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yourdeepestfathoms · 2 years ago

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Ride the Cyclone Kids Playing Overwatch (again)

the thrilling sequel to this

After some time, Noel decides to pick Cassidy, Bastion, and Mercy as his mains! His aim is still garbage, but at least he isn’t switching characters every single time he dies.

Cassidy is a bit tricky for him because of the aim thing, but Cassidy is a pretty-looking man, so he likes him.

Bastion’s turret form is the way he gets the most kills. He’s such an annoying player that will just MELT through the other team’s defenses.

And then he healbots as Mercy lmao

What can he say? He likes the bimbo!

Oh, he also tries his hand at Lifeweaver from time to time!

But then… The Incident happened…

IT WAS AN ACCIDENT! He saw that Ricky was low on health and surrounded by the enemy team, so he Life Gripped him to get him out of harm’s way!

Right as Ricky used his ult.

Instead of Wrecking Ball’s mines deploying all around the enemy team and blowing up, they deploy where absolutely no one is fighting, effectively wasting the ult.

Ricky just kinda stared at Noel. Noel was getting leered at by a hamster.

Noel: i’m so sorry

Not seen: Mischa and Penny laughing their asses off

Ocean, coming back by from spawn: why are Ricky’s mines where no one is??

Noel: I DIDNT MEAN TO

Ricky assured him that it was fine, though! Accidents happen! He wasn’t mad!

Another advancement! Ocean picks up Brigitte as her main!

She still loves Tracer, and she still plays her all the time, but Brigitte doesn’t require aiming because she uses a flail. So she just presses down on the primary attack button and Does Not Stop.

Constance also picks up Ana! She likes playing her a lot!

Penny likes to go invisible and spam “Boop” around the enemy team. It’s so funny to watch them spin in a circle to try and find where she is.

The MINUTE someone says ANYTHING toxic, Penny and Mischa are targeting them and them alone.

The other team is lucky that Mischa plays on console because if he had access to a keyboard, he would be BRUTAL in the game chat

Only if the other team is toxic, though

You know who DOES have access to a keyboard, though?

Ricky

So the others tell Ricky to type stuff for them

Also Ocean!

Cause she plays on her laptop because never in a million years would her parents buy her a console

So she also types stuff

Or sometimes they’ll hear the aggressive clicking of a joystick as Penny writes a message out on the Xbox keyboard

After a game, Penny has exactly fifteen seconds to try and type out the world’s most vile roast with her Xbox controller

Constance, an Ana, watching a nanobladed Genji hurtle toward her with the speed and strength of a collapsing star (she missed her sleep dart, there’s nothing she can do to save herself now)

Ricky, a Wrecking Ball, watching Constance get sliced to pieces by a nanoed Genji that’s going at 363kph after missing her sleep dart (he knows he’s next)

Penny, a Sombra, sprinting across the map, shouting “I’LL HACK HIM, I’LL HACK HIM!” (she gets killed the moment she gets there)

Noel, a Mercy, thinking it’s a good idea to try and rez Constance when the nanoed Genji is 0.6 inches away from him (the sword is put straight through his throat)

Mischa, a Winston, watching in horror as all of his friends are slaughtered in cold blood (he had died 4 seconds by the enemy D.Va before all hell broke loose and could only helplessly spectate the massacre)

Ocean, a Tracer, jumping off the edge of the map to keep the enemies from getting a team kill

The amount of times both teams have seen Ocean Blink off of a map as Tracer

And more than half the time, when she tries to throw her Pulse Bomb, she ends up getting caught in the blast and dying

Ocean: why does my OWN BOMB hurt me??

Ricky: you’re not ready to hear what real bombs do

Everyone hates push, which is fair, because push fucking SUCKS

ESPECIALLY COLOSSEO

FUCK COLOSSEO

ALL MY HOMIES HATE COLOSSEO

Noel doesn’t know how to use Deadeye At All

Like, Mischa will flip through the POVs after dying, watching his friends fighting for their lives, and then this dummy is prowling around in some random hallway with a tumbleweed clipping into Cassidy’s foot, absolutely nowhere near any enemies

Noel: i don’t know what i’m doing

Mischa: i can tell

Constance gets possessed by some kind of bloodlust when she faces another Orisa in a match

She doesn’t know what comes over her, but she’s always beefing with the other horse

Ricky: where is Constance??

Constance, in some random building, fighting for dominance against another Orisa:

One time Ocean accidentally said she “unshelled” a D.Va, and the gang has been saying that since then whenever D.Va’s mech breaks

Penny is the CEO of yelling “GET THE BABY” whenever D.Va’s out of her mech

Ocean gets lost on the maps So Easily

Mischa, spectating Ocean after dying: Ocean, where the fuck are you going??

Ocean, somehow at the enemy spawn instead of the payload: I DONT KNOW WHERE I AM

Ocean is the designated “payload princess”

While everyone else is off fighting for their lives, she’s sitting on the payload while the other team is distracted

*In Blizzard World, on defense*

Noel, guarding the point, watching Ocean, who is also guarding the point, hide behind a wooden post that is definitely not big enough to conceal Tracer’s body: you look awful

Ocean, crouching on these hay bales that are on the point: how do i look now?

Noel: fucking stupid 😭

Also as the exact opposite of Constance: Ocean HATES fighting other Tracer’s

And they’re SO HARD TO HIT

And they’re usually way better than she is 😅

Ramattra used his ult one time, and Ricky and Penny IMMEDIATELY reversed right back into spawn

When the opposite team ults, the general reaction is either A) “SCATTER” or B) “HIDE”

Whenever they hear “FIRE IN THE HOLE,” Mischa is instantly like “SPREAD OUT SPREAD OUT”

“It’s high noon” they are hiding behind the closest object and staying there

When D.Ava ults, Ocean uses ALL of her Blinks as Tracer trying to flee the general area

Most of the time, she hits a wall and just accept her fate 😭

They once got matched against someone they already played with three times, and that bitch LEFT

That one time Ocean, as Tracer, snuck around the Entire Team in Eichenwalde and captured the point with no interference because they were all distracted with everyone else

One of her best moments

They got our asses handed to them after that, but that’s not the point

Constance: they got a Widowmaker!

Noel, immediately getting sniped: i know

“Revoke gay rights” -Mischa, being killed by a Tracer

“God, please put your balls on me” -Penny, trying to get healing from Constance, who was playing Zenyatta

“We’re gonna have to gaze into her hole so many times” -Ocean, having misheard what Moira says during her ult

#ride the cyclone headcanons #ride the cyclone #rtc #ocean o'connell rosenberg #constance blackwood #ricky potts #noel gruber #mischa bachinski #penny lamb #jane doe

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auspex · 1 year ago

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1 on 1 mark session recap! As always, sorry not a lot of context is given.

Mark first finished reading a book 'on thorns and their consequences' which was basically explaining how the sabbat came to be and their PoV on things and then with an anarch commentary towards the end expressing their disagreements. but on the first last page was red runic lettering which mark could not recognize and which sucked up his vitae when he placed it on it.

He tried to do some internet research and came across an obscure forum which claims to be for learning about obscure languages but actually seems to have a lot of vampires on it posting real and fake runes, kinda like testing each other

The runes mark was looking at were on there but the mod, who basically posts in every server, says 'you wont find anything about that in this life.' the posteris like 'cmon doesn't someone have any family who could help' and the mod replies 'ask J' so that smenacing.

idk if J is Julius? it probably isnt but anyway. mark has already reported reading this book to julius and so is gonna ask him about it cause he couldn't figure it out.

the rest of the night he spends teaching G -G is doing well and did remember his vowels : ) also explained to Gs sister how he made sure the investigation would stop and ask if she needed any other help. she asked if he could get them free or at least out of their current essentially prison sooner and mark said no but they would be out in a month to a month and a half. she didn't know how long that was. so he explained how torpor and weeks and months and years worked

she still didnt say thanks or bye to mark but there was maybe something where she was close to doing so

i love G im so glad he is doing well he learned a lot he is almost through the alphabet

ok now for the meat of the session. the next night he goes to the chantry to talk to cassidy about the books. Knocks on the door. no answer.

He is getting a bad feeling. represented irl by the ST playing absolutely terrifying music as i search for him.

In the chantry apartments there is an often ignored ghoul at the front and so then he asked her where Lilian’s apartment was (Cassidy’s best friend.). She told him. He knocked on her door. No answer.

Checks the cafeteria. nope. library. nope. physics department (where their circle head, Dr. White, is). Nope. He asks someone there if she had seen either of them. nope.

so i'm worried as hell

im trying to think what mark could do and im like. i cant scry on him cause i dont have anything of Cassidy’s.

and the st gives me a Look as if 2 say u do ur forgetting

But he kinda gives it to me for free hes like, ur wearing the same coat you did when you went to the movies

Turns out mark has cassidy's ticket. so thats close enough to being his so. mark does scry on him

its not super juicy but it is super concerning. Cassidy is by lilian in what is probably the side door in his haven that mark hasn’t been in. barricading the door. with a fuckton of furniture. and also pushing against it. lilian looks terrified. cassidy looks So Done With This Shit (tm). something is banging on the door.

so with that mark goes back to the ghoul and is like. So. Uhm. Yeah i actually have permission to enter cassidys haven yes. please let me in

she looks scared - mark put her in a real bad spot. If he doesn’t actually have permission and she lets him in he could get in trouble. but he reassures her that itis fine and his decision and nothing bad will happen.

so she says ok and goes to open the door (she is able to if she is doing so of her own consent, she functions as a key ig). As she goes to open it, Mark says uhm. they are doing experiments so when you open the door. back up. and she's like "okay?' and opens the door and immediately vine tentacle thingies burst out and she falls back on her ass and scrambles back, screaming

she gets away and mark engages in combat. its the same sort of monster, just smaller, as the one on his territory in the conservatory, that navigate by sound. it has a lion's mane around a beak in the center and vine like tentacles around it.

mark takes a LOT of damage in its first attack he had like 1 unharmed box left but he manages to win :)

cassidy and lilian pop out from the door and are like. mark is that you?

Cassidy’s haven is wreckt sadly. Mark's like. yeah its me. its dead. you can come out.

lilian is SO sad it's dead but she isnt mad at mark. its clear she wanted to subdue it but they had no way to do so and mark comments as such

she's like "i was sooo close " :(

cassidy looks So Done and is like. thank you for your assistance mark but how did you . get in.

mark is like. thats not really important right now, is it? cassidy says 'somewhat, but we can discuss that later'

mark says that unfortunately this made quite a lot of noise and the ghoul went screaming for help so time to get your stories straight.

theres a few other things said but then zach rolls up

If you dont know who zach is he is a newly turned tremere. dr. white's child. elevated into power due to his sire. he's a classic skater boy. hes head of security. he figured ALL of marks shit out when he broke into a lab - he is GOOD at his job despite his casual attitude. he says 'chill' all the time.

he skates up (yes skateboard in the hall) and asks whats up. mark says 'hi zach. it's chill, i handled it.' (Mark kinda likes Zach).

And hes like. 'whats chill? can you explain?' and marks like. looks at cassidy and lilian. 'they would know better i just came at the end' and cassidy’s like. looks at lilian as if to say to her. u did this shit u explain!

so lilian starts a story which is kind of obviously partially a lie.

she says that she was doing her research, developing off of Leanah's (which was the stuff mark uhm. stole and sabotaged for her). and she noticed this evening that some things were off. papers where she wouldn't normally leave them. but the chimera project was So Important (TM) for the chantry that she just HAD to press on. Oh Also I found this Lipstick (produces lipstick) that looks JUST like what Leeanah wears isnt that interesting! (zach has her put it in an evidence back for him). She says 'Cassidy even made a joke that maybe I should wear makeup more often." Cassidy grunts but keeps a poker face. he would obviously Never Fucking Say That and lilian is messing with him.

god i love them sm. mark also knows cassidy would never fucking make that joke

(explaining a story that may dictate ur fate as u are investigated. does not miss an opportunity to fuck w the bestie* girl!

she continues to say that she got the embryo (described as tadpole) out of the cauldron she starts growing it. and it kept well. growing.

she pauses there. zach is like. okay and? it grows and?

Cassidy steps in. 'when it got bigger than our couch we realized we had a problem.' (also hehe ‘our’ couch their friendship is everything 2 me…)

lilians like yes. then thankfully cassidy, with some assistance from mark, killed it. and here we are :) and then zach turns to mark and is like. what do you mean how did you get here how did you know.

and marks like Oh Well You Know "I was coming here for unrelated reasons, cassidy and myself are working together you see. And I had permission to enter. And obviously I would assist him in combat. *Coughs.*

he coughs cause i rolled 1 success on the lie T_T

zach is like. you have permission?? and cassidys like uh yes. 'as needed he can enter. its easier that way' so yay that ghoul won't get in trouble LOLLL mark got retroactive permission

even if each can tell he lied like. how do u call him on that when the person who was to have given him that permission said he did.

Liliana finishes up by describing how awful it was to be sabotage. At the end of her story. she says "Im sure leeanah would be very sorry if she saw the destruction she caused and would say so' and cassidy said 'i would not accept her apology' annnddd thiswent over my head but the st explained that was lilian apologizing to cassidy and cassidy telling her to fuck offlkdsafjlkdsjf

and zachs like. aight seems chill! (Perhaps all was not chill). lemme go in your haven here to see evidence of that sabotage

and cassidys like oh, please do let me clean up first :) and zachs like :) noo you should see my room haha its fine :) and then cassidsy like. okay fine. you do not have permission to enter my haven. which is something respected in the chantry

zachs like do u really wanna go down that route.

Cassidy appears to hesitate. Mark is FREAKINGGG out he CANNOOTTTT find those books mark had him gather. thankfully cassidy says. Yes. Yes I do.

And so zach says fine thats chill. ill see you soon- and he has one of his guys (he had a small posse with him) stay. cassidys like. well that was a mess. mark says yes. which is why you should start cleaning it. do you want help.

The person Zach left behind enters cassidys room and was making sure the pc was ok. mark is like cassidy is that ok?? and cassidy says 'oh, hes chill.' It seems this was the little fucker that set up the pc and internet for cassidy in the first place! cassidy makes friends with fledglings :) he doesn't speak but cassidy calls him Hack. because that's what he does, ig

Anyway. Mark helps lilian gather monster body parts to the center of the room where she starts some sort of chanting incantation to get rid of it. cassidy goes into his Side Room to start cleaning. When mark is done gathering body parts he knocks and peeks into the side hallway. cassidy tells him to enter and mark starts helping him put books away

well first theres this hallway which has 2 doors. mark enters door two with cassidy.

its a beautiful study room with mostly books, but also some old clothes, including a duster (COWBOY CASSIDY REAL...) and a painting with someone in a cuirass but the face is oddly blurry

also, all the books do not have legible titles.

with sense the unseen it seems the chandelier in the room has some sort of enchantment blurring those things out

there is also a TALL ASS stack of those notebooks he writes in. Mark glances at it and looks at cassidy who pauses and says. i need to call in a favor. can you just keep packing books away for 10 mins ? and marks like Sure

and hes left alone in cassidys study. but he decides to NOT snoop and figures he wouldnt be able to read shit anwyay due to that enchantment so he does literally just put books away.

Cassidy returns and unfolds a piece of paper that he remembers Wendy using before - its like. a bag of holding.

he unfolds it and puts it under the stack of notebooks carefully . the note books fall in. then he carefully, very very very carefully, folds it up. mark comments 'got a few years in there, huh?" he replies "A good deal more than that.".

but yeah theres also furniture and stuff everywhere btw, its a mess. The pack up books. During this time mark asked like. ok we cant keep these books about resisting blood bonds in her haven. and Cassidy is like. really mark. you're gonna make me haul them from the library every time ur gonna read them, and mark is like. sorry. yeah : )

They finish and return to the mainroom. lilian is on the floor, hands splayed, miserable. done with everything. cassidy makes a point to step over her.

cassidy and mark hauled books up to lillian's haven which was much smaller. and complained about stairs. together <3 lol

When they return hack is no where to be found. cassidy looks around and comments that the should not be in the back rooms. he does open the door to the second room but he asks mark to step back so he cant see in : (anyway mark ends up finding zach with sense the unseen (he went Invisible ig) and he was rifling upstairs through lillian's things

cassidy is like 'hack ive been through enough tonight please just give it back' and hack goes to the computer and types:

";)

I have to give them something, y''no"

and cassidy is like. sigh. will this make our unlives harder in the future. and he writes

"maybe a little"

and marks says “you know what that's fair” <- has done the same shit of finding something Smaller so it proves he was Trying but actually not

cassidy comments that he is sad about his clothes getting thrown around and wrecked - 'over the decades he had collected quite a collection, some of which are hard if not impossible to replace' and mark comments 'i hope the tv is ok too'

and upon saying that cassidy actually reacts as opposed to being stone faced "Oh no you're right, the tv!" and he goes right for it

drops to his knees to prop it back up. and theres a crack through a fourth of it. he looks so sad. mark turns it on and it does still display but there is that crack

mark is like its ok we can get another and cassidy is like ' but this was my first tv :('. hes sentimental about it my fucking HEART

marks like. im sorry. i can help you pick out a new one maybe. cassidy says he'll likely take mark up on that. and mark also says maybe it could be fixed and cassidy says he will also try that

but yeah its cute that he got attached to the tv T_T (edited)

anyway zach skates right back in after the bit with hack that i described above. and says. ok in the name of the authority invested in me by blah blah blah... everyone but you, get out please! (hack being that one)

sooo the three leave. And mark is like.well. good luck with everything.

Cassidy and lilian do not look very happy but give ike a half hearted thanks

mark is lowkey like. ok u could be a bit more thankful i saved ur ass and helped u clean up but OKAy . . . .

cassidy also mentions that they can still work on their shared research in a few nights

oh also mark finally got the opportunity to ask if they had showers and they do not and mark is like. wow that sucks.

Cassidy diddnt seem to care but like. dude. imagine only having washrooms. L.

thats the session!

#mark vtm oc

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ravensrevcnge · 3 months ago

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"Sorry," she muttered immediately in return when her brother's eyes seemed to go wide with shock at her reaction. But it was still weird that he would busy himself with doing her dishes, even if she knew tidying up was a habit that he'd formed to deal with other...less than favorable habits he'd picked up. Tidying up a stack of papers or straightening the blanket on the couch was one thing though. Cleaning up stuff she should've tended to herself already, like dirty dishes? That just put her more on edge, making her feel like she wasn't even capable of keeping her own household in order. What was she good at? Her life felt like it was falling apart around her in bits and pieces. Clearly she sucked at her job since she wasn't able to help anyone, really, in the face of the demonic takeover. She was a horrible sister to Bianca - and now Cassidy, too? She raked her fingers through her hair, shaking her head. "It's fine. Just - whatever, do what you gotta do."

She turned back to the counter where she's set down the mugs, pausing a moment just to lay her hands on the counter and breathe before continuing on to set up the machine to brew. She watched absently as the coffee filled the mug before switching out coffee pods and a fresh mug to brew another cup. Rarely did she ever brew by the pot - it was only her, typically, after all.

"Yeah, I heard that." She set one cup of coffee on the counter beside where Cassidy stood, then cupped her hands around the other to absorb the warmth into her skin. "I haven't heard from him or seen him yet." Just another thing on the list of things she'd failed at - welcoming her older brother to town. "Have you?"

Since Cassidy could remember, he had a thing with cleaning and wanting order. Even as a child his room would be spotless, everything in its rightful spot. Hell, he would even go so far as to clean the kitchen for their mother and if allowed he would have gone into his siblings’ room to clean and organize there too. So, he was stunned when his sister scowled him causing him to pause. “Sorry,” he softly told her as he set the cleaning supplies down and stepped away from the counter. “I know, I uh. I just needed something to do with my hands.”

Great, now she was looking at him as if he was some crazed maniac. “No, I mean yes. Sometimes depending on who and,” it was hard to explain. It wasn’t as if he was the most social butterfly and went to other people’s houses often. “I’m sorry, it jus-just helps. Helps um, curb the uh,” his eyes lowered toward the floor as he took in a breath. Cassidy needed an outlet, something that would keep him preoccupied from going back to his old life and cleaning did that for him.

“Coffee, that’s where we left off. Coffee, yes may I please have a cup?”

Cassidy looked around a bit, the urge still there to do a few things but buried it. “So, Zach um moving here…what do you think about that?”

#m; kara sykes #w; cassidy sykes #t; kara & cassidy 001

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ohmightydevviepuu · 2 years ago

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writers month prompts

day twelve: leak

(follow the complete story, try / cry / why? (just a dream) as it posts daily or on AO3)

– “You chose her,” Cora intoned. “And the consequences of that decision.” (2B canon divergence wherein Emma and Killian deal with the consequences.)

She brings Henry with her because Regina deserves that much, at least---and so does Henry. He’s practically bouncing with each step, tugging at her hand, which coincidentally keeps Emma from brushing it against her lips yet again and keeps her thoughts far, far away from the hospital room and its occupant.

(Both of them. Either of them.)

(Getting out of the hospital to go to a grave shouldn’t feel like a lucky escape, but it does.)

(No matter what she does, she’s always running.)

She brings Henry with her because she owes him this, at least while she’s still not ready to explain to him about his father and all of the lies she’d wanted him to believe because it was easier than re-exposing herself to the truth.

(It’s funny---it has to be---that each of them left her behind bars.)

(But the punchline---ha, ha---is that she left Hook first, and she’s been living with his disappointment ever since.)

(That’s what she’d felt in the Enchanted Forest, she knows it now---knew it then---buried it beneath the urgency and the danger, the ogres and the heart-snatching and the fucking sword pointed at her neck. She’d felt it, all right, leaking through every second of every minute of every day and every night.)

(And she’s sorry. So goddamn sorry. For herself, and for him.)

(But not for Neal Cassidy.)

(The time for that is done.)

“Mom.” Henry points at the coffin blocking their way, and Emma sucks in a breath before she leans forward and pushes, revealing the stairs that Hook’s memory had said would be here.

“Cool!” Henry exclaims, but then he turns back to see the look on Emma’s face. “I mean---gross.” And he scrunches up his nose and eyes.

Emma laughs. It’s not a happy laugh, it’s maybe a half-breath away from a cry or a scream, but she owes him this. And Regina.

Regina, who is definitely not happy to see her, the look on her face like she wants to shoot fire out of her eyes and might actually be mad enough to do it until Emma shoves her---their---kid at her as a peace offering. Or maybe a bribe.

Well, speaking of sorry: “We know you didn’t do it. I’m sorry, Regina.” And then she steps away because Henry flings himself at his mother, wrapping his arms tight around her until the fire-shooting look starts to melt into something less terrifying.

“Archie’s fine, Mom. We know it wasn’t you. It was someone named Cora.” Henry’s sobbing in relief and holding even tighter.

(Is that a tear in the Evil Queen’s eye?)

Whatever it is, it’s gone when she looks back up at Emma. There’s a second---less than---where Regina’s face just crumples, which seems like a fair reaction to the idea that Cora might be anywhere nearby, but then her exquisitely-plucked eyebrow goes up in an imperial arch. When she speaks, her question is sharp and pointed. “Is that how you knew I was here?”

“Right,” Emma says, “because Cora and I are such best friends.” The eyebrow goes higher so Emma sighs. “Sort of.”

(Just say it.)

It’s not---his---voice, because the best thing about Regina Mills’ secret underground grave/crypt/lair is definitely that, down here, Emma can’t feel or hear anything from Hook---no stray thoughts, no injuries or scars or racing heartbeat or goddamn feelings.

No room for curse-feelings in the secret underground lair.

(No Neal, either.)

(Honestly, she’s starting to understand the appeal of this place.)

But that’s why she came, right? To say it out loud? “I think your mother put a curse on me because she is a psychotic, evil witch who likes to fuck with people?”

Regina just stares at her. “How is that relevant to my question, Miss Swan?”

(Oops. She hadn’t meant to say that part out loud.)

(On the other hand, Regina’s not exactly denying it, is she?)

“Hook knows about this place, right?”

The fire-shooting look is back. “Hook? As in Captain?”

(She curls her hands into fists but she’s pretty sure Regina can see the sparks.)

Emma cuts off Henry’s excited cry and says, “I know because Hook knows. Because your mother did something to me---to us---in the Enchanted Forest. A curse, something, I don’t even know---it’s like a mental connection. Thoughts and feelings and---“ Emma gestures helplessly. “---and now---“

“They’re both here in Storybrooke. Is that what you’re telling me?” Regina’s voice is flat, and the eyebrow too. “And my mother framed me for a murder that didn’t even happen.”

“But you didn’t do it!” Henry is impatient and probably wants to talk more about Captain Hook and pirates or whatever but Regina squeezes his shoulder and pulls him back to her for another, even tighter hug.

“She wanted to leave me with nothing.”

Regina sounds so sure, and so tired; Emma nods.

But she can’t help herself. “Is that---all?”

“Isn’t that enough for you, Miss Swan?” Her eyes are blazing again, her knuckles white where she’s grasping Henry’s jacket. “Is there something more you wanted, other than for me to have nothing?”

“No, I don’t---” god, she’s so bad at this “---I mean, is there some other plan we should be aware of?”

The eye-roll is very nearly audible. “My mother makes Rumplestiltskin look impatient,” she says. “Of course there’s a plan. And we’re not going to know it until we know it and I’m sure your little pirate boyfriend is neck-deep in it. It wouldn’t be the first time he sided with her when it suited him.”

“Oh, I know it,” Emma murmurs. Regina’s expression shifts into something like speculation. The eyebrow is definitely intrigued.

(That’s a story for another time, though.)

(And one she’s not sure she’s ever going to tell Regina.)

(She can’t hide from those feelings, not even in the secret underground lair.)

“But he seems to think this is some kind of punishment---the curse, I mean. What she did to us. Because---”

She’s keeping her fingernails curled into her palms and they’re gonna leave marks but it doesn’t matter because Regina is staring at her, following her fingertips up to her eyes, her face full of speculation.

“---in the Enchanted Forest, he...let us win.”

“Why?”

Emma freezes.

“He always has a reason, Miss Swan,” Regina says. “Find the reason, find your answer. And get out of my way.”

(Because Regina is right---he’ll do anything, say anything, make any deal with anyone---even goddamn Cora---if it gets him another step closer to his crocodile.)

(Until---)

(It’s the first time she’s admitting it, what he did. What he gave up. For her.)

(She’d felt it, in the in-between place, but now it’s...real.)

“Just---it’s complicated, okay? I don’t want to discuss it.”

“No.” Her impatience is palpable---Emma definitely doesn’t need a curse to sense that. “Why are you telling me this? Shouldn’t you be telling someone who cares about your love life? Like your family?”

No ‘thank you for bringing Henry’ or acknowledgement of the apology---but then, why would she? Emma and her family were the ones who had been wrong.

(This time, at least.)

Emma sighs, opens her mouth---

“They’re all at the hospital,” Henry says.

“Something you forgot to mention, Miss Swan?” How did she get her eyebrows so freaking perfect, anyway?

No eyebrow naturally makes that shape.

“There was an incident at the town line last night,” Emma says. “Several of them, actually.”

“My mother?”

“No, it was---”

“Someone drove their car into Storybrooke, Mom!” Henry is walking around the crypt, looking at the shelves. “But there was an accident or something.”

“Someone did what?” Emma definitely brought out the fire in Regina’s eyes. “That’s not---”

“Okay, but apparently it is now,” Emma says, “because it happened. And then he drove right into Hook and sent both of them to the hospital, and it looks like whatever medical degree your curse gave Whale isn’t gonna cut it unless he can bring people back from the dead.”

“He’s dead?”

“Not yet, but he’s in surgery.”

“We need to talk to him.” Regina starts bustling around the crypt, then stops. “What was Hook doing at the town line---oh. The maid, right? Did he go after the maid again?” Regina looks disgusted and maybe a little disappointed and not at all worried about Whale’s medical acumen.

“Belle,” Emma says sharply, “and yes. She has no memory, not that you asked, but I guess you already knew that would happen, and everyone is at the hospital, hoping Doctor Whale doesn’t accidentally kill the poor guy who got lost and drove over a magical border that apparently doesn’t exist anymore.”

“Oh, I can fix that, Miss Swan.” Regina waves her hand impatiently---imperiously---in the air. “And Rumple hasn’t killed your pirate yet?”

Emma can feel the sparks building and clenches her fingers tighter. “I’ve got them separated for now. So here I am.”

She says it, and it’s all true, but as Regina starts fussing over Henry’s coat and pushing him back up the stairs and outside Emma realizes something else.

“Wait,” she calls, and the desperation in her voice is so painfully obvious that Regina actually stops and turns around and lets Henry walk ahead. “You don’t care.”

“About your boy problems? Definitely not.”

(And the thing is---she’d needed to hear that.)

(About the town line and Cora, at least.)

“Well.” Emma shrugs. “That’s why I came. They’re all obsessed with the car accident and meanwhile Cora is out there, and this curse---so. Yeah. I came to you.”

(There’s never going to be an apology. Not for the two of them. There’s too much between them---too much linking them.)

(What they need is a way forward.)

(Because she owes Henry.)

(And---so does Regina.)

Regina opens her mouth as if to speak and then closes it. Her expression turns and it’s one Emma has never seen before. It’s---almost---interested. Warm, and not fire-shooting hot. “Far be it for me to agree with the Charmings, but if there is a stranger in Storybrooke that’s a more immediate problem than whatever misery my mother is planning.” For a second she sounds so exhausted and Emma just---

She grabs Regina’s arm, like Mary Margaret would.

(Because Emma grew up with no mother because of Regina but Regina grew up with a monster who taught her how to be a monster.)

There’s silence, like Regina is waiting for Emma to do or say something, anything to make this feel less awkward or less like a Moment so Emma lets go and Regina straightens and looks ahead toward Henry. Away from Emma.

And they’re above ground now, the curse-feelings pushing up against her even though he’s still in the hospital---far away and, as best Emma can tell, ignoring her existence.

(But she still shivers, her finger up against her lips.)

(Real.)

“About Hook,” Regina says, and Emma jumps. Sparks.

(Real. Real. Real.)

Regina smirks. “Your problem is bigger than whatever my mother did. And you’d better get that---“ she points a finger at Emma and gestures “---under control. Because I might not care, but even Snow White is going to notice the yearning eyes and the sighing and whatever it is you keep doing with your lips. Do not explain, Miss Swan.” But there’s a hint of something genuine in her smile. “I have eyes, and I’ve seen him. The man is not without his appeal.”

And Emma just---

She just---

The laugh bubbles up inside her, more forcefully than it did when she’d walked in with Henry, the sheer insanity of this Moment and Regina and everything, and she lets it. Hysterical, yes, but release all the same. She wipes a tear from the corner of her eye and catches her breath.

It’s not an apology.

But it’s a start.

“Miss Swan?”

(And he might be far away, chained to a hospital bed, but she can’t ignore the feelings she’d been hiding from in the grave/crypt/lair.)

“Yeah,” she says. “Sorry, what?”

(Because what the kiss exposed? About the tension and the sense of awareness that had been there since the beanstalk?)

“Focus,” Regina says.

(Powerful and deep and terrifying and she was surprised the room hadn’t been actually on fire when she’d woken up.)

Emma blinks and shakes her head. “What?”

“I’m trying to give you some advice. Please don’t make me repeat myself again.”

Wrong time. Wrong place.

Regina sighs. “Focus, Miss Swan. Emotions are power. Focus them.”

A shiver dances across the back of her neck and she turns, instinctively.

...watch out, you’d better watch...

And then she remembers what else she’d been hiding from in the grave/crypt/lair.

(Wrong man.)

“Regina,” she calls, and can practically hear the eye-roll as Regina turns back again. “There’s actually something else I have to tell you.”

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itsjustmyfantasyroom · 4 years ago

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Room mate

Warnings: Smut and episode based.

WC: 1643

Enjoy x

It had been nice for the short time it had been happening. Nick had been living with you coming on 4 weeks. The house had been sold quicker than he and Maria had thought which didn’t give him much time to find somewhere to live. Your spare room already had a bed and built in’s so you offered it to him. It was nice having someone to share the rent with and not coming home to an empty apartment all the time and Nick had voiced this to you as well. You had seen a shift in him. He was like the old Nick, not as bad tempered and easier to deal with. And more so now you were happy to not be alone helping Tucker take down a corrupter prescient you all knowing the back lash you could cop.

The undercover sting had been next level and you felt something in you and Nick shift the night you were in the car with him and Liv following around Cassidy while he was undercover with officers from the 12th. You guys sat in the car while he was taken into a working girl and Liv, you and Nick heard him over his wire. It was awkward enough as it was listening to Liv’s boyfriend out loud, but when Nick locked eyes with you in the review mirror you felt your cheeks burn and you thanked whoever was watching over you that Amanda rang when she did.

It was early hours of the morning when you both stumbled back into the apartment, wide awake from the last coffee you both had not long ago thinking you would be at the station all night. You came out of your room after changing from your shower, hearing Nick in the shower and made yourself comfortable on your L shaped couch, your legs out stretched on the chaise of the couch in your sleep shorts and t shirt.

“Not tired?” Nick made his way around the couch to come and sit next to you, sitting just close enough to rest one of his legs on the chaise next to yours that were crossed at your ankles.

“Na we shouldn’t have had that coffee” you sat up tucking your legs up under yourself leaning into Nick more.

Without a word Nick put his arm around your shoulders pulling you into him you resting your head on his shoulder and your arm on his middle. It feeling right and comfortable, something you both often did when you were watching movies or come home from a big case.

“We didn’t know she was going to fold like that so quickly”

“I’ am surprised really” you adjusted yourself so your back was into Nick’s side, his arm on your chest resting between you throat and boobs, his long fingers resting on your shoulder, his chin on top of your head “Her love for him blinded her for so long and Liv just saying the right words and she gave it all up. I feel sorry for her, giving herself over to him in every way for him to act like that and she be ok with it”

“You live with your partner” he chuckled. You shot up quick out of his embrace turning to look at him with a serious face.

“Yeah but you wouldn’t do that to me and I wouldn't do that to you” you frowned.

“I’ am loyal, l would never do that to you” Nick shook his head.

“Good, I was going to swap you for Fin” you nudged his side laying back on his chest Nick throwing his arm around you again.

“He wouldn’t put up with you for five minutes” Nick kissed the top of your head.

You woke to a sore hip but felt warm and the dim light coming through the curtains. Your eyes fluttered open. Once your eyes adjusted you seen that your face was resting below Nick's neck on his chest, your arm around him up under his underarm on his back. One of Nick’s arms was still under your neck, his other resting on your middle and something very hard pocking into your thigh.

You gasped and lent back slightly looking at Nick’s sleeping face. His skin looked so soft and the usual frown lines and clenched jaw nowhere to be seen, his lips plump and inviting. You pushed your thigh into him and a slightest puff of air left his lips. You did it again ever so slightly and you watched as his eyes fluttered open and Nick’s dark chocolate eyes settled on yours. You watched as he realised what was going on and he sat up quick,

“Y/N, I’ am so sorry- I” he jumped up off the couch and rushed into his room closing the door.

“Nick” you knocked twice and turned the handle and walked in.

Nick was sitting on the edge of his bed, his cheeks and neck red and a sizable tent still in his boxers. You walked over and stood between his legs, your hands going to his cheeks tilting his head back his eyes snapping to meet yours,

“Why did you go?” your thumbs running along his jaw “You don’t want to take that step with me?”

Nick sighed leaning into your hand closing his eyes and turning his head to kiss your palm.

“No I do, but I wanted to take you out first. I wanted to do things the right way this time”

“If that’s what you want” you purred and went to take a step back.

Nick stood up and grabbed your hand before you even had a chance to take two full step back pulling you into his body you both falling onto the bed, Nick rolling you so he was between your legs, intertwining his fingers with yours pinning them above your head

“You know it’s not what I want” Nick growled “But I was trying to be a gentlemen” Nick thrusted his hard clothed length into your clothed core and started kissing down your neck nipping and sucking on your skin “You have brought the best out in me and I want to treat you like you deserve to be treated”

Nick’s lips landed on yours, his tongue darting into your mouth, battling with yours. You wrapped your legs around his waist rutting your hips up into him.

“Nick, I won’t think any different if you fuck me before you take me for dinner- Just don-“

“You know I would never do that to you Y/N”

Nick’s lips crashed on yours, your tongues coming together rolling with each other’s. You wanted nothing more than to touch him feel his skin on yours hands, but when you tried to pulled your hands out of his grip, he tighten his pushing your hands down more into the mattress,

“Oh no mi Amor you don’t get the gentleman” His lips moved to your ear “I’ am going to fuck you hard and fast now- we have plenty of time for love making after dinner tonight”

You moaned at Nick’s words bucking your hips up. Nick brought your writs together pinning them together with one hand, then reaching over to his top drawer pulling out a condom,

“I’ am going to let go of your hands Y/N, but be a good girl and keep them above your head, me entiendes?”

You nodded and watched as Nick got up on his knees and pushed down his shorts and boxers his hard length stringing free and you gasped and bit your bottom lip as Nick rolled on the condom. He didn’t miss your reaction chuckling as he dropped back down over you, one hand going back to your wrists and the other hocking on your sleep shorts and panties moving them to the side and lining himself up to you,

“Like what you see mi dulce?”

“Yes but I-oohh“ You moaned as Nick slid into you bottoming out “I want to see all of you”

Nick started rolling his hips hard and deep pushing you up the bed slightly with every hip thrust and you wrapping your legs around his middle.

“You will” Nick grunted “But not yet”

Nick picked up his thrusts, hitting the right spot every time. Your moans and Nick’s grunts filled the room.

“I’ am close Nick” Nick kissed you deep reaching between your clothed bodies finding your harden bundle of nerves rolling it fast in time with his thrusts, your legs tightening around him.

“I want to hear you mi Amor”

You bucked your hips up hard slamming into Nick and he could feel your walls fluttering hard around him. Your orgasm raging through you rapidly your eyes locked with Nick’s as you moaned his name loud. Nick’s hips got sloppy and he slammed into you hard, a roar filling the room as he came deep inside you. You both breathless, Nick lent down kissing you quick,

“Wait here”

He jumped up and ran to the bathroom to clean himself up and rid himself of the condom and he was back in no time crawling on top of you again, kissing up your clothed body up your neck along your jaw and kissing you deep again,

“That was amazing” Nick smiled into your mouth.

“It was” you purred.

“Think we can make this work? Living together, working together and being together?”

“I think so. We have been pretty much doing that for the last four weeks” you ran your hands down his sides slipping your fingers into the waist of his shorts.

“We have been doing it for longer than four weeks” he chuckled kissing you sweetly “Let’s get changed and we will go out to eat. Now I know what it’s like to fuck you- I can’t wait to make love to you.”

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prettyboybarzal · 4 years ago

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Tattoos Together (6) // Tyler Seguin

summary: the week at tyler’s childhood home is coming to a close. have you made the most of your time with your best friend? or have those pesky feelings gotten in the way again??

word count: 2.3k

author’s note: OKAY. this is the second to last part of this fic, i believe. (there may be an epilogue.) I’M SORRY THAT THIS TOOK SO GODDAMN LONG... on the brightside, the wait for chapter seven will not be as long as this one was. i promise. please let me know what you think!

July 2017

Jamie didn’t know what happened but when he woke up on the second to last day at the Seguin house, but you and Tyler were fine. After spending the entire week as a buffer between the two of you, he was pleasantly surprised and completely shocked to find you cooking breakfast together. Tyler stood at the griddle while you sat atop the counter with a dopey smile on your face. “Good morning, Jam.”

“Morning, Jamie.”

“Good morning, guys,” he spoke slowly as he settled into one of the stools at the island. His eyes shifted from one to the other, wondering what he’d missed to be waking up to this domestic scene.

When the food was finished, you stood to grab plates for the three of you and Tyler poured the coffee. Without asking, he fixed yours up just how you like and slid it into your hand as he stepped around you to join Jamie at the counter.

You weren’t exactly planning to spend the morning by Tyler’s side. You’d woken up early and sat out on the front porch with a book while you waited for the rest of the house to wake up. Tyler was up fifteen minutes after and came barrelling out the front door with the dogs right behind him for their morning walk. You offered to go with him without a second thought.

The whole thing was a little bit cliche. As you walked, you inched closer and closer together until you were so close that your hands kept brushing. Tyler wanted to grab yours so bad, but each time he pulled away like he’d been shocked.

When you got back to the house, he suggested chocolate pancakes for breakfast and then he sucked you into another conversation and you couldn’t escape to the guest room. Nor did you really want to.

“What’s the plan for today?” Jamie asked after breakfast had been cleaned up.

Cassidy entered the room with her hair and make-up already done and answered his question, “I don’t know what you boys are planning to do, but we’re stealing YN.”

“Is that so?” Tyler asked, as if he was going to challenge her over your precious time.

Twenty minutes later, you were seated between his sisters and gathering all the intel on everything going on in their lives. You knew which friends were no longer friends, which classes sucked the most, which boys were occupying their time. They made you laugh, just like Tyler, and you found yourself wishing that you could spend more time with them than one day.

“We met Maisy,” Candace said softly after you all paid for your manicures. Cassidy tossed her a wide-eyed look, but she shrugged her off. You turned and raised your eyebrows at them, having expected a bit more information. “And?”

“She was nice.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at her statement and the girls smiled happily at your reaction.

“That’s all you have to say about her?” you asked. They nodded softly as they followed you out to the car. “Tyler seems happy with her.”

“He’s in denial.”

You didn’t respond and the girls dropped the conversation.

About halfway back to their house, Cassidy directed you to take a left into a shopping center. She pointed across the lot to a boutique and asked you to pull up and park there. You did as she asked without a question or complaint. They led you into the shop, waving at the women behind the counter before leading you over to the dresses.

“What do you need dresses for?” you asked as your fingers felt the material of each dress on the rack.

“Oh, we don’t need dresses,” Candace said. “You need one.”

“For what?”

“Tyler’s bringing you guys to his favorite club tonight,” Cassidy explained. “He’s been talking about taking you since you planned this trip. You need something to wear.”

They shoved you into the dressing room with a pile of dresses in every color, and then sat on the bench outside and waited for the fashion show. It was hard to find one that they both agreed on, and one that you also felt comfortable in. Finally, after trying on nearly every one, you stepped out in a satin red slip dress.

“You’re a smokeshow,” Candace stated, smacking her hand down against the space on the bench beside her. Cassidy nodded in agreement. “That’s the one.”

You completely agreed.

When you changed out of it, Cassidy’s hand popped over the door to hold onto it for you. You changed back into your street clothes and gathered the discarded dresses to place them on the rack outside the dressing room. By the time you were done, the girls were already at the register and paying for the dress you picked out.

“What are you doing?”

“Don’t worry about it,” Cassidy spoke as she handed a card over. “Ty’s got it covered.”

---

“You didn’t need to pay for this dress,” you grumbled through the bathroom door to Tyler as you got ready for the night. “I have a job.”

“So do I!”

“Do not compare our paychecks,” you warned.

His laughter rang out, joyous and childlike, as he spoke, “I won’t.”

While you hung out with the girls, Tyler and Jamie went golfing. When they got back, they were both a little drunk. Tyler hopped in the shower first, then Jamie, and when Tyler was done he ended up on your bed waiting for you to emerge dressed and ready to go.

“What color is it?”

“Red.”

“I like red,” he remarked. You caught a glimpse of your smile in the mirror and immediately corrected it. You looked like you were a school girl giggling at something the class clown said.

You put the finishing touches on your makeup and smoothed your dress down before stepping out of the bathroom.

The moment he saw you, Tyler’s lost all the air inside his lungs. He shamelessly trailed his gaze along your legs to your chest to your lips, until finally reaching your eyes.

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered. “Are you trying to kill me?”

He wasn’t even trying to hide it anymore, was he?

“Come on, I need a drink.”

Tyler kept his distance as best he could while you pregamed. His friends finally showed up, so it was easy to find distraction, but that red dress was everything he could’ve asked for and his eyes kept finding their way to you. The dress clung to your every curve and he couldn’t stop thinking about peeling it off you. He felt the way his pants tightened and excused himself to the bathroom to get his head in the right place.

His phone chimed as soon as he was alone and Maisy’s name lit the screen up as if she’d known he was in the middle of some very bad thoughts.

Have fun tonight, my love!

He stared at the message for a moment, and then he shut his phone off completely.

The club was packed from wall-to-wall and the moment Tyler realized they’d have to weave through dozens of people, he reached out to take your hand in his. He tugged you closer once your fingers were intertwined and led the way to the velvet interior of the VIP section. When you reached the booth, you began to slip away but he tightened his grip until he was done ordering champagne for the group.

As the waitress flitted off to the bar, Tyler sat. His free hand slid across your back, curling around your side to squeeze lightly and direct you closer to him. You felt the heat in your cheeks as he did it and looked at Jamie nervously. He looked away as soon as your eyes met.

You ended up in his lap with both of his arms around your waist. One of your arms fell heavily over his shoulder, the other remained in your lap nervously picking at the hem of your dress. His hands felt heavy against your skin, but he seemed unaffected by your closeness as he carried on conversations with the people around him. One of his hands came to rest on your thigh and each time his eyes fell to its placement, he thought about digging his fingers into your flesh.

All the while, you tried to hold conversations with his friends, but it was hard to think with his hands on your body.

When the group finally decided to hit the dance floor, you fled to Jamie’s side in hopes of diminishing the feeling in your stomach that maybe you and Tyler weren’t quite ready to put the events of last summer behind you.

Tyler’s house was quiet when you finally arrived home. All the women of the house had gone to sleep hours before your arrival, but Tyler wasn’t quite ready for the night to end. As soon as you stepped through the door, he made a beeline for the kitchen.

“I’m making food!”

You kicked your heels off at the door and followed him while Jamie ran to the bathroom.

“Do you want mozzarella sticks?”

“Absolutely.”

You watched him throw the sticks into the oven from your spot on the countertop, the same place you sat that morning while he made breakfast. He set the timer and clicked the light on inside so he could watch them and then he backed up to lean against the counter beside you.

“Tell me something.”

“Okay, I’ll tell you something,” you said. He raised his eyebrows, turning to face you and wedge himself between your knees. He dropped his hands to your thighs, squeezing lightly to get you to continue. “We didn’t get tattoos tonight.”

“Holy shit,” he spoke. “You’re right.”

“There goes that tradition.”

“I mean, what would you even get? It’s not like we had anything in mind.”

You leaned back on the counter, palms pressed against the cool marble, and thought.

“I have a few ideas.”

“Go for it,” he urged.

“First idea is that we could get the Bruins logo on our asses,” you began. He choked on his laughter. “Now, hear me out,” you continued. He nodded. “Your teammate’s might hate it, but you owe that organization a lot for all the great things they brought you. Me, for example.”

“Okay, what other options do you have?”

“We can get the dogs tattooed somewhere on us.”

“That’s actually not a horrible idea,” he began. “But I wanna get a third, so I’m gonna have to wait on that.”

“Okay, fine,” you sighed. He watched you as you thought up another ridiculous answer, smiling softly to himself as the gears in your brain turned. “You know what we can get?”

“Please, tell me. I’m dying to know.”

“Just Brad Marchand’s signature,” you said. “We can get it right across our tits. It’ll be like reliving your Cup golden days. Just titty signatures all around.”

His laughter echoed off the walls in the kitchen and your face hurt from how hard you were grinning at him. Tears pricked the corner of his eyes as he tried to calm himself. You weren’t sure when was the last time you’d gotten this type of reaction from him, but you were mentally patting yourself on the back for having done it right then.

He stepped away from you and dropped his voice to a whisper, “God, I could kiss you right now.”

The room fell silent.

He said that out loud. He meant to say it in his head, but he said it out loud. He didn’t mean it, well, he sort of meant it, but he knew he shouldn’t have said it. It wasn’t supposed to fall from his lips so easily. His eyes snapped up to you and he noticed that you were frozen in place, food halfway to your mouth.

“You can’t.”

“Yeah, I know,” he said, turning away swiftly to clean up the kitchen counter. “I didn’t mean it like that, you know? I just--” he turned to face you again. “I want to be good for Maisy. I do, really, but my feelings for you aren’t just going to disappear. I’m trying, though, I promise.”

You wish it didn’t hurt when he said that. You were supposed to be happy that he was trying to get past this, but instead you feel your heart shatter in your chest.

“Mozzarella sticks, nice!”

Jamie’s exclamation ended the conversation, and you shoved another mozzarella stick down your throat hoping that maybe food was the solution to all your worries.

The next morning, as Tyler lifted your final bag into the trunk, your phone began to ring.

“I’m just going to take this quickly,” you told the boys as you turned back into the house for the privacy of the guest room. After accepting the call, you lifted the phone to your ear and greeted the caller on the other end.

“Ms. YLN?”

“Speaking.”

“Hi, it’s Dave Jeffries from Red Door Publishing,” the man spoke. “I’ve been tasked with compiling a team to join me at our Dallas office and I wanted to offer you a position if you’re interested. It’ll come with a bit of a promotion, as well as a package to help you get settled in.”

“Oh, wow,” you breathed out. Your eyes lifted to the window that led out to the front yard. Tyler was leaning against the car door with the dogs at his feet. He was giggling at something Jamie said, and then he looked up and met your eyes through the window. They crinkled at the sight of you. “I’m interested in the position, but I’d appreciate the opportunity to think about my decision until Monday morning.”

“You can do that,” he answered. “For what it’s worth, I think you’d fit in great over here.”

You almost felt compelled to laugh. The irony of the situation wasn’t lost on you.

“You know what?” you asked him lightheartedly. He hummed. “I do too.”

#tyler seguin x reader #tyler seguin fic #tyler seguin story #tyler seguin imagine #tattoos together fic #hockey imagine #nhl imagine #hockey fic #hockey rpf

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clean-bands-dirty-stories · 4 years ago

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Shut Him Up ~ R.C.

A/n: Listen give me ANY excuse to write Randall and I will

Request: “...Hamish duke or Randall x human male reader we’re one of the Wolfe’s get hurt and the reader is like the care taker of the group and he’s rambling because the guy he likes got hurt and ( which ever wolf you choose because I love them both) to shut him up kisses him because he’s also crushing on the reader and the rest of them are like “ so that’s how you shut him up”...”

Word Count: 1700+

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"You idiot!" Hamish groaned, his shoulders sagging. "Now Y/n is going to be all over our asses when we get back. You realize that right?"

"Not if you don't tell him," Randall shot back immediately. He hissed at the pain in his shoulder. "It's fine. I'll be completely healed in a few seconds then we can get it cleaned and if no one says anything when we get back, Y/n won't- AH!" He screamed, his hand shooting out to hold his shoulder and his eyes widening. When he pulled his hand away again, it was covered in just as much blood as before.

The group was silent for a long time. But the bleeding didn't stop and when Randall swayed, Jack jumped in to put Randall's good arm around Jack's shoulders. "Let's get him to Y/n. He's not healing, and Y/n has been studying since all that stuff with Hamish went down." Lilith groaned, but it was light. Even Y/n's wrath was less important than making sure Randall didn't die.

The entire trek back to the Den was spent with everyone trying to come up with what to say to Y/n that would get him to freak out the least. But then, halfway there, Randall's knees gave in and Jack had to pick him up completely. Even between the three of them it was becoming more and more obvious that there was absolutely nothing anyone could come up with that would satiate Y/n's worry at seeing Randall pale, bleeding, nearly unconscious and not healing. And that was absolutely fact for two simple reasons.

One: Y/n was like the group mom. He made sure they were all eating and getting sleep and that they put aside time needed to study and shower and wash clothes and do their normal responsibilities like work and Randall's RA stuff in between all the hunting and killing and dealing with a bunch of magicians who seemed hell bent on destroying the world at the drop of a hat or the smallest inconvenience. He had spent so much time taking care of the pack that it was practically ingrained into his DNA to care about all of them. So even hearing about them getting hurt usually set off a rant from Y/n about taking care of themselves and how they needed to be more careful - ESPECIALLY since the whole knife incident with Hamish.

Two: Y/n was in love with Randall. He had only gotten involved in this whole drama, despite being human, because he had flirted with Randall time and time again, but Randall wasn't down for anything serious because Y/n was human and had enough to worry about without supernatural shit bothering him. Y/n was hyper aware of Randall though and as things got really weird and shady, Y/n went poking around. Now they were all here, and better off for it.

Lilith opened the door and called out for Y/n, who came scrambling into the room at the panic in Lilith's voice. He froze when he saw Randall, his eyes widening and his face draining of color. "What the fuck happened?" He demanded rather harshly, looking at the other wolves as if accusing them. He always got like this when it came to Randall. He was always worried about them, but there was a new level reached when Randall got hurt that made him all the more intolerable.

They all loved him of course but things were going to go wrong - why didn't he get that?

"I don't know," Hamish offered, feeling a little guilty. Of all the group, he probably understood Y/n the most. Jack and Alyssa were often at odds and it messed with their relationship. Y/n and Randall... Well, despite all the idiocy on Randall's part, they reminded Hamish a lot of how he and Cassidy used to be. "I'm sorry he just got- there was this witch, and she had a whip-"

"On the couch," Y/n ordered. Hamish obeyed, laying Randall on the couch. Immediately his blood started soaking into the sofa. Jack sucked in a breath. "Tell me what happened Hamish. I need to know so I can figure out how to treat it."

Hamish ran a hand through his hair. "Uh- well, the whip. It only barely scratched the rest of us, but it was about to take Alyssa out. And she's kind of cool sometimes so we were trying to make sure we didn't die and we heal a lot faster than she does so I guess he thought it would be fine. But... it got him really really bad and then it didn't heal. Halfway here his legs gave out. I don't know if he's going into shock or it's the blood loss or... poisoning? I don't know?"

Y/n had taken the time that Hamish talked, looking at the flesh around the cut. He went into full doctor mode, not allowing his emotions to cloud his judgement. "I'll be right back." He ran out of the room and the other three wolves were left to watch Randall begin to bleed out. It was becoming clear that whatever it was, it was moving fast, and Randall... he was about to die.

A hush of horror fell across the room as they all genuinely thought their friend was about to die right in front of them while they were helpless to do anything. Then like some kind of angel sent straight from heaven, Y/n swooped in with a bowl full of blue-purple liquid. He stood over Randall and poured it into the cut, making sure the whole cut was filled and covered in the liquid in the bowl. They all stood with baited breath, worried that Y/n had gotten it wrong or, worse, they were just too late.

Then Randall began healing.

"You're amazing Y/n," Jack sighed, shaking his head as he grinned.

Y/n wasn't amused though. The relief that had wiped all minds of the talking to Y/n had planned faded away as a stern man whose eyes were full of anger turned to the three wolves. "You fucking idiots. Just so you know, wolf's bane. The bitch with the whip coated it in wolf's bane. You're lucky that I noticed the way it look on his skin or he'd have died from magical poisoning. Which means she KNEW she was dealing with wolves." He held out the bowl he was holding, which still was half full of the liquid. "Make sure to get each and every cut you guys have. They might be small, but they'll suck away your strength slowly and never heal until you treat them. If you miss any-"

"What's all that talking about?" Randall groaned. The group looked over to see him sitting up, looking around. "What?"

"You idiot!" Y/n whacked Randall's shoulder, causing the newly awakened wolf to complain out loud about how it hurt. He didn't give the boy the time of day though. "I was just saying that your cut you dismissed? It was done by wolf's bane. I'll make more antidote if needed, so don't feel shy to use it up. If the cuts don't go away completely, put some more on. Symptoms include exhaustion, feeling like your body is really heavy, zoning out, and can get worse and lead to struggling to move or talk." He whipped around to glare at Randall. "Now, you." He reached over, dipping his fingers into the liquid. "Where did you get cut?" Randall took off his shirt, showing his scraped up back and arms. He was far, far more marked up than the others, which is probably why he had such a severe reaction. Y/n began to apply the liquid to all his wounds, but the action didn't stop him from going off. "You know who would have been absolutely unaffected by this shit? Alyssa," he began. He'd already been going on so long that the others in the room were tired. "She would have gotten a little cut and it would have been fine-"

"Y/n please," Randall sighed. "You tell me the same thing every time. I get it, you don't want us to get hurt-"

Y/n shot to his feet. "You came back DYING, Randall!"

"And you fixed me!" Randall shouted back, standing as well. "I'm fine! That's the thing about teamwork. None of us alone are good - we have to stick together!"

"And what if you're attacked when I'm in class across campus, or across the country back at my parents' house? What happens then Randall?" Y/n demanded, getting in Randall's face.

Randall scoffed. "Well you wouldn't do that unless it was for summer vacation, and we already all agreed to stay nearby since everything is hitting the fan."

It was Y/n's turn to scoff. "You know I gave up a lot of shit so I could be here to keep your ass alive?"

"I didn't ask you to do that!" Randall shot at Y/n.

"You didn't have to!" Y/n threw back. They both went quiet, breathing hard as they looked at each other. "Goddamnit Randall, you didn't have to." He closed his eyes, raising his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose. "But you know what? Jack's been learning lots from me, and even more from the Order. He's read the books. If I'm really so annoying then please, let me just see myself out I wouldn't want to-"

Randall suddenly snapped, rushing forward. He grabbed Y/n's face, crashing their lips together. The room was dead silent, even after the two parted. "I'm sorry," Randall whispered. "I just... I'm going to get hurt Y/n. You can't get mad at me every time."

Y/n was quiet. "I-" For the first time since they'd ever seen Y/n, his voice was soft. "I wasn't angry." He didn't ramble or rant like usual. He didn't go off in deep explanation that set off a long conversation. There was no heart to heart and crying and confessing. For the first time, Y/n stood there with all his walls down, eyes glued to Randall, and he let the silence speak for all the things he had never said.

Before Randall could say anything, the other three wolves still in the room made themselves remembered as Lilith teasingly noticed, "So that’s how you shut him up.”

Y/n threw a pillow at her, but she wasn't going to be silenced easily. For a change, Y/n was though, and that was all they got from him. For now... At least Randall had a secret weapon for the next time Y/n went off on him.

Male reader tags: @sheepfather

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liloelsagranger · 3 years ago

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Night shift - Chapter 2 (Rocketshipping)

Chapter 2:

The whip already raised for use, Jessiebelle reared up in front of James, who was cowering on the floor all intimidated. “Where have you been? Do you realize how worried I was?” She swung the whip and gave James a blow. James cried out in pain, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. He knew that this little excursion into freedom would have consequences. Today Jessiebelle carried out the punishment with her favourite tool and throttled her fiancé without batting an eye.

“You have to be chastised, otherwise you might get ideas and leave me, and we both don’t want that, right James?”

The young man was trembling with pain. He grabbed his arm with the gaping wound. Sometimes he wanted to die, sometimes he wanted to leave this world, thoughts that had plagued him since he was a child. But the urge to be free and to be able to live his own life had prevented him from doing anything stupid until then and thinking of the waitress Jessie gave him new hope. Another lash!

“Please, Jessiebelle, stop!” he pleaded. “I’ve learned my lesson, I’ll never sneak away again, but please, have mercy!” Tears streamed down his face. Jessiebelle knelt beside her fiancé and gave him a small kiss on the cheek.

“This is the only way you will learn to be obedient and please your future wife. Sometimes you have to take harsher measures to open someone’s eyes to how much love is involved here. I love you, James,” she breathed into his ear. James cried bitter tears. If this is love, what does abysmal hatred feel like?

She left him crouching on the floor, alone in his pain and thick tears of despair. James was breathing heavily, he could barely move, but he had a mission and nothing and no one, certainly not Jessiebelle’s abuse would stop him. With the last of his strength, he tried to get to his feet, left the torture cellar and sank into his pillow, tired and exhausted. Tomorrow night he would see her again, Jessie. He imagined her smile, her sapphire blue eyes, and slipped into a fitful sleep.

The day dragged on endlessly. James counted the hours until he could sneak out through the service exit. When evening came, he waited for the right moment to dismiss the property. The servants covered him, they were on his side and could no longer watch this tragedy of a relationship.

“I hope the wound heals quickly, James. This tincture is a recipe from my grandmother, it is supposed to work wonders. Look how Jessiebelle is ruining you. You are a shadow of your former self.” Maria became quite emotional at the sight of those deep cuts. She had cared for James since he was a little boy every time his parents were traveling the world again. Seeing him like this, abused, beaten and mistreated, broke her heart. James put a hand on her shoulder. “Don’t worry about me, Maria. There’s someone worth living for,” he put on a weak smile. “And I really need to see her,” he pressed on the tourniquet and disappeared into the night.

As James walked along the Strip, he noticed the many carnies and performers. Some were painting portraits of the tourists; others were juggling ten balls at once. Others sang and played music and thrilled the guests with little show acts. It wasn’t long before James spotted Ash, who was holding the crowd spellbound with his Pikachu. He had many tricks up his sleeve and his little Pokémon was exceptionally well trained. They were a welded team and impressed the audience with a fantastic interlude consisting of various electric attacks that Pikachu was capable of. The crowd went wild, applauded and cheered. The coins were already jingling, the bills flowing. James wanted to do more than one good deed today and secretly put a hundred-Pokédollar bill in Ash’s hat. With it, he and his friends could enjoy a delicious dinner at the Diner. Ash could hardly believe his eyes when he fished the large bill out of his hat. His mouth was open, never had he received so much tip before. His gaze wandered through the audience and stuck to James.

“Hey! Aren’t you the guy who was at the Diner last night?” he asked him. James nodded his head. “Wow! What happened to your face? Where did you get that black eye?” Ash wondered. Should James tell him a tall tale or come clean with the truth? He didn’t know this boy at all and honestly, he didn’t want to hang his private life on the big bell.

“Work accident,” James replied. Ash nodded his understanding and stowed the big money in his pocket. He had no idea that his sponsor was standing right in front of him.

“Are you coming by today? Fridays are fish day, you’ll miss out on the tastiest salmon and sea food if you don’t show up later.”

That’s when it slipped out of James’ mouth. “Is Jessie having a night shift tonight?” It was so foolish, he felt pretty stupid. What kind of impression did this make on young Ash? The boy grinned maliciously.

“Jessie is at the Diner every single night, trying to keep herself and that place afloat, it takes hard work, but she’s up to any problem. So yeah, she’ll be there. Why?”

James blushed to the roots of his hair. “Oh nothing, she just served me very well.” James shrugged it off, but one question still burned on his mind. “This man, who works with her at the Diner. Is that her boyfriend?” Ash laughed out loud.

“You mean Eddy? He’s ace. All he wants are close and deep friendships, but nothing more. A hug is still in, but not a step further. You don’t have to worry about him but let me give you some good advice. Give Jessie some space and don’t press her. Life wasn’t always easy for her.” Ash packed up his paraphernalia and disappeared down a dark side street.

Late in the evening, James hardly dared to show up at the Diner. He was visibly nervous and couldn’t quite explain to himself why. Of course, he was happy to see Jessie again and to enjoy her first-class service, to feel her warm smile on his skin. On the other hand, he didn’t want her to see him maltreated like that. But when he entered the restaurant, the atmosphere was really tense. He discovered the large bouquet of flowers that he had secretly sent her, but Jessie seemed to be anything but pleased about it. He approached the waitress and overheard snippets of conversation that made him shudder. Turning to Eddy, she showed her best friend the small note James had enclosed. “He’s trying to suck up again, that lousy guy! Signs it with a friggin J. Like I wouldn’t guess it’s that assface of Jack’s who’s supposedly trying to make up with me. Throw this bouquet in the trash can right now, Eddy! Get it out of my sight!” she commanded. This action had gone completely wrong. But how could James have known that Jessie’s ex-boyfriend’s name started with a J, too? He put a hand on her shoulder and Jessie immediately winced. “Oh, it’s you. Sorry, I didn’t see anyone enter de Diner. I’ll come right over and take your order.” She heaved a deep sigh, gave way to her anger, and kicked the trash can with all her might.

James had probably hit the wrong nerve. Now he felt all the more pathetic. He wanted to please Jessie with the bouquet and show his gratitude for the nice service, but this action was a shot in the foot.

The waitress was beside herself when she reached James’ table. Her hair was mussed, she rummaged in her apron for her tiny notebook to write down the incoming orders and could not concentrate on her guests. Something had to have happened, and James was trying to figure out how to help Jessie. It was his turn to ask her about her day. “Miserable, James. Everything that could go wrong, did go wrong! But I don’t want to burden you with my stuff, I’m sure you have other things to worry about, judging by your eye…” James’ hand shot up. “I’ll get you cooling pads”, Jessie was overly attentive and James liked that feeling of being cared for by someone. There was no emotion in his relationship with Jessiebelle, except for pain and hatred. There could never be any question of love. It was an arranged engagement, and his parents didn’t care how much James suffered from Jessiebelle’s mannerisms. James wanted to offer Jessie all his attention in return, he wanted to listen to her, ask her how her day had been and talk for hours about trivial things that made him forget for a short time the strains of a botched relation.

“Here’s your coke and a turkey sandwich. Enjoy!” she forced herself to smile, but the day’s toil was gnawing away at her. James had to take the initiative. “Please, sit down for a minute. There aren’t many guests, you can certainly take a short break”, he offered her the seat next to him. She looked around, nodded wearily, and let herself sink into the chair. “What a day,” Jessie grabbed the menu card and fanned herself. He turned to her, eyeing her beautiful face, and straining to take in her every word. “Maybe you’ve already noticed, but the Strip is no place for rich snobs. Drunks and homeless people hang out here. Most of the guys who come to my Diner can’t even pay, so they charge me. Unfortunately, at the end of the month there is barely enough for the rent…and food must also be purchased. We work to the limit, staying open late to make a few Pokédollars, but it just doesn’t pay. Cassidy paid us a visit today. You remember? That broad from the newspaper? She threatened to kick us out, said she was going take the Diner away from us piece by piece. I just don’t know what to do, we barley make ends meet and we have far too few guests. What should I do? Oh, why am I talking to you, you have enough problems,” she buried her face in her hands and sighed. James stroked her cheek. He could have bought the Diner at the push of a button, but he didn’t want to be liked for his money, he wanted to be liked for who he was, the real him.

“Don’t hang your head, I could help you out after all. I don’t want a salary, a roof over my head and a warm sandwich in the evening is perfectly fine”, he smiled encouragingly at her. ‘And I can be closer to you,’ he didn’t say it out loud. She raised her head and looked at him questioningly. “What do you want in this shabby place? I’m sure you have better places to stay and besides, I really can’t pay you anything, we’re almost broke…”

James felt embarrassed. If only Jessie knew how much he wanted to escape the shackles of this terrible relationship. He wanted to be free, no matter what the cost. He wanted to have air to breathe, he wanted to laugh and have a zest for life, and that’s what he hoped to find at the Diner. With people who could show compassion, who responded to the needs of others, without batting an eye, were willing to offer a helping hand to even the most down-and-out creatures on the Strip. “You know, I have some idea about advertising and marketing. With just a piece of cardboard and my loud blabbermouth, I can double your customer base. Trust me,” he held out his hand to her and she took it. What tender, soft skin. So fragile. What have these hands had to endure? Cleaning, washing, cooking, tidying up. Such delicate hands must be protected, and James already knew how. He wished this handshake would never stop. For the first time he felt the perky waitress and it was overwhelming. A slight tug in his heart area told him where this journey would lead, and he hoped Jessie would be the destination. He had never felt so attracted to a woman before. She was different, she was a fighter that not even the worst news could wear out. For a brief moment, they looked at each other, smiling. No words were needed to describe the attraction between these two. They lost themselves in their gazes, even if it was only for a split second. Something blossomed between them, a tiny flame of hope, of forgetting and of new beginnings.

“I’m about to get out my violin and serve them a plate of spaghetti with meatballs,” Eddy murmured to one of their guests. “Yes, yes, our Jessie has sworn off love, but she seems to make a big and fat exception with James…” “Let there be fish for everyone! Let’s celebrate, my friends!” Ash rumbled into the Diner, followed by his two best mates, Misty and Brock. They immediately destroyed the intimate moment between Jessie and her new co-worker James. They both jumped up and tried to hide their blushes. Jessie cleared her throat. “Get to work, James! We don’t want to keep our guests waiting!”

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dw-writes · 4 years ago

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Sinful Saturday - On Command - Jesse Custer x Fem!Reader

WOOF OKAY!!! This took a LONG time to get out but here it is!!! (a little late, I’m sorry, i needed to make sure it was edited and what not but wanted to put it out this weekend). The prompts for this were originally taken from Kinktober, but since I couldn’t get this piece finished for that, I decided to put it here!!! I hope you guys enjoy!! Please let me know what you think!

Sinful Saturday posts WILL have warnings at the top of them, so that everyone knows what’s going on and what they will be getting into. I wanna use these days for exploring and practicing some things, so I don’t want anyone getting surprised when they read it. Thank you!!

Warnings: 18+ for: Drug Mention, Alcohol, Edge Play, Force Orgasm, Mind Control, Unprotected Sex

Fandom: Preacher on AMC

Pairing: Jesse Custer x Fem!Reader

“So,” you asked late one evening as you washed the dishes that Jesse brought you. He arched an eyebrow after his second time bringing you a stack of plates, each one filthier than the last – an expected sight after a Sunday evening barbeque at the church. You cleared your throat when he set it down and went to grab the last stack. “That power of yours,” you murmured.

“What about it?” he asked when you trailed off. He set the dishes at your elbow, then stepped around you. His hand trailed over the swell of your hips and his fingers pressed into the curve at the top of your ass. He picked up the drying towel.

Your cheeks warmed. It wasn’t the first of Jesse Custer’s lingering touches, and it wouldn’t be the last, especially not if you could get out the request on the tip of your tongue. You’d confessed it to Cassidy one night while the two of you drank, and he had insisted that you bring it up to the Preacher.

“Betcha some nice smack that he’d go for it,” said the vampire after taking a long swig from his coolant concoction. You choked on your mouthful of whiskey, coughing as it struggled to go down the right way. “If I’m right!” continued Cassidy as he leaned towards you, “You have to get me some.”

“No!” you protested.

“Spoil sport,” he grumbled.

Jesse nudged your shoulder and whispered your name. You hummed when you looked up. “Where’d ya go?” he gently asked. He’d lit a cigarette sometime during your daze, had even pulled an ash tray out of one of the cupboards.

You clucked your tongue and gently pulled it from his lips. He let you. He didn’t say anything when the tips of your fingers brushed his mouth. If you were a betting man like Cassidy, you’d wager everything you had that he had actually leaned in so they would. “Just thinking,” you finally said as you snuffed it out.

“Gotta be mighty important if it’s got you so occupied,” he mused. His chin lifted and he stared down his nose at you – not in a superior way, no, but in an inquiring way, in a way that made your face heat even more. “Or is it someone?” he teased.

You gasped out a laugh and focused on rinsing the dishes but didn’t say anything. It was stuck there, clinging to the tip of your tongue.

“It is, ain’t it?” he drawled, “Someone?” He shifted next to you, his hip pressing against yours as he took the next dish from you.

“Someone,” you managed to confess. You licked your lips. Sweat prickled over your brow and along your upper lip as the nerves rolled through you. “Yes,” you added while nodding.

“Who?” he asked.

And there it was. The Word. The Voice. It didn’t sound any different coming out of his mouth, nor did it ring any different when it entered your ears. But there it was. The Word. Genesis. The Gift from God. It didn’t open your mouth, but it lifted your eyes from the soap that covered your hands to his sweltering gaze and the smug little smirk that tugged up the corner of his lips. It was an answer to his question, and that seemed to satisfy the Word.

You dried your hands with the damp towel by your arm. Clearing your throat, you asked, “What all did Cassidy tell you?”

“Cass didn’t tell me a damn thing,” Jesse stated as he set the plate aside. His boots were loud as he shifted again and leaned on the sink, so close you could smell the afternoon sweat and dirt on him. He twirled a finger towards the room. “High ceilin’s, late nights, that desert silence,” he let out a slow sigh that almost tried your patience, “Not a great combination for keepin’ secrets, you know?”

“Bullshit,” you huffed.

His smirk grew into a sly grin and he shrugged. “I was up, getting’ a beer, heard the whole thing,” he confessed. Then, he sucked on his teeth, and that smolder returned to his eye. “Swearin’ in a church, now I think that’s a sin.”

You snorted. “Pot,” you said, flicking water at him, “Kettle.”

He laughed.

You handed him another plate.

He added it to the stack without drying it. “You know somethin’?” he asked. You hummed as you tried to focus on the dishes. They needed to be done, after all, or they’d start to stink come the morning. “Never took you for someone who liked to be told what to do,” he mused. The sweat formed a thick drop at your temple and rolled down your jaw. “Stop.”

(The fucking Word.)

Your hands froze. Your breath caught in your chest as another kind of heat bloomed in your face, the kind that melted down your throat and rolled like a summer heatwave right down to your thighs.

Jesse leaned his elbow on the counter and watched you. His eyes trailed from your lips, which you rolled together, to your chest that rose in deep and anxious breaths, and down to the subtle movement of your legs as you pressed them together.

He hadn’t done a damn thing to you, and yet you felt your underwear stick as they grew more and more wet the longer he stared and the longer he waited.

You knew it was coming when his eyebrow arched and the Word said, “Sit on the counter.”

You did, and you fidgeted with the button of your shorts, especially when Jesse splayed his fingers over your knees and pushed them apart. He moved slowly, mirroring the progress of his body between your legs with his hands along your thighs, until he pushed his fingers beneath the hem of your shorts and yanked you flush against him. Your fumbling hands fell from your half-undone zipper to brace against his stomach.

“Don’t think I said you could do that,” he whispered.

“You didn’t say that I couldn’t,” you replied just as softly. You watched his throat bob as he swallowed. You hesitantly turned your hands down, let them slip over the front of his jeans and down to the hard bulge of his cock.

Jesse grabbed a fist full of your shorts and stepped back, yanking them and the panties beneath them down to your knees in one jerk. You gasped and gripped the counter with a breathless, “Fuck!”

Once he pulled them over your shoes, he tossed them over his shoulder. He stepped back to you, gripped your thighs so tight that it hurt, pulled them high around his waist until you were tipping back. You reached for him, had your fingers combing through his hair when his mouth opened and the Word said, “Don’t touch me.”

Your hands slapped against the counter; elbows locked to keep you upright. You clenched your jaw. “That’s not fair,” you complained.

Jesse released one of your thighs. He hummed as he toyed with a button on your shirt, taking his time with popping it open, as well as the next, and the next, until the hem of your bra peeked through the gap, then the front clasp. He arched an eyebrow. “Don’t remember sayin’ this would be fair,” he murmured. He leaned forward to press a slow, opened mouth kiss against the swell of your breast, while his hand wandered back down. His fingers were warm. It felt good when he slid them over your clit, down through your folds, and back, smearing the liquid that had built up. He groaned against your skin, “Just look at you.” He leaned away from you, watching how easily his fingers pushed into you, how you pressed a foot against the counter to push your cunt into his hand.

You clawed at the counter. Jesse was certainly taking his time in pumping his fingers, rolling his thumb as slow as possible over your clit, all with a grin that slowly grew the more you squirmed in his palm. You shifted your weight, pressing your shoulders back against the cabinet, then made quick work of the rest of your buttons. You looped the sleeves around your hands. Pushing away from the cabinets, you slung the shirt around the back of his neck and tugged him to you, crushing his mouth against yours.

His fingers dug into your thigh, pulling it further up his side.

You rocked your hips into his hand, looking for more friction, more movement, more something that would break the tension building in your body.

He complied by pulling his fingers free from the taut muscles of your pussy and setting an almost intolerable pace against your clit. You couldn’t describe the noise that rumbled up your throat – something like a moan, and something primal – but whatever it was snapped Jesse from his surprise as he suddenly yanked the shirt from behind his neck and broke the sloppy kiss. You tried to follow him. The Word – fucking Genesis and fucking Jesse with his fucking command – stopped you a hairs width from his collar.

“Now,” Jesse panted as he tossed the shirt away, “That’s cheatin’.”

“I didn’t touch you,” you whined.

“You did,” he replied. He completed one more quick circle with your clit, then flicked his fingers up and away from it, stepping out of reach. “Touch yourself,” he said with all the power of God.

You pushed yourself back until you hit the cabinets. You fought the urge that tugged at your muscles – going so far as to grip the cabinet knob next to your head – as you slowly pushed two fingers into your mouth. You let your mouth drop open as you dragged them out, pushing you tongue between the two digits. A small droplet of saliva clung to the swell of your bottom lip when you pulled them free and dropped them to your clit.

Jesse watched every movement like a predator. He wasn’t nearly as slow or as teasing with his fingers as you had been – no, he sucked off the juice that coated his skin the moment he stopped talking, groaning at the taste of you in his mouth. He made a point to remove his collar as he did, tossing it gently on the counter – or was it the nearby table? – so that it wouldn’t get lost or damaged. His mouth made a pop when he pulled his fingers free.

(A sound that made you gasp a bit, made you bite your lip while you slowly traced the letters of his name against your clit.)

He tugged the shirt out from the top of his pants, unbuttoned it, shrugged it off. It landed somewhere with your clothes on the floor. Then he finally stepped closer. He hovered just beyond your knees as he undid his belt.

You swallowed, watching his fingers as intently as he watched yours – he watched the way you stroked your entrance, barely pushed your fingers inside, then trailed them up again between your lips and around your clit; you watched him drag his belt through the buckle, tug on it until the silver latch gave, then pull it clean out until it dangled by his fly. Fuck, you thought it would be burst open with how hard he was.

“Look at me,” he whispered, devoid of power and full of need. You hesitated; his fingers popped open the button of his jeans. His other hand slapped the cabinet next to your head. You jumped and your eyes snapped to his face. Your ears strained for the sound of him opening the zipper but couldn’t hear a thing beneath your own ragged breaths. “Good girl,” he rasped. His rough fingers covered yours, pushed your fingers into your pussy as far as you could reach. He dipped his head closer to yours. “It’s the quiet ones that surprise you, ain’t it?” he said into your ear. His lips brushed over your lobe. He guided your fingers in lazy thrusts that faintly squelched and groaned. You whined in response. “Like this. Never thought I’d get ya like this.” His tongue lapped at your pulse. He latched onto the spot with his mouth.

“Jesse!” you gasped. You twisted your hand around the knob. He sucked on your neck and grazed your skin with his teeth and moaned a faint response. You coaxed his fingers to a faster pace. Your face burned. “Jesse, you’re gonna leave a mark!”

He pulled away with a lewd pop. His thumb brushed the spot. “’s the point,” he replied. He braced his hand besides your head and watched your face. “Are you gettin’ close?” he asked. His eyebrow quirked up. “Feels like ya’re.” He bit his lip as he stretched his fingers further past your own. “Makin’ an awful mess, too,” he pointed out. You thumped your head against the cabinet. “Tell me,” said the voice that made the stars.

“Yes!” you exclaimed, then whimpered a gentle, “Fuck, I’m almost there.”

“Oh, are you?” His forehead knocked gently against yours. You squeezed your eyes shut. “Look at me,” he breathed. You did. His fingers wrapped around your hand and pulled it from your weeping cunt. You opened your mouth to protest, to shout and scream and call him a bastard, but he sealed your lips shut with his own and shoved his tongue past your teeth. He brought your wet hand to his hair, then gripped your hips and tugged you to him. His swollen cock slipped against your pussy.

You whined, a sound that was swallowed by Jesse’s savage kiss. You’d never realized how big he was – you had imagined his cock once, maybe twice, but you’d never given too much thought to the size. He was thick, spreading your soaked lips with every teasing rock of his hips. Your legs trembled at the thought of him inside you. You tangled your fingers in his hair.

When he spoke next, it was against your mouth, so close that you thought you could feel the power of the Word when he said, “Tell me you want this.”

“I want this,” you obediently said.

His hand wedged between your bodies. He rubbed the wet tip of his cock against your clit. “Say you want me to fuck you,” Genesis demanded. Jesse planted sloppy kisses over the column of your throat.

“I want you to fuck me,” you panted. You trailed your fingers down the back of his neck.

He lined himself up with your entrance. His head already stretched you and gave you an idea of what to expect. You whimpered out his name. He straightened, pulling his wandering mouth away from your chest with a smirk you hadn’t seen on his face before. “Beg for it,” he whispered. The Word whispered, “Beg for it.” Hell, the entire fucking universe whispered, “Beg for it.”

You sobbed, “Jesse please!” The tread of your shoe caught on his jeans as you tried to pull him closer to you, tugging them down over his ass. “Please, Jesse, fuck me!” Your voice cracked. “Please, I need it, I need you, I—” He gripped your thighs and snapped your hips against his, stuffing you full and stretching you wide. You dropped your head back with a echoing wail, “Fuck!”

Jesse balanced you on the counter’s edge. His belt jingled as it tapped the lower cabinets. He pushed your legs further apart and smoothed his palms over your inner thighs. “You kiss your mother with that dirty mouth of yours?” he teased.

You started to retort – because how dare he make such a comment – when he gave his first thrust, jolting you back with the force. You squealed. Pulling yourself closer, you looped your arms around his shoulders and pressed your face tight against them. It muffled your loud cries that cracked and pitched with every thrust of Jesse’s hips.

His teeth grazed the shell of your ear. His breath puffed hot in your hair, adding to the sweat that coated your neck. “You’re takin’ my cock so fuckin’ good,” he groaned. You whole body tensed at the lewd compliment, making your walls squeeze around him. It drew out a deep groan and a long, “Fuuuck!” He kissed your temple, your cheek, your jaw, and shrugged his shoulder to turn your head towards him for a messy, open mouthed kiss, one you eagerly returned. His hands left your thighs and flew to your knees, sliding under them until your legs were hooked in his elbows.

Your body shifted with the new position, ass slipping across the slick juice that cover the counter beneath it, and you slapped your hands on the counter to keep from tipping backwards into the cabinets. Jesse’s thrusts faltered for a moment when your mouth fell away from his. His eyes were wide, his face flushed. He slid his hands down to your hips to balance you. “Don’t stop?” you whined, “I’m fine!”

“Sure?” he asked. His hands gripped the counter edge instead.

You adjusted your weight a second time and rolled your body up, bucking your hips against his, completing the thrust he had paused. “Yes!” you moaned. He hissed and resumed his pace. “Just don’t let me fall off the counter,” you added between strangled whines.

He hiked a leg up over his shoulder and kissed your calf. “Never,” he promised. He bit the spot when you bucked your hips up again. Genesis crept up his throat as he said, “Come for me.”

And you obeyed; the tension in your body snapped like a dry twig. You slapped a hand over your mouth to muffle the startled mewl that tumbled out and felt how hot your face was.

Jesse was no better – his face was warm against your leg and the guttural groan that he buried in your calf was enough to make you wet all over again. His hips stuttered and his thrusts grew frantic. “God-fuckin’-dammit,” was his muffled cry. Then, shortly after, came the Voice, “Come for me.”

Tear sprung to your eyes as your second orgasm broke. Your whole body was on fire. Your skin tingled at his touch as he slid his hand over your hip and down your pelvis, his thumb finding your clit with ease. You sobbed into your palm. It had never felt so sensitive before!

Jesse’s other hand smacked the upper cabinets. The spread of your legs and the angle of your hips made you breathless. You patted around above your head, your pants and moans and faint hiccups no longer muffled, until you found his hand. He pinned yours beneath his, squeezed it tight. His hips slowed while his thumb moved faster, until you were clamping around him a third time. Then his pace lost a rhythm, and he pushed through your orgasm until he was coming himself, the head of his cock just barely past your entrance as his cum pumped into you.

Your legs trembled and went limp over his arms.

Jesse released a hard huff as he watched the cum drip down your pussy. You squeezed his hand. He only gave a distracted hum. You gave it another moment before you sat straighter, tilting your head to press a hesitant and chaste kiss to his lips. His free hand cupped your cheek. He brushed his nose along yours when you pulled away.

“Can you help me down?” you murmured.

You felt him smile. “Maybe,” he answered just as softly.

“Why maybe?” you asked.

“Dunno if I have the strength,” he replied. You grinned. He pulled your entwined hands to his mouth and pressed a kiss to each of your fingers. “Lemme get a clean washcloth, get you cleaned up,” he said when he was done.

“Then we can finish the dishes,” you added.

“Maybe.”

“Maybe?”

“You heard me.”

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let-me-love-you-loki · 4 years ago

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Too Late for R-n-R Part 3

Part 3

Mattie

I hated it. I absolutely hated it. My arm was in a cast, my leg was in a brace, I had to walk on crutches, and I wasn’t allowed anywhere near the ring. At all. Momma was adamant about that much at least.

There was nothing to do being stuck at all home day hardly able to do more than hobble from my room to the bathroom or living room. Plus, I was stuck at Papa’s house. I couldn’t even go across the patio to Dad’s. It sucked. So fucking hard.

“What’s got you looking so sour?” Papa said as he plopped down on the sofa, stretching out his leg. He was almost healed—he was already in physical therapy. I hated that too.

And I hated that I hated it. I wanted to cry because of it.

“I want to go back,” I whimpered, letting my head fall back against the cushions. “I hate it here.”

Papa groaned as he turned toward me. He looked sad. Kind of like he had that time when Dad left for a while. “You don’t mean that.”

My head pounded. I could feel my heartbeat beneath my cast. It made my stomach turn upside down. “I want to go back to Jacksonville. I don’t want to be here.”

“You’ll get back, Tea. I know you don’t think so now,” Papa said quietly. “It’s better to stay out and get healed up than go back to early and be out permanently.”

I tugged my blanket over my head and huffed. “You don’t understand.”

“Mattie…”

“No! Just… leave me the fuck alone, Papa.” I wished I could storm out, go back to my room and slam the door. The sound would have been satisfying.

“Mattea Kourtney Jackson!” Papa shot up to his feet, yanking the blanket away from me, his voice deep and dangerous. It hit my ears and my gut, making me feel like I was going to puke. “Don’t you ever let me hear you say that again.”

“I’m nineteen,” I spat back, wishing I could stand up to him. I hated feeling like a little girl. Whenever Papa and Dad were around at shows, everyone treated me like I was five. Most of them had known me since the day I was born. It was hard enough to be taken seriously without my parents breathing down my neck. “Kenny and Adam say it all the time. So do Chuck and Trent and Cassidy and Mox…”

“I don’t care what they say, Mattie. You were raised better than that!” Papa was practically shouting. “Grandma Buck would pop you in the mouth for that.”

My chest ached as my heart thundered behind my ribs. I could feel my pulse slamming against the inside of my cast. My stomach turned sideways, and for the first time in a long time, I wanted to wail for my mom. I just wanted her.

“Why do you care?” I asked suddenly, not sure where the words came from.

Papa’s face turned red. “Because you’re my daughter!”

“No, I’m not!” I shouted, absolutely loathing the words the moment they came out of my mouth. I watched Papa’s face crumple. He sank onto the couch like someone had kicked his legs out from under him. His eyes were big and brown, vulnerable and hurt. And they were already spilling over with tears. “Papa… I…”

His jaw clenched. He settled one hand over his heart, and for a moment I was terrified that he was having a heart attack or something. “Mattie…” Papa’s voice was smaller than I’d ever heard it. Sadder than it had ever been, even when Dad was gone and Mama had been in tears for a week. “How could you…”

For a moment, he was completely silent. His hands fell into his lap and he stared at them. Tears slid down his cheeks and into his beard. It was the first time I noticed that it was going a little grey.

Matt

I’d had the air knocked out of me plenty of times in my life. But nothing compared to the ringing sound of Mattie shouting those words at me. It was like gravity fell apart and everything was going topsy turvy. There was a dull ache in my chest, like someone had punched a hole straight through. My gut felt like it was trying to crawl up my throat.

“I cut your chord… I held you the day you were born… I watched you come into this world…”

I wondered if she even heard the words. They were so quiet I barely heard them myself. Instead I was lost in memories of the little girl with dark brown hair and bright blue eyes that had stolen my heart the moment she’d let out her first wail. Bringing her home, pacing the floors as Nick and I tried not to wake Y/N with her crying, driving around and around the block to get her to sleep when she had colic. Those petrified months when she started to crawl, when I was obsessed with making sure she didn’t run into anything. Her first tottering steps, watching Nick and Y/N chase her through the yard. Trying so hard to build her swing set and her bicycle and her princess castle. Teaching her to swim.

Walking through Disneyland with her on my shoulders. Getting buried up to my knees in sand on the beach in Hawaii while she giggled and ran off to catch starfish and sand dollars. Agonizing days and nights when we had to be away from home on loops. Setting her off on her first day of school with her Beauty and the Beast backpack and her light up glitter sneakers.

My throat threatened to close. I could feel the tears running down my face, but I couldn’t catch a breath. That ache in my chest grew until it felt like that was all I knew.

Tumbling with her in the ring in the backyard. Teaching her those first few precious things. Helping her with her homework. Watching her paint and sketch, looking for all the world like my wife made over. Christmases and birthdays and Easters and dragging her out of bed at six AM to make breakfast for Y/N on Mother’s Day. Sitting around our picnic style dining table and talking about wrestling, Oreo sleeping on her feet. Watching her sob and curl into a ball after everything that happened at her school. Seeing the temporary loss of Nick break her heart like it had ours. Then following along as she opened up and bloomed in her co-op, in the ring.

I’d watched every moment of her existence, and I didn’t think I could love someone as much as I loved her and her brothers and sister. Mattie was my oldest, my firstborn, regardless of what the DNA test said. I’d always promised Y/N that… promised Nick that.

There’d been a moment of terror when Y/N told me what Mattie had wanted for her eighteenth birthday—to know who her birth father was. My wife had taken me aside and told me, so I wouldn’t be blindsided when it happened. And God knew, I’d dreaded the moment that Mattie would look at me and see someone other than her Papa.

Now that the moment had come, I couldn’t bear it. The pain rocketed through me, radiating out from that excruciating cavern behind my ribs. This is what it feels like, I thought, staring dumbly at my hands, this is what it feels like to have a broken heart.

“Mattie…” I said her name, and it felt like knives stabbing me in the back. How could I have lost my little girl so completely?

A noise made me look up. Maybe it was the nineteen years of listening for her every breath and whine and cry that made me hear the whimper that she tried to hide behind her cast. She’d pulled herself to the edge of the sofa and was slowly scooting her way over to me. Her eyes—blue like my brother’s—were full of sadness and regret. Her lip trembled the way it always did when she was about to burst into tears.

I saw her for an instant as she had been at three. Dark curls and wide eyes, clutching an elephant in one hand and Nick’s ponytail with the other as we told her that he and I were going to Japan for a month. And that she couldn’t come with us. Her bottom lip had trembled, those sapphire eyes had turned glassy, and she’d cried so hard and so long that she made herself sick and we missed our flight.

“I’m sorry, Papa,” she said softly. The sound of her voice shattered my heart just then. It was the sound she’d made when she told us about the girls at school. About the bruises on her arms and the taunts the kids yelled at her in the halls.

My next words came out before I had a chance to think about them. “You’re the one who gave me that name.”

Mattie

My knee hurt so bad as I pulled myself down the sofa toward Papa. I’d never wanted to take words back as badly as I wanted to take back telling him I wasn’t his daughter. I hated myself for making him look so sad.

His words thumped me in the chest. They were wistful, a little bit sad with a tinge of nostalgic happiness.

“I did?”

Papa looked over at me, a smile spreading over his face. “You did. We were sitting on the sofa in Dad’s house. You were all wrapped up in one of his Clippers shirts—” He stopped and let out a laugh. “He was determined that you’d be like him. You didn’t have blankets as a baby. You had Nick’s old Clippers gear. But this one was your favorite.”

I knew exactly which one he meant. It was folded up in the bottom of my gear bag. The image was faded into almost nothing on the front and the fabric was worn thin in places.

“I had you right here,” he said, pantomiming holding something against his chest. “Dad was making you laugh and Mama came in. Before you were born, she decided what you’d grow up calling us.” He leaned in, a smile on his face that only showed up when he talked about Mama. “Nick and I didn’t like them, but you know how we are with your mom. I sat you up on my lap and Dad told you to pick which of us was Papa.”

He stopped, and I couldn’t help but drag myself further over the sofa to put my head against his shoulder. His chest hitched. “And you… you leaned against my chest. Just like that…” Papa reached up and put his hand on the side of my head. “I don’t care that I’m not your biological father, Mattie. You’re my daughter. I’ve loved you with every breath in my body since the second you came into the world. A piece of paper doesn’t change that. Not for me.

“Do you still… think of me like…”

I hugged him as tightly as I could. I wished harder than I’d ever wished in my life that I could take back everything I said to him.

“I didn’t think you…” I whispered against his shoulder. “Not knowing that Dad was…”

It shocked me when Papa started laughing. He wrapped his arm around me and grinned. “How can you not be my daughter? You’re as stubborn and sometimes stupid just like me.”

I hid my face against his shoulder just like I’d done my whole life. “You’re my Papa. And I’m your Tea.”

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bazwillendinflames · 4 years ago

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Gravity Falls/LIS2 AU

The last place Sean wants to spend his Summer is in a weird town in the middle of no where, Oregon, reconnecting with a Mother who hadn’t wanted to see them in years in her weird tourist trap. But Daniel is determined to go and his Dad gives Sean little choice but to babysit him.

But soon it becomes clear there is more to Beaver Creek than meets the eye and the strangeness of the town soon unlocks some family secrets and strange abilities. Maybe their Summer won’t be so boring after all.

AO3

“Lyla, I will die of boredom.”

“It can’t be that bad,” she replied, her voice a little tinny still. The bad reception was just one of many reasons that Sean was having an awful time. (In the week and a half since they had arrived, he’d already made a list.)

“Nope, it is exactly as bad as I’m saying.”

“I mean, come on, you’re Mom’s there. What’s that like that?”

Sean scowled. “Number one on reasons this place sucks. All she talks to us about is all this weird mystic stuff she likes. Her store is so weird, it’s all crystals and bad poetry.”

Lyla snorted. “Really?”

“Yep. Not to mention this is the whitest town ever.” He glanced out the window, where Karen was smoking, notebook in hand and ducked his head before she could spot him. “There are no cool people.”

“Come on, you have Danny.”

“I get enough babysitting at home thanks.” He glanced outside again, wondering exactly how long he could bitch on the phone for and call it a break. “Anyway, this place is just making Daniel weirder. He’s convinced this place is magic or something.”

“That’s sweet. Hey, we used to play witches when we were kids, remember?”

“Hey, you were the witch, I was a manly wizard.”

That time Lyla actually laughed. “Sure dude. I’ll believe it when I see it.”

“Anyway, we were into the Harry Potter books, you know before terf-face ruined them. Daniel is into the ancient runes and fake spell cards Mo- Karen sells.”

“That’s adorable.”

“Ugh, only you could find him adorable. That’s only because Daniel doesn’t kick you in your sleep-”

“Did Lyla call me adorable?”

Sean sighed as Daniel barged in. Not much had changed since home tehre at least, apart from the fact they now shared Karen’s attic room. (Bunk beds, making the being kicked in the shin at night thing even more annoying.)

“Hey, I’m kinda on the-”

Daniel yanked the phone and rolled on the bed. “Hiiiiii Lyla. Do you miss us?”

“Give me that back.”

He wiggled out of his grap. “Did you know Sean talks in his sleep, it’s so weird-”

“You would know about weird,” he grumbled, snatching his phone back, only to find the shitty signal had finally cut out on Lyla. “Dude.”

“Sorry.” Daniel grinned at him. “Hey, I’m helping Mom restock, can you help me reach the top shelves?”

He checked the time on his phone. He had almost managed a whole brother-free hour.

“Guess I should I get back to work.”

“Cool.” Daniel followed him downstairs, bouncing with energy. “Hey, Sean what does terf-face mean?”

Sean was stuck behind the register, although the store was still empty. He wasn’t sure why Karen insisted on such early opening hours when no one else showed up.

He rubbed his eyes, the early start not helped by the fact Daniel had been reading with a torch all night. He had picked up a weird book from the store or something. Of course he would pick up a late night reading habit once they were sharing a room.

“I brought you guys some toast.” Karen balanced the plate on the top of some unsold art books. (Her organization was as great as her parenting.)

“Thanks Mom!”

Sean poked at a black spot under a thick layer of peanut butter. “Yeah, thanks.”

“I gotta do some inventory but I’ll be back up for lunch.”

“Can we go to the cool diner? Chris says the milkshakes are great.”

Karen smiled. “Yeah. Does that sound good Sean?”

He grunted in response and her grin flickered.

“Right, work. You boys got this.”

“We’re not your boys,” Sean muttered, although she didn’t hear.

“Why are you so mean to Mom?” Daniel asked, his mouth full of toast. “She’s always nice.”

“Right, she’s been real nice the first nine years of your life.”

Daniel looked up at him with big eyes. “Sean…”

“Fine, I’ll try. Put those eyes away Bambi.”

He smiled. “So, I was thinking the strawberry milkshakes are Chris’ favourite but I like chocolate more so you could get one and we could share?”

“Huh, yeah, sure.” Sean had only been half listening, distracted by the newest customer. Waking up early suddenly had its appeal. The girl had matted purple hair, an arm full of tattoos and a guitar strapped to her back. She caught him looking and winked.

“Are you okay Sean? You just went really red and-”

“What? No. Shut up.” Sean moved into a more casual position, his eyes still fixed on the pretty girl. His elbow knocked the tip jar and it fell off the edge. “Shit-”

“Here.” Daniel put it back. “Woah…”

“Good catch Enano.”

“Yeah. Catch! I totally caught it.” Daniel smiled a little suspiciously. “Hey, you said a swear, you owe me a dollar.”

“A dollar? It’s only a quarter at home.”

“Now we’re away from Dad, you’re supposed to be a good influence.”

“You get a quarter.” Sean dropped the coin in his hand. “Be cool.”

“What?”

“Hey boys.” The purple-haired girl leaned against the other end of the counter, an easy smile on her face. Her voice had a faint Southern tang. “So, I come to this town every Summer and I don’t recognise either of you cuties.”

“I- we- um-”

His brother beat him to it. “I’m Daniel.”

Cursing his stammering, he finally managed to introduce himself. “I’m Sean.”

“Why hello. I’m Cassidy.”

“Hi. Um, cool guitar. You play?” (Internally, Sean cringed: You play? Why else would she have a guitar?)

“Yeah, funnily enough. I’m actually here to hand out flyers for my band’s show. Could you hang it up?”

“Yeah.” Sean took the flyer. “Your show is this Friday?”

“And every other Friday. You wanna come?”

“I’m invited?”

Cassidy laughed. “Yeah sure. It is a concert. You’re lucky you’re cute, City Boy.”

“City boy?”

“It’s on your sweatshirt idiot,” Daniel whispered. Seattle Track Meet, 2015. He was frowning in the general direction of Cassidy. “We’re busy Friday so-”

“No. Nope, I’m not busy. Ignore him.” Sean flattened his hair. “I’ll be there Friday.”

“I’ll look out for you City Boy. Nice to meet you.”

Sean waited until Cassidy had left before pumping his fist. “Yes! She called me cute Dan!”

“You’re the worst.”

“What?”

Daniel pouted. “You promised you’d take me camping in the woods Friday. I already brought us marshmallows and walkie-talkies.”

“Hey, there is plenty of time to camp in those freaky woods. But I only have one chance with a girl like Cassidy.”

“Wrong, you have zero chances with any girl.” Daniel stomped off to the corner of the store. “You’re the worst.”

“Dan- come on.” His brother went back to ignoring him. Sean crossed his arms. “Fine. Be like that!”

There was the only sound of a raspberry in response.

“Nope, I’m totally with Danny. That was a jerk move.”

“What? Lyla, you’re supposed to be my hype man- er woman. You’re always trying to set me up on dates.”

“Dude, three weeks ago you were so into Jenn.”

He sighed. “And Jenn was into Derek Anderson. We had ice cream and everything.”

“Dude, don’t fuck up your relationship with Danny over a dumb Summer romance.”

Sean buried his head in his pillow. “You sound like my Dad.”

“Go to this hippy girl’s show next time. You Danny will do the face.”

“The Bambi face?” Sean groaned. “I have been facing the Bambi face all week.”

Lyla scoffed. “Is there anything else to add?”

“Fine. I’ll go camping. But only for the s’mores.”

“Okay, brother of the year.”

“Thanks jerk.”

Lyla blew him an exaggerated kiss. “Aw, love you too.”

Sean grabbed his backpack, moving to shove in his hoodie and torch. Daniel had already shoved one of the walkie-talkies inside.

“Calling little wolf, we are back on for camping.”

There was nothing but static on the other end. Sean pocketed the walkie-talkie and headed downstairs, calling his brother’s name. There was no one in the kitchen and only Karen sitting in the living room, chewing on the edge of a pen.

“Hey, have you seen Daniel?”

Karen looked up. “Oh, I thought you already left? Daniel passed by twenty minutes ago with the sleeping bags.”

“That little-” Sean wasn’t panicking, but he was maybe sweating a little more than he had been before. “Um, right. I just forget a…” he scanned the room and grabbed Daniel’s weird book, “scary story. Classic camping right?”

“Oh. Have a nice time then.” Karen hesitated. “I know you’re not thrilled to be here. But I hope by the end of the Summer we can understand each other better.

“Me too.” Sean tried to look as un-guilty as possible. “See you tomorrow Karen.”

“Daniel!” He yelled, running head first into the spooky mass of woodlands beyond their store. “Dan, I’m sorry okay. Quit hiding!”

No answer. Sean went digging for the walkie-talkie, now glowing an eerie blue.

“Dan?”

The walkie-talkie crackled again- “Sean?”

“Dan.” He let out a shaky breath. “Hey, I’m sorry I ditched you-”

“Sean, help!”

He was clutching the walkie-talkie so hard his knuckles went white. “What’s wrong? I’m coming okay. What’s happening?”

“Creature- help- monster- ahh!”

Sean scanned the trees around him, suddenly aware he was lost too. Daniel had been the one eager to explore the woods but he had said it was too creepy and now it seemed he was being proven right.

“Sean- book- monster-”

He dug around to find the weird book Daniel had been carrying around all week. He had assumed it was from one of Karen’s displays but now he was looking at it, the journal seemed too real to go with the modern witchcraft bullshit she was trying to sell. The cover was dark blue and the pages thick with drawings and polaroids.

“Dan, I have the book, what do I need to look for? What is this thing?”

“Page- tree- monster-” Daniel was breathing heavily. “Hear?”

“I can hear you,” he said comfortingly, “I’m coming.”

He held the torch in his teeth, flicking through pages until he came across a few marked with Daniel’s doodles and writing. He seemed to be studying telekinetic powers, complete with a superhero sketch: SUPER /DUDE DAN/ WOLF? ask Sean for name ideas

He finally came across the page that looked like a bush drawn with yellow eyes.

Dangerous

camouflage shape shifters

Hard to photograph shush ma-

Likes dark

Under the original writing Daniel had added his own note: babies in woods.

“Hey,” Sean held up the walkie-talkie, “is it these moss creatures? What well?”

“Sean!” This time Daniel’s voice was clearer, his voice steadier.

“Dan. What happened? Please tell me you had a good reason to go into the woods alone without telling me or Karen.”

“Come on, that’s it? Can you yell at me when I’m not being chased?”

“Okay. I’m coming, where are you?”

“Where are you?”

“By some trees. There’s a sign for a lake?”

“Go to the lake, I’ll meet you there.” Daniel was cut off by some more static. “Hey, stop chewing that Mushroom!”

Sean followed the signs, hoping Daniel at least would know a way out. How did he know the woods so well already? Was Sean that much of a shitty brother he hadn’t noticed him running off into these haunted-ass woods?

The lake slowly came into the view but it was empty.

“Daniel? Dan?”

The lake was weirdly normal, just muddy water and a few droopy looking frogs. Still, Sean was still on edge, swinging the heavy torch from hand to hand. The faster they got home, the better.

His relative peace was interrupted by the rustling of tree branches and heavy footsteps. Daniel came barging through the trees, a small bundle of something wrapped in his checked shirt. Something was chasing him and fast- Sean barely had time to move out the way as Daniel crashed into him. Something big and fast ran past.

“Sean!” Daniel threw himself into his arms. “I’m sorry, don’t yell at me.”

“I’m not mad. But you did scare the shit out of me.”

“Sean-”

“Fine, you get a dollar, let’s just go-”

“No, look.”

Sean turned slowly, met with amber eyes and a large face of bark and weeds. The creature sniffed at him curiously.

“Um-”

Daniel hid behind him. “Any ideas?”

“You have the stupid haunted book!” The creature snorted, blowing hot air in his face. “Wait, the book said-” Sean slowly moved for his pocket, finding Dad’s lighter.

“Dan, on three, we run.”

“One-” he reached for a branch, “two-” he flicked the lighter on, “three!” Sean held the flaming branch up the creature’s face, dragging Daniel out the way as it squirmed. “What, the light should have scared it off.”

“Remember when you said you weren’t going to get mad?”

Sean turned to him, as Daniel revealed the squirming mass of moss in his arms.

“You stole it’s kid?”

“I always wanted a puppy! She’s called Mushroom-”

Seeing it’s child, the larger creature started inching slowly towards Daniel.

“Put it down! We can’t keep this weird monster-baby!”

“We bonded!” The larger creature nudged its nose towards the smaller one, poking his chest with a spikey horn. “Okay, I’ll give her back.”

Daniel held out his arms, placing the small creature on the floor. It wiggled a loose vine that could almost be a tail and followed its parents into the woods.

Sean punched him in the arm. “That’s for trying to adopt an actual monster.”

Daniel rubbed his arm. “Ouch.”

Sean pulled him into a hug. “And that’s for scaring the shit out of me. I’m glad you’re okay though.”

“Me too.” Daniel smiled. “Hey, now you owe me two dollars!”

After all the excitement, the brothers’ settled on camping in Karen’s yard.

“So, you found that spooky book in a tree and didn’t think to tell me?”

“You were being the worst!”

Sean laughed. “Okay, I deserve that. But, next time you find a weird monster thing, tell me. We’re in this together.”

“Okay promise.” Daniel threw another marshmallow at him. “Sorry I made you miss your concert. I guess Cassidy wasn’t that bad.”

“Hey, I saved your butt, that’s more important.” Sean took a bite out a s’more. “Hey, there isn’t anything else you’re not telling me right?”

“Actually,” Daniel held out his hand, a marshmallow hoovering a few inches above his palm. “Surprise?”

(A boring Summer suddenly looked so much more appealing.)

#Life is Strange 2 #Daniel Diaz #Sean Diaz #gravity falls #lis2

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debbiechanclub · 4 years ago

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Best Two Out of Three, Part 11

Before you all get into reading this part that I’ve been STRESSING over, I want to say from the deepest depths of my often cynical heart how much I appreciate each and every one of you. It blows my mind on the daily that there are so many people who seem to care about this fic. YOU ALL MEAN SO MUCH TO ME. This fic has given me something to focus on and look forward to during this strange time in the world.

And now that I’ve buttered you up... pleasepleaseplease don’t kill me or @what-does-mine-say or Alex. She’s just trying to do the right thing, dammit!

Best Two Out of Three

Part: 11/26

Pairing: Kenny Omega x OFC x Cash Wheeler and Adam Page x OFC

Warnings: ANGST

Word Count: 4.2k

Catch up on previous parts here.

Alex woke up just after 7 a.m. the next morning. She’d slept as best as she could, given all that was on her mind. And that meant she needed a strong cup of coffee, stat.

She opened the door to the guest room and padded quietly through the house into the kitchen. She was surprised to find Adam there. “Morning,” he greeted when he noticed her. “I wasn’t expecting to see you up for another hour at least.”

“I could say the same about you,” she returned. “You and Dax hit the bottle pretty hard last night.”

“Please, that was nothing and you know it,” he dismissed. “Besides, I figured I’d get up and make everyone breakfast. You know, since Callie did everything yesterday.”

He grinned at her. She playfully rolled her eyes as she motioned at the coffee pot. “Is that coffee fresh?”

He nodded. She grabbed a mug from a cabinet and poured herself a cup, just waiting for Adam to bring up Cash. It didn’t take long.

“So,” he said as he started cracking eggs into a large bowl. “You and Cash looked like you were getting pretty cozy last night.”

Alex’s face went instantly red. She took a sip of coffee to try to hide it—but there was absolutely no hiding it.

“You like him,” Adam grinned.

If possible, her face went even redder. “Don’t.”

“Why? You know he’s been asking me about you.”

“Because, Adam.” She stopped and let out a frustrated huff. “Why are you so obviously trying to set me up with Cash? Better yet—why are you so obviously against me and Kenny?”

Adam stopped what he was doing. He looked conflicted, like there was something weighing on his mind. But Alex couldn’t have predicted what he said next. “Because I think Cash would be better for you than Kenny, Alex.”

A weight dropped like a rock into the pit of her stomach. She was stunned. Kenny was Adam’s tag team partner—his friend. She couldn’t believe he would go behind his back like that. “What?”

Adam cracked another egg and tossed the shell into the trash. “Look,” he started. “Maybe I shouldn’t say this but… even if you and Kenny finally did decide to be together for real, I don’t know if he’d ever really make you happy.”

That confused her even further. “What? Why?”

“Because you’re such different people, Alex,” he said. “You like drinking and having a good time just as much as I do. You like actually watching baseball, and stupid comedy shows, and you know how to handle a gun, for fuck’s sake. Meanwhile, Kenny doesn’t drink, and I love the guy but, besides wrestling, I honestly don’t know what his interests are other than video games and Japan. You don’t play video games. You suck at video games.”

She sent him a flat look. “So you think Kenny can’t make me happy because he doesn’t drink and I suck at video games?”

“Come on, it’s more than that and you know it,” he breathed. “Let me ask you this: have you ever stopped to think if you and Kenny actually have a connection? Or is it just physical?”

Alex opened her mouth—but she didn’t have anything good to say. Now that he’d forced her to think about it, she honestly didn’t know if her connection with Kenny did go beyond the physical. Their conversations never went below the surface to anything of substance. In fact, whenever she’d tried to go deeper in the past, he’d always pushed her away; and then, inevitably, he’d try to reassure her with sex. Trent was right—Kenny had commitment issues. But maybe Adam had a point, too. Were she and Kenny just not right for each other?

“Look,” he said again, pulling her out of her thoughts. “I know I’ve put you in a shitty position, and I’m sorry for that. But I can tell that you and Cash do have a connection. And I think that’s worth giving a shot.”

He went back to cracking eggs. Alex frowned down into her coffee. She thought back to less than eight hours ago, to how she’d felt when Cash had held her in the hallway, like there wasn’t anyone else who mattered in the world. They did have a connection; she could feel it already. But, given the circumstances, she also couldn’t help but feel guilty about it.

“I’m gonna go get dressed,” she sighed, and she walked out of the kitchen before Adam could say a word. She went straight back to the guest room and fished her phone out of her bag. There weren’t any messages. She opened her texts with Kenny, her thumbs hovering over the digital keyboard. But she didn’t know what to say. There was too much and absolutely nothing to say all at once.

Someone knocked lightly on the half-open door. She turned and looked. Her heart fluttered. It was Cash.

“Morning, sweetheart.” He let himself in, pushing the door nearly closed behind him. She felt her pulse start to quicken—but then he gave her an amused smirk. “Did you sleep in an Orange Cassidy shirt?”

“Oh.” Alex flushed as she looked down at her shirt. “Yeah. What, are you jealous?”

“A little, yeah,” he admitted with a grin. “I’m gonna have to get you an FTR shirt to sleep in.”

She bit back a grin. Something about Cash made her feel like a schoolgirl with a crush. She hadn’t felt that way in a long time.

“Come here,” he said. She dropped her phone to the bed and met him halfway, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Mm,” he hummed as he hugged her. “How’d you sleep?”

“As well as I could, I guess,” she answered. “You?”

“Same. I had to talk myself out of coming in here more than once.”

She smiled against his shoulder. “Did you?”

He nodded. “Yeah.” He unwrapped his arms from around her but kept his hands on her hips, still holding her close. “Are you glad you came this weekend?”

She nodded. “Yeah, I am. It was… unexpected. I’ll just put it that way.” She ran her hands over his chest, worrying at her lip. It had been unexpected, alright. In a good way… but also in a not-so-good way. Just because she’d realized her feelings for Cash were more than just drunken attraction didn’t mean that her feelings for Kenny were gone. They weren’t—and she didn’t want to hurt him. She knew all too well what that felt like.

“Hey,” Cash gently said. She looked back up at him. His eyes were soft and sincere. “I know things are complicated right now. And I don’t want to complicate them further. But I wasn’t just sweet talking you last night, Alex. I meant everything I said. And if you meant what you said, too… then I’d like to take you out sometime, even if it’s just for coffee.”

There were the butterflies again. “Are you asking me on a date, Cash?”

He smiled. “Yeah. If that’s something you’d be interested in.”

Alex’s grin nearly split her face in two. “Of course I’d be interested,” she said. But her grin faltered. She couldn’t just accept a date with Cash. As he’d said, things were complicated.

“Why do I feel like there’s a ‘but’ coming?” he asked.

“But,” she said. “I need to talk to Kenny first. It wouldn’t be fair to him if I didn’t.”

Cash nodded. “I know. And honestly, the fact that you know that makes me like you even more.”

She smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck again, and he held her tight like he had in the hallway the night before. Alex knew there was a difficult conversation ahead of her, and probably a lot more guilt and anguish. But Adam was right: what she and Cash seemed to have was worth a shot.

She just wasn’t looking forward to having to tell that to Kenny.

* * * * * * * * * *

Alex arrived at the hotel in Jacksonville on Wednesday with a heavy heart and a stomach full of nerves. Her legs felt like Jell-O as she walked across the lobby toward the elevator, praying that she wouldn’t run into anyone on the way up to the room. She wasn’t ready to talk to anyone yet.

She hadn’t spoken to Cash since he and Dax had left Adam and Callie’s house on Sunday, and that was by design. She’d told him before he could even ask for it that she didn’t feel comfortable giving him her number until after she’d talked to Kenny; she just wouldn’t have felt right texting—and probably flirting with—him behind Kenny’s back. Cash had, of course, completely understood. Ironically, how sweet and sensitive he was being about the entire situation only made things harder for her.

As for Kenny… their communication had been sporadic over the last four days. He’d been busy. She wasn’t even sure what with; all the things he had on his plate were hard to keep straight. But honestly, his business had been a blessing in disguise. If they’d talked any more than they had, she didn’t doubt she would have given away that something was weighing on her.

But Cash and Kenny weren’t the only people on her mind. She still needed to talk to her best friend—and she couldn’t put off that conversation any longer.

She stepped off the elevator and made her way to the room number written on the key card sleeve the hotel clerk had given her. When she arrived, she slid the key card into the lock, opened the door, and gave a warning knock. “Are you naked?”

There was no answer at first. And then Chuck called, “No. Should I be?”

Alex laughed lightly to herself as she walked the rest of the way into the room. “Just checking. Can’t be too careful after you and James walked in on me.”

Chuck stood from his bed, clearly surprised to see her. “Hey. Are you staying here this week?”

She looked sheepishly at the floor. “I was hoping to, if that’s alright with you.”

He didn’t hesitate. “Yeah, of course,” he said. Alex let out a relieved breath. “I just figured you’d stay with Kenny again.”

She awkwardly cleared her throat. She really didn’t want to get into all that right now, so she just ignored the comment. “Well, you and I are about a week overdue for a certain conversation.”

For a second, Chuck looked like a deer in headlights. But then he shook his head. “We don’t have to talk about that, Alex.”

“No, we really do, Chuck,” she returned. “Trent and I might have hashed things out, but that doesn’t mean that what he said just disappeared.”

“I didn’t agree with anything he said.”

She pursed her lips. “Be honest.”

His eyebrows arched. “I am!”

“So you don’t think I took advantage of your feelings by flirting with you to get the attention I didn’t get from Kenny?”

“No! Not intentionally!”

Alex gaped at him. “So you do think that then.”

“No, I—” he cut himself off and let out a frustrated huff. “Okay, that sounded bad. But I promise you—it didn’t hurt me. Not like Trent implied. I’m not an idiot, Alex; I knew what you were doing. And honestly? If I could help keep you from crying over Kenny, then I really didn’t care if the flirting meant anything or not.”

He looked back at her, completely vulnerable and honest, and it absolutely gutted Alex. Was that really the truth? If it was, then Chuck was too good a person; she felt completely undeserving of his friendship. But there was a giant pink elephant staring at her from the corner of the room, and there was no way they could put this behind them if they didn’t address it. So Alex just came out and said it.

“When you told me you were in love with me in Vegas, did you mean it?”

Chuck hesitated. But then he ran a hand through his hair and said, “At the time, yeah. But I got over it. That’s why it pisses me off that Trent and James still bring it up. They don’t know what they’re talking about.”

Alex felt like she’d had the wind knocked out of her. She walked over to one of the beds and sunk down onto the comforter, stunned. Chuck was at her side in a second. “When?” she breathed.

His brow furrowed. “When?”

“When did you get over it?”

He combed his fingers through his hair again. “I don’t know… sometime in the fall? I mean, I knew you didn’t feel the same. And you got involved with Kenny not long after I said it, so… it was just easier to get over it.”

Alex couldn’t look at him. She felt awful. More awful than she had when Trent had called her out, more awful than she did about her feelings for Cash. That’s why Chuck had let her flirt with him—because he’d been in love with her. And she’d been too blind and selfish to see it.

She looked back at him. “Why don’t you hate me?”

He gave her a look like that were impossible for him. “Because I do love you. Platonically,” he emphasized with a grin. It made her smile, just a bit. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her against his side. “You and Trent and James are my best friends. And there’s not a lot that I care more about than that.” He paused. “I mean, there’s Walter’s happiness and health. And the Phillies. And the Sixers. And the—”

“I think I get it,” she smirked.

He smiled. “The point is… our friendship is like a cockroach. A nuclear blast wouldn’t kill that shit.”

Alex pinched the bridge of her nose, trying not to laugh. “You have a way with words, Chuck.”

“I know,” he seriously returned. “So can we please put all this behind us and go back to being best friends?”

She looked up at him. “We never weren’t best friends,” she said as she pulled him into a hug. She closed her eyes, happy to have at least sorted this out; but when she opened them again, she got a shock. Trent and James were peeking around the adjoining door between their rooms. Watching. “What the fuck?” she proclaimed.

“What?” Chuck let her go and turned around to look. “Seriously?” he asked when he saw them. “How long have you been there?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” James coolly returned. “We just got here.”

Alex pursed her lips. That was an obvious lie.

“So are you two good now?” Trent asked.

“Yeah,” Alex nodded with a smile. “As long as Chuck is okay then I am, too.”

He wrapped his arm around her again. “Of course I am,” he assured.

Trent stepped into the room. “Well then I think we know what this calls for.” He opened his arms and beckoned them over.

Alex arched a brow. “Seriously?”

“We’ve got to give the people what they want, Alex,” he returned.

She playfully rolled her eyes as she and Chuck stood up and walked over. James joined them, and they all gave each other a group hug, Alex squished in the middle.

There were a few seconds of silence. And then Alex said, muffled by James’s shoulder, “This is weird.”

The others all agreed as they stepped back from each other. “Yeah, let’s never do that again alone in our hotel room,” Trent said. But Alex smiled. Chuck was right. Their friendships were like cockroaches—and she wouldn’t have it any other way.

* * * * * * * * * *

A little while later, Alex walked down the hall toward the elevators. She felt like she was walking to her execution. Kenny had texted that he’d arrived at the hotel and can’t wait to see you. She’d wrestled with what to do before she sent a response—See you in a few—and went out the door. There was no point in delaying the inevitable.

She rode the elevator up one floor and made her way to Kenny’s room, hoping that the Bucks or anyone else wouldn’t be there, too. When she got to his door, she took a deep, steadying breath and knocked. It was only a few seconds before he answered. The sight of him broke Alex’s heart before he even said a word.

“Hey, baby,” he smiled. Her stomach fluttered. Why did he have to call her that? But then his brow furrowed. “Where’s your bag?”

She had to swallow a lump in her throat before she could answer. “I’m actually staying with Chuck this week.” She looked down at her hands, picking anxiously at her nails. She wasn’t at all surprised by what Kenny said next.

“Oh… okay. Is something wrong?”

She looked back up at him, her heart pounding in her chest. “Can I come in?”

He didn’t say anything at first. It was obvious now that something was wrong. But he nodded. “Yeah.” He stepped back and opened the door so she could walk inside. She moved past him and sat down on the bed; her legs were too shaky to stand. Kenny closed the door and came to sit facing her on the bed. He put a hand on her thigh. “Alex, what’s going on?”

Alex stared at the carpet in front of her. She’d thought a lot about how to start this conversation over the last four days, and she’d kept coming back to what Adam had said to her as they’d stood in his kitchen Sunday morning. “Have you ever thought about if we’re actually compatible?”

She looked over at him. He looked confused. “What? What’re you talking about?”

“You know what I’m talking about,” she breathed. “Have you honestly ever really thought about if we’re right for each other?”

He searched her eyes, completely taken aback. “What brought this on?”

“Please… don’t avoid the question.”

He let out a sigh. “Alex…” he reached out and gently cupped the back of her head, massaging his fingers through her hair. “I told you I want to do this right this time around. Don’t you think I would have thought about that?”

Alex closed her eyes. That was a non-answer, and she didn’t know what to make of it. “If you want to do it right this time then why doesn’t it feel any different than eight months ago?”

Kenny abruptly stopped massaging her head. “What?”

She looked back into his eyes. “I feel like we’ve barely talked in the last week. And I know it’s only been a week since we decided to try this again… but it already feels like more of the same, Kenny. You said you wanted talk to Trent after our fight, but you didn’t. It bothered me, but I understood; when we’re at work, business should come first. But the thing that really got to me was when you didn’t come back to the hotel room until after one in the morning after telling me that filming for BTE wouldn’t take that long. So were you actually filming that late, or were you just hanging out with Matt and Nick or whoever?”

He pulled his hand back. “Alex,” he started—but she wasn’t done.

“It made me feel like you didn’t care that I was sitting up waiting for you. Do you know how often I felt that way last year? Too often. I don’t want to go through that again.”

They fell into silence. They were sitting right next to each other, but it suddenly felt like there was an ocean in between them.

“It’s only been a week,” Kenny reiterated.

Alex shook her head. Part of her wanted to believe him, to hold onto hope that this week was just a fluke—but she couldn’t ignore what Trent had told her at ringside last week. Maybe Kenny just didn’t have room in his life for a relationship. “I know. But it didn’t feel any different than the last time, Kenny. That’s the point I’m trying to make.”

She looked back down at the carpet, a heavy quiet engulfing them again. But then, unexpectedly, Kenny reached out and took her hand in his.

“I’m sorry that I didn’t get back to the hotel until after one in the morning,” he said. “I hate that it made you feel like I didn’t care, but I understand why it did. And I get why you’re worried. I know I need to work on balancing my work and personal life. You’re not the first person to tell me that; it’s a problem I’ve always had. But I will work on it, Alex. I want to work on it for you.”

Alex closed her eyes again. A tear rolled down her cheek. This was the part she didn’t want to do. But she had to. “That’s not the only thing,” she said.

He rubbed his thumb back and forth over her hand. “What do you mean?” he asked.

She spit it out before she could stop herself. “There’s someone else.”

Kenny went still, but he didn’t let go of her hand. The seconds that passed before he spoke again felt like an eternity. “Who? Chuck?”

Alex almost laughed; she hadn’t expected him to think that. “No,” she shook her head as she wiped the lone tear away from her cheek. “No, it’s not Chuck.” She paused. And then she said, “It’s Cash.”

He pulled his hand away then. “Cash?” He looked confused. “You flirted with Cash once when you were drunk.”

Alex bit down on her jaw. She could have easily thrown out a comment about how Kenny’s jealousy over her drunken flirting with Cash was the only reason he’d even talked to her that night, but she bit her tongue. She didn’t want to get in a fight. She was just trying to do the right thing—and that meant being honest. “I went to a cookout at Adam and Callie’s on Saturday,” she explained. “The whole point of it was to try to get me and Callie to at least not hate each other… but Adam invited Cash and Dax, too. And I’m not going to lie to you… I realized that I like Cash when I’m sober, too.”

“Cut to the chase, Alex.”

She stopped. The look on Kenny’s face was entirely unreadable. Her mouth went dry. If he wanted her to cut to the chase, then she would. “He asked me on a date,” she said. “And I know it’s fucked up, but… I wanted to tell him yes, Kenny. I can’t just ignore that.”

Another tear fell and she wiped it away. Kenny ran a frustrated hand over his face. “So what did you tell him?”

Her voice came out small. “That I needed to talk to you.”

His eyebrows arched. “That you needed to talk to me? About what? To get my permission to go out with another guy?”

“No!” she returned. “I wanted to talk to you so that I wouldn’t be going behind your back! So that I wouldn’t be lying to you about how conflicted I’m feeling!”

“Well, you’re not the only one.”

Alex’s face fell. Hearing that was like a knife to the gut.

“Maybe we rushed into this,” he added.

She faltered. There was only one thing left to say. “I’m sorry.”

He shook his head. “Don’t.” He ran a hand through his hair, scratched the back of his head in frustration. Alex sat there, mute. She knew it wasn’t her place to say any more.

“I get what you were trying to do with talking to me,” Kenny eventually said. “And I actually do appreciate that you didn’t want to lie to me or go behind my back. But I know how I feel about you, Alex. And if you don’t know how you feel about me, then you need to figure it out. And if that means going on a date with Cash… then I guess you should.”

Alex’s heart dropped into her stomach. She wanted to grab his hand, hold him, do or say something to communicate that her feelings for him hadn’t just disappeared. But she had a feeling that anything she might do or say would only make things worse.

His gaze met hers. “I think we’ve both said everything we have to say right now.”

Tears fell from both of Alex’s eyes then. She didn’t bother to wipe them away as she stood and moved toward the door. She didn’t know what this meant. It didn’t feel final, but it didn’t feel like there was anywhere for them to go, either. All she did know was that, as she let herself out, she felt even more confused than she had when she’d arrived.

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Worth Fighting For (11/?)

WORTH FIGHTING FOR by capthamm

Killian “Hook” Jones is a dominate up and comer in the UFC while Emma “The Savior” Swan’s career was cut short. When Hook’s manager moves up and the office brings in UFC’s youngest legend to keep him in check, will either of them be able to handle it?

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As fast as her smile faded, Emma’s mask slips back on and she answers for him, “Mr. Jones was unaware of this development and will not be answering any further questions.

She turns away from the reporters, each of them arguing with her decision, but Killian knows better than to question her right now. He gives them all a wink to stay “in character” and turns to follow Emma– scratch that, chase after Emma. She’s practically at a dead sprint, and he’s trying to keep up with her while simultaneously calling them a car. It’s not until she’s out of the stadium that she finally stops, taking a deep breath of fresh air and pacing. He reaches out towards her, words of worry on his tongue when she turns towards him. He drops his hand to his side. “Not here. I will explain, but not here.” He nods, unsure of how else to help excluding pulling her into his arms which he’s not entirely sure would help the situation at all. Luckily the car arrives quickly and they’re on the road without further incident.

Emma doesn’t speak for the entire ride back to the hotel.

Or for the next forty-five minutes as they nurse seperate tumblers of rum at the dimly lit hotel bar.

Killian is desperately curious as to just who this Neal fellow is, but resists the urge to privately google him. Emma deserves to tell him why she reacted that way— who Neal is to her— if that’s what she wishes. He absent-mindedly watches the recap of the fights on SportsCenter as Emma practically chews a hole through her bottom lip pausing only to take a sip from her glass. He can’t help but stare, even visibly perplexed in horrible lighting Emma is the most radiant woman he’s ever seen. She catches him looking and meets his eye before he can shy away. Emma sighs, finishing the rest of her rum and signaling for another, before turning to Killian, “I suppose I should start at the beginning…”

He can tell she’s nervous and attempts to lighten the mood, “Aye, lass, that’s usually where all tales begin.” He winks and she cracks a small smile disrupted only by a larger sigh than the first.

“I was 18, just started training at the UFC gym on a scholarship for athletics I received in high school. It was technically supposed to go towards college but that wasn’t really my thing. It didn’t take very long for me to realize I was good… really good. Gold wanted me on Contender Series almost immediately and my career jump started before I could say ‘Ultimate Fighting’. Well, the higher ups weren’t the only ones who noticed.” Emma pauses. Killian wants to ask so many questions, but is nervous to break the very thin thread of trust they’re walking right now. He nods slightly so she knows he’s listening and she gives him a tight-lipped smile.

“He was older and already established in the league. He– he took me under his wing and showed me the ropes– media, fight nights, training, all that. Neal was my best friend…” She hesitates again and Killian uses every ounce of willpower not to grab her hand. “...and then he was more than that. We were always so careful but he had just won a huge fight and even got the Fight of the Night bonus. A little drunk– and not just on adrenaline– shit happens.” Emma hangs her head in her hands and Killian starts to put two and two together.

“Henry…” It comes out in a whisper, and entirely by accident. Emma’s eyes meet his and he expects anger but he just sees relief– he understands.

“Nothing gets past you.” She says it half joking and through the sting of rum, but he knows this is further in her story than she would usually dare to go. “Found out I was pregnant with his kid as his career was gaining momentum and that was that. I also found out he’d been betting on my fights based off what I told him in training and winning a shitload of money. So for whichever reason— maybe a combination of both— he left, blocked my number, and I was left with a positive pregnancy test and an empty apartment. It sucked, but it wasn’t long before I decided I was better without him. I left the sport and the minute I looked into Henry’s eyes, I knew I’d never be back in that ring.”

Killian has never wanted to knock someone out more. He can feel his fist clenching and tries to stop his jaw from tightening. Killian tries to tell himself that it’s not his place to be angry over something that happened to Emma– his heart doesn’t seem to care. “You didn’t deserve that, Swan.”

Emma nods. “I know that– now. I’ve come to terms with it.”

“Pardon my forwardness, love, but if your reaction back there is any indication I’d say that’s not true.” She goes to argue and he raises his hand to continue, “Not that I would blame you. I like a right crack at the bloke…”

Emma bursts out laughing, interrupting him. “Well, it appears you’re going to get your chance, Jones. And I am over it, just… wasn’t expecting the question– or you to be fighting him.”

Killian must give a questioning look because she sighs once more, “He’s been out of the league for awhile, working behind the scenes with his dad I’d imagine…”

“I’m sorry, love, his dad?”

“Gold.” The hair on the back of his neck stands up, realizing how deep Neal Cassidy’s blood runs in the league– clearly the reason he ran.

“Ah. Well, Swan, I promise to give him hell in that octagon.” Killian tries to make a joke but Emma is clearly still weighed down by something.

“Henry doesn’t know.”

There it is.

“He knows his dad is somehow connected to all this but he doesn’t know it’s Neal.”

“Why haven’t you told him?” Killian asks the question before he can second guess himself.

“I signed a NDA when Henry was born. Neal gave up his rights and I gave up child support and the right to tell Henry who his real father was. Once he turns 18, Henry can do whatever he wants, but I can’t— and don’t want to— tell him.”

“I would very much like to meet this Neal outside of the octagon.” She doesn’t need him to protect her, but he’ll gladly kick the arse of a man as despicable as that.

“You and me both.” She ends the conversation with that statement. Ordering one more round for the two of them and turning towards the TV. Killian doesn’t pry; grateful for her trust. They chat about nothing, but Killian doesn’t miss the slight touches of her hand or the way her smile finally reaches her eyes. He can’t be sure, but it’s almost as if sharing her story took some of the weight off her shoulders; her past easier to carry on four shoulders rather than two.

Killian is more than happy to share the burden.

. . .

Emma feels lighter, maybe even happier. She never intended on sharing her story with Killian but now that it’s out in the open she feels like the wall she was so certain would remain between the two of them has crumbled. She finds herself longing for small touches and even stealing small flirtatious glances. She’d have to be an idiot not to notice that Killian was sending them right back at her.

This is uncharted territory.

As they walk back to the hotel room, both slightly tipsy, the energy is reminiscent of the night they shared their first kiss– it scares her that she doesn’t seem to mind. When Killian unlocks the door, holding it open to follow her inside, the brush of his fingers on her back feel like lightning— a quick glance over her shoulder tells her he feels it too. Killian promptly excuses himself to the bathroom and Emma uses the brief moment to try and shake it out.

She’s not sure why she thought that would work.

Killian smiles as he leaves the bathroom, grabbing two bottles of water out of the fridge and handing one to her. If her fingers linger longer than they should have, but so do Killian’s. They sit awkwardly on the edge of the bed, and Emma reaches for the remote to fill the silence that is becoming uncomfortable in its safety.

She catches her breath when Killian speaks up. “For what it’s worth, Emma, I would nev–”

“I know.” It comes out without hesitation or thought. She meets his eyes briefly before inadvertently– yet not regrettably– glancing towards his lips.

She’s shocked to find she misses them.

That’s probably why she leans in a bit… she hopes that’s why he leans in too. Emma feels his fingers entangle in her hair. Their eyes meet and he pauses– it’s up to her.

It’s always been up to her.

Their lips meet and she’s internally kicking herself for waiting so long– and for their forced proximity turning them into a trope in a shitty romance novel.

Man, is he a good kisser.

They come up for air, Killian’s forehead never leaving hers and his thumb sending shockwaves through the nerves in her cheeks. She feels like she’s on fire in the best way imaginable– it's a new feeling, not one she even felt with Neal. It’s simultaneously exhilarating and terrifying. As he softly kisses her collar bone, she’s positive they could light all of Boston with the energy between them.

She leans in more, suddenly craving as much contact with him as possible. The want is foreign, but in no way uncomfortable. With Neal intimacy was a chore– something she did with as much enthusiasm as washing the dishes, but she’s only kissed Killian twice and ever since her mind has flooded with emotions she’d only seen in movies.

She doesn’t want this feeling to end.

Before she can stop it, Killian’s backing up and she feels the loss. As he rubs his hands over his face, Emma’s heart drops.

She’s made a horrible mistake. Emma assumed she was picking up signals that she’s usually pretty blind to– apparently nothing has changed. “Killian, I–”

“Don’t get me wrong, love. I really–”

“I know, you don’t feel the same way. I shouldn’t have–”

Killian grabs her by either side of her face, leveling with her, “Swan, I’ve been wanting to do that since the moment we met… and even more so since– since last time.”

“But…” Emma knows there’s a but.

“But… I need to know that this is what you want. That you aren’t getting swept up in some moment… I can’t–”

Oh. “Killian, I don’t– I’m not– I just know I feel… something.”

“Aye, love. As do I.” His eyes turn from worry to kindness and she feels herself catch back up with the intensity of her want.

“Can that be enough for now?” It isn’t fair–to either of them– but Emma needs an out. She knows, without one, this will crash and burn before they’ve even started.

“I am quite a patient man.” She isn’t sure if that’s an agreement to the murky terms she so haphazardly laid between them and shoots him a puzzled look. He chuckles softly, “Aye, love. I’ll gladly take whatever you give.” She smiles, finding comfort in moving at her own pace (which is as unknown to her as it is him). Emma leans in again, stealing a chaste kiss from him and he smiles.

They silently agree to move towards the back of the bed, and she settles in tucked beneath Killian’s arm. He mostly comments about the show on TV, some procedural re-run he must’ve seen before. Emma listens intently, each word lighting a new spark inside of her. She’s been told love and intimacy were electric, but until recently she thought it was just an over exaggeration at best– now she’s positive it’s real. Between conversations they make-out like teenagers, but in small moments she feels Killian’s thumb brush across her hip bone or his lips gently kiss her temple and she’s never felt so alive.

When morning comes, Emma finds herself in a similar position to the one she fell asleep in, Killian’s strong arms wrapped around her in a hug like none she’s ever felt before. She feels his breath move steadily against the back of her head and finds peace in his rhythmic nature. It’s probably that which allows her to slip back into sleep for another hour only waking when she feels Killian do so beside her. With a kiss to her shoulder, he promises coffee and gets up to retrieve it.

The bed is cold without him in it.

She can’t possibly be used to that already, can she? Before she has time to contemplate what that really means, she gets up to shower. Killian is back with coffee and donuts by the time she emerges from the bathroom. They’ve not said two words about last night, but Emma kisses him all the same as he hands her the hot cup. He seems surprised at first, most likely expecting her to backtrack on all they’d discussed the previous night, and Emma doesn’t blame him. That kiss is all it took for Killian to brighten up. The entire morning happy and chipper, even as they drive home and get stuck in traffic.

Emma likes having that effect on him.

Emma likes him.

As Killian pulls up to her apartment, Emma is so engaged in heated debate over hard shell vs. soft shell tacos that she doesn’t realize the time. This car ride goes much quicker than the one to the hotel, their conversation flowing easily– so much so she even forgets about Neal. They exit the car, “Killian it is impossible to eat tacos in a hard shell. They practically become nach–”

“MOOOOOOM!”

Emma freezes, the reality of her situation hitting her like a train going full speed.

Emma snaps out of it at the feeling of his head hitting her smack in the stomach. “Hi kid! I missed you!” Emma kisses the top of his head before he pulls back.

She can tell the moment he sees Killian.

“Oh my god. Mom?! That’s Hook!” She hears Killian chuckle and she can’t help the ping of happiness she feels in her gut.

“Aye, lad. In the flesh.” Killian mock bows for Henry and she’s not sure she’s ever seen a smile so wide– on either of them. “You must be Henry?”

She was wrong; that is the widest smile she’s ever seen out of her son. The fear she felt has completely dissipated as she watches Killian interact with Henry. They hit it off immediately, Henry asking at least one hundred questions about the UFC and Killian answering each fully and genuinely. Her stomach flips.

Emma’s so enamored with the scene in front of her that she almost forgets Mary Margaret had to have dropped him off. Emma practically jumps when she appears at her side. “Wow, he’s good with him.”

“Stop.”

Mary Margaret smiles, Emma’s shut down most likely a clear indicator of what’s happening between her and Killian. “Just saying.”

“Thanks for watching him. I owe you a million.”

Ms smiles brightly. “Anytime.” The hidden meaning is not lost on Emma, but she’s not about to humor any of her friend’s shenanigans – at least not yet. “Bye Henry... Hook.” The boys wave and Emma swears her heart doesn’t do another belly flop.

She never meant for Killian to meet Henry this soon, but she also never meant for Killian to happen at all. It’s weird how her life has a tendency to chew her up and spit her out in exactly the spot she needs to be. When she looks at the way he is with her son, and catches Killian’s slight glance towards her– smile bright and full– she’s startled to find she can’t imagine a scenario where this isn’t exactly where he’s meant to be, too.

#captain swan ff #captain swan #Emma swan #killian jones #cs modern au #worth fighting for #capthamm

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Euphoria (Angus Cloud x Original Character) (Part 2)

Summary: You and Angus meet at an audition for the show Euphoria. But how long will it take for them to become friends and maybe even lovers?

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: none, just lowkey shitty writing lol like I said, this is like my very first pieces of works that I put in the internet so bear with me on this one. I revised and edited it as much as I could, if there’s anything you wanna see changed or included, let me know lmfao

One month later…

"That'll be 10 bucks kid." I said to the teenager in front of me as I handed her the movie ticket.

"Thank you." The teenager said as she handed me the money and went about her way. I smiled back as I looked up towards the clock in front of me.

5 minutes until break…

"Hey Jason!" I sang as I turned around to face him with a sarcastic smile.

"Yeah?"

"Your turn now dude." I said as I patted his chest as I started walking towards the break room.

Finally. Some rest.

I groaned as I sat down as my feet started to regain some feeling after standing for 6 hours straight with no end. Working in a movie theater is some hard shit.

Twenty minutes into my break and scrolling through Instagram, my screen goes dark and the call screen pops up.

Unknown Caller ID…

I scrunched my confusion as to who would call me and held the phone up to my ear.

"Hello?"

"Hello is this Cassidy Holmes?"

"Yes. This is she." I responded as I put the phone on speaker.

What the hell?

"This is the representative from your audition for Euphor-"

"Oh shit!" I mumbled as I jumped and fumbled the phone between my fingers.

"Excuse me?"

"Oh nothing. Sorry."

"I'm calling to let you know that you have gotten the role for Kayla Williams in Euphoria."

"Oh my gosh, thank you so much!"

"Shooting starts in 6 weeks at 9 AM sharp. Congratulations."

9 AM. Sweet baby Jesus.

"Ok. Thank you again."

I hung up the phone and celebrated like a kid in a candy store. I don't think anyone knows the struggle of trying to land a role, especially right after college. Shit's hard. But, the fact of the matter is, and as of right now, there's no better way to celebrate than with your best friend. Tonight, we were gonna make like Snoop Dogg and Pharrell and drop it like it’s hot.

I left the break room and threw my uniform at Jason.

“Hey Jason, cover my shift?”

“Uh, why are you not in your uniform?”

“I got the role and I’m celebrating early. Please don’t tell Lindsey.”

You see, Lindsey is a pretty much a tyrant in the workplace. Some people get a little bit of power and their ego gets inflated. Everyday we deal with her attitude and have to walk on eggshells around her. If you catch her smiling, we just just hope whatever it is continues to do that, or else we feel her wrath.

“Oh shit! Congratulations. Now go before the She-Devil comes back.”

_______

"Destiny, girl!" I shouted as I threw my keys into the bowl next to me.

"What?" She shouted from upstairs.

"Get that ass down here, I have some news" I shouted back as I grabbed something from the fridge.

"You brought me down here for what? I’m in the middle of my skincare rou- wait, first of all, why are you not at work?" Destiny said as she entered the kitchen, sporting some pink rollers in her hair with a cheetah print robe and some fuzzy slippers.

"And what is this little get up?" I said once I noticed her ensemble. It made me laugh a little bit because this outfit matched who she was but didn’t at the same time. Then there was me who preferred to keep it simple with jeans and t-shirt.

"An outfit for a bad bitch like me that's what this is." She laughed. "You like?"

"Um, it's definitely you.”

"Whatever. What did you call me down here for anyways? I was in the middle of Netflix and a face mask." Des said as she leaned on the island.

"So I got a phone call today..."

“And? Cassidy if you’re gonna play with then I’m just gonna go back upstairs-” She said, beginning to make her way upstairs.

“I got the role I auditioned for..” I said, slightly raising my voice.

"Don't play with me." She said as she turned in surprise.

"I'm not playing. They called me earlier while I was on break."

"Oh my gosh…" She screamed while running up to me and hugging me tightly.

"I'm so proud of you."

"Thank you." I closed my eyes and started to tear up a bit. "Alright." I said while fanning my eyes.

"Bitch, we gotta celebrate!" Destiny started moving towards our stash of alcohol and grabbed some shot glasses.

"To my best friend Cassidy. The only person that puts up with me and my antics. Congratulations on landing this life changing role. May this bring you many blessings. It's only up from here." She raised her shot glass.

"Euphoria!" She shouted.

"Euphoria."

We took the shots and immediately started to choke from the burning in our throats.

"What the fuck is that and where'd you get it from?" I said holding my throat, hopefully to relieve my throat from the arson it’s going through right now.

"Girl I don't know, some foreign shit. I got it while I was on tour. It looked appealing." Des said as she tried to look at the name but failed because she couldn't understand it.

"I'm just gonna throw this out."

"Yeah, please."

"Oh hush up girl, you're a lightweight nonetheless." Des scowled.

"And? What about it?"

"Girl." she sucked her teeth.

"I'm going back to my Netflix session in my sanctuary. Congratulations to you bestfriend. I WOULD say let's party all night but you have work tomorrow and I'm kinda comfortable in my bed right now." she said walking back upstairs.

"Hold on, I wanna join you"

"Well hurry on up then."

I rushed to get the snacks and drinks from the fridge. For the rest of the night, Des and I watched Netflix to our heart's content and then knocked out. Today was a rather good day.

_______

2 weeks later…

2 days after the Euphoria crew called to tell me the news, they called again to tell me I have to come in today for chemistry and table reads.

We haven't even started shooting yet and this is already so stressful. Meanwhile, Destiny is gonna be at the studio all day working on her album.

They texted me where the reads were going to be held and ironically it’s the same place where I auditioned. Hopefully things run smoothly.

Once I get there, it takes me another 10 minutes to find a parking space that didn't have an unreasonable amount of distance from the entrance. I check in with the main desk to tell them I'm here for Euphoria. Then, I get led into this huge room with a large roundtable full of people. I'm guessing everyone whose also apart of the show.

Table read first it is.

"She's here."

It got silent and everyone at the table turned their eyes to me.

Oh shit. Oh shit.

I looked at them and they looked at me. To distract myself from the awkwardness, I went to go sit in the only seat available. Ironically enough, the seat open was next to the red headed dude from a while back. Huh. He must've gotten the role he auditioned for also.

I could feel his eyes on me as I sat down.

"Hi." I smiled, being polite.

"What’s up?" He nodded.

“I’m Cassidy.” I whispered as I stuck my hand out, waiting for him to shake it.

“Angus.”

I smiled again and sunk down into my seat. This is going to be a long day.

#fezco #fezco euphoria #euphoria #original character #hbo series #hbo

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