#i downed half a bottle of tequila and tore apart my room to find my old phone so i could read all my old texts from him and everything i

[abby420]

trauma is so wild like what do you mean it’s been seven years. what do you mean it still makes me sick to my stomach. what do you mean this has forever changed how i view myself and my relationships with others. what do you mean that happened to me. what do you mean i can’t remember it. literally what. what do you mean i can never be normal about this now. what.

[3mcwriting]

Regret, Part 1: Broken Promises

A/N: In this AU Steve is lead singer of the band, the Avengers. You (the reader) are his girlfriend, and you have been his girlfriend since before he got famous. Also, this reader drinks alcohol so I apologize if you don't.

Warnings: implied smut (nothing descriptive), language, cheating, angst, alcohol consumption, and Steve Rogers being a complete idiot

Regret Masterlist

"Hey Steve, I was thinking we should order a-" you stopped, noticing the pair of heels that definitely weren't yours thrown on the floor.

Ok well maybe Nat came over? You reasoned, knowing that your best friend who was the most awesome friend ever, would never even think of hurting you.

Calm down (y/n) you're probably just overreacting.

But then you heard it.

The groans, the voice pleading, "Don't stop Steve, I'm almost there."

And you stepped into the room.

Only to see your boyfriend of 3 years with his face in between the legs of a woman who you had trusted.

Sharon.

Fucking.

Carter.

The woman you'd been friends with for 2 years, the woman who once told you that she was disgusted by cheaters.

Well, obviously that changed, because she was right there.

Her eyes shut as his face moved, gripping his hair and pulling. And Steve groaning, with his mouth still on her.

"What the fuck."

Sharon's eyes snapped open, Steve abruptly stopping as they both turned to stare at you.

"Don't-fucking-worry," you told them, lip curling in disgust. "I'll be gone soon, I just gotta pack and you can get back to your....activities."

Steve stepped away from Sharon. "Why are you packing?"

You snorted. "Look at the woman on our bed, why the hell do you think I'm packing?" You stuffed your clothes into a bag, too angry to look at the two people who had betrayed your trust.

"Calm down, don't pack," Steve said, voice annoyingly placating. "Sharon was just leaving."

Sharon nodded, running out of the room with her clothes.

Don't forget your clothes, you fucking asshole!" you called out, only to hear your apartment door open and shut. You turned to Steve. "Oh, well that makes it all better," you told him sarcastically, hoisting your duffel bag over your shoulder.

"Why are you so pissed? She's gone so why are you still fucking packing?" He asked, voice rising.

"Don't you dare raise your voice at me!" Your face went hot with rage at his angry tone. "You're not the one who got fucking cheated on by the person you've been with for 3 years! You have no fucking right to be angry! You know what?! Get out! I bought this apartment! So get the fuck out!"

He clenched his jaw, voice low. "I know you don't mean that. Wait until you calm down, we have to talk and I know you don't want to break up with me."

"Oh, eat shit, Rogers. Get the fuck out of my apartment."

"You don't know what you're saying, but I'll go because I know you'll be begging me to come back tomorrow," he declared.

"Don't come back."

You tore the sheets from your bed once he was gone, showing them into a trash bag because you knew that you sure as shit were never using those again.

"Nat, get over here and bring the booze and the ice cream," you said into your phone.

"On it."

•••••

"What an asshole! That motherfucker better not come back or I'll beat the shit out of him!" Natasha slurred, the half drunk bottle of tequila next to her.

You picked it up, taking a swig. "I know! I hate him so much! You know I was sooooooo stupid I fell in love with him," you told her with a hiccup. You picked at your fingers dazedly. "Why did he do it? He's such a piece of shit and I hate him."

"Don't worry, you'll find some hot as fuck man with a fine ass and killer abs. And hey! Chin up! You're a badass bitch who is a complete queen! And you have the most amazing best friend ever!" She cheered, making you giggle.

~~

"Ow, shit," you muttered, rubbing your throbbing head. "How much did we drink last night?"

"I think we downed the whole bottle," Nat groaned out, her hand shielding her eyes. "Why is it so bright?"

~~

The next day, (once you'd gotten rid of your hangover) you packed up Steve's things.

As you stood there with your hands on your hips, surveying your now much emptier apartment, memories of you and Steve flashed through your min. Cuddling on the couch while watching movies together. Him cooking you breakfast on the weekends.

Memories that would never be repeated.

You picked up your phone, dialing Steve.

He picked up on the first ring, "I knew you couldn't last long without-"

"Get over here," you told him, promptly hanging up the phone. You stacked all the boxes and put them near the door. You rubbed your neck, fingers brushing the fine chain hanging there. You went in front of a mirror, looking at the small heart pendant that rested over your chest.

You took it off, eyes locked on the small rose engraved on the heart.

A memory of him telling you, "You're my rose, and you'll always be in my heart," as he handed it to you bashfully.

The skinny boy from Brooklyn who loved art and singing songs to you when you were sad. The person who always stood up for what was right, always believed in the good in people.

The boy you fell in love with.

You sighed, wiping the tears from your eyes.

He doesn't deserve your tears.

You took a deep breath, wiping your eyes to make sure they weren't wet when there was a knock on the door.

You briskly walked to the door and opened it, knowing full well who stood just outside.

"Babe-"

You cut him off, "Here's your stuff and make sure you grab everything because you are not welcome to come back."

He protested, "this is our apartment-"

"No, it isn't. I own it." Your voice began to rise. "Now hurry up and pack then get out of here."

"Please, babe, I love you. Don't do this."

You looked at him with disgust.

How did the kindest person you'd ever met become like this?

"You should've thought about that 'love' before you stuck your face between Sharon's legs."

Half an hour later he had packed up all his stuff.

"Oh, Steve before you go, here," you told him, tossing him the necklace that you had never taken off until that very day.

He paled. "What are you doing? You promised you'd always wear that."

"And you promised you'd always treat me right. Guess we're both breaking promises now."

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Little Things in Life - 5

Warnings: cheating, non-consent sex (series); not the sex you’re expecting but it’s the sex you get.

This is dark!Steve and explicit. 18+ only.

Series Summary: Your suburban life begins to show cracks and your next door neighbour, Steve Rogers, seems intent on shattering what’s left.

Note: I finished part 7 yesterday but I’m legit just coasting at this point which means that I’m not rushing anything. I’m doing what I feel like in order to manage my anxiety so one day at a time. :D I do appreciate you all reading. Thanks to everyone for their feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 Let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

Based on this drabble

You didn’t sleep well at all. You woke early and pulled on your torn jeans and the old tank with the bulldog on the front. You looked in on Kayla before you went downstairs and carefully crept to the back door. You went to the shed and got your tools. 

Your small garden in the back was marked off with chicken wire and stakes. You climbed over the low barrier and checked in on the early sprouts. Carrots, cucumbers, and tomatoes to start. It would be a while as the tomato vines had only began to wind up the cages.

You heard the gate. You stood up and neared the fence. Your heart sank as you saw Steve round the corner of your house. He wore only a pair of track pants and his sneakers. You glanced up at your bedroom window; confused.

“Hot out, today,” He said.

“What are you doing here?”

“I was on my morning run.” He neared and you backed away from the wire. “I didn’t see you out front.”

“Oh gee, it seems like maybe I’m avoiding you.” You hissed.

“Logan tell you about Thursday?” He asked. You nodded. “Should I grab some wine? Or tequila?”

“I don’t think I’ll be drinking for a while.” You muttered. “Please, go.”

He put his hands on his hips. You didn’t miss the way he pushed his chest out or the way the muscles of his arms bulged. You tore your eyes away guiltily. He chuckled.

“I’m married,” You whispered and slowly glanced at him. “And I’m not interested.”

“You could’ve fooled me, honey,” He leaned on the top of the low fence. “You were shaking like a virgin.”

“Stop.” You sneered. “Go.”

He smirked and stood straight. He stretched his hands and traced a line of sweat along his torso with his finger.

“I’ll see you on Thursday.” He said. “Can’t wait.”

He left you with as little fanfare as he’d arrived. Your shovel slipped from your hand and speared the dirt. You spun and grabbed your head as if it would burst. You squatted down to collect your things. He wasn’t going to stop.

🏠

The days flew by. You hated how time could seem to drag one moment, only to speed up when you wanted it to stand still. You were trying desperately to distract yourself from the two men tearing you apart. 

You spent hours in your office working as your mother volunteered to watch Kayla. You could hear them in the front room, giggling. You were thankful for the help though you regretted that your mom was spending her vacation time with your kid.

Logan’s nights were as late as ever. Your conversations tense. Every time you looked at him you saw Karina; the reflection of him as he posed in the mirror. He fucked you again on Tuesday. It was as unenjoyable as Sunday though you were surprised by his sudden burst of libido. Until you found out that Karina was out of town.

You were distracted from your blinking cursor as your thoughts drifted to your brewing resent. You rubbed your eyes and leaned back in your chair. It was harder and harder to focus.

A knock had you spinning around in the chair. You listened as your mother answered it and her voice came muffled through the door. You stood and went to peek down the hall. You cursed silently as you spied your visitor on the doorstep. Your mother turned back and smiled as she saw you.

“You’ve got a guest,” She chimed.

You sighed and emerged from behind the door. You tramped down the carpet and your mother gave a smile to Steve before she flitted back into the front room. Her voice spiked as she greeted Kayla and your daughter giggled in response. You leaned on the door with a frown.

“I’m working,” You said. “And my mother is here.”

“She’s nice,” He replied. “Like you.”

“My daughter is in the next room,” You lowered your voice. “I told you to stay away.”

“You know that’s not gonna happen,” He licked his lips. “I know that you’re looking forward to tomorrow as much as me.”

“You need to go.” You sneered.

“I just wanted to return these,” He held up your gardening glove. The spare pair with the teddy bears on them that you kept buried at the bottom of your basket of tools. “You forgot them last week.”

“What?” You reached out to take them and he caught your hand. He stepped closer and pushed your palm against his crotch. “Steve!”

He cupped his hand around yours and you felt a twitch. You tried to recoil but he had a firm hold on you.

“You should wear something nice tomorrow.” He purred. “Maybe a dress.”

“Let me go,” You demanded as you struggled with him. “What are you--”

He relented and shoved your gloves into your hand. He clung to you and leaned down to whisper in your ear.

“I think of you… at night,” His lips brushed your temple. “It’s so exciting. I can’t stop thinking what it’d be like if you were really there. With me. Beneath me.”

Your lip trembled as he finally released you. You drew back and grabbed the door. He stopped it before you could slam it.

“Now, now,” He said with a smirk. “Your daughter’s in the next room.” He pulled his hand away slowly. “You don’t wanna scare her.”

You stared at him and shook your head. Stunned.

“Bye… Steve,” You uttered and closed the door gently. 

You could see him through the frosted glass. You turned the lock and but he didn’t retreat. His palm came clear through the window as he touched it and you backed away. You looked down at your gloves and heard his fingers slide down the glass.

You went to the living room and looked in on your mother and Kayla. They were nestled on the sofa as they watched cartoon superheroes. You smiled but it quickly died as you forced yourself away from the doorway. You continued onto your office and glanced back at the door. The glass was pale; Steve was gone.

You carried on to the back door and eased the screen door open. You crept quietly down the steps and neared the shed. You stopped dead as you saw the latch. The lock was broken and the metal loop was on the ground. 

You neared cautiously and pulled the door open. Your gardening basket was overturned. He wanted you to know he’d been there. It was a message; he would find a way to get to you.

🏠

Thursday came and your mother picked up Kayla at five. Logan was home early to your surprise and seemed eager to finish the beer he’d left at the Rogers’. You were in dread as you looked in the mirror and turned in your loose dress. 

You were certain that even with a belt cinched at the waist, it betrayed little of your figure. The neckline was high-cut and the skirt reached your knees. You wore flats and a thin cardigan over it. You were assured that you were matronly enough to deter your covetous neighbour.

You were so distracted, that your anger with Logan was only a nagging jab in the ribs compared to the tightness in your chest. The anxiety that had you clutching the thin handles of the tall gift bag. You’d gone out and bought the same brand of wine Steve had given you. A gift for Sharon. Out of courtesy, or maybe, it was guilt.

You crossed the street with your husband. You avoided looking at him. You found it harder every day. Sooner or later, you knew you’d snap. You’d have to say something. You couldn’t live like this forever.

Sharon answered the door. She wore a red jumpsuit that enhanced her figure. The last of her baby weight was barely noticeable. She was stunning. You handed her the wrapped bottle of wine and she thanked you as she peeked in the bag.

“Steve’s in the den,” She said to Logan. “But dinner’s on it’s way.”

Your husband thanked her and dipped into the next room. She beckoned you into the kitchen and gave you a stack of plates.

“We should set the table.” She said. “I might be too lazy to cook but I can pretend I did.”

She grabbed the silverware and followed you into the dining room. Like the rest of her house, it was immaculately decorated. You recalled the designer she had brought in last year to do the nursery. You wondered how her and Steve could live in such a boring cul-de-sac. They should be secluded away in some exuberant mansion.

“Then, you can help me make the margaritas,” She trilled and drew you from your envy. “Oh, take that thing off.”

She dumped the utensils on the table as you set down the plates. 

“How old is this dress?” She asked as she pushed your cardigan down your shoulders. “Have you lost weight?”

“I… don’t know.” 

You wriggled free of your sleeves and let her sling your cardigan on the bag of one of the chairs. You began to place the plates carefully around the table. She turned to a small table and opened the slender drawer. She pulled out some folded cloth napkins and began to roll up the silver in the black cotton.

“I was on this mission once. When I was younger.” She said as you neared to help her. “I was undercover as a waitress for two months. By the end of it, I wondered if it would be easier to just stay. It was a nice restaurant and the tips…”

“I did some bar tending in university,” You offered. “I got demoted to cleaning dishes after I broke a bottle of Grey Goose.”

She laughed and watched you place the cutlery alongside the plates. When you finished, she led you back into the kitchen and set up her big blender. She dumped in ice, Cointreau, and a healthy dose of tequila. You recognized the half-finished mickey from the party. She revealed another from under the counter and added to her brew.

“Um, I don’t know if you need all tha--” 

She held down the button and the motor drowned out your voice. She nodded to the cupboard and you turned and opened it. You pulled out for stemmed glasses and placed them on the counter. She turned off the blender and lined the rims with salt before she poured the icy mixture.

The doorbell rang and she shoved the glasses towards you.

“That should be the food,” She announced. “Take those to the table and get the guys, will you?”

You watched her go, her strides long as she floated on her gold heels. You took the glasses out two at a time and then dipped your head into the den. Steve and Logan chattered as sports highlights flashed on the large television.

“Dinner,” You said quietly.

Steve looked up first and nodded. He stood and Logan mirrored him. Steve waved him along first and your husband surprised you as he neared and placed a peck on your lips. You turned as he wrapped his arm around you and guided you across the hall. His hand rested on your hip but you nearly jumped as you felt a pinch on your ass. That wasn’t Logan.

You ignored it and swept away from Logan as you entered the dining room and sat at the chair where your cardigan hung. Your husband sat beside you and Steve made sure to take the seat across from you. You avoided his eyes as you let Logan hold your hand on the arm of the chair.

Sharon entered with a bowl of roasted potatoes. Next she entered with a rotisserie chicken and finally a spiced veggie medley. You couldn’t believe she had paid for the delivery. You knew the restaurant well and it was expensive on its own and the delivery fee was little better. You’d only been there once and Logan had bawked at the bill.

Sharon served each of you and then took her own seat. She reached for her cup and raised it.

“There’s more in the kitchen,” She promised. “I’ve pumped enough for another hangover.”

You gave a sheepish smile and sipped. Steve took a large gulp as his eyes caught yours and you quickly averted your gaze. You focused on your plate and barely tasted the savoury food. You flinched as you felt something against your foot. 

Your flat was so thin you could clearly feel the leather toe of Steve’s shoe against yours. You nearly choked and hid it with the glass. You shot him a dark look and he smirked. He was brazen though the other two seemed entirely oblivious. You pulled your feet back and tangled them under your chair.

“So, Sharon,” You cleared your throat. “I heard you were thinking of going back to work early.”

“Oh, yes, actually, I was just discussing my return and, well,” She smiled and looked to her husband. “I hadn’t had the chance to tell Steve but… they’ve offered me part-time hours until I’m back in full form and then I can get back in the field.”

“Mmm,” Logan swallowed and turned to Steve. “What about you? I thought you were hanging it up.”

“I am,” Steve assured him. “It’s not for me. I’m just fine staying home with Sarah… admittedly, I didn’t think Sharon would be going back so soon.”

There was a silence and you glanced over at Logan. He shifted in his chair, realising he may have stoked a spark to a flame.

“Steve,” Sharon said softly.

“It’s fine,” He pushed a potato around with his fork. “Really. Only part-time.”

“I… haven’t said yes, yet,” She lowered her voice.

“No, no, if that’s what you want,” He shrugged. “We talked about it before. You know that whatever you want, I want. I just didn’t expect it to happen… now.”

“I didn’t either but--”

“Let’s talk about it later,” He interrupted. “We have company.”

Sharon laughed nervously and glanced across the table. Your lips wavered as you tried to hold your smile and you took a bite of chicken just to keep yourself busy. You looked down at your plate again then back up. Steve was watching you again. He raised a brow and tilted his head just a little; as if to say, see?

[julessworldd]

Little Rose ch. 3

Sorry for the late update, I was stuck between a short or long chapter.. Warnings: Pure fluff, maybe one sad part if you look hard enough. mentions of alochol, sex, pregnacy. Hope you enjoy! I might need a duff’s hoe help for the next part. I’m thinking about a groupie showing up :)

Axl made me take a few days off after Duff announced his engagement to Mandy. I think he finally put two and two together, figured out I had feelings for his bass player. He didn’t say much when he dropped me off, he stayed and held me forever. He didn’t show any anger when he was at my apartment, but I’m sure some alleyway was destroyed from an Axl twister.

A knock on the door, tore me from my thoughts. I looked out the peephole, it was Izzy. I swung the door opened and planted myself to him, “Hey kid”, Izzy said, rubbing my back. “Okay, let me and the bootleggers in”, Izzy joked as I still had him in the hallway. I pulled a blue Johnny Bootlegger out of the black bag he had. I downed the small bottle, “Thanks, I really needed that I ran out of Tequila this morning”, I wiped my mouth.  “It’s alcohol not water you know that right, kid?”, Izzy looked concerned. “Yeah and you know that my heart is shattered by your asshole bass player, who shall remain nameless in my presence.”, I sassed. “Right, uh”, Izzy trailed off. “What, Iz?”, I asked, opening another bottle. “Bass player wants you to come with you to uh pick out a wedding ring.”, Izzy said. “Okay, you tell him that he has lost his goddamn mind, if he thinks I’m gonna help or support his wedding. I’m not coming either”, I said, looking at Izzy with disbelief. He honestly thought I was gonna be fine after two bootleggers and Duff wanting my help.  “I told him you wouldn’t, but he wouldn’t take no as an answer. I just passed the message, Janie”, Izzy said, holding my hand.

“I know, Izzy. I’m sorry for yelling at you”, I pulled his skinny ass in a hug.

It had been two weeks since, everything I was still at home. Talking to anyone besides Duff and Mandy. Kelly had came over one day, we ended up fucking, but he knew it was just to forget about him for a night. Kelly is a good guy, I hate that I used him like that. He was understanding and didn’t say it bothered him.  “Coming”, I said, prancing to the door. I swung it open to have Duff’s tall frame leaning on the frame. “You have some fucking nerve showing up here! Get out of here!��I screamed, attempted to slam the door, but his foot caught the door. Duff stood up, “Janie” I was already in my living room, trying to not kill Duff on a Thursday night. “Janie, we need to talk”, Duff said standing behind the couch from the door. “No, we don’t” I said, clenching my fist. 

“Please, I need to tell someone”, Duff said, almost crying. I tore my head in his direction, his eyes were holding some tears back and he sucked air in to keep himself from breaking down even more. I unclenched my fist and held my arms open for him, “Come here” Duff practically ran to me, he started crying and held me close. “Shh, it’s okay, Duff. I’ve got you now, nothing is gonna happen to you. Shh”, I held him close, kissed his head. Duff had calmed down and was looking up at me, he fell to his knees after I put my arms around him.  “She cheated on me. I kicked-”, he said, but started crying again. “I’m sorry Duff”, I whispered as I petted his hair. “I came home from an interview with Slash, I didn’t notice his Camaro  when I came home. I caught them in bed, where I slept. You must think this is funny, karma got me.”, Duff said, while laying his head on my stomach. 

“No Duffy, I don’t. I hate it for you, my heart is broken with yours. I’m sorry, she did that, I know how much you loved her.”, I whispered. Duff had stood up and grabbed my hand, “I’m sorry for talking shit about you, going off on you at the studio both times. I didn’t love her much as I love you, Janie. I’ve loved you since, I came over for the audition. You in your Johnny Thunders shirt and boxer shorts. The sassy comment you made to me about my siblings. The secret glances when I was playing with Izzy and Axl, I’ve never forgotten our first time together after that Seattle gig.  I looked at him and started crying. Duff stared at me.

“I’m sorry for saying anything, you’re with Kelly aren’t you?”, Duff asked. 

“Don’t be sorry and no, I’m not”, I smiled. “Then why did you start crying after I confessed my love for you?”, Duff asked softly. “Because, I’ve loved for so long now, I lost you once and I don’t want to lose you again. Screw what people think, especially Axl. I love you, Duff Mckagan”, I smiled. Duff’s grin grew a thousand times more, “So you wanna be my girl officially?”, Duff put his hands on my back. “More than anything, been waiting too long”, I reached up and kissed him. He pulled away, “Way too long, babe” I grinned at him, “Wanna spend the night?” “Yeah, my place is a wreck right now”, Duff whispered, laying his forehead on mine. “We can go tomorrow to clean it up. Right now, I just wanna hold you”, I said. Duff picked me up, I wrapped my legs around his waist. He reached my bed and laid us on it, “I love you, Janet Aless Rose”, Duff said, looking down at me. Nobody knew my real name besides Axl and Izzy, people from home. I stared at him, “Where did you find out my real name from?”, I asked softly. “You left your wallet at my house, after our drunken sexapedes. I looked into whose it was. And you’re not 5’6”, missy”, Duff said. “I stood on my toes, smart ass. What’s your government name?”I asked, brushing my finger over his nose. “Micheal Andrew”, He grinned. “Sounds like a news reporter. Thank you, Micheal Andrew for the traffic report”, I giggled. Duff tickled my sides, “At least, I don’t have a song from Rocky Horror picture show for my name” “Hey, that’s a good movie. I love Tim Curry in that”, I pushed him away. 

“Here's a ring to prove that I'm no joker

There's three ways that love can grow

That's good, bad or mediocre

Oh J-A-N-E-T I love you so”, Duff sang and crawled back over me.

“I love you too, Duffy”, I kissed his nose. I rubbed his nose, “Is there something on my nose, babe?”, Duff asked. I shook my head, “Then what?”He asked. “It’s cute, you got a little button nose. So boopable”, I booped his nose. 

Next morning, Duff and I drove to a diner for breakfast. He wanted to talk before we went to his apartment. He had been looking for houses for him and Mandy to move into. “Who says we can’t move in together?”, Duff casually asked, while taking a swig  from his drink. “Duff, we’ve not had our first date yet. Hold your horses, bub”, I gulped. “Right, uh wanna go out Saturday? You know before we head out for tour?”, He asked, holding my hand across the table. “Sure, I’d like that”, I smiled, as our waitress dropped off our check. “How much is my half, D?”I asked, looking for my purse. “Doesn’t matter, my treat”, Duff pulled some cash out. “I can at least do the tip?”, I sighed. “No”, Duff grinned. “I can pay for my own stuff, you know?”, I said, rolling my eyes. “I know you can, Janie. Just let me pay for breakfast”, Duff gave me a toothy grin. “Fine. I’m paying for dinner Saturday”, I crossed my arms over my chest. “Who says we’re going to dinner?”, Duff asked, while grabbing my hand. “Then what are we doing, McKagan?”, I stood up with him. “You’ll see, baby Rose”, Duff winked. I hate when people call me that and anything that shows I’m related to Axl. He’s my brother and I love him, yes. But I’m my own person and don’t need Axl’s clout or connections to  make it in the world. We pulled up to Duff’s apartment complex. They were a couple cop cars, we thought nothing of it.

 “Oh yeah, you’ve not heard it yet. You will on the tour, the first night”, Duff grinned, grabbing my hips. “Can’t wait”, I grinned back at him. “Mr. McKagan?”, a tall cop asked. “Yeah, that’s me. What’s going on?”, Duff stood in front of me. “You two follow me, please?”, the cop turned around. Duff grabbed my hand and pulled me with him. We reached Duff’s apartment, the cop had walked in. “Duff”, I said with bewilderment. His apartment was trashed, almost like he had got robbed. He said he had an Axl moment and threw things, but this was like he got raided. Suddenly, his landlord approached us, “I’m kicking you, McKagan. This place is trashed and I’m tired of the noise complaints from girls and parties” The landlord had two cops behind him. “Okay, I’ll start packing, Frank. Why did you call the cops? I’m not gonna lose my mind and hurt you”, Duff said amazed. “After seeing what you did to this place, I didn’t know what you did when I told you to get out.”, Frank gulped, staring at Duff. 

“I’ve been looking at houses, Frank. I’ll just stay at my girlfriend’s place for now. Here’s the key”, Duff said. Frank and the cops left, we had until 10pm to clean the place and have Duff out. “Duff, who are gonna stay with?”, I asked, throwing a baggie with leftover white powder. “Like I told Frank, my girlfriend’s place”, Duff shook his head. “I heard, but I’m your girlfriend, who you haven’t asked if you could crash”, I said. “I freaked and you were behind me so it made sense. I’ll call Slash and ask him, no problem”, Duff walked to his room. “Hey, I didn’t say you couldn’t stay with me”, I yelled. It was 8:30, when everything was packed in his car and mine. “Alright, Mr. McKagan, leave”, Cop said standing outside his patrol car. 

I decided to let Duff stay until we left for tour, but he decided he would stay at Slash’s house instead. “Can you please come stay with me again?”, I pouted. “Baby”, Duff groaned. “Please Duffy, I’ll be lonely”, I whined, crawling into his lap. “Alright, you broke me God!”, Duff threw his head back. “Yay!”, I kissed his cheek. We got back to my place, Axl was sitting outside my door half asleep. “Ax?”, I looked at him. He jumped, but stood up when he recognized us, “Hey, you two made up!”  “Yeah, we did. Little too early to tell you this, but better than you hearing on the tour bus.”, I smiled. “Oh, you two are together now. Nice. Come here Duff.”, Axl pulled me aside. Duff stood in front of him, “If you ever break her heart like you did with your engagement to Mandy, I’ll kill you and have you replaced before sunrise. Understood?”, Axl had pulled Duff down by his leather jacket laplets. “Understood”, Duff said. “Alright, Ponch he gets the point”, I rolled my eyes. I opened the door and the men followed suit behind me. “I’m here to tell Janie something”, Axl said. “Tell me what, Ax?”, I walked into the kitchen. Duff was leaning on the counter with a beer in hand, Axl had a look on his face. It was the kind when our step dad yelled at him, told him he would never be nothing, but a criminal. “Are you okay, Ax?”, I walked over to him and grabbed his hand. “Yeah, I am. Uh, shit how do I tell you this?”, Axl sighed. “Axl?”, I asked, getting worried. “Just tell her, she looks scared”, Duff said. “Erin’s pregnant”, He whispered- yelled. I was gonna be an aunt, “Oh my god. That’s amazing, Axl. Congrats”, I pulled him into a bear hug. “Janie, can’t breathe”, Axl squeaked out. “Sorry”, I let go of him. “How long is she?”, I grinned. “12 weeks”, Axl smiled. “Thought it would be Izzy who would be a parent first”, I giggled. “Izzy almost had a stroke when I told him. He knocked me to the floor from excitement”, Axl laughed. 

Sunday morning came quicker than expected, I was packing my last bag when a knock was heard. “Coming”, I skipped to the door. “Oh hey Kells, what are you doing here?”, I asked. “Forgot a pair of jeans, I know you’re leaving for the tour today”, Kelly smiled. “They’re on the dryer, I thought they were Axl’s”, I followed him to the kitchen. “Thanks, kid. Aw you washed them too”, Kelly grinned. “Yeah”, I breathed out. “Heard you’re Duff’s girl and an auntie”, Kelly said. “I am”, I grinned. “Uh listen, Kelly. I wanna say thank you for letting me cry over Duff. I’m sorry those two times I slept with you”, I said, Kelly furrowed his eyebrows. “I feel like I used you, Kelly. You’re a really nice dude, I feel like shit about it, getting you wrapped up in the drama that was between Duff and I.”, I said. “It’s cool, I was a distraction. No hard feelings, you got him so we had a good plan if you ask me.”, Kelly grinned. I met the guys in the terminal. Erin spotted me and ran to me. “Hey take it easy”, I grinned. “Did he tell you?”, She grinned. “He did, congrats. I’m happy for you”, I pulled her into a hug. “Janie be careful!”, Axl yelled. “He begged management to let me come”, Erin said. “Tour isn’t a place for an expecting mother. Days are too close together, you need to stay for doctor visits. Please update us. I love my niece so much already”, I smiled at her stomach. “I think it’s a boy, but we’ll let Auntie Jane think that you’re a princess”, Erin giggled while rubbing her stomach. “It’s a girl”, I stubbed up. “Here”, Erin grabbed my hand, pulling it closer to her stomach. “Erin, no. I don’t wanna hurt you”, I squealed, making the guys whipped their heads over to us. “You’re not, I promise. Feel”, Erin whispered. “You’re too early to be having them kick”, I said. “Just wait”, Erin grinned. I felt them kick my hand, “Holy shit! Hi Precious, I’m your Auntie Jane. I’ll take Janie too”, I started to cry, I felt a hand on my back. It was Axl, “She active any?”

“Little bit, maybe that’s Erin breathing”, I wiped a tear. “It’s a boy you saps”, Erin rolled her eyes. “No it’s a tiny remake of me”, I sassed. “Alright come here”, I held my arms out and Axl entered them. “Not you, I’ll see you everyday”, I shoved him away. Axl looked offended. “Now tell me everything that happens at appointments, how big they’ve grown, how many times they kick you. And be careful for godsakes. I love you”, I pulled her into a hug. “You’re worse than  Ax”, She giggled. I walked over to Duff, whose back was turned to me. “Hi”, I sighed. “Hi to you too, you okay?”, Duff turned around. “Yeah just so excited that I felt my niece kick. Do you think she heard me?”, I looked at him. “Probably not this early but she sensed someone new. Doesn't it feel weird them kicking back?”, Duff asked. “Yeah, but a good weird. How do you know?”, I asked. “I’m uncle”, Duff grinned. “An Uncle Duff huh?”, I grinned, wrapping my arms around his waist. “You’re an aunt now”, He kissed my forehead.

 We finally boarded the plane, I had to sit with Izzy. “Axl said you knocked him over when he told you about the baby. Did you really?”, I asked. “No, but I hugged for the first time in years”, Izzy sighed. “Figured it was fable in his mind. How does Auntie Janie sound?”, I asked. “They’ll probably butcher it, but it’s a cute one”, Izzy patted my thigh. “Hey Auntie?”, I heard Slash say from the sit in front of us. I kicked his chair, but a yelp appeared in the air. “Oww”, It was Steven. “Oh I’m sorry, Stevie”, I raised up and patted his head. 

[honeyhan-123]

Little Red Label

Summary: Having been dragged out by Sam, Bucky meets a woman in a little red dress. 

Warnings: Smut so 18+, a little bit of cursing, and some low key angst. 

Word Count: 3.1k

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Your eyes peaked open, offering a sideways view of the television, infomercials running across the screen. You realised quickly that it wasn’t the quiet voices trying to sell you a bottle a vitamins which would apparently drastically change your life that had awoken you. Instead it was the shrill and continuous buzz of your doorbell. Whoever was outside was clearly just holding the little black button down, waiting for you to let them in. 

A groan escaped your mouth as you heaved yourself up off of your leather couch, the cashmere blanket slipping from your shoulders as you padded across the room towards the control box by the door. With blurry eyes you looked at the screen which offered a view of your best friend Charlotte. Normally you would have been happy to see her, you were both so busy that you hardly had time to catch up anymore. Now however, you just wanted her to leave you alone so pressing the button to talk you leaned in closer to the microphone and rasped ‘go away Char, I’m not in the mood.’ 

Charlotte’s ever bubbly personality however was not deterred by your less than warm welcome. Instead she smiled brightly at the camera, holding up a tub of Ben and Jerries in one hand and a bottle of vodka in the other. You let out a sigh as you buzzed her in, no words were needed, she had obviously seen his facebook post. 

As you waited for Charlotte to climb up the stairs to your apartment, you got out two glasses and soda to mix the drinks with, as well as two spoons. You had no intention of leaving any remains of the ice cream, deciding that eating straight from the tub would save washing up later. 

A heavy knock on the door pulled you from your cramped kitchen and to the front door, opening it up for Charlotte to walk in and pull you to her, wrapping her arms around you. ‘Gurl, I’m so sorry. He’s such a prick.’ Your tear ducts had long since dried up with all the crying you had done today, but being wrapped in her arms, her fingers running through your hair as she soothed you made you want to cry again. 

Why did he have to be like this? Getting engaged not even three months after he had completely and utterly broken your heart. Something about the way Charlotte was holding you brought back unwelcome memories of when stronger arms had comforted you, your hand enclosed in his making you pull away from her embrace, from the memories. 

Releasing you gently, Char lead you back to the kitchen pouring two generous shots with the vodka, however you weren’t paying her any attention now. Your eyes fixated on the little red label on the bottle. It was the same brand. 

You made your way through the crowd, sweat sticking to you like a second skin along with the two sizes too small, little black dress Char had forced you into. Frat parties normally weren’t your scene but you had just finished a ten thousand word essay on Anglo-American relations during the second world war and you figured you deserved to let loose. 

Making your way to the kitchen you grabbed a red solo cup before looking around for a drink. Vodka was your preferred method of forgetting the night but they didn’t seem to have any, only some crummy beer and some second rate tequila. Sighing, you were about to reach for the tequila when a voice interrupted you.

‘Looking for something darl?’

Turning around you were met with a pair of deep brown eyes that you could get lost in and a megawatt smile. Your mouth mimicked his, nervously brushing a strand of hair behind your ear as you responded. ‘Yeah, I was looking for the vodka, you don’t know if they have any here do you?’

‘Ah, so you’re a vodka girl? I should’ve known. Honestly I kind of picked you for the cruiser type. I’m Callum by the way, maybe I can help you find that missing bottle.’ He held out his hand to you and smiling, you responded with your name, taking his hand in yours. 

Your search for a drink had been a little derailed by the easy conversation that flowed between you and when you finally found a bottle, hidden under the sink in the bathroom, you had almost been upset, thinking that your “quest” as he had jokingly called it had ended. But instead of leaving you, Callum just grabbed two cups and sat next to you, sharing the bottle as the party surged on around you. 

‘Come on, drink up we’ve got a long night ahead of us.’ Char offering you a glass pulled you out of your reverie and throwing your head back you took the shot before pouring yourself another. However as you reached for the ice cream she had brought, Char pulled it away, hiding it in your freezer. ‘Nah-uh. That’s for later. The vodka is for now.’

Your confusion must have shown on your face as soon Char was reaching into the large duffle bag at her feet which you had thought nothing of at first. ‘You haven’t been yourself the past three months and now with that asshole getting engaged, I’m calling an intervention. We are going out and getting absolutely smashed and there’s nothing you can do about it.’ 

Char didn’t even allow the protest to escape your lips as she shoved a little red number into your hands with matching stilettos and herded you towards your bedroom. 

+

Despite your many protests, three hours and half a bottle later, you and Char were dancing, sweat dripping down your back as the fluorescent lights flashed over the club. Over the night a few men had sidled up to you, hands gripping your waist, but each time you had shoved them away, uninterested in anything they offered. That is, until you saw him. 

He sat leaning against the bar, talking to a friend and looking somewhat out of place as he surveyed the room. He looked kind of familiar, but you knew that you would remember meeting a man that looked as good as he did in just a casual button up shirt. 

You weren’t sure if it was all the alcohol you had drunk but watching him awoke something deep inside you that had been dormant for the past three months, since that night. A blush erupted on your cheeks as you realised that he had caught you staring at him and quickly you tore your eyes away and focussed on Charlotte again, hoping she had missed the interaction, yet the glint in her eyes told you she had seen everything.

‘You should go talk to him, he’s hot.’ She yelled over the music. 

You shook your head as you responded. ‘Yeah and totally out of my league.’ Thankfully Char dropped it and let you continue to dance in peace with the feeling of eyes boring into your back. You tried to ignore the feeling of him watching you as you continued to move your hips to the music, getting lost in the rhythm.

Multiple songs had passed but the feeling of his eyes on you never stopped.

+

Bucky hated clubs. He hated them with a passion. Yet here he was, practically dragged out by Sam and the others. His only saving grace was that Steve was here with him too, feeling equally as out of place as he did. Opting out of dancing with the others who had soon been lost in the sweaty mass of grinding bodies, he sat by the bar, nursing a scotch with Steve. 

It was times like these when he was annoyed that he couldn’t get drunk. Perhaps some liquid courage would help him feel better about being in such a different environment. He wasn’t used to the loud techno music blasting through the speakers or the bright lights that occasionally blinded him. 

He was just trying to come up with an excuse to get the hell out of the club when he saw her, felt her eyes on him. Even from this distance, he could see the slight blush that came over her as she realised she had been caught staring, echoing the red of her dress. Even though he was used to dames dressing more conservatively from the forties, he couldn’t help but appreciate the way her dress clung to her like a second skin, showing off her curves and the way her hips moved in time to the rhythm. He couldn’t help but imagine how they would feel against him, his pants slightly tightening at the thought. 

He couldn’t help but stare even long after she had ripped her eyes away from him, he was completely enraptured with her. 

‘You should go up and dance with her.’ 

Turning sharply in his seat to face his best friend, Bucky pretended not to realise what Steve was implying, shooting him a quizzical look. 

‘Don’t play that game with me Buck, you’ve been staring at that dame for the past half an hour. Just go and dance with her. If you don’t I just might, she looks like a good partner for more than just dancing if you catch my drift.’ 

Although Bucky knew Steve was only saying those things to rile him up, he felt anger flowing through his veins at the idea of him dancing with her never mind other things which he had clearly alluded to. ‘Don’t even think about it Stevie.’

Steve merely held his hands up mockingly. ‘Well you better act fast Buck because I think she has a few other fans.’ Looking around the club Bucky could clearly see what Steve meant by that, his girl had caught the attention of a couple other men. 

Taking his last swig of scotch, he got up off of his seat muttering curses under his breath. He couldn’t believe he was about to do this, it had been so long since he had danced with a dame but there was something about the woman in the red dress that he just couldn’t ignore. 

You felt another set of hands placed on your hips and turned around to tell the guy the same thing you had told every other guy tonight, that you weren’t interested but the words were caught in your throat when you saw it was him, the guy from the bar. Completely silenced by just how incredibly handsome he was up close, you simply turned back around and resumed your movements, arching your back a little more so you could rub against him. 

His hands were gentle at first, tentative, as if scared that you would run away, yet when a couple of songs had passed and you were still caught in his embrace, he seemed to gain some confidence, gripping you tighter and pulling you closer so you could feel just how much of an effect you had on him. You raised your hands, wrapping them around his neck, entangling your fingers in his hair as you pulled him closer in response. You could now feel his whole front pressed against your back as you grinded, his hands exploring your front, tracing your dress up to where they cupped your breasts over the red material. 

It had been years since you had danced like this, completely forgetting about where you were and just losing yourself. You hadn’t even danced like this with Callum you realised with a start, he had never liked going out to clubs with you, getting overly jealous at how the other men would look at what was his.

You could feel his lips on your neck, trailing open mouthed kisses up to your ear until your turned your head to his, replacing your skin with your lips. You could feel his slight stubble scratch against your cheek and suddenly you wondered what it would feel like against your thighs as you let out a moan at the thought alone. He took full advantage of your distraction as he slid his tongue into your mouth, desperate to taste you. 

You could now no longer ignore the growing dampness in between your legs aided by how his hot length was pressed right against your ass. You ached for some relief and so you broke off the kiss, placing you lips next to his ear. 

‘How about we get out of here? My apartment isn’t too far from here.’ You rasped, barely audible over the loud music. Your nearly lost it then and there when he started pulling away, shaking his head as his lips now came to your ear. 

‘That is far too far Doll, I need you now.’ As if to emphasise his point, he grabbed one of your hands and trailed it down his body to where you could feel him in your palm, achingly hard. 

The thought of this godlike man wanting you was enough to distract you from noticing the cool metal that enclosed your hand as he started to lead you away from the dancefloor and towards the bathrooms. 

Bucky thanked his lucky stars as he saw that one of the toilets was free, and pulled you in behind him, locking the door hastily before pressing you up against it, rubbing his aching member on you, desperate for some friction as his lips caught yours again. Using both hands, Bucky lifted your dress over your head as you started working on the button down shirt he was wearing, your fingers occasionally fumbling before his hands replaced yours and ripped it down the centre, buttons flying everywhere as your lips reattached. 

You traced your hands down his chest, marvelling at the muscles underneath your fingers as you started attacking his belt, desperate to get it off just as his hands slipped around your back, detaching your bra and shimmering your panties off of you, completely exposing your body to him. 

It was only after one of his fingers had started teasing you clit and the other was shrugging himself out of his jeans that you finally noticed his arm. 

As if he could sense your sudden realisation, Bucky pulled away looking to see if anything was wrong, only to see your gaze fixated on his metal arm. A sinking feeling hit him right in the gut. What was he thinking? Of course you wouldn’t want to fuck the Winter Soldier, not after eveything he’s done. 

‘You’re Bucky Barnes.’ You didn’t know what to say. You felt like an idiot for not having recognised him sooner. No wonder he looked so familiar. You stood motionless until you realised that he was trying to pull his jeans back on. Hastily you grabbed his metal hand, stopping him. ‘What are you doing?’

He seemed surprised by your question as he responded ‘well I just figured you wouldn’t want to anymore.’ You let out a laugh, your hand still on his as you led it back to the apex of your thighs, the wetness blatantly obvious. 

‘You seriously think I’m not interested now?’ You teased as you wrapped your other hand around his neck and pulled his lips to meet your again. Your teeth clashing in your desperation as his metal fingers started moving inside of you, his thumb teasing your clit as his other hand reached around to you ass, lifting you up off the ground. 

Bucky had to remind himself to thank Shuri the next time he saw her for the enhanced sensitivity in his new arm because being able to feel you writhe against him as you came nearly had him creaming his pants. He waited until you were coming back down from you orgasm before he pulled his briefs down and wrapped your other leg around him. Piercing blue eyes met yours as he slid into you easily, eventually bottoming out as he filled you. 

Never tearing his eyes from yours, he started to move his hips, slowly at first while you tried to get used to the new feeling of fullness he gave you. His lips trailed down to your neck, sucking and biting as he went, being sure to leave a mark as you moaned out underneath him. ‘Bucky, yes... fuck right there baby.’

Bucky smirked as he found your G-spot and started to pick up his pace, thrusting into you harsher, being sure to hit that special place every time. The creaking of the door underneath the weight of his thrusts had him worrying that the door would give way so he quickly moved you against the bathroom wall. The tiles were cool against your back, contrasting the heat you felt everywhere else, adding to the building sensation in the pit of your stomach as you longed for a second release. 

Sensing your desperation, Bucky moved one of his hands from around your waist and started toying with your clit, as he chased his own finish.

You could feel his hot lips against your ear now as he fucked you relentlessly. ‘Oh Doll, you’re cunt is so fucking tight. Like nothing I’ve felt before.’ His praise only added to the tingling sensation that you could now feel all over, just needing a little bit more to wash over you. 

‘Come on baby, I need you to cum for me again, I know you’re close.’ The dirty words escaping from his lips finally tipped you over the edge crying out as you came, his fingers still flicking your clit as he tried to extend your orgasm, his hips stuttering as he came, coating your walls. 

His forehead pressed against yours as you both fought to catch your breath, his cock occasionally twitching inside of you. Gently he lowered you so you were back standing on wobbly legs and pulled out, reaching behind him for a paper towel to clean the top of your thighs with. When your juices were somewhat gone, he handed you back your bra to put on and helped you back into your dress before he pulled on his boxers and jeans. 

You cast a quick look in the mirror as he chucked on his now ruined, buttonless shirt and realised that he had indeed left a lovely little mark right on your neck. You knew Char would not let you live that one down. You didn’t even realise him quickly bending down to grab your still damp panties and tuck them away, hiding them in his jeans pocket.

Coming up behind you, Bucky wrapped an arm around your stomach, kissing his mark gently, eyes meeting yours. 

‘How about he head back to your apartment now? I’m not quite done with you yet’.  

[lightningbuggie]

mcsombra prompt- their second christmas together ❤

Sombra found her jeans lying in a clump on the floor, slipping them back on in the diffused glow of the moon shining through thin motel curtains. 

“Headin’ out so soon?” A gruff voice answered from behind her. 

He turned around to see McCree sitting on the edge of the bed, cigar hanging from his lips and a lighter in his hand. He held the flame to the cigar, and within a moment the scent of tobacco swept across the room and touched Sombra’s nose. The scent was becoming familiar.

“Yeah, lot of work to do tomorrow.” She replied, reaching for her tank top where it sat on the dresser.

“Hm.” 

They didn’t ever talk about work, that much was established. 

McCree cleared his throat, “Isn’t a little late to be travelin’?” 

Fair question, it was about 2 in the morning.

“Nah, trains are way less crowded. Easier to slip by at night.” She replied, done dressing and checking her makeup in the mirror. “Anyway, thanks for that. And the drinks. Oh, and Feliz Navidad and happy holidays and all that too.” She turned to the door to leave.

“What are ya doin’ for Christmas? Any plans?” 

Sombra looked back and made eye contact with the cowboy. 

“You think a girl like me has plans for Christmas?” She chuckled.

“Wanna spend it with me?” He took of puff of his cigar. “Two for two.”

Ha. The previous Christmas wasn’t exactly something she wanted to repeat. Sombra found him shit wasted at Calaveras and had to find a way to get him back to his hotel so that no one could steal his secrets before she did. It was certainly a mission, taking every ounce of her physical strength to guide the man twice her size through the uphill Castillo streets. Though she might have to admit it may have been worth the effort, considering it paved the way for their current ‘meetups’.

Sombra hadn’t noticed herself daze off until McCree spoke up again. 

“If yer busy that’s f-”

“No, I’m not.”

McCree gave her a half smile, “Well alright then, where’re ya gonna be?”

“California.” Lie. She’d probably be somewhere in New York doing recon business in the days leading up to Christmas, but she still didn’t trust him enough to divulge that. And besides, she could make it back to California in time anyway.

“Okay, well I’ll see ya in Hollywood then.”

“Gotcha. Later, vaquero.” She winked as she slipped out the door and into the night.

A month later, in a seedy motel in the back skirts of Hollywood, Sombra paced endlessly in thought as she waited for McCree to arrive. She couldn’t be certain he’d received the coordinates she’d sent him, though she triple checked the message before she hacked his phone and left it for him, so it was unlikely he’d get lost. She’d already gotten some alcohol, gotten dressed, and checked the room for bugs, so there was not much left to do but wait. She looked around the bare apartment and frowned, hoping that he wasn’t expecting some sort of Christmas decorating on her end. More than decorating, however, she was concerned that he may have been expecting a gift, which she didn’t have prepared. 

The last time she could remember buying someone a Christmas gift was when she’d gotten a pack of glittery bandaids for Baptiste back in his Talon days. But that was different, she and Baptiste were friends. Are McCree and I friends? She wasn’t sure. They certainly weren’t dating, but they seemed simultaneously more and less than friends. 

A knock at the door took her out of her stupor. She checked the security feed and saw him in the hallway, a tall paper bag in his hands. Alcohol. Okay, I have alcohol too. No gifts then - a relief. 

Sombra opened the door and McCree waltzed in, tipping his hat in her direction and spilling powdery white snowflakes everywhere as he did so. 

“Feliz Navidad, darlin’.” 

“Yeah yeah, Feliz Navidad.”

He placed the bag on the living room coffee table and took a seat on the couch without hesitation.

“My, it was a mighty trek gettin’ over here.”

“Was it?” Sombra replied as she grabbed her bottle of tequila and two shot glasses from the kitchen counter and brought them to the coffee table.

“The cold ain’t exactly my favourite kinda weather.”

“Don’t get much snow in Texas?” She mocked.

“Definitely not where I’m from. I know you’re not used to it either.”

Sombra poured each of them a glass. “Maybe not. But the change is nice, keeps you on your toes.” 

“That’s for damn sure. This place is busier than I remember it. Too many faces that might recognize mine.”

“Maybe you need some invisibility.”

“Damn right. Mind sharin’?” He flashed her a grin, all teeth and charm and warmth, and Sombra was suddenly aware of how strange it was that he’d come all the way here for her. And that she’d done the same for him.

She studied the sincerity in his eyes, “Why didn’t you stay in Texas then?”

“We had plans.” McCree downed his shot in one swing. “And I wasn’t in Texas anyway.”

“Oh?”

“I was in Castillo. Some work stuff.” He placed the empty glass on the table. “Speaking of, I actually brought ya somethin’.”

“You what?”

“A present of sorts.” McCree looked at her wide eyes and raised a hand up in defense. “I know we didn’t say we would, but I just remembered ya mentioning some pastries you liked from a bakery there, so I thought I’d pick them up for ya.”

Sombra thought for a second, swinging her shot back. “Huh, I forgot I even told you that.” 

McCree tore the paper bag so it splayed its contents out on the table. Several different types of pastries tumbled out. “Wasn’t sure which kind was your favourite, so I just got one of each.”

Sombra wasn’t the type of person that wanted for much - beyond information and other non-material possessions - so it hadn’t occurred to her that McCree would even be able to find her something that she might possibly want, let alone bring it to her. She stared at the assortment on the table. They were indeed pastries from her favourite bakery in Castillo. It had been a long time since she’d had one, and she only just now realized how much she missed them. 

Sombra picked up a round pastry, consisting of two semi-spherical halves combined with a layer of jam. “Besos.” 

“Pardon?”

“My favourite one.” She separated the two halves and handed one to McCree, before closing her eyes and biting into her own. The flavour reminded her of home.

When she opened her eyes again she watched McCree take a bit of his. 

“Delicious.” He licked his lips and examined the remaining piece of pastry before popping the rest of it into his mouth. He swallowed the treat and gave her a cheery smile. “Ya know, I’ve passed by these a ton but I never thought to try it.”

“It’s a nice treat.” She replied, returning the smile.

“I’ll say.”

Sombra finished her half and began breaking all of the remaining sweets in two parts. “Sorry for not getting you anything.” 

“Don’t be. This is just as much a gift for me as it is you.”

“There are actually some more pan dulce they keep in the back of that place. Sorta like a secret menu.” She wiped her hands on her pants, letting the crumbs fall to the floor. “I’ll get you some next time you’re in Dorado.”

“Yeah? I’ll be back there in the end of January.”

“Me too.” Another lie. But she could be there if he was going to be.

“It’s a date then.” He grinned as held up two pieces of sweetbread, handing her one. 

They raised their pastries in a silent toast: to making it through another year, to having someone to start the new one with, and (though they wouldn’t realize it for years to come) to never being alone on Christmas again.

[mnm-inc-miles]

MARCH 29-30, 2020 - PART I

A dull throb in his ankle caused the musician to buckle over and inspect the old scar. It had mostly disappeared since he first acquired it, and although he felt a burning sensation it looked the same as it had before. He stood and walked to his kitchen, pulling down a bottle of tequila and deciding to take a shot to dull the ache. He smashed back a second shot and let the glass hit the counter just as the ground beneath him shook. The ground shook again as the pain around his ankle began to intensify, a fear rose within him but before he could panic any further his world went black.

 Through half-lids Cole rolled his head haphazardly, trying to rouse from some kind of sleep like state. He inhaled deeply and exhaled, his head rolling forward. Eyes suddenly wide he followed the length of his arm to his wrist which was bound against a wall, the same as all his other limbs. His insides screamed in protest as he wiggled his body, trying to pull free. "Wake up, wake up..." he mumbled to himself. "Fuck Cole wake the fuck up..."

 "You're not asleep," a voice broke the otherwise eerie silence. Before him stood a rather sad sack of a demon, hunched over and clearly injured.

 "Jumbee, you're..." Cole thought quickly. "You're Dallas's uh, friend, right?"

 It narrowed its eyes and moved closer to Cole and gave a nod, "Yes I know of him, but he's gone now...and I have to return to my work, no more games."

 "Please let me go..."

 "I cannot do that, you've been given to me as a sacrifice, so now you are mine and when I'm done with you I shall send you to Yama and he shall decide how you will end up."

 "Fuck...are you going to hurt me?"

 "Stop talking, it gets me into trouble. It is my duty to harness a few things from you in order to build my power." The demon took the tip of its nail, gently drug it down the front of Cole's shirt, tearing it open and exposing his torso.

 Chewing his lip Cole dared to speak further despite the order to stop, "Can't I do something for you, to get out of this?"

 "Enough," the demon growled banging a fist just beside Cole's head, causing the wall to shake and small stones to crumble away. Cole clenched his jaw and closed his eyes, wishing simply to die so he could no longer feel any pain. Unless of course this was death, then he was screwed no matter what. He felt the nails of the demon begin to dig into his chest. He let out a cry of pain and tears streamed down his face, opening his eyes he watched the demon catch those tears in a bottle.

 "I can cry for you man, you don't need to hurt me, I'll cry all god damn day if you want. Just...tell me what you need, I'll do it."

 "There's no way you can cry enough to fill this vial on your own," the demon hissed.

Cole shook his head and let the tears fall, "Yes I can..." he closed his eyes and thought about all the things causing him pain inside. He opened every door of the hotel in his head where his own demons hid and let the ghosts have free reign of the place. He began to sob and the demon filled the vial. To his surprise Cole kept the tears coming and the demon filled yet another vial of tears.

 "Impressive..." it spoke as it placed a finger beneath Cole's chin and lifted his head, "That's enough; I don't suppose you can give me your heart."

 "What?" Cole cried, trying to stifle the tears now falling down his cheeks in a steady stream. "No...I...I need that to live, if you want some blood, fuck, take some of that, then let me go...and I don't know man, maybe six months from now you can bring me back and I can give you some more blood sweat and tears, whatever you need. I just...I don't want to die..."

 The demon cocked its head and considered this option, then it sighed and shook it's head, "That's not for me to decide...I'm bound by the rules of Yama. He makes the final decision. So you're heart, I will be needing that..." He pressed his nails into the side of Cole's ribcage and began to dig through muscle. The pain was immense and he felt his breathe stop when the demon's hand gripped his beating heart. A moment later he was staring at the demon holding his heart in its hand before him when suddenly it howled in pain and an arrow tore through its shoulder from behind.

 "You're going to let him go now," Phoenix growled, his eyes narrow. Cole watched as he pulled out another arrow and pointed it at the demon. The demon put the heart in a jar then suddenly began to grow. Cole watched Phoenix lean to Hanna and whisper some sort of plan. She was about to object when Phoenix spoke louder, "We don't really have time to argue, just do as I say."

 With that he beckoned the demon to a duel, a challenge the demon took willingly. Hanna slipped passed the demon and hurried to Cole after gently grabbing his heart, "Hey," she spoke, "We're getting out of this, don't worry." She put a hand to his chest were the wound was and bit her lip. "This will hurt but I'm going to cauterize the wound after so you don't bleed out." She pushed his heart back inside his body and then heat escaped her palm and Cole howled in pain. His vision began to tunnel and he felt his entire body go limp, he was about to pass out. "Stay with me Cole, come on now..." she pressed her lips to his and like an adrenaline pump his eyes jolted open. She chanted some spell and the shackles confining him to the wall broke open and he stumbled to the ground.

 Cole and Hanna both looked over to Phoenix who was still fighting the demon, both looking a little worse for wear. Hanna for a moment, felt stuck. If she came out of this without Phoenix, Alex would never forgive her but the young man was very clear on his instructions. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath then gave Cole a gentle tug.

 "This way, we need to get you out of here, or at least away from this area so I can go back for Phoenix..." she mumbled the latter half of the statement.

 "How are we going to do that...do you know this place, do you know where the fucking exit is?" He was speaking just above a whisper, and despite the expletive, his voice was tender and uncertain.

 "Well, no...but most underworlds work the same though, it's not impossible to escape." There was a low growl and both Hanna and Cole turned to see two dogs with four eyes each staring back at them, teeth bared. "I think we should probably run..." They both bolted down a long narrow tunnel with the two dogs nipping at their heels.

 "There's a house up ahead..." Cole breathed.

 "I don't think we want to go in there..." she looked back as the dogs continued to chase them.

 "I'm not sure we have a choice..."

 "Fuck..." she breathed as they had their backs against the door. The dogs had stopped chasing and simply stood growling. Hanna tried to step to the side but the dog snapped toward her. "Alright, inside...every house has a back door, right?"

 "How the hell should I know, in this place it could be a dead end..." but Cole didn't want to be torn apart by some terrifying looking dogs so he opened the door and stepped inside.

 "Welcome to Kalici Palace, please take a number and wait for Yama to call you for consultation." The demon that spoke to him grabbed his hand and stamped his inner wrist. He yelped in pain and looked at the fresh blood pooling in a thin line reading "36" which notated is place in line. The demon walked right past Hanna and continued to keep an eye on the other souls.

 "What the fuck..." Cole looked down at the number then over at Hanna. "Why...don't you have one of these?"

 Hanna was struck with confusion as she looked around them. "I don't know anything about this fucking hell, I've no idea where we are...what the hell is Kalici's Palace?"

 "Cole," a new voice spoke. Hanna and Cole looked around but saw no one. "You can't see me, I shouldn't be here. But Phoenix asked me a while to help and I'm glad I finally found you. It's Elliot, now focus, what's the last thing you remember before coming here?"

 "I uh...had a shot? Or two..."

 "Did you mix it with anything?"

 "I don't remember man, probably...it's been stressful, I probably had a Xanax or two..."

 "Hanna, it doesn't sound like he's really clear on how much he's had, but he got a number because he's dead or dying, this is Yama's house, he's in charge of deciding what happens to people once they pass over. You need to get him breathing again..."

 "How the fuck am I supposed to do that?"

 "You're not dead, you can leave. Leave the way you came..." a hand appeared out of nowhere and handed her a vial. Use this, just empty the vial into his mouth. It will revive him. I'll stay with him until you get it done."

 In a matter of seconds she ran and Cole was left amidst the other souls. "What's going to happen to me..."

 "Nothing if she gets to you before you see Yama."

 "What if that doesn't happen?"

 "That's why I'm staying, I'll figure something out just...give me a second to think."

 "How long have you been here?" Cole asked.

 "Not a time for chatting, and I'd rather you don't say anything to anyone right now. The situation I'm in is very delicate, I can't have anyone trying to get involved."

 "Okay..." Cole fell silent and watched the room shift as people left and more arrived. "It's at number 35...man...Elliot, what the fuck..."

 "I'm going to stall...she will get there. You'll know when she's got to you, because you will start to feel pins and needles like your muscles have fallen asleep. When that happens, find me. In the mean time you hold onto my cloak." Elliot took the cloak off, revealing his own body, and threw it over Cole making him invisible. "Don't leave with that...please, it's my only way out of here."

 Just as the doors opened and the number 36 flashed above the doors, Elliot strolled into the room with hands on his hips. "You have a breech in your security," he mused. Yama rose and snapped his fingers, ordering his guards to capture him. Cole watched him fight the guards when suddenly he could feel his body tingle. Pins and needles. This was what Elliot told him would happen. He pushed through the chaos outside the main room and called out Elliot's name. He pulled the cloak off only to have Elliot grab him and cover them both with the cloak quickly. A sword pushed its way through the cloak, into Elliot's back and out his front. Reaching for Cole but was blocked when Elliot grabbed the end, his hands turning bloody. "I'm okay...good luck kid, careful with those Xanny's." Cole looked down and watched his body begin to disappear.

 He coughed and rolled over, vomiting profusely. "Oh thank god," Hanna spoke. "I'm texting Adam and your parents."

 "What god no, don't text my parents..." Cole cried as he threw up again.

 "Too bad, I have to go and someone needs to be here. I need to get Phoenix." She texted Adam and decided to leave contacting Cole's parents in his hands, for a number of reasons, time being of the essence. As soon as she heard the front door and made eye contact with Adam she disappeared and headed back to Phoenix.

[golddaggers]

Princess

Peter Hale x Reader

(NOT MY GIF)

*requested

Imagine: You have a major crush on Peter Hale, but, because of the Pack, you have to keep it a secret. One day, when he comes to your house injured, you are not able to hide it any more and comes clean to him.

Word Count: 1560

Being ordinarily human in a town crowded with supernatural creatures could be pretty boring sometimes; especially when all of your friends saw you as a fragile thing who could get broken if exposed to a high amount of shit. It was stupid, though. You were not a doll or anything related, for God’s sake; plus, even though fighting was not your thing, you could help on other stuff, like cleaning and bandaging the injured. Your aunt Melissa had taught you a lot of medical stuff, making you perfect for this task. However, bone killer Scott shut you out entirely, pledging you were too young to be on this life.

“As if I cared!” You snorted, angry. “Fucking Scott. Fucking rules. Fuck! Fuck!”

You threw, bored, the remote control on the couch’s corner, giving up on finding a decent show to take your mind away from the horrible powerless feeling you were experiencing. People needed your help and you were stuck at home, not able to do nothing about it. Why did you let people manipulate you like that?

“This calls for some booze”, you thought, standing up and heading to the kitchen. Sure, drinking would never solve entirely your problems, it’s not like it’s magic, however, you would at least calm down. Otherwise, it was very likely that you would rip Scott’s throat with your bare hands.

While trying to reach the highest shelf to grab the tequila bottle, you could not help but giggle, suddenly imagining what the pack would do if they discovered your secret crush on Peter Hale. Poor tiny human Y/N falling for a monster. It was ironic.

Finally getting hold of the bottle, you took a sip straight from it, not bothering to get a glass. The liquid went down burning and you smiled, enjoying the sensation. It was damn good, as usual.

Taking short steps, you went back to the living room, ready to put on some music and swirl your hips to it. All of that was probably due the alcohol excess, you were never a strong drinker. Yet, whilst you set up the stereo, you heard odd noises. As if someone was walking clumsily through wood sticks, breaking them with its feet.

“Shit.” You muttered, approaching the window and slyly looking through a brief shaft. There was nothing there. “I’m going crazy. That’s it.”

As soon as you returned to the room, you heard it again. This time, though, the door was swung open and a bleeding light brown haired man leant against the doorframe. What the hell was Peter doing here, at your place? Has he lost his mind?

“Hey, princess.” His voice was weak and he coughed, blood staining your carpet. “Care to help me a little?”

Your thoughts were mingled and confusing, but you propped up and went to help him. You pushed the door closed behind you and dragged him to the couch, staring deeply at his eyes. He seemed so defenseless!

“What happened?”

“Kate is back in town.”

“Kate as in Allison’s aunt?” Your eyes were widened as you quizzed him worried. “Fuck, wasn’t she dead? How did she come back?”

“As it seems, she was not killed. She was turned.”

“Into a werewolf?”

“Not quite, princess. We still have to figure out that part.” You could notice him struggling to talk and it shattered your heart the mere sight of your beloved hurt.

You always had a thing for bad boys, that was true; however, when Peter tagged along, you knew he was different. Sassy, slightly bossy… Heck, a perfect match for you. Still, you had to keep it a secret from him and everybody else. No one was allowed to know about your feelings, because it would turn out to be a major problem, considering how overprotective your cousin could get. Argh! You hated it. All of it.

“Y/N?”

“Yes.”

“Are you okay?”

“Sure I am.” Your reply came out with a fake laugh and a awkward gulp. “I think I should be asking you the same thing.”

“Uh, I’ll be okay. I only a need a shower.” He smirked tenderly, reaching to touch your right cheek. “Your heart is beating like crazy.”

Yes, this you could not hide or disguise. Seeing him hurt and in pain made your heartbeat go crazy. More than it would normally get when you were around him.

“I’m just…” You licked your lips, fighting to keep it together. “You scared the hell out of me.”

“Uh, I’m sorry.” Hale seemed disappointed, which made you bit your bottom lip. “You were the only person who came into my mind.”

“I’m flattered you considered me as an option.” A sarcastic remark slipped. “People tend to treat me like I’m made of glass.”

“What?” Peter sat up straight, wincing in pain by doing so. “You’re so tough, princess. So resilient. I bet you would make a badass werewolf.”

“Damn, this is so good to hear.” A smile curved your lips, for you were genuinely satisfied. “Now, enough with this. You need to shower and I’m going to find you clothes.”

“All right.” Hale nodded and tried to get on his feet. You could nearly feel his ache to walk and, once more, made your poor pumping organ skip a few beats. “Where is the bathroom?”

“I’ll take you there.”

Right then you realised how hard this situation was going to be. You cared too much about him to keep your shit under control for that long. It was a true challenge for your sanity; one you hoped to win.

Twenty minutes later, you found yourself lying lazily on your bed, staring at the white ceiling and pulling carelessly the soft fabric of your denim shorts while waiting for him to come out.

You took a deep breath in order to relax; yet, before it made any effect, the door was opened and a shirtless dripping water Peter walked through it, looking refreshed. This tore apart any chance of relaxation. Matter of fact, it made you more tensed up than ever.

As you sat upright, your gaze locked on him and you licked your lips, nervous. Hale must have found it pleasing to watch, for he chuckled, delighted, leaning to grasp the bundle of clothes that were by your side.

“Do you like what you see, princess?”

“I would appreciate if you call me by my name.” You retorted, looking away. “Why don’t you get dressed already?”

“Does my nudity bother you?”

“Yes. I mean, no. Why would it?”

He traced your jaw with his long slim fingers, getting you to look at him. Once you finally gave up and rose your chin, meeting his eyesight with yours, you found them soaked with tenderness. His blue eyes engulfed you like a high strong wave.

“Confess.”

“Huh?”

“Confess.” The raspy voice requested, his thumb stroking leisurely your cheekbone. “Tell me you love me, because I can hear your heartbeat from miles away.”

“Please, don’t make me do this.” You did not break the eye connection, no matter how quivery your voice were. “I don’t want to say it.”

“But you do love me.” He knelt in front of you. “God, you’re beautiful.”

“Why?”

“Why I find you beautiful? Because you are! So perfect and freaking gorgeous.”

“No.” You shook your head, giggling. “If you know how I feel, why do you want me to confess it?”

“Well, I wouldn’t want to make a fool of myself by falling for a girl who wasn’t in love with me as well.” A sinking feeling hit your stomach as you slowly understood what he was saying. “Oh, fuck! Did I scare you?”

“No, you didn’t.”

“So kiss me, please.” Peter asked, smoothly. “Go on, princess.”

A smug smirk enlightened your face and then you crashed your lips onto his, tasting all at once. He grasped your waist and pulled you closer, whilst you tugged his hair, wanting to release all the tension built up. It was so much better than you had imagined! His tongue fought with yours for dominance, the whole kiss heating up the place.

“Easy, tiger.” You whispered, splaying your hands on his chest as Hale was inches away from popping your shorts open. “I didn’t think you were this excited to be with me.”

“Ever since I laid my eyes on you, I knew you were going to be my doom.” Peter pecked your lips and continued. “The worst was that I didn’t care at all. I wanted you to crush me with your love. I wanted you to break my walls.”

“Did I?”

“Damn hell you did.” Both of you chuckled. “What about me? Did I crack Mrs. Y/N Y/L/N?”

“You know you did.” Your voice was soft. “I am hopelessly in love with you.”

Peter Hale hid his face on your neck, smiling against it, half surprised half glad by your statement. He stayed quiet for awhile, just sucking on your skin and leaving love bites behind. When he finally reached your ear, he could not help but mutter the words you wanted to hear:

“I love you too, princess.”

Your heart warmed up upon hearing that and you sealed your lips once more, realising how deep were your feelings towards each other. You two were meant to be. Definitely a love written on the stars.