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thebibliomancer · 3 years ago

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Flames of the Dark Crystal liveblog pt 12

Flames of the Dark Crystal by J.M. Lee because what happened to Stonewood??

Last times on book: Naia and co escape from skekSa the Mariner and regroup at the Valley of the Mystics. Although rocked by a revelation of the Skeksis and urRu’s shared origin, they decide to split the party to finish up lighting the fires of resistance. Tavra and Onica head to the Grottan and Stonewood; Naia, Gurjin, Kylan and Amri head to the Spriton and Drenchen. Naia’s team arrives at Sami Thicket but finds Maudra Mera unwilling to stand up to the Skeksis no matter what their atrocities AND that the Stonewood has already fallen to those atrocious Skeksis.

Chapter 12

Sami Thicket prepares for war. Gurjin and Naia argue about it.

Just like when they were told of the death of All-Maudra Mayrin, this hits Naia like a kick in the gut. Kylan asks Maudra Mera for more details.

“The Skeksis knew long before she and her warriors had left,” Maudra Mera replied. “Whether it was the Arathim or some other spies that told them, it doesn’t matter. They ambushed Maudra Fara as she attacked the castle. When the Stonewood retreated, they pursued her. All the way back to Stone-in-the-Wood, which they destroyed as a threat to us all. Since then, the Skeksis have been ranging with their terrible monsters hunting down any survivors... even as far as Sami Thicket!”

A pang drove itself deep into Naia’s gut. “The Skeksis have been here?”

“Indeed,” Maudra Mera snapped with a glare so hard, Naia flinched. “Lord skekSa the Mariner was here herself, looking for you Drenchen rebels.”

“skekSa...”

“Yes. She told me that if I were to see you, I should hold you prisoner for her until she returned! Can you imagine? And with what happened in Stone-in-the-Wood...”

So, the fall of Stone-in-the-Wood happened differently in the books.

Or maybe it didn’t. Maudra Mera seems like she’s going off incomplete information.

But getting all the way to the castle is slightly more impressive than getting ambushed by infinite spiders before even managing to leave home.

Naia is also floored that skekSa survived Vassa turning against her. But then goes ‘wait duh I saw urSan at the Valley, of course skekSa is still alive and still INCREDIBLY pissed at me.’

Gurjin asks if Maudra Mera is going do as skekSa said and Mera says she doesn’t know what will happen if she doesn’t. And then becomes distracted by what a best boy best boy Kylan is.

The Spriton maudra’s gaze softened. She turned and cupped Kylan’s face in her hands. “I’ve been losing my mind with worry, Kylan. I don’t know what to do! But at least if you’re here in Sami Thicket, I can keep you safe --”

Just grab and squish his face. Squish the best boy.

Kylan says that he doesn’t need to be kept safe! And that the Mariner is after him too, insinuating that no here isn’t safe for him anyway. And also also that he and the rest of the team are on a mission from god! Well, Aughra.

Closest without going over.

“Aughra!” Maudra Mera laughed, though it was strained. “Aughra, who turned her only eye away from the Gelfling once the Skeksis appeared? It was the Skeksis who helped us. The Skeksis now who threaten us. The Skeksis we must fear and obey. Unless you have another proven way for us to defeat them.”

I mean... She’s not wrong, she’s just a jerk?

Aughra dropped the ball.

And the protagonists don’t really have a plan.

Naia tries to argue that just banding together is a good first step and would have saved the Stonewood.

“I have seen sixty-four trine of Skeksis rule, Naia,” Mera interrupted. “I have seen more of it than you and more than even your mother. I know what the Emperor is like. I know the path he will take. Now that their eyes have turned on us, the Gelfling, I can see no other way to survive. This is the path that is laid before us. Subservience and survival is our destiny. We cannot deny what is plain before our eyes. We must instead do with it what we can. It is our duty as maudra -- mine and yours -- to ensure the survival of our clans.”

And then she gestures them to gtfo her house.

The upside is that after her display of indecision, she decided not to hold the protagonists captive for the Skeksis.

They can even stay the night if they promise not to wander around in the woods while they’re here and if they leave first thing in the morning.

I guess what you can say about Maudra Mera is that she may have decided that subservience to the Skeksis is the only path to survival but she’s going to resist in her own, small ways. She won’t stick her neck out blatantly but she will look the other way.

Having been told to behave, the protagonists hang around Sami Thicket and discuss everything.

Amri wonders if Maudra Laesid would attack the Spriton but Gurjin doesn’t think she would, unless she were attacked first.

For that reason, Gurjin advises the group to behave and not cause trouble.

He doesn’t address this specifically to Naia buuuuut...

I can’t believe that Gurjin has become book 1 Tavra back before Tavra knew better than to try to tell Naia what to do slash turned into a spider.

Kylan is worried that the tension between the Spriton and Drenchen is inevitably going to lead to problems. Someone will make a wrong move and the other will react and then the two clans will do the Skeksis’ work for them.

Naia declares that they’ll just light the Spriton fire before that can happen.

Except, she’s at a loss for ideas.

Kylan says he could talk to Maudra Mera alone and try to convince her. But he’s not optimistic about it.

Amri suggests showing her the dream-etchings that happened when the other fires were lit might sway her and Naia picks up that idea and suggests they dreamfast and show her.

“It won’t make a difference to her,” Kylan said. “Whether we tell her or show her in dreamfast. Those are the songs of the other clans. Maudra Mera is concerned only with the Spriton.”

“Eel-feathers,” Naia swore. Dreamfasts were only of things that had already happened. A sharing of memories, not hopes. None of them were Far-Dreamers like Onica. Telling the songs of the future in dreamfast was out of their grasp.

And then Naia has an idea! A wonderful, terrific idea.

Because she’s had a bard by her side for basically the whole journey. Maybe she took it for granted but KYLAN, BEST BOY!

Kylan could make up a song about the future and because he’s so good at song-telling, it’d hit people right in the feelings.

“You’ve done it before. The song you told Rian -- Jarra-Jen and the Dew Tree?”

Kylan’s ears flattened. “That was different. I was just trying to make him feel better. This is more important -- the whole fate of the Spriton could be riding on whether I tell the song properly. I don’t think I could do it.”

Naia abandons the idea because she can’t make him art. And if she made him song tell a song he didn’t believe in, nobody else would.

Can’t force art.

Which sets the group back to square one of having no ideas.

Amri notices some Spriton collecting handcarts full of squash rings, steams, and branches. Once he drags the conversation over to what that’s about, Gurjin recognizes that kind of stuff as the kind of stuff they fed Landstrdiers and armaligs at the castle. But here in the Spriton plains, there’s another plant stuff around that Landstriders are usually allowed to forage.

So whats the deeeeeal...?

“Remember how Maudra Mera was very adamant that we don’t wander into the wood?” Amri said, arching a brow. Naia nodded.

“Yes, I do. You remember that, Gurjin?”

“Yeah,” he said. She waited for the twinkle of curiosity to light in his eye. Instead, he said, “And I think maybe we should do as she said. We’re already treading lightly here. If she finds out we’ve gone sneaking around, she’ll probably kick us out sooner, and how will we light the fire with the Spriton then?”

'Remember how we’re supposed to be on best behavior?’

Gurjin really has become Tavra 1.0.

Which means its time for Naia to do what she wants to do anyway.

Although, she is again feeling feels about how they’ve grown apart, remembering how once Gurjin would have been the first to suggest investigating this enigma.

So she tells Gurjin that he doesn’t have to come but that she’s going with or without him. And then walks off without any further discussion.

Amri and Kylan follow her, of course, and with a little frustration so does Gurjin.

The valley glittered with torchlight. Naia hadn’t seen it from the other side as they’d approached Sami Thicket, hidden by the wood and meadow grass. Tall, dark shapes moved in the valley, and the misty night air murmured with the snorting, nasal grunting of the long-legged, wide-eared creatures that flocked below. Naia didn’t need Amri’s night vision to know what she was seeing.

“Landstriders,” she gasped.

Dozens of them, the buckles of their riding gear shining in the dim torchlight. Spriton warriors groomed and dressed them for battle, some of the Gelfling wearing pointed black and shining armor and billowing capes.

LANDSTRIDERS!

The not-quite horses, not-quite elephants of the Gelfling!

Kylan confirms that there are not usually this many at Sami Thicket (hence why they couldn’t just have them forage?) and Gurjin recognizes the black armor as guards from the Castle of the Crystal.

Hm... I don’t quite remember Rian, Gurjin, and Mira wearing black armor and capes when they were guarding the castle. But maybe they don’t wear full armor inside.

So it seems that the Castle sent reinforcements to Sami Thicket to stop the Drenchen.

But Naia has an ominous feel that the reinforcements aren’t just a garrison.

She asks what Amri’s night eyes see and he wryly remarks that he has no idea what to look for! I think this is the first time he’s even seen a Landstrider.

Gurjin uses his Castle Experience to ask Amri if he sees armor on their legs.

He (and Naia) do! Apparently Landstriders meant for blockades are armored with panels of leather strapped to their legs. And probably other armor elsewhere.

An armored Landstrider can’t run or maneuver very well but they’re huge and it protects them from enemies on foot.

Based on the armor, Gurjin figures that Maudra Mera is just going to make a stand if the Drenchen come to Sami Thicket.

But Naia worries that since not all the Landstriders are armored, it means that Maudra Mera is planning to secretly attack the Drenchen while they’re encamped.

Good strategy but bad for Gelfling solidarity.

Especially since the Drenchen don’t believe in shoes and have been marching over unfamiliar terrain and stepping on brambles and rocks.

Gurjin insists though that its more strategic to have a mix of armored and unarmored Landstriders. And he’s not wrong. You have your armored Landstriders, like a phalanx wall. Just a big beefy slab of not going anywhere. And then you have your cavalry, or running Landstriders, for flanking.

So having both doesn’t mean anything, necessarily.

Naia counters hey why are they armored now unless its SKULLDUGGERY?

And Gurjin has an answer for that too. It takes time to armor up a Landstrider and Maudra Mera doesn’t know when if the Drenchen will try anything.

Gurjin asks Kylan for his insight as person who lived with Maudra Mera. Will she ambush the Drenchen or play defensive?

“I don’t know anything about Landstriders and war, but I know Maudra Mera. She is afraid of the Skeksis, most certainly, and if the Drenchen come to Sami Thicket with spears bared, she won’t hesitate to bring the Landstriders against them. But as it is, I have to agree with Gurjin on this one. I don’t think she’s the type to ambush anyone in the middle of the night. Especially if she hasn’t been attacked first.”

Gurjin declares the matter settled and that they should go back to being on best behavior.

Naia petulantly says that he didn’t ask Amri for his opinion.

“No offense, but Amri wasn’t a castle guard around Landstriders or a Spriton who knows his maudra,” Gurjin said.

Naia persists though that Maudra Mera is up to something.

“She’s not planning an attack! It doesn’t make any sense. The Drenchen are far away, and Maudra Mera isn’t going to risk a confrontation. She’s shred, but she doesn’t want to hurt other Gelfling. Why would she strike first when she doesn’t have to? You can’t assume Maudra Mera is going to attack the Drenchen tonight just because it’s what you would do?”

Naia almost missed a step. His words seemed unnecessarily harsh, and they stung.

“That’s not what I would do.”

Oof.

What DOES Gurjin think of Naia now?

Gurjin tells her that the best thing to do is wait until tomorrow. The Landstriders will be right where they were when the suns rise. The Spriton don’t want war any more than the Drenchen do.

The problem is that Gurjin is a bit condescending about it.

“You’re always jumping without looking. It’s going to get you hurt. Please, promise me you won’t do anything brash.”

She stepped back, out from under his hands.

“You’ve changed,” she said.

He let his hands drop. She waited for them to ball into fists, but they didn’t. He pressed his lips together and shouldered past her, heading through the last trees before the wood gave way to the Sami Thicket pavilion.

Oof.

‘You’ve changed’ is almost never a nice thing to say in an argument.

Kylan excuses himself from the awkward moment by saying he’s going to go sort out where they’ll be staying tonight and runs off.

After all this, Amri tries to say something but he trails off and the chapter ends on an awkward, silent walk back to the village.

Whats your deeeeeeeeal, Gurjin??

I know Naia’s deal, I’ve been in her head for two books. What’s your deeeeeeeeeeeeeal???

#dark crystal #the dark crystal #liveblog #Flames of the Dark Crystal #Naia #Amri #Kylan #Gurjin #Maudra Mera #and a bad time is had by all

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youcouldmakealife · 4 years ago

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Stephen/Gabe, Jared; first impressions (pt 1)

For the prompt: Stephen PoV of the new winger?

I am apparently incapable of finishing a SOTM right now; either I’m stuck or I blink and it becomes a multi-parter. This is also like 10% Jared and 90% Stephen and Gabe bickering.

Stephen’s paying attention on trade deadline day. Of course he is; it’s literally his job to. But it’s maybe not his job to dive into stats and replays and game write-ups about Jared Matheson as soon as his trade to Vancouver’s announced, because it takes about two seconds of reading for Stephen to know with some certainty he’s been brought to Vancouver to play on Gabe’s right side.

“You do love me,” Gabe says, when Stephen imparts his extensive research to him that night to try to cheer him up. He knows Sami was one of Gabe’s best friends on the team. Trying to distract himself a little too, because Sami's girlfriend Mila is smart and savagely funny and has a knack for bringing bottles of wine that win the taste tests and Stephen’s going to miss her.

“He sounds like he’ll be a good fit with you and Dmitry,” Stephen says.

“Fuck I hope so,” Gabe says. “I can’t deal with any more line shuffling this year.”

He seems a lot happier after his first practice with the new liney, practically whistling when Stephen comes home, giving off ‘ask me about my day so I can tell you about how good it was’ vibes Stephen can feel before he even gets his coat off.

“Went well, then?” Stephen asks.

“Went really well,” Gabe cheerfully confirms, following Stephen into the kitchen. “I think you’ll like him.”

“If I even get to meet him before he gets injured,” Stephen says.

“Stop talking about the non-existent curse,” Gabe says. “It makes me nervous.”

“Why would it make you nervous if it didn’t exist?” Stephen says.

“Hedging my bets,” Gabe says. “If the hockey gods do exist, we’ve clearly already done something to piss them off, better not make it worse.”

“You don’t believe in god but now you believe in the hockey gods?” Stephen asks.

“Hedging my bets!” Gabe says.

Stephen snorts.

Stephen’s in the middle of an expense report when he gets interrupted by the front door opening, multiple sets of shoes hitting the floor in the front hall. It’s possibly his least favourite part of the job, and something he tends to leave stuff out because it isn’t worth saving a receipt to expense a thirteen dollar meal three weeks later. Him and Gabe are literal millionaires, it is not his priority, but accounting always freaks out at him if he doesn’t, like he isn’t saving them money by leaving things out.

That and an impending four hour drive mean he’s not particularly impressed when he sees two heads peeking out from behind Gabe, one unfortunately very familiar, the other he’s only seen in pictures.

“Hey, you’re home,” Gabe says.

“Have to drive out to Kelowna for the game,” Stephen says. “So did a half-day.”

“Forgot about that,” Gabe says. “Stephen, Jared, my new liney.”

“Enjoying the cursed line?” Stephen asks Jared sweetly.

“So far no curse?” Jared says.

“Don’t talk about the curse,” Dmitry says, voice hushed, like they’ll wake it up if he talks about it any louder. “It makes it more powerful.”

Stephen thinks he knows where Gabe got his hedging his bets from. He rolls his eyes. “On that note, enjoy your curse,” he says, closing the laptop and standing up. “Nice to meet you, Jared.”

There are dishes in the sink, dishes that should not be in the sink, and Stephen puts down his laptop down on the counter with a little too much force before he transfers them to the dishwasher, yells at Gabe about the mess.

“Those are literally yours, Stephen,” Gabe yells back. “I loaded the dishwasher after dinner and I got breakfast on the way to practice.”

There’s ketchup on the edge of one of them, and Gabe hates ketchup with a strange amount of passion with the one specific exception of in his KD, so Gabe might be right. Stephen angrily rinses off the ketchup evidence.

Stephen’s always annoyed when people come into his space without an invitation, and Gabe’s mournful expression when he follows him into the kitchen reflects that he is well aware he’s in trouble.

“I forgot,” Gabe says.

“To do the dishes,” Stephen says.

“You know those are yours,” Gabe says. “Sorry I forgot.”

Stephen is committed to pretending they’re Gabe’s dishes now.

Gabe leans over him to grab plates from the cupboard — Stephen has been trying to get him to give up and just eat takeout from the box it’s in as man intended for a literal decade, but it’s a losing effort — presses a kiss to Stephen’s shoulder.

“Sorry,” he repeats.

“It’s fine,” Stephen says. “Don’t leave those plates in the sink when you’re done.”

“I won’t,” Gabe says, and sneaks one more kiss to the side of Stephen’s head before he retreats to the dining room and Stephen retreats to work in the office. Well, the room that has a desk that Gabe probably uses more than Stephen does, but it’s still ostensibly his office.

He sorts through receipts, wonders if expensing a two dollar double-double is petty enough to get accounting off his back about expensing everything. He decides to do it, and thankfully by the time he’s done Gabe’s the only cursed hockey player in his house.

#fic snippet #SOTM #stephen petersen #gabe markson #dmitry kurmazov #jared matheson

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wweassets · 4 years ago

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Don't have twitter, so I'm feeling kinda inspired by that anon about Kevin tweeting that he'd do anything for Finn and then your response to them was Kevin being a sub top/bottom and so I had two headcanons come to mind that I can potentially write out like:

Finn/Kevin: Finn wants to see if Kevin really means what he says so he heads over to Kevin's house (pre-pandemic style), and ofc Kevin's happy to see him and asks what brought Finn over and Finn tells him, "I'm here to cash in your offer," and Kevin just laughs it off at first and even tells him, "I'll go along with it, Finn," giving him a big wink so Finn eases him into it, plopping down onto Kevin's big comfy couch and telling Kevin to get him a glass of water, and to take off Finn's shoes, simple hospitable things that Kevin does with ease and quickness, constantly looking at Finn for his next steps, and Finn definitely likes someone who takes his order fast and efficiently. So Finn can't help but push Kevin a little and tells him to kiss him. Kevin happily leans in and gives Finn's cheek a kiss, and tries to lean back but Finn places a hand on Kevin's chest and uses it to tug Kevin closer so that Kevin could stare him in the eyes. "I'm talking about a real kiss, Kevin," Finn tells him seriously, faking a calm composure but on the inside he was wracked with anxiety at how unsure Kevin clearly was. This was honestly the first Finn's real test... if Kevin let him get away with this, Finn knew he could get away with everything. His patience pays off, though, and Kevin blows out a breath and says in a low voice, "Okay, sure," before leaning and slowly sliding his mouth over Finn's, and then they're kissing, hot and slow, Kevin being so damn gentle with him, and when they're both well acquainted with each other, Finn pulls back and grins at Kevin, who shyly shoots a small smile back at him, cheeks reddening. Finn couldn't wait to see how red Kevin would get from the other activities he had planned, he knew he had just earned himself a new sub.

Here have some jealous, angry Sami content:

Sami knows they're on rocky territory but he's pissed the fuck off because Kevin was out here tweeting like he didn't claim Sami already.

Sami's the one going to Wrestlemania with Kevin, not Finn. Sami's the one who pitched to creative about their feud. Sami's the one who let's Kevin rough him up on national television. And most importantly, Sami's the one who Kevin goes to when he's horny, pulling Sami to his dressing room after shows, giving Sami more bruises there than out in the Thunderdome. Not Finn Fucking Balor, so of course Sami has to check in with Kevin and see if he's fucking Finn because this, this tweet, might be the straw that broke the camel's back.

Kevin hears a loud pounding at his door, and it honestly scares the fuck out of him so Kevin rushes to the door.

"Who?" Kevin asks, trying to peer through the peephole, but there's some sort of green camo fabric blocking him from actually seeing who it is.

"It's me, Sami," Sami calls out, rushing to take off his fingerless gloves because what he's about to do is very hands-on and so the gloves had to go.

Kevin opens the door, "Hey, Sami! What brings you-" Sami crashes into him, pushing Kevin up against the wall, the door slamming closed behind them.

"What did Finn ever do for you, huh?" Sami gets all in his face, spitting out Finn's name like a curse, and Kevin swallows hard and opens his mouth but Sami just slaps one of his hands over Kevin's mouth. Kevin makes a noise of complaint against Sami's hand, but Sami isn't budging.

"No! Last time, you got to do all the talking, now it's my turn!" Sami rants and well, he does have a point, so Kevin quiets down and lets his mouth go slack and Sami says, "Now that's better," but still eyes him cautiously.

With his other free hand, Sami pulls out his phone, "At 9:43PM, you responded to Finn's tweet in which he says that he hopes that you beat me up, with the words, "For you? Anything!" Sami looks up from his phone and repeats, "You'd anything for Finn? Really? I'm the one you should be tweeting about!" Sami puts his phone away, shaking his head.

"I'm not sure why you're giving Finn all this attention, when I'm the one who can do this," Sami uses his other hand to tug Kevin forward away from the wall, and Sami quickly moves behind Kevin, his hand still covering Kevin's mouth, "to you," he finished, lips against Kevin's ear, and the other man shivers in his hold. Sami smiles because why wouldn't he? Kevin should shiver at Sami's touch.

Sami takes his free hand and sticks it up Kevin's shirt, and he starts to slowly massage his way around Kevin's belly, trailing his hand up Kevin's chest until he reaches Kevin's tits, groping and massaging them until he feels Kevin's nipples harden. Sami does this until he can see that Kevin is hard, taking the same hand and sliding it underneath Kevin's shorts and wraps his hand arguing Kevin's dick, pulling him out of his shorts.

He removes his hand from Kevin's mouth and tells him to spit in Sami's other hand. The moment Kevin complies, Sami's hand is right back to covering Kevin's mouth as the other starts to stroke his dick.

"Go ahead and look down, Kevin. Do you see who's hand is wrapped around your dick? Because it's not Finn's hand down there; it's mine." And then Sami stops stroking. " So this dick," Sami circles his thumb around the head of Kevin's dick making Kevin's hips buck, "is mine, right?" and Kevin nods against Sami's hand, which is exactly the reaction Sami wants. Sami giggles in his ear, and goes back to pumping.

When Kevin finally cums all over Sami's hand:

"Now take a look at the mess you've just made. Look at who just made you cum, Kevin- it was me, Sami Zayn, not fucking Finn," Sami growls into his ear, gripping Kevin's softening dick in his hand. "So if you're looking for someone to be decided to, be devoted to me, your best friend, Sami Zayn."

MA’AM YOU ARE KILLING ME WITH THESE MINI FICS OMFGGGGG i love these :/ i want the tapes now

#fic #ask

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imamotherfuckingstar-lord · 5 years ago

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A Visiting Future, pt. 3

Steve Rogers x Reader

A/N: A commissioned series for @girl-next-door-writes . There will be FOUR PARTS, all written.

Summary: Someone from the future comes to visit Steve and you, and they have a message.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

“You got married at Stark’s cabin upstate, just close friends and family; I came a few years later.”

Steve tried to smile but everything Joel was saying sounded so absurd. The two had a proper introduction when everyone got to the Tower, once you left to find Bruce. After the DNA testing, Steve had taken Joel to the kitchen, where they made sandwiches and talked.

“How did you get here?”

Joel took a bite of his sandwich and shrugged. “Lang pretty much perfected time travel.”

“Scott?”

“No,” Joel laughed. “Cassie, she’s part of the team now. Took some convincing, but she finally joined us.”

Steve asked what team he was referring to and Joel grinned. “The Avengers.”

Before he could ask another question, you walked into the kitchen; you looked a little apprehensive, so he got up and walked over to you. Steve touched your shoulder and asked if everything was okay.

“He’s our son,” you said abruptly, pushing past him. Joel was staring at you from his seat at the table and stood up when you reached him – he had Steve’s blue eyes, but it was your expressions he wore. You saw it now, that he looked a lot like you and suddenly, it wasn’t so bad. He stood taller than you and when you reached up to touch the side of his face, tears fell from his eyes.

“Thank god you look more like me than your dad, he sure got hit by the ugly stick.”

Steve laughed in the background and Joel embraced you, like he did before but this time you held him back. You stood there together for what seemed like a lifetime, feeling the bond of mother and son, even if the two of you were virtually strangers. Steve watched as Joel held you, resting his chin on your shoulder and noticed the odd look on his face – it was an expression he had seen in the mirror before, when he thought he lost Bucky during the war, it was an expression of heartache.

…

Steve’s room was quiet as he laid on the bed, hands under his head. It was after midnight and Joel had taken up one of the extra rooms down the hall. The three of you had spent the entire night getting to know each other and even oddly, sharing a round of beers – not before Steve asked Joel his age.

“You know you gave me my first drink of beer at 12.”

“Steve Rogers,” you yelled, laughing at the notion that Steve would do such a thing. “And here I thought you were a hard ass for rules.”

“He lightened up once he became a parent,” Joel explained – the three of you shared a laugh and that’s how the night went. Laughs and little anecdotes, and everyone avoiding the real question – why had Joel come to visit? He was hiding something, and Steve could sense it, but even he was afraid to ask; some things might be better left unsaid. Then there was the fact that he and you were married in the future, had a family and life together – he had never once thought to blink twice in your direction, not that he didn’t find you attractive but you were his friend. He had confided in you in many ways and it never crossed his mind to cross that line.

It was a lot to think about.

Steve laid still, hoping to fall asleep, but a quiet knock on his door had him sitting up. He called out to whoever was there, when the door opened, you walked in. You closed the door behind you, and he got up from the bed, asking if something was wrong.

“Is Joel okay?”

“He’s fine, he’s asleep, I needed to see you.”

He crossed his arms against his chest, very aware that he was just in boxers and a sleeveless undershirt. You didn’t seem to notice or at least pretended you hadn’t. “What’s going on?”

Steve approached you, keeping a little distance as you studied his face, noticing for the first time that you could easily fall for him – you knew Steve, more than some. Knew what pissed him off and what could make him smile, knew how strong of a leader he was but also could read his face like the back of your hand. There was also the fact that he was attractive, but that never mattered to you – it was always about the heart and Steve had the biggest one.

“Kiss me.”

“What?’

Steve’s look of confusion made you smile, shrugging lightly, you touched the side of his face. “We have a son, Steve, a son! That means somewhere down the line we get together; I just can't stop thinking about it.”

‘I can’t either,” he admitted. The two of you awkwardly drew closer to each other, holding back chuckles as you wrapped both arms around his neck, feeling his hands on your waist. His touch was warm, and it felt strange at first because your friend was touching you in such an intimate way and when you kissed him, both of you laughed.

“I feel like I’m back in grade school.”

“Same,” Steve grinned and removed his hands from your body. “We should get some sleep, want me to walk you back to your room?’

“No, I don’t want to be alone, can I stay with you?”

He realized then that you seemed to be suffering from all the over thinking too, so he said yes. You got into his bed, the left side and relaxed under the blanket. Steve stood there for a moment, watching as you yawned and snuggled against his pillow. Smiling to himself, he got back into bed, the right side, and faced you. His eyes glanced over you face, the softness in your cheeks as your eyes closed to rest, and he realized he could get used to it – having you next to him in bed.

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Can’t Go Home - The Many Adventures of Sammi & Race

First things first, I don’t own anything related to Disney or Newsies. Second of all, this is a continuation of my “Extra Extra Read All About It” story. You don’t necessarily need to read it to understand this one but it might fill in some blanks.

There’s mentions of cursing, drinking and slapping/punching in this section. This isn’t where I intended to go with this update . . . it just sorta happened!

For reference: Sami - 17; Ellie - 15; Tommy - 13; Benny - 12; Lizzie - 11; Maisie - 10; and Lucas - 8

November 18, 1918 1:30pm

It was a rare day that he didn’t have anything to do. The kids were all in school and Spot was at work. After dropping the kids off at school that morning, he decided to walk; no real place to go or people to see, just the sidewalk at his feet and a city to discover.

As he walked, his thoughts wandered. He and Spot had just celebrated 13 years of marriage. The kids were all growing like weeds - it was fun to sit back and watch them grow. Ellie and Maisie were both into dancing while Benny was into football; he lived and breathed the sport which turned Spot into a football papa. They did relatively well in school and seemed to enjoy the social part of the day. They had learned about Spot and Race’s past as Newsies and had often negotiated old Newsies stories as bedtime stories.

After having lunch out, he made his way back to the brownstone to enjoy the silence before the kids came home from school. Walking across the street, Race paused seeing someone sit on the steps of their brownstone. Looking around the street, nothing was out of the ordinary but that figure shouldn’t have been there. Even after being off the streets for so long, his heightened awareness never really left him.

“What’s yous doing here?” Race leaned against the brownstone, looking suspiciously at his niece. “Yous supposed to be in school, if Is recall correctly, since yous cousin is there too.”

Sighing loudly, she lifted her head, eyes red from crying and gave her uncle a look. “I couldn’t go home.”

Sighing, Race nodded, walking up the steps, he motioned her to follow him. She walked into the house, dropping her bookbag in its normal place before going to sit on the couch. Shutting the door behind him, he took a deep breath and counted to ten before joining her on the couch.

“First things first, are yous okay?” He asked, looking her over. Besides the bruise on her cheek, she looked okay. Her hair was pulled from the neat ponytail she usually wore it in, her clothes a bit roughed out, and her shoe scuffed. “Sammi?”

He barely caught the small nod she gave him, tears threatening to fall once more. “Do yous wanna talk about it?”

“I’m sure mama’s already gotten a call about it.” She whispered, tears streaming down her face as Race pulled her into his arms.

Race agreed, knowing that their phone would probably ring at any moment. “What do yous want me to do?”

“Can you make me a cup of hot chocolate?” She whispered, as Race dropped a kiss on her forehead before pushing himself off the couch.

He stopped in their room, grabbing a pair of sweatpants and an oversized shirt. “How about yous go get cleaned up and Is make you that hot chocolate?”

Walking into the kitchen, he pulled the ingredients out for his somewhat famous hot chocolate. It had quickly become a staple at the Kelly/Higgins-Conlon family get-togethers. As he stirred the chocolate and the milk together, he knew he should let Kat know Sammi was there. Hearing the bathroom door shut, he quickly picked up the telephone receiver, requesting to be connected to the Kelly Household. After a few rings and no answer, he put the receiver down, knowing that the brownstone would be one of the first places Jack and Kat would look when their daughter didn’t return from school that afternoon.

Pouring the rich mixture into two mugs, he picked them up, walking into the living room as the bathroom door opened. He bit his lip at the sight in front of him; both the pants and the shirt were way too big for the 17 year old but she looked comfy and more relaxed than when he found her. “Hot Chocolate’s getting cold.”

She dropped her folded school uniform on top of her school bag before joining him on the couch. Accepting the mug, she wrapped her hands around it in comfort, blowing on it slowly, sighing in relief at the sweet scent. “Thank you.”

The words came out so quietly that he almost didn’t hear them. “Yous welcome. Now, do you want to talk?”

“I’d rather only say this once . . .” She looked up from the mug, giving him a small hint of a smile. “But I’m sure I’ll need to repeat it multiple times.”

Race put his mug on the table before holding out a hand to her. It was something they had started when the kids were younger and had something hard to tell one of the adults. They would let the kid squeeze their hands as they told their story; something to occupy them with.

She slipped her hand into his before sighing. “I hit a boy at school today.”

“Okay.” He wasn’t expecting that to come out of her mouth. “Does it have something to do with the bruise on yous cheek?”

She nodded, squeezing his hand. “Yes. There’s a boy who’s been less than gentlemanly to me for the last few weeks. I didn’t think much of it, opting to hang out with Bella and a couple of my other friends.”

He squeezed her hand back gently, letting her know he was there for her. “He had been saying things; it started off innocently enough - him wanting to go out on a date with me but soon turned creepy, but just saying them. He would tell me that he wanted to take me out, which is flattering, but then it became more stalkerish and weird. He said something about how we should run away in the night. I kept laughing it off or dismissing whatever he was saying. Until yesterday.”

Tears clouded her eyes. She leaned forward, putting her mug on the table, wrapping her arms around her uncle. “He grabbed my wrist and twisted it. Of course he hasn’t been doing any of the talking or creepiness when any of the teachers are around.”

Race’s breath wavered as his arms tightened around Sammi’s shoulders. He looked at her left wrist where a very colorful bruise was present. “Can you keep going or do yous want to stop?”

“I wore a long sleeve dress today, hoping it would fend off any questions about my wrist. He noticed and when the teacher stepped out to get something from the office, he was at my desk. He ran his fingers down my cheek and was mumbling something. I grabbed his wrist and pushed him away but he came back and slapped me. I was stunned but before I knew it I pushed him away before punching him, grabbed my stuff and walked out of the classroom.” She laughed a little. “Thanks for teaching me how to punch.”

Race sighed, placing a kissing on her forehead. “Yous welcome. Not sure this is what Spot and Is had in mind when we taught yous girls how to punch. Why didn’t yous tell us?”

“Why would I?” She huffed, shaking her head, tears falling from her eyes. “No one would’ve believed me if I said that this boy was being less than gentlemanly.”

Race leaned over and tilted Sammi’s chin so she looked up at him. He paused, looking Sammi directly in the eyes. “I would’ve believed you; Spot, your mom, and dad all would’ve believed you. Your family would believe what you were saying, especially with that wrist and bruise on your cheek.”

The dam broke with those words, Sammi’s sobbed, burying her head into Race’s chest as he held her close. Biting his lip, he had to hold his anger in as he listened to his niece’s heartbreaking sobs. He wanted to punch something, get his anger out but this was neither the time nor the place for that.

He held her until her body went slack. Looking down, he saw that she had fallen asleep. Maneuvering her so that she was laying down on the couch, he threw a blanket over her before walking into the kitchen. He wished it was later in the night so he could have a stiff drink but he had to be level-headed, especially when Jack Kelly found out about this.

Picking up the telephone receiver, he asked to be connected to The World. From there, he asked for Katherine Kelly and was connected to her desk. “Katherine Kelly?”

“It’s me.” Race sighed loudly. “I wanted to let yous know that Sammi’s here but you and Jack need to get over here. She’s fine at the moment but yous guys really should get here.”

“Racetrack.” So many questions she wanted to ask but her voice wavered. “What’s wrong?”

He shook his head. “She needs to tell yous this. She’s asleep right now but I think you and Jack need to get here. I’ll call the school and have them tell the kids to come here instead of your house.”

After reassuring her Sammi was fine, he hung up the phone before calling the schools, getting a message to the kids to come to the Higgins-Conlon household. The final call he made was to Spot. “Well this is a pleasant surprise; usually Is don’t hear from you during the day. What’s wrong? Is it the kids?”

“The kids are fine. It’s Sammi. Any chance yous can come home early tonight?” Race felt like he had aged several years in the last hour.

Spot knew that Race wouldn’t ask that if it wasn’t important. “Sure. Let me finish this one thing and Is be home. Do yous need me to get the kids?”

“Is called the school letting them all know to come here and not the Kelly Household.” Race said. They quickly said their goodbyes before hanging up the phone.

Walking into the living room, he sat in their decorated chair, watching Sammi sleep. He was pissed off that a little jerk touched Sammi. He had the audacity to lay a hand on her. This little punk was going to pay; whether that was by his hand, Jack’s hand or Spot’s hand, he was going to pay. He held his breath, watching Sammi shift on the couch but relaxed as she remained asleep.

He was soon lost in his thoughts. It seemed like yesterday he had held the girl laying on the couch for the first time. He had watched her grow, becoming more independent and confident as she made her way through school and becoming a pretty great older sister to her own siblings as well as his children. She was respectful but firm in her intentions of following in her mom’s footsteps in becoming a journalist, one her father found hilarious.

Race was knocked from his thoughts as Sammi sat straight up on the couch, sobbing hysterically. He leapt from the chair before going to sit beside her on the couch, pulling her into his arm as one hand ran up and down her back in comfort. “You’re okay, Sammi. You’re safe.”

Her chest heaved as she tried to control her crying. She sobbed against Race’s chest as he started humming and running his hand up and down her back. The opening of the front door didn’t deter his attention from the girl in his arms. “Shhhh . . . Sammi, yous got to calm down. It’s okay, you’re safe, baby girl. Yous safe.”

Jack and Kat made their presence noticed by walking quietly into the room. Kat’s eyes were wide as Jack held her hand tightly as they took in the scene of Sammi in Race’s arms, hysterically crying. Sitting on the opposite couch, they watched quietly. Race caught Kat’s eye and smiled sympathetically. “Hey, Sammi. Yous parents are here.”

She nodded in acknowledgement, the sobbing calming down some as she regained her breath. “Shhh don’t talk . . . just focus on calmin’ down. Yous doing good, Sammi.”

The room was quiet, except for the occasional hiccup or sniffle from Sammi. She lifted her head up, trying to give her parents a small smile as she wiped her face with the t-shirt. Sighing, she pushed her hair back and pushed off Race’s chest. “Thank you, Uncle Race.” “You’re welcome. How about you go wash your face?” He suggested, giving her a look.

Sammi hesitated, biting her lip. “Will you tell them?”

“If yous want me to.” He suggested, not knowing if she could retell the story again.

She held out her hand as he slipped his into hers and squeezed it. “Please?”

Nodding, he watched her stand, getting her balance, before walking into the bathroom and shutting the door. Hearing the door click, he sighed, running his hand through his hair before looking at his brother and sister-in-law. “Hi.”

“What was that?” Jack asked, cutting to the chase of why his oldest daughter was crying hysterically a few moments ago.

Race rubbed his hands on his jeans as he watched the two of them. “I think that was a reaction to a nightmare.”

“What happened, Race?” Kat asked, lacing her hands with Jack’s. “You were pretty vague on the phone.”

The opening of the door caught all of their attention. Spot was slipping through the door before kicking his shoes off. “What’s wrong?”

“Is just telling Jack and Kat. Come sit.” Race said patting the couch. He waited until Spot was seated before starting. “I had the day off and got home about 1:30pm. Sammi was sitting on the front steps, eyes red from crying and said something about not being able to go home. I brought her in and she explained it all to me.”

Giving Spot and Jack a look, he paused. “This isn’t going to be easy to tell you but you need to be calm for that girl in the bathroom. She’s fragile right now, alright?”

Spot and Jack looked at one another before looking at Race. “That doesn’t sound good.”

“You’re gonna be pissed as hell . . . hell I’m pissed but being that upset isn’t going to be beneficial for Sammi.” Race sighed, shaking his head. “I need you to be as calm as you can be before I tell you this.”

Jack and Spot both agreed before motioning Race to continue. “Alright. There’s a boy at school that has been less than gentlemanly to her - she said that it started off by him telling her stuff and telling her he wants to take her out. She said that it was all talk before it got a bit creepy. She’s been ignoring him and laughing it off. Yesterday, it got physical - he grabbed her left wrist and twisted around. She hid it because she didn’t think anyone would believe her.” He paused, watching Jack and Spot start pacing the living room, trying to reign in their anger. Race ignored them for a moment, opting to look at Kat only. “Today, he slapped her and she punched him, leaving the classroom and school before coming here.”

Kat covered her mouth, tears in her eyes as she took in Sammi’s story. Pushing herself off the couch, she walked to the bathroom where Sammi was. Knocking gently, she turned the handle, pushing open the door as Sammi flew into her arms, crying. “I’m so sorry, mama.”

“Shhhhhh . . . . you have nothing to apologize for, Sammi. Race just told us that you fought back.” Running her hand through her hair, Kat pushed her own anger away as she consoled her daughter. “I’m so proud of you Samantha Anne.”

Pulling back, Kat took that moment to really look at her daughter. She noticed the two bruises and ran her fingers over both of them gently. “I’m sorry that you were afraid of speaking up because no one would believe you.”

Sammi shrugged, biting her lip. “Sammi, you’ve got three fully pissed off angry men ready to fight your battle for you in that living room. This isn’t going away and you’re going to be fine. I’m so sorry this happened to you baby girl.”

“Can we go back to the living room?” She asked, wiping away the tears that had streaked down her cheeks, taking a deep breath.

“Wash your face, first then we’ll go back out.” Kat said, giving her a daughter a kiss on the forehead, leaning against the door with a sigh.

Meanwhile In the Living Room

Watching Kat leave the room, Race looked over his shoulder at Jack and Spot, who both were pissed off, pacing the room angrily. Both of them had similar anger mechanisms, pacing and cursing under their breaths. Sighing, he leaned back on the couch. His heart broke again for the second time as he thought about Sammi, her sobs echoing in his head.

“What do we do?” He was brought out of his thoughts by Spot’s question.

Jack looked between his brother and brother-in-law with a mixture of anger and worry across his face. Race looked at the two men he admired and loved more than anything else in the world. “I have been asking myself that question for the last hour. I have no more answers than you do.”

“How? Why?” Jack’s brain was in overdrive as he tried to process everything that he had heard in the last 20 minutes. “Why Sammi?”

Race stood, putting his hand on Jack’s arm. “You’ll drive yourself crazy the more you question it. It happened, wes got a girl that we need to help move on from this. Sammi’s a hella lot stronger than wes give her credit for. She fought back, Jackie. She punched him.”

“But she should’ve never had to.” Jack cried, looking at Race. “She’s just a girl.”

And with that, Jack collapsed into Race’s arms, tears streaming down his face, his resolve breaking. Race fell onto the couch with Jack on top of him, crying, as Spot sat next to him. Race ran a hand through Jack’s hair as he calmed himself down. The three men were quiet, each lost in their own thoughts.

“For the first time in a long time, I don’t know what to do.” Jack sighed, clearing his throat and rubbing at his cheeks. “What do we do next?”

“We love her.” Spot whispered. “We let her know that we’re here for her and will do anything to make sure she’s safe.”

Race and Jack both nodded, taking in Spot’s words. “Do we tell the kids?”

“Theys gonna know something’s up.” Spot said, considering Race’s question. “Sammi has to be the one to decide what and how much wes tell them.”

Hearing the bathroom door open, they all looked up as Kat led Sammi back into the living room. All three stood, waiting for Sammi to make the first move as not to spook her. Rushing into Jack’s arms, she hugged him tight as his arms wrapped around her. They could hear her cries, as he gently whispered in her hair. Race walked over to Kat, pulling her into a hug. “Thank you.”

“Yous welcome, Kat. I just loved her and was here for her.” Race murmured. “She's the one who deserves all the credit. She gets her strength from you and Jack.”

Pulling back, Kat watched her daughter hug Spot as he spoke gently with her. Jack soon joined them, pulling Race into a hug. “Thank you Race.”

“Yous would've done the same with any of my kids.” Race shrugged. “Now wes gotta figure out what to do.”

Jack pulled Kat into a hug as Sammi hugged Race, a hint of a smile on her face. “I know you’ve heard it but thank you. Thank you for talking with me and comforting me.”

“Yous and me are thick as thieves, I hope that never changes.” He grinned at her. “Nows come sit, wes need to figure out what we’re going to do.”

Sammi went and sat between her parents on the couch as Race and Spot took the other couch. “So what do we do?”

Sammi looked between her parents and her uncles, lacing her fingers with her mom’s. “We need to get a meeting with your school, tell them what’s been happening. Then you need to decide if you want to go back to school or go to a different school.”

She nodded, taking in her mom’s words. “I guess it all depends on what the school is going to do.”

Kat hugged her close. “We’ll go to the school tomorrow. You can come with us or stay at home.”

“Or you could come here.” Race offered, knowing he wasn’t working until later in the afternoon.

Sammi smiled. “Here. Don’t really want to be alone.”

Kat nodded. “Now, it’s 3:30, your siblings and cousins will be here shortly. What do you want to tell them?”

Sighing, Sammi shook her head. “Can we not tell them anything?”

“They’re going to know something is wrong, Sam.” Jack said, giving his daughter a look. “We have to tell them something.”

Taking a deep breath, she looked between her uncles and parents. “Can we just tell them I had a bad day at school?”

“And the bruise?” Spot asked, looking over at her left wrist. “What do we tell them about that?”

Cradling her wrist, Sammi looked at it, biting her lip. “I don’t know . . .”

“We’ll tell them you fell.” Race said, looking at his family. “Simple as that.”

Sammi nodded. “Thank you. You’re the best uncles and parents a girl could ask for. Just thank you for believing me.”

“We’ll always believe you, Sammi.” Jack squeezed her hand. “You just have to tell us, any of us. We love you, baby girl, and we’ll always be here for you. We’ve taught you kids that from the beginning and it would be crappy of us, if we turned our backs on you now.”

Sighing, she nodded. “Can we go home? I just want to go to bed.”

“How about you and I go home and dad can wait here for your brothers and sister?” Kat suggested as Sammi nodded.

Hugs were quickly exchanged, Race and Sammi’s hug a little longer than the rest. Race watched them walk out the door, sighing loudly. The house was quiet for all of 10 minutes when the door was thrown open with an excited roar.

There were many voices, trying to talk over one another as they noticed that Jack, Spot, and Race were all waiting for them in the living room. Luckily, everyone but Ellie didn’t notice the tension in the room.

“Homework kids?” Race asked, clapping his hands together. Groans were his answer as he ushered them to the table. Spot was busy cutting up apples and smearing them with peanut butter as a snack. Once the kids were settled, Spot keeping a watchful eye, Race joined Jack in the living room. He saw Ellie sitting on the couch, biting her lip.

“What’s wrong, bug?” Race asked, sitting next to her, pulling her to his side.

Looking between her da and uncle, she sighed. “There’s rumors going around school that Sammi punched George. I waited for her after school but she never showed.”

Jack looked at Race, nodding. “She did. She came here around 1:30. Kat took her back home a little bit ago. She’s shook up but she’s okay.”

“What’s going to happen?” If Race wasn’t being interrogated by his 15 year old daughter, he probably would have been laughing.

Jack looked up. “Kat and Is gonna go to the school tomorrow to talk to the principal and sees what’ll happen. But she’s safe now and really upset by what’s happened.”

Ellie nodded. “Okay.”

“Did you know, Ellie?” Jack asked, looking at his niece, who’s eyes went wide. “Did you know what George was doing?”

She shrugged. “Sammi mentioned that a guy was being dumb and talking to her, asking her out. But she said that it wasn’t a big deal. She mostly laughed about it whenever she told me. I didn’t know it was this bad.”

“None of us did, bug.” Race sighed. “But something’s going to be done about it. The important thing is Sammi’s alright and safe. Go get started on your homework, okay?”

She nodded, walking into the kitchen to join her siblings and cousins, leaving the two men with their thoughts. “How are you feeling?”

“Just remembering when the biggest thing we had to worry about was scraped knees and if the kids did their homework.” Jack sighed, shaking his head. “I’m both angry for her and proud of her. She’s a hella kid.”

Race chuckled. “Of course she is, she’s YOUR kid, Jack. Sammi is all you when we were at the strike. She’s the clone of her father, and that should make YOU hella proud because you did your job.”

“She’s all her mother.” Jack argued.

Race shrugged, agreeing with that. “True but she’s your kid too and that tenacity and determination is all you, Jack.”

“Someone swallowed a dictionary.” Jack cracked a small smile, giving his brother a look.

He chuckled. “Nah, it was one of Benny’s vocabulary words a few weeks back. It sounded like a cool word so Is kept it in my back pocket.”

Jack shook his head. “I should probably grab my crew and head home. Kat’s going to want to have everyone close tonight.”

Race nodded, pushing himself off the couch. “Let us know if there’s anything we can do.” “You’ve already done enough. I really don’t know how to thank you.” Jack weakly told him, giving him a look. “But we will.”

Pulling Race into a hug, Jack slapped his back a couple of times in appreciation. Gathering his crew, Jack made haste and got the three kids shuffled out the door. His head was otherwise occupied as he walked home. Kat, thank goodness, had dinner ready and awaiting on the table as they stepped in the door. “Sammi in her room?”

Kat nodded, taking a bowl out of the oven, walking over to the table. “She changed into pajamas as soon as we got home and she’s been in there reading. I brought her a plate and she was eating as you came in the door.”

They managed to settle down the kids, getting them to eat and talk about their days. No one mentioned Sammi, as Spot had told them she had a horrible day at school and she would be in bed by the time they got home.

The kids didn’t put up much of a fuss when Kat announced it was bedtime. Baths were taken and hair comb before stories were ready and kids ushered to bed. Jack knocked quietly on Sammi’s door, pushing it open gently. “Just wanted to check on you kiddo.”

“I’m alright dad.” She sighed, bookmarking her page. “Today was just awful.”

Leaning against the door, Jack nodded. “But it’s over and in the past. You can start to move on from it.”

“Hey dad?” Sammi called, giving him a look. “Would it be okay if I come to the school with yous and mom tomorrow?”

Jack was slightly stunned by her question but mostly proud. “Yous sure about that?”

“I can’t let George get the best of me.” She nodded. “I’m sure Ellie talked to you about it . . . I wouldn’t be shocked if the entire school didn’t know what went down. I have to go back there and walk in with my head held high.”

Jack pushed off the door, walking to sit on the corner of her bed. “Ellie did mention that the school knows and of course you can come with us. I’m so damn proud of you Samantha Anne. Yous make your mom and me so proud of you.”

“Thanks dad.” She leaned into him as he gave her a half hug. “I love you and thank you for today. I know that couldn’t have been easy to hear but you held it in.”

“I cried like a baby when you and yous mom was in the bathroom.” He scoffed, leaning over and kissing her forehead. “But I love yous, Sammi and there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you, your mom, or your brothers and sister.”

“You don’t have to be a tough guy, dad.” She grinned at him, putting her book on the bedside table.

He laughed. “I’ve got a reputation to uphold, Sammi.”

“That went out the window a long time ago, dad.” She rolled her eyes, leaning over and kissing his cheek. “Please don’t worry . . . I’ll be alright.”

He pulled the covers over her, leaning over and kissing her forehead. “I know you will be but mom, your siblings, and I are here if you need us. Your uncles and cousins as well.”

“I know. Thanks.” She snuggled down into her cover, a yawn escaping her mouth as her eyes fluttered.

“Try to get some sleep tonight, kiddo. I love you.” Jack walked to the door, shutting off the lights. “Night Sammi.”

“Night dad.” Shutting the door behind him, he made his way to each of the kids’ rooms, saying goodnight to them before walking into his and Kat’s room. She was taking her hair out of the up-do she had. He quickly grabbed his night clothes, changing before collapsing onto the bed with a sigh.

“How’s our girl?” Kat asked, climbing into bed with a sigh.

Opening his arms, Kat took the opportunity to snuggle into his chest. “She’s a hella lot stronger than she has every right to be. She was reassuring me that she’s okay. Also, she wants to go tomorrow.”

“She does?” Kat’s voice was full of surprise.

Jack nodded. “She said she has to walk into that school with her head held high. She knows that the entire school knows about what happened today and she has to prove that it hasn’t shaken her.”

“Damn.” Kat shook her head. “I’m not sure I would’ve been that brave at her age.”

Jack chuckled. “Is was but only because I had to be.”

“I know that Sammi usually gets compared to me but today, she was all you, Jack.” Kat lifted her head, looking up at him. He could only nod as his throat tightened with emotion. He placed a kiss on her head, as she laced their fingers together. “I love you, Jack.”

“Love you too, Kat.” He whispered. “Lets try to get some sleep. Tomorrow’s going to be a long day.”

The Next Morning

To say the morning was anything but smooth, would be an understatement. Tensions were high in the house but as soon as they left the house to head to the school, that tension was lifted and determination settled in. Jack and Kat held hands as Sammi walked beside them into the school. Making their way to the office, Jack asked to speak to the principal.

Mr Johnson made his way out of the office, his eyes widening when he saw who was standing in the middle of the office. He knew exactly who Mr. and Mrs Kelly were and their prominence in the city. And it didn’t escape him that they were the daughter and son-in-law of a Mr. Joseph Pultizer.

“Mr. and Mrs. Kelly, Samantha, how can I help you today?” He made his presence known, holding his hand out for Jack to shake.

“Is there somewhere private we can speak?” Jack asked, shaking his hand. “There’s an issue that we need to discuss.”

Leading them into his office, he shut the door behind him, motioning them to sit in the chairs. Sammi and Kat both sat, while Jack stood behind Sammi. “How can I help?”

Kat and Jack looked at Sammi. Jack put a hand on her shoulder while Kat held her hand out for Sammi to take. Taking a deep breath, Sammi proceeded to tell Mr. Johnson what had happened the previous weeks and days. Jack kept his eye on Mr. Johnson, watching his face for any sign of how the man would react.

As Sammi finished, Mr Johnson looked at the family. “How would you like the school to proceed, Samantha?”

She looked up at her dad before looking at Kat. She hadn’t thought that far ahead. “I’m not sure, to be honest. I hadn’t thought that far ahead.”

“If I may.” Kat started, looking at her daughter as Sammi nodded. “We want Sammi to feel safe going to school. If this young man is still in school, Sammi won’t be safe. It might be in the best interest of all parties involved, if this young man is expelled from school. His behavior is appalling and I would be more upset for this to happen to any other student in this school.”

Mr Johnson looked at them. “Well I will need to speak with the young man’s parents along with his and Sammi’s teachers.”

“Until that happens, Sammi will not be present in school. Please inform her teachers and you can give her schoolwork to Eleanor Higgins-Conlon.” Kat’s eyes fired with anger. “I will not subject my daughter to this young man. And if need be, we will remove her from this school and transfer to another school.”

“I think we’re done here.” Kat stood up, motioning Sammi and Jack to join her. “Good day, Mr. Johnson.”

Walking out of the office, she was upset and frustrated. She huffed until they were outside of the school, walking down the sidewalk. “Kat, Katherine!”

She stopped hands on her hips, sighing loudly. “What?” “You alright?” Jack asked, smirking, as he looked between his wife and Sammi.

Sighing, she shook her head. “He has to talk to this young man’s parents before he decides anything. He’s going to sit there and act like nothing has happened. I’m sorry Sammi.”

“Mom, it’s okay.” She said, hugging her mom. “It’s not a closed door yet.”

Kat chuckled. “We do have something up our sleeves.”

Jack looked between two of the most important women in his life. “Do I dare ask?”

“Would you rather know now or later?” Kat asked, Sammi grinning with her mom.

Jack shrugged. “Is it legal?”

“As legal as it can be.” Kat confirmed, grinning.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Jack groaned. “Just tell me.”

“We have a lawyer at The World, who would love to get his hands on Sammi’s school.” Kat’s eyes lit up at the thought. “If this young man isn’t expelled from the school, then we can leverage the lawyer.”

Jack’s eyes lit up, matching his wife and daughter’s. “You’re both geniuses.”

“Naturally.” Kat and Sammi both laughed, shaking their heads.

“Shall we head home?” Jack asked, knowing full well that Race would meet them at the house to learn about the morning.

It would be a wait and see game with the school but right now, all he could think is that Sammi was safe, laughing with them, and okay in this moment. There would be tough days ahead but as long as his family was safe, Jack couldn’t really complain.

5900 words written in about 6 hours. I hope you enjoy this latest update! Feedback is always appreciated!!

#Newsies #Newsies Fan Fiction #writing #The Many Adventures of Sammi & Race #Racetrack Higgins #Spot Conlon #Sammi Kelly #Jack Kelly #Katherine Kelly

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My 10 Favorite WWE Matches of All Time (updated)

10: The 2001 Royal Rumble No matter how daft and stupid the product gets, I will never not stoke my head in around January. The Royal Rumble is my favorite match, but this one is my favorite favorite instance of that match. The pacing, the beautiful endurance of Kane, the hardcore interval (which Kane just decides to destroy), the Big Show returning after 4 months just to get shit-canned a minute into his run. There is so much to love about this mess. The preview of Rock and Austin that year for their Wrestlemania showdown. The fact that 4 or 5 of them (Rock, Austin, Kane, Undertaker, even Rikishi) could have been main event contenders. The best midcard in WWE history. Scotty 2 Hotty having the worst night of his life. Drew Carey just showing up. Bradshaw just cliffing everyone, because he's gotta get his shit in. Good Rumbles are like a 3 course meal, and this one is like all your courses at once, and then dessert is a treat you could die on. 9. Tyler Bate vs. WALTER - Takeover Cardiff Crowds make a lot of matches for me (thanks, 2020) but this crowd is especially electric, and for 24-year-old Tyler Bate, who is taking on a TANK, and that tank's name is WALTER, a TANK. But I will never not be a sucker for a David vs. Goliath story, and it was never better told than the boy made of thighs vs. the destroyer made of shattering palms. It is SO CARNY, so many feats of strength, so many OOOOOFS AND UUUUUURGHS that make this so great. Tyler was a hero on this night, but everyone knew he wasn't ready to win. Every feat is a magnificent reach. And it all means something to everyone. Make them what they know SHOULD happen and still surprise them with it. His "refusing to quit!" only to get shut down by a fucking chop. HE STANDS but is immediately ruined. It makes me. This shit fucking makes me. 8. Sasha Banks vs. Bayley, 30-Minute Iron Woman Match - Takeover Respect Most of this is just a remix of their epic and warranted classic in Brooklyn. but then Sasha takes the headband off of Izzy. And then they both stepped it up and were *amazing*. We somehow lost Bayley's "RAAAAAH'S and that's sad for me. But then they RAMP IT UP. NOBODY LIKES YOU. FUCK YOU. WE'RE HAPPIER NOW. (WE'RE NOT.) But seriously, Sasha taking Izzy's headband and then THROWING IT AT HER started something special, something grand. THE OUTRAGE. The bastion of heel heat. And then the match got better. They hugged at the end of their encounter in Brooklyn, but then they started poisoning one another. And it all started with this amazing match. (Also, Bayley's amazing red and gold robot tights.) 7. Kurt Angle vs. Shawn Michaels, Wrestlemania 21 Listen. HBK's 'Mania outings with the Undertaker are solid "match of the decade" contenders, piss-easy. They are peerless, they are in a league of their own. But saying they're your favorite? Unless you are an actual wrestler, that's like saying "UH, MY FAVE BAND IS THE BEATLES." Ya boring, ya basic, and we can all do better. And seeing how I'm in my late 30s, I understand wrestling a little different than I did when I made this list in...2016??? Christ. I bet AJ Styles vs. John Cena was on it that year. Two of the best performers, both in their prime, and looking back on it, I just prefer the mix of character dynamics at play. Angle is easily one of the best in the world, but he has such an inferiority complex, because he's an Olympic gold medalist who is told *nightly* that he sucks, and he CAN'T best Michaels. He keeps coming back, and he's so charming, so effortlessly good at this whole "wrestling" thing, and it's slowly making Angle, who SHOULD be all of those things, absolutely *spare.* And that informs so many spots and story moments in the match itself, specifically when Angle LOSES it and starts shouting at him, only to have a superkick partied under his face. Angle is one of the best ever because his wrestling acumen served his character, never once defined it. 6. Vince McMahon vs. Shane McMahon, Wrestlemania 17 I haven't gone back to watch the whole of Vince vs. Shane THAT many times. What I have done is watch the finish about 65 times. There is something so addictive and magical about that one pop, when Linda stands up from her chair, and the ENTIRE crowd stands with her. And I'll 100% agree that Vince's comeuppance - one slap, one hoof to the balls, a Mandible Claw and a Coast-To-Coast dropkick - is not NEAR the actual comeuppance he should have gotten for some of the deplorable shit his character got up to from around the Rumble to this match (two of which they've done their very best to scrub from history, they're THAT bad.) But it's the purest example I can think of, of that pantomime aspect of wrestling. Vince McMahon is a deranged bastard. He likes dumb, cruel, crude things, but his commitment to being the world's 2nd-worst lizard man makes some of the stuff that happens to him more richly rewarding than almost any retribution in any medium, ever. The final 4 minutes of that match, the crowd is a fireworks display. They rise, they explode, they rise and explode, over and over. And again, shoutout to my boy 2020 for making me miss a crowd THAT big having THAT good a time. 5. Adam Cole vs. Johnny Gargano - 2 out of 3 falls - TakeOver New York Now look, I'm not saying that NXT is essentially perfect for me, in terms for what I look for in wrestling. What I will say is that when it cooks, it combines the very best of indie stamina, choreography and stunt work with something WWE sometimes gets VERY right, and that is unabashed, unironic emotion. And it's not even that the intimacy of NXT being a smaller promotion has a denser, more specifically passionate fanbase. It's just the fact that NXT understands that so often, nuance and drama in wrestling doesn't come from promos, or swerves, or endless escalations of said drama, but from getting the FUCK out of the way and letting two of the best in the world *wrestle.* NXT is so good for providing context for the acts of jealousy, pride and entitlement, and then laying out a match that touches on all of these emotions throughout. This main event, built in two weeks, after a terribly-timed Ciampa injury, is actually VERRRY clever booking...disguised to look really simple. Cole starts the match as the crowd favorite, because he's the cool tweener everyone likes (with a catchphrase) to Gargano's unironic Disney prince. Over the course of Cole going all out, making subtle references to Johnny's feud with Ciampa, Gargano fighting from underneath, total fuck-off bastardry from the Undisputed Era (making poor Mauro Ranallo yell "YOU SNAKES!!") Maybe Cole WAS the better choice, but by the end of it, you didn't care. On that night, Johnny refused to lose, and the constant, exciting, *involving* wrestling dragged you to that emotional place. Damn right, you deserve it. 4. CM Punk vs. John Cena, Money In the Bank 2011 It might be a simple choice, but also, sometimes, it's really really gratifying to see a crowd who wants something get what they fucking want for once. A hot crowd makes a good match great, and a great match THIS. A crowd united, either for one guy, and against another, and in this case, BOTH. It makes every. Move. Matter. Trying to find a new angle on this match is like trying to find a new way to say fire is warm. And this crowd created a CAUSE. The no-sold pinfall, the attempted rehash of the Screwjob. Point out the botches if you must. The angle, the promo...it got my friends back into wrestling, a reason to care until the Shield. It's not the best, but it deserves to be. There is no wrestling crowd I wish I was more a part of. And I was at King of the Ring 1998. 3. Kurt Angle vs. Brock Lesnar, 60-Minute Iron Man match, Smackdown of September 18, 2003 It MAYBE was a bit of a "hipster" choice to name this my number 1 in 2016. But you know what? Bloody holds up. Two performers who feel "destined to do this forever," like a Triple H/Shawn Michaels, or a Kevin Owens/Sami Zayn. Possessed of freakish physical charisma, could go for days if pressed. Brock Lesnar, literally at the time ONE OF THE BEST ATHLETES in the WORLD being a lazy fucker and taking DQ points, laying the foundation of what Brock Lesnar would come to be known as. And Angle, in that rare position of everyone knowing he's the best thing going. Brilliant Lazy Asshole Brock and Certified Wrestling Machine Angle are two of my unironic favorite characters in all of wrestling, and it's a buffet of THAT. Like a Royal Rumble, only it's just two dudes, being the best they've ever been. 2. DIY vs. the Revival - 2 out of 3 falls - TakeOver Toronto "Tag team wrestling?" says main roster WWE. "What is this...tag team wrestling?" Well, this is it, at its absolute best. It's up there with Rey Mysterio and Edge vs. Chris Benoit and Kurt Angle from No Mercy 2002 for just brilliant, rock-solid tag team psychology. There are more story opportunities when there are more rules to break, how can WWE *not get behind that?* In terms of chemistry, both between opponents and between teams, in terms of callbacks like Johnny muscling through the exact same inverted figure four that lost them the belts in Brooklyn. It is a perfect match. Not an ounce of fat on it. And that closing sequence, of each member of DIY locking the Revival in their signature holds, and the men now known as FTR clinging to one another. It's probably the best tag match in the history of the WWE, and considering the caliber of tag matches on TakeOvers, is FUCKING saying something. 1. Daniel Bryan vs. Brock Lesnar, Survivor Series 2018 This match is everything I always hoped for. For the longest time, after the 2015 Royal Rumble debacle, when Reigns won, when simply everything we knew about storytelling said "no, of course it should be Bryan," I wondered what that 'Mania match would look like. If it were anything like this, I would have died a happy man. But then again, what makes this match so GOOD is that Bryan had just come back from an early retirement caused by head and neck surgery, and here he is, being dropped on his head and neck by Brock Fucking Lesnar, aka what would happen if the concept of "not giving a shit" gained corporeal form and starting shilling for Jimmy John's. The match gets really ugly, really fast, and Bryan takes us to uncomfortable places with his selling. It wasn't just the retirement angle, it was also the fact that Brock had turned out some REALLY lazy shit by that point in his career, so we had all mentally prepared for another finish-spamming early night. And then. AND THEN... Bryan hoofs him in the walnuts, hits the running knee, gives us the absolute closest 2-count of the decade, and then the fight is fucking on. Bryan went, over the course of 2 minutes, from never having a chance against Brock Lesnar to it being an *absolute certainty* that he was going to BEAT BROCK LESNAR. Anytime you visibly leave your seat every few seconds during a match, you know it's a special one. Again, it took me away, had me absolutely *screaming* at my monitor, elated, invested, and I don't know what more your favorite match can ask of you. But what happens when your favorite match isn't a match at all? No. 0: The Firefly Funhouse - Wrestlemania 36 I'm not kidding, it actually might be my favorite thing. It could be just my brain latching onto the Cult of the New, but I don't think so. It's not a match, I get it. It exists in a weird null-void outside of time and space, but mostly I am floored that they would broadcast something so virulently anti-WWE. Like, we talk of CM Punk and how WWE let him get away with all his little jokes and cut his little Pipebomb promo. But then WWE signed off on Bray Wyatt tearing the soul out of their business. Burying the biggest star of this generation, skewering and laying bare all of terrible WWE's terrible priorities, and also celebrating insider knowledge, wrestling history, and I just...love it. Right now, it's my favorite thing WWE have ever put out, because it did something they've never done before, told a story I didn't think they were capable of telling. And sure, it was Bray who told it, but I still can't believe it aired. But I am endlessly thankful that it did.

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xoxowrestlinggyrl · 5 years ago

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“Who Was That? Oh... Your Cousin.”

Requested: No

Pairing: Sami Zayn x Reader

Word Count: 1199

Warning[s]: Fluff & Cursing

Summary: When Y/N brings her cousin backstage, Sami becomes jealous. Sami thinks Y/N’s cousin is her new boyfriend. After an outburst, Sami admits his feelings to Y/N.

A/N: I had this saved on my Google Docs for a while, so I finally decided to share it with the world. Also, I miss Sami sooooooo. The quote comes from http://otp-imagines-cult.tumblr.com/post/140922926707/otp-quotes-challenge. (If you want to request a oneshot with one of the other quotes, go right on ahead, loves. ♥ )

“Staring at them isn’t going to help you in the end.” Kevin told Sami, who can’t stop looking at you and the mystery man you’re talking to. You’ve brushed off what Sami’s doing since you’re sure your mind is playing tricks on you.

Sami shook his head, and he looked at Kevin, “What does Y/N even see in him? She could do so much better.” He said. For a long time, he’s harbored feelings for Y/N, and he planned on making a move sooner or later. Emphasis on the later.

Kevin busted out laughing, “You really think that Y/N’s boyfriend?” He asked, in between laughs.

“Obviously, that’s her boyfriend. Why would she be so close to him? Laughing at all of his dumb jokes… There has to be a reason why she is so enthralled with that- that- I don’t know how to finish it.” Sami looked over at Kevin, confused about his laughter.

“If only you knew…”

“Knew what?”

“Oh, nothing…” Kevin chuckled here and there. Sami shrugged his shoulders, shaking his head.

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Raw is in your hometown, and your cousin, Y/C/N came to the show. Once you were done wrestling, you (pulled some strings) got him backstage to hang out with you and your friends. While Y/C/N talked, your eye wondered to Sami. He’s talking to Kevin, which is expected of him. (At least in your mind). I’m sitting in catering with Y/C/N, and we’re sitting across the room from Sami and Kevin.

“You definitely got it bad for Sami, Y/N.” Y/C/N said, and he nudged your elbow. He knows exactly how you feel about the Canadian. You met Sami back in NXT, and it didn’t take a long time for the two of you to become close friends. However, you never thought you’d develop feelings for your good friend- It just happened… You don’t have the guts to tell him how you feel. Especially since you’re convinced he thinks of you as a little sister.

You rolled your eyes playfully, “He doesn’t like me back.”

Y/C/N shook his head, and he laughed a bit. “I don’t know if you’re seeing what I see, but he keeps on looking at you.” You’re in denial about Sami returning feelings for you. It’s an impossible scenario in your mind since he doesn’t give off any “vibes” that he likes you more than friends.

“That’s just Sami being Sami.” You instantly said, trying to shut your cousin down, immediately.

He scoffed, “I guess, but I don’t see him staring at everyone else the way that he is staring at you.”

“Let’s just change the subject!” You said, you didn’t want to debate with Y/C/N about it anymore. You know that he’s going to respect that, hopefully.

Y/C/N changed the subject, and we continued talking for a few more minutes. “I better get ready to go, Y/N. You know I don’t do well in traffic.” Y/C/N said, laughing.

“Oh, how can I forget? You’ve nearly been in one hundred and fifty accidents. That was just we were in our teens.” You exaggerated.

Playfully rolling his eyes, “Not true, and you know it.” He stated as he pulled me into a hug.

“I know, I know.” He kissed my forehead. “See you later, Y/N.”

“Bye, Y/C/N.” Before you could fully finish saying your goodbyes to your cousin, you heard an outburst from across the room.

“I told you, Kevin! I fucking told you.” Your eyes instantly traveled to the area, and you saw a visibly angered, Sami. He was out of his seat, and he rushed out of catering. Kevin looked just as shocked as you were in this situation. It’s a rarity to see the redhead this angry. When you felt a light push from your cousin, you looked back at him.

“Go, get him, girl.” He winked at you, and you nodded your head. What are you supposed to do? You can try to calm down, but you might not be the person he needs. You dismissed those thoughts since what matters most is that you help him. Rushing out of catering, you catch him turning the corner. You ran up behind Sami, putting your hand on his shoulder.

“Kevin, I don’t need-” He started, but when he turned around to see you, he stopped talking. Y/E/C showed genuine concerned for what’s going on with him.

“Sami, are you okay? What is going on?”

“Shouldn’t I be asking you all the questions, Y/N?!” He started to get defensive.

“Just tell me what’s wrong, Sami. Starting an argument isn’t going to help the situation.” I tried to keep myself calm, but I could feel myself slowly starting to get pissed off.

“Who was that?” Disgust was evident in Sami’s voice as he asked that question. “He cannot be your boyfriend, Y/N. You can do so much better than that renegade.” Is Sami jealous? He’s definitely jealous. The tone of his voice is a clear tone of jealousy. You can’t believe he actually thinks your cousin is your boyfriend. You busted out laughing. The Canadian man looked confused, his green orbs were looking at you like you’re from another planet. After a minute, you got yourself together.

“I can’t believe you think Y/C/N is my boyfriend.” You let out a small laugh, shaking your head. “He is my cousin.” Sami’s mouth dropped in shock. When it registered in his mind, he face-palmed himself.

“Oh… your cousin.” Sami started, “I’m a dumbass.” He chuckled softly and shook his own head. “I should have put two and two together.”

Shrugging your shoulders, you giggled a bit. “It happens to the best of us.”

“Since Y/C/N is your cousin, I take it that you’re single.?” Sami asked, with hopeful, greenish-gold eyes.

“I’m single… Why you ask?” Of course, you’re too oblivious to what’s going on. Even though it’s clear as day what is going on with Sami.

He looked down at you, “I ask because I realized it’s time for me to make a move on what I want and who I want.” He started, “Y/N, what I am trying to say is, I like you… A whole lot. I understand if you wouldn’t want to give me a chance though. I mean, it is all of a sudden that I am saying all this consider we are friends-” You cut him off by kissing him on the lips. He froze for a second before he realizes what was going on, and he kissed you back.

After a moment, you pulled away from the kiss, “I like you too, if you didn’t get the memo.” You giggled and he chuckled softly.

“I do, I think I’d be stupid not to.” Sami blushed, “Would you like to go out on a date with me?” He asked,

“Yes, a thousand times over!” You accepted.

“Great, how about tomorrow night?”

“Sounds like a plan!” You smiled. Sami smiled back before kissing you softly on the lips.

#wwe x reader #wwe fanfic #wwe fanfiction #wwe one shot #sami zayn x reader #sami zayn one shot #wwefanfic #sami zayn oneshots #wwe oneshot #wwe oneshots

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11thstreetgirl · 5 years ago

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Bedtime stories

PART 1

AN: Since I haven’t got any inspiration to write anything new for a while now I started to translate my old stuff. Like, very old stuff. I’ll be posting these short things under the title Bedtime stories. They are old, they are gringey and mostly badly translated lol but maaaybe somewhat entertaining. In most of them there’s two “romantic interests” living with the Hanoi boys as these are written between me and my bestie, and as I don’t want to use our names that originally were in these I just refer to those names as “Sami’s girl” ect if you wonder why those are there. In some of these there’s a character called Adele which is just to have a name there, you can imagine your best friend there! and so on and so on...

Summary: You’re living with the band and Andy is always up to tease you (Andy x reader)

- Heeyy guys! Food’s ready! Her voice rang from the kitchen, accompanied with a wonderful smell from whatever she just pulled out of the oven. Nasty immediately dropped his guitar and rushed to sit at the table. We could almost hear his stomach rumble. Me and Michael looked at each other and burst out laughing. Nasty was always hungry. Michael put his harmonica back into his pocked and pulled me up from the floor. Razzle was dozing off on the sofa so I poked his arm to signal that he should get up too before there wouldn’t be anything to eat anymore. Sami and Andy ran down the stairs too.

These moments were rare in this household; to have everyone gather around the same table at the same time to eat. Not that there was proper food available too often anyways. Now Sami’s girl had cooked lasagna for all of us; cheap and filling. Just what we wanted.

Andy sat next to me. He gave me a funny smile, a bit mischievous, something I couldn’t quite read. I observed all of us sitting there around the table. I guess we were like a family now, a weird, colorful, crazy family. At least we looked after each other.

The only time this house was quiet was when everyone was eating. At least it was quiet until Michael started to tell a story, something that we all had heard a hundred times. I did love his stories with all my heart, but right now I couldn’t concentrate. I felt Andy staring at me and as I turned towards him he gave a quick kiss on my cheek. Dear weird Andy. I never knew what he was up to or what he wanted. In a way that was the thing that facinated me the most about him. Time after time it left me wondering how lucky I was to be with him of all people.

Michael’s voice sounded beautiful even when I couldn’t concentrate on his words. I watched him shining like the sun, his blond hair a halo around him. Where do these kind on creatures come from? These kind of creatures that this band was made of, mischievous like little kids, playing like they had been born with their instruments, looking like gods?

My line of thought was interrupted as Andy discreetly hauled his chair closer to mine. I shot him a questioning look but his face gave me no clue about what he was up to. I finally tried to take part in the conversation but couldn’t quite get the hang of it. Andy clearly had other things in mind too as I felt his hang land on my knee. It rested there for a while, then his fingers got interested in the hem of my skirt and started to fiddle with it. Andy was eating with his other hand like he wasn’t at all aware of what the other was doing. I poked peas into my mouth one by one. Michael was arguing about something with Nasty but still the words didn’t make sense to me. I looked at Sami and his girl sitting opposite each other, their gazes having a whole conversation. They looked like they lived in their own bubble.

Andy’s fingers clearly got bored with the hem and started to feel their way up all the way to my hip. All the while Andy’s expression was totally blank, he even nodded every now and then participating in the conversation. I tried to concentrate on something else too. I watched Sami’s blushed cheeks and tried to understand all the words he wasn’t saying. I watched Razzle’s smile and Nasty’s overgrown bangs. I watched the broken clock on the wall. But all that really got registered in my brain was Andy’s hand slowly sliding back to my skirt’s hem and then under it. I dropped my fork on the plate with a loud cling and the conversation stopped. I forced a smile and hoped my face wasn’t all red yet. Andy just smiled next to me, way too pleased with himself. Fuck he loved to tantalize me. His fingers were drawing circles on my thigh. The rings on his fingers were cold, his fingers were hot and my cheeks were burning. I still tried to look normal, eating tiny pieces but it was getting hard to swallow. Just as I got something into my mouth Andy’s fingers followed the outline of my panties between my legs and I almost choked. Violently coughing I got up and ran upstairs.

Before I even reached our bedroom I head Andy excuse himself to come and check if I was okay. He leaped up the stairs and I pushed him into our bedroom, slamming the door shut behind us.

- You just had to! Now of all moments! I was a little pissed at him.

- Yes I had to, he grinned at me and clearly wasn’t the slightest bit sorry about interrupting our meal. He really did love teasing me, more than I even knew. I sat on the bed and coughed a few times. I turned my back to him. Andy sat right next to me and put his arm around me.

- Honey… Please don’t be mad at me… Andy showered little kisses on my cheek and jaw.

- I can give you dessert…

- My God you’re such a cliche.

- But you like cliches! Andy smiled against my cheek. His hand was exploring under my skirt again. I thought about my options: I could keep sulking and go back downstairs under the wondering looks of the others, or I could give in to Andy and the fact that he knew how to please me. I turned my head to squint at him and immediately his lips were on mine in a reconciling kiss.

- What am going to do with you… I mumbled into the kiss. This man was impossible.

- You’re not going to do anything. I do and you enjoy.

Andy pushed me to lie on the bed, never breaking the kiss. It was gentle and passionate and fast. He showered kisses on my jaw and neck and in my hair. His hands were caressing my body, all the spots that only Andy knew I liked to be touched in. I gave into him. He really knew what I liked and saved no effort in doing so. He lifted his shirt off and threw it on the floor, soon accompanied by my top and skirt. Andy’s lips caressed my shoulders, my chest, stomach, thighs, hips… I just whimpered under him as he kissed all over my body. Andy pulled his pants off and grabbed my hips. His eyes were on fire.

- Baby...

I lied on top of Andy so that I could listen to his heartbeat. Thum-thump, thum-thump it beat to me. I drew small hearts on his chest. With my other ear I was listening to the sounds from downstairs. Before we could even register it someone was hopping up the stairs and Andy barely got a blanket to cover us before the door opened. Sami’s fluffy hair poked in and he looked at us first with surprise, then with mischievous victory.

- Just like that! Sami laughed and hopped back down, leaving us lying there startled and embarrassed.

- Guys! I was right! They were having sex! Sami’s voice ran through the house.

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snarkwriteswrasslin · 5 years ago

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FFT: heart and soul; sami zayn

Notes:

This one came via @rampagewriting on my main asks and look.. as said before.. if i see a chance to write fluff and Sami Zayn, I take the chance to write fluff and Sami Zayn.

Summary:

Another mutual friendship turned crush, turned something so much better / cuuuter. Fluffy af. Also a lil angsty because AJ and Tess are together but AJ is treating her all wrong and she finally realizes maybe she really loves Sami.. I suck at summaries. It’s better than this, trust.

Warnings:

Fluff. Slight angst.

Pairing:

Sami Zayn x OFC, Tess

… what the hell is the attraction there?…. The words didn’t come out of Sami Zayn’s mouth, but then again just going by the scrunched up face of disgust that Sami was giving AJ Styles and the way he was only halfway bothering to pay attention to her was enough to show anyone around just how annoyed it made him.

He could see the hurt look in her eyes and it made him angry. It made him want to walk over and punch AJ Styles right in his fucking mouth if he had to be honest about it. The jealousy he felt right now, all the things he’d do a thousand times differently if she was with him and not AJ… It had his body tensing and his fists clenching and unclenching at his sides.

From beside him, Kevin spoke up.

“Starin over there at them isn’t gonna make anything happen. If you want something to happen, Sami, you’ve gotta actually do somethin to make it happen. What happened to your heart, huh? You used to be the guy who loved a good risk.”

“She’s my best friend… This is more than just a risk, Kevin. If I told her and she… Forget it, you wouldn’t understand.” Sami’s jaw was locked tight, so his words came out in forceful anger. Kevin shook his head and nudged him.

“Good thing you got me, huh?”

“What do you mean?”

“Oh, just that I talked to that fuckin prick Shane and got you a match with Styles tonight. You gotta do something to get rid of all the anger you feel towards the guy and the situation.”

Sami’s eyes were fixed on her again and Kevin followed his best friend’s intent stare. She tore past them, her head down, making the quickest exit possible to the door. Kevin gave Sami another nudge.

“Go on, man.. You’ve got ten minutes until your match with AJ. Make ‘em count. Get your foot in the door.”

Sami eyed Kevin and the door she’d just practically bolted out of. He bit his lip and Kevin swore quietly. “Go on, do it.”

“But..”

“If you don’t start off like this, AJ wins. Even if he loses the match tonight, he still wins. Because she won’t know she has a much better option.”

Sami took a deep breath, rubbing his chin as he thought it over. He couldn’t hold off anymore. He had to do.. Something.

Even if it messed their friendship up.

Sitting back and sitting on his feelings had gone on long enough. Too long, actually.

“Okay, alright. I’m goin.”

He started out the door of the arena and into the parking lot, where she’d gone. It wasn’t hard to find her, she was sitting with her back against the wall of the arena, her knees drawn to her chin and her head resting on top of them.

She didn’t have a jacket either and she was shivering. He sat down next to her.

“I went to try and find you.. I know you have a match tonight and thought you’d be nervous.” Sami spoke up.

She looked up at him, wiping at her eyes, giving him her best ‘I’m fine, really,’ smile. It was a smile he’d suffered through seeing a lot lately. And seeing her eyes bloodshot from crying and glistening with tears still waiting to fall…

Tess looked up at the sound of his voice and she quickly set about to composing herself. It was stupid, she reminded herself, to get upset because AJ wasn’t as excited as she was about her potential big break tonight. He had to focus on his own match.

Seeing Sami sitting there had her blinking. They hadn’t talked much lately and she’d missed it.

“Sami, I.. yeah.. I got nervous so I… Came out here.. To breathe.” she lowered her knees, leaned her head back against the wall and exhaled loudly.

But her breath was shaky. She tensed, cringing.

The last thing she wanted was to fall apart, but that was in danger of happening. What did I expect though, she thought to herself, Sami is the one person I can’t ever hide anything from. She sighed and shook her head.

If she couldn’t hide it, what was the use in bothering to try. Wiping at her eyes, she glanced over at Sami. She could tell something had him beyond pissed off.

“ I just.. I thought AJ might actually be a little more happy and supportive of me having a chance at an onscreen match. All he could say was not now. I’m busy.” she took on a mocking tone towards the end, mimicking exactly how AJ had said it to her. She laughed quietly at herself.

Getting upset and crying was stupid.

It wasn’t doing her any good.

She found herself gazing at Sami, who was still looking down at his hands, almost as if he were in deep thought.

If she knew there was even the smallest chance that he… She shoved the thought out of her head, not daring to finish.

What happened next surprised her.

Sami looked up and stared at her intently. He did this for at least five and a half seconds. The air getting thicker and more tension filled with each one that passed. And then, he exploded. He stood and started to pace back and forth, ranting about AJ and how angry the way AJ treated her made him, saying that when he got his hands on him tonight he’d have whatever Sami dished out coming and he’d have had it coming for a really, really, really long time.

It took a few seconds for her to process.

But when he picked up a garbage can and raised it, prepared to throw it, Tess jumped up, grabbing it and lowering it, a brow raised and a puzzled expression on her face. “Hey! Whoa! Sami.. calm down.”

“I can’t, okay? For months now I’ve kept my mouth shut. I’ve stood back and I’ve watched him hurt you over and over and I just.. I fucking can’t anymore, okay? I’m so fucking tired of it. And then you just take it, you act like that’s what you deserve. But it’s not, okay? It’s not what you fucking deserve.”

Tess managed to get him to drop the garbage can and she put her hands on his arms. “Hey, Sami.. Whoa. Are you okay?” as she stepped a little closer. She hadn’t ever really seen him get quite this wound up outside of the ring.

… and he’s wound up because of me, is it wrong that I feel both… worried and a little turned on by this?… i mean, when was the last time AJ honestly got this worked up over anything involving me? It… feels nice to.. Have someone want you and care about you this much… and then it clicked for her.

Sami was trying to say something. Something that otherwise, he might not have been able say. Something that he was having trouble saying now.

And then it clicked further.

His avoiding her.. It bothered her more than she realized. It was the entire reason she’d been out of sorts for a while now. Things hadn’t been the same, not having him to talk to. She missed him.. A lot more than she’d let herself realize.

She stepped even closer, tilting her head to look up at him as she toyed with the strings of his hoodie. “Sami..”

Before she could get another word out, she found herself being pulled into a kiss that was deep and rough and full of want. His fingers tangled in her hair, his teeth grazed her lower lip, she nipped at his back, whimpering quietly as her fingers dug into the front of his hoodie and his shoulders. His hands moved down her back, stopping on her ass as he squeezed and pulled her completely against him, nipping at her lips again, enough force in the kiss to leave her lips starting to tingle and swell. She deepened the kiss this time before he could break it, because he tried to.

He finally did manage to break the kiss and he looked down at her, breathing heavily, her face all flushed, her hair disheveled and her lips swollen and starting to turn a deep pink and he bit his lip, staying silent for a little bit. “You deserve better, Tess.”

“Maybe you’re right… Did you have any suggestions?” she moved closer to him, arms around his neck.

That kiss.. His whole em passioned speech just before it happened.. It had really opened her eyes.

Sami pulled her closer and leaned down a little, his forehead against hers as he muttered quietly, “I think the answer to that should be obvious.”

#sami zayn fanfiction #sami zayn fanfic #sami zayn fic #sami zayn oneshot #sami zayn imagine #// fluff #// it's cute ya'll

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broke-n-bitchy · 6 years ago

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Wicked Dreams

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Nikki Sixx x OC

Part Five

Warnings; drinking, cursing, smoking, drugs use, angst, lil smutty

-Lucy’s POV-

August 9th. Today was already a particularly hard day for me. Today marked the ninth year of my mother’s death, it was still hard for me to believe that I’ve spent almost an entire decade without the only person I could ever truly rely on in this fucked up world.

Back at home, I would usually spend this day with a six pack next to her grave. Sitting there, peeling off the flower petals off of the bouquet that I’ve gotten to lay in front of her headstone. I would cry, laugh, and talk to her like she was right there with me. I don’t know if it was the booze, but it felt like she was. And before I’d leave, I would make sure to remind her that I’m doing alright.

This is the first time I haven’t been home for this day and honestly, it was hitting me like a fucking brick. Staring at myself in the mirror of the dressing room, I heard a knock on the door, “Lucy, you guys are on in ten!” Doc explained through the door, “I’ll be right there!” I responded, I was ready but for some reason, I couldn’t find my boots. Did I leave them back at the hotel? No, I don’t think I did.

Looking around frantically, I began tearing apart the dressing room.

That’s when I heard another knock on the door. “I said I’ll be right there Doc!” I yelled I knew he was impatient but damn. I was running around barefooted.

Most girls’ get necklaces, bracelets or whatever else from their mother, but my mom was a field medic and of all her belongings, I always loved her combat boots. I was so happy the day I could finally fit into them without shoving socks in the toes.

They were extremely beaten up, writing all over them, being held together with duct tape but I didn’t care. I’d wear those until I couldn’t anymore.

Those boots and my guitar were the only two things that actually made me feel like she was right there with me, every single night on stage.

“Actually, it’s Nikki. I uh- I have something for you.” I quickly came back from losing my train of thought, “Oh, come on in! I’m dressed.”

The door opened and he stepped inside, he was holding a medium sized white box in his hands,

“Not now, Sixx, I can’t find my boots anywhere.”

“Oh, that’s what I have, here they are.” He handed me the box with a small, awkward smile. He wasn’t used to doing nice things for other people, as a matter of fact, he sucked at it.

“Uh.” I didn’t know how to respond but I took the box and pulled the lid off. Looking at the pair of brand new, studded leather boots that could reach up to my knees. These weren’t it. These weren’t the army green boots being held together by a thread.

“Where are my old ones?” I asked him, trying my best to make sense of the situation.

“Oh, yeah, those. I threw them away.” Without any hesitation, I threw both new boots at him, “What is wrong with you?!” I yelled, not even holding back. I have been on my best behavior all day, I haven’t cried or anything. I was honestly saving up all of my anger and sadness for the stage so I could let it out in a positive way but Nikki just happened to push me to my last limit.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” He yelled back, moving a bit closer, “They have torn the fuck up and honestly, making the entire bus smell like fuckin’ death! I thought maybe you needed a new pair! Why are you being such a fucking bitch! I do something nice for you and this is how you thank me!?” At this point, he was hovering over me, his normal tone dropped to a low bass sound and honestly, it scared me a little but I wasn’t going to let him know that.

“They were my mother’s, Nikki! My dead mother’s! Today is the anniversary of her death and I wanted to wear them tonight! I didn’t want new boots, I just wanted those! And I don’t have to thank you because I didn’t ask for them!” Pressing my finger against his chest, I paused but wasn’t going to stop there.

“I know you don’t know what it’s like to have anything of sentimental value or know what it’s like to feel closer through an object that was from someone you loved, but just because you grew up in a shitty home doesn’t mean you can go around disrespecting the rest of us and our fucking shit! Keep your hands off of my shit from now on!”

I honestly couldn’t believe he did this. I know it sounded stupid, I know to anyone else it was ridiculous that I was getting hyped up over a pair of shoes but right now I didn’t care.

He stared at me and the expression on his face was unreadable, but there was a small glimpse of sadness in his eye from what I said. It disappeared faster than it came.

“You know what? FUCK YOU! Fuck your shitty attitude, and fuck your dead mom! I don’t give a fuck!”

“You don’t give a fuck, because you only think about yourself! It’s suffocating with how fucking self-absorbed you are!” I know I was being way too harsh but this was just years of anger finally bubbling to the surface.

The craziest part about all of this was that last night, we were taking turns snorting coke out of this groupies belly button, laughing, and having the time of our fucking lives. I’ve become such a good wingman that at this point, even Vince and Tommy turned to me for help.

He stared at me for a moment before getting extremely close, hovering over until I could feel his breath against my cheeks. He smelled like liquor, blow, and sweat, but the mixture with his cologne had me drawn to it.

His voice was so low that it sends a shiver down my spine, “You and your fucking band were nothing but nobodies, barely getting gigs back in Texas, and if it wasn’t for us answering your call, and if it wasn’t for us, you wouldn’t even be drawing a crowd bigger than it is now. You play good, you look good, and your band has brought in a lot of new fans. And if it wasn’t for us, you’d be living in a shitty apartment with three guys working some dead-end fucking job, getting nowhere in life. So if I were you, I would watch your fucking mouth on who you’re talking to. Because I can easily take this away as easily as I gave it to you.”

No one, not even my mother, has ever spoken to me like this. Ever. It was just my mom, cousin, and I for most of my life. I didn’t know my dad so she always tried to be more gentle than firm. I guess that’s why what he said was turning me on. He never broke eye contact, didn’t even blink. I felt a lump in the back of my throat. He was right, I should be more grateful for what I have. I also shouldn’t have said what I did to him.

But I wasn’t about to let him know that.

There was someone who cleared his throat at the doorway, “Sorry to interrupt, but Lucy, you’re on.”

I nodded, shoulder checking Nikki while I grabbed the boots, sliding them up to my legs and zipping them. He got the size right. I had my converse, but I wasn’t about to wear those with studded jeans and a leather crop top.

“We’re not done talking,” Nikki said before I bolted out of the door.

-Nikki’s POV-

Standing on the side stage next to Vince and Tommy, I watched as our opening act performed. Normally, I’d be in the back drinking and fucking whatever girl gave me the first glance but I was too pissed off.

Why did Lucy have to be so fucking stubborn? I tried doing something nice for her and she goes off. But, fuck, how was I supposed to know that today was her mom’s death anniversary? We weren’t exactly good at deep conversations.

I hate that she’s so damn stubborn and prideful. You know what else I hate? The fact that she’s fucking talented, because now I can’t fire her.

Her with her laid back attitude, being my wingman. Her fucking soft hair and how does she always smell like cherries? It was obnoxious, like even after getting off stage drenched in sweat.

Watching as her little hips shook to the beat, her head banging while sliding down onto her knees during her solo, I couldn’t help but crack a small smile. In spite of everything that annoyed me about her, she was a natural on stage. They all were.

“Nikki!” Tommy yelled in my ear, shoving me over, “What?” I asked I didn’t realize I was thinking so hard. I don’t think, like ever. I just do.

“I said here, have a bump. Were you not listening?”

“No,” Responding, I grabbed the small dish, quickly snorting up two fat lines, proceeding to scoop some up with my finger and lick it then passing it along to Vince.

Snagging the bottle of Jack from Vince, I took a swig and nearly spat it out and what I saw Lucy do next. She slid across the stage then proceeded to hold her guitar up in the air while dry humping the stage during Ryder’s drum solo. Holy shit.

It drove the crowd insane, she stood up and reached her hand out to some of the fans, running towards the center of the stage next to Alex, they sang the last bridge of their final song for the night together.

I’m not going to lie, during their audition, I didn’t really pay attention. Not until I heard her voice. Alex was a damn good singer but there was a part of me that felt like Lucy should take over as lead, just the way she was so natural at it and in spite of our fight earlier, I had to respect her for everything she goes through and still pushes to be her best every night.

Once their song was over, the crowd roared through the venue, Alex spoke up, “Thank you! We’re System Insomniac, but it’s time for the main event! Motley fuckin’ Crue!”

The crowd roared even louder.

We were about to go on in about fifteen minutes, roadies had to set up props and replace the instruments.

“That was gnarly dudes’!” Tommy yelled in excitement once they came off the stage, he lifted Lucy up and twirled her in his arms while giving Sami a high five,

“That was hot Lucy,” Vince told her as soon as Tommy sat her down, “Thanks, yeah I wanted to try something new.”

“Well, it worked,” Alex laughed while draping his arms over Lucy and Ryder.

“Lucy, can I talk to you for a minute?” I spoke up after realizing I was being quiet.

“Uh, yeah. Sure,” Stepping off to the side to leave everyone else to speak amongst themselves.

I never did this but I was about to apologize, but instead, her arms reached up and engulfed me in a huge hug. “I’m so sorry I was a bitch to you earlier, I am. It’s just been a shitty day for me today and I took it out on you. I shouldn’t have.” She mumbled in my ear before pulling back, her bright blue eyes meeting mine. But tonight, they were a little more grey. Her hands still rested on my shoulders, and goddamnit, how does she still smell so fucking good?

“You were right, I really should be more grateful for everything. And I am, I really am. This, this is my dream and you helped make it come true, Nik. Thank you, and I’m sorry about the whole boot situation. It was actually really thoughtful of you to go get me a new pair, and I appreciate it. As much as I loved my mother, and I loved those boots, you have to let go of the past sometimes. Right?”

I didn’t really know how to respond, “Right.” Was all I could really say, her touch had this odd effect on me. A part of it felt soothing. In some sort of way.

She nodded, her chest still heaving from her compelling performance. “So, are we good, Sixx?”

A smirk played at my lips whilst I took the chance to snake my arms around her waist, tugging her a bit closer to me, “Yeah, we’re good.” Her grin grew wide and she pulled me into another hug. Burying my face into her neck, my hand slid down her ass and gave it a small squeeze.

“Nikki!” She squealed, letting out a laugh, “Sorry, a force of habit.” I removed my hand and let go of her embrace even though a part of me didn’t want to. “I’ll see you after the show, doll,” I told her before turning around and bolting off towards the stage.

Later that night

Once we were done with our show, we hopped off the stage and went to meet everyone else in the back.

They were all sitting in the small lounging area, Lucy had changed from her stage outfit into a pair of cut off shorts and a tank top, but she was still wearing her new boots. She was twirling a pen in her mouth while staring down at her journal, Ryder was sitting in the back where Mick at joined to drink.

Alex and Sami were talking to us about going to a party, and Tommy and Vince were on board. “Coming, Nikki?” Alex asked, “Hang on a minute,” I told him before going and plopping down next to Lucy, draping an arm over her shoulder.

“What is it with you and cut off jeans?” I questioned while my other hand played with a loose string of fabric that hung off of her thighs, “We country girls love our Daisy Duke’s.” She responded without looking up, placing a cigarette between her lips and lighting it.

“Interesting. So, you coming along to the party tonight?” Pulling the cigarette from her mouth after she took a drag, and taking a few drags myself before handing it back to her.

“Um, I was actually just going to go back to the hotel. Maybe spend some time in the jacuzzi and have some alone time.” She told me while glancing over at me.

Looking up towards the guys’, “I’m just going to go back to the hotel tonight.” I told them which was rare. Nikki Sixx never missed out on a good party.

Tommy gave me a weird look but quickly shrugged it off. Sami walked over to us, pulling Lucy up off of the couch and into a tight hug, “I miss her too.” I heard him say while he squeezed her tightly. She nodded, and I watched a small tear escaped and slid down her cheek, “Yeah, I know. I love you, man,” She patted him on the back before withdrawing her arms, I could tell she was trying her best to console her tears. “But you go have fun tonight, okay?” She smacked him on the arm and he nodded before heading out the door with the rest.

“Better make sure they don’t end up dead, see you guys’ later,” Mick told us before heading out with Ryder.

Back at the hotel, I headed back to my room and waited for about twenty minutes, and after changing, I went and knocked on Lucy’s door. I heard her say hang on, and a few seconds later she opened the door. She was wearing a red bikini and had a bottle of wine in her hand along with a few towels, I smiled a little at the sight. I know we’re just friends and that’s all we will ever be but that doesn’t mean I can’t stare at her smokin’ hot body.

“Where’s your usual scotch or bourbon?” I asked her, eyeing the bottle in her hand.

“I’m in the mood for something sweet tonight.”

Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out a little clear baggy of white powder, “I’ll join ya,” She smiled, giving me a small nod before stepping outside of her room and shutting the door.

We started walking down the hallway, and once we reached the elevator, she turned to me, “Okay, what gives? Why aren’t you at the party, doing body shots with one groupie while another one sucks you off?”

I shouldn’t have laughed but that was a pretty damn good assumption of what would probably be happening at the party if I was there.

“Well, I thought maybe you’d want some company tonight.” I shrugged. At the time, I didn’t think anything of it.

-Lucy’s POV-

Sliding into the jacuzzi, I let out a groan in pure bliss. My knees were killing from tonight's performance. Popping the lid off of the bottle, I took a drink before leaning against the ball of the tub. Looking over, Nikki was sitting in the chair next to me, he was staring.

“What?” I questioned, cocking an eyebrow in confusion.

“When’s the last time you got laid?” He asked me out of the blue. I don’t even remember, it’s been so long. I leaned back, trying to remember.

“That’s sad,” He laughed at me while starting to sort lines of blow on the table he was sitting in front of, I rolled my eyes and shrugged.

“Sorry, I’m a disappointment,” I told him while taking another drink, he snorted up a line real quick before leaning down and pulling the bottle from my hands, taking a drink.

“I meant that’s sad for you, I mean, you’re always getting us laid but never worry about yourself?” I shrugged, I never thought of it that way.

“I guess I’m one of those people that needs to have a whole lot of sex,” I told him, stepping out of the tub and standing over the table, I took the straw off of the table and snorted the next line, sniffling a little bit before dipping back in.

Glancing up, I watched Nikki start kicking off his shoes and unbuckling his pants, “What are you doing?” I asked him while he stripped down to his boxers. My eyes scanned his thighs up towards his torso before reaching his jawline, I bit my lip before glancing away.

“The fuck does it look like?” He slid in next to me, putting an arm behind me while leaning back, “Mm, taking a night off was a good call,” He said while staring up towards the night sky. “Yeah, it was. Until you joined me,” My wit was going to get me in trouble one day. He seemed to just ignore me while he kept his gaze upwards, and mine was on his facial features. He hadn’t wiped his stage makeup off yet and it was smudged at this point. But for some reason, it suited him.

I don’t know if it was the high or what but my fingers started dancing mindlessly across his chest, “You were really good on stage tonight,” I told him as I placed my hand onto his cheek so he could meet my gaze. He gave me a smug smirk.

“So were you, doll.” I felt his hand dip into the hot water and tug me closer by my hip. He had the bottle of wine in his other hand, and I reached for it, taking another drink before passing it back to him.

I know what he’s like, I know what he does. Hell, I help him pick up women almost every night. So, why was I feeling like this? What he said to me earlier, about taking everything away from me; it just changed my perspective on all of this. It was seriously bothering me that the way he looked at me earlier, with such intensity, and what he said, it turned me on. No guy has ever spoken to me like that before.

We sat there, in silence. Just listening to the jets in the hot tub, staring up at the sky while passing the sweet wine back and forth to each other. It was weird, to see him like this. Relaxed and unwinded, not having Tommy or some groupie latched to his side.

“Hm,” I hummed while stepping out of the jacuzzi, drying my hands off and picking up his little baggy and the straw, I dipped back down into the tub. “‘Nother bump?” I asked, pft, like I needed to.

His head perked up and watched while I distributed two even lines on the ground above the hot tub. Handing him the straw, he snorted up the first one before passing it back.

After snorting up mine, I tilted my head back with a small giggle before looking back towards him. He had a little blow on his lip.

“Hey, you have a little-” He met my gaze, his green orbs poured into mine while I swiped the little bit of coke off his lip with my thumb. I didn’t break eye contact, nor did I realize what I was doing. Placing my thumb between my lips, I sucked the rest of the residue off before letting go with a loud ‘pop’ noise. Biting my lower lip afterward while I tried to suppress a giggle but failed.

“Fuck,” He breathed while he swallowed harshly. He leaned back, letting out a breath and taking a long drink from the bottle, I grabbed it from him and finished off the rest of it before leaning over and pushing it off to the side, my back facing him because I was trying to aim it in the trash can a few feet away from us, but failed miserably.

I felt a pair of rough fingers start tracing the tattoo next to my shoulder blade on my back, “What does S-L-R stand for?” He questioned, I turned to face him halfway so he could still see my tattoo, “Suzanne Lynn Rollins,” I responded. Lovelace was just my stage name. Rollins was my maiden.

“Oh, okay, it’s a badass tattoo,” He complimented, turning around, I moved closer until I was standing between his legs. Sadly it was the only one I had, but I looked forward to getting more in the future. Tracing my fingers across the ones on his biceps, moving my fingers along his arms soothingly, “I like yours, too,” I told him, he moved his hands to my waist, pulling me closer until I was propped up onto his lap.

“Mhmm,” He mumbled, my hands were planted on his chest while one of his on my waist, guiding down towards my ass, this time I let it slide. The other one coming up to move the small hairs that were starting to cover my forehead, he slicked them back for me. Thinking nothing of it, because I’m a little fucked up; my hands moved up from his chest to the sides of his face, moving his hair away from his eyes so I could see them better. Scooting up a little closer, I straddled his waist. His hands rested firmly on my hips to stop me from moving, “Knock that off, damn,” He grunted, and I started laughing, “What, why?” I questioned, raising my eyebrows.

He leaned upwards until he wasn't propped against the wall of the hot tub anymore, his face a few centimeters from mine. “Because,” He mumbled. The breath in my throat hitched, what was happening right now? And how could it be so wrong if it just felt so good?

My eyes glanced from his down towards his lips, licking my own. I couldn’t fucking take this anymore. Leaning in, my lips smashed against his in a needy type of way, and he didn’t hesitate to return the kiss. It just felt so fucking good, his lips tasted like sweet wine and cigarettes.

His hands went from holding me firmly in his lap back towards my ass, giving it a firm squeeze, mine went flying to his hair, tugging and pulling at it like I wanted to do since the first time I’ve laid eyes on him. He nipped at my lower lip and I gladly opened my mouth up to the invitation, our tongue swirled together in sync in a very heated kiss. He grunted into my mouth, and it sent a vibration down my spine. He stood up and I took the opportunity to snake my legs around his waist, he backed me up against the wall, his hands squeezing and groping my ass one moment, the next running them up to the curves of my hips before back down again.

My own went from pulling at his hair to running them along his back as I tugged his lower lip between my teeth.

He groaned in what seemed like frustration, pulling away from our kiss, we were both breathing heavily, and he looked at me like he was asking if he could keep going. I was quite literally breathless, all I could do give a nod. He grinned, burying his face in the crook of my neck, nipping and biting at the skin. Letting out soft whimpers, trying my best to keep as quiet as I could, he moved downwards to my cleavage and he immediately found a soft spot that I didn’t even know I had. Right above my right tit, he gave it a little nip and I let out a moan instead of a whimper this time. He smirked against my skin before he kept suckling at that same spot. I could feel the heating sensation between my thighs and I knew there was going to be a hickey there later.

“Oh my god,” I breathed, tilting my head back while my mouth fell open, he reached around behind me and began fumbling with the strings of my bikini. He was about to untie it until we heard a very loud voice followed by someone pushing the gate open that led to the pool area.

“We’re back!” Tommy yelled and Nikki quickly pulled back from me and moved to the other side of the jacuzzi, “Oh, hey!” I exclaimed in false excitement. What a cockblock.

“Where’s everyone else?” I asked, he was walking around with some blonde on his arm, “Went up to their rooms, mind if we join ya?” He asked but he was already taking his clothes off.

“Sure man,” Nikki said while keeping his eyes fixated on me, “Yeah, but I’m actually headed to bed. Night guys.” I quickly withdrew myself from the jacuzzi, grabbing one of the towels from the chair and wrapping around my body before heading back inside. I was mentally cursing Tommy right now.

I know what I said but Nikki just had this way about him. Shit, I was going to need a cold fucking shower after this.

@triplehaitches @knightwhosaysnii @lovesick-heart0 @carmineharry @slowandangry @rxsesinjune @fandomshit6000

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queenofthefallenangels · 6 years ago

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Ruby (Part 1)

Jon Moxley x OC

Rating: M

Warning: Nothing really in this part. Lemons to come.

Summary: Mox becomes interested in one of the new managers.

The tag team: @afauss2009 @queenofthearchitect @darktammy @helluvastrike @calicina

Enjoy

Mox thought it was just going to be another night of wrestling. He was one of the first matches, so he decided that he would watch the rest of the fights that night. He hadn’t in a while and it was about time he scouted out some of the new talents that had joined the roster.

That’s when he saw her. Ruby. She was one of the new manager’s for one of the wrestlers. Andy was his name, or at least Mox thought. He had been here for a bit but hasn’t made a mark yet. He was pretty good in the ring for a rookie, but his mic skills were horrible hence why he had gotten her to help him out. Man, did she ever help him out? She was more than just a pretty face with a nice body. She had amazing mic skills. She had an attitude. Her way with words was nothing like he had ever seen before. She could rile up the other wrestler in more ways than one. She spoke clearly and rarely stutter her words. It seemed to just come naturally to her.

He had heard everyone talking about her. She was all fresh meat to them. Seeing her was something else though. The words those boys used to describe her didn't do her justice.

Tonight, they had a match between another wrestler who had his girlfriend as his manager. Her mic skills didn’t even begin to match Ruby’s and it was beginning to piss her off. She pushed Ruby's back against the ropes around the ring. She was quickly to back on her feet, unfazed. She walked up and smacked the girl in the face. The other girl grabbed her by her hair and they began to fight each other. Ruby was by no means a wrestler, but she knew how to hold her own. Suddenly the boyfriend to the pulled Ruby off her by her hair throwing her to the mat. That was what sprung Andy into action. He smacked into him. Both girls rolled out of the ring as the match began.

The match went on for a bit. Mox saw several things the guys had done wrong in the fight. His eyes moved slowly back to Ruby who was next to the ring watching the match. She had long platinum blonde hair that fell down to her rib cage. She had on a tank top that was so low cut you could see the top of her bra. Her boobs pushed so far up they looked like they were ready to bust out. Her ripped jean shorts laid just above her ass.

Sami, one of Mox's oldest and closest friend, came up behind him. "There you are," he said grabbing Mox on the shoulder. "Who's fighting?

Mox just shrugged. He had stopped watching the match and had his eyes on Ruby. Sami followed his eyes to her.

"Ah, I see you have seen Ruby. She is definitely a hot little one."

"So, what do you know about her?" Mox asked, not taking his eyes off Ruby.

"Not much, just that she's Andy's little sister." Sami shrugged.

"Wait, that's his little sister?" Mox looked at his friend confused. "He's okay with letting her walking around like that."

"I guess. I think he does it to help him win. He hopes that they will be so distracted by her that they will lose the match. They actually have a move where she kisses the guy and Andy attacks them while they are busy."

"It's still a bit weird," Mox commented.

Sami left Mox after a bit and he kept watching the match. His eyes never once leaving Ruby.

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Mox started watching every match he could lf their. Most of the times, his attention wasn't on Andy. His eyes most of the time, fell on Ruby. He couldn't help himself. He was intrigued by the blonde girl. He wanted to talk to her, he just didn't know how. It wasn't that he was scared. Well, maybe, just a little bit scared of talking to her. The other problem was he could never find her. Anytime he tried to look for her after a show, she was already gone. Sami told him that her brother kept her on a tight leash. Most likely scared someone might take his precious manager away from his. As he should be, Mox wasn't the only one intrigued by her. She was the talk of the locker room. Most wanted the move done on them just to touch her.

"Again?" Sami asked coming up next to me. "Do I need to warn that girl about getting a restraining order on you."

"I want to fight him." Mox told Sami ignoring his comment.

"Why? Is it because of that girl?"

"Maybe." Mox told him.

"Andy is below your level. You could kick his ass with your eyes closed. Why even bother with it? Just go talk to her. You're Jon Moxley after all."

"Yeah, but I don't think that will work to get passed her brother. Plus, this is more fun anyway." Sami shook his head at him as he went to go set up the match.

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It was the night of the match. Mox was ready for this match. He was ready to go toe to toe with Ruby. Well, not exactly. Mox had a little bit of nerves going into this. The seemed to get worse as Ruby approached him. There was no way he was getting nerves over some girl.

"So, Mox," she started holding the mic up to her bright red lips. The shade she wore every night. "Would you like to explain to me why you are trying to fight my client? He's still new to this business and you are much more.." She paused for a moment. "Experienced. From what I hear though, you aren't interested in him. You are interested in me." She pointed at herself. "Why would a guy like you who could have half these girls in this room be interested in little me? Interested enough to risk getting your ass kicked just to talk to me."

Mox watched her carefully as she moved during her speech. He licked his lips and brought the mic up to his mouth, "Oh, sweetie, I think the man in the corner is the one who should be more worried. I know I can kick his ass, just like I know you want me just like all those other girls do."

She scoffed, "For a man whose ego is as big as yours, some might think you are trying to overcompensate for something." She said looking down. Her eyes slowly moved back up to meet his. Her bright blue eyes locked with his. He could see something behind her eyes. Her demeanor might be held strong, but there was a tinge of lust behind it. Her eyes couldn't hide it. She did want him.

"Oh, sweetie, I am not." He moved closer to her still holding onto the eye contact. "I can even prove it to you." He said leaning in to kiss her lips. As soon as his lips met hers, it was like electricity was sparking between their lips. Kissing her was like something he had never felt before. He had kissed a lot of girls before, but none of them felt like this. He put his hand on her hip.

All of a sudden, Mox felt a body smack into him disconnecting their lips. Both her and Mox fell to the mat. Mox was in disbelief, not from getting pushed, but the fact Ruby messed up the set up. She was supposed to move away before her Andy struck. He had seen them do it a couple times. Ruby always moved before it. She had botched the move. Mox had to know why.

#jon moxley #jon moxley smut #dean ambrose fanfic #dean ambrose smut #dean ambrose fanfiction #dean ambrose #jon moxley fanfiction #dean ambrose x oc #oc #jon moxley x oc #this is probably shit #but i am posting it so i stop fussing over it #next part be better #stephy masterlist

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voidendron · 5 years ago

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First Meeting

One-Shot, 1′883 Words Star Wars/JSE Egos Crossover

I’d like to direct you to the one-shot Supply Run if you haven’t read it yet; may want it for context on Sam and Marv for this AU. Italics are a translation and mean they’re actually speaking Mando’a in this. Also, this version of these two have admittedly poor impulse control and think more with their fists than their heads ^^”

Warnings: Language, Guns, Mild Violence, Choking Characters: (humanized) Septic Eye Sam, Marvin the Magnificent, Chase Brody

Sam was glaring behind their helmet. What else could they do? It wasn’t like Marvin was going to listen. The other Mandalorian had taken his helmet off a while ago; it was sitting proudly on the console overlooking the stars beyond their ship. He’d been so focused on avoiding the bounty hunter’s shots he hadn’t put it back on yet.

“You’ve really done it this time,” the younger muttered as they crossed their arms huffily.

“Sami. Zip it.”

“I can man the—” their ship lurched as a shot hit the shield, forcing Sam to momentarily brace themself on the console, “—gun.”

Marvin huffed a laugh and spun the ship into a disorienting spiral. “Gun? It’s still out of commission from the last time.”

“I thought you got it fixed!”

“I got it scheduled to get fixed.”

“So what you’re telling me is you pissed a bounty hunter off—on purpose—and now we can’t even defend ourselves? Marvin!”

“Hey, don’t blame me! I maybe…didn’t think it through like I should have?”

“You’re entirely to blame. They weren’t even after us until you decided to upset them!” Even so, Sam had to bite their cheek to keep from grinning behind their helmet. “And here I thought you were supposed to be the mature one.”

Sam wasn’t even sure either of them had bounties on them to begin with. Maybe if they’d ticked off the wrong person in a tavern or some collector wanted genuine Mandalorian armor, but that was all they could think of.

Whatever. Didn’t matter. Bounty or no, a hunter was still pissed off and trying to shoot them down.

The next time the ship jolted, both humans were thrown forward and into the console. Sam’s helmet smacked against it, easily protecting their skull from the impact.

Marvin…wasn’t so lucky. The helmet he’d rested on the console had fallen off and rolled away somewhere while its wearer crashed his unarmored head against the steering. He instantly fell limp in his seat.

“Marvin!” Argh, this is why you keep your helmet on unless you know you’re safe, Sam thought with gritted teeth as they lunged from their seat to drag Marvin out of his. Moving the far taller man into the seat behind the pilot’s was a struggle, but they eventually got the harness strapped snugly across his chest and took the pilot’s seat for themself.

Okay, okay, this was so much more complicated than the single-manned ships Sam had flown before, but. They could do this.

…They hoped?

Coruscant was close, their shield was holding, they could—

They grunted as another shot connected. Sam took control of the steering and accelerated the ship as much as it would go. Coruscant, Coruscant, get to Coruscant. Dammit, this shouldn’t even be happening, Marvin!

Sure, they’d both be laughing about it later, but—another shot connected—but it wasn’t exactly fun in-the-moment when they were left without a way to defend themselves.

Entering the atmosphere, Sam checked the blip on the radar. The hunter was still following.

Nearly crashing into a docking cargo ship, Sam swerved and brought the ship lower. Speeders were left nearly crashing into each other and buildings and pedestrians to avoid them as the Mandalorian ship flew far lower than it should have, as it took too-sharp turns that clipped an awning and knocked out the window of a shop, as it skidded to a jarring stop into the intersection of an alley with a nearly empty street.

Tripping over themself, Sam scurried out of their seat and to one of the lockers, fumbled with blasters and ammo. Over other vehicles, they couldn’t pinpoint which one, if any, belonged to the hunter, but they weren’t going to take any risks. One more peek at Marvin—still out cold—and they were slamming the release for the door. The ramp descended as it slid open and Sam risked a peek.

There it was. It was landing, blocking them in. There wasn’t enough space to turn around and leave the way they’d come, and the hunter hadn’t left enough room in the street to fly forward.

Great. Wonderful.

The hunter to exit the rival ship was Trandoshan, and he looked furious. Ah, even better…

Next time they sparred, Sam would have to be sure to knock Marvin on his back end for this one.

Kneeling just behind the exit and peeking around it at the hunter, Sam waited, watched, as the Trandoshan approached.

Deep breath, raising the blaster to their shoulder, one, two—

Sam jumped to their feet and out of the ship when the hunter started firing. One shot hit their shin, beskar easily protecting it as Sami tried to activate their jetpack. A blaster bolt hit it instead, and they were left scrambling to pull it off and throw it aside before it combusted.

Just as the device left their hand, they were being shot at again. Another bolt hit their pauldron, throwing them off-balance and ruining their shot.

They’d never faced a Trandoshan. He was stronger and more experienced than the young human; before Sam even knew what was happening, they were pinned with a clawed foot pressed against their throat. Gagging as they tried to suck in a breath, Sam wrapped their hands around the man’s ankle and tried in vain to shove it away, feet kicking in an attempt to strike the Trandoshan.

He hissed at them and growled…something. It was in Basic, but Sam’s mind wouldn’t register it.

They pounded on the man’s ankle, tried digging their nails into it but their gloved hands only slid against his scales without purchase. Their head started swimming; they couldn’t breathe.

Then, the weight was gone, and they were left gasping and coughing as both hands came up to clutch at their neck. When their vision stopped spinning, Sam sat up and crawled to where their blaster had fallen.

The Trandoshan was stalking back to his ship while spitting curses at… Huh. Someone else had decided to join the party.

A Bothan. Sam had never seen a Bothan in person before. They were shorter than they’d expected.

The Bothan had two Corellian hounds on thick leads; both were growling at the Trandoshan and looked moments away from attacking him. There was also an assassin droid crouched on the ramp to his ship with a blaster readied.

Sami swallowed, rubbed at their throat once more, then brought their blaster back up to their shoulder. The Bothan completely ignored them (though the droid took to aiming at them instead), opting instead to watch the bounty hunter until his ship finally took off.

When he did finally look to Sam, he rolled his eyes and spoke…Ithorese? to call the droid off.

“Hey, easy, man.” His Basic consisted of a thick accent, like Sam would expect an Ithorian to sound if their throat was shaped right to actually speak Basic. Throaty, growly? They weren’t sure how to describe it.

“Hello? Coruscant to Mando?”

Sam blinked and hesitantly relaxed their stance slightly, though kept their blaster poised.

“What? Is it your turn, now?”

“Hey, no need for hostilities. I hate hunters as much as the next guy. ‘Sides, we had nothin’ better to do than lend a hand.” He holstered his blaster and loosened the hounds’ leads. They looked more or less calm, now, but Sam still eyed them.

“What do you want?” Their eyes flicked over the man’s attire—loose, comfortable, easy to move in. At his droid—in good shape, but its parts looked like they’d been taken from multiple sources and not repainted to match each other. His ship—oh, that’s definitely a repurposed junker. Sam’s mouth twisted downward. Smuggler? “Lemme guess. Payment?”

“Look, buddy. If I’m being honest, I originally wanted to just hang back and scavenge whatever was left of your ship when that bounty hunter was done with ya. But my droid wanted to help out and it’s pretty hard to say no to him.”

Sam arched a brow skeptically. “…The assassin droid wanted to help?”

“Slink..? No, no! My astromech—he’s still on board.” His fur startled bristling slightly, eyes darting to the streets beyond. “Look, man, authorities are on their way ‘cause they don’t exactly take well to blaster fire. ‘Specially not in the city’s upper levels; probably gave a few rich folks heart attacks if I’m honest. But, ah…” he gestured for their ship, “you’re probably not gonna want to take off in that.”

Whether it had been Sam’s poor flying, the hunter’s shooting or…Sam’s jetpack. it had been Sam’s jetpack blowing up, hadn’t it? that had a fuel line leaking, they weren’t completely positive, but certainly had a good idea which of the three it was, if not a combination of all of them. They couldn’t help a frustrated groan.

“Yeah… Uh, look. It’ll probably be dragged off to a warehouse somewhere where you can either buy it back or steal it back. I could care less. I suggest taking your valuables out of it, planting a tracker, and going elsewhere for now.”

“Can’t you fix it?”

“Sure. Just not before police droids start showin’ up.” The Bothan clicked his tongue and turned to the assassin droid (Slink? Was that what he’d called it?) and started speaking in Ithorese again. The droid hummed and took the hounds from him, then disappeared into the junker. “Okay. Uh. I was gonna head off for Ryloth, but I could give ya a ride…wherever you needed to go, I guess?”

“I don’t—”

“Yeah, yeah, sure. Deal. Fuck my head…”

The Bothan looked momentarily surprised at the new voice. Sam just rolled their eyes and crossed their arms. There was Marvin with helmet tucked under one arm while his other hand rubbed at the welt in his head.

“You missed all the action,” Sam teased in their native tongue.

Marvin scoffed. “Just go get our weapons and credits.” Then, turning to the Bothan, he gave pause, thought for a moment; he didn’t know Basic as well as Sam or the other man did. Then, “If you could take us to Mandalore? I’ll pay you well for it. But try anything…” He rested a hand over the blaster on his hip.

“Sure. Whatever. Y’know I’m not stupid, right? Not puttin’ my dogs or crew at risk by pissin’ one of you off. Just get your stuff and hurry up.”

Weapons and credits collected, a tracker placed where it wouldn’t be found, then back to the junker.

Sam couldn’t help but eye it skeptically. “Is that thing even safe?”

“Pretty sure she’s the one standing while yours ain’t even fit for takeoff.”

“…Touché.”

The Bothan laughed at that. “C’mon, police are just about here.” He tapped an earpiece, then gestured at his ship. “I’ve got one of my droids watchin’ street cams—” he (or his droid) had hacked the city’s cameras? “—and we’re gonna be closed in on shortly.”

Sam cast one more look to his comrade. Marvin had slipped his helmet back on at some point, and only offered a shrug.

“I’m Chase, by the way,” the Bothan threw over his shoulder without looking at them. “Anything I can call you two?” Neither answered, to which he just snorted. “Eh, suit yourselves. Setting course for Mandalore.”

#fanfic #jacksepticeye #marvin the magnificent #septic eye sam #chase brody #star wars au #blitz indites #swearing /#guns /#mild violence /#choking /#i've...never actually written something from sam's pov??#let alone a humanized sam's??#hope it turned out all right ^^"#also i've always thought of sam as being sassy #so that paired with being fairly young here #makes for what you see of them in this au

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