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part iv

October

We fell in love in October

That's why, I love fall

Looking at the stars

Admiring from afar

Hey everyone, welcome to Puck Drop Podcast. Today’s hot topic—well, it’s still the Lions. Here’s what I think. That Black Lupin two-tap was fantastic. Right, Mike?

It was, it was.

But here’s the thing—I think that’s going to make a lot of people okay with Lupin being, well, let’s be real, I might call it fast tracked to the NHL.

Fast tracked, Henry? I don’t know, the kid had all the qualifications.

Fine, fine, but I do gotta say…if Lupin doesn’t play well…what’s gonna happen then? With Coach Weasley, with Black, with the organization. I just think we’re on a slippery slope here—

“Jesus Christ, Pots,” Finn shouted. “Take my fucking eye out, why don’t you!”

James looked uneasily at the golf club in his hands. “Sorry. Wow, sorry.”

Logan just clicked his tongue. “I thought we were allowed to play golf because it isn’t dangerous.”

“That is why,” Finn said, and pointed at James. “Until this untamed, grass-bouncing, metal-swinging—”

“All right, all right,” Sirius chuckled.

“We’re drawing eyes, boys,” Remus said from his golf cart. He had his feet up on the seat and an iced tea in his hands.

Logan glanced at the party ahead of them. “Harzy, am I gonna have to buy some lady a cheeseburger from the clubhouse again?”

Finn just held up his hands in surrender.

“You know,” Leo said once Logan joined him in the cart they were sharing.

“Ouais, mon soleil?”

Leo smiled, eyes crinkling behind his sunglasses, then tapped his palm. “Didn’t think I’d ever find a golf glove attractive, and yet there Harzy stands.”

“Plaid pants and all,” Logan nodded.

“Those’re checkered, baby.”

Logan looked again. “Oh.” He shrugged. “Want to ditch and get a cheeseburger?”

Leo laughed. “Why did we come if we don’t play?”

Logan smiled, flipping his hat backwards and starting the engine. “To watch Harzy and Cap get competitive and James lose.”

Leo shook his head, then leaned back in his seat. “Loops, clubhouse, burgers.”

“Oh, thank God,” Remus said. “Bye, Black.”

Sirius raised his club. “Don’t you want to watch me win?”

“I am convinced this game can’t be won,” Remus said, and followed Logan and Leo’s cart in his own.

“The real win,” Remus said, squirting mustard onto his burger. “Would have been not getting up at seven in the morning to trip over sprinklers.”

“Preach,” Leo nodded. “Hey, what are you and Cap thinking for Halloween?”

Remus chewed thoughtfully. “Haven’t really started thinking yet. You?”

Logan snorted, stealing the mustard. “Knutty’s obsessed.”

“What?” Leo said. “I was a lonely rookie last year! Now I’m a…” he glanced around. “Non-rookie.”

Logan’s heart pulled at the correction. He nudged his knee against Leo’s beneath the table and felt Leo nudge back. Remus seemed to catch the brief silence.

“Watch Sirius make me dress up as the Stanley Cup,” he said.

Logan laughed. “Non, you’ve never won it, you can’t touch it. He’ll be the Cup, you’ll be him.”

Remus wrinkled his nose. “That’s disgusting.”

“I’m with Lo. He’s too superstitious,” Leo said. “No way.”

Remus gestured between them. “Three Musketeers?”

“Finn and Leo with a sword,” Logan said skeptically.

“What?” Leo smirked, resting a chin on his palm. “You don’t trust me with a sword?”

Logan snorted, pushing his palm into Leo’s cheek.

The doors to the club house restaurant sprung open.

“Victory is mine!” Finn shouted, and actually spun on his heel in a complete circle. “Victory is mine.”

Sirius slouched dejectedly into their booth beside Remus.

“Sorry, baby,” Remus laughed.

“Apparently he drinks from the keg of glory,” James sighed.

“It’s a quote,” Leo laughed.

“Muffins,” Finn grinned. “Bagels. Actually, burgers will do.”

Logan watched as Finn reached over and grabbed a fry from Leo’s plate and a bite of Logan’s burger. It was something they had started doing a lot—a public closeness they could always get away with. Finn unstrapped his golf glove slowly and close to Sirius’ face, who slapped it away.

“You’re not going to dress up as the Stanley Cup, are you?” Remus asked, turning his plate so his fries were in Sirius’ reach.

Sirius took his hat off to push his hair back before replacing it again and grabbing a fry. “Quoi?”

Remus looked at Leo and shrugged.

“Harz, do you trust me with a sword?” Leo asked Finn.

Finn smiled, dropping his voice low and flashing that crooked smile Logan had always fallen for. “You know I do.”

Logan just sent his eyes towards the sky, but his chest warmed at the smitten look Leo got, too, and he hailed a waiter for more food.

“Damn,” Finn said as their front door shut behind them. “Who said it was a good idea to go golfing in October? What do you say I mix us up some nice whiskey-warming manhattans?” He tossed his keys down and wrapped Logan up, arms around his waist and pressed a quick and hard kiss to his mouth. “Extra cherries for you, mon cherry.”

“Chéri,” Logan corrected, but he smiled into Finn’s next kiss, which was much gentler.

“Please,” Leo said, flopping down onto the couch. “That was the longest day of my life.”

“I can make it up to you with the longest night of your life,” Finn said, resting a cheek on Logan’s head. “Or we can.”

Leo smiled and stretched a little sleepily, pointing his toes. “I’ll take my whiskey first.”

Finn snorted and tweaked Leo’s socked feet. “You got it.”

Logan slid into a seat at their countertop. “Remember those ones at that bar you found in, where, were we visiting my family in Canada?”

Finn, reaching into the bar cupboard he kept meticulously organized, let out a whiskey. “I’d give that bartender anything she wants for that recipe.”

Logan sent Leo raised eyebrows, who snorted and looked back.

“Oh, would you now, O’Hara?” Leo laughed.

Finn looked up from scooping ice from the freezer. “Almost anything. Although, she was beautiful. Reminded me of this girl I dated for a second in college. Remember Hannah, Lo?”

“Oh, I remember Hannah,” Logan grumbled, and Finn kissed his fingers before reaching cross the counter to press them to Logan’s forehead. Logan just smiled—and he could smile about it now, sometimes—and patted the stool beside him with a look at Leo.

Leo pulled himself up with big eyes. “My crush wants me to sit next to him.”

Logan took out his phone with a playful glare. “You’re both sarcastic today.”

“It’s the golf,” Leo said dryly and slid into the seat next to Logan. “And you’re sweet.”

“I just like it when we all sit together,” Logan shrugged.

Leo laughed, hooking his feet around the legs of Logan’s stool to pull him closer. “How is someone so lovingly grumpy?”

“Please,” Finn said, stirring their drink. “Look at him. He uses it to get affection.”

Logan just smiled and reached for one of the crackers Finn put out before holding it up to pop into Leo’s mouth.

Finn sighed as he poured their drinks. “All right, I know golf’s not your thing. Thanks for coming with me, though.”

“Believe me,” Leo said. “It was worth it, you cocky golf glove.”

Finn snorted.

“Plaid,” Logan nodded.

“Checkered,” Leo amended.

“Ouais. Same thing.”

“No,” Finn said, looking up from their drinks, and Logan grinned, wrapping his arms around Leo’s waist.

“Non?” he asked.

Finn just slid their glasses towards them. “You’re fucking with me, Tremblay. Now, cheers to…”

Leo raised his glass, the other hand playing with the hem of Logan’s shirt. “Ring ceremony in a few days.”

Logan eyed the syrupy cherries at the bottom of his drink. Finn had given him two. He took a sip and let the thick sugar settle over his tongue.

“Can we display ours?” Finn asked, leaning his elbows on the counter. “All three in a row. I like that.”

Leo winced. “So many diamonds.”

“Why are you flinching at that?” Logan laughed.

“I don’t know, it feels flashy?” Leo took another sip.

Logan just pressed his nose against Leo’s jaw. “We deserve it.”

Leo smiled and turned into it, accepting a soft kiss.

“Jesus, Harz, how much syrup did you put in his drink?” Leo said, but gave Logan another quick peck.

“Probably not enough,” Finn laughed, and came around the counter. “I need to sit, my golf muscles hurt.”

“Right, those big things,” Leo said.

Finn just gave his own butt a tap and fell into their oversized couch. Even with all the space, they all still ended up pushed up against each other in one corner. Logan loved that more than he’d ever said out loud.

“Sweatshirt,” he said, and dropped another kiss to Leo’s cheek, took another sip of his drink and padded out of the room. He let his belt clink to the floor along with his pants and yanked his polo shirt over his head. His necklace got caught briefly in one of the buttons. He turned when two hands pressed to his hips from behind.

Leo pressed a kiss to his shoulder, then the top notch of his spine. “Want one of mine?”

Logan leaned back against him. “Ouais, thanks.”

But Leo didn’t move right away, just wrapped Logan up tighter. He pressed his nose into Logan’s neck and inhaled. Logan reached back and up, scratching at the hair that curled against Leo’s neck.

“Can I ask something?” Leo said, words muffled by his skin.

Logan stayed where Leo obviously wanted him, fingers kneading the back of his neck gently.

“Do you think coach is gonna start me?”

“In the opener?” Logan asked, and Leo hummed.

“Kasey thinks so,” he said. “Because it’s Bruins and I play okay against them.”

“You kill against them,” Logan said, and Leo finally pulled back with a last squeeze to Logan’s hip. He was quiet as he found the sweatshirt he knew Logan liked, and tossed it to him.

“Leo,” Logan prompted after he’d pulled it over his head.

“I know, I know,” Leo said, and smiled, rubbing a hand over his face. “God, I love the way you say my name.”

“And you call me the subject changer,” Logan raised an eyebrow.

“I just don’t think he will,” Leo said, crossing his arms as they walked back out to the living room. “I mean, I wish. I hope.”

Finn was sprawled out across the couch. He’d brought Leo and Logan’s glasses over and Logan took another sip of the warm whiskey before curling against one of Finn’s sides, Leo stretching his legs into Finn’s lap.

“What’s happening?” Finn asked, thumb rubbing against Leo’s ankle, knowing they got sore.

“Just thinking about the season,” Leo said. “Kasey said he thinks I’ll start. I can’t imagine why.”

Finn frowned. “Well, if Kasey was gonna be gone, he’d be gone. With the thigh, with the crazy off-season. I mean, the League’s shifting around there’s no doubt about that. I think it’s calming down now, though.”

Logan curled closer to Finn, reaching out for Leo’s foot, too, tracing the shape of the nike logo across the top of his sock.

“And Kase’s the starter,” Finn said. “That’s what the organization knows, that’s what the city knows. I…I say this with all the love for your skill, baby, but I’d be surprised if it isn’t Kasey.”

Leo nodded. “No, don’t worry, that’s what I think, too. I just…”

He trailed off and Logan gave his ankle a tug, making him sit up.

“Go ahead,” he said.

“Is this about bench time?” Finn asked.

Leo groaned. “I feel like such a fucking whiner saying it.”

“You can say literally anything to us,” Logan said, then smiled. “Leo.”

Leo just flopped his cheek against Finn’s chest.

“Maybe you’ll feel a little better once we get our rings,” Finn laughed, fingers running through Leo’s hair. “I know I will. I feel like…” Finn hesitated. “I don’t know. Every time I think about our ring, and our Cup days…I feel like I’ll never play the same again.”

Logan made an affirmative sound. “Yeah.”

“Really?” Leo mumbled.

“Nervous,” Logan nodded. “It all feels different. I thought it was Loops for a bit, but…Harzy, you’re right, I think it’s the Cup. I feel…I want it all over again, but it feels impossible.”

“I also…” Finn hesitated, stroking his hands through Leo’s hair a few more times, watching the blond curls slip through his fingers. “I loved our summer so much. I feel sort of guilty but…I miss it.”

Leo let out a soft laugh. “Thank God, me, too.”

“We get more of those,” Logan said, and it felt a little defensive.

“I feel selfish,” Finn said thoughtfully. “I have everything I want, and I want it again.”

“That’s not selfish,” Leo replied. “I think…I think that’s just human.”

Logan thought of the picture in Finn’s pocket and Harvard parties. He thought of long nights on the road, laughing with Leo over their sundaes. Logan had both wanted that over and over, but it had felt a little like poking himself with the tip of a knife over and over, too. He closed his eyes and let himself listen to them talk. Finn was agreeing, and then Leo was laughing. They ordered dinner for delivery, the Greek place down the street, and then sat in each other’s silence. Logan could tell Leo was still thinking about the season, watching the city lights out the window with Logan’s head in his lap. Logan stared up at him, at his blue eyes, dark in the dim light. His jaw would twitch every once in a while, a muscle clenched. Finn had a book open, slouched at the other end of the sofa.

Leo probably wouldn’t sleep well tonight, but sometimes Logan looked forward to their time in the dark together. Ankles tangled, eyes closed but knowing the other one was awake. They’d talk sleepily about the next day, until Logan decided enough was enough and he’d pull Leo against his chest, tucking the taller blond’s head beneath his chin for once.

Leo would hum contently. “What did I do before you, hm?”

Logan would smile. He used to listen to Leo toss and turn from one bed over, and now there was this. He loved that like air, too.

“Hey, rookie! Hold the door?”

Cole turned to see Thomas and his crutches, which seemed familiar now from him always sitting on the bench during practice. He was flanked by two people who could only be his parents.

His mother hit him lightly on the shoulder, laughing. “He’s got a name, Tom.”

“Hey, man, of course,” Cole said and looked down at Katie, who was holding his hand. “Gotta switch hands, okay?”

“No, I can do it,” Katie said, and flattened her back against the door. “Does it hurt all the time, Talkie?”

Thomas smiled down at her. “No, not all the time.” Thomas looked up and sent Cole one of his bright smiles. “Thanks. Sick tat, by the way. I don’t think I’ve said, but I’ve thought it.”

Cole’s hand instinctively went to his collarbone as he let the door to Olivander’s Hotel swing shut behind them. “Thanks. It’s my number.” He huffed out a laugh. “I mean, obviously.”

“I’ve been thinking about getting one,” Thomas said, and wedged a crutch under his arm and tapped the center of his chest. “Not sure where, but I like the chest as a place to start.”

Cole smiled, nodding. “I—me too. Yeah, maybe we could…like, go together, or something. I was reading some stuff about the best places, and also Nado was telling me. Well, trying to tell me.”

Thomas laughed. “Kuny kept interrupting?”

Cole laughed, too, nodding. “In Russian, though.”

“That sounds like Kuns,” Thomas said. “And yeah, man, I’d love to. Do you have any ideas?”

Cole shrugged as he and Thomas showed their IDs, the Dumais’ and Walkers chatting behind them. “Hopefully something about Lord Stanley one day, but right now…maybe something for my mom.”

Thomas nodded. “She coming today?”

Cole nodded, not able to help his smile, turning his phone over in his pocket. “Her flight was delayed but she shouldn’t miss anything.”

They walked through the lobby, joining much of the team that was already there. The large round tables reminded Cole of a wedding, and the stage was set with a podium for speeches with the numerous ring boxes behind.

“Cole!” came a familiar voice, and Cole spun around to find his mother walking through the double-doors, as if talking about her had made her appear. He wished he had that power. Blake Reyes was in her usual bright colors, her dark hair slicked up into a bun that let her tight curls spill over her forehead like bouncing bangs.

“Be right back,” Cole said, and Thomas nodded, tapping his shin with his crutch.

“Mom,” Cole grinned, and wrapped her up tight. He’d been taller than her for years, but it still felt strange. The soft curves of her were familiar, though. “You made it. Okay flight?”

“Yeah, yeah, read my book,” she said, and pulled back to look around. “This place is nice. How are you, baby?”

“Olivander’s Hotel,” Cole said. “Apparently different places were fighting to have the ring ceremony. I’m fine.” He shrugged. “Feels kind of weird being here.”

“Maybe you’ll be getting one of those rings next year, hm?” she smiled.

“Maybe,” Cole laughed, and then, more timidly, asked, “Dad?”

Blake’s expression tightened, eyes sad. “No, sweetheart. I…I’m sorry. He’s…”

“You don’t have to explain,” Cole gave a short shake of his head. “It’s fine.”

“It’s not,” she sighed. “But it’s…”

“Come on,” Cole said. “I’ll introduce you to Dumo and Celeste.”

His mother grinned. “Oh, my shy boy is growing up.”

“Shh,” Cole laughed. “Don’t say that to Sirius Black.”

“Say what to Sirius Black?”

Sirius strode beside him, hand in hand with Remus. It was Remus who had spoken, and grinned now, and Cole flushed at the good-natured chirp. Sirius just offered a shy hand to his mother.

Cole had a wave of surreality wash over him for what felt like the thousandth time as he watched his mother say call me Blake to Sirius Black, who he’d had on his wall for God’s sake.

It happened all anew once they were ushered into the ballroom for the presentation of the Stanley Cup champion rings. The team and management had been called up one by one, but they opened their boxes together. Cole wouldn’t get one, but he leaned over to see Finn’s, whose mother seemed to love his own, their heads bent close together, giggling. The ring was square in shape, too big to be worn on any practical day, and covered in small diamonds, some stones colored red and black to make the Lion. The golden band was engraved with name, number, year, and, of course, champion. The word took the air out of the room.

Finn blew out a shaky, awed breath, and Cole watched him look up, something like tears in his eyes. When he followed his gaze, Cole found him looking at Logan. It made sense, and made Cole even happier for the team. Finn and Logan had probably been dreaming of this since their college days together. Cole looked back at Finn to ask him about it, when Finn mouthed something that, to Cole, looked very much like the words love you.

Cole blinked, but Finn was leaning his chair back on two legs, then, whistling two notes that got Leo’s attention. Leo, who was crying—an act that made him look even more like his dad, sitting beside him and crying, too—let out a wet laugh and wiggled his fingers at Finn which he had put the heavy ring on.

“One day, huh, Cole?”

Cole looked at Mr. O’Hara, who was smiling kindly at him.

“Oh, yes,” his mother answered for him. “One day.”

One day. Cole wanted to believe it.

Well, folks, here we are. We here in the studio welcome you to The Lions pre-game show. Dean, opening thoughts?

Well, we’re up against the Bruins, who had a phenomenal season last year. And, of course, we’ll see some fun rivalries tonight. Marchand has never been a Gryffindor favorite.

Is he anyone’s?

Ha, all right, there, Lee, all right. The real point is we’ll have a full stadium, and this game is ready to set the tone for the season. I’m ready, Lee, are you?

Oh, you bet.

Sirius found Remus sitting with Layla, legs swinging slightly from his perch on the PT bench. Worry tweaked through him at first, until he realized that they were laughing together.

Sirius knocked lightly on the door. “Hi.”

Layla looked up, still mid-laugh. “Oh, hey, Cap, come on in.”

“Just wondering where you went,” Sirius said, leaning beside Remus.

Remus shrugged, looking around the room. “I don’t know, this is where I spent every other pre-game. Felt right, I guess. I was coming back soon.” He knocked their shoulders together playfully. “You left your stretches to come find me?”

Layla made a cooing noise as she opened the door. “Gotta get this to Kasey, be right back.”

Remus’ expression morphed into one of concern. “Is it the—”

Layla put up a hand to stop him. She pointed to herself. “PT,” then to Remus. “Winger.”

Remus looked sheepish. “Right. Sorry.”

Sirius sent her a smile, but looked back to Remus. Remus pulled him in closer, allowing Sirius to be boxed in by his thighs.

“It’s a big night,” Sirius said, and pressed a light kiss to his mouth. “A good night. I wanted to be by your side.”

“Bruins,” Remus whistled lowly. “Let’s take ‘em.”

Sirius laughed, squeezing his hips. “I thought you were going say you’re worried.”

“What, about an original six team?” Remus laughed. “We’re the Lions.”

“Coach might put us out there together again,” Sirius said. “After pre-season.”

Remus ran his hands through Sirius’ hair. “My mind-reader.”

Sirius smiled, leaning forward to nip gently at Remus’ lower lip. “What am I thinking now?”

“That this is not your office, lovebirds,” Lars’ voice came. Sirius turned to look, only to see that he wore his usual strangely soft-stony expression. “I believe that’d be the front of the net for you, Black.”

Remus laughed, sliding from the table. “Sorry, man, we’ll get out of your way.”

Lars just looked down at a chart he held. “Black, stay a minute?”

Sirius paused, glancing down at Remus. “Uh, sure.”

Remus sent him a quick smile and slipped out the door.

“What’s up?” Sirius asked, crossing his arms.

Lars folded the pages of the clipboard back and set it on the counter. “I was trying to get you earlier, but it says there that you utilize the sports psychologist.”

Sirius nodded. “Yeah. Heather’s been a big help to me.”

Lars nodded. “I’m not here to violate any confidentiality, I just need to know if you’re still with her regularly. This chart stops a few months before Lupin left. Is that correct?”

Sirius tilted his head. “Why do you…”

“If something happens, I like to know who is familiar with her and who is not, that way I can know who I can help and in what way. Mental health is just as important as physical health.”

That made Sirius relax a little. “Not as regularly, no.”

“Great, thank you,” Lars nodded.

Sirius offered a slight smile as he slipped out the door. Lars was direct and to the point in a way that often came with a new job. It reminded Sirius of Remus’ first days with the organization, trying to be as professional as possible. It was true, he hadn’t seen Heather over the summer at all, nor too much once their Cup run had begun. He smiled a little when he realized that he missed her.

Remus was strapping his pads over his bare chest when Sirius entered the locker room. He raised an eyebrow, and Sirius flashed him a thumbs up. James was talking to Thomas as he laced up his skates, Thomas gesturing with his crutches.

Sirius, finished with his routines with his eyes passing around the room. He found himself nervous in a way he hadn’t been for a few years now. The season after a Cup win was always strange for any team. He felt the old sting of you did it once, do it again. They way he used to feel about goals—about any good thing. That it only mattered if he could repeat.

He blinked against the onslaught, it brought heat to his cheeks.

You did it once, do it again.

“Hey,” James’ voice cut through, his hand on Sirius’ shoulder.

Sirius looked over at him, panic beginning to tickle his throat. He took a slow breath through it. “Quoi?”

James dangled his phone by two fingers like an enticing treat. “Want to see Harry pictures?”

Sirius’ mouth lifted. He scooted over a little in his stall, leaning in. He put his hand over James’ and squeezed. “Yeah. Ouais, please, I do.”

They made it through four before James looked over at him, contents replacing his glasses for the game.

“You’re good,” James said. “We’re all here.”

Sirius could only smile back.

Remus pushed away the nerves and let the crowd wash over him as, side by side with Cole, they took their first laps around Hogwarts stadium. It was their home opener.

Remus had only dreamed of this.

“Pretty perfect,” Cole shouted over the noise, and they grinned at each other before each shooting a puck into the empty net.

Before the game could begin, they would hoist the banner for their Cup win into the rafters to accompany the two others, won in 1941 and 1970. Hogwarts dimmed its lights, Remus stood between Sirius and Pascal, keeping his muscles warm, and a video began to play on the big screen.

“You know,” Pascal’s voice filled the stadium, much to the delight of the fans. His kind face appeared on the screen in an interview chair, the Lions’ logo out of focus in the background. He shrugged a broad shoulder and scratched a hand idly through they graying scruff on his cheek. “I wait for this all my life, and then I want more,” He let out a short laugh. “I’m the old guy, non? I love to succeed with my friends, my family.”

Logan was next, green eyes shy and watchful. Looking at him, you’d never guess at the fire beneath.

“It’s…” he began, and shifted in the way he did in front of the cameras. “It means more because of our team. We were lucky that it’s mostly the same guys this year.” A smile, a glimpse of fire. “Let’s do it again.”

The stadium roared and continued to do as Sirius appeared next. They’d filmed it a few days after all of the celebrations had ended, hoping to catch everyone before they left for vacation.

“It was everything to be asked to wear the C,” Sirius said. “And this team…I’ve changed a lot with them. Each and every one of them deserves this more than anything.”

“Proud Captain!” Finn’s voice could be heard off-camera, and then Remus heard his own laugh. He hadn’t even known he was going to be a Lion at this point.

Sirius shrugged. “Ouais? Yes, yes, of course.”

James, glasses winking in the camera’s lights, talked about his family, and then the banner was being raised to the cheers of the stadium, fans pounding on the glass. Remus spared one glance to the Bruins, who had to sit silently on their bench through it all, but just smiled.

He wanted a Cup. He wanted it on the ice this time.

The national anthem played, and Remus felt Sirius’ presence close to his back, even while he watched Finn drape his usual hand over Logan’s shoulder.

“Mon Loup,” Sirius whispered.

Remus turned his head slightly.

“Love you.”

Remus smiled. The words were just breath, most likely Sirius wanting the moment to be private, to avoid the camera reading his lips. Remus turned fully around as the lights came up, just before Sirius was due to jump the boards for a face off.

“Love you,” he said, and Sirius grinned.

Bergeron won the first and carried it easily up towards Kasey, only for Olli to intercept his pass. Sirius caught it on his stick, shot it to James—

Coach called his number, along with Jackson’s and Evgeni’s.

Remus hopped the boards and the whistle blew.

“Too many men!” the ref shouted with his crossed arms.

Remus blinked, coming to a stop. He looked back towards the bench, where he was being motioned back.

“Eh, confused there, Lupin?” Marchand called, which got him a hard shove in the back from Evgeni.

“You confused,” Evgeni said in his deep voice, and the whistle blew to re-set.

Remus tried not to blush as he skated to line up for the face-off, but he was surprised. He’d looked, hadn’t he? He hadn’t misheard? It was a bad change, that was all.

Evgeni won it, but Remus flubbed his pass and Pastrnak scooped it up the ice and scored an early goal in Kasey’s glove.

Remus closed his eyes briefly, then flashed them open, hoping the camera hadn’t caught it. Hockey was fast.

Remus took a slow breath as Coach called him off the ice as quickly as he had been put on. As he slid onto the bench he felt Arthur give him a hard, encouraging thump on the back. That still wasn’t how he wanted to open his season, his career as a Lion.

“Loops.”

Remus looked up and accepted the helmet bump from Finn.

“I’m good,” Remus said. “Little startled, I guess. I’m fine.”

But he played three more shifts in the first.

The locker room was normal, buzzed off of the adrenaline, and Remus sat down in his stall, trying to ignore the way James and Sirius were dripping with sweat and he wasn’t. He sent Sirius a smile but otherwise kept his head down, not really wanting to talk. He remembered this from college. Everyone called him levelheaded, but he was as bad as Sirius was when it came to emotions on the ice—even if he hoped he hid it well.

“Yo.”

Thomas eased himself down into his stall beside Remus with a grunt, and propped his crutches beside him.

“Hey,” Remus said, then, unable to help himself—it was Thomas, after all—asked, “Did it all look as bad from the box?”

“Re, it’s your first shift of your first NHL game,” Thomas said, slinging an arm around Remus’ shoulders. “The big lights get everyone. Even Remus Lupin.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Remus said, running a towel over his face. “I don’t know.”

And he didn’t. He glanced towards Sirius, but he wasn’t looking at him, determinedly re-tying his skates and still talking to James. Remus didn’t want to say he’d expected some comfort, but he didn’t much like the the silence, either.

Thomas clapped him on the back. “Worry just makes it worse, yeah?”

Remus nodded. “Yeah, my specialty.” He smiled. “I’ll be fine. It’s just one game. Thanks, T.”

Remus rose as they were called back out onto the ice, pushing his helmet back on and lingering a bit to take his place just in front of Sirius. He watched as Sirius hyped his team up, cracking jokes and tapping sticks. The perfect captain. Remus reached him with a strange feeling. It wasn’t until Sirius’ eyes found his that he realized he felt like he’d let Sirius down. He blinked, startled, heart beating quicker with the added nerves of not wanting to feel that way.

Sirius just smiled, softer, his smile saved only for Remus, and pressed their foreheads together.

“Love you,” Sirius whispered.

“I’m sorry,” Remus blurted, and that hadn’t been what he meant to say.

Sirius’ expression immediately morphed into one of concern. “Re, non…” he glanced at the staff lingering about.

Remus didn’t want to talk about it here, not where people could hear.

“Love you,” he said, and ducked through the tunnel.

Remus was ready for October to be over. He tried to breathe through it—this happened sometimes, slumps were part of hockey—but the timing couldn’t have been worse.

Marlene tried to keep him away from the worst of the press, and Remus tried not to look, but she couldn’t stop what reporters he did do media with from asking the hard questions. How did he feel about his performance? Or, the even worse occasional one—how did he think Sirius felt about it?

If someone asked Sirius that, he went back to his unreadable, stony expression and gave them nothing. Remus only wished he had such a poker face.

“Re,” Sirius called from the bedroom. “Almost ready?”

Remus took a breath and tried to push thoughts of hockey away, laughing a little at himself in the mirror.

“If you are.”

“Really really not ready,” Sirius laughed and entered their closet. He let out a groan. “I knew I was going to find this hot.”

“I am not,” Remus said. “Jeez, it’s ridiculous.” He turned this way and that, looking at his swede, fringed pants, cowboy boots, and wide brimmed hat. “The vest, too. Now you on the other hand…”

Sirius sent Remus a sheepish smile and looked down at his Captain America costume. “I was going for irony.”

“Nothing ironic about Canada’s ass.”

Sirius rolled his eyes, but he was blushing as the doorbell rang downstairs.

Remus turned away from his reflection and looped his arms around Sirius’ neck for a hard kiss. “Show time, Captain.”

“Oh my god,” Remus heard Finn say over the kids’ halloween movie and the chatter from the kitchen as he swung the front door wide to his and Sirius’ house. “Oh my god, what is it with the PTs and the ref outfits? Remus, come look.”

Remus arrived in the entrance hall to Layla narrowing her eyes playfully—indeed dressed in an oversized referee shirt and cute, flared black jeans.

“We don’t get all the days off you guys do. Maybe its a lack of free time. Not to mention—” she rubbed her fingers together.

Finn laughed. “All right, point taken.”

“Come on in, Layla,” Remus said. “Ignore him.”

“Okay, cowboy,” Layla said, looking Remus up and down. “Damn.”

“Nothing for me?” Finn said, and spun in a slow, cocky circle, the black and yellow stripes of his costume, and his antennae bouncing.

Layla snorted, shaking her head. “What the hell are you?”

Finn looked offended. “I’m a bumble-bee. And Leo's the beekeeper, and Lo’s honey. Can’t miss him, he’s got a big, round foam honey jar on.”

“Ah,” Layla laughed. “Of course.”

“Come on,” Remus said. “I’ll get you a drink.”

Layla whistled as she followed him into the kitchen. “This house is huge.”

“Sirius bought it without a clue of what he wanted,” Remus said. “I’ve been trying to warm it up a bit.”

“It’s working,” Layla said, looking at the pictures that lined the walls. She pointed to the one of Sirius kissing Remus with the Cup. “God, I love this.”

Remus smiled, the memory flooding him with warmth. “Me, too.”

“Ooh,” Natalie, leaning back against Kasey’s chest, raised her glass to Remus. “Ride ‘em, cowboy.”

Remus fixed her with a wry look. “Are you going to say that every time I walk into a room?”

Natalie, sparkling in her finger-curls and 1920’s flapper dress, flashed a smile. “Yes.”

“She starts talking in an old Hollywood voice every time she sees me, so,” Kasey, looking broad in his old-fashioned suit, shrugged. “She’s not lying.”

Layla laughed. “I mean, I would, too, if I was dressed like that.”

Natalie grinned and walked over to loop her arm with Layla’s. “Let’s go see what movie the kids are watching now.”

“Yes,” Layla gasped. “Booze and Holloweentown.”

Remus watched the way Kasey looked after Natalie fondly as the girls disappeared.

“All good?” Remus asked, popping himself another beer.

“Hm?” Kasey looked up. “Oh, yeah. Just…looking. She’s leaving soon, for a couple weeks, to go see Alex.”

“That’s sweet. I’m sure he misses her.” Kasey came to lean against the counter beside him with a long sigh. “Sometimes it feels like all we do is miss each other.” He paused, biting his lip. “Do you…do you ever feel like you have everything you’ve ever wanted, but that you’d still change something? Like…like there are multiple versions of your life that include certain things and not others…but you’d still have everything you’d ever want?”

Remus’ smiled a little. “I…I think I’ve lived that. I lost hockey for a bit…but I got Sirius.”

Kasey smiled. “Oh, yeah.”

“Feel lucky you feel that way,” Remus said. “I’m not sure its as common as we think.”

“Speaking of,” Kasey said. “Where’s your everything-you’ve-ever-wanted?”

Remus laughed loudly. “Uh, hmm.” He looked around, not actually sure of the last time he saw Sirius. “I don’t know. You’d think I’d remember the last time I saw those spandex.”

Kasey laughed too. “I’d think so.”

Remus pushed up. “I’ll find him.”

“Let him know dinner’s soon!” Sergei called from the back door. It let cool air in from where he was checking on the ribs, Celeste beside him with a martini, seemingly inspecting his BBQ sauce.

Remus watched Sergei wave her off, claiming it was secret, before turning up the stairs. He thought for a moment before turning towards their bedroom and smiled to himself when he saw the door was clicked open.

“I thought I might find you up here,” Remus said, setting his cup down. He looked around the small room. The shelves were empty of stray photographs now. Remus had hung them up all around the house as a surprise, and Sirius had come home one day to a hallway, living room, and kitchen full of them.

Sirius looked up from where he was sitting on the bed—just where he’d been sitting that night, one year ago. He’d left his shield somewhere—no doubt with Adele—and was turning a beer slowly between his palms.

“Just thinking,” Sirius said, then motioned down at the bed. “Sit with me?”

Remus settled close to him, and Sirius turned to press a gentle kiss to his temple. “How’s the party?”

“Good,” Remus nodded. “Kids are watching a movie. Apparently Nat’s going to visit Alex. God, that’d be hard.”

Sirius hummed in agreement.

“Oh,” Remus laughed, remembering. “Layla showed up dressed as a ref.”

“No,” Sirius grinned. “God. I feel like I opened the door for you yesterday.”

“Mm. Sexy fireman.”

“Oh?” Sirius said, then took Remus’ drink from him and set them down on the floor.

“What?” Remus asked, only for Sirius to flop back on the bed, pulling Remus with him.

“My hat,” Remus said half-heartedly, watching it tumble off the side of the bed.

Sirius just made a noncommittal sound and turned on his side, pressing up on an elbow to lean over Remus. Remus reached up to twirl a strand of his dark hair around his finger. He’d left it loose, curling at his chin.

“Captain Québécois,” Remus said and Sirius just rested a hand against his chest.

“A lot has happened in a year,” he whispered, the room dim around them and the laughter filtering up from downstairs. “Do you ever feel like we’ve known each other forever?”

Sirius had said that before, but Remus loved it just the same.

“I feel like I’ve known you forever, and I’d take one more forever, too,” Remus said.

Sirius leaned down for a quick kiss. “Me too.”

Remus reached into the tight material of Sirius’ costume for his 12 pendant, studying it in the dim light. He’d almost kissed Sirius right in this spot one year ago tonight. He’d felt so confident about it, about loving who he wanted to love, about that person being Sirius. He still felt that way, and he wished he felt the same now, in the rest of his life, on the team.

“Can I say something?” Sirius said.

“Hm?”

“Opening night,” Sirius said. “You said sorry.”

Remus flushed. “I know.”

Sirius cupped a palm against Remus’ cheek. “Re.”

“That’s not—that’s not really what I meant,” Remus said, eyes on the twelve. “We don’t really have to talk about it now, we should probably go back down. Sergei said to tell you that dinner’s almost ready.” Remus tried for a smile. “He won’t share his secret sauce with Celeste.”

Sirius tilted his head, expression flickering as Remus pressed a lingering kiss to Sirius’ mouth and sat up, picking up his drink.

“Should we go down?” Remus said it in one breath, holding out his hand. “Logan’s wearing a giant honeypot and I really need a picture.”

Sirius locked their fingers together, concern still lacing his features even as he smiled. “I’ll sneak one. I’ll hand him Katie. He can never resist her.”

Remus laughed as they walked down the stairs hand in hand. “That’s true.”

Sirius pulled him back with a gentle tug before on the landing before they could rejoin the team.

“We don’t have to talk about it. And I know these games have been rough,” Sirius said, and Remus bit his lip as he looked up at him. “But I’m so proud of you. And I love you.”

Remus couldn’t help but lean back into his chest. I feel like I’m letting you down. The words echoed in his head, but he couldn’t quite force them out. I feel like I’m letting all of you down.

“I’m proud of you, too,” Remus said, and despite his thoughts, his smile was real as Sirius kissed him and led him back to their family.

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PAIRING: EZ Reyes x OC (Sloane)

NOTES: I wrote this during Season 2 and just never shared it but I’ve been wanting to get back into writing. SO, I hope you guys enjoy and I’d love feedback!

WARNING: Mature Themes.

Credit to the person who made the gif @shadesalvarez

WORD COUNT: 6, 370

It was another typical Friday night at the bar; the place was packed wall to wall, a new band was perched on the stage performing a set list of songs she’d never remember, and the regular unfavorable drunks were crowding the bar top. Just another weekend wasted working behind the bar when she’d much rather be somewhere else doing just about anything other than this. The bar wasn’t that bad, really. But it wasn’t what she wanted. It paid the bills and that was all that mattered to her as a single mother.

There was never time for men and she was fine with that. Her son didn’t need any other men dropping in and out of his life. That much she were sure of. So she lived the monotonous life that she had grown accustomed to the last few years. During the week she worked at a local art museum in an attempt to keep her passion for art alive while she couldn’t afford to actually make any then the weekend came and she spent her nights slinging drinks for every lowlife that decided to slither into the dimly lit hole in the wall bar off the highway.

It wasn’t as bad as it seemed, she had regulars that she loved seeing and for the most part everyone kept their hands to themselves and tipped rather well. The whole single mother thing did work to her advantage from time to time. But every now and then some idiot would come in trying to impress whatever frat friends he had drug along with him and made a pass at her. She could normally handle herself pretty well but when they got too aggressive she defaulted to the gruff, muscular man they’d hired to work security.

Tonight was no exception to any of this.

Earlier in the evening she had dropped her son off at her friend’s house and gave him an extra long hug. Promised him she’d see him bright and early in the morning and she was off. It never got any easier to leave him; he was four now and was the smartest kid she’d ever met, she might be a little biased but it was true. Those big brown eyes of his melted her heart every time he gave her the same sad puppy dog face before she left. She knew he was fine there. He loved her friend, she was like family to the both of them. But she still hated to leave him to go deal with a bunch of overly macho men for hours on end.

By the time she got to the bar the place was already crowded and the band had already started to play. As quickly as she could she made her way behind the bar and dumped her bag and jacket in the backroom before making her way to her first customer of the night.

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EZ had taken off from the clubhouse almost two hours ago without a plan in his mind of exactly where he was going. All he knew was that he needed some space. He needed to forget the life he’d chosen for just a few hours and pretend he wasn’t the man he’d become. The loud engine of the motorcycle roared in his ears as he passed a big black sign reading ‘Big Al’s Roadside Bar, Next Exit’.

That’ll have to do, he thought to himself.

When he pulled into the gravel lot in front of the building there wasn’t a single motorcycle in sight and he felt a weight lift from his shoulders he didn’t know had been there. Before he headed inside he took off the leather cut with his name stitched on one side and shoved it into the bag on the side of his bike. There was no reason for anyone here to know who he was or that he ran with any club.

His watch read half past eleven when he entered the door. Enough time for him to have a couple drinks and maybe make his way to that motel he'd noticed just up the road. The place was loud and the people were crowded inside like a can of sardines so he figured his best bet would be to make himself at home up at the bar, hide himself in the corner there and get a little drunk.

Once he reached the bar though he was a little more than surprised to see such a beautiful woman behind it. All the bars in Santo Padre either had weathered old ladies behind them or former inmates he’d probably seen in passing during his time inside. The woman behind this bar was far more beautiful than anyone he’d seen back home in a long time. She had thick mess of black hair that fell well past her shoulders, he watched as she pulled it back into a bun at the nape of her neck.

She looked real. Not like the girls who hung around the clubhouse in hopes of becoming someone’s old lady. Her face was bare except for the gloss that created a sheen on her plump lips. Lips he’d pay good money to kiss. The black jeans she had on hugged her every curve so tightly he couldn’t help but stare when she turned to hand another bar patron their drink. The T-shirt she wore had the Virgin Mary printed on the front, exactly like the statue that sat inside the clubhouse in Santo Padre, but he was sure if wasnt some funny pun for her because he’d noticed the delicate cross necklace hanging around her neck. One arm had a smattering of tattoos he couldn’t quite make out while the other seemed bare.

It hadn’t occurred to him that he’d been staring at her until she turned to him, blowing a stray strand of hair out of her face before leaning her palms against the bar top, “you wanna order something or are you just gonna stare at me all night?”

“Shit, sorry,” he quickly answered.

A laugh fell from her lips, a laugh that rang over the music. It was sweet and soft, no malice behind it. It made EZ’s shoulders relax a little. “S’ok...not the worst anyone has ever done in this bar. Long day?”

“You could say that,” EZ replied.

Without a word she nodded, reached under the bar for a cold beer and popped the top off before sliding it across the table to him. “Nothing an ice cold beer can’t help, right?”

“Amen,” he smiled, reaching in his pocket for some cash.

Before taking it the bartender eyed it for a second, “you wanna just open a tab?”

“Nah, I’ll take it one beer at a time,” he assured her.

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The rest of the night went off as usual; the same guys sidled up to the bar to grab her attention for a few quick moments before another pushed his way up to her. But there was one thing that was different tonight. The guy at the end of the bar.

He wasn’t like the others. His eyes were kind and he spoke with more eloquence than any man she’d met in her entire life had. He was polite and quiet, a god send on a night like tonight. So she spent a little more time at his end of the bar than any other. Any time he would finish a beer she was sure to be right there with a fresh one and he would hand her another handful of bills.

One beer at a time.

Things were beginning to quiet down at one when it happened.

She was wiping down the bar top at the other end of the bar when a new guy took a seat. He leaned over a little too close for comfort when she asked him what he wanted. Then when she handed him the class of brown liquor he’d asked for he grabbed her hand in his, which she quickly shook herself free of.

EZ took notice of the interaction. He’d been nursing another beer, trying to decide if it was time for him to head to that motel when he saw the guy grab hold of her hand. He felt himself begin to react before she shook her arm free, scowling at the guy before walking back down towards him.

“You alright,” he asked, his voice low so only she could hear.

A smile crept across her lips as she nodded, letting her elbows rest on the wood top while she leaned over it. “I get five of those guys a night...that’s nothing. I appreciate your concern though...I never got your name.”

“EZ,” he smiled, those pearly white teeth of his on full display.

Standing there across the bar from him, a mere few inches from him, she felt like her heart skipped a beat. There’s got to be a catch here, she thought to herself. “EZ? Interesting,” she smiled, holding her hand out for him. “I’m Sloane, nice to officially meet you.”

When he took her hand in his she could feel the slight blush creeping up her cheeks. She hoped to god he couldn’t see it in the dim lighting in the bar. But the rough, calloused feeling of his palm against hers felt nice. A sign of a real man.

And EZ got a rush of electricity through him as he held her hand in his. He could smell her perfume wafting in front of him when she leaned in closer to him. It was like a field of fresh flowers on a breezy day. “That’s a nice name, it suits you,” EZ said softly.

Before either of them could say anything else someone at the other end of the bar was shouting for her. Quickly she gave him an apologetic look before making her way to the person.

Once again EZ was tempted to watch her; the way she moved was so easy, like she was doing a dance every time she’d spin around to grab a bottle of liquor or reach one way or the other for a glass. The same piece of hair kept falling in her face until she finally pulled the hair tie from her hair and let it fall at her shoulders. Somehow it made her even more beautiful to him. The dark mess of hair she’d had pulled back before now framed her face. Every now and then she’d tuck a piece behind her ear before it fell again.

The way he was feeling towards this new stranger in front of him was different. It had been a long time since he’d felt any sort of way about a woman. His mind had been stuck on one in particular and it was becoming more and more evident that nothing was ever going to happen with them again.

She wasn’t Emily but deep down he felt like she might be better than Emily.

Just as he was getting lost in his thoughts he noticed the same guy from before giving her a hard time. But this time he had a hold of her forearm, hard enough that her skin was white where his hand held to her. He gave her a few seconds, waiting for her to pull free of him again or for the bouncer to jump in but nothing like that happened. The guy kept holding onto her and she was getting more and more agitated as the interaction went on.

“Let go of me right now,” she all but shouted at the guy.

He rolled his eyes, leaning in closer to her, “oh come on, stop playing hard to get and just let me take you home.”

Before she was able to get another word out EZ had his hand on the guys arm and was almost chest to chest with him. “Let her go before I make you,” he said, his already deep voice seeming to drop another octave.

Now it was a tangle of arms in the middle of them. EZ holding tightly to his while the guy still kept his hold on Sloane. And the next thing she knew the drunk guy was headbutting EZ and lunging towards him. With her arm now free her eyes darted around the room in search of her back up, the guy that was generally posted up at the end of the bar to keep his eye on her was nowhere to be found. All she could do now was hope it didn’t get too out of hand.

EZ took a quick swing at the guy and landed his fist right on his chin, knocking the guy back a couple steps. But that didn’t stop him from going at her new friend again; swinging with all his might in hopes of landing something. It was clear to Sloane that this wasn’t EZ’s first fight, he knew what he was doing but the other guy was way in over his head with too much testosterone and alcohol running through him to tell him to stop while he was ahead.

A few more punches had the guys lip bleeding and his already wobbly footing worse. By that time the bouncer had made his way back to the bar and quickly grabbed hold of the swinging drunk and started to cart him out of the bar. He turned to yell at the other man that he’d be back for him but she stopped him, “let him be, he was just stepping in to stop that guy. He’s fine.”

The bouncer glanced from his bartender then to the muscular man standing just a few feet from him, not a single bead of sweat on him. All he could do was nod and continue kicking the other man out of the place.

“You really didn’t have to do that,” Sloane shook her head, trying to conceal the smile attempting to break across her face.

As much as she hated having anyone thinking they needed to defend her honor she had to admit that it was really hot seeing him land that punch. And his body hadn’t looked bad doing so either.

She pulled another bottle of beer from the ice and handed it to him, “this one's on me, as a thank you.”

“You don’t have to,” he started.

Shaking her head she pushed the money he’d started to hand to her back his way, “I’m not taking no for an answer.”

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The band had long since vacated the stage and people were filing out of the bar by the time EZ had decided it was time to leave. Sloane had been a breath of fresh air for him and he didn’t want to have to head out any sooner than he had to. But he figured she wanted to get the place cleaned and clock out so he’d dropped some cash on the bar top for a tip and started for the door. But soon he heard her familiar voice call out to him.

“Hey,” she shouted, her voice carrying over the soft music playing from above. “How do you feel about a couple drinks...back at my place?”

EZ wasn’t sure he heard her right. Sure, she’d given him a little more attention than any of the other bar goers tonight but he hadn’t even for a second thought she’d ask him back to her place. The room felt a lot quieter as he stumbled with his words, completely caught off guard. “Uh, yeah, yeah...that actually sounds great.”

“Give me ten minutes,” she replied before bouncing off to wipe down the tables scattered around.

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The two of them fell into an easy rhythm on the drive to Sloane’s place, both of them eager to hear the other’s voice no matter what they were saying. Every now and then she’d catch his gaze lingering a little longer than he’d intended for her to see and it gave her those familiar butterflies from earlier in the night. She was having an internal battle with herself though; this is so stupid...what do you thinks going to come of this, she’d hear the voice in her head ask. But she didn’t care. It had been years since she’d had any kind of relationship with a man, one night would be good for her.

So, a fifteen minute drive later and they were pulling up to the front of her apartment building and he was following her closely up the stairs. To be fair he wanted to press her up against her door the minute they hit it but he restrained himself, he wanted to let the night last as long as possible. He was enjoying himself. Enjoying not thinking about his life back home.

“Place might be a little messy,” she told him, kicking her shoes to the side as soon as she stepped inside with EZ following suit.

While she busied herself in the kitchen searching for the liquor EZ wandered around the living room, taking everything in. The place was immaculate except for a few toys strewn about on the floor; a small blue blanket with cars all over it tossed over the side of the couch hastily, a tiny plastic easel in the corner with a freshly done finger painting clipped to it. Next to it was a larger one with the beginnings of an incredible, vibrantly colored painting.

“You have a son,” he asked, his voice carrying to Sloane in the kitchen as she grabbed a couple glasses.

Biting her lip she nodded, placing the glasses on the coffee table in front of the couch before making eye contact with him. “Yeah, he’s the one guy in my life,” she beamed. “Just turned four last month, he stays with my best friend while I work at the bar on the weekend. Is it weird?”

“Nah, I love kids,” EZ smiled. “Dad in the picture?”

Sloane shook her head, pouring some of the brown liquor into the glasses. “No, it’s probably for the best anyways. We make a pretty good little duo. What about you?”

“Just me,” he said, wincing a little as the hard liquor stung the back of his throat. “Pretty close with my pops...and my brother.”

It was tempting for her to question the little pause he made before he mentioned his brother but she didn’t think it was any of her business having only just met him a few hours ago. She felt so at ease with him though she almost asked, it was on the tip of her tongue to say something but she held back. The smile that lingered at the corner of his lips told her there was good there.

The two of them sat side by side on the floor in front of the couch; the coffee table pushed out a little to give them more room, their bodies turned towards each other so they could talk, the brown liquor getting less and less in the bottle. There had been a handful of moments where EZ had wanted make a move. To rest his hand on her thigh or tuck a piece of her hair behind her ear before leaning in for a kiss. But he wanted to hear more about her and her life and everything about her.

He was enthralled.

And so was she.

She could see the kindness in his eyes. Past the bruise under his left eye and the cut on his cheek there was more to him. When they had left the bar she’d noticed the motorcycle and wanted to ask him about it but she decided not to. There was probably something there she wouldn’t like and tonight she just wanted to have fun. Every time he made even the slightest move the veins in his forearms shifted just the slightest bit and it made her think of how it would feel to have those arms wrapped around her body. Then he’d speak and she was enticed by the deepness to his voice, the diction in the wash he spoke was nothing like she’d heard around there before. The guys there wouldn’t know how to string an intelligible sentence together if their lives depended on it.

EZ was different.

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Sloane rested her head on the chest of the new man in her bed. One arm of his slung around her waist while his hand gently stroked her hair, tucking a strand behind her ear. She let her hand rest on his abdomen before she let her fingers trace lines down the center of his stomach. He was all muscle and she could feel it while he was on top of her, the way his body weighted over her as they moved in rhythm together.

The room was silent except for the heaviness of their breathing. EZ felt chills run up his spine the way she tucked her leg over his bare thigh while they laid there. Her soft skin felt like silk against his and he wanted to stay like this for as long as possible. If he closed his eyes long enough he could still see her silhouette above him in the dark room. He could envision the way her hips moved back and forth as she rode him. His fingers holding tightly to her hips until he finally pulled her down close to him so he could nip and kiss at her skin.

For a second he leaned down and pressed a kiss into the crown of her hair, a simple gesture that spoke volumes, before he spoke. “Ezekial,” he said quietly.

“Huh,” she questioned, turning so she could rest her chin on his chest.

The outline of his face just visible in the moonlight pouring in through the closed blinds. “That’s my name. My full name. Ezekial.”

“I like that,” a smile spread across her face and she wasn’t sure why. She turned her face to nuzzle her nose against his bare shoulder before peppering his skin with a few quick kisses. “Ezekial.”

EZ loved the way his name sounded coming off her lips. The raspiness in her voice and the way he could almost hear her smile as she said it. He’d heard it countless times before but it felt special when she said it.

After a few more silent minutes she got up to use the bathroom and he leaned over to grab his boxers, sliding them on before he turned the bedside lamp on. The bathroom door was left open a crack and he could just barely see her naked frame moving in front of the mirror before she pulled his shirt on over her head. His eyes wandered down her body as she walked back into the bedroom, the shirt of his clinging to her curves and just stopping below her ass.

“You’re incredible,” he grinned, reaching his hand out to her as she moved to the side of the bed.

She couldn’t help but smile back at him. Not because of the compliment but because of the way his face lit up as he said it. The laugh lines next to his eyes crinkled as his smile widened and it made his deep brown eyes even more endearing than they already were.

Thoughtlessly she let him take her hand in his and pull her down onto him on the bed. Her legs rested on either side of him as he let her sit in his lap, his hands resting at the small of her back. If he had it his way this night wouldn’t ever end. He hadn’t thought about the club or his brother or Emily all night and it felt like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders.

“Where’d they make you,” she asked with a hint of a laugh in her voice. “You’re...different. Good different.”

He didn’t answer her with words. He simply just wrapped his arms tighter around her and pulled her into his chest before he pressed his lips against hers once more. There wasn’t any hesitation there; her lips parted to allow his tongue to slide across her bottom lip before they let themselves get lost in the kiss. Sloane’s mind wandered back to earlier in the night after they’d finished their whiskey and their bodies had somehow moved closer and closer to one another where they sat. She could see his eyes move to her lips every now and then while they talked and she wanted to beg him to kiss her about a hundred times before he actually did.

And once he finally did they were quickly moving to the bedroom. Her bedroom she hadn’t shared with anyone but her son in a very, very long time. They’d stumbled down the hallway attached at the lips before he finally grabbed ahold of her and pressed her up against the wall. Her legs wrapped around his waist instinctively as they both yearned to be closer to each other.

“Is this okay,” EZ had asked, his lips trailing down her neck while his hands held tightly to her back side.

It had made her smile; it had been a very long time since any man had ever asked her permission for anything let alone this. So she had placed her hands on either side of his face and pulled his attention back to her face before speaking. All she said was a breathless yes before they stumbled their way to the bedroom.

By the time Sloane was able to pull herself back to reality, back from her thoughts Ezekiel had flipped her onto her back and was pushing his shirt up over her chest to let his mouth wander over her breasts. A shiver shot through her at the feeling of his soft lips kissing and sucking at her skin. She let her fingers run over the smooth buzzcut of his as he traveled farther and farther down her body until she could feel his warm breath between her thighs.

Before they had both been so hungry for each other all they wanted to do was get off and quickly. But now they wanted to take their time. EZ wanted to explore her body; he wanted to hear the way she’d moan the first time she felt his tongue on her, he wanted to know how it felt to have her body wrapped around his while they made love. Sloane wanted to hear his gruff voice whispering to her while he was inside her, to feel the weight of his strong body on top of hers once more.

The room had fallen silent except for the sound of the shaky breaths she was taking as he gave his full attention to her core. His tongue lapped at her lips teasingly before she felt his teeth graze the sensitive little nub tucked inside. A whiney moan escaped her, her back arching at the new sensation. His hands held tightly to her thighs with his face buried between them for what felt like an eternity and by the time he pulled back her entire body was shaking on the edge of an intense orgasm.

“Ezekiel...please,” she almost pleaded with him.

A smile curled at the corners of his mouth before he peppered the inside of her thigh with kisses, “be patient, baby.”

And she tried to stop herself from letting out the sound that came next but she couldn’t help herself. The moan was throaty and full of lust, her lips parted perfectly and bright cherry red from how she’d been biting on the bottom lip. Hearing him call her baby was more than enough to encourage her to hold off for him. If she was honest she’d do just about anything for him right now.

Once more his lips trailed her skin but this time he was heading upwards, leaving the spot between her legs he’d made himself at home at and making his way to her breasts. The pink colored skin of her nipples was pebbled and hard from just the light nibbles he was giving her skin. But he hadn’t forgotten about her needs; while his mouth made quick work of her nipples he let one hand slip between her thighs and slipped two fingers inside of her which elicited a sharp intake of breath from her.

Her body writhed underneath him in an attempt to hurry along her orgasm because she knew once she came like this he’d been inside of her. And her body felt like every inch of her was on fire the way he was working her core with just his fingers. The tips of his calloused fingers were gliding over her gspot repetitively while his thumb rubbed back and forth over her clit.

Just as her back began to arch off the sheets below her EZ moved his attention from her chest up to her neck and then let his lips rest against her earlobe before he spoke. “Can you come for me,” he whispered, his free hand caressing her side.

In her head she had a witty line to reply with but she couldn’t get it out. The wires were crossed because her body was in overdrive the way he was fucking his fingers into her. So she settled on a lot of eye contact and a quick, almost pleading, nod of the head.

“Good girl,” he cooed.

At that her legs began to shake and she let her nails dig into his bare back as she began to hit her climax. A few throaty moans broke the silence in the room before he pressed his lips to hers, letting his mouth swallow her audible pleasure as she came down.

For a few short moments the two of them laid there tangled together allowing each other to cool off. But she could feel how hard he was as his erection pressed into her hip. Without a word she slipped her hand between the two of them and slowly stroked him, his hips absentmindedly working in motion with her hand. “I need you,” she breathed, pressing her lips to his temple.

They both knew one of them should’ve reached for a condom. It wasn’t anything new to either of them to use protection but they couldn’t be bothered in this moment. Both of them ached to feel that closeness between the two of them again. They each wanted to feel the slow movements of the other while they were so intimately joined together. Before had been quick and sloppy. But this, this was going to be slow and needy for both of them.

They hadn’t spoken of it but they both knew the other needed this intimacy. He was looking to forget his life back home for a while and she was holding off on reality herself. She wanted to remember what it felt like to have a man’s gentle touch, to be with someone who wanted to be with her.

EZ lifted his head until their foreheads were resting against one another, his nose grazing the tip of hers as he repositioned himself between her legs. He pushed her legs wider with his muscular thighs, his cock grazed her lips for a second before he slowly slide inside of her.

In unison they both let out shaky moans; her hands gripped onto his biceps as he hovered above her, their faces still touching. His eyes studied her face for a few more moments before he began working his hips against hers. The soft sound of skin on skin filling the quiet bedroom. One hand of his slipped beneath her to grab hold of her backside while the other slide up her neck until it was placed just under her chin, the slightest amount of pressure applied.

“Ezekial,” she sighed, her lips curling into a smile at the feeling of his hand around her neck.

He had to clinch his jaw to keep his composure. Hearing his name fall from her lips like that, with the visual of his hand where it was placed was too much for him. And the way her body moved in rhythm with his as he fucked her slowly only made him more sensitive. To keep his mind occupied, to hold himself off as long as possible, he busied himself kissing up her jawine until he buried his face into the crook of her neck. The faint smell of her perfume lingered there.

Sloan let her eyes flutter closed as he allowed himself to rest on top of her, bringing them closer together as they fucked. One leg hooked behind him to keep them close while her hands held tightly to his broad back. His skin was soft to the touch and he smelled like sandalwood, she couldn’t imagine anyone like him ever being in jail but he’d divulged that to her earlier. If it had been anyone else she would’ve ended the night but not with EZ. No, for some reason even after he told her about his past she still felt safe with him.

“You feel so fucking good,” he finally spoke again.

She smiled against his ear, nibbling at the skin, before pressing him back from her and back onto the bed. For a split second he fell from her but she quickly straddled him and guided him back to her core. A shutter went through her at the way she stretched around him. “I could do this all night,” she finally replied, her breathing uneven.

That beautiful smile of his spread across his face and she couldn’t help but smile back. Even in the darkness of the bedroom she could still see how perfect it was, she could still map out the little creases at the side of his eyes that formed when he smiled.

Resting her hands on his chest she began to buck her hips back and forth quicker now. His hands found their way to her hips and held onto her as he watched her from below, his hips working up against her. Her eyes fluttered shut and her lips parted at the feeling of him slipping deeper inside of her. EZ’s eyes were fixated on the way her breasts bounced up and down with every movement either of them made.

The tattoos that littered her skin on display as she rode him and he wanted to kiss every last one, trace them with his fingertips while they laid naked together. He wanted to know about the little one that sat on her left hip all the way up to the lotus flower at the nape of her neck.

Soon he was pulled from his thoughts when he heard her call out his name once more. This time it was needy; her brow furrowed together as her body leaned down closer to his. Instinctively he placed his hand into her mess of hair and pulled her down even closer until they were chest to chest. Again their foreheads hovered close together as he began to take control.

It was her turn to watch him as he fucked up into her in an attempt to get them both off. Short, choked moans came from both of them as they got closer and closer. She could see the neediness behind those brown eyes of his. And she could feel it in the way he was holding onto her, his fingers digging into the skin of her ass.

Slipping a hand between them she began to work her clit in time with the way he was working into her and it made her breath catch in her throat. The sudden newness of the pressure against the bundle of nerves drove her closer to the edge. And he could feel it in the way she tightened around him so suddenly.

Again they locked eyes as he fucked into her a few more quick times before he felt her tighten against him. Her mouth fell open as she let out the most lust filled moan he’d ever heard. Which only egged him on more, thrusting into her at a punishing pace until he finally released inside of her. Her lips rested against his earlobe as she let out a few more soft, whiny moans while he slowly continued to work into her.

The two of them went at it like this for the next few hours until the sun began to creep into the room through the blinds. He held her close against his chest as they spoke in hushed tones as if someone could hear what they were saying. It took everything in him to finally make himself leave her. But he knew he needed to start home or else he’d have more missed phone calls on his cell.

She pulled the sheets up over chest while she watched him pull his jeans on and search for the shirt of his she’d pulled on earlier in the night. The way his muscles moved under his clothes only made her want to pull them off again but she knew he had to leave. He had a life somewhere else and she had a son she was missing more than she realized at that moment.

“Last night was,” EZ paused, trying to think of the right word to us.

#ezekiel reyes x oc #ez reyes x oc #mayans mc #ezekiel reyes #ez reyes #ez reyes imagine #ezekiel reyes imagine

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babytortie · 4 years

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baby birds

baby birds. ❘ stanley uris x reader.

summary: in which stanley finally breaks and distances himself from the loser’s group. the reader finds him alone and helps him cope to feel better.

warning: lots of fluff. <3

contains: slight mentioning of insecurities.

* all characters ( including reader ) of the loser's club are 15 years old in this one-shot.

~ 2.4k words.

it's been a couple of days since stanley showed up at the loser's clubhouse and the group was getting anxious. the curly haired teen always showed up after school when the group wanted to hang out. recently, he's made excuses for the past three times they've all hung out though.

"where's stan the man at?" mike broke the silence, uncrossing his legs and getting up from the couch to sit by bill instead. previously, he had been sitting with y/n and beverly. somehow but not before banging it around a few times and ben having to fix the walls, they managed to get the couch inside one weekend.

it was a hand-me down from the denbrough's garage. only deemed safe and clean after eddie tore it apart. the cushions and pillows were shampooed, as well as, a finishing touch of spray downs with two cans of lysol.

"maybe ed's mom is cheating on me and he's with her right now?" richie snickered, glancing up at the others from the hammock to see all of them unamused and letting out groans.

in his hand was the newest comic and for the past couple of minutes he'd been browsing through it. although, the tozier teen was not completely paying attention since he was mesmerized with eddie's face. the sunlight peeked through the wooden cracks and all of the asthmatic boy's freckles dusted perfectly along his skin.

the shorter boy was talking with bill who sat a few feet away from them and overheard the lanky boy's comment through mid-conversation. in return, he leaned over from the other side of the hammock and smacked richie's arm. "don't call me eds! how many times do i have to tell you that? also, i already have a nick name and it's eddie."

he swatted eddie's arm away and of course dramatically rubbed his arm a few times. with another occasional adjustment made to his coke-bottle glasses, richie pouted and put his arms up in exaggeration. "oh right sorry about that eddie spaghetti. but i don't know then. y/n?" he asked, automatically assuming you had answers about the curly haired teenager’s whereabouts.

beverly was in the middle of braiding y/n's hair and rolled her eyes. she let go of your strands and quickly smoothed them out. this was making you able to turn face-forward instead of the current side-ways position on the couch that you now only shared with her.

before reacting to the richie's remark, you gave beverly a sympathetic smile. an awfully long minute went by before you finally acknowledged tozier. he was still cackling though and everyone, including you, could tell it was full of nervousness.

"seriously, richie? i've talked to stanley just as much as the rest of you the last couple of days." you stated with a glare then shrugged before leaning back against the couch cushions.

"y-yeah, just bec-cause y/n and stan a-are love b-birds doesn't m-mean they keep tab-bs on each other all t-the time. ri-ight guys?" bill smirked.

beverly immediately put a hand over her mouth to contain the giggles threatening to spill out. she risked her luck and turned to gaze in your direction but you were already taking note of this with an eyebrow raised.

"are you alright there, beverly?" ben asked out of concern. because of her skin complexion, her face was easily able to turn bright red. he hasn't been paying much attention to the conversation with being zoned out into another good story. hanscom's face had been happily stuffed into an interesting book from the library.

"i'm sorry! sorry, it's just stanley and birds. good one bill!" she stumbled over her words from laughter. after a moment of hearing beverly and richie snickering together, like they were high, the others couldn't help but start hollering and whistling too.

"yep, laugh it up. glad to be of service for the jokes of today." shouting playfully which only caused a channeling of an inner-richie. you grabbed the couch arm for balance and stood up. they watched as you bowed twice then sat back down like the tozier teen would have been doing if he were the one in this situation.

the group would always tease you and stan. this causing the both of you to always blush in result and look anywhere in the room but each other while full of embarrassment.

the crazy thing was that what they said was true. neither of you wanted to admit first though and it was just another daily topic for the group. the other six members wished one of you would just open up and discuss the feelings you two bottled inside. no use still and after months of teasing, you nor stanley backed down yet.

"does anybody know where he'd be at right now?" mike paused to take a glimpse at his watch then added, "at four-thirty? he wouldn't go home so soon yet with his dad being off today."

the group was silent, none knew and the fact you and stan had a secret spot was not common shared information either. you contemplated for a moment before thinking what the hell? and just spoke up with a reply before you could take it back. "yeah, in fact i do. i'll see you guys later."

to avoid their stares, you didn't dare catching their reactions. instead taking that time to lean over the side of the couch and grab your backpack from school, lazily putting the straps around your shoulders.

"see, what'd i tell you?" richie smirked, leaning over in the hammock towards bill for a high five who did not return it but had a grin of his own. ben placed a bookmark into the open pages to mark the spot he left off on. after this, he gave beverly a look. this expression was one similar eddie was giving to mike.

"see you later guys!" you bid farewell once more and climbed the clubhouse stairs to venture off. you stifled a chuckle as you started to walk away, hearing them all burst out mixed comments of confusion and excitement.

about thirty minutes of walking later, you reached the woods surrounding the quarry. there was a ridge in the rocks off to the side which lead to a path. one wouldn't notice it from afar without really inspecting the vicinity.

it was about half a mile and stan was usually there with a towel laid out and his back against one of the trees. a perfect crease-free bird book splayed out on top of his lap and a pair of binoculars in the teen's hands.

recently if stanley were home he'd be in his room. with a lock on his door, he laid while reading books front to back and cover to cover. which was probably what he did last night except, the perfectionist took his sweet ol' time. this was to memorize every picture of the birds and the facts about them that was printed across the crisp pages.

before doing anything, you adjusted the long sleeves of the black and white flannel tied around your waist. your chucks nervously toed in the dirt gravel and you let out a deep breath you hadn't realized you were holding. curiously studying stan after that and noticing your prediction wasn’t far off. it was actually almost spot on except the book was nowhere to be found.

"this seat taken?" you asked, pointing towards the empty spot on the towel next to him. the uris teen jumped a bit, probably zoned out on a bird that was perched on the branch a few trees away from where you and stan were.

he looked over to you, a smile gracing his face. "it is now." uris was never bothered by the fact you often crashed the private bird-watching hobby of his. you knew he enjoyed quiet time in complete silence besides the occasional birds chirping. this was how it was found out that you had taken a liking to often just sitting and relaxing with your favorite person.

you started to move quickly by placing your backpack down before either of you could change his mind. with your hands placed on the back of your tied flannel, you crouched down before finding a comfortable position to sit in. then reaching into the bag, you retrieved the water bottle to take a sip.

after putting it back away, you sneaked a peek at him and saw that he was already watching you. your face flushed and you quickly faced away. not wanting to make a big deal of it, you started a conversation instead.

"you ready to talk yet?" you questioned, not wanting to push him but had already gave him a few minutes to gather his thoughts. he was an over-thinker. you knew him so well that almost all of the time, you could practically see the wheels turning in his head.

he watched the bird in the binoculars once more. admiring the red and orange colorful feathers before setting it down on the other side of him. letting out a loud sigh, he pondered. "i don't know y/n. am i a disappointment to you?"

stan? stanley uris? you opened your mouth and closed it again quite speechless with disbelief. disappointment? why would the person who you think is the definition of perfect think that he is a disappointment?"

“no way bubs! never." you stated in the most serious tone you've ever used to reassure him. looking into his brown eyes you noticed a few golden flecks that always caught in the sunlight. stan was a beautiful person inside and out but y/n hoped that he knew that.

"are you sure?" he asked, sheepishly and glanced down at his hands. if stanley couldn’t look you directly into the eyes, there was definitely something wrong. you took this as a chance to open up some feelings of your own and grabbed his left hand with your right, interlocking the fingers.

his breath hitched at the sight and he observed your hands together. a pair that fit perfectly and he felt his heart skip a beat at the thought. being as you were still confused, he took this as an appropriate moment to peer up at your face but he caught your eye again instead.

stan felt tears forming in the back of his eyes. figuring he should just tell you sooner or later, he let you know. "uh, so ever since the bar mitzvah, my dad and i have been distant. i just feel like i’m his disgraced son and a failure all the time."

he half-whispered the whole thing. inside he was feeling so ashamed that he told you this with such a sad tone full of dejection. this was shocking, making you completely quiet for a few moments to process the explanation. the tears had won, prickling and slowly starting to glaze over his eyes. your heart was breaking into pieces at the sight.

"it's been like almost two years though? maybe he doesn't know how to go about the situation. you should just get to the bottom of it and confront him tomorrow stanny." suggesting with a soft smile on your lips.

“i don’t know about that y/n, but thanks.” he chuckled, subtly glancing at your lips before clearing his throat and looking away again. while he watched the area, you rested into the crook of his neck. on the towel between the two of you was your right hand still intertwined with his. your eyes flickered up to scan the tree trunks. you gasped loudly at the sight above and patted stanley’s arm to grab his attention.

the two of you watched the branches above closely, your fingers squeezing his tightly while watching in awe. a bird’s nest was leaned up against the trunk of tree. you and stanley sat in silence to witness it. being as it was so quiet now, the only sounds that could be heard were little chirps coming from it.

“is that baby birds?” you whispered excitedly. rubbing over his thumb with yours. he watched how your face softened in awe. truly appreciating that you enjoyed when he shared this specific hobby with you.

his eyes widened when he finally realized the feeling in his stomach. butterflies. probably a whole zoo full of them. that was how much he liked, no, loved you. he shook his head and snickered at the fact you had the decency to talk quietly. “no need to whisper, y/n/n. we’ve been talking out loud this whole time. so, they won’t leave.”

you giggled; a sound that made him feel all mushy inside. stan loved your laugh and knew that if you asked him to do anything right now that he would in fact do it. smoothly letting go of your hand, he moved it rub your shoulder in comfort.

this was until you felt him slowly replacing the position of his fingers and they were repositioned underneath your chin. tilting your head upwards gently, he whispered softly now. it was almost as if he was scared that if he raised his voice to much, it would ruin the moment. “is this okay?”

the curly haired boy looked into your eyes for reassurance and you stumbled over a response by his sudden rush of confidence. lost in shock by his brown and golden flecked eyes, all you could get out was chopped, raspy response. “of course, bubs.”

stanley leaned in slowly, still a bit afraid you would change your mind. proving him wrong you quickly followed to meet him halfway. his lips finally brushed against yours and you felt his hand rub along your cheek with such delicacy. you scooted closer so you could easily put your hand in stan’s hair and massage his curls. he let out a small moan and smiled into the kiss.

before he pulled away slightly to let the two of you breathe, he rubbed your cheek once more. you kissed both corners of his lips and then his nose. a sweet laugh falling from his lips at the gestures.

you grabbed his hand again, playfully sizing them together and he watched. casually asking, “so do you want to be my girlfriend?”

“of course, i’d love to stanny!” grinning you leaned in to peck his lips once more but it turned into a small passionate kiss instead. after you both pulled away again, he questioned with a smirk. “should we tell the others, babylove?”

you let out a small hum, as if you were thinking of an answer. though, you broke the act with a smirk. one that he caught and snickered already knowing how this was going to go.

it wasn’t a hard decision, seeing as you felt like returning a little pay back of your own from all of the teasing. so, your response was simple. “nope. let’s see how long it takes for them to figure it out.”

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chibsytelford · 4 years

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Meeting the Club

Requested by anon - Hey love! I was hoping I could request a Coco x reader imagine? Where he wants to introduce her to the club, but she thinks they won't like her bc she's quite opposite of them, and she's been putting it off and Coco finally asks her abt it and she's tell him? And then she finally meets them and they love her? If you have time

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“Talk to me ma” Coco begged, poking your cheeks lightly. You thought if you opened your mouth you were going to throw up. Coco had been pestering you for days to come around the clubhouse to meet his family – as he called them. You really wanted to, but the way Coco described them you just had a feeling they were going to hate you. He described the rest of the men as loud, outgoing and boisterous and usually mixing with people who were completely opposite from your personality was a disaster. You were shy, quiet, not great around new people and also pretty awkward in general. You were too scared to tell Coco that. You thought he would find it silly.

“I’m scared Coco” you admitted hiding your head in his chest. He understood. He felt the same way meeting your family, but you helped him through it. Promised him that they would love him, and told him to be himself. And he was. And your family adored him. It was Coco’s first time meeting family of someone he was dating but he handled it like a boss. Even if he had to pep talked by Angel and Gilly, not that he ever admitted that.

“They’re gonna love you so much Y/N, and even if they don’t you have nothing to worry about. I’m yours forever” Coco soothed rubbing your hair. “Please, just come tonight?” He whispered in your ear and you gave in. It’s the least you could do for him.

Nervous was an understatement. Your hands were sweaty, your breathing was irregular and if Coco wasn’t holding your waist securely you were sure you were about to pass out. You decided to drive tonight just incase you needed to make a quick getaway. Coco led you by the hand to the clubhouse and all eyes were on you as you entered.

“Remember, be yourself, they’re gonna love you” Coco repeating the words you once said to him had a calming effect on you. You gripped his hand tighter and let him lead you over to the group of guys who were eagerly waiting to meet you.

“Ahhh, she is real bro” one of them joked standing up and pulling you in for a hug. “I’m Angel. The hottest Mayan as you can tell” he said smirking at you. “If Coco hadn’t scooped you up first you would be on my arm tonight”. Normally people making comments like that made you uncomfortable, but you could tell he was trying to make you smile and make you feel less nervous, and it was working.

“Fuck off man” Coco half joked, pulling you back into his arms.

“Don’t worry Coco, he isn’t my type” you joked back, shocking yourself momentarily. You had no idea where the burst of confidence came from.

“I’m everyone’s type” Angel replied “right guys?”

“Stop taking all the limelight and let us meet her too” the man with long hair said. “I’m Taza, and you must be Y/N, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you” he said also pulling you in for a hug. Everyone else introduced themselves too and now you were sat at the table with them, drinking beer and sitting on Coco’s lap.

“You have made our boy here extremely happy” the man whose name you learned was Gilly spoke. “We didn’t think someone like Coconut here would find someone like you” he joked ruffling your boyfriend’s hair.

“I second that. You’re definitely a welcome addition to the club” Bishop said. He raised his bottle and ordered the rest of the men to do it as well. “To Y/N” he shouted and the men copied him, all of them taking swigs from their bottles too.

“See ma, I fucking knew they’d love you” Coco whispered in your ear. The look on his face was a mixture of proudness and love. He was proud of you for being brave and meeting the club, and he fell in love with you that much more. “But not as much as me of course” he smiled pressing his lips against yours in a sweet kiss.

#coco cruz x reader #johnny cruz #coco cruz #coco cruz fanfic #mayans mc

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ilkkawhat · 3 years

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so based on that anon I got this morning about that tiktok, I finally made an update to my mini-series, “Wait a Second Are You Jealous?” with a chapter of Greg getting jealous of Nick’s jogging outfits and the attention it gets him.

plus I needed to write something happy cause lmao all my open WIPs are just pain

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Suburban living is still an adjustment for Greg Sanders.

Having lived in crowded apartments all his life, with occasional visits to his Nana and Papa Olaf in the countryside, he thought it was an upgrade when he finally got an apartment of his own. Room to spread himself out, both giving himself all of the luxurious amenities and slack on keeping things tidy, he soon found himself with little space to share with Nick Stokes on the occasions he wanted to spend the night.

And Nick, on the other hand, was used to growing up on a grand pasture in a large ranch house. No need to share bedrooms but there was the expectation that everything had its place, a habit that seemed to translate over to his move to Vegas, though Greg would occasionally find clutter around the kitchen table when he brought his work home.

Knowing this, he knew that Nick would fit right in the suburban neighborhood that they bought their first house together in. He was used to the communal sense of space with large sections gated off for privacy, rather than the false privacy of small apartment rooms where you would hear the vacuum going beneath you and the stomping of feet above.

For Greg, it was too quiet. Too much space.

Parties would either be behind closed doors or large gates, deemed a disturbance if it got too loud and held far more exclusively than the dorm room style nights he’d often spend in his building, chatting with neighbors, walking in and out of their apartments as if he was going to another room.

And even when they would be invited, it was a party that would stretch the entire block, segmented into cliques rather than the pulsing mass of flesh he was used to dancing in clubhouses improvised out of abandoned or repurposed buildings.

One clique in particular seemed to have their sights set on Nick.

“Cougars incoming,” Greg coughs into the tasteless beer Nick brought him from the “old frat boys turned overweight white collar breadwinners who occasionally coach the little league teams” clique.

“Oh, c’mon, Greg, they’re just bored housewives with nothing else to do. Hey, Mary!”

A short, round woman with equally short brown hair and an oversized Star Wars t-shirt comes dancing over, double fisting frozen margarita pouches with a wide smile and rosy cheeks.

“Why, howdy, Tex!” the woman greets the suddenly bashfully modest Nick Stokes. “Have you met my friend, Kate?”

A blonde woman comes out of her shadow, her face beet red as she nurses a beer—Greg groans to himself, she already has something in common with his boyfriend.

“Hi,” Kate stammers, obviously nervous.

“Well hi there, Kate. My name’s Nick, this is my partner, Greg.”

Kate whispers something to her friend and they burst into giggles, further nagging at Greg’s patience.

“So, Mary and Kate, you two twins like the Olsens?”

“No!” Their giggles intensify.

“Yoo-hoo! Team MK!” a shout catches the girls’ attention, a wildly waving woman surrounded with more tipsy women…

All staring at them.

Or rather. Nick.

“Coming!” the girls call back in unison. “See you later, Nick…”

“Bye,” Nick chuckles, and is blissfully unaware that the two girls look back while he starts schmoozing in the opposite direction, catching a glimpse of his rear end.

Of course he just had to wear the tightest pair of jeans he owns today of all days.

“Hey, Nick, I’m gettin’ tired, and it’s gettin’ late. Can we just bounce?” Greg tugs at his belt loop, reeling Nick back into his arms as he wraps them around his waist.

“Aw, gee, G, can’t we just stay a little longer? What’s with you, thought you loved parties! You were always the extrovert outta us.”

“I do, I am, but I just…want you…” Greg rests his chin over Nick’s shoulder, nibbling on his ear lobe. “And I want to bring you to the real party…in the bedroom. Only guests are you…me…and two guys named Dick and Johnson.”

“Yeah, okay, let’s go,” Nick squeaks, his ears turning red and he chugs the rest of his beer, tossing it into the nearest can and nearly sprinting past his frat boy friends, all seeing him dragging Greg in tow and whooping and holler it, “Get it, Stokes!”

Greg only allows it because he does get it, and more when he takes out his social aggressions in the bedroom.

The next morning, bright and early, Nick is already awake and out of the shower, a towel strewn around his neck that he shimmies off before whipping it playfully onto Greg, still stiff as a board.

“Rise and shine, Greggo!”

“How are you awake?” Greg growls. “You had more to drink than me!”

“You’re becoming a lightweight,” Nick chuckles, hopping into bed and scooping Greg into his arms, who starts to squirm.

“You’re still wet…”

“I can make you wet, too…” Nick whispers.

“I just got dry…” Greg whines.

“You really gon’ leave me all alone with Johnson? He needs his friend, and I need you…”

“Nick,” Greg starts in a warning tone as Nick crawls over his body, ready to crush him in a sloppy, wet heap mass and while any other day, Greg would be all for it, he’s just so tired.

“Fine then,” Nick pouts. “I’m going for a jog.”

He rolls off the bed and with a hop, starts for the door when Greg props himself on his elbows and calls out for him.

“Uh, not dressed like that you’re not!”

“Whadja mean?” Nick mumbles, turning back towards Greg with one hand gripping the door frame.

“All you got is a pair of shorts! That’s too hot for this neighborhood to handle. No shirt?”

“C’mon, Greg, you know…” Nick lowers his voice, though the house is empty except for them and Sam who’s happily watching this domestic dispute. “I get all sweaty and then my nips—”

“Just get changed then! Throw on some pants and a dark shirt.”

Nick groans, but closes his eyes and nods with his hands on his hips. He struts over to the walk in closet, and in less than a minute comes out with the same tight ass pair of jeans as yesterday and a black tank, which Greg knows is on purpose so he again tells Nick—

“Nope! Try again, cowboy. Yain’t going out in those stirrups, cowboy!” Greg mocks his accent which turns Nick’s frown even more sour.

“I’ll stir you up…” Nick mutters under a frustrated sigh.

He comes out with a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie.

“There. Happy?”

“Yes. Very. Enjoy your run.”

“If I don’t die from the damn heat!”

Greg rolls back over in bed and rests his eyes, feeling satisfied with himself and knowing Nick will come home still wet and by then, he’ll have had a full pot of his gourmet blue hawaiian coffee and will be more than willing to dry him off...but there’s a disturbance in the force and he jolts up, hearing the distant chirping of loudmouthed birds.

Birds that of course, Nick just has to stop and admire and indulge. He watches as the fast walking crowd of women stroll down the silent street, engaging in a “casual, pleasant, innocent” conversation with Nick that’s anything but—and Greg’s one hundred percent certain that Nick knows exactly what he’s doing.

“What’s the rush, hun?” one of the women call out to him.

“It’s a bit chilly out here, isn’t it? Gotta keep the blood pumpin’!”

“If you need someone to keep your buns warm, Mr. Stokes, I volunteer!”

“Buncha cougars…” Greg mutters, and mopes his way down to the kitchen.

“No, no, that’s quite alright, ladies. Got my own bun warmer at home,” Nick calls back to them, but Greg doesn’t hear it.

Nick returns almost an hour later, his grey hoodie turned a darker shade and his pants already peeling off of his legs while he drudges to the fridge, cracking and sucking on not just one, but two ice cold waters.

And all he got was more ice from Greg.

“Have fun on your jog?” Greg pretends to be interested as he’s flipping through the latest developments in the DNA field in a scientific journal.

“Yeah, actually, I did,” Nick pants. He grabs another bottle of water. “God, I’m so thirsty, though…”

“Not as thirsty as those women lusting after you.”

Nick spits out his water, Greg starts to mentally calculate the directory as if it were blood spatter.

“Oh, c’mon, Stokes, you can’t be that blind to your Southern charm!” Greg ignores Nick’s plight of coughing to continue his grilling. “Every damn pair of eyes in the neighborhood is on you, and I thought you’d be a little more disturbed by that given your history—”

“Wait a second...are...are you jealous?” Nick huffs with his hands on his knees, a laugh stuttering between heavy breaths.

“What? No!”

“You are! You so are, Sanders,” Nick wheezes.

“Well it’s not funny! Those women are really gonna—!”

“Oh, please, they’re harmless. Trust me...I know real stranger danger when I see it,” Nick adds a bit seriously, but shakes it off as he tosses the empty bottles into the trash can and walks around, massaging Greg’s shoulders. “Besides, maybe if you came on a jog with me, you’d get some eyes too. If you can keep up, that is…”

“Please,” Greg scoffs. “I’d pass you up any day of the week.”

“Wanna bet?” a husky whisper into Greg’s ear makes the hair on the back of his neck stand up.

“Although I suppose…” Greg clears his throat, unwilling to necessarily let Nick off the hook just yet and indulge in the fantasy, “even if I were to fall behind...it’s a behind worth seeing.”

He can feel the heat radiate from Nick’s cheeks and can feel a hardening bulge poking into his back, which isn’t as shocking as the groping of both of his butt cheeks.

“Only behind I wanna see is yours,” Nick tells him, and walks away, slowly stripping off his sweatsuit and giving Greg exactly what he wants.

#nick x greg #csi fic #nick stokes #greg sanders #csi fan fiction #mk.op #mk.edit #mk.fic #i couldn't find the exact hood picture i wanted to use but that one will suffice

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6. Let’s make a deal shall we? With Reddie?

EEEE THANK YOU BBY I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS!! If not you can beat my ass Friday XD

“Let’s make a deal, shall we?”

The statement comes unprompted from Richie’s lazy form in the hammock, shouted across the clubhouse in a poor imitation of a Bond villain Eddie is too tired to keep up with.

Eddie peeks over his comic book from Bill’s old spot; their friend, the last one of the Losers to leave besides Mike, had moved for college a few weeks prior, and Eddie and Richie honestly weren’t far behind. Richie was due to leave for California any day now, and Eddie...Eddie was headed to New York. Tomorrow. With his girlfriend (re: babysitter, as Richie had called her on more than one occasion) that he may or may not be hiding from in an effort to spend a few more hours with Richie.

Just a few more hours.

As Eddie’s stomach churns at the thought, he realizes he hasn’t given his friend an answer. He may have pulled out a voice, but it was a statement that Eddie was supposed to respond to, based on the way the raven-haired boy pushed up so he could look at Eddie and fiddle with his glasses.

Eddie turns a page without having really read the first one, his fingers just needing something to do besides stain the pages with sweat from their sitting in one place too long. “What kind of deal?”

“One of those marriage deals.” Eddie chokes, and Richie is quick to correct himself. “I mean! Wait! No! We don’t have to get married!” Richie really sits up now; he does it so fast the hammock angrily drops him to an unforgiving dirt floor. “I’m not, like, gay or anything--” he’s spitting out dirt as he tries to talk, and for some reason, Eddie can’t move from his spot to check on him.

Eddie grips the comic book so tightly he feels one of the pages tear a bit. He doesn’t care. “Yeah. uh. Not gay. I know you’re not gay. I’m not gay either.”

The statements hang in the air while Richie situates himself on a sturdier chair, neither of them really even breathing for fear of disturbing the bubble they’ve created here. The lies taste like dirt on Eddie’s tongue and he just barely catches himself in time to not retch. He figures the way his throat and eyes twitch and the blood that is pooling in his cheeks may have given him away or, at least, alerted Richie to the fact that he was uncomfortable. Neither one calls the other out.

Richie clears his throat. “I guess, uh, what I meant was--God, I sound like Bill--what I meant was we could, you know, live together. You know. If I’m not married and you’re not married by the time we’re 35, we could buy a house wherever we want and be bachelors forever.”

“I can’t stand you, how the fuck could I live with you?”

“You can too stand me,” Richie insists, but there’s a look behind his eyes that Eddie knows means he’s been hurt. “You would have gone and hidden from Myra at Mike’s farm instead of hiding here with me if you couldn’t stand me.”

Eddie pulls his bottom lip into his mouth; Richie has a point. He doesn’t know how right he is. Eddie would give anything to be going to California with Richie instead of to New York with Myra. He doesn’t have anything to retort. “Richie, I...I’m getting married. Right after college.”

“Things can change,” Richie’s voice has taken on a definite edge, but Eddie hears the hitch in his breath. It’s enough to make Eddie hide his face behind his comic to hide his own red eyes.

“I don’t know, Rich. I...mom already had me give her the ring.”

Richie is uncharacteristically silent before storming to the ladder, quickly scaling it. “Well, offer’s on the table. We all know that’s not gonna last.”

Eddie breathes out a quiet “Deal,” although he’s not sure Richie heard. He swears he sees Richie’s foot waver on the top rung when Eddie speaks, but when Richie keeps going, Eddie is afraid he didn’t hear him.

He doesn’t call Richie and apologize like he feels like he should.

*~*~*

It's 23 years before Eddie sees Richie again, 27 years after their first encounter with the clown that has killed so many, including sweet Stan, and took their memories of one another piece by piece. Everything was so murky when he got back to Derry at first, but now it's all clear as a bell, now that he's lying in a hospital bed, actually struggling to breathe for the first time in his life.

He's not alone, though. It's not so scary. Richie and Beverly are holding his hands; Ben is rubbing at his feet because not only are his hands good for building delicate things, they're good at reflexology, too; Bill is settled on the bed with a hand on part of his chest that isn't torn, trying to be a steady force against which Eddie can start to regulate his breathing; Mike is stroking his hair from somewhere above.

In all of it, he lets out a choked laugh. If he dies, he's not alone.

He passes out shortly after staring Richie in the eyes, remembering their last encounter as teenagers. The way Richie ran away from him, and how this entire time he’d been home, Richie kept running back to him, protecting him just like he had all those years before.

Richie's the only one in the room when Eddie wakes up for real, eyes fluttering open and then snapping shut against the startling sun, intruding through the windows. He's got a killer migraine, but he can breathe.

Fuck, he can breathe.

His chest doesn't hurt.

He lets one hand move across where there should be a gaping hole, but there's nothing.

He feels someone sit on the bed next to him and gently take his hand. He recognizes those hands as Richie's, but he can't open his eyes. Even though he wants to look at Richie all the time, his head hurts too badly.

"What happened?" Eddie slurred.

"We don't know." It is a quiet admission, and Richie starts stroking his thumb across the back of Eddie’s hand. "They had you in surgery and...you just started closing up? Everything's working perfectly, the doctors say you can go home soon." One knuckle strokes at Eddie's cheek. "You gotta open those doe eyes, though."

Eddie keeps them closed. "I don't wanna go home."

They're both quiet for a long moment, and Richie pulls his hand back down to where his other one is holding Eddie’s. "No?"

"No." Eddie shifts a little, moving his head from where the window is so that he can just barely squint. Nope. Still hurts. He shuts them tight again. "Where is everybody?"

"They had to go get everything packed up at the Inn, but they'll be back soon, Eds."

Eddie hums and tries to nod. Good. That gives them time to talk. "We had a deal."

Richie chuckles lowly; it's self-deprecating, a tone Eddie doesn't like him using. It's the only voice of Richie's he actually hates, just because it breaks his heart. "Yeah, that only works if you agreed to it and held up your end of the bargain, baby."

"I did agree to it," Eddie insisted, voice strained. He needs water, but he needs to finish this conversation more. "I don't wanna go home to Myra. I wanna find a new home with you."

There's a long pause, and Richie is frozen in place. "Bachelor life calling your name, hm?"

"No," Eddie insists. "I don't want that either."

Richie is still and quiet long enough for Eddie to almost open his eyes, fuck the pain, but right as he's doing so, Richie's lips are pressed against his own. His fingers keep Eddie’s chin tilted toward him as they kiss, soft and sweet and hesitant. Eddie melts, tears from the stress of this whole situation and sadness of a lifetime lost with his best friend hitting him hard while Richie coos at him.

"Deal," Richie says softly, moving to kiss at Eddie's cheeks, his temples. "We'll find a new home, Eds, I promise. You don't gotta cry. You're okay. You're gonna walk out of here and we're gonna go home, baby. We're gonna spend as much time as we can with our friends, too, because life is too fuckin' short."

Eddie lets out a little snort--when did Richie get so good with words?--and nods, finally able to flutter his eyes open all the way and smile at his friend, who looks just as tired and sick as Eddie feels.

"Close the blinds and lay down with me, Trashmouth," he insists, moving to make room.

"Deal."

If the other Losers come back to find them curled up together, Richie's face buried in Eddie’s hair and Eddie’s face finally blissful, they don't tease.

They knew well enough.

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Searching for a New Dragon Relic

"So what new relic are we searching for this time?" Tuffnut asked, raising an eyebrow as the Dragon Riders flew through the air.

"Well there are new dragons appearing- and wherever there are new dragons... there's dragon hunters," Hiccup said. “I don’t think that answers my question,” Tuffnut said.

"Seriously?" Charlotte groaned, throwing her head back, annoyed, "do these guys ever give us a break!?"

“You would know about breaks!” Snotlout said. “Well I’ll give you a break!” Charlotte growled and Echo tried to bite at Hookfang who screeched in surprise and anger. Before a fight could ensue, Toothless roared at the two dragons.

“Hey, enough! Both of you,” Hiccup said sternly, “focus.” He took out his telescope and looked into it. He saw a familiar sight.

There was a group of dragon hunter ships. "Dragon ships due north," Hiccup said, "tight formation, everyone."

The others nodded before their dragons dove down and flew towards the ships. "Wait a minute!" Fishlegs exclaimed before two large hook-like spears flew at the group.

"Hit the deck!" Harry shouted and the dragons quickly dispersed. Toothless screeched and roared before he fired a plasma blast at the first ship.

A rope suddenly wrapped around the Night Fury's hind leg and he roared in alarm. "Easy, bud!" Hiccup said as he tried to get the rope off.

There was a screech and a red and orange Deadly Nadder slammed into the two, the force of the slam throwing Hiccup off Toothless. The two went falling towards the water.

"Hiccup!" Astrid exclaimed, her eyes widening.

Atlas and Ember dove downwards. Ember caught Toothless and Atlas caught Hiccup.

“Ah, thanks!” Hiccup said to Atlas who growled in response. Hiccup looked towards the dragon and it’s rider and he widened his eyes in realization.

These dragons weren’t in trouble. They were helping these hunters. He glanced down at the ship and saw a woman with Dragon Hunter armor. She had dirty blonde hair and light blue eyes.

She looked at a Viking and raised her hand. “Retreat,” she said firmly. The man nodded before he quickly steered the ship away.

Toothless growled, his eyes narrowed. Hiccup frowned. “Hiccup? You okay?” Astrid asked, making him look at her.

“Um… yeah,” Hiccup said, “let’s just head back.” “We maaay have to land first,” Demetrius said, “I don’t think Ember can hold a dragon for that long.”

Toothless, Ember and Atlas glared at him. “Just saying,” Demetrius said before the group went to land.

*********

“So… we have new dragon hunters,” Snotlout said as the group had went back to the Edge and decided to talk in the Clubhouse.

“Thanks captain obvious,” Charlotte said, earning an elbow to the side from Marley and a glare from Snotlout.

Hiccup stayed quiet as he kept pacing. Astrid furrowed her eyebrows and she walked over to him. "You okay?" She asked.

He looked at her, "those dragons... they were working with dragon hunters. Is that not concerning?" "Most definitely," Tuffnut said.

"Possibly," Ruffnut said. "This is serious, you two," Gregory said, frowning, "Amarys is capable of luring in dragons so they can do her bidding."

"Wait... who?" Hiccup said, turning to him. "Amarys. That's her name," Gregory said. "And how do you know that?" Snotlout asked, giving him a suspicious look.

"Because she's... my lover," Paige spoke up. Everyone, except Gregory, Charlotte, Thomas, Harry, Kaitlin, Marley, Natalia, Demetrius and Shiloh, widened their eyes.

"Whoa," Ruffnut said. "Quite the turn of events, milady. A broken heart," Tuffnut said dramatically. Paige looked at him and shifted with discomfort. Cassiopeia growled and she whacked Tuffnut across the head, making him fly to the floor with a yell.

"Why is she doing with dragons anyway?" Hiccup asked Paige. "Because she's searching for the same relic that we're looking for," Paige sighed, "ever heard of the Dragon Sword?"

"Dragon Sword? What's that?" Fishlegs asked. Paige looked to Shiloh who nodded and pulled out a book. "Hey, is that mine?" Fishlegs asked, frowning. "Mmmaybe," Shiloh said, making Fishlegs grumble.

Shiloh showed Hiccup a page that had a picture of a stone that looked like a sword with a dragon wing and a crescent blue moon engraved in it. "That's interesting," Hiccup said, "I've never seen that before."

"That's because it's a legendary relic," Kaitlin said, "the pieces are hard to find but we'll find it regardless." "That sounds like a good idea," Snotlout said with a nod.

Charlotte gave him a look, "you won't try to steal it, will you?" "Hey!" Snotlout said, offended.

"Alright, focus you two," Hiccup said and he pulled out the Dragon Eye, "this changes everything."

#self insert #my au #my ocs #how to train your dragon #dragons: race to the edge #fanfiction #lgbtqia

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Chapter Three: A New Home and Revelations

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As Brooke walked through the airport she was glad to finally be able to stretch her legs. She had never been that good at flying so now it was over at least she could take a breath and somewhat relax. To the world she looked like a confident twenty one year old exploring the world but inside she felt like the scared little eight year old she once was.

Finally after scanning the arrivals hall she saw a couple holding a sign with her name written on. It took her a second to start walking towards them but as she did she felt a sense of familiarity about them, like she had met them in a past life. Taking a deep breath she pushed the feelings aside, smiling at them as she walked closer.

“Brooke right?” The woman smiled softly at her.

“Yeah that’s me” Brooke nodded as the guy took her suitcase from her.

“I’m Chris and this is my wife Laura” he smiled.

They quickly sensed that Brooke wasn’t in the mood for talking as they walked through the airport.

The drive to her new home was quiet, which she was grateful for, all she wanted to do was eat and take a nap. It had been a long flight, but she had a feeling that she wouldn’t be able to get a nap for a while.

Looking out the window she watched the trees and scenery as she headed to her new home. Soon enough the car came to a stop at a large set of metal gates. This was it, this would be home for who knows how long. She watched as Chris spoke to the guys guarding the gate. Pulling her headphones out she paused her music to listen to what they were saying but it was all in whispers so she gave up. The sound of a familiar rumble in the distance caught her attention. She knew that sound anywhere. As they drove into the property Brooke was shocked this place was huge, there were bikes racing about and a lot of fit guys. Maybe this place wouldn’t be so bad after all.

Once the car was parked she climbed out of the car, stretching her back, feeling the soothing of her bones cracking.

“Come on, first stop is meeting the president” Chris said as he hauled her suitcases out of the car.

“Is this some kind of democracy? Like you have your own President” Brooke said raising her eyebrow. Where the hell as she.

“All will come clear” Chris laughed holding his lighter out to light Brooke’s cigarette as well as his own “I have a feeling you are going to fit in perfectly”

Soon enough they were standing in a room that looked like an office, Brooke looked around seeing all of the pictures lining the white walls. Wherever she was, it looked like a big family.

"Prez this is Brooke her family sent her to live with me and Laura" Chris said nodding at the blonde who smiled, awkwardly waving a small wave as two more guys appeared.

One of them definitely caught her attention, and she couldn’t help but smirk. His golden hair, bright blue eyes and bulging muscles covered in tattoos. He was definitely a god and definitely Brooke’s type. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad living here with the eye candy she thought. Before mentaly scolding herself for practically drooling over the blonde god.

She was in a complete world of her own so she didn’t realise that the other guy was staring at her rather intently.

“Urm mate take a photo it lasts longer” she sassed “in fact scratch that I don’t know what the hell you would do with it.” All the guy could do was smirk which annoyed her.

“I mean the sass is there” he chuckled as he studied her face a bit harder. “Wait, it can’t be. Please tell me this isn’t a joke”

“Urm” Brooke said, extremely confused as everyone stared at her. To make matters more confusing everything and everyone seemed so familiar. Like she had been here before. There was something about this place that felt like home.

“Please tell me you actually brought her home” the dark haired guy said on the verge of tears.

"sorry don't know what you are on but I've never been here in my life" Brooke snapped as she fiddled with her lighter in her pocket.

“Yeah it’s definitely her Bro” Blonde god grinned.

“Can someone just tell me what the fuck is going on” Brooke huffed. She always hated being kept in the dark. Before she could process what was going on she the air was squeezed out of her in a bone crushing hug.

“I think you need to take a seat as we have some things to explain” Blonde god said, the power that radiated off him made Brooke want to submit to his every word. “Where have you been all this time?”

“Long story short, living in London, like causing trouble. Caused said trouble and my adopted parents sent me to live here and now I’m hella confused and I don’t like it” Brooke said as she played with her thumb ring, the one this she always did when she was nervous.

Around two hours had passed and Brooke learned that the dark haired guy was James, her older brother and blondie was Xavier. She was part of this family before she was kidnapped when she was around eight. Which tallied up with all her memories of the foster homes and that time she didn’t like to think about let alone mention. Every question or piece of information the boys have her made her head spin even more. She had so many questions but had no idea where to start. Whether it was from the confusion or lack of sleep she felt her eyes get heavy before everything went black.

The lads watched as Brooke’s knees gave way, without a second though Xavier was by her side wrapping his arms around her waist so she didn’t crash onto the floor. Adjusting his grip he laid her on the sofa that was in the office. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. The last time her saw her she was the shortest sassiest little eight year old known to man. He was honestly speechless as the woman laid in front of him.

“I can’t believe it’s her” he mumbled as he ran his hand through his hair. “I didn’t think we’d see her again” he took in her features but a couple of things caught his eye as her jacket slipped off her shoulder revealing some nasty scars, most of which looked like burns apart from the six inch scar that was definitely from a knife. Anger ran through his veins as his blood boiled, this was his bumble bee and he was ready to find the bastard that did this to her and make him pay for laying his hands on the girl.

“Xav” James called “now isn’t the time to be thinking about revenge okay, we need to take things slow this is a lot to take in”

“Yeah you are right” Xav sighed, pushing himself to his feet. Before walking out of the office, he needed some air.

“Xavier please tell me my eyes aren’t deceiving me and that was actually Brooke I saw go into your fathers office” hi mum smiled.

“Yeah mom it is” Xavier nodded.

“And you aren’t happy about that no?” She said softly knowing the internal battle her son was having.

“I couldn’t protect her mom” he sighed not making eye contact as his mind filled with the events of that day “that day was the worse day ever, I told her I wouldn’t let anything happen to her but I didn’t follow her and she’s been through god knows what”

It was Brooke’s eight birthday party, the compound was buzzing with excitement, as they were getting everything set up for the princess of the club.

Xavier barged into Brooke’s room to find her sitting on her bed colouring some unicorn.

"Bumble you wanna to come down to the pool with me and James" Xavier grinned watching her green eyes light up causing her to drop her crayon.

"get out of my room then you big oaf" she giggled trying to push him out of the room.

Xavier grinned even though he was 5 years older, everyone knew he would do anything for Brooke, their bond was like no other and she always went to him is she was upset or needed a cuddle after having a bad dream. Within five minutes he felt a small hand grab his before being pulled towards the pool.

“Last one there smells” Brooke shouted already running off, with her panda bear safely tucked under her arms, before reaching the edge of the pool, dropping the panda on the lounge chari and jumping into the water, not wasting any time.

The hours passed and the place was filled with giggles as the three of them messed about in the pool, until Brooke was growing tired and climbed out of the water.

"I'm going to go for a walk" she grinned pulling her dress over her wet bathing suit and grabbed her panda.the bear she took everywhere since Xavier won it at the fair for her last year.

"OK B stay where we can see you" James smiled as he tackled Xavier dunking him under the water.

After about 20 minutes that’s when there was an ear piercing scream that could be heard around the compound making everyone freeze. That was Brooke’s scream. The boys clambered out of the pool so fast running over to where the scream came from but they couldn’t see anything and were soon ordered by their fathers to go wait in the clubhouse.

Xavier sighed as the memory replaced in his mind.

“I should have followed her, I should have been there to protect her. I broke my promise to her” he said blinking back the tears that had formed.

"Hey you didn't know son" his dad said putting his hand on his son's shoulders.

"The thing is she doesn't even remember us, that’s what’s killing me more than anything, she doesn’t remember her family” Xavier snapped as the tears threatened to fall. "I'm going on a ride" He muttered leaving the room. He needed to clear my head, he was future president of the Blackstar Mc and he couldn’t let people see him like this. See him so weak.

One thing caught his eye as he stood on the main steps to the club house. A perfectly white kawasaki ninja pulled up the drive but he didn’t recognise the bike nor the number plate. He was so caught up over the bike he didn’t even realise that James was now by his side.

"Xav we need to talk" James said. Xavier knew what this was going to be about. "I'm talking to you as my best friend and not how a future vp would to his future prez right" he said running his hand through his hair.

"Ok bro fire away" Xavier nodded, sparking his smoke.

"I know how much you are tearing up right now, but we all are. We just found Brooke after so many years” James said “but I know that look Xav, that’s your I want this girl to be mine look”

“I can’t help it” Xavier sighed.

"I know bro, I know" James sighed "I just want to say I am fine with you being with her and couldn't think of a better person to be with her, but please protect her and don't freak her out because there are a lot of things we are going to have to explain to her." Xavier knew where James was coming from at the end of the day she was his blood.

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scribbuluswrites · 4 years

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The Introduction

Happy Friday! Because it felt so empty without posting, (and because I couldn’t help myself) here’s a prequel chapter to Faking It. In case anyone wondered how Kat and Happy even met...

Katarina teetered on her heels. She’d been talked into attending a wild party with her roommate, and she was doing her best to really let go tonight. Finals week had thoroughly kicked her ass, and now she was going to get at least a little reward.

The place was packed with people. Women in shorts that left nothing to the imagination hurried around, handing out drinks and cleaning off tables. All of the men were wearing heavy leather vests.

It wasn’t her scene, but she couldn’t deny how much she was fascinated by it, even if she was more than a little scared. She’d seen the flash of a few pistols, and almost every member had a knife attached to their belt. There were rumours about the MC, and from the looks of them, most of them were probably true.

“Easy, darlin’.” One of the bikers caught her elbow, steadying her just before she bumped into someone carrying a tray. His blue eyes were shining, obviously enjoying how out of place she must look.

“Thanks. The bartender is very generous,” she grinned, eyes landing on the Oakland patch on his vest. “I like your matching leather vests.” Kat followed him to a set of armchairs, perching on the arm of the one he flopped down in.

“Kuttes,” he corrected, taking a sip of his beer. “I’m Jax,” he introduced. “You new to the clubhouse?” Kat nodded, ducking her head. She hated that he could so obviously see through her. She hoped that playing over confident would help her blend in.

“Yeah, that obvious?” Jax raised his eyebrow, still waiting for her name “Oh, Katarina,” she added with a quick shake of her head.

“Little bit,” he said, looking her up and down. “What do you know about the Sons?” At his appraisal, she tried to put on her most casual expression.

“My roommate told me you’re a biker gang,” she replied, pointing to a girl with fire engine red hair. She was underneath a guy with a mohawk, letting him practically dry hump her on the couch.

“We’re just motorcycle enthusiasts. She looks like she’s got her piece for tonight,” he grinned, taking another drink. He grabbed a beer off a passing tray, putting it in Kat’s empty hands. “What about you, Katarina? Anyone caught your eye?” Kat had already seen the gold wedding band on his hand, and turned her attention to the rest of the guys. Pretending to be a man eater was her safest tactic, and she did her best to seek out the biggest, baddest biker in the group.

There was an older man with long silver hair playing pool with a wiry guy with curly black hair. On the other side of the building, a heavy set man was getting his neck aggressively gnawed on by two girls already down to their bras.

“The girls are pretty aggressive here,” she commented, taking a long drink of the beer. Very public displays weren’t common for her group of friends.

“Crow Eaters go after what they want,” Jax shrugged, watching her continue to take inventory of everyone. Kat’s eyes stopped on someone across the room. There was a girl sitting on his lap already, but he was paying more attention to his card game. “Oh no, Happy’s not for beginners.” Bingo.

“Happy?” Katarina repeated, not looking away. “What makes you think I’m a beginner?” she added, turning to look at him when he chuckled.

“Hap doesn’t do innocent. Trust me, doll. You’d have better luck with Opie,” Jax told her, gesturing to someone else wearing an Oakland patch.

“I’m not a Crow Eater, but I know how to get what I want, too.” Happy caught her glance, his dark eyes hard. Katarina gave him a small grin, putting her hand on Jax’s knee. She had no idea what she was doing, but it seemed to be working. Happy’s face darkened just enough to let her know he didn’t like the attention she was giving his brother.

“So you really want to play with fire,” he laughed, letting her use him. Jax held out his arm, showing off his reaper tattoo. “Hap’s real proud of his tattoos, definitely want to out do me,” he winked, taking her hand and tracing her fingers over the scythe.

“Much obliged,” she smiled, letting him kiss her hand before he got up. Kat started to slide into the chair, stopping when someone else dropped into it.

“It’s not very nice to stare at me while you’re feeling up the mother charter’s golden boy.” Katarina found herself face to face with Happy. His deep, raspy voice fit his threatening exterior perfectly.

“About as nice as staring back with someone already in your lap,” she replied, stifling a gasp when he pulled her off the arm of the chair. Kat knew her face was bright red, but she was still going to act braver than she felt.

“Are you jealous, little girl?” he asked, moving his hands to the arms of the chair. If she wanted to get up, he was going to let her. Kat settled herself a little more comfortably on his lap.

“I’ll admit it if you do.” Happy smirked, his hand coming to rest on her thigh. Kat traced over the patches on his kutte. “So you’re one club, different groups?”

“Charters. Nomads are a little more loosely affiliated,” he explained. Katarina nodded, sensing he wasn’t normally chatty.

“Why do they call you Happy?” she asked playfully, her fingers still running over his kutte. Just because he had a knife strapped to his thigh didn’t mean he was immune to her girlish charms.

Happy shifted her to the side, pulling up the hem of his shirt. His tan skin was covered in smiley face tattoos. He took her hand, moving it from the front of his kutte down to the cluster of tattoos. She ran her fingers over the ink, letting them slip lower over the deep V of his Adonis belt.

“I’m Katarina. No tattoos for it,” she shrugged, clearly distracted as her fingers continued to explore.

“Katarina,” he echoed, gaze moving across her face as she looked down. “I like it.” Kat glanced up, catching the way he was watching her. The look in his eyes was hungry, predatory almost.

Her instincts told her this was her make or break it moment. She could pull her hand back and continue her quiet life, or, she could grab his kutte and kiss him.

“There’s more,” he commented, moving her hand to his belt buckle. Kat froze. She suddenly became aware of the Crow Eaters engaged in all sorts of sexual acts right out in the open. “Got stage fright?” he asked, chuckling darkly at the startled expression on her face.

“I… what… here?” she spluttered, jumping off his lap. Kat wanted to shout at him for thinking she was that sort of girl, but she realized she had just been pretending to be that exact thing. She also realized how judgemental she was being.

Katarina was still thinking of what to say when she noticed Happy was laughing at her. He stood up and put a hand on her shoulder. He had called her bluff.

“Relax, girl. I’m just giving you shit.” Katarina sighed, feeling embarrassed. She didn’t want to be called out. More than that, she didn’t like being outed as a fake.

“Awesome,” she mumbled, rubbing the back of her neck. She wished Diane wasn’t occupied because she wanted nothing more than to go home and hide.

“For what it’s worth, you would have fooled any of the others. You gambled too big,” he replied, not really reassuring her.

“That’s my real skill,” she said sarcastically. Kat took a deep breath, reminding herself that it wasn’t Happy’s fault. She didn’t belong here, no matter how much she wanted to. “I’m just gonna go outside for a bit. My roommate is around here somewhere,” she trailed off, noticing Diane had gone missing along with the biker on top of her earlier.

“Who was she with?”

“Guy with a mohawk,” Kat answered, glancing around.

“Juice. He’ll make sure she gets home. Do you need a ride?” Happy asked, tilting his head down to catch her eyes again. Kat shook her head.

“No, I’ve got the keys.” Happy pulled out an old flip phone. “Are you really going to ask for my number?”

“Yeah, and I’m going to call it so you have mine. That way you can let me know you got home safely,” Happy explained, his tone allowing for no arguing. Kat told him her number, showing him the incoming call.

“Scary biker with a heart of gold,” she quipped, her eyes going wide when Happy suddenly pulled her against his chest.

“That's a secret, little girl,” he whispered, his mouth close enough to her ear to be heard over the music. Kat nodded, shocked when he kissed her cheek. “Don’t forget,” he reminded firmly, his gentle tone gone.

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just-jordie-things · 4 years

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Maybe 41 and 66 together?

Kiss Prompt #41: Forbidden Kiss Kiss #66: Staring At The Other’s Lips, Trying Not To Kiss Them, Before Giving In

The day you met Richie was life changing. You’d never felt a spark with someone like you did with him, a pull, with the easy flow of conversation, to the playful banter -not to mention he was cute- it was like love at first meeting. You started crushing on him right away.

He’d come over to Stan’s house for movie night, and was a bit early from wanting to be out of the house as soon as possible.

Stan had told Richie and the others earlier that there would be someone new there tonight, and to be nice, but Richie hadn’t paid much attention at all to the announcement. Honestly, he’d made fun of Stan, claiming that there was no one else besides the Losers who would freely hang out with him. That was the end of the conversation.

But then he walked into the house to find you in the kitchen, arranging snacks on the counter (good snacks too. that’s how he knew you were The One) and you gave him a pleasant smile before saying hello and telling him your name, and just like that you started talking. Small talk turned to teasing, which turned to flirting, and by the time Stan had gathered all the pillows and blankets from around the house, and the others had arrived, you were pretty well acquainted.

Stan had walked into the kitchen, finding you leaning over the counter towards Richie, dangerously close, and he certainly did not like the way you were batting your eyes at him.

“Hey! Tozier!” Stanley snapped, pushing you off the counter and almost making you fall from how aggressive the action was.

Not to hurt you- just to get you as far away as possible from Richie Trashmouth Tozier as fast as he could.

“Paws off my sister!” Stan shouted.

“Sister?” Richie mumbled, glancing to you.

Hell, he didn’t know Stan as well as he thought he did. He did know he had a sister. You were rubbing your arm after it had awkwardly hit the stove, but you gave him a sheepish smile and a shrug. He figured that was your apology for not telling him.

“Off limits! She’s off limits! Understand?”

Stan was snapping his fingers in front of Richie’s even wider-blown eyes.

“Y-yeah, okay, fine,” Richie put his hands up in surrender. “Jesus Christ”

Richie walked out of the kitchen before Stan could vaguely threaten him anymore. He needed to sit down so that he could wrap his mind around what the fuck just happened.

“And you!” He heard Stan hiss at you. “Cut it with the goo goo eyes, it’s repulsive!”

“Oh fuck off, Stan,” You’d muttered back. “You’re no fun at all. He was cute”

And shit, if Richie’s heart didn’t soar-

But that’s how it had started.

It had been a few weeks since then, and still, Richie couldn’t shake the thought of you.

You’d hung out more with the group, going to the quarry, the arcade, whatever the boys did you usually tagged along. And it had been fun, you got along well with Stan’s friends, and you sure did enjoy seeing Richie more.

You did however listen to your brother’s rules. If he didn’t want you to pursue any of his friends romantically, then you wouldn’t. You didn’t want to cause a rift in the group. But that didn’t mean you didn’t slip a few lines here and there... a couple looks... maybe even a few delicate touches.

What? You liked the way he blushed when you looked him in the eyes, or brushed your hand over his arm. You found it funny that he had the dirtiest mouth but flustered at the most innocent things.

You didn’t realize that Stan had caught most of these interactions, and the only reason he hadn’t confronted either of you, or forced you apart, was because Ben thought it was cute, and told him, and I quote ‘why don’t you let them just see where it goes. I think he really likes her’

And Stan didn’t think that Richie had the capability to like you for real, he’d been certain it was nothing serious- it couldn’t be, this was Richie. The only interest he had in women were the ones he could gawk at, or Eddie’s mom. And neither gave him a good looking track history. So his dislike towards the two of you was somewhat justified.

You were sat together on the clubhouse hammock, awkwardly side by side and bent over with your feet on the ground, because it would have been much worse if you’d tried laying down. Richie had been excitedly telling you about a comic he was reading, and if you were being honest you didn’t really care for the comic, but oh lord it was a cuteness overload to see him gushing about it.

You leaned in a bit closer as he pointed to something, and as soon as you did, Richie’s eyes wandered from the comic to your intrigued expression. There was an amused smile on your face, and your eyes scanned the page as you read the scene he’d been talking about.

He shouldn’t have looked at you like that, because now there was no way he was going to have the will to look away.

“Game time!” Stan hollered, making the pair on the hammock jump apart in a. flustered fashion.

The others eagerly agreed, and were already buzzing with ideas. None of which Stan thought would affectively break his sister and Richie apart.

“How about hide and seek?” He offered, which seemed to work, because everyone shrugged and nodded.

“Hide and seek?” You questioned your brother. “The clubhouse is barely big enough for all of us?” You were shaking your head in confusion of his odd choice.

You weren’t totally oblivious, you knew Stan was trying to put some space between you and Richie. But you couldn’t help and test the boundaries a little.

“We’ll play in the woods” Stan muttered, giving you a glare.

You fired back by sticking your tongue out at him in a very sister-ly fashion.

“That would be fun!” Mike had spoken up, and you would’ve given him the same look if you didn’t think he was such a nice guy.

Almost immediately after, came the ‘not it!’ war, as everyone poked their fingers to their noses so they didn’t have to be the seeker.

Of course Stan lost, and of course you teased him for sucking at everything. As siblings do.

“You’ll stay down here,” Beverly decided. “Up against the wall, and count to... one hundred?” She glanced around to see if everyone thought it was a decent amount of time. Everyone nodded, and she grinned. “Great! Go count, Uris”

Stanley groaned, but stood up, and covered his eyes as he stood directly in front of the wall. When he started counting, and the others went wild.

Everyone scrambled for the ladder, laughing and squealing as they tried to get out of the clubhouse as fast as possible.

Before you could step onto the first rung, someone had grabbed your wrist.

You gave Richie a baffled look, and put a finger to his lips, before nodding off to the sort-of corner of the clubhouse, where there was an old wardrobe in horrible shape.

Your brows furrowed, but you let him pull your towards it, taking slow careful steps to keep quiet. Stan was just eight feet away.

It felt like forever as he opened the doors so they wouldn’t creak, pulling you inside with him. You held a hand over your mouth to hold back your giggles.

It wasn’t until he closed the doors, and you were plunged into darkness that you realized just how close you were to each other.

Was it still considered close if you were touching chest to chest?

You could just barely make out his silhouette, and when you glanced up to him. He had an eye on the crack in the doors, where he could sort of see Stanley, sill counting.

He was at thirty.

And then he looked down to you, only to find you staring at him.

‘This was your idea?’ You mouthed slowly, hoping he could read lips alright.

‘Yep’ He mouthed back with a slight smirk.

You rolled your eyes, but smiled at him nonetheless.

‘He’s gonna find us right away’ You said again.

‘Maybe’

It took you a second to figure out what he’d said, because his lips had barely moved, and maybe you stared at them a little longer than necessary while your brain pieced it together.

And then maybe just a few extra seconds. Long enough that he noticed, and he was smirking again.

Stan was at fifty.

Your eyes darted up to Richie’s, and shortly after he looked at you.

You felt like you should say something else, he was staring at you so intensely your heart was starting to do somersaults.

“Why is he such a slow counter?” Richie whispered just barely , but you still read his lips.

You shrugged your shoulders, at this point your heart was pounding in your chest too hard for you to trust your voice. Sure, you could’ve mouthed something back, but you didn’t have anything to stay.

“100!” Stan called out, and you almost jolted from he sudden shout. “Here I come!”

You held a hand over your mouth, while Richie watched Stan do a quick scan of the clubhouse, before heading up the ladder.

“He left”

Richie was still whispering, but at least you could actually hear him this time.

“I can’t believe this was your bright idea” You mumbled back, trying to look anywhere but him, but it was dark, and there were only a few old jackets hanging in the wardrobe.

“It worked, didn’t it?” He retorted. “Of course no one would hide here, not when the whole woods his an option,”

Your brows furrowed as you pursed your lips.

“And this would be the last place he looked, dumbass”

“Hey that’s my brother” You muttered.

“Your dumbass brother” He replied, and you chuckled as you shook your head again.

“I don’t get why I like you, Tozier” You muttered, and he grinned at you charmingly.

You smiled back at him as your head hit the back of the wardrobe doors.

“Oh I’m sure you can think of one reason, babe”

Your heart fluttered at the flirty nickname, but you didn’t give in so easy.

“Probably because you’re a massive dork” You teased, poking at his chest.

“Or maybe because of my massive-”

You slapped your hand over his mouth before he could finish that, and you could feel him grinning against your palm.

Slowly, your hand fell, and your eyes were drawn to the stupid smile that you were starting to fall in love with.

You had to bite back your own smile, as not to give him the satisfaction of making you grin at something so simple.

Your eyes flickered up to his before falling back to his lips again. You knew he was staring at your lips too, and the thought that maybe he’d kiss you made your heart start beating rapidly again.

But you caught yourself before you could start to lean any closer.

“Wait I-” You gently placed your hands against his shoulders, pushing him back the smallest amount so that there was some distance between you.

There was a crease in your brow as you met his eyes again.

“I can’t...” You mumbled, almost inaudibly. “I told Stan I wouldn’t”

He nodded, and despite being disappointed, he understood. He didn’t want to come between you and your brother, no matter how badly he wanted to-

You almost believed yourself, almost pushed down the thought of kissing him. But you just couldn’t.

So before you could chicken out, you leaned up again and slanted your lips over his.

Just when he thought he’d never get the chance.

His hands wrapped your your waist, deepening the kiss as he pulled you closer. You didn’t think you could get much closer in this tiny space, but he proved you wrong.

This might have been your one chance, so your hands traveled from his shoulders, to his neck, before carding through his hair.

His own hands reached upwards, practically seizing your jaw and tilting your head up more so he didn’t have to lean down as much to reach your lips.

A whimper died in the back of your throat, your lips parting in the slightest, and you took it as permission to slide his tongue over your lower lip. You smiled into the kiss as he did so, hands falling from his hair to slide down his chest.

Your fingers slipped just under the hem, skimming delicately over his skin. He tensed a bit from your cold fingertips, but the touch was very much welcomed.

Just as you were considering removing the shirt altogether- Stan was going to be looking for the others for a while, right?- the doors of the wardrobe were whipped open, from the outside.

Not only did you and Richie pull apart, but you both screamed bloody murder from the sudden action, and the light that blinded you both.

Your brother stood there, still holding the knobs of the wardrobe doors, staring at you both like he had just witnessed the most heinous crime.

(And he had)

“I found you...” He mumbled out, his tone void of the excitement it was supposed to hold when you find a hider.

“Uh...” You glanced between Stan and Richie, and gave him a horrible awkward smile. “It’s not what it looks like?”

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hermankopusortizorsumshite · 4 years

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WARNING: Mentions of sexual assault, blood, gore.

If any of those are a trigger warning, please don’t read this. I’ll get some fluffy Kozik up soon ❤️

💕Kozik’s Girl. Tig’s Baby.⭐️

You were a Trager, but you only met your pops once or twice, never really connected, but now in Charming on business; your father was unavoidable. Though he didn’t know, nor would you tell him, that while you lived in Tacoma you had slept with— on multiple occasions— a fellow brother named Herman Kozik, or Hermie as you dubbed him in bed.

“Hi, I’m Stella Trager. Here to see my pops,” you state as you head into the shop.

“Hey! Lady you can’t be here without car troubles, you can’t be back there.”

“I’m the daughter of Trager, you can go ahead and tell him his baby is out here getting a sunburn waiting for you to approve it or I can go in.” You snip at the Mexican boy chasing you down.

“He’s busy, but I can take a message for him.” You saunter passed him and shout into the garage over the tools and chatter.

“Daddy! I’m here.” You call, eyes scanning for his curls. You didn’t see them, but you did recognize the puff of blond hair coming towards you with a smile. When Trager and Kozik both stand in front of you, both looking confused.

“Baby—“

“Don’t you dare finish that motherfucking sentence. Stellar, you have ten seconds before I rip his balls off and stuff them down his throat. Why the hell is he responding to ‘daddy’?” He growls, eyes meeting yours.

“Well, I’m not sure what he’s even doing here. But, anyway, that’s what I came to talk about. I’m sleeping around with a Son.”

“That one? It had to be that fucking MORON? One in another COUNTRY would’ve been better than this fuckhead!” He swings on him, fist connecting with Kozik’s face.

“I’m sorry, pops. I didn’t know how else to tell you! I was thinking about moving back to Charming, but Kozik would have to be patched in here,and you’d have to agree.” You try to reason with him, but he barely hears you, as his fists pound relentlessly into Kozik’s face.

“And you expect me to patch you in after you got my dog killed and my daughter calls you daddy?” He screams, grabbing Kozik’s throat with both hands.

“Sir, I love your daughter.” He chokes out.

“She’s not just some lay, she’s my daughter.” He growls, his blue eyes like the deepest ocean.

“I know that, sir. That’s why I want patched in, man. I wanna marry her and I want our kids to know you. I want them to know we got over this decades-old shit and got passed it. I wanna tell em that your daughter is the prettiest woman alive. I wanna grow old with he—-“ He’s cut off with another hit, but a truck whips into the lot while everyone’s gathered around the ring, and a man jumps out and grabs you, hand covering your mouth and dragging you into the truck before whipping out of the parking lot, gunshots sounding off behind you. You were now blindfolded, bound, and gagged.

Kozik and Tig’s swings are stopped when Jax’s gun shoots off. They both turn their attention to the Vice President, his face pale.

“What, man? What’s goin on? Where’s Stellar? She alright?” His questions are met with a few looks of disgust and a few of pale ghastliness.

“She was just kidnapped man. Found this on the ground.” Jax murmurs, eyes averted to the ground as he hands off the note.

“Kidnapped? They just TOOK HER?” He pulls his gun out and hops on his bike, squealing out of the parking lot and flooring it down the road.

“Blue Chevy! Green passenger door! Crew cab! 2004!” Eyes watching for the description Jax shouted behind him.

“Son of a bitch!” He shouts, ducking just in time to miss the string across the alley he zoomed down. “Fuck!” He yells as he flies back out into the main road, hugging tight to his handle bars as he revs up between to cars at the intersection. He’s finally stopped by a police car, parked directly in the road, stopping him. He skids to a stop, lying his bike out, the hot tar ripping up his exposed forearms as he tumbles, landing at the cops feet.

“Mister Kozik, speeding, endangering the lives of civilians, failing to follow traffic signs, you’re looking at a hefty fine mister.” She taps the toe of her boot on the ground.

“I don’t care. They took her. They took her. They took my wife!” He screams at the top of his lungs, his heart burning as he starts to cry. “They took my baby.” He whispers, starting to get dizzy from the sun and the blood loss.

When you awoke, you knew where you were. You were in Tacoma, the smell of the air and the sound around you, it was Tacoma.

“Easy princess.” She knew that voice. “I’m gonna give you back to Kozik, but he’s not leaving Tacoma, you got that? I give you back, ALIVE, and you and Kozik move back to Tacoma, we put this behind us.” It was Reverend Wheeler, from the Tacoma charter.

“I—I’ll tell him that you did this!” You shriek, grabbing the ropes that held you down.

“Now, listen to me. I really want Kozik as the next President of this club, and he can’t be that from Redwood. Now, I’ve got some business calls to make. Keep quiet.”

“Kozik! How are things going down in Redwood?” Reverend Wheeler asks, listening as Kozik heaves a sigh.

“Somebody took Stellar.” He chokes, eyes watering.

“Oh shit, man. I’m sorry. I told you those Redwood Originals can’t keep anybody safe.” He offers, eyes flicking over to you.

“Yeah, guess you’re right. I gotta find her, man.” He whispers, hanging up. Pulling a burner phone from his breast pocket and dialing the same number.

“Hello?” His soft, confused voice broke your heart. He was being played the men who were supposed to love him.

“Herman. Kozik? Is it? I have someone who would like to speak with you. Remember darling, a wrong word, and I’ll kill ya.” He murmurs to you.

“You got my baby? You got her?” He shrieks, jumping to his feet and pacing the club. “I want her back, man. Listen, I don’t know why ya took her, but that’s my baby. That’s my girl. My best friend. My one and only, man. I just want her back. Please dawg, tell me what you want. I’ll make it happen.” He pleads, eyes begging one of his club members to help him. He was going crazy without you.

“We need ten thousand dollars, by tomorrow or your girl dies. And my god, I’d hate to see something happen to this little lady’s pretty face, Herman.” The man said, something about his voice stuck in the back of Kozik’s brain, eating away at him. He knew that voice.

“Lemme talk to her. I just wanna hear her voice, man. Please.”

“He-hello?” You ask, throat sore and dry.

“Holy shit, hey baby. I got you okay? I’m gonna kill these bastards. Don’t you worry! Just hold on, baby! I love you!” Tig watched Kozik fall apart in front of them, and he felt horrible. Tig was so distracted and angry with Kozik that he let his own daughter get kidnapped. The tears on the blondie’s face made him feel awful. First, Abel was stolen, but they found him. Now Tig’s daughter and Kozik’s babygirl. That shit was wrong. He knew, at that moment— Kozik in the clubhouse begging on his knees just to speak with you— that the blond moron was the best thing for you.

“I love you, Hermie.” She whispers, breaking what little piece of his heart was left. He staggered to his feet and his fist hit the wall.

“Baby!” He shrieks as the line goes dead. Nothing but dial tone filling his ears.

“We’re gonna get her, man.” Opie assures, his hand resting on Kozik’s back.

“I hope so. I know them. I don’t know how, but I know who it is. There was somethin’ about the way this guy said Herman, man.”

“It’s alright, dude. We’ll get her back. What’s the ransom?” Jax asked.

“Ten thousand. I got that shit, it’s chump change in Tacoma.” He stepped away from Opie for only a moment, but then his eyes were the size of saucers. “Tacoma. They’ve got her in Tacoma!” He barks, heading to his room to get the cash and sprinting for his bike.

“Woah! Woah! What do you mean they’ve got her in Tacoma? Why would anyone in Tacoma take her? Was it the Nomad charter? Why?” Tig asks, chasing after him.

“Because they didn’t want me leaving. So they took her, gonna use her as a bargaining chip for me to go back to Tacoma. Rev wanted me to be the next president, but when I told him I was probably moving, he came unhinged, man. Told me I’d regret not staying in Tacoma.” He explains as he packs his saddlebag before mounting his bike, taking a deep breath from his helmet, and smelling the sweetness of your coconut shampoo.

“Why would he do that?” He asks.

“Because Tacoma’s gettin’ desperate, man.” He takes off, leaving Tig and the crew to follow behind him as he headed for Tacoma. They arrived at the clubhouse and he busted through the door. Dropping the bag on the table, he grabs the prospect up and presses a gun to his head. “You’re gonna take me to the girl. Or I’m gonna spill your brains across the clubhouse table. You got me?” He growls, jamming the boy in the back as they headed outside. “You don’t take me to her, you alert any of these motherfuckers. I’ll goddamn kill you.”

“I got it, dude. Man, this club isn’t what it used to be dude. I want out.” He grumbles as he storms towards the shed.

“Tell you what, since you don’t seem to know anything, talk to Jax. Become part of the Redwoods. There’s other charts, kid. Don’t stay with these assholes. You wanna come back with us?” He asks, as the kid swings the door open. There you were, his sweet angel, duct taped to a support in the middle of the shed. “Baby, oh hunny. Look at you. Beautiful, sweetheart. Just beautiful. Always.” He whispers, hugging you against him. You let out a soft whine, the pain in your ribs twinging and stabbing. “What’s the matter baby?” He whispers, scooping you up.

“My ribs, they kicked me a lot. Sorry, hun. I’m okay. Just happy to see ya, daddy.” You laugh, sucking in a sharp breath and gritting your teeth.

“Easy, hunny. I got ya. Let’s go. You got any guff about sparky over there joining SAMCRO?” He asks, directing your attention to the sweet boy who was bringing you water and food when the club left.

“Nah, he’s a good kid. He deserves a good club.” You whisper, letting the kid hug you awkwardly, showing the rest of them he was good.

“We gotta get outta here they should be back any minute. Get the fuck outta here. I’ll take care of em.” The guy barks, heading into the clubhouse.

“Kid! Get your kutte on, let’s go. You ride with SAMCRO. Let’s go.”

“You guys aren’t gonna kill me right? Rev says if anyone found out about it, I’d get killed. No other charter would take a nark man.”

“Kid, you listen to me. You were the only one who brought my wife food and water while your president held her hostage. You deserve to be in a good club, you got a good heart. Now, let’s get outta here, before they come back.” Kozik was ready to zoom away, but he heard the bikes coming up the street. Digging through his bag, he tossed his second bulletvest to the kid.

“Put it on and stick with us, you’re crow now.” He calls to the kid. Rev pulls into the lot, seeing the Redwood MC his eyes widen for just a moment, scared out of his mind. How had he known?

“Crows.” Someone whispers. Kozik swings a leg over his bike and stands in front of Rev.

“You. You son of a bitch. You took my girl from me, make a ransom call from a burner, and think I wouldn’t remember when you threatened me? I’m gonna kill you. You’re fucking dead, Rev.”

“That right? Go ahead and shoot me, my boys will back me up, well except you, I guess.” He chuckles darkly, walking towards the bike you were currently perched on. “You tell him how I touched you? How you loved it? How you begged me to keep going? That Herman here, couldn’t get it up for ya anymore!” His maniacal laughter and shrieking is cut short when Kozik grabs him by the throat.

“You touched her?” He asks, eyes dark with hatred. Some MC wash up was now playing god with you.

“Hey man, if you ask her, she fuckin’ loved it.”

“Don’t. Don’t say another fucking word. Jax! Tig!” He shouts, you watching on as Jax and your dad each grab an arm.

“What? You gonna execute me in front of my men?” He chuckles.

“Yeah, I sure the fuck am, on your knees!”

“I believe the chap said,” Chibs’ boots kicked Rev in the back of the knees. “ON YOUR FUCKING KNEES!”

“Now, look at this. You here on the ground. You wanna suck my dick? Huh? You wouldn’t like that? I’m sorry, I don’t really remember asking. That’s my daughter that you just admitted to raping.”

“Huh, don’t that just suck man? I should let him do that doggie shit to ya, let him do what he wants and leave you here like the crying bitch that you are. But hey, I’ve got better plans. Take off his shirt.” Kozik slicked the blade across this man’s back, carving whatever he was carving into his skin, Rev crying out. “Lastly,” his sunk the knife into the front of Rev’s chest, cutting what appeared to be a circle, then proceeded to stuff his big hand into the opening and yank out Rev’s still beating heart.

“Kozik, man. I’ve never seen this Viking shit before. I didn’t know you had it in ya!” Jax cheers as Rev falls to the pavement. Kozik turns to you, your eyes wide and your face pale.

“Baby,” he starts towards you. He’d forgotten you were right there, witnessing the monster rearing it’s ugly head.

“Don’t. Don’t touch me.” You whispered. You held gently to him the whole ride back to Charming. No words were spoken between you two. Hell, you were scared out of your mind. You couldn’t believe what you saw. That was your man, the one who built you shelves for your workspace at home. The man whose strong arms made you feel so safe. You’d never witnessed this crusader of a barbarian, and it scared you.

“Baby, can I talk to you?” He murmurs, his heart breaking over again. You wouldn’t get any closer than four feet, scared of him.

“No! You ripped out some guy’s heart!” You shriek, grabbing a chair and putting it between you two.

“Keep your fucking voice down. Don’t be out here yelling that shit!” He hushes, stepping toward you.

“Jesus, what would stop you from doing that to me? What would stop you? Huh? What would stop you from killing me?” You shriek, arms wrapped around your small frame as you quake.

“What?” He asks. “You think I could do that shit to you? Baby, baby listen, I know I’m a little messed up, but he raped you and was gonna kill you. Chec, the kid from Tacoma, said they planned on killing you and dropping you off at our front door. As a warning. And I wasn’t gonna just let that shit happen!” He shouts, and you shriek, covering your head with the blanket that was wrapped around you.

“I’m sorry, Kozik. I just need some time. This shit that went down, I’m still a little fuzzy, but you ripping out someone’s heart, that’s clear. I saw you. What did you carve into his back?” You coo, eyes still on the floor.

“Your name.” He steps a step closer to you, you take one backwards.

“I need time. It’s over, Kozik. I’m sorry. I can’t be with someone who can live two separate lives, because like today, those two became one.” You head out the door, limping and dragging your blanket behind you. You spent the night in Kozik’s room at the clubhouse, avoiding eye contact with everyone who watched on confused. Eyes turned to the door as Kozik walked in, his eyes directed towards the barkeep.

“Gimme a couple shots of something strong. It’s gonna be a long night.” He grumbles, putting himself on a barstool.

“What’s going on man?”

“Nothing, apparently women aren’t as keen to that barbarian shit.” He chuckles dryly. “Hey, I’m gonna stay in the guest room across the hall from her, do you guys mind? I just, I don’t wanna leave her alone, guys.” He murmurs, eyes fogging with tears, only to blink them away.

“Hey there, Conan. You wanna throw me over your shoulder and have your way with me?” A crow eater wandered up to him, smooth talking and sexy, she was hard to resist. “Oh come on, baby. You and I both know you did that to protect her. That’s hot.”

“Yeah. I did.”

“And all she did was think you were a monster. You sexy, beautiful beast. Lemme show you what a real man should feel.” He downed three more shots, feeling buzzed enough to go through with it. She leads him to his dorm, pushing him back onto the bed, letting him wrap a denim clad leg across her soft skin, the rough denim exciting her.

“She doesn’t deserve me.” He whispers, letting her ravage his body.

“That’s right, baby. Let me show you what you deserve.” She whispers, sending fire chasing her lips down his chest.

The next morning, she’d figured it was time to talk to Kozik. She was sorry for overreacting the night before. As you step into the clubhouse after heading out for a coffee, you tiptoe over the women and men on the floor, heading back to Kozik’s room. As you reach for the handle, you hear your dad from behind you.

“Hey, he’s not in there. He already went to the shower and said he was headed back to your house.”

“Well he’s not there. I’ll just wait for him in here. can you call him?” You ask, twisting the knob and swinging open the door.

“I won’t need to.” He mutters, eyes dark with fear. As you stepped into his dorm you knew why. The stench of sex hung in the air, and your eyes fall onto the scene before you. Some blond, hair flowing over Kozik’s arm, his big arms holding her tight to his body the way he held you.

“What in the mother fuck is going on in here!?” You rage, ripping his blanket from them, revealing naked bodies. “Kozik, you better be pranking me, you fuck.” You growl, watching his eyes flutter open and land on you.

“Awe shit, baby. I—“

“I dare you to try and save it. Go ahead.” You grind through clenched teeth, tears falling down your face.

“Babe, I—“

“He just wanted to feel good about what he did. You made him feel like shit for killing a man who raped you and hurt you. I was a comfort, if you will.” You grabbed the closest weapon, a baseball bat and stretched it back above your head.

“You have ten seconds, doctor Phil.”

“Is she serious?”

“Babe, just leave. I’ll handle this shit, just go.”

“Ok.” You turn, but he calls to you. “Hey. I was talking to her.” Your heart stops in your throat.

“What?” You whisper, watching that bitch saunter out of the room. You can’t help it, you lunge on her, grabbing a handful of hair and slamming her face into the door jam. “Don’t ever, and I do mean ever, touch my man again.” You bark, still holding a handful of her hair.

“Jesus Christ hunny! Let her go!”

“Well someone needed to comfort him.” She croons, a sick grin on her bloody face.

“You bitch!” You drag her through the whole clubhouse, fury pulsing through you. Throwing her onto the hot pavement, you straddle her back, slamming her face into the concrete.

“Grab her before she kills someone!” Jax shouts, hooking his arms through yours and dragging you away from her.

“No! I’m not done!”

“Kozik! You need to keep you girl in check, man. She’s out here bashing some chick’s face into the asphalt.” Jax chuckles a little.

“Don’t fucking bother. I’m gone.” You storm over to his Dyna, kicking it over onto the ground, scratching your initials into the gas tank, and getting into your car.

“Wow, she doesn’t play around man.” Tig chuckles a little, but dry. “You really pissed off my baby, man. She’s my little star, I love her. Don’t make her regret moving home.”

“I won’t man, I just need a minute to process. Shit, bro. What do I do? What do I say? I gotta get her back, for fuck’s sake, she almost killed another woman.” He was back to square one, his heart pounding, head throbbing, as if he’d never found her.

“I don’t know kid, you’ll have to beg.”

“I gotta go, if that bike even rides still.” He chuckles, tipping his bike up and jumping on, heading for home.

“Baby?” He calls into the house, eyes searching the kitchen. “Babe? Ya in here?” He opens the garage door to find you on the garage floor, bound and gagged, shirt ripped open. “Holy fuck. Who?” He screams, grabbing you up, checking for a pulse.

“Tacoma.” You hush, tears falling down your cheeks.

“Why? I killed him!” He cries, examining your body to find something carved into your chest. “I’m gonna get you to Tara, you’re gonna be okay baby.”

“I hate you.” You whisper, eyes narrowed on him before they drift shut.

“I’m sorry, hunny.” He whispers, grabbing you up and carrying you to your truck. Once at the clubhouse, he carries you gingerly inside, placing you on the pool table before grabbing Tara from Jax. “Someone attacked her in our fucking garage, dude. Hoping you could patch her up, see what they carved into her.” She hesitantly agrees, patching up your chest. When Tara lets out a gasp, Kozik dashes to her side. ‘BITCH’ was etched into your chest from shoulder to shoulder.

“Who knew that she was done with me? Who saw her little tiff?” He yells, realizing who probably did this.

“I mean, she did bash that girl’s face into every solid thing she could find. I wouldn’t be surprised if she hired someone. That’s kind of brutal for a comeback though, man.” Jax calls from the table. As if on cue, that red-headed crow eater comes sauntering in, eyes both puffed and purple. Kozik rushes her, eyes dark.

“Did you do this?”

“No, but it’s karma.” She laughs, continuing past him.

“Listen, if you did this I need to know. Like, ya I slept with you, but that doesn’t mean anything. And that also means you can’t just attack my old lady. You know that, right? And even if you were gonna, a little scare would’ve been plenty. This is too much.” She puts her hands up and laughs.

“I didn’t do it, but it’s fucking karma. That bitch said she was done with you, then dragged my ass through the fuckin’ dirt. I could be your girl, Kozik. I could be twice—“ He covers her mouth with his hand.

“Don’t. She’s always gonna be mine. I swear to god, I’ll follow her to the ends of the earth. Okay? You don’t have a snowball’s chance in hell. We fucked. It was nothing more than that.” He growls, stalking away before he did something he’d regret.

“Hey, how you doin?” He murmurs to you, perching on the edge of the bed.

“Fine. Listen, Hermie, I can’t do this. At least not until I heal a little better. Just, I need some time. I’m not leaving you, I just. Need a break. Okay? Can you give me that?” You ask, eyes meeting his. Tears fill his sweet, sad eyes, but he nods.

“Yeah, of course. I love you, baby.” He whispers, stepping away from you. He wanders away, leaving you alone.

A month went by, the angry marks turning to scars. You went to a tattoo shop, Happy’s, and had the scar tattooed over and had ‘that’ put above it. You start into the clubhouse to show off your new ink. Sauntering in the place like that bitch that you are, you shove aside that tart who banged your man. Standing in front of him, grinning.

“Just thought you’d like to see this.” You whisper, pulling off Kozik’s SAMCRO sweatshirt to reveal only a black lacy bra and the new tattoo.

“What an attention whore.” That tart laughs, but she’s cut short by your fist. You drop her on the ground, spinning in a slow, tantalizing circle eyes only leaving Kozik long enough to finish your twirl. His eyes catch a glimpse of a crow under your boobs, wings outstretched to cup your perky breasts; it’s beak an arrow to that slender neck. His name never looked so good, scribed on her skin.

“I found confidence. I found peace. I found my love of crazy-filled days. I found a lot out about myself being alone. And being alone I learned that I don’t need a man to control me; but goddamn it, I didn’t find contentment. I didn’t find love. I didn’t find anything close to you. I love you, Herman Kozik.” You huff, spinning and starting to walk out.

“Baby! Where you going?” He calls, shock on his lips. “Baby! I love you! That crow, it means more than you’ll ever know to me, and what a badass tattoo to cover a scar. I’m sorry for sleeping with her. I’m sorry for showing the brutal, barbaric side of me. I lost control. I did what I did because he deserved it. He used what I love the most, and he tried to destroy you. When he took you, he ripped out my whole heart and when I found him, I shared that feeling. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean any of this shit to happen to you. I love you so much.” He whispers, wrapping his arms around you and hugging against his big warm body. Home. You were finally home.

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Swallow [Pt. 12]

Chapter: More Than Scars

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Summary: A means to an end.

Warnings: Adulty themes. Yes, I’m a grown-up, and I said adulty themes. General foreboding. Sweet, soft, protective Bucky. (Yes, that’s a warning. That could kill you!) ANGSTY. A lot of Angst. I’m so sorry.

A/N: One more chapter left. (and an epilogue of course) I’m sorry this is so dark, but I swear it’s not gratuitous. All of this has a purpose. I didn’t drag this out because while this is an important moment in the story, the story is about the reader and Bucky. I have the epilogue edited and done as of last night I just have to wrap up a few pieces from chapter 13. Send me love because I’m needy. No beta so read at your own risk. ;-)

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Steve stared at the email for twenty, maybe thirty minutes. He wasn’t sure. It came in unexpectedly, and from the moment he read the subject line, he knew there was going to be trouble. There was always trouble when Fury had to get involved and with Bucky missing? Something big was happening, pawns were being moved, and Steve didn’t like being kept in the dark. If moves were being made, he wanted to know who was moving and where to because secret plays meant they were all in trouble.

He never liked surprises because no matter the intention behind them surprises always ended badly.

Just once Steve would like to get good news. No end of the world. None of this trouble in Brooklyn or Queens. No crisis right before he was about to have dinner with his family. Just once he wanted everything to go the way it was supposed to. Steve read the email one more time, and his stomach twisted into knots,‘Rogers, got a call from Barnes to work up some deal to present to the D.A. Why do I feel like a shit storm is coming and I’m the last to know? By the way, my retainer has gone up.’

“Of course, your retainer has gone up,” Steve bristled to himself.

It’s not like the club didn’t have the means to see Bucky through whatever this was. They did, but a plea deal meant no trial. There was nothing to see him through because it was already decided. It meant he already talked to Eddie. Steve was not an idiot. Whatever Fury was referencing Bucky went straight to the source to handle it, and if he knew anything at all about his best friend, he was shouldering the blame, so no one else had to.

“Daddy?” Steve looked up from his phone to find Emma standing in the doorway to his office, looking apprehensive. There was a big question on the tip of her tongue; she was trying her best not to ask, but it was shining in those bright eyes of hers. Steve smiled and waved for her to come in. She bolted into the room and climbed on his lap, snuggling into him as deeply as she could and seemingly content for a half-second.

“What are you doing in here, princess? Shouldn’t you be having supper?” He asked and wrapped his massive arms around her locking her on his lap, despite the wiggles starting to take over her body she stayed put.

“What about you, daddy? You has to has some.” She tilted her head back to meet his eyes and Steve could only smile down at her. His sweet, thoughtful baby girl always thinking about everyone before herself, especially him. She got that from Bucky. He pecked her cheek and told her, “Why don’t you go tell momma to get our plates ready, and I’ll come up and have a tea party with you?”

Emma pulled back, beaming brighter than the neon club sign hanging on the wall behind her. “Really?!”

Steve bit back a chuckle and confirmed: “Really, baby girl.”

"Can Uncle Bucky come with?" She begged -- puppy eyes and pouty lip in full effect.

How the hell was he going to explain to his little girl that Uncle Bucky wouldn’t be around for tea parties anymore? No more dress up and the treehouse in the back yard would have to be finished without him. Yes, Steve didn’t know that for sure, but he had a pretty good feeling, and his feelings were rarely wrong. There weren’t many people alive that knew Bucky better than Steve does. Peggy might have to take point on this one. Steve wasn't sure he could tell them Uncle Bucky might not be coming home. Tonight, ignore the ache in his chest, he would tell Emma the same thing he was telling himself in the hopes he was wrong.

"He's not home right now, baby. I'm sure when he gets back, he would love to have a tea party with you--" The vibrations of his phone from its place on the wooden desk in front of them cut him off. He doesn’t need to move to see who it is. He can see the name from where he’s at, and his baby girl doesn’t need to be in the room for this conversation.

“Emma, baby, go see momma, and I promise I’ll be right up.”

“But daddy--”

Her argument was quickly cut short by raised brows and a kiss to her nose. Steve waited until the door slammed behind Emma before he picked up his phone. He usually would lecture about slamming doors, but he was going to need a raincheck on their tea party so he would let this one slide. The call had gone to voicemail, which Steve ignored, and he quickly dialed Bucky back.

“Buck, what the hell is going on? Y/n has been trying to call you. I got this strange email from Fury…Where are you? What deal did you make?”

“Steve, I need you to not ask a lot of questions. I can’t tell you what's going on just yet. I gotta ask you a favor though.” There was a moment of pause. Steve had to pull the phone back to make sure he had called Bucky because the man on the other end of the line sounded nothing like the kid he grew up with and the man he knew.

“Alright,” Steve blew out a breath and leaned his arms on the desk in front of him, “What is it?”

“I need you to set up a meeting with Red Skulls that I am going to take on my own--”

“Like hell, you are!” Steve shouted, momentarily forgetting about the clubhouse full of people sitting just beyond the single-paned door in front of him.

“Steve,” Bucky growled. “I need you to trust me. This is the only way to make this all go away. When it’s all over meeting me at lockup and bring Y/n. Fury will give you a call when it’s time.” It was quiet on Steve’s end, and Bucky knew he was trying to find a way to meddle. He was working up some scheme on how he can fix this and stay by Bucky’s side. That wasn’t an option this time, and Steve needed to get that through his thick head. Bucky had one card left to play, and it was now or never.

"You’ve trusted me your whole life to have your back, and I need you to trust me now, Stevie."

He couldn’t deny Bucky that after everything they have been through together.

“Yeah, okay, Buck. I’ll take care of it and text you with details when it's done Sit tight.”

It wouldn’t take much to get Schmidt to agree to a meeting. He’s been gunning for Steve and Bucky for years, and he would love the chance to get retribution. An eye for an eye, for all the times they’ve wrecked their plans and nearly sent him to prison. He sent off the message and tossed his phone onto the desk. All they had to do was wait on location confirmation. Steve just wasn’t sure he was doing the right thing.

“Steve?”

He looked up from where his phone was resting comfortably, unaware of the damage it was causing, and the harsh lines on his face softened when he saw you standing there, eyes rimmed red and wrapped in Bucky’s sweatshirt. He’s never seen you look so small before. By the expression on your face, it was taking everything in you to stay standing, and for the first time in his life, he hated Bucky for whatever the hell he was about to do you.

“Y/n, you’re not supposed to be in here,” He scolded half-heartedly and gave the nod for your to close the door, giving the two of you some semblance of privacy. You shut it, but you only took a few steps into the middle of the room. You snuck away when you asked Clint to grab you something to eat, so you only had a few minutes before he came looking for you.

Having a big brother was great most of the time. It wasn’t so great right now -- when you wanted to fall apart and be left in pieces.

“Give me a break, Steve. Do you know all the things Bucky has done to me on that desk?”

Steve winced at the implications of the tone lacing your words and the smirk on your face. He slowly pulled his arms off the desk, “Okay, well now I have to burn the desk. Thank you for those images.”

You covered your mouth to stop your laughter, but the soft sound of your giggling slipping through your fingers had Steve chuckling. For a split second, there wasn’t anything wrong. You were simply laughing with an old friend, and things felt normal, simple, and comfortable like they had been years ago. The laughter slowly died out, and so did the comforting bubble the two you were floating in, and you were both reminded that everything was falling apart, and neither of you could stop the hands of time.

“S-Steve,” He looked up when he heard the tremor in your voice, and his heart splintered when he saw tears spilling over onto your cheeks. “I know that was him you were talking to on the phone. He’s not coming back, is he? Will you at least tell me where he is?”

“He’s handling club business. He will be home soon. You gotta trust him, Y/n.”

It was hard to trust him when it was clear Steve was struggling to do the same.

“I feel like I’m losing him, Steve. It's as if he’s already gone. I don’t know how or what's taken him but, he's gone.” You confessed. Your voice surprisingly calm despite the tears that were steadily falling now. You still hoped Steve would tell you you were crazy and only upset and all of this would be fine by morning.

It wouldn’t be. Nothing would be the same tomorrow, and you both knew it.

“I'm right, aren't I?"

Steve wanted to tell you that you're wrong, ludicrous even but you aren't. He didn’t know what Bucky had planned, but one thing was for sure when this was all said and done Bucky wasn’t coming back. From the moment you came home, Steve knew the club would lose Bucky. He was going to do whatever it took to keep you away from this life even if that meant hurting himself in the process. Steve wasn’t sure what that sacrifice would entail until now.

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“All you have to do is get them to admit to one of the hundred felonies we both know they have committed over the last five years. The bigger, the better. I’m sure they will show up with illegal weapons on them, but if you can get them to admit to dealing and working in stolen guns that would go a long way to making sure they stay behind bars.”.

Eddie held out a kevlar vest for Bucky to take and continued, “We need specifics and not something they can talk their way out of later. Nothing that could be turned into a wish and not an action. Dates and locations would be best but try not to lead. Straight forward questions that leave no room for some crackpot defense team to have their confessions tossed.”

The vest was still hanging from Eddie’s fingers when he finished up his little speech, he glanced at Bucky and surged the garment towards him again. Bucky huffed and shook his head, answering his unasked question with a small smirk.“I ain’t wearing that.”

“What if they come in shooting?”

“Then it’s my time to go,” Bucky said simply. “Look Schidmt might be a psycho but he’s not an idiot. He will be able to tell I’m wearing one and things will get real bloody, real quick.”

“And you know that for a fact?”

“We’ve known them a long time.” Eddie stared at him, waiting for him to elaborate. Bucky sighed. He already hated this deal. “About six or seven years ago, Steve and I found out about some of their more… unsavory pastimes. Killing women and kids to make a point. Selling guns to young kids on the streets, urging them to use them and showing them how. We put a stop to a few of their outings. Sent some anonymous tips in and busted up a few... parties.”

“That’s why you went after them on Lone Oak two years ago. You wanted to make sure they weren’t hurting anyone.” Eddie nodded in agreement, but Bucky didn't say a word. He wasn’t giving him anything about Lone Oak until this was all final. There was still something he ha to barter for, and he needed leverage to do it.

“They threatened Y/n’s life, didn’t they?” Bucky met his eyes but didn’t answer him. He’s said enough. He’s given Eddie enough of himself, and he’s done talking about Y/n to this piece of crap.

“Point is,” Bucky went on to explain. “They’ve been after Steve and me for a long time, you should get everything you want if you just hang back and listen.”

“And if they shoot first?”

“He likes to talk. I’ll be fine.”

“Okay. If you’re not?”

Bucky took a deep breath and pulled the chain out from under his shirt. He held the ring out for Eddie to see and tucked it back away just as fast. “Make sure that gets back to Y/n if I’m not.”

Eddie watched as he walked towards the abandoned building they were set up in, there was something off about him. He wasn’t acting like the Bucky he observed in high school, and he definitely wasn’t acting like the Vice President he had come to know over the last year. Something was amiss, and if Eddie didn't know any better, Bucky was hoping this would end bloody. Bucky was praying they came in shooting and he was the only casualty, Eddie could feel it.

He cleared his throat and called through the unit’s earpieces, “Ready. Stay hidden until I give the call and keep an eye on Barnes.”

Bucky paced the length of the empty warehouse. He’s always hated waiting. It gave your brain time to come up with about a thousand scenarios on how everything could go wrong. He would love it if his head didn’t immediately show him the ten ways he was going to screw this up. The backdoor creaked when it opened, and Bucky spun around on his heels when it echoed through the empty space, expecting to find Johann Schmidt and instead, it was the biggest idiot he knew.

“What the hell are you doing here, Steve?” Bucky hissed as he stalked towards his best friend, former best friend.

“I’m with you till the end of the line, Buck.”

“Not when you’ve got kids at home. I’m trying to save your ass,” Bucky clamored as he shoved all six feet and 220 pounds back towards the back door. Steve gripped Bucky’s shoulders halting his jostling and stared down at him.

“And who is saving yours?” He countered.

Bucky shook his head and yanked the back door closed, sealing them both into their fate.“There’s nothing anyone can do to save me.”

“I know you’re planning on shouldering all the blame yourself. I don’t know for what exactly but I’m not stupid and neither is Y/n.”

He wasn’t about to talk about Y/n. Not now.

“Just shut up and stay out of the way, okay?”

Time moved slower now that Steve was there waiting too. The seconds dragged on, and Bucky could feel regret pooling in his stomach. He should have talked to Y/n before he left. If this ended badly, would she know how much he loved her? Because even after everything they’ve been through, nothing could change his love for her. He hoped she knew because there was no time to make it right. He made his choice, and he had to follow through.

Time had just run out.

Bucky knew they arrived before they ever heard a purr of an engine. Something in his gut told him this was it -- the beginning of his end. The side door swung open, and both Bucky and Steve turned to face them. Seven idiots with what Bucky was sure were illegal guns strolled in first and then Johann Schmidt, President of Red Skulls in all his stink and glory. Several more of his goons followed behind him, but Schmidt held their attention. He looked… different from the last time they saw him. His face was covered in red ink that made his skin look like a red skull was sitting over his face, and Bucky couldn’t help what slipped out.

“Jesus Christ, what happened to your face?”

The crimson ink was covering nearly every inch of his face, neck, and from what they could see, it ran all the way down to his hands. It wasn’t terrifying, but it did make him look a whole new level of insane. “It’s been a long time since we’ve seen each other. I had some pieces added. I like to memorialize important moments in ink. Don’t you do the same, James?”

Steve glanced towards Bucky, and by the look in Schmidt's eyes, he knew the additions Bucky made after Y/n left. He was ensuring Bucky understood he’s been watching them and more than likely he had been watching Y/n while she was gone. He wasn’t going to play this game, not when Y/n was involved.

“I gotta say,” Bucky crossed his arms over his chest and winced as he leaned in to get a better look, “I didn’t think your face could get much worse but this… this is much worse.”

“Yes, well, how is that pretty girl of yours? She would look quite beautiful covered in red. I should find out here soon. She’s still living with that idiot brother, isn’t she?” Bucky lunged forward, and Steve was right there to grab the back of his kutte, pulling him back into place.

“Good idea. When will you learn to leash your attack dog, Steven?” Schmidt leans forward and lowers his voice so only Steve and Bucky could make out his whispers, “The first chance I get, I’ll kill herself myself. Do you remember what it was like when I burned those girls you tried to save? Do you remember their screams? I wonder what Y/n’s screams would sound like?”

Bucky smirked and Schmidt’s grin slowly faded. That wasn’t the response he was hoping for, regardless he had a job to finish and a pretty girl to find. He raised his hand, and the men behind him raised their weapons.

“Here I was just giving you credit for not being stupid,” Buck fished out the chain from under his shirt and held out the end -- a shiny new microphone attached to Y/n’s ring. A bright red dot appeared in the middle of Schmidt's chest and another right between his eyes, followed by several on the men standing around him. Schmidt looks around and gestures for the men to drop their weapons.

“You really do look good in red,” Bucky winks.

“Do you know what happens to rats Barnes? They don’t make it very long in our life!”

“If I were you I would keep your trap shut. You’ve already said enough.”

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The entire bust took about five hours when it was all said and done. It wouldn’t take much for the town to forget The Red Skulls ever existed, and with any luck, they would start to turn on each other by the time they reached booking. Bucky had a feeling the newbies would be the first to crack. The D.A. wanted a big bust, there were no doubts they would make whatever deals they needed to make to keep Schdimt behind bars. Truthfully, Bucky expected they would want the same from him. Because the fucked up part about all this was, they couldn’t see a bit of difference between him and Schmidt.

“You gonna tell me what the deal is now?”

Bucky sighed as Eddie marched towards them. “Nah, What fun would that be? You’ll find out soon enough, Steve.” He looked over at Steve and grinned, but it was phony and forced. The same grin he used anytime Steve needed to know he was okay and he wasn’t. Bucky was pretty sure Steve could see right through it. Bucky was right, he could.

“You kept up your end of the deal. I have to say I am a little surprised you did. I thought for sure you were going to do something stupid to get yourself killed.” Eddie said with a chuckle, but neither of them laughed in return.

“I am a man of my word,” Bucky retorted. “I know that’s a strange concept when you lie for a living.”

“Pretty sure Eddie’s always been a lying sack of crap, Buck. The job just helped to bring it out,” Steve affirmed with a smirk, but it only made Eddie grin. He already won after all. What more did he really need to take from Steve? Maybe just a bit of his ego.

“I didn’t hear you talk much in there. What happened to big, bad Steve Rogers?”

“It wasn’t my fight. It was Bucky’s.”

“Well, you’re lucky he already made his deal, or you would be in the back of one of those cars. Right by your best pal here.” Eddie pointed out, wearing a grin that left Steve with an uneasy feeling. A pair of handcuffs were pulled out of his back pocket, and Bucky subtly shook his head, he didn’t want Steve getting himself in trouble over this. There wasn’t a point. The deal was already made. The stone already cast. It was too late to change any of this, and Bucky was starting to think this was the way it was meant to go all along.

“Buck, I’ll handle it. I’ve just gotta make a call.”

“Fury can’t help this time. Deals have already done. Just waiting on a signed confession.” Bucky held his arms out and let Eddie slapped the cuffs on with far too much enjoyment.

“A confession to what, Buck?”

Bucky looked back over his shoulder as he was escorted towards a waiting police car, shouting back towards Steve, “Get my bike home, and you better take care of my girl.” He caught a glimpse of Steve dialing someone, no doubt Fury, trying to undo all of this. Bucky dug his feet into the dirt before they could stuff him into the backseat and locked eyes with Eddie. “Before I sign this confession and all of this goes down, I want one thing.”

Eddie blew out a long breath and shook his head. He knew it wouldn’t be that easy. He fucking knew it. “And what might that be?”

“I need to see Y/n one more time.”

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