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Plastic Hearts – Part 23

Pairing: Director!Dean Winchester x Actress!Reader

Series Summary: Los Angeles, 1985. Y/N’s a young actress without any success, hopping from one failed audition to the next until one desperate mistake brings her to her breaking point. Dean Winchester, on the other hand, is a grade A asshole and washed-up director at the end of his career, known for his godawful slasher movies in the 70s and his love for blow, booze, and women. Lost in the toxic Hollywood life, their paths cross when one hopeless little wrestling show changes their trajectory.

Chapter Warnings: +18, language, smut, fluff, angst, quiet hurt & a touch of heartbreak

Word Count: 5.7k

A/N: Oh, you'll hate me again for ending it like this. Have fun, guys 😂

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23. Every Breath You Take

“More?” Dean offers the half-emptied wine bottle and holds it over Y/N’s glass as they sit around the dinner table. The actress throws him a raised look with a little smile playing on her lips.

“Are you trying to get me drunk? You don’t have to. I’m already sleeping here,” she points out in amusement.

“Yeah, but when you’re buzzed, you let me do more shit.” The green-eyed director smirks.

“Ew, Dad!” Claire groans next to him. “I’m right here. This is why I don’t wanna do family dinner with you guys.”

“This was actually a nice idea,” Y/N says with a smile so bright it shows her dimples. “Thanks for cooking tonight. Perfect way to start our last week of filming.”

Dean’s heart stings slightly at her words, but he covers it with a tight smile. The last three weeks passed by rather quickly, and each week, he grew more worried, more nervous, more depressed, and more anxious. This was it. Seven more days before it all imploded. Six more nights before he might not see her again.

He has been wracking his brain, trying to come up with solutions to save the show – to keep her. Cas and Jo are out on fairs, networking with networks and showing their tape to other producers in hopes of getting picked up by someone else, still without any success.

“So, uh, any plans so far? Heard some of the girls are going to auditions, looking for other jobs,” Dean notes and nurses his beer. He doesn’t hold it against them. It’s the business, after all, and everyone’s trying to survive and find their next paycheck.

Y/N bobs her head and sets her wine glass down. “Yeah, actually. I was thinking about taking your advice and going to New York for auditions. I like the idea of doing theater or maybe even a musical.”

Dean forces a supportive smile on his face and hides the heartbreak in his ribcage. “Yeah, you should. You’d be great at it.”

“But, uhm, for now, I’m actually driving to San Diego in a few days for an audition for a musical. I’m not gonna get it, but I figured it’d be fun,” she tells him, and even though she downplays it, Dean can see the excitement sparkling in her eyes.

“Oh, c’mon, why wouldn’t you get it?” he encourages her. He promised himself he’d always be her cheerleader, no matter his own feelings on the subject. He’s trying a new thing these days – it’s called being less selfish.

But God, he hopes she gets it. San Diego is a lot closer to LA than New York.

Y/N snorts into her glass, chuckling. “It’s a Sondheim musical, Dean. I’m not expecting to get it. It’s just good practice.”

“Aiming high, huh?” Dean laughs despondently and takes a big gulp of beer to choke down his tears.

Dammit, Dean thinks. He wishes he could call the dude and tell him what a great woman and actress Y/N is. He’d be lucky to have her in his production. Maybe the director could bribe him to hire her? Would that take things too far?

“How are you gonna get down there?” Dean’s eyes drift to the leg in a cast that rests on a chair next to him.

Y/N gives him a shrug of her shoulders. “I don’t know. Take the bus?”

“I’ll drive you,” he says with a swig of his beer. See? Supportive. He’s really proud of himself, although he wishes he were a lot drunker right now.

“Ooh, uh, Claire, I borrowed two dresses from Alex for you. I put them in your room. You need to pick one for your Winter Formal,” Y/N tells his daughter with a bright smile.

But Claire shakes her head with teenage defiance. “I don’t need a dress. Jack and I are going ironically.”

Dean’s brow furrows in confusion as he blinks at his kid. “What the fuck does that mean?”

Claire rolls her eyes in response and groans. “Ugh, Dad, you’d think for someone who lived through counterculture, you’d understand.” With that, she gets up from the dinner table and takes her empty plate to the kitchen sink.

“I know what she means,” Y/N mumbles nonchalantly.

Dean’s bewildered gaze darts to her. “Really? What?”

Y/N coolly shrugs her shoulders as she sips on her wine before she sighs defeatedly. “Fine, I don’t know. I just wanted to sound cooler than you,” she admits with a cute smile.

Dean snorts a laugh. “Yeah, good luck with that.”

“I’m going to bed. Good night! Don’t be too loud!” Claire yells before the door to her room slams shut.

Dean watches Y/N as she leans back in her chair with a blissful sigh and empties her glass. She has pretty much spent every night at his place since the hospital. At this point, the director has gotten so used to it that he wouldn’t know what to do with himself if one night she didn’t. Why can’t it stay this way?

He never thought he’d be someone who wants to have family dinners every night.

“Too tired for dessert?” he asks with a wiggle of his eyebrows and his signature smirk.

Y/N laughs lightly. “I wish one of these days you’d offer me actual dessert,” she quips.

“Like what? Chocolate cake? Pie? I’d actually love some pie. Maybe we should get one for tomorrow night,” Dean muses, chuckling.

Y/N grins mischievously at him and leans her elbows on the dinner table, resting her chin in her palms. “Maybe you can eat pie off of me.”

Dean curls his lips, his cheeks blushing at the idea alone. His dick seems to like it, too. “God, I love… your brain,” he quickly corrects his course before the wrong words slip out.

And it’s not like it isn’t true. While Y/N hasn’t been able to act and tumble around the ring, she’s been coming up with storylines and basically coordinated matches for the past three episodes. She’s also constantly by his side and mans the booth with him. If Dean didn’t sleep with her and like her, he’d actually be scared she’s coming for his job. She’s pretty much directing at this point, and he just lets her because, well, did he actually ever care?

But his declaration is only a small part of the truth, the full truth being that he loves more than just her damn brain and has for a long while. He’s been trying to say the words for weeks now, started and stopped a hundred times, and tried to pack his feelings into a coherent sentence that honestly shouldn’t be more than three words long.

However, those are some big three words. Monstrous for Y/N. And deep down, Dean knows she might feel like he does, too, but can’t admit it and doesn’t know what the hell to do with it. To her, this little arrangement between them is nothing more than friends who fuck. Only Dean’s aware that they’re actually in a deeply serious relationship, which is maddeningly ridiculous.

But hey, if he keeps his mouth shut, they might make it another five years like this without Y/N running away, so that’s something.

Dean then rises from his seat and offers his hands to Y/N. Her leg is still in a cast, so she has been wobbling around on crutches or hopping clumsily across a room. It’s pretty darn cute.

“Thank you,” Y/N says gratefully as Dean helps her up and slings her arm around his neck before he fully hoists her into his arms. She giggles as he carries her into the bedroom. “You don’t have to do this every night, you know. I can walk just fine.”

“Says you, but truth is, you’ve never seen yourself walk on these things. It’s pathetic,” he teases her and plops her carefully down on the bed.

He flings off his shirt and removes his jeans and underwear as Y/N unbuttons her blouse. The mattress dips as he climbs into the bed and helps her discard her pants. It’s routine at this point, but Dean has really started to cherish the stability. Every morning when he wakes up and smiles at her, he loves knowing that he’ll fall asleep right next to her at night all over again.

Gently, he spreads her legs and slots between them. His lips find hers in the moonlit dark and kiss her with deep affection and burning love, always pouring his whole heart into each kiss and hoping one of these days it’ll stick.

Grabbing a condom from the nightstand, he rolls it over his throbbing length and positions his dickhead at her entrance, slipping into her tight channel till she’s full of him. Her lips part as the same little gasp escapes her that he hears every time he enters her. He loves hearing that noise almost as much as he loves to hear the big one when she comes and the medium ones in-between.

Sometimes, Dean makes her come before, but on nights like these, when she’s already had half a bottle of wine, he rather works quick. While wine makes her louder and more daring, it also renders her quite sleepy.

“Fuck,” she sighs and closes her eyes with a euphoric smile, her pussy gripping his cock tight as she clenches around him. “You’re always so good at that.”

Dean smiles amusedly. Wine makes her chatty, too. “I haven’t even done anything yet, sweetheart,” he remarks.

“Well, I guess I just-… I just love your cock,” she says bluntly and grins up at him. “And those lips.”

See? Wine.

“These ones?” Dean asks teasingly and leans down, pulling one of her nipples between them till she squirms.

“Uh-huh, yes…” she moans softly and cards her hands through his hair, causing a groan to pass his lips. “And that tongue.”

“This one?” Dean lets his tongue roll over that same nipple till it peaks, feeling her arch her back underneath him.

“Yes, and God, those hands and fingers…” she almost whines.

“Those two?” Dean snakes a hand between their bodies, two of his fingers finding her clit and drawing tickling circles.

There’s no more strength left for words. She bites harshly down on her bottom lip and nods vividly. Her cunt clutches him tightly, eliciting a giddy chuckle from him. He loves making her squirm.

Three more squeezes, and he knows he has to move before she grows impatient. He knows her well by now, knows every little detail about her, and loves that he does. They haven’t even been able to do half the things he wants to do to her due to her current injury and inability to move (or bend) as freely.

And yet, he’s still not fucking bored, not in the slightest. He keeps waiting for it, but it never comes.

On the contrary, he appreciates the feeling of knowing someone so deeply and intimately as he knows Y/N. She has become a part of his soul, and he doesn’t know if he could ever cut her out without severely hurting himself. He’s not sure if he could survive a wound this deep.

“Dean, please…”

That was the fourth – like clockwork.

Dean manages to thrust twice before loud punk rock music shakes the walls and drowns out every noise in the entire house. Hell, the whole neighborhood can probably hear it.

Frustrated, his head drops momentarily to Y/N’s shoulder as the actress snorts a giggle. He can feel her body and cunt trembling around him, but not for the reason it should.

“Claire!” Dean shouts angrily. “Turn that fucking music down! Y/N’s trying to sleep!”

“No, she’s not!” his kid yells back through the wall and the unbearable music. “I know you guys are having sex! I don’t wanna hear anything!”

“We’re not having sex,” Dean barks and watches as Y/N gapes at him in sheer playfulness.

“Wow, you lie like that to your kid?” she teases him.

“What d’you want me to say? ‘I’m sorry, you’re right. I’m inside of her now’?” Dean retorts wryly, making Y/N burst into uncontrollable laughter as she snorts into his shoulder. “Can you please stop laughing while I’m trying to fuck you? My soldier’s already retreating.”

But Y/N only laughs harder at that, tears streaming down her cheeks as Dean’s lips purse with a sigh through his nose. She then exhales a deep, long breath, trying to calm herself. He’s seen her do this very move a hundred times during an acting scene.

She clears her throat and tries to force a more serious look onto her features. “How about a little Russian motivation?” she says in her infamous accent and smiles when his cock twitches in agreement. “Maybe some oral manipulation, yes?”

“Oh, fuck yeah.” Dean grins and leans down to capture her lips. “God, I love yo… your pussy,” he quickly corrects himself once more. That was a close one.

Alright, don’t look at him like that and don’t judge him. He’s trying. He really is.

But Jesus fucking Christ, he loves living these days. Who knew his forties would be the best time of his life?

With a big yawn, Y/N rubs her eyes and stretches her arms over her head. The shower in the main bathroom is running with Dean already in it. She grabs her crutches and hops to the window, opening the blinds to let some sunlight in.

She takes a deep breath and enjoys the morning silence for a moment, her gaze drifting out the quiet neighborhood. It has never been this peaceful in the motel. The last three weeks, she has really appreciated waking up in Dean’s bed. She knows she’s probably overstaying her welcome at this point, but he hasn’t kicked her to the curb yet, so she hasn’t been in a hurry to return to the motel, either.

He was right – the memory foam mattress is fucking heaven, especially with a broken ankle.

All in all, she imagined being benched for the show would be a lot worse than it is. Dean’s done a great job of incorporating her anywhere outside of the ring. She’s helping with storylines, training, directing, producing – really anything that could use a few tweaks. The green-eyed director is unfashionably nice to her. Maybe it’s the sex or their friendship or a combination of both. Either way, she’s grateful for him.

However, there’s this tiny voice inside her head that keeps telling her there’s a reason why Dean’s been so nice, and it’s not just the sex. It’s certain kisses and touches and looks – especially the looks – that make her believe there’s something lying underneath the surface. An iceberg so gigantic it could sink the Titanic. Whenever she catches his clandestine gazes from her periphery, there’s this inexplicable feeling that creeps through her veins.

Her peace is disturbed when excessive knocking and an uninterrupted ringing of the doorbell draw her attention to the front door. A part of her expects to find her best friend behind it. Only Jo could be this ruthless and obnoxious.

Y/N hurries to the door as fast as she can, which isn’t fast at all, considering she’s on crutches. Everything is just awkward and slow these days, but she’s been practicing moving around in hopes of joining the show again for the final episode. Billie and Donna have been helping her, too.

But as Y/N opens the door, she’s not greeted by the familiar blonde but by a brunette stranger instead. The only similarity the woman shares with Jo is that she’s incredibly hot and angry, too.

“Can I help you?” Y/N asks with a look of bewilderment, although she shouldn’t be surprised to find a mad woman on Dean’s doorstep.

“I’m Lisa Braeden. I’m looking for my daughter,” the woman says, somewhat impatiently.

Oh.

“Uh…”

Y/N stumps for a moment, eyeing the woman in front of her closely. So, this is Claire’s mother. Dean’s ex. She tries not to feel insecure around her, but it’s hard, considering the woman is a bombshell with perfect curves and flawless features. And if she looks like that now, Y/N wonders what she must’ve looked like seventeen years ago.

The actress suddenly feels very exposed in only the director’s flannel. Truthfully, she looks like she just crawled out of a gutter. Maybe it’s the fact she has just woken up and is sporting major bed-head, but Lisa probably thinks Dean took in a homeless person. The cast and crutches don’t help, either. And then, Y/N wonders why a part of her cares at all what the brunette thinks and reminds herself it’s not a competition.

“Dean? Dean!”

Her voice carries a certain amount of panic that’s probably uncalled for. Yet, it helps. The shower turns off, and not a minute later, Dean stands next to her with only a towel wrapped around his waist, his broad chest still glistening with droplets of water.

He does know how to make an entrance.

Dean’s brow is deeply creased when he takes in the woman at the door, lacking a sense of recognition, however. “What the fuck is all that noise?”

“I’m the fucking noise,” Lisa replies dryly. “I’m here for my kid.”

“Oh…” Dean stumps as well. Then, he swallows thickly and gives her a nervous smile. “Hi, uhm, I’m Dean Winchester.”

“I know who you fucking are, you moron,” Lisa huffs, shaking her head. “You got me pregnant. Where’s Claire?” When neither Dean nor Y/N answer, Lisa rolls her eyes and waltzes past the two inside the house. “Claire!”

“Sure, come on in,” Dean mutters under his breath and shares a wide-eyed look with Y/N, hoping for some guidance.

The actress eyes him up and down, pensively licking her lips. “Maybe you should get dressed.”

With some pants and a shirt on, Dean and Y/N have retreated to the kitchen and sip quietly on their cups of coffee while Lisa and Claire scream at each other. It’s a classic mother and teenage daughter battle. Claire fights for freedom, while Lisa fights for control.

“I had sex with that woman seventeen years ago. Now she’s in my house, yelling at my kid,” the director voices his thoughts out loud, a hint of trepidation shimmering in his green eyes.

“Yup, life has a way of catching up with you. Kinda learned that this year,” Y/N notes with pursed lips and sends him a smile. “But hey, they’re your family now. Kinda nice, right?”

“I can’t tell if you’re joking,” Dean huffs with a bitter look and watches Y/N place her mug in the sink.

“I should probably go. Leave you guys to figure this out,” Y/N announces, one hop on a healthy foot away from walking out the door. “I’ll call a cab.”

“No, don’t! You can’t leave me here alone with them,” Dean pleads, the sheer panic and desperation visible in his eyes and audible in his voice. His gaze bores into her. “C’mon, I need you. This is one of those, you know, friendship moments. Like abortions and getting over coke addictions.”

Y/N lets out a small sigh. How could she leave him after everything he’s done for her? She basically has no choice but to stay and help him through this. “What d’you want me to do? Mediate?”

“I don’t know. Maybe.” Dean shrugs helplessly. “I just know I’m gonna say all the wrong shit at the wrong time. Please. I don’t wanna lose my kid. Help me.”

As she catches his gaze, there’s that inexplicable feeling creeping through her veins again. This time, it even tugs on her heart.

“Okay, uhm, alright. I’ll stay,” she promises him, offering him a small smile of comfort.

Unbeknownst to her, though, Dean comes close to saying the three ominous words once more. It’s getting harder every day to keep them inside. How long does he have until he bursts? He feels like a ticking time bomb.

“Maybe we should all sit down and talk?” Y/N suggests as soon as Claire has stormed into her room and slammed the door in upset.

“About what?” Lisa barks, half-annoyed as she rests her hands on her squared-off hips. “She’s been lying to me for months.”

“Okay, in my defense, she told me you were crazy,” Dean explains with an innocent shrug.

“I don’t care if she told you I beat her and locked her into the basement. If a kid has run away from home, you call their mother,” Lisa retorts furiously.

Dean purses his lips in defeat for a moment, especially when Y/N seems to agree. She’s kind of his moral compass, but he’s not ready to accept his loss yet. “Well, you didn’t call me to tell me you were having a kid. My kid,” he argues and knows it’ll probably backfire. He can tell by Y/N’s frown.

“Oh, excuse me for not calling the guy who didn’t stay for breakfast,” Lisa counters with an eye roll.

Dean’s brow furrows, shaking his head. “I don’t think that’s what happened.” Granted, he’s been high for two decades now.

“I asked if you wanted pancakes. You said, ‘No, thanks, but that was fun.’ And then you got into your car and bolted, never to be seen again,” Lisa recalls, frowning.

“Uhm, that sounds like it was a long time ago,” Y/N interjects in his defense, chuckling nervously. “He’s a different and more mature person now.”

Dean’s heart swells to twice its size. It’s probably the nicest thing anyone’s ever said about him. Although, he can tell she only said it to win Lisa over. She’s a good actress, making even him believe her words. But she’s helping him, so it’s the thought that counts.

“Thanks for the input. Who are you again? Are you his fucking maid?” Lisa arches a brow at her, eyeing her up and down.

“No, she’s not my maid,” Dean replies fiercely but then doesn’t know what else to say. Girlfriend? Lover? Friend? Nothing sounds right. “She’s my, uhm, she’s my actress. She’s my… You know, she’s… She’s Y/N.”

At that, Y/N’s brow draws together in the middle with a tilt of her head. Dean surmises that answer probably sounded even weirder.

“Yeah, I can see you’ve changed so much.” Lisa scoffs sarcastically and folds her arms over her chest, her patience running low.

Y/N subtly clears her throat, deciding to step in. God knows the director needs all the help he can get. “Okay, uhm, it doesn’t really matter who I am,” she says and shares a look with Dean, who anxiously chews his bottom lip raw. “What matters is that Dean has really connected with Claire over the last few months. He’s enrolled her in high school, she has joined AV club, she’s got a really nice and sweet boyfriend.” Dean grimaces at that last part, but Y/N skillfully ignores it and continues, “They’re going to Winter Formal tonight.”

“Yeah, I’m chaperoning,” Dean announces proudly. “This dance is very meaningful to her.”

Lisa snorts a laugh, clearly amused. “My kid does not go to dances.”

“Yes, I do!” Claire suddenly stands in the middle of the living room with the brightest smile. It’s freaky, really. She gleefully holds up the two dresses Y/N brought over last night, feigning her excitement. “Which one should I wear?”

Lisa and Dean disagree on the dress choice, but when Y/N sides with Lisa, Claire takes the hint and quickly disappears back into her room.

“It’s just one night, and it will give you two some time to catch up. Figure this out,” Y/N advocates suggestively.

“Yeah, what she said,” Dean agrees and clears his dry throat, wishing he had a bottle of booze in his hand to calm his nerves. Man, in stressful situations like these, he does miss coke sometimes. But fucking Y/N has been a great substitute, so maybe he’ll just do that as soon as that crazy woman leaves his house again. “Look, I get that you’re angry. But I’m really trying here, okay? She’s doing great at school, I gave her a curfew… I wanna make up for lost time,” he explains sincerely. Y/N sends him a proud smile.

“Fine, one night, but tomorrow we’re leaving,” Lisa relents with a sigh. “I’m not gonna indulge this fucking father-daughter fantasy,” she huffs and then finally storms out of the house.

Y/N exhales a long sigh of relief. “Well, that went better than expected.”

“You think?” Dean checks insecurely. He doesn’t know what he would’ve done if Y/N hadn’t been here to support him. “You’re coming tonight, right?”

Surprised by the request, Y/N’s brow meets her hairline. “You want me to go to your daughter’s Winter Formal with you?”

“Yes, obviously,” Dean states matter-of-factly and blinks at her. “You can’t leave me alone with that woman.”

Y/N heaves another sigh as she looks at him. “Okay, fine,” she surrenders.

Sitting on the bleachers of a fully decorated gym, Y/N realizes she has kind of missed high school. At least, everything used to be much simpler back then. Your crush would ask you to go steady, you’d say yes or no, and then you’d be broken up shortly after prom.

Adulthood is complicated. People are complicated. And love is goddamn unfathomably complicated.

“It’s so weird seeing her with her first high school boyfriend,” Lisa notes with a small sigh next to her. “I still remember her drawing with crayons. Now, she’s running miles away, lying, and making out with a boy.”

“Yeah, teenage romance is a lot more intense,” Y/N says, chuckling softly.

“She won’t wear a dress to my wedding. Refused to. Screamed bloody murder,” Lisa says thoughtfully. “But after spending a few months with her estranged father, she suddenly puts one on.”

“People are complicated,” Y/N reiterates her earlier sentiment.

Claire is complicated. Dean is complicated. And Y/N? She might be the most complicated of all.

“My fiancé is not,” Lisa says, a delicate smile playing across her lips. It’s enough to show her happiness. “I always used to date these guys that would run so hot and then completely cold the next minute. I never knew where I stood. It was exhausting.”

“Yeah, I get it…”

Y/N’s eyes drift to Dean as he chats with one of the other dads by the buffet. She doesn’t know what the director wants from her. She doesn’t know what their relationship even is. One minute, it feels epic, like a love so legendary it should only exist on the silver screen. And the next minute, it feels trivial, like it should’ve never existed at all.

But Dean’s not the problem. Deep down, she knows what that creeping feeling in the pits of her stomach is. And she knows she’s not ready for it. Truth is, Y/N has no idea what she wants and feels lost. Because if she admits one thing, it’d mean the end of another. If she stays in LA for a guy, what would that mean for her career? She doesn’t want to end up like Jo. She’s finally about to have it all, only to realize both at the same time are a mere dream.

And worst of all, even if she did know what she wanted, she’s doesn’t know if she deserves it.

“So, what d’you do, son?” an older man next to Dean asks. He’s already balding and gray, as is the scruffy beard he’s sporting. His suit jacket with a name tag that reads “Chaperone” looks a little worn and sleazy, too. The director figured he’d be one of the oldest dads here, so this guy comes as a pleasant surprise.

“I’m a director of a women’s wrestling show,” Dean replies and takes a sip from the fruit punch. None of the kids have spiked it yet, which is quite the disappointment. What’s happening to today’s youth, huh? “And you?”

“Oh, nice.” The man nods with a smile and pulls out a business card from his suit jacket, handing it to Dean. “Bobby Singer. I own a small chain of strip clubs, although my wife Ellen would probably like me to tell you I’m a small business owner.”

“Got it.” Dean chuckles and glances at the card in his hands. “Bobby’s Body Shop. Oh, hey, I know this one! ‘Where the girls are hotter than the asphalt,’” he quotes the club’s tagline proudly, grinning. “I’m there all the time! Actually got one of your girls in my show.”

Bobby chuckles. “Well, next time you’re there, ask for me. I’ll get you a discount.”

“Thanks.” Dean smirks. And Cas claims you can only network on the fucking golf course. “Oh, hey, you should catch one of our shows. It’s our last one this week. It’s pretty badass. We’re over at the old gym in Watts.”

“Alright, I’ll see you there,” Bobby says with a smile.

Dean’s eyes then drift to Y/N on the bleachers. Last time he checked on her, she was still chatting with Lisa, but the brunette has since left. And as he glances at her now, Y/N has found herself encircled by a group of horny teenage boys, causing his brows to draw together and meet in the middle. They’re like fucking vultures.

“Shoo!” Dean barks sternly at the young men as he approaches the group and watches them scurry away with their tails tugged between their scrawny legs.

With an amused smile, Y/N arches an eyebrow at him. “Glad you’ve decided to join me. It was getting crowded. I’ve turned down about twenty offers to dance.”

“Look at you, you little heartbreaking cougar,” Dean retorts with a teasing smile. “You’re gonna turn me down, too?”

“I have a broken ankle. Did you forget that part? I can’t dance,” Y/N replies.

“Oh, c’mon, that never stopped you before. ‘Sides, I’ve got two working legs and can’t dance, either. So, what d’you say, huh?” Dean holds out his hands for her to grasp.

“Fine,” Y/N relents and grabs his hands, hopping to her feet. “Let’s do some awkward swaying.”

“That’s the spirit.” Dean laughs and rests his palms on her hips, helping her stand as she locks her arms around his neck.

“Is that what you had in mind?” Y/N asks teasingly as she looks up and meets his gaze.

“Kinda.” Dean dips his head and catches her lips, deepening the kiss with his tongue slipping inside her mouth.

“Dean,” she scolds him softly with blushed cheeks and a giggle that surely won’t keep him from doing shit. “There’s people here. Teenagers.”

“So? It’s nothing they wouldn’t do,” Dean remarks mischievously. “And no one’s here that we know. Claire’s caught us like a million times already, and Lisa doesn’t care. C’mon, we never get to do those things in public,” he appeals with a wiggle of his brows.

“Alright,” Y/N surrenders with a small sigh and a smile, tiptoeing up on one foot to press her soft lips back on his. She feels him breath into the kiss, cherishing every second of it. His hands wander from her hips to cup her cheeks, causing her to almost topple over as he forgets that he’s been steadying her. “Whoa, Dean!”

Her giggle interrupts the kiss as she tightens her grip around his neck before he moves his hands back to their place on her hips, offering her support again. She leans her head against his chest, and he rests his chin on her crown.

“Sorry, got carried away there for a moment,” he apologizes with a snicker, pecking the top of her head gently.

“Yeah, that happens with you sometimes,” she teases and buries her head deeper into his shirt. “Your heart’s beating really fast. Are you on something again?”

Dean wants to say it’s love, but that sounds too fucking cheesy.

“Nope, still clean,” he replies instead and doesn’t take offense in her question. “Just nerves, I guess. There’s something I wanna tell you,” he says and licks his lips, swallowing thickly.

Y/N looks up and finds his green eyes, her brow knitting in curiosity. But there’s a perceptive shimmer in her orbs, and Dean knows she can already anticipate what’s coming next. Judging by her shift in weight, he can tell she doesn’t want him to say it out loud.

“Shit, uhm…” She squeezes her eyes shut and fumbles for an excuse. Dean gives her a plethora of time to find a believable one. “I have to go. I promised the girls we’d work out a plot for the finale together tonight, celebrate our last week.”

Dean’s lips quiver but manage to find a smile. “You sure?”

Reluctantly, Y/N still nods and lets out a tense breath. “Yeah.”

It feels like dancing around a big, pink elephant between them. Both of them pretend it’s invisible, although it’s painfully not. It’s even roaring or hooting or whatever the fuck elephants do.

“Alright, I’ll drive you to the motel,” Dean capitulates with a resigned nod.

“No, uh, stay,” she tells him and clumsily hops back to the bleachers to grab her crutches. “I’ll get a cab. You should spend your night with Claire. Figure things out with Lisa.”

“Okay,” Dean caves once more but then grabs hold of her, pulling her to his lips. The kiss is fervent and heated and desperate. So fucking desperate. “One for the road,” he says with a painful smile as he draws back. He doesn’t want to admit that it might be the last one they have shared.

Y/N’s look tells him she feels the finality, too. It’s the epilogue of the best book he’s ever read. The end credits of his favorite movie. The final episode of a show he loved.

“I’m sorry,” she says quietly with a hesitant lip bite and a harrowing swallow.

“Don’t be. Have fun, okay? I’ll see you tomorrow,” Dean says and sends her one last weak smile before he watches her walk away with an aching heart.

24. Don't Dream It's Over

Honestly, even my cold, cold heart weeped at the end there. Poor Dean 😢💔 But as you can guess from next week's title, we're not done yet 😉

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storiesforallfandoms · 2 years ago

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Masterlist 3!

Here’s the third masterlist for all of my works! If you want to check out more of my work, here’s the links for masterlist one and masterlist two Imagines marked * are smutty imagines! Imagines marked ` are requests! Imagines marked ⭐ are personal favorites!

IMAGINES

STRANGER THINGS small ~ jim hopper` dance with me ~ eddie munson ⭐ starry night ~ steve harrington* (part five) ⭐ at the hip ~ steve harrington` ⭐ triple date ~ steve harrington (part six) ⭐ the freak ~ steve harrington (part seven) ⭐ oblivious ~ eddie munson ⭐ jason doesn’t know ~ eddie munson ⭐ this is music ~ eddie munson` ⭐

SUPERNATURAL strange human feelings ~ castiel` cleaning ~ dean winchester`

HANNIBAL into fiction` sob story ~ hannibal lecter

THE BOYS obsession ~ billy butcher* ⭐ herogasm ~ soldier boy* ⭐ alone on christmas ~ billy butcher can’t get too close ~ billy butcher ⭐ change in a heartbeat ~ billy butcher ⭐ the bad room ~ homelander ⭐

THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY life father ~ diego hargreeves` rescue mission ~ klaus hargreeves’ ⭐

THE LAST OF US (HBO) friendly neighbors ~ joel miller ⭐ too sweet ~ joel miller

BARRY attraction ~ barry berkman` treat him better ~ barry berkman

AMERICAN HORROR STORY late night sins ~ xavier plympton (1984)*`

VICTORIOUS lost dog ~ tori vega` junker ~ beck oliver

HEMLOCK GROVE i don’t ever wanna see you with him ~ roman godfrey ⭐

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES roses are red ~ damon salvatore` ⭐

OUR FLAG MEANS DEATH captive ~ blackbeard/ed teach ⭐

PEAKY BLINDERS moved on ~ thomas shelby

FUTURE MAN winner ~ josh futturman* ⭐

GAME OF THRONES littlest lion ~ oberyn martell (part one) ⭐ freedom ~ oberyn martell (part two) ⭐

THE WITCHER destiny ~ geralt of rivia

DOCTOR WHO looks of a princess ~ eleventh doctor ⭐

BRIDGERTON by the lake ~ benedict bridgerton

THE GENTLEMEN the assistant ~ raymond smith ⭐

PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN spirit of nature ~ jack sparrow`

THE MAZE RUNNER i’ll keep you safe ~ newt`

MARVEL how things are now ~ marc spector and steven grant` ⭐ kneel ~ loki* the most wonderful time ~ bucky barnes fast ~ pietro maximoff ⭐

1917 early morning ~ will schofield*`

THE UNBEARABLE WEIGHT OF MASSIVE TALENT happy birthday ~ javi gutierrez ⭐

FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDY’S i need someone older ~ william afton ⭐ the ice cream girl ~ mike schmidt

SALTBURN new toy ~ felix catton ⭐ partners ~ oliver quick ⭐

THE SANTA CLAUSE santa’s sister-in-law ~ bernard the elf

8 MILE one of the guys ~ jimmy smith jr ⭐

THE FALL GUY the space cowboy and the pa ~ tom ryder

A QUIET PLACE i’d find you in any life ~ eric ⭐

GLADIATOR II betrothed ~ emperor geta ⭐

PETE DAVIDSON your gift` favoritism`

HARRY STYLES the perfect tree a star in the making` sleepy head`

MACHINE GUN KELLY baby mama` ⭐ my queen*` getting your attention*` all the mistakes` not what it looks like` can’t keep doing this*`

EMINEM may the best artist win*` too close for comfort` ⭐ when it’s wrong but it feels right` in the dressing room*` he’s acting different` we have to stop meeting like this` every inch*` let’s surprise the world` i’m sorry i let you down`

GOODGUYFITZ wake up call*`

CORPSE HUSBAND letting go` they forgot` ⭐

ASHTON IRWIN home life` cover me*`

CONAN GRAY pushing`

MATTHEW LILLARD accidental drunk confessions`

JOHNNY KNOXVILLE feeling good*`

ALEX TURNER more than a song*` ⭐

BO BURNHAM can’t handle this right now ⭐ look at me*`

KRISTEN STEWART special customer`

TARON EGERTON he already has my approval ⭐

ROBERT PATTINSON my favorite superhero

GERARD WAY good girl*`

GWILYM LEE history repeats itself`

RYAN GOSLING play date`

JOSEPH QUINN bad idea, right? ⭐

RANBOO fluffy haired gamer boy`

JACOB ELORDI height advantage`

MOTLEY CRUE she is mine ~ mick mars`

CHRIS EVANS not used to normal` ⭐

SWAGGERSOULS our next step`

JSCHLATT too far ⭐ the hotel room* ⭐

JOHNNY DEPP just for us`

TRAVIS BARKER the parent trap`

SHIPS

family reunion ~ hermione granger x draco malfoy`

HEADCANONS

showing pedro pascal fan edits ⭐ sitting on jschlatt’s lap ⭐

NSFW ALPHABET

rook (jp capellette)*` eddie munson* ⭐ billy butcher* ⭐

#imagines #imagine #request #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom #masterlist #number three

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norgreeves · 1 year ago

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Party: Five Hargreeves x Reader

Notes:

Both Five and Y/N were adults who were aged down after time travel

Both Five and Y/N are at least 18

Y/N is female and uses she/her pronouns

Tags: angst, fluff

You're celebrating with the families, but something seems to be bothering Five.

You were dancing with Lila and he couldn’t look away.

Everyone was celebrating saving the world from another apocalypse, the Sparrows and Umbrellas had put aside their differences for the sake of a good old fashioned party. Five was relieved and ready to retire, with a bottle of whiskey in hand, but he kept his distance from the group. He was leaning on a table, watching the absolute mess of comradery unravel before him. Ben and Diego appeared to be dancing and fighting at the same time, throwing their masculinity in eachothers faces. Five rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to you, already feeling as though he’d missed out on something. A smile, perhaps a glance.

Lila took your arm and you span each other in turn, giggling and stumbling through the moves, the alcohol starting to have more say in your limbs than your muscles. You reached for the bottle of wine, Lila’s grasp loosening as she let you take a swig,

“Someone’s smitten,” Lila called over the music.

“What’s that?” You frowned.

She just mouthed, ‘Five’, at you and winked, before nodding her head to the side. You followed the direction she indicated and caught eyes with Five, who was swaying and staring. There had always been something between you two, but nothing was ever said aloud. And with the whole apocalypse situation it never felt like it was okay to test the waters. He noticed you noticing him, and, in his tipsy state, he was too slow to act natural or hide his embarrassment. You sighed and smiled at him, turning his sheepish stare into a returning smile. Your hand reached out, gesturing for him to join,

“Come dance!”

“Have fun, loser,” Lila called before dancing over to Diego. You watched her go and laughed, turning back to see Five stumbling over to you, almost knocking into Viktor and Klaus, who were swaying about wildly.

“Woah!” you giggled, putting a hand out to steady him, “drunk?”

“Noo!” He shook his head, sounding like a child, “I’m perfectly capable of anything. I could take a whole other boardroom on right now. Just watch me-”

“Okay! Okay, yes you’re very strong and brave,” you patted his back before taking his hand, “Now come dance with me,”

He started to dance, terribly, mind, but you didn’t care. You were more sober than him, sure, but only by comparison. He reached his arm up, inviting you to spin; you felt the world spin with you. Grinning and tugging him back close to your side before letting go. He held his tight smile, but you could see something was up.

“Why do you look so glum, Five? We won! You’re drunk! Who cares?!” You cried, before noticing his lack of reaction, “Right?”

“I guess so!” He replied, trying to convince himself. You slowed your dancing down and stared at him, frowning. “Alright, come on, then,” you grabbed his hand before walking away from the group, Five almost tripping over his own feet as you guided him.

“What’s this for?” Five asked, “where are we going?”

“Just outside, I can’t hear anything in there,” you said as you continued walking towards the door, Five’s hand still clasped around yours. You wondered if he had realised.

“Why?” He slurred slightly, recovering his balance.

“I wanna know what’s up.”

You stopped outside by the benches, turned to face Five, and looked him in the eye. His reactions took a second to catch up with you, and so when he came to a halt he was close to you, his eyes meeting yours.

“I thought you wanted to dance,” he pointed back to the party, swinging his body with his arm.

“It’s not fun if you’re gonna be all mopey,” you raised an eyebrow at him.

“I’m not mopey,”

“Five,” your voice was earnest and gentle as you tilted your head, “I’m serious.”

He looked at you, his hard stare softening away to dust as he took a deep breath. There was a moment of silence and you begged him to fill it.

"Okay," he hummed, "okay..I guess I just...always thought I’d die saving the world,” he hummed, perching on the bench and patting the empty space next to him. You sat down quietly, trying to offer him an encouraging glance, but he was staring at the ground, avoiding your gaze.

“And I was okay with that,” Five nodded slowly, taking a second to fish for sober thoughts, “I figured I’d do something stupid and die trying to fix it. And you’d be there, of course,” he stifled a chuckle, “and I’d say everything I never had the guts to say. And then I’d die, and I wouldn’t have to deal with the consequences.”

“That’s healthy,” you said, but your voice trailed off as you lost the confidence to poke fun. You two always made remarks at each other, trying to get the last sarcastic comment in. But in that moment he was so sincere, it just didn’t feel right. You cleared your throat and turned in your seat slightly to look at him, “What don’t you have the guts to say?”

Five shifted in his seat, daring to look up. His eyes were scanning you, his gaze soft and kind, “I think you already know, Y/N.”

“Then say it, Five.”

“I don’t think I can, I don’t think it’s fair,” his voice was wavering as he looked back down at the ground shyly.

Your stomach began to sink.

“Five Hargreeves," you took his hand and squeezed it, "nothing about this life is fair. Nothing about your job or the commission or these insane families or any other shit is fair. And that’s why you have to say it. Because if you don’t even have the guts to tell me you love me, what’s the point of it all?”

You’d barely got out your last word when his lips crashed onto yours, his hand snaking up your back and melting into your hair as you kissed back. You felt it in his touch, the anger and the love and the thin line he’d drawn to separate the two. His lips were chapped and his hands were cold and you could taste the apocalypse on his tongue.

You broke apart, his hand still cradling your head as he pressed his forehead to yours.

“I love you, Y/N. Okay? I love you.”

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Thank you for reading! <3

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#five hargreeves #five hargreaves x reader #five hargreaves x you #five hargreeves fluff #angst #fluff #fanfic #fanfiction #imagine #oneshot #tua #the umbrella academy #aidan gallagher

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llxferim · 2 months ago

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a/n: first post! i have a lot of ideas rn so i’ll prolly post ton of fics and then make a small masterlist! please excuse my english, its not my first language😭. (this is not proofread) (this fic is actual shit😃)

pairing: Klaus Hargreeves x reader

Summary: after a long day with Diego, you go back to the Hargreeves mansion, only to find Klaus passed out drunk. you help him get cleaned up, as always.

Genre: fluff/comfort (maybe angst?)

Warnings: Alcohol abuse, Klaus is drunk or high or both, idk, gender neutral reader, no y/n used, he/they Klaus.

Word Count: 1.2k

You and Diego had been out looking for the Two people who kidnapped Klaus and murdered Patch to no avail. you gave up and returned to the mansion since it was getting dark. Diego dropped you off at the house, but he said he would keep looking for a little while and drove off.

you were worried about Klaus, getting kidnapped and tortured isn’t easy to deal with, even for him. everyone thinks since he is so unserious all the time, these things don’t bother him, but you were the closest thing to him growing up, and he is as emotional as a little kid.

you didn’t even have a chance to talk to him when he escaped the kidnappers, since Diego dragged you away right when he got back.

you open the front door to the Hargreeves mansion. it was dark and quiet, as always. so you thought everybody else was out doing god knows what.

you take off your coat, leaving the warmth behind with it and started walking to the bathroom to wash up and finally get some rest.

you were just about to open the door when your foot hit something- no someone, you look down to check, and there he was, with his smudged eyeliner and wet hair. “Klaus!?”

you crouched to his eye level, getting the hair out of his face “heyy it’s my favorite personn!” he slurred, you could hear how drunk he was. “How long have you been here? are you okay? where are the-“ you start panicking before a hand comes up to your mouth, silencing you. “too loud” he whispers.

“you reek of alcohol, Klaus. how much did you drink?” you say getting their hand off your mouth but forgetting to let go. “about.. 4” he blurts out “Four what, Klaus?” “bottles..” he says.

“fucking hell… come on” you say as you pinch the bridge of your nose. you put their left arm over your shoulders for support and pull him to his feet. “where are we going?” he groaned, the last thing he wanted right now was to walk. “we..” you let out a breath, he definitely wasn't lightweight. “..are going to clean you up”

“call out when you’re done” you say as you close the bathroom door behind you and sit down in the same spot Klaus was sitting minutes ago.

taking care of him after they relapsed or got too drunk wasn’t new to you. the others eventually got tired of him coming back to the house barely alive every night, that they stopped caring.

you never did though, you always took care of him, no matter how many times he came back high. you supported him when he was trying to stay clean, and comforted him when he relapsed. it was tiring, yes, but you cared about him, a lot.

you remember the day Reggie brought you from your parents, you were just 10 years old and scared shitless, your parents had just sold you to a strange man.

when you first arrived at the Umbrella Academy, everyone ignored you, they all had jobs to do.

but Klaus, with his big stupid smile, came up to you, and put his arm over your shoulder. “wanna see my room?”. it wasn’t really a question since he immediately started dragging you upstairs, supposedly to their room.

when Reggie forced you to practice your powers every night instead of sleeping, Klaus was the one that helped you. he slipped a sleeping pill in Reggie’s Coffee, giving you time to escape with him. after that, where there was Klaus, so were you.

after you all grew up, you and Klaus still stayed in touch but not as much as you did when you were kids, but, Reginald’s death brought you all back together.

“can you walk?” you asked Klaus, who was now dressed and clean, but still a little wobbly. “i think so” he replied but almost fell after taking the very first step. “okay, no i can’t walk” he groaned as he leaned onto you for support. “yeah, thought so. you’re like a toddler taking his first steps.” you chuckled. then, you feel a little pinch on your shoulder “hey! what was that for?” you protest “my misery is not funny!” they teased, trying his best to look angry. “oh, shut up” you muttered and pushed them a little with your hip.

You helped Klaus to his room, the door creaking open as you both stepped inside. The room, dimly lit by a bedside lamp, was a mess of discarded clothes and scattered posters that were supposed to be hanging on the wall.

Klaus staggered slightly, but you guided him to his bed, where he collapsed with a groan of relief. “oh, my sweet bed, how i have missed you” You sat down next to him, the weight of the day settling on your shoulders.

“are the others here?” you asked, your worry not quite fading. “no idea” Klaus replied, his voice muffled. “you didn’t even check if they were here? they could have helped you, you know” you said, frustration seeping into your voice. You still couldn’t shake the worry that something terrible might have happened.

“i’m fine aren’t i? you got here on time.” he sat up to face you. “Well, what if I hadn’t?” you countered. “You’re not immortal, Klaus! What would I have done if something happened to you?” hiding your face with your hands out of frustration.

Klaus’s eyes softened, and he reached out, gently pulling your hands away. “Hey, hey, I’m fine, okay? I’m sorry, I should have at least called someone. But I swear, I’m fine.” they tried to calm you down, if anyone, he was the one that could.

You felt your eyes tearing up. “Shit—” you tried to laugh it off and wipe away the tears, when suddenly you felt a pair of lips against yours. The kiss was soft and tentative at first, as if Klaus was unsure whether it was the right thing to do. But the warmth of his touch and the sincerity behind it made your heart race.

You hesitated for a moment, caught off guard by the suddenness, but soon you melted into the kiss, your lips responding to his with equal tenderness. The world outside seemed to fall away, leaving only the two of you.

then you pulled away, Klaus looked at your puzzled face “i’m, uh i’m sorry-“

But you cut him off with a reassuring smile. “No—no, don’t apologize.” You chuckled softly, your eyes sparkling with affection. “As much as I want to enjoy this moment, Klaus, you’re still drunk.”

Before you could say more, he suddenly pulled you into a tight embrace, his arms wrapping around you with warmth. The faint smell of alcohol lingered, but you didn’t mind.

“You still reek of alcohol, you know,” you teased, a playful grin on your face.

“Shut up,” Klaus murmured, his voice muffled against your shoulder. “We’re having a moment here.”

#ao3 #klaus hargreeves #x reader #klaus hargreeves x reader #klaus hargreeves x you #no y/n #the umbrella academy #tua #fanfic #fanfiction #gender neutral reader #he/they

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beyondthesefourwalls · 11 months ago

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The Great Escape

Summary: All you wanted on your wedding day was some time alone with your new husband. Luckily for you, Javy was more than game to make an escape and has just the hiding place in mind.

Pairing: Javy Machado x Reader (no use of y/n)

Word Count: 1.4K

Warnings: Suave Javy and fluff for days.

Notes: Back on my Javy agenda. Written for @thedroneranger's pick your poison challenge, with one of the prettiest boards I’ve ever seen. I’m so excited to be able to post it on her birthday of all days!

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You couldn’t contain your giggles as you slipped out of the ballroom, the sound of laughter, clinking glasses, and early 2000’s hip hop quieting as the ornate doors closed. All of your loved ones remained behind it, celebrating and more than halfway drunk from the open bar. But you and Javy craved a moment alone, and you were determined to get it, even if it meant sneaking out in the middle of an orchestrated dance battle Jake had agreed to start on your behalf.

One hand held the skirt of your dress up as the other was held firmly in his as you hurried down the long hallway, the sound of your heels clicking against the pristine granite floors mixing with both of your laughter.

“Hurry, hurry, hurry,” you urged, picking up your pace. Your mother hadn’t been far away from you all night, and you knew without a doubt she would notice you missing immediately and go looking for you. Like you thought it into existence, the door to the hotel ballroom opened just as you rounded the corner, Javy skidding in his shiny black shoes as he tried to keep pace with you without losing his grip on either your hand or the chilled bottle of Prosecco he had swiped from the bartender on your way out. You picked up into something closer to a sprint as she started calling your name.

You made a split-second decision and veered off into a stairwell, the heavy metal door hitting against the walls and echoing in the space. Javy’s body pushed yours into the cold, tiled wall, shushing you quietly even as he struggled to contain himself. You tried to stifle your echoing giggles, hoping to remain hidden. You both held your breath at the sound of clicking heels right outside the door, but once they passed by and didn’t return, you burst into more laughter.

“Wanna hang out here for a minute?” you asked, leaning against the wall as you caught your breath. Javy looked at you with a warm glint in his dark eyes, his lips curved into a smile just for you. The dim light filtering through the narrow windows cast gentle shadows on his face, and you could see when the look turned mischievous.

“I have a better idea. Come on, Mrs. Machado. Hike up that skirt, we’re going up.”

You squealed when he slapped your butt playfully, but the name sent a thrill through you that you didn’t even try and hide. You followed him up the stairs, your dress once again bunched in your hands. By the time you made it to the top, there were tears in your eyes from how hard the two of you laughed as you tripped over the material more than once.

“Why did I wear a ballgown?” you panted as Javy pushed open the door to the roof. He snorted, and the two of you spoke at the exact same time when you said:

“Your mother.”

“My mother.”

You laughed again as you stepped out onto the rooftop terrace, the cool night air hitting your flushed cheeks and providing a welcome respite from the chaos of the wedding reception. The San Diego city skyline twinkled around you as you took a deep breath of fresh air, taking it all in. The night breeze tousled your hair as you stood there, reveling in the stolen moment of solitude and embracing the peace that came along with it. It was the first time you had been alone with Javy since you slipped the new piece of hardware on his finger and said I do just a few short hours ago.

He wrapped his arms around you from behind, the cool bottle of the prosecco still clutched in his right hand chilling you when it bumped against your arm. "Mrs. Machado," Javy whispered against your ear, his voice filled with tenderness. He peppered gentle kisses along your neck, sending shivers down your spine. You tilted your head to the side, savoring the sensation as he continued to shower you with his affection.

“I love the sound of that,” you admitted freely.

Javy hummed in response, turning you in his arms so that you were facing him. He looked down at you with that same devastatingly handsome smile you fell in love with the moment you met him. He brushed a kiss across your painted lips, soft and sweet and not nearly enough for what you wanted. “Me too.” He leant his forehead against yours for just a moment, savoring the feeling. When he pulled away, he smirked at you and held up the bottle in his hand.

“Feel like popping this with me?”

“God yes,” you nearly moaned.

His eyes were fixed on yours as he carefully twisted the wire cage off of the bottle. The anticipation in the air was palpable as he held it at an angle, and with a swift motion, he twisted the cork and a loud pop echoed through the night air. Neither of you had taken into account all the running you had done to get to your rooftop destination so when the bubbles frothed over the rim, cascading down onto your hands and his, you both laughed in surprised delight, jumping away from the overflow.

“Smooth,” you joked, “you’re a regular casanova.”

Your husband winked dramatically, shaking off some of the excess liquid from his hand. “You know it, baby. To us,” he toasted, taking a swig before handing you the sticky bottle.

“To us.”

The taste of prosecco danced on your tongue as you took a sip, savoring both the sweetness and the moment you were having it in. You passed the bottle back and forth as you leant against the railing of the rooftop. Javy pulled you closer, his arm draped around you, pressing your body to his.

"I can't believe we did it," he said, his voice filled with awe. "We're married now."

You smiled up at him, feeling your heart swell. You couldn’t quite believe it either. "I know. It still feels surreal."

He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, sighing. "I couldn't be happier, Mrs. Machado."

"Me either, Mr. Machado,"

His eyes sparkled with a mix of love and adoration as he leaned in, his lips ghosting over yours in a teasing caress. The taste of bubbles lingered on his breath, intoxicating you even more than what was in the bottle. You melted into his embrace, wrapping an arm around his neck and deepening the kiss. Javy’s hands wandered down your back, his touch igniting a fire within you. You gasped against his lips as his fingers traced the delicate curve of your spine, sending electric currents through your body. The taste of the wine mingled with the heat of your kiss, creating a heady blend that you wanted to bottle up and keep forever.

Time seemed to stand still for a moment, the world around you fading away into a blur of lights and distant laughter. It was just the two of you, the way both of you preferred.

When your lips finally parted, Javy's eyes locked with yours, full of an intensity that took your breath away. His voice was husky as he whispered against your mouth, “What are the chances we can go down and say our goodbyes and ditch the rest of the party?”

Your heart raced at the suggestion, unable to resist the allure of being alone with him. But you huffed out a laugh, absolutely knowing better. “You’ve met your new mother-in-law, right? We probably have ten more minutes max up here before she threatens to call the police and send out a search party.”

He groaned, cursing under his breath, though you knew it was playful. “Well, you know what that means then.”

You arched a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, scratching lightly at the back of his neck as you waited for him to elaborate.

A mischievous smile played on Javy’s lips and he pulled you impossibly closer with a hand on your back while the other covered the one holding the bottle of prosecco, raising it. He took a sip before speaking, the look in his eye wicked in the best of ways. “We have ten minutes to finish this bottle, and I have ten minutes to kiss your lipstick off so that everyone knows exactly what we’ve been up to.”

You giggled happily just as he kissed you, and you thought the taste of the sparkling wine would never taste as good from a bottle as it did from his lips.

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Notes: Happy Birthday, Jay! I hope I did Coyote Casanova justice for you💚

Thanks to @roosterforme and @mak-32 as per usual!

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tokillamockingbird427 · 8 months ago

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Hangover type au where the Ghosts for some reason have a very wild day they don't quite remember and then have to deal with the consequences later.

Keegan "Oh god... what did we do yesterday..?" Merrick "We got really drunk is what we did." Keegan "I know that- *sees him* OH FUCK- I mean, uh, hi Merrick!" Merrick "What? Something wrong with my face?" Keegan "Uh, uhm, no. Nothing wrong with your face. Specifically. But uhm. Maybe uh... look down..?" Merrick "...Why the fuck is Riley tattooed on my chest." Keegan "I mean... It looks quality, so uh... not the worst tat..?"

Hesh "Guys! Guys! Guys I can't find Logan!" Kick "Hey, calm down man, he's a big boy." Hesh "Oh god, I'm gonna throw up. I can't find him. We got up to so much stupid shit yesterday! What if something happened to him?!" Keegan "Hesh... have you maybe taken a second... to look up?" Hesh *stops, looks up* "... How the FUCK is he up there?!" Logan, sighing "This ceiling fan is installed very well."

Hesh "We can't even drive. I can't find my car keys. Logan was on the ceiling fan for fucks sake, who knows where we put them!" Neptune "Hm. Well given I can see them all on the front passenger seat, I'd say we did the responsible thing of making sure we couldn't drive last night." Hesh "... The registration's in there too. We can't even call a locksmith to get them out." Keegan "Get me a wire hanger and I can jimmy us in." *they all slowly turn to look at him* Keegan "What? It's not the most criminal thing I'm capable of doing and you all know it."

Keegan "Hey, Logan, uh. I didn't wanna ask this in front of everyone, but for some reason, I woke up and I had Elias's ring on..? I know he left them with you, so I figured I should give this back." Logan "Thank you. But Keegan... have you thought about why you might have been wearing it?" Keegan, with dawning horror "What do you know?" Logan "...I wasn't shirtless when I woke up." Keegan "No." Logan "It was a commemorative T shirt." Keegan "No." Logan "I will say, it looked like you were a good kisser. I don't remember it, but I looked like I enjoyed it." Keegan "Hesh is gonna skin me. And then Elias is going to beat me once I'm dead." Logan "To be fair I think dad would be laughing his ass off right about now."

Hesh "Hey, who's that guy driving towards us?" They all pause and stare Merrick "Is that..?" Keegan, immediately tossing Logan over his shoulder "FUCKING SCATTER DIPSHITS, THE ONLY THING HE'D LIKE TO HIT IS US! NOT THE BRAKES!" Hesh "IS THAT RORKE?!" Neptune "How'd he find us?!" Logan "I might remember sending him a heated text inviting him to try and fight us again! With our location." All of them, scolding "LOGAN!" Logan "What!? We got so close the last time!"

Hesh "Hey Logan, do you know anyone named Diego?" Logan "...I might... Why do you ask?" Hesh "Well, there's a blimp that says "Logan; I miss you, leave that stupid punk bitch, I'm hotter and richer." and it's signed "Diego Almagro 2." which is... A weirdly familiar name." Logan "Oh god no." Hesh "Who's this "Punk bitch" though? Do I know them?" Logan "Uh, well. You see- POCKET SAND!" Hesh "FUCK MY EYES! LOGAN WHAT THE HELL?!"

#call of duty #call of duty ghosts #keegan p russ #logan walker #walruss #hesh walker #thomas a merrick #gabriel rorke #kick (cod:g)#neptune (cod:g)

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givethemsmut · 7 months ago

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Dom Mysterio x Reader

Chapter Five | Where it all started…

[ flashback ]

We were both drunk, stumbling into the condo before dropping our stuff on the kitchen island. “Don’t let me drink like that again,” I said to Dom.

“And what? No thank you for saving you from Randy Orton?”

“He wasn’t interested, Dom. Stop being jealous.” Taking off my heels I twisted around pointing to the zip on my dress for Dom to help.

“The amount of times he touched your ass? He was gonna throw you over his shoulder any second.” Dom slapped my ass making me jump.

Shimmying out of the dress I couldn’t wait to take my bra off but the amount of alcohol I had running through my system felt like a weight of frustration. “An innocent ass grab.”

Dom invaded my space, face so close to mine and his fists balled up. “You’re fucking him? No one comes around here. I don’t hear you. Who’s taking the edge off?”

It took me by surprise entirely. Dom was never angry and seeing him ready to kill if I didn’t give him an answer only made my pussy come alive.

“Hear me? Hear me, what?”

“You know what.”

“I don’t think I do, Dominik.”

“I don’t hear you touching yourself. I don’t even hear a fucking vibrator.” I felt his hand between us skate across my skin as he squeezed himself through his dress pants.

“Because you don’t hear me masterbating, I must be fucking Orton?” I stood so close to him it felt dangerous. I knew if he kissed me I would fold, I would fuck him after we both said never again.

“You know what I mean, don’t play stupid.”

“Who’s taking the edge off for you, Dom? I could ask the same questions.” I folded my arms standing there in my underwear and bra so close to Dom it hurt.

“You wanna know who gets me off? My fucking hand. Every fucking night I’m jacking off thinking about how tight your pussy is and if I’ll ever fuck you again. Start talking, mi amore. I’ll gonna fucking destroy them.” His forehead found mine, spitting his words in my face.

My panties were soaked when I unfolded my arms and brought Dom’s hand between my legs. Gasping at his touch I wrapped my arms around his neck, whispering to him. “I have a vibrator, Dom. It’s really quiet and small. Pictures of you normally helps, happy?”

“You fuck some toy when I’m right here?” His fingers sunk into the material of my panties before finding the seam and sneaking inside.

“We can’t, Dom. We shouldn’t.” Shaking my head at the touch of his fingers against my sensitive clit.

“There it is, hermosa. Let me lick you, just a little taste. That’s not any different than your vibrator. Let me suck your clit a little.”

My hands gripped his biceps trying not to collapse. “Then what? What do you want?”

“You don’t have to do anything, mi amore.” His fingers slipped inside me and I gasped.

“If you lick, I want to suck your cock.”

Pushing him down to the couch I undid my bra before getting down on my knees. “It’s the only time I’m gonna let you get on your knees for me.” Sitting back he smiled waiting for my hands to reach into his dress pants. Once I undid them I left them hanging open, almost nervous to do the one thing I hadn’t ever done.

“I’ve only done this once,” I shamefully whispered.

“I’ll walk you through it, hermosa. Just take it out, you don’t have to be gentle.”

Listening I reached in to find his semi hard member and let it bounce out of his boxer briefs.

“Put your mouth around my cock baby,” he sucked in air as his eyes never left me. Leaning forward I closed my mouth around him, driving my tight lips down him and letting my tongue flirt with his tip. “Fuck, that’s it.”

I did it over and over, letting my mouth bob against every inch of him.

Closing the phone I felt my cheeks flare up seeing everything like a fly on the wall. Dom really put up cameras because he thought it was his last chance at remembering. That broke my heart a little.

Spending the holidays at home was a success. Our condo we rented out for the remainder of the lease and talked about buying a home in San Diego where we were from. We both knew living with his parents forever wasn’t plausible.

After checking out another house we grabbed food on the way back home when my father was outside, getting mail or checking the trash bins. I quickly ignored it but Dom couldn’t. Pulling up along the curb he got out of the car shouting my last name at him.

He didn’t even know his name and he was ready to give him matching bruises.

Mine had nearly healed but that didn’t matter to Dom.

“You fucking piece of shit. You like hitting women? You like abusing your own daughter?” He fisted his shirt, yanking him closer and I shuddered to think of the ramifications.

“Dom. Let it go.” I shouted but there was no way to stop him.

My dad laughed, “defending her honor now are we? You’ll learn there’s nothing worth fighting for with that one.”

Dom’s elbow cocked up and his fist plowed into his face with ease. My dad fell to the ground and Dom spit in his face. Squatting down next to him he whispered, “Touch her again and I’ll break every fucking bone in your body.”

Taking hand he walked back to the car like nothing had happened. My heart raced and my chest was caving in at a rapid speed. “What did he do to you? I need to know.”

Driving past his parents place he just kept driving.

“A lot of fists. Sometimes worse.” I said it while looking out the window exclusively.

“What’s the worst?” He wasn’t going to let it go.

“Cigar burns. Telling his golf buddies they could have my virginity. Calling me slut until I hurt myself. Your dad saved me that night when he told you to invite me over for dinner. He saw all the burns and left over bruises - he knew.”

“He never touched you?” Dom wasn’t even back to earth. Whatever twisted thoughts were running inside his head kept him hostage.

“Not like that. He would pull my dresses and skirts up for his friends. Pull my shirts down to show them I was growing boobs. He wanted one of them to take me, unburden him.”

Dom was quiet and still until he wasn’t. His palm hit the steering wheel over and over as he shouted.

“It stopped when your dad told him I wasn’t coming home. He told him to get off his property or he would have him arrested for abuse. I’m okay now, Dom. I’ve been okay for years.” I tried to plead with him without touching him.

“I should have protected you. Me. Not my dad. Me. I didn’t even know.” My hand on his leg I didn’t know what to say other than when we were kids it wasn’t our fight so I did.

“Dom. You’ll protect me now. We were kids. We were more worried about breaking the rules and flirting with each other.”

#wwe #fanfiction #fanfic #dom mysterio x reader #dominik mysterio fanfic #dom mysterio #dominik mysterio

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makethatelevenrings · 2 years ago

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Angel by the Wing - TWO

Wow, holy shit, a lot of y’all really liked part one!!! Thank you so much friends. Here’s to plenty more chapters :)

Chapter Warnings: smut (18+ ONLY), all smut is consensual and enthusiastic

Series Masterlist

You had been living in San Diego for two months when you had stumbled into Sarah Kazansky by chance. Literally, stumbled into her. You had been perusing the shelves of the grocery store on the hunt for lentils when a cart crashed into your hip. She was so horrified about not paying attention and clipping you that she practically demanded that she buy your groceries. You, of course, refused, but you did take her up on her offer for some Starbucks.

Sarah was lovely, humorous, and kind. She pried your closely guarded story out of your mouth and took you under her wing. You met her family and also encouraged you to quit your shitty waitressing job and apply at a local bar, citing that she knew the owner.

Eight months ago, your sorry ass stumbled into the Hard Deck with your resume clenched tightly in one hand and your pride in the other. Penny Benjamin took one look at your pathetic, sad eyes and hired you on the spot. Penny and Amelia practically adopted you right then and there, no matter how hard you tried to push them away. The Benjamins wouldn’t take no for an answer, even bringing you along to holiday celebrations with the rest of their family.

Which landed you here, the manager of Top Gun recruit’s favorite bar. Penny was an amazing boss and the bell kept most unruly customers at bay. It helped that there were built in bouncers in the form of the naval aviators swarming the bar every night.

Aviators like Jacob “Hangman” Seresin who was currently railing you.

Your fingers curled tightly around your pillow as his thick cock slid into your sopping hole. You arched your back, aiding his thrusting to reach a deeper part of your cunt. He gasped out a stuttered laugh as his dick sunk further into your clenching pussy and you grinned.

“Fuck, darlin’, I sure missed you.”

His teeth enclosed around the meat of your shoulder and he sucked a dark hickey onto your skin as he drilled into you. You bit out a gasping moan as he grabbed your chin and forced your head up.

“Lemme hear you, darlin’. Wanna see that pretty little face when you come around my cock.”

“Jake,” you whined. His other hand came down to run along your swollen clit and you bucked your hips back, but he draped his chest over your back and forced you back down onto the covers.

Jake was always a pushy lover. He made sure you came, of course, but he wasn’t afraid to mark you up. Your mind filtered back to that hotel room in Virginia for just a second. How he grasped your thigh so gently and kissed you through the stretch of his penetration. The way you breathed his callsign into his kiss…

You cunt tightened around Jake’s cock and he grunted before pulling out and bullying his way back in. God, you loved the feeling of him filling you up. He always made sure to bottom out, stretching you full and making sure your body responded to his touch. He loved watching you come apart on his cock, drunk with the taste of his cum on your tongue and his spit.

Your eyes rolled back as he rubbed firm circles over your clit and your pussy spasmed around his dick, milking his orgasm from him that spilled into the condom. Jake’s hips stuttered as his thrusts slowed and then stilled. Silence enveloped the small room, the only noise being the harsh breathing shared between you two.

“Well, damn,” you finally sighed. “I should tell you about how good other guys treat me more often.”

Jake let out a low growl and laid a gentle bite on your ass. “You do that, darlin’. Just as long as you remember that no one can make you feel as good as I do.”

He slowly slid out of you, leaving you sore and empty. You let your body fall down on the mattress below you and sighed in relief as your muscles finally got a break. Jake’s calloused hand ran up your spine and rested on the back of your neck, right over the hickey Bradley had left just three days prior.

When you got back to San Diego, Jake still hadn’t returned from training new pilots. But when you came knocking on his door tonight after getting a text from him that he was back, he had seen the bruises littering your neck and drove you straight to his place where he fucked every thought out of your head.

Twice. Once last night and once this morning.

“I need a shower,” you grunted. You could feel the curve of his smile against your shoulder and you rolled your eyes. “No, you cannot and will not be joining me. You horny idiot.”

“Can’t blame a guy for trying, sugar. You’re just so sweet.”

“And you’re so incredibly cheesy.”

He laid on his side and watched you as you rolled off his bed. Grinning, you bent down and stole a kiss from him. Jake’s hand came up to cup the back of your head and he tugged your lip between his teeth. You pressed a hand against his chest to shove him back down on the pillows, disconnecting his lips from yours.

“Wanna do me a favor, flyboy?” you hummed as you traced circles on his pecs.

“Anything you need, darlin’.”

“Make some of those famous waffles of yours.”

His green eyes studied your face for a moment, some unspoken emotion flickering across his sparkling gaze for a second before returning back to his charming self. “Of course. I need that shower after you so don’t go wasting all the hot water.”

“Yeah, yeah. What time do you have to be on base?”

“Later than usual. Got a meeting at eleven.”

You threw a wink over your shoulder and sauntered off to his bathroom, taking full advantage of the large shower and jets that sent warm water coursing over your skin. You could hear Jake moving around the kitchen and you grinned. That boy truly made the best damn waffles in the world and he refused to tell you his secret recipe.

Instead of wearing your clothes from the night before, you opted to pull on some underwear from your overnight bag and one of his old USNA shirts. Jake was frowning down at the waffle maker, the crease between his brows making him look like a petulant child being put in timeout.

“Did you put chocolate chips in mine?” you asked as you climbed onto one of the barstools on the other side of the island. He let out an indignant snort at your question and nudged a plate of waffles at you. Butter was already melting across the top of the stack and you eagerly grabbed the bottle of some of the finest store bought, sugar ladened maple syrup that money could buy.

“I would never hear the end of it if I forgot,” he teased. You smirked and lifted a forkful up to your mouth. A sinful moan escaped you at the first taste of those buttery waffles on your tongue. If you were being honest, you didn’t keep coming to Jake for the sex. It was his cooking, for sure.

“Are you coming by the bar after work?” You hopped down from the bar stool and made a beeline for his Keurig. Popping in his favorite coffee pod and starting up the machine, you turned around and leaned back against the counter. Before you was one of your favorite sights. Jake shirtless, his back flexing as he pulled another waffle off of the iron and poured batter on for a new one. It made a tendril of want shoot up through your core, but you tamped it down. You didn’t have time for a second shower today.

“Of course I am, sweets. Javy and I will both be there.”

“Oh, he’s back in town?”

Jake glanced over his shoulder and nearly stuttered to a stop at the sight of you leaning against his counter with his shirt draped across your chest and the soft skin of your legs on full display. The two of you had been playing this game for half a year now.

That month away from you had been spent with his hand wrapped around his cock in the small dorms provided on base for visiting officers and fuck, he missed you. Not that he would ever admit it out loud. You cocked your head to the side, your brow furrowing.

“What? Do I have something on my face?”

He grinned. “Nah. Coffee ready yet?”

“Sir, yes, sir.”

His grip tightened minutely on the spatula in his hand as his sweats tightened around his groin. Fucking hell, that was a new one.

Eight months ago, Jacob Seresin laid eyes on you behind the counter at the Hard Deck, and he knew that he was a fucking goner. Your first night behind the counter, a smirking blond swaggered up to the counter and tried to sweet talk you. Key word, tried.

“Hiya, doll. Name’s Hangman. Figured I’d tell you now so you can be prepared to scream it later.” Without even looking up from the draft you were pulling, you had shot him down by simply reaching behind yourself and ringing the bell. You shot him a pleased smile and waved goodbye, leaving him to return to Javier with his proverbial tail tucked between his legs.

After that, he knew he wanted you. He wore you down over the next few months until you tumbled into his bed.

It was just a transaction between two friends who needed to get their rocks off. He was hot and willing and you were horny and interested. Sue you, you liked sex. There’s no ulterior reason as to why you like sex. There wasn’t some deep psychological reasoning. You just did. You liked to feel pleased and you liked to give pleasure. If someone has a problem with that, it says a lot more about their sex life than yours.

Jake was fully aware that you slept with other people, just like you knew he slept with others when you weren’t available. The two of you were fine with that, because this wasn’t a relationship. Just two friends. Two friends who kept gravitating together, despite him being a raging asshole and you being closed off to the world. Just two messy people finding their way between the sheets.

“What’s on your mind, flyboy?” Your voice broke him out of his thoughts and he shrugged.

“Work.” The lie came easy enough. You narrowed your eyes at his short response. The machine beeped and you brought him his coffee before starting on your own.

“What about work?”

Jake turned around so he could grab the sugar off of one of the higher shelves for you. When he set it down on the counter, he also placed a kiss on the top of your head.

“That’s classified, sugar.”

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sunjaesol · 2 years ago

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Love is Blind x Juke

For the past two days @thedeathdeelers and I have spiralled into a Love Is Blind x Juke fanfic in the dm's and this is what came out of it. So, a co-written Imène and Ophelia special for Juke Jeudi. Ta-da!

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“Hi,” a voice called out from the other side of the Pod. This was it. The start of this mess.

Luke perked up. "Uh, hey, I'm Luke."

"I'm Julie." A pause. Then a laugh. "This is really weird, huh?"

Luke laughed as well, the tension of the last twenty-four hours slipping away. One second he was drunk in his apartment with his buddies on the Netflix website, the second he was on a flight to San Diego for a freaking reality dating show. Or rather: a marriage show. Insane. But whatever. It wasn't like he was actually going to find someone. He was just gonna lay low, write some songs, and then dip after ten days.

"So, Julie, what made you sign up for this thing?" he asked, draping himself across the couch. A cup of rum and coke dangled in his hand.

"Um… I guess I wanted to do something I'd never do. I'm always waiting for love, you know, instead of… just going for it. So here I am. What about you?" Her voice was pretty, slightly raspy, yet melodic, and he felt himself listening to her intently.

"I'm here to write songs," he replied, blunt.

She laughed. "What?"

"Yep."

"You're here… for songs?"

"Don't take this the wrong way," he said, "but this is like a retreat for me."

"Well, that's excellent, actually," she replied, smooth. "Because I happen to be a songwriter."

***

Julie went into her second date after an hour long conversation about music and their favourite bands with Luke. She felt giddy, but knew a first impression didn’t mean anything in an experiment like this. Sitting down, she called out: "Hello?"

"Hi, I'm Nick," a male voice said.

Julie smiled. "I'm Julie."

"Julie," he repeated, and she heard the scribbling of paper. "So, tell me about yourself, Julie."

"Um… what do you wanna know?"

"Where are you from?" he asked.

Easy enough. "I’m from Los Feliz."

"No way!" He laughed. "Me too!"

Her brows raised. "Really? Where did you go to school?"

"LF Public High."

"Ah," she sighed, "I went to the arts school. It would be crazy if we've met each other before."

"Or maybe it's fate," he teased.

An amused smile twitched on her lips. Guys that flirted with the word ‘fate’ to wrap a girl around their finger; she’s met those before. "Yeah, who knows."

***

After three full days of jamming and creating music with Luke, somehow able to connect on such an intense level with a shimmery wall between them, they found themselves in amiable silence. It wasn’t awkward, somehow. The song they worked on had been rather emotional, about family and history and regret. It brought back memories she hadn’t dared to discuss in the Pods. But now…

“Not to like, um,” she licked her lips, “dump all my trauma, but—”

“It’s okay,” he whispered.

“My mom, uh, died… two years ago.” Julie took a steadying breath, though let the tears roll as they came. He didn’t see her. She could cry. “She’d been sick for a while—terminal cancer—so we were prepared, but… nothing actually prepares you for it.” She heard him hum, encouraging her to continue. “And that’s why I applied for the show. The day she died, I felt like I died with her. I’ve just been on auto-pilot. So, ‘Love Is Blind’ was honestly this, like, desperate attempt to feel again, but I didn’t think I’d actually marry someone. I just wanted to break free of this dead feeling… if that makes sense.”

After a beat of silence, Luke said, “It does. Trust me, it does. I’m sorry, Jules, for your loss. That’s the worst thing that could ever happen, I–” A curt laugh left him. “I wish I could hug you right now, fuck.”

“It’s okay,” she sniffled.

“You’re probably the strongest person I know, not gonna lie,” he continued. “Trying to keep living after that… you should be so proud, Jules.”

Julie’s lip wobbled as she sank to the carpeted ground and shuffled to the shimmery wall, pressing one hand against it. She hadn’t had a sip of alcohol today—even though the producers wanted her to—so she knew all she felt was pure.

“I am proud,” she agreed. “Only a crazy alive person locks themselves in a Pod for seventeen hours a day.”

A laugh barked out of him. Jumping off the couch, he sat cross-legged in front of the shimmery wall. His heart hammered a nervous beat. “I, uh, relate, to be honest, to, like, mom stuff.”

“Oh?”

“My mom hasn’t died, fortunately, but… when I was seventeen, we got in a really big fight. Like, we said some nasty stuff to each other. I ran away. I didn’t speak to them for six years.” He shook his head. “And I know it’s not the same. Trust me, I know. I left by choice. But it felt like the death of my bond with them. I felt like I was dead to my parents. They never tried looking for me. Maybe because they knew where I was, but… they never tried reaching out. Until I did it at twenty-three.”

Julie sighed, “I’m so sorry, Luke.”

“It caused me to produce some fire songs, but… I don’t know if it was worth it.” He chuckled, tears rolling down his cheeks in surprise. “I don’t think I ever told someone that before.”

Julie smiled. “I’ll keep it a secret. Thank you for sharing that with me, Luke.”

“No problem,” he tried to sound nonchalant, but to him, it came off infinitely grateful.

“How’s your relationship with them now?” she asked.

“It’s… it’s alright. It’s not perfect in the slightest, but, you know, I come around for dinner or lunch at least once a month, I keep them in the loop, they keep me in the loop, they’ve attended one of my concerts…” He trailed off. “We’ve come a long way.”

“That’s great to hear,” she smiled. “Family is so important to me, so I would’ve felt so bad if I wouldn’t be able to—” She paused, warmth spreading in her body and face.

Luke frowned. “What?”

“If, um, if I wouldn’t be able to, um, meet them,” she uttered awkwardly. They had come to the silent agreement that they wouldn’t marry and simply be each other’s confidante for the ten days in the Pods. Julie has never felt like this before though. She felt… she was in love. Which was crazy, but how else could she explain the feeling in her gut?

A smile grew on Luke’s face. “You wanna meet them?”

“Don’t goad me like that!”

Luke laughed. “I’m not! I’m not! It’s… it’s cute, Julie, that you wanna meet them. Y’know, I wanna meet your dad, too. He sounds cool.”

Julie smiled. Her heart felt like bursting. “He is.”

***

The next day, Julie stood in the kitchen of the women’s quarters stirring a carrot and bell pepper soup on the stove. Luke’s favourite. If they ever were to meet in real life, she’d introduce him to other, way better, soups, but this would do for now.

Suddenly, Carrie—another contestant—appeared beside her. “You’re talking with Luke, right?” Carrie asked.

Julie looked up. “Yeah, why?”

“Well,” she shrugged, haughty, “he's my number one, so.”

Julie frowned. Luke’s her number one? Since when? She had never heard Carrie speak about him. Did something happen in the Pods that she wasn’t aware of? “I thought Nick was your number one.”

The woman rolled her eyes. “Nick is so passive. I like Luke a lot more. I mean, musicians are hot, right?”

Carrie was baiting her, Julie realised, replying with a weak: “I… I guess…”

“Yeah,” Carrie affirmed, “so he’s my number one. I heard he’s yours, too.” The blonde tried to pull off an air of nonchalance as she inspected her perfectly manicured nails, but Julie didn’t bother with an answer and chose to add a pinch more paprika to the soup instead. She smiled; yeah, he’d like that.

Aggrieved Julie didn’t respond, Carrie continued: “So, why are you making soup?”

Julie threw a disbelieving look at Carrie. “It’s for Luke. For his birthday?”

Carrie, who had already lost interest in the conversation, suddenly whipped her head back towards Julie, hair flicking with the motion. “It’s his birthday? When? Since when?”

Julie rolled her eyes at the girl, and shook her head. Deciding to make a dig, she said: “I thought he was your number 1?”

Carrie frowned and pointed at the pot. “Can I give him some, too?”

"No,” Julie puffed, in disbelief that the woman even dared to ask her that. “That's honestly weird for you to ask, Carrie. It’s disingenuous."

"Okay, whatever," she grumbled and skulked away to talk to Kayla.

***

"So... I talked to Carrie..." Julie brought up after Luke had accepted and had taken a swig of her homemade soup. It had to be their sixth date at this point, but it has felt like forever.

The man looked up from his guitar in confusion, wracking his brain for the last time he spoke to Carrie. "Okay?"

"She said you're her number one."

His frown deepened. "What? Really? We've spoken maybe twice."

"Oh." A relieved laugh left Julie. "Oh, wow. Then she's super jealous, or something." Her cheeks felt warm. "I was a little worried for a second, to be honest."

Luke grinned. "Yeah?"

"Mh-hm..."

"Y'know, I was worried about Nick," he confessed.

That surprised her. "Really? Why?"

"‘Cause I know you did have a connection with him."

"Yeah," she admitted, "but not in the way that we connect. Nick's like... a friend. That's all."

"Then you should tell him that," Luke said, amused. "'Cause he thinks you guys are fated."

Julie rolled her eyes. "Oh, jeez."

***

It was his favourite time of the day—sprawled across the sofa, snacks littering the floor—as he scratched out a chorus to Sunset Curve’s new song.

But that’s not why it was his favourite.

It was his favourite because he could just about hear Julie scribbling in her own journal right across that damn shimmery wall separating them, almost picturing frown lines between her brows. Which was weird, ‘cause he had never actually seen her.

It was weird, right?

But that didn’t stop him. Luke felt a silly grin taking over his features as he hummed along what he imagined would be the pre-chorus, leg swinging over the armrest—

And then he froze, stopping all movement.

Because he could be hallucinating, but he swore he just heard singing coming from the other room. The one that contained Julie. The human wrecking ball that had already captivated him before he had ever seen her.

Or heard her, apparently.

Holy shit. Holy shit.

Luke nearly fell off the couch as he stumbled into a sitting position, jumping from his spot to the shimmery wall. He splayed his fingers as he pressed his palms against the damn thing keeping them apart, and then placed his ear against it.

He stopped moving; stopped breathing. She was singing. And it was fucking beautiful.

Shit. He was fucked.

He remembered Julie telling him about her complicated relationship with music; how she hadn’t sang in over a year. But now she was singing, here, with him, and he was finding it so hard to keep himself in check. He could clearly hear Alex’ voice in his head telling him to ‘cool it, Patterson. You’re going to scare her off.’

And that was the last thing he wanted to do.

Afterwards, Luke barged into the men's quarters and yelled: “I'm marrying Julie!”

Dean barely looked up from his paperback. “Yeah, we know.”

"You haven't talked about anyone else," Seth added.

"Oh," Luke said, scratching the back of his head. "Well, yeah. Now I'm gonna do it."

"Cool, man," Garrett grinned. "Get that woman!"

***

On the tenth day, Julie wore her prettiest dress. A purple number, nothing too special, as she hadn’t actually thought to get married on this show. The other women had ornate dresses, but she’d have to do with this one.

Then again, she wasn’t actually sure Luke would propose. He told her he loved her, but that didn’t mean he wanted to marry her in a month; that didn’t mean he wanted to go through with the experiment; the reality show.

Opening the door to the Pod, she heard Luke already pacing on his side.

“Hi,” she said.

“Oh!” he exclaimed. “Hey!”

She paused at the wall. “You’re nervous?”

“It’s the tenth day, so, uh…” Luke shook his head and stared at the silly velvet box in his hands. This was ridiculous. Insane. Every other synonym for that word. He wasn’t marriage material. He was a guy from an underground rock band that came here to get inspired and write. But here he fucking was.

“I don’t wanna say we’re fated, ‘cause I don’t believe in that shit,” he suddenly continued, the words flowing out of him.

Julie smiled. “Me neither.”

“But I do—I do think you’re my person, Julie. That we should be together outside of the Pods. When we make music it’s like–like–”

“Magic,” she finished, her smile widening and her hands pressing against the wall.

“Yeah,” he breathed. Sinking onto both knees, he kept his eyes on the box. “We’re magic together, I think. And I love you. I know that. I love you.”

Julie let her forehead drop against the wall as she giggled. Nothing about this made sense. No one would be able to understand what she felt right now. “I love you, too.”

“So… Julietta Rose Victoria Marie Molina…” He took a steadying breath. Now or never. “Will you do me the honour of marrying me?”

An elated sob left the woman, nodding profusely despite him being unable to see her. “Yes!” she exclaimed. “Yes!”

***

The white doors slid open in a swoop and their identities were revealed. Luke took a step forward and found his jaw falling slack at the short woman several feet away from him. She… was perfect. Down to those cute, scribbled-on sneakers.

Julie laughed, showcasing a gap between her teeth, and waved at him. "Hi."

"Hey," he grinned, his walk turning into a jog—he had to get to her—and grabbed her into a hug. "Holy shit."

"I know," she laughed, latching onto him. "Neither of us had a proposal outfit packed."

"Julie–Jules, you–" Pulling away slightly, he felt moisture building in his eyes from the shock and tension. His hands cupped her cheeks. "You're–wow."

"Thanks," she giggled, her eyes also wet. "You're wow, too."

***

After the couples arrived in the resort in Mexico, Julie and Luke settled into their suite. They unpacked their suitcases as they chatted about their flight, rosy-cheeked and happy. The camera flipped to Julie in the confessional, seated on the terrace in a pretty blue dress.

"Luke and I have arrived in Mexico," Julie said. "And it's definitely weird, suddenly, like, being able to touch him and see him, but it also feels so natural. We're just really excited to continue growing what we have and make more music."

"Julie's gonna do the speaking for me this vacay," Luke added next in his confessional, a big smile stretched across his cheeks. "I'm twenty-nine, guys, I've forgotten 10th grade Spanish, y'know."

“Yes, we’ve kissed,” Julie continued, shy, “on the plane. We wanted to do it away from the cameras, and um… it was–it was good.” Her eyes averted as her smile grew. “It was really good.”

Luke plopped down on the bed. “What do you wanna do first? Check out the pool? The beach?”

“The buffet,” she emphasised. “I’m super hungry.”

He laughed. “Sounds good to me.”

Julie slid beside him. “I also wanted to talk to you about something, now that we’re here…”

Luke nodded. “Okay.”

“Um… so we’re now sharing a bed…”

“Yeah.”

“I’d like to wait until after the wedding before we have sex,” she admitted. His face gave nothing away, simply listening to her. “It’s not that I’m not attracted to you, I am, but it’s something I want to honour, you know?”

“Of course,” he whispered. “I can wait, Julie, don’t worry about it.”

“Yeah?”

“Sex isn’t that important to me,” he said with a shrug. “It’s great, but it’s not everything.”

“Duh,” she deadpanned. “Music is.”

He laughed. “Exactly, you get it.”

The woman let out a relieved breath. She didn’t think Luke would be appalled, but she hadn’t been totally sure. Now, she could sleep beside him without the stress. Kissing his cheek, she said, “Besides, we can do other stuff.”

He wiggled his brows, mischievous. “‘Other’ stuff?”

With a roll of the eye, she pushed him away and got up. “Let’s get food.”

“Yes, Boss!”

***

The next day in Mexico, all the couples met up at the pool. It was the first time they all could see each other and properly meet. Neither Julie or Luke were worried their affection would sway, but they were nervous to approach Carrie and Nick. Both had claimed a connection, but now they were a couple themselves.

It especially bothered Luke, if he was honest. Julie was… incredibly beautiful, especially in that purple dress she wore tonight, and he wasn’t blind to the eyes Nick had been giving her.

Afterwards, Julie and Luke sat on the bed curled towards each other, discussing the events of the night.

"So... what did you think of Nick?" Luke asked, feigning nonchalance.

Julie smirked at his obvious attempt to seem cool. "He was… nice."

"Yeah? Got a crush on him?"

"Sure," Julie deadpanned, "and that was why the conversation ended after, like, two minutes, and I stayed by your side for the rest of the night."

Luke grinned and placed a hand on her knee. "Yeah?"

"Mh-hm." She caressed his tattooed arm. "Don’t worry. I... there's not a shadow of doubt it's you, Luke. Trust me."

Luke's smile melted into fondness. "I trust you."

***

After Mexico—where one of the couples devolved and split up, leaving four couples left—they all returned to Los Angeles. Unfortunately, they couldn’t move back into their regular apartments, but all had to share the same complex. Julie and Luke lived on the third floor in a shiny, white apartment. It was the furthest thing from Luke’s actual place.

On a positive note, they could finally introduce their partner to their friends and family. Like now.

"Today, I'm meeting Luke's friends and band members," Julie said to the camera, standing outside of Luke’s studio in the heart of Mar Vista. "I've talked with them on the phone a couple days ago, but this'll be the first time we'll be face to face."

Luke drifted on his heels as he barely looked at the camera, clearly addressing Julie. "I'm not worried. Julie's, like, the puzzle piece we've been missing. And I fucking love her. So. Yeah."

Julie and Luke walked in where Reggie and Alex were already seated in an old, leather couch. Reggie seemed nonchalant, but Alex often flitted his eyes to the camera.

"Hi," Julie greeted. "I'm Julie!"

"Ooh," Reggie cooed. "You're even prettier IRL!"

Alex eyed her in disbelief. "Yeah. Blink twice if you wanna escape our Luke."

"Awesome support, guys," Luke grumbled.

Julie worried that the boys perhaps thought that what she and Luke had was too good to be true—that it wouldn’t last—and all it would do was interrupt their music career. She didn’t stop worrying until Alex gently pulled her away from the guys mid-practice session, and took her on a short walk around the garden.

Somehow, he knew exactly what was on her mind—and exactly what to tell her.

“Luke’s a pretty open book with just about everyone, or that’s what people think. He likes to show everyone all the good sides to him; the music, the cheerful attitude, the constant pep-talks. But he’s never, and I mean never, talked to anyone about his mom as openly as he did with you.” Alex stopped to turn and face Julie. “He’s always worried about dumping all his problems on others and it’s been his thing ever since we’ve known him. He just hides it all to himself, until he explodes and writes a song about it.”

He shrugged, though Julie could see the worry in Alex’ eyes. “But the fact that he shared some of that stuff with you, let you hear ‘Unsaid Emily’… Julie, you’re it for him. And if you’re it for Luke, you’re it for us.” Alex grimaced at his choice of words, but didn’t correct himself, choosing instead to smile encouragingly at Julie.

A moved Julie nodded in relief and pulled the drummer into a tight hug. “Thank you,” she whispered.

That evening, it was time for Luke to meet Julie’s family, namely: her father, brother and aunt Victoria. The rest of the family would attend the wedding. Which, according to Julie, was ‘a lot’. She’d prepped him for tonight, but she still seemed nervous as she rang the bell and waited for the door to open.

“What’s the prob?” he asked.

“Well—”

The door flung open and an older woman in athleisure squealed at the sight of Luke. “Lukas! Come in, come in! Oh, mija, you did such a good job picking him!”

“Tia—”

“My name is Luke, actually—”

Victoria continued unperturbed and ushered them inside. He barely had time to soak in the interior as she continued babbling on. "Thank you, Lukas—" Victoria gushed.

"It's Luke—"

"—for taking my Julie off the street. Twenty-seven! Who would've thought!"

"Ah, yes," Julie drawled beside him, slightly peeved. "The old crone's age of twenty-seven."

“I think she was the one who took me off the street,” he said, throwing a smirk Julie’s way to ease the nerves a bit.

Her father and brother popped in from the kitchen, the former with a wide smile and the latter rather sceptical. “Is that my daughter’s fiancé I hear?”

***

"Luke is meeting my best friend, Flynn, today," Julie said outside of a bar. "I'm a little nervous, because Flynn is super protective of me, but I think it'll be fine!"

Luke smirked. "People love me. Everything will be great!"

That was, until Flynn said a quick hello and then shoved a ten-page questionnaire in his face. She smirked. “Just to see you’re not a serial killer and won’t break my friend’s heart.”

“Because those two are mutually important,” Julie replied, sarcastic.

Luke scratched the back of his head as he thumbed through the pages. “I–I have to do this now?”

“Why? Scared?” Flynn pressed. “Also—” She whipped a cotton swab from her pocket and grabbed Luke’s face, pushing his mouth open. "Just the usual," she muttered and swabbed the inside of his cheek. "Just normal DNA things…”

After the horrible bar situation, Julie paced along the kitchen island continuously apologising for her friend’s behaviour. “I swear she’s usually not like this, I’m so embarrassed, like she’s protective, but not—”

“Hey, hey, hey,” Luke grabbed her shoulders to stop her from pacing with a relaxed smile. “Yeah, it was weird, but it wasn’t the end of the word.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.” He smiled. “You have a Flynn, I have a Reggie and Alex," he soothed. "It's all cool."

***

As Carrie and Nick argued for the umpteenth time at the Cheese Tasting Date, Luke and Julie were bent over Luke's songbook, scribbling and discussing the bridge of a song.

"No, no, there should be an inverse and then, like, the reveal, that he was never there at all," Julie said.

"I don't wanna write a sad song, Jules. It's a love song," Luke bounced back.

"I mean—" She popped a piece of brie in her mouth. "---it is a love song, just not a happy one."

A grin ticked up his lips. "Is it about Nick and Carrie?"

Julie swatted his arm. "Luke!"

"What! C'mon, Jules, look at 'em." He nodded at the pair currently shouting at each other outside, two cameras on them. "They're not exactly soulmates."

Another pairing, Vivian and Dean, joined them at their table. "Oh my God," Vivian said, "can Carrie and Nick just end it already?"

"Carrie wants those followers, she can't leave just yet," Dean added with a roll of the eyes.

"Yeah," Julie trailed, "it's... a lot."

"What're you working on, dude?" Dean asked.

Luke grinned. "A song, obviously."

Viv sighed dreamily. "It's so romantic, honestly, that you guys have, like, a 'thing'."

Dean frowned. "We have a thing."

His fiancée's brows raised, challenged, and Luke and Julie recoiled into their songwriting shell again.

***

The wedding was a no-brainer. After a teary-eyed dress fitting and a fun bachelorette party with the girls—where Carrie tried to disrupt her happiness one final time—Julie found herself in the hotel room of a beautiful ranch where she and Luke would officiate their marriage. Somehow, the month felt like a year and her relationship with Luke felt like a decade.

“Are you nervous?” Flynn asked, buttoning Julie into her dress.

She shook her head. “No, just healthy jitters.”

“Good.” The two stared at each other in the mirror. “You deserve this, girl.”

Victoria came in with glasses of champagne. “Well, I’m nervous, so drink up, my loves.”

On the other side of the hotel, Luke, Alex and Reggie sat in the plush chairs, ready for the wedding. Luke’s foot bounced up and down in anticipation, ready to hold her and kiss her and be hers. He knew he was a romantic, but he never thought it could get this deep.

“Do you think she’ll say yes?” Alex asked.

Luke nodded. “Yeah. There’s honestly not a doubt in my mind, dude.”

“But what if she does?”

“Then…” Luke took a swig of his beer as a salute. “Then we’ll have a killer album in no time.”

Soon after, the ceremony began. Luke first went down the aisle where he smiled and nodded at all his friends and family. His parents sat in the front and smiled proudly at him.

And then came Julie. Julie, in a beautiful gown and a shimmering face, taking his breath away. It felt like he had tunnel vision. She, too, couldn’t look anywhere but him, and felt her racing heart calm down the second he helped her up the steps. Her father had tears in his eyes as he gave her away.

“Hi,” she whispered.

“Hey,” he whispered back, smiling, “you look gorgeous.”

“Thank you.”

The officiator began his speech, Luke and Julie exchanged quick vows—though most has been said in the countless lyrics they’ve written together—and they sealed it all with a kiss. They were married. Forever.

For the final time, Julie spoke to the camera with shiny cheeks and sparkling eyes. “How do I feel? I mean, I think you can guess.”

Luke jumped into frame and picked her up, bridal-style. “You’re looking at Miss Julie Molina-Patterson, Netflix! Hell yeah!”

***

At the reunion, they were the only couple left standing. Obviously.

***

#juke #juke jeudi #happy juke jeudi!!!#jatp fanfiction #lib x juke

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crinkled-emotions · 11 months ago

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Day 13: "You and me. Now."

Ship: Hangman x OC (Sav)

Take a shot every time I put a character in trouble with their significant other

Team I fuckin hate Christmas in the city people are straight up awful. I'm outta here to hug my dog and see a kangaroo in the bushes

(that sounds like a euphemism)

(I swear it wasn't)

(did anyone else see that photo with Glen wearing glasses?? Send help that was hot)

I've written day 13 and 14, but then I'm heading for 15 and potentially 16 by the end of the day because I am actually leaving the city tomorrow to be with my family for the holiday break!

Savannah was on a mission. Straight through the group of aviators standing at the collection point and into Jake’s arms, reaching up to kiss him. He didn’t even hesitate, brushing his thumb over her hip. They separated and Savannah glanced over her shoulder to watch the others find their families. Shifting slightly she saw Coyote scoop up his daughter when the little girl walked to him. The look of surprise on his face told her it was the first time he’d seen her walk. She felt Jake’s hand on her back and turned back to hug him again.

“You okay?” She murmured. He smiled into her shoulder.

“Happy to be back with you.”

“Nerd,” Savannah snorted, “but I’m glad too.”

“Hey Bagman, we’re going to hang out at Coyote’s once everyone’s had a nap. You down?”

Savannah turned in her husband’s arms, eyebrow raised when Phoenix walked past them. Jake hummed, running a hand down Savannah’s back to check with her.

“What do you think, baby? Wanna go get drunk?”

“Sounds like a plan.”

Jake nodded at Phoenix and she grinned.

“See you there.”

“Starts at seven!” Coyote called. Everyone cheered.

Savannah didn’t usually go and meet Jake when he got off a carrier in another state, but something told her this one was different. He’d been radio silent until the day before and she’d taken the first flight from Texas to San Diego to see him. By the time they got back to the hotel he was subtly yawning and Savannah felt like she’d been wired for almost twenty-four hours. They took one look at each other and stripped off, collapsing on the bed. Savannah went to set an alarm but Jake stopped her, pressing a kiss to her shoulder.

“C’mon; let’s just sleep. If we sleep till ten it’s no big deal.”

“What about tomorrow morning?”

“I’ll be starving and I might be in trouble with my CO for missing debrief but at least we’ll be well rested.”

Savannah hummed.

“Let’s not get you into any more trouble than usual. Go to sleep, Seresin.”

Jake flopped on to his back and Savannah sat up beside him. As much as he could pretty much fall asleep anywhere at this point, Savannah hadn’t quite adjusted to the Navy life and sometimes she needed a moment to just be grateful he was back and a-okay save a couple bruises on his chest and back. When Jake rolled on to his side he put a hand on her leg and she squeezed it before reaching for her book. Knowing her, she’d be out before she finished the chapter.

Somewhere during the night Savannah found herself separated from Jake and joining Rooster at the bonfire. She didn’t know him all that well, having met and married Jake in the time they weren’t friends, but something told her he was an alright guy.

“Bagman told you, huh?”

“Told me what?”

“Look; I’m really sorry. I already apologised to him, but-“

Savannah frowned. She scooted forward on her seat, flicking Rooster’s knee.

“What are you talking about?”

His eyes widened; he put his beer down and cleared his throat.

“Hangman and I... we stopped being friends years ago but he said something I had no idea he knew about and I flew off the handles.”

Savannah’s head shot up, dread building in her stomach.

“What did he say?”

“It’s not important, I-“

“-what did he say, Bradshaw- wait. Did you punch him?”

“I may have... uh. Yeah, I tried to- I wasn’t thinking... damn, Savannah, I’m sorry.”

“What did he say that was so fucking awful?”

“The man who’s been our commanding officer for this detachment flew with my father... they had an accident when I was two and my dad... didn’t make it. I don’t like it being shared around, y’know, sometimes I tell people and they think I got into the Navy as a nepo baby.”

“I’m confused.”

“Your husband broadcasted it to our squad and I guess I stopped thinking.”

Savannah sucked in a breath. Finally, she stood and took his beer.

“I hope you can go home and tell your wife that. Now excuse me, I have to go deal with mine.”

She stormed off, leaving Rooster with his brows furrowed.

“Hangman... isn’t a... hm.”

He shrugged.

“Hangman the wife. Well, if he wants he will.”

“You and me. Now.”

Jake whipped around when he felt Savannah tug at the end of his shirt, frowning when she gestured toward a quieter corner of Javy’s backyard.

“Everything okay, baby?”

“Now, Jake.”

He handed his beer to his best friend, letting his wife lead him away from the group. The first thing she did was gently turn his head from side to side, inspecting his face for any marks or bruises remaining from Rooster’s attempt. Then she put her hands on her hips.

“Tell me what you said to Rooster.”

“Sav...”

“Did you seriously bring up his dad? I know you can be an asshole at work but fuck me, that is straight up awful!”

“Savannah-“

“-did you even think for a fucking second that you could trigger him? Rooster is a ball of anxiety buried under his super cool exterior at the best of times! Why do you think he’s here right now, not halfway back to Virginia Beach? He could be home, with his wife and kids-“

“-he nearly fucking wasn’t!”

Savannah’s lips pressed together, snapped shut in surprise. Jake took a deep breath, running a hand through his hair.

“You didn’t see him during training, Sav. He was getting through the course but he was so slow. If he flew like that in the mission... god, I wasn’t going to be the one to tell Dee. Or his kids.”

Savannah watched him for a moment. Finally, she reached for his hand.

“You were scared.”

“No, I was terrified.”

“Whatever you said to him wasn’t okay, and you know that is not the way to tell him you’re worried about him, but... Jake, look at me.”

As much as he was exasperated, he was also doing his best impression of a kicked puppy.

“I’m glad he’s okay, I’m glad you’re okay, and I’m really glad your face is okay. I kind of like it.”

That made him snort, and he reached for her hand.

“I already told him I was sorry, we talked it out on the transport flight. We’re cool.”

“I can’t believe how fucking bitchy you two can be... c’mere.”

She pushed off her back foot, straight into Jake’s arms. His shoulders relaxed and Savannah gave him a little tap on the back.

“Still mean.”

“I know.”

“Why didn’t you just talk to him?”

“I was scared it wasn’t goin’ to work.”

“Phoenix?”

“Not talking to me.”

“You may have deserved that, honey.”

“Stop bein’ the voice of reason.”

They separated, Jake kissing her nose. Savannah brushed a hand over his cheek, then subtly tilted her head toward the back gate.

“We should... get some sleep.”

“Totally; debrief and then the flight home, we’re gonna be... uh, busy.”

The pair exchanged a look, then took off to make hasty goodbyes.

#top gun: maverick #top gun maverick #tgm #Jake Hangman Seresin #Jake Seresin #Hangman #Callsign: Hangman #Hangman x OC #G's Dec 2023 Prompts!

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sortofanobsession · 2 years ago

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Will o’ the Wisp - Ch. 5 (Umbrella Academy WIP)

Author’s Note: Still chipping away at this one, I have sooooo much written but there are missing scenes that I end up having to dig through clips, transcripts, and even gif sets, to sort out dialog. So I'm sorry that it takes so long. Also from now on I'm just going to use Viktor. Some pronouns might be wrong, because I'm still sorting through everything, but I'm trying. I have rewritten the first four chapters with hopefully correct pronouns. You can find that here and in the series masterlist. Not that there is really any mention of Viktor in this chapter oddly enough. It's Man on the Moon plot points, so it's looking for Five & Klaus, while Luther & Diego argue. So that's fun. Enjoy. Unbeta'd as always.

Minors DNI

So as it goes, Y/N = your name. Y/N/N = your nickname. Reader pronouns She/Her.

Tag Requests are Open just message me.

Primary Pairing: Diego Hargreeves x Female!Reader (Slow Burn)

Series/TUA Masterlist

Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 6

Word count: 3k+

Content Warning: Death, Blood, drinking, drunk behavior, vomiting, knives, arguing, sibling rivalry, guilt, cussing/swearing, canon typical neglect, manipulation, violence, angst, anger.

Chapter 5: Tough Talk and Touchy Subjects

“Like I said, Master Luther,” Pogo tells Luther as they look around Five’s room. “Number Five hasn't lived in this room since he was a boy.”

“Yeah, I know, but we need to warn him,” Luther explains. “He doesn't even know we were attacked. He doesn't know they're looking for him - he doesn't know -”

“What are you doing here?” Diego asks.

“Uh,” Luther starts. “Do you know about Mom?”

“Well, It looks like you got what you wanted,” Diego states. “One way or another, right?"

"Wanna tell me what you're doing here?” Luther shifts the topic.

“Looking for Five,” Diego answers.

“Let me guess," Luther continues. "You're gonna save the day.”

“It's what I do," Diego responds. “Asshole.”

“Really?” Luther counters. “Last I checked, you mopped floors.”

“And what do you do? Sit on the moon for four years, waiting for orders?”

Diego is not buying it.“Keep on being a loyal soldier after everything our father did to you.”

“What? You mean save my life?” Luther inquires.

“No, I mean…turn you into a monster.”

“Can’t hide it anymore, champ.”

Luther punches the armoire.

Pogo shakes his head.

“He had a difficult decision to make, and he made it.”

“Grow up, Luther, we’re not 13 anymore.”

“That’s what leaders do, by the way.”

“He sent you on that mission all alone. Almost got you killed.”

“Yeah, well, at least he was there. Where were you? You and everyone else in this family? You walked out.”

“And thank Christ that I did, or I would have ended up just like you.”

“Let me ask you a question.” Diego starts. “When you watch one of these nature shows-”

“Diego, please,” Pogo tries.

“Does it turn you on?” Diego finishes his question.

“So what? Is he just an animal to you, too now, Diego, huh?” Luther gestures to Pogo.

“Don't.”

“Enough! This house was attacked,” Pogo chastises them. “We barely got out with our lives.

And Grace, she wasn't so lucky. Your brother is missing, and this is how you rise to the occasion? Take your nonsense elsewhere. Now.”

“Sorry, Pogo.”

“Yeah, sorry, Pogo.”

"Diego took it too far again?" Y/N asks Pogo when she sees him following her brothers out of Five’s room.

"I am afraid so. Called Master Luther a Monster. Said some dreadful things."

“Do I need to babysit them?”

“Probably,” he admits.

“I'll make sure they don't kill each other,” she sighs. "Apparently, the one thing they agree on is that I am fragile."

"You are injured, Miss Y/N."

"I will try not to undo your handy work. Luther can do the heavy lifting, and Diego never lets me do anything anyway. I'll behave."

“Where’re you going?” She asks Luther as she sees him heading out.

He seems to weigh his options. “Looking for Five.”

“You know I can do that easier than anyone else here,” she states.

“Then come on,” he says.

“Good, because I was already going to follow you guys anyway.”

“Then why ask?”

“Because it’s less rude, duh.” She shakes her head but smiles. “Lead the way, big guy.”

They meet up with Diego.

“This is it.”

“He's still here.”

“This is Five's van.”

She tries not to laugh as they both try to go through the van at the same time and get in each other’s way.

“You know it would go faster if you just let me-” she starts.

“No,” both her number one and number two brother say in unison.

“But-”

“No!” they say again.

She sulks or at least seems to, as she goes to the other side of the van and leans against it. She pulls the hood of her jacket up and checks to ensure they aren’t paying attention to her. They were too busy both trying to be in control of what was happening. She leans her forehead against the side of the van, so they are less likely to notice her eyes glowing. She sends out a few Wisps to search for her brothers. She finds it odd that she doesn’t find either Five or Klaus initially but doesn’t get to finish her search.

“Seriously?” Diego shakes her good arm, drawing her focus back to herself, and the glow leaves her irises. “We have a lead.”

“Where? I can check it-”

“No, you’re already pushing it as is.”

“I’m fine,” she tells him.

“Are you?” Diego asks, skepticism clear in his tone.

She shakes her head and changes the topic. "Are we good or…"

He sighs but nods. "Stitches?" he nods at the arm, knowing there is a freshly wrapped wound under her jacket and bandages.

She considered lying. Pogo had helped her when things had calmed down. But if he found out she was lying, Diego would not be happy. “Just a couple,” she admits. “It mainly needed to be cleaned and covered. Stings a bit, but you know how it is. It’s not that bad."

"If you say so," he shrugs. He doesn’t believe her. But he has hope that she’d tell him if it was too much to handle on her own.

"Though Luther did come to check on me since he missed your whole blow-up, and Allison must have filled him in." She nods towards where their brute of a brother is just out of earshot.

"You two having heart-to-hearts now?"

She laughed. "Maybe, any good I did, you probably undid. A monster? Really? I worked so hard to convince him he isn't a freak. You are lucky. You look like just a crazy dude with a knife kink.”

“Screw you,” he hisses, venom clear in his tone.

She grins but continues to make her point. “You don't have to live with people constantly looking at you like a freak. If he is a monster, so is the Wisp. So am I. Because I make everyone uncomfortable. People avoid being anywhere near me. Luther and I are what Reginald Hargreeves made us into. We don't have the choice to not be anything else. So take your attitude and shove where the sun don’t shine, pendejo. This is why Pogo agreed you two needed a babysitter."

"We do not. And admit it, this is just how you are. You hover. Sometimes spy. It’s one of the many consistent things about you. That and you broadcast your emotions. Not always a bad thing. Always helpful to have a glaringly obvious tell so I know when I've pushed one too many buttons, but you'd be shit a poker. You couldn't bluff if you tried."

"Gee, thanks for such a sweet compliment, brother of mine," She couldn't help but laugh.

"It’s a positive in my book, never have to worry about you lying to me. You always give it to me straight. No bullshit. And you've never pulled your punches anyway. And that's something I've always admired."

"Aww, I kind of like this new Diego, or at least this new to me, still a bit grumpy, but adorable, Diego. Go on, tell me I'm pretty now or that-" He rolls his eyes at her comment but doesn't miss the way the glow of the Wisp warmed ever so slightly at his words. He'd take that for a win. They didn't have many of those these days.

He shakes his head. "You had to ruin it, you couldn't just let me not be an asshole or a jerk like you always point out."

"I should get shot more often if it gets you guys to be nice," she says.

"Don't even joke," he glares at her. "That's not even remotely funny."

"Awww, you do care," she grins and nudges his shoulder with her good one.

"Never said I didn't," he states.

"I know," she agrees.

“We going or what?” Luther shouts at them.

They follow the lead and end up at the library.

She resists the urge to roll her eyes as her brothers, who usually argue, both take up essentially mirroring stances to keep her shielded behind them.

"Guys, it's just a library," she points out.

"The past few days, a donut shop, a department store, and our home have all been shot up," Diego states.

"And you got shot at one of those," Luther points out.

"Not taking any chances," Diego tells her.

"Exactly," Luther agrees.

"I don't know if it is fascinating or infuriating that the two of you agree, and of course, it has to be about my safety," she grumbles. “Which isn’t even in jeopardy right now.”

“Yet,” Diego adds.

"Was bound to happen someday," Luther shrugs.

"Can I just-"

"How often do I have to say no?" Diego says. She looks at Luther, and he shakes his head. It isn't long before the two brothers start arguing. She doesn't stop them because it means they aren't focusing on her.

“You wanna know why I left?” Diego asks Luther. Y/N looked back and forth between her brothers. She remembers they had argued in Five's room. Pogo had stopped it. She figures this had been building all day and, despite being in public, it was probably best to just let them sort it out as she searched the building with her powers. If they got physical. She’d intervene as best she could, but the last thing she wanted to do was accidentally destroy or burn down a library.

“What? What are you talking about?” Luther is unsure.

“Why I left the Academy,” Diego clarifies.

“Yeah, ‘cause you couldn’t handle me being Number One,” Luther answers.

“No. Because that’s what you do when you’re 17,” Diego says like it is the most obvious thing in the world. And she thinks it might be for most people. Unfortunately, they aren’t most people. Diego continues, “You move out, become your own person, grow up.”

“Oh yeah. You’re a real grown-up,” Luther quips.

Y/N snorts a laugh at that but covers it as a cough.

“At least I make my own decisions.”

“You’ve never had to hold down a job, pay bills. Even Y/N does that, and she glows like a bug zapper.”

“Rude,” she grumbles but shuts up as soon as Diego makes his next point.

“You ever even been with a girl?” Diego asks Luther. “Look, you wanna blame me, blame us for leaving…that’s okay. But maybe you’re asking yourself the wrong question. Maybe it’s not about why we left. Maybe it’s about why you stayed.”

“I stayed because the world needed me,” Luther states.

“You stayed because you couldn’t let go of the way things used to be. The Academy. Dad. With Allison.”

She sighs as the orbs search. Ignoring the shocked looks the lights get from patrons.

“Dad’s dead. Mom too, now. We’re orphans again, dude." Diego hasn't stopped. "And things are never gonna go back the way they used to be.”

“Do you ever stop talking?” Luther asks.

She clears her throat. “You two done?” She glares at them as her eyes clear and her glow returns. “Two things, one, I found him. Two, for the record, I left because I refused to constantly spy on everyone after they left. You were right, Luther. It violated everyone’s privacy. I didn't like leaving, but I had to. I couldn’t do it anymore.” She walked off in the direction the orbs had found Five. Trusting them to follow. She ignores the people she knows are talking about them. She rounds the corner and gestures to where Five is passed out in a corner.

“Is he…um…” Luther starts.

“Drunk as a skunk,” Diego grins.

“And here I thought we agreed he wasn’t supposed to do stupid things without me,” she sighs as she gets closer to Five to check on him. “This at least seems more fun than being stuck with you two.”

“Rude. And you make that deal with everyone nowadays,” Diego points out.

“Yeah, well, it seemed necessary. We need to get him out of here because someone was going to call security when I was searching. So let's get going.” She starts to gather up the things around Five. Trusting Luther to do the heavy lifting.

She goes ahead of them and ends up apologizing to the staff. She even uses the dead parents card and assures them it won't happen again. They get away without having the cops called.

“Well, we can't go back to the house. It's not secure,” Luther explains when she catches up with them. “Those psychopaths could come back at any moment.”

“My place is closer,” Diego says. “No one will look for him there.”

Y/N winces as Five belches and holds his stuff tighter to her chest.

“If you vomit on me-” Luther starts to threaten.

“You know what's funny?”

“What’s funny, Five?” she asks.

“Aah! I'm going through puberty."

"Not sure funny is the right word," she considers as he continues.

“Twice. And I,” Five chuckles. “I drank that whole bottle, didn't I?”

"Mhmm." She adds, keeping pace beside Luther.

“That's what you do when the world you love goes bye-bye.”

“Poof, it's gone.”

“I know you’ve been through more than any of us could imagine, but we need to talk to you about something. Something important,” she tries to lead the conversation to what they really need to talk about.”

Her more direct sibling adds, “Two masked intruders attacked the Academy last night. They came looking for you.”

“And they shot Y/N,” Diego, of course, bluntly states, causing her to cringe. “So I need you to focus. What do they want?”

“Hazel and Cha-Cha,” Five states.

“Who?”

“You know, I hate code names.”

“Of course, I get shot by dumbasses with names like Hazel and Cha-Cha,” she mumbles.

“Ah, the best of the best. Except for me, of course.”

“I like to think you wouldn’t shoot me,” she adds.

“Focus, Luz,” Diego says.

“The best of what?”

“You know, Delores always said she hated when I drink. You should've made me a Shirley - “Hey!” Diego really tries to get him to focus.

“Hm? Yeah?”

She rolls her eyes and uses the Wisp to try to get his attention. She’d learned a long time ago most inebriated individuals tend to love the lights and colors. Or she’d make him puke. That was also a possibility.

“Five, hey, listen to me. I need you to focus, okay?” She says, a bit more gentle with her request than her brother.

“What do this Hazel and Cha-Cha want?”

“We just wanna protect you,” Diego tells him.

“Protect me. I don't need your protection, Diego. Do you have any idea how many people I've killed?"

"No," Diego answers.

"I'm the Four frickin' Horsemen," Five states. "The apocalypse is coming.”

She moves the Wisp away quickly as Five vomits.

Luther puts a passed-out Five down on Diego’s bed. Diego sets the mannequin, Delores, as they had gleaned, down on a chair.

“Funny. If I didn’t know he was such a prick,” Diego says. “I’d say he looks almost adorable in his sleep.”

“Well, don’t worry. He’ll sober up eventually,” Luther states. “Be back to his normal, unpleasant self.”

“Yeah, I can't wait that long,” Diego says. “I need to find out what his connection is with these lunatics before someone else dies.”

“All that stuff he was saying before,” he says. She looks up when she hears thumping overhead. “What do you think he meant by that?” Then they hear footsteps. Al opens the door.

Al says. “You throw another one of those goddamn knives at me. I'm pressin' charges.”

“What do you want, Al?” Diego asks.

“I ain't your secretary,” Al states.

“Yeah,” Diego acknowledges.

“Some lady called for you, said she needs your help,” Al tells him.

“What lady?”

“I dunno.” Al says. “Some, uh, detective.”

Even Y/N is getting frustrated by now.

“I think she said her name was, uh, Blotch or somethin',” Al adds.

“Patch? She needs my help.” Diego goes up to see the note Al had.

“She needs you to meet her at that motel, a dump on Calhoun.”

Y/N is already moving towards the door, half a plan forming since she already has a location.

“When?” Diego asks.

“About half an hour ago,” Al continues. “Uh, said she found your brother.”

“Well, that didn't make sense.”

“Klaus,” the siblings all say.

She sends the Wisp on ahead.

“Go,” Luther starts.

“Already on it,” she says as she goes to follow Diego. She catches the door before it can slam shut.

“I’ll wait here with…” Luther continues more to himself than anyone else. “Him.” He pats Delores on the head.

The full form of the Wisp hovered over the horrific scene in the motel room. Detective Patch was on the floor in pool of her own blood. She was too still. Too far gone. The Wisp searches the room at near-light speed. Klaus was nowhere to be found.

She shifted her focus to following Diego up to the room.

“Diego, wait!” she starts, hoping to at least warn him about what he is about to see, but he ignores her and rushes into the room. He goes to try and help Patch, but she was already gone. He loses his composure and gets angry.

“I’m sorry, Diego,” she says. To give him a moment to come to terms with Patch dying, she switches to the Wisp to check the area for Klaus. She doesn’t find him but finds that the police are well on their way.

“We have to go, Diego,” she says as she pulls some of herself back to her body, using the Wisp to monitor how close they are. “Cops will be here any minute.”

She isn’t sure he hears her as he looks around the room. Diego finds a receipt for the same donut shop that was attacked a few nights before.

“Diego,” she tugs his arm. He doesn’t fight her as she pulls him out the door. He lets her guide them out of there as the police get closer. He knows she can see more than he can as she uses the Wisp to find the best route. Once out of danger, she drops his arm and looks at him. He might not seem like it, but she knows he’s hurting. She knows his stoic demeanor is masking his grief and his anger.

“I’m not going to ask if you’re okay,” she starts.

“I’m fine,” he grits out.

“You’re not, but that’s understandable,” she corrects. She can tell he is gearing up for a fight by the way his shoulders tense. She sighs. If she tries to get him to talk, he’ll fight her. So she does the only thing she can think of that might help him. She hugs him. He freezes.

“I’m sorry we didn’t get there soon enough. I…I should have used the Wisp sooner. I could have bought her some extra time. I could have-”

“Don’t-” he hisses but doesn’t pull away. He actually accepts the hug.

“Okay,” she relents. She doesn’t want to fight him, not after what he just went through. She stays there as long as he needs. “I’m sorry.”

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thebanterboys · 1 year ago

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I’m sad I lost my streak of posting the Banter review the same day as the upload, oh well.

Anyway, my thoughts on the new Banter episode with Mr. Austin Show…

I think this is one of the better episodes I saw and I have so many thoughts about the dynamic between all three Banter boys too like Austin really brought it all out-thank you, Austin.

I think it is interesting that George said he doesn’t regret doing Love or Host but that he would never do it again. I personally feel like he would do SO much better at doing a LOH now (i.e. being entertaining for the show) as opposed to the one he did years ago when he was still really shy and struggled so much to make decisions. However, I do worry he might accidentally say something that could get him in trouble so maybe it’s a good thing he doesn’t wanna do another one lmao

This episode was mainly talking about Austin and the shows he did on Twitch, of course, and how he was supposed to do more with G4 before they got shut down so a lot of the stuff were things I already knew. Austin was talking about how doing live Name Your Price at San Diego TwitchCon made him realize he needs to be in front of a crowd not a computer with Twitch chat. So more live shows are coming I assume, including the collab with Karl at Misfits. I love Austin’s shows, especially Name Your Price, so I am actually really glad Misfits saved the project.

And now I know why it took so long for this episode to come out because the editor had to bleep out so much stuff about the new show lmao

Okay, I will admit my eyes started to glaze over when they were talking about the YouTube algorithm and stuff

And it seems like my theory of Sapnap being a bit jealous of Karl & George has some merit after all

“KNF is dead, bitch” like c’mon Sapnap didn’t have to say all that; I think he gets jealous of how comfortable Karl & George are together. KNF sneaking off to watch a movie in his bed without him like I don’t blame Sapnap for being a bit jealous of that especially when George was teasing him about it too. This is all very interesting…still holding out for that therapy episode.

The next upload should be the drunk recording but I am still unsure if they have enough usable footage of it lmao So either that or they’re going to have to record a new episode which they have only six days to do, yikes. I think the boys are going to North Carolina soon anyway so we’ll see.

#Banter boys be bantering #so much cute KNF content this episode

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movedto-mrs-bluemarine · 2 years ago

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Hi this is my contribution to @oc-brain-dump-of-jack 's New Year's kiss Collab :) thank you for letting me join in on the fun <3 ft. my new favorite modern au with Jodiemore delicious

Blinded by the Lights

Everyone and their spouse was invited to the CEO's New Years Eve party. The room was full to the brim with people feeling the holiday spirit. Jodie was one of them. After that carpool with her brother and fiancé, with that tension between the two of them thick enough to cut with a knife, she deserved a little drink. Except... Where was Blackmore? Franz was sitting in the corner, chatting with Diego but Jodie's fiancé wasn't anywhere to be seen. Not even Valentine could tell her where he went... She felt the sinking feeling that a certain coworker would, though.

Mike was already tipsy, holding on to an equally drunk Axl Ro while they both were dissolving into a fit of laughter after a bad joke. Axl was the first to notice Jodie standing over the two, and quickly sat up a little straighter. Mike O. caught on a little later.

"Well, if it isn't my favorite girly!" Axl giggled red in the face. "How's it hanging? See that boyfriend of yours anywhere? I've been dyin' to find out where you got that ring for 'im." Mike giggled more violently, doubling over and covering his face. Jodie wasn't humored.

"Cut the crap you two, I know you guys ran him off away from the party! Do you seriously have to tease him every chance you get?"

"Now, that ain't no fun. What's a party without some jokes?" Mike quipped up. "For real though, your man has been actin' weird since the party started. Is he sick? He went runnin' out the door before we could even bring you up."

"He was acting strange? He was fine back in the car..." Jodie cupped her chin in thought. "He could've had too much to drink, I'll find him and see if I can figure out what's wrong." After a thought, Jodie grabbed the water bottle sitting between the two men, not without a complaint from Mike. The seal was still closed, and there was some condensation, this would do. Without another word she skipped out of the brightly lit office. There wasn't many lights on in this part of the building, except for one amongst the sea of grey cubicles. With pure memory alone Jodie deduced it was coming from Blackmore's seat.

She silently made it over to find him at his desk, everything pushed to the side so he could rest his head on his arms. If he noticed his fianceé, he didn't act like it. He was tense, anxiety and stress clear in his posture. Jodie stole a chair from another cubicle so she could sit next to him, a gentle hand on his rigid back. "Is everything alright, Blackmore? I missed you in Mr. Valentine's office." She asked him softly.

His deep blue eyes looked away in shame. "'m sorry. Didn't mean to make you to worry."

"That's okay! I just wanted to make sure you weren't hurt." Jodie offered him the cold water bottle. Blackmore took it but didn't make a move to drink it yet. "You aren't, are you?"

"No..."

Jodie copied him, resting her head on an arm while still rubbing his back. "Please tell me. Was it Mike and Axl?" She asked. Before explaining, Blackmore sighed deeply.

"Everything was fine once we got here... I don't know what it was. The lights, all the noise, being cramped between those two with them in my face... It all came on to me so quick, I just wanted to get away from it all before I passed out in front of everyone." He sighed again, deep from his chest. How childish was it to be so overwhelmed by a party? But Blackmore knew Jodie understood. She knew him better than anyone else.

"Oh, Ritchie, I'm so sorry. Is there anything I can do for you? Would you like to leave?"

"Not... Not yet. I'll be fine now that I'm alone. I don't wanna leave so soon. We just got here, Funny would be crushed! Besides you.. you like these parties? Don't you?"

Jodie sat up to hold his face, making sure she could see him clearly while her thumbs soothed the skin of his cheeks. "Ritch, if I had to choose between your health and a party, you know damn well I'd choose you, every time. And I think Mr. Valentine and Mrs. Maggie would both agree." He was struck by her selflessness once again, if only for a moment.

"Jodie... Thank you for understanding me. 'm sorry I'm so..." She interrupted him with a kiss on his cheek. Blackmore gave her a soft smile, enjoying the feeling of her cool hand on his heated skin.

She looked to a clock on the wall. It was digital, in big red numbers it read a minute to midnight. In the distance she could hear the music was paused and the excited murmur of the others waiting for the final count down. No one followed her out to find Blackmore, that left them both alone in the dark maze of cubicles. "It's not too late. Before we leave could we...kiss, once the countdown finishes? If that's okay with you?"

With wide eyes, and suddenly much more anxious, he sat up as stiff as a pole. "Well, since no one's around, and it's the least we can do tonight... I'd like that. A lot, actually."

They both waited with bated breath, hands clasped together as they leaned forward. The countdown started soon, everyone chanting in unison, beginning at ten, and slowly making it down. The waiting was painful as they closed the gap between them, noses pressing into one another and their eyes closing. It became unbearable. At the cheer of one their lips already crashed together in a sweet lock. Blackmore sighed in bliss against her mouth, pulling her closer to feel her heartbeat next to his. The cheers in Valentine's office became a hazy hum as they parted, looking deeply into each other's eyes, smiling in contempt.

"I...love you." Jodie's giggle fell on his ear sweetly.

"I love you too, Ritchie. Happy new year, dear." And she sealed the memory with a delightful kiss on his nose.

#YEAAAAHHH #writing collab #💜 / love her madly #selfship community #fics

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mikasimaginairyworld · 2 years ago

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The Umbrella Academy: Firecracker - Number Five (5/30)

Umbrella Academy Masterlist

warnings: substances (drugs and mentioning of alcohol), mentioned death

word count: 3480

"When's it supposed to happen? This... apocalypse", Luther asked after Five had explained to him and Nailah everything about the apocalypse. Nailah was sitting on one of Diego's uncomfortable chairs anxiously chewing on her nails.

"I can't give you the exact hour, but from what I. could gather we have about four days left.", Five announced and both Nailah and Lither exhaled sharply.

"Why didn't you say something sooner?", Nailah asked running a hand through he messy curls.

"It wouldn't have mattered.", Five dismissed the question.

"Of course it would. We could've banded together and tried to stop this thing.", Luther raised his voice. Five sighed heavily looking down: "For the record, you already tried."

"What do you mean?"

"I found all of you. Your bodies.", Five admitted silently.

"We die?", Luther asked disturbed.

"Horribly." Luther looked at Nailah who was staring at Five in shock.

"You were together. Trying to stop whatever it was that ends the world.", Five continued.

"Wait, how do you know that?", Luther asked putting a hand on Nailah shoulder, ripping her out of her trance.

Five pulled out the glass eye from his pocket: "This was clutched in your dead hand when I found you. Must've ripped it out off their head right before you went down."

"Whose head?"

"Like I said, I don't know."

"Wait, there's a serial number on the back. Think maybe you could try...", Luther suggested.

"No, that's a dead end. The company was burned down. It's just another hunk of glass."

At this moment Diego burst through the door aggressively approaching Five. "Piece of shit. Do you have any idea what you just did?", he screamed at Five and would have hit him right in the head if it wasn't for Luther who caught him and lifted him off the ground.

"Get your ape hands off me!", Diego grunted struggling to get back to the floor. "I can do this as long as it takes you to calm down.", Luther announced and Diego let himself hang limply in Luther's grip.

"Wanna tell. us what you're talking about?", Nailah asked.

"Our brother's been pretty busy since he got back. He was in the middle of that shootout at Griddy's, and then Bible brothers after. the guys in masks attacked the academy, looking for him. And I assume you were not far away.", Diego directed the last part at Nailah who raised her hands defensively.

"None of which is your concern. And leave her out of it.", Five snapped back.

"It is now. They've just killed my friend.", Diego spat at him.

"Who are they, Five?", Luther asked.

"They work for my former employer. A woman called The Handler. She sent them to stop me. Then, soon as Diego's friend got in the way, well fair game.", Five gave in.

"And now they're my fair game. And I'm gonna see to it they pay.", Diego hissed

"That would be a mistake, Diego. They've killed people far more dangerous than you."

"Yeah, we'll see about that." , Diego slammed the door and Luther quickly followed him to stop him.

Five got up from the bed and began roaming the kitchen in the search for something edible. "How come you're not back in the pod?", he asked Nailah.

"Needs to recharge. And it takes a lot longer when I'm woken by emergency.", she explained

Five hummed:"Did you mean what you said yesterday?"

"What exactly do you mean?"

"About aging me up."

"I said that?"

"Come on, Nai. We both know you're never drunk enough to lose memory.", Five was getting visibly annoyed.

"You've been gone an awfully long time. You might not know me as well as you think you do.", Nailah hissed at him rising from the chair. She was taller than Five and rather pissed. Nailah hated when people pretended they knew her. Her eyes send an ominous glow.

"Fine. I guess that is a lost hope then, too. Nice to see you've got your powers back, by the way.", Five went back to. searching the kitchen.

Nailah sighed. As much as she hated Five she love a challenge: "Fine. I'll se what I can do."

"Great. Thanks."

Luther came back and began questioning Five about how he met the Handler and Five told him and Nailah everything. Staring from him having to search for food for years until one day The Handler appeared offering him a position at the Commission.

Walking back to her apartment Nailah passed a popular breakfast stop. She contemplated getting some food but right before she could enter she spotted Vanya sitting next to a pretty handsome guy. They were laughing and clearly flirting with each other. Interesting.

Nailah decided to get some necessary stuff from the supermarket and when she finally arrived at her apartment she craved going back into the pod and surrender to the eternal blissful nothingness of sleep. Instead she just stuffed her face with cinnamon buns and made some tea. Then she gathered all of her notebooks she had taken from the house as well as those that were safely stored in her lab and sat down on the floor. She sighed heavily asking herself why on earth she agreed to modify her pod to help Five. Biting into the sweet bread she took a pen and started adjusting the equations and parameters to fit the needed model.

Five walked up the stairs. An anxious feeling was spreading through his stomach and he hated it. He knew perfectly well where this was coming from. One, he put himself under pressure to save the world. Two, he had hope that Nailah could speed up his aging process so he could go back to his old self. Passing. Klaus' room he sighed heavily to which he heard Klaus' muffled groaning. Peeking into the room Five spotted his brother frantically scratching his whole body. Upon further inspection Five even spotted some new tattoos. Slowly he stood in the doorway. "You okay?", he asked knocking.

"Yeah, I just... long night.", Klaus brushed it off to which Five hummed sceptically.

"More than one from the looks of it. Don't remember the dog tags.", Five said.

"Yeah, they belonged to a friend."

"How about that new tattoo?"

"You know, I don't totally remember getting it. As I said. A long night.", Klaus tried to wave Five off. Five only grinned widely knowing exactly what was going on.

"You did it, didn't you?", he stated more than asked.

"What are you talking about?", Klaus asked putting on some barely wearable converse.

"You know, I can recognise the symptoms, Klaus."

"Symptoms of what?"

"The jet lag. Full body itch. The headache that feels like someone shoved a box of cotton up your nose and through your brain. You gonna tell me about it?"

Klaus looked up with slight anger in his tired eyes: "Your pals, when they. broke into the house and couldn't find you, they took me hostage instead."

"And in return you stole their briefcase."

"Yeah. I thought there was money in it. Or. I could pawn it or whatever. And then I opened it...", Klaus' gaze turned empty and horrified. It was clear he had lived through something whenever he had gone.

Five didn't seem to care: "And the next thing you knew you were where? Or should I ask when? How long were you gone?"

"Almost a year."

"A year? Do you know what this means?"

"Yeah. I'm ten months older than you all now."

"No, this isn't some joke, Klaus. Hazel and Cha-Cha will do anything they can to get the briefcase. Where is it now?"

"Gone. I destroyed it. Poof.", Klaus mimicked an explosion with his hand.

"What the hell were you thinking? I needed it you moron so I could get back!", Five screamed in anger.

Klaus. just shook his head in tired disappointment and swiftly left the room. Five scoffed angrily but grabbed a pen and a piece of paper and began writing a note to Cha-Cha and Hazel.

Allison rushed along the street to Nailah's apartment. Or at least the last address she knew Nailah had lived under. She scanned the names next to the doorbells of the building. 5th floor. Apartment 5c. N. Hargreeves. Allison pressed the doorbell and after a few seconds she heard a low buzz allowing her to enter. She took the elevator up and knocked on Nailah's apartment door. The door opened and she was greeted by Nailah with her hair in the messiest formation ever in sweats and a hoodie and very tired eyes. Nailah took off her black headphones and scanned Allison unimpressed.

"Oh, it's you. Thought it was my pizza.", she said clearly disappointed.

"Hey. Can I come in?", Allison asked. Nailah shrugged and let her into the apartments stepping away from the door. Allison entered a wasteland of open books, notebooks, pens, calculations and Nailah's shabby laptop whirring loudly clearly overloaded.

"Is there anything specific you need or have you just come to criticise my apartment?", Nailah said pouring Allison a glass of water.

"Yes, it's about Vanya.", Allison took the glass with a small smile.

"Oh? It wouldn't have anything to do with that date she was on this morning?", Nailah asked.

"How do you know about that?", Allison asked surprised and Nailah just shrugged.

"Yes. I'm worried. He does not seem like a genuine person.", Allison admitted.

"So you've met him."

"Not on purpose. I've met him once when I went to get Vanya for the meeting about mom. And then again when I ran by Vanya's apartment to apologise after the attack. He was there. It was really suspicious.", Allison explained.

"So you don't trust him?"

Allison sighed: "I don't know. He's just... weird. I have a bad feeling about him."

"Alright. So what are we doing about it?", Nailah asked.

"You're gonna help me? Just like that?"

"Yeah, of course. Vanya's my sister too. Besides, I really need a distraction. Those equations are killing me.", Nailah said exchanging the sweats for black cargo pants.

"What are you planning on doing?", Nailah asked taking off the hoodie and replacing it with a brown flannel to throw over the brown crop top she had on which allowed her wound to heal better without the unnecessary constraint of clothing.

"I thought library. We can do some research on him. His name is Leonard Peabody.", Allison said grabbing Nailah's jacket.

"Sounds great.", Nailah approved tying black converse to her feet.

The sisters left the apartment. "What are you trying to figure out anyways?", Allison asked referring to Nailah's work.

"I'm going to modify my pod to age Five up."

"Really? You think it's gonna work?"

Nailah sighed:"I honestly don't know. It should, at least in theory. The biological limits of the human body are respected for this but the equations are not making any sense. I must've done a mistake this morning or it's damaging on a molecular level."

Upon seeing Allison's confused face she giggled and quickly Allison joined.

"Last time you were this quiet was when we were twelve. Ran down the stairs in Grace's heels, tripped over and broke your jaw. How long was it wired shut again?", Diego commented on Klaus' silence next to him.

"8 weeks.", Klaus sighed.

"8 glorious weeks of bliss."

"Hey, just drop me off here.", Klaus asked when they passed a veterans bar. Diego gave Klaus a weird look but listened and as soon as Klaus disappeared in the bar Diego contemplated everything that could go wrong. Of course there were way too many possibilities that countable and Diego promptly decided it would be better if he followed Klaus.

He entered the bar and spotted Klaus in front of the board with pictures, clearly crying. Diego placed a hand on Klaus' shoulder.

"Go away, please.", Klaus mumbled. "Not until you talk to me."

"You threatening me?"

"Hey, guys. This bar? It's for vets only.", an old guy said, clearly displeased with Klaus crying in front of the fallen.

"I am a vet.", Klaus announced not looking away from the picture of young soldiers. The guy only laughed at him.

"You've got balls coming in here, pretending like you're one of us.", the buy spat at them.

"Oh, I have every right to be here, just like you. Asshole.", Klaus said with anger in his voice turning around. The guy made a step forward, ready to beat Klaus up but Diego stepped in front of him: "Whoa. Hey, slow down, Marine. All right? My brother's just had a few too many. Let's just call it a day, go our own way."

The guy seemingly agreed but suddenly demanded and apology from Klaus who, being Klaus, turned it into a massive insult which ensued a fight. Klaus and Diego quickly finished it off and returned to the car.

"You got a big mouth, you know that?", Diego asked chuckling with Klaus back in the car.

"Oh, wow. What a truly shocking revelation, Diego.", Klaus responded fumbling with a small plastic bag with pills.

"Everything's just a big joke to you, right? Would you stop it? Why are you putting this shit in your body? This is weakness.", Diego knocked the pills out of Klaus' hand.

"Well, weakness feels so good.", Klaus said pulling another packet of pills from his coat. Diego hit him in the back of his head, knocking the pills away again. "What's going' on with you?"

"Don't hit me, asshole!"

"Don't tell me everything is alright because I saw you in there. You were crying like a baby!", Diego shouted at his brother.

"Because I lost someone!", Klaus screamed.

"I lost someone. The only... The only person I've ever truly loved more than myself. Cheers.", Klaus admitted and popped a pill into his mouth.

"Well, you're luckier than most. When you lose someone... at least you can... see them whenever you want.", Diego said with an empty expression in his eyes.

Right then, Diego spotted something in the car mirror. "That's our man.", he said.

"Hey, I know that guy. He and a really angry lady tortured me. I barely got out with my life.", Klaus said.

Diego send him a side glance seeing a glimpse of what Klaus must have gone through in the last day. He then started the car and followed Hazel's light blue car up until they arrived at a shabby motel.

Allison knocked at Vanya's door. The beautiful music stopped immediately and the door opened.

"Oh, hey.", Vanya said surprised.

"Hey, can I come in?", Allison asked and Vanya stepped aside. "Sorry, I really need to rehearse."

"Look, I know you're not gonna want to hear this, but I was just in the library looking up Leonard. And...", Allison said closing the door.

"What? Why would you do that?", Vanya interrupted.

"Vanya, there are records of literally everything. I mean, you look me up, there are miles..."

"You're one of the most famous people in the world.", Vanya commented still clearly upset.

"Okay. Bad example. You look up Nailah and there is still miles of information on her.", Allison tried again and Vanya scoffed.

"My point is, there should be some kind of record of him, but all I could find is a photo and his name in the phone book. It's like he didn't exist..."

"You are unbelievable.", Vanya said shaking her head. "You're trying to dig up dirt on a guy I like. Who does that?"

"Look, I've had my fair share of stalkers and creeps. I don't trust him.", Allison countered.

"You mean you don't trust me.", Vanya began packing up her violin.

"What? No. That's not...", Allison began but was cut off again: "This is not about you. And for the first time someone thinks I'm special."

Allison sighed:"I'm just worried about you."

"Well, you're not my mother. Worry about your own daughter."

"That's not fair.", Allison's voice sounded weak.

"I want you to leave.", Vanya announced.

Allison sighed heavily but listened and closed the door silently behind her. She walked down the stairs and found Nailah just as. she had left her sitting on the curb, playing with a pocket knife.

"Went that well, huh?", Nailah commented as both started to walk towards the suburban part of the city. Allison only sighed not looking at her sister.

"So. Plan B I take it?", Nailah asked.

"Plan B it is.", Allison confirmed. "And just for the record, I'm not enjoying this.", she assured.

Nailah just shrugged next to her: "I am. It's the most excitement I've had since I got woken up."

"Really? Getting nearly murdered was not exciting for you?"

Nailah shrugged again:"That's different. That's physically exciting. And draining actually. Stalking, breaking and entering is mentally exciting."

"You are so weird.", Allison shook her head in disbelief.

"Yeah, I love you too."

Nailah and Allison arrived at Leonard's house not soon after. They claimed inside through an unlocked window and began searching the house.

"Seems pretty normal to me.", Nailah said scanning the kitchentable with opened and unopened letters.

"I know. I doesn't make sense."

"Or we're just way too paranoid and he's actually harmless like Vanya says."

"How do you explain the missing records then?"

"I don't know. Maybe he's just a really private person or something.", Nailah shrugged.

"Don't look at me like that. I'm guessing just as much as you are.", Nailah raised her hands in defeat.

The sisters went up the stairs where they split up.

"Nailah!", Allison called from the corridor rushing her to come out of the bedroom.

"I think I've found something.", Allison motioned at the ceiling.

Right as Nailah was about to join Allison she heard a car pull up to the driveway.

"Shit.", she cursed.

"Allison! We need to get out of here! He's back.", Nailah whisper-shouted and worry was immediately painted on Allison's face.

They slowly walked down the stairs careful to not make a sound. They heard the door open and keys jangle. Allison stepped into. a corridor that provided a view from the kitchen but got immediately pulled back by Nailah who motioned at Leonard taking off his coat in the kitchen.

Seeing a backdoor Nailah motioned to Allison to try to open it. In the meantime Nailah balled her hands into fits and concentrated her thoughts on the little rest of heat the fireplace still had from the night before. She called for the warmth, commanded it to spread, to form a gush of wind that would distract Leonard.

The heat was hesitant at first and only when Nailah increased her concentration it began to move. Slowly, very slowly it jumped up, forming a see-through cloud of warmth that slowly danced towards Leonard. As soon as it reached him, it tickled his neck and then completely swooped over his head causing him to look into the direction of the fireplace with a worried expression.

As soon as he was out of sight Nailah let go of the heat and let Allison pull her out of the house.

"What did you do? How did you get him to leave the room?", Allison asked as soon as they far enough.

"I got the rest of the fire from the day before to form a temperature blanket and send it his way. He was probably worried the fireplace was still lit.", Nailah said.

Vanya had played without her medication. Vanya felt absolutely glorious. Vanya had kissed Leonard. Vanya had loved it.

What Vanya hadn't realised is that energy had oozed from her body when she did that. That energy was now set free, wondering around the city.

It played with Luther's shoe laces.

It disturbed Diego's knife collection.

It messed up Allison's perfect blonde curls in her sleep.

It ripped a few of Klaus' drawings from the walls of his room.

It ruffled Dolores' blouse next to Five.

It messed up Nailah's notes that were scattered all over the floor.

I caressed Vanya's bare shoulders, wondering why it had been set free.

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