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gh0stsp1d3r · 2 years ago

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hii!! i love your tangerine fics and i was wondering if you could write one where tangerine and the reader are enemies/rivals/can't stand each other and for some reason are sent on a mission together

they accomplish the mission but the reader is hurt and tangerine has to "patch" her up (not sure if it's the right word for that but i think you know what i mean) and maybe stich her up. while he's quietly scolding her for being irresponsible/getting hurt he notices that she's crying (maybe bc it's hurting or she's afraid of needles or both)

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You and the twins weren’t enemies exactly, more like rivals. Tangerine and his brother always somehow beat your number one spot in the agency. Whenever you got sent on a mission, they got sent on three. It was ridiculous, and they were clearly being favored.

So when they told you that you had to go with them on a mission, you feel like pulling your hair out. They’re asking you to stay with your rivals for a whole day!

“Just get the job done fast and you’ll be fine, girl. Plus, tangerine is like… fine as hell. I wouldn’t mind staying with him for a few days.” Your friend said while she took a sip of her milkshake.

‘ She wasn’t entirely wrong’ you thought, but quickly shook that thought away. “You’re not helping!”

Your friend shrugged “Sorry. Just saying the truth.”

You groaned and put your head on the table, you spotted something in the corner of your eye.

Tangerine and Lemon.

You side-eyed them while they came up to you and your friend.

“So, we’re going on a mission together?” Lemon asked.

“I guess so.” You mumbled.

“This is ridiculous. They can’t change it?”

“I already asked. Apparently it’s some hard mission that three of the best agents need to go on.” You mocked them.

“Great. Just fuckin’ perfect. C’mon, Lemon, we still gotta debrief.”

They walked away and you rolled your eyes and turned your head back to your friend.

“I mean, who actually debriefs? I just click yes to all the questions on the computer.” You rolled your eyes.

“Same. It’s just too annoying.”

“I mean, Why can’t we be partnered up? We’d be great partners.”

“I keep asking, but noooo.” She rolled her eyes.

“Fucking idiots.” You sighed.

——————-

The mission wasn’t too hard.

The three of you stalked the target, apparently it was some millionaire who was a gang member and a big deal. The rival gang leader saw him as a threat, and that’s why your here.

You looked through your sniper scope, and followed him with it. You put it down and turned to them, you threw crouched on a roof

He had lots of bodyguards, so it wasn’t gonna be too easy.

“Alright, so what do you say we do?” You said.

“I say we snipe them all from up here.” Lemon said, thinking better than his brother.

“I think we should just go down there and do OUR thing.” He emphasized the our, referring to him and Lemon.

You usually did long range, and you were better at snipers, which was your main weapon.

“Seriously? Now is not the time for this. There’s too much of them, and you’d be too outnumbered.”

“I’ve handled more than them by myself.”

“Yeah and you almost died.” Lemon snickered, his brother hit him in the arm.

“Jesus Christ. Would you both shut up?” You mumbled, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“So, what do you think we should do, Angel?”Tangerine scoffed.

The gears turned in your head as you thought. You grabbed out a piece of paper that you always had and a pen that you also always had.

“Why do you just have paper and a pen in your pockets?”

“Because I’m prepared to plan, unlike you.” You mumbled.

You started to draw out a plan.

“Okay, so this is you both.” You pointed to two circles with a T and a L, then you pointed to what was supposed to be a back door that was unguarded. And you continued with the plan, they understood and the plan begun.

You stayed up on the roof, while they went down and knocked out most the guards while you shot the others. They were on high alert, and you didn’t notice some of them look directly at you and sneak out from the other door.

One had come up behind you while you focused on the boss, then he came up behind you and stabbed you in the back. You yelled out in pain, and dropped your gun. He stabbed you again in your stomach once you turned around.

You quickly jumped on him, scratching him and punching his face repeatedly. You grabbed his knife that he had dropped on the ground and stabbed him in the heart, twisting it and then leaving it and standing up heaving.

You didn’t have time to worry about you bleeding out, and instead you immediately picked up your gun and looked around for the boss.

It wasn’t that hard to kill him once the people guarding him dropped to the ground and he was the only one left. He held out his gun, frightened. He finally saw you, you smiled to yourself and shot him before he could shoot you.

You put the gun away, putting it back into your bag behind you.

You sat down, breathing heavily. You took out a first aid kit from your bag, you didn’t realize how much you were really bleeding. You held your stomach and your head rolled back.

“Fuck…” you mumbled, looking at the blood on your hands now.

Tangerine and lemon came over to you, both worried.

“Oh shit. Alright.” Tangerine said, he sat next to you and slapped you so that you did not fall asleep.

Lemon handed him some bandages as tangerine lifted up your shirt, he grabbed some towel that was in the first aid kit and applied pressure on the wound. Once the bleeding somewhat stopped, he put a bandaid on it.

“He get you anywhere else, Angel?”

“My back.” You mumbled, pointing.

He mumbled something you didn’t hear and looked at your back, he lifted your shirt up and shook his head.

“That one’s not as bad, but still..” he put a large bandage on it.

“There’s a safe house not too far, we should probably head out.” Lemon said.

“Yeah.” Tangerine said, and held out his hand to help you stand up. You grabbed it and walked next to him.

“It’s not that bad, yeah?”

“Nah, I’ve had worse.” You said.

He chuckled. “Of course you have.”

——————

As soon as you got to the safe house, lemon was asleep.

Tangerine stayed up, he patched you up even more. You complained that it had hurt, and he had hesitantly agreed to let him take care of it even more.

He pulled off the bandages, and looked at the blood. He grabbed some rubbing alcohol and put it on the wounds, your shirt was off and you were left in your bra. If you currently weren’t hurting so much, you would’ve been embarrassed. But you weren’t.

You sucked in a breath as soon as the cold liquid hit your skin, it burnt and tangerine was focused.

“You’re so irresponsible. This is why I keep telling them explicitly that I don’t wanna do missions with you. You’re a good assassin, we just don’t work together-“

It burnt, it felt like your stomach was on fire almost! Your tears hit his arm and he looked up.

“Jesus Christ- Are you alright?”

“I’m fine. I don’t know why I’m crying.” You mumbled and wiped away the tears.

“Does it burn?”

"Yeah.”

“You’re crying because it burns?”

“Well… yeah.”

“You’re a top assassin, you’ve been shot and stabbed multiple times and you’re crying because rubbing alcohol burns?”

“Yes.” You laughed out, still crying.

He laughed quietly and shook his head. He continued cleaning it.

“I didn’t mean what I said. You’re not irresponsible. Just kinda wish I saw the bastard leaving soon so that I was in bed already.”

You laughed quietly “I’m sorry, about all this.”

“It’s alright.” He shrugged it off. He didn’t get much sleep either way.

And maybe, just maybe, this team would work out.

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meetmyothersouls · 1 year ago

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First Time for Everything

Chapter 2

Warnings: nightmares, vomiting, lots of talk of murder and vague mentions to cannibalism, strong language and imagery, I also changed this from second person to first person y/n (chapter one is in second person),

Snap-snap-snap

The sound grabs my attention, but I can’t focus on anything. It’s too dark. My eyes must’ve missed their chance to gradually adjust to complete darkness, allowing small shapes and figures to come into view. I can’t see shit. It’s a darkness I remember well but wish I didn’t. One that’s hungry and mean. It smells familiar. Like the scent of an unfortunate childhood.

Where am I?

Snap-snap-snap

It echos, bouncing off of walls that might as well be nonexistent. I squint my eyes, as if that will somehow make up for the lack of light in…wherever I am. Where’s the sound coming from? I turn my body. More darkness but this time there’s a door, only put into view by the light that’s shining from behind the frame, allowing the tiniest bit of soft yellow light to illuminate the darkness.

Snap-snap-snap

It’s louder now. More rapid and urgent. The light behind the door is interrupted by shadows. Four of them in what I realize are feet. Who do they belong to?

“She’s just a child,” a woman says. Her voice is soft and familiar.

“A child that needs to learn, Vanessa,” another familiar voice says. It’s one I should know. One I do know but I’ve locked in the farthest recesses of my mind. And Vanessa. I definitely knew a Vanessa.”

“Randall,” Vanessa warns. “Don’t hurt her.” She sounds nervous now and I find myself scooting on my ass desperate to get as far away from the door as possible.

Snap-snap-snap

This time the sounds are accompanied with something new. Shaking. I’m shaking. I can feel it.

“I’m not going to hurt her, dumb ass,” Randall says, his tone highly annoyed, like he’s talking to someone small and stupid and pathetic. “I’m going to teach her. A few minutes with me is all she’ll need.”

The door opens and I see Vanessa’s shadow on the wall as she leaves. Then Randall comes into view only I can’t see him. He’s just a massive shadow. A void in front of the yellow light of the hallway. He stands there menacingly, and I realize I’m still scooting away. I scoot, and scoot, and scoot but my back never presses against a corner or a wall or…anything. I'm trying so hard to get away, but I can’t. It’s like I’m moving backward on a treadmill with no end in sight. Then, the shadow lunges for me, his hands like claws fully extended and ready to-

“Y/N!”

Snap-snap-snap

I gasp and my eyes shoot open. I’m taking in gulps of air like I hadn’t even been breathing. I clutch my chest and sit up straight. It’s still dark but I can tell I’m in a car. Which is odd considering I’ve not been in a car in years.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” the man sitting in the drivers seat says. I know it’s Lee but my mind is fleeting so rapidly I can’t even look at him. I need to get out.

I jump, my heart pounding so quickly I feel like I’m about to vomit. I reach for the door handle of the moving car and pull.

“Whoa whoa whoa! Y/n, stop! Relax!” Lee's pulling me by my elbow which only makes me panic more.

“Let me out. Let me out. I gotta get out. Can’t breathe,” I say, gulping down air like it’s water.

“Okay, shit, I’ll pull over!”

He pulls over and I spill out of the car the before it’s fully stopped. I empty my stomach onto the ground as Lee puts the car into park. The car we stole. From the man he killed. And ate. Things start falling back into place and the events from earlier flood my brain. Lee slams his door, and I can hear his footsteps crunching against the gravel as he walks over to me. There’s still blood on his shirt. Immediately I gag, but nothing happens other than both sides of my ribcage painfully pressing together.

“Fuck,” Lee breathes out as if he’s exhausted. I look up at him and he’s running a hand through his hair. There’s blood caked under his fingernails. I gag again. “You good?”

“Your shirt,” I say though a shaky breath.

“What about it?”

“Can you get rid of it?”

“That’s the weirdest way I’ve been asked to get naked, but okay.”

“I don’t want to see you naked! Your shirt has blood on it from the man you killed!”

“ShhhHHH!!!” Lee shushes me. He’s starting to bring his filthy palm up to my face and I shake my head, baking away from him. “You can’t just scream that shit out loud, y/n, fuck.” Still, he takes off his shirt and laces it through a belt loop at his side. It won’ fix the disgusting state of his fingernails, but it will at least keep my gagging at bay. “And just so we’re clear, I killed him to save you. You’re welcome.”

Lee plops down onto the curb next to me. “You done puking? I wanna make sure I’m out of the splash zone.”

“I think I’m done,” I say, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. I sit next to him and realize we’re on a highway. A dead one. It’s dark but not too dark, I can see my surroundings, which is nothing but highway for miles in between dense forest on both sides. Cicadas and crickets chirp in unison filling the night with their song. That’s enough to tell me we’re still in North Carolina.

“What was all that?” Lee asks.

“All what?”

“Well you whimpering in your sleep for starters.”

“I wasn’t whimpering!” I answer too quickly and way too defensively.

“Okay whatever the fuck it was, what was it?”

“I had a nightmare I think.”

Lee fishes a single cigarette from his pocket and lights it. “Damn,” he says after taking a long drag from it. He blows the smoke in the opposite direction of me. “Wanna talk about it?”

I open my mouth, then close it. I get nauseous even thinking of the pitch black room, the hauntingly familiar smell and voices. And the shadows. “Where are we?”

“About an hour away from Asheville,” Lee says, not seeming to mind my sudden change of subject. “Smoke?” He asks, holding his cigarette out to me between his thumb and index finger.

“Your hands are filthy.”

Lee takes his cigarette back and laughs. “You always this uptight?”

“Only after I see a man eat another human.”

“Ah you’re still stuck on that?”

“Of course I’m stuck on that! It’s not exactly normal, you know.”

“And yet you still got into a car with me. A stolen one at that.” Lee arches an eyebrow at me and smirks.

“Well, you saved me so.”

“So what?”

“I don’t know,” I say and stand back up. He’s getting on my nerves and I don’t know why.

“You and I,” Lee says straining his words as he stands up with me, “we’re not that different.”

“Oh yes we are.”

“Not really. Watch. You’ll see.”

“What do you mean ‘you’ll see’?”

Lee walks back to the car. He opens the door and stands on the the inside, resting his elbow on the hood of the car. “You hungry?”

I haven’t moved from my spot on the side of the road. I must have quite the expression on my face because he smirks at me again. And even though he’s filthy and a murderer I’m doing everything I can not to admit that he’s extremely attractive. I can’t get close to anyone. Definitely not someone like him. “What do you mean ‘you’ll see’?” I demand, I cross my arms and stand my ground.

Lee rolls his eyes, “I just mean you’ll see. Now come on, I want waffles and maybe a steak.”

Food sounds revolting to me right now. I don’t move.

“Jesus, y/n, what? You have somewhere else to go?”

I hate how he uses my name like he knows me so well. I hate that him saying my name at all does something to me it shouldn’t. He’s a murderer.

“Look,” Lee says pointing ahead of us into nothingness. “You can head that way into bum fuck nowhere or you can go back that way and go visit our little friend-well what’s left of him-back in that dumpster in Charlotte. And lemme tell ya, where there’s one of that guy, there’s hundreds. Walking around lurking in the shadows and you don’t even know they’re there or what they are until it’s too late. Or you can come with me. What’s it gonna be, y/n.”

He’s looking at me expectantly, knowing he’s already won. I sigh and make my way back to the car. I step over the mess I made and plop into the dirty passenger seat. We drive in silence for at least thirty minutes before Lee speaks up again. “Look, y/n, I’m not forcing you to come with me. If you’ve got somewhere to be or someplace you want me to drop you off just tell me, I’ll take you there.”

I look over at him, but he’s focused on the road, his dirty hands gripping the steering wheel. “Where are you going anyway?” I ask.

Lee shrugs, “I was gonna stop in Asheville first.”

“Why?”

Now he looks over at me. “I love it there.” He smiles and it’s a genuine one and I have to look away because it damn near melts my heart. “But if you want me to take you some place else first, I will.”

I sigh, looking at the blurry trees zipping by. I hope in my next life I’m a tree. “I don’t have anyone. Or anywhere to go.”

“No family?”

“No. Well none that give a shit about me.”

“No friends?”

“No.”

We’re both silent again, but it’s not the bad kind. It’s the kind that I’m comfortable with. And I can tell that he is too. Silence is golden.

“I knew it,” Lee finally says.

“Knew what?” I ask, taking my gaze away from the blur of trees to look at him again.

Lee turns and smiles at me, but this time I don’t look away. “That you’re a loner like me.”

We stare at each other for what feels like too long. Then, Lee shakes his head breaking out stare as he eases on the breaks and pulls into a Waffle House parking lot.

“Hope you like Waffle House,” Lee says as he clicks off his seatbelt. He walks around the car and opens my door for me, the action itself jarring. No one’s ever opened a door for me. I shove that thought to the back of my head, in a sad attempt to not let it do anything to me. He’d do that for anyone.

We scooted into a booth, Lee sitting across from me. “My sister and I used to come here all the time.”

I only nod as I look at the menu, choosing not to ask any follow up questions to his statement so that I don’t have to talk about my family in return.

“You got any siblings?”

I fight back a sigh. “Nope. Only child.”

“Really? Your childhood must’ve been lonely. My sister and I-”

The waitress, an old woman with frizzy blonde hair, shocking red lipstick and a name tag that read Deborah in handwritten cursive comes up to our table. She smacks her gum loud and I can see the lime green wad as she flicks it around with her tongue. As much as I am grateful she interrupted Lee’s family talk, I have to look away to keep myself from gagging. “What are you getting?”

“I’ll have the four waffles and a T-bone, medium rare, and a coffee. Black,” Lee says, practically salivating. Then looks over to me.

“Oh. Uh. I’ll just have a coffee I think.”

Deborah blows a massive bubble with her gum and looks at me like there’s got to be more to my order.

“I’ll give her one of my waffles,” Lee winks and hands Deborah our menus.

Deborah rolls her eyes and pockets her pen and note pad. Seconds later she brings back two steaming mugs of coffee. Lee drinks is straight apparently while I dump five sugars into mine and four of the tiny cups of creamer. In what seems like not long enough to cook an entire steak and four waffles, Deborah’s back in five minutes with Lee’s food and an extra plate for me. “Enjoy,” she says in a tone that sounds more like she hopes we choke on it. My stomach turns at the sight of the plate. Lee’s steak is sitting in a pool of brownish-red liquid. The bottom waffle in the stack of four is soggy with the blood and liquid that seeped out of the steak as it cooked. I look into my coffee to escape the sight.

“So-”

“Please tell me you’re going to wash your hands.”

Lee smirks. “Right. Of course. Be right back. That top waffle is for you if you want it.”

I wait until he’s in the bathroom to get up and grab a few of the pamphlets and maps in the stands at the front of the restaurant. For some reason knowing exactly where I am and where we could be going is grounding for me. I feel calmer, more in control. There are broachers for nearby landmarks and attractions. Gatlinburg, Tennessee, Dollywood, a zoo that’s a about an hour from this restaurant, a Georgia aquarium and various museums, several maps of the Smokey Mountains, and like Lee mentioned, Asheville, North Carolina. I grab them all. When I get back to the table, Lee is already seated and digging into his steak. He's already slid the top waffle onto my plate.

“Doing some research?” Lee asks with a mouthful of steak.

“Just like to know what’s around,” I admit.

He stops chewing and smiles, the meat a ball inside of his cheek. “Don’t trust me?”

I slide into my seat and poke at my waffle. “I’m not sure it’s safe to trust anyone.”

“But me specifically. Right now, you don’t trust me.”

I shrug. “Should I?”

“Are you afraid I’m gonna eat ya?”

I look around before ducking my head “I don’t think we should talk about this in public."

"It's 2:30 in the morning, y/n, no one's here but us and Deborah. Think about it, if I wanted to do something to you, anything, I could have by now. But you're sitting here in this fine establishment with me and you're not the one in a plastic bag in some random dumpster."

"You want me to trust you?"

Lee flashes me that stupid fucking smirk I'm starting to like a lot as he shoves a piece of steak in his mouth. "I'd like it if you did, yeah."

I poke at my waffle before grabbing the pitcher like container of butter pecan syrup and pour it on my plate. I look up and Lee isn't eating anymore. He's still got his knife and his fork in each hand but he's looking at me. Waiting. "Then explain it to me."

"Which part?"

"All of it."

Lee pushes his half-eaten plate to the side. He grabs all the condiments from our table as well as the salt and pepper shakers and pushes them into the center.

"I am so glad you asked. Allow me to demonstrate."

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dreamwritesimagines · 4 years ago

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Burn The Witch 4 - Making Believe [Bucky Barnes x Reader]

A.N: Thank you so much for your wonderful support and feedback my loves ! ❤ Here’s the next chapter, I hope you like it as well and please let me know what you think! ❤ Thank you! ❤❤❤

Warnings: Enemies to lovers, fake dating, mentions of blood, sex, violence, death, manipulation, language, guns, knives.

Summary: A lot can happen in a coffee shop.

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Considering all the missions your superiors had sent you, this wasn’t the first one to make you end up with a gunshot wound, but it was the first one that you were assigned to seduce the target and ended up with a gunshot wound as a first impression.

Now that you had met Bucky, the next step would be easier. You just hoped he wouldn’t suspect something was up like General kept warning you about, so you had to make sure to memorize every single detail of your cover story.

Instead of being a trained assassin, you were now working in a milkshake shop.

Instead of having lived there your whole life, you were now clueless about the city since you had recently moved there.

Instead of liking horror movies, you now loved rom-coms.

New identity, new apartment, new car, new everything. It was as if the real you had never existed, but none of that was your biggest issue right now.

It was your new uniform for the milkshake shop.

“Jesus Christ,” you muttered to yourself, looking in the mirror before fixing your skirt. Even after a week, you still weren’t used to wearing it, the uniform was some sort of a retro diner waitress costume with red and white stripes, cinched waist and a white apron over the short skirt. “I’m going to kill whoever picked this after I’m done with the mission.”

“Y/N?” Chloe called out from the living room, “Come on, we need to go over everything for today.”

You ran a hand over your face and walked to the living room to find your two best friends sprawling on the couch. Keith let out a laugh as soon as he saw you in that outfit, but managed to hide it by pressing his fist on his lips while Chloe kicked at his boot.

“I didn’t say anything!” He held up his hands, “Will you break my phone again if I take a picture?”

“Yeah,” you pointed at him, “I will, so don’t even.”

“We need to go over the plan,” Chloe said, “Today is the day you accidentally run into Barnes, he’ll be at that coffee shop.”

“How do you know where he will be?”

Chloe scoffed, “Hello? I’m a genius hacker?”

Keith sat up straighter, turning the pages of your file.

“Okay so,” he said, “You guys will probably make some small talk, let’s have some practice. Pretend I’m Bucky, how will you talk about yourself?”

“We don’t need to practice it, it’s not my first rodeo,” you reminded him “I got this.”

“Y/N, no offense but he isn’t some clueless civilian okay? The guy was going after targets before you or your parents were born for that matter. The tiniest mistake could tip him off.”

“He has a point.”

“Fine,” you sighed, fixing your nametag, “Let’s practice then.”

Keith took a deep breath and cleared his throat, “Look at that, we ran into each other again.”

You frowned at his deep voice, “Bucky doesn’t sound like one of those robots in the Terminator, Keith.”

“I’m in the zone, just go with it,” he said as offered you his hand, and you shook it.

“Yeah, hi again.”

“I haven’t seen you around here before.”

“Oh that’s normal, I just moved here. A month ago.”

“You just moved here?” he repeated “Really? Did you get used to the city yet?”

“A little.”

“I bet your family misses you.”

“Not really, I grew up with my grandmother. She passed away last year.”

“Any siblings?”

“No.”

Keith raised his brows, “Can you be less specific?”

“Keith—“

“You’re not acting like a civilian right now, you’re acting like a spy who has been forced to socialize and he will see right through that,” he told you. “You have to give him more details, civilians talk about themselves a lot.”

“It’s true,” Chloe said, “Once I was in this speed dating thing and just- don’t ask. They don’t stop talking about themselves.”

Keith pursed his lips only for a moment, stealing a look at Chloe before turning to you,

“Let’s try again. Any siblings?”

You rolled your eyes, “Unfortunately not. I’m an only child but when I was a kid, I kept begging my parents for a sister. My mom asked me what would happen if I got a brother, apparently I went like “but mommy, you can give him back then!””

“There we go, embarrassing childhood memories,” Keith grinned, “Good idea.”

You checked your wristwatch, “I gotta run,” you said, “You guys can see yourselves out.”

“I was actually hoping I could stay a little more,” Chloe said, “To make this place look a bit more appropriate. I suppose you’ll bring him here at some point?”

You pulled your brows together, looking around. “Yeah, so? There’s a bedroom.”

“Ever the romantic, this one,” Keith said and Chloe shook her head,

“Y/N, he needs to see something personal otherwise he might get suspicious.”

You pursed your lips, deep in thought, “You mean like sex toys?”

“Oh Jesus…”

“Contrary to popular belief, when people say they want to see something personal, they don’t refer to sex toys.” Keith stated helpfully, “That being said, we’re all screwed if you end up falling for a civilian, you have no idea how to act like one.”

“I meant personal as in stuff to make your place look more homely,” Chloe explained, “Things from your cover’s past that show him we didn’t fabricate this whole identity.”

“Even if we did,” Keith mumbled under his breath and she nodded.

“Even if we did. He needs to see something personal when he comes here, like…” she motioned at the walls, “Like your childhood pictures or your art projects from when you were seventeen.”

“I was learning how to use a pencil as a knife when I was seventeen, Chloe.”

“Exactly. Just let me handle it, I’ve been watching so many makeover shows lately.”

You shrugged your shoulders, “Knock yourself out,” you said, “I have milkshakes to fill, see you guys later.”

“Go get him tiger!”

“You got this!” Chloe called out as you walked to the door, “Just be confident and your milkshake will bring all the ex-assassins to the yard!”

You let out a small laugh, then closed the door behind you before throwing your shoulders back and going down the stairs.

***

Approaching the target as your training taught you had to have certain steps. You couldn’t just implant yourself in their life, you had to wait until they thought it was their choice to include you in their lives. Sometimes it took more time than you had patience for, but in the end it was worth it.

Seeing that Bucky Barnes was no civilian, every single step had to be checked twice.

Well the uniform would help the mission, at least a little.

A distracted target was a good target.

You lowered the binoculars before pushing them into your purse and fixing the apron wrapped around your waist. Bucky was sitting with Sam at the coffee shop and they seemed to be in a deep discussion, not even aware of what was going on around them. You took a deep breath and approached the door before you pushed it, then slowly made your way to the barista.

“Hi, can I get a cappuccino please? Small.” You smiled at her and went to the counter on the right to wait for your order. Out of the corner of your eye you could see Sam looking at you with a frown before saying something to Bucky, nodding in your direction. You kept your eyes on the counter, rocking back and forth on the balls of your feet before you scratched around the tape of the bandage over the bullet wound absentmindedly.

Come on…. you thought Come on, approach me already, just come here….

“Here you go, miss.”

“Thank you,” you said, taking the cup off the counter before you started pouring sugar into it just to stall, and finally heard someone clear their throat behind you.

Bingo.

You looked over your shoulder and turned around, your jaw dropping.

“Come on,” you let out a giggle, “Is this real?”

Bucky smiled slightly and pursed his lips together as if he wasn’t familiar with the gesture, “Uh…hi.”

“Hi!” you said, your voice way too high pitched for a moment, “Wow. We meet again, my hero.”

His smile widened and he rubbed the back of his neck, “How’s your arm?”

“Healing,” you ran a finger over the tape of the bandage, “I didn’t die, that’s something. But the doctor said that was the worst bullet wound he had ever seen in his life.”

Bucky frowned, “Wait, really?”

“No, I’m just trying to look badass,” you admitted, making him chuckle, “They didn’t even think it needed stitches.”

“Ah,” he said and motioned at your uniform, “So you’re a…?”

You scrunched up your nose in what you hoped to be a cute manner and shot him an abashed look, “I know. I thought the exact same thing when I first saw myself in it.”

“I doubt that,” he mumbled more to himself and you tilted your head, batting your lashes.

“Hm?”

“Nothing,” he said quickly, “So the uniform?”

“I work at this milkshake shop just around the corner,” you said, “Apparently retro shops are popular nowadays. It’s supposed to look like this pin up style— can you tell me what’s wrong with the dress so that I can tell the owner what a ridiculous idea it is?”

He opened his mouth and closed it again, looking you up and down, “I don’t- it’s-“ he stammered “You know, it was such a long time ago. I think it looks perfectly fine.”

“Does it?”

“Absolutely.”

You grinned at him, “Well in any case, you should drop by sometime. Milkshakes are better than the uniform, I promise.”

“Yeah?”

You nodded, “Yeah! I would’ve invited you sooner but by the time I was done at the hospital you had already left, and they also told me you paid for the whole thing and the taxi, so…”

“Don’t worry about it,” he waved a hand, “It’s nothing.”

You bit down on your lip, “If you don’t mind me asking,” you said softly, “Why did you leave in a hurry? I mean obviously you didn’t have to stay, I’m sure you’re very busy and—“

“No no, it’s nothing like that,” Bucky cut you off, “I just didn’t want you to think you owed me anything, that’s all.”

“Huh,” you clicked your tongue, “I see. I was wondering what the catch was, didn’t have to wait that long. That’s good to know.”

He raised his brows, amused for some reason, “What’s the catch?”

“You’re too much of a gentleman.”

“Is that a bad thing?”

“Not really,” you taunted him “Just unfamiliar.”

His gaze lingered on you as you took a sip of your coffee, keeping your eyes on him.

“I hope you got home safe though,” he said after a beat and you thought for a moment.

“I did, and now I know to stay away from dark alleys in New York,” you said, “Lesson learned I’d say.”

“You’re not from around here?”

“I- no, I actually moved here just a month ago,” you said, “I grew up in a small town, we didn’t really have robbers or anything. And I managed to get mugged within the first thirty days in a big city. A true New York experience, I feel like I belong here already.”

“Your folks must be losing their minds if you attract trouble that fast in the city.”

“No one is losing their minds, it’s just me,” you said and when you saw his quizzical glances, you felt the need to explain. “I grew up with my grandma and I lost her a year ago, so…”

“I’m sorry.”

“Ah it’s okay,” you said, “She wouldn’t want me to live in sadness, she told me that herself. You can’t focus on what ifs, you know? We just decide what to do with the time left for us and that’s it. Past would drive all of us crazy otherwise.”

He looked almost surprised at your take on loss and when you saw the soft light in his eyes, you knew you had just hit jackpot.

“You’re a glass half full kind of person, huh?”

Nope, I’m more of a “use the glass as a weapon” kind of person.

“Yeah,” you said, “There are enough pessimists in the world, and they don’t need me within their ranks. No one really did anything nice by thinking the worst anyways.”

“Oh you were definitely not raised here.”

Your jaw dropped, “You know what Mr. Barnes, I’d take that as an offense but lucky for you, you saved me the other day, so I’ll let that slide.”

“Mm hm,” He looked like he was struggling with himself not to laugh, “Lucky me.”

You narrowed your eyes at him playfully, then checked your wristwatch.

“I should probably go, my boss cares a lot about punctuality,” you said, “But is it okay if I gave you my number?”

He stared at you for a couple of seconds as if he couldn’t believe you.

“Wait- really?”

“I mean I was going to wait until you asked me, but apparently you’re too much of a gentleman,” you joked as he hastily grabbed his phone from his pocket and handed it to you. You typed in your number, then saved it.

Y/N (The Milkshake Girl)

Bucky tilted his head, his brows furrowed, “What, you didn’t think I’d recognize your name?”

“Well it’s better to be safe than sorry,” you joked, “Besides you should really come by sometime. We have the best chocolate milkshakes. It’s on the house.”

He smiled, “I will.”

You took a step, then held your breath and turned around as if you had just remembered something.

As if it wasn’t all practiced.

“But not after 4 on Mondays and Wednesdays,” you said, “I volunteer at the soup kitchen then.”

That light in his eyes was almost gentle, as if he was worried he could hurt you just by looking at you, but couldn’t stop himself from doing so.

“I’ll see you not after 4 on Mondays and Wednesdays then,” he said and you giggled, then turned around and walked to the door. Sam was watching you with a small, proud grin on his lips so you waved at him and left the coffee shop, still holding the warm cup tightly in your hand.

As soon as you were sure you were out of their sight, you dropped the smile, exhaled a relaxed breathe and grabbed your phone to touch the contact on the screen.

“I’m sorry, our delivery service is down right now,” the voice said and you scratched around the tape on your arm before telling her the code;

“That’s okay, I can wait until the rain stops.”

There was a click on the other line and soon enough you heard the assistant’s voice.

“Hello?”

“This is Shrike, put me through the General.”

“Of course, a second please,” she said and you tossed the cup into the garbage can, then General’s voice reached you.

“Shrike?”

“Sir, I just called to inform you that I’ve contacted the target for the second time,” you said, “Everything is going according to plan, my report will be on your desk by tonight.”

“He didn’t suspect anything?”

“No sir.”

“Okay,” he said, “Don’t move too fast, alright? We don’t want to spook him.”

“Of course.”

“And Shrike?” he said, “Good job.”

A smile lit up your face, “Thank you sir,” you said and hung up, closing your eyes and leaning back to the wall.

“Okay,” you whispered to yourself, “You got this, he’s just another target. Let the games begin.”

Chapter 5

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girlwiththereapertattoo · 4 years ago

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begin again - part two

Jax Teller x female!Reader

Summary: Y/N is back in Charming and gets a visit from a ghost of her past.

Word count: 2,5k words

Warnings: Bad language and a mention of a family member’s death (I can’t think of other warnings but feel free to point them out)

Author's note: For reference of Y/N’s childhood home, this is the house I was picturing. It’s only the exterior, you can go wild with the interior. HERE

Beta read by @crucifixedbitch

PART ONE

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Four Years Later

Never in a million years did you think you’d find yourself back in Charming and yet here you are. Life happens though and certain situations are out of your control, like the passing of your mother. You came back for her funeral, and since you’re her only surviving family, you’ve been left with the task of taking care of her affairs, including the selling of your childhood home. You look around, taking in the messy sight before you.

Stacked boxes fill the small, relatively empty, kitchen space. Eventually, all these boxes will end up in storage until you figure out what it is that you want to do with them. A costly decision, but there’s no way you’re lugging them back to Charlotte with you, and apparently, no one’s looking to buy used furniture in Charming.

“Mommy?”

A sleepy S/N’s standing at the entryway clutching his favorite toy in one hand whilst the other rubs his eyes. He shuffles over to you and throws both arms around your legs then buries his little face in them.

“Hey, ace! How was your nap?”

“It was good.” His voice comes out muffled and small. “Mommy, can we watch a movie?”

You scoop him into your arms and spin him around before you set him on your hip. “I’ve got a better idea,” you press a loving kiss to his forehead and hug him to your chest. “Why don’t we leave the house for a bit? We deserve a break from all this packing, don’t you think?”

He perks up. “Can we get ice cream? Please.”

“Ice cream… with sprinkles!”

The suggestion earns you a double kiss to the cheek and the title of ‘Best Mom in the World’! Once you set him down, he dashes out of the kitchen and down the hall to the bedroom to grab his shoes. In the meantime, you grab your keys and purse from the breakfast table and wait for him at the front door.

“Ace?”

After a stretched pause, he calls back.

“Is everything okay?”

Concerned, you make your way down the hall and find a frustrated S/N sitting on the bedroom floor, struggling to fasten his sandals.

“Need a little help with that, ace?”

He shakes his head with a huff. “I can do it myself.”

You know better than to push him when he gets this way and so you patiently wait. It takes him a moment but he gets it done, and he looks quite pleased with himself.

“Do you have everything?”

“Yep.” He makes his way over to you and links his fingers with yours, “Do you have everything?”

You chuckle. “Yes, I do.”

You say a little prayer as you leave the house — may you not run into SAMCRO.

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A lot has changed since the last time you were here. Most of the small shops and restaurants have been shut down or replaced, including Hanna’s Diner, which has now been replaced by Benny’s, a fifties-themed diner. Cringe. It’s not really your style but S/N insists on eating here because the servers are on roller skates. Wanting to be inconspicuous, you ask to be seated in a booth on the far end of the restaurant.

Your waiter hands you a menu and gives S/N a picture to color in and a cup of Crayons. You order yourself a beverage, a milkshake for S/N, and whilst you wait for your order to arrive, you help S/N color in his picture. You’re engrossed in the task, joking about with your son, when your name is suddenly called by a familiar voice. Your heart lurches in your chest, a shiver traveling down your spine at the recognition — Gemma fucking Teller.

“Shit,” you murmur.

You focus your attention on your son, hoping she gets the message loud and clear: you’re not looking to make conversation with her. As her heels click towards you, you heavily regret leaving your house today. What were you thinking? Charming’s such a small town, you were bound to bump into a ghost of your past and it just had to be Gemma. She stops beside your table but still, you keep your head down.

“Jesus Christ, it really is you.”

Left with no choice, you force yourself to look up at the woman who once made your life miserable. “Gemma, hi.”

She smiles but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. “Hi, sweetheart. I thought you might be back in town. I heard about your mother, I’m so sorry.”

“Thank you. I appreciate you coming over,” you muster a smile.

Gemma glances down at S/N who’s engrossed in his coloring. She looks back at you. “Cute kid. Is he yours?”

“Yeah, he is.”

“Who’s the dad?”

You look away from her. “I think you should leave, Gemma.”

“It’s Jax, isn’t it?”

Your silence is all the confirmation she needs.

“Does he know?”

“Gemma,” you plead. “Don’t do this.”

“He deserves to be in his son’s life, Y/N.”

“Oh, spare me the crap.”

She opens her mouth, preparing to fire back at you but you cut her off.

“We’re not doing this, Gemma. Not now, not ever.” You abruptly rise from your seat with a huff and grab S/N. “I’m only going to tell you this once, stay the hell away from me and my family.”

You slam the money that you owe for the drinks you ordered — but didn’t get to enjoy — onto the table, and march out of the diner.

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“Come on, ace, it’s bedtime.”

“But Mom!” he protests, throwing his head back and whines. “Only five more minutes. Please.”

S/N’s nighttime routine’s simple: bathtime before dinner, he’s allowed twenty minutes television time after dinner, then he’s got to brush his teeth, and once he’s in bed, you read him a bedtime story. It’s the same routine every night, with a few exceptions, and yet every night is the same struggle.

“We can’t keep doing this, ace.”

His eyes remain fixed on the television screen, lips parted, completely entranced.

“Ace..?”

He slowly tears his eyes from the screen, his face splitting into a toothy grin, “Yes, Mommy?”

“It’s bedtime.”

It looks like he might object, negotiate more time, but with a defeated sigh, he slides off the couch and walks over to where you’re standing. Together, you make your way to the bathroom for S/N to brush his teeth. He’s just rinsed out his mouth when light knocking sounds from the door.

“Who’s that?”

You shrug, “Probably one of Gammy’s friends coming to check on us. Why don’t you go to the bedroom to pick a book to read, okay?”

He climbs off his step stool and leaves the bathroom. The knocking sounds again and you announce that you’re coming. You open the door to find Jax Teller standing on the other side with his hands shoved deep in his jean pockets. A stunned expression flashes across his face as he takes in your appearance.

“Hey.”

“Jackson, hi.” You step out onto the porch and pull the door behind you, leaving it ajar. “What are you doing here?”

Well, that’s rude. You don’t intend for your question to come out so curt and direct but what the hell is he doing at your door? Gemma, it’s got to be Gemma, and if he’s been talking to Gemma, then he must have questions. Questions you’re not entirely ready to give him answers to. You just wish he’d picked a better time to drop by.

“I, uh, heard you were in town and I thought I’d come by to see you before you left.”

“Uh, thanks. I–”

“Mommy! Mommy!” S/N yanks the door open before you can stop him and joins you on the porch, quickly retreating behind you when he sees the man at the door. With a small voice, he tells you, “I found a book to read.”

“You did?”

He nods, his eyes fixed on Jax.

“Good.” You pick him up off the floor and press a kiss to his cheek, “Go wait in the bedroom, okay? Mommy will be there in a minute.”

You set him on the ground and he scurries back into the house, leaving you alone with Jax once again.

“I can come back another time if y–”

“No, come in.” You catch yourself off guard. Why the hell are you inviting him into your home? “Unless you’re in a hurry. I just need to put S/N to bed and I shouldn’t be long…”

“Do what you gotta do, I’ll wait.”

You let him in and he makes his way over to the living room. In the bedroom, S/N has already tucked himself under the covers and he’s paging through the book, reading from memory.

“Are you ready for storytime, ace?”

He turns to you. “Is the man gone?”

“No,” you make your way over to the bed, “he’s still here.”

“Is he Gammy’s friend?”

You chuckle as you settle on the bed beside him and press a long kiss to the top of his head. You accept the book that he hands to you and read the title aloud, “A Tiger In Space by Micki Lee.”

He nuzzles into you, his head resting on your arm as he listens to you read for him, occasionally chiming in to comment on the illustrations.

“Goodnight, ace,” you press a final kiss to his forehead, “sweet dreams, I love you.”

“Goodnight, Mommy,” he yawns and shuts his eyes.

You quietly make your way out of his bedroom, leaving his nightlight on, and make your way to the living room, bracing yourself for what’s to come. You find Jax on the couch, fiddling with his pocket chain. When he hears you walk in, his head jerks up.

“Hey.”

“Hi.”

“I’m sorry about your mom.”

You stand awkwardly, unsure of how to handle yourself. And to think the man has seen you naked. “It’s alright.”

“How long you in town?”

“Not long,” you shuffle your feet. “I have to take care of a few things before I head back. I’m putting the house up for sale.”

“Well if you need anything…”

“I know who to call. I appreciate the offer.” You give him a tight smile, “I’ll definitely keep it in mind.”

“Anyway,” he pushes onto his feet, “I should get going.”

A wave of relief washes over you as you walk him to the front door, glad that the awkwardness was coming to an end. “Thank you for stopping by.”

“It was good seeing you.”

“Likewise,” you open the door, and with a final smile, you bid him farewell.

“I guess I’ll see you around.” He steps out onto the porch and turns to you. “I’d really like to be a part of the kid’s life.”

You’re stunned speechless, unsure of how to respond to his request but you don’t have to. Jax turns and makes his way back to the tow truck parked outside your house. You watch him drive off, frozen in place, and as you shut the door, you wish you’d said more to him.

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Jax’s sudden reappearance in your life has you off-kilter and for a good portion of the next day, you don’t exactly know what to do with yourself. You’re overcome by a wave of emotions, inundated with the memories of the girl you once were. It feels like a lifetime ago but it’s only been four years. Jesus. Your love was epic, meant to last lifetimes, but shit doesn’t always go according to our plans.

In the years you’ve been apart, so much has happened. Your mother would often give you updates on Jax and the Sons. News of his incarceration affected you more than you cared to admit because a part of you always hoped that he’d see the light and distance himself from the club. ‘It’s a good thing you got away when you did, he’s a violent man. You had no future with him,’ your mother would remind you every chance she got.

You stare down at the vibrating phone that rests on the couch next to you, your boyfriend’s name glaring back at you. Worn out, you toy with the idea of allowing his call to go through to voicemail, for the fifth time this evening, but it’ll only bite you in the ass.

“Babe, hey.”

“Jesus, Y/N, where the hell have you been? I thought we agreed that you’d call me at eight.”

“I’m sorry, I was clearing out the basement and the service’s really bad down there.”

You lean into the couch, bracing yourself for an outburst that never comes. Instead, he asks about your day and S/N. He tells you that he misses you, and offers to fly to Charming to assist you with the packing. He also tells you about the puppy he saw today and how he immediately thought of S/N.

“The house feels empty when you’re not here,” he concludes.

“We miss you too. Especially S/N.” B/N came into your life shortly after S/N was born, he’s the only father he knows. “I don’t think he likes Charming very much.”

“I don’t blame him. When are you coming back?”

“Next week, I hope.”

At that moment, you hear the loud rumble of a motorcycle pulling up onto your driveway and you just know it’s Jax.

“Honey, I hate to cut this short but someone’s just pulled onto the driveway.”

“At this hour?”

“Can I call you in the morning?”

“Is it safe?”

“It’s probably a friend of my mom’s.”

A light knock sounds at the door.

“I don’t like this.”

“I promise to call you in the morning. I love you, goodnight.”

You hang up before you catch his response and toss the phone back onto the couch. Jax has his back turned to you when you open the door.

“Jax?”

He turns around and flashes you a heartwarming smile. “I hope I didn’t wake you.”

“No,” you return his smile and step out to join him on the porch, “is everything okay?”

A serious expression settles on his face, “We need to talk, Y/N.”

It’s about S/N, you just wish he’d let it go already. “Jax, I–”

“Hear me out.”

You sigh, “Fine.”

“Look, you don’t have to tell him that I’m his old man but I’m sure he’s getting restless with no friends. He can always spend time with Abel.”

“Jax–”

“I just want to get to know my kid better, Y/N, that’s it.”

After a long pause, you ask, “You’re not going to back down from this, huh?”

He chuckles, “No, not really.”

“I’ve got conditions.”

“I’m all ears.”

“The playdate happens here.”

“Alright.”

“And you can’t stay long.”

“Fine by me.”

“And no Gemma,” you cross your arms over your chest, “you can’t tell her about this arrangement.”

“That’s it?”

“Yes. Bring Abel tomorrow around noon, he can have lunch with us. He got any allergies?”

Jax’s smile widens, “None. Thank you for agreeing to this.”

“You left me with no choice.”

“I mean it, Y/N, I appreciate it.” He leans over to press a kiss to your cheek. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You roll your eyes. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

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PART THREE

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dontcare77ghj · 4 years ago

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Breaking The Fourth Wall

Wanda x reader x Vision

Wanda awoke to an empty bed and sunlight blinding her.

"Look, we've all been there, right?" Wanda chuckled as she sat on a chair in Vision's dressing gown. "Letting our fear and anger get the best of us, intentionally expanding the borders of the false world we created." Wanda wondered.

Wanda let out a sigh as she laid in bed at the image of soldiers running in fear, and screaming invaded her mind before pulling the covers over her head.

"Mama, are you coming down soon?" Tommy asked as he and his siblings rushed into her bedroom.

"Mama, our game is freaking out!" Billy exclaimed.

"The systems keep changing!" Luna recalled.

"Is she asleep?" Tommy wondered after their mother stayed quiet.

"Mama's not sleeping, honey," Wanda announced. "She's just resting her eyes." She said from under the covers.

"Kids, what did I say about bothering your Mama?" Y/N asked as she entered the bedroom. "I told you that she's not feeling well."

"But, Mom, my head feels weird. It's, like, really noisy. I don't like it." Billy told Y/N.

"Resting her eyes," Wanda repeated as Y/N pulled Billy in for a hug.

"It's okay, sweetheart. C'mon, kids, Mama's not feeling well. Let's let her rest, and find you something for your head, Billy." Y/N said as she ushered the kids out of the room.

"I feel like an ass," Y/N admitted, sitting in the living room. "I want to take care of Wanda, I do, but at the moment, I'm the only functioning parent in this house. Wanda's bedbound, Vis is MIA, and I've got three kids to look after." Y/N sighed. "They don't need to see her like this. They don't."

"As punishment for my reckless evening, I plan on taking a quarantine-style staycation," Wanda said, back in her striped chair. "A whole day. To myself. That'll show me." She nodded.

Wanda pulled back the covers on her bed to reveal she was still in her Halloween costume, causing Wanda to sigh loudly.

"I got to it first!" Tommy grunted, struggling to pull a controller towards him.

"You always get to it first!" Billy complained, pulling back against his brother's grip.

"Boys." Y/N snapped, moving forward and taking the device out of their hands. "Today is not the day for petty arguments, okay? I have to take care of the three of you and your Mama today, alright. I'm severely under-caffeinated and exhausted, so please, for me, be civil until I've at least had a coffee."

"I'll keep them civil, Mom." Luna piped up from the couch.

"We'll be good, Mom." Billy nodded as Wanda stumbled down the stairs, dressed in one of Y/N's shirts and Vision's dressing gown.

The kids all turned to stare at Wanda in confusion as she blundered into the kitchen.

"Wanda?" Y/N asked as she followed after her wife. "Sweetheart, what are you doing?" She wondered, watching as Wanda gathered items for breakfast.

"Cereal." Wanda simply said as the milk on the counter glitched.

"Why didn't you just ask? I could've brought it to you." Y/N said as Wanda sniffed her cereal.

"Well, I'm up now, so it doesn't matter," Wanda said as the milk turned, a grainy black and white.

"Yeah, I'm not sure what that's about," Wanda commented about the milk. "It's probably just a case of the Mondays. Am I right?" She chuckled.

After the events of last night, SWORD had had to create a temporary base about eight miles outside of Westview.

"Lucky for us, she pumped the breaks." A woman commented as she and Hayward stared at the red energy field.

"Yeah. I feel very lucky." Hayward chuckled. "What's happening with the broadcast?" He asked her.

"Dead air. The signal's gone." She informed him.

"Make sure the team has everything they need. We launch today." Hayward nodded.

"Yes, sir."

Back inside the Hex, Vision was just beginning to wake up. Though, to his surprise, he was not waking up in his bed at home.

He was waking up on a field, a field where a circus had set itself up around him.

Vision stopped in confusion as clowns, mimes and other circus folk walked around him.

What happened last night? Vision wondered, watching the milling people.

And then suddenly, it hit him. The memories of the night before, the pain he felt before collapsing and blacking out.

"You're the new clown?" A man in a leotard demanded as he approached Vision. "At least you're already in makeup." He sighed. "You're late for rehearsal with the escape artist. Come on." The man said, gesturing his head to the left before walking away.

Vision stared after the man in confusion before turning in the direction he nodded.

There stood a dark-haired woman, wrapped in chains. A woman Vision remembered from last night.

"Yeah, I'm not great at this gig, I gotta be honest." She admitted with a sigh. "It doesn't really speak to my skill set. I put in for the bearded lady, but this alabaster complexion wasn't fooling anyone."

As Vision's memory became more comprehensible, he began to stare at the woman quite intensely.

"Can I help you, creeper?" The woman asked, raising a brow at Vision.

"You don't remember me from last night?" Vision asked, causing the woman's eyes to widen. "We locked eyes. There was an unspoken understanding."

"Um, hard pass." She said, pulling the chains from her body before she began to walk away.

"No, wait. Wait up!" Vision called, rushing after her.

"Y/N, have you seen Vis?" Wanda asked, shoveling a spoonful of sugary snaps into her mouth.

"Not since last night," Y/N told her. "I haven't heard from him this morning. I'm worried about him."

"Hm." Wanda hummed before walking into the living room. "Have you seen your Dad?" She asked the kids.

"No." Tommy shook his head, engrossed in the video game before him.

"Do you wanna go look for him?" Billy asked, turning away from the game as Luna put her book down.

"Well, if he doesn't want to be here, there's nothing I can do about it." Wanda shrugged, grabbing the TV remote and changing the channel.

"Mama's kidding, guys," Y/N said, causing Wanda to snort. "Your Dad's just busy, that's all."

"Mama, what did Uncle Pietro mean about re-killing Dad?" Luna asked, biting her lower lip in worry.

"Actually, what did he mean, sweetheart?" Y/N asked, turning to her wife.

"He meant nothing." Wanda scoffed. "And don't believe a word that man said. He is not your uncle." She told the three children.

"Well, then, who is he?" Tommy wondered.

"Here's the thing, guys. I'm your Mama, and as such, you were counting on me to have all the answers, right?" Wanda asked, causing the kids to nod. "Well, I don't. I have no answers. Zip. Zero. Zilch. Nada. Niente." She laughed as the kids stared at her and their other mother worriedly. "I'm starting to believe that everything is meaningless. You're welcome to draw your own conclusions, but that's just where I'm at."

"Jesus fucking Christ." Y/N sighed, pressing her head into her hands.

"So maybe I went a little too dark there, but they'll be fine. Vision is made of Vibranium. And have you met my wife? The kids literally inherited tough skin."

"Okay, kids, why don't you go grab your jackets for me, okay?" Y/N asked, ushering the kids out of the living room as Wanda collapsed onto the couch. "Okay, we're going to give you some me-time. I'm taking the kids to the park, Wand."

"Are you serious?" Wanda asked, looking up at Y/N with wide eyes.

"Yes, you need a break," Y/N told her. "I don't know what last night was, and I certainly don't know what's going on this morning, but you need some time to yourself."

"I ever tell you that I love you?" Wanda asked, causing Y/N to smirk.

"Not this morning." She told her.

"I love you." Wanda sighed, leaning up to kiss Y/N as the kids re-entered the living room.

"I love you too," Y/N said as she pulled away. "Now, who's ready to go to the park?" Y/N clapped, turning to the kids, a convincing fake grin on her face.

"But who's going to stay and look after Mama?" Billy asked, looking at Wanda in concern.

"Guys, I'll be fine," Wanda promised. "Go. Have fun at the park." She shooed the four out the front door.

When the door shut behind her family, Wanda was left alone.

And the silence of the house brought a smile to her face.

Wanda settled back into the couch, her bowl of cereal on her lap, as she turned her attention to the TV.

The TV wasn't able to hold her attention for long as her head snapped to the side to see a house plant glitching.

And then the fireplace changed.

A chair followed, and then the TV altered.

Wanda put her bowl of cereal on the table before she forced the living room to change back to its modern setting.

"I'm fine. I'm fine, I'm fine." Wanda chuckled. "I'm fine. I'm fine." She promised reassuringly. "I'm fine."

"Darcy made it through that last firewall all right," Jimmy reported. He and Monica had been driving all night, too afraid Wanda's Hex would catch them if they even slowed down.

"What'd she find?" Monica asked, glancing over at the man before turning back to the road.

"R and D reports. All on the same project. Code name, Cataract." Jimmy informed her. "Hayward wasn't decommissioning Vision. He was trying to bring him back online. And nothing worked until,"

"Wanda stole Vision's body." Monica nodded, the pieces beginning to fit together.

"That's why he was so focused on tracking Vision inside the Hex." Jimmy realized.

"Hayward wants his sentient weapon back," Monica murmured.

"Someone has to tell Wanda," Jimmy said, causing Monica to nod.

"Look. There they are." Monica grinned as she and Jimmy got closer to several cars and a large metal storage container.

She and Jimmy quickly got out of the car and made a beeline for a woman already walking their way.

"Major Goodner." Monica grinned.

"Captain Rambeau." The woman smiled.

"This is Agent Woo." Monica introduced as Jimmy reached a hand out.

"Nice to meet you." Major Goodner nodded, shaking Jimmy's hand firmly.

"Thank you so much for coming. My mother would appreciate your loyalty." Monica said, taking the Major's hand in her own.

"She's not the only one we're loyal to, Captain," Goodner told Monica. "Let me show you what we brought you." She said before leading the pair over to the tent.

At Goodner's nod, a six-wheeled vehicle rolled out of the container.

"Did we get your specs right?" Goodner asked as Monica took several steps forward.

"She's perfect," Monica murmured, staring at the vehicle in awe.

"Hello, excuse me? You tried to help me." Vision said as he rushed after the dark-haired woman.

"Doubtful." She scoffed. "I'm notoriously self-involved." She said, continuing to walk away from Vision.

"No. No. No. Please, just hear me out." Vision begged, rushing in front of the woman, causing her to stop. "All right. I believe that you were a part of a team monitoring a supernatural anomaly. And now, well, you're in it." He said, causing the woman to sigh heavily.

"Fine. I'll go out with you, but I'm ordering the lobster." She said before attempting to walk away.

Vision let out a heavy sigh before a plan came to mind.

"Oh no, look! That mime! His tray is too heavy!" Vision gasped, causing the woman to spin and face said mime.

"Oh, your bad back!" She groaned before Vision pressed his hands to her temples. "Oh! Ooh, okay. Whoa!" Darcy gasped as the wall broke.

"Awake?" Vision asked, holding his hands out in case the woman toppled over

"Uh, yeah?"

"All right?" Vision confirmed.

"Ooh. Oh, hello, self. You know, part of me secretly wanted a guest spot on the show, but seriously? That sucked." Darcy admitted.

"Look, uh, what is your name? Your real name?" Vision demanded of her.

"Darcy Lewis."

"Dr. Darcy Lewis." Vision sighed in relief. "I intercepted a communication regarding your work." He recalled.

"Hey, the lions just got off stage. You're up." A man in a leotard told the two, who promptly ignored him.

"Dr. Lewis, I have questions," Vision told her.

"I have answers." She nodded.

"Brilliant. I believe it's time we take our leave." Vision said, noting the leotard-clad man approaching them.

"You're right, but first, we need him," Darcy said, pointing to a man who was throwing knives at a board.

Throwing knives at a board with an abnormal accuracy rate.

"Him? Are you sure?" Vision wondered.

"Yes. Trust me, we need him. Awake." Darcy told him.

"Alright." Vision nodded before he and Darcy rushed over to the blonde man.

The man snapped around when the two approached, but before he could say a word, Vision pressed his hands to the man's temples and broke the wall.

"Oh, shit." The man grunted, dropping his knives to the ground. "I never wanted to be back in the circus." He sighed, rubbing his temples before looking up. "It's good to see you, Darcy. And you too, Vision."

"I'm sorry, do I know you?" Vision wondered, cocking his head to the side.

"You do. You tried to choke me out once." He nodded. "I'm also your father-in-law. Clint Barton." He announced.

"We can catch you up on the road," Darcy said, nodding over to a funnel cake truck.

"I said you two are up." The leotard man said, appearing behind Vision and Darcy.

"No, I'm so sorry. But the three of us have a prior engagement." Vision apologized.

"They're not going anywhere." The man said, grabbing Darcy's arm.

But Darcy wasn't having any of it and quickly turned around and punched him in the face.

"Oh no!" Vision hissed.

"My nose!" The man cried from the ground as Darcy high-fived Clint.

"Sorry." Darcy shrugged as the three began to run towards the van.

"Come on."

"Excuse me!"

"Out of the way."

"Where do you think you're going? Get back here!" The leotard-clad man yelled before the three loaded themselves into the van.

"To your house, I assume?" Darcy asked as Clint searched the car for the keys.

"Dr. Lewis, my questions, are my children safe?" Vision demanded.

"That I don't know."

"Are my wife's safe?"

"I don't know."

"And who is that imposter Pietro?"

"Beats me."

"Ah-ha! Let's get moving." Clint cheered, having found the keys.

"Excellent." Vision grinned. As Clint started the car, there was a second that Vision allowed himself to relax in his chair before there was a pounding at the window that caused him to yell.

"Get out of there!" The man ordered.

"Sorry, can't hear you." Vision said apologetically.

"What?"

"Drive!" Vision exclaimed, turning towards Clint. "I'm so sorry. We were double-booked by the agents."

"You have to be on stage."

"Never again, pal," Clint yelled out his open window.

"Step on it, Clint!" Darcy shouted.

"What are you doing?"

"Can't hear you."

"You get back here! I need you! We need you!" The leotard man yelled, but it was fruitless.

The van had left the campground and was speeding towards Wanda and Y/N.

Y/N let out a sigh as she reached Vision's voicemail once more.

"Vis, please call me back. I need to know that you're okay and that you're safe. I need you, Vis, I need you now. I'm with the kids at the park. Something's wrong with Wanda, and I couldn't let them see her like that. Please, just. Please, just call me back. I love you." Y/N said before turning her phone off and turning her gaze back to her playing children.

"Y/N?"

At the call of her name, Y/N turned around to see Agnes approaching the bench she sat on.

"I thought that was you, hon." Agnes grinned, taking a seat beside her.

"Agnes, hi." Y/N gave Agnes a weak smile. "Were you out on a walk?"

"No, not today, hon. I actually went to your house." Agnes admitted. "I talked Wanda out of cutting her own bangs before she mentioned you and the kids were here."

"God, I shouldn't have left her alone." Y/N sighed, pressing her face into her hands.

"No, you did the right thing. No need to make the kids see their mother like that." Agnes promised. "You look like you need a break, Y/N. Say, why don't you bring the kids over to my house?" Agnes suggested.

"Oh, Agnes, are you sure?"

"Of course! Ralph just finished renovating the rumpus room, and the kids can play down there with Senor Scratchy, and we have some adult conversation." She told you.

"That sounds great, Agnes." Y/N sighed happily. "Give me a second to round up the kids, and we can get going." She said as she stood.

"I'll help." Agnes offered. "I'll bluster Aunty Agnes' house of fun so much they'll never want to leave."

While Y/N had been at the park with the kids, Wanda had been enjoying the quiet of the house.

She'd been able to turn off her brain as she ate her cereal and mindlessly watched the TV.

When her bowl was finished, Wanda rose from the couch and made her way towards the kitchen.

But it was when she neared the kitchen it started again.

The kitchen table glitched, reverting in style.

The light fixture was next, and the curtains soon followed.

And then the wallpaper to peel upwards, and the walls glitched between walls and windows.

The stairs flared, and Wanda snapped around when she heard the stork which had reappeared.

"I don't understand what's happening." Wanda sighed, staring blankly at a wall. "Why it's all falling apart and why I can't fix it." She elaborated.

"Do you think maybe this is what you deserve?"

"What?" Wanda asked, staring across from her in confusion. "You're not supposed to talk."

At Agnes' house, Agnes brought out a tray of snacks into the living room, where the kids sat playing with Senor Scratchy. Y/N was sitting in the kitchen, clutching a mug in her hands like it was her lifeline.

"Sweets for the sweets!" Agnes cooed, placing the tray on the table. "Penny, for your thoughts?" She asked Billy, who was gently patting her rabbit.

"I like it here," Billy told the woman.

"Oh, good. Is it because Senor Scratchy is such a good listener?" Agnes wondered.

"No. It's because it's quiet." Billy said before looking up at the woman. "You're quiet, Agnes. On the inside." He told her.

"And your colors are brighter." Luna piped up. "Brighter than the rest of the towns." She added in a low murmur.

"Do you think our Mama is okay?" Tommy asked their neighbor.

"Oh, for sure!" Agnes assured him. "You don't have to worry about your mom. She can do anything. She's a supermom!" She promised with a chuckle.

"Ralph says I sugarcoat things, but you try telling a ten-year-old that their mother is cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs." Agnes shook her head with a sigh.

"Now, why don't you three go play in the basement while I talk with your Mom?" Agnes suggested.

The three kids gave her a nod before picking up Senor Scratchy and walking down the basement steps.

"How are you feeling now, hon?" Agnes asked as she re-entered the kitchen.

"Guilty, tired, like a crappy wife and mother." Y/N sighed, taking a long sip of her drink.

"Oh, that's not true, hon. You're a great wife. And a fantastic mother." Agnes promised, standing across from Y/N at the island.

"I left my wife during her breakdown, I don't know where Vision is, and I'm pretty sure our kids are borderline traumatized from watching Wanda this morning." Y/N shook her head.

"Oh, honey, I have seen trauma. Your kids are just fine." Agnes promised. "And you made the best decision you could in the moment. The kids didn't need to see their mother like that."

"I know. But I'm just so tired," Y/N told her. "I'm so, so, tired." She yawned as her eyelids began to grow heavier and heavier by the second.

"We're all set, Captain." Major Goodner said as Monica was safely secured into her suit.

"Thank you." She nodded before turning back to the glowing red force field.

"Darcy's not here to give her stamp of approval," Jimmy said as he walked over to the woman.

"I know. Darcy's in there, and I'm gonna go get her out." Monica said, causing Jimmy to smile. "This is our last shot, Jimmy." She added before her helmet was secured.

"Godspeed, Captain." Jimmy nodded at her.

Monica returned the nod before taking a breath to steel herself and then walking over to the vehicle.

"How much faith do you have in this thing?" Jimmy asked Goodner.

"It's our most heavily-armored space rover. She's gonna sail right through. Unharmed." Goodner assured the man before pulling on her headset. "Capcom, check," Goodner asked after watching Monica strap herself in.

"Good, check," Monica said, clicking the vehicle on.

"On your order, Captain," Goodner told Monica.

"Moving out."

"Contact in five, four, three, two, one." Goodner counted down as the vehicle raced towards the Hex.

But instead of Monica cruising through the Hex on one, the vehicle simply crashed into the barrier.

"What happened to sailing right through?" Jimmy demanded.

"The density is matching her," Goodner said, brows furrowing in confusion.

"I'm close. It's gonna give!" Monica exclaimed as she tried to push through the boundary.

"The structural integrity is failing. It's disintegrating." Goodner said, reading from the screen.

"No, it's being rewritten." Jimmy realized before picking up a walkie-talkie. "Monica, get out of there! Do you copy, Monica? Get out of there!" Jimmy demanded as Monica struggled to pull herself out of the changing car.

Before the entire vehicle could change completely, Monica managed to burst her way out of the top.

Tumbling to the ground below with a heavy thud.

"Get a medevac, now!" Jimmy yelled as he, and several of the soldiers, began to run towards Monica.

As Monica rose to her feet, she had to watch in shock as the vehicle was spat out of the Hex and launched through the air.

"Watch out!" Jimmy yelled, causing the agents to halt in their tracks and narrowly avoid being hit by the car.

Monica stared at the wreck of what she thought to be her only way back into Westview in disappointment. She continued to stare at it before an idea came to her mind.

"No, no," Jimmy murmured, watching Monica turn to the Hex with new purpose.

"I can get through!" She promised, pulling her helmet off and throwing it to the ground.

"Monica! No!" Jimmy yelled as Monica sprinted towards the Hex until her hands met the barrier.

Monica couldn't remember the first time she crossed through the barrier.

And there was a part of her that was grateful for that small mercy, but she wished she was better prepared for the pain she felt now.

As Monica forced her way through the barrier, memories of her past, moments she'd rather repress, began to resurface

It almost felt like she was breaking as Monica pushed her way further through the barrier.

Monica was being torn apart, and it took everything in her to continue pushing and keep Geraldine at bay.

But finally, finally, Monica was able to dive onto the other side, into Westview.

But when Monica made it into Westview, something was different. Something had changed in her.

Monica could see the energy all around her.

But Monica didn't have time to dwell on what was happening to her.

She needed to get to Wanda.

"So, Wanda killed me?" Vision asked slowly.

"Yes. But not because she wanted to. You asked her to do it." Clint clarified.

"Why would I have done that?" Vision wondered.

"To save half the universe," Clint told him, a frown appearing on his face at the memory.

"Did it work?"

"For a second, but Thanos, the bad guy, rewound time and killed you himself," Clint said.

"So in summation, I died, came back and died again." Vision nodded.

"Yeah, pretty much." Darcy piped up from the back of the truck.

"And both Wanda and Y/N had to watch. Both times." Clint added, slowing the car down to a stop.

"Oh man, another red light? We're in the sticks. This is overkill." Darcy groaned.

"I believe, I think that Wanda is creating these impediments to stop me returning home." Vision said, sitting in a chair outside the truck.

"Also, it never rains in Westview, right?" Darcy wondered, staring at the droplets on the windshield.

"Not unless Y/N is making it happen," Clint said as the light flicked green.

The car's occupants let out a happy sigh, and the truck began to move once more before coming to a sudden halt.

Men in trucks had pulled up directly in front of their van and started working on the street lights, causing everyone to sigh heavily.

"I'm not amused." Vision shook his head.

"Great, just take your time, fellas." Darcy groaned, leaning back into her chair.

"So if I am to understand correctly, my original code dates back to an AI called JARVIS? But my corporeal form was born of Ultron's plan for global genocide?" Vision asked, seeking clarification.

"Yeah, it was a hell of a time." Clint shook his head.

"Then, what am I now?" Vision asked.

"You're Vision." Clint shrugged, causing Darcy to sigh.

"Look, I'm more of a STEM type of lady, so I thought Wanda just flipped a switch on your head and brought you back to life." She told him.

"But that doesn't explain why you can't leave the Hex." Clint cut in.

"But what I do know is that I've been watching the show for the past week, and the love you three have is real," Darcy told Vision with a genuine smile.

"It's always been real," Clint added. "I've always known it. I wasn't always there to see it, but I saw enough to know that you have always loved one another. That the three of you belong with together." He told his son-in-law.

Wanda had finally forced herself to get dressed and felt a lot better than she had earlier when she heard a call that ruined her day.

"Wanda? Wanda!" Monica yelled, forcing her way into Wanda's home.

"What are you doing?" Wanda gasped, staring at the woman in shock.

"Wanda,"

"How did you get in here?" Wanda asked, now looking the woman over in anger.

"Listen to me. This whole thing is about Vision." Monica started.

"Get out of my house," Wanda demanded, glaring at Monica with a fire in her eyes.

"Hayward was trying to bring him,"

"Don't talk to me about that! Don't talk about my family! I don't wanna hear about it!" Wanda snapped, using her magic to push Monica out of her house. "The drones, the missiles, Pietro?" Wanda demanded, holding Monica in the air for all the neighborhood to see.

"No, wait, Pietro, that wasn't us." Monica stammered.

"All you do is lie!" Wanda exclaimed before throwing Monica to the ground.

But Monica did not crumple to the ground. Monica stopped her descent and stared up at Wanda with electric blue eyes.

"The only lies I've told are the ones you put in my mouth," Monica said, taking small steps closer to the witch.

"Careful what you say to me," Wanda warned, creating a ball of red energy by her side.

"Do it then. Take me out." Monica shrugged. "See, see? This is where you and Hayward differ. He's gonna burn Westview to the ground just to get what he wants. Don't let him make you the villain." Monica pleaded with her once friend.

"Maybe I already am." Wanda swallowed harshly.

"I'm not afraid of you, Wanda. I lost the person closest to me, too. I get being scared. I know that feeling. The worst thing I can think of has already happened to me, and I can't change it. I can't undo it. I can't control this pain anymore! And I don't think I want to because it's my truth." Monica admitted. "Wanda, you have to,"

"Young lady, I think you have overstayed your welcome," Agnes announced, appearing beside Wanda out of nowhere. "Poor Wanda has been through enough," Agnes said, putting an arm around Wanda.

"This doesn't concern you," Monica told Agnes. "Wanda,"

"Run along, dear." Agnes dismissed Monica, already pulling Wanda away from her.

"Wanda, you have to take it down," Monica begged as the two started to walk away.

"No." Wanda snapped, turning around fiercely. "Don't make me hurt you."

"All right."

"Okay, let's wrap it up."

"Fucking finally." Clint sighed as the road before them began to clear of workers.

Just as Clint began to drive again, he was forced to stop by a woman walking into the middle of the road with a sign.

"Oh, come on!" Clint snapped.

"Come on, kids," Darcy whined, watching as a large group of children began to cross the road.

"Kids?"

"What's next, puppies?"

"I had no idea how much Wanda had endured before coming to Westview. The same for Y/N. I've had no idea how much the three of us have been through. Though I can't remember it." Vision mused. "For me, it feels like it happened to someone else, you know? But for Wanda and for Y/N, it was mere weeks ago." He shook his head. "What am I doing here, sitting, talking to you when I should be with them. This is absurd. I need to get to my wives. I need to go home."

"You always stop for dogs, Lewis, and that's final," Clint said before Vision phased out of the top of the van.

Flying away from them.

"So we'll just meet you there, then?" Clint yelled.

"Was he always like this?" Darcy wondered.

"Oh, here. Would you care for a cup of tea, dear?" Agnes asked, leading Wanda into her home.

"Sure. Thank you, Agnes."

"Okay, sit down. Be right back with that." Agnes promised, sitting Wanda down on the couch.

Wanda let out a sigh as she was left alone in Agnes' living room.

As Wanda looked around her friend's home, she noticed things.

Three plates with sandwiches on them, three glasses of chocolate milk, a coffee cup, and a locket Wanda knew belonged to Y/N.

"Agnes?"

"Hm?"

"Are Y/N and the kids here?" Wanda asked, picking the locket up and holding it between her fingers.

"Oh, yes. I found them at the park and invited them here." Agnes responded.

"Where are they then? Where are the kids and Y/N?"

"Oh, I think they went down to the basement," Agnes told her.

Without a word, Wanda rose from the couch and walked towards the basement door.

"Boys? Luna? Y/N?" Wanda called, walking down the stairs and further into the basement.

Much to Wanda's surprise, when she rounded the corner, she saw a doorway covered in thick vines.

Wanda called her family's names into the doorway, and when no one responded, she continued to walk forward.

At the end of the hallway, she found a small room. It, too, was decorated with vines, along with strange symbols and other items of intrigue.

One that particularly caught her eye was a glowing book.

Wanda would have moved closer to the book but was distracted by the sound of footsteps.

"Wanda, Wanda. You didn't think you were the only magical girl in town, did you?" Agnes wondered, now standing across from her with Senor Scratchy in her arms.

As Wanda stared at Agnes in confusion, Agnes raised a hand and caused the door to slam shut in a purple glow.

"The name's Agatha Harkness. Lovely to finally meet you, dear." Agnes, Agatha, grinned before her eyes flashed a vibrant purple.

And with that, Agnes entered Wanda's mind and showed her who she really was.

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of pubs and profs pt.2 [tom holland x reader]

➽ pairing: professor!tom x fem!reader (y/n) ➽ word count: 2.7k ➽ summary: for some reason, you just can’t say no to tom holland, even if you know that it’ll end in sadness. ➽ warnings: explicit language, mentions of sm!t ➽ a/n: you all voted for opap pt.2, so here it is!! enjoy! masterlist/taglist in bio!

Your heart was in your throat for the entirety of class, and it only got worse when Tom dismissed the class. You had been terrified for when class ended and you had to talk to Tom. You gathered your stuff in your bag and lingered awkwardly. Once when the room was empty, Tom got up from his place at his desk and shut the door, and then he turned to you. “I think we should… Address the obvious here,” he started. “I want you to know that I like you. I really do, but--”

“But we can’t be together,” you supplied quickly. “I know. I should’ve asked what your job was.”

“Well, there was no reason for you to,” Tom said. His eyes were focused on you, and the contact was too much; you looked down at your lap. As cliche as it was, seeing his pretty eyes only reminded you of your night and the way they glittered as he looked down at you. “I… I feel partially responsible. I knew that you were the right age to be a student, I just didn’t think about it, I was so distracted and blinded by…”

“By…?” You said. “By what?”

Tom shrugged. “You,” he said. “You are so beautiful, and… I was distracted by my own desires and wasn’t thinking rationally. Please don’t blame yourself; I’m as responsible as you are.”

You chewed the inside of your cheek, and you mumbled, “Guess we gotta break up, huh?”

“Would be for the best,” Tom agreed. “That being said, you… You left something at my apartment.”

You furrowed your eyebrows. “What?” you asked.

Tom laughed, his cheeks growing red. “You seem to have left your panties,” he said. “I put them through the wash, they’re all clean for you. Unless you’d rather me keep them...?”

You had noticed that you left your panties at his apartment, but that was the plan. In the best circumstances, you would have called him that night and asked about them, and you would have had an excuse to go back and retrieve them. However, given everything, you would need them back. “No, no,” you said. “You can keep them. Throw them away. Whatever.”

“Are you sure?” Tom asked. “They seem expensive.”

“Just keep them,” you said softly. “‘Cause how would I get them? Go to your apartment? You’d bring them to class? There’s no way to do that innocently.”

Tom sighed. “You’re right, I guess,” he said. “Well, at least one of us has our head on straight.”

You tilted your head in confusion, and Tom added, “It’s so, so wrong, but, darling… I was so happy with you. That sounds stupid, but I slept easy with you in my arms. I had gotten into a habit of not sleeping at all, but you made me feel happy and safe and comfortable enough to… Anyway. I have feelings for you, my darling, and I can’t just overlook them.”

“Tom, we can’t,” you whispered. “You could lose your job, I could get expelled. I like you a lot too, but we just can’t.”

Tom nodded, and he wrung his hands together. He was perched on the corner of his desk like at the beginning of class, and he said, “You’re right. You’re right, darling. You’re so smart… Well, I have my phone number in the syllabus in the event that email goes down, so there’s an excuse for having my number in your phone. I… I will see you on Friday, then, Ms. Y/L/N.”

You nodded. “See ya, Dr. Holland.”

“Alright, tell me about Tom.”

A pang of sadness hit your chest, and you looked up from your computer at Zendaya. “What?”

“Your new boyfriend,” Zendaya said, playfully jabbing your ribs. “I wanna hear about him.”

“Oh,” you started. You were dying to tell her all about the scandal that you had found myself in, but you were scared to admit it. “Well, his name is Tom. He’s from London.”

“How old is he?” Zen asked.

“Umm…” you started. “In his mid-twenties.”

Zendaya nodded. “His job?” she asked next. “Does he have one?”

“Yeah, yeah, he does,” you mumbled under your breath. “You… You can’t tell anyone this.”

“Ooh, is it juicy?” She asked, readjusting herself on the couch for the incoming gossip.

“Yeah,” you said. “He’s a… Umm, a professor.”

“At our university?” Zen asked, and you nodded. “What does he teach?”

You swallowed thickly. “English lit.”

“Oh, does he know this Dr. Holland guy?” She asked. “I have his class tomorrow morning; you had him this morning, right?”

You sucked in air through your teeth as shame filled your chest. “I did, yep,” you said. “And he does know Dr. Holland… Because he is Dr. Holland.”

Zendaya sat for a moment, blinking at you. “You…” she started. “You fucked our professor?”

“I didn’t know he was our professor when I fucked him,” you scoffed. “C’mon, Zen, give me more credit than that! But we talked after class and we broke up. It’s better, ya know?”

“Oh my God,” Zendaya laughed. “Oh, that’s really funny, Y/N. You fucked our professor, that’s--”

“Alright, stop,” you said. Your phone buzzed against your thigh, but you paid it no mind. “I’m in mourning right now, just…”

“Oh,” Zen mumbled. “Shit. You really liked this guy, huh?”

“I did,” you nodded. “Like… Love at first sight. That’s stupid, but… I really, really liked him, and not just because he was good in bed. He was sweet and funny and so handsome, and we really got along. I... “ Your phone buzzed again, and you looked down to see a flurry of text messages from Big Dick Tom. “Oh, Jesus, he’s texting me.”

10:32PM - Big Dick Tom: I’m so sorry. 10:32PM - Big Dick Tom: I’m such an asshole please 10:34PM - Big Dick Tom: Please take me back.

10:36PM - Y/N: you shouldn’t be texting me right now. i already told you, i can’t be with you.

“He seems drunk,” Zendaya said, and you tilted your phone away from her.

“Invasive,” you chuckled, but your heart still sank. She was right; he did seem like he was drinking.

10:37PM - Big Dick Tom: I’m so sorry darling. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.

10:38PM - Y/N: you didn’t. just leave it alone.

Before you could properly close the conversation, your phone began to ring with a call. “Christ,” you mumbled. “He’s calling me now.”

“Put it on speaker,” Zendaya said, and you batted her away.

“What did I say about you being invasive?” you said, but did as she asked anyway. “Tom, what’re you--”

“I’m the biggest asshole in the world,” Tom said quickly. “Please, darling, please forgive me.”

“It’s already done, Tom,” you told him. “You’re forgiven. You really can’t keep texting me and calling me like this.”

“I know!” Tom sighed. “It’s fuckin’… God. I miss you.”

“I’m gonna hang up,” you said quickly.

“No, please don’t,” Tom whimpered out. “I just miss you. You’re so pretty and smell so nice, and I loved sleeping next to you. Can we meet somewhere? I wanna see you. I miss you.”

“It’s half ten,” you sighed. “Nowhere’s open. And we can’t do that anyway, we can’t be seen together--”

“Oh, fuck off!” Tom groaned. His accent was thick, his voice low, and you swallowed thickly. The sound of it was attractive, and you couldn’t stop the thought of him whispering in your ear with that voice, a hand in your hair and the other…

Your train of thought was completely derailed when you heard a shattering from Tom’s end of the call. “Tom!” you exclaimed. “What was that? Are you okay?”

“Threw a bottle,” Tom mumbled.

“Christ,” you whispered. “You’re drinking, aren’t you?”

“You know something? I am,” Tom said. “Why do you care, though? It’s not like we’re dating or anything.”

“I care about you, you dick,” you told him. “You’re acting like this isn’t hard for me too. I told you that we had something special, Tommy, and, if things were different… Ya know? I like you, you piece of shit, just… Christ, I’m coming over.”

“Why?” Tom asked.

“Because I don’t think you can be alone right now,” you said. “You’re drunk and throwing things.”

“What happened to ‘we can’t be seen together’?” Tom asked.

“Do you want to see me or not?” you asked.

There was silence for a few long moments, and you almost thought that you had misread the situation. Then, Tom said, “I do. How soon will you be here?”

“Give me like half an hour,” you said. “Please don’t do anything stupid until I get there.”

You remembered the way to Tom’s apartment, and you got there quickly. You had to knock on his day and wait for him to answer, and your heart sank deep when he revealed himself. Sweatpants and a t-shirt, his hair undone and frizzy with unkempt curls, his cheeks red with drink. He was holding his hand away from his body oddly, and you saw thin streaks of blood on his fingers and palm. “Hi,” Tom said simply.

“What happened?” you asked, taking his hand in yours. You saw a little glimmer of green glass in one of the cuts, and you tugged him to the bathroom, kicking the door shut. “Did you really smash a bottle?”

You sat Tom on the edge of the bathtub and began to look through the medicine cabinet for anything that could help bandage up his hand. “Felt like it,” Tom sniffed.

“Jesus,” you whispered. “Tommy, listen, we both know how terrible this is, but getting angry like this isn’t gonna help anything. Fuck, do you have any antiseptic?”

“Under the sink,” Tom told you. “I wish things were different.”

“Me too,” you admitted. You retrieved the bottle and a few cotton balls, along with a set of tweezers and a roll of gauze, and you sat down in front of him. Carefully, you pulled his injured hand towards you, and you began to extract the glass bits with care. Tom winced every so often and you apologized, and, finally, once that bit was done, you began to clean up the cuts.

“I…” you began. “I should drop your class.”

“Why?” Tom asked. “Am I… Do I make you uncomfortable?”

“No, no, no,” you said quickly. “Not at all. I just can’t focus. I’ll never pass.”

“Why can’t you focus?” Tom asked. “Is someone giving you a hard time?”

You had to remind yourself that Tom had been drinking. “You are, doofus,” you scoffed. “I can’t focus on the lecture when you’re the one giving it. If I stay, I’m gonna need tutoring out the ass.”

Tom pulled his hand away from you with a gasp, and you almost thought that you had hurt him, but the smile on his thin lips said differently. “That’s how we do it,” he said. “Tutoring. I tutor you! We get to meet at least once a week outside of class, in my office, alone… Would you want that, my darling?”

Your knee-jerk reaction was to say yes. After all, you did want to be with Tom, but anxiety kept you from instantly agreeing. “What if we get caught?” you asked. “It’s your job on the line, and my scholarship, I might even get expelled. It’s so… We just can’t.”

“But isn’t that a bit exciting?” Tom asked. “The rush of it!”

“You’re insane,” you huffed, grabbing at Tom’s hand, but he stopped you.

“Am I?” he asked. “Or am I actually smart?”

You chewed your lip as you considered it. The fact that you were even considering it at all was enough to make your breath falter in your chest, but you had to admit that Tom was making a good argument. Anyway, you only had his class for one term. 16 weeks. That wasn’t that long, in the grand scheme of things. You could do it, if you were careful. “Let me sleep on it,” you said softly. “I wanna do it, but… I don’t know. There’s so much at stake.” Tom nodded in understanding, and you whispered, “And you might think differently when you’re sober.”

“I won’t,” Tom said. “I’ll still think you’re the best girl there is.”

“You hardly know me,” you said softly, looking up at him. You wound the gauze around his hand, trying to cover the cuts, but his other hand cupping your cheek stopped you.

“That might be true,” Tom said. “But you’re special. I know it.”

“You are too, Tommy.”

The smell of coffee filled your head, and you squeaked as you stretched. It smelled different than usual, lighter than Zendaya’s usual dark roast, and your heart nearly stopped. It wasn’t coffee. It was tea.

You shot up in bed, gathering the blankets in your fists. Tom’s bedroom. Tom’s bed. Tom was making tea. You studied yourself, trying to assess the damages, and you found bruises littering your hips and thighs. If you could see your neck, you would bet that he had left hickeys there too.

You cursed yourself every which way to Sunday as you got out of bed. You knew what was bound to happen if you saw Tom again, and there you were, right back where the problem had started. Your arms felt weak as you shoved your shirt from the night before back on, and you whirled around. Bra. You had left your bra.

“Woah,” a low chuckle came from the doorway. Tom stood there, grey sweatpants and damp hair, absently stirring a spoon in a mug. “Late to class?”

“No,” you said quickly. “I need to--”

“Need to go,” Tom sighed. You saw a perfect mouth-shaped bruise just under his nipple, and the sight of it stopped you. You remembered every beat from the night before, every kiss, touch, breath, and moan, and the memory of his hands was enough to stop you dead. “Right.”

“No, actually,” you said, taking a breath. Your intentions had flipped as soon as you remembered, and you scrambled for an excuse. “Need to go to the bathroom. I don’t remember if I went after we finished last night.”

“Ah,” Tom hummed slowly. “What’s it called? UTI?”

“Yes, and they can be painful,” you said quickly.

Tom smiled, a sleepy, fuzzy thing, and he pulled you into him with one arm. His lips were warm against your forehead, and he whispered, “Good morning, sweetness. Glad you slept well.”

“Well, you nearly exhausted me last night,” you chuckled. Your arms circled his waist and you pressed your nose into his hard chest. “Would’ve been impossible for me not to.”

Tom landed a kiss in your hair, and he said, “I didn’t wake you up, did I? Seems to be my superpower.”

“No,” you said. “The tea did. I’m used to coffee.”

“Oh, my darling, you need to get familiar with tea,” Tom said. “I’m from Southwest London, we do tea.” With that, he offered you his mug, and you peered in for a moment, assessing the light tan drink, before you carefully took it and took a sip. It was warm and tasted good, lighter than coffee, and you nodded carefully.

“I think I like coffee better,” you whispered, and Tom gasped.

“You just insulted the whole of England,” he said. “How dare you.”

“To be fair, England deserves to be insulted,” you said quickly. “Most independence days that are celebrated are celebrating independence from your whack-ass country.”

“That’s…!” Tom began, then sighed. “Yeah, no, that’s fair. Well, do you want me to pop out and get you a coffee?”

You giggled. “No, I’m alright,” you said. “I’ll make it work with your pathetic leaf water.”

“Better than bean water,” Tom said, sipping his tea.

You laughed at him. “Did you really just shade me and sip tea at the same time?”

“What does any of that mean?” Tom asked. “Is that a meme?”

“Jesus, you’re not that much older than me!” you laughed. “I’ll have to teach you memes.”

“And I’ll have to teach you not to sass me,” Tom said. “You can get awful lippy, my darling.”

“I sure can,” you said and bit your lip as you played with the band of his sweatpants. “Want me to show you?”

“You little minx,” Tom smirked. “I’d never say no to you.”

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Two of Hearts, Part III

Part 2 can be found here: https://samcrobae.tumblr.com/post/637870420669939713/two-of-hearts-part-ii

A/N: credit to original gif creator . It’s a long one. But our reward is at the end. Stay with me ❤️

4 loud knocks to your front door startle you off the couch as you were sat watching The Vampire Diaries. You look through the peephole and see EZ on the other side of your door, hands gripping the sides of his kutte.

“Ezekiel...” you defensively cross your arms across your chest, unsure how to feel now that you’re face to face with him again.

“Y/N... please, can we talk?”

You look at your feet and slowly nod your head, opening the door further, allowing him to step inside.

You sat on the couch, and he sat on the ottoman in front of you.

“Y/N... I don’t really know where to start here... but-" he began.

“Where were you?” You blankly blurt out.

“Stockton. Look, baby...let me just start from the beginning-" EZ reaches over to you and takes your hand in his, but you pull away.

“Why?”

Putting his head down in defeat, he fumbled with his fingers. He sucked in a breath before letting it go and explaining. “I was following a lead... I had been doing research on the guy that killed my mom... I found Him. I needed answers. I needed to know.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” You felt the tears beginning to sting your eyes, but fought to hard to keep them at bay. “Why did you go alone?”

“If I had told you, would you have let me go alone?” EZ’s jaw clenched.

“Why didn’t you tell Angel? He would have wanted to be there..”

“I needed to go alone. Angel has too much going on with the MC, I mean I’m pretty much dead to them now I’m sure, but this was personal. Club would have made him pick. I needed to go alone.”

“EZ, Angel is your brother! Marisol was his mom too! You made a decision that he should have had a say in too. That’s not fair!” You voice was now raised and you were angry. You were angry he didn’t tell you, angry he went alone, but you were even more angry that he didn’t include Angel.

“Listen Y/N I’m trying here alright? Since when do you care about Angel’s feelings so much? I’m here. I’m back now. I want you to understand why I did what I did. I want this. Us.”

There go his stupid hands again reaching for yours. You pull them away and stand up, frustratingly running your hands through your hair.

“Ezekiel....There’s no US.” Dammit the tears. They were free flowing and there was nothing you could do to stop them.

EZ stood up and walked toward you, his arms reaching for your waist, but your hands moved his away before he found it. “Y/N... what? I love you, you love me. Can’t we just make this work?”

“I love you Ezekiel... but it’s not enough, is it?”

“Wh—" it was his turn to fight back the tears, “what do you mean?”

“My love wasn’t enough. I loved you. And you left. And I get it EZ, you had to do this for you. But what about me? I spent 4 months drinking away my sorrow, I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t sleep, I was afraid to be left alone with my thoughts because it all came back to you. There’s no us.”

You walked toward the front door and held it open, EZ slowly approaching.

“You said loved. Past tense.” He grimaces as he repeats your words.

“Bye Ezekiel.”

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EZ sped into the clubhouse parking lot, knowing full well the rest of the Mayan men would be there. This was the first time he was showing his face there in 8 long months. He didn’t care, he was seeing red.

He put his bike in park and swung the clubhouse doors open. Silence fell over the clubhouse at his reappearance, but didn’t last long as he made a run straight to Angel, shoving him hard against the wall.

“What the fuck did you do Angel?!!! What the fuck did you say to her?!”

Angel caught himself and quickly wound up, shoving EZ to the ground. Before it could go any further Bishop and Tranq were there to break it up.

“What the fuck is going on!!” Bishop shouted.

“I don’t know let’s ask Angel. Y/N doesn’t want anything to do with me but seems to care so badly about Angel and his feelings. So tell us big brother, what the fuck is going on?”

Gilly looked over at Coco, Coco intently staring back and forth between the brothers. With a breath of shock Gilly mumbled out “yeah. It’s a thing.”

Angel narrowed his eyes at his brother, trying to maintain his composure. What he really wanted to do was beat the shit out of him for breaking you the way he did.

“Oh boo fuckin hoo Ez, your girlfriend doesn’t want anything to do with you,” suddenly realization hit Angel. “Did you go see her? You talked to her?”

“Yeah Angel I talked to her. And she seemed to care more about the fact that I left you. Not her. What the fuck did you say to her? Did you fuck her that night I came home? You were coming out of my bedroom. Did you fuck my girl bro?”

“No, no one fucked anyone. Can you blame her for wanting nothing to do with you? You fuckin left her. No heads up, no explanation, you broke her Ezekiel! You didn’t see the way she cried every night, the way she fuckin doubted herself, you made her feel like she wasn’t enough man. And who was left to pick up the pieces huh? US. Your fuckin brothers!! Who was left to pick her up off the floor when she was too drunk to walk ? ME. I took care of her. I spent her birthday with her. I held her when she cried, FOR YOU. So yeah she wants nothing to do with you now, maybe she fuckin realized you ain’t shit. You didn’t love her.” Angels eyes were wild and his nostrils flared as he was inches away from his brothers face.

EZ smirked back at him, “that’s cute Angel you’re in love with her. She’ll never fuckin love you the way you need her to. Remember, she ain’t yours brother”.

Angel nodded his head and looked at the rest of the Mayan men, ready to throw shit down if it came to that. “You’re right...I didn’t fuck her. Man did I fucking want to. I’d be lying to your face if I said I wanted nothing more that night than to feel her pussy wrap around me... but I couldn’t bring myself to do it, because I would have been too ashamed of myself for letting that happen with my brothers girl but by the sounds of it, she ain’t yours anymore. Nah she ain’t my girl. Because if she was, I would have never left.”

Bishop nudged Coco in his side as he watched the argument unfold, “wait- Y/N? This is all because of Y/N? What the fuck is going on?”

Coco pursed his lips into a thin line, his eyes never leaving the brothers before him, “I don’t man, it s a whole fuckin thing.”

Before anyone could process what was happening EZ delivered a quick blow to Angels left cheek, causing him to stumble back. Once he had Angel backed into a wall he punched him again, landing a punch to his eye.

Bishop stood over them, “alright break this shit up. Take it the fuck away from here. This shit is personal. It doesn’t enter these fuckin doors. Go home Angel. EZ, get the fuck outta here . Come back tomorrow we gotta clear some shit up.”

Angel moves past Bishop, and Bishop put a hand to Angels chest stopping him in his tracks. “I fuckin mean it- go home shithead. Your home. Not Y/N’s. You love her?”

Angel looked back at Bishop, jaw slightly open.

“I need to know how to approach this shit with the prospect tomorrow. Do you love her?”

Angel had a faint glint of sorrow in his eyes but he couldn’t lie to Bishop. He slowly nods his head yes and Bishop releases his hold on him. He nods his head back in understanding and Angel walked out of the clubhouse.

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You were half a bottle of wine down when you heard two pounds of your front door. Jesus Christ what now?

You assume it’s EZ again and you swiftly open the door, “EZ leave it alone——Angel.”

He turned to face you, the bruises on his face now apparent.

“Angel what the fuck happened ?!” You usher him inside and shut the door behind you. As soon as you were in your living room you took his face in your hands, examining the black eye and cut to this lip.

He placed his hands on your wrists and held them. “I’m fine querida don’t worry.. just let me say this okay? I practiced this the whole way here and I need to say it before I fuck it up.”

You slightly furrow your brows but nod your head.

“When EZ left I didn’t know what the fuck was going on. I didn’t know if I would ever see my brother again. But for some reason I felt was my duty to see you. Take care of you. Make sure you were okay. We spent so much fuckin time together that I missed you when you weren’t around.”

Fuck. You knew where this was going and you needed to put a stop to it before he said anything else. You were already a mess. No need to add to it. But your voice wasn’t working and you couldn’t bring yourself to make him stop talking. Angel never talked about his feelings, and he was so genuine in the way he talked.

“Then we spent your birthday together, thanksgiving, we had movie nights, the way it felt when you laid your head against me was unlike anything I have ever felt and I never wanted those moments to end. And then my birthday. And then Christmas. Somewhere along the way I found myself thinking about you every single day. And you make me so fuckin happy like when I’m with you, it’s just so easy. And I think... I think that I love you, right ? and it fuckin scares me. That shit scares the shit out of me because I don’t know how to love anyone. And I don’t know if you love me too but I needed to tell you this. And if that means taking more fuckin punches from my brother then so be it because you’re fucking worth it. You’re incredible mami.”

The tears were back. Why couldn’t these men just leave you alone? But wait- more punches from his brother? Is that where those bruises came from? What happened to him tonight?

“Angel.... I... is that what happened to you? Did EZ do this to you? Why?”

He tried to be non-chalant in his answer to you but you could tell it bothered him. “Nahhhh.... you know I just told him how if you were mine I would have never left. That’s all.”

You let out a breath and a slight smirk. You don’t know if it was the after effects from the 2nd bottle of wine you opened after EZ left your house just a few hours before or if it was because the man in front of you just confessed his love for you but you pulled him by his kutte and slammed your lips into his. He stood frozen in place for a minute but when he settled, he fell perfectly in line with your movements. His hands found their way to your hips and he pulled you flush against him, digging into the skin and it hurt in the most delicious way.

You sighed into his lips, his tongue snaking out to skim your bottom lip and you granted him entrance, his tongue sinfully exploring your mouth and he moaned into the kiss. You backed him into the couch and when his legs met the front of it, he sat and pulled you with him. You were straddling him, his hands on your waist and yours in his hair gently tugging and your nails occasionally grazing the back of his neck.

His lips left yours and began their assault on your neck, your breath heavy and eyes slightly hooded as goosebumps graced your skin. The way his lips felt on you was heavenly and when he roughly sucked on the skin you let out a small moan. His lips found yours again and this time the kiss was feverish, hungry, and possessive. You broke the kiss, needing to come up for air and rested your forehead on his. He bit down on his bottom lip and groaned.

“Are you okay?” He asked, trying to catch his breath.

You smiled and nodded your head, “yeah, I’m fine. I just... I love you Angel.” Your bring your hand up to his cheek and he leans into your touch.

“Say it again.”

“I love you Angel.”

“Mmmm again. Just one more time.”

You let out a small laugh and kiss his lips. “I love you Angel Ignacio Reyes.”

“And I love the way you say my name...”he leaned in and kissed along your collar bone, gently biting at the skin as he went. His hands snaked their way up the back of your oversized tshirt and to his surprise you weren’t wearing a bra. Your hands came up to the hems of your shirt and lifted the fabric up and over your head, your nipples now erect from the cool air in the room, centimeters from Angel’s lips.

He needed no coaxing or further instruction as his lips latched onto your right nipple, his hand coming up to play with the other and you let your head fall back as your skin lit on fire. He gently rolled your nipples between his teeth, alternating between the two and he sucked hard on the skin of your breasts, possessively leaving his mark.

You could feel the bulge in his pants through the thin fabric of your biker shorts and you began grinding your hips over him, the friction practically begging to allow you to come undone.

“Come on, bedroom.” You let out between shaky breaths and moans and he stood up, carrying you with him, your legs wrapped around his waist. When you made it to your bedroom, he laid you on the bed, hovered over you and kissed you again.

“Are you sure?” He asked as he hovered over you stuck in place, patiently awaiting your reply. He knew you were on the fence with your emotions and your interaction with EZ probably made things worse but on the other hand he was so in love with you and there was nothing he wanted more than this very moment.

“Yes, I’m sure.” He came back for another assault on your neck, working his way down gently sucking and kissing at every piece of available skin. His fingers hooked into the waist band of your shorts and panties and both came off quickly and were discarded over his shoulder. He continued to kiss and suck down your tummy, your things, and then he spread your legs open and crudely exposed your center to him.

But it didn’t feel crude, in fact, it was gentle and romantic, and sexy. The dark gleam in his eye a now very obvious contrast to the tenderness that shown in them just a few minutes before. He pulled his shirt over his head and laid in front of you, his lips so close to your pussy you could feel his breath on you.

“One rule mami, don’t hold back on me. I wanna hear you. Tell me how good I make you feel. If I don’t hear you, you don’t cum.”

What the fuck did he just say? What happened to the romantic and soft things he was saying earlier? You were on overdrive, it’s been months since you had been with anyone, and you could have cum right there from his words alone. You didn’t have much time to register his words because you were snapped back to reality by his tongue licking up and down your folds.

When he reached your clit he suctioned his lips and began to gently suck, flicking his tongue across your sensitive bud, then slid a finger into you.

“Angel..... fuck....”

Your legs began to shake and you no longer had control of your breathing. His tongue flattened and his free hand came up to hold your hips in place, you grinding against his tongue.

His hair had fallen into his face, but he didn’t seem to care, his only concern was to make you feel good, make you say his name over and over and over again.

“Such a good girl... fuck your self on my tongue mami..”

“I’m gonna cum Angel ..... oh my god....” your back arched off your bed and you swear your soul left your body. You chanted his name like it was the holy grail and never once did he let up.

“I need to fuck you. You gonna let me?”

You barely registered what was happening you were were still coming down from your high and nodded your head yes.

He gripped your chin in his hand, “no mami that ain’t good enough. I need you to tell me it’s okay that I fuck you. Is that what you want?”

His hand came down to slap your pussy twice and you let out a moan followed by “yes, please fuck me.”

He stood up and removed his belt, jeans, and briefs before getting back on the bed. He spread your legs with his knee and kissed you again while he ran his dick over you clit, making you moan again into his mouth. In one Swift motion, he was inside you. You let out a gasp at the sudden fullness and he stilled himself for a second, allowing you to adjust to him. He was big. He was thick and the stretch burned but you loved it. Pleasure soon took over and you rocked your hips against his indicating it was okay for him to move.

He began to thrust in and out of you and listened to you moan with each thrust. You wanted to hold out longer, enjoy this much longer but your body was betraying you and you felt a pull in your belly and your walls involuntarily clenched around him.

“It’s okay baby, I got you. Cum.” He rubbed Slow, lazy circles over your clit and your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

“Please don’t stop Daddy.. please....just like that.”

You eyes shot open at the realization you had just called him Daddy. He locked eyes with you and a devilish grin flashed across his face.

He brought his hand to your throat and squeezed, a playful smile coming to your lips and he thrusted into you much harder this time.

“Be a good girl and cum on daddy’s dick mami.. I know youre close I can feel it. Give daddy what he wants.”

Your hands were gripping at your sheets and your body was slick with sweat as another wave of pleasure washed over you.

“AngelAngelAngelllll......”

He leaned his head into the crook of your neck and sucked the skin again, his hand coming to intertwine with yours.

“I know baby... I got you..”

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Coco pulled up to your house and his suspicion was confirmed. Angel was here. When Angel didn’t come home to the house he shared with Coco after the fight with EZ he could only assume he would find him here.

“Dammit.” He muttered to himself. He leaned forward and dig through his glove compartment for your spare key. Only two people had a key to your house — emergency purposes. Angel and Coco.

He knocked on the door but there was no answer. He knocked again but nothing. Sighing, he put the key into the lock and turned the knob, letting himself in.

Looking into the empty kitchen and dining room then making his way into the living room. He thought he heard the faint sounds of a bed smacking into the wall, he’s fucked before, he knows that sound anywhere, but he ignored it.

“Angel?” He called but no answer.

He stopped when he spotted a tshirt thrown onto the floor and that’s when he heard it. The distinct sounds of moans filling the house. He followed the sound and stood outside your door.

“Such a good girl taking daddy’s cock aren’t you... keep bouncing that ass like that.. fuck it’s so good...”

Coco tried his best to contain his laughter, but more importantly, things just got a lot more complicated.

He went back to the living room and made himself comfortable. He waited until the moaning subsided and the bed stopped creaking. He stood up and made his way down the hall, opening the door with no warning.

“Hey lovebirds.” He pulled up the chair that was at your desk and sat on it, you and Angel throwing blankets over yourselves.

“Are you fuckin kidding me man?!” Angel spoke first.

“Wassup Y/N, relax, I heard the whole thing it’s okay. We got bigger problems mano. Bishop talked to the prospect. Got some info on your mom. The guy who killed her. You didn’t come home so figured I’d find you here and tell you.”

Angel looked back at you, then back at Coco.

You kissed his cheek , “it’s okay, go. I’ll be here when you’re done. I love you”.

He kissed your cheek and got up, wrapping a sheet around his hips. “I love you too”.

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alwaysahiccupandastrid · 5 years ago

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Social Media AU - Richie Tozier comes out during a show

I decided that this AU works better with a written headcanon to go with it, and so I’ve included it underneath the cut. It’s a little rough because it’s been a LONG time since I sat down and properly wrote something, but I tried!

Enjoy!

Holy shit.

He couldn’t believe he’d done that.

Jesus fucking Christ.

His manager was talking shit in his ear, prowling after him like fuck knows what, talking about “there’ll be backlash for this” and “not part of the plan”, and even “you’ve ruined your whole fucking career”. The usual stuff, really. Richie couldn’t bring himself to give a shit though, not right now. His heart was pounding ridiculously loud in his chest, blood rushing through him and making him feel dizzy – adrenaline mostly, but also some anxiety too.

Somehow he found himself in his backstage dressing room, manager still nagging him and furiously demanding answers. Pull it together, Tozier, pull it together.

“What in God’s name were you thinking?!” Brad hissed, slamming his hand down on the dressing table; the bottle of water next to the mirror topped slightly from the force of it. “This is a PR nightmare!”

“I don’t give a shit,” Richie said simply, giving a shrug. “What can I say, man? Gotta be true to myself.”

A vein seemed to throb in his manager’s forehead. “You just announced that you’re gay in front of hundreds of people, Richie, most of whom are within the demographic that are the least accepting of homosexuality! You think you’re the first gay person to be in this position? Because you’re fucking not, okay, there’s a reason PR is a thing! Your image is going to be ruined within just a few short hours of all of this!”

“So you want me to lie about it?” Richie snapped. “I’m done lying, okay? I’m done with the dumb girlfriend jokes, I’m done with the misogynistic shit that I’m having to recite, I’m fucking done! I shouldn’t be ashamed about this, it’s 2017 for fuck sake!”

“Alright, sure, it’s a more accepting time, but your fan base...in case it escaped your notice, you have a certain demographic, and it’s not ‘woke’ gay people. The people who came to your show tonight wanted to see the Richie Tozier they know and love, they wanted those jokes and that humor - not your life story and an impromptu coming out!”

“Well, tough shit to them - like I said, if I’m doing these shows, I’ll do it with my own jokes, not hiding who I am anymore.”

“Richie, it’s not that simple-”

There was a knock on the still-open door; a stagehand gawked at them, a little nervously, before clearing her throat. “Um… I’m sorry to interrupt, I… Well… These guests have VIP passes, and they wanted to see Rich- I mean, Mr Tozier right away.”

Behind her, Richie could see the rest of the Losers Club waiting awkwardly, clearly trying not to look at him or his manager. He cleared his throat and gave what he hoped was an at least somewhat polite nod. “Yeah, they’re friends of mine. Thank you. Brad,” He turned to his manager and gave him a meaningful look. “Some privacy please?”

Brad straightened his blazer but nodded too. “Of course. I have...things to try and fix. We’ll discuss this later, Richie.”

He waited until both the stagehand and his manager were out of earshot before gesturing for his friends to come into the dressing room; all of them looked nervous, clearly trying to pretend that they hadn’t overheard the argument, but he couldn’t bring himself to mind - he was just so glad to see them all right now.

“So…” He said, closing the door behind them and trying to look like he was holding it together. “What- What did you think?”

“You were great, Richie,” Bill said sincerely - and that seemed to make the others more comfortable too, judging by how they all started to smile and rush to embrace him.

“You did a wonderful job, Richie,” Beverly told him, giving him a squeeze and beaming at him. “You had us all laughing the entire show.”

Ben was grinning widely. “Far funnier than any of your old material, that’s for sure.”

“You were actually funny,” Stan said, though he was smiling fondly. “Never thought I’d say that, Trashmouth, but it’s true - if only you were that funny when we were kids.”

“Ha, fuck you too, Stan Urine,” Richie joked, but he was unable to stop himself from exhaling in relief. “I’m glad you all enjoyed the show - was kinda worried it wouldn’t get the same laughs as my old stuff.”

“Your old stuff was fake,” Mike brushed off, giving him a kind smile. “We could see it was really you up there, being yourself.”

Richie felt a little dazed by all the attention; he was briefly aware of Bill and Mike both patting him on the back, of Stan and Patty sharing a small laugh as they recounted something he’d said during the show, Audra congratulating him and saying how happy she was to finally meet all of her husband’s friends, Ben grinning widely, Beverly holding his arm and stating that she was so proud-

Eddie.

Fuck.

“Has anyone seen Eddie?” He blurted out, unable to stop himself. Everyone else fell into silence. “Oh shit. Fucking shit-”

“He just went out for some air,” Beverly said quickly, though she looked uncertain. “I think it’s just...a lot for him.”

“I gotta go find him,” Richie muttered, immediately heading for the door. “Fucking fuck...”

Ben’s arm stopped him before he could touch the handle. “Rich, I’m not so sure that’s a good idea.”

“No, I need to apologize to him, I need to explain-”

“Richie,” Bill said quietly. “You just said you’ve been in love with him since we were kids, in front of hundreds of people. Everyone will know by tomorrow, even if they weren’t at tonight’s show. It’s a lot for him to take in.”

Something anxious and vile reared up in Richie’s chest, making him feel like it was difficult to breathe. “I’ve fucked up. I’ve fucked this up, oh fuck...I’m a fucking idiot.”

“Richie-”

“It’s okay, Richie, don’t panic-”

“Shit, what’s he gonna think?! Fuck, I’ve ruined our whole friendship, what the fuck is wrong with me?!”

“You haven’t fucked anything up, Richie.”

“Rich, please just breathe, okay?”

He was only somewhat aware of Beverly’s hand in his arm, gently pulling him over to the nearby chair and sitting him down. “Richie, honey, have some water and just focus on breathing, okay?”

Knowing he had no choice in the matter, he took a gulp from the water bottle she passed him, focusing on her voice and doing his best to push his fears away. Tonight was supposed to have been the opposite of this - he was supposed to be brave, to stand tall, to not be ashamed of who he was. Instead he was terrified, filled with regret and uncertainty.

A part of him was briefly aware of someone (Bill, he figured) saying they were going to find Eddie before stepping out of the room. A minute or so later, he noticed the others starting to filter out of his dressing room, muttering that they were going to give him some space to breathe and not overcrowd him - they’d wait for him outside. He could only hope that security had managed to get any fans waiting out back to go away - normally he didn’t mind signing autographs or saying hello to people, but after tonight’s show...no. He couldn’t.

You’ve really fucked this up, Tozier.

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Beverly walked with him as they left, her presence welcome and calming; she didn’t speak, and he was grateful for that - he just knew that she understood, that she was on his side no matter what was to come. Then again, he was sure all the Losers would be there for him no matter what - they were like a family, he sometimes thought, a family of misfits and nobodies that found each other, found a group where they could be themselves.

Fuck, he loved his friends so much.

“You want me to drive?” Beverly asked finally when they reached the car park, looking around; the others were nearby, crowded together and talking amongst themselves. “Or do you have a limo these days, Mr Comedian?”

“Hilarious,” He said dryly. “No, but I have a driver sometimes. I can call him and tell him to head home for the night though.”

They had nearly reached the others before Richie realized that all of his friends were there.

Eddie was there.

His throat closed up. No, no, he couldn’t do this, he couldn’t-

“Eds,” Beverly said softly, giving him a kind smile.

Eddie gave a small nod, hands in his pockets and suddenly looking awkward. “Yeah… Erm… Hi, Richie.”

Everyone was silent. The tension was thick enough to be cut with a knife as they all debated what to do, none of them clearly sure of what to say in this situation. Richie tried to meet Eddie’s eye, only to find the other man staring at the floor resolutely; anxiety and worry gnawed at Richie’s insides at the sight.

Finally, after what seemed like a lifetime of awkwardness, Mike cleared his throat and looked around at everyone. “How about we go grab a drink?” He prompted. “You know, to celebrate.”

“Sounds like a good idea, Mikey,” Bill sighed with relief, quickly glancing at Richie and Eddie.

“We’re all booked in the same hotel, right?” Beverly decided quickly, not waiting for an answer before continuing. “How about we go for a drink at the bar? That way none of us need to worry about driving or trying to find our way home.”

The others murmured in agreement, though it was clear that things were still awkward. As they started to make their way out of the car park, Stan and Bill navigating and leading the way, Richie noticed Beverly’s hand leave his arm; before he could question her, however, he found himself face-to-face with Eddie - immediately his throat felt dry, voice mysteriously gone for once in his life.

“Richie.” Eddie’s expression was hard to read; he didn’t seem angry but he didn’t seem happy or pleased either, just...carefully neutral. “Look, we need to… We need to talk.”

“Yeah,” Richie managed. “I guess so.”

Eddie hesitated for a second or two before turning to call to the others over his shoulder. “We’ll meet you guys there.”

None of the other Losers commented on this; instead, Bill merely nodded and gestured in the direction that they were heading. “Sure. Take your time.”

As soon as their friends were far away enough not to overhear, Eddie looked at Richie pointedly. “Is there somewhere private we can go or…?”

“Err… Dressing rooms might still be open?”

“And we won’t be overheard?”

“No. I have a private dressing room, dude.”

Eddie rolled his eyes at this but gestured back towards the theatre. “Alright, fine. Lead the way, Trashmouth.”

Weirdly enough, the nickname made him feel more comfortable - it was almost like nothing had changed, like he didn’t just admit in front of hundreds of people that he was in love with this man, like he didn’t admit it in front of said man. For a moment, Richie allowed himself to think that everything would be fine; they’d talk it out, maybe be able to laugh it off, and it would be good. Not great, to be honest, but better than this hiding and lying.

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Thankfully security had allowed him to go back to his dressing room, under the guise that he had “forgotten” something, and they didn’t ask about Eddie accompanying him - awkward questions would have made it much more humiliating for all parties involved, he thought. Richie wasted no time in opening the dressing room door to let Eddie in before closing and locking it for good measure, just to be sure that they wouldn’t be interrupted.

“Here, urgh… You take the chair, I can sit on the table,” He offered.

“Don’t worry about it,” Eddie brushed off, crossing his arms and suddenly avoiding his eye. “I’m kinda too nervous to sit.”

“Oh. Thank fuck, me too.”

He noticed Eddie’s lips quirk upwards, as if he was trying not to let himself smile - that was definitely a good sign. He waited for the other man to speak first, partly to be fair but also because, frankly, he had no idea what to say.

“So… Congrats on coming out?” Eddie finally offered - and then they both burst into laughter. “Fuck, that sounds so dumb.”

“Yeah, but it’s kinda cute,” Richie chuckled before he could stop himself - and then he froze up again. “I mean… I don’t mean…”

Eddie seemed to realize what he meant and his smile faded. “Right. That.”

“I’m so fucking sorry,” Richie said quickly. “I should have told you in private or something, not on a fucking stage in a stand-up routine. I mean, I was going to imply that I’m gay as fuck, that was planned, but I wasn’t going to just put it out there like that, it just happened. And shit, I wasn’t even intending on saying all that about you, but I saw you sitting in the front row and… Jesus, Eddie, I just saw you laughing and I-”

“Richie,” Eddie interrupted, and the other man fell silent. “Look, man, this is all… Okay. Alright.” He closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath before speaking again. “What you said during the show about me…about how you feel...you meant it.”

Richie swallowed the lump in his throat. “Yeah, I meant it.”

“Since we were kids?” Eddie continued, waiting for the other man to nod. “Okay… Richie, I swear to God, if this is some practical fucking joke or whatever - something for you to get laughs or make fun of me or whatever dumb shit goes through your head - then I will punch you in the face right fucking now.”

“What? No, no this isn’t a fucking joke!” Richie retorted, almost offended by this accusation. “You think I would say all that shit on-stage in front of hundreds of fucking people just for a joke?! Fuck off.”

“Okay, okay, I know, I’m sorry, I just… It’s a lot to take in,” Eddie muttered. When his friend didn’t say anything, he cast a look at him, seeming to study his face, before sighing. “Rich, I’m not about to turn around and start screaming slurs at you just because you had a crush on me.”

“I didn’t-”

“I can see it on your face, dumbass. Richie,” He leaned over and put a hand on his shoulder. “You’re my friend - one of my best friends, actually. Nothing you say could make me hate you...well, not anymore than I do already.”

Richie gave a small, pained laugh, though the relief was evident on his face. “Right. Yeah. Thanks, Eds.”

For a long moment that seemed to stretch on for a lifetime, neither of them said anything else; Eddie’s hand remained on Richie’s shoulder, the taller man just looking at him gratefully. There was still a nagging feeling within him, something eating up at his insides and wondering if Eddie was just hiding any anger or disgust, maybe he just didn’t want to ruin a good night; they still hadn’t really addressed the whole “hey, I’m in love with my best friend Eddie” thing either, that could be awkward-

“Me too.”

Richie blinked. “What?”

Eddie’s hand fell away, and he merely just shrugged as he looked away from Richie. “Me too. I’m...I’m gay.”

“Oh. Oh. Eddie…”

“During the divorce proceedings with Myra, I...I started to think,” He continued, almost to himself. “Actually, it was before that, before I even left Derry. I would hate myself, you know, for every time I looked at a cute guy too long, every time I thought they were handsome in their best clothes or whatever. I’d push it away because I’d think it was not okay, that I was being disgusting or dirty or…”

Richie was stunned by this, suddenly at a loss for words. “Dirty? Come on, dude, you’re like the cleanest asshole I know - there’s not a microbe of dirt or whatever the fuck on you.”

“Hilarious. Really.” But Eddie wasn’t smiling. “Look, ever since the day we...we defeated IT, I’ve thought about it. I have. I thought about you helping me out before that fucking nightmare of a house collapsed, thought about you dragging my ass to hospital and demanding I get immediate attention, about how brave you were that day. After that I decided that I wanted to be brave too - you made me want to be brave and stand up for myself.” He paused. “That sounds cheesey as fuck, I know, but it’s true. And tonight, when you were telling your own jokes, stuff you’d written and worked hard on, I realized it again - that I want to be brave. I don’t want to be scared to admit it.”

“Really?”

Eddie nodded. “Yeah. But there’s something else, Rich...the only person I told before now is Bev, and that’s because she guessed, you know? She could tell, but I also knew she’d listen and not judge.” He took a deep breath. “When I was in the hospital, every time I woke up, you were there - you refused to leave me. The others would be there too, usually taking turns, but you didn’t do that - you were always there. And before that, when we were stuck in that fucking thing’s lair, I saw you…” His voice failed for a moment, and he hurriedly looked away. “Fuck, Richie, you were under the deadlights and I...I thought I was going to lose you. I couldn’t bear it, Rich - I just couldn’t. I had to do something, I had to save you even if it meant putting myself in danger.”

“Well…” Richie wasn’t sure what to say - this wasn’t how he imagined this conversation going at all. “It worked. I’m not dead.”

“No, I know. But do you get what I’m trying to say, Richie?” Eddie asked anxiously. “Why I’m telling you all this?”

“I dunno, man,” Richie said dazedly, trying not to get his hopes up - he couldn’t, he couldn’t let himself think one thing and be brought down when it was not true, not if he could help it. “This whole night has been a clusterfuck for me, and I’m not entirely convinced I’m not high and hallucinating right now.”

It wasn’t true - he hadn’t been high in nearly five years, and he’d given up excessive drinking after reuniting with the Losers. He knew Eddie knew that already, but it was the first excuse he found himself latching onto.

“Jesus Christ, Richie.” The smaller man rolled his eyes but remained otherwise serious. “I’m trying to say that I’ve...I’ve liked you since we were kids too. Loved you, actually. God knows why since you’re an idiot who annoys the shit out of me, but damn it, I love you, Richie Tozier.”

“…Fuck.”

“I was never going to tell you,” Eddie admitted, folding his arms and looking rather uncomfortable. “Even though I decided I was going to try to be brave, that I wasn’t going to keep up with a sham of a marriage, I thought that you weren’t…you know. And I thought that even if you were, then I’d be the last one you’d want to be with.” Strangely, he gave a smile. “Fucking dumb, right?”

Richie nodded. “Very fucking dumb. Jesus, Eddie, do you not see the way I’ve been looking at you? Fuck, there’s been days you’ve given me boners in public just because I was thinking about you.”

“Urgh, too much information, asshole,” Eddie huffed – but the affection behind it was obvious, his facial expression softening. “So…where does this leave us, Richie? What happens next?”

“Next?” Richie considered this. “Well, being honest, I’d love to take you out and do this shit properly, but…”

“But?”

He hesitated, giving the other man a surprisingly serious look. “But that’s your choice – if you wanna stay friends, I respect that.”

To his surprise, Eddie huffed before stepping forwards; before Richie could say anything else, he was being kissed firmly on the mouth, hands cupping his face and pulling him close. He wasted no time in closing his eyes and kissing him back, his heart soaring as his entire body came alive.

For the first time all night, the panic and anxiety that had set him on edge flowed away completely: all he felt was exhilaration and relief – and love, love for this man in his arms. Suddenly it didn’t matter about what anyone else thought – whether ‘fans’ would send him hate online, how this could impact his entire career, his manager hounding him with how much he’d regret this – because none of it was important, not as important as this, as finally being able to hold the person he loved, who he’d always loved, and being able to be open with himself as well as those closest to him.

Yeah, Richie thought to himself blissfully, he didn’t regret his decision in the slightest.

#the written part is so bad but lol whatevs i guess #reddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #social media au #it #bill denbrough #mike hanlon #beverly marsh #stan uris #stanley uris #ben hanscom #my writing

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wh0reyp0tter · 4 years ago

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Why’d You Only Call Me When You’re High? F.W

Song fic based on Why’d You Only Call Me When You’re High by Arctic Monkeys

Fred Weasley x fem!reader (house not specified but I pictured Gryffindor)

Includes: Swearing, angst, FWB, unresolved pining, a bit of crying, and “one-sided” love

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The mirror's image, it tells me it's home time

But I'm not finished, 'cause you're not by my side

I look around confused as I realize Fred’s no longer beside me. I look around to see him standing in front of a small blonde Gryffindor. She’s laughing at something he says. I sigh softly as I shake my head and make my way to the table full of alcohol. I pull one of the red cups off of the stack before pouring firewhiskey almost to the brim. I fill the rest of the cup with pumpkin juice.

“Y/N!” I hear my name called. I turn to see Lee and George waving me over. I smile at them as I walk over and join them on the couch. “Where’s Fred?”

“Over there,” I reply, pointing out the tall ginger. The two look at the boy before they shake their heads.

“Didn’t he ask you here?” Lee asks confused.

“Yep,” I say, popping the last syllable before taking a big swig off of my drink. The liquid burning its way down my throat.

“He’s such an idiot,” George murmurs. Lee nods in agreement before taking a sip of his own drink.

“At least someone’s having fun,” I say with a soft laugh. I turn to look at Fred, only to see him being pulled up the stairs by the blonde. I bite the inside of my cheek as a twinge of pain runs through my chest. George looks over at me with a soft look in his eyes. I down the rest of my drink before standing to get a refill.

And as I arrived I thought I saw you leavin', carryin' your shoes

Decided that once again I was just dreamin' of bumpin' into you

I wake up with a loud groan before I sit up and rub my head. “Bloody hell,” I mutter. I stand up before pulling clothes over my torso and walk out of my door. I see Fred tiptoeing out of the door across from mine, shoes in hand. He closes the door softly as he turns to look at me.

“Morning,” he says with a bright smile. I look at him with a tight-lipped smile as I walk out of the hallway and towards the Great Hall.

Now it's three in the mornin' and I'm tryin' to change your mind

Left you multiple missed calls and to my message, you reply

I’m woken up by a loud buzzing beside my bed. I blink a few times as I sit up and reach over to grasp my phone. I squint at the almost blinding brightness. As my eyes adjust to the new brightness I see Fred’s name across the small screen. I roll my eyes before I click the answer button.

“Hello?” I say into the phone.

“Hey, love,” Fred giggles. “Miss you.”

“Bloody christ Fred, it’s,” I pause to pull the phone from my face and check the time. “Fucking 3 in the morning! What could you possibly need?”

“Just missed your voice,” he hums into the receiver. His words slowed and mixing together. “Wanted to hear it.”

“What are you doing awake? We have class in like 4 hours!” I exclaim.

“Got bored, so Georgie and I were smoking,” he laughs. I close my eyes before I take a deep breath.

"Why'd you only call me when you're high?" I ask softly, my voice cracking at the end. There’s silence for a few moments before a giggle rings through my ear.

“Hi,” Fred says, I can practically hear the grin in his voice.

"Hi, why'd you only call me when you're high?" I repeat my question. There’s more silence, this time not followed by a laugh. I shake my head in annoyance as I click the red button and put my phone back on the table before laying back down.

Somewhere darker, talkin' the same shite

I need a partner, well, are you out tonight?

I feel someone pull me into a dark corridor as I was walking towards the Gryffindor common room. “What the fu-” I begin to say loudly. My sentence was cut off by someone’s lips on mine. My eyes widen as I push them away from me.

“Calm down darling, ‘s just me,” a voice chuckles.

“Christ Fred, you gave me a bloody heart attack!” I say in a hushed voice as I slap his chest. “What are you doing.”

“Just figured we could help each other out,” he hums as he begins placing soft kisses down my neck. I close my eyes as I let out a soft sigh.

“I’m supposed to be meeting Hermione,” I say as I feel his hand trail under my skirt. Fred pulls away from me with a smirk.

“Guess we’ll just have to be quick then,” he replies before I’m being pressed against the wall behind me.

It's harder and harder to get you to listen

More I get through the gears

“C’mon love, we can keep the boys waiting for a little bit,” Fred pleas as his hand tugs on mine.

“Fred, no,” I say sternly as I look at him.

“You always want to,” Fred argues.

“We agreed to hang out with George and Lee. I’m not blowing off more of my friends just so you get a shag. I’m going. You can join me, or get your dick wet somewhere else,” I reply. I pull my hand out of his grasp before I continue towards the boys’ dorm. I push my way through the door as I let it slam shut behind me.

“Y/N/N, are you alright?” A voice asks. I bite the inside of my cheek as I move to sit on George’s bed with him and Lee.

“I’m okay,” I say with a soft smile.

“Fred?” Lee asks. I nod silently as I feel a soft hand rub up and down my back.

Incapable of makin' alright decisions, and havin' bad ideas

Now it's three in the mornin' and I'm tryin' to change your mind

Left you multiple missed calls and to my message you reply

That night my phone buzzes a few times and my screen flashes showing multiple text messages. I roll my eyes before I pick it up only to see five missed calls from Fred and a few text messages.

‘hey u up?’

‘u can’t stil be ignoring me’

‘fuk Y/N/N, i’m sorry alright’

‘just com 2 my dorm’

‘miss u’

‘every part ;)’

I close my eyes for a moment before texting my response quickly.

‘Why'd you only call me when you're high?’

Moments later my phone begins buzzing in my hand as I see Fred’s name flash across my screen. I take a deep breath before answering it.

“Hello?” I ask, clearly annoyed.

“You answered,” Fred says softly. “Hi.”

"Hi, why'd you only call me when you're high?" I ask.

“You walked out earlier, just wanted to see if you fancy a meetup,” Fred replies. I let out a scoff before hanging up quickly. I place my phone back where it was before laying down, staring at the ceiling.

‘Is that all I’m good for?’ I think to myself. I feel a few tears roll down my face as I close my eyes.

And I can't see you here, wonderin' where am I

It sort of feels like I'm runnin' out of time

“Where’s Y/N?” Fred asks as he sits beside his brother. George shrugs as he leans on the wall. Fred looks around the room to see the small girl standing in front of Cedric Diggory with a bright smile on her face. ‘She only looks at me like that,’ Fred thinks to himself. Before he knows what he’s doing he’s already across the room.

“Hey mate,” Cedric says offering the tall ginger a smile. “Good job on your win today. You played great!”

“Thanks, can I borrow Y/N for a second?” Fred asks. Before either of the pair could argue, Fred pulls her away from him. “What are you doing?”

“Talking, before I was so rudely yanked away,” Y/N scowls.

“Why were you look at him like that?” Fred pries.

“Like what?” Y/N laughs.

“Like you fancy him!” Fred exclaims.

“Maybe I do,” the smaller girl scoffs. “Why does it matter?”

“You’re supposed to fancy me!” Fred argues.

“Yeah, I did,” she says softly before she walks away. Fred stands in place for a moment, in shock, before disappearing.

I haven't found all I was hopin' to find

You said you gotta be up in the mornin'

“Oi Y/N!” A loud voice calls after me. I turn to see Fred jogging up to me. “Fancy coming to my dorm with me?”

“I can’t,” I reply.

“It’s been ages! I miss that pretty little pussy of yours,” Fred says. The last little bit of his sentence turning into a whisper pressed into my ear. I feel my cheeks heat up as I shake my head at the boy.

“As much as I would love to, I have class in the morning. Have a good night Fred,” I say before I walk away.

Gonna have an early night

And you're startin' to bore me, baby

Fred sighs softly as he stares up at his ceiling. He pulls his phone out to see it’s only 9:30 at night. ‘I’m never in this late,’ he scoffs to himself. Fred sets his phone on the table beside him before closing his eyes, trying to sleep. After what felt like an eternity he decides against sleeping. He stands up before pulling a hoodie over his torso. Fred puts on a pair of trainers before walking out of his dorm. He quickly makes his way up to the astronomy tower, only to be met with a figure standing in front of the large opening. Fred moves further into the room only to be met with the girl who’s been occupying his thoughts. “Y/N?” He says quietly. She turns around as he sees tears evident on her face.

“What’s wrong?” He asks.

“Why'd you only call me when you're high?” She asks, tears falling down her face.

#fred weasly x reader #fred weasley #fred weasley x fem!reader #fred weasley x you #fred weasley one shot #fred weasley fanfiction #angst #pining #one sided love #weasley twins #weasley twins x reader #weasley twins x you

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sweater-daddiesdumbdork · 4 years ago

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Home Sweet Home: Catch ‘Em

Summary- 3.9k Andy Barber x You. You and Andy almost have it all, married and with a jointed family consisting of Andy’s teenage son Jacob, as well as your two younger children John and Cassidy. Looking to add another member, your family is in need of a bigger house, a forever home. You find just the place, 112 Ocean Avenue in Amityville Long Island. Home Sweet Home

Written for @optimistic-dinosaur-nacho Spooky Scary Stories challenge. Divider by @firefly-graphics

Warnings- Child Endangerment, Hints of Smut (nothing graphic) Swears.

A/N- I chose Amityville Horror for the challenge because its one of my favorite Spook Stories growing up. When reading you will find a lot of similarities to the 2005 Movie, some of the scenarios and dialogue are specifically from that film. Other parts of it are from the book itself. The family name was changed for my own personal reasons. Happy Haunting! 🎃

A/N 2- We’re halfway through!

Chapter 2 / Masterlist

The family settled and a few weeks later, morning started out normal for the rest of the household , but didn't start that way for Andy. His coughing never seemed to break and he was covered in a light sheen of sweat. You were already up to make breakfast for everyone, and Andy came down the stairs, rubbing at his chest.

“Coffee Andy?” You ask while holding the coffee pot over his mug but he shook his head.

“No, I actually came down hoping to find some cough syrup? Or pain medicine? Anything really. We don't have any upstairs.”

“Oh I tossed out the old stuff. But I will pick some up when I go out today. I told Jacob that I would drop him off at the high school today after I got John on the bus.”

Just as you were saying this, a stampede of footsteps came down the stairs making Andy wince a bit and all three kids came around the corner into the kitchen. Andy barked out a bit sharply, which even surprised you. “Y’all don’t need to be running on the stairs.” He coughed again and shivered. “Fuck its cold… I'm going down to check on the heater. If you could get that stuff, that would be great.”

He snapped the door open and disappeared from sight while you were staring after him in surprise. Even all three of the kids seem to be in shock. Jacob just shrugged at his father's weird behavior and went to sit on a stool at the kitchen bar, the other two following him while you set plates with some scrambled eggs on them in front of them. Jacob just took toast nibbling on the edge of it a bit.

“My phone cant keep any kind of charge whatsoever! I just got this thing to.” Jacob flipped it around to show you, and you saw it was already at 50 percent. You frowned at that, because of course he had one of the better styles of phones. Much better than anything you've ever had.

“Your charging cord is working and everything?” You question and he nods, slipping it in his pocket.

“Works just fine. It charges it to one hundred percent, twenty minutes later it is back down to fifty.”

You shrug at Jacob at a loss and happen to glance at a small clock on the kitchen windowsill. “Shit.” you hiss out and down the last of your coffee. “Come on, time for the bus before we're late. Jake, meet you in the car.” You grab your car keys and open the door to call down to Andy. “I'm taking the kids to school.”

You heard nothing more than a resounding deep cough and frowned reminding yourself to pick up that cough medicine for Andy on your way home. “Got your backpack John? Alright, lets go.” The whole pack of kids ushered out the door, leaving Andy all alone.

Andy is pacing downstairs, waiting for the heater to kick on, cursing it out.

“Spent all this money and the damn thing wont work.” he mutters while pulling the chair from his desk to it to sit in front of it, messing with the buttons on the front till a groaning protest came from the heater, and it clicked on to blast a bit of cool air, and quickly switched to warm. Rolling his chair back to his desk, he pulled out files from the bottom drawer to contact his clients and inform them that he was back in business at his new location.

He was so tired though, having felt like he was up half the night feeling ill, and within a few moments he simply closed his eyes to rest them, he would use as an excuse to himself. Within moments he nodded off, and the creeping shadow came out of hiding, solidifying in front of his desk. Sharp clicking steps echoed against the cement floor and claws seared when they touched the wood of Andy's desk. It leaned forward to loom over the desk, over Andy whose chin rested against his chest. Forked tongue slithered along Andy's face, making him twitch in his sleep, whispering “Catch ‘em, Kill ‘em” Red eyes watched his victim for a moment, seemingly at peace in this state. It flexed its hands, claws scratching into the wood before giving a hard shake, sending papers and pens flying, Andy’s laptop skidding across the surface and a picture that you had set on there yesterday crashing loudly to the floor. Cracking the glass into shattering pieces across the floor to glint wickedly. Andy’s eyes sprang open and he tipped forward to grab his shaking desk in surprise to see glowing red eyes and the scream of “Catch ‘em!”

Then it all stopped, and he shoved back from his desk, pressing his heels to his eyes thinking he was seeing things. “What the fuck, what the fuck.” when he lifted his head, his breathing shaky to look at his desk, it was all normal. His papers were still exactly where he had set them before, his laptop in sleep mode ready to be used, pens all neatly lined up how he liked, and his family looking at him with wide happy smiles and laughs at the beach, the glass shining slightly in the light.

“Jesus Christ Andy, get it together.” he shivered, cold once more and started coughing again. The door at the top of the stairs opened and your soft footsteps brought you down, Andy glanced up to see you carrying a steaming mug with the string of a tea bag wrapped around the handle and a paper bag that he assumed must have been the med’s he asked for. You reached the bottom and started approaching him, seeing his flushed face, the way he was heavy breathing with the rise of his chest, and you frowned while sitting the mug in front of him.

“Baby, you don't look so good.” Your hand brushed against the side of his face, and it felt ice cold to him. Jerking out of your touch a bit, he wrapped his hands around the mug and sipped from it, scowling at the taste.

“Don't talk to me like one of the kids Y/N.” he bit out of nowhere and he could see your face flash in a bit of hurt. “Sorry- sorry… I don't know what's wrong. Just a head cold is all. Are those the med’s?”

“I got you a bit of everything.” your voice was colder towards him now, turned off from his offhand comment, and you set those down to, Andy knew he had to make it up to you, that was twice in the same morning he had been short, completely out of character for him. His hand wrapped around your waist and pulled you into his lap, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

“I’m sorry I have been an ass this morning.” He said, hoping you would ease up a bit. Which you did, he felt you relax on his thigh and your hand lifted to brush through his hair, tilting your head.

“I know you're not feeling good. Come up soon and lay back down though? I am worried about you.” you confess, and he nods. “I gotta go back up and check on Cassidy.”

You leave him at his work, and going up the stairs, you leave the door open to let the kitchen's sunshine at least shine down the dark stairs. Maybe it will remind Andy to come back up you think to yourself as you leave the kitchen.

As soon as you do, the door eases shut, closing him back down in the dark belly of the house. Up the stairs, you walk the long hallway towards Cassidy’s room, gazing along the walls, imagining the photos you wanted to hang along the way when you heard Cassidy’s soft voice seemingly talking to someone.

“No Jody, I cant. Mommy wouldn't like that, and neither would Andy.” You tilt your head curiously hearing this now, recalling her mentioning someone by that name a few times now since moving in.

“Well, okay Jody, that doesn't sound too bad. And it is really cool. He took me out on it a few times. Even let me drive it once.”

You eased her door open to see her standing in the middle of her room, and she jumped when she saw you.

“Oh mommy! You scared me.” She giggled, and you poked your head around the door to see what she was talking to. Nothing, there was nothing there.

“Who are you talking to, Babygirl?” You ask, and Cassidy looks once more where she had been talking before answering.

“Jody, but they are gone now.” she hummed and turned towards her box of toys to dig through it. You come into the room and go to sit on the edge of her bed, watching as she pulled out a few of her dolls and brought out her tea set.

You wiggle your nose a bit, knowing imaginary friends were not uncommon. You pull up to a stand as she is setting up her dolls around a small table. “Do you want me to have tea with you?”

“No Mommy, I wanna just play by myself.” She said happily and you lean down to kiss the top of her head. Walking out, Cassidy followed behind you, peeking out to see you heading off to go back down the stairs.

“Okay Jody, she's gone. You still wanna go down to see the boat?” Cassidy looked over her shoulder to see the closet door easing open on its own. Cassidy giggled, and raced out of her bedroom, one goal in mind. Going to the boathouse.

You're in the kitchen, unpacking the last few boxes when you hear Cassidy’s feet thumping down the stairs. Luckily Andy is still down in the basement and hopefully can't hear the thumps that seemed to bother him. You were surprised in finding the door, but figured he must have had to shut it if he was talking to a client. Opening it back up to hear Andy was still downstairs, typing away on his laptop now with the clicking noise that worked its way up the stairs. Humming you lift another box on the table and start to unpack the contents. Turning your back from the fridge, you hop up to sit on the edge of the counter so you could fit the dishes together and put them on the upper shelf you couldn't reach. Unnoticed by you, the alphabet letters on the fridge start shifting around, letters coming together to fit together in a couple words.

When you finish, you hop off the counter and turn back to catch sight of the refrigerator door, your eyes widening at the horrible words spelled on the door.

Katch ‘em Kill ‘em

You gasp in shock at them, wondering who would have possibly written that. Thumps on the stairs distracted you half a second and Andy appeared with his mug for a refill. “Andy, did you write that on the fridge?” you say in a slightly accusing voice, and he frowns while glancing at you as he heads to put the kettle on the stove.

“What are you talking about Y/N?”

“The magnets on the fridge.” You answer and you both turn to the fridge door to see the letters scattered all over the place, not spelling anything. You scowl in frustration, because you know what you saw and Andy gives you a strange look.

“What words?” he asks while he's at the sink, filling up the kettle with water and you just shake your head.

“Nothing, I thought I saw something, but I didn't.” you brush it off, now unsure of what you saw. While you're unwrapping more dishes, you suddenly hear Andy utter. “Oh shit, Cassidy!” and the tin sound of the kettle crashing in the sink while Andy is sprinting to the back door and outside. You drop what you're doing and follow him out, right on his heels as he's running down the wooden deck steps and headed straight for the boat house. “ANDY?” You shout from behind him as he's running full out across the deck. “What's wrong?!” your panicked, unsure what is going on while Andy is trying to wrench the door open.

“Cassidy, I saw her go in here.” He rushed out as he wrenched on the handle, trying to get it to unclasp. You start pounding on the door now in a frantic way, Cassidy couldn't swim, and the boat house was stretched over the lake, should she slip in, there was a good chance she would drown. Your fear builds as Andy continues trying to get the door open. “What the fuck. CASS! OPEN THE DOOR.” he yells while trying to push it open.

“Oh god Andy, get it open, get it open.” tears start to well up in your eyes as you picture your daughter slipping under the water out of sight.

Andy growls out and pushes you aside to slam against the door, hoping to wrench it open. “I'm trying Y/N, get out of the way.”

Your just about to jump in to swim around to the other side of the boat house when the door sprang open and you both race in, looking around the dim interior to see Cassidy standing on the nose of the motor boat just staring out over the lake, you gasp in surprise seeing her like that as Andy made his way carefully along the edge of the deck not to startle her.

“Cass, Babygirl, look at me.” Andy says softly as he makes his way towards her. Your right behind him.

“Cassidy, look at Andy.” you whimper out, watching as she gets closer to the edge of the boat, and her gaze was so far away out over the lake, like she never noticed you or Andy trying to get to her.

“Cass!” He says more urgently, and she jumps to look at him, slipping a bit as the boat rocks from her movements. “Take my hand baby.” He stretches his hand out and she shakes her head a bit.

“I can’t, I gotta go.” Cass say’s with certainty, tilting her head like she was listening to someone else. “Jody want’s to take me to play.”

“Take his hand Cass!” your panic rushing your voice and Andy stretches out further over the water, his voice turning hard and authoritative.

“Cassidy I’m not asking again. Take my hand.” When Cassidy heard him this time, she snapped her head to look at him and her eyes grew wide with surprise. She stretched for his hand, her fingers trying to reach for his. Andy is quick to snatch her and pull her off the boat to safety, falling back against the wall from the momentum. You gather your daughter in your arms, giving a sob.

“Cassidy what were you doing, you could have drowned.”

Now the girl is caught up in Andy's and yours fear, giving her own sob as tears burst from her eyes while you and Andy rush out of the boat house with her strongly clutched in your arms, stopping just outside as she wails out. “Jody wanted to see the boat Mommy! Jody wanted me to go with them.”

“Cass, there is no Jody!” your nerves shook so you shout at her in anger and fear, and Andy reaches to take Cassidy from your arms.

“She's scared Y/N and didn't know any better, yelling isn't going to help.” He turns the little girl in his arms as she sobs into his shoulder, his hand smoothing along her back to calm her down. “Hey Kiddo, it's going to be okay.” He tried calming Cassidy who’s sobs wracked her body in Andy’s arms, and you walked away a bit to take a shuddering inhale. You know he's right, you're just upsetting her more, but your fear outweighed that right now.

“Just lock that damn door Andy, so this doesn't happen again.” you look back at the door and he nods.

“I will go pick up a lock at the hardware store, I promise.” He assured you and you nodded, wiping away your tears. Now your daughters crying in Andy’s shoulder upset you, made you feel guilty for yelling at her. You move to press your hand against her back and say her name. She tilts her head to look at you through teary eyes and you try giving her a shaky smile.

“I’m sorry baby, I didn't mean to yell. You just really scared me and Andy.”

She gave a sniffle and Andy eased her back so she could wipe her face dry and look at both of them.

“I’m-i’m sorry. Next time I will ask.” She said, and you nodded. Andy shifted her once more to rest on his hip.

“Cassidy, the boathouse is dangerous and you know off limits to you and John. If Jody tells you to do something you're not supposed to, what do you tell Jody?” he asked and the little girl lifted her arm to wipe her face again, hiccuping as she tried to catch her breath.

“I tell Jody no Andy.” she said, his hand still rubbing against her back.

“That's right, if you're not sure if you're allowed, you come ask Mommy, Me, or Jacob if it's okay.” he smiled at her to reassure her that it was all okay.

She gave a nod and he held up a pinkie finger, which she hooked her finger around and Andy kissed her forehead. “Pinky promise I swear Andy.”

“Can't break a pinky promise. You know… I think I have some cookies up at the house.” He said, his hand coming up to brush the last tears away with his thumb on her cheeks. “You wanna get a snack before I have to go back to work?”

Cassidy seemed to consider it. “Oreos?”

“Of course they are oreos!” Andy winked as you all headed back up to the house. “Best cookie there is, right?”

Cassidy gave a firm nod, and you let out a relieved breath. Crisis averted.

Later that afternoon, Andy came back out of the basement just as you were finishing the kitchen, Cassidy coloring at the table while he grabbed his keys.

“I will go pick up Jacob and stop at the hardware store.” He pecked a kiss on your cheek, and you looked at him.

“You sure you're feeling up for it?”

Andy nodded and flashed a smile. “I feel much better Love, those meds kicked in and some fresh air will do me good.”

You happen to agree since he's been in that basement most of the day, and you wave a goodbye, deciding you should probably figure out what's gonna be for dinner later in the day. “How about tacos tonight Cass?”

She cheers and you double check to make sure there was enough ingredients, which there was. No need to send Andy a text to pick up anything. “Come on kiddo, lets go pick John up from the bus stop.” you snap the door shut, bluntly ignoring the letters scattered over the fridge.

Heading down the driveway, the house groaned, all alone once again. There was a shattering through the kitchen, your finest dishes being flung from the cupboard and against the wall, fine china dust settling in the air as the scattered pieces spread across the linoleum for you to find later. The basement door wrenched open and the yawning darkness going down the stairs turned darker, more ominous.

When you came back, you stared in shock, stopping both John and Cassidy from going in to save them from stepping on shattered broken shards. “How about you two go on up to your rooms to play while I clean this up?”

Both children went upstairs, and you grabbed a broom to start sweeping, as you passed the basement door, you slammed it shut in frustration and anger.

Night fell and you got the kids settled in. Settling in bed yourself to lean against the headboard, massaging your temples while Andy was in the bathroom getting ready for bed.

You were beat after having to help John with his homework and Cassidy suddenly changed her mind and just hated tacos. Andy seemed to be feeling better, helping where he could. Offering to take over the dishes when John called you back to the kitchen table, and afterwards he hugged you from behind, kissing your neck while whispering in your ear that he couldn't wait to put a baby in you before he went back down to the basement to finish up with a few things.

Thinking back on his idea made you warm up and when Andy came back in the bedroom and stretched out next to you, you looked at him, biting your lip while looking at him.

“You really wanna tonight?” you asked hopeful, since moving your and Andy’s sexual escapades had diminished a bit and you put it all to the stress of moving a whole family to a new house.

“Make you a baby momma? Of course, come on over Pretty Girl.” He reached up to click off the lights and bathe the room in the moonlight when you gently eased into his lap, the two of you starting with gentle affectionate kisses before they turned deeper and needier. Andy's hands slid up and down your back through your tank top, and you would sigh against his lips at how good it felt. Andy chained kisses from your mouth to your jaw and you tilted your head back to let him chain those kisses of his down your neck. He pulled you in closer to feel more of you when his glance lifted to look in the mirror just behind you at the end of the bed.

At first Andy had no idea what he was actually looking at, a grotesque face appeared above him in the mirror, like it was balancing on the headboard behind him. Crouching in place, its clawed hands dug into the wood, its muscled body flexing as it swayed slightly on the head board. Up to its face, a forked tongue slithered out and red eyes glared at him in the mirror. How could something from a nightmare be here right now? He wasn't asleep, he was just about to make love to his wife. His head jerked back in shock, banging against the headboard with a loud crack as he looked up to see nothing above him. “Fuck!”

You yanked up in surprise, running your hands down his chest. “Handsome, what's wrong?” your head tilted and you looked where he was staring, feeling his heart starting to race under your hands.

“You didn't see that?” He grasped your hips, making you go still as you frowned.

“See what Andy?” his gaze fell back to ours and then back up.

“There was something there, fuck I saw it in the mirror. I don’t even know what it was. It looked like a- ” He grasped your hips and sat up to look around, your hands grabbing onto the front of his tee shirt in surprise. Looking back to the mirror and then to Andy who was still trying to figure it out.

“Like what Andy?” You are studying him trying to figure out what he was talking about.

“Fuck it I know Y/N.” His hold tightened on you a moment, like whatever was going to rip you away while he still looked around the room.

“Hey hey, Andy.” you cup his face and make him look at you, kissing his forehead and down till you leaned your forehead against his. “It's okay, there is nothing there, I promise.” Your lips brushed against his. His breathing slowly started to settle back down, and your hands rubbed against his shoulders and the back of his neck as he started to sink back against the pillows, rubbing at his face.

“It was so real though Y/N. These past few weeks, I feel like I'm losing my mind.”

You tilt your head and brace your hands against his chest. “Stress Andy, we’ve had a lot going on. It will get better, I promise.”

His blue eyes shined up at yours and softened seeing you looking down at him, his hands going back to tracing your thighs clasped at his sides. “You know I love you right Pretty Girl?”

You nodded and he twisted you two around till you were underneath him, and tilted your head up to kiss you deeply. “I think I was just about to put a baby in you.”

You giggled against his lips, wrapping your arms around his neck and whispering. “Yes you were Andy.”

#home sweet home #DinoScaryStories2020 #andy barber x reader #andy barber x you #andy barber au #amber writes #sweater writes #halloween #halloween 2020 #writing challenge #amityville horror

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hellcaster901 · 4 years ago

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Sapphire

Dear @damerondjarin

Happy Holidays!!!! I am, of course, your secret Santa!! And I really hope you enjoy this teasing little snippet I worked up for you! Whiskey gets you a special gift for the holidays!! I hope you enjoy!!

Tags: Mostly fluffy, there’s some work up to smut, but ;)

Word Count: 1216

“Close your eyes darling.” Whiskey smiled, staring down at you. You raised an eyebrow, a slight smirk on your face as you looked at his body language. He stood there, both hands behind his back, a cheeky smile on his face.

“What are you doing?” You laughed, lifting up your legs and crossing them. You settled yourself on the couch, keeping your eyes on him as he only smiled, shaking his head lightly.

“I said, close your eyes darling.” he repeated, a bit more stern. Biting the inside of your cheek, you listened, closing your eyes, trying to stop the smile that was spreading on your face.

“Christmas is in 2 days, you know that right?” You chuckled, twisting your fingers together in your lap. You were like a kid, shaking in your seat wondering what was behind his back.

“So you wanna wait the 2 days for this?” He scoffed. You heard some shuffling, trying to pinpoint what was going on.

“No.” you mumbled, which brought a chuckle out of Whiskey, the sweet sound coming from behind you now. You straightened your back once you realized where he was now, trying to listen closely. “What are you doing, honey?” You giggled, eyes still shut, but trying to follow the sound of him. There wasn’t a response, only a slight thud, almost like he just shut a box.

You gasped as you felt cold metal touch your warm chest, sliding up until it wrapped around your neck. “Open up love.” He whispered in your ear, doing the clasp and letting it drop on your skin. You instantly reached up for it, opening your eyes and looking down at the piece of jewelry. You were at a loss of words as you stared down at the silver metal, finger tips running over the round jagged blue sapphire. “Whatcha think?” He chuckled, moving around the couch, watching your every move as you stared down at it. You could hear the nervousness in his voice, hoping that you loved it.

And honestly, there weren't enough words to explain how you felt. Seeing this necklace, seeing how gorgeous it was against your skin, there just wasn’t enough words.

“I love it.” You whispered, looking up at him. “It’s gorgeous.” You could see the nerves melt away from him, his shoulders relaxing, a smile spreading on his face.

“It reminded me of you.” He smiled softly, moving closer to you. You hummed, listening to him, watching as his eyes trailed down your face, looking at your features before the necklace, eyes lingering on the crystal. “The first time we met, actually.” He chuckled softly, reaching up and touching the stone gently with his finger tips. You chuckled with him, remembering the event as well. “Walked in looking like you owned the place with those crazy ass blue heels.” he whispered to you, lightly tracing over your skin, sparking goosebumps over your body as he moved.

“And falling flat on my ass in front of you when the heel snapped.” You laughed, seeing that handsome smile you fell in love with. “That was so embarrassing.” You mumbled, shaking your head.

“Knew I had to have you right then and there.” He spoke, eyes snapping back up to yours. The embarrassment of thinking back to that time washed away as you stared back at Whiskey, those dark eyes searching yours. Words didn’t have to be spoken as you stared at one another, understanding what the other needed, understanding the love that was there.

Whiskey quickly cupped the back of your head, pulling you to him as your lips crashed together, moaning softly as you felt his soft lips move against yours, his hand tight in your hair, keeping you there, almost like he was afraid that you were going to run away. You moaned softly against his lips, reaching for him as well, clenching onto his shirt as you gently pushed him back, sinking into the cushions of the couch. You moved slowly, lips lazily moving as you got onto your knees, swinging a leg over his thighs, resting yourself on his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck, feeling his strong hands trail up your thighs. He grabbed at the plump flesh, trailing up to your ass, giving a strong squeeze, smiling against your lips as you gasped. “You’re horrible.” you mumbled, pulling away slightly, just enough to be able to look him in the eyes, seeing the bright lights shine off of them. He smiled sweetly at you, shrugging.

“What can I say darling, can’t help myself.” He grunted, grabbing your hips tightly as he pulled you closer, another gasp leaving your lips as you grinded against him, the very apparent bulge rubbing against your clothed center. “Gotta have you.” He mumbled, leaning forward, lips brushing against yours before you pulled away. He grunted softly, hands tightening around your hips as you pulled away, avoiding his kiss.

“Help me take this off?” You asked, seeing that confused look on his face, watching as you gently pulled the hem of your shirt up, showing some of your stomach to him. He quickly listened, grabbing the hem, yanking it up and over your head, tossing it back, eyes right back on you.

“Jesus Christ woman.” He huffed, staring down at your bare chest, the silver necklace resting perfectly against your skin. Chills ran down your back as you felt his warm hands move up your back, the roughness making you gasp as he grabbed at you, feeling how warm you were against his hands. “Gonna make me act like a fool looking like that.” He smirked, leaning forward, placing soft kisses against your breasts, hands pulling you closer, your breasts smashed against his chest, lifting them up for his greedy lips. You moaned softly, feeling his lips find their way over your skin, his facial hair tickling you as he moved, his hands still pressed firmly against your back.

“Jack.” You whimpered, weaving a hand into his short locks. He moaned deeply, looking up at you from his spot, red marks scattered along your chest from the areas he was just at. “Take me.”

It was a mess of clothes and hands as the two of you undressed, tugging at the stubborn buttons of his shirt, both of you trying to be as graceful as possible as you tugged your pants down. Giggles and shuffling as you wiggling his jeans down, groaning at his obnoxious boots before tugging those off as well.

“Stop wearing those boots.” You laughed, tossing them to the side, settling yourself back on his lap, sighing as you felt his warm body. It was almost like the two of you were meant for one another as you wrapped yourself around him, fitting perfectly together. “Always a hassle taking those damn things off.”

“Oh hush it.” He huffed, lifting you up slightly, slipping a hand between your thighs, fingers instantly finding your soaked folds. You let out a low moan, feeling his fingers gather up your wetness. “Ohh, there we go.” He smirked, fingers finding your throbbing clit.

“Jesus Jack.” You sighed.

You looked down at Whiskey, seeing that glint in his eye, knowing that for the rest of the night he was going to be seated between your thighs.

Jesus

#Whiskey x you #Whiskey x reader #Jack Daniels x you #Jack Daniels x reader #Pedro PAscal #Whiskey Fic #Merry Christmas!#hellcaster writes

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hankwritten · 3 years ago

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If You Hit Me With Lighting, Maybe I’ll Come Alive

Gen, 1k

Part of the DontNeedADiscord Pride Week, Day 5: Euphoria

Sometimes when Dad wasn’t tired, wasn’t working, had been home from The Job for a few days and wasn’t rubbing his eyes in the weak light of the workshop, he’d let me sit with him while he was making the machines. I’d set my own drawings down next to him, and we’d work together in warm silence while my legs dangled so much shorter next to his.

His were in black ink, and mine were in crayon, but at the end of the night he’d lean over and grin, “that’s some fine work, Dell.”

I’d light up, both inside and out, hit by a shock so hard it’d leave my hair standing on end.

As I got older, and when I promised to be real, extra careful, Dad would let me borrow his fine pens to work on my own designs. I wasn’t allowed at the blueprint paper, (that’s for The Job and just The Job darling, I’m sorry), but I learned how to make my lines smooth and precise, never letting it bleed onto the worktable below.

“Whatcha got there?” he asked me, watching me finish the curve on a spring lock.

“My kite got stuck in the live oak yesterday,” I explained. “I’m fixin’ a way to get it down.”

He chuckled. “You need a catapult and a jetpack for that?”

“Redundancy’s very important,” I reminded him.

“A’course,” he laughed, ruffling my hair. It was short, and blonde, and still sticking up since I’d taken to going at it with kitchen scissors whenever Mom wasn’t looking. She’d always find me later of course, have a good laugh, and fix it up with her trimmers. “How could I forget? You gotta a wild imagination darling, just like your Mom.”

“I ain’t wild,” I complained. “Just thinking outside the box.”

“Creative then,” he said. “Like your Granddaddy.”

I don’t want to like either of them, I thought to myself. I want to be like you.

For some reason, I stopped just short of saying it.

When I was eight, Dad let me help work on the truck.

It was simple stuff, holding the flashlight and handing him the right wrench every now and again, but my chest puffed up so big to actually be helping with something. Doing work. Dad slipped some protective goggles over my head and laughed when they kept sliding down my nose.

“Oh, ain’t you the cutest ‘lil engie,” Mom said when she came to check on us, pinching my check until I laughed. “Hang on, hang on, let me get the camera.”

When she came back, it was with three glasses of lemonade and the Polaroid, telling us to get close together until there was a snap.

“Wait,” Dad said. “Almost forgot.” With that, he lifted the hardhat off his own head and slung it on mine.

Every inch of skin prickled, delight and pride welling up strongly inside that I felt like I was going to burst. Mom and Dad were saying how grown up I looked and my body was filled with static—not head static after a long day with no sleep, but electrostatic, the bubbling before a storm, the kind that makes the hairs on your arms prickle.

“Oh that’s just too sweet,” Mom said, glancing at the photograph. “But I’ve kept you two from working long enough. Enjoy your truck fun!”

“Truck fun!” I repeated.

I was still so high on elation, I almost didn’t register when Dad came over and said, “suppose I’ll be needing that back then.”

I don’t know what came over me. Only, in that moment, suddenly losing Dad’s helmet seemed like the worst thing in the world. I swung both arms over the hardhat and yelled, “no!”

Dad pulled back in surprise. Mom, who’d only had one foot out the workshop door, turned back quickly, alarm on her round features.

“You alright there, sweetie?” Dad asked me, concern clear without the goggles to hide his furrow.

“I…” Big tears were rolling down my cheeks and suddenly I felt so stupid. I was eight for Christ’s sake, I couldn’t be crying like a big dumb baby. “I wanna keep it on…”

“That’s fine Dell, if that’s what you want,” Dad said, but exchanged a look with Mom as he did. “You hold on to it for now.”

I took a deep, lump-throated breath, trying to stop the tears that had sprung up so suddenly. The realization that the hat wasn’t going to be taken away lessened the flow, and eventually I stopped clutching my head.

“Okay…” I took another big sniff. “…Sorry for yellin’…”

“Ain’t no thing,” Dad assured.

We worked on the truck. Mom hung around for longer than she should’ve, just standing in the barn doors that separated the workshop from the rest of the farm, eyes darting at me now and again. I guess I know why she was so worried. I wasn’t a fussy child, not by a long shot, and to break down over something so small was wildly out of character, enough that she looked like she wanted to hang around until she got some answer I could give her. But then she was gone, and we kept working, and the nice feeling of being smart ‘n helpful returned to my fingers a bit.

Dad didn’t try to make me take it off again. Not even when we went in for supper, and there weren’t usually any hats allowed at the table. When he tucked me in, he asked, “is it alright if we set it on the nightstand while you sleep? It’ll be real close by.”

I chewed the inside of my cheek. “Okay…”

Gently, he lifted it off, and set it right where he said he would.

“G’night darling,” he said, kissing me on the forehead.

I blurted, “I’m sorry!” as he stood to leave. “I don’t know why I…I just want to be like you.” The last words came out small, and I didn’t know why they felt so bad to say.

There was a beat. Then another. He sat down on the bed again, reaching forward to stroke my hair down flat. It resisted, like always, ever static-filled and springing back to life.

“It’s alright,” Dad said, something off in his voice that said it really wasn’t. “It’s alright. Why don’t I make you a different one, one that's your size? Would you like that?”

Not trusting myself not to burst into tears again, I nodded.

He wrapped his strong arms around me and squeezed, and for a second I was sure nothing bad would ever get me again. “Love you darling.”

“Love you too, Dad.”

#dnadprideweek2021 #tf2 fanfiction

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lucinations · 4 years ago

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A night out 🍾 (Pt. 1) – Vivianne Miedema x Reader

a/n: this is set after the 2017 euro don’t @ me i’m trying. also for @dokespoke here ya go x (also this gif of her is so cute wtffff)

prompt: you and the team (and fief ;) ) go out to celebrate your 2017 euro gold medal.

“It’s so cold,” I whined as we stood in line for the club.

“It’s summer,” Viv pointed out with a frown.

“If you hadn’t noticed, there’s no sleeves on this dress,”

“Is that what you’re calling that?” Viv teased playfully, “Looks more like lingerie to me,”

“You’re hilarious,” I told her with a tut, pulling something out of my purse, “Besides, gotta fit the look because tonight I am 21!”

I flashed her the fake ID I had been stashing away. She peered at it critically.

“Is that you?” she asked, and I shook my head.

“My sister,” I said, and she gave me an unimpressed look.

“You guys don’t really look alike, you know that?” she said, and I rolled my eyes, “She’s way prettier,” Viv teased.

“Shut up!” I aimed to give her a punch on the shoulder, but lost my balance and ended up glancing her arm and stumbling past her. She had to grab my waist to stop me falling and steadied me.

“You’re also way drunker than I thought,” she noted, and I shook my head.

“Not nearly drunk enough to put up with hearing ‘Despacito’ 5 times in one night,” I said, and she nodded with a groan.

“Why do you need a fake ID anyway? The age here is 18,”

“I did my research,” I said with a small hiccup, “This club is 20+, and since Sari insisted we party here in Utrecht I had to make arrangements,”

Viv said nothing, but I could see the judgement on her face.

“Come on Viv! Loosen up a little, we just won the Euro’s for god’s sake!” I complained, and she let out a sigh.

“Fine,” she said, shaking her head as we reached the bouncer. He didn’t even look twice at my ID as he waved us into the crowded club.

“Christ, it smells in here,” Viv screamed over the noise, and I nodded as the powerful smell of BO hit me.

“Worse than our changing room,” I said, and she laughed.

“Where did they go?” I frowned, and I could no longer see our teammates who had been standing in front of us.

“I don’t know,” Viv said, before suddenly grabbing my hand, “Stay close,”

Her hand fit in mine almost perfectly, I thought, but I dismissed it quickly, scolding myself.

She was my friend, nothing else.

“Let’s get a drink,” I said, and she nodded. We wrestled our way through the crowd, hands clasped together so we wouldn’t lose each other in the moving crowd. When we got to the bar we managed to make our way to the front. Since Viv was taller and more easily got the attention of the bartender, she ordered the drinks while I stood next to her. When she had paid, she handed me the drink.

“You better get me a drink later, those cocktails you drink cost like 10 euros a piece,”

“Don’t worry,” I said with a laugh, “Next round is on me,”

“Hey girl, I just googled ‘sexy’, and a picture of you came up,” said a voice from behind me. I rolled my eyes at Viv as I turned around to face the guy with a sweet smile.

“You know, that same picture will show up if you google ‘not interested’,” I said, and Viv let out a laugh behind me as I took a sip from my drink. The three friends standing around the guy started laughing loudly, and the dude went bright red in the face.

“Enjoy your night,” I said airily, before taking Viv by the hand diving back into the crowd.

“He was kind of cute,” Viv said, and I grimaced.

“The only reason I know you’re gay is because you just said that,” I replied with a smile, and she gave me an unimpressed look.

“You’re hilarious,” she said dryly, and I giggled.

“Come on, Viv, he had a bad mix of Dutch frat boy syndrome and teenage acne,” I said, and she rolled her eyes.

“You’re so picky,” she tutted, and I shook my head.

“No, I’m not, but frat boys are a whole different story. They’re so bad in bed it actually put me off sex for a while,”

“I cannot believe I’m having this discussion with you,” Viv said with a disgusted grimace.

“You honestly thought I wasn’t having sex?” I asked her with a snort, “Come on, you’ve known me longer than that,”

“I know it’s happening, doesn’t mean I want to know the details,” she said, “To me you’re still the baby of the team, braces and all,”

“Ugh, please don’t remind me,” I said with a shudder. I had joined the team two years ago, aged 17, and at the time had still been wearing braces.

“They suited you,” she said with a cheeky smile, “Along with your collared shirts,”

I gave her a glare, “Stop talking now,”

She laughed and drank from her beer, just as Danielle seemed to materialize from the crowd.

“There you are! Come on, come join the rest,” she said, before grabbing my hand and dragging me forwards. I managed to look over my shoulder and shoot Viv a desperate look.

This was going to be a long night.

#vivianne miedema #viviannemiedemaimagine #arsenalwfc #danielle van de donk #oranjeleeuwinnen #woso #woso imagine

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softlass27 · 4 years ago

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yes, ya girl accidentally turned what was meant to be a short, fluffy prompt into 4000 words and ended up having to post it a day late. what can you do? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

kind of a continuation of my “end of chaddy” ficlet from last week, but you don’t need to have read that to follow this one. as long as you’re aware of the hoped-for chas/al affair :)

Flufftober day 3 – But you said

AO3 link here

“So uh… ” Aaron sidles up to Robert while he’s cooking tea, snaking both arms around his waist. “You remember how you love me?”

Robert drops his knife on the chopping board and twists around to stare down at his husband, suspicions already raised. “Yes… it rings a bell. Why?”

“No reason,” Aaron blinks up at him with a innocent look that’s not dissimilar to the one Seb gives them when he’s been caught eating a biscuit before mealtime. “Just… remember that, okay?”

“What’ve you done?”

“It’s nothin’ bad! Except… I sort of… toldPaddyhecouldstaywithus.”

“Excuse me?” Aaron’s already starting to make his escape, but Robert grabs him by the arm and pulls him back. “Oh no, you don’t. You told Paddy he could what?”

“It won’t be for long.”

“I agree, it won’t be any time at all. Because it’s not happening.”

“Look, he doesn’t have anywhere else to go. Marlon has a full house, there’s no room for him there.”

“Not my problem.” Robert can genuinely, sincerely, think of nothing worse than having Paddy Kirk for a houseguest. He only just got rid of Cain, for Christ’s sake. “Why’s he moved out anyway? Your mum’s the one who slept with someone else, isn’t the cheater the one who’s supposed to get kicked out?”

Aaron raises an eyebrow. “You’d rather live with my mother, then?”

“No thanks, I already did my time.”

“No need to make it sound like it was a prison sentence,” Aaron fires back with a roll of his eyes. There’s no response Robert can offer that won’t end with him sleeping on the sofa, so he keeps his mouth shut. “Mum has to stay in the pub, it’s where she works. And to be honest, I don’t think Paddy ever really liked living there, he didn’t want to stay.”

“And now he’s got his sights set on our place, does he?”

“Only for a few days!” Aaron says quickly. “Just until he gets himself sorted and finds somewhere more permanent. Look, he took me in when no one else would, the least I can do is return the favour for a couple of nights. Please? For me?”

Robert sighs and takes a moment to contemplate the things he does for the sake of his marriage.

“Fine,” he says through gritted teeth. “A few days.”

Aaron’s face lights up and he pecks him on the cheek. “Thank you.”

“When’s he coming, then?”

“In about… ” Aaron glances at the clock. “Five minutes?”

“Wha – five minutes, are you kidding me? Aaron, get back here. Aaron!”

Day One. It’s been just over twelve hours and Robert’s at the end of his tether.

The man sitting across from him at the kitchen table slurps his tea disgustingly loudly, chewing with his mouth open and getting toast crumbs all over himself and the table. Robert’s three-year-old has better table manners.

“So, you and me?” He says to Aaron with his mouth full, grinning widely, no sign of his misery from the night before. “Roomies again, eh?”

His high-pitched giggle makes Robert miss Cain. At least he’d had the decency not to talk during breakfast. Or at all, really.

Aaron gives him a fond look from where he’s buttering his own toast (Robert’s fresh sourdough loaf is going to be gone by tomorrow, he just knows it) and nods. “Just like the old days.”

“Until you get your own place sorted, of course,” Robert says loudly from behind his newspaper, an outwardly pleasant smile plastered across his face. “How’s that going, by the way? Making time for flat viewings in between your appointments with pregnant cows?”

The grin drops from Paddy’s face and he fixes Robert with the same scowl he’s been levelling at him for the past six years.

“Haven’t found anywhere yet,” he mutters moodily.

“But there’s no rush,” Aaron’s quick to add, sitting at the table next to him. “You’ve been through a lot these last few days, you can stay as long as you need.”

Paddy nods morosely, face like a wet weekend. “I just… I can’t believe she – that this has happened. I thought – I just didn’t see – see it coming.”

Funny, Robert saw it coming a mile off.

“Me neither,” Aaron pats Paddy’s arm, already shooting Robert a look that clearly says don’t you dare.

And just like that, Paddy’s taking off his glasses and blubbering into his napkin, like he had been for most of last night. Rambling on and on about shock and betrayal and how he just doesn’t know how he’s meant to get through this.

“Well,” Robert closes his newspaper. “How did you get through it the last time she cheated on you?”

Paddy is stunned into silence. He gapes at Robert like a fish, face torn between shock and outrage.

“Don’t you need to be getting to work now, Rob?” Aaron asks, exasperation radiating off him in waves.

“Suppose so.” He leans over to plant a kiss on Aaron’s lips, trying hard to ignore the pitiful sniffling next to him. “Love you.”

“Love you, too. See you in a bit.”

No sooner is Robert in the car, he gets a text from Aaron.

You’re a menace.

He chuckles and set off for work.

“Please tell me you’re not here for food,” Victoria begs when Robert turns up at the pub later that day. “Marlon’s decided that since Chas has A – cheated on his best mate, and B – slept with the man who ruined his marriage to Jessie, he doesn’t want to see her right now. Which means he’s not coming into work, which means that muggins here is now stuck holding the fort in the kitchen all day.”

She throws her hands in the air in frustration, face sweaty and chef’s hat askew, and any inclination Robert had had to ask for some chips quickly vanishes.

“No ta, just came for a drink.”

“Oh, thank God. Right, can’t stop, too many pies to make.” Without further ado, she turns on her heel and scurries back towards the kitchen.

“Stellar customer service skill as always, Vic!” Robert calls after her, just as Chas herself appears in her place. “Chastity,” Robert smiles and rests his elbows on the bar.

His mother-in-law watches him warily. People have been sending filthy looks and snide comments her way all week (Priya and the Sharmas have more friends and influence in the village than she could ever dream of), so she’s somewhat on edge.

“What can I get you?”

“Just a pint, please?”

She nods shortly and grabs a glass.

“So… how’s Al?”

Chas stops pulling the pint, tired and baggy eyes narrowing at him. “Excuse me?”

“Just making conversation.”

“Well, I’d rather you didn’t.”

“Understood.”

She huffs and continues filling his glass in silence.

“So should Aaron and I put his name on your Christmas card this year or – ?”

Chas slams the pint down and storms into the back, leaving a smirking Charity to take his money.

“You’re a brave man, Robert Sugden,” Moira grins from where she’s perched further down the bar.

“It’s because of her that I’m stuck with Paddy snoring in my spare room, I’m beyond caring.” He takes a gulp of his pint and heads in her direction. “Besides, I’ve gotta get my kicks from somewhere. Chas Dingle making a mistake like the rest of us mere mortals, I couldn’t resist.”

He can’t pretend he isn’t enjoying everyone getting a stark reminder of just how much of a hypocrite Aaron’s mum can be – he’s had to deal with it since the day he and Aaron got together – longer, even. She may act civil enough for her son’s sake, but Robert knows that Chas has never quite trusted him – not even after they got married properly – and that she was always looking for an excuse to use his past against him. Never mind all the wrong she’d done and the hurt she’d caused people over the years.

“Ah well, can’t say I blame you,” Moira’s smile dims into something more contemplative. “After all the grief she gave me for what happened with Cain last year, I’m tempted to get a small dig in myself.”

Christ, at least Robert's not the only one. How many times has someone in the village had to hear Chas Dingle gleefully whip out her classic mantra from behind the bar? Once a cheat, always a cheat.

Moira shakes her head, face brightening as she holds out her glass. “Well, here’s to us mere mortals, then.”

“I’ll drink to that,” Robert clinks his glass to hers. “Cheers.”

“House rules.”

On Day Two, Robert slaps a piece of paper down in front of Paddy, startling him so badly he nearly drops his phone.

“S-sorry what?”

“House rules. For you to follow while you’re staying here.”

Paddy picks it up tentatively. “It’s… laminated.”

“It’s Rob’s latest toy at work, don’t question it,” Aaron scoffs from the sofa. “He laminated our shopping list last week.”

“Take the recycling out on Tuesdays… don’t touch Robert’s coffee pods…no talking to Aaron while Top Gear’s on… only ten minutes in the bathroom?”

“Yeah, what of it?”

“B-but you two have an en-suite! I’m the only one using the bathroom, why does it matter how long I take?”

“The rules are there to be followed, not questioned.”

“But – ”

“Do you want our rent-free spare bedroom or not?”

“…Yes.”

“Well then.”

“So then I told the bloke,” Aaron says from his perch on the kitchen counter, banging his feet against the cupboard. “He bloody well take what was agreed in the contract, or I’m gonna tell every scrap contact I know to never work with him again. He changed his tune pretty quickly after that.”

“Absolutely ruthless, I’m so proud,” Robert grins, before whacking Aaron’s leg with the wooden spoon in his hand. “Stop that.”

Aaron rolls his eyes, but brings his swinging feet to a stop. “What’re we havin’ for tea, then?”

“Stir fry do you?”

“Mmm, yeah. With… ” Aaron picks up a packet of quinoa, frowning at the label. “Kwin-oh?”

Robert stares at him. “I think the word you’re looking for is quinoa.”

“Whatever, it’s a daft spelling.”

Robert plucks the packet out of his grasp. “You’re lucky you’re fit.”

“You’re lucky I have a thing for pretentious arseholes.”

“Oh, it’s like that, is it?”

“Mmhm.”

Aaron moves half a second before Robert does, flying off the counter and dashing away just as Robert makes a grab for him. He chases his child of a husband around the kitchen a few times, knocking into the chairs and sending a bag of peppers careering to the floor before he manages to get hold of him.

“Rob, no, don’t!” Aaron cackles as Robert’s fingers dig into his ribs, tickling him mercilessly. “Stop, stop it, I’m sorry, stoooppp!”

They both laughing so loudly, they almost miss the awkward cough that comes from the living room. Robert moves his hands from Aaron’s sides to rest on the small of his back, as they turn their heads to see Paddy watching them uncomfortably from the sofa.

Honestly, Robert had forgotten he was there.

“Alright, Paddy?” Aaron asks breathlessly, hands travelling up Robert’s chest to rest on his shoulders.

“Fine,” Paddy says shortly, still watching them with a mixture of annoyance, discomfort and… something else that Robert can’t quite put his finger on. He’s not sure he likes it. “Just… ” he wafts a hand in the direction of his laptop. “Trying to find a solicitor so I can sort out access to Evie. Could do with a bit of peace and quiet.”

“Well it’s very quiet in the spare room,” Robert offers, wincing when Aaron pinches the side of his neck.

“Ignore him, Paddy. Sorry, we’ll keep the noise down, let you concentrate.”

“No, actually I think I will go up to my room,” Paddy gathers his things and heads for the stairs. “Would rather be on my own anyway.”

As soon as he’s out of sight, Aaron rolls his eyes at Robert.

“I know he’s a bit of a pain, but would it kill you to cut him some slack?”

“Er, we shouldn’t have to ‘keep the noise down’ in our own house. It’s not like you’re still a teenager, Aaron!”

Aaron quirks a half-smile at him. “Dunno, might be sort of fun. Waiting ’til the grownups are gone so we don’t get caught, sneaking out later so we can be alone.”

“Oh yeah?” Robert raises an eyebrow. “The teenage romance thing doing it for you, is it?”

“Well it’s not like I got to do much of it the first time around, what with, y’know, not being out.” Aaron leans in to whisper in Robert’s ear. “Fancy goin’ for a snog at the cricket pavilion after tea?”

Robert shivers and turns to nuzzle at Aaron’s neck. “Make it a hand job and you’re on.”

That unreadable look that Paddy had given them, the one that had put Robert on edge, keeps making a reappearance.

It happens when Robert flops down on top of Aaron where he’s stretched out on the sofa, bumping his head against Aaron’s chest until he starts running slow fingers through his hair. They stay curled up together like that for the rest of the night while they watch TV, and more than once, Robert spots Paddy out of the corner of his eye. Just… staring at them with his brow furrowed, mouth twisting with displeasure. He almost looks... angry?

He does it again when Robert presses Aaron’s morning coffee into his hands with a warm kiss, and again when they talk excitedly about all the stuff they’re planning to do with Seb when he next comes to stay, and again basically every time they show the slightest bit of affection to each other.

“Oh, did you manage sort out the electricity bill yesterday?” Robert asks Aaron on the morning of Day Four.

Aaron opens his mouth to answer, but Paddy’s incredulous scoff cuts him off.

Robert blinks at him. “Something funny?”

“No, it’s just… Aaron doing the bills?” That high-pitched laugh of his returns, this time accompanied by a series of snorts. “There’s a sentence I never thought I’d hear.”

“Why not?”

“Well… it’s not really your thing, is it Aaron?”

“Pretty sure dealing with bills is something most adults are capable of dealing with,” Robert says, eyebrows raised.

“What, you think I just make Rob sort out everything for me?” Aaron adds with a slightly bemused laugh.

The mirth in Paddy’s eyes has dimmed rapidly, his giggling taking a more nervous turn. “No, that’s not – I mean – I’ve just never seen it, I suppose. You never had much interest in that side of things when you lived with me.”

“When I was 18?” Aaron’s brow crinkles in confusion. “I think I’ve grown up a bit since then, Paddy.”

“Oh, you definitely have,” Robert murmurs with a wink, snickering when Aaron whacks him on the arm. “So, electricity bill?”

“Yeah, I finally managed to speak to an actual human on the phone, for once. Got ’im to refund all of the money they overcharged us.”

“Brilliant, can finally tick that off the to-do list.” Robert kisses him lightly. “My hero.”

Aaron snorts. “Alright, soft lad.”

There’s that odd look again, Robert can just sense it. He doesn’t know what Paddy’s problem is but he doesn’t care, not really. Not when he’ll be out of their hair sooner rather than later.

It all comes to a head on Day Six. Frankly, Robert’s amazed they made it almost a whole week without someone snapping.

It’s early evening, Robert washing the dishes and humming along to the radio while he waits for Aaron to bring a takeaway home. Paddy sits at the kitchen table, sausage-like fingers bashing at the keyboard so slowly it’s making Robert’s eye twitch.

There’s a loud sigh from behind him, shortly followed by some frustrated whispering. Followed by another, louder, sigh.

Robert grits his teeth.“Something wrong?”

“The flat I was meant to be viewing tomorrow, someone’s just flippin’ taken it.”

“Ah. Well, something will turn up soon.” Please let it turn up soon.

“This isn’t fair,” Paddy mutters a moment later, bitterness dripping from every word as he slams the laptop closed. “I’m the injured party here, why should I have to be the one who ends up homeless?”

“Didn’t think you’d want to stay at the pub, Aaron said you were never keen on it.”

“I’m not,” Paddy snaps. “But it’s the principle of it!”

“Ah, the principle. Of course, what was I thinking?” It wasn’t so long ago that Paddy’s principles had very nearly screwed up Johnny’s adoption for Vanessa and Charity. Robert hadn’t forgotten.

“You know what, Sugden?” Robert wipes his hands on a dishcloth and turns to see Paddy looking at him with narrowed eyes. “I have had just about enough of you and your attitude.”

Christ, it’s like living on the farm again.

“Well if you don’t like it, you know where the door is.”

“Oh, I bet you’d just love that. Although if I wasn't forced to be here, then you wouldn’t be able to rub it in my face anymore, would you?”

Robert stares at him, baffled. He turns off the radio. “…You’ve lost me. Rub what in your face?”

“Oh, come on, you think I don’t know what you’re doing?”

“Paddy, I genuinely have no idea what you’re on about.”

“You!” Paddy jerks to his feet, shoving his chair back so hard it almost tips over. “You, showing off all the time, shoving it in my face like you’re trying to prove that you’re this perfect, loved-up couple when I’ve lost – when I’m going through… ”

Robert can honestly say he’s never met a man as pathetic as the one stood on front of him.

“Is that what the funny looks have been about?” His jaw nearly drops when Paddy just glares, confirming his suspicions. “So what, you’re just… I don’t know, jealous that Aaron and I have a good relationship while yours has crashed and burned – ”

“Jealous?!” Paddy splutters, his words angry and halting. “Of you? Don’t you – acting as if you’re better – don’t you dare look down on me and my relationship with Chas.”

“What, like you’ve looked down on me all these years?”

“That’s different, entirely different.”

“Oh yeah?” Robert sneers, Paddy’s sheer audacity ruffling his feathers. “How’s that, then?”

“Because you – you're Mr Shifty. Doesn’t matter how hard you try with the ‘nice guy’ act, you always have been and you always will be,” Paddy snarls, teeth bared. “And fine, maybe you and Aaron are happy now, but relationships are hard work, even strong ones can fall apart just like that. You don’t know anything about my relationship! When you’ve been through something like what Chas and I have, losing a child – you have no idea.”

“No, I don’t. I can’t imagine. But that doesn’t give you the right to have a go at me and accuse me of all sorts in my own house.”

“It does when what I’m saying is true. And I’m not about to sit here and listen to a lecture from another cheater like you.” Paddy smirks nastily, folding his arms triumphant. “If there’s one thing I’ve learnt these last few days, is that those sorts of people don’t change, not really.”

“Is this the moment where I bring up Tess, or…?”

And that, apparently, is the straw that breaks the camel’s back.

“How dare you?” Paddy hisses, apoplectic with rage. “Standing there on your high horse, like you think we’ve all just forgotten what you are. Well, maybe other people have, but I definitely haven’t.”

He jabs a vicious finger in Robert’s direction.

“You’re the same smug, arrogant piece of scum you always were, and eventually Aaron will see that for himself," his voices raises to a shout, spit flying from his mouth. “Maybe things between the two of you are fine now, but they won’t be forever. It’s only a matter of time before you’ll screw up again, just like you always do, and the wool will fall from his eyes. He’ll figure out that he can do better than you.”

“Will I, now?”

There’s a long, ringing silence, and Robert and Paddy both turn to see Aaron standing in the living room, coat and shoes still on and a takeaway bag dangling from his hand. The look in his eyes is as dark as thunder.

“A-aaron I – ” Paddy stammers, face paling. "I wasn’t… ”

“You weren’t what? Havin' a go at my husband and slagging off my marriage behind my back?”

“I – that wasn’t what I was trying to do – ”

“No? Because it definitely sounded like it.” Aaron tosses the takeaway bag on the coffee table. “So what, Paddy, not only do you think I’m rubbing my marriage if your face, you also think I’m trapped in a relationship with some master manipulator and I’m just too thick to notice?”

“No!” Paddy lurches towards him, stopping in his tracks when Aaron takes a swift step back. “No, of c-course not, I meant him, not you. I just – Aaron, he started it! He was winding me up!”

“I’m sure he was,” Aaron looks at Robert and his glare briefly softens into fond irritation, before his gaze snaps back to Paddy. “But that’s no excuse to say any of what you just did. Can you blame Robert for havin’ a go sometimes when you treat him like that?”

“I’m just – I’m just looking out for you.”

“That’s not what that was,” Aaron purses his lips together before sighing, hands on his hips. “You know what, Paddy, I think you’d better find somewhere else to stay from now on. The B&B probably has a room free.”

“What?” Paddy gapes at him, shocked. “Aaron please, I’m sorry, I won’t say anything else, I swear – ”

“No,” Aaron cuts him off. “Seb’s coming tomorrow, and I don’t really want him around this sort of atmosphere. It was gonna be a bit cramped with the four of us anyway.”

“But – but you said I could stay as long as I want.”

“I did, but that was before you threw my hospitality back in my face. Besides, if it’s so hard to watch me and Robert be happy together, then the Mill definitely isn’t the place for you.”

Paddy gawks at him for a moment, before scowling and trying a different tack. “So that’s it, you’re taking his side over mine?”

He gestures to Robert without actually looking at him. Robert would be offended if he wasn’t feeling so smug right now.

“He is my husband, and I'll thank you to remember that,” Aaron all but growls, not giving an inch, and Robert feels something warm swoop through his chest. “Now pack your stuff and get out, before I say something I regret.”

Paddy’s shoulders slump, as it clearly hits him that no amount of begging or guilt-tripping is going to work in his favour. “Fine.”

He lumbers up the stairs, leaving Robert and Aaron alone. They gravitate towards each other, meeting next the sofa.

“I’m sorry he said all that stuff, it wasn’t okay,” Aaron murmurs, thumbs stroking gently over Robert’s forearms.

“S’alright,” Robert dips his head, shooting him a slightly lopsided smile. “It’s not like I haven’t heard worse from him, I’m used to it.”

“You shouldn’t have to be,” Aaron frowns unhappily. “I didn’t think he still felt that way about you – about us. Not anymore.”

There’s nothing Robert can really say to make it better, so he settles for pressing a soft kiss to Aaron’s forehead. Eventually, Aaron tips his head back to look him in the eye.

“Well, all that stops now,” he says firmly, face full of resolve. “I’m not havin’ it.”

They stay pressed together until Paddy reappears with his bags, mouth downturned.

“I’ll be off, then… ” He stares at Aaron, most likely waiting for him to say something, to tell him he’s sorry and he’s changed his mind. “See if I can find somewhere to sleep tonight.”

“Right, good luck with that,” is all Aaron says, jaw set and arms folded. “Can see yourself out, can’t you?”

Paddy blinks, before looking down at the floor and nodding. He trudges out the door, leaving not with a bang, but a whimper.

There’s a brief silence, before Aaron moves to pick up the takeaway bag and gives Robert a small smile. “So… curry?”

Later that night, as Robert walks along the landing, he pauses outside the spare bedroom. He pokes his head in and flicks on the light, grinning at the blissfully empty space. Not a single relative in sight.

“Rob!” Aaron calls from their bedroom. “You comin’ to bed anytime soon or do I have to start without you?”

“Coming!”

Robert flicks off the light and closes the door.

#this is the most self-indulgent thing i have ever written #i've said that before but i MEAN it this time #it's paddy-hating hours in this house #robron #my writing #flufftober2020 #anti-chaddy

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