kill me here” I say as dramatically as she did seconds ago just as she lets me go. “Fine leave me…forever” she puts her hand over her heart and pulls a sad face, earning a laugh from me. “Shut up stupid, right I’ll see you tomorrow 7am be up or im leaving without you” I say while walking out of the garden and to my bike. She closes the door and I start the engine, pulling the helmet over my head and pulling out of her street. I ride for around ten minutes before I get to some traffic lights, stopping I wait for them to turn green, once they do I make quick work of pulling out in a hurry to get home to my bed, I hear the screech of tires then I feel pain in the right side of my body before my whole body is flung off of my bike and makes contact with a wall. Then darkness. A lot of screaming then beeping then people talking about head scans and X-rays.

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(AJS POV…THE NEXT DAY)

I wake up at 6:30 to my alarm blasting in my ear, I jump out of bed with a little struggle and grab the clothes I left out the night before, throwing them on, I check my phone for a text from y/n but nothing. Weird but it’s happened before, she probably forgot to charge her phone or slept in. Hypocrite much. I carry on getting ready then wait for the clock to strike seven before heading outside, looking out for her motorbike. I wait for ten minutes before calling her, nothing. I wait another ten minutes before Gabi comes out of the house giving me a confused look. “Why are you still here? Wheres y/n?” She says throwing her backpack over her shoulder. I shrug and check my phone again “no clue, give me a ride?” I plead and Gabi nods. Once in Gabi’s car I check my phone another three times while she drives. “Jesus who died here?” Gabi says as we stop at some lights. I look up and see debris and a tow truck on the road, police and traffic wardens stood directing the traffic around the mess. I catch a glimpse of a bike on the side of the road and my heart breaks for whoever’s bike it is, my mind wandering off to y/n “god I keep telling them to just get a car but they insist on having that damn bike, and look there another motorbike in an accident” I say to Gabi, she hums in agreement before turning into the schools parking lot. Once parked we say goodbye to each other, our homerooms being in different classrooms “tell y/n I said their a douche for the no heads up this morning” I say before we go out separate ways as Gabi and y/n are in the same homeroom class.

Walking into homeroom I spot Tessa, one of mine and y/n’s closest friends since well forever. Me and y/n would never have met if Tessa didn’t introduce us.

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Flashback :

Young Tessa runs over to young Aj paint smeared across her face “hide me” a young Tessa shouts toward Aj. In runs another girl. A young y/n, paintbrush in hand and an angry Gabi following her, a spot of red paint on her forehead. “Who’s that” a young Aj says, a blush spread across her face as the young girl and her sister run around trying to paint the others face. “That’s my best friend y/n, wanna meet them?” Tessa asks earning an eager nod from Aj.

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“Hey aj, nice hoodie, feeling nostalgic?” The girl pokes fun at me as we both take our seats, I look down at the hoodie and realise what she meant by nostalgic.

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Flashback :

The whole gang sit in mine and y/ns hotel room the day before a track meet, alcohol in all of our systems, we play a few games and dance a little before we all end up sitting or lying down somewhere intoxicated out of our minds, y/n had just been through a huge breakup and we are all trying to help her without bringing it up. “I love the outfit but you’re gonna freeze y/n” I say with a laugh as the girl comes out of the bathroom in just her sports bra and some shorts. A blush spreading across my face. “If I turn blue don’t save me” she said while sitting next to me on the floor, taking another sip of her drink, pulling a disgusted expression. “We should really quit drinking while we are ahead we have the meet at 11am” she says “don’t be stupid” I return her gaze, grabbing the drink, she shivers and I take off my hoodie, leaving me in a long sleeved shirt, she takes it and rests her head on my shoulder.

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“Funny, speaking of, heard anything from y/n this morning?” I ask while I grab my phone to check again, the girl just shakes her head “you know her she probably didn’t sleep and forgot to charge her phone again” I nod in agreement.

The day goes on and nothing from y/n she hadn’t shown up to school, everyone assumes she just ditched and fell asleep for the day. I try calling her a few times on break but no answer still. It isn’t until track practice that there is any news about her whereabouts.

We all stand on the field waiting on coach when he comes out with a saddened look. “Hey everyone practice is cancelled take the day to rest. Aj, Gabi and Tessa, stay here, we need to talk.” He says allowing everyone to walk back to the changing rooms cheering and smiling. My heart drops already overthinking. “So y/ns mother has just called and she was in an accident” he starts but doesn’t get the time to finish as all three of us are sprinting to the locker rooms to grab our stuff.

We all hop into Gabis car and use google maps to direct us to the nearest hospital. I check my phone and see a missed call from y/n’s brother. I don’t call back just expecting him to tell us the same news we just heard from coach.

Once we get to the hospital Tessa runs to the reception and asks for a room number or anything information on her best friend. Me and Gabi stand a few feet behind praying we are allowed to go in and see y/n. After a few minutes of back and forth Tessa comes over and says “room 344”

We all race up to the room with help from nurses pointing us in the right direction. We end up in the ICU ward and find her room, we walk in and see a doctor checking her vitals or whatever doctors do. He turns to see the three of us stood there looking back at him, my eyes looking solely at y/n. “Hey guys are you y/n’s family, if you’re not you can’t be in here, she’s just came out of surgery and we are only allowing family members in right now.” He stares us down and puts the clipboard down, in a state of panic I turn to him and say “im her fiancé” without thinking, I hold my hand up and show him the ring on my finger. The promise ring y/n gave me as a joke one Valentine’s Day after my first ever girlfriend broke my heart. Even if it was a joke, that ring has never left my hand ever since. Surprisingly the doctor nods and lets us in without another question. “What happened?” I say before Tessa or Gabi can. “Motorbike accident, she has a cracked skull, broken collarbone. We took her to surgery to fix some things but she coded multiple times, we managed to bring her back and we are just keeping her here until we are certain she’s safe to go home.” He says pointing at her while my eyes fill with tears “she’s in an induced coma right now to help with the pain but when she wakes up she’s gonna need you all here to help her through this” I walk over to her and see the damage, broken nose, bust lip and black eye. Bruises litter her skin, the white hospital gown contrasting the purple and blueness of the bruises. I pull a chair over and sit down, grabbing ahold of her hand as the doctor leaves the room, saying something to gabi and Tessa as he leaves earning a nod and thankyou from them both. They both end up sitting on chairs too, Tessa making multiple phone calls while Gabi keeps asking if im okay.

It’s been hours that we’ve been sat here. She’s still asleep I’ve never seen her so peaceful it hurts. I remember all the times we’ve shared. This could be our last. Last night could’ve been our last movie night. “Fine leave me forever” being the last thing I ever said to her. My eyes fill with tears once again and Gabi comes over, placing a hand on my shoulder “you okay?” She asks quietly “I think I love her” I say while shaking my head, tears falling from my eyes. Tessa’s laugh can be heard from the other side of the room as she comes back in. “We know you love her, also doc mchot said she should wake up any time now, so stop throwing a pity party” Tessa says throwing Gabi a cup of jello. “Where did you even get these?” Gabi laughs. “The hot doctor snuck me a few in exchange for my number” she smirks “he’s switching jobs to be a firefighter, next week he starts training” the blonde smirks again. “If y/n was awake right now they would throw this jello cup at your head so hard” I say with a small smile. I feel y/n start to stir in her bed, Gabi and Tessa take this as their sign to leave the room “we will give you two some space” Gabi says, grabbing Tessa’s arm and dragging her along asking about the hot doctor/firefighter.

A groan escapes her mouth as her eyes open slowly, a hand shooting up to rub her eyes. Followed by a hiss of pain. “What the fuck happened?” She says with a laugh “I love you” I blurt out.

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(Y/ns pov)

My eyes open and my whole body aches. I bring up a hand to rub my eyes but a shooting pain follows as I hit the bridge of my nose, I bite my lip in agony and bring my hand back down, seeing aj with puffy red eyes, and the fact we are sat in a hospital I look at her again “what the fuck happened?” I ask before laughing a little. She looks me in the eyes and blurts out “I love you” I blink a few times to make sure I am indeed awake and not dead. Once im positive im not in heaven I realise im crying and aj looks at me concerned “I love you too And I don't know what I'm cryin' for, I don't think I could love you more” I blurt out immediately regretting it as I see Tessa and Gabi at the door smirking, we are never going to live this down. So I do the only thing I can think of. Dig myself a deeper hole. “I’ll love you to the day that I die”

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