#already mentioned how I think Six and Cassidy would be friends
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Man there sure are a lot of horror franchise with a bunch of scared little kids huh?
They all deserve some hugs :3
#already mentioned how I think Six and Cassidy would be friends#well I think Mono and Evan would not necessarily be friends but they certainly understand one another#RK and Charlie would be the bestest of best buddies#both trying to protect the smaller and weaker#together they are the ultimate worried parent duo#five nights at freddy's#fnaf#fnaf cassidy#fnaf crying child#evan afton#fnaf charlotte#fnaf charlie#charlie emily#little nightmares#little nightmares ii#little nightmares six#little nightmares mono#little nightmares runaway kid#six#mono#runaway kid#rk#art
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Im really loving the chuck content i think its just so 😚🤌🏼
I was wondering if you could do another with him, i wanna give you free rein on it but i want it to be really smutty
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• what a bitch i can be — chuck taylor •
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{ summary } — a night on the town to celebrate kris’ new title win was surely to be eventful. with a couple drinks already in your system, dustin was in no mood for your bratty behaviour, so you decided to see how far you could push him until he finally snapped
{ warnings } — 18 + { minors do not interact }, mentions of drinking, mild drunk sex, public teasing, cnc, submissive x dominant dynamic, spitting, degradation, humiliation, dumbification, dirty talk, bondage, rope play, size kink, daddy kink, ddlg, spanking, gags, fingering, finger sucking, brat taming, hair pulling, face fucking, oral sex { male receiving }, throatpie, cumplay, multiple orgasms, facials, male + female orgasm, forced orgasms, breeding kink, rough sex, penetrative sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, squirting, internal cumshots, vaginal creampie
{ word count } — 5k
{ pairing } — fem!reader x chuck taylor
{ genre } — smut
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your body buzzed along with the thick thrum of the bassline from the club speakers, tossing back another shot of whiskey, letting the honeyed liquid drip down your throat with a slight burn, the sensation warming your veins, like a fire pit nestled deep in your belly. it wasn’t a relatively large club, albeit, bright and colourful, decked from floor to ceiling in strobe lights, lasers and neon signs, mostly pinks and greens, it looked otherworldly, a far contrast the the dodgy looking alleyway it was so securely nestled in the back of, besides that it definitely fit kris’ aesthetic.
speaking of the alien girl, she remained by your side in the booth, clearly the alcohol got a hold on her far quicker than it did you, slurring her words slightly, offering you head pats and nose boops like she would any other occasion followed by a joyous giggle. her almost six foot tall frame, slumped over a half conscious orange cassidy, who sat cramped in the corner of the booth, idily nursing his own beverage, the drink too had him dozing in and out of reality, his cheeks flared a bright red with heat, lazily nudging kris’s head from atop your shoulder, his own head slumping into his palm with a drunken murmur to himself.
“y’know what!” kris began with an enthusiastic chirp not uncommon for her demeanour, still slurring her words with a contagious flair. both arms snaked around your’s and orange’s respective shoulders.
“i couldn’t have done it without you guys!” her words as incoherent as they were, still seemed to bellow over the thick ring of the music.
“i love you guys so much !” through her drunken sobs her body slumping forward slightly, trying to pet dustin’s shoulder in thanks, who was positioned at your side, her fingertips barely grazing the tops of his shoulder. she tried to repeat the process with a, quite frankly, more sober trent, pouting softly when she was unable to reach him, all the while orange was trying to peel the half empty beer bottle from his drunken friend’s hand.
dustin, in his own world it seemed, occasionally taking a swig from his beer, sitting idly about, he seemed out of it, not in a bad way per say. you stared up at him, all soft and doe eyed, glimmering with the mild intoxication that buzzed through your veins. you could not help but admire him, how incredibly handsome he looked, his hair had recently been cut, although you missed the shagginess of it at its longer length, his beard dark and coarse, with little flecks of grey hidden between tufts of deep espresso brown. the sight of him, although absent from presenting anything remotely sexual at the moment, seemed to make your thighs clench instinctively together, arousal burning in your belly.
you leaned your head into his shoulder, flirting through mutters of tipsy incoherence, a hand travelling to his thigh, stroking from his knee up to the axis of his hip. he stared down at you, a small scowl. a warning, albeit silent. on a normal night this would have surely put you in your place, cease your bratty actions once and for all. but no, not this night. tonight you desired him carnally, all raw, and primal, and god help whoever stood in your way of getting him, even dustin himself.
dustin went back to his conversation with trent, ignoring you for the moment, an act his should have avoided. under the table, your hand snaked from his thigh, guiding itself across his crotch, palming his cock through his jeans, feeling him stiffen up at the sensation, still not breaking conversation with trent. you felt a scowl form across your lips, the tingling taste of whiskey still lingered faintly. you increased the pressure of your hand for a moment, releasing when he let out a soft grunt, unbeknownst to the others on account of the loudness of the club, but you’d caught on right away.
he turned to you, eyes glaring with a look that surely could kill. he leaned down, the phantoms of his lips ghosting across the top of your ear, his breath tickling your skin, making you shiver in your seat.
“enough.” he replied sternly, feeling his cock harden with the small whine you emitted.
“but daddy…” you exaggerated the whine that left your lips, resting your head into his shoulder once more, pretending to be drunker than you actually were. you noticed dustin expression change slightly, the furrow in his eyebrows had deepened, as too did the scowl. he stood up, taking your hand tightly, almost a death grip, as the both of you shuffled out of the booth.
“we’re gonna head off now, this one’s had a bit too much to drink” dustin mentioned to the group, albeit trent was the only one sober enough to listen. you clinged to dustin’s arm trying not to make it painfully obvious that you were trying to position his hand between your thighs. trent stared blankly for a moment before coming too.
“i’ll drive you guys home” trent offered, having downed his last drink hours ago. “you guys coming?”
he mentioned toward orange, who sat slumped in the booth, sunglasses lazily hanging off the bridge of his nose, cheeks burning red with intoxication at he made eye contact with trent. you were not even sure why he was even wearing sunglasses in a club, and at midnight no less, but that’s just orange.
“we’ll stay back for a bit” he slurred. “gonna try to sober up”
he mentioned to a now unconscious statlander, having fallen asleep on the table, all the while orange pat the back of her head to try and soothe her out of her drunken state. the three of you bid them a silent farewell, in the form of a nod, orange wishing for you all to drive home safe before returning to tend to kris.
trent, dustin and yourself made your way out of the club, the spring wind a welcoming feeling against your heated cheeks, trent walked in front while yourself and dustin lingered behind just enough that he would not hear your ongoing whispers.
“daddy…” you whined again, the pulse between your thighs grew each time he stared daggers down at you.
“you’re so fucking lucky trent is here otherwise i’d fuck the brat out of you right where you stand” his voice, low, a growl set between clenched teeth. you piped down for the moment, remaining silent until the three of you reached the car, dustin holding the door for you as you drunkenly climbed into the backseat, him following suit.
trent started the route back to your place, silently concentrating on the road. eyes often shifting in the rear view mirror catching a glimpse of you slumped into the shoulder of his best friend. your head nestled into the crook of dustin’s neck, peppering tiny kisses to the skin, trying to gain a reaction from him, a moan, a grunt, anything that would pull him out of the frustrated spiral he was in.
his eyes fixated on you, another silent warning for you to cease your actions. the silence in the car was already awkward enough with trent being present. it surely did not help your current predicament, being all hot and bothered, a whirlpool of arousal between your thighs. in protest, placing dustin’s hand between your thighs, lightly beginning to grind your hips against his fingertips.
a small chuckle grew across his lips, pushing his fingers hard against your clothed clit, earning a small whimper on your part. he leaned into you once more, repeating those low whispers, the same he did at the bar.
“stop misbehaving or else.” he whispered, drawing circles into you clit
“or else what?” you responded meekly, trying to put on an unbothered, tough fecade although your words barely left your lips without a choked moan.
“i won’t let you cum for a week”
“maybe i want to keep teasing you” you remarked slyly at his threat, knowing it was indeed highly exaggerated. this man could not possibly live a week without making you orgasm.
“then be prepared for the worst week of your life”
trent cleared his throat, signalling the awkwardness in the car as he came to a halt in your driveway, deciding to completely ignore the statements made by the both of you, although the embarrassed red flush of his cheeks surely did not go unnoticed by dustin, who offered him a small apologetic glance in parting, practically dragging you inside.
once safe and out of sight inside, he had you pushed up against the doorframe, a hand wrapped around your throat tightly, his stare was devilish, unhinged, as if something snapped inside his mind. yet you could not complain, the arousal that flooded through you was more than enough to suffice.
“you got a lot of explaining to do, sweetheart” dustin mentioned, toying with the ends of your skirt with his free hand
“i don’t know what you’re talking about” you feigned ignorance through sputtered breaths, feeling your eyes already roll back into your skull at the sheer force of his grasp. his free hand slipped under your flowy skirt, the material so thin he could practically rip it, but refrained for now. two fingers pressed once more against your void, continuing to interrogate your already stimulated clit.
“do you think i’m an idiot, princess?” he pushed harder against your clit, leaving you squirming in his grasp, thighs tightening around his fingers. he rolled his eyes in disgust when you wouldn’t give him so much as a nod in response, prying his fingers away from your now soaked panties, releasing the grip on your throat much to your silent thanks, inhaling as much oxygen as you could, still choking and sputtering.
he said nothing, grabbing you by the scalp, a fistful of hair as he made you meet his gaze, a slap was all that roused you in that moment, harsh and fast it was, making your eyes water the moment he made contact with your cheek.
“when i ask you something you better answer me” was all he said, gripping your face in his large palm, still forcing you to look at him
“do you think i’m an idiot, princess?” he repeated, his voice sterner than last time, gaze fixated on yours with a mixture of fury and passion. all you could mutter was a solemn “no daddy” through a hoarse voice and teary eyes.
“then why do you treat me like one?” still no response from your part. even after another slap, nothing. you’d seemingly cowered into yourself, abandoning that bratty persona you’d adopted a few moments prior.
“what happened to that little brat i spoke to before?” he teased, tugging at the roots of your scalp. “guess my little girl doesn’t want my cock that badly”
you furrowed your eyebrows, frustrated with his incessant teasing, responded by calling him a bastard amongst a list of other defaming names. he only remarked with a chuckle.
“there she is” he joked. “get your ass upstairs, princess”
although he would not let you move on your own volition, instead opting to drag you up the stairs by your hair. although the act left your scalp sore and your mind throbbing with a possible headache, your cunt yearned for more, yearned for the mix of pain and pleasure it created. even when he came to a halt at the top of the stairs to open your bedroom door, his grip was still taut, a pleasurable sting. he dragged you into the room, still by your hair, throwing you onto the bed without so much as a worry for your safety.
you must admit you enjoyed this side of dustin, the more aggressive and assertive side of him, the one who could fuck you numb and degrade you constantly, have your legs shaking and leave you breathless writhing in a pool of your own warmth and his. his body hovered over yours momentarily, as if he were leaning in to plant kisses to your neck, you closed your eyes in waiting, only to hear the shrieking tear of fabric as he ripped your top clean from the seams. you gasped at the sensation of cold air hitting your skin
“dustin!” you broke your act momentarily, staring at the now ripped piece of fabric in his palm. he gave a small chuckle and tossed it to the floor at the foot of the bed.
“don’t worry i’ll buy you a new one” he dismissed the article of clothing, hands now retrieving the waistband of your skirt, tugging the fabric down your legs as you kicked off your heels. his dominant demeanour returned upon seeing the gorgeous matching set that adorned your figure. it was a canary yellow ensemble, the material sheer and lace on both the bralette and panties, embroidered with lace butterflies that laid atop the material.
his throat ran dry, gazing upon you as if you were an object of desire, in truth that’s how he felt in that moment, that you were merely an object for him to fuck. he gulped thickly, ignoring the constant pursuit to break the scene. he made no effort to remove your bra for the moment, simply repeating the process of sliding down your panties as he did your skirt. his fingers dancing over your clit for the moment, a faint sensation that simply made you unravel before him.
“i thought you weren’t gonna let me cum?” you questioned cocking an eyebrow playfully at him
‘tonight doesn’t count” he remarked bluntly, tracing circles against your clit like he had previously done in the car. your back arched, hips driving into the mattress and his fingers had barely touched you. feeling yourself beginning to write in pleasure
“stop squirming” he demanded, noticing you squirm into yourself. he let two fingers dip past your dripping folds. a soft exhale left your lips, body still disobeying his words, despite having repeated himself. without another word he pried his fingers from your warmth, much to your dismay as he had barely just begun. he was quiet, simply walking over to the closet, a treasure trove of not only clothes, but toys, rope, harnesses and so much more.
he was in there for a minute or so, your body slowly winding down from the lack of pleasure despite your protests and dustin’s previously stated orders, he surely would not like if he were to reemerge and find you touching yourself. he reappeared from the darkness of the closet, rope in hand. it was a simple brown twine rope, one that had left burn marks across your wrists many times over. still in silence, he made quick work in removing your bra, taking no time to admire your breasts as he bound your wrists, in front of you, pulling the rope taut, your breasts now pushed together, accentuating their fullness. it was now where he took the time to gaze upon you, how the swell of your breasts were so round hand full, your nipples perky and stiff from the chill of spring air.
you peered up at him, his handprint still visible across your cheek from where he had earlier slapped, though the reddening had depleted. he grew hard in his jeans once more just at the sight of you half-bound. it made him question if he should fully restrain you, leave you completely helpless and at his mercy. he refrained for now.
“what did i say to you before, princess?” still noticing your squirming, he fiddled with the leftover rope in his hand, about two to three metres left in length, quite easy enough to bind your legs if need be. it was a silent signal for you to halt your movements. you did. spreading your legs wide for him as a mild apology.
the silence had now flooded the room, not in an awkward way. he was commanding you without the use of his voice, it seemed to be more effective as something so simple as a glance with a stern expression could make you obey with in seconds. he let his finger slip into your warmth again, not even letting you adjust to the new sensation before he began to curl upward, hitting every spot that made you whine and beg.
“such a naughty little slut, making me tie you up and use you like this” his tone was soft, breathing lustfully in your ear, although passion reflected in his words his main goal was to torment you, make you cry and beg for release, overstimulate you to the point of tears.
his body once more over yours, free hand cupping your cheeks, offering light slaps to them each time your eyes began to wander elsewhere other than his.
“is this what you wanted, princess? to be fucked out and toyed with?”
no answer on your part, your cunt full of his fingers, dripping and sloshing with wetness, it was the only sound that drowned out his voice.
“i know it feels good, little slut, but you better fucking answer me or else i’ll stop”
not wanting the pleasure to end you whimpered out a small yes, eyes peering down to try and catch a glimpse of the way his fingers ruined you. only for him to redirect your gaze to his eyes.
“you look at me. nothing else. i wanna see your face as i ruin you, understand?”
he increased the speed of his fingers, making sure your mind was on nothing else but pleasure. your belly swirled in waves of arousal, cunt clenching around his large fingers, feeling them dip and curl into every crevice of your void.
“yes daddy…” you felt your mind empty, void of any thought as pleasure took over. dustin’s fingers were heavenly, how he could command and control you so easily. an almost rhythmic thrum was building between your thighs, even though your hands were tied, you made desperate attempts to push his hands away, whines and moans catching in your throat.
“what’s the matter? i thought you wanted this?” he mocked, adding a third finger for good measure, not stopping until you were dripping around him.
“daddy, please!” you cried, on the verge of tears, watching yourself spill around his fingers like a fountain. dustin smirked down at the site, licking a long, slow stripe against your folds, gathering your sweetness on his tongue, despite how sensitive you had become, your body jolted with pleasure.
he dragged you from the bed by your wrists, tugging the leftover rope until you were at his knees on the floor. still quiet, although that frightening scowl had returned, his fingers still dripping with your juices.
“i never said you could cum” he remained stoic, body looming imposingly over your frame. he parted your lips with his fingers, allowing you to sample your juices, tongue swirling around the tips of his fingers as you cleaned yourself from him. sucking lightly at his fingertips as he forced them down the back of your throat, earning a choked gag in response.
“just for that, you can choke on my cock, sweetheart” his tone was mocking and intimidating, prying his fingers from your lips, allowing you to barely get a singular breath of air in as he quickly stripped himself, only partially as his jeans rested mid-thigh on him. you kept your lips sealed, still trying to suck in breaths through your nostrils, earning yet another malicious chuckle from him as he lined up the tip of his cock with your mouth.
“open your fucking mouth” he demanded. “don’t make me force myself in there, princess”
still you kept your lips shut, squeezing them for added effect. dustin let out a faux defeated sigh, taking your head in his hand, resuming the hair pulling from earlier, beginning to guide his tip into your mouth.
“fucking brat.” he mumbled to himself with the clear intention for you to hear. spitting in your face as a form of degradation, the glob dripping down your chin and neck. upon realising you would not budge, he forced his cock past your lips, nestling himself in the back of your throat, in protest of your chokes and coughs as he gathered bundles of your hair in his palms.
“i warned you.” he reminded, making haste in destroying your throat, not offering a shred of sympathy as he began his movements. so rough and fast you felt as if you were going to pass out.
“there’s my little cockwhore. You love choking on my dick, don’t you?” no response was guarenteed given your current predicament, instead responding by hollowing your cheek with such a lovely effect for him.
his grunts and growls were supported by violent thrusts, ones that left you sputtering with spit dripping down your chin and around his size. oh how you wished your hands were free from such restraints, despite being tied at your front, there was little leeway in terms of movement, considering he held the rope taut in his hands, having looped it around his palm so that it shortened to its desired length, your hands barely in reach of his shaft.
you hollowed your cheeks the furthest they could go, constricting with pleasure around his cock, it was evident by the drawn out “fuck” he let out. a thin build up of sweat clung to his hairline, mouth hung agape with breathless pants, eyes fluttering shut, feeling him near his release.
he did not want the feeling to end, despite nearing his orgasm he wanted to prolonged the assault on your throat for as long as possible.
“fuck, youre such a fucking whore for me, baby.” he grunted with a particularly rough thrust. “you love this don’t you- oh fuck yes!, you love sucking daddy’s cock”
your eyes were glassy, waterlines rimed with tears as you peered up at him.
“have i fucked your throat nice and good baby? oh yes of course i have, there’s not a thought in that dumb little mind, is there?”
the sensation of his fingers digging into your scalp the closer he got to orgasm was insane, leaving your eyes rolling into the back of your skull as puddles of spit and precum filled the valley of your breasts. taking every inch of him until your nose was nestled in a mound of trimmed hair. he held you down for a moment, emptying his seed down your throat with one final thrust, keeping you there until he’d fully drained himself.
“oh fuck…” he moaned through a small gasp, pulling his cock from the warm dampness of your mouth. your cheeks full of his cum, having not swallowed any unless he gave explicit orders to do so.
“show me” he ordered. complying, you opened your mouth, letting his cum drip from your tongue onto your breasts, the glossy substance dripping down across your perky nipples. he stared for a moment, loving the way your round breasts heaved with every deep inhale.
“fucking whore. look at you, you look so happy to be covered in cum, don’t you? bet it gets you real wet, doesn’t it? wishing that your pathetic cunt could be full of daddy’s seed? is that it, sweetheart?”
he slapped you harshly, trying to rouse you from your cock-induced trance. your mouth still hung open, still patiently waiting for his next command. he leaned once more over your body, letting another glop of spit fall directly onto your tongue before closing your mouth, a silent order for you to swallow. you did.
his hand still entangled in your hair, dragging you once more to the bed, laying you face down this time. once more retreating to the closet after kicking off his jeans completely. your hands buried beneath your figure, trying desperately to stroke your clit for a few seconds while he was out of sight. he reemurged with a pastel pink ball gag and some extra rope just incase he needed it, pulling your hair back as he fastened it in your mouth, spit leaking from the corners.
you tried your best to turn and see what he was doing, him having maneuvered your legs so they laid apart, securing each of them to the bed frame with the extra rope.
“can’t have you running away from me now can i?” he chuckled sadistically, securing the final knot around your ankle. the mattress dipped with his weight, forcing your head down into the mattress. “now, shut the fuck up and take my cock”
you were complicit, you had no other choice. your words restrained by the gag, even if you were to speak, your words would be muffled and choked. he slammed into your cunt with ease, a feeling that caught you off guard momentarily as he gave you no prior warning or no time to adjust to his size. you could feel him in the pit of your stomach, his cock driving into the mattress through your skin. your body buzzing, the intoxicating effect of the alcohol had worn off, now replaced with an burning insatiable lust for him. his large hand held you in place all the while his cock absolutely destroyed you. the feeling unlike any other.
your screams of pleasure muffled against the gag, face hot and clammy from crying out, tears formed a puddle in the sheets. dustin cocked his head, raising an eyebrow in faux concern, feeling the warm pulse of your sensitive cunt begin to rise.
“don’t you start crying on me. this is what you wanted” he growled heightening the force of his thrusts.
“you asked for this princess, otherwise why would you’ve been such a fucking tease back at the club?”
your mind grew fuzzy, pleasure taking over as it did when he had his cock shoved down your throat. thighs beginning to shake, completely numb to the orgasm that rushed through you, soaking dustin’s cock and the bedsheets below.
“oh, princess. you can’t have cum that quick” he mocked, adoring the wet sound of skin on skin. “c’mon, i know you got another one in you”
he continued to fuck you through your second orgasm of the night, slowing down momentarily until your arousal had plateaued before speeding up his momentum again. you spoke something along the lines of “daddy, no more” although they were incoherent due to the gag. he could sense your orgasm building once more, your hips bucking back to meet his thrust, fingers clutching and grasping at air trying to toy with yourself. dustin loved the way your plump ass jiggled with his movements, spanking it roughly with a resounding smack that reverberated around the room. the pulse had returned, stronger than ever around his cock, he could feel himself slipping from such a dominant persona, hearing you whine and scream for him.
“that’s it you pathetic slut. c’mon milk my cock. you want all of daddy’s cum don’t you? be a good girl and take it all of it”
you laid, practically motionless beneath him aside from the occasional jolt whenever he gave a particularly rough thrust. feeling yourself give into the wonderful abuse of his cock. sweetness gushed around his length, unknown to you, mind too fucked out to even comprehend your orgasm. he’d noticed though, smiling down at the pool of wetness between your thighs, it only seemed to spur him on more, fucking you with the most absolute brute force he could muster, before succumbing to his own orgasm.
thick ribbons of his cum filling you to the brim, leaking down his shaft even before he had the chance to pull out of you. he gave a final grunt, praise without words it seemed, his cock coated in your sweetness as well as his warmth. he was gentle with his movements, quickly undoing the ropes from you ankles, flipping you over so he could do the same with your wrists. removing the gag from your mouth in quick succession, smoothing back some of the hairs that clung to your forehead with sweat.
“it’s ok sweetheart, you’re safe. i’m here now” he peppered a gentle kiss to the tip of your nose, following it up with a longer one to your lips
“my sweet girl…you did so well” he joined you on the bed, cradling your head in his chest, allowing you to listen to the soft thrum of his heartbeat.
“you alright, princess? i didn’t hurt you too bad did i?” his words soft, lulling you out of the minor trance you’d fallen into. his thumb daintily swiping across the top of your cheek, where the faint remnants of his handprint remained
“i’m fine…” you muttered somberly, nuzzling into his chest. “i’m sorry for the way i acted”
truthfully you did feel embarrassed about the way you’d acted, especially in public too, god knows what thoughts were going through poor trent’s mind during the car ride home, knowing he’ll have to deal with an equally, if not more embarrassed dustin tomorrow. you wondered to yourself if he had the heart to tell orange and kris the real reason dustin and yourself had left so early
“hey, sweetheart, don’t worry. its okay.” his arm snaked around your shoulder, squeezing it softly for reassurance.
“i know i just can’t help but feel embarrassed. especially for the others”
“orange and stat were probably too drunk to even realise, and trent has had to deal with a lot worse, trust me he’ll get over it”
his statement put a smile on your face, even for a moment as you relished in his warmth. feeling your breath begin to stabilise. he held you close. he did not need to but felt as if he had to, especially after such a violent and aggressive scene. he let you just relax into him, smoothing the flyaways of your hair down with his palm, cleaning any makeup that had smeared on your face.
“c’mon, lets get you cleaned up, and then we’ll lay on the couch and watch your favourite movie. how does that sound?”
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Warning because it's long. @wizardhatwithacowboybrim Glad you like it! I've had a sequel in the works since I made this post but kept forgetting to finish it, so thanks for reminding me! I hope you guys like this concept, lemme know if you guys would like a Part Three. It's lowkey a fic now and I'm debating actually fully writing one with this concept on AO3 because of how fun it is, and have been debating so for a while. I haven't covered all of the companions in this Part, mostly some of the NV ones, because honestly I haven't played NV as much and haven't travelled with some of the companions yet 🤡💀 It also leans into Sole X Hancock. I hope it's enjoyable either way. Also, no beta reading because I cba and honestly I should be doing work right now but did this instead. I would make it actually grammatically correct and such if I was fully writing a fic on AO3 but alas, I have to actually stop procrastinating.
Six has half a mind to pick up Pre-War money when they see it, or jet and orange mentats. They don't really do chems, but finds themself collecting them. That and...Well, all sorts of stuff, really. History books. Ink and working pens or pencils, notepads. Comics. Wigs and different kinds of sunglasses. Silly hats. The pile at base grows overtime. They don't recall who they were meant to gift these things to.
Or why they grab at random junk. They have caught themselves reaching for a broken light bulb mid gun fight, almost getting shot in the proccess, on one too many occasions. We could use the copper- Who's we? Why would we need copper?
They're not keen on the NCR. They can understand the goal, and agree with the idea but don't quite like their execution. Six has an arguably egotistical belief that they could do a better job, for some reason. The NCR would do better with more structure. Less focus on a new currency, and more priority on actually rebuilding and providing support to the local settlements and people. There's a difference between being a militia out of necessity because of the world they live in, but with humanitarian goals at heart, and being a military faction that uses humanity as an excuse but not actually a goal. Too many of those factions around, in fact. The trade is a good idea, but are they actually protecting caravans on their routes? Cassidy would beg to differ. There has to be balance. Money alone doesn't solve these issues.
ED-E seems a comforting companion. Six doesn't quite know how they're seemingly already used to a little flying robot. They finally have someone to use some of the gifts for, though. They quite enjoy putting little decorative hats on her metal head. Sometimes, though, they'll go to hand something to the bot only to watch it drop. Many mugs have been shattered this way, glass and coffee everywhere. ED-E has never had hands, what did they expect? Yet they do it more often than they wish to admit.
Rex is adorable. Even with his brain showing. Loyal to a fault, but dogs are, aren't they? Six all but ran to him when they saw him sniffing about on his own, almost cried from the overwhelming joy. They'd had a dog, they think...Two...One before and one after...Before and after what? They can't recall...All Six knows is the relief they feel when Rex lets them pet him, trusts them enough to roll to his side and gives them room to rub his belly. Soft fur...A few metal paws, but that's okay. When they sit with him back at base, a screwdriver tightening the joints in his hand- No- Paw...They smile. But it's a sad smile. Like one would have when missing a friend, or a few. Not just a dog...But a man, too...Borrowed brains and metal limbs...Ha...Rex was a loyal dog, but an even better partner.
When they become properly acquainted with Boone, a sniper with a deceased wife, they feel a sense of deja vu. When the Novac mess is over, Six has to catch their tongue before they ask if Boone's son is safe, if they both got away. He never mentioned a son. Who would they be running from?
They also smile at the rare occurrences when Boone takes off his hat. Something about a man in sunglasses -Changing out of one thing, maybe into another- Makes Six chuckle, like they're expecting Boone will come out with some one-liner or joke. But he's not the type.
Cassidy is fiery. Downs more whiskey than water. Whiskey Rose is a fitting nickname, though Six had originally settled on Cass. That was until they almost called her Cait. They didn't, thankfully...Had they known a Cait? They don't know whether the question makes them happy or not. If it's a good thing to remember or not. Regardless, they can't deny the- Nostalgia...? Yeah...Yeah. Nostalgia- They feel when Cassidy's eyes burn into their own when partaking in their now traditional weekly arm wrestle. Whoever Cait was, Six thinks they must've liked her. They hope she is okay. They hope she is...Healthy? Well, they guess, they just hope she is still alive.
This world isn't kind. It wasn't really kind then, with all the Wars- What Wars-? But even worse now. Even with all that time...How long had it been? Since...Since what? A fresh breeze, a sunny morning...The sound of cars driving past an open window...Someone dancing by a kitchen counter...The soft sound of a crib mobile playing a lullaby...Maybe...Maybe in another life...Maybe past lives are real...In a way...
They should check on Boone and his son. Is the boy alright? Six hoped so, they know how awful it is to lose a chi-
...Boone doesn't have a son. I don't have a...Did I...Do I have a son?
Veronica is a sweetheart. Her love for dresses is enough to make anyone's heart just that much warmer. There's something familiar in the softness of her smile. Her eagerness to wear dresses and explore that almost long-dead idea of 'girly-ness'. Six knows she’s an ass kicker working with the BOS, and laughs at the idea of her beating people up in a dress and heels. Yet whenever they stroll their way towards the BOS HQ, something always makes Six reach out to grab her wrist; a want to high tail it and run the other way. A sense that they don't value their soldiers as much as they say. Six is scared Veronica will be met with a betrayal from seemingly nowhere. Veronica always just smiles and tells them everything is fine, and marches on in, like a good soldier. Always a good, blind soldier. Six swears they taste poison whenever they mutter the words 'Ad Victoriam'.
Raul is a breath of fresh air. Fresh air laced with a sense of home. Sometimes when he calls Six 'Boss', they look over at Boone, expecting it to have come from their designated sniper. But that isn't quite it.
A large part of it is the occasions he talks about the Pre-War world. When he does, Six goes quiet. Not even a peep. They just sit and listen to his tales, almost like they remember those years themself. Like they can see them. The grass, the beaches and neighbours and houses and shopping streets, the schools and college students and the kids in playgrounds...
Six traces a finger over the watch on their right wrist. On their left arm is where they keep their Pip-Boy. It doesn’t say which Vault it was made for, but it doesn’t match the models of the local Vaults. The words 'Pip-Boy 3000' are engraved on the back, which is hidden when wearing it. It's the only clue Six has of their past. That and their watch. They don't need a watch, their Pip-Boy shows the time...So, they have come to the conclusion it was a gift. They think they would've made a good Detective in another life...If that were true, they'd probably be home now, though. Wherever home was...
Still, they look at the small hand ticking by the seconds and smile. The soft ticks and turning of gears. Whoever made this had been taught well, and had inherited their own habit of gift-giving. Six often puts the watch up to their ear and just listens. The sound of metal and gears. The sound of loved ones. They don't like the idea of wasting time, feels like they missed many years somewhere, somehow...But those moments are worth it. Copper. That's what he asked for...He wanted to fix a camera...Because...I mentioned I wanted...An album of...Of us...That's what we planned before he was born...I...I need to...I need...I don't even know...
But that’s still not fully it. Six also has a soft spot for captured people, like enslaved people at the Legion. Also a soft spot for ghouls, especially those with a sense of humour. Raul's had Six doubling over quite a few times. Sometimes when they're travelling, and sleeping near each other, when Six wakes up, all groggy and such, they almost reach for Raul, almost pull him close as if it's natural. Like one would if they woke up next to a friend of brown hair, and mistook them for their brown-haired love at first glance. That had also happened before, Six thinks...But then they stop, their hand hovering. There's a stigma that ghouls smell of rotting flesh. That isn't true. Six could smell vintage clothes and leather. Worn books. Jet and orange metats, could almost taste that latter on their tongue. They were his favourite, but he isn't here. Whoever he is.
He was always warm, the way that ghouls are. Something about the radiation. Six faintly remember how reassuring it could be, especially on those nights that brought the threat of chilly air. Especially when they were terrified of even the hint of cold. When a hand would gently touch their shoulder, and then someone's warm chest would press against their back and keep the cold, the fear and uncertainty and everything else, everything dangerous, at bay. Like a human radiator. It felt like fire meeting ice. Like moonlight and...
It's nights like that where Six has to turn away and put their hand over their heart, trying to rub the ache in it away. To force themself to focus on the night sky and breathe...But then that sky only reminds them of black eyes, the stars like glints of light and love against a pitch-black backdrop...Where only if you look close enough, you see blue amongst the black.
Six thinks they even really loved the word Blue. Six thinks they loved a lot of things.
Six knows they loved the sky because it reminded them of him. Six now hates the stars and hates the sunshine, which they can't escape from in the literal fucking desert, because they know they loved them at one point, but not why. Or at least not the person that caused them to.
So Six takes a break for a few days from all of their companions and sleeps alone again. Only when they look at the other side of the bed, empty and cold, do they feel the sting of tears. They don't even understand their thoughts, but that doesn't stop them from racing.
I may not remember you but I know I love you...Take care of...Of our boy. Get him some copper for me, will you? You're always good to him like that...Take pictures for me, so I can see them when I'm back. I don't want to miss watching him grow up this time...Not...Not again...I'll come back to you. All of you. I will.
I'll survive...I always do...
Don't I…?
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The next time Six goes out, they make sure to hand-pick the best items from their 'Random Stuff Pile'. They walk. They help the locals, do odd bits and bobs, and take the odd jobs no one else is willing to do. Most importantly, they wait.
They walk. They work. They wait.
Until it happens.
Until they catch a glimpse of them. Exactly what- Who- Six was waiting for. The group of 'other Couriers' that follow Six when they start helping people again; leaving rumours of their reputation around the Mojave in their wake, like breadcrumbs and clues. A trail to follow. That, until recently, Six hadn't realised they had been leaving. Six almost made a betting game with themself based on how long they thought it'd take until they found them again. A small gamble.
They suppose that's what this is; a gamble. To see if there was a reason Six never felt fear when they saw those figures in the distance. If it were anyone else, they might, in a world like this. Or at least be on edge. But that was never the case. They felt familiar. Six wanted to test that.
Six finds a spot. Out in the open, a valley. One that they cleared any hostiles out of weeks ago. They wanted to make sure they would be safe during this. Six looks towards the hills and mountains looking into the valley, and sure enough, there's a group of masks and red lenses watching. They make no effort to hide anymore. It seems they're betting on Six, too.
Sol- Six smiles behind their mask, debating taking it off. But then they remember the scar that runs over their forehead and into their hairline and thinks not yet. I'm not ready. Small steps first. I have to be sure.
Gambling is dangerous, and they never were a fan of Russian Roulette or bullets or unprotected faces.
Six takes their time setting out the small shrine of trinkets and treats they had brought with them. It's made up of a collection of smaller shrines. It's set out in a way that the number of people on the mountain is accounted for, with a few spare piles depending on which cards Six is betting they have in their deck. Six thinks they can remember and recognise a few of them, their mannerisms, but is unsure about the identities of most of them.
The one with sunglasses sticking out of his shirt pocket, replaced by a mask, sticks out the most. He's always been good at this stuff; following, detail gathering, listening out for whispers and rumours through the grapevine type of stuff. He was the first person Six had put money on being in their recon group, they think he was even the original masked face trailing them around, back when it was just one. His pile is one of the ones Six is confident about, made up of an assortment of wigs and funky glasses, and candy he likes.
Six couldn't necessarily figure out the rest, but could reasonably guess. The Detective, perhaps? That made sense. Otherwise, Six only had their hope.
Cait's name is the only one they remember, and only because of Cassidy. So they hope Cait is there. Six leaves a bottle of whisky as the centre of Please-Be-Cait's pile, more so as an inside joke to themself. That pile is one of the spares, towards one of the sides of the general shrine.
There's hope in all of the piles, Six supposes. Bits of 'I'm trying', 'I want to remember. I want to know you again', and 'I hope it's you, whoever I think you are to me' scattered throughout all of them.
History books. Ink and working pens and pencils, notepads. Comics. Wigs and different kinds of sunglasses. Silly hats. Copper and orange mentats. The shrine grows over time. Six doesn't recall who they were meant to gift these things to, but they're hoping they're right regardless.
When the offerings and gifts are all laid out, and Six has ensured they're perfect, they look once more towards the mountain. The figures are still watching. Of course, they are. They would follow Six anywhere. That's what they did, didn't they?
Six stares back for a moment, savouring it. The hope. Then they begin walking away from the offering. Six moves slowly, so they'll have time to investigate the offerings and still catch up. But now the ball is in their court. Six…Had made their move. Now it's their turn to make a play. To gamble.
Because if Sole's time in the Mojave had taught them one thing…It's that this game…This game was rigged from the start.
What do we think of finessing the Fallout timeline a bit so that Fallout NV takes place after Fallout 4 (I'm working out details and looking into lore to see if this would work without a bunch of plot holes and what not. As far as I know it's not too interconnected to the other games so I feel like you could get away with a 6-8 year jump without too much going wrong) for a plotline where Sole and The Courier are the same person.
So after a bunch of Nuke World shenanigans, Sole 'takes care' of a lot of the people who were running Nuka World, but someone gets away. Anyway skip a few months and Sole and MacCready go to The Capital Wasteland to bring good ol' baby Duncan to the Commonwealth, as well as catch up with an old friend of MacCready's (The Wanderer) to look into the water purification thing that Sole would wanna attempt to do in the Commonwealth.
On their way back to Boston, however, they're ambushed by a group of raiders, who have links to some cult-ish faction down in Nevada. One of the raiders recognises Sole. It's the person that escaped Nuka World. For payback, they take Sole (MacCready manages to escape with Duncan when Sole gets them an opening) and sells them off to that cult. MacCready catches the name just barely. Caesar's Legion.
He gets Duncan back to Sanctuary as quickly as he can and immediately gets word to the rest of the companions. Preston had stayed to run the Minutemen in Sole's absence, Hancock to run Goodneighbour, Nick to carry on with the agency but also to attempt to keep peace in Diamond City after the Sheep's Clothing disaster, etc. Of course there's panic, and they begin to make a plan.
Sole on the other hand, was taken to the Legion. They managed to escape, but not before they were stripped of all their possessions. They have no money, no weapons, no food, no connections. No way to survive, and no way home. They scavenge, get basic supplies. Manage to ask around for work. They get a few odd jobs, not enough caps yet though to be able to get home. Until, they hear of a job through the grapevine. Some delivery that needed to happen, its important, but all hush hush. Doesn't matter much, the pay out is huge, if done right. Last time they took a job no questions asked, it didn't exactly go well, but they ended up with Hancock willing to be their companion, so who knows. Besides, reluctantce based on the unknown isn't so putrid next to the sweet smell of enough caps to tag along with a few trading caravans along the routes back to Boston.
Really, how dangerous can a delivery job be? Being a courier sounds like an easy job compared to being a General.
It should be easy. Should be. Until they're looking up the barrel of a gun. Until a bullet goes through their brain.
They survive, somehow, because they always do, don't they? It's in their name. Sole Survivor. Was it ever a surprise. You'd think they're immortal, a God, when neither a bullet to their brain or even a nuclear war can kill them. But they're not a God. They're human. So, it's doesn't take long for that kind of luck to run out. Like Russian Roulette, there's always at least one bullet in the chamber. You'd think in Vegas, it'd be worth the gamble. But, when they wake, they don't remember anything. Being a Courier sounds easy when you're under the belief that's what you always were.
Less easy when it seems everyone in Vegas and their mother is gunning for you, for whatever reason. All Sole is interested in is catching the bastard that shot them, and getting some damn answers. Both about the damn chip, and who they are themself. Not a single person in Nevada seems to know who the fuck they are, like they appeared from nowhere. The mask probably doesn't help, but it beats getting shot in the head again.
All they know is they have it out for Benny.
As well as a few strange things.
Like how a chill runs up their spine when they hear talk of the Legion, and have almost an instinct to stay away. The same happens with the Brotherhood of Steel. The name feels like it should mean something. Those men and women prancing around in clunky armour feels like it should ring a bell.
They hate the heat of the Nevada, but they know if they had to choose, they would rather boil to death than freeze. They pile on blankets at even the slightest hint of a cold night, which is rare in the desert anyway. But Six doesn't like to gamble. The threat of a bullet has a history of not going well for them. They didn't sign up to play this game. They don't want to know if the other gun chambers are empty or not. Something about the cold just doesn't feel safe, reminds them of something they can't even remember. It's just an inkling feeling, gives them anxiety of a looming threat. Especially going to sleep cold. Something about that thought keeps them up at night, scared to sleep. Like a haunting sense that when they wake up, things will be different.
They're a little paranoid of people whose movements seem too perfect, not entirely human, find themselves looking at the back of people's necks where there could be scars, as if they're chipped or have inplants. It's not like they're not actually human though, right? Right...? They have no reason to believe that. Maybe. They hear a folktale about how your phobias in your current life are warnings from your previous lives. Six doesn't know what they think of that theory. They don't know if past lives are real. Something tells them they could be, in a way.
Six also feels watched. Turns to look over their shoulder far too much. At first they blame the paranoia, but something feels too real. Something feels familiar. After a while, they start to notice the figures in the distance. Faces ducking back behind rocks when Six turns around at the feel of eyes on the back of their head. The man, or men(?), who wear the same Courier outfits as them. Who follow Six's every move. Who, from what Six has been hearing from their discreet asking around, seem to be trying to find out who Six is almost as quickly as Six themself. Six had wondered what had happened to the other Couriers. They wonder if it's actually them. Or maybe they hope they do. Otherwise, the reflective shine of a red lens in an identical mask that matches your own behind your reflection as your walking past a broken window gets too eerie for someone who still doesn't know if they even have a friend's house they can run to if shit hits the fan. At first it was one. Now it's a handful. Six swore there were only five more couriers other than them. Despite the unease, there's still something else. That familiarity. Like when Six sees that ducking of a head in the corner of their eye, it's like a hand on their shoulder. A guardian angel only you don't know if it's an angel just yet. It's like they're growing more confident, like they want to actually reach out. Six isn't so sure they don't want them to, isn't so sure they shouldn't just walk over to them the next time they see them lingering on a cliff in the distance. It feels as if their meeting is inevitable. As if it's not really an 'if', but rather a 'when'. Then again, they shouldn't be surprised.
After all, the game was rigged from the start.
#Fallout#Fallout 4#Fallout New Vegas#Sole Survivor#SoSu#Courier Six#I'm not tagging all of those fuckers#Take it or starve I guess. Enjoy!#The ending line is cheap but I couldn't miss on the opportunity#So suffer at the crossover lines#I hope this makes people cry because I did tear up whilst writing it#As if Sole hasn't been through enough trauma honestly#Place your bets (No pun intended) who do you think is in the Mojave Operation Find Sole Squad?#Who do you think wanted to go and is there. Wanted to but literally couldn't due to duties and stuff.#Or went 'Fuck that I'm going anyway'.#Lemme know and also lemme know who you want to be in it#Arcade fans and other comp fans I'M SORRY I don't know anything about him#I had to watch a YouTube video on Raul#I really need to fully play NV lmao#Especially if I do end up making a fic
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Unexpected
BAU x gn!teen!reader///Criminal Minds
Requested: Yes or No
Request: i heard you write for cm x teen! reader! i’m happy because there’s not a ton of those on here. i have a request, if you’re willing to write it, of course: the reader is the kid (you can choose pronouns) of an unsub and they/he/she know a little more than they’re/he’s/she’s letting on, so they/he/she get interrogated. hope that sounds okay!
⚠️Warnings: None? ⚠️
//I was so happy to write this! It's my first fic on tumblr, so I'm sorry if anything seems off. I keep switching from my phone and my laptop 😭 I tried to avoid pronouns all together, but there are some gn ones in there, but feel free to tell me if there's a mishap somewhere! Feedback is much appreciated xx
There are a lot of things you plan in life. But being interrogated in your own house spilling your life story to a couple of FBI agents? That definitely was not on your list of things to do today.
-2 days prior-
"Alright my furry friends! Here's what I've got!" Garcia pressed the clicker for the screen. "Three women, all strangled to death in the last 4 weeks. All white, mid 30's with dark hair. Unidentified fingerprints were found at the scene that appear to be male. All three women were sedated with ketamine.”
“It’s obvious that our unsub has a hatred for a female figure in their life. Mother possibly?” JJ said, looking through the women’s files. Reid took a further look at the crime scene photos. “The ligature marks on the neck suggest that it was an older necklace, could that have some significance?”
The team nodded. “Garcia, double check the fingerprints again. See if the M.E get any metal residue off of the victim’s necks. JJ,Morgan,Prentiss, see if you an find anything at the victim’s houses. Reid, help Garcia and work on the geographical profile.” They all got to work.
-Friday, 2 pm-
“Our unsub is male,roughly six foot tall,with an athletic build. He’s recently divorced, and has a misogynistic mindset.”
“He’ll have a higher paying job, likely something working with his hands. He will seem like a good employee to his customers, but will have several complaints from his co-workers.”
After the team gives the profile, the PD got a tip about a man named Markus Y/L/N that fit the profile and was seen with one of the girls at the bar. Garcia did some digging and stopped in her tracks and immediately called Hotch.
-with the team-
“Team, we have an update. Y/L/N has a kid.” The team all had wide eyes at the news. With what they knew about Markus, they certainly did not expect a kid of all things. “Reid,Morgan,JJ,head to the Y/L/N house and talk with them. I just got word from Garcia that our unsub is not present there currently. Be cautious.”
-Y/L/N house, Your POV-
I was reading my new book on my bed when I heard a knock at the door. “Coming!” I dog-eared the page I was on and went downstairs and looked through the peephole before opening the door.
“Hello, my name is Agent Jereau, this is Agent Morgan and Doctor Reid. We’d like to ask you a couple questions if that’s alright?” They all showed their credentials.
I felt myself tense when she said agent. This can’t be any good.
“O-Of course,come in.” I opened the door the rest of the way to let them in. “Would any of you like something to drink? I have water and fresh lemonade if you’d like any.” Agents Jereau and Morgan shook their heads no. Doctor Reid asked for a glass of lemonade. I smiled at him and went into the kitchen.
-3rd POV-
Morgan shifted to look at Reid. “You good man? It’s not like you to take any offers from people, especially since we’re in the house of an unsub.” Reid looked back at him. “You could see the nervousness right? They relaxed quite a bit and even smiled after I asked for it. They feel intimidated by us, so we can assume they know something we don’t.”
JJ and Morgan just nodded and smiled as you came from the kitchen with Reid’s lemonade.
“So, your father isn’t here right now?” You nodded your head no. “He’s off on a business trip for a few days. If you need to speak with him, he should be back tomorrow.” You shifted in your seat as Morgan stared at you, seeming to be studying you.
“Is that really what he’s doing? Or do you know what he’s actually doing?” He stated and you gulped. You weighed all your options as you watched JJ elbow Morgan whispering something about ‘being too harsh’ and ‘It’s just a kid’
“I-I um I-” you stuttered, still not knowing what to say. You had some steady tears flow down your face as you started to panic a little.
JJ’s motherly instincts kicked in as soon as she saw your tears. She sat next to you and shushed you to keep you calm. Reid just smiled sympathetically at you while she held you close.
“He said he had business to attend to...I think he is going to do it again. H-He um, he mentioned an adress of a w-woman who used to be our neighbor...C-Cassidy Howards.” You said quietly, barely loud enough to be heard by the other agents in the room. Morgan immediately got up to call Garcia and Hotch.
“Shhhh...It’s ok, we’ll take care of you ok?” JJ softly rubbed your back as you cried harder.
-Your POV (sorry for all the POV changes 😅)-
I held tightly onto Agent Jereau as I told her everything. How I figured out what he was doing, when I caught him in the act, how I met all of the victims because he brought them to the house at some point. All of it.
When I finally started to calm down to just sniffling, I wiped my tears and sat up. Agent Morgan walked back in and looked toward Doctor Reid. “Hotch said we could bring the kid back to the Bureau. C’mon kid, get some stuff and come with us.” I nodded but before I walked up the stairs, I turned on my heel to face the agents again. “I h-have a name you know, an’ I’m not a kid. My name is Y/N.”
Morgan laughed and smiled at me. “Alright, alright. Now go get your stuff.” I turned back around to go up the stairs to get some of my stuff. I grabbed my school backpack and put my laptop and notebooks in there as well as a few of my favorite books. I zipped it up and grabbed my phone as well as one more book.
I went back downstairs and met with the agents outside. Before we got into one of their fancy SUVs, Dr. Reid stopped me. “ ‘The Canterbury Tales’ huh? You have to read that for school?” he asked me as I looked down at my book.
“Oh! Well, not exactly. It’s one of my favorites by Chaucer. This one specifically was given to me by a dear friend of mine a while back. I tend to read a lot, since I don’t get much time for making friends. Have you read any of his books?” He smiled at me and we started talking about our other favorite books on the way to their HQ. I wasn’t aware of the two agents smiling at us the whole ride there.
-BAU HQ-
“Wow, this place is huge.” I said as I looked around in amazement. I heard Morgan laugh. He pats my back and says “Most people have that same reaction when they first see this place. You’ll be watched by our Tech Analyst, Penelope Garcia for now. I can show you to her offic- Nevermind, there she is.”
I saw a blond, brightly dressed woman speed walking towards us. “Whoa Baby Girl, slow down or you’ll scare the kid.” He laughed as she playfully hit his arm. I smiled at her as she looks over to me.
“Oh! You must be Y/N! Aww you’re so adorable! I just wanna eat you up! Time to show you my lair!!” She grabbed my arm, making me laugh as she pulled me with her to her “lair”
-3rd POV-
The team was conversing about the case in the bullpen after they caught Markus. “I feel bad for the kid. Having to go through all that and keep secrets with him in the house. What do you think is gonna happen to ‘em?” Morgan asked, wanting to know that you’d be safe somewhere.
“I’m pretty sure CPS already found a nice Foster family that would take them in. They live here in Quantico.” The whole team had smiles on their faces as they looked over to you listening to Rossi talk about profiling and his favorite recipes to make. They had all gotten attached to you. Later when the CPS person came to pick you up, you got hugs from every team member. “Don’t be afraid to come visit here sometime. You can call us anytime you need something. Even if it’s just needing to talk. We’re here for ya kid.” You smiled at Morgan as you gave him one last hug.
Yeah, some things in life can be unexpected, but sometimes, it’s not all that bad.
//Omg! My first fic is finished! Again, sorry if there are any mistakes, feel free to correct me. Please give feedback! <3
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In Plain Sight, Chapter 4
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3
Written for @k-itsmaywriting‘s birthday! I hope that, despite how weird the world is right now, you have an amazing day!
Shirayuki understands how this is supposed to work. She’s seem movies after all-- Witness, of course; Sister Act 1 & 2, if only because Opa thought Whoopie Goldberg was a national treasure and Oma thought she was too young to be watching Ghost; and Our Lips Are Sealed about eight times on video cassette, since she’s old enough (and Opa resisted DVD long enough) have both VCRs and wholesome Olsen twins content as a part of her childhood.
(Her favorite formative twins were Annie and Hallie from The Parent Trap; they were red-headed, just like her, and one of them had a British accent. She’d been devastated to find out that not only were both of them American, but they were also only one girl. She’d watched Double Trouble to console herself)
In any case, she knows how this goes, at least narratively. She lays down in this amazingly comfortable bed, stares up at the ceiling in a tense yet melancholy fashion for hours, and dreams in plot-relevant flashbacks. Extra points if they reference the crime she witnessed.
The problem is: she didn’t. She’s just the unfortunate collateral to her father’s personal redemption. All the life ruining without ever being part of the A plot.
There’s an upside though: the second she hits that firm cloud of a mattress, she’s out like a light.
Absolutely nothing wakes her, but Shirayuki jolts into consciousness anyway, as unpleasant as any false start. She expects to be confused; she’s not a graceful riser to begin with, and every morning in temporary housing, she’d bounce off three walls at minimum trying to find a bathroom that didn’t exist.
(Well, the bathroom did exist, it just didn’t exist where it should, which was down the hall to the right, and was compounded by the door being in exactly the wrong place too.)
Instead, she knows exactly where she is. Knowledge which is quickly followed by the low-key, seething resentment for the man who put her here.
She groans, lifting her head from the pillow. It’s fine. She’s fine. It’s just--
7:00, her alarm clock says. Tuesday, her brain provides after a long moment.
She should be getting up, habit told her. Getting her morning fix of avocado toast and orange juice with Paul Newman’s face stamped on it.
There’s worse ways to start your day than having a fine pair of eyes smiling at you, Oma would say.
What can I say? Opa’d grumble back, flipping through the paper. It’s impossible to compete with Butch Cassidy.
Her fingers curl into the sheets. There’d be none of that today. Agent Jiang-- Obi’s assistant had gotten her Simply Orange instead. A small mercy. It’s hard enough to be someone else when there’s still so much her clinging to the edges.
It’s tempting to linger in bed; she’s always been a morning person, up with the birds, but maybe Claire isn’t. Maybe Claire likes to stay up late and sleep in, sleeping past the three alarms she sets for herself. Maybe she likes to have waffles for breakfast, straight from a box, and drinks pomegranate juice. Maybe she doesn’t bike into the lab at eight because--
She groans. Because Claire doesn’t have a job. A thing that will have to change soon, since Claire has to pay for this house.
There’s a great deal of compromise that happens between bedside and bathroom; habit insists she needs to be fully dressed, ready to greet the day, but everything else--
Well, she’s not going anywhere is she? There’s no reason she couldn’t wallow in her pj’s all day
Standards, habit insists. But those belonged to Shirayuki, not Claire. Claire has no job, no friends, and nothing to do on a Tuesday morning besides--
Oh no, the recycling.
The bin is nearly two-thirds her height, but with only one day under her belt, it’s already overflowing. Good thing she’d looked at that brochure when it slipped out from between the takeout menus.
She shrugs her hoodie a little tighter, pulling it down over her leggings-- habit and hedonism settled on exercise wear as a happy medium-- and grips the handle, tugging it out the opening garage door, right into the fresh Texas morning--
And promptly throws her hoodie back into the garage. She might need that with the downright frosty temperature the house is set to, but oh, she was not going to cover her skin out here any more than necessary. Even now, she’s starting to sweat in impossible places beneath her leggings.
Hooking her palm back around the handle, she tugs the bin down the drive. Her gaze fixes to the pavement-- the last thing she needs is to trip right over herself on her own driveway taking out the trash-- and she doesn’t look up until she hits the sidewalk. It’s a struggle to get it to sit right-- these are proper curbs, white poured cement with squared edges meant to puncture cheeky tires; one of the wheels catches in a gap and refuses to budge until she hip checks it out onto the next slab.
She’s damp at this point, skin dewing with giant drops of sweat she’s tempted to shake off like a dog, but--
But Martha Kino has an arm slung along their fence, holding a tall glass of iced tea that makes her mouth water just to look at.
“Oh, um, good morning!” she calls out with a weak wave. “I didn’t, um, see you there.”
It’s only when Martha slides her gaze to her that she realizes her neighbor hadn’t been looking at her at all. Her mouth curves into a knowing smile at the sight of her. “Good morning, honey. You here for the show?”
Shirayuki blinks. “The show?”
“Mm-hm.” Martha takes a long drag from her straw, ice clinking against the glass. “Here it comes now.”
Shirayuki tracks her line of sight right across the cul-de-sac, squinting at half acre of immaculately trimmed, completely invasive Bermuda grass. Their front garden is well-kept, as well; thickly mulched with giant hibiscus blooming blood red against pristine stone facade.
Oh, and there’s a man as well. That’s probably what Mrs Kino is looking at.
He’s tall. No, tall is an understatement; he’s a giant, six foot four at least with shoulders to match. He’s trimmed with the same military precision as his lawn, clean shaven with an undercut that could scratch glass. Heavy brows draw sharply over his nose, forehead rumpling as he tears a box right down the fold--
Ah, well, all right. It’s not doing much of anything for her, but the Vitruvian man’s more ideal cousin ripping up boxes definitely counts as a show. Halfway through, he grabs the hem of his shirt, mopping his brow, and ah, hm, he could definitely have made money as an anatomical model. His rectus abdominis are, ah...very defined.
“Is he--” Shirayuki searches for the words-- “from around here?”
“Oh, him?” Martha’s gaze doesn’t stray for a second, not even as she sips at her tea. “That’s Scott. Aspen’s husband. They just moved in a few weeks ago.”
Shirayuki glances around the neighborhood. Seems like more than a few of her neighbors hope they’ll never leave either.
“Quite the pair, those two,” Martha hums. “She’ll be at the luncheon. I know you two will just get on like houses.”
More like houses on fire if she mentions she’s seen her husband’s floor show. “Oh, right. The um, luncheon.”
Mrs Kino grins as Scott hops back inside, out of this heat, just like she’s dying to do. “By the way, he mows the lawn on Sunday, just before lunch.”
“Oh, um, great.” She’ll be sure to miss it. “Can’t wait.”
It’s too early to bake cookies.
There’s not a baked good on earth that tastes as good two days later as it does fresh out of the oven; Shirayuki knows that down to her toes and bones, but still--
Stress baking. It’s a thing. And she doesn’t have to make anything right now. She could get all the ingredients together, just to make sure she has them. And then...just not do anything.
She can. Definitely. Absolutely. She’s Claire now. Claire probably doesn’t even like chocolate chip cookies.
Oh gosh, who is she kidding? Only monsters don’t like chocolate chip cookies. What next, Claire doesn’t like brownies? Apple pie? Snickerdoodles?
It’s a slippery slope, not liking things. Best to just keep it simple and eat everything, that’s what Opa always said at the church potluck.
The morsels and brown sugar already sit out on the counter when her phone lets out a piercing ting. She’s half tempted to ignore it; she’s having a contentious battle with the ten pounds of King Arthur flour that’s tucked away in her cabinet-- what was she thinking?-- and she refuses to show any fear in the face of baking supplies but--
Ting. No one knows her number. Well, no one except the government.She settles back on her heels with a sneeze. The government probably doesn’t take kindly to being left on read.
Her hands clap against her thighs, flour misting into the air as she leaves two partial prints right over the helical print. She frowns, plucking at the fabric, nose wrinkling as more powder burst into the air. Ting.
“I’m coming,” she mutters, stumbling over to the island. “I’m coming.”
Sugar Daddy i got just what u need pumpkin check ur email
The corners of her mouth dig furrows into her cheeks as she clicks on the notification. It’s the only message in her inbox, aside from the ubiquitous Welcome to Gmail spam and a few coupons for Banana Republic and a couple of other retailers. They’d taught her about this at orientation; they couldn’t do much about an empty inbox, but everyone had at least a few mailing lists they’d either forgotten to opt out of or regularly used.
Still...what about her said Banana Republic? She glances down at her spandex-clad legs. If they were going to go for a too-expensive clothing line, they could have at least sprung for Lululemon.
Ah, but that wasn’t the point. Marshal Jiang-- Obi hadn’t texted all...that...to show off some spam. Sitting at the very top of her inbox is a Cornell email address-- Cornell-- with an attachment.
Dear Claire, the message reads, We’re so sorry to see you go, but I’m glad we’re able to keep in touch. Of course we kept the copy of your old CV. Good luck to you in all your endeavors.
It’s signed by some professor; not high profile enough for her to have heard of, but she doesn’t doubt that he’s real, someone a curious party could look up on Cornell’s directory. Well, at least for the next six months.
The Columbia alumna inside her writhes in agony. Cornell. She doubts it’s a coincidence.
Me Aren’t you supposed to be taking care of me?
Not that she’s very, um, up on the specifics of such a relationship, but she’d been under the impression that sugar...children?...were supposed to be fully reliant on their sugar parent. Her mouth pulls thin. Already she’s thinking about this far more than she’d ever hope to.
Sugar Daddy a good daddy makes sure his baby can take care of herself ;)
This declaration is followed by a stream of emojis, ending with an eggplant and a peach, and she just-- doesn’t need to know. She wipes away the sweat that beads at her hairline-- from embarrassment, of course-- and downloads the attachment.
Me I’ll take a look. Thank you.
She sets the phone back on the island, face down, and glares. He can’t possibly be like this to everyone. People would complain. They wouldn’t just let him insinuate that he-- that they--
Ting.
Sugar Daddy good girl
All right. Maybe they would.
Shirayuki doesn't get homesick.
She’d been the first brownie to leap out of her car at summer camp; Opa barely had time to lurch into park before she was traipsing across the field, backpack slung over her shoulder and duffel bag dragging on the grass. Freshman year, she moved into the dorm by herself, pressing kisses to wrinkled cheeks as she lugged her suitcases onto the train; she’d almost forgotten to wave from the window.
But as soon as she lays down in bed, the lights snuffed out and the world still, it hits her. Just a soft roll of her stomach at first, the barest itch on her skin, like wearing a wool sweater on a spring afternoon. It’s fine; too much to ignore but nothing that would keep her up too long.
It doesn’t stay that way.
Her stomach clenches, tears pricking at her eyes, and it’s everything she can do to just roll onto her side, letting the chills wrack through her body. She shivers so hard her teeth chatter, and this-- this isn’t the gentle ache of nostalgia her books prepared her for. This is an illness, plain and simple, like when she caught norovirus in eighth grade can could hardly do anything but lay on the bathroom floor and wait for the next wave to begin.
This isn’t her, she isn’t like this, she doesn’t get like this, but-- but--
Before she always knew her home was waiting for her; she could leave but Oma and Opa would always keep the front lamp on, waiting for weary travelers and last minute bookings.
It’s different now that there’s no home to come back to.
7:00, her alarm clock says. She watches it tick over, like she has for every hour before it.
She must have slept at some point; it’s impossible that she’s lain awake, staring at the clock for eight hours. But that doesn’t make her any less tired, and so when her alarm starts up, beeps cutting through the quiet white noise of the air conditioner, she reaches out and slaps it off.
Shirayuki may not sleep in, but Claire is certainly warming to the idea.
Her notebook sits open on the island; neat, looping script stretches across the page, straining the boundaries of the blue lines that contains it. She’d done her homework yesterday, combing through job sites to find the most likely candidates. There’s five on her list right now, ranked according to preference, and oh, is Shirayuki glad she had the gumption to do this before, because this morning she feels like roadkill being scraped off the blacktop.
Still, she worries at her lip as her laptop boots up, peering over her list. In the cold light of the morning, five seems too few, but...desperation hasn’t set in yet. She’s allowed to still have standards.
Wrapping her hands around her mug, she glances at the next page: another list. No, a set of instructions. Edit CV. Write cover letters.
Shirayuki groans. Even with the bullet points she left for herself, composing cover letters is a circle of hell all its own. With only three hours of solid sleep under her belt, it’s an insurmountable hurdle to getting hired.
“Right,” she murmurs, hooking an ankle around a stool and pulling it under her. “Editing it is.”
She clicks on the pdf Obi sent her, scrolling down and--
“Oh no.” She rears back from the screen, heart pounding. “No, no. There’s got to be a mistake...”
“Hey, baby,” Obi’s voice rumbles through her speaker. It’s thick and warm and would be utterly distracting if she were in any less of a crisis. “A little early for a b--?”
“What happened to my papers?”
“Uh.” All the suggestion in his tone evaporates. “What?”
“My papers.” Her hand grips the phone so tight it creaks. “They’re gone.”
His end goes silent. Silent enough to make that weird click, like the line’s cut out, and she pulls back to check--
“Someone stole your passport?” He laughs, incredulous. “Some sort of luck you have, Miss. Barely had it for a day and already you’ve gotten your identity stolen.”
She blinks into the barren air of her kitchen. “What?”
“You know,” he hums, too amused, “I picked out a cute house in the suburbs for safety, and here you are, getting robbed. Did you leave them in your car? Or did you just go out--”
“N-no!” She’s honestly half tempted to say what car, until she remembers the tasteful mid-sized SUV in the driveway, the one she’s still been calling the girlfriend car in her head, and realizes-- it’s hers. She’s the girlfriend.
Except she’s not. At all. Which is fine! She doesn’t even want that! If she’s still thinking about what his mouth feels like as he wraps them around his words, then--
She really can’t be thinking about this right now. “I mean my papers! I just looked at my CV and it’s a page!”
He hesitates, though not enough for the line to click again. “Isn’t that long enough?”
“CVs aren’t resumes,” she informs him patiently, pen twisting between her fingers. “They’re dick measuring contests--”
Her teeth snap around the words, but oh, it’s too late. They’re already out there in the aether, and he’s laughing.
“Now there’s something I didn’t think I’d hear out of you, Miss.” He doesn’t need to sound so pleased about it.
“It’s something my old PI used to say,” she mutters. Oh, Garak would be so proud of herself if she knew. “It’s not very polite, but she’s not, um, wrong.”
“I’m sorry the US government made you under endowed.” His words practically rattle as he says them. “It’s not the size that matters, Miss, but how you use it.”
“Obi,” she huffs. “All the work I’ve done for the past ten years of my life now is attributed to my birth name and my birth name only! According to this CV I have the same level of experience, but less papers than an undergrad! And you can’t tell me that any of these are searchable on PubMed.”
And none of them are first authors, is what she doesn’t say. It’s a petty thing to worry about when her entire academic career is functionally extinct.
“Hm.” His fingers drum quickly on a table. Desk? It’s strange not knowing anything about the man who is her only lifeline. “I’ll look into it.”
“I don’t want to be, um, alarmist, but I can’t get a job with this.” Her hand shakes as she scrolls down her screen. “No one is going to hire a post-doc with a one page CV.”
“Don’t worry, Miss. There’s a plan for this, somewhere.” She can feel his grin when he says, “You can’t be the first academic who’s had to go into hiding.”
She smiles, despite herself. “Considering some of the conferences I’ve been to, I can believe it.”
“Besides, you could always apply to pharmaceuticals.” The very word is like a donkey kick to her gut. “The pay’s supposed to be better--”
“I can’t work for Big Pharma.”
He hesitates. “You...can’t?”
“Obi, they make little old grandmas pay eight hundred dollars for insulin!” She presses a hand to her chest. “Banting and Best didn’t sell the patent for one dollar so that people could get gouged by--”
“I get it, I get it,” he assured her. “Preaching to the choir. But as a safety, I’m sure you could find one that isn’t stealing candy from babies.”
She huffs. “I doubt it.”
He rasps out a laugh. “I’ll see what I can do. As I said, can’t be the first PhD on the lam.”
Her mouth twitches. “Just yours?”
“You are certainly some kind of education, Miss.” He hums. “Give me a day. See what I can turn up.”
“You have two,” she informs him magnanimously. “I have the luncheon tomorrow.”
“Oh, right.” She doesn’t need to see him to know he’s lounging, smug like a cat post-canary. “Looking forward to joining the neighborhood’s Ladies’ Committee?”
“Ha ha,” she drawls flatly. “Very funny.”
He is unnervingly silent on the other end.
“You’re kidding, right?” Her voice certainly does not fill with a nervous quaver. “You guys don’t have things like that around here.”
Obi hums, humoring her.
“W-what would they even do?” She picks nervously at the sticker on her laptop, prying up part of NVIDIA. “Plan potlucks? Organize the Neighborhood Watch? Cotillions?”
She doesn’t know how he makes his grin so palpable over 4G. “Looking forward to your debut, Miss?”
Shirayuki scowls down at her screen. “I think I’m firmly up on the shelf, thank you. Now if you don’t mind, I have cookies to make.”
#obiyuki#akagami no shirayukihime#snow white with the red hair#my fic#witness protection au#ans#i wanted SO BADLY to get to the ladies lunch this chapter#but a lot of the lead up in here got too long#and in the interest in cutting it at a place that made sense#it all got moved one chapter over#BUT it is almost to where the true conceit of this fic arrives#always a nice place to be
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FNV Companions React to Someone Being Aggressive Towards Rex.
@spidester basically came up with this idea.
TW: Mentions of violence against humans and animals. Some sexual flirtation. Swearing is the norm at this point
Fucking IDEK if these are out of character anymore we just roll with it. Also, shitty and inconsistent writing and react length ahoy. Also yes I lied and said this was going to be out last night but I got sick please understand-
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Arcade: Six had dragged him into Ultra-Luxe because once again, they were being stupid and trying to beat some sort of goal they had set for themselves earlier that day at the gambling tables. Rex had also come in with them, but had wandered off with his snout up in the air towards the kitchens. While Six was focusing on the Blackjack table Arcade heard a sudden yip and bark behind him and turned to see two people laughing and kicking the poor dog. They weren’t dressed like the people that would usually gamble here and they certainly weren’t a White Glove, so Arcade just assumed they were some travelers that didn’t know Six’s reputation and love for their canine companion. Also angry at the situation unfolding, Arcade briskly made his way over to them.
“Excuse me-”
“Fuck off.”
Now, that made Arcade very unhappy. Honestly, he expected them to be rude, but was still a little surprised at how quickly they shot him down, not even trying to start an argument or anything. Yet.
“Listen, gentlemen.” Arcade said sharply, “I suggest you leave now because you’d much rather deal with me telling you how vile of people you are than for my friend over at the Blackjack table getting word of what you’ve been doing to their dog.”
“Oh, tough guy, eh? Well guess what, we don’t give a shit about what you or your idiot friend have to say!” The taller of the men sneard, getting right up in Arcade’s face. “Fucking forget it, the dumb dog isn’t worth our time. They ran out of booze a while ago anyway.”
Arcade gave them a look of disinterest as the semi-stumbled out the door. He made….. eye contact?..... with one of the masked servers when he looked away from them, who also seemed relieved that the two men were gone, probably because they had trached dust and mud throughout the entire main room. Making his way back to Six, Arcade was going over scenarios in his head about what Six would do once he told them. Turns out one of his guessed scenarios was true. He did know Six very well after all. Unfortunately for the men, they had decided to sleep naked that night and Six had found out where they were staying through a few connections. A few hours later the men’s clothes were strung up on and lit on fire in the middle of Freeside, with the neat edition of shoving several hungry geckos into the men’s hotel room. The men ran out into the Mojave, naked and with a few flesh chunks missing from their body, while Rex gnawed happily on his Brahmin Steak in the Lucky 38.
Boone: A Legion party had ambushed them just outside of Red Rock Canyon as they were making their way towards Vegas from Goodsprings. The system they had was working well enough, Boone had managed to climb his way up on the hill to the right of the road and was sniping them from afar while Six was up close with their ripper. It was hard to get solid damaging headshots on them since they were those dumb helmets, but if he got lucky Six would get close enough to rip one of their helmets off so he could get a clear shot through their skull. Usually, there were 4 Legionaries in a party but Caesar must have really wanted Six dead at this point, so they were currently being surrounded by at least 12, possibly even more. As Six drop-kicked two legionaries into each other, Boone noticed one of the other Legionaries targeting Rex and backing him up against the Canyon wall. Luckily for Boone and unfortunately for the Legionnaire, there was no helmet in sight. Boone lined up the shot and it entered the target’s head with a whiz and a squish. As the now-corpse fell to the ground, the group of three reorganized amongst the carnage. Rex sat down at Boone’s feet and looked up at him, mouth open and panting.
“Don’t look at him like that.” Boone said in a monotone voice, making the Courier laugh beside him.
“Boone, you’re talking to a dog.” The Courier started on their way once again to Vegas, looking down at the dog now trotting beside them.
“You want to go see the King Rex?”
*Bark*
“Look who’s talking to the dog now.”
Veronica and Cassidy: The girls had decided to hang out together today, without the Courier. They also had Rex in tow and were currently sitting at the Atomic Wrangler’s counter. Both of these women were at least three bottles in each already and their laughter poured through the casino as Veronica slouched over and snorted at one of Cass’ merchant stories.
“There is *snort* there is no way he did that.” Veronica wheezed out, falling into another fit of laughter.
“He did! He just grabbed that fucker by his-”
Their conversation was cut off when a man walked over to them. Much too confidently, I might add. They both looked up at him in disgust and annoyance.
“So, what are two beautiful ladies doing out here all alone. You know, why don’t we all go upstairs and have a little *fun* together. ” The man leaned in so far he almost touched noses with Veronica. Rex had been sitting idly with his head in his paws on the floor until this moment. When the man leaned in, Rex growled and stood up, brisling at the man.
“Dumb dog.” The man grumbled, swinging out his hand and hitting Rex in the head. Now no one knew if the man had meant to hit Rex so hard that he slammed his glass dome into the counter, but it didn’t matter now. Veronica pushed up off the counter and shoved the man back.
“Who do you think you are?! First, you come up to two ladies who are CLEARLY disinterested in you, interrupt their good time, then you have the audacity to hit our dog?!” Veronica practically yelled, drawing attention from several others in the room. Two people in particular had the look in their eyes that was almost begging to see a fight.
“Listen, girlie, I do what I want, ok?” The man growled, cut off by Veronica shoving his back against the counter, “Oh, girlie, you want to start right now?”
“She doesn’t want to do anything with you. Nobody would.” Cass said as she finally stood up, looking over Veronica’s shoulder.
“Now come on ladies, no need to fight over me.” The man slurred, the beginnings of a wolfish grin on his face.
Now, Ronnie may be small but she has a power fist and can fuck some people up. In a flash, the man was on his knees with both arms straining behind him, courtesy of Cass. Veronica unveiled her power fist and a spark of fear appeared in the man’s eyes as she swung it dainlity near his temple.
“I could swing my fist sideways right now.” She started swinging faster and more aggressively, “And give you a good lesson about how to treat others around you with an indent on your head to remind you.”
“N-No!”
“Oh, come on. I’m sure it would be no trouble for my friend here.” Cass sneered, tightening her grip on the man’s arms, making him squeal out in man.
“Please, please! No!”
As the once confident man was damn near sobbing just at the prospect of getting hit, Veronica and Cass looked up at each other and grinned. Dragging the man outside, Veronica used her unarmored fist to hit him into a puddle of… something. The man stumbled to his feet and looked back in fear at the doorway. Then sprinted off.
“DAMN! NEXT TIME YOU START A FIGHT YOU BETTER BE ABLE TO FINISH IT!” Cass yelled after him before they retreated into the casino once more.
. On their way back in, two figures walked out the door, following the now out of sight man. Sometimes, if you want to see a fight, you just have to start one yourself.
Ed-E: *Pulls out laser canon* “Beep beepbeep bop'' Translation: “You bitch ass motherfucker”. Even if Rex sometimes drools on Ed-E or accidentally whips a ball at it’s shell, Ed-E will still protecc and attacc.
Lily: Ok no but honestly and sorry to disappoint but any scenario involving her reacting to this is just them fighting, her calling the Courier Jimmy, then absolutely rocking the perpetrators shit. Like, tear that person in half grandma. I wanted to write a longer thing out….unless
Raul: He and Six had decided to stop at 188 Trading Post for the night instead of attempting to walk all the way back to Vegas. They were low on supplies, tired and hungry, and Raul’s back was acting up again. Samuel was nice enough to let Raul lie down for a bit on one of the mattresses behind the bar while Six was focusing on cleaning their weapons and bartering. Just as he was about to drift off, he heard Six’s voice speak up above the radio.
“Don’t touch my goddamn dog like that!”
“You don’t get to tell me what to do you fucking piece of shit! Oh fuck-”
Raul stood up and peered around the corner to see a rather interesting sight. Six was straddling some random man and aggressively slapping his hands away when he tried to reach for them, all while screaming every obscene thing they’ve ever been taught, even some things in Spanish thanks to Raul. Samuel was looking very concerned at the bar, not wanting to get directly involved in this mess while Rex was barking his head off in the man's face. After Raul managed to drag Six off the man, he found out the man was an associate of Alexander and was talking about making a deal with him when Rex came up to him to sniff his hand. Agitated, the man reached down and put his fist around Rex’s muzzle, yanking him up on his back to legs. Nothing escalated past that point as Six had entered the picture by then. They eventually decided to just walk back to Vegas that night and extend their break home, but damn if Raul wasn’t impressed and kind of flattered at the way they gracefully told a man how they were going to cut out this tongue and feed it to rats. Raul is dad.
(The insult thing was definitely a nod to one of @nuclear-reactions posts)
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God I love the theory of Cassidy and Sombra working together!!
I actually have some more evidence for this theory actually;
First we see them is the same bar in the Reflections
A few people say coincidence but I THINK NOT!
This is Sombra we're talking about, there is no way she would be in the same bar as Cassidy and not be up to something, even if it is a coincidence she isn't the type of person to not take the opportunity of having someone like Cassidy in her corner.
Another bit bit of evidence is the other interaction they have,
Cassidy: We should catch up sometime soon. Sombra: Why? I already know what you've been up to. Cassidy: But I don't. Sombra: And the problem is?
"Catch up" is not how you talk to someone you only have no/brief history with, same with Sombra's reply "I already know what you've been up to" it sounds like they're talking about more recent events then trying to get to know one another, in fact the whole conversation screams "these two know each other".
Not only that but it shows that Sombra isn't really blackmailing him, at least with anything Cassidy himself finds important, why?
Because Cassidy himself wants know her better.
Now let's get into something I find interesting.
Let's talk about Baptiste. (Spoilers for the short story What You Left Behind and New Blood #3)
At the end of What You Left Behind, Baptiste has the locations of all ex-Overwatch members. He also calls Sombra asking for a favour.
The next time we see Baptiste is in New Blood, asking Cassidy if he can join the new Overwatch.
In Baptiste's short story the only Overwatch member he talks about is Angela, giving the impression that she would be the he would contact.
So why would he go to Cassidy instead?
Sombra told him to, at this point she would have already been in contact with Cassidy long enough to know that he would be the better option for Baptiste to contact.
Because Sombra is the "Someone" who would be doing the background check. She would make sure that Baptiste would accepted by putting in a good word.
This leads me to my next point in this theory, Sombra isn't blackmailing Cassidy and they are genuinely friends/frenemies/"business partners"
My evidence for this?
They're old voice lines;
Sombra: Pleasure working with you, Cassidy... if that is your real name. Cassidy: Don't know what you heard, but my name's not Joel. Best remember that.
Not only that but what you can find in Sombra's room in Castillo;
All this gives me the impression that Sombra can't really find anything to blackmail him with and it's not from lack of trying. Cause you can't really blackmail a criminal with a 60 million bounty that is publicly being hunted down.
Sure she could use his location as a bargaining chip like she most likely does with Baptiste but that wouldn't work because Cassidy doesn't seem to care if he's being hunted down, he's been avoiding capture for six years while also doing bounty hunting and vigilante work. Cassidy wouldn't care about that.
Sombra also can't use Cassidy's past against him because all the illegal shit he's done is public knowledge.
She has nothing on him. Which leads into a very interesting dynamic between the two because they are both on equal footing with each other.
And that is Sombra having someone in her corner that she knows fully well is there willingly.
I mentioned before that Sombra most likely uses Baptiste's location as a bargaining chip, the reason I say this is because Sombra is a very paranoid character. The reason she is the way she is, is because of the eye conspiracy we see in her backstory, something noticed her hacking and it freaked her out. The eye conspiracy is the reason she joined Talon in the first place.
Sombra is a character that needs control, needs information on everyone so she knows she's the one with all the strings.
So it would be out of character for he to not have the constant threat of "I can tell talon exactly where you are" hanging over Baptistes head in order to make sure he doesn't cross her.
Meaning she doesn't really have anyone she can genuinely trust, sure she get's along with Sigma but that's more of her being the only one in Talon looking out for him. Not the other way around.
If her and Cassidy are genuinely working together and helping each other, weather Sombra realises it or not, she has someone who she can actually trust. Someone who she knows wouldn't throw her to the wolves, because her and Cassidy have s friendship that isn't based on her having control over him through blackmail.
Now let's get into the question of why would Cassidy and Sombra be working together at all.
Well for Sombra it's as simple as Cassidy is a very skilled person, he was in Blackwatch meaning he defiantly has experience with extracting information, not only that but he would have information on Reaper, Solider, Ana and Overwatch as a whole that she would want. Cassidy could also get information that she herself couldn't, he's a public figure, she isn't, she needs to lay low, he doesn't. Cassidy could do a lot more public stuff then Sombra could.
Now with Cassidy it's also rather simple and you actually mentioned it in your post, protection, being able to travel easier and do more. To put it into simple words, who wouldn't want a master hacker in they're corner.
They both benefit from working with the other.
Again I find this theory neat and I really hope it's canon cause it would be such a fun twist. We already know Sombra isn't loyal to Talon soooo-
(Also I didn't really talk about this but the idea of Cassidy and Sombra living together is now an idea I cannot get out of my head, there is so much potential for shenanigans it's great!)
I think Sombra and Cole are partners, like business partners and they're traveling together. Why do I say this? Well if you listen to their convo about Cole having to look up how to remove the cactus spines, he says "last night around dinner time", why would he say that specifically? People usually have dinner at different times, unless you are living with someone on the same schedule, like your family, or a roommate. Cole is working with her to possibly get info on Gabe, his wanted posters are everywhete yet he's managed to fly to Egypt, Russia, and South Korea with absolutely no trouble from authorities over his history or firearm, either he's very well disguised or Sombra is using her skills to help him get through customs and security with fake IDs and wiping his record clean.
The two definitely have a sort of professional friendship, or Sombra is blackmailing him.
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LITTLE DO YOU KNOW PT. 7
"𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦–– 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘦'𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵." – 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐨𝐧, 𝐀𝐦𝐲 & 𝐑𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐄𝐩𝐢𝐜 𝐃𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐫
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warnings: slight *unprotected* smut, implied sexual situations, otherwise its just fluffy convo.
word count: 10,282 [it’s a fucking novel ladies and gents, better buckle up]
authors note: FIRST AND FOREMOST, i’m going to apologize for the horribly written smut. i never write smut bc 1) i suck at it and 2) it makes me feel awkward lmao [sidenote: safe sex is great sex!!!]. also, if a boy did for me what tyler did for baby benn in this– then homeboy could like...get it. ALSO this ending wasn’t supposed to be the original ending, but i feel like it adds a little more oomph when it comes to small things involving the storyline– so i hope it doesn’t flop. i hope you guys’ enjoy! i love reading your comments, seeing your tags in the reblogs and just seeing that you guys’ enjoy this story as much as i enjoy writing it! without further ado, here’s part 7!
Your weekend with Tyler was exactly what you needed as a break away from school and of course, the biggest blessing Dallas was about to receive– the rest of the Benn's. Jordie was in town with the Canucks and your parents, Jenn, your brother-in-law, and your niece were all flying down to not only have a small visit with you before you traveled home for Christmas but to also see the two boys play against each other. Sure, they were able to see Jamie and Jordie play against each other only a few days ago when the Stars stopped in Vancouver, but there was one thing that the game didn't have– you. And you were never one to toot your own horn when it came to your siblings, but you were the favorite– second to Jenny at times. She was the firstborn and she had blessed your parents with a grandchild way before the rest of you. But you were the baby, and that was always a prize.
The rest of your family all got into Dallas around the same time, but since you had class and Jamie and Jordie had workouts, you guys didn't plan to get together until lunch, which unfortunately for Jamie, cut into his pre-game nap– but at least he'd get a free meal out of it, thanks to your parents. Until then though, you were suffering in your classes, too busy thinking about this past weekend and telling Kennedy everything you'd learned from Brandon about this Maisy girl. Kennedy didn't know who she was, and being the best friend ever, kept you out of your own worst thoughts by assuring you that if the relationship was as serious as Brandon said it was– Tyler wouldn't have played it off as nothing.
And that kept the bad thoughts out of your head for most of the day, until it came time to pick Jamie up at his place. The conversation in the car between your parents, you and Kennedy also kept you distracted– it was easy to talk about how school was going and how her family was doing, but when they mentioned your internship, it was hard not to immediately think about Tyler. Thankfully, by the time that came around, you guys were pulling up to Jamie's. Before your dad could even put the rental into park, you offered to run up and grab Jamie, that way they didn't have to get out of the car. You ran up the front steps and rang the doorbell an obnoxious amount of times and when the door opened, you were pleased to see Jenn standing there with a smile on her face.
"You know, there's a child sleeping in here," she joked, wrapping you in in a hug.
"Sleep is for the weak, Jenn. Kennedy is in the car with mom and dad, just send her to the back of the SUV so you guys can make room for the car seat."
"That's okay, Y/N. I managed to snag a sick rental," Andrew, your brother-in-law smiled, walking past with the car seat in his hands and giving you a one-armed hug.
"And by sick, he means a red 4runner," Jenn rolled her eyes as Andrew carried the car seat to their rental in the driveway. "He really just left without letting you see her, didn't he?"
"I'll see my favorite niece at lunch, that's fine," you laughed, watching as she put her purse on her shoulder. "Is he inside?"
"Jamie? Oh yeah, he's almost ready. We'll go ahead and follow you guys to the restaurant."
You nodded and walked inside as she walked out to their rental, closing the door behind her. "JAMIE EVERYONE'S READY BUT YOU!" You yelled out, unsure just where he was in his house.
"Jesus Christ, Y/N. You don't need to blow a guy's eardrum out like that," he groaned, walking from around the corner. "I just need to finish my hair and then grab water and I'm ready to head out."
"J...why are you even bothering to do your hair when you'll mess it up during your nap?"
He stopped in his tracks as if the thought never even crossed his mind. "Well, fine. But let me grab a hat at least so I don't have to brush it."
You sighed and leaned against the stairway, looking around his house aimlessly. When your eyes landed on an old picture of him and Tyler with Dude Perfect, a thought entered your mind. "Hey J? Can I ask you something?"
"Sure, why not?"
You bit the inside of your cheek, wondering whether or not you should ask. Would it make Jamie suspicious to...whatever the hell you and Tyler had? Would he tease you for even wanting to know? "Do you know who Maisy is?"
"Huh?"
"Maisy! Do you–" You started to yell, only to see him come back down the hallway with a hat in his hands. "Do you know who Maisy is?"
He didn't even bother to stop this time, only walking away and into his kitchen. "Like, Tyler's Maisy?"
Your stomach dropped then and there straight into the bottom of your shoes. 'Tyler's Maisy.' You weren't sure if it was the nonchalant way that he said it or the fact that he just confirmed that Brandon wasn't lying that made you feel so uneasy– but either way...you were.
"Yeah, where they like...a thing?"
He came out of the kitchen holding onto two water bottles and tossing you one. A genuine look of concern on his face sent your heartbeat into overdrive as you tried to keep your expression as neutral as possible. "I mean, yeah. I don't know if they were ever really official, but she was his man hookup all last season."
He walked away again, this time coming back and shoving his wallet into his short pockets. "She also kind of played a roll in why he had to pick his new house so fast. Granted he already had two settled, but I guess she accidentally leaked his address on Instagram or snapchat or something after order postmates." He opened the front door, grabbing his house keys off of the hanger. "Also, there was this huge spamming thing from random accounts on twitter, some sports forum and other crap saying he needed to go public with her. They'd even comment on Candace and Cassidy's stuff."
As you followed him out of the door, it all started to make sense as to why Tyler didn't want you to ever post that you were at his house– it wasn't fully out of fear that Jamie would know you were there...but because he was scared that maybe you'd leak his address. And while that revelation made you feel a little more at ease, you couldn't help but acknowledge the hint of sadness when you connected Brandon's comments about Tyler not letting Maisy post stuff, to what Jamie just confirmed.
"I think he broke it off in the summer though, why?"
You shook yourself out of your thoughts and walked ahead of him. "Oh nothing, I just heard some frat guys talking about her when I dropped Cole's stuff off."
"Yeah, well I wasn't the only one who warned Seggy about getting involved with a college girl. I mean, I got lucky with Katie, but there's also a three year age difference between us." You were shocked at Jamie's reply as he walked ahead of you this time. "Tyler's going for girls now where the age difference is like six to seven years– I mean, maybe mentally he's right for them, but it's just...I don't know it never works out and we keep trying to tell him that, but you know how he is."
You just smiled and nodded as he opened the car door for you and you saw Kennedy climb into the next row of seats. You followed suit, saving a seat for when you went to pick up Jordie and ultimately ending your conversation there. The conversation picked up between everyone in the car as you made your way to your lunch destination, but you were lost in your little world, resting on the things both Brandon and Jamie have said...plus the fact that Tyler would be joining you guys for the post-game dinner in just a few hours.
How bad could it all go?
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Dinner was going to be a fun time and it would only be because you were going to be witness to Jamie rubbing it into Jordie's face that they beat them twice in less than a week. Little brother beating big brother– the theme to their entire childhood, was enough to entertain your dinner for 11. They spent a good five minutes arguing about who would cover the check, Jamie or Jordie and for a hot second, they both agreed that you would cover it– but a quick reminder that you were a college senior with no job and an unpaid internship, shut them down real quick. Otherwise, dinner was fun and heartwarming.
Your parents had invited Big Rig and Tyler along– Big Rig once they learned that he and Kennedy were an item, and Tyler because he was like another son to them, and Jamie's best friend. Luckily for you, the way everyone ended up being seated around the table, you had Kennedy and Big Rig to your right, and Tyler to your left, before it moved on to Jenn at the end of the table with your niece. The conversations were flowing all across the table and seemingly never-ending, everyone around the table, at least once, having the conversation focused on them. With Big Rig, it was his sister and if he liked being back in Dallas versus being in Pittsburgh.
With Kennedy, it was how her family's work is going and whether she was ready to deal with the Canadian cold come Christmas. Jamie and Jordie were tied together, the same with Tyler when they weren't asking about how his family was doing. With you, it was school and how your internship with the team was going– and God the conversation seemed never-ending. But you weren't sure if it was because you hated being the topic of everyone at dinner or if it was Tyler's hand resting on your thigh.
The entire night, beneath the table Tyler had been touching you. At first, it was knocking his knee against your own now and then before full on pressing his leg against yours. Then it escalated to him touching your leg and eventually keeping a hold on your leg throughout dinner. Acts that seemingly everyone around the table was oblivious to. And during dinner, the two of you kept up your chirping at one another like it was another day in the locker room, though there were few moments that slipped through, where it was like you were the only two in the room. A time, that once or twice, Kennedy had to nudge you with her knee to warn you that your flirtationship with Tyler was starting to make its presence known in front of your family. You would then nudge Tyler with your leg, signaling for him that the two of you needed to cool it down a little, but then you'd place a hand on his thigh, letting him know that a little touch was still okay. While keeping it on the low was a high priority, you couldn't help but feel reassured about Tyler's feelings towards you with those small touches– for they cast away any doubts you'd been thinking only hours before.
Everything was fine until you got up to go to the bathroom just before Jordie handed off his card to pay the bill, at least you thought it was. Because the moment you walked out of the bathroom, Jordie was leaning against the awning for the bathroom hallway, waiting for you. "Creeper isn't a good look, Jordie." You joked, brushing by him as you continued to shake your hands dry of the water that the air dryer didn't get.
"Is there something going on with you and Seggy?"
The question stopped you in your tracks, both because you had feared that maybe he had picked up on something during dinner and because he had asked so blatantly that you were scared someone else would hear. "What?" You asked, turning around.
He moved off of the wall, still crossing his arms and walked up to you. He looked around before looking back at you again. "Is there something going on with you and Seggy?"
"What?" This time, the question didn't come from you, but from Jamie who had just walked towards the bathroom awning. "No way, that's ridiculous!"
You looked between the two Benn brothers, Jamie looking at Jordie as if he was insulted that Jordie even suggested it, and Jordie giving you his 'I'm your big brother, I'm not as oblivious as this idiot so I already know the answer' look. "What are you three talking about?"
We looked to see our Mom coming around the corner with everyone else slowly trickling behind. "Jordie seems to think that Y/N and Tyler have something going on, which is stupid and he's probably just still bitter that he lost."
Your mom just looks between the three of you with raised eyebrows before nodding her head. As if he had perfect timing, Tyler came strolling around the corner and plopped two hands on Jamie's shoulders. "I'm going pee and then I'm headed home, the dogs need to be fed and let out."
You sent up a silent prayer to the Universe at the fact Tyler hadn't offered to drive you back to your dorm, especially after Jordie had seemingly connected the dots. "I'm going to catch wait by Big Rig's car, he's taking Kennedy home...so I'm catching a ride." You smiled, before removing yourself from the situation and walking out into the crisp, night air.
It felt too stuffy in that restaurant all of a sudden and for the first time all night, you were grateful that your parents were staying with Jamie at his place instead of a hotel. That way, they had no choice but to take him straight home before they called it a night. They weren't obligated to drive you back to your dorm and both the Stars and your family were heading out of Dallas the next day.
"Hi, Sweetie." You turned around to see your mom making her way over to Big Rig's vehicle, pulling her cardigan across her chest. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah," you huffed, nodding towards the restaurant. "It was just a little hot in there."
She nodded, seemingly accepting your pathetic excuse. She barely let the silence settle between you before she spoke again. "You know I love you and that no matter what it is, you don't have to keep secrets from me...right?"
You tried not to let your face give it away, that you knew where she was going with her conversation. "Y-Yeah, I do..."
She took a deep breath before turning to look back at the restaurant, making sure the coast was clear. "Is Jordie right? About you and Tyler? Is there...something going on between you?"
When Jordie had asked, you were fearful– scared that he would judge you on being with Tyler, your brother's best friend, hell...a close family friend in general. That if he knew, all of a sudden he'd see you as just another one of Tyler's playthings and not Y/N...his younger sister. But when your mom asked, it was like the pressure of hiding it, mixed with a huge swell of emotions just washed completely over you, drowning you if it could, and you started to cry.
"Y-Yes..." You let out a small gasp as you went to speak immediately after your confession, "but please don't be mad at me mom– please don't–"
She took you into her arms and hugged you tightly, a hand resting at the back of your head and shooshing you to calm you down. You closed your eyes, taking in her embrace as you felt your shoulders feel a little lighter at the confession. When you pulled away, she held onto both of your hands before smiling at you. "So you and Tyler, you're...dating?"
"Yes...No..." You sighed, wiping your cheeks and shaking your head. "I don't know."
Your mom laughed, which was a reaction that you didn't expect from her. "I'll never understand this generation and your definition of relationships. Just tell me one thing...do you like him?"
You looked down at the ground, thinking about the last few days that you'd spent with Tyler and smiling at the way he made you feel and the funny moments in between. "I do...a lot. We have fun together, you know? It's just...it's easy."
"And I assume that Jamie doesn't know?"
You looked away from her again, nodding your head in shame. "We haven't told him yet...I'm just, scared of what he'll think."
"He's your brother, Y/N. I'm sure he'll think no less of you because of who you're dating." She sighed, squeezing your hand and gaining your attention. "And Tyler, well he is quite the step up from Cole."
"Yeah," you laughed, smiling at her. "He really is." As your eyes skimmed her face, your heart and brain prepared you for the 'but' that you knew was coming.
"Tyler's just..." Your mom shook her head, sighing again. "He's a little too old for you, don't you think?" She must have seen the look on your face when those words left her mouth because she held onto your arms and looked worried.
"I'm only saying that because well, the two of you are in very different stages of your lives. He's almost 28 and he's been in the adult world long enough to find out who he is and what he wants for his life. And you...you're barely 22, about to graduate college and experience the real adult world for the first time. You still need to find out who you are and what you want."
You understood what she meant and took her fear into account because if you were being honest...she had a point. Besides the summertime, you were in school for 9 months out of the year, living to a strict class schedule and figuring out your day to day routine without the fear of bills lingering over your head. You've had your little taste of the adult world, but come May you were about to get smacked in the face with reality...whereas Tyler's already figured out his life.
"Just...be careful, okay? You can have your time and relationship with Tyler, but don't lose yourself in this."
"Thanks, Mom, I love you." You whispered, hugging her close and wishing with everything that she didn't have to go back home tomorrow.
"I love you too sweetie." She pulled away and cupped your face, kissing your forehead. "Now promise me that you won't hide this from your brother forever, okay? It'd be a lot worse for him to find out from someone else rather than hear it straight from the both of you."
You only nodded in reply as the rest of your dinner group walked up, saying their goodbyes before separating to their cars. You lingered your goodbyes with Jenn and Jordie, telling them that you'd see them come Christmas time before hopping in the back of Big Rig's car and burying yourself out of sight. The entire ride back to the dorm, you were playing countless scenarios of how you'd tell Jamie about you and Tyler, hoping that there'd be the magic one that would solve every worry you had.
Only they all ended horribly wrong.
To make matters a little more stressful, when you got to your room, Kennedy had asked if she and Big Rig could have some private time alone. You agreed because at least one of you was going to get laid after that stressful dinner. So you did what you always did, packed an overnight bag and sent Tyler a text, wondering if he'd mind some company.
Of course, be there soon! 😁 All of your boys miss you (me included if you weren't aware)
Oh also, pack a bathing suit 😏
You quickly shoved your hottest bikini into your overnight bag and wished the two lovers goodnight, not failing to remind them to stay safe because you were too young to become an aunt again. They laughed you out of your dorm room and you raced down the stairs and out towards the parking lot where you knew Tyler would be waiting.
When his headlights shined on you, you felt a little burst of happiness rush through your veins as you climbed up into his jeep and immediately greeted him with a kiss before he could even say a word. "Wow, not that I'm complaining but...what was that for?" He laughed, waiting for you to put your seatbelt on before driving away.
"For saving me from having to wait hours before I could sleep in my sinful dorm room."
He threw his head back and laughed. "Wow, sinful dorm room? Is it that bad?"
"Tyler...we barely got two steps into the room before she straight up said 'I need to get laid, can I have the room?'" You joined in with his contagious laughter. "They're lucky I love them so much."
"Well, I for one am grateful for their horny actions," he reached and grabbed your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours and bringing your hands up to his mouth, kissing the back of yours. "Because now I get to spend the night with you and show you my surprise."
"Does it have anything to do with me needing to pack a bathing suit?"
He wiggled his eyebrows and kissed your hand again. "It has everything to do with a bathing suit. Speaking of," he let your hands rest on the center console. "Did you pack the...what did Kennedy call it? The raunchy red bikini?"
"Shut up, that was so embarrassing!" You leaned over and smacked his shoulder with your free hand as you felt your cheeks warm up. "And for your information...yes, yes I did. But if you keep teasing me, you won't get to see it."
Tyler coughed, this time trying his best to hide the fact that he was getting a little bashful. "There are two ways I could take that statement...and I'm not sure which one you meant."
God the two of you were practically downing in the awkward, sexual tension that surrounded you. You knew which two ways he was speaking of, too– either you don't do whatever activity involved your bathing suit, or you go full-on nude during whatever activity. And in all honesty, the thought of being naked with Tyler has been lingering in the back of your mind since the weekend when Kennedy asked if the two of you had had sex yet.
Plus, let's be honest...you've seen his ESPN body issue shoot...and seeing him naked wasn't the worst thing in the world.
When you guys got to his house, you greeted the dogs before he could manage to usher them all away from you. He handed you your bag and kissed your cheek before nodding at you to go upstairs. "Go ahead and drop your stuff off and get dressed, then meet me outside."
The chill he sent down your spine lasted well into your trip up the stairs and into his bedroom. You could only wonder what he had planned but made sure to keep your imagination tamed as you stripped off in his bedroom and put on your bathing suit. Which, until Kennedy said so, you didn't perceive as all that raunchy. It was your favorite, simply because its fabric hugged you in all the right places– making you feel like you could take on the world...if you were going to take on the world half-naked. When you left his room and walked back down the stairs and outside, the cool night air greeted you and the light wind blew some of your hair into your face. When you looked out for Tyler, you heard mumblings of music and saw lights stationed around the jacuzzi.
Holy shit, he put fucking candles around his jacuzzi and had music playing nearby? Cheesy? Everyone else would think so. But the fact that you had just broken up with a boyfriend who never really did anything like this for you...it was cute and romantic. It got better when you walked closer to the jacuzzi to see that the little candles were electronic and you couldn't help but laugh.
"I know, I know, it looks stupid, but the wind and fire hazard," Tyler said, keeping his back to you, across the way in the jacuzzi as he adjusted the volume on the Bluetooth speaker– before turning your way and smiling. "But its the thought that counts, right?"
"Tyler, what is this?" You laughed, sliding off your shoes at the edge before stepping in.
He walked across and reached out his hand, holding onto yours and making sure you didn't fall in. "You've been studying like crazy lately, plus dealing with us needy assholes almost every day...so I decided that you need to relax."
You had to admit, the moment that your body was engulfed by the hot water and jets– you were relaxed. It felt like if Tyler wasn't holding on to your hand, you'd probably slipped under and let the water swallow you up. You never realized just how tired your body was. You sat across from him, extending your legs out and letting them float as you closed your eyes and felt the jets against your back. "Is this what you do after every game? Come here and forget your troubles?"
"Usually," he laughed, moving his arms in the water. "Though sometimes I'll take an icebath upstairs or when you're here, I just kind of chill out. It all depends on how much energy I have left."
You sighed, letting the feeling of the water take over your mind as you laid there listening to what seemed like a top 50 hits playlist. "I wish I had one of these in my dorm room. God, I think I'd go from the library to my bathroom and never leave. Studying is stupid, don't ever do it. It's hard to believe finals are only–"
"Ah, ah, ah!" He said, interrupting you and reaching out for your leg, tugging you out of your relaxed state. "No school talk. This is why we got into the jacuzzi, now come here."
You sat up and walked over to where he was. He grabbed onto your shoulders, turned you around and placed you in front of him in the space between his legs. "Loosen up and relax, Y/N. I'm not going to drown you."
You took a deep breath and sighed, closing your eyes and anticipating what he was going to do. When you felt his calloused hands on your shoulders, you stayed relaxed. Only when he started to add pressure with his thumbs did you realize what he was doing. "Okay wow, did you go to massage school or something?"
He laughed, moving towards the center of your neck. "No, but I've had enough done that I remember a few things."
You felt his breath along the back of your neck as he continued to apply pressure with his hands and dig into your shoulders with his thumbs. It felt good, really good and you had to bit down on your lip to prevent a moan from coming out of your mouth. It was one thing that Tyler was giving you a candlelit massage in his jacuzzi, but it was another thing for you to moan out just how good he was doing. Your mind wandered down the road of no return as his hands kept doing the Lord's work. You couldn't help but wonder how his hands would feel if they were touching and massaging other parts of you and how bad you wished that they would just linger a little bit lower than their current location.
"See, now isn't this better than talking about school?"
You were too lost in your daydream until you heard the moan you'd been holding back, escape from the back of your throat. You felt embarrassed because the moment you let it happen, Tyler had paused his hand movements for only a second, before picking them back up. You sat there, biting the inside of your cheek and focusing on how fast your heart was racing against your chest.
Should you do it?
What would he do if you did?
"Fuck it," you whispered, stepping out from under Tyler's hands and turning to face him.
"What?" He laughed, "Did I suck that bad?"
You didn't say anything as you moved closer to him and crawled onto his lap. You felt his quads tighten and watched as his eyes went wide, almost as if he was too afraid to move because he was too focused on what you were doing. You were nervous as hell, never really one to make big moves like this, but you were tired of just dancing in circles with Tyler and more than anything, you were hoping that taking the leap on this one...wouldn't bite you in the ass.
You wrapped your arms around his neck before leaning in and pressing your lips solidly against his. It was like the first time he kissed you, nothing crazy, just a kiss. And when he didn't kiss you back, you felt yourself begin to get swallowed up by a hole on embarrassment. No sooner than you went to pull away, Tyler grabbed your lower back and pulled you further onto his lap, groaning quietly before kissing you again. This time his mouth moved with your own, setting the pace that you were more than pleased to follow. You were the first to tease, dragging your tongue slowly across his bottom lip before he took it up a level and teased your tongue with his own. Your fingers looped around the back of his head, tangling themselves in his curls, just as he brought one of his hands down to your hip and tugs you against him once more.
Goosebumps erupted over your entire body the moment his hands started to wander across your skin. One stayed beneath the water, constantly guiding you across his lap as the other wandered across your belly before landing on the side of one of your breasts, his thumb rubbing over the front of your top. It was like he had well-timed the entire ordeal, because the moment you moaned at the sensation coming from beneath your top, Tyler stuck his tongue back into your mouth before biting down softly on your bottom lip. When you went to kiss him again, you untangled your fingers from his curls and untying the back of your bathing suit, taking the material and blindly tossing it aside before pressing your bare chest against Tyler and kissing him harder.
You were desperate to get him to understand just how badly you wanted him and when you could feel all of him brushing against your inner thigh, you sped up your movements, rolling your hips against him as he held onto your hips tightly. "Oh Fuck Y/N," he groaned, letting his head fall away from you.
You took the opportunity to reach your hands down into the water and grab onto his swim trunks, searching for the tied strings. You started to feel embarrassed at how you couldn't find them until you felt Tyler stir and you looked up to see him staring blatantly at your chest– reaching for a breast and cupping it. "You weren't wrong," he looked up at you with his childlike smile cupping the other breast and massaging them both. "Your boobs are pretty great."
You laughed before leaning in and kissing him, running your hands down his stomach and coming to a stop, once again at the waistband on his swim trunks. "No strings, you just tug em," he pulled back and reached his hands beneath the water, shifting as you felt the fabric of his swim trunks brush against your bottom. "It's easy science."
You rolled your eyes as he brought you back into his chest and you let your hands continue their journey down his body. To your, happy, surprise, the waistband of his swim trunks was no longer blocking your way. He kissed down your neck as you felt his hands wander down to your bottoms, twirling with the strings on either side of your hips. "Yes," you breathed out before he could even ask the question, even nodding your head in case he wouldn't get the signal.
His tugs on the strings of your bottoms were in synch and you felt him pull the fabric away from your body, leaving you vulnerable and naked beneath the water and on his lap. His hands traveled down to your butt as he tugged you closer against him, to the point where you could feel his cock resting between the both of you.
As he continued his assault on your neck, one bite caused you to moan loudly and he pulled away with wide eyes and a smile. "Not going to lie, that was kind of hot, and I’m definitely a big fan of the red raunchy bikini..."
You smiled, before the reality of your situation set in and you looked down at the water. The adrenaline was running through your veins, making you feel on top of the world– this was it. You and Tyler were going to finally have sex.
"I-I've never done this before," you blurted out, swallowing the small nervous knot in your throat.
Tyler stopped kissing down your chest and pulled back, looking at you. The look on his face could only be described as one that was worrisome as his hands cradled your lower back. "I thought...I mean...you and Cole never..."
"Oh no! No, no, no, we did!" Only then did you realize what your statement had made him think and you wanted to do nothing more than drown yourself in the jacuzzi. "That ship sailed a long time ago, like a lonnnng time ago. Junior winter formal, Jack Makenzie at Jamie's cabin– post formal party. Though, don't tell him that because I kind of lied and said it would be only girls, but it was actually–"
Tyler leaned forward and kissed you softly, a hand coming up to the left side of your face and cradling it. When he pulled away, his thumb was rubbing along your cheekbone. "Relax, Y/N, it's just me. If you don't want to do this, we don't have to. We can cuddle in bed and fall asleep."
"No, I want to do this, I want this..." You leaned into his touch, closing your eyes only for a moment before looking back at him. "I want you, I just...I've never done it in a hot tub before so..."
Tyler tried so hard to hide his dire want to laugh, but as always, he failed and burst out into laughter. He kissed you once, twice and pressed his head against yours. "You're such a dork, you know that? And I love that about you."
Your heart fluttered when he said it, and while you know that he probably didn't mean the big L...it still felt the same. You pressed yourself against him and kissed him until you were out of breath. When you pulled away, you kept your forehead pressed against his as the both of you tried to catch your breath.
It should be noted that hooking up in a jacuzzi, will leave you just as breathless as the hooking up itself– and you were going to be sure to mention that to Kennedy as a lesson learned.
Tyler's hands traveled up your sides, resting on your ribs before you looked at him. His eyes were staring into yours as if he was trying to find any hint of regret– that you weren't choosing to do this because it was a spur of the moment thing. You nodded before breathing out a breathless 'yes' and his hands traveled back down to your waist and beneath the water.
You were waiting for the touch of his you'd been longing for and when it'd yet to come you looked at him to see he has a sheepish smile on his face. "Do you want to uh..." his eyes traveled to the water, "I just don't want to um...I want it to be comfortable for you and you can set it at your own pace and–"
This time, you cut him off with a kiss before laughing and nodding your head. You took a short, but deep breath as a way to calm yourself before dipping your hand beneath the water and finding Tyler's wrist. You followed it to his hand, lingering your touch against his fingers before grasping his cock in your hand. He coughed to cover up his groan at your added touch but kept his eyes on you as you positioned yourself over him.
The both of you took sharp inhales of breath as you suck down onto him, one hand grasping onto his chest as you felt your head fall back slightly in relief. You took your time, taking him in and admiring the slight burn of him stretching you out. You needed to go slow, it's been months since you've had sex and Tyler was considerably thicker and longer than Cole.
"Y/N..." He whispered, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear and kissing your neck. "You need to breathe, babe."
"Sorry, it's just...it's been a while and you're so..." His hips tugged you down softly the last few inches and you moaned, falling into his chest. "Oh fuck."
You stayed pressed against his chest, focusing on breathing as he told you too– all in the while, he was stilled within you, rubbing your sides and switching between kissing your neck and your shoulder blades. As soon as he turned his face into the crook of your neck, you relaxed and pulled back nodding your head. "You ready? Can I move?"
"Yeah," you leaned in and kissed him hard, a clash of teeth and lips before moving to his neck and nipping just below his jaw. "Go ahead."
He thrust his hips up, pushing himself further into you and hitting a spot that made your legs feel like jello. When you felt him smirk against your neck, you laughed to yourself and knew that it was game on. You weren't one to toot your own horn, but little did Tyler know, this position was your expertise. You always had Cole melted like putty in your hands whenever you topped him and unfortunately...or fortunately for Tyler, he was about to find out.
You raised your hips and circled them before sinking back down again, grinding down onto him hard. "Oh fuck that..." his head fell back as his grip on your waist loosened, giving you more control. "That feels so fucking good."
You grinned to yourself as you placed your hands on his shoulders, pushing him against the wall of the jacuzzi, earning wide eyes and a smirk from Tyler. "Oh, shit Y/N...are you trying to dominate me?"
Your only reply was a flirty grin and your hips grinding down against him harder before clenching down onto him, causing him to choke on the breath he'd been holding. As you quicken your pace, Tyler started to meet you halfway but keeping his focus on his hands massaging your breasts.
"Tyler...fuck." You moaned, pressing your face into the crook of his neck and focusing on how good he was making you feel...until a jingling sound tore you away. "Did you hear that?"
"Huh? What?" He mumbled, thrusting his hips up again, completely enamored in you to even pay attention.
You heard more jingling, this time your eyes focusing on the house. You grabbed Tyler's face and turned his head towards the backdoor. "It's coming from over there...wait..is that?"
"Oh no, you've got to be kidding me," He groaned, stilling inside you and bringing you closer to his chest as the two of you watched the three figures get closer. "No! Go, bad boys!"
The three furry Seguins came running up to the two of you, tails wagging and tongues out. Gerry attacked Tyler's face with kisses as Cash and Marshall tried their best to get to you. Tyler wrapped one arm around your waist, pulling you into him as he shooed the dogs away with the other. "Go away, you're ruining it!"
You laughed, pulling your face out of his chest before patting it. "I don't think they're going away any time soon."
He looked at you, pouting before groaning. "I just got cockblocked by my own dogs, man's best friend my ass."
"Who said we were done?" You replied, climbing off of his lap.
He raised his eyebrows and let his eyes linger on you before he tugged up his swim trunks and climbed out of the jacuzzi. He picked up a towel and unfolded it, holding it up for you.
You stepped out of the jacuzzi, easily feeling his gaze linger on you before stepping towards the towel and letting him wrap you up in it.
He picked up his towel, wrapping it around his waist and touching your elbow. "Meet me in our room while I go deal with these," he turned his attention towards the dogs, who were all sitting down and staring at you both with big smiles. "Very bad boys."
You watched as he walked the dogs back into the house and took that time to not only collect your bathing suit but to turn off all of the lights and grab the Bluetooth speaker. As you made your way into the house, you couldn't wrap your mind about what just happened. Every time you tried to, the result was always the same:
Holy shit, you just had sex with Tyler.
And the butterflies haven't left your body at the way he called his bedroom, your bedroom or how slow and gentle he had been with you. It's only been a few moments since the dogs interrupted you, but you swore that you could still feel his touch and you were more than positive that you'd never forget the way he felt. When you got to the bedroom, you walked into the bathroom and laid your bathing suit over the tub before placing the speaker onto the counter and walking back into the room.
Now it felt like a waiting game and you could feel your nerves start to return– mainly in the fear of, what if he doesn't want to continue? You were beginning to pace around the room, clinging to your towel before you saw it– his jersey. The jersey he let you wear on Halloween, the one Jamie said he was waiting to get boxed up in a shadow box. You smiled, dropping your towel and walking over to the jersey, picking it up and letting it fall down your body. As you heard his footsteps coming up the stairs, you quickly walked back over to the bed, standing at the end of it and kicked the towel away.
"I don't know how the hell they even got out! I could've sworn that I left them in the–" He stopped in the doorway, his eyes glued to you in his jersey and you could tell that he was seconds away from drooling.
"So?" You smiled, raising an eyebrow as he made his way over to you.
"I wanted to have you the first time I saw you in the jersey," he smiled, making his way over to you. "With nothing but spandex, heels, and those cute bunny ears."
"Aw shucks," you pouted jokingly, "no bunny ears."
His hands traveled up the bottom of the jersey and ran across your bare skin, coming to a stop on your hips. "I like this outfit much, much better."
You wrapped your arms around his neck, smiling up at him. "Even without the ears?"
"Hell yeah," he replied, pulling you into him and kissing your cheek, moving down to your neck. "But I can always go and buy another pair."
"No need," you grinned as he playfully nipped your neck and you pushed him away. "Well, I think we've got too many clothes on, Seguin. What about you?"
"I think we can fix that," he replied and you watched as his childlike grin took over his face before he pounced on you, playfully tackling you onto his bed and sending you both into a giggle fit.
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When you woke up the next morning, the two of you were intertwined in mess of limbs and bedsheets. He had his face smashed into his pillow and he was drooling a little bit, add in his slight snoring and you knew that he was still sleeping hard. And you couldn't blame him, because last night was the most physical activity you had in a long time and if it wasn't for your immediate need to pee, you'd still be sleeping too. You snuck out from beneath his arm and he immediately stirred away, glaring at you with sleepy eyes. "No, come back."
"We have to get up, Ty," you groaned as he pulled you back into him. "We have to be at the arena in an hour for morning skate and we both need to shower."
His eyes shot open and he smiled at you. "Shower sex?"
"If you get up now, then–"
He practically jumped on top of you and kissed you before rolling off and running into the bathroom, stark ass naked. "I've got the water, you bring yourself and we're all set!"
"You're insatiable, Tyler!" You laughed, leaning up on your elbows and looking into the bathroom.
He peeked out from around the corner, still with a smile on his face. "I don't know what that means, but it sounds kind of hot so thank you." He disappeared back around the corner, the shower door opening. "Now get your cute ass in here so I can wash your hair."
Your time in the shower cut your 'get ready' time short, but Tyler made up for it by practically speeding to the arena. Luckily for Tyler, the morning skate wasn't going to be a normal practice, seeing as the Stars flew out to Nashville later that afternoon. When the two of you got out of the car, you told Tyler to walk ahead of you and that you'd wait for Big Rig, that way it wasn't suspicious of you to arrive with him rather than Tyler. When Tyler went to leave, Big Rig pulled up and you waved him down. You were leaning against Tyler's car when Big Rig walked up to you, adjusting the duffle bag on his shoulder. He stopped in front of you and took in your appearance before getting the biggest grin on his face.
"What's your problem, Teddy Bear?" You asked, looking back down at your phone to reply to a text from Kennedy.
"Oh yeah, you so got laid." He picked at a wet piece of your hair and smirked. "Last night and maybe some shower sex this morning I assume?"
You almost dropped your phone with how straightforward...and quite frankly correct, he was. "Don't say it so loud, you ass!" You smacked his stomach and he just laughed. "But how do you know?"
"You've got that post-sex glow," he waved his hand at you as the two of you made your way into the building. "Plus your RBF isn't as bad this morning like it always is."
"Oh shut up," You said, bumping into him as he kept laughing. "Don't think I don't know about your post-sex routine."
He gasped, looking at you with wide eyes. "She told you about that?"
You smirked and patted his chest. "We're best friends, Teddy Bear. I know everything." You eyed him up and down before patting him on the chest again and walked ahead of him.
"Wait! What do you mean everything! What did she say?"
You kept mum all while trying not to laugh as he kept begging you to spill the details on what you knew, your entire journey to the training room. And just when you were about to tell him, Jamie came jogging down the hall. "Y/N! I need you to grab my foam roller from the car, pretty please?"
"There's like five foam rollers in the room, why do you need yours?"
"Because everyone's using one and I forgot to bring it inside with me and my hamstrings are dying," he tossed you his car keys. "I'll tell Dave you're there, please!" You groaned, but ultimately agreed to go to his car and he smiled. "You're the best little sister ever!"
You turned to walk down the hallway, giving him a deadpan stare. "I'm your only little sister."
"Fine. Best sister!"
"I'm telling Jenn!"
He and Big Rig ignored your comeback and continued their way to the locker room as you made your way back out to the parking lot. On the bright side, this little detour gave you a little more time to yourself to absorb everything that happened last night, without having to do so in a room full of hockey players. Your busy night replayed in your mind and you pushed back the blush that so desperately wanted to make an appearance on your face. One thing that you couldn't help but wonder, is whether or not last night with Tyler and everything you guys did meant you were official on some kind of level.
"Nope, don't do that," you shut Jamie's car door, tucking his foam roller under your arm as you shook your head at yourself. "Don't be that girl who falls in love with a guy the moment you have sex."
Though to be fair, it was some pretty great sex. The best you've ever had and it only made sense as to how Tyler maintained to get so many girls throughout the years and kept them coming back. When you reached the training room, you stood outside of the door for only a few moments and composed yourself before opening it and walking inside.
You were immediately greeted with wild laughter and chirps being thrown left and right, the focus mainly being on Big Rig. "What's going on?" You asked, tossing Jamie his foam roller and walking over to your designated desk to grab the bands for Big Rig's stretching.
Dickinson smiled, wiggling his eyebrows in Big Rig's direction. "Oh nothing, just asking Big Rig how his trip to the zoo was."
"The zoo?" You came to a stop in front of Big Rig, handing him one end of the band. "When the hell did you go to the zoo?"
Big Rig looks at you before tugging onto the band and starting his stretches, trying his damndest to hide his blushing. "Not the literal zoo, Y/N," Pavs chimed in from across the room. "We're just pointing out how it looks like he jumped into an animal cage and got bit quite a few times."
You were confused as hell as you looked around the room to see everybody still laughing at Big Rig. When you turned your attention to him, your eyes widened the moment they landed on his neck. He had been wearing a sweatshirt beforehand, hiding the purple bruises that traveled below the shirt collar. "Holy fuck, what did she do to you?"
The boys' laughter roared again before fading as Big Rig finally looked at you with a groan. "She just wanted to celebrate the win." He tossed his towel at Rads and Dickinson. "At least I'm getting good sex, assholes."
You cringed, hitting him on the shoulder before moving towards your desk. "Please don't talk about that."
"I thought you already knew everything?" He replied, obviously mocking you.
"Yeah, but I don't need to hear YOU talk about it to your teammates, including my brother," you shuddered, shaking your head at the thought. "Ew."
"Hey Y/N, can you grab me two ibuprofen?" Jamie asked, raising his arm into the air.
You nodded and turned your attention over to the medicine cabinet, your back to the now relaxed and chattering group of men. The door opened again, followed by a whistle. "Looks like Big Rig wasn't the only one who found himself in bed with an animal, boys."
You rolled your eyes at Rad's comment, trying your best to mute out the guy talk as your eyes skimmed the shelves for the ibuprofen. "Jesus Seggy, did you and Big Rig take trips to the zoo together?" Miro chimed in, probably still a little confused at the metaphor.
"What the fuck are you on about, Miro?" Tyler asked, moving about the training room.
"Ha, got ya!" You smiled, reaching into the back of the cabinet and grabbing the bottle. You kept your focus on opening the bottle as you closed the cabinet and turned back to face the room.
"I'm talking about the sex scratches all over your back. It looks like you bedded a fucking leopard!" Dickinson laughed. You looked upon instinct to see him tugging on Tyler's shoulders and eventually forcing him to have his back faced to the room.
The moment your eyes landed on his muscled back, your body froze and the bottle of ibuprofen fell from your hands and onto the floor. Your eyes lingered on the bright red scratches that decorated the entirety of his back– evidence of your night together and just how good Tyler had made you feel.
"Let me see!"
"No, I want to see! Are they that bad?"
You watched, horrified, as his teammates kept tugging him around, trying to get a glimpse of the so-called 'sex scratches', their laughter bouncing off of the walls. Your cheeks were no doubt a deep scarlet color by now and they only got hotter when you saw Jamie bend down and pick up the ibuprofen in front of you. "Jesus Seggy, you're telling me that you didn't know those were there?" He asked, opening the bottle and grabbing two pills before handing it back to you.
"I was uh, a little distracted I guess."
You made quick eye contact with him before tucking your head into your chest and turning away, trying to prevent yourself from any more humiliation. You kept your back to the rest of the boys, looking up only for a moment to see Big Rig looking at you with a smirk. As you walked by him, you reached out and pinched his inner thigh hard, quickly rushing by him and going to the cabinet.
"Let me guess the number for the o-scale...three for four?" Pavs called out, silencing the roaring laughter.
"No fucking way, I say one and done. He's getting too old.." Dickinson chimed in, elbowing Tyler. "There's no way he can hang on that long."
You bit your tongue as an effort to prevent yourself from saying just how many times Tyler had made you cum last night, instead, choosing to focus on helping Big Rig continue his stretching– though it wasn't needed. "Yeah Seggy, tell us!" Big Rig said, keeping his eyes on you and the smirk on his face. "Three for Three? More than four?"
If looks could kill, Big Rig would be buried in a casket six feet under right now and you made sure that he knew it. You grabbed the elastic around his foot and snapped it back, only making him laugh.
"The gel's over there, Tyler. Grab it for me and I can get out those knots." Craig said, paying no mind to the conversation around him.
Tyler was turning red and rubbing the back of his neck in an effort to try and hold them off and you were silently praying that he wouldn't cave into their pressure. "Four for four..." He mumbled and you could feel his gaze scrape over you.
The hollering from the boys around him was deafening as they all congratulated him and patted him on the back. Meanwhile, it was all you could do not to die from embarrassment while dealing with the plaguing smirk coming from Big Rig.
"Damn Seggy," Jamie laughed, patting Tyler on the back like some proud dad. "You've got a real keeper there, don't you? She managed to scratch you up that bad? She must've been doing all the work for you."
Big Rig couldn't hold back his laughter anymore, making a noise that mimicked an elephant as he let go of his side of the band and fell back onto the table, clutching onto his stomach. "Oh my God," he whispered, his face turning beet red.
You were too busy focusing on anything but the nauseous feeling you started to have the moment Jamie unknowingly congratulated Tyler on having sex with you, his younger sister. "Yeah, she is..." Tyler replied.
You kept your focus on the band around Big Rig's foot, constantly tapping his shins in an attempt to try to get him to sit back up. Before he made it known, you could feel Tyler's presence and were sure of it when Big Rig finally sat up, still with a grin on his face. "Well, isn't this a lovely sight? At least I'm not the only one getting chirped."
Tyler laughed and looked at you, seeing that you were extremely embarrassed. In an effort to calm you down, he moved closer to you, pretending like he was asking you a question. "I'm sorry. I forgot they were there and I need to get scraped and I just...came in here without a shirt."
You shrug it off, focusing on Big Rig. "It's fine. Though I'll admit, hearing my brother talk about us having sex is something I never thought I'd experience." He laughed and you looked at him, leaning against the table. "So what do you need?"
"I need a lot of things," he whispered, smiling at you. "A massage like last night, for one." He scoffed when he saw you roll your eyes in reply. "Okay yeah, don't act like my massage last night didn't do something for you."
"Man," Big Rig laughed, shaking his head at the two of you. "These Copeley 206 girls, am I right Seggy?"
You pinched Big Rig again, this time on the inner knee and he flinched away from you as he and Tyler laughed. "Well, he's not lying. I mean have you seen what you and Kennedy have done to us? Ruined our beautiful, athletic bodies with your...sexual marks."
"Yeah, well if Big Rig doesn't stop and you don't stop encouraging him," you turned to Tyler and gave him a sarcastic smile, batting your eyelashes at him. "You'll be getting none of my services from last–"
"A mini towel and some gel!" Tyler blurted out, his smirk falling and his eyes looking panicked. "I just need one of those towels and the gel. Craig said it was over here somewhere with you?"
You furrowed your eyebrows, shaking your head slightly. "What are you–" When you saw Tyler move his eyes to your left, you pretended to look for the stuff he needed and that's when you saw just how close Bishop was standing by your area, doing his band exercises.
You felt yourself begin to panic, but took a quiet, deep breath and exhaled before clearing your throat and bending down beneath the table, grabbing a towel. "I have towels, but the gel is probably with Dave. You must've heard him wrong."
Tyler nodded, taking the towel from you. "Probably, seeing as I didn't get much sleep last night." You saw the mischievous gleam in his eyes before he nodded at Big Rig. "Nice marks, did you cross paths with a squid?"
Before Big Rig could smack him with his free band, Tyler ran off laughing. You kept working with him, adding in new stretches until Bishop finished with his and left the training room. When you reached another point that Big Rig was done with his stretches, he leaned up and put both hands on your shoulders. "You need to breathe Y/N, because you look like you could pass out at any moment."
"I think I'm going to, what if..." You looked around the now, less crowded training room, collecting the bands from him. "What if he heard something? Anything or all of it? I'd be dead! My own brother would probably murder me with his hockey stick..maybe even his skate if he was angry enough."
"You'll be fine, Y/N." Big Rig patted your shoulders before hopping off of the table. "Bish has old man hearing, I doubt he heard anything."
He gave you a reassuring smile and you felt yourself start to relax. He was right, there was no way that Bishop could've heard your entire conversation, and now that you thought about it...he wasn't really all that close to you guys after all. Your gut feeling was wrong this time, you were sure of it.
"Hey Y/N, can you help me real quick? I just need my ankles taped." Miro asked, walking over to your table before hopping up and greeting you with a smile. "Best ankle taper in the game."
You smiled, before walking over to the cabinet and grabbing some pre-wrap and tape. You closed your eyes, took a deep breath, opening them once you exhaled and closed the cabinet.
Everything was going to be fine...perfect, even.
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Fake Dating AU
(I’m posting this here for Swanfire week because it bothers me to have unfinished fics on my AO3 account. It’s the set-up for a fake dating AU that I’m fairly certain will never actually get written. Strap in, it’s a long post.)
“Wait in the car,” Rumple hissed as sheriff Humbert let go of Neal’s shoulder with a resigned shake of his head, disappearing into his back office and leaving the front desk clerk to deal with this mess. The recurring shenanigans of Neal Gold had become way below his pay-grade.
“I didn’t do anything wrong!” Neal insisted with a pout.
“I said. Wait. In. The. Car!” His father managed to get out through gritted teeth.
“It wasn’t my fault!” Neal shouted, kicking at the front desk as he passed, causing a heap of papers to fall over onto the floor.
“CAR!”
“FINE!”
“Can I see his emergency contact form,” Rumple asked with a grimace, “I’d like to add Milah Cassidy to it - that’s Cassidy with two Ss and an I. If you could give her a call first next time-”
“You know,” the front desk woman - who the Gold family was on quite intimate terms with at this point - began while eyeing her stack of toppled papers on the floor, “There’s a juvenile support group for young offenders. Their rehabilitation program is said to work wonders.”
“I’m not an ‘offender’!” they heard Neal shout from the front entryway of the county sheriff’s office before slamming the door behind him.
Rumple shook his head. His son would never agree to that. And honestly, he knew where Neal got it from. He wouldn’t want to sit in a room with a bunch of other bad decision makers and share stories of his failure while people plied him with cliche platitudes, assuring him he was still, deep down, a good person. He waved the flier away politely.
“We don’t need that.”
She shrugged, “You know, you’re going to run out of bail money eventually, right?”
“Bail money only runs out when he does.”
They both cast a thoughtful glance back to the front window, Neal visibly sulking in the passenger seat of his dad’s car. He’d somehow managed to find a sharpie in the immaculately clean car and was adding to the permanent collection of his ‘artwork’ on the car’s dashboard.
The front desk clerk raised an eyebrow.
“Ok, fine, give me the flier,” Rumple sighed.
*
Rumple had been right, Neal did not want to go to the group meetings. In fact, he had been so vehemently opposed that he had threatened to pack his bags and run away, and that had been the end of that conversation. So they hadn’t talked about it, or his community service, or the fact that he hadn’t seemed to learn his lesson at all. In fact, his family had stayed suspiciously quiet about it up until the day they had decided to all go out for a family lunch at Granny’s diner and Belle’s minivan had pulled up to a stop in front of the little church advertised on the flier. And even though Neal begged them to talk about it then, they hadn’t had much in the way of a discussion as his little brother undid his seatbelt, and his stepsister pushed him out of the car, slamming the door behind him, while his father waved spitefully and Belle promised they’d be back to pick him up in an hour.
And he had never planned on walking into that church, he’d hitchhike to his mom’s and it would serve them right, but just in that moment a woman had walked by with a box of doughnuts and they had smelled really, really good. So maybe he had time to grab a snack before he booked it to the relative freedom of the Cassidy-Jones houseboat.
Yes, the plan had been simple. Get a free cup of coffee and doughnut, sneak out the back before anyone noticed, get to his mom’s, and then when stepdad started to irk him - probably around day three - he’d come back to his dad’s and they would have all been so worried about him there would be no more talk about him having to go to these stupid meetings.
Flawless plan.
And then he saw her.
She was slouched over in one of the uncomfortable plastic chairs, flanked on either side by two other girls that looked about as terrifying as Neal’s stepsister, picking at the loose threads in a hole in her leggings. She had thick, black-rimmed glasses that made her bright blue eyes look seductively large, and red lipstick that wasn’t her shade but definitely proved her point.
And a homemade tattoo on her wrist. Intriguing. Neal had done enough homemade tattoos on his friends to recognize talent. His mind began to swim with daydreams of the two of them, stretched out across his bed with a bottle of India ink between them as he added intricate details to the daisy, transforming it into a work of art befitting the masterpiece of a canvas it had been painted on.
New plan.
So he stayed for the meeting, taking carefully timed sips of coffee so that he wouldn’t have to share anything with the group. She didn’t share either, he noticed. Perfect. She also didn’t want to be here.
So he waited for her by the snack table afterwards, watching her put extra doughnuts wrapped in napkins into her purse - like anyone would have cared if she’d just taken the whole box.
“Neal Cassidy,” he said, extending his hand and startling her into jumping and dropping the doughnut she was holding.
She glared. “You don’t need to know my name.”
“I like your tattoo,” he offered, turning to follow her as she walked away toward the front door. “I have one myself, want to see it?”
“Not if it involves you taking off any articles of clothing,” she said, offering him a smug grin.
“Maybe later then,” he said, speeding up his pace to step in front of her and stop cold, blocking the only door, much to her obvious annoyance. “So, why are you here?”
“Stole a car.”
“Wow! Same, we’re twins!” he exclaimed with a grin, and he thought if he wasn’t mistaken he saw the tiniest hint of a grin on her face. “So why’d you do it?”
“Why did you?” she shot back a little too aggressively.
“My mommy didn’t love me enough,” he laughed, “It’s this whole tragic backstory thing, if only I’d had someone to be proud of me, maybe then I wouldn’t be living this life of petty juvenile crime. I was just one caring parent away from being a scholar and a gentleman. You?”
She definitely chuckled at that, her shoulders letting go of some of the tension as she placed a hand on her hips and shot back with equal glibness, “No excuse. I just enjoy pure, mindless vandalism.”
That was kinda hot.
“Really?” he asked, “No tragic backstory? No evil step mom, followed by one who is way too young for your dad? No little half-sibling that gets all the attention and an aggressive step sister who is just staying with you until her mom gets out of jail? No creepy step dad who hits on your friends and takes money out of your wallet when you’re not looking?”
“Nope. My parents are perfect.”
And the way she said the word perfect told Neal everything he needed to know about her family. There was her reason, beyond enjoying the random chaos of destruction, the slight inflection on the word perfect was her reason. And so Neal adjusted his plan slightly.
“Oh, wow. Well you want any of those things? You can have mine, I wouldn't mind sharing.”
“I think I’ll pass, thanks,” she laughed, pushing him lightly out of the way to walk to the church parking lot where a lot of the other teens were climbing into family cars. Of course his family wasn’t here yet.
“Listen, Anna,” he said, “I know you don’t want to be here. Neither do I. What if there was a way we could help each other with that?”
“It’s Emma,” she corrected before realizing the trap she had fallen into. “And if you’re suggesting some sort of murder-suicide pact then you should know I’m already pretty close to murdering the creepy stalker who just tricked me into giving him my name.”
He grinned, shoving his hands in his pockets as he waited for her to finish surveying the parking lot. Her parents weren’t here, either. What a shame.
“Listen, you need someone to help you convince your parents you’re rehabilitated. It’s not a question. With your attitude, they aren’t gonna buy it without some outside assurance. I’d be excellent at that. What says ‘walking the straight and narrow’ better than a polite boyfriend who also happens to be really good and drawing up fake reports cards and providing alibis. I swear, I’ll have you out of this thing in under a month.”
She turned to look at him skeptically, “You think you can charm my parents? My mom literally calls my dad Prince Charming and you think you can charm them?”
“I know I can.”
She mulled it over, not seeming to hate the idea as he had anticipated.
“And in exchange? I’m what? The sweet girl next door in a floral sundress who promises your parents she’ll take you to church and make you normal again?”
“Nah. Dad’s on his third wife and mom lives on a boat. They have no idea what normal even looks like. No, I want you to convince them this whole group thing is hurting more than it’s helping. And you look like exactly the kind of girl who can scare the daylights out of my dad. Tell me, how good are you at faking a pregnancy scare?”
“Who’s faking?” she laughed, rubbing her stomach sarcastically.
“Perfect!” he ginned, pulling a pen out of his bag and scribbling his number on a napkin for her. “I’ll pick you up at six tomorrow - wouldn’t want to have you out past dark. Oh, and one more thing, when you finally do meet my dad, I need you to mention how cute it is that he and my stepmom have matching British accents. That will make more sense when you meet them.”
“Goodbye, fake boyfriend!” she waved, as a rusty blue pick-up pulled into the parking lot, jogging over to climb into the cab.
Neal waited another thirty minutes for his family to arrive.
“How was your meeting?” Belle asked over her shoulder as Neal shoved Regina out of the way to get to the back seat.
“Start any fights yet?” Regina asked, reaching into the back to punch him in the knee, “Light any fires? Get anyone pregnant?”
“Regina!” Belle scolded, “Don’t talk to your brother like that.”
“Step brother!” She and Neal chimed as one.
“And in the spirit of fairness, dearie,” Rumple mumbled from the passenger seat, “Those are all very good questions.”
Neal hoped Emma was as great as acting as he was. Because if his family thought he was trouble now, it was about to get a lot worse.
#sfweek2020#fake dating au#neal cassidy#emma swan#ouat#sorry it's so long#no graphic today cause adobe is driving me crazy
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Choices - Tyler Seguin/Jamie Benn - Part 2
Word Count: 2183
POV: Starts with Tyler switches to Reader
Warnings: Cursing
Musical Inspiration: Leela James - Fall For You
Notes: So glad you all liked this idea. Thanks to everyone that voted. Here’s the second part. I will give it 48 hours for voting then start on Part 3. Happy Reading! As always feedback is appreciated. Peace, Love and Hugs all!
Link to Choices Masterlist
TYLER’S POV
Every instinct in your body told you to head straight back stage and confront (Y/N). Taking a few deep breaths, you collected yourself; reigning in those emotions. It wouldn’t do any good to cause a scene. With one last breath, you opened the door and headed back inside; to wait for a better opportunity. Her voice stopped you short, and you stood in the back where you knew she couldn’t see you.
“So, this next one we’re going to do, is new. Sometimes, someone comes into your life and they just change everything. They make you believe that love is possible again. This one’s for you JB.” She was smiling brightly as she spoke the words. JB, when the hell, did Jamie become known as JB? Again, she was sitting at the piano, as notes started to drift to the back of the room.
Here we are together, and everything between us is good.
I’m riding this cloud, baby; ready to fly but before I take another step.
Would you catch me if I fall for you?
Cause I’m falling, I’m falling, I’m falling.
You didn’t need to see Jamie’s face to know that he was staring adoringly at (Y/N). Who wouldn’t when the girl you were in love with, was singing a song about how she was falling for you? It reminded you of that night, when you and (Y/N) had been out in the hot tub in Toronto. You’d begged her to make up a song about you; tickling her mercilessly until she relented. She ended up doing a free style rap about your tattoos; both of you dissolving into a fit of laughter. At the end of the night when you were both laying in bed, naked, her head on your chest; she softly sang a ballad filled with love and hope, that had you falling more in love with her.
Will you promise to be there?
Stay by my side, always? Whenever I need you
Don’t let me down, no, no.
If I give you my all, don’t let me fall.
Would you do that for me, hold me?
Will you love me, Will you love me?
The words haunted you, they were calling you out on what you had done to her; as much as they were asking Jamie to love her. You’d fucked up, you knew that; paid for it everyday after. But why Jamie, of all people? Why did it have to be him? Who were you kidding, it didn’t matter who it was, you’d still be jealous.
My heart is ready, for love and to be loved
And I choose you baby; That’s the one thing I’m sure of
So I will take this one last step
So catch me I’m falling for you
I’m falling, I’m falling, I’m falling.
Her fingers, hit the keys of the final chord; and she looked over, blowing Jamie a kiss. The crowd erupted into applause as the band left the stage. You had no choice but to take your seat at the table and wait for her to join you.
“Jesus Seguin, you missed the whole show. What the hell were you doing?” Of course, Jamie would notice your absence; you knew he would. He’d wanted you here to meet his new girlfriend and you’d missed the majority of her performance.
Pulling your phone out of your pocket, you said. “Sorry man, couldn’t be helped. It was Cassidy.” Hopefully that would be an acceptable explanation.
“Well (Y/N) should be out soon. I hope you were able to resolve everything.” You nodded that things were fine; out of the corner of your eye you saw her enter the main room. She got stopped by someone, probably praising her on her performance. She glanced over; Jamie waving to get her attention. She smiled at him, then surveyed the rest of the table; visibly her face fell, once she made eye contact with you. Slowly, she made her way over.
Jamie rose from his seat to embrace her and give her a kiss. A sick feeling took over your body, as you felt bile rise to the back of your throat. The kiss wasn’t passionate, nor did it last long but it was something you did not want to see. She pulled back from it quickly, yet remained pressed against Jamie’s side. “I didn’t realize you’d invited friends tonight.” Her voice held a note of surprise to it.
“Yeah, I thought maybe if you met some of my teammates; I could coax you into coming to a game.” She raised an eyebrow at him. “By the way you were great as always hun. I love your new song.” He winked at her and she smiled becomingly at him. Discreetly you coughed, drawing their attention back to you. “Oh right, (Y/N) this is Tyler Seguin, one of my best friend’s and teammate. Segs, this is (Y/N).”
You held your hand out to her, which she took; the minimal contact like a shot of lightning straight to your heart. “I feel like we’ve met before.” It wasn’t right, you shouldn’t be toying with her; yet you couldn’t stop yourself. You wanted to see how she would respond.
“You do look oddly familiar to me.” (Y/N) had always been quick-witted and never one to backdown from a challenge; so, you weren’t surprised with her response. “Though I can’t quite place why.” It was her next words that had you taking a step back. “Oh, I think I have it. You remind me of my ex-boyfriend.”
Was she really going to admit that the two of you dated? Before you could take the questioning further, Kathleen stood. “Hi (Y/N), I’m Kathleen; Tyler’s girlfriend.” You rolled your eyes. Kathleen was not your girlfriend; though how you were going to get that point across to (Y/N) you had no idea.
(Y/N) smiled sweetly at Kathleen. It was fake; you’d seen her do it before. They shook hands, as (Y/N) said; “Nice to meet you Kathleen; and might I say you two are so cute together.” Kathleen wrapped both hands around your arm and you recoiled; taking a step away from her. (Y/N) eyed you skeptically. “If you guys will excuse me. I’m going to go grab a drink and I’ll be right back.”
“No need baby, I ordered you one.” Jamie kissed her forehead; it was as if he couldn’t keep his hands off her. You remembered that feeling all too well; wanted to reach out and feel her now. “Sit, relax, let’s all chat.”
Everyone sat down, you figured now was as good a time as any to get some answers. “So, (Y/N) tell me how you met Jamie.”
She pursed her lips at you, before answering. “Oh wow, where to start. I got transferred here about five months ago; so, I’d been here a few weeks before we met.” Jamie nodded his head in agreement. “I was in the grocery store, just doing some late-night shopping. I think it was the frozen food aisle.”
“Yeah by the veggies.” Jamie piped in.
“I didn’t see the water that was leaking from the freezer and totally would’ve biffed it; if this one hadn’t caught me.” Jamie grabbed her hand and brought it to his lips.
“Best night of my life.” God they were so disgustingly sweet; you wanted to puke.
(Y/N) smiled genuinely at Jamie, though you noticed she didn’t remark that it was her best night as well. Vaguely you wondered what was. “Anyhow, he asked me if I wanted to go get drinks afterwards; and well, as they say the rest is history.” A round of drinks arrived then, halting the conversation momentarily.
READER’S POV
You’d been dreading this moment since the day you found out Jamie was a hockey player for the Dallas Stars. The moment you would come face to face with the man that broke your heart, was finally here. When you walked out from backstage and saw him with Jamie; you felt your heart break all over again. He was still as handsome as ever; which didn’t help the fluttering going on in your stomach.
When he made mention of knowing you, you thought you would die. Keeping the knowledge that you’d dated Tyler from Jamie; had been a hard decision. You didn’t like keeping anything from him; even though he’d kept a vital piece of information about himself from you. Honestly, during the whole encounter, you hadn’t noticed the blonde, Kathleen, was it; until she introduced herself. Meeting her changed your whole demeanor. Gone was the broken-hearted girl, Tyler left two years; replaced by the strong woman who emerged from that heartache. Kathleen was everything you thought of when you pictured the girl, he cheated on you with.
Glancing at Jamie, you were reminded of how much he’d brought love back into your life some four months ago. You drew from that love now as you started answering all the questions you knew Tyler would have. Which started immediately after the waitress left. “What a cute story. That was what, playoff time? I don’t remember seeing you at any game then. How come?”
It was Jamie who answered first. “Well that was my fault. I kind of kept what I did for a living from you, didn’t I babe?”
“Seems like a hard thing to keep from someone.”
Cocking your head at Tyler, you said. “I know it’s hard to believe, but I didn’t know until…when was it…I think we’d been dating for six weeks.” You looked at Jamie to confirm the information, before continuing. “I know it sounds completely absurd. How could I not know?”
Jamie chimed in. “I’m embarrassed that I kept it from you. It was just nice that someone was interested in me for me and not the hockey player.” You kissed him on the cheek; Jamie had to be one the sweetest men you’d ever met. How anyone could not like him just for him; was beyond you. “I wanted to tell you on the second date; but then you told me about your ex-boyfriend being a hockey player and how you’d never date another professional athlete.” He shrugged his shoulders. “I couldn’t tell you then, thinking you’d never go out with me again; and I couldn’t have that. I already knew in just those two short dates; you were something special.”
Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Tyler roll his. Obviously, you weren’t anything special to him. He’d only been gone five weeks before he cheated on you. “Well by the time you told me, I was too head over heels for you; to let you go.”
Jamie winked over at you. “That was my plan.”
“But enough about us. Tell me how you two met?” Jamie nudged you under the table, as if to tell you; you shouldn’t have asked that.
Kathleen smiled brilliantly over at you. “Nothing quite as romantic as you two.”
Tyler’s words halted anything further she was going to say. “We’re actually not together!”
You blinked rapidly, hadn’t she just introduced herself as Tyler’s girlfriend? Jamie squeezed your hand under the table. As if the situation couldn’t get more awkward. Kathleen, looked over at Tyler; tears forming in her eyes. “If you’ll excuse me.” She got up and left the table; headed in the direction of the restrooms.
Jamie looked over at Tyler, that glaring one you’d seen him use on the ice when you watched him on tv. “What? She’s not my girlfriend. She knows that, yet she still continues to call herself that. I was just setting her straight.”
“Christ Seggy, you could’ve picked another place and time to do that.”
You weren’t sure it was your place, yet you still asked. “Should I go check on her?”
“No, she’ll be fine. Let her go.” Tyler told you. “Please tell me more about your fascinating love story.” The sarcastic tone in his voice was quite evident.
“Jesus Seguin, I asked you not to be an ass tonight; though you can’t seem to help yourself, can you?”
“Fuck off Chubbs.”
You could see the anger in both Jamie’s and Tyler’s eyes. “What the fuck is your problem tonight Segs? I know you were lying about the call from Cassidy. You’ve been an absolute jackass since you came back inside.” Things were getting out of hand. Tyler kept looking at you, making you squirm in your seat. This was not the way you wanted Jamie to find out that Tyler was in fact your ex-hockey playing boyfriend.
“You want to know what’s bothering me Chubbs? I’ll tell you.”
Every bone and muscle in your body was screaming NO; yet you didn’t know what to do.
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Now it’s your choice again!
A) Stop Tyler from saying anything. You can’t let Jamie know about you and Tyler.
B) Let Tyler tell Jamie the truth, it would be a relief for him to finally know.
C) Tyler decides not to tell Jamie the truth and makes up a lie; until he can talk to you in private.
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Contests Part 2/2
6. Loser Jessie
Screechy harpie Jessay has even more of a raw deal than Mavis and Dawn of the Dead.
From the outset I knew she'd never be champion, but she ought to rise above the tiresome berks clogging up procedure.
Sufficient popularity at Pokémon Towers ensured the girls were allotted coverage of all their award ceremonies. They had a moment in the sun.
What has Jessie in comparison?
I can't recall Hoenn, but I don't expect it was much.
Sinnoh however carried naught but a single paltry episode.
This for a main character.
This for someone there from the beginning.
This for an ardent fan favourite.
This for a wench who, should we include all her various mutations, has featured in more installments than either of 'em.
But no, treat Jesseee as worthless, even lower than Dawn's groupies. It's not like anyone watches it for her.
Looking back, it's obvious what they were intending to do come Unova.
What's the score then?
• One paltry Contest on screen.
• A couple happen elsewhere, marked by a few seconds per mention when the script oh-so generously moves away from the thrilling main plot.
It's gotta be the small-town concerns for Jessuhleenuh, nothing major. She deserves no better.
• One won by James, so not hers. Press her inadequacy upon us!
• One obtained as a gesture of pity from Kate Middleton.
And how did that work? What's the good of allowing 'Dawn' entry again?
She'd already qualified. If winning here, that gives her six, therefore there aren't enough Co-ordinators for the culmination.
And when Jessie showed up with a Ribbon recorded as belonging to Dawn, how was she taken as fulfilling the quota?
The slapdash way these Contests are run!
God forbid Jess should be shown as excelling at anything. It must be scraping into the final undeservedly.
Bitch gotta know her place.
7. Bumpkin Jessie
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Ain't no description I can give that don't rhyme with 'hit', or variations of the theme.
You thought the shafting Jessica got coverage wise was bad enough? Yer ain't heard the 'alf of it.
Sinnoh was a period of peak Moron Team Rocket, where the one surprise was how stupid they could be.
You may remember an early episode when James designed her clothes for the catwalk. She thought it'd complement his work by applying lipstick all across her mug.
Obviously Jessie would do that, clueless as to how make-up functions.
Come on kids, she's thick!
Even at that numskull nadir it's difficult to comprehend anyone choosing this get up without severe duress.
Picture the scene: you debut on stage, before an audience of thousands and television cameras, in an event preoccupied with superficiality.
What do you wear?
• Giant, oversized glasses out of fashion since the Seventies.
• Bootlace tie last worn in the nineteenth century Wild West by a barman serving sarsaparillas.
• Colour scheme of brown and orange, the nation's favourite hues.
• A man's old shirt fraying at the cuffs.
• Voluminous apron dress.
• Massive yellow bows last seen decorating an Easter Egg. Always a winner.
• Heavy, clod-hopping boots.
• PIGTAILS!!!
Even the name is unattractive.
Ah yes, very common for those under six. Unheard of later.
You have reached puberty haven't yer Jessie? I can't tell anymore.
They couldn't get enough of that combination in Cosmo, which is why it's no longer in print.
Not only is Jessie denied success, she's deprived of the chance to be pretty in a realm where nothing but that carries weight.
Worse, given how her face disintegrated, this is the best she's been for five generations.
Yeah, because the inbred milkmaid style is such a good look, eh?
SEXAY!!!
8. So Long, Tsundere
Remember tsunderes? What happened to 'em?
The curse of Pokémon was draining the well of inspiration too quickly, throwing away interesting characters as mere guests.
This is particularly noticeable regarding the ladies. Back then, we got Misty, Jessie, Jessibelle, Cassidy, Aya, Giselle, Tyra, Sabrina, assorted crones Brutella, Nastina and Lacy, plus Joy, Jenny and Dame Ketchum provided parental authority.
How did a series that began with ball-breaking birds like that end up with insipid, glassy-eyed dullards like Zuhreena, Banana Lana, Marsh Mallow and Lilliput?
Ooh, Zuhreena is a pwincess!
Ooh, Banana Lana bwows big bwubbles!
Ooh, Marsh Mallow wuvs phallic waddishes!
Ooh, Lilliput won't pwet wanimals bwecause of Secwet Pain!
Can you imagine such weak specimens finding any place in the anarchic atmosphere of the classics?
It's SO boring!
Where's the punch? Where's the human spirit?
Where's the entertainment gone?
This squishy attitude began in Hoenn. Misty left, Jessie's hair symbolically changed from volcanic red to pink, and Contests introduced a cuddly theme where glitter glue and sequins are top priority.
Every sharp corner, every jagged point has been filed smooth. Now its substance hasn't the hardness to even develop edges, not when it's all cushions and candyfloss, where catching Pokémon rests on them deigning to grant permission, rather than 'avin it out.
Tsunderes, exuding untamed charisma and independence, besides a soupçon of danger, simply don't fit the cardboard box we habit now.
Nor do yanderes, kuuderes, tsuntsuns, or even derederes. It's just nothing but smiley-smiley creeps.
I wouldn't mind any of these tropes as long as there was some sign of colour to be had.
9. The Sacrifice of Misty
Misty bid farewell under the feeble justification that the lack of a longterm goal made her vulnerable to sacking.
Such a line uttered as if her own choice, being beyond them as writers to invent a purpose.
This implied her replacement would have an exciting quest aiming for excellence, something just beyond Misty's capabilities.
What did we get?
Dressing up and collecting Ribbons!
Is that...is that it? Is that the great idea? Is that all the girls are worth?
I lost Misty for THIS?!
Perhaps it makes no difference. By Hoenn they'd rendered her a leaden blandness sucked dry of all that made her special.
Going by the greasy-toothed bastardisation that swanned up in Alola, Misty was simply too wild for the safe, stifling atmosphere of today.
Her departure ensued she remains frozen as a funny, beloved presence, unlike those she left behind.
Now there was a lucky escape, as once the fanny-flapping starts, the bints have it on the brain.
May had Max to beat on the side, but Dawn developed monomania.
Hardly an episode went by without some reference to Contests, or how today's plot spurred her on to the next opportunity.
Yer need help, love!
Rather than Ash's new friend being a fascinating person who so happened to enter vanity projects, the competition defined them to the exclusion of life.
It is but moths drawn to the candle flame waiting to engulf them.
Contests are this world's version of Tom Riddle's diary: they promise sympathy and validation, but they eat your soul.
Like Tumblr.
10. Completely Unoriginal
Seems to me it wasn't so much Misty had no goal, it was more that Contests were the supposedly hot concept wedged into an existing property.
If earlier aspects failed to accommodate the invader, the onus certainly wasn't on the new kid to change. Oh no, stuff it in and chop off whatever gets in the way.
In the eyes of the post-Shudo regime, Misty was too volatile to last, and so had to go.
What idiots.
She's a tsundere. The softer, more feminine side is a defining component.
Would it really have been so problematic to retain her as an entrant? If Jessie can, why not?
Even if failing to fit, so what? Since when was established characterisation a barrier?
Isn't twisting likeable folk into unrecognisable pods the modus operandi of the writers?
That canon is immaterial, and must always give in to whatever fancy they currently have?
Well then, what's the big deal in infantilising Misty to promote it rather than pensioning her off?
Viewers will be more invested in the challenges awaiting a familiar face rather than a stranger.
What reduces the above to the risible is the original Misty and Jessie both participated in the Princess Festival.
All Contests are is that very scenario on repeat and robbed of all meaning.
Think about it:
• Beauty round
• Battle round
• Jessie loses
Same bloody thing.
Not only have I got to suffer this draining spectacle, it's got the nerve to possess not one iota of fresh ideas!
Contests are a low rent rip-off. The Princess Festival had a worthy reward in the shape of one-of-a-kind Dolls.
It'd already been revealed that ordinary Princess Dolls were ruinously expensive, therefore the special Pokémon edition have to be priceless.
What d'yer get for the trouble of a Contest but a bit of plastic tat taped to bargain basement frippery?
And they demand you get five of 'em!
Contests themselves were then resurrected as Showcases, although mercifully slimmed down to only three, with the emptiness ramped up in compensation.
Perhaps ironically, Princess Versus Princess is one of my favourite episodes. I love its critique of female avarice and accurate portrayal of clothing sales as reminiscent of the zombie apocalypse.
I don't mind the Festival as a single adventure, but I may have felt less favourable had it been a constant presence.
Except it isn't the competition at stake. This is a framework to explore Jessie and Misty as people.
Through its device we learn their history and therefore how they came to develop as the girls we know.
The setting serves as an opportunity for both to confront the misery and isolation of their childhoods, with the promise of overcoming that old torment with the balm of victory.
In the final, they aren't so much battling an opponent as fighting to be free of the past.
The tragedy is only one can be granted that reprieve. The other must remain unhappy in the ruins of memory.
It matters, unlike vapid Contests, where posturing is king. What depth can they provide in comparison?
Despite identical content, they are inverse counterparts, with the Festival presented as merely a light affair concealing a rather dark tale of neglect.
Contests however are paraded as this worthy nourishment for body and mind, a major point in one's journey towards enlightenment, when all they really amount to is an organ grinder and his monkey arsing about for the slack-gobbed plebs.
Bread and circuses.
Best of all, Misty won, not some side twat, as it should be.
Note how Jessie dressed: in delicate, vivid robes and golden decoration. The boys thought her beautiful.
Not as a gormless dweeb you'd cross the street to avoid!
And why the need to disguise herself anyway?
The Twerps had no issue with Jessie of Team Rocket joining the fun back then, so what happened?
At least she received the consolation of gaining Lickitung as a friend, with James and Meowth desperate to comfort her.
What do Contests bring? Sod all!
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HEY HOW’S IT GOIN’ GUYS. it’s ya girl aura and i’m back for veritas: quarter quell edition ! i’m a 20 year old garbage can ( she / her or they / them pronouns plz ) from pst timezone. as you can clearly see, i am a mess, but i’m here to have fun and get to know all of you guys !! i can’t WAIT to unlock the mysteries of this rp, and i know for a fact its going to actually destroy me, so heads up: i’m diagnosed babey and cry over everything all the time. that being said, i also love pain so while i may be crying, i am also THRIVING !! i’m also an artist so i hope ya’ll are ready for me to occasionally draw the shenanigans that happen here. it’s gonna be a TIME !
anyway, enough about me ! click the neat little read more button to get to know my baby boy, maxi-pad. if you like what you see, also feel free to hit that ♥ and i’ll pop into your tumblr or discord ims to aggressively keysmash a plot out. sounds good ? GREAT !! can’t wait to talk to you all asfkalsdjfasfd i’m so excited !
skeleton: the ace faceclaim: froy gutierrez name: max thomas gender & pronouns: cis male ( he/him ) age: twenty-two major: zoology clubs: captain of the track & field and football team ; student government secretary living arrangement: auberlin apartments / apartment 01 employment: unemployed, but occasionally volunteers places & does odd jobs for those that need it
[ GENERAL ]
first off, some links. you can find his dossier HERE ( featuring a bio / some stats ) & his pinterest board HERE !!
his name is maximilian anthony thomas ( if he turns out to be the killer i’m gonna laugh because i really did give him 3 first names ) but honestly just max is fine ^^
he’s the child to two ABSOLUTE UNITS of women. both of them are olympic medalists in the athletics category. even his sperm donor dad ( who, yes, also helped raise him ) was a big time baseball player who now coaches one of the best international teams, so to say that he is SPORTS BOY would almost be an understatement.
his sport of choice is easily track, but he also really enjoys baseball, basketball, soccer, and, later on in life, football. if it’s got a ball or allows him to run, chances are he plays it.
he was winning medals as early as 7 years old and had enough for a full wall by the time he was 10. boy is a legacy and it SHOWS.
he doesn’t like it when people try to give him things just because of his name or who his parents are. he would much rather get things through his own hard work. at the same time, he hates losing and is willing to do not so great things in secret if it means he’ll win.
captain of the track & field team during the spring / summer and captain of the football team during fall / winter. he also might be in the student government too so rifp his schedule. boy is ALWAYS busy.
LOVES HIS TEAMMATES SO FUCKING MUCHHHHH !!!!!! they’re his family.
he also does a lot of charity events cuz his parents raised that shit in him ( they literally met at a charity triathalon ), so he goes to quite a view galas and whatnot. LITERALLY HE’S SO BUSY THIS BOY NEVER HAS FREE TIME.
is surprisingly really well versed in art & art history due to one of his moms being a HUGE art history buff. literally his family did an art tour vacation once where they just went across europe & went to a bunch of galleries. basically he may seem like a dumb jock, but if you mix up a renoir & a monet, he WILL call you out on it.
absolute sunshine boy !! loves to smile & laugh & love !! is so passionate about everything !
however, he has some really bad jealousy and pride issues, as hinted at earlier. they’re easily his greatest vices in equal measure.
he’s emotionally fragile so if he snaps, it can get pretty scary, but he’s really good at hiding that side of him. granted, bottling it all up probably isn’t the best either . . .
THAT SAID, HE’S STILL THE TOWN’S GOLDEN BOY !! his coach keeps talking about the 2020 olympics and he’s SO PSYCHED !! everyone in town knows his name bc he really out here being nice to everyone he meets & helping little old ladies cross the road on top of everything else he does. he’s just That Guy.
[ DAISEY ]
he had known her since they were wee babies, and they were definitely friends first. whenever they played house, he was always the dog looooong before he played her husband.
the two were always real & honest with each other, and it’s safe to say that he knew the true her before she got all caught up in her loneliness and secret hoarding.
SHE was the one to ask HIM out not long after starting middle school, making them each other’s first like . . . actual relationship. ( though tbh, she moreso DEMANDED he be her boyfriend, rather than properly asking him aslkfjasdf he could never say no to her though so it didn’t really matter )
they wound up having an off-&-on relationship for SIX YEARS. in late-ish high school, he could feel her drifting away so he told her his secret, thinking it would stop her from being bored of him. unfortunately she ended up breaking up w/ him the next day.
[ STALKING TW ] before long she was already seeing someone new. that triggered his jealous streak, and between that and his fear that she was going to tell someone his secret, he started stalking her. at first it was just lining up their schedules so he could always keep an eye on her, but eventually he got access to her social media logins and started keeping tabs on her private conversations. she’d shown him some of her own hacking tricks when they were still together, so even when she changed her passcodes, it was a simple crack before he was snooping through her shit again.
eventually she confronted him about the fact that she was constantly seeing him everywhere, though still unaware of the fact that he was the one that was hacking into her accounts. he played it off, and while she did tell the authorities about it, that was about the end of it. he stopped stalking her for a couple of years after following her to st ettienne, and things mellowed out between them.
he joined student council that year, and after that him and daisey started to talk a lot more again. they even kinda became friends again. one night, she was having a rough time so she called him. after a quiet night of talking and looking at the stars, she kissed him. it was really great, up until she shoved him away and said it was a mistake, going right back to ignoring his existence the very next day. this caused him to fall back into his stalking habits, finding them a comfort.
this time, she finds out that its HIM going through her social media, and she pulls him aside privately at the homecoming party to yell at him. she even says that she’s going to expose his secret for being such a creep. it’s then that he sees her for what she really is, rather than the rose-colored image he’d been seeing before.
that’s the last he ever sees of daisey rutherford, and he can’t tell if he’s grateful or heartbroken for that.
[ WANTED CONNECTIONS ]
okay listen i’m . . . honestly garbage at coming up with wanted connections because i genuinely want everything. friends, lovers, enemies, family — the whole shebang. i’m always down to brainstorm, so if you’ve got any ideas, even if they’re whacky, hit me with them and we can come up with something phenomenal and unique, yeah ? yeah !
the biggest actual idea i can think of is like . . . half siblings through his biological father. i think the dichotomy of that could be fun since his dad is still VERY MUCH in his life along w/ his 2 moms. TAKEN BY CASSIDY
rivals in sports could be fun ! as w/ rivals in general !
people he tried hooking up w/ to make daisey jealous when they weren’t together ? maybe ??
he doesn’t drink or smoke or do anything fun so like ?? a bad influence type connection mayhaps ?
HE NEEDS A TUTOR !!!! HE NEEEEEDS A TUTORRRRR !!!!!
bro squad bro squad bro squad bro squad bro squad. did i mention bro squad ?? ( ed is his best fucking friend so any mutual friends,,,,,, let’s squad it up )
maybe i’ll edit this later if more come to me, but for now that’s what i’ve got !! hmu if anything strikes your fancy or if you’ve got any other ideas !
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It Had To Be You VI
Chapter Six: New Day
Summary: You and Tyler spend the rest of the week at his cottage
Warnings: angst, much angst, and a brief mention of anorexia/bulimia
Author’s Note: this one is not my best, I’ll admit. It’s going to have a lot of jumps, so I wanted to walk you through it. So, the beginning finishes off the trip at the cottage and the rest of 2015 (back to texts and phone calls) and then at the end, it will start as 2016, which is kind of why this one took a little longer to write and why it’s so long. The next chapter will be shorter but may take a little longer to post as well because this one is so incredibly long.
I’ll check back in about all the dates at the beginning of those chapters. Bear with me, I promise the next chapter will be better, but I hope you enjoy this one nonetheless.
Song credit: Uptown Funk -- Mark Ronson & Bruno Mars, Black Magic -- Little Mix, Heartbeat Song -- Kelly Clarkson, Centuries -- Fallout Boy, Lips are Movin’ -- Meghan Trainor, New Day -- Tom Speight
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You woke up the next morning to a kink in your neck thanks to sleeping with your head on Tyler’s shoulder. He was still sleeping soundly with Cash sprawled on his lap and his head almost trapping yours on his shoulder; you tried not to wake him as you pulled away with no luck.
“Morning..” he said groggily
“I didn’t mean to wake you,” you rubbed your eyes, “go back to sleep”
“Mmm, nope I’m awake now,” he said with a big yawn and a stretch that almost knocked Cash off of him, “once I’m up, I’m up.” You laughed, let out a quick yawn and stood up heading to the kitchen for a glass of water. You listened to Marshall’s paws click on the hardwood floor as he paced around you, waiting for food.
“How early do you usually feed them?” you asked as you sipped on your water.
“Not this early,” he answered, “I usually wait until lunch time and then we eat at the same time…” he said, drifting as he noticed the look you were giving him.
“That’s adorable! so what’s the pla--” you began, just as Jamie and Katie walked in, giving out good mornings like we hadn’t seen each other in years.
“Well aren’t you two just the most chipper you’ve ever been!” you joked, sticking your tongue out at Katie when she turned to face you.
“We had a good sleep,” she quipped and you could see a smile spread across Jamie’s face as he nodded to Tyler. You shook your head and went back to your glass of water, petting the dogs quickly before walking over to give Katie a hug.
“So, what’s the plan for today?” you breathed, finishing your thought from earlier.
“Let’s head out on the lake! Chubbs you up for some fish?” Tyler exclaimed
“Someone’s gotta catch ‘em” Jamie mocked and the two of them ran out to the boat like children vying for the passenger seat on a road trip, leaving you and Katie to saunter out with the pups.
“So…” Katie pried, “what happened last night? We heard the T.V. going pretty late. How I Met Your Mother right?”
“Oh yeah, we started it. But I kind of passed out early and I guess Tyler didn’t want to wake me up. So we slept out here” you blushed, trying not to look directly at Katie, opting instead to stare at the lake. You heard her aww and you had to stop her.
“No, no it’s not like. You know I’m in a relationship right? Like I have a boyfriend. We live together. His name is James” you asked sarcastically.
“I know that, do you?” she stated bluntly and when she saw your mouth dropped she continued, “I’m sorry, (Y/N) but the two of you are like high school sweethearts. Fawning over each other every chance you get. I know you have a boyfriend but it seems like there’s something between you and Segs. I care about the two of you too much not to say anything.”
“I know you care about us. Honestly, I think he might just be a bit lonely; his relationship with Ali is in a weird place and seeing the two of you together,” you gestured to Jamie, “I think it just gets to him.”
“And you?” she asked
“Me?” you answered confused, “I mean I think my relationship gets to him to, for the same reasons that yours does. He wants a relationship. He just… doesn’t like to admit he does.”
“You’re not answering my question” she persisted but before she could continue, you interrupted
“You mean you’re incredibly vague questions that imply something is going on but you just won’t come out and ask?” she nodded as her only response, “no, Katie, there’s nothing going on with me and Tyler. Not like that. He’s with Ali, I’m with James. Tyler and I are friends. That’s it.”
“Maybe. But answer me this:” she stopped, turning to you before either of you stepped on the dock, “if he’s with Ali, where is she? Why haven’t we heard anything about her? Why hasn’t she shown up or called? And don’t say because their relationship is in a weird place right now” you were speechless. You didn’t know why Ali hadn’t come out to the cottage, if she was even invited, you didn’t really trust her and you knew she didn’t really like you to begin with -- she claimed you were fake because of how little time she’d spent with you. They’d been together practically since you met Tyler but you heard more about her than anything else. Katie told you things about her, mostly negative, but you didn’t want to pass judgement without meeting her, so, you waited.
The first time you met her was last year, shortly after you met Cassidy and Candace, and it was a rare occasion where James wasn’t with you, so she thought you were trying to make a move on Tyler. Needless to say, she was very… affectionate to him that day. It made you weirdly uncomfortable just thinking about it. After that meeting, and after she found you were in a relationship, she would rarely come out with you guys and the last thing she’d ever do is contact you without Tyler around, so she kind of became a passing thought. Only coming up when the situation called for it.
Which, apparently, this one did.
“I don’t know, Katie,” you finally said, “I don’t think it has anything to do with me. Honestly. Or maybe it does. But not in that way,” she looked at you quizzically, “he knew I was going to be alone this summer, for most of it anyway. So he was probably just being nice and he knows there’s tension with Ali and I” you explained and she sighed, temporarily agreeing as the two of you walked out to the boat to meet the boys.
“Jeez, took you long enough,” Tyler proclaimed dramatically, “you ready?”
“Let’s do this!” you said, squinting in the sun, tripping over a raised slat of wood, “I meant to do that. Tyler you gotta keep this place safe. You have dogs” you tried to play it off but your cheeks were fiery with embarrassment and you knew they weren’t buying it anyway.
“Yeah, I’ll fix that later, just get in the boat already” he laughed and you stepped in, Katie following close behind in case you fell again. You watched as Marshall and Cash tried to jump in as well, feeling bad that they couldn’t come, but Jamie just told them that we’d be back soon and to wait there on the dock. They laid down and the four of you set off. Before too long, Katie brought out her phone and started playing some music.
“This here, that ice cold, Michelle Pfeiffer, that white gold…” the music played and everyone was bopping along until Tyler stopped the boat
“Saturday night and we in the spot, don’t believe me, j--” Jamie grabbed Katie’s phone to turn off the music and she almost growled.
“Sorry babe, we need quiet. For the fish” he said quietly and she sat back. You laughed and did the same. You knew the boys were going to fish so there needed to be quiet, but you didn’t think it would be this quiet. You were almost too scared to think, fearing even that would be too loud, when Tyler finally spoke up.
“We don’t need complete silence, we can talk to each other. This is just awkward.”
“Oh good, I thought I was going to have to hold my breath this whole trip,” Katie teased, “you would’ve had to fish me out of the water.”
Jamie rolled his eyes then turned to you, “so (Y/N), how are you liking the cottage?”
“Oh, it’s great. Beautiful..” you didn’t really know what to say but you could tell that everyone wanted you to add more, so you just kept talking, “seriously, it’s beautiful. The high ceilings, the colour of the wood. The marble counter in the kitchen. I’ve never been anywhere quite like it. Kudos, Ty!” he nodded a quick thank you and went back to looking at the water.
“Honestly, I kind of feel out of place there” you continued and could almost feel Tyler’s whiplash
“What does that mean?!” he said, offense clearly taken
“I don’t mean you’ve made me feel out of place. I just… I don’t know. I grew up in a one story, like, bungalow. All of the people I grew up with lived in places similar to mine. The grandest place I’d ever been was my friend’s house in McKenzie Lake. So, in the least offensive way possible, I’m just not used to it and I feel out of place…” you finished, waiting for them to either laugh or attack you like animals. Thankfully, it was the former and not the latter.
“Well, as long as it’s not my fault,” Tyler added amongst the laughter, “but I think you should know, I grew up in a one story house too. Well I guess like maybe two story, but it was by no means anything like this. This was something I did once I started making a little bit of money. It’s not just for me, it’s for my whole family. And these guys too” he finished and all you could say was a small I know before he went back to stare at the water.
You watched him watch the water and you kept thinking about what Katie said. It seems like there’s something between you and Segs. She wasn’t wrong, there was something there that not even you could put your finger on. You two were friends and over the last year, your friendship had gotten stronger and more natural. It would make sense that the people around you would notice the two of you becoming friendlier. But that’s all it was, just friends being friends. Nothing more than that. You saw how he talked about Ali, he really was smitten with her, no matter how rocky the relationship was at times. You loved James -- he was by far the kindest person you’d ever dated. You didn’t want to lose Tyler out of your life by addressing something that wasn’t there. You’d had this conversation with yourself before and you hated that you were having it again.
But maybe this is what Katie’s talking about?! Your head was spinning with questions and you were starting to get that anxious feeling again. Suddenly, you were grabbing blankets and jackets that were around you, causing Katie to watch as you collected articles like a squirrel. You didn’t have any explanation for it, other than you needed to be covered up. It was the Fur Ball all over again. You felt overexposed and there was nowhere to go. Literally this time. You didn’t know what to do; you couldn’t sing because there needed to be quiet for the fish but you felt like you might explode. You turned your body so your back was facing everyone and you were staring at the water. You made sure Katie wasn’t looking at you, you couldn’t believe what you were about to do but you couldn’t think of another option -- you needed off that boat.
You leaned over the side and stuck your fingers down your throat. Faking seasickness. Good one, (Y/N). Chris will be so proud to hear about this, Lucy was going to lose her mind, you thought to yourself. It’s not anorexia but it’s definitely a step backward.
“Oh my god (Y/N)!” Katie shouted, “(Y/N) are you okay?!” The boys lept over to you to make sure you were alright and you just apologized.
“We should head back, Ty. Get her some water, maybe you just need to lay down (Y/N),” Jamie suggested and you nodded
“I’m so sorry, guys. I don’t usually get seasick, I don’t know what happened” you lied and slowly turned around, wiping your mouth. Tyler backed away toward the steering wheel, staring at you as he turned the engine on. What? Stop staring at me! You wanted to shout at him. He couldn’t possibly know… could he?
When you got back to the dock, Jamie offered to walk you back inside, confusing everyone, and leaving Katie and Tyler to tie the boat up. Marshall and Cash followed behind you and Jamie, trying to get either of you to play to no avail.
“Let’s get you cozied up, I’ll grab some water. Some gravol?” you shook your head
“Just water is good. Thank you Jamie” you said sincerely
“What are friends for?” he winked as he got you settled on the couch under the blankets, propping pillows behind your head and making sure you were comfortable enough. You were expecting some questions from him when he brought you your water, but nothing. Just quiet. He sat on the chair next to you and put on Family Guy, laughing up a storm until Katie and Tyler came in.
“Glad you could make yourselves comfortable while we did all the work,” Tyler complained, Katie following behind him.
“She was sick, I needed to make her feel better” Jamie answered with a smile
“You’re not dating her…” Katie scolded and everyone laughed. Tyler lifted your feet onto his lap so he could sit on the couch while Katie snuggled close to Jamie on the chair. Everyone sat there watching T.V. and it was a nice moment. Naturally, you decided it needed to end.
“I’m going to go to bed. To my room, to sleep,” you felt weird calling it your room but no one seemed to notice, “thank you for cutting the trip short and for taking care of me Jamie. I’ll see you all in the morning.” You walked towards the guest room you were staying in, almost getting lost along the way, feeling stupid for doing what you did. As soon as you got to your room you closed the door behind you, desperately wanting the night to end. Just as you got under the covers, Tyler opened the door.
“Can we talk?”
“What’s up, Ty?” you asked concerned. He sounded so upset and you were worried about what he wanted to talk about.
“Are you okay?” he started, “I know you made yourself throw up out there” you felt your eyes grow wide, he did know!
“What do you mean?” you asked, trying to convince yourself that you were a good liar, “I was seasick or lakesick I guess…”
“(Y/N), I know you. You told me about your eating disorder, remember. I know this isn’t exactly the same thing… but I think I should know if you’re feeling like that” he confessed
“Ty, I’m fine. Really. Yes, okay, I admit, I made myself throw up on the lake, but I promise you, it’s not like that. I hated doing that, trust me, but I just needed…” you weren’t sure if you should be honest here mostly because you didn’t know what you’d say but he just waited for you to continue, no words escaping his lips, “I needed to get off the boat.”
“What? Why? What happened?” there it was, the concern that was laced in his voice earlier, the one that was on his face on the boat, the one that you couldn’t lie to.
“I’m messed up, Ty, there’s really no better way to describe it,” you practically yelled, “I get uncomfortable, anxious, so easily and it makes me do stupid things to try to control the feeling. Things like grabbing everything in sight to make myself invisible or shoving my fingers down my throat to get people to turn a boat around. It’s messed up and I know that, but I can’t change it. But please, Ty, please don’t ask me what made me so anxious because I couldn’t tell you even if I tried”
“Shh, shh,” he put his arm around your shoulders and kissed your head, “it’s okay, I didn’t mean to upset you. I just needed to make sure you were okay. And that you knew I’m here, if you ever need me, okay?” You nodded and told him you really were tired but you wanted to get back on the lake sometime during this trip because it was kind of the point. He laughed and let you get to sleep, saying he’d see you in the morning as he closed the door behind him.
Jamie and Katie went home the next day and the rest of the week went by quite quickly. You finally got out on the water, Tyler even caught a fish and that was your supper in the middle of the week -- even though you weren’t a huge fan of fish to begin with, he was just so proud of himself that you didn’t know how to tell him.
James called a few times to check in, even skyping with the two of you when the wifi connection was strong enough. Near the end of the week, Ali even called -- what a disaster that was. You could swear she yelled at Tyler the entire phone conversation; you heard some of it.
“So you were just never going to call me?”
“Ali, calm down. Babe, stop for a second and listen to me”
“What the fuck are you doing there with her Tyler?! Without her boyfriend there? Without me there?”
“If you’re so worried, which you don’t have to be at all, then come hang out with us. You’re in Toronto anyway…”
“I can’t, I’ve got things going on. You know that! Whatever…”
That was pretty much all you got from it but it was enough. He ended the conversation and threw his phone on the couch, rubbing his face.
“Sorry about that. Ali’s just a little stressed…” he explained
“Should I call? Tell her there’s nothing to worry about?” he looked at you, dumbfounded, and you knew that it was a stupid idea. She’d never take your call much less hear what you had to say.
“Don’t worry about it. She’ll get over herself, this happens sometimes” he said, looking at his hands. That made you feel bad, that’s not how a relationship should be -- fighting, arguing all the time. Way too much drama. There should be nothing but love there but instead their relationship was coloured with shades of jealousy and distrust. You kept wanting to ask him why he was with her if she was so cruel to him, if the two of them couldn’t go one day -- one full day -- without fighting. You understood that love was a strange thing and it didn’t always make sense, but this didn’t seem like love.
It felt like an arrangement that neither of them could get out of.
But you didn’t say anything. You believed that the relationship would either get better or they’d both realize they needed to end things, either way it wasn’t for you to decide. So you finished off the last few days at the cottage. Relaxing, playing with the pups and getting to know Tyler’s deepest secrets through a game of Never Have I Ever. James called you at the end of the week to tell you he was still going to be in Montreal and that you should come see him because he missed you. You wanted to be back in your own bed for a bit but you missed James too so you told Tyler that you had to exchange your ticket so you should get to the airport a little earlier than planned.
“Why don’t I just drive you to Montreal and then you guys can take the plane from there?” He proposed
“Yeah, we could do that. But I still have to change the ticket here don’t I?” you asked, packing your bags and saying goodbye to Marshall and Cash.
“We’ll do it on the way…” Tyler said, “it’s a little bit out of the way but not a big deal”
“Okay, if you say so” you smiled and dragged your bags off the bed, throwing them over your shoulder to bring them out to the car. The dogs jumped in the backseat of the Jeep and got settled, waiting for the two of you to jump in the front seats.
“Want to plug your phone in and play some music?” Tyler asked, raising his eyebrows, “we don’t want what happened last time…”
You rolled your eyes and plugged in your phone, “already on it! You ready for some English girl groups?”
“Full of honey, just to make him sweet, crystal ballin’ just to help him see what he’s been missing, so come and get while you still got time..” you and Tyler bopped along to the music, singing along, getting the words wrong here and there because neither of you really knew it but it was catchy.
“Get your boys and it… heeeyyy ooh,” you stumbled and the two of you just fell into a fit of laughs.
“Hey! You’re not doing any better, Mr. He’s still ballin’ just to help him see..” you mocked, “the words were Crystal Ballin’”
“We don’t know this guy, he could’ve been ballin’ and that’s what could make him see” he argued, laughing as the song finished and Kelly Clarkson’s Heartbeat Song played next.
“Like a finger on a loaded gun. I, can, feel it, rising. Temp-er-ture inside me. Hav-en’t felt it, for a life, time”
“What? Not gonna sing along to this one?” Tyler asked, stunned.
“Nah, I definitely don’t know the words well enough,” you admitted, “plus, I like Kelly Clarkson too much to ruin her song like that”
“Pffft..” he huffed, “let me then..”
“Up Up all night looonnngg…” He belted and you let out a howl of a laugh.
“Okay, okay stop. You’re so off key!” you switched the song with only 10 seconds left and put on Centuries and the two of you sang along with what you knew, otherwise just enjoying the ride. When you finally got to the airport, you hopped out of the Jeep and told Tyler you would be back as soon as you could. Not expecting it to take long.
“I’ll be here” was all he said and you walked into the airport. You walked over to the Air Canada desk to the first person who was available and explained your situation. They too a little longer than you thought they would and the attendant kept glaring at you like you had asked her to change the sky for you.
“I’ve never had to do this before,” you explained, hoping she’d lighten up, “it’s just.. My boyfriend is still in Montreal and he’s got a super busy schedule so, we want to spend as much time together as possible,” still, she glared.
“It’s fine, Miss. Everything has been settled. But since you didn’t have an exact return date, I could only give you an exchange for one week from now,” she handed you the new ticket and waited for you to walk away, which you almost did, but you had some questions.
“I mean, thank you it should be fine, but couldn’t you have given me credit or a voucher in case the trip goes longer than a week?” you asked and she shook her head, claiming she didn’t have “authorization” to offer anything and her boss was not to be disturbed.
“I guess you can try it again at the Montreal Airport if the trip.. persists…” she said, as if it were an illness, “but otherwise, you’ll just have to catch the designated flight. Thank you for choosing Air Canada. Next, please.”
“Hold on, wait” you stopped the person behind you, “you’re not going to try to help me? This seems kind of arbitrary… If I had changed my flight online this wouldn’t have been such an issue. I don’t understand.”
“Miss, please. We’re very busy as you can see,” she gestured behind you, “and I did help you, to the best of my ability. I exchanged your ticket. Had you changed the flight online, you still would’ve been asked what the exact return date was; meaning you would be having the same issue as you’re having now.” She was probably right but there was something about her that made you want to argue with her, instead you took a deep breath and apologized for your reaction.
When you got back to the Jeep, you heard music blaring and as you got closer you heard Tyler singing along.
“I know you lie, ‘cause your lips are moving. Tell me do you think I’m dumb. I might be young, but I ain’t stupid. Talking ‘round in circles with your t--” he stopped suddenly when you opened the door.
“No, keep going. It was really great,” you motioned to him and the radio, “really, best performance I’ve seen, or heard, in a long time.”
“Shut up,” he blushed, “you ready to go?” You nodded and hopped back in the passenger seat. The drive went pretty quickly, you were surprised, but you were pretty sure it was because you barely stopped unless the dogs needed to go out and the music kept you both incredibly entertained.
By the time you got to Montreal, it was only 8 pm, which was actually perfect because you knew James would’ve worked right through supper and he had to be off work by now, so you gave him a quick call and he told you where to meet him for some food.
“Tell Ty, he can come if he wants”
“He says you can come if you want,” you said to Tyler as you pulled up at the restaurant where James said to meet, seeing James standing outside the door, “It’s a long drive back, you could just stay in the room with us…”
“Nah, I’ll leave you guys to your romantic night,” he said as you jumped out of the Jeep into James’ arms, “I need to see Ali anyway, make sure I didn’t royally screw things up.” You gave him a pathetic smile and told him not to worry. You almost forgot your bag in the trunk when you heard Marshall bark.
“I didn’t say goodbye to the boys!” you shrieked, “how could I forget that?!”
“And I think you need your bag as well,” James added with a laugh, “Unless you’re donating those clothes.”
“Shoot! Right!” you exclaimed as the pups took turns licking you goodbye. When you finally had everything, you said your final goodbyes to Marshall, Cash and Tyler, wishing them a safe trip. You and James watched them drive away, waving goodbye as they drove down the street and then went inside the restaurant to your table.
“I’m so happy to see you babe! How was the week?” James asked, kissing your cheek
“So good!” you said excitedly, “the cottage is beautiful, you’ll love it. If he invites us back, we should definitely go.”
“What’s wrong with him and Ali?” he questioned as the two of you sat down and ordered a drink
“Oh you know, their relationship is just… complicated. Like all the time,” you explained, “I find it best not to get involved.” He just nodded and continued looking through the menu.
The trip with James really was just a week, lucky for the Air Canada lady and you, you supposed. And it was great. You had never been to Montreal before, but it was beautiful and you were so happy you got a chance to see some of it with James. Once you got back home, things went back to exactly what you thought they would. James was working non-stop and there was still almost three full months left of the summer, which meant a lot of your friends were still out of town.
You met up with your sister a few times over the next few weeks but she was in a new relationship, so she was really busy being in the honeymoon phase. Chris, much to your surprise, had gotten into a new relationship, gotten engaged and his wedding was set for August 1st. Just a month away. When the two of you went out for lunch and he explained it all to you, you were in utter shock.
“That’s awfully fast, Chris,” you finally said, “are you sure that you want to get married so soon? I mean it sounds like you’ve only known…” you said trying to remember her name.
“Karen” he jogged your memory for you
“Karen, for a few weeks. How do you know she’s not crazy? Like certifiable?” you only half joked. You were concerned, this wasn’t like Chris. The last relationship he had was when both you and Lucy were in high school and they had known each other for years before he agreed to go on a date with her.
“She’s not. I promise,” he tried to calm your nerves, “look, I know it seems strange and rushed and crazy, but I love her. I’ve never felt like this before. Like I don’t want to lose her. Like I can’t imagine my life without her. And she feels the same. We trust each other with our whole beings.” He looked so happy and he truly sounded like he loved her. So, you couldn’t fight him on it.
“I guess, I’ll have to meet her then” you saw Chris’ eyes glisten and a smile spread across his face.
“Of course you will!” he yelled in excitement, “maybe you’ll even have to be my best man..”
“Woah, I’d be happy just to take in the wedding from the pews. Less responsibility” you confessed. You texted Tyler to let him know the crazy news.
“NO WAY!”
“Yes way, he says they love each other and they wanted to get married as soon as possible. So, I guess that means a month…”
“Well, if they’re happy that’s all that matters right?”
“I guess…”
“Whoa. Hold back your excitement 😜”
“Ha ha, very funny. I don’t know Ty. I mean, yeah, I’m happy if he’s happy, and yes, he seems incredibly happy. But people are crazy! You know that, I’ve never met this woman and he’s only known her for a few weeks. Less than a month. That could lead to serious problems, you know.”
“Calm down. Chris is a good guy and he wouldn’t do anything stupid. I mean he raised you…”
“I don’t know if that really makes him smart hahaha”
“Maybe you’re right 😉”
“What nice friends I have, hmm”
“You know it!”
The month flew by. What with all the wedding planning, you barely had time to think about anything else. Tyler checked in with you every once in a while to see if you were still unsure about the whole thing and James made sure he was in town for the wedding so you wouldn’t have to go alone. When the day finally came, you were actually surprised how elegant it looked for something so short notice. The ceremony was beautiful and filled with just as much love as you hoped it would be; James showing up last minute kept you a little on edge but that feeling passed when you saw how handsome he looked.
“I’m so sorry babe. My luggage was lost and I couldn’t find a cab and --” he started to explain but stopped when he saw you look down at your feet, “I’m not going to make excuses. I’m here and I’m sorry for being so late. Let’s do this! You look beautiful by the way.” The charm on this guy was almost unbeatable that every time he talked you couldn’t help but swoon, it was a slippery slope and one that you hoped wouldn’t hurt you in the end.
August turned to September and September turned to Hockey Season and before you knew it, you were right back to being busier than you ever thought possible.
“Come to Dallas!”
“Because I totally have the ability to drop everything for a hockey game…”
“I knew it! So I’ll see you next week?”
“Very funny… I wish, but I’m swamped with meetings and assignments and group projects. Plus I don’t want to cause any problems with Ali…”
“We… Broke up. I didn’t tell you?”
You stopped for a second. No he didn’t tell you. Was he okay? Was he sad? Happy? Burying himself in practices to forget the relationship? Did you dare ask? It’s not like they hadn’t broken up before, ran into each other somewhere and realized they were better together than broken up. So, maybe this was just one of those times
“Are you okay?”
“Of course! She was toxic, you said so yourself”
“Well I… Wait, Ty, I hope you didn’t say that to her?!”
“... It’s not like I would be lying if I did”
“TYLER! You were dating for what like three years? Off and on, but still. You can’t tell a girl she was toxic. Are you insane?!”
“Relax, I’m kidding. No, I didn’t say she was toxic. I just told her that it was probably best if we took a break from dating for a bit.”
“That sounds really non-committal”
“What does that mean?”
“It means it sounds like your still dating her, just… openly…”
“I don’t have a problem with it. Do you think she does? Do you?”
“No, I think she’s probably fine with it, because she feels like you’ll go back to her eventually. Which you probably will.”
“Maybe, but for now, we’re done.
You were at a loss of what to say. It wasn’t any of your business and honestly if this is what he wanted, then you weren’t going to argue with him. It seemed sticky, and you really hated sticky, so you said the only thing you could think of that wouldn’t ruin anything.
“I’ll see you on New Year’s right?” I know we’ll both be busy until then, but my last exam is like two weeks before. So James and I can fly to Dallas if you’re there or New York? I’ve always wanted to spend New Year’s Eve in New York City so I think James might be planning something.”
“We’re playing Nashville on New Year’s Eve this year and then Jersey after, but I might be able to get there for a few hours…”
“Hmmm…. Sounds like a stressful night and way too tight for time. Text us at midnight 😉”
“Planning my life so far in advance. Jeez, mom, lighten up.”
“Ha ha. I gotta go, my prof is looking at me like I’ve just committed the worst crime imaginable. Talk to you later. Good luck this season!”
“Bye!”
You weren’t surprised when you heard that, two weeks later, Tyler and Ali were back together. Apparently, he was celebrating a big win at Maya Nightclub with the team when Ali showed up and they just started making out. Typical, not surprising and, again, none of your business. You never brought it up to Tyler in all of the texts the two of you sent each other between October and December -- if he wanted to tell you, he would.
He did eventually. Tell you. Right after Remembrance Day. But it was quickly followed by I’m not so sure it’s gonna last. You were starting to get frustrated. Why did he do this to himself? What was it about this girl that made him lose all common sense? It never lasted but he couldn’t stop going back to her and he always told you about it. Well, almost always.
“You know it’s his decision right?” James said, “the two of them may be completely wrong for each other but you’ve told him that before and he’s still gone back to her”
“I know. I just wish he could see that they’re not good for each other” you replied.
“Eventually, he will. But for now you just have to let him… figure it out,” he said, walking toward you from the kitchen, “I know you care about him and you don’t really like her, but it’s not something you can control.” You nodded and gave him a quick peck on the lips before he began telling you what he had planned for New Year’s Eve.
“It’s going to be big, just not New York City big…” he sounded almost scared as he told you the plan, “I have to be in Seattle the next day, so we’ll be spending New Year’s Eve in Seattle!”
“That sounds awesome babe! I love Seattle, I haven’t been as an adult yet so it should be fun,” you giggled, “New York will still be there next year or the year after that.”
Christmas went by way too quickly for your liking. It was so busy with Chris’ family as well as Karen’s family, James’ cousins and his mom and dad, of course your sister and a few friends who couldn’t make it to see their families. Both the day and night were filled with long and short conversations with people you knew and people you barely knew, texts coming in with holiday wishes and happy thoughts, unwrapping gifts and cooking turkey; trying not to make a mess but giving up when you realized it wasn’t possible.
When everyone finally went home, you were so tired you could barely stand, so James carried you to your bedroom -- Chris right behind him as James laid you down.
“The spare room is just in the basement, hope that’s okay…” Chris’ implication being ever so evident
“Totally understand, I’m just gonna tuck her and grab my bag” James answered and Chris insisted he take James’ bag downstairs, so he didn’t have to worry about it. Which was really just so James could get out of the bedroom as fast as possible. The next morning, you and James tried to decide what to do for your trip. Do we spend a few days in Seattle and see the sights before it gets ridiculously busy or do we just go for New Year’s Eve and James’ work?
It was never a decision you’d ever thought you had to make and, yet, here you were. Telling your boyfriend of almost three years that you’d like to spend a few extra days in Seattle before he had to go do his boring work. He agreed, fighting you only on the idea that his work was boring, and the two of you bought a ticket to leave December 28th -- open ended so you wouldn’t run into any problems with the airlines.
When you got to Seattle, you were surprised by how little snow there was being that it was December but didn’t pay much more attention to it than that. You settled into your hotel room and immediately forced James out to Capitol Hill and Downtown Seattle. You visited Pike Market but couldn’t stand the strong smell of fish, so you walked past it, rather than through it, to get to the Gum Wall -- taking your obligatory tourist pictures. You got some drinks at Shorty’s, played some pinball while you were there and then headed over to the Space Needle.
“Shouldn’t we save this for New Year’s Eve?” James asked, “there’s gonna be fireworks all over this area. It’ll be really cool.”
“We’ll come back for that! Or we’ll be in the area anyway,” you said with a wink, “but I want to actually get up there while we still can and get a view of the city from up there.”
“I promise we’ll come back, let’s just go back to the hotel. We’ve got to pick up some drinks for the next few days and I’m starving -- that bar had no food,” James said checking his phone, “plus I’m expecting a call.”
“You’re not supposed to be working until after New Year’s Eve. I was supposed to have you to myself this week?” You questioned, a little whine in your voice.
“I’m always working babe, but I promise, it’s just a call today, an hour long meeting tomorrow and then I’m all yours.” He confessed, noticing the anger in your face. “(Y/N)...”
“What was the point of coming here early then James?” you spat, “I could’ve spent more time with my family, with my friends, instead of having to sit back and watch you work. Or exploring a city in the freezing cold.”
“We still get time together, that’s good isn’t it?” He chided
“Yeah, sure. I guess,” you said sarcastically, “I mean, what girl doesn’t want to watch her boyfriend take calls and arrange meetings on their vacation? Delightful -- you really know how to woo a girl, James. Congrats.” You walked away from him, trying to find your way to the tram to get back to your hotel. You didn’t know why you were so upset, this was his job and you knew it kept him busy, you just weren’t prepared for it keep him busy when he was with you. When he finally made time to be with you.
“(Y/N)! Stop! (Y/N)!!” James yelled after you. When he finally caught up to you, he grabbed your arm and you ripped it away.
“Let go of me!” you hissed, “I don’t want to talk to you right now.”
“Fine, don’t talk to me. But I’m not letting you walk around a strange city alone,” he said. You were still angry with him, but you were happy that he wasn’t going to let you get hurt or be alone like this; it was things like that that made you fall for him over and over again. He was right, he only had one call that night, a few texts and his meeting the next day was only an hour, so you went back to do some touristy things -- first, stopping off at the Space Needle. The two of you rarely fought and when you did, the issues were almost immediately sorted because the two of you didn’t like the uncomfortable silences or negative atmospheres.
The day of New Year’s Eve, you and James went out for a nice lunch in Capitol Hill and tried to make a plan but didn’t want to commit to anything so you agreed that you’d just go from bar to bar and make your way down to the Needle for the fireworks. You hadn’t realized that your phone battery was at 50% by the fourth bar you were at, so you quickly sent a text to Tyler but in your beginning drunk stages it came out as eight messages one right after the other.
“Tyler! My phone will die.”
“Battery dying”
“I don’t know if I’m going to wish you a Happy New Year at Midnight”
“Be able to&**”
“So Happy New Yeaaarrrr! Happy 2016!!!”
“You’re not answering me? Why?”
“Mean”
“Oh wait, you have a gmae tonight don’t you?”
“Sorry”
“Good luck!”
“Go, Fight, Win! IRISH!
“Miss you!”
Your phone died before you got to the Needle which meant no drunken pictures of you and Chris ringing in the New Year and no embarrassing moments cemented in the cloud; at least not from your phone. You woke up to about a million and one texts the next morning. Most of them similar to ones you get at Christmas; a lot of Happy New Year’s and ‘got any resolutions this year?’
But with your head still pounding from the thousand tequila shots you took and the New Year’s Specials that were different at every bar, you just scrolled through your messages without responding. You’d do that later.
There was only two messages that you couldn’t stop looking at.
“Miss you”
And the response that followed
“Me and Ali are done. For good this time.”
#Tyler Seguin#Tyler Seguin Imagine#NHL Imagine#NHL#It Had To be You#Series#Imagine#Long Imagine#lots of songs in this one#Ali Nugent is mentioned#Ali Nugent#drunk texting for the win#what will happen next?
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Hey guys! Sorry this took a little while to get up, but here is the next episode of Cuba v DR! Thanks to those of you who are still reading!! Lots happening in this episode!!
EPISODE 38
Rafael sat at the prosecutor’s table in the seat that, since his days as a rookie, had always remained cold whenever he was in the courtroom. Carisi had once filled it, but he had never known the feeling as being the attorney that the jury relied on to present the state’s case. Now he was sharing a table with David Haden of all people, who had resigned years before and yet somehow was not only back in the good graces of Jack McCoy, but was assigned to overrule him as lead counsel.
He supposed he should’ve been grateful for Jack not suspending him again, but still he was angry. Angry that one woman could, with just a few words, destroy everything he’d worked towards his whole life. Angry that a lie could circumvent the truth so easily in the eyes of the public.
“Defense calls Meagan Cassidy to the stand,” he heard Buchanan say and Rafael blinked twice, bringing himself back.
Megan moved up to the stand and took a seat. Her hair slicked back into a tight chignon, she looked beautifully put together for a woman on trial. As she was sworn in her eyes moved to Rafael for a brief moment before moving back to her lawyer. She straightened her posture and waited for what was to come.
“Miss Cassidy, you worked with Greg Dawson for how long?” Buchanan asked.
“A few years,” she answered.
“Were the two of you ever involved sexually before the night in question?”
“No,” Meagan said softly. “Never.”
“Please tell the jury what happened on the night in question,” Buchanan said.
“It was a mistake...clearly. It was late at night and we had been working all day. I think we were both sleep deprived and after spending all that time together it felt good to just be with someone. This job has such late hours, god forbid anyone have a social life, let alone a stable relationship. So you make do with the relationships where you can...for us that was late nights at the office together. We were friends, there was never much of a spark but like I said, we were both sleep deprived. I think in that moment, things just happened without us thinking about the ramifications. But we both made that mistake, willingly and together.”
“So you didn’t rape Mr Dawson,” Buchanan replied with a sly smile.
“Of course not, what we had though...a little embarrassing was completely consensual.”
“Thank you, Ms Cassidy,” Buchanan said, going to sit back down at his table.
“What happened on the night at issue was completely consensual, is that your testimony today, Ms Cassidy?” Haden asked, still seated at his table.
“Yes.”
“Is there a reason then that you initially told detectives that in fact Mr Dawson had raped you?” Haden asked with knitted brows.
“I made a terrible lapse in judgement when I lied about a rape. I panicked and made the wrong choice, one I took back. I’m hoping Greg will do the same. Lies like this ruin lives, and I know he isn’t a bad person. He’s just trapped in a lie that went too far.”
“A lapse in judgement,” Haden mumbled, looking at Barba, who shook his head discreetly. Haden stood and began to walk towards the witness stand. “So, you lied about being raped...because you panicked?”
“I was scared, I just had started to reconcile things with my husband. The late hours had made our relationship toxic and I was trying to keep both my job and my marriage. The thought of losing my husband after a horrible night was...unbearable in the moment. So I lied. I regretted it the moment it came out of my mouth. That’s not who I am.”
“You were reconciling with your husband so you lied about being raped?” Haden said again. “You had a prescription of Klonopin in your possession. Can you explain that?”
“About six months ago I was injured, the prescription was for my back while it was recovering.”
“How many people knew that you had been prescribed medication for your back?” Hayden asked.
“A few, I complained about my back and the medication a lot my first week back. I was a bit of a pain. After that I stopped mentioning it.”
“How many of them knew that you kept your prescription meds in your office?” Hayden asked.
“I’m not sure, it’s not like I kept it a secret.”
“Greg Dawson underwent a drug screening and that traces of Klonopin was found in his system. How do you explain that?” Haden asked.
“Maybe he took them from my office. I don’t usually lock it so I can have papers delivered to my desk.”
Haden nodded once. “I see. So you lied because you didn’t want to compromise your relationship with your husband. Greg Dawson isn't married, he has a good job. So why would he lie?”
“I wish I knew,” she said, brows furrowed. “The only reason I can think of is to slim the competition...our career is competitive, you know?”
“So you’re saying he had an affair with you, then told the police that you raped him, quit his job, agreed to testify in open court that he--a man--had been raped by you--a woman half his size and all because he wanted to slim the competition?” Haden asked with an arched brow.
“It’s merely speculation on my part, counselor. You’d have to ask Greg,” she said with a frown.
“Okay. Ms Cassidy, why did you consent to a rape kit days after the incident if you were lying?” Haden asked.
“I got caught up in the lie. It happened to fast. Suddenly there were police and honestly, I got scared. So I just went along with all of it,” she said softly. “I regret it, I truly do.”
“You regret it. Detectives Rollins and Carisi asked you to consent to a rape kit after the night in question. You said no. So why have one days later?” Haden asked.
“I saw my husband, we had lunch and he heard what had happened. He suggested I reconsider and when the detectives asked me again...I agreed.”
“Oh, so you lied to your husband, too?” Haden asked.
“He was the reason for the lie in the first place. I’m not proud of it but I wanted to save my marriage,” she offered.
“Right,” Haden answered. “One last question, if the police had believed your lie, how far were you willing to let it go?”
“No farther, the guilt was weighing me already.”
“I’m sure,” Haden replied. “Nothing further.”
“You may step down,” the judge said. “Defense will call it’s next witness.”
“Defense rests, your honor,” Buchanan said.
“Very well, closing arguments at nine am tomorrow. Court is adjourned,” the judge said, bringing the gavel down.
Rafael looked at Haden. “Her story was entirely different from the one I got when she was first interviewed.”
“Jury saw that,” Haden answered as he packed up his things. “You made the right call bringing this to trial, counselor. No way a jury acquits.”
Rafael nodded softly, sighing and collecting his notes and files.
Nevada subconsciously ran a hand over his hair as he reached the front door to the old diner on 174th and Amsterdam. It was a place he and Lauren had come to often as teenagers, and also where they had their first kiss. Despite the rundown interior, it had always been special, but he hadn’t been back since the last time they’d eaten there. Walking in, he saw her already sitting at their old booth and smirked as he approached.
“Coño, early for once, huh?” he teased as he sat across from her.
She giggled. “I’ve grown up a lot since the last time we were here.”
“Yeah, I see that,” Nevada answered, smiling softly.
She blushed and nodded, tucking some hair behind her ear before looking back at him. His heart quickened in his chest at the sight of her blue eyes and her bashful smile. Even after all these years, he couldn’t tear his eyes away from her. It was surreal and unsettling all at once, knowing he would be going home to you later and she would be going home to her husband.
Her husband. Of all the men in all the world, she just had to marry Leonard Williams.
“So...you’re married now,” he said.
“You too, huh?” she replied.
He nodded. “Eight years.”
“Six,” she offered, not waiting for him to ask. For a moment, they were silent when she giggled and ran a hand through her hair. “This is a little awkward, huh?”
“A lot awkward,” he replied, chuckling with her.
“You look a little bit different. Your eyes are the same, but there’s something different in them. Tired.”
Nevada looked down at his hands on the table, one finger moving to adjust the napkin on which his silverware layed. “I went through a lot after you left.”
“Me too,” she said softly as a server came by and offered to fill their empty mugs with coffee. Once they were alone again, Nevada leaned forward to place his elbows on the table.
“How’s your dad doing?” he asked.
Lauren grinned as she poured cream into her coffee. “Good. Retired. He and my mom moved down to Key Marathon, got a boat and a cute little cottage with a dock.”
“Sounds he’s finally lightened up,” Nevada mused with a smirk, earning another giggle from her.
“Yeah,” she replied, nodding.
“What about your brother? He still in the Army?”
Her smile faded, eyes lowering to look at the light brown liquid in the mug she held. “He was killed in action seven years ago.”
“Shit, I’m sorry,” he replied, fighting the urge to reach for her hand.
“Thanks,” she answered with a half smile as she looked back up at him. “My mom took it really hard. That was when dad retired and suggested they move to the keys.”
“What about you?” he asked softly. He remembered her parents as being good people, who loved their children, but had also always sensed that Lauren--being the youngest and female--hadn’t gotten quite as much attention as her older brother.
Lauren grinned. “I’m okay. I was pretty down for a while, but I got through it.” She took a sip from her coffee before she smiled up at him again and began to look through her purse. “I found this stuff the other day after I got home from the arcade,” she said as she pulled out an old mix tape he’d made for her.
He chuckled and gently took it from her. “Shit, I forgot about this.”
“It still plays,” she replied, giggling with him before showing him a folded piece of paper and a photo strip from the old booth that was once in the arcade. “These too. When did they get rid of the photo booth?”
“When they decided to put a bar in so that parents would start bringing their kids to the arcade more,” he answered, looking at the strip of photos of the two of them as teenagers.
“That’s too bad,” she said.
He gestured to the folded paper with his chin. “I remember when I wrote that for you.”
“I remember when Melissa gave it to me,” she replied, looking down at the note in her hands. “I never told you this, but...I already liked you.”
He knitted his brows. “You did?”
Lauren nodded, running her fingers through her hair again. “Yeah...I didn’t think you’d be interested though. All those other girls were always around you--”
“--Yeah, but none of them were anything like you. I always told you that. You were different,” he replied, meeting her eyes and quirking one corner of his lips upward. “That was what I loved the most about you.”
She smiled warmly and reached across the table for his hand, which he gave without a second thought. Bringing it up, she placed a kiss on his knuckles. “I loved you too. I think part of me will always love you.”
“Me too,” he whispered as his fingers slipped between hers. “You happy?” he asked, eyes lowering to fix on their gently laced fingers.
Lauren nodded as she offered him another smile. “Yeah. You?”
The thought of you entered his mind; all the fights and rough patches that at times he’d been convinced would have torn the two of you apart. He thought of all the things he’d been able to tell you, all of the dark truths about himself that you’d accepted almost blindly, the children you’d created together. Finally, he smirked and nodded.
“Yeah,” he said. “I am happy.”
She grinned, squeezing his fingers. “You have a really beautiful family.”
“Thanks,” he replied. “You got kids, right?”
Lauren nodded. “Two.” With her free hand, she reached for her phone and scrolled to a picture of herself with her two children before showing him.
“Beautiful,” he said, smirking at the photo. “They have your eyes.”
“Thanks,” she answered, setting the phone down. “They’re a handful, but I wouldn’t trade being their mom for anything.”
“Yeah, I know what you mean,” he said.
“What does your wife do?”
“She’s a teacher,” he answered, earning a giggle from her.
“Why doesn’t that surprise me?”
Nevada rolled his eyes with a grin. “Can't believe you even remember that. You know those were just rumors. I never fucked her.”
“I know, I was kidding,” she said. “Your wife is a lucky woman. I hope she knows that.”
He nodded. “What about your ole man?”
“He’s a good man,” she answered with a smile. “He’s a cop.” He tried to suppress a grin and felt her gently kick his shin beneath the table. “Stop--”
“--I didn’t say anything,” he replied in a chuckle.
“He’s a good man,” she said again. “He moved us all the way here from California because I missed New York.”
Nevada curled the corner of his lips downward, nodding. Part of him wondered how much of work her husband brought home and whether she knew that Williams was looking into him. Not that he would ever use her to gain information. He could never do that to her.
“Does he know about me?” he couldn’t help but ask. While he couldn’t justify using her for leverage against Williams, he could at least gauge whether the hardon the captain had for him was personal.
“Kind of,” she answered. “He knows that my first love was a guy in high school, but he’s never asked for details or anything.”
“Hm,” he hummed, smirking at her. At least now he knew it wasn’t likely that it was a personal vendetta that Captain Williams had against him.
They drank the rest of their coffee in a comfortable silence before Nevada left some cash on the table and walked out with Lauren. When they reached the sidewalk, he turned to face her.
“You know, I still got that jacket you gave me.”
“Really?” she asked with a wide smile. “You know when I moved, I thought maybe you would get rid of it.”
He shook his head. “I never took it off...till it stopped fitting and even then, I didn’t want to let it go. Reason I even still wear leather is cause it reminds me of you.”
The apple of her cheeks turned pink as she lowered her eyes and grinned. She reached into her shirt and pulled out a thin silver chain with a plastic ring on it. “That’s why I keep this, too.”
“Jesus Christ,” he said in a chuckle as the memories of the night he’d given it to her came back to him. “You know how many games of skeeball I had to play to win you that?”
She laughed, glancing down at the ring before tucking it back beneath her shirt. “I remember the night you gave it to me.”
“Me too,” he whispered.
Looking back up at him, she closed her eyes as he stepped closer to kiss her forehead and pulled her into a hug. He sighed when he felt her pass a hand over the back of his head and squeezed her tighter as he pressed his nose against her neck. When he pulled away, he rested his forehead against hers and ran his fingers over her hair.
“I’m glad we did this,” he said softly.
“So am I,” she answered.
You put on another layer of lipstick making sure your lips were the perfect shade as you puckered in the mirror of your car before getting out. You’d agreed to meet at the center to give Diane Gehrig, the company’s outreach director a tour. Diane was one of three people on the panel to decide if your center was right for their business.
As you walked up to the building you already felt butterflies in your stomach.
“You’re here early,” Robin, your head tutor said with a smile. “Come to check how things are going? I was just on my way to my next session.”
“I have something going on today. Just a heads up, I’m giving someone a tour, if she needs to look in on a session, I’m going to bring her around to you.”
“Okay, sure,” Robin replied. “Is it a parent? We gonna be getting another kid soon?”
“Its someone from a company who might want to purchase and franchise us. It's a very big deal,” you said in a whisper to her with a grin. “I gotta run, but I'll be back in a bit.”
You moved towards your office and stepped inside, straightening up for a few moments before your phone pinged, notifying you of a text from Diane that she had arrived.
You took a deep breath, moving to the front of the center to greet your guest.
“Hi, Mrs. Ramirez?” a woman you presumed was Diane said as you walked towards her. She smiled and held out her hand to shake yours. “Diane Gehrig.”
“Please, call me Y/N, it’s so nice to meet you. I’m really excited for our tour today.”
“Yes, our organization has heard so many good things. I’m anxious to see more of what you’ve done,” Diane answered.
“Well we’re all dedicated here to making the best experience for these kids that we can. Growing up in neighborhoods like this are difficult but the kids want to learn. They all crave the stability that this center can give to them.”
Diane nodded along with you, following when you began to walk towards the first room.
“So here’s one of our private tutoring rooms, we have six at the moment and three group tutoring rooms as well. Kids here are split into two groups. We have two different options here. There’s an after school program that runs from three to about six in the evening and we also have a drop-in options which is basically a chance for anyone to come in with homework questions and get the help they need.”
You walked her up a flight of stairs and into the next room, a larger area with one big table surrounded with ten students all doing homework while a tutor moved around the room checking work.
“Group rooms are for kids to don’t necessarily like a tutor’s attention focused solely on them. It also gives the kids a chance to occasionally work together. The kids getting a chance to build a sense of community is very important to us here. I find most kids prefer group tutoring so they can interact with their peers.”
As you walked her to the next room, you opened it to a room filled with a series of individual desktop computers. You thanked the universe that room was clean, which wasn’t always the case after a day of being used by the kids.
“So this is our computer lab, we only have one at the moment. It’s for a mixture of homework and research for projects.” You pointed to a few children who were on computers. “Kids gets about an hour of computer access at a time. It’s small, we only have eight computers at the moment but I’m hoping to turn another one of our private tutor labs into a second computer room.”
You moved with her to the next room where Robin was sitting with one of your favorite kids, Carly, helping her with her reading homework.
Carly held her copy of Harry Potter tight in her hands whole Robin followed along in her own copy.
You let Diane watch her for a few minutes before the two of you exited the room and continued on.
“Our private tutoring rooms are always available for kids who might need a little help, people with learning disabilities, ADHD, Dyslexia. Our tutor Robin, who you just saw in there has ten years experience working with children with special needs. We’re so lucky to have a really diverse and gifted staff.”
As you moved her to the last room you’d planned to show, you stopped.
“So this is our rec room. Like I mentioned earlier, kids come in either for drop in support or they use it as more of an after school program. With the drop in, I have four tutors on staff who are pretty well rounded in all subjects and they are available for questions and concerns throughout the day. For the kids in our education program they are here from after school till about five or six in the evening. Usually this is because of parents working or just needing the extra help. We keep a rec room stocked with food, movies, stuff like that so after about an hour or so of tutoring they can have a chance to just relax and be kids. There’s some non-violent video games and some old school board games that surprisingly the kids really enjoy.”
“Well I have say, I’m rather impressed with the center. And judging from the reports for the last two years, you’ve made some impact in the graduation rate,” Diane mused.
“We are doing everything we can to keep these kids off the streets,” you said with a smile. “We’ve seen a five percent increase in graduations since this program started. We’re in the process now of discussing a program to help younger children with early intervention for behavior problems as well.”
“Incredible,” Diane replied. “Well, thank you so much for the tour. I’ll take all this information back to my boss and if he’s interested, he’ll make you an offer. If we have anymore questions, I’ll be sure to get in touch with you.”
“Don’t hesitate to call. You have my personal number.” You shook Diane’s hand again before walking her back downstairs to the exit. “Thank you again, it was wonderful meeting you.”
“You as well, Y/N,” Diane replied with a smile.
Once she was gone you let out a sigh of relief, silently grinning to yourself. Today had been a very good day.
“Knock knock,” Grace’s voice alerted Rafael of her presence, pulling his attention away from the paperwork on his desk. She gestured to the hot coffee in her hand. “Carmen said you might need this.”
“Thanks,” he replied, taking the coffee and drinking a long gulp from it.
“I brought you few final files and was hoping you could chat with me for a minute if that’s alright.”
Grace had done her hair and makeup heavier than usual. Desperate to counteract her lack of sleep from this second interview problem. She’d felt sick since she’d heard the news and it had taken its toll on her appearance.
“Yeah, sure,” he replied in a sigh as he closed his file and walked to the couch, taking the opportunity to take a break from everything that had happened earlier in the day.
“They called everyone they wanted for second interviews, I didn’t quite make the cut,” she said softly, eyes downcast, focusing on her sensible footwear.
“I’m sorry to hear that,” he replied, giving her a sympathetic look. “If it helps, I’m sure another position is bound to come along and by then, you’ll have more experience under your belt.”
“I was hoping there was another option,” she said softly. “I work above and beyond, I nailed that interview. The only reason I didn’t get in is because-“ she cut herself off and sighed. “I don’t know what they want from me. I gave them everything, I worked so hard…”
“Well, I mean sometimes, even if you’re sure you’re perfect for something, it doesn’t work out. And more often than not it’s because something better is gonna come along,” he replied.
“There’s nothing better!” she snapped, before calming herself. “It’s part of my five year plan, if I mess this up it’ll set me back and I can’t afford to do that. Mr. Barba, isn’t there something you can do? Just a second chance, I can be what they need me to be,” she pleaded. “Whatever they want, I can become that girl. This is all I’ve ever wanted…” She looked to him, eyes shimmering with tears as she bit her lip. “I’ll do anything, Rafael. I really mean anything,” she begged. “I can’t lose this opportunity.”
“You want my advice? Plans are great to have but very rarely do things actually go according to plan. You ever the phrase, the best laid plans of mice and men...?”
She had been racking her brain over and over for answers on how to fix this. Her competition was only there for a blowjob. Grace had worked above and beyond, she’d done everything right. But it still wasn’t good enough and that killed her. It was eating her up inside.
“Plans are important, they’re made for a reason.” She walked up to where he sat. “I’m not a person who likes ruined plans and I’m willing to negotiate for the recommendation.” She tried to keep her voice lowered, sultry, the words feeling sick on her tongue even as she said them. “Rafael,” she said his name again, slower.
Rafael was a handsome man, this wouldn’t be so bad. Even trying to rationalize, she felt the weight of what she was about to do. She dropped to her knees and looked at him expectantly.
“I won’t tell anyone,” she whispered. “It’ll be our secret.”
“What are you doing?” he asked as he sat up and inched away from her on the couch.
“Aren’t you attracted to me?” She wasn’t sure how this usually went down but wouldn’t he look more excited?
“I’m married. Happily married,” he replied, frowning. Standing, he walked back to his desk, running a hand of frustration over his face.
She stared at the spot on the couch where he’d been seated, wiping tears off her cheeks. “I don’t know what else to do,” she mumbled.
“Have some more respect for yourself for one,” he replied, shaking his head. “I’m really disappointed in you. I thought you were better than that.”
“So did I...for a while,” she said with a half laugh. “But what do you do when you work hard and you’ll still come in last place because everyone else is fucking the boss! What am I supposed to do, Rafael?” She wiped a few more tears and stood up.
“Mr. Barba,” he said. “And you work harder, Grace. Like everyone else who’s gotten passed up for a job they really wanted. You dig in deeper, you don’t look for the easy way out.” He bit the inside of his lip and shook his head again. “I think you should leave.”
“I am so sorry,” she whispered, not able to look at him as she hurried out of his office.
Rafael let out a breath as he closed his eyes and brought a hand to the bridge of his nose. It seemed just when he thought the ordeal with Abby was behind him, it was coming around again, tenfold. Not only had Buchanan given the press just enough for them to find out everything that had happened with Abby--or at the very least the rumors that were still making their way around Hogan Place--but now an intern had propositioned him and it was only a matter of time before someone would misread that as well.
With his luck as of late, there were likely people outside his office right now that saw her leave in tears. He could only imagine what they would be saying the next day.
Sighing in frustration, he gathered his briefcase and left his office.
When he arrived home, Roxie had just finished putting away the dishes.
“Hey,” she said with a smile. “You hungry? I made brisket.”
“Sounds delicious,” he replied, dropping his briefcase and leaning on the island. “We never got a chance to talk about the other night.”
“No, we haven’t,” she said softly. “We should probably do that now then. If you don’t want Amber around Liam, I can’t say that I understand but I can respect it. I won’t have her around him.”
“What made you do a 180 all of a sudden?” he asked.
“Because I know you’d do the same for me,” she said softly.
“Well...to be fair, you don’t understand because I never told you the whole story of what happened between us all those years ago,” he replied.
“Would you care to tell me?”
He sighed as he sat down on one of the stools at the island. “Amber and I had only been dating for three and half months when we talked about moving in together. It was unexpected, but she and Y/N lived in Boston, I lived in Brooklyn, we were commuting every weekend just to see each other...it just felt like the right thing to do at the time. So she moved in with me and over the next few months, I started to fall in love with her. For a month, I didn’t say a word about it to her...until one night while we were...being intimate, I told that I loved her.
“She said she loved me too and I remember feeling...the most happy I’d felt in a really, really long time. We talked a little afterward about our future...not making any plans or anything just...to me it felt like we both saw ourselves together in the future. I told her I loved her again...just to be sure she hadn’t said it in the heat of the moment and she said it back again. The next morning, I woke up and she was gone. She had taken everything she owned; her clothes, her toothbrush...she’d even disconnected her phone. And I didn’t hear anything from her for seven years.
“And when she did come back, she acted as though nothing had happened, as though I had no right to be angry with her because it had happened so long before. She harassed me at work, she forced her way back into my life. On top of that, even though I had a girlfriend, whom I was deeply in love and happy with, Amber told me that she still had feelings for me...and it was like I was sucked right back to that moment in time when all I wanted was to be with her and make her happy. She’s manipulative...and cold...even now, she isn’t a good person.”
He sighed deeply and ran a hand over the back of his head.
“So it was never just that she broke my heart, because she didn’t just break my heart. She traumatized me and for years after I couldn’t let anyone in, not even as a friend. In some ways, I even kept my sister at arm's length, but...that was also for other reasons. I was alone. The only person I really had that I knew had my back was my mom. And for a while...a few years ago, I thought that I could get past what happened between Amber and I and be friends, but the more time I spent around her, the more I saw the way she treated people...I didn’t like the way it made me feel. I felt completely guarded anytime I was around her, like I couldn’t relax, I couldn’t let my guard down, even for a second. And I don’t want to feel that way, especially when I’m with my family.”
Roxie frowned as she listened to her husband explain and suddenly everything made sense. His discomfort whenever Amber was around didn’t seem so unwarranted anymore. When he finished, she stepped forward and pull him into a tight hug, squeezing him against her body.
“Oh Rafael,” she whispered. “I am so sorry she did those horrible things to you.”
“Thank you, but I made peace with it a long time ago,” he replied. “If there was one good thing that came of her moving back here, it’s that I found closure with what happened. I’m not angry and I wish her the best, I just don’t want her in my life and I don’t feel comfortable with my son being around a person like that. It’s bad enough that you’re friends with her, I don’t want our son brought into that.”
She nodded. “I understand why, she won’t be in his life. I promise you,” she said as she hugged him tighter. “I love you so much Rafael.”
“I love you too,” he replied.
The front door opened and Helena walked in, smiling at the pair. “Alright, I’m all stocked up for the next few weeks. We have everything, except for cumin!”
Roxie chuckled and wrapped her arms around Rafael, kissing his lips before pulling back, hissing in pain. “Ow, bloody hell,” she complained, hand moving to her stomach. “That’s a bad one.”
“How far apart are they?” Rafael asked, helping her to the couch.
“Five or six minutes. I’ve been having them all day,” she said as she eased down into the couch, rubbing her belly.
Rafael’s eyes widened and he couldn’t help but grin at the thought of them finally getting to meet their son. “Okay, so...we knew this was a possibility, you’re 37 weeks...let me call Y/N to let her know we won’t be making Nevada’s birthday and fill the tub.” He looked up at Helena, who was already pulling her phone out. “Will you call our midwife? Her number is right on the fridge.”
“Yes!” she exclaimed, springing into action.
“Okay, Roxie, just relax. I’ll get the tub ready, okay?” Rafael said, going into the bedroom as he pulled out his phone and dialed your number.
“Hello?”
“Hi, we can’t make it tonight,” Rafael said through a grin.
“Oh no, is everything alright?” you asked softly.
“Everything is fine. We think Roxie’s in labor,” he said, cheeks hurting from the grin he wore.
“What?! That’s amazing! Rafi I’m so excited for you! Do you need anything?”
“No, we’re fine; Helena is here, the midwife is on the way. We’ll be fine, I promise,” Rafael replied as he started to fill the bathtub and went back into the living room. “Tell Nevada we said happy birthday.”
“You better text me pictures,” you demanded.
“I’ll see what I can do,” Rafael answered in a snort. “I gotta go.” He hung up the phone and looked up at Roxie. “Okay, bathtub is filling up, is Heidi on the way?”
Roxie nodded, rubbing her belly and giving Rafael a slightly panicked look. “37 weeks seems a bit early,” she mumbled.
“What are you talking about, honey?” Rafael asked in a chuckle as he sat down next to her. “Heidi said after 36 weeks, you could go into labor any time. We’re right in the pocket, everything’s fine.”
She kept her breathing steady and moving her hand into his. “Liam is very adamant on coming,” she said with a half smile, squeezing his hand.
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Paint Me Gray
She thought she was normal.
She thought seeing life in a colorful scheme is a common place.
That is until she had problems...
It was afternoon that day, Cassidy and her older sister, she calls Nana were playing dolls, depicting how her sister and her soulmate will meet. Her Nana huffed and pouted. "Hey, Cassie, you think it's true? That when you meet your 'the one', colors would burst into life? Like a missing piece would just click in you life you didn't know was missing? Like, like... I don't know, they just seem to just say it's a beautiful union of souls and all of that romantic whatevers." The little girl only stared at her, being six, and Nana, 13, Cassie never really understood what her sister is saying. Something that she only understood was colors bursting to life. "I don't know, I'm not yet allowed to watch movies like that... Nana, why would colors burst into life? What does that mean?" Nana's eyes twinkled in excitement. She likes talking about soulbonds back then, it is like a fairy tale to her. "So you see Cassie, what we see right now is just plain ol' gray, bland, boring, dark. But, if you meet your the one, colors in any form you imagine will creep in and then your world will become a happier place! Not dark, colorful, happy place!" Cassie scrunched her face and told her in a confused manner, "But I see colors Nana."
They never talked about it again. Cassidy knew her Mom knew but she never mentioned, no one did. So she understood, it is not to be spoken about.
Life hasn't been great since then, faking what Cassie sees wasn't a problem. A crumbling family is. Her Dad cheated on her Mom with Dr. Collins. She saw them kissing on an alleyway on the way home. Cassie was angry, almost saw red. Instead, she saw gray. Her Dad left to play house with his other woman and her family. Cassie used to be friends with Dr. Collins' children.
Cassidy's Mom got so depressed she forgot she has kids. She barely slept, crying until her eyes got so puffy, not eating. Basically, being hollow vessel. Cassie got disappointed, shouted at her to get a grip. She just stared on the wall. Her color drained out too.
Her Nana, takes care for them now. She's grateful to have an older sister like her. But then, she got pregnant, Jason, her boyfriend left when he found out. Cassie used to like the guy. Now they both just become bland washed out color.
Charlie, her older brother, next to Nana, supposedly helping, but he sank into his peers. Drugs, smoking, alcohol. You already know what happened.
Cassidy looked at herself in the mirror. She watched slowly, colors dripping, blending, until she closed her eyes to relieve the hurt. When she opened them, all there was gray.
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I got tagged by @confessionsofafulltimenerd and @teh-random-irish-chick! Thank you! Name: Alyssa. On most sites I go by WritingBookworm, but if that's not taken, then I'll fall back on PyrrhicWriter or something among the lines of that, since that one's never taken. Nicknames: Writing, usually. I don't have a nickname for my real name, Alyssa feels right. Zodiac sign: Cancer. I get to share my sign with a disease. *Jazz hands* Height: Either 5'6" or 5'7" Orientation: I thiiink I'm heterosexual. I say I think because I might be gray-aromantic. I'm still figuring it out tbh. Favorite fruit: Watermelon Favorite season: Spring Favorite book: Chaos Walking, but no one knows what that is, so I usually just say Harry Potter. Honorable mentions go to And I Darken, the Lunar Chronicles, the Six of Crows Duology, Hunted, and Sleeping Giants. The Shatter Me Trilogy could also be on this list when I'm done with it. Favorite scent: Old books. I would, like, willingly get high on the smell of old books, it's bad. Favorite color: Four way tie between red, blue, silver, and black. Favorite animal: Dragons. Dragons make everything better. When I want to make something better I literally put dragons in it. Coffee | tea | hot cocoa: Out of these, hot cocoa is the only thing I can drink. Well, I can have herbal tea, but I'm not a big fan of that. Average hours of sleep: Anywhere from 6-9. Cat or dog person: Dogs, aboso-friggin'-lutely. Favorite fictional characters: . . . Do you really want me to get into this? I guess we're getting into this. We have no choice but to get into this. For the sake of time, I'll just list off some fandom favorite characters, discounting any of my OCs. Ones immediately coming to mind are Zuko, Katara, Azula, Terra from Teen Titans, Xion, Roxas, Axel, Aqua, Lara Croft, Princess Zelda, Jellal Fernandes, Erza Scarlet, Sakura Haruno, Kabuto Yakushi, Joshua Kiryu, Linh Cinder, Rey, Poe Dameron, Kylo Ren/Ben Solo, Darth Vader, Han Solo, Princess Leia, Padme Amidala, Luna Lovegood, Emma Swan, Neal Cassidy/Baelfire, Tommy Merlyn, Leonard Snart, Sara Lance, Thea Queen, Todd Hewitt, Viola Eade, Mayor Prentiss, Lada Dracul, Aaron Warner, Kaz Brekker, Inej Ghafa, Karolina Dean, Heather Chandler, JD, Dmitri, The Mysterious Interviewer in Sleeping Giants, and I think I'm gonna stop there before I get any more carried away. Number of blankets you sleep with: 1 Dream trip: I've been DYING to go to New York City. It's also been a dream of mine to go to Shibuya, Japan, ever since playing The World Ends With You. Blog created: July 2012, though I didn't start actively reblogging things until years later. Only a year or so ago did people start to pay attention to said things I've been reblogging. Number of followers: 72, but we've got pornbots. Discounting those, I think the actual number falls around 67 or so. Random fact: I like swords. Swords also make everything better. Lots of the people I want to tag got tagged already, but there's some people that haven't been tagged, so I'll hunt down the rest of my friends. I tag @how-to-train-your-writer, @ghouliere, @anowlofthenight, @salpphie, @athenalionheart. You don't have to do it if you don't want to, but if you do, hey! You've been tagged.
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