#my tommy is always OOC and i will not rest until hes happy

[tomhardygf]

an equine mistake 2.7k tommy/alfie

“Peaky Blinders AU where giving someone a horse counts as a courtship tradition amongst the Romanies and not knowing about it, Alfie presents Tommy with a rather beautiful stallion. The next day he has both Arthur AND Polly at his throat. Tommy enjoys the chaos.”

this is silly and dumb and i didn’t wanna bother posting on ao3! has a lot less tommy enjoying chaos and more him being absolutely bewildered. set in a world where homophobia doesn’t exist, maybe. ft: john shelby being a little asshole, alfie being a belligerent asshole, and me dunking on ollie even when there is absolutely no need for it 💖

original prompt: (x) (ty @ohmykaspbrak ✨ ur brain is powerful and huge) ohmykaspbrak’s fill: (x) read it she’s beautiful

Tommy stood on the Garrison doorstop, blinking down at the man before him. “What’s this?” He asks, fingers itching for a cigarette, but too surprised to actually reach for one. 

“What’s it fucking look like, mate?” Answers Alfie, rope twined around his hand at least 5 times, as if afraid his charge were to bolt at any moment. “Recently acquired the bloody beast in a deal, and thought to myself, ‘right, who do I know who’ll take this thing off my hands’?”

“And you thought of me?”

Alfie waves his free hand in the air. “Yeah. It was either that, or put a bullet between its eyes.”

Tommy is still skeptical, but he takes a step forward. The horse that Alfie’s brought him is beautiful— fur black as night, with strong, powerful muscles shifting underneath. He moves closer, carefully considering the state of it’s health, but the eyes are bright and clear, the nose and mouth free of any signs of sick, its hooves well maintained, when he picks one up for inspection. It’s young, and it’s clearly been very well taken care of. Whoever Alfie had taken this horse off of had likely poured a great deal of money into its acquisition and it’s upkeep. 

“A thoroughbred,” Alfie adds, when Tommy doesn’t respond any further. “Least, think that’s what he said. He wasn’t exactly speaking straight, had something blocking his mouth.”

Tommy makes a considering noise in reply. Alfie turning up in Birmingham tugging a horse along, no car or any of his men in sight was certainly the strangest thing to happen to him that week. He’s half expecting an ambush, for the sounds of gunfire to start hailing down on them, but nothing happens. It’s just Alfie, standing in front of him, looking as out of place on the street in front of the Garrison as Tommy ever could have imagined. The man looks more and more uncomfortable the longer Tommy doesn’t respond, so he eventually takes pity on him. “Do you want to give him a name?”

“Nah,” Alfie snorts, “I trust you can come up with something suitable for the creature.” At that, he begins to unwind the rope from his wrist, holding it out vaguely in Tommy’s direction. Tommy resists the urge to crack a smile at the discomfort still evident in the man’s posture. He’s still a bit bewildered by Alfie thinking to give him what was undeniably a gift— a stallion, of all things— but he’s sure that the man hadn’t meant anything by it. 

Tommy lifts his hand to take the rope. Just as it is passing between them, the door to the Garrison swings open, John bustling his way through. He’d been in the back of the bar when Tommy’d been informed about Solomons marching down the road, and Tommy had quietly slipped out before he would be any the wiser. He stumbles to an abrupt stop at the view before him. “What’s this?” He slurs, not drunk, just confused. His eyes dart between the two men and the horse standing behind them, the look on John’s face becoming rapidly accusatory as he takes in the scene before him.

Tommy opens his mouth to speak, to give an explanation that wouldn’t make things worse for himself, but Alfie beats him to it. “Was passing through your pisshole of a city, and thought I’d stop by and drop your brother off a gift I’ve been meaning to give him.” 

John’s mouth falls open, face twisting up in a mixture of confusion and outrage. He tears his eyes away from Solomons, staring directly now at Tommy. “He brought you a fucking horse?”

Tommy moves forward, the horse following along after him, docile. Tommy switches to Romani, aware of Alfie’s presence behind him. “Relax, brother. He doesn’t mean anything by it.”

“He’d better fucking not,” John spits, partially soothed, but shoots a glare over Tommy’s shoulder at Alfie.

“How would he know?” Tommy asks, resting a hand on John’s shoulder, face purposefully clear, despite how much he’s holding in the strange urge to laugh at the situation. “He’s Jewish. Different traditions.”

“Oi,” Alfie interrupts, stepping forward now as well. When Tommy looks over to him, he’s got his chest puffed out, looking harsh and burly. “Don’t know whatever the fuck you two are saying, but I know who you’re talkjng about, alright? Enough whispering.”

John scowls at him, unimpressed with the man. But after a moment, a new expression crosses his face, something significantly more mischievous— his anger having faded, he’s fallen back into just being his little brother. “I’m going to tell Polly about this.”

“You’ll do no such thing!”

John grins, slaps Tommy on the back. He slips back into English. “Yeah, I’m going to tell her.

“John!” Tommy hisses, but John’s already ducked out and away from him, practically skipping down the street in his excitement to cause problems. Tommy sighs as he stares after him. That’ll be something to deal with.

Alfie follows his gaze, deflating a bit now that John’s gone. “What was all that about, then?”

Tommy snorts, and he lifts a hand to pat against the horse’s flank. “It’s… one of the traditions of my people,” he murmurs, his cheeks suddenly feeling a bit warm. “The gift of a stallion represents certain… expectations.”

“Expectations?”

Tommy looks up at Alfie, unable to keep the amusement out of his voice, especially at the look of bewilderment on the man. “You’ve asked me to marry you.”

*

Alfie follows him home. Or, more accurately, Alfie follows him back to Charlie’s Yard, to board the horse, and then he follows him home. He tells Alfie, as they walk, that there’s no need for him to follow— that it wasn’t as if he needed to explain to his family his intentions (or his lack of them), that him showing up will likely only make things worse. But Alfie is apparently determined to make a vaguely uncomfortable conversation into something much more excruciating. So Alfie’s there, at his back as he opens the front door, a dull feeling of dread filling Tommy as he hears John’s gleeful snickering from somewhere deeper in the house.

It was too much to hope that John wouldn’t find Polly before him. Far too much to hope that when John found her, that she wouldn’t already be accompanied by every single member of his immediate family. He turns the corner to the kitchen, five sets of eyes locking in on the two men as they enter. 

“See?” John laughs, absolutely delighted, gesturing wildly towards Tommy and Alfie standing in the doorway.

“No,” Arthur grunts, going a bit pale.

Ada and Finn snicker behind their hands, eyes wide. 

Polly just purses her lips, eyeing the two of them, considering. 

“Alright, look.” Tommy steps forward into the room, shooting his younger brother a quick glare. John, unrepentant, grins back at him. “I’m sure John’s told you—.”

“That congratulations are in order?” Polly interrupts, arching a brow.

“It’s been good weather,” Ada jumps in, still giggling a bit. “Good for an outdoor ceremony.”

“Alright,” Tommy holds both his hands up, trying to quiet them down, to stifle the laughter. “No one’s proposing to anyone, you hear me?”

Arthur lets out a sigh of relief. The rest of them keep looking amused. Polly turns her gaze on Alfie, still standing behind Tommy. “So I suppose I don’t need to ask you for your intentions with my nephew, then?”

Alfie makes one of those noises he does, that deep rumbling in the back of his throat. “Well, you could ask me, right, and maybe I’d tell you, out of respect for our dear Thomas standing over there, but I’d not be sure you’d like my answer.”

Tommy looks up, frowning. He’s always overly cautious around the man, always looking for double meaning behind his words. Is what he’s said… a threat? “What do you mean by that?”

“Well,” Alfie moves in closer, tilting his head to the side. He lifts a hand, gesturing towards Tommy standing there. “I mean, if given the opportunity, mate, I’d love to take a run at it, but if that would mean volunteering to join in on this family of yours, I’ll have to decline, right.”

The room is silent for a moment. Just for a minute, though.

“What?” Arthur growls. Ada releases a nervous bark of laughter, eyes still wide and shining with her glee. John and Finn, sitting on either side of her, have matching expressions. Tommy just… stands there.

“Jesus Christ,” Polly murmurs, and with that, she rises to her feet. There’s a sly look to her. “Tommy, perhaps you should have a chat in private with your suitor. Best of luck to you, Mr. Solomons. Heaven knows, you’ll need it.”

The Shelby’s slowly leave the room, Arthur and John seeming particularly reluctant to leave them, for very different reasons. Arthur, on his way out, gets directly into Alfie’s face, glaring, but Alfie is as unphased by threat of direct violence as he always is. 

Soon (much too soon), it’s just Tommy and Alfie stood in the room.

“What?” Tommy asks, weakly, because he still thinks there’s been some sort of misunderstanding, that he’d not interpreted what the man had said correctly, because there’s no way that Alfie actually meant it, right? Not in that way.

All Shelby’s gone, save Tommy, Alfie has the sense to look a bit more bashful than his previous bravado in the face of Arthur and Polly. “Well, wasn’t gonna just fucking… say it, alright?” He runs a large hand down his face, stroking through his beard. “Was going to be proper nice, was going to be romantic.” 

Tommy coughs out a laugh, something far more nervous than he’s normally capable of. “Romantic?”

Alfie nods, twitchy and unpredictable. “Yeah. First was the horse, right? Had to give you a gift, a signal of my esteemed interest. You’re very pretty, is the thing. Makes me want to give you gifts, daft as it is. Couldn’t decide what you’d want, was between that and a razor to sew into those silly little caps of yours. Thought that might come across the wrong way, that you’d think I was threatening to cut ya.” He sighs, eyes darting up towards the ceiling. “Should’ve just gotten you the razor. How was I to know that the horse would be as good as dropping to bended knee?”

Tommy almost blushes at the turn of phrase. Alfie, with his eagle eyes, still notices. His lips quirk up into a smirk.

“That a nice thought, Tom? I’m not as young as I used to be, sweetie, knees don’t cooperate as much as I’d like them to. For someone with a mouth like yours, though, I might be persuaded to try.”

“Alright,” Tommy holds up a hand, putting a stop to that train of thought before it can go any further. He weighs his own words over in his mind, still trying to puzzle through this unprecedented situation. “So… what exactly are you saying? You…” he clears his throat, hating it before he even says it. “You want me?”

Alfie just nods, as if he sees absolutely nothing strange about the concept, as if Tommy’s just asked him if he’d like to stay for a cup of tea. “Yeah. That’s what I’m saying.”

“Oh.” Tommy nods back at him. He bites at the inside of his lip. “Okay. You. Alright.”

Alfie studies him, something shifting in his expression that Tommy instantly picks up on. Disappointment, maybe. “You don’t need to reciprocate, lad. Just say, ‘thanks, but no thanks’, and I’ll be right on my way back to Camdentown, won’t I? Daresay I won’t even do something dastardly, like charge you an extra percentage on your goods. No charge for rejection, alright?”

Tommy snorts. “No cost for hurt feelings?”

Alfie, curiously, laughs. “Different sort of cost, perhaps. Nothing I’d hold you to, though.”

It gives him pause. He’d been well on his way to formulating his rejection, on how to say it without causing any damage to their professional relationship. It’s not that he dislikes Alfie, per say. On the contrary, Tommy finds himself thinking frequently of the man, drawn to him like he’s never been drawn to anyone else, be they friend of foe. He’s strong, and broad, and interesting, and exactly the sort of man that Tommy thinks that people would be attracted to. In fact, if Tommy thinks about it for too long, he’d say that he likes Alfie very much. It’s just his first instinct is to draw away in the face of violence and uncertainty, two things of which Alfie had to offer him in spades. Especially if Alfie weren’t all that serious about this, if he’d just like to “take a run” at him, like he’d said, that was too much mystery for too little payoff. Though it’d probably be spectacular.

But… Despite his words, Alfie doesn’t seem all that interested in something quick, a one-off. The way he’s looking at him now, as if Tommy held the fate of the world in his hands certainly seems invested. 

“Can I… Can I think about it?” Tommy finally decides on. There’s a tension between them, tension that is not unpleasant. 

Alfie nods, expression brightening significantly. He steps forward. “Yeah, yeah. I’ll let you do that.” He looks so large up close, despite not being all that much bigger than Tommy, in reality. “Suppose I’ll go now, then. Give you your time to think on it. On us.”

“Alright.” Tommy manages, the words threatening to get caught in his throat as Alfie continues to approach him. It doesn’t feel menacing. It feels playful, somehow. “Best get back to Camden.”

“Oh, you’ve no idea, treacle. Left the bakery in Ollie’s incompetent hands, you see. I’d be surprised if half of London hasn’t erupted in flames left under his supervision.”

“Ollie’s not that bad,” Tommy offers, lips twisted up a small smile. Alfie takes yet another step closer. He can feel the heat radiating off of his body, the scent of rum and smoke billowing off of him.

“He has his moments.” Alfie nods, face serious, but Tommy can see the amusement in his expression. “Think he just likes to show off, whenever you’re around. Pretty eyes like that will make a man do stranger things.”

Tommy’s smile grows. “The door is behind you, Mr. Solomons.”

“Yeah, yeah it is, isn’t it?” Alfie’s eyes flicker over Tommy’s face, as if trying to memorize what he sees. “I said I’d leave you to think about it, didn’t I?”

“You did,” Tommy nods, “was very courteous of you.”

Alfie’s beard twitches with his concealed grin. “It was very courteous of me, wasn’t it? And I’ve got to check on Ollie now. So I’m leaving.”

“You’re doing a poor job of it.”

“Alright! Alright, I’m going.” Alfie rubs a hand through his whiskers. “Just want to leave you with one more thing to think about, if that’s alright with you.”

“If what’s alright with me—”

Tommy is quickly cut off by Alfie leaning in the final few inches between them, capturing his mouth in a kiss. Alfie’s lips are warm against his, firm and insistent. There’s a hand holding onto his chin, tilting Tommy’s face in exactly the right position to be kissed properly. Tommy’s surprised by it, and surprised by how he melts, how he allows himself to be held onto, his eyes fluttering closed against his volition. 

All too quickly, Alfie darts away, ending the kiss far too soon for Tommy’s liking. He opens his eyes again just in time to see Alfie licking his own lips, as if tasting for anything Tommy might have left behind. The man’s fingers, still holding onto his chin, run soothingly up the length of his jaw before he drops the hand once again to his side.

“Alright.” Alfie grins. “I’ll be off then. You give that a bit of thought, Tom.” 

“Oh,” Tommy chokes out, body flustered and reeling from the kiss, and from Alfie’s quick withdrawal. By the time he’s managed to pull himself together a bit, Alfie’s already at the door.

The man glances back over his shoulder. He’s still smiling, looking insufferably pleased with himself. “See you soon, sweetie.” With that, he’s out the door.

Tommy stands there, listening to the door swing shut behind Alfie. He lifts a hand up to his own face, traces over the place where Alfie’s hand had touched him, then over where his lips are still tingling with the memory of the kiss. His blood pumps hot through his veins, heart racing.

He stumbles over his own feet in his haste to get to the door.

[hannya-writes]

Hihihi! I know it's kinda crazy and I just found your acc but I was LITERALLY thinking about a Marvel-SVU crossover and found yoooooou. I mean... The algorithm lead me to you. It's ✨ Destiny ✨ haha So I was wondering if you could write something Marvel-SVU kinda with Carisi x reader (i don't know if you watch agents of shield) where reader has to go UC for Shield and falls in love with him and he finds out she's Shield etc. I don't know if I'm making any sense rn I'm just really happy I found you. And now I sound creepy but it's already too late and I'm sending this.

Dear @lapaquerette : I do not watch Agents of shield, but I did my best! I swear I did! 😭 you totally made sense! But I feel like there's part of this story that are not so good, anyways~ let's get to the story!!

Title: Don't Tell anyone

Fandom: MCU and Law and order SVU

Pairing: Sonny Caruso x Reader

Other characters: no, I think no

Category: romance

Warnings: this doesn't have a happy ending bc I'm bad writing those! This is long I think.

Author's note: for a moment I thought of making this a serie, but my head couldn't stand it! I don't feel like I can picture Carisi in the right way so probably he's going to be very OOC. Also I'm not supper proud of this because I literally did what I wanted with the time line, Captain America: Winter Soldier happens in 2016 however Caruso es ADA in 2020 if I'm not wrong but in this case the events of winter soldier happen in 2020. Also there's like 2 years of difference btw WS and Civil War, and I tried my best! To make everything fit, but you know, you can kick my ass in comments.

• • •

The mission was supposed to last just a couple of days. Y/n had to pose as an assistant to the Junior ADA's why did they need assistance she didn't know, but when Nick fury assigned her there she just didn't dared to ask.

"Find out what's going on there" he had said as if it was a life or dead situation.

Pepto. That's what happened. High expectations was the other thing happening. The Junior ADA's where being pressed, running towards death case by case.

It was boring, the first two days Y/n had played "who's the jerk of the room?" She had found more than one, stress made that to people. Who cares about cordiality when they had to put people in jail? The answer was Dominic "Sonny" Carisi.

Sonny never yelled or snapped at people, he always asked nicely about papers, he said "Good Morning" and "thank you". He was a gentleman, a knight in a shiny armor. He made funny jokes even when he was struggling with a case.

Y/n had felt a weird desire to help him after just one encounter. The puppy eyes, she reasoned. After that day when he was in court she appeared there, sat and suddenly the people being cross-examined poured the truth without control or bursted in fit of rage confessing everything. She wasn't making something bad, she was helping, which she was supposed to do. No one was going to link her to those incidents. No one knew what she could do.

— copies, now — one of ADA's order her and she almost pushed the asshole and told him to do it himself, it was only a copy machine, he only had to push a button! However, Y/n was a trained spy, she had control over every muscle in her face to not make a disgusted expression at the tall and skinny man. 63 ways to kill him appeared in her head in a second.

— Sure thing — she said in a gently tone, entertaining her mind in the more horrible ways to deal with Tommy.

Tommy Parish, a bully in and out of court, linked to the Irish Mafia. He thought he was a big fish, prepotent but surprisingly brilliant. He was like a weasel. He wasn't that important. Shield wasn't interested by his night activities. They thought there was something else, something more important. Y/n didn't think so. The more interesting thing there was...

— Oh, Sorry didn't meant to...— Sonny said as he almost hit Y/n with the door.

— my fault, I was standing here like a creep — she took the guilt with a sheepish smile.

— A penny for your thoughts — he said as he walked outside and Y/n instinctively followed, as she usually followed after director Nick Fury,

— I think I'm being punished — she said while walking aimlessly, if Sonny had walked in the male restroom she would have probably followed him blindly.

— punish? For what? Did Tommy said something mean to you again? — the blond man sounded concerned and for Y/n it was refreshing, people around her tended to be more defensive around her than being worried about her well being.

— no! I think Tommy is warming up to me — Y/n said proudly — it's my umm... Dad, he send me to live here and I think is because he is mad at me —

There was a small silence, but it wasn't uncomfortable.

— why would he be mad? You are amazing! — Sonny sounded so positive and brilliant, he always seemed to have that aura around him, even in the worst cases. Y/n noticed it, and worried her when he started to lose his shine.

— in my last job, I made a mistake and people got hurt — the confession was sincere. She wasn't lying, she was omitting that those people didn't just "got hurt", they died. She had killed them.

— You are human, humans make mistakes — he said stopping in front of an embellished door. — talk later? — he asked and Y/n nodded with a smile.

•••

After a month everything still was normal. No conspicuous action, no weird people. Y/n wondered why was she there? Was she really being punished by Fury? She had made a mistake, she had chose to save a person, she couldn't know that the objective was going to detonate the whole place. She couldn't read every single thought, her brain would melt if she even tried.

— Sorry, I need to... — said Sonny pointing at the copy machine, y/n blushed for being caught spacing out, again for the 4 time in a week

— I'm so sorry, allow me — y/n extended a hand offering to make the copy for Carisi.

— don't worry, I can push a button — he said making her smile and feel weird.

— please Mr. Carisi, let me be of help — she offered tilting her head a little bit, Sonny found that little action distracting and cute enough to give her the papers he needed to copy.

He saw her move, she was so elegant even just making copies.

— thank you — he told her sighing exhausted.

— don't worry Mr. Carisi, I'll do this, get it in a folder and get it back to you, why don't you go rest your eyes a bit? — she asked with a smile, noticing his tired demeanor

— I'll do it, if you start calling me Sonny — he negotiated and she laughed whole heartedly — come on, everytime you call me Mr. Carisi I feel like you are talking to my father —

— fine, you got yourself a deal — she offered her hand and he took her in his bigger one. Sonny felt asleep with the sound of the copy machine working.

— Sonny, Sonny — Y/n soft voice took him out of dreamland, he found out in that moment that his Nickname sounded awesome from Y/n lips.

•••

From Sonny's eyes y/n was an amazing woman who was able to help everyone with their tasks, she made copies, keep archives ordered, got everything for everyone. She made time to know all of the junior's ADA's of "her room", she served coffee when needed, got them food, kept clean clothes for them just in case. She was like a mother. Sometimes she even helped them found the info they needed. She made all of that and made it with a polite smile. She had been there for like a year and their interactions where short, but he was head over heels for her.

Why? Because she got a great sense of humor, she was nice, smart, sassy when needed, had an excellent memory, she made the best black coffee he had ever tasted. She never got nervous no matter the circumstances. He didn't understand how or why was she assigned to be the "mother hen" of 7 ADA's, but he was thankful. Some days became better the moment she gave him a smile and he imagined that smile was just for him.

Sonny pinched the bridge of his nose in pain. It was past midnight and he was still in his office, working on papers. Practicing his opening statement.

— the truth... The truth....— he repeated trying to remember the next point of the speach. He grunted frustrated.

— Sonny? — the sudden voice made the attorney jump and Y/n laughed.

— Geez, doll! — he exclaimed surprised — You should use a bell — added more awake than before.

— doll? — Y/n questioned rising an eyebrow, Sonny turned red.

— Sorry, I didn't mean to disrespect you — he quickly apologized.

— you didn't, I actually like it — she admitted — I'll allow it — added in a solemn voice — with a condition councilor, only in private I don't need more gossips going around—

After saying those words, Y/n knew that she was digging her own grave. She liked Sonny.

•••

Y/n looked at her phone horrified. Nick had send her and encrypted message. Which was resumed to: You are free of SHIELD, live the life of Y/n Veith. The life he had created for her, an identity that couldn't be connected to the Spy agency. Y/n Y/l/n had died in what they called something like the purge of Hydra. He didn't needed her. He had died. Captain america had basically destroyed the corrupted SHIELD. This was her life now. She was what? a secretary? An assistant?

She should had fail with SHIELD, she should had been there with Fury, protecting him. But she didn't. She pretended nothing happened and followed his last order to her: live like Y/n Veith.

She went with the flow. Acted like everything was just fine, made a routine, followed it to the last point. Untill one day out of the blue she broke down crying in Sonny's office. He was her friend.

— what happened? — he asked on the other side of the desk, surprised that in the middle of his speech, y/n started crying. The case was difficult, a father died to protect his daughter. The teenager girl had been raped and her father was killed by the rapist. It was way more complicated but, that were the facts.

— sorry, sorry — she said cleaning her face with her hands, Sonny approached and offered her a handkerchief that she took hesitantly. — I lost, I lost him — she stuttered.

Sonny kneeled by her side, took the handkerchief and cleaned her beautiful face.

— I'm so sorry, doll — he said even if he didn't understand, Y/n felt his consternation.

— my father died — she said with a soft voice — my house burned down — she added and Sonny understood, her father adopted her, he had saved her and then lost it all. The case had hit too close to her.

— Come on, we had enough of this case — he decided getting up, taking her hands to get her to stand — I'll take you home — he said and she smiled with sadness.

— I don't want to go to my department — she confessed getting up and Sonny gave her a soothing smile.

— We can go to my place — he offered without a second intention, she nodded and they walked away from the office, Sonny ordered an Uber.

Outside of One Hogan place with a heavy heart, y/n leaned against Sonny and he hugged her while waiting for their ride, and during the ride.

Y/n fell asleep without nightmares for the first time in the 6 months after the dead of Nick. Sonny by her side, over the covers and behind a "wall" of pillows fell asleep with the image of a peaceful Y/n.

•••

Three months later, Y/n entered Sonny's little office, she said a "sorry to interrupt", the blond man stopped writing and turned to her eagerly, he tried to suppress his desire to look into her eyes but he wasn't that good at that.

He hadn't seen her in more than 14 days thanks to his overflow of cases and her being stole by homicides DA, who had discovered she was very good in investing.

She muttered a "what?" In mockery, as if the distance and time hadn't even happened and added a "I got you a donut!". A donut that he had craved since morning but wasn't able to get. He sighed a laugh, sometimes it was as if she could read his mind.

— you are life saver, doll— he sighed in relief taking the donut from her hand.

— Should I get you some coffee? — she asked with that caring tone that made him feel special.

— I would love that — he accepted as she merrily went to the coffee machine and poured him a cup and then a glass of water.

Sonny wondered about where did those pretty and elegant glasses came from, have they always been there? She left a bag in the table and walked back to him. He pretended to be working but it was hard to act when she was walking towards him with that dark red pencil skirt that hug perfectly the curb of her hips, the black blouse making contrast, hanging a bit loose over her torso.

— thanks doll — he said when she put the coffee and water in a corner of the desk, he looked at her with a smile — water? — he asked with a joking tone, y/n nodded

— yes, sir — she said in the same joking mood — I took an account of the caffeine you ingest by day, this could be dangerous for your health, so for every cup of caffeine, one of water — she explained with as much confidence as a lawyer making an opening statement.

— are you worried about me? — he was almost flirting, she blushed even if they sometimes flirted a bit.

— I worry about all of you — she pointed out and gave a mischievous smile that made Sonny blush.

— thank you, doll — he quipped with a smile, she smiled back and walked away to Parish desk, the man sat there looked down to his papers as Y/n put a bagel by his hand.

Sonny noticed how Tommy's ears got as read as a tomato and turned to look at her with adoration, the same look the other ADA's got everytime she was near. He had seen how things slowly changed with Y/n presence, at first they were rude, condescending, then they realized that she was excellent in her work. She had saved all of them more than once with little actions.

Y/n had a charming aura and some men in the office had asked her out, Tommy included, but she always turned them down, with an excellent excuse. "I'm seeing someone".

Carisi wondered who. Who was she dating?

•••

— Coffee — she announced as she took a folder and put it carefully away.

Sonny smiled and suddenly thought of Y/n lie about she seeing someone. She had never tell him about her boyfriend, he thought of all of those slice of life moments they had, the banters they have, the many times she had helped him. The times she would stay in his apartment so she wouldn't be alone.

Was he the person she was seeing?

— do you have plans for tonight? — he asked abruptly and Y/n looked at him surprised.

— I got a date with my bed, but I can reschedule — she offered with a smile, she could rest later, she had to enjoy every moment with Sonny.

— do it, I'll take you to a wonderful place — He said with all of his confidence, she giggled — after work? — she nodded contently.

— It's a deal — she said before walking away with a big smile in her face.

Sonny felt stupidly happy. It was him. She was dating him unofficially.

•••

That night Y/n tried to look as perfect as was possible in work clothes, she had refreshed herself, use a little more of make up. She was excited, she really liked Sonny and had wanted to go on a date with him, no work talk, no solving ways to state a question. She wanted to know him in a more personal way.

They sat in a table of a nice looking bar, a decent one. It wasn't pretentious, they actually served food and not just greasy fast food. She had told him distorted versions of stories with her "family and friends", (since she couldn't talk about her real life and training) like that time her father had taught her how to use a gun for her homework and she discovered she had weak fingers.

She heard about his time as a Police officer, a detective nonetheless! Sargent Benson seemed to be a very empathic person, Detective Tutuola was definitely a funny man, Amanda was for him like one more of his sisters. And Sonny discovered that she was adopted by a man called Nick, Nick Veith he guessed, since he thought that was her real last name.

She had two "adopted" sister and a brother: Maria, Natalie and Clinton. Maria was righteous, Nat was smart and sassy, Clint was funny and sometimes really annoying. Sonny thought he would get along easily with them.

They laughed between stories, they were getting fun untill Y/n felt there was something wrong. Something was about to happen. Something bad.

— Something wrong? — Y/n barely registered Sonny's voice before jumping over him yelling a "get down". A telekinetic wake made the other around people fall to the ground just in time as a rain of bullets came from the broken windows.

Sonny heard the glass breaking, people screaming in panic. Saw the bullets fly over him and the bottles in the bar breaking in slow motion. He had never experienced anything like that. The light weight of Y/n over him. And his monkey mind thought about how right that felt.

There was a "clank" from a gas' bomb, then a flash and a cloud of white smoke. People stood up and started running.

— Y/n — Sonny pulled her to see her face, he thought she would be scared, paralyzed from fear. However, when he saw her face there was no fear, she seemed confused, puzzled. — come on, we have to move —

Y/n was thinking the same, but she didn't know what was the right move: defend everyone there using her not-so-human powers? Run away and pretend to be a delicate woman, scared of the situation?

— doll? — Sonny sounded worried and in almost panic, a switch turned as boots hit the floor of the bar.

— Stay behind me — Y/n said with confidence getting up, feeling the presence of 8 people surrounding them, circling them. — and... — she looked at Sonny worried — don't get scared — she pleaded softly.

— Y/n Y/l/n surrender yourself — someone yelled and the woman felt her skin crawl, she hadn't hear her name in more than a year. It sounded good.

— is this about the accords? — She thought, aware of the Sokovia accords and what they proposed. She hadn't signed them. No one was supposed to know about her, her powers, she hadn't expected the government to notice her.

Nat? Clint? Maybe Maria had told them.

— That's right, put your hands in the air — the man ordered in a shout. Y/n closed her eyes and closed her hand in a thigh fist, making the fog disappear.

— Sorry, I can't do that— she confessed pushing the man with telekinesis. — I'm not a weapon you can use —

A new row of bullets flew towards Y/n and Sonny. A bright green light appeared in her eyes and all of the bullets stopped in the air, traces of the same light that made Y/n shine seemed to contain the little bullets like tendrills, the bullets turned in the air pointing at the squadron that was attacking her

— Y/n, no! — Sonny made her react, the tendrills disappeared and the bullets fell useless to the ground as the woman turned to see the Attorney.

— Sonny, sonny — she stuttered worried— no, no, no, no, I would never hurt them, I'm not a monster, I'm not! — she said almost in panic,not because of the attack but for the ideas Sonny could get.

Sonny saw the green and now red light form an eyes over Y/n, then monsters from nightmares formed from the light, monsters like dogs, with skulls covering the hideous animals with blood dripping from their snouts, bodies wet with a black substance. The animals roared and jumped to defend them.

Y/n saw fear in Sonny's eyes. She recognized it, a bright tendril started to form in the exact point of her heart, the fear taking form in her presence. Her hand squished the light over her chest, stopping something else to form.

He didn't know what to say. Carisi knew about the avengers, the new york incident had affected his work, he had saw everything about "ultron", he was informed about Tony Stark and the avengers every move. But he didn't know what was he supposed to say? "Sign the accords" was what he wanted to say. It was selfish for him to ask that, he couldn't do it.

— doll, you're not a monster— he finally found his own voice to say that. — but you have to go —

— Sonny, I... — the ADA put a strand of hair behind Y/n ear taking her by surprise.

— If you don't mind, I'll like to kiss you — he said making her blink in disbelief.

— yes please...— she said and Carisi smiled brightly, his large hand caressed her cheek and softly leave a tender kiss in her soft lips. It barely lasted more than a second. When Carisi opened up his eyes, everything was back to normal. Like a couple of minutes ago, right before the shooting.

In the table was a note: "Don't tell anyone" he recognized Y/n writing. He wondered if everything had been a dream, a hallucination. A part of him told him that no, that couldn't be his imagination. Y/n had left.

[bandzrus]

Tattoos (One-Shot)

Machine Gun Kelly x Reader

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SUMMARY // requested by @icalldibsonharrystylesandluke – “if your requests are open, would you consider doing some mgk one shots, blurbs or whatever? That would be highly appreciated”

NOTE // I’ll be honest and say writing this scared me because I’m not actually that familiar with MGK – I basically only know him because of The Dirt, so disclaimer for OOC behavior and incorrect information.

WORDS // 2314

TAGLIST // @divaanya @icalldibsonharrystylesandluke ((okay I am so sick of tumblr not wanting to let me tag people this is so stupid))

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              You’d started dating Colson around the same time he’d gotten the call to play Tommy Lee on The Dirt, which meant you got to come along to New Orleans with him.  It was great for you; you’d always wanted to travel there and now you got to do it with your boyfriend and watch him make what you knew was going to be a killer movie. You weren’t allowed on set all the time, but it was easy to keep busy sight-seeing around New Orleans and checking things off your bucket list.  It was even better when Colson had a day off and the two of you could do things together. But whenever you were allowed you could never wipe the smile off your face.  You’d grown up on Motley Crue and now you were watching your boyfriend bring their music back to life.  It was nothing short of surreal.  One of your favourite parts though was watching the transformation from Machine Gun Kelly to Tommy Lee.  You often spent time in the makeup and costume trailer with him, and it blew your mind.  It was weird watching your boyfriend morph into one of your idols.

              You’d help him go over lines, watch him practice twirling drumsticks, and film little behind-the-scenes stuff on his phone for him.  It was kind of a weird way to spend quality time with your boyfriend, but it was a lot of fun.  The whole trip was by far the most amazing experience of your life, but if you had to pick one thing that you loved above everything else from the trip, the times you helped Colson wash the makeup that covered his tattoos off were your favourites.  

                You beamed as Colson walked off the stage set.  You’d been watching them perform Motley songs all day for a gig scene and they were honestly incredible.  With all the screaming extras, it almost felt like you were at the real thing.  You could still tell it was weird for the other guys, but performing was like second nature for your boyfriend.

              “You guys were amazing up there!” you congratulated, throwing your arms around his sweaty neck.

              “You really think so?”

              “Yes!  You look just like the real deal, and if I didn’t know any better I’d say you were a first-rate drummer!” you gushed.

              “That was the last scene we had to film today, so we can go back to the trailers if you want.”

              “Ooo what are you implying?” you teased him, pulling back to give him a cheeky grin.  He just laughed.  “I’m just teasing, I know you’re probably exhausted.”

              “I mostly just want to get this wig and makeup off,” Colson confessed, leaning down to give you a little peck on the lips.  You nodded your head.  Giving you a big smile, he grabbed your hand and the two of you bid farewell to the rest of the cast and crew.  It was getting close to dinner time and the sun was starting to sink below the horizon, painting the sky every shade of pink, purple and orange and making everything seem golden.  You looked up at Colson as the two of you walked hand in hand back to his trailer. He had that post-show glow that you’d seen well over a dozen times.  And you had to admit he looked really good in the leather pants and jacket.  Just like a rock star.

              A few more crew members were milling around the trailers when the two of you arrived, one of them being the girl who helped style all the boy’s wigs, Cassandra.

              “Hey, you’re back!” she greeted, putting down the book she’d been reading and jumping to get the door of the makeup trailer.  “Ready to get that wig off?”

              “Yes.”

              “I’ll try to be quick so you can hop in the shower and get the makeup off,” she smiled, ushering the two of you inside.  “I’m sure Y/N won’t mind helping with that.”

              You blushed a little as Cassandra winked.  Colson just laughed and plunked himself down in the makeup chair as Cassandra went to work ungluing his Tommy wig.  Pulling out your phone, you switched it to video.

              “How’d the shoot go today, babe?” you asked your boyfriend, capturing the moment.

              “Fuckin’ rocked it!”

              You laughed as he threw up the devil horns.

              “We did so fucking good we get the day off tomorrow.”

              “Really?” you squeaked, ending the recording and putting your phone down.

              “Yup, we can go to that restaurant you wanted to check out,” answered Colson. “They’re filming some other stuff tomorrow so we’re off the hook.”

              “I guess that means on break tomorrow too,” remarked Cassandra, slowly pulling the wig off Colson and placing it on the Styrofoam head on the makeup counter.  With nimble, practiced fingers she began working at his flattened hair to get it loose for washing.  You were always amazed how flat makeup and costume people could get actors’ hair underneath the wigs.  Propping yourself up on the counter, you watched her work in comfortable silence until she was finished.  Ruffling his hair to signal she was finished, she flashed you a smile.

              “All done, pal!”

              “Thanks Cas,” said Colson, getting up from the chair.  You reached for his free hand as he waved at her with the other as the two of you left the makeup trailer.  Colson’s trailer was on the other side of the lot, but you didn’t mind the walk.  The air was still warm and any alone time with your boyfriend no matter how small was always nice.  Grinning up at him, you tugged at the sleeve of his leather jacket.

              “Think you’ll get to keep some of this stuff afterwards?” you asked him.

              “Not sure, but I’m kinda growing fond of the pants,” he replied, grinning.

              “They look good on you.”

              “You sweat buckets in them but they look fuckin’ rad.”

              The two of you arrived at Colson’s trailer and you opened the door.  It would have been dark inside, except Colson had installed one of those disco-type lights that spins around and shines little circles of colour everywhere that he always left on.  Dropping your purse on one of the seats, you watched your boyfriend shrug off the leather jacket and unbutton his leather pants. Stretching, you missed seeing all his tattoos, especially the really big piece on his back.  It was your favourite.

              “It’s so weird seeing you without your tattoos,” you commented.

              “Yeah, it still weirds me out every day.”

              “Do you want to eat something or take a shower first?” you inquired, flopping down on the couch that ran under one of the trailer windows.

              “Shower.”

              “Then pizza?”

              “Yes!”

              “Sounds like a plan,” you smiled.  You watched him tug off the leather pants and toss them onto the back of a chair before sliding open the bathroom door.  The bathroom on the trailer wasn’t huge, but it did have a shower which was pretty luxury.  Leaving it open a crack, you heard him start the water and wait a minute or two for the water to get warm.  There was the usual bumping and thumping and then you couldn’t help but grin when over the sound of water you heard him humming ‘Girls, Girls, Girls’.  Relaxing on the couch, you kicked your feet up and entertained yourself by watching the lights go around and around the cabin of the trailer.  It was hypnotic and you probably stared at them for well over five minutes before you heard Colson calling for you from the bathroom.

              “Hey babe,” he called.

              “Yeah?”

              “Mind helping me get some of this shit off?  I can’t reach.”

              “Sure.”

              Sliding off the couch, you opened the door to the bathroom.  It was all steamy and warm inside, and Colson’s boxers had been discarded on the toilet seat.  You couldn’t see into the shower because the glass was all fogged up.

              “Want to just open the door and hand me the cloth?” you asked, rolling up your sleeves.

              “The water’s gonna get everywhere if I open the door.”

              “How do you want me to do this then?”

              “The shower’s not that small, get in here.”

              “Pardon?” you squeaked.

              “Get in here!  I can’t reach and I want this stuff off!” he chuckled opening the shower door just a crack to peek his head out.  “Take your damn clothes off!”

              You could feel the heat rushing to your cheeks as you shook your head at him.

              “Oh my god,” you laughed.  “Fine!”

              Your cheeks flushed darker and darker as Colson watched you pull your shirt up over your head and wriggle out of your jeans.  Standing there in your underwear, you placed your hands on your hips and looked at him.

              “I said take your clothes off,” he said, gesturing at your undergarments.

              “All of them?”

              “Yes, all of them.”

              You bit your lip.

              “Fine.”

              Undoing the clasp of your bra, you let it join Colson’s underwear on the toilet seat before you did the same with your panties.  

              “There, you happy now?” you huffed, even though there was a smile on your face.

              “Yess,” grinned Colson, pulling away from the door of the shower so you could slip in.  There was actually more room in the shower than you were expecting, and the water was nice and hot.  Colson had cleaned off a lot of the makeup, but there were still patches on his back that you could see were still covered.

              “It’s nice in here,” you remarked, letting the warm water hit your skin.

              “It’s nicer with you in here.”

              “Oh my god, you’re being so sappy today!” you chided, grabbing the washcloth from his hand.  “Turn around so I can get this makeup off.”

              Doing as he was told, you slowly started wiping off the makeup.  It was pretty heavy duty stuff, and even though he had managed to get most of it from his front, your favourite tattoo was still hidden under the stuff.  Holding his bicep with one hand, you used your other to gently uncover his tattoos. You smiled a little to yourself as you realized how much this felt like you were unearthing dinosaur bones or buried treasure.  Rubbing the cloth over his shoulders, you carefully wiped off more of the makeup.

              “Can you rinse this?  There’s a lot of this stuff,” you said, handing your boyfriend the washcloth since he was closer to the stream of water.  You leaned into his back and rested your cheek against his arm as he wrung out the cloth and handed it back to you.  

              “Thanks for doing this by the way,” he said, planting a kiss on top of your hair that was starting to get wet.  You rubbed your thumb over his as you took the washcloth back.  It was nice to spend a quiet alone moment with him after a long day, and the hot water felt really nice.  Going back to your scrubbing, you slowly uncovered more tattoos, working your way from his shoulders down his back.  He’d been in pants all day so they didn’t paint up his legs, but everything from the shoulders down to them had been.

              Finally you got to your favourite one, the Salvador Dali piece.  Wringing out the washcloth, you squeezed next to Colson to wet it again.  You smiled up at him, your chest bumping his arm.

              “I know I’ve said this before, but I love your tattoos,” you told him, tracing one of the ones on his shoulder with your index finger.  “Especially this one.”

              You started washing the makeup off the Salvador Dali, tracing bits of it with your other fingers.  Feeling Colson shudder a little under your touch, you giggled.

              “Sorry,” you apologized, uncovering more of the piece.

              “’S okay, just tickles a bit when you do that.”

              “Is that so?” you grinned devilishly, doing it again.

              “Hey, cut it out!” laughed Colson, turning around so you couldn’t tickle him anymore.  

              “You still have makeup on you!” you protested, trying to turn him back around by grabbing him by the sides of his arms.  He wouldn’t budge.

              “Don’t fuckin’ tickle me or I’m gonna start swinging!” he warned, doing fake karate moves with a huge grin on his face.  You just laughed.

              “Fine, fine, I’ll stop,” you promised, smacking him with the washcloth. “Turn around, I’m almost done.”

              Guiding him with your hands, you went back to cleaning the remaining makeup off Colson’s lower back until the whole tattoo was uncovered.  Hanging up the rag, and tracing one last teasing finger over it, you wiggled in under the water with your boyfriend.

              “You’re such a tease!” nagged Colson, referring to your tickling.

              “Yeeaaah, but you like it,” you replied cheekily, putting your head under the water and running your hands through it.  You felt his hands come to rest on your hips.  Wiping water off your forehead, you rested your arms on his shoulders and smiled before giving him a little peck on the lips.

              “That’s it?” he asked, feigning being hurt.  Shaking your head and rolling your eyes, you kissed him again, longer this time, letting your eyelids flutter closed.  Pulling you closer by your hips, Colson kissed you back.  This was hands down the best vacation ever. Colson, New Orleans, Motley Crue; it was a dream come true.  Surrounded by steam and warm water, you peppered a few more kisses on your boyfriend’s lips before you pulled back.

              “Do you still want to get pizza, or do you want to stay in here and get pruny?” you asked him, cocking an eyebrow suggestively.  The two of you were chest to chest as warm water cascaded down your back.  You watched him think about it for a second before he answered.

              “Pizza and sweats.”

              “Really?”

              “Yeah.”

              “Okay,” you smiled.  “Pizza and sweatpants it is!”

***

This took so friggin’ long to write I’m so sorry!  I kept getting distracted by TNFT.  Plus I don’t know much about MGK so I hope this doesn’t suck.  I don’t think I’ll do any more MGK requests just ‘cause I don’t feel that comfortable writing about people irl.  The Dirt characters yes - the real guys, not so much.  

[finnofamerica]

Secrets - Racetrack Higgins X Reader

This is my first Race fic so he’s probably OOC 

Summary: Race and Y/n are best friends but they both are hiding a secret. 

Word Count: 1589

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    It was common knowledge that you were Race Higgins’ girl. Except you, y’know, weren’t. You were friends, best friends even, but nothing more than that. However, everyone seemed to think something else. It never affected you that much, aside from the boys teasing you constantly. It was your life, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

    As December descended, all anyone found themselves talking about was the Snow Ball. Which of course led to your friends hounding you about going until you finally gave in.

    “Y/n/n, what dress ya’ wearing?” Race would ask nearly every day.

    “I said I’d go, I never said I’d wear a dress.” You’d tell him every time. That wasn’t a lie, despite the blue lace dress that hung in your closet. If he really wanted to know, Smalls had seen the dress, she could tell him anything he wanted to know.

     Finally, the dreaded day of the dance had arrived. Katherine did your hair. You, Kath, and Smalls made your way to the gym where the boys were already waiting. Katherine and Smalls were sure to dazzle the room. Katherine in her sparkly red dress, Smalls in her green long sleeve and black skirt. All eyes were going to be on them for sure.

     Your heart thundered as you neared the gym. You could hear the music pounding from twenty feet away before the boys even came into view.

    Elmer saw you first, excitedly grabbing JoJo and Romeo’s attention. Romeo hit Henry, Henry hit Tommy Boy, Tommy hit Specs, Specs hit Albert, and so on until all eyes were on you girls. Jack approached first, his eyes trained on Katherine, asking for her arm and led her inside. Smalls just beamed, dragging her boys to the dance floor.

    “What are you waiting for?” Albert called to you as you slowly approached him and Race. You gave him a nervous smile.

    “I just don’t wear dresses, it feels weird.” You explained, smoothing out the skirt.

    “There is only one way to ensure a smile,” Albert extended a hand to you, “Let’s go fuck shit up.”

    You gave a laugh as you took his hand letting him lead you inside.

    Each of the boys, bless their hearts, took turns dancing with you and Smalls. Except for Jack, who was glued to Katherine’s side. It was exhausting and you were glad for the refreshments that were provided.

    You and Race were currently dancing to some ridiculous and awful song blasting through the speakers, doing equally ridiculous and awful dance moves. Laughter bubbling between the two of you. Then you caught something peculiar out of the corner of your eye.

    “Race, what color is your tie?” You asked as you were spun back into his arms.

    “Blue.” He shrugged.

    “You matched my dress!” You beamed.

    “Well, I tried. I didn’t know what shade of blue.” He admitted, shrugging again. You pulled him into a tight hug.

    “You’re more than I could’ve ever hoped for.” You whispered into his ear as he pulled you tighter.

    “Only the best for you.” He whispered back, but it was lost under the thumping of the bass. Then the melody changed. A new slow melody played through the speakers. People around you had begun to pair off; held tight in their lover’s arms.

    “May I have this dance?” Race jokingly bowed, extending his hand out to you. Your stomach fluttered as you took his hand.

I need another story Something to get off my chest

    “Of course,” You answered, your left hand resting on his shoulder and your right hand was held in his.

Life gets kinda boring Need something that I can confess

    His hand was warm against your waist. His tongue poking out from between his teeth as he found a steady rhythm. His fingers tapping against the back of your hand as he adjusted his grip.

Til’ all my sleeves are stained red From all the truth I’ve said Come by it honestly I swear

    His eyes trained on your feet for a moment, making sure not to step on you. They were beautiful and blue in the daylight. In the dark they reflected the colors of the flashing lights, changing from blue to red to purple to green to orange in no particular pattern.

Thought you saw me wink, no I’ve been on the brink, so

    You reached with your left hand, smoothing out the furrow in his eyebrows. His eyes locked on to yours, pupils were blown wide from the dark of the room.

Tell me what you want to hear Something that will light those ears Sick of all the insincere I’m gonna give all my secrets away

    “Relax, Race.” You assured. “I trust you.”

    He nodded, taking a breath before spinning you away from him and back.

This time, don’t need another perfect lie Don’t care if critics ever jump in line I’m gonna give all my secrets away

    He smelt like that dumb cologne that he got for Christmas last year, courtesy of your dad. You remembered the suit from your cousin’s wedding a few years ago. Was Race always this warm?

My god, amazing how we got this far It’s like we are chasing all those stars

    You breathed him in, remembering the nights you would walk down to the docks and just lay there just watching the stars.

Who’s driving all those big black cars And every day I see the news All the problems that we could solve

    All the evenings gathered around the television, watching the news with your dad. Arguing about things that are controversial and shouldn’t be.

And when the situation rises Just write it into an album

    And the notebook you kept in your desk drawer. An accumulative list of things that make you happy, pictures of your family.

Send it straight to gold I don’t really like my flow, no, so

    “You look beautiful tonight,” Race said into your ear as he held you close to him.

Tell me what you want to hear Something that will light those ears Sick of all the insincere I’m gonna give all my secrets away

    “Thank you,” You hummed, resting your head on his shoulder. “You look really nice tonight too.”

This time, don’t need another perfect lie Don’t care if the critics ever jump in line I’m gonna give all my secrets away

    “I’m so happy your dad decided to coach baseball all those years ago.” He confessed, “I’m so happy you, and all the others, are in my life. I don’t say that enough.”

Oh, got no reason, got no shame Got no family I can’t blame Just don’t let me disappear I’mma tell you everything

    “I’m happy we found you too.” You warmed with his words.

So tell me what you want to hear Something that’ll light those ears Sick of all the insincere I’m gonna give all my secrets away

    “Don’t tell Al, but you're my favorite.” Race joked in your ear as he swayed with you.

This time, don’t need another perfect lie Don’t care if the critics never jump in line I’m gonna give all my secrets away

    “Hey, Race?”

    “Yeah, babe?”

    “Wanna go home?” You asked, pulling your head off his warm shoulder.

    “What about ‘proper protocol’?” He made air quotes around the words without letting you go.

    “Fuck protocol, My dad trusts us.” You pointed out.

So tell me what you want to hear Something that will light those ears Sick of all the insincere I’m gonna give all my secrets away

    You walked hand in hand across the street lamp light bridge into town. A shiver running down your spine with every breeze that brushed across you.     “Y/n/n, take my jacket.” Race offered, letting go of your hand to offer it to you

    “Race, no, you’ll get cold.” You turned it down, pushing it back toward him.

    “Y/n, please.” He insisted.

    “Antonio, I don't want you to get sick.” You persisted.

    “I’m not giving up ‘til you take it.” He stared you down. You were damn useless against his puppy eyes.

    “Fine,” You too the jacket, sliding it over your shoulders, cursing his eyes under your breath. He just gave you an award-winning victorious smile. He took your hand back in his, twirling you playfully as you continued your walk. Small flakes of snow fluttering around you.

This time, don’t need another perfect line Don’t care if the critics ever jump in line I’m gonna give all my secrets away

    The house was warm and empty when you finally arrived. You could hear your father snoring on the couch as you snuck inside to the kitchen.

    Two mugs of hot apple cider in hand as you snuck up the stairs to your room.

All my secrets away

    Both mugs, now empty, sat on the desk. Your pajamas, an old pair of boxers and one of Al’s old t-shirts, did nothing to block the heat radiating off the boy next to you. You fit perfectly with your head tucked underneath his chin. It was warm and safe next to him as you fought to stay awake. Your hair had been undone and was now splayed out in a mess across the pillow. Race didn’t mind, he just buried his hand in your locks, massaging your scalp, unknowingly aiding in you succumbing to slumber.

    “I love you,” He whispered into your hair, pressing a kiss to your forehead, but you were already asleep.

All my secrets away