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bunnys-kisses · 4 days ago

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｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა a butcher au - max verstappen ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ

max could've been a lot of things. but he was very good at cutting meat. those curious blue eyes didn't flinch at the sight of guts and blood. he simply worked and he in turn lived a happy life. in a way it got certain frustrations out, that he was never a good driver. when he craved up meat for sale at the small shop he worked at, in the apron and heavy gloves, he liked that no one recognized him. the weight of expectations didn't fall to heavily, instead he got thanks yous and no one praying for his downfall. he did have favorite customers though. the old nonnas who came in who were very particular, but always left heavy handfuls of change in the glass tip jar. the love sick man trying to win of a new woman of the week with his attempt at fine dining. and you.

you had lived out in the small town near the italian and french border for a few months now. an aunt of yours had died almost a year ago and you get saddled with the small property she owned. you took it as a chance to go somewhere else, having lived in the bustling city in another part of the world. so, the small town life was nice. and every week you'd come in and see max. he was always happy to see you. he'd often say to you, "i think i have something better in the back." before he flashed you a smile and headed to find a better cut.

he liked you, there a fondness he carried for you. you were just very polite and sweet. your grasp on both italian and french was a little rusty, but max was helpful as he wrapped up your order and told you to have a nice day. over the months you became comfortably familiar.

while max was comfortable at a distance, he was surprised when he heard your voice from the front. he looked down at himself, elbow deep in an animal all morning... staining the front of the apron and the gloves he wore. there was even specs who knew what on his upper forearms. "shit." he sighed to himself. he knew that his job required getting a little dirty, but he didn't want the beautiful woman who came in every week to see him look like a serial killer. he quickly took off the apron and gloves (even attempting to pick the dried blood off his arms) before he went to see you. you were at the front with other groceries in hand. you were just in yesterday. he looked at you with a little confusion. and you simply smiled. you placed two sunflowers wrapped in last weeks newspaper on the counter near the cash register.

you couldn't look him in the eyes when you asked him, "i couldn't wait for you to make the first mood, max. but... would you like to have dinner with me?"

max picked up the flowers, they looked beautiful even in the somewhat bad lighting of the butcher shop. he looked to you, your smile had dropped and you looked nervous. while max was wrapped up in receiving flowers and your request, he realized he hadn't said anything. he put the flowers down and took you by the hands across the counter and said, "yes! of course!"

you ended up having dinner with max at your home a few nights later. you two had been texting over the course of those days. and while he found himself comfortable messaging you. being in your home felt nerve wracking, he hadn't been on a date since he left his home town after he turned eighteen. but, you looked beautiful in the kitchen. making sure that everything was perfect for dinner. occasionally his eyes would scan over your form as you worked in the kitchen. you seemed to natural there. the way you prepared the sausages in the pan (the ones he sold you days prior) made max feel more at ease. there was a joke there about you knowing how to prepare meats. while most of the time he simply ate vegetables when he got home, after being around cut up animals for hours on end made him want to eat a stalk of celery by the time he got home. but to see someone so beautiful work a kitchen marvelously and the end result being something so beautiful.

"i made these rolls earlier today." you said as you brought the bowl with some on there, "i'm not the best baker ever. i'm pretty sure i can't compete with the place a few doors down from you." you laughed as you turned back to around to grab the pot of stew that you finished.

max eyed you behind as you walked away and was already in love.

you returned with dinner in hand, oven mitts protecting your hands from the hot surface of the pot. it smelled good. it smelt like home. and it made max feel warm all over as if his body wasn't heated from the warm summer night. you smiled when you sat across from him then clinked your wine glass with his, "to the first date in a long time." and max took a sip, he got lost in your eyes for a moment. and there was little room for dessert when you pulled max into the bedroom. the bed frame creaked as he was almost pushed onto it. you stood in front of him and he wrapped his strong arms around you then kissed at your clothed middle.

the clothes came off and he saw you eye his chest for a moment. he almost wanted to recoil a little from the attention. he wasn't built like a statue. he was strong for years of lifting things around the shop and walking to and from home every morning. but before he could say anything or move, you ran your hands down his chest. feeling his soft skin under your palms then said, "holy shit, this is what's been hiding under those aprons you wear." he looked away for a moment felt heat in his cheeks before you pulled him by his chin into a heated kiss.

you got max onto your back and straddled his waist. you watched him swallow before you kissed him along the neck and collarbones. your rubbed yourself up against his abdomen and shuddered from the stimulation of your clit. max clutched onto the covers under him and you went in for another searing kiss. it was perfect, you were perfect. your movements were slow, feeling him up against you. it was teasing for both of you until you got yourself seated on his cock. which made him tense up and feel a flare of his across his body. your hands on his strong shoulders for leverage as you moved up and down. max shuddered and his swallowed hard, "shit. please." he said as you moved against him. you replied, "you feel so good. i'm surprised no one else has tried to pick you up in town." you giggled, the heat in your cheeks was heavy. he simply held onto your hips and started to work alongside you, letting the pleasure bubble up, "i get nonnas and their granddaughters visiting from overseas. usually they are too scared to talk to me. or i'm too scared to talk to them. they see the blood or the animal in the back and get scared." maybe it wasn't polite to talk about work while he was fucking you, but you didn't seem to complain. he found that you didn't flinch at how the sausages were made in the shop. he clutched further onto your soft hips. his hands were used daily for taking apart the meats that arrived. he was usually in the back carving like he was making a masterpiece. the anatomy of the beast burned into his head. but while he held you, his touch was full of tenderness.

he wasn't trying to carve himself into your skin, he wanted to make you feel good. he wanted to be good in your world, and as sweet moans left your lips he knew that he was doing just that. he looked up at you with those blue eyes, the pupils a little wider from the heat in his body. the euphoria that was a drum in his chest as he continued to meet your pace. he then added, "plus, now i have no reason to talk to them. not when i have you." you blushed a little bit, looking away for a moment as he did earlier before you leaned in and kissed him on the lips. your hands splayed across his chest as you worked along his cock. up and down as a fire burned in your belly.

you two kissed once more as you pace started to stagger. you felt the heat become fuel in your blood as you worked his cock. he felt like a dream, an utter euphoria that you couldn't put into words. you had been with others before. but in the low light of the home you now owned with a man you met by chance while living in this small town. there was a certain niceness to it. a comfort you longed for while stuck on packed buses or falling asleep during meetings on a year prior. in the warm heat of the summer, you felt good as you moved against him. so long tinder, so long bumble, you met the man of your dreams while he was covered in blood, whose hands worked diligently every day to deliver the finest cuts of meat. not only to you but to large portions of the town. maybe it was love right off the bat, regardless you felt a warmth in your chest for him.

you kissed once more as you both loss the rhythm, soon you finished with a moan against his lips and he followed soon after. he clutched onto your hips tightly as you continued to thrust on top of him. eventually the pleasure flooded your brain and you slowed down to a stop. the kiss was broken and you both panted heavily. max cupped your face for a moment ans said something you couldn't quite pick up, but you responded with, "right back at ya." between heavy pants. and max knew it was love.

you soon laid in bed with the butcher, curled up against him. both feeling the after shivers of climax. you felt comfortable in the crook of his shoulder and your face up against his softer chest. you could tell he was strong, but wasn't opposed to homemade cooking.

he lazily took your hand in his other one and kissed across the knuckle. he sighed against your fingers, rubbing them up against his cheek soon after, "if this is a ploy to get a discount

you looked at him and chuckled, "damn, my plan is ruined."

he chuckled, "i'll need a few more homemade meals before i can do that. don't want the little nonnas to think they can seduce me into better prices." then kissed your hands once more.

you sighed and pressed further into him, feeling a sense of comfort in his arms, "next time i'll bring more than flowers."

he simply laughed, but in the back of his mind he thought, don't bring me a ring. that's my job. and maybe it was a little bit too soon to jump to that next step. but, as he held you in his arms it felt like a perfect piece. he wouldn't mind giving you discounts, of course if you were married then it would be free. but as he kissed the top of your head and heard your breathing level out and eventually fall asleep, it felt nice. it felt like home.

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mariclerc · 4 months ago

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The second part of this double request is finally heree, thank you again for your requests, I'm going to try to set it well before Lily's second time in the paddock.

An unexpected role (pt.8) | cl16

Summary: you revealed your little secret to your date, you didn't expect he would take it so well. Warning: none, just fluff as usual. this one it's a little short.

the series: Part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7 , part 9

The sun comes through the windows of your shared apartment with Charles, it is a quite pleasant and calm day. Lily, is playing with building blocks on the living room rug, you watch her from the couch, a gentle smile on your face.

Charles enters, wiping his hands on a dishtowel in the kitchen. He looks at you with a warm smile.

“So there you two are, huh? How have my loves been?” he says with a smile from ear to ear. Lily squeals and tackles the building blocks, collapsing in a fit of giggles, Charles scoops her up, showering her with kisses. “You guys had fun today without me, huh?”

You laughed softly. “We had a blast today, love!”

Charles throws his head back and laughs, he sets Lily down, and she toddles over to you, burying her face in your lap.

“Mommy!” she muffled.

You hug her close, inhaling the sweet scent of her hair. You glance at Charles, and he smiled at you.

“Do you know something honey? I think it's time for you two to meet my mum.” He says in a whisper, you are somewhat shocked.

“Really? I mean, I...” you whispered a little bit shy and nervous.

“Is everything alright, amour? You seem nervous.” he says softly. (love)

“I am a little... I mean, I've met Arthur and Lorenzo, but your mom... it's so different, you know?”

Charles reaches out and takes your hand, his touch warm and reassuring. “I know, and I'm so sorry I waited this long. It's just... things have been a little crazy, and I wanted everything to be perfect.”

You sighed. “It's not that I think she won't like me... I just want to make a good impression, you know?”

Charles squeezes your hand gently.

“She'll love you baby, you're kind, funny, and you are an amazing mama to Lily! Those are all the qualities that matter to me, and I know they'll matter to her too... Besides, you and Lily have already won Arthur and Lorenzo over, haven't you?” He says while tickling Lily's tummy.

You can't help but smile. “They are easy to win thanks to the fact that they are Lily's babysitters.”

Charles throws his head back and laughs. “They really are. But seriously, you have nothing to worry about, just be yourself chérie! And hey, if all else fails, I'll just tell her about the time you saved me from that angry pigeon on the balcony.” (darling)

You swat him playfully on the arm. “Don't you dare! That was a traumatic experience for you.”

Lily looks up from your lap, her eyes wide with curiosity.

“Dada? Pigeon?” she giggled.

Charles scoops her up into his lap and starts making funny faces, distracting her. You watch them, a wave of warmth washing over you... Maybe you were overthinking things. After all, how could anyone resist you and this little bundle of joy?

“We'll be okay.” you say to yourself.

You lean in and kiss Charles' cheek. “Alright, Leclerc... Let's go meet your mama.”

Charles grins, his eyes sparkling. “Then let's do this, darling.”

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A week later, Charles pulls into the driveway of a charming Mediterranean villa, sunlight glinting off the white stucco walls. Lily bounces excitedly in her car seat.

“Here? Here?” says an excited Lily.

Charles smiled. “Yep, this is it Lily bug. Nonna's house.”

You take a deep breath, trying to calm your pre-meeting jitters.

“Okay, deep breaths... You got this.” you whisper softly.

Charles reaches over and squeezes your hand gently. “Exactly... Remember, they already love you sweetheart.”

You manage a weak smile, Charles unbuckles Lily from her seat and he takes your hand, leading you both towards his mother house.

When you enter the house you notice the aroma of simmering tomato sauce and fresh herbs from the kitchen. You see a woman, Pascale, bustling around the counter as Arthur and Lorenzo set the table, they all turn as Charles enters.

“Hey everyone! We're here!” says Charles excitedly.

Pascale beams and rushes over, wrapping Charles in a warm hug. “Charles! Finally! And you brought the girls!” She turns to you, her smile widening. “You must be y/n! Charles has told me so much about you.”

You smile at her nervously. “It's lovely to meet you, Pascale! Charles is a bit biased, though.” you giggled softly.

Pascale throws her head back and laughs, a warm, inviting sound. Lily, who's a little shy at first, warms up quickly to Arthur's teasing and soon they're all giggling together.

Pascale leads you to the table, a steaming plate of pasta already waiting.

“Ignore the mess, darling. We haven't had a proper family lunch in ages... So tell me all about yourself, y/n. Where are you from? What do you do?” she asks gently.

You relax a little under Pascale's genuine warmth, you find yourself laughing and chatting easily as you tell her about your work and life with Lily, the challenges you faced as a single mother and so on. The trio of brothers join the conversation, regaling you with some stories of Charles' childhood antics.

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Lunch is over, and plates are cleared. Lily sits on the floor with a pile of colorful blocks, happily building a tower with Lorenzo and Arthur.

Arthur sighs a little frustrated. “Hey Lily, you can't blow up the tower! It's going to fall and my job will be lost!” He says but Lily laughs tenderly.

Pascale smiles at the tender and adorable scene.

“She's such a delight, y/n. You're raising a wonderful little girl.” She says and you smile sweetly.

“Thank you so much, Pascale. That means a lot to me, she's my whole world.” you say softly while smiling.

Charles leans in and kisses your temple. “Our whole world.”

You blush and look up at him, then back at Pascale.

“Thank you for having us, Pascale. It was so lovely to finally meet you properly.” you say softly and shyly.

Pascale pulls you into a warm motherly hug.

“Nonsense, darling. You're family now, you and Lily can come here anytime you want and need, okay?”

You glance at Charles, a feeling of warmth and love radiating through you... Maybe it wasn't so bad after all. In fact, it was perfect.

After a while the afternoon began to fall and Lily began to feel sleepy.

“Dada” she stammered to Charles while she held his hands, it's her signal for him to pick her up when she's sleepy.

“Well, I think it's time to go fluffing the wing.” He said and I nodded.

Charles helps you gather Lily's belongings. Before heading to the door, you turned to say goodbye to Pascale.

“Thank you again Pascale, for having us today!” you say grateful.

She smiled. “It's nothing, I already said it before, you and Lily are more than welcome here whenever you like, this is your other house!” She said and you smiled lovingly at her.

Arthur and Lorenzo wave goodbye when you leave the house, Lily, nestled between you and Charles, is already drifting off to sleep when you are walking to the car.

“Charlie... That was better than I imagined!” you mentioned softly. “Thanks for bringing us today! We had a great time with your family.”

Charles reaches over and squeezes your hand.

“Of course. I was so happy you said yes to coming here. My mum loved you and Lily, you see? No need to worry anymore.”

You lean your head on his shoulder, a contented sigh escaping your lips.

“You were right baby.” you say.

He chuckled. “I"m always right petite amour.” he whispered softly. (little love)

As the car pulls away from Pascale's house, you can't help but smile a little, now you understand why Charles is so loving and devoted to you and Lily... And is not for less! Since hid family is super loving and affectionate, in addition to giving you a feeling of warmth that you had not felt in your life and in Lily's for a long time.

#formula one x reader #charles leclerc x reader #f1 x you #charles leclerc fluff #charles leclerc imagine #charles x reader #charles leclerc #charles x you #charles x mom #dad charles leclerc #dad!charles leclerc #mariclerc fics

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gweninred · 9 months ago

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OMFG HEAR ME OUT I've been thinking about this for a while now and I'm going insane.

Reader organizes a very romantic dinner (candlelight, ambient music and all that), making Melissa's favorite dish, getting her flowers..

. and THEN reader gets on Mel's lap and end up giving her lap dance and just makes Melissa feel good and fucking her silly till she's absolutely spent..

ok im gonna go hide now..

Taking care of

I love this request! I’m not comfortable writing smut, so I won’t be writing that part, I’m sorry. Just leave the last part to your imaginations 😭 I hope you like it anyway and thank you for requesting!

You placed the flowers you had bought for your favourite redhead in a vase. White tulips. You set them on the middle of the dining table, then starting to make dinner, gnocchi. Once again Melissa’s favourite. She had thought you how to made some of her famous Italian dishes. Following her family recipe you had saved in your notes app to make the dish. You noticed your girlfriend was quite stressed lately, ever since she had to teach two grades, she would come home extremely stressed and exhausted from her day at work. But the oh-so good girlfriend you are, will always be there for her to comfort her and help her relax.

By the time you had finished dinner you had placed it in the oven to keep it warm until the redhead will be coming home. You made sure to light up some scented candles, switch the big lights off and turn on some slow romantic music.

“Baby?” Melissa shouted after banging the front door close. You could hear her bag drop on the floor. “I’m upstairs!” Stroking your hands down your sides you looked at the dress through the mirror. A hum of approval came from the teacher as she peaked her head through the opening of the doorway. “Looks good on ya.” You smiled. “There you are, honey.” You wrapped her arms around her neck, pulling her close. Her arms found its way around your waist, kissing the side of your face. “I missed you.” She murmured against your neck.

“Come with me.” You pulled away to grab her hand, leading her downstairs. You made her sit down at the table.

“I called your mom to get the recipe. I know you’ve thought me how to make it but I kind of forgot.” You giggled, placing the redhead’s favourite dish in front of her.

“This is so thoughtful and sweet, honey.” Melissa grabbed your hand from across the table, she kissed your knuckles. “And you got me my favourite flowers.” Another kiss was placed on your hand.

“I hope it’s good, I don’t want you to break up with me for making the sauce wrong.” You joked, Melissa’s gaze softened.

“Of course not.” She was in a sweet mood, you cooking her favourite dish and getting her flowers clearly did something to her. “Well, I’m not sure nonna is going to let you marry me actually.”

“Oh, hush now, eat.” You popped open a bottle of red wine, pouring two glasses. “Barolo.” You took a sip, humming at the taste. You had bought the bottle of wine on your vacation in Italy, saving it for a special occasion to open the bottle. “And? Would Nonna approve?” Melissa chuckled, her mouth stuffed.

“I think she would, you nailed that.” Proud of yourself you take a bite, nodding in approval.

After dinner Melissa insisted to do the dishes, her filling the dishwasher while you cleaned the rest of the kitchen. “I made dessert for us too, but we can eat that later tonight, I’m full.” The redhead pinned you against the kitchen counter. “Me too.” Her voice was raspy, one hand resting on the side of your face her other hand leaning on the counter, keeping you trapped. Her hand moved in your hair, brushing it through her fingers. Your eyes lingered down to her lips. Closing the gap between you, the teacher kissing you. You caressed her curves.

“I missed the taste of your lips.” You murmured against her lips, kissing her again.

Then Melissa pulled away, to sit down again. “Hey! Get back here.” You whined. A chuckle was heard from your girlfriend. You followed the other woman, taking a seat on her lap. “I’m so lucky to have you, you’re so good to me, honey.” She placed her hands on your thighs kissing you. The kiss was heated and became sloppy.

“No, I’m so lucky to have you!” You pulled away to push your pointer finger against her chest, the redhead giggling. “Just let me make you feel good.” You whispered in her ear, then biting it slightly. Melissa had to drawn back a groan. You got up from her lap and went to stand behind her. Your hands placed on her shoulders, you glide your hands over her breast down to her waist. Melissa placed her hands over your guiding them over her body. Your head was next to hers, kissing her neck.

“You have no idea what you are doing to me.” She rasped out, leaning back into your touch. “What am I doing to you?” You walked around her, taking a seat on her lap again, Melissa’s hands immediately grasping your butt. “You are driving me wild.” She went to kiss you again.

“Have me just like this.”

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all-risejd · 1 year ago

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A New Judgment Chapter 12: A DDT and a Request (Poly Judgment Day)

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5. Part 6. Part 7. Part 8. Part 9. Part 10. Part 11.

The rest of the week leading up to Smackdown was much the same. Finn and Nessa building Legos for stress relief, the boys doing interviews online, training almost every day to take bumps and maybe eventually fight and Rhea calling when she can with the time difference, Nessa secretly staying up to never miss the calls.

Early Friday morning Nessa gets one of these. Thankfully she was in Dominiks kitchen cleaning, unable to sleep so she snuck out to grab a snack then clean. She answers the phone.

"Hey Dems, any news?' Nessa asks quietly leaning on the counter and she hears Rhea whimper on the other line.

"Oh no, I'm so sorry Demi, what do you need?" Nessa asks grabbing a bag of marshmallows out of Dominik's cupboard and popping one in her mouth.

"I just need to talk to you, the boys will try to fix things you will just let me feel," Rhea answers and sniffles again trying to not sob into the phone.

"Of course mamela, do you want to tell me how you feel or just tell me about your Nonna? Whatever you need babe" Nessa offers and sits on the ground eating another marshmallow.

"My Nonna would have loved you. She always encouraged me to follow my dreams and to unapologetically be me..." Rheas voice cracks.

"I would have loved to have met her Dems. You are amazing and kind and sweet and an inspiration to many. Your Nonna was an incredible woman to be such an inspiration to you." Nessa praises leaning her head against the counter. "Would you like me to tell the boys?" Nessa asks knowing this isn't an easy topic to talk about. Rhea is silent on the other end for a moment.

"No, I think I need to call and tell them. I just can't at the moment it's like admitting it makes it too real.. You already know how to read me so well... I don't have to actually say the words..." Rhea trails off and Nessa's heart breaks for the woman.

"Of course, anytime you need anything I'm here Dems. I know what that is like..." Nessa yawns.

"Oh Bunny I'm sorry for keeping you up it must be 3 am there" Rhea apologizes, sadness still thick in her voice.

"No Dem's it's fine, I told you I'd be here for you and I will be for as long as you need me..." Nessa tries to reassure Rhea.

"Ok, Bunny. Thank you for everything." Rhea softly thanks Nessa.

"I haven't done anything, Darling." Nessa shakes her head even though Rhea can't see it.

"Bunny you have done so much without even realizing it, you have been so good and I don't know how I could handle this without you," Rhea praises making Nessa blush.

"Look, when you get back and we are at your house I am cooking for you. I am going to show you how I learned how to grieve and we will see if it helps you yeah?" Nessa offers wanting to help not fix.

"Yeah, that sounds nice. I'm going to let you sleep I have to go, I'm getting on a plane so I can be at Smackdown tonight. Goodnight Bunny, see you soon." Rhea says goodbye and Nessa does as well and they hang up.

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Flying out the morning of Smackdown Nessa clearly tired, the atmosphere sad in the car as they drive to the venue. Rhea had called and told the boys the news. They get there 30 minutes before filming starts, The cameras already filming their first promo which is just them entering, Damien escorting Nessa with her holding his elbow as she did in previous shows since he is rolling in both their bags, security opening the doors for them. Dominik and Finn trailing close behind. Damien pauses and leans down to talk to Nessa his face close to hers, cameras catching every moment. Dom and Finn are behind the cameras, letting this Promo be shot.

"Mamita it has been such a pleasure getting to know you better." Nessa twirls her hair and giggles,

"It really has been great, especially the other night" Nessa strokes her finger up and down Damiens's chest, looking up at him even though he is leaning down to be closer to her.

"Well Hermosa, we can have a repeat tonight if you want" His voice deepens and Nessa wraps her arms around his neck and plays with his hair,

"I would like that very much" She answers and he wraps his arms around her waist. The cameraman raises his hand to signal the end of filming and Nessa breaks the embrace resuming the previous position where she grabs his elbow and they all walk to their assigned locker room. Nessa leaning more on Damien than before.

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Once in the locker room, Nessa takes a seat on Damien's lap on the bench, this being a less cozy room than previous shows. She feels that he is still apprehensive about touching her since the signing but not all the time and she is so confused.

"Luis, have I done something wrong?" She asks her voice sounding soft and little. Damien glances down to Nessa and sighs wrapping his arms around her waist.

"Of course not Mariposa. I'm just trying to learn when certain touches are ok with you I can tell when you are starting to get uncomfortable like now... and you are forcing it. Don't force something that doesn't feel ok." Damien rests his chin on her shoulder and she leans into the embrace.

"Im just trying to work through touch aversion. You are safe, I know that. Finn is safe, I know that too. It's just sometimes it gets scrambled and I don't know how to stop it. I don't want you to feel like you messed up so I try to power through it." She bites her lip and Damien sighs again,

"Nessa, you powering through it makes it seem worse. Remember to communicate I need to know what is and isn't ok this isn't just about me." He tells her seriously and she deflates.

"I'm sorry, I just want to prove you didn't, and don't go too far because you assume you do. Just trust that I'll tell you when you do ok?" Nessa asks tapping her fingers on Damiens's arms.

"Ok, ill work on that and you promise to communicate when the touch is too much. Are you ok with this?" Damien asks and Nessa closes her eyes and nods her head. His hand travels up and grabs her chin turning her head to look at him.

"Words Nessa, I need words." Damien orders.

"Yes, I am ok with this. I promise I will tell you when it is too much" Nessa promises and Damien smiles in relief and tightens his arms around her, Dominik glancing over and smiling at them while Finn is stretching preparing for his match. Nessa pats Damiens's hands and he releases her and she gets off his lap and stretches. Damien reaches out and tickles her exposed stomach, her shirt riding up as she stretched. Nessa giggles and jumps back.

"I'm going to change and since there is no privacy in here I'm going into the bathroom." Nessa grabs her bag and enters the bathroom quickly changing and doing her makeup, going with a purple lipstick to better match the colors of the Judgment day. She walks out of the bathroom to see Rhea standing there already in her makeup and just needing to change her clothes. Nessa runs over and wraps her arms around Rhea's waist. Nessa doesn't say anything, just squeezes tighter as Rhea wraps her arms around Nessa's shoulders, the boys joining the hug and squashing Nessa between them.

"Help me" She squeeks almost unable to breathe making Rhea laugh and the boys break the embrace.

"I'm gonna change and get ready we have a promo in a bit" Rhea announces, just grabbing her clothes and starting to change in front of everyone.

"Woah, Woah, Woah..." Damien holds out his hands to stop her.

"Is Nessa ok with this? Have you asked her if she is comfortable with this she just went in the bathroom to change" He starts to fret glancing between Nessa and Rhea. Nessa shrugs and plops down on the bench.

"I have no issue with her changing in front of me, that is her choice if she is comfortable. We talked about it when we shared our hotel room this week." Nessa crosses her arms and smiles as Rhea finishes getting in her ring gear.

"You look good Mami" Nessa calls out and Rhea blushes doing a little turn just for Nessa's amusement, grateful she is trying to act normal and not treat her with kid gloves like the rest of the locker room and her partners. Rhea was annoyed at being stopped every 5 seconds by people apologizing for her loss but she is thankful they care for her.

Rhea holds out her hand for Nessa to grab and pulls her into another hug and places a quick kiss on her lips muttering thanks before breaking the hug and grabbing her title belt and Dom's hand. Nessa grabs Damiens's elbow and follows them out to go meet Kayla at Gorilla for their Interview. They all smirk as Kayla introduces them. Damien throwing his arm over Nessa's shoulders and pulls her close to him to the point where she braces her hand on his chest.

"Now, Damien, Dom last week you picked up a victory over Rey Mysterio and Santos Escobar... Despite Zelina Kind of embarrassing you, Nessa and Rhea..." Kayla starts and Rhea leans over and interrupts Kayla who puts the microphone in front of Rhea's face to capture what she is saying,

"Excuse me, Kayla! Embarrassed are you kidding me right now? She attacked our Nessa really!" Rhea rants and Kayla tries to say something but Dominik interrupts her as well.

"Kayla, just stop ok...You don't wanna make Mami mad. She is a little protective of our Nessa" Dom smirks and winks at Nessa. Damien speaks up, Kayla putting the Mic towards him careful not to bonk Nessa in the head.

"Kayla look, here's the deal. Santos Escobar, we all know he can go. What he can't do is pick friends. Rey Mysterio, The LWO, They shouldn't be getting involved in our business" He waves around the hand he isn't holding her with and Nessa bites her lower lip enjoying his accent that comes through when pronouncing their names and stares up at him as he continues talking, "And I know you are going to ask me about Bad Bunny, but I'm going to address that in the ring." He says and The Judgement Day's entrance music starts and he turns towards the curtain, Nessa still under his arm. Rhea and Dom following close behind after glaring down Kayla. Nessa steps out from under his arm once on the top of the ramp and stands between Rhea and Damien, her thumbs through her belt loop as the pyro goes off and they make their way down the ramp their names being announced and Damien doing his normal entrance moves. They reach the bottom of the ramp and he bumps forearms with Rhea before holding out his arm for Nessa again and strutting around the ring to the backside, Damien holds Nessa's hand as she climbs the steps before he joins her on the apron. This time stepping on the bottom rope and pulling up the middle rope to make it easier for her to get in since she struggled the last few times. This elicits cheers from the crowd. Once all four of them are in the ring the other three do their signature poses where Nessa does the belt loop thing similar to when Dom crosses his arms in front of himself before pyro. Damien goes to grab a mic and starts pacing around the ring, raising the mic to his lips, Nessa stepping back with Dominik and Rhea.

"Backlash is in San Juan Puerto Rico" Damien almost growls into the mic making Nessa shiver and smirk at Damien as he continues, " And the host, my friend Bad Bunny " Damien steps forward and grabs the top rope for a moment. "Now Bunny you wanna attend the show, sit in the front row again thats fine, have a great time. But if you put your hands on my family again" Rhea pats Doms shoulder and Nessa nods her head approvingly at Damiens Message as he continues "I mean we all know what can happen" Damien gestures to the Titantron. They all turn to watch the replay. Nessa and Dom clap watching Bunny go back through the table Rhea smiles in glee at what she saw and laughing doing a little jump in the ring as Damien lifts the mic to his lips again.

"I know that was bad" Nessa wipes away fake tears, "But I need you all to watch that again, can you play it in slow motion please" Damien asks gesturing to the Titantron again. Rhea laughs hard telling Damien, "that was amazing" And Nessa nods in agreement and claps again thanking Damien for defend Dom and her since Bunny wanted to mention her to goad Dom.

The LWO's entrance music comes on and Zelina comes out, Damien unzips his trenchcoat and takes it off, Rhea steps out of the ring onto the apron as Zelina waves a chancla and Rhea jumps down, Nessa leans on the ropes facing them. She jumps as Damien and Dominik fall to her feet having been attacked by other members of the LWO who after the one hit slid back out of the ring celebrating getting the jump on them. Damien whips around and glares them down, Dom doing the same as Rhea slides back into the ring to check on Nessa before also glaring.

Damien holds open the ropes where Nessa stands for her to get out, Dom does the same for Rhea and the three of them get out of the ring so the match can start between Damien and Santos.

Nessa claps and jumps up and down as Damien punches Santos after he tried to jump on Damien from the apron, Rhea calling out "You look like an idiot Santos." Before Damien throws Santos back in the ring and gets back in there as well. Damien gets a pin on Santos who kicks out at 2 and Rhea yells at the ref to learn how to count and Nessa yells out her agreement Dominik smiles like an idiot at the both of them. Nessa winces as Santos turns the match around and drop-kicks Damien.

"Come on Damien," Nessa yells out smacking the apron frustrated. Glad when Damien kicks out. Nessa cheers as Damien powers out of the corner and superkicks Santos out of the ring.

"That's right babe, Show him who is boss!"

Damien smiles at the encouragement and gets out of the ring and runs about delivering another hit to Santos that knocks him down and dazes him. Once back in the ring, Damien gets another pin on Santos who kicks out again causing Nessa and Damien to growl in frustration. Dominik whispers something in Rhea's ear that makes her laugh. Dominik stands on the steps raising his arms and Rhea and Nessa cheer as Damien stomps down on Santos maintaining control of the match and pulls Santos onto the lower rope from the apron. Santos gains control and lands a hurricanrana leaving Damien seemingly out in the middle of the ring.

"Damien" Nessa Calls out jumping on the apron only for Rhea to pull her off.

"Don't get ejected Bunny" Rhea whispers in Nessa's ear who relaxes in the hold so Rhea lets go. All three of them looking worried. Santos goes for the pin and Nessa sighs out in relief when Damien kicks out, Rhea on her knees looking relieved. Rhea gets up and the three of them bang on the apron trying to boost Damien and will him to regain control. Santos and Damien begin exchanging blows, Santos getting control, and ending in another pin which Damien kicks out of.

Santos picks up Damien who holds the top rope, Rhea pats Nessa's shoulder telling her it's time. Nessa and Dominik head over to that side of the ring while Rhea jumps up on the apron distracting the ref, Nessa and Dominik get on the apron, Nessa scratching Santos's thigh while Dominik hits his back causing Santos to Drop Damien and stumble into the ring gripping at both areas that were attacked. Nessa and Dominik dropping back off the apron, Nessa putting on her best innocent face as Damien hits the clothesline. Nessa gets pulled behind Dominik as the other two men from the LWO run toward them and start attacking Dominik. Nessa runs to Rhea to get to relative safety, eyeing where Zelina is. Rhea and Nessa look on concerned, thankful Damien hops out of the ring to save Dominik. Nessa throws up her arms as Santos dives out the ring shoving Damien onto the announce table and goes to grip her back which is still a little sore from her mishap.

Santos throws Damien back in the ring. Santos goes to the corner and Rhea grabs his ankle to stop whatever move he was going to do. Nessa backs up as Zelina slinks over knowing she isn't supposed to be physical this match. Rhea is prepared for this and turns int to it getting flung headfirst into the barricade. Nessa runs to check on Rhea seeing that Dominik is already back to his feet. Rhea is still on the ground gripping her head. Nessa grabs her face and looks into her eyes checking her pupils seeing they are the correct size and reactive. Once satisfied there is not a major head injury she kneels next to Rhea as Damien's entrance music plays signaling his win. Damien isn't finished punishing Santos yet, he throws Santos out of the ring and then Jumps out himself and goes over to the announce table. He rips everything off the table and gets ready to put Santos through the table as he did Bad Bunny but stops when Rey Mysterios music comes on.

Nessa and Dom turn to look at the Entrance ramp, Dom on one side of the ring and Nessa still kneeling next to Rhea who is clutching her head. Rhea powers through it to move in front of Nessa as Rey jumps over the barricade and attacks Damien and Dominik slides into the ring. Rey sets his sights on Dominik and gets in the ring. Nessa tries to move from behind Rhea only for Rhea to stop her until Rey throws the first punch, Dom fighting back, eventually Rey setting up the 619. Rhea and Nessa run around the ring to where Damien pulled Dom down out of the way and out of the ring, Nessa standing in front of them squaring her shoulders as the LWO start rolling into the ring, Rhea grabs her arm and switches places, putting Nessa under Damiens arm and then clutching her head as they back up the ramp, Damiens other arm over Doms shoulders. The two groups taunt each other Nessa holds up her hand to her hip taunting how short Zelina is even compared to her. Zelina sees and points to her,

"I'm coming for you again!" And Nessa Rolls her eyes and fakes scared again before waving off the threat as they disappear behind the curtain. Thankful they don't have to do anymore camera work they sigh in relief and Rhea stops clutching her head.

"Zelina is going to make me pay for that short joke next time we train together" Nessa groans leaning more into Damien and Rhea laughs.

"Hey Bunny if she goes too far let me know I'll take care of it" Rhea grabs Nessa's hand and they walk back to their locker room getting curious glances from a few people along the way. Nessa sees AJ sneer and she sneers back. Damien glances over and pulls Nessa closer.

"Ignore him Mariposa, he has a problem with anyone openly not straight." Damien whispers in her ear not knowing how angry that would make Nessa. Nessa spins out from under Damiens arm and Dominik is quick to grab her having heard what Damien said to her.

"Reinita it's not worth it, he's not worth it." Dominik struggles as she flails trying to kick out of his grip on her. Damien sighs and takes her from Dominik and throws her over his shoulder. She deflates knowing she isn't getting out of that and points to her eyes then towards AJ who just scoffs and rolls his eyes turning away from them. Nessa rests her elbows on Damiens's back and her chin on her hands just bouncing about as they walk back some other wrestlers laughing at the scene others waving at Nessa. Asuka waves joyfully at her, Nessa waves back and holds her hands in a praying position making Asuka laugh and shake her head, and Nessa pouts. Once they are in the locker room Damien puts her down and she huffs.

"I know Mamita but we can't go attacking people with different views from ours" Damien rolls his eyes.

"The difference of views is one thing but when he treats others differently and would celebrate and fight for the loss of our rights is another." Nessa grumbles adding on "may someone name a child after him and soon" She switches to yiddish she is so angry, "Lign in drerd un bakn beygl!"

"Uh what is that Mariposa?" Damien asks a little apprehensive seeing her so angry and pacing about the room.

"Basically wishing he would drop dead and burn in hell. The literal translation is may you lay in the ground and bake bagels" Dominik shrugs and laughs knowing she will burn through it soon enough. Nessa stops pacing about the room when there is a sharp knock on the door. Damien opens it and Zelina pushes in and heads straight to Nessa Rhea jumping in between them.

"It's ok Rhea, I got this" Nessa gently puts her hand on Rhea's arm and pushes so Rhea gets out of the way.

"Sorry, Thea got carried away out there. I know it is a sore subject." Nessa apologizes scratching her head.

"No that's fine the crowd loved it but now Vince is fighting with Paul about you wrestling me" Zelina warns and the rest of the people in the room start flipping out. The blood drains from Nessa's face.

"Hey no remember contractually that can't happen unless you agree." Dominik comes over and rubs Nessa's lower back trying to keep her calm.

"No, but he can try to punish you if I don't agree," Nessa says to the room and looks at Zelina who smiles sadly.

"Nooo Thea what did you do..." Nessa trails off.

"I told him I wouldn't do it you aren't ready and it is too dangerous. Little stunts here and there are fine because we practice those and you are learning the basics. You barely know how to take a bump let alone a match. So Paul and Vince are having it out about that too. I just wanted to warn you. And Jefe wants to talk to you." Zelina warns and Dominik violently shakes his head.

"Hell no, after last week he can't even come near her I won't allow it." He states as a matter of fact. Zelina and Nessa move in unison, leaning back and looking at him like "is he serious".

"While I agree I don't even want to see him right now you don't get to dictate what I do and do not do." Nessa pokes Dominik's chest who holds his hands up in surrender. "Thea thank you for looking after me and helping train me. You don't have to I know how you felt about mine and Doms relationship." Nessa genuinely thanks Zelina who glares at Dominik.

"You told her! Eres un comemierda!" She shoves him back. Nessa steps between them, knowing she can't win against Zelina but wanting to protect him nonetheless.

"Of course, he told me. What you said hurt him and he needed comfort." Nessa holds out her arm creating space between them.

"Wait and you aren't upset?" Zelina asks shocked and glances between the two of them.

"No, it is how you feel and you are allowed to feel that. You didn't try to break us up or come between us. You just stated your opinion and left it at that. It doesn't make you a bad person. You decided to take your own time to train me, you didn't have to do that." Nessa explains like it is the most obvious thing in the world. "Though I know Jefe probably asked you to train me" Nessa adds on knowing she is right. Rhea, Damien, Dominik and Finn smile at Nessa, at how kind and forgiving she truly is.

"Wow... Uh... Thank you. Just so you know I have no problem with you or people dating outside of their culture in general, It is just when those they date appropriate the culture and act like it is theirs. You are unapologetically you and you honor their culture while honoring your own and don't claim it as your own." Zelina steps forward placing a hand on Nessa's shoulder and continues "And this dynamic is weird, I don't understand it but I don't think any less of any of you because of it like some others. You be you" Zelina finishes, Nessa nods in thanks. Zelina takes that as her moment to leave.

Once Zelina is gone Nessa throws her head back and groans,

"I'm going to have to up the training, maybe Asuka will help me.."

"You know we can help you too? We are right here Luv?" Finn asks, partially offended.

"No I know but I am small and you guys are tall and can powerhouse. I'm not that strong or at least as strong as you guys but I can move. Their styles are more likely to work for me. I just don't want you guys to think I am trying to be too clingy with you all by spending all that time with you." Nessa fidgets with her fingers.

"We will help train you too if that is what you want Bunny, as will Asuka if you ask her. We want each other to be safe out there... for the most part..." Rhea explains and Finn looks happier with her response.

"Luv we have got to work on your self-esteem don't we." Finn shakes his head and goes to grab Nessa's bag so she can actually hold Damien's hand when they leave.

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They return to the hotel that night, Rhea is quiet unsurprisingly with what she is dealing with. They are in the hallway, their rooms across from each other again, Rhea's hand in Nessa's. Rhea squeezes Nessa's hand before speaking up.

"I want us all to sleep together tonight, please." Rhea looks to Nessa her eyes pleading.

"Yeah of course, I've been sleeping in a room with them all week for the most part...." Nessa admits as they all pile into the boy's room.

"What is for the most part?" Rhea asks plopping on the bed and spreading out. Nessa doesn't answer she just joins her on the bed laying her head on Rhea's shoulder not realizing how much she had been missing Rhea's cuddles.

"We found Nessa on the kitchen floor this morning asleep with a bag of marshmallows in her hand." Dominik snickers stripping down to his boxers and jumping on the bed, ignoring the completely empty bed. Damien stands at the edge of the bed and crosses his arms.

"If we are all going to cuddle Rhea then we need to be on the floor or have Paul start booking us a king-size bed again" He starts stripping the covers and pillows off the other bed and tossing them on the floor. "Ooh" Nessa exclaims and jumps out of the bed and grabs her key card and disappears for a few minutes leaving the door open. She comes back with a bunch of pillows and blankets in her arms, piled high above her head and kicks the door closed.

"Hey can one of you macho men help me please I can't see where I am going" She calls out to the room causing Rhea to laugh and Nessa sighs in relief as the pillows and blankets get taken of of her. They make what can only be described as a nest of pillows and blankets on the floor. Nessa is the first to plop down and calls out to Rhea holding out her hand. Rhea smiles and joins Nessa, laying down and pulling Nessa onto her chest again. The rest of the group joining the cuddle pile.

The next morning they catch their flight to Arkansas for Raw the following day

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All members of the Judgement Day are in their locker room getting ready for that nights Raw which starts airing soon. Nessa was quieter than usual and sitting off by herself after asking for a bit of personal space. The other members glance at her with concern, the young woman having been quieter than usual and just seeming off. Nessa looks around at them and sees their looks of concern.

"I just have a lot on my mind I am trying to sort through I promise it is nothing bad." Nessa gives a soft smile to the group who finishes getting ready, Rhea putting on leather pants which makes Nessa pout.

"I know Bunny, but I'm not wrestling tonight so there is no need for my ring gear" Rhea laughs and shakes her head at Nessa pouting, that pout changing when she sees Damien come out of the bathroom in a suit. He does a little twirl.

"Like what you see Mariposa" She nods and he chuckles as he walks over and kisses her forehead before continuing to let her have her space.

"All right looks like we are all ready and the dark match is over and the show is about to start. We need to head to Gorilla" Finn announces to the room gesturing to the door. Nessa gets up and grabs Damiens's arm, wearing one of Dom's flannels over her Judgement day shirt that is tied in the back to expose a sliver of skin and her shorts over ripped-up fishnets like Rhea normally wears.

"I wanted us to match Mami" Nessa pouts as they make their way to Gorilla, getting there just as the bloodline head out to their music.

"We can match next week Bunny. God I can't wait to be home and see my puppies." Rhea groans leaning against Nessa and Damien.

"I can't wait to meet them and make you some Kugel and Challah." Nessa momentarily grabs Rhea's hand.

"You don't have to do that Nes, I'm ok really." Rhea feels bad about how much Nessa has been doing for her so she tries to make her relax.

"I know I don't have to but I want to. It helps me so please" Nessa asks, fluttering her eyelashes so Rhea agrees.

"I thought Ojitos don't work on you Mami" Dominik pouts gesturing between Nessa and Rhea.

"Normally they don't, but who can deny this pretty face" Rhea coos while grabbing Nessa's chin making the people backstage laugh at them used to their antics and not at all surprised at the new member fitting in so well.

"Yeah yeah, let's not bruise that pretty face, right Hermosa" Damien gently pries Rhea's hand off Nessa's face as their music starts and he grabs a mic with his free hand.

"Yeah bruises are meant for below the chin" Nessa announces as they walk out smirking to herself knowing they have to control their reaction to what she said. They make their way down the ramp to cheers from the crowd, goosebumps rising up Nessa's spine. They reach the front of the ring and the other four just step up on the apron, Damien grabbing her hand and pulling her up to stand next to him. The other three get in the ring and face off against the bloodline while Damien sits on the ropes to give Nessa easier access to the ring. Once she is in she stands on the edge of the line Next to Damien so they are all staring down a member of the Bloodline except her. They stand like that for a minute, Jimmy pacing back and forth until Damien raises the mic to his lips.

"Paul." Damien turns to look at Paul before stepping in front of his partners and standing in front of Solo staring him down, Paul putting a hand on Solos chest trying to calm him down. The crowd chanting you suck. Paul holds out his hand to Damien,

"Mr Priest" He smiles his smarmy smile. Damien smirks and shakes his hand as Paul continues speaking, Damien resuming his position Next to Nessa

"Sir, an honor. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, it's a very good day to be a very bad buy. If there is a heaven none of us are getting into it except maybe Nessa and that is iff at best. A short-term deal engineered by the tribal chief Roman Reigns." Jey takes the mic from Paul,

"Hey OG we don't know anything about what you are talking about". He states and Paul takes the Mic back as Jey continues on about Roman not texting or calling him to tell him.

"I know, your tribal chief didn't want anyone on our side... well except for Solo" Paul explains and continues "You know because there aren't any raised voices or sudden moves from Solo because the tribal chief wanted his Usos to almost be caught off guard by the enormity of this short term deal. You see, Even mister Balor isn't that happy about this because mr Balor has deep-seated anger issues. Mr Balor is going to put aside his deep personal feelings about us aside in the name of good short-term villainy. Speaking of which the Judgment day has a concern a bunny concern a bad bunny concern and Solo is an expert in assuaging concerns." Paul praises Solo as Rhea just glares Solo down and he returns the glare. Paul noticing the tension asks Jey to switch with Solo and they do, but Rhea switches with Finn to stay in front of Solo.

"Is uh... is everything ok here?" Paul leans between them asking and Rhea leans forward to answer,

"For now" and Paul sighs,

"Let me get to this before this whole situation goes the wrong way. The Judgment day needs something taken care of that is the name of Bad Bunny, Solo will handle that before your concerns become a problem because we in the bloodline have problems, we have a Kevin Owens problem a Sami Zayn problem, we have a Riddle to solve. We all know at backlash a first-ever 6 man tag team match...." Nessa zones out getting annoyed at how long-winded this man is. She zooms back in when she hears the Judgment day but rolls her eyes when he just keeps talking. She has to bite her cheek to keep from laughing when Paul grabs Dom's wrist apologizing that he has to see Rey up close again and nods towards Nessa as Rey's music starts. Damien guides Nessa to the ropes and holds them open for her to step out which she does and stands there as he does the same. He jumps down and grabs her hips and picks her up off the apron and lowers her to the ground before offering his elbow again, their partners right beside them as they leave while Rey gets in the ring.

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They go back to the next area they are supposed to be in for their next segment after the next 2 matches and just relaxing. Damien is leaning up against the wall Nessa leaning up against his chest, his arms wrapped around her. Dom and Rhea sitting in the two chairs provided, Finn lounging on their laps.

"What was that before we went out there Princesa" Damien whispers in her ear tightening his grip on her, and Nessa lets out a little embarrassed whine. Dominik glanced over and smirking not going to explain this one that has to be on Nessa.

"Sometimes, I like to... with... when...." Nessa struggles to form a coherent sentence and Damien kisses the top of her head. Nessa pauses and takes a deep breath steadying herself.

"Once I am more comfortable... I like to be handled a little roughly sometimes. sometimes I like the bruises because I can control when, where and who they came from..." Nessa blushes and turns to hide her face in Damiens's chest. He pats her head trying and failing to not laugh because if he did what he was thinking he would cross a line.

"Is that what has been on your mind all day." Rhea asks from her seat and Nessa groans and shakes her head no, careful to not rub her makeup off on Damiens's suit jacket.

"Then what is Mariposa?" Damien places his finger under Nessa's chin making her look up at him and she licks her lips trying to regain the moisture her anxiety has zapped from her.

"Can we table that until we are in Florida, I want to talk to you all together in private?" Nessa asks her voice cracking from the nerves.

"Why can't you when we get back to the hotel tonight?" Finn asks curiously.

"Oh,... I see," Rhea says out loud after seeing Nessa's expression.

"What?! What do you see?" Dominik asks, freaking out that he might have missed something when normally he is the one able to read Nessa.

"She has made her decision and wants us in a place familiar to us so we are more comfortable which will make her more comfortable" Rhea explains and Nessa looks at her grateful.

"Oh,..." Dominik softly responds, tension and worry filling his body.

"Oh calm down Dom Dom, I'm sure it is good news and she just wants to discuss some more boundaries with it" Rhea grabs Dom's thigh, Finn having hopped off previously to pace about the room. Nessa fights every muscle in her body to not nod and agree, wanting to discuss everything at once and not have to field a bunch of questions for the rest of the night.

"Ok the conversation is tabled as Mamita asked, don't pester her about it. Let her bring it up when she is ready" Damien announces to the group. He releases Nessa and pushes off the wall as the Cameraman enters signaling their segment is about to start. Nessa leans up against Dominik, Rhea looking at her nails and smirking before resting her hand back on Dominiks thigh.. Damien starts talking as the cameraman signals the start of the promo, Finn slapping Doms shoulders and squeezing them a maniacle smile on his face.

"Isn't that something huh guys? Bad Bunny returning to Raw next week. As long as he returns with a different attitude though..."

"Thats true" Finn agrees, the rest of them nodding along and Damien continues,

" For one he knows what can happen" Nessa cocks her head and raises her eyebrows like she is impressed looking Damien up and down. "And I'll just stop being his friend" Damien shruggs and Dominik scoffs and speaks up.

"Priest, You don't need to be Bad Bunnys friend, Just like I don't need Rey Mysterio to be my father." Finn puts one hand on Rheas shoulder keeping the other on Doms as he continues speaking, " But watching Solo rip piece by piece until there isn't any Rey mysterio left..." He trails off as they see Paul walk in.

Paul eyes them all, Nodding to Nessa who just maintains her stare.

"Satisfied?" He asks his phone in his hand. Damien turns to Finn and aks, "Finn what do you think?" Most of the members of the Judgement still looking at Paul who is smiling smugly. Rhea keeping her eyes on Dom and glancing to Nessa.

"Ehh" Finn answers crinkling up his nose and the smile falls off of Pauls face,

"Ehh?" Paul mimics back shocked and Nessa responds.

"Yeah Ehh", Paul rubs his palm on his chest thinking of how to respond,

"Allright I'll live with Eh, but now it is your turn to do Ehh, But do Ehh to Kevin Owens, Sammy Zayne and Matt Riddle tonight so you don't fall in to debt with your tibal chief." Paul explains and Nessah sighs in annoyance.

"In debt, no that sounds like an issue between Roman and the Usos, As far as the Judgement day goes we handle our business" Damien answers as he grabs Nessas hand and pulls her closer to him.

"The Tribal Cheif would also like to have a meeting with Miss Nessa, there is some business he wishes to discuss with her that is not for your ears." Paul announces. Damien tightens his grip on her and Rhea stands up blocking Nessa from Pauls view and gets in his face.

"Bye Paul" She nearly growls, getting protective of their newest member. Paul begins to side step away telling his phone to call Roman Reigns. They hear him explain what they said and that there is going to be a problem getting a meeting with Nessa. The camerman signals that the camera is off.

"Come on lets get ready for our match." Damien orders this time which surprises Nessa as it is normally Finn who keeps them moving. They all return to their locker room quickly only to be stopped before they enter it. Hunter leaning up against the door to the locker room.

"Ah Nessa perfect, I need to speak to you privately please. He pushes off of where he was leaning and gestures down the hallway. Damien gives her hand a squeeze for encouragement before letting go, Nessa following him down the hallway.

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Nessa comes back about 15 minutes later, paler than before and knowing the news isn't going to go over well with the group who is already overprotective of her. She just walks in the locker room knowing they are already changed.

"Finally Mamita... Mariposa what's wrong" Damien gets up from where he was stretching and gently grabs Nessa's hand.

"Uh, please promise you won't get upset and you will not try to interfere with the decision." Nessa announces to the room but stays looking into Damiens eyes. Damien clenches his jaw but nods in agreement.

"Next week Bunny is going to come out with a kendo stick and attack you which you know,... I am to take a hit or two ." Nessa squeezes Damiens hand as he pops his neck clearly trying to control his temper, his jaw so taut she is afraid he is going to break some teeth.

"There is something else Princesa what is it?" Dominik asks coming over, Rhea and Finn doing the same. Nessa stares at the ground as she answers Dominik,

"There is going to be a fight ringside between me and Zelina instead of Zelina and Rhea. Rhea is going to get ejected because I won't do a match yet so I have to get physical. Vince is having a dick measuring contest with Hunter right now so if I play along nicely there may be more title opportunities, If I don't the draft may not go our way..."

"Nessa, I need to go for a quick walk, I am not upset with you but I need to calm down before our match so I don't go too far and hurt someone." Damien informs Nessa before storming out the room, the door slamming behind him making Nessa jump. Rhea grabs Nessas hand comfortingly. Nessa stands up on her toes to place a kiss on Rheas cheek.

"I think we are going to have to meet him at Gorilla because he will not be calmed down enough until then" Nessa says more so to herself than to the others but they hear and make varying noises of agreement.

"Nessa are you ok Luv?" Finn asks, remembering the last time Damien got that angry.

"Hmm... oh yeah, I was expecting and ready for that. I'm not as fragile as I seem not everything is going to trigger me. So please don't act like it. I will tell you or signal in some way if I am." Nessa sits down on Rheas lap as Finn and Dominik return to stretching and warming up.

"Thats fair Luv. When we get to Florida would you like to help me with some of the sets I have at Rheas place?" Finn asks trying to steer the conversation to something they have in common. Nessa's eyes light up at the invitation and she eagerly nods her head.

Eventually they get a knock on the door signalling it is time for them to head to Gorilla and as Nessa said Damien was there waiting for them. Clearly still upset but it is not radiating off of him as much. He relaxes more as he sees his partners and Nessa who bounces over to him and grabs his hand and tugging down making him bend over for her. She steals a quick peck on the lips before their music starts and they go out onto the top of the ramp, lights low and smoke billowing out at their feet. As the music swells Rhea lifts her title and Damien does his normal entrance moves before grabbing Nessas waist and pulling her close to him possesively as they reach the bottom of the ramp.

Rhea and Dom split to one side of the Ring, Finn goes to the immediate corner opposite and Damien and Nessa go to the far corner. Damien holds Nessa's hand as she walks up the steps then ascends them as well holding up the edge of his coat so he doesn't trip. Damien and Finn on the same side of the apron sit on the middle rope for Nessa who still has to hop over a little and is glad she doesn't stumble. Finn and Damien quickly join her in the ring and cross it so they can pose behind Dom and Rhea. Nessa standing between Finn and Damien holding the top rope and smirking glancing up at Damien and biting her lower lip appreciating how his arms flex and move when he bounces on the ropes and does his poses. Nessa and Rhea get out of the ring, Rhea tossing her arm around Nessas shoulders to keep her close and to drive home the point that Nessa is a full member of the Judgement day. Nessa and Rhea cheer on their men as the match continues on, Rhea and Nessa standing at the corner with Rhea as Finn kicks Kevin repeatedly until he rolls out of the ring.

"Oooooooh" Nessa giggles and jumps up and down as Rhea looks at him predatorially and drops her title as he rolls out on to his feet. She runs over and clotheslines him making him nearly do a flip. She keeps moving over to the barricade and sits against it smiling maniacally. Finn gets out of the ring and throws Kevin back in. Rhea gets back up once she is sure she isn't going to be ejected. Rhea struts back over to Nessa and pulls her in to her side and does her little running and jumping thing.

The match continues on with people getting tagged in and out leading to Sammy being the legal man with Dominik in the ring, Sammy getting on the top rope and Rhea jumping up and pulling his leg making him rack himself on the top rope and fall to the mat. Kevin seeing this picks up a shirt and throws it at Rhea.

"Hey don't you throw stuff at Mami!" Nessa yells at him as Dominik lands the frog splash and pins Sammy only for Kevin to slide in the ring and break up the pin. Finn gets in and drop kicks Kevin and Riddle gets in and knees Finn, only for Damien to get in the ring and hit the elevated flat liner. Sammy gets up and clotheslines Damien out of the ring. Sammy goes to slingshot off the ropes but Rhea grabs his leg and the ref sees ejecting her.

Nessa wants to plead Rheas case but Rhea is Yelling at the ref. Rhea storms out. Nessa tries to keep her hands from shaking knowing no matter how the match ends what comes after. Nessa groans as Kevin, Sammy and Riddle get the win. The Usos come out and before long there is an all out brawl with the LWO joining Zelina running straight to Nessa. Nessa is able to block a few hits and actually land a punch on Zelina who pauses shocked for a moment before preceding to land hit after hit on Nessa before landing a DDT leaving Nessa writhing on the ground in pain grasping her neck and head.

Finally the attacks end and the filming is over. Nessa knows she still has to sell the attack so she stays down on the ground, Damien and Dom helping her up, them also limping and selling their injuries. Damien picking her up holding her in both arms Nessa throwing her arms around Damiens neck and laying her head on his shoulder closing her eyes as they go up the ramp and backstage. Once they are safely backstage Damien gently sets Nessa down, Rhea already there waiting starts checking her over for injuries.

"Guys, i'm fine I landed right and she took care of me" Nessa tries to shrug off their hands and stretching to help with the tension she gained from the physical altercation.

She isn't shocked when Hunter comes up to them looking proud.

"Hey Nessa, you did great out there. He shouldn't be a problem going forward there have been some things brought to light again to the powers that be. That being said great job out there with having so little training you have a natural tallent for selling and potentially holding your own. In light of recent events I am cancelling your live events this week, you guys only have to do a few online interviews. So go enjoy a few days off and Rhea we are sorry for your loss. Take the time you need, we appreciate you coming back so fast after what happened." He shakes all of their hands individually before turning to walk away.

"Sir" Nessa calls out. He turns and she pops her neck before speaking.

"I need serious training, not just for bumps but for a potential future match that doesnt end with me getting my ass beat. I jumped in to this full time no training no clue what I am doing. I am a nurse not a fighter not a wrestler. If I am going to be expected to do these things to protect them then I need a new trainer. The current trainer is great but I Need more serious training than what he can offer. The judgement day will help but I need you to pair me with someone as well. I trust your judgement on that."

"I think I can swing that Miss Klein. After that excellent show you put on out there yeah we can swing that. I'll be in touch or Adam will be in touch if not me" Hunter smiles almost gleefully as he walks away.

"Come on the show is over lets pack up and head out so we can go get some sleep and be up early for our flight to florida tomorrow morning" Finn tries to herd the group who grumbles but follows along.

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gallickingun · 4 years ago

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Hi I saw that thirsts were open and ✨oh boy✨ I would let Tsukishima Kei degrade me to hell with no remorse ✌🏻

tw: degradation; “sir��; dacryphilia; after-care because i am weak and need to be told im pretty; also a little bit of praise but not necessarily praise kink lol;

ps, reminder that ~drabble~ requests are OPEN! this includes sfw/nsfw for bnha, haikyuu, dragon ball, avatar, or jujutsu kaisen!

Your chin wobbles and your eyes look like glass, your fragility projected in your sweet little irises. Tsukishima smirks, tugging his lower lip into his mouth by his canine tooth, “What are you crying for? I’m giving you exactly what you asked for.”

The plush of your ass is red, throbbing with welts and begging for mercy. You grit your teeth and try to keep your muscles from flexing too much, the pain rippling through you with each small movement. You dig your head into the pillow so you don’t have to look over your shoulder at his condescending tawny gaze, almost like he is glowering down at you for having the audacity to take up the same space, even though you two have shared this apartment for nearly a year.

“I should give you something to cry about,” he licks his lips and digs the heel of his palm into the small crevice between your shoulder blades, shoving your chest down into the mattress.

To accent his words, he grips your hip with the hand not preoccupied with pinning you to the sheets, blunt nails dug harshly into your skin until he’s left evidence of his presence behind. A sob rips from your lungs, but is muffled by the down of the pillow you stifle yourself with. Tsukishima huffs out a snicker and resumes his relentless pace, each slap of his hips against your ass reminding you of how harsh his hands were mere moments prior.

“K-Kei,” you garble his name, drool seeping from the curve of your lips as you whine, trying to move your hips to no avail, his iron grip on your waist unwavering. Another smack is slashed across your backside and you still your body, squinting out tears, soaking the pillow beneath you.

You feel the uncharacteristically soft plush of his lips press to your shoulder, and your body relaxes under the administration of the affections. It is but a quick reprieve before his harsh, calloused palms and biting words make their return.

A cry parts your lips when Tsukishima’s middle finger presses against the small bundle of nerves at the apex of your hips, ruthless in his ministrations. You warn him through driveled words that you’re going to make a mess on him, that you’re going to unravel if he continues to touch you like this. You’re not sure if you’re speaking coherently, but it’s all the talk you can afford at a moment like this.

“Filthy little whore,” Tsukishima huffs against your throat, nipping at your ear each time his body ruts up into you. The quick, salacious drag of his cock against your innermost parts is a mixture of pleasure and painstaking ache. He snickers when you wriggle your hips, begging quietly for more than he’s giving you, “Such an eager little bitch. God, you’re so desperate. Aren’t you?”

Your hands scramble behind your back to try and seek out his wrist, his forearm, or his knee. Something, anything, to anchor you before you float away. A weak little, “please, Kei,” trembles from your lips and he sighs like you’re the biggest inconvenience known to man. Even still, a palm reaches forward and presses into the mattress, close enough that you can angle your wrist to wrap your delicate fingers around his pulse point, counting each thud of his veins to bring yourself back to earth.

“So needy,” his tone holds no malice this time, although you suspect he didn’t originally mean for it to come out so tenderly. Tsukishima clears his throat and pistons forward into you to try to get you to forget any benign slip of the tongue he might have made. A high-pitched whine makes your throat ache and he rolls his eyes, a motion you catch with the way your chin is tucked against your shoulder, “What, your fingers can’t make you feel like this? You can’t figure this out on your own? How pathetic.”

You know if you come now, he’ll punish you for it later, since he hasn’t given you permission to fall apart on his cock just yet. His moan is guttural to the point that it sounds like he’s growling when you clamp down on him, your walls begging for reprieve.

He does not grant you the solace you are so desperately searching for, instead peeling his touch from your clit to pinch at your nipple, the sharp lightning strike to your sensitive bud making you keen. Your head slams back into his collarbone and you whimper at the pain of bone on bone, but Tsukishima is as steady and resilient as they come. His voice is low and gravelly in your ear, patronizing to the perfect degree, “I swear to God if you come before I tell you to, you won’t know what pleasure is for weeks. Do you understand?”

Your body is worn out, overstimulation making your cunt flex and your thighs quiver under the strain of holding yourself up for so long. You gulp and sniffle and you cannot react or respond to him, your mouth unable to catch up to your mind.

“I expect an answer,” his tone is clipped and a fresh bout of tears well up in your eyes, but the way he speaks does little to quell the slick between your thighs. Each slap of his hand and his words only washes a new wave of arousal between the walls of your cunt, translucent white dripping down his cock and staining the bed until the sheets are damp.

“Y-Yes,” you manage, nodding so hard your whole body shakes.

The world ceases to spin but your mind cannot stop, so you’re stuck somewhere between upright and dizzy.

Tsukishima’s mouth is close to your ear, the bow of his lips dragging along your lobe, “I hope I misheard you, or did you really not address me properly? Are you looking for a punishment, brat?”

Before you can answer, Tsukishima’s palm strikes your ass several times, until you’re foaming at the mouth with an apology, “Yes sir, yes sir! I promise I-I understand, I-I’m sorry!” And you’re not sure how many times you beg for his mercy, for his forgiveness, but you do so until you’re unable to speak. Between the way his cock spears your cunt, tapping against your spine with each thrust, and the sweet yet poisonous words that fall from his maw, you can’t hold yourself back any longer.

And so you beg.

You beg and you beg and you beg for him to either stop his torturous actions or let you feel the ecstasy of release. Your hands claw at him until you leave trails of red on his pale skin, your tears soak the pillow until you cannot make out a dry spot of fabric, and your knees knock mercilessly into his hips to try and still his movements. What you cannot see through the bleariness of your tears and subservient haze is the glint in his irises, honey bleeding down his spine until he feels the sickeningly sweet taste of it in his gut. As if by some form of osmosis he can taste the thick of your cream as you drip down his balls, and he can’t stop himself when he sneers, “Making a mess on these sheets, sweetheart, what a filthy little thing you are.”

“Please,” your voice is so small, so fragile, and Tsukishima feels that familiar twinge in his gut when you fixate your pouting gaze on him. He grits his teeth and turns you so you’re on your back, ankle hooked by his shoulder, only this position does little to help you stave off the impending doom of your orgasm.

“Gonna listen to me, yeah?” his words are rushed and you know that means he is near the end of his patience and his resolve. Tsukishima grunts and his eyes screw shut, hips pausing so he is buried to the hilt, “When I tell you to come, you better come.”

Your teeth clang together with the ferocity in which you nod to tell him you’re listening, and that you will obey. Tsukishima’s cock pulses within your walls, and the reaction makes you cant your hips forward and your eyes roll back just enough that he feels feral at the sight.

“C’mon then,” Tsukishima near-growls in your ear, pressing his chest against yours as his body begs for the closeness this near to pleasure. His hips bruise your supple skin and your fingernails find the flesh of his shoulders to make your own mark, both of you branding the other in the heated moments of ecstasy. He nips your jaw and noses your cheek, voice dropping an octave and you feel the molten magma churn in your belly, “Make a mess on my cock.”

As if that final phrase, one of permission and wanton lust, sets your body free.

A sobbing whine sits pretty on your tongue, eyes screwed shut as you clutch him with whatever parts of yourself you can find within you to move closer. His torso leans back, eyes raking appreciatively over your shaking frame before settling on the conjunction of your body and his. Amber irises narrow as he watches his dick slide between your folds, dripping with your combined arousal, and his whole body shudders.

His name rakes from the back of your throat and it burns but you can’t focus on anything other than the gushing of your insides, aborted thrusts bringing your hips closer as you grip his biceps with unabashed intensity. Your cunt feels warm and you chock it up to your own orgasm, but then you feel Tsukishima’s cock softening slightly, the head of his pulling away from your cervix as he works himself through his own high.

“K-Kei,” your wobbling voice forces his eyelids to open, warm irises seeking out the sight of you.

“You did good,” his mouth finds yours and a soft kiss is volleyed between the two of you, “Proud of you.”

Your eyes are still blown wide, pupils swallowing the color of your irises. Tsukishima nudges his nose against your jaw and kisses faintly down your jugular until he reaches your collarbone, a teasing lick administered to the prickled skin. Your hands go slack against his shoulders, kneading at the muscled plane until you feel your soul settle.

“Did good,” you echo, swallowing the lump in your throat, “I listened!”

Tsukishima laughs, only this time it is genuine and free of it’s usual sarcastic lilt. He massages your thighs and kisses your ankle before resting your legs back against the mattress, still caged between your knees. He nods, reaching up with one hand to brush his knuckle against your cheek, “Yeah, you did. And what happens to pretty girls who listen?”

His kisses trail between your breasts and down over the bulge of your belly until his mouth is hovered over your core, your words and his overlapping as you watch him in awe, his pink tongue slipping from between his lips to accentuate the end of his sentence and yours.

“They get rewarded.”

#tsukishima kei x reader #tsukishima smut #tsukishima kei smut #tsukki x reader #tsukki smut #hq smut #haikyuu smut #morgan writes hq #DO YOU KNOW HOW UPSET I AM AT HOW LONG THIS IS #AND HOW THE FIRST THING I DO WHEN I COME BACK TO THIS GODFORSAKEN BLOG IS /TSUKISHIMA/#i am so upset with myself and you guys for letting TSUKKI BE WHAT YOU WANT FROM ME #but also i'm not mad like at all lol pls read all of the sarcasm #thank you for requesting sweet nonna!!!!#morgan gets mail #anonymous

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admiringlove · 2 years ago

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Hi love! Congrats on 2k. This is my submission for the event 🥺

My name is June! I'm 20 and I study Literature. I love excessively sweet coffee, italian food (especially lasagna made by my nonna), the smell of gasoline for some obscene reason, and I drive my grandfather's old 1959 Cadillac(I had it painted pastel blue with my dad)! My favorite character from Haikyuu is Atsumu 😌

Again, congrats! You'll do great things in your future. I hope you get into med school (I read the pre-med part? If you're not aiming for med school that's completely ok too! I hope you get into whichever school you like) 🥰

old cars.

hi june! thank you for sending in a request! i hope you like it :)

the smell of gasoline wafts through the air as your car comes to a stop at the gas station. you huff, rolling your window down as you pay the man working there to refill your tank.

you've always loved this smell. it's nostalgic to you—bringing back memories from high school when you and him would come to this place just to buy snacks and watch people.

and look at cars. whether it's a normal sedan or a sports edition toyota. the two of you didn't really care back then. there's a bench right outside the small convenience store at the gas station. you remember sitting there with atsumu for hours on end, buying chips or a drink every forty minutes as the two of you pointed out cars to each other and how stereotypical their owners looked.

you sigh as the worker hands you a receipt. this meant it was time to leave. your heart feels heavy as you turn, pulling out of the lot and onto the road. you're going home from work now, and all you wanted to do was go to bed.

but somehow, when you're lying in your soft sheets and it's past midnight, you can't seem to fall asleep. your eyes are burning, but your mind is awake. the smell of gasoline ebbed into your mind, and miya atsumu's face blurred in front of your vision. you roll your eyes, turning over to find your phone as you call him.

"hey! what are ya doin' up so late?" he asks, as soon as he picks up. he knows why you're awake. you know he knows already. but he still asks the same question every time you call, because he likes hearing the reason behind your sleepless nights. you groan into the microphone, "i missed you. can't sleep."

"well, didja read that note i left for ya on the fridge? under our car magnet?" he questions. it's the same question he asks every time. you can just picture him, waking up from bed because of your call. he must be stretching right now, walking to the kitchenette part of his hotel room to make himself coffee.

"i did," you sigh, "it only makes me miss you more, though."

your response, however, is different today.

"aww," he says, "ya can't really see me right now but i have a hand on my heart and i'm dying because of how cute that was."

"shut up, 'tsum," you pout, looking out of the window. you expected him to say something romantic instead, but how could you? you've known him from when the two of you were babies. you know him like the back of your hand, like that song that's always stuck in the back of your mind. you knew he'd make a sarcastic comeback even before you answered his question. you grumble out, "i miss you."

"i miss ya too," he whispers, "don't worry, it's just another week and then i'm back home. i'll get to hug you tight and make ya lose sleep again."

"you're so stupid," you laugh, "can you believe you've been gone for two months?"

"i know, it's been hell," he whines, "just one more week."

"one more week."

one more week, you tell yourself as you place the phone beside you on the pillow. one more week, you remind yourself as you drift off into the night with atsumu still on the call with you. one more week, and then he'd be in your arms again.

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msmercury84 · 2 years ago

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"I Double Dare You," Chapter 12: Going Back to South Philadelphia

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*Author's Note: Popi's is a restaurant that was a favorite of Wild Bill's. According to his granddaughter, Bill's favorite meal was spaghetti with one meatball. Augusta Guarnere's maiden name was DiSabato, according to information provided by FindAGrave.*

About a month before Bill and Leigh went back to visit Bill's family one more time before they were sent overseas, Guarnere wrote to his mother. He requested his grandmother's engagement ring. Although he hadn't officially asked Cal Spencer for Leigh's hand in marriage, Bill had a feeling that Mr. Spencer would give his blessing.

When Bill was four years old, his Grandmother ( the Italian word is Nonna) DiSabato specified in her will that she wanted Bill to have her engagement ring.

Usually, the eldest son in an Italian family got the engagement ring. The eldest son, Augustino, was in the Merchant Marines and had no need for the ring. Nonna DiSabato was quite taken with the baby of the family, so the ring went to him.

In his letter, Bill wanted his mother to ask his sister Teresa if the ring could be cleaned. She worked for a jewelry store in Philadelphia. He was hoping that the ring could look presentable. Made in Italy, it was 18 karat gold with a half carat diamond. The ring looked worse for the wear and the diamond was extremely dull looking.

Guarnere knew if the ring could be restored to its former beauty, it would be better than anything he could afford to buy. He wanted Leigh to have a beautiful engagement ring.

When Augusta got the letter, she was ecstatic to learn that Leigh would be her future daughter-in-law. She shed a few tears that her baby was planning to get married, but she adored Leigh and knew she would be a devoted wife.

Joseph Guarnere and Bill's sisters were as happy as Augusta when they heard about Bill's intention to ask Leigh to marry him. He asked that each family member say nothing about his plan to Leigh. Guarnere wanted her to be surprised when the time was right to propose.l

Teresa immediately wrote to Bill:

Dear Billy Baby,

When I looked at Nonna's ring, it looked pretty bad. The gold looked dull and there wasn't a hint of a sparkle in the diamond. My boss, Mr. Chapman, told me he would try a new jewelry cleaner in a small cleaning machine that we have at work.

He told me don't get my hopes up, because of the effects of time and something called oxidation. Mr. Chapman wanted to soak the ring in the cleaner overnight before he put it in the machine with new cleaning stuff.

Billy, it was nothing short of a miracle! When he took the ring out of the cleaner it looked brand new! Who knew that old ring was so gorgeous?

It didn't cost much for the cleaning and I took care of it. That's the least I can do for you and your sweet girl. Mr. Chapman insisted on giving me a new, blue velvet box for the ring.

Love Ya,

Teresa

Guarnere wrote to his sister, thanking her for getting the ring cleaned and he asked her to thank her boss for him. By this time, Bill and Leigh were stationed in North Carolina. Prior to that, the 506th had briefly moved to Tennessee for more training. Spencer was elated to learn that the USO was planning a big show in Philadelphia.

Bill decided to plan their visit for the weekend of the show. Both he and Spencer had their leaves approved by Colonel Sink in advance of their trip. Leigh's parents made plans to book a hotel room and take a train so they could see their daughter onstage.

The USO reserved seats for the Guarnere family, Bill and the Spencers. Rehearsal took place in the theater. The officials wanted Leigh to perform "Stuff Like That There" and she was part of a trio singing "Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy." She was also going to play a boogie woogie number while two dancers performed.

Leigh was determined to do her best, since she had special guests in the audience. She didn't tell Bill and his family about playing the piano. Spencer wanted to surprise them.

When Bill told his mother about the USO reserving seats for him and his family, Augusta was excited to see the show. She told him in a letter,

"Billy, it makes things even more exciting to know that I'm seeing my future daughter in law performing. Your pop and I couldn't be happier knowing that you found a good, sweet girl and we will be glad to welcome her into the family when the time comes.

Meeting her folks will be great, too. Don't worry, Son, I won't say anything to them about you asking for your Nonna's ring. I know that you would want Mr. Spencer's blessings before you did anything else. Going with what Mrs. Spencer says in telephone calls, they are crazy about you. It makes me proud when she talks about what a fine gentleman you are."

The day of the long train trip to Philadelphia arrived. Once again, Spencer and Guarnere took the midnight train. While they passed time talking, Leigh told Bill,

"The USO officials are looking for a good tailor to sew and repair the costumes. I immediately thought of your dad. They are very interested in hiring him."

"That ( he pronounced the word as 'dat') would be a blessin', Baby. Pop is a proud man, but he needs more money. This job would be perfect for him." Spencer thought of a way to mention the job and allow Mr. Guarnere to retain his dignity. She told Bill and he agreed that her idea sounded good. Guarnere tenderly kissed her, saying,

"That's a thoughtful thing you're doin', Honey. I appreciate ya bein' so considerate about Pop." Spencer smiled and thanked him. Several hours later, when they exited the cab and walked up to the front door, Augusta hugged them both, saying,

"It's great to see you two again! Come on in, I made pizzelles and coffee." Leigh went into the living room to sit and chat with Teresa and Augusta. She helped herself to a cup of fresh coffee and two pizzelles. Mrs Guarnere told her,

"You're learnin', Sweetie. I'm glad ya feel comfortable enough to help yourself an' not wait for me to say anything."

"Mrs. Guarnere, I couldn't feel more welcome and I appreciate you treating me like family." Leigh didn't notice Augusta giving a knowing look and a wink to Teresa when she mentioned being treated like family.

That night, everyone enjoyed a delicious supper of ravioli stuffed with cheese, beef, and Italian sausage. They also had the Guarnere family's favorite side dish Broccoli Rabe, red wine, coffee and pizzelles. Leigh asked Joseph,

"Mr. Guarnere, I hate to impose, but may I ask a favor of you?" Bill's father told her,

"Yes." She said,

"Sir, I need your help. The USO desperately needs a good tailor to make and repair costumes. Would you be willing to help? I told the officials that I know a very good tailor.

They are offering to pay a rate based on your experience and they will furnish everything you need. If you decide to take the job, once you complete the work, they will pay for shipping. All you have to do is take the parcel to the train station.

This will be demanding in the fact that it will involve a great deal of your time. You don't have to answer right now, you can think about it for a few days." Augusta had a brilliant smile on her face as she translated Spencer's request for her husband. He smiled, telling Leigh,

"Of course, I want to help you." He paused to give the remainder of his message to Augusta. She told Leigh,

"Joseph says that he would be proud to help the USO. This country took him in and he wants to return the favor. He thanks the officials in advance for providing money for his services." Spencer said,

"I don't know many Italian words, but I can say, grazzi, Signore Guarnere." The elder Guarnere grinned at her reply, saying,

"You are welcome, Leigh. You're a good girl to make this offer."

As Spencer was helping Augusta in the kitchen with the dishes, she hugged Leigh, saying,

"What you done for us is appreciated more than you know. Sweetie, the way you done it was perfect. You were extra sweet to take Joseph's feelins into consideration. Billy is right, you are an angel." Spencer answered,

"I'm glad I could help, Mrs. Guarnere. It's the very least I can do for the parents who raised the very special man I love. From the first time I saw Bill until now, he's been a gentleman who is very considerate and thoughtful. Thank you and please thank Mr. Guarnere for bringing him up the way both of you did." Augusta smiled and thanked Spencer, remarking,

"Your folks done a wonderful job with you, too, Leigh. They brought up a real lady." Spencer thanked her. They talked as they finished washing the dishes and cleaning the kitchen. Leigh told Augusta,

"By the way, supper was delicious! If it's OK, I'd like to get that recipe and the recipes for some of Bill's favorite dishes. If we're shipped to the same location overseas, I might be able to cook for him sometime." Mrs. Guarnere promised to send her the recipes. She told Leigh,

"I want to thank your mother and grand pop for sendin' more of that delicious beef."

"We're glad to share. As I said before, this is what country people do for friends and family."

The next day, which was the day before the show, Louise called Mrs. Guarnere. By this time, they called each other by their first names and they were friends. When she learned that Leigh was rehearsing, she told Bill's mother,

"Augusta, I might as well tell you what I was going to ask Leigh to tell you. Cal wants to take everyone to dinner before the show. Just pick your favorite restaurant and we'll take care of it.

We couldn't have done this without Leigh sending some money home. Cal is proud. Like a lot of people nowadays, things are kind of tight where extra money is concerned. It means a lot to him to be able to take friends to supper." Augusta told her,

"It's the same way wit' us, Louise. While I've got ya on the phone, let me tell ya about the sweet thing your daughter done for us." Guarnere told her how Leigh mentioned the job for Joseph in a way to preserve his dignity. Louise was delighted to hear how her daughter handled the situation. She said,

"I'm proud of Leigh. We tried our best to bring her up right. You certainly did an excellent job with Bill. We've never met a more polite and considerate gentleman.

Augusta, we're so happy that Leigh met your son." They discussed the situation concerning Grayson. Mrs. Guarnere told her,

"When Billy told me what that animal done to her, it almost made me sick. Thank God she got away from him!" Louise agreed, replying,

"When Leigh and Bill got together, it was a gift from God. I truly believe that he sent the best young man into her life that he could find." Mrs. Guarnere thanked Louise. They were eager to finally meet each other and they looked forward to seeing the USO show.

While Leigh rehearsed, Bill got the ring from his mother. He was pleased with the way the ring cleaned up and he hugged his sister, saying,

"Teresa, it's thanks to you that my angel will have a ring that's beautiful. Thanks for that velvet box, too. That looks really classy." Teresa told her brother that she was glad to help.

Guarnere looked at the clock and realized that Leigh would soon finish rehearsing. She was taking the bus back to South Philadelphia. Bill wanted to walk her home from the bus stop. He went upstairs to his room and he put the ring in its box, carefully storing it in his duffel bag.

Bill told his mother and sister that he was walking to the bus stop and he left the house. Guarnere didn't have to wait very long. The bus was on time. Leigh and Bill walked hand in hand to the Guarneres' house

The next day, Cal and Louise Spencer arrived on the 2 p.m. train. They checked into the hotel and got settled in. Mrs. Spencer called Augusta to let her know that they were in Philadelphia. Mrs. Guarnere promptly invited them to come over for coffee and pizzelles.

Leigh spent the morning rehearsing. Bill went to the neighborhood florist's shop and ordered a corsage of red Sweetheart Roses for Leigh. Guarnere gave the address of the theater and the time he wanted the flowers to be delivered. He also gave Leigh's name for the delivery worker. Bill wrote on the card,

"Baby, you're gonna knock 'em dead tonight. All my love, Bill."

When he walked home from the bus stop with Leigh, Guarnere was surprised to see the Spencers. Leigh walked into the living room, hugging her parents. Cal asked Leigh if she was ready for the show. She said,

"Yes, Dad, I'm as ready as I will ever be. We've rehearsed so much that I'm surprised I haven't been singing in my sleep." Bill laughed, replying,

"That would explain the noise I heard comin' from Teresa's room." Teresa told Leigh,

"You're very quiet, unlike my baby brother who snores so loud that the neighbors can hear him."

"I don't snore. You're hearin' things, Teresa." The Spencers, Leigh, Augusta and Joseph laughed at the good natured banter between the brother and sister. Louise asked her daughter,

"Leigh, how many songs are you performing tonight?"

"I'm doing two songs, Mom. Most of rehearsal has centered around the dancing that I'm doing with two other singers. We're doing an Andrews Sisters' song. The first song I'm singing is the one that I did at the USO Competition." Bill said,

"Mr. and Mrs. Spencer, you're in for a treat. Leigh dances and sings better than those dames in the movies." Spencer thanked Guarnere for his compliment.

When Leigh sang at the competition, she had the whole audience on their feet, clappin' along wit' the music." Both Cal and Louise smiled. Mrs. Spencer told him,

"We're both looking forward to the show tonight, Bill. Leigh has always been interested in music." The group exchanged small talk for awhile. Cal Spencer made his offer to take everyone to dinner. After a brief discussion, Spencer called two taxis to take everyone to a popular Italian restaurant, Popi's.

Leigh excused herself to change her clothes before they went to dinner. She wore a short sleeved sapphire blue dress. Mrs. Guarnere wore a dark red dress and Teresa wore a black dress with red rosebuds printed on the material. Mr. Guarnere wore a charcoal gray suit he had made for himself.

Cal wore a dark blue suit, a white shirt and a blue tie. Louise wore a cranberry red long sleeved dress and black pumps.

When they were seated at the restaurant, Cal and Louise selected Chicken Alfredo. Teresa Guarnere had Linguini with Clams, Bill had his favorite dish, spaghetti with one meatball, his parents selected Pasta Primavera and Leigh chose Spaghetti Bolognaise.

The group enjoyed a few glasses of wine as they enjoyed their meals. They enjoyed each other's company as they talked and shared family stories. Bill and his mother enjoyed after dinner cigarettes.

Cal excused himself from the group to take his daughter in a taxi to the theater. Performers had to arrive 45 minutes before the show began. Once Leigh was dropped off, Mr. Spencer went back to take the rest of the group back to the Guarneres' home in two cabs.

Spencer had just finished putting on her USO uniform, the same one she wore at the competition, when a USO official delivered a small white box.

She thanked the official and took the box to her dressing table. Leigh smiled when she saw a corsage of three red Sweetheart Roses and the enclosed card with Bill's message. Spencer carefully pinned the corsage to her left lapel.

Leigh touched up her makeup and she applied red lipstick that matched her nail polish. She brushed her hair and applied hair spray. Now, all she needed to do was wait for her turn onstage.

Everyone arrived by taxis that brought them to the theater. Mr. and Mrs. Spencer sat in the front row with Bill. The Guarnere family sat in the second row. Julia and Maria had to attend parent teacher conferences at their children's schools, so they were unable to go to dinner. They were running late, but they managed to get seated before the show started.

About fifteen minutes into the show, the emcee said,

"Here's Leigh Spencer singing "Stuff Like That There."

She walked onstage confidently and took her place at the microphone. By the middle of the number, everyone in the audience was standing up, clapping their hands in time with the music.

Leigh singled Bill out in the audience, the same way she did in the competition when she sang,

"I used to think romance was bunk.

A double mickey for the icky.

But all at once my heart was sunk.

And Baby, You (she pointed at Bill and winked) you've done it."

Guarnere loved Leigh acknowledging him from the stage. He winked at her as an enormous smile appeared on his face. Julia and Maria liked Spencer including their baby brother in her song.

Julia whispered to Maria,

"Will ya look at that smile! Our Billy Baby is crazy in love wit' Leigh. Looks like we'll have her for a sister in law. She'll be a good wife for Billy Baby an' she's really sweet." Maria agreed with her sister.

Cal and Louise had beaming smiles that mirrored Bill's smile as they were amazed by their daughter's performance. The Guarnere family couldn't take their eyes off of Leigh.

Augusta and her daughters talked to one another, shouting to be heard above the music and the crowd. Julia told Maria,

"Holy Mother of God, she's a good singer and a good dancer!" Maria said,

"You got that right!" Mrs. Guarnere told Teresa,

"She's just like a star in one of those musicals. Leigh would give Judy Garland a run for her money!" Teresa replied,

"You're right, Ma. Look at Billy Baby, he's so proud of Leigh that he's about to bust!" Augusta said,

"He's very much in love wit' her and Billy has a right to be proud." Although Joseph didn't understand all of the lyrics, he enjoyed Leigh's singing and dancing.

Spencer received a standing ovation and she had to do two curtain calls before the show could progress. Augusta leaned over Bill before the next act came on to tell Mrs. Spencer,

"You have a very talented daughter, Louise. She done a great job singin' and dancin'." Mrs. Spencer thanked Augusta. Bill grinned, telling his mother,

"Just like I said, Ma. Leigh is the best singer in the whole damned bunch." He immediately apologized to Louise, who told him she wasn't offended.

Ten minutes later, Leigh was onstage again. She sat down at a nine foot concert grand piano. A husband and wife dancing duo stood upstage.

Spencer began to play an intricate boogie woogie arrangement. The man wore a black Zoot Suit with white pinstripes and his wife wore a bright red dress and open toed red pumps.

They moved effortlessly doing a very complicated version of the jitterbug. The audience clapped along with the music as the dancers seemed to float across the stage, their feet nearly moving in a blur.

Bill was extremely surprised to learn that Leigh could play the piano. She had never mentioned that she played a musical instrument. Augusta and her daughters and Joseph were equally surprised to learn of Spencer's talent on the piano.

The Spencers knew that their daughter played the piano, having paid for several years of lessons. They were surprised that someone was able to convince her to play onstage.

Leigh honestly believed that she was a mediocre pianist at best, despite what people had told her over the years. She thought that no one else was onstage during rehearsals earlier in the week and she sat down to play the piano.

The USO officials asked her to fill in for the pianist who was supposed to play for the dancers. The other pianist was at home suffering from an intestinal virus. Spencer quickly learned the boogie woogie piece. She and the dancers received prolonged applause for the number.

Toward the end of the show, one USO singer in a white uniform and another singer in a red uniform joined Leigh onstage to perform the hit song recorded by the Andrews Sisters, "Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy."

The women had worked all week on the tight harmony and the dance steps that went with the song. They sounded exactly like the world famous trio and their dancing was flawless. Spencer was given the solo in the middle of the song, normally performed by Patty Andrews.

Once again, the audience gave a standing ovation. Bill was nearly beside himself. He was so proud of Leigh that he shouted,

"That's my girl!" Julia, Maria and Teresa decided not to tease their baby bother about his outburst. They knew he was deeply in love with Leigh. Mr.and Mrs. Spencer smiled when they heard Bill. They wanted to shout out the same statement, but both Cal and Louise were very reserved.

After the show, the Guarneres and the Spencers waited for Leigh before taking the taxis back to the Guarneres' house. Augusta and her daughters took turns hugging Spencer and complimenting her. Joseph hugged Leigh, saying,

"Good job, Leigh!" Both Maria's and Julia's husbands were there to take their wives home. The women told their husbands that they "missed one hell of a good show." Julia told her husband,

"Sal, honest to God, Billy's girl could be a big time singer someday. She dances an' she plays one hell of a boogie woogie piano!" Bill embraced Leigh, telling her,

"You were holdin' out on me, Sweetheart. I never knew ya could play the piano."

"I don't talk about it very much because I'm not that good." Guarnere looked shocked, replying,

"Baby, you made that thing talk! Ain't nothin' my angel can't do. You're super talented, Leigh." She thanked him for the compliments. The Spencers were very proud of their daughter and they also gave her performances rave reviews.

Before she left the cab to go into the Guarneres' house, Leigh hugged her parents and thanked them for coming to see the show. The elder Guarneres and Teresa were already in the house. Bill and Leigh walked hand in hand to the front door. As Guarnere held open the door, Leigh thanked him for the corsage. He gave her a tender kiss, saying,

"It's my pleasure, Honey. You were the best one in the show tonight." When Bill and Leigh got inside the house, Bill told his mother,

"Ma, it's a shame Henry didn't get to see the show. He would've loved hearin' Leigh playin' that piano." Guarnere explained to Spencer,

"Henry is crazy for boogie woogie music an' he loves it when somebody plays the piano. I'll have to write him an' tell him that my baby is a star in the USO. Maybe he'll get to see ya in concert sometime. Do ya know if they do shows in Africa? That's where he's goin'." Leigh told Bill that she wasn't sure if the USO performed in Africa. She added,

"I'd like to meet Henry. He sounds like a really nice guy." Bill, Teresa and the Guarneres told Spencer that Henry was sweet and caring. He was going to be a medic.

Augusta offered to preserve Leigh's corsage and Spencer thanked her, saying that she would like it very much if the corsage could be preserved as a memento.

The next day, Bill and Leigh boarded the train to North Carolina. Guarnere had his grandmother's engagement ring in its new velvet box. It was tucked into an inner pocket of his dress uniform. He was looking forward to proposing to Leigh when the time was right.

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bluebellwriting · 4 years ago

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Love Me Tender Part 3

(Note: I know Molly hasn’t been confirmed as a demon nor is she in Hell, but for the sake of the story, I’m saying that she is a demon and she is in Hell. There’s not a lot of information on the spider fam so I’m going to be taking some liberties here)

Sunday dinners at your dad’s home have always a tradition, even when you all were alive. It wasn’t religious, Lord knows if it had been you probably wouldn’t have ended up here. But when your family spends every day of their lives and afterlives meeting with mob bosses, disposing of bodies, and doing drugs, it was nice to have a reason to come together and remind each other that you were all still here. It was because of those dinners and the evenings spent cooking with your Nonna that your love of cooking came to fruition.

Oh, your Nonna. You’ve tried looking for her down here, even though you know that there was no way she was deserving of a place like this. She was a saint, the mother you deserved instead of the mother you actually had. Your mother was cold, lazy, vain, couldn’t care for her children to save her life, judgmental -- she always insisted you try whatever insane weight loss trend was popular. Nonna was kind, understanding, taught you to be tough but also how to take care of those you loved, and never tried to pit you and your sister against each other. She’s honestly the only reason yours and Molly’s relationship survived.

But when she died, you took over as the family’s cook as the only person who could actually make something without burning it. Until you yourself died at the ripe age of 23, long before the rest of your family. Your family doesn’t talk about it much, but you can just imagine what the first dinner without you was like. How sad and empty, how burnt the food must have been if there even was any.

But you’re together again and your dinners were able to survive your family’s plunge into the afterlife. Apparently, so did your family home.

As soon as you entered the threshold of the home, you and Angel were smushed into a hug by Molly.

“My darlings!” She cries. Angel and you snuggle into the warm arms of your sister and wrap your arms around her.

“How are ya, Mol?” Angel asks.

“Oh, ya know, same old, same old.”

“Are those creeps giving you trouble at the store?” You take a step back and eye your sister up and down, looking for any physical manifestation that those creepy men crushing on your sister are up to no good.

“Not since you had a little chat with them, (N/N),” she teases.

Molly’s eyes brighten at the sight of your outfit.

“Ooh! You’re wearing the new skirt and blouse! It’s so pretty on you, (Y/N)! And I know I always say this but you have a great rack girl, ya gotta show it off like this more.”

You blush brightly and cross your arms over your torso.

“Gee thanks, Molly,” you mumble.

“I don’t know how you haven’t found a man yet with that bod!” She squeals and pinches your cheeks.

“Well, since ya mentioned it...” Angel smirks.

“Nope!” You shout and storm further into the house to avoid your baby siblings.

Molly looks back at Angel with an arched brow, the question looming in the air.

You make it to the kitchen, where your father and brother are heating up the food you left here last week. You turn your nose up.

“You know, I could have made something fresh. This is all a week old! And here I thought you were going to cook for once.”

“Very funny, (Y/N),” Niss grumbles, stirring the pasta sauce you had brought over last time.

“How are ya, sweetheart?” Henroin gives you a warm hug, one that is snug and warm and reserved for his unofficially favorite child.

“I’m good, dad. Doing just fine.”

“They’re running you ragged at that hotel.”

“Which means I’m left to pick up the slack,” Niss growls. You pull away from the hug and pull your brother into a forceful hug, just to make him uncomfortable. You were the same height as Niss and a year younger, and as grumpy and infuriating he can be, you always felt the closest to him. You’d like to think he felt the same, considering he scolds you the least. Or maybe that’s just because you’re way stronger than him and you have wrestled him to the ground.

“I know, but I’m doing this for Angel--”

“Anthony,” Niss hisses.

“If he tells me he wants to go by Angel, then I’m calling him Angel.” You narrow your eyes, your irises flashing a dangerous red and your teeth grow into vicious fangs in an instant. Niss rolls his eyes but backs down, trying to hide the shiver that went up his spine.

“I still don’t see how they’re supposed to help him.”

“Neither do I but I genuinely believe that that hotel is his only chance.”

“But why do you have to be there, too?” Your father asks.

“Because I’m the only one who knows how to handle him,” you beam.

“And because she’s dating the Radio Demon,” Molly squeals as she bursts in the kitchen, followed closely by a smirking Angel.

“What?!” Your brother and dad yell.

“I am not dating the Radio Demon, right, Angel?” You stalk over to him and stomp on his foot.

“Ah! Fine, fine. But she’s got him wrapped around her little finger, don’t ya, sis?”

“What the hell does that mean, (Y/N)?” Niss growls. Your father just stares at you, his eyes empty of all emotion but his shoulders are tensed.

“It means nothing. We work together and. That’s. It.” Everyone in the kitchen is staring at you. Angel is smirking, Molly is biting her lip as she holds in a squeal, Niss looks as though he’s about to punch a wall, and your dad is still staring at you. Their eyes are like deadly sunbeams and your body is a wilting flower. You wrap your arms around yourself, wishing the ground would just swallow you up and transport you to Second Hell, or whatever lies beyond this reality. A part of you finds yourself longing for arms to hold you, to wrap around you and shield you. Longing for grey arms in a red suit to protect you.

Oh jeez, maybe you do love him.

“The sauce is burning,” you break the silence and move towards the stove. “Is the pasta ready?”

“Yeah,” Henroin says and brings a bowl of noodles to the already set table. You turn the stove off and slip on two oven mitts to bring over the pot of sauce.

“Sit down,” you command. Your siblings scurry to their seats as your dad and you arrange everything on the table.

Once you’ve all sat and filled your plates (and taken away Angel’s phone), you turn to your dad.

“So what was the big announcement?” You ask.

Henroin swallows, “Not so much of an announcement, more of a request of you and Anth-- Angel. I know this hotel has been good for you,” he says to your brother. “And it sounds like it’s been... good for you too, (Y/N). But I need you to start pulling your weight around here, especially you, (Y/N).”

“Why me?” (Y/N) you ask, sending your father an incredulous look. “I thought I told you I wanted out of all of that nasty business.”

“Because some of our partners respond better to you. You have a way with people, in the way that is below my stature and beyond anything your brother can do.”

“Dad!” Niss yells, offended.

“Shut up. Now listen, (Y/N), you can still stay at the hotel, do whatever the hell it is you do there,” he gives you a pointed look, hinting that he hasn’t forgotten the Radio Demon business.

“But when I need you to attend a meeting or negotiation,” he continues. “I expect you to be there. You owe your family that.”

You look down at your barely-picked-at-plate, having suddenly lost your appetite.

“I’m guessing you have a meeting soon that you think I’d be well-suited for,” you mumble.

“There’s an Overlord we need to do some business with and I finally convinced her to have an audience. But word on the street is that she responds better to friends or women. And since we’re not friends and I’m definitely not sending Molly--”

“Daddy, you wound me!”

“--That leaves you, kid. We’re counting on you.”

You nod your head. The conversation continues, your siblings argue, Henroin gives you details for the meeting but you let it all wash over you like a wave. You actually thought you could finally start living for yourself for once, that you could stop taking care of others. You were wrong.

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The city is alive with the sound of laughing and screaming, but all you can think about is the meeting tomorrow with Rosie, an Overlord and the owner of Rosie’s Emporium. Your eyes are heavy from the chaotic dinner, the three times you had to keep Niss from launching himself across the table at Angel, Molly talking your ear off about some cute man who would be perfect for you, and the new weight that has been added to your shoulders. It takes everything in you not to crash the car on your way home.

When you arrive back at the hotel it’s late at night and somehow Angel has boundless energy. He prances to the door, calling out about some party he’s been invited to by Cherri.

“Angel, it’s a Sunday night,” You scold.

“And? My work doesn’t exactly require me to be up and at em at 8, doll.” He bursts through the doors and immediately goes over to Husk and the bar, probably to pregame. You shuffle your way inside after him, rubbing your temples in an effort to tame the ache developing in your head.

“Oh, darling,” Alastor sings. He dances into the lobby from the kitchen, smile as wide as ever, holding two steaming mugs. Except instead of one of his pristine suits, he is dressed in slacks, suspenders, a shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and a red apron. He looks completely and utterly adorable, and you’re just loving the view of his lithe forearms.

As soon as he heard Angel’s voice bothering Husk, Alastor came running to the lobby with the hot chocolate he had spent hours perfecting. His first batch was too bitter, the second far too sweet for anyone’s liking, and the third was accidentally consumed by Charlie (who is now hiding somewhere in the hotel to avoid his wrath). Plus, he had to endure Charlie’s relentless teasing. But he was certain this would be the perfect cup of liquid goodness to impress his sweetest darling. And judging by your tense shoulders and the stress in the lines of your face, you would definitely be needing something to lift your spirits.

“Goodness, did the dinner not go well?”

You released a deep, exhausted sigh, and lifted your head slowly to meet his eyes. For a moment, Alastor wonders if this might have been the wrong move. You were clearly worn out. You probably just wanted to shut yourself in your room and go to bed and not have anything to do with him and his boyish attempts to woo you. Hot chocolate, really? What was he thinking? Someone like you deserved something lavish, and you would probably scoff at something so simple as a hot drink.

His shoulders deflate at your lack of smile.

“It went about the same as it always did,” you sigh. “Siblings fighting, me saving dinner, my sister trying to set me up with some man.”

Alastor has to restrain the growl bubbling up in his chest.

Your eyes fall to the two mugs in his hands. You sniff the air and smile at the rich scent.

“Is that hot chocolate?”

“Oh... yes, it is.”

“Mm, is there any left?”

“Well of course! I made this cup especially for you, dearest!” He practically shoves the mug into your hands.

You quickly lift the mug to your lips and hope to all that is good and holy that he chalks your blushing cheeks to the heat of the drink.

“Oh, Alastor, this is wonderful. Thank you. I really needed this after the night I had.” You smile up at him, the lines in your face easing immediately. It’s enough to make the Radio Demon’s knees quake.

“You are absolutely welcome...” He pauses. The original plan was to woo you with the drink, whisk you off to a remote corner of the hotel, and attempt to confess his undying love to you. But the yawn you try to stifle almost causes him to deflate. Almost.

“Would like to talk about it, love? I’m all ears! U-Unless you’re too tired. You absolutely do not have to--”

Love. Love. You grip the mug tighter.

“Actually, Alastor, that would be lovely. If you don’t mind.”

Alastor grins.

“Not at all.”

He places a hand on the small of your back and transports you both to the library. He snaps his fingers and a fire lights up the room for you both. You flop onto the couch and Alastor takes a seat beside you, making a point to sidle up to you as you proceed to detail everything about your day.

At first you were rather restrained, convinced that the last thing this important, powerful, strong, kind, considerate, lovely man wanted was to listen to your problems. But as he asked more and more questions, he opened you up like an oyster, waiting patiently for the pearl inside.

“So now I’m meeting with this Rosie tomorrow. Something about transporting her goods across territories.”

“Rosie, you say?”

“Yes. Oh, do you know her?”

“Why yes! She’s an old and dear friend. But, um, quite ruthless towards strangers. You said you’re going alone?”

“Right.”

“Is that... normal? I mean, for you to go alone to meet such dangerous individuals.”

“Oh, yes. I’ve been doing so since I was 18 and alive.”

Alastor chokes on his drink.

“That young?”

“I grew up in the mafia, Al.” You send him a coy smile. “I’m not as defenseless as I look.”

“Oh, I never doubted that, dearest, but... to not have anyone there for support...”

“When you grow up the way I did, you learn not to trust anyone. Not fully at least, and definitely not until you know them well enough.”

“Is that right... Do... Do you trust me, then? Or have I not earned that honor?” Alastor smiles at you but within he is a mess. This is it. The moment you tell him that he’s far too dangerous, too vicious, too disgusting for you to ever let into your life in the way he craves.

“You’re on your way.” You smirk at him and the light floods back into his body. That’s a start.

“So, would you allow me to accompany you tomorrow then?”

“Oh, no, Alastor I could never impose on you like that--” He’s just being polite, you tell yourself. He doesn’t actually want to spend time with you outside of the hotel, isn’t actually concerned with whether you die at the hands of this Rosie.

“Nonsense, my darling.” He leans down, smelling the chocolate on your breath. His nose is so close to yours, your lips just as near to his. He could lean forward just a bit, feign a fall, just for one chance to kiss you like he’s dreamed.

“I would love nothing more than to be your knight in shining armor.”

You smile, “Just to be clear, if you are going to escort me, Alastor. I am no damsel in distress.” You boop his nose and giggle at the hot blush on his cheeks.

“But,” you continue, “I would love nothing more than to have your company tomorrow.”

“Well, then have it you shall, love.”

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staruplatinum · 4 years ago

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So I here your requests are open huh? In that case I would like to request SFW and NSFW headcanons for the three goth men of part 5 (Risotto, Diavolo, and Abbachio) If that’s ok with you :3

they sure are! & hell yes ; the holy gothic trinity 🖤 for the most part this is gender neutral reader, but some parts use female pronouns.

SFW

Risotto

He loves heavy metal, and was into it since he was a child. Besides the obvious metallica, he grew up listening to classic rock bands like Led Zeppelin and then went onto Motley Crüe And a few others!

He’s actually kind of embarrassed of his height, which is why he’s thankful that his stand let’s him ‘blend’ in.

He was raised by his nonna, after his parents (whom were devoted Catholics) gave him up because of his ‘eyes’. They thought it represented the devil.

he was born with white sclera and red iris’, but but because of his stand - his sclera turned black.

He’s pretty good with his hands, and if he wasn’t in the mafia he would have owned a mechanic shop in Sicily.

Diavolo

He genuinely needs a hug. I know this fandom makes him out to be an asshole (and he is) but he has a soft side to him that’s so vulnerable. Sometimes he just wants to be held, he’s being alone for so long.

Since he has endless free time, he often likes to read books on Italian Architecture or history - in fact - he actually has a massive library in his villa.

He really likes animals and bugs! Sometimes when he sends Doppio out on missions, he tells him to bring back any cute beetles or other things he finds. It’s his only “window” to the outside world.

Having grown up with a priest, he has a fond interest in Catholicism and it’s symbolism in Italian culture. Hence why he goes by “Diavolo”. He doesn’t actively practice the religion or pray, for that matter - but he finds solace in the aesthetic of it.

Abbacchio

Abbacchio has strict skincare routine that he follows! He always spends the most on facial scrubs and creams!

Yes, he spends the longest getting ready in the morning. Between his hair, face and makeup!

He waxes all the hair on his body

Abbacchio is actually an amazing cook but he doesn’t tell anyone this. The last thing he needs is Narancia or Mista hounding him for a good meal. It’s a quiet talent he keeps to himself.

He really likes to dress in black/leather and most of his apartment has gothic accessories or furniture!

Animals and him don’t really get along. He’s the type to tell you “no we’re not getting a fucking cat” and then end up cuddling with it every day and buying it a sweater 😔

NSFW

(18+ below the cut!)

Risotto

Risotto is a soft dom. He doesn’t like to be too rough with you, especially considering his size.

He loves kissing you passionately while you ride him - or while he fucks you. He just loves the contrast of deep thrusts and sweet kissing.

He can be a bit ‘harder’ if you want him too, and in that case you better be prepared to take him while he chokes you or pulls your hair.

He LOVES stomach bulges, because of his insustainable size kink.

He likes to reward you! He’s not into hardcore degrading, but he will tease you a bit with how much you moan. With that being said - he’ll also praise you! He loves seeing you blush when he calls you “good girl”

He really likes to creampie you.

Diavolo

He can be extremely rough, and he particularly loves degrading.

He will calll you names, be prepared to hear “puttana” or “troia” a LOT. He will make you feel like you’re nothing more than a cocksleeve to him. “Remember what you’re purpose is, Topolina. You’re here for my pleasure only. Tch. Pathetic”

He likes spitting, and his favourite thing to do is spit on you or in your mouth.

He’s very fond of slapping!! He loves to take you from behind and slap your ass (or use his belt on you) until your ass is beet red.

He likes having you touch yourself while sucking him offf.

He is a master at edging you and over stimulating you. You will be left crying from one or the other.

Abbacchio

Abbacchio is a hard dom, and he isn’t afraid to show you.

He has handcuffs he kept from when he was a cop that he uses to cuff you to the bed frame.

He’s an assman. He loves all body types but at the end of the day he’s far more atttacted to your ass than anything else.

With that being said, expect a LOT of spanks and ass play.

His favourite position is doggy stule, but he isn’t opposed to trying others. He just likes to be the one in control.

He’s really vulgar with his mouth. Hell swear and degrade you a lot - even humiliate you at times. “You like this you fucking slut? You like having my cock buried inside of you like this? Disgusting.”

he really enjoys sloppy blowjobs. seeing your lipstick marks and saliva all over his cock drives him insane.

#vento aureo #risotto nero #not sfw #jojos bizarre adventure #leone abbacchio #diavolo #headcannons #golden wind #gothic trio

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yikesharringrove · 4 years ago

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hello !! may i request billy trying to "woo" steve but hes oblivious to it ? and it gets to a point where nacy is Tired of billy looking like That when steve plays offs his advances and she just decides to help him out with a relucent jonathan ? robin is there too but she isn't gonna say anything bc she loves a good show. thank you !!!

Ao3

Jonathan was sitting on the counter, Nancy leaning on his legs when Billy walked in.

He smiled sheepishly at them, heading towards where Steve was behind the counter, chatting as he rewound tapes. He ducked over into the horror section, re-emerging quickly, obviously knew what he was comin’ in for.

“Oh, Exorcist. I haven’t seen this one. Steve was all smiles as he stood up to help Billy.

“It’s pretty good. Lots a’ gore, and stuff.” Billy side eyed Jon and Nancy, leaning a little further over the counter. “We could watch it together, if you wanted.”

Billy had gotten a nice studio apartment in downtown Hawkins with the government cash out he had gotten from the whole Starcourt ordeal. Steve had helped him move in, hadn’t been back since.

“Sorry, man. Don’t really like horror movies.”

Nancy noted how dejected Billy looked when Steve looked down to punch in the amount on the register. Billy left with a small wave and Nancy reached over to whack Steve in the arm.

“What the hell was that for?” He was pouting at her, rubbing his arm.

“You’re an idiot, Steve Harrington.”

“What’d I do this time?”

“Billy just asked you out!” Steve’s eyes were wide.

“No?”

“Yes.”

“No, he just invited me over. He does that a lot. usually he rents movies I don’t think I would like, though.”

“He wants you to come over and get scared so he can protect you, or whatever.”

“N-no.”

“Yes. He wants to sit on the couch, and put his arm over you, and he wants you to hide your face in his chest when you’re scared literally all guys use that move.” She considered Jonathan for a moment. “Current company excluded.”

“I still don’t think he was asking me out.”

“Billy!” Nancy just so happened to be loitering near his apartment building as Billy was returning from his weekend job at the garage near family video. Billy started when she called his name.

“Uh, hey Nancy.” He was fidgeting with the buttons on his coveralls.

“Look, Steve is sweet, but he’s the most oblivious person on the planet.” Billy tightened his jaw, a shadow of his rough self, his rough pre-Starcourt self.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He tried to push past her, but she just followed him up the stairs.

“I know you were trying to ask him out yesterday.”

“Wasn’t tryna do shit.”

“I don’t care that you’re into him. I want to help you.” She rolled her eyes.

“Help me?” He raised one eyebrow as they crossed into his little apartment, appraising her. “Help me do what?” She turned to him, grinning wide.

“I’m going to help you get him.”

“He likes movies with a lot of adventure. A steady rise and fall of events. So, Indiana Jones, or Conan, or James Bond, all of those. And he loves westerns. He made me watch so many fucking westerns.”

“Sounds like he just likes hot guys.” Nancy rolled her eyes.

“He likes Barbarella, too. He doesn’t have much in the way of an attention span, so things need to be constantly happening. He took me to see Gremlins three times when it came to the Hawk.”

“Okay, so action adventure. Easy enough.”

“Well, he’s also got a big soft spot for sappy romances. And I’m talking the real sappy ones, not like Sixteen Candles, I mean Gone with the Wind, and Breakfast at Tiffany’s, and Cleopatra. He’s a big mushball, and he loves love.” Billy kinda felt like he should be taking notes at this point. “He has all these Italian films from the forties, and he says that’s what he grew up watching, and they’re all very romantic. He loves watching those, because then he’ll translate the whole time, and I think that makes him feel romantic, it’s a whole thing.”

“Wait, he speaks Italian?”

“His mother was born in Italy somewhere. It’s his first language.”

“Shit, I didn’t know that.”

“He’s quite proud of it. He was raised by his grandmother, his nonna, and still knows all of her recipes.”

“That’s cute.” Billy thought for a second. “So, I should invite him over for a movie he’d like, and if I conveniently had all the ingredients for some complicated Italian dish, just like, around, he could be into that?”

Nancy stared at him.

“Wow. You’re just as mushy as he is.”

“Don’t hate.”

“You need to help me.”

“Nance, I just don’t feel like we should get-”

“Of course we should get in the middle of this! Our friends have a chance to be happy, together.” Jonathan huffed.

“Nancy, be honest with me. Are you just trying to do this because you genuinely want Billy and Steve to be happy, or because you still feel guilty about everything that happened with Steve?” Her mouth dropped open.

“I, I don’t-no.” She shook her head. “Of course not.” Jonathan raised an eyebrow at her. “No, Jon. I want them to be happy.”

“Okay, but I still don’t think we should interfere.”

“Of course we should. You saw them the other day, they cannot do this themselves. I’ve already talked to Billy.”

“You already-Nancy.” He gave her a look.

“What? I’m helping.” He rolled his eyes.

“Nancy’s making me talk to you.” Jonathan kept his voice monotone.

“Um, about what?” Steve was reshelving tapes, Jonathan following behind him with the box full.

“About Billy.”

“What about Billy?”

“She wants to help you two get together.” Steve laughed.

“I know she means well, but he does not like me like that.”

“She seems to think he does. Apparently, she’s already talked to Billy. They’ve got a whole plan.”

“A plan? What do you mean?”

“She told him all of your favorite movies and they’re idea is that you’ll go to his place and you’ll cook dinner together and watch a movie.”

Steve’s eyes were big when he looked up at Jonathan.

“Wait he, there’s actually a plan?” He was picking at the peeling sticker on a Cinderella tape. “What are we gonna cook?”

“I don’t know. Billy said he’s just gonna get a bunch of vague Italian shit, his words, and he’s hoping you’ll take over from there.” Steve smiled to himself.

“Um, you think you could get him a list? So he doesn’t just have to buy stuff.” Jonathan furrowed his brows.

“Wait so, you’re good with this?”

“I mean, it’s kinda, it’s kinda sweet.”

“So, her plan worked?”

“Well, I still gotta go on the date.” Steve returned to shelving tapes.

“But, you’re going?”

“Yeah. If he asks.”

“Get me a grocery list. And believe me, he’ll ask.”

Steve had picked one of his favorite recipes, giving Jonathan a list to casually slip to Billy.

He had been waiting all week for Billy to come back, rent some movie he loves, and ask him over.

But it had been days since he had spoken with Jonathan.

And he was losing hope.

“What’s up, Mopey?” Robin was fake pouting at him.

“Billy hasn’t been in in a while. Is all.” Steve shrugged, tried to act all casual.

Robin rolled her eyes.

“Missing your boyfriend?”

“Shut up.” His face was red as he mumbled. “Nancy and Jonathan kinda, they kinda made a plan, and I think he’s just, I think Billy’s not actually gonna go through with it.” She sighed.

“Look, I told Nancy I was not gonna get mixed up in this, but, he likes you, Dingus. He’s not backing out, he’s not blowing you off. Take a breath.”

“I’m just, I care about him, you know? He’s been through a lot. I don’t wanna fuck it up.” Steve was scuffing his foot against the ground, watching it intently. “I always fuck it up.”

“Hey, it’s just one date. And maybe there’ll be a next, and a next, but for now, take the date. Have a good night.”

Jonathan was back on the counter, watching Billy psych himself up outside.

He was hoping from foot to foot, obviously practicing everything he was gonna say.

Steve was being very good at not making eye contact with everyone.

The bell above the door made a loud sound as Billy shoved it open.

He stared at his feet as he hid himself in one of the aisles.

Steve gave Nancy a panicked look.

“Breathe,” She hissed at him. He took a few deep breaths in and out of his mouth, his eyebrows scrunched together.

A few minutes later, just as Steve had calmed himself down, Billy came back out of the aisle, a few different tapes in his hands.

He set the tapes down, giving Steve a nice smile, a real smile.

“Hey, Bill.” Steve wasn’t even looking at the tapes.

“Hi, Pretty Boy.” Steve flushed. “What’re you up to tonight?”

It was painful, watching the two of them dance around one another. Billy didn’t know Steve was in on the plan, didn’t know Steve was fucking vibrating and the speed of sound for Billy to ask him out.

“Um, nothing much. Just gonna go home.”

Nancy slapped Jonathan’s leg, pulling him into one of the aisles, spying on the two from around the shelf. Robin stayed sitting behind Steve, snapping her gum.

“You could come over, if you want. Watch one a’ these.” Steve finally looked down at the tapes, brightening up right away.

“I love Barbarella.”

“That’s ‘cause you’re a human.” Steve laughed as he punched in the amount. There were beginning to fall into a rhythm, Steve picking up the next tape.

“Oh shit.” He was holding the Sound of Music tape like it was made of gold. “I used to really love this movie.”

“We can watch it, if you want. I’ve never seen it.” Steve looked at him like he had an extra head.

“You’ve never seen it? Billy, what the fuck? We’re so watching this tonight.” He picked up the last tape.

“That one I got for me.”

“I uh, I didn’t even know this movie existed.” He was staring wearily at the mutant on the front, tracing the font spelling out Forbidden World.

“Oh Pretty Boy, you’d hate it.” Steve laughed. He took Billy’s neat bills, practiced hands made quick change.

Their hands brushed as Steve passed over the coins.

“You want me to bring anything? Tonight?”

“Just yourself.”

“Nothing for dinner?”

“I mean, I got some stuff. If you wanna, like, make something.” Billy was fidgeting with the tapes.

“Yeah, I, uh, I really like cooking. We could, like, cook together.”

“I’d like that.” Steve gave Billy one of his sunshiniest smiles. Made Billy melt a little. “What time you get off?”

“Five.”

“Be over as soon as you can, then.”

“Okay. Yeah, I’ll be there.”

“It’s a date then, Stevie.” Steve was grinning like he had won the fucking lottery. Billy gave him a stupid little two finger salute, nearly ramming into the glass door on this way out.

Steve waited until Billy was safely out of view of the storefront windows before he lost his shit.

He was wiggling around like the happiest little worm, Nancy coming out of hiding to give him a hug.

Robin snapped her gum at him when he tried to get near her, so he hugged Nancy again.

“Hey, thank you guys. For, for everything.” Jonathan clapped him on the back.

“No problem, man. Just do us all a favor, and get laid.”

#I almost never write post season 3 that isnt a #they burned it out of Billy au #cause I lowkey fucking hate most of that season lol #yikes writes #steve harrington #billy hargrove #steve harrington x billy hargrove #billy hargrove x steve harrington #harringrove #harringrove fic #harringrove ficlet #harringrove drabble

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alleycat97 · 4 years ago

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Veronica×mc where they make out in Veronica's home for the request? I honestly love your writing! Thank you very much ❣️

Sorry it’s late but yes💅🏻

Kinda dirty, little bit of language but that’s what makes it good right?

MC(Bea) x Veronica

...

Christmas Break had arrived for the Belvoire students and that meant one month away from that hell hole. No more rankings, no more kissing ass, one month to be yourself, but that was never really easy if you were in the top 10. Someone was always watching you. But Bea tried to push past that thought as for the first time ever, she was going to Massachusetts to spend some holiday time with her girlfriend Veronica.

“You live here?” Bea said in awe as Veronica pulled into the driveway.

“No I just show up and raid the house on special occasions...of course I live here.” Veronica teased.

“I was just asking jeez.” Bea started pouting.

“Oh here let me fix that.” Veronica tried to kiss her girl all better but Bea noticed the front door open and she wanted to show a good example so she pulled away.

The two girls were met by Veronica’s parents, Thomas and Cecily. Bea could tell immediately where V got her looks from, she looked identical to her mother.

“Hello darling welcome home.” Her parents greeted, “Ah, you must be Bea, Veronica has spoken a lot about you.”

“Hopefully it was all good things, but yes I am Bea. Thank you for having me. You have a gorgeous home.”

“Very respectful and has a great taste, she’s a keeper V.” Thomas teased ushering the girls in.

“I know you aren’t here long Bea, but we’ve managed to clear out a guest room just for you.” Cecily spoke motioning for the butler to gather their stuff.

“It’s rather odd I know, a house with 11 bedrooms, you would think we wouldn’t have to clean out the spare storage room. But we have a large family joining us for Christmas you see.” Thomas said striding over to his mini bar.

“Oh guys you didn’t have to do that. Bea can sleep with me.” Veronica said knowing it would fall on deaf ears.

“We thought about that. And we do trust you sweetie, but you know how your grandparents are. They aren’t as accepting as we are. If they knew you two were sharing a room as a couple...”

“Mom Jesus it’s not that big of a deal. It’s 2020 not 1920. Nonna and Nonno can just deal when they get here.” Veronica protested.

“Absolutely not, now run along with Edward and you two wash up for dinner.” Cecily added turning her attention to the drink Thomas made for her.

Veronica bypassed her room and went to check out the room her parents setup for Bea.

“This is outrageous! It’s nothing but a broom closet with a bed. You don’t even have good WiFi in here! How are you supposed to watch my streams in here?” Veronica hissed.

“It’s ok babe. All I’m doing is sleeping in here. Plenty of room for that.” Bea said trying to find the silverlining.

“Yeah but not much else!”

“Well I figured since it’s balls ass cold outside we won’t be out much, so I figured we would be in your room most of the time.” Bea started. Veronica starting to smirk.

“Mmmhm and that makes you fair game.”

“V we talked about this. I don’t wanna get caught doing that the first time meeting your family. Especially under their roof.”

“Blah blah always so formal with you.”

“What’s gotten into you?”

“Obviously not you.” V replied. “Before you leave for Iowa. I. Will. Fuck. You. Brainless.”

Bea swallowed hard. She knew that tone. Veronica was harmless, but when she wasn’t getting what she wanted, she would ruin anything to get it. And that anything was Bea.

“Now come on. Nonna and Nonno will be here any minute. And the rest of the Lombardi clan. Pick out something hella cute and here, you’ll need this.”

“Where the hell did you get this glass of wine?” Bea asked perplexed.

“I’m Italian, always gotta stay ready.

...

Dinner came and went without much issue. Veronica’s grandparents were sweet, old school Italians but they were nice to her.

Apparently no one else knew that Bea was Veronica’s girlfriend. Her younger brother kept complaining about how much hotter her other friends are and the fact that he was indeed marrying Chloe when he got old enough. Bea didn’t mind, she just figured Veronica wasn’t ready to fully come out to everyone.

It was late and mostly everyone went to their rooms. Bea slipped into her broom closet and changed into her usual sleep attire. Well lets just say it wasn’t enough. The little room had no vent for the heat to get into so it was teeth chattering cold. And to make it worse, Veronica was in her room live-streaming dropping hints to her Veronicats about Bea and how she could use some “play time.”

Veronica could be a sex nympho and Bea knew she better please her woman or else she would be dead by daylight. Her phone began to go off, it was V.

“Hello?”

“Get your ass in my bed now. You have 4 minutes or I’m coming to get you and you won’t get to cum this time.”

“Dudeee that’s not fair! Your grandma is sitting in the hallway sewing! She will know.” Bea protested.

“Get creative Winchester, you have 3 minutes.” Veronica ended the call. Bea was in some shit because Veronica would hold true to her word. She would get fucked real good but she wouldn’t let her release. So unfair.

Bea eased out into the dim lit hall and made it close to Veronica’s door.

“The bathroom is down the hall and on the right.” Veronica’s grandma called out in rough English, scaring the shit out of Bea.

“Oh! Well thank you!” She replied shakily. “Fuck I’m screwed!” She whispered.

Her phone vibrated, “2 minutes.”

Bea stepped into the bathroom and began to panic, “Think Bea!” She looked around the bathroom and saw a small window above the sink, “You’ve gotta be kidding me.”

Bea opened the window and started to squeeze out onto the roof. Her hips and butt we’re giving her a test, “Come on Bea you cow! I knew I shouldn’t have eaten that extra piece of cake.” Bea finally squeezed through and fell onto the snow covered roof. It was freezing outside.

Her little booty shorts and crop top weren’t doing anything for her. She quickly closed the window a bit and carefully treaded down the roof line and made it to the right window.

To her surprise it was unlocked and she flopped into Veronica’s room like a fresh caught tuna flopping around on the deck.

“Fuck it’s cold!” Bea said shivering trying to get warm. She turned her attention to a very clothless Veronica waiting on the bed, “You’re late.”

Bea internally shattered. It wasn’t fair. “Babe look, it wasn’t....”

“Save it, get over here and please me.”

Unfair or not, Dom Veronica was so fucking hot. Bea would gladly be a puddle of goo for her.

Bea climbed on top of Veronica and began kissing around on her. Their mouths meeting frequently and their tongues fought for dominance. Bea was quickly warming back up.

A little time had passed and Veronica’s grandmother decided to go and check on Bea. She knocked a few times and received no reply. Worried, she shuffled down to Veronica’s room and lightly knocked before entering.

Veronica and Bea, too busy tongue dancing and touching each other to hear the knock, didn’t notice her enter. It didn’t take much however to hear the shriek of Italian coming from the older woman.

“Veronica! Cosa diamine stai facendo?!” (What the heck are you doing?)

The two girls pulled apart and covered themselves up. Not daring to meet the older woman’s gaze.

“Nonna! It’s no big deal!” Veronica pleaded.

“Sto cercando i tuoi genitori!” (I’m getting your parents!)

Oh shit. They both thought, the girls quickly threw what clothes on they could find and Veronica tucked herself back in, Bea giving her a goodnight kiss before booking it back to her broom closet.

Veronica’s parents made it to her room and of course her grandmother barged back in shouting.

Veronica acted like the intrusion woke her up, she sat up rubbing her eyes in confusion.

“Mama, calm down. There’s no one here?” Cecily answered.

Her grandmother was determined to convince her daughter about what had happened but Cecily played it off. “Mama I told you that medication was messing with your head. Let’s go get you in bed. Sorry V, sweet dreams.” Her mother said with a knowing wink.

Yep, Veronica had a badass mom. Sure, she would have to answer for this fiasco in the morning, but she was saved this time.

She shot a quick text to Bea, “I’m not finished with you yet. Double or nothing, 2 minutes, my room.”

Veronica could literally hear Bea hit the floor trying to hurry back, “God I love her.”

#playchoices #pixelberry #queen b mc #queen b veronica #veronica lombardi #veronica x mc #queen b choices

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msilwrites · 5 years ago

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Marriage

A/N: There’s a pile of work in my desk... having a bit of writer’s block too. Maybe give me a bit of ideas? hehehe I mean... what do you wanna see? message me in the comments or directly. I’d love to hear from you!

I forgot to mention earlier, a part of the female lead’s character has based on ‘Fleabag’ (the dry-wit part only...)

This story is the continuation of ‘The Beginning of A Marriage’

Genre: Action/ Drama / Comedy

Sandro Balestreri - Michele Morrone

Tilly McLeod - is an original female character

Will McLeod - Liam Neeson

Henry McLeod - Henry Cavill

Marriage

After what seemed to be an eternity, to Sandro’s relief, the interview was finally over. He watched as Tilly and the journalist, Lauren converse. The latter was giving the former a peek on the article that will be published.

“Sandro? do you wanna see?” Tilly called, holding the draft article.

“What for?” Sandro asked. Every time he was interviewed, never did have a look at drafts articles like Tilly does. It appears that she did have some sort of power for her to have such privilege

“It’s alright... I am sure whatever is written will be good,” was his quick reply. He was not interested in whatever was written in it. He was sure Tilly would have already asked the publication to modify anything that doesn’t sound right.

**********

“It is my great honour and happy privilege to introduce to you, Mr and Mrs Alessandro and Mathilda Balestreri! Let us raise our glasses and offer them the warmest welcome!” TIlly’s brother, Henry announced from outside the courtyard of the villa where the reception is ongoing.

Much to Tilly’s surprise, Sandro’s arm snaked around her waist, and pulled her closer to him, as they got out of the double doors. The guests cheered loudly and raised the glasses as they entered the opulent courtyard.

When they reached their table, Sandro, trying to be a gentleman, pulls the chair for Tilly to sit on.

“Thank you, Sandro” was her quick response, before she sits down in relief. It had been a long day, and she was hungry. She stifled a yawn and stopped herself from gobbling all of the food that was slowly placed in front of her by the servers. She knew the food will be good because she was the one who tasted them and chose it all by herself.

“Buon Appetito, Everyone!” Henry announces, before going back to his respective table.

Tilly secretly thank the gods, as she picked up the aperitif and drank it. It’s sweet taste, turning acidic as it went down her throat, an obvious indication of hunger. When she finished the aperitif, she tried to reach of the antipasto at the centre of the table, but stopped when Sandro placed a few finger foods on her plate.

“You must be really hungry to drink your apertivo at one go... eat... you’ve worked hard...” he said, referring to her organizing the engagement and wedding almost single handedly. Besides, his brother-in-law had warned him earlier never to let Tilly go hungry. Henry claimed that ‘A hungry Tilly is not a nice Tilly’.

She smiled at him and uttered a word of thank you, before munching the food the her husband placed on her plate.

When the main course came, much to Sandro’s surprise, it was a familiar dish from childhood that his Nonna cooked for him. He looked at his wife and wondered how did she ever get hold of a recipe that only belonged to the family.

“Is there a problem?” She asked, stopping half-way her meal, upon seeing her husband look at her.

“How did you--” before he can finish, she quickly interjected.

“Oh, I asked your Nonna about this” she said, pertaining to his grandmother who sat with his Tio and Tia, enjoying her meal.

“But why?” he asked, still confused.

“Why what?” was her reply.

“Why would you do that?”

“Oh... well, I was hoping that you’ll have something to be happy about at the end of the day...”

“ But I am happy...” he said, it felt weird that despite this being an arranged marriage, he felt happy.

“Oh, then good!” Tilly smiled, before slicing her fish.

“ Tilda? why are you doing this?” he asked once more, using a name that her parents call her when they have something serious to tell her. But to her surprise, it sounded different when Sandro calls her ‘Tilda’. It had some sort of affection there that she couldn’t point out.

“ Do what? you mean eat? because I’m hungry, Sandro!” was her quick reply, before putting a piece of the fish in her mouth.

Sandro chuckled, but didn’t let dry-wit of hers distract him. “I mean why would you do this?” he said, pointing at every detail, and the fish dish he loved so much as a child.

“Oh, that’s because I am your wife... you may not love me, but we are a family now, and It may be an arranged union but it never meant that we shouldn’t be considerate or be hostile or that we couldn’t be nice to each other, or have harmony, Am I right?” was her answer. “Besides, it’s a small thing”. she added.

Sandro smiled, and nodded. Satisfied with his wife’s answer. Though she wasn’t 'tempting’ enough for him, nor could he really imagine himself in bed with her and get physically intimate, it never meant that they couldn’t be civil and cordial towards each other. After all, marriage is not purely based on lust or physical attraction for it to work.

The time came for their first dance, Tilly looked at him “You know, you don’t have to do this?” she mentions, as she held up her hand, signalling her brother Henry from afar to hold the announcement of the bride and groom’s first dance.

“Tilda, it’s not a problem, come...” he says, holding his hand out for her to take.

She looks at him and tried to peruse the expression on his face. He seemed sincere and not wanting to embarrass him, she finally takes his hand and allows him to lead her to the dance floor.

The piano began playing the introduction of the song sweetly with light notes, and then the orchestra followed after, with cellos giving depth to the melody.

‘We’ve only just begun....’

Sandro arched a brow, hearing the familiar tune. “This is an old song?!” he states, as he took Tilly into his arms and swayed her into a waltz.

“Yes it is...” was her simple answer.

“Why did you choose this?” he was curious. After all he knew the meaning of the song.

“Well... I thought it was appropriate...” was her quick reply. She knew he’d be asking him that.

“Why so?”

“Well, I don’t think I or you can imagine dancing to cheesy love song, or just a simple love song. So I picked something neutral and classy?” it was a reasonable response that he actually smiled in agreement. After all, they literally ‘just begun’.

Feeling a little bit mischievous, without telling Tilly, Sandro suddenly pulled her a little bit closer and without warning lifts, her a few inches off the ground and, spun her around the dancefloor. Her eyes narrowed at him, and he even caught her rolling her eyes. Afterwards, he abruptly puts her down, expecting her to lose her balance, and that he would have to catch her. However, much to his surprise, Tilly gracefully lands and spins, the long hem of her trumpet dress swirled elegantly with her. She looked elegant and lovely, and Sandro was fascinated, not only that, it also caught the attention of the guest, which made them cheer and applause.

(This GIF doesn’t do it justice, but she did twirl)

Sandro smiles and gently pulls her back into his arms, the rest of the guest, finally joining the open dance floor and crowding it.

“I didn’t know that you were such a great dancer?!” he comments.

“ No, I don’t know how to really dance... I don’t dance much...” she said honestly. In fact, she only recently learned how to waltz and its proper footwork.

“Really now... then what was that just now?”

“That’s called ‘self-preservation’...” she said dryly, and he laughed. She did her best to save herself from hitting her husband’s face with her forehead or falling down flat on her face on the dance floor, embarrassing herself. And she did it quite well.

“ I’m sure you had a bit of practice!” he teased.

“Right... three times a day before the wedding, with my imaginary partner...” was her dry response, but this made his throw his head back laughing, making other at the dancefloor stare at him, wondering what made him laugh so loud. He can’t believe that his actually enjoying his wife’s deadpan humour.

**********

Sandro sighed in relief, as they bid their goodbyes to their guest. When all had left, him and his wife walked back to their ancestral home. They were to remain there for a day, and return back to his home the next. In fact, his villa wasn’t far from the ancestral house. But he was just too tired to pack-up and drive back with his wife, and he was sure it was the same with her.

Because Tilly had gone up to her room first, the hallways were quiet and empty. The servants were still busy packing up the reception area. So he decided to get himself a little snack in the the kitchen. Much to his surprise, he found Tilly there, already dressed in her dark blue chinoiserie pajamas. She looked and smelled fresh like citrus, an obvious indication that she had just showered. Her face was bare and had no makeup on, despite that, she didn’t look ghastly at all.

Sandro smiles as he approached and sat at the adjacent chair. He looked at what she was munching on and pulled his bow tie in one go.

He looked at one corner to find hot milk with vanilla and cinnamon, and a few slices of toasted bread with jam and peanut butter. She had been considerate enough without telling him and he was grateful.

“Thank you, Tilda!” he says, as he unbuttons two buttons of his crisp white shirt. Tilly looked at him and nodded, and went back to eating afterwards.

“We’re going back at 11 tomorrow, so if your not yet done packing, tell me, so we can delay it...” he says as he takes the remaining bread and milk.

“That’s fine... but I was hoping I can have my breakfast first, would that be alright?” she requested. She was not a jovial person in the morning without her breakfast.

“Yes, of course!” he says, finding his wife’s request reasonable. “What time do you usually wake up? and what do you want for breakfast?” he asked, suddenly his brother-in-law’s advice crossing his mind. ‘A hungry Tilly is not a nice Tilly...’

“I’m fine with anything, as long as I get my cup of tea... preferably lapsang suchong” she mentions.

“Not earl grey?” he said, a little surprised. It was not the typical british choice.

“No, I need the kick in the morning... I brought some tea bags if you don’t have them...” she says, as she eats her last piece of bread.

“You came prepared...” Sandro chuckled.

“ Of course, If I won’t get my kick, I’ll kick you in the morning instead...” she jokingly and Sandro laughed. “Well, it’s past my bedtime, I’ll see you tomorrow morning at 9:30...” she adds, and stands up from her sit.

“Good night, my lady...” he says with a fake english accent, mimicking Tilly’s.

Tilly replied with a grunt and brushed it off as she left the kitchen. He watched his wife as she headed back upstairs to her room. Though this marriage is not what he expected, he was very sure that it would not be so boring and that Tilly will be a good wife.

By the way, if you want to read the previous story, here it is, ‘The Beginning of a Marriage’

A/N: I will be editing this because I probably have made a number of grammatical errors. I hope you enjoyed the story. FYI. It will be a series of one shots. Guys, if you have ideas, I’d love to hear them... currently, I’m having writer’s block (TT____TT)

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lady-moonbroch · 5 years ago

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Ikevamp suitors react to MC falling asleep in their clothes??

Hello hello my dear! I am so very sorry to have you waiting so long for this, hopefully it’s good enough to make up for the delay! Thank you for your patience and your nice request! ❤️

P.S. you can find the lullaby Leonardo sings here.She was done with her daily chores and roamed through the corridors of the mansion listlessly. Her beloved had to leave to town for some business and the time apart from him had a toll on her. Loneliness kept building up in her chest and before she could think twice her feet lead her to his room. She opened the closet devoutly and grazed her fingers from her lover’s garments. She took hold of one of his shirts and inhaled deeply, craving to bring his presence as near to her as possible. She stripped herself of her clothes and wore his instead, a familiar scent engulfing her in a ghostly embrace. She laid herself on his bed to rest her body from the weary chores she busied her mind with, but ended up falling deep into Orpheus cradle. Moments later the door of the room slowly creaked open, her beloved standing at the door:Napoleon: his slightly shocked countenance turned into one of affection as he gazed at her sleeping form. He rid himself of his cape and joined her in bed as quietly as he could, trapping her in a loving embrace. He fell asleep with his beloved in his arms, smiling tenderly in excitement for the sleepy kisses that he would give his nunuche when dawn would break.Jean: he never would have thought the sight of her in his white shirt would be so entrancing. He made his way towards the bed soundlessly, his mind in a state of ecstasy, at long last able to drink at the sight of her. He sat beside her on the bed, his hand hesitantly ghosting over her cheek. The creek and the sinking of the mattress cause her to wake up, her face quickly brightened by a joyful smile at the sight of her love finally beside her. He bend down and kissed her eyelids as his hands traced the curve of her cheek and the arc of her smile.Mozart: he always dreaded the thought of someone laying even a hand on anything that belonged to him, but her…oh he could never mind her. She looked elysian in his white shirt, her body lighting up a burning desire inside him as it laid there on his bed, dressed in his clothes. His lips turned into a devilish smirk as he slowly sauntered towards the bed, his lover slowly waking up from her sleep. “Wearing my cloths and sleeping on my bed, huh? I expect you’ll make the sweetest music for me, in order to repent” he cooed, his fingertip tracing her jawline.Leonardo: it took a moment to notice her in the chaos that prevails in his room. His gilded gaze lit up with an affectionate heat and he made his way to the bed. His “cara” looked so beautiful and peaceful in her sleep, thus he decided to simply drape his long coat over her body and watch over her until she woke up. He combed his fingers through her hair, softly murmuring an old itallian lullaby: “Noo... nonna nonna, la bimba mia l'angelo l'addormenta. Noo..., se l'addormenta adesso che è piccolina, quando diventa grande s'addormenta da sola.”Arthur: he was initially surprised to find her there, but his love for her only swelled in his chest as he carefully walked towards her, mapping every detail of her body, covered by his shirt. She was holding one of his ascot’s close to her nose, attempting to summon his memory by his scent he thought. His wide smile mirrored in his eyes as he leaned down and pepper her face with light kissed, chuckling at her dumbfounded expression of his sudden return.Isaac: he was in utter shock to find her on his bed wearing his clothes, reminiscent of their nights together were she would wear his shirt after he made love to her. His cheeks glowed crimson and his breath hitched at his throat, all the while he struggled to think what he should do. Her soft chuckle snapped him from his thoughts and his eyes grew wide as she beaconed him to join her in bed. He nervously approached and sat on her bed, engulfed in her soft embrace before he could utter a word. He smiled to himself. “I missed you too” he thought.Theo: his sky blue eyes met her sleepy half-opened ones as he opened the door. She was sleeping in his bed wearing his clothes, too large for her smaller figure, her hair slightly tousled from sleep. She looked divine. He chuckled deviously and it made her gulp. “Such a good hondje. Waiting for her master to come home” he purred with a dangerous glint in his eyes as his hand gently reached for the leash. An audible gulp escaped her, but her excitement glint like a jewel in her eyes.Vincent: he remained standing at the doorstep, his eyes wondering every part of her in his scarf and shirt, so beautiful and peaceful in her sleep. He approached as quietly as he could and began to draw her on a blank canvas, eager to capture this moment with his brush. It took a few moments for her to wake and find her beloved painter absorbed in his work. When he noticed she was awake he graced her with a smile, brighten than a sun in a cloudless day and briskly drew near her to capture her lips in an affectionate kiss. Her cheeks flushed bright red at the sight of her “unconscious” portrait but her heart swelled with happiness to have her loved one back.Dazai: he led himself inside his room with quiet steps, as always, yet on turning himself around a blissful surprise waited for him. His beautiful lover laid curled up on his futon, his haori tightly wrapped around her, embracing her curves deliciously. A sinister smile tugged at his lips as he approached her sleeping form, sitting himself beside her and letting his fingers slowly uncover the skin of her shoulder. Her brilliant eyes fluttered open and shone even brighter at the sight of him. Her eyes narrowed with affection as she flung herself on her beloved, toppling over him as she wrapped her arms around her neck. A chuckle rumbled in his chest he caressed her hair, happy to once more feel her warmth spread on his skin and straight inside his core. “Such eagerness to see me, little one?” he sweet voice called, as he slowly slipped his haori of her shoulders.Comte de Saint-German: the days away from her were heart-wrenching and even colder, so he could not hide his excitement when he entered the mansion. As he opened the door to his room, he was pleasantly surprised with the sight of his lover sleeping with his long coat draped over her otherwise naked body. He smiled tenderly and kneeled beside her bed to trail soft, featherlight kisses on her brows, eyelids, nose and cheeks before finally waking up with a kiss on her lips. “I have returned, mon cherié” he whispered softly as her eyes slowly open.Sebastian: it was rare for him to be away from the mansion at all and the lack of her presence took a toll in his spirit. He politely regarded the residents of the mansion as he made his way to his room. Upon opening the door his heart leaped at his throat. The sudden sound of the silver handles creaking had awaken his lover from her sleep, her sleepy eyes struggling to focus. Their eyes widened in sync with their smile as they both ran towards each other meeting half-way in a tight embrace. He kissed her deeply, murmuring how much he missed her between his breaths. He broke the kiss and took a step back, wanting to marvel at how enticing she looked in his shirt. He smirked with delight as he turned around to lock the door, so no one would interrupt.Shakespear: being the only resident of Le Comte living alone he didn’t quite expect to find a slumbering visitor, his fair maiden dressed in his shirt and coat, her bosom heaving with even breaths. He smiled widely as he walked briskly towards the couch, his plays splayed upon the table, neatly stacked. He leaned down and took a lock of his lover’s hair, pressing it to his lips softly. Her doe-like eyes fluttered slightly as she slowly rose from the couch, her eyes glimmering with tears of happiness as she pressed her forehead to his. She took both her hands in his and pressed soft kisses on each knuckle, his mellow voice flowing with words of love and adoration, a bard finally reunited with his muse.

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loveisthemoment · 6 years ago

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Eleonora drops in on Edo and his nonna

It was Saturday afternoon. Edoardo’s nonna had just planned to drop off some cookies, and say hi to her favorite grandchild. Unfortunately for her, Edo hadn’t been able to shut up about his girlfriend. So here she was now 3 hours later listening to Edo talking about Eleonora. She had never seen him so happy, it was like a whole new Edo. She really wanted to meet this girl, that was able to make her grandchild so happy. If it made him so happy to just talk about her, she would gladly listen to him for hours, and hours

“So Edoardo, when are you going to introduce me to this special girl”

“I’ll talk to her, maybe next week” He gave his nonna one of his famous cheeky smiles. He so badly wanted his nonna to meet Eleonora, but the timing wasn’t the best.

“Here let me show you a picture first” He took out his phone and showed the most perfect picture he had of her. She was standing in the garden looking at the flowers with such a big and genuine smile. She didn’t know Edo had taken the picture, it was a secret. She had looked so beautiful he just couldn’t resist.

“She is a real beauty. You have to take good care of her my child. I can tell it’s not easy to find someone like her”

“I will. You have no idea how I struggled just to get her attention. She even left for a year. She is only one of a kind, I would never hurt her.”

“You really like her I see. I hope she treasures you too. You only deserve the best.”

The doorbell suddenly rang. Edo looked slightly confused, who could it be at this hour. He looked at his nonna to see if she had called someone, but she looked just as confused.

“I’ll check to see who it is” He walked to the door, and when he opened it he could hardly believe who was standing in front of him. Eleonora stood there almost soaked from the rain. She looked so small and vulnerable, almost sad.

“Hi, Filo is having some friends over and I needed to get out of there, and I ended up here. Am I intruding” Edo wondered how she could even think she was intruding? She was always welcomed at his place. But before he could answer his nonna interrupted.

“Edoardo, who is it” she called from the living room.

“Oh, you are busy I guess I should leave” Eleonora was just about to leave when Edo pulled her inside.

“Ele your soaked. I’m not letting you leave in this weather. It’s only my nonna, who I have been dying to introduce you to. But if you don’t feel like meeting her now, I will ask her to leave okay.” He gently stroked her cold arms, while looking straight into her beautiful green eyes. She cracked a small smile.

“I would love to meet her. Might I just borrow some clothes first, These are soaked” Edo let out a soft chuckle, he couldn’t believe that he had her here in his arms. She was the most beautiful thing ever.

“Of course you can. You can find them yourself, right. I will prepare my nonna for meeting the most precious thing in my life” She gave him a big smile.

“I’ll manage” he gave her a soft kiss on the forehead before he went back to the living room. Eleonora couldn’t believe how lucky she actually was to have him in her life.

“Edoardo who was it. You shouldn’t leave me hanging. Or are you into some shady business that you don’t want me to know?” She gave him a look that said if found out your lying, you won’t get any more cookies.

“Nothing nonna I swear. I just have a very special person to introduce you to. I wasn’t sure she was ready to meet you”

“Is this special person perhaps the one we talked about earlier?”

“Perhaps” he had such a big smile on. he couldn’t wait for them to meet. The two most important people in his life.

Eleonora was half scared and half excited to meet Edo’s nonna. What if she didn’t like her. She slowly walked towards the living room, heard how Edo and his nonna talked, and were happy. What if she ruined it. Still, she took the last steps into the room.

“Oh my. Your even more beautiful than Edoardo described” Suddenly she felt really shy, Edo had talked about her to his nonna. Edo went up to her and put his hand around her waist.

“Eleonora this is my nonna. Nonna this is Eleonora my girlfriend” He sounded so proud to call her his girlfriend.

“Nice to meet you”

“Don’t stand around dear come sit. I wanna know about my grandchild's girlfriend” Eleonora carefully followed Edoardo to the sofa.

“I heard a lot about you from Edoardo, but everything he has told me doesn’t count up to the real you. You are a real beauty. Edoardo treats you good right” She cast Edo a side glance with the silent words if you have hurt her you won’t get away. You need to treat a lady right. Eleonora couldn’t help but chuckle a little, Edo looked almost offended.

“He treats me alright” She decided to tease him a little,

“Hey, how do I only treat you alright” He tickled her a little from the side as a punishment.

“Edoardo is that how you treat a lady I’m disappointed. I thought I raised you better. He is a little rude right” Edo’s nonna decided to join Eleonora's teasing. She had that mischevious glint in her eye.

“Nonna”

“Yhea, he could use some help in that department” He started tickling Elonaora even more. She started laughing.

“I give up, why are you ganging up on me,” Edo said while tickling Elonora.

“It’s our duty as women, to stand up for each other” His grandmother answered.

“Exactly, Edo it’s our duty. Stop tickling me now” Ele said in between laughs.

“I give up. I’m gonna get something to drink. So you two women can continue to gang up on me” He got up and started walking towards the kitchen.

“Your not mad at me right,” Eleonora said with a pout. He turned around and looked at her with the softest eyes.

“How could I be mad at you for something like that” He then turned around and walked towards the kitchen.

“You really like my grandchild right” Ele’s attention shifted back to his nonna.

“Yhea, he is probably the best thing that happened to me. He makes me feel safe, loved and most of all the gives me strength. Nobody has ever cared for me the way he does.”

“He deserves someone like you. His childhood hasn't been easy. You are the first person I have seen that makes him so happy, so tell me what made him win you over”

“Hmm, maybe your cookies. He brought them to our first date”

“He told me you really like my cookies. What do you say, wanna learn how to make them someday”

“I would love to”

“Then we can also talk more about my stubborn grandchild and I can show you some cute baby photos. Do not tell him I said that”

“I promise I won’t”

“Here take my number. You can always call me if something comes up with Edoardo. I will talk some sense into him. You can also talk to me about any problem you have. See me as your own nonna” She held out her phone to Ele. She couldn’t help but smile. Edo’s nonna was so sweet. She wished she grew up with one, but her family life had always been so complicated.

“Thank you I will make sure to remember that”

“Well, I better take my leave now, if I wanna get home before it gets too dark.” She started to get up just as Edoardo came back with a glass of water.

“I left for like a minute and as soon as I get back your leaving. Did you talk bad about me” He gave them a smug smile, clearly knowing they got along really great.

“Well, that is a secret. I want to get home before it gets too dark”

“Get home safe nonna. love you”

“It was really nice meeting you” Ele stood next to Edo and she was almost sad that his nonna was leaving. She was something she had never had, a figure she could rely on.

“Nice meeting you too Eleonora. You two take care and take care of each other. Edoardo do not hurt her okay”

“I promise I won’t” Then she walked out into the rain on her way home.

“I see you won over my nonna. I think she prefers you over me now” Edo said with a smile while looking at Ele.

“I don’t think that’s possible. Your nonna loves you”

“Maybe that’s true. You also love me” He took a step closer to her, looking deeply into her green eyes. She only smiled.

“Maybe” She gave him a quick kiss before she went back to the living room.

“Don’t tease me, or you won’t get any cookies” He heard her chuckle from the living room. When he caught up to her she kissed him passionately. he broke away for a short while.

“You know you're staying here tonight”

“I was counting on it,” She said with a smile.

Edo’s nonna sat in her car on her way home, thinking that Edo really had found his match. It would be hard to make them separate, she only hoped his brother wouldn’t get in the way. After all, he and Edo didn’t have a good past and all she wanted was for Edo to be happy.

Authors note: I hope this was good. I hope it lived up to the person who requested it of me. Thank you for reading it. I really hope I didn't mess up like Ele’s eye color or anything else. If you wonder anything just ask:)

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bbbb-barnes · 7 years ago

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Dance With The Devil [ 2 ] - A Mobster!Bucky X Reader.

Summery- You’re a hard working NYU student that left a small town childhood of gangs, drugs and violence behind. When you find out your mother is struggling you go back home to help, only to realise the gang your father used to run has become ruthless, however a handsome and dangerous man from your families rival gang catches your eyes and you can’t seem to stay away. (I am bad at summeries, if anybody can write a better one SLIDE IN MY DM’S ill love u)

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Warnings- Swearing, mentions of violence.

You had been home for approximately 3 hours and you were already bored. Your mother had stopped doting on you and allowed you to settle in your room and after you had attempted to chat to your seriously ill grandmother for half an hour you needed some time to yourself. Your preppy room was exactly the same as you had left it when you were 18, the old pictures of you and your friends you had gotten printed off at the convenience store around the corner for a quarter each were tacked on to the pale pink wall and curling at the edges, there was a ‘Toy Story’ poster on your wall which made you chuckle so you kept it up, the thing that made you cringe however was the bright pink and yellow polka dot sheets and matching bedspread, they needed to go. You quickly packed your clothes away, taking note how colourless your current wardrobe is compared to the bright clashing patterns of your younger years. It was so strange being back, you felt like you had just slipped back into your old life, your mom was downstairs making dinner and you could have easily been 17 again and studying for an algebra test on your garish bedspread, it was all very nostalgic. You padded down the stairs and eagerly followed the delicious scent of food. You found your mother hunched over a large pot on the stove humming to herself, various spices littering the marbled side.

“Smells great, Ma” you complimented as you slid onto the kitchen stool opposite, she glanced up from the pot and gave you a grateful grin. Your mother was a beautiful woman, she kept her beauty in to her older adult years, albeit with a few grey hairs and extra wrinkles around her deep hazel eyes.

“Thank you dear, do you mind watching the pot I have a quick errand to run” she sighed as she untied her apron and placed the steel lid back on to the simmering pot, she sounded tired and it made you frown, she had been working extra time as a cleaner recently to help pay for your Grandmothers medical bills, she then had to come home and care for her and it was clearly taking its toll.

“I’ll do it, you look exhausted” you quickly offered, thinking the fresh air would do you some good anyways, however for some reason your mother didn’t look convinced. She smoothed down her blouse.

“I’ll just mess up dinner and I have to go to the store anyway” you quickly reasoned, but she still softly shook her head, the concerned expression not leaving her face, first Steve and now your mom, the secrecy was getting annoying, your scowl obviously said more than words ever could as she flopped down on to the stool opposite you.

“Y/N, dear I need to collect my wages from my boss James, but James is a high-ranking member of The Commando’s, you can’t go over there” she was uneasy, and you could tell, and you felt like your eyes were going to roll back into your head.

“If I hear about this god damn ‘gang’ again today I’m going to scream. I’ll go” you told her firmly, standing up and dramatically pushing the bar-stool away from you but she caught your arm with her hand.

“I wish you would start taking this a little more seriously, I thought Steve would talk some sense into you today” she warned you, not letting go of your arm.

“I don’t understand this at all, first of WHY are you working for this man, secondly how are you even in contact with Steve if they’re all so dangerous.” You admitted defeat and flopped back on to the bar-stool, eager to get some answers.

Your mother ran a hand through her wispy hair and looked wistfully into the distance as she prepared to answer.

“I know James’s mother, we were friends long before any of our families got involved in this gang business and we remain friends, we promised not to let that get in the way of our friendship, although it’s getting harder to do that recently. As a favour to his mother James gave me a job cleaning his house for good money, I won’t say he’s overly pleasant to me but he’s the reason I can pay Nonna’s medical bills, so I don’t complain. Steve is a lovely boy, he knows what happened at the hands of your father, he’s the reason that god awful gang leave me alone, but they all secretly think that I’m still working for your Uncle Jack, and with you back in town they think that’s more reason to be suspicious in their opinion, they think he’s training you up to be a part of the Moretti’s or something stupid. You need to stay away, you’ll just be used as a pawn for their horrible games, they’re always looking for a reason to declare all out war on each other.” She told you very matter-of-factly, you took a few moments to process her words and honestly all they did was make you angry. You weren’t property and you certainly weren’t going to be used as some kind of pawn in pathetic fights, the fact this James guy seemed to treat your mother like shit didn’t make you feel much better either, but you had made a promise to stay out of the way and as much as you wanted to storm into that guys house and tell him to grow the fuck up, for everybody’s sake you didn’t.

“Okay, I’ll be good” you finally admitted defeat to the obvious surprise of your mother and you watched begrudgingly as she pulled on her coat and hurried out of the door, you considered following her but decided if you were seen it would do more harm that good. She returned 10 minutes later, her facial expression giving no indication as to how it went, and you simply didn’t ask, the less you knew the better it had seemed.

After scarfing down two helpings of spaghetti and watching your mother painstakingly try and get her mother to eat you had offered to do the dishes in a lacklustre attempt to not have to watch. You stood over the faucet lost in your own thoughts, it was nearing 7PM and you were seriously in need of some sugary snacks, the worst rom-com Netflix had to offer and comfy (not neon) bedsheets. You assessed your oversized sweatshirt and skinny jeans and decided it was acceptable to leave the house in them. The problem of transportation being the only thing stopping you from a family sized bag of skittles, in New York driving was always the inferior option, however in New York you could get almost anything delivered straight to your door, Ubers Eats didn’t seem to be active here. You softly snaked around the living room door, your mom was sat on the sofa next to your grandmother, they both seemed to be engrossed in a cooking show, the light of the TV illuminating the cosy room.

“Ma, do you think I could possibly borrow the car, I need to run to the store?” You asked in a sugary sweet voice, automatically you were transported to when you were 17 and had to ask to borrow the car to go to the Dairy Queen a town over with your friends. Your mother seemed to have the same thought as she grinned up at you with a fond shake of her head.

“Of course, dear, be careful” she handed her keys over to you and settled back into the sofa as you made your way to the driveway and into the black Nissan Versa.

The drive to the only Wal Mart in town was therapeutic, you had always enjoyed going for drives when things got a bit too much. You recalled driving to the state line listening to Fleetwood Mac once when you had first got your licence after somebody threw a brick through your living room window and your parents got into a fight about it. You sped through the now dark streets, the route coming back to you like muscle memory.

Lazily grabbing a shopping cart you slouched around the linoleum floors, the fluorescent lights making you squint slightly, you didn’t know what you wanted so you decided to just grab a little bit of everything, you weren’t particularly in a rush to get back home so you wheeled your cart to the candy isle where you came to a complete stop to consider your options, you reached for a bag of Twizlers when you heard the painstakingly familiar voice of a certain blonde and muscled ex neighbour, was this town really that small?

“Y/N” his voice was slightly raised as he hurried toward you with a large bag of chips in his hand.

“Hey Steve” you greeted casually, turning your attention back to the shelves and the various flavours of Oreo’s.

“What are you doing here?” he sounded slightly flustered and you turned to look at him with a scowl.

“Its Wal-Mart Steve, am I not permitted to be here? Is it past my curfew?” you retorted sarcastically, throwing the cookies into your cart with a little more force than needed as he looked over his shoulder.

“Sorry” he replied a little sheepishly and you waved him off, running a hand through your hair and you wheeled your cart further down the aisle, out of your peripheral you saw him follow you.

“Watcha’ buying?” you asked, mainly out of politeness as he seemed dead set on following you, you grabbed two bags of M&M’s, one crunchy and one chocolate as you weighed on what felt like the most important decision of the day, you furrowed your brows slightly.

“Oh, I’m here with Bucky, we’re grabbing some groceries for his Ma” he replied casually, he had seemed to calm down a little by this point, he reached over and grabbed the chocolate M&M’s from you and tossed them in your cart, you wrinkled your nose at his choice.

“Bucky?” you questioned sorting slightly at the strange name, Steve sniffed at your tone.

“My pal” He shot back simply, you turned to look at him, leaning softly against your shopping cart.

“What kind of a name is Bucky?” You chuckled a little as Steve looked mortified at your comment.

“Mine.” A gruff voice came from behind you and you jumped slightly and whipped around. Stood a few feet away from you, with a gallon of milk in his large hand was possibly the beefiest guy you had ever seen. He had piecing blue eyes which were currently trained on you, he had long, dark, slightly greasy hair and stubble that coated a strong jawline, this man screamed danger and oozed confidence, everything in your bones wanted you to be afraid of him but you couldn’t deny how drop dead gorgeous he was, the obviously tailored suit aiding his allure. He took a few steps towards you and you fought the overwhelming urge to take a few steps back, you felt Steve shift behind you.

“Unique name” you muttered, not sounding as confident as you would have hoped, he cocked a brow at you but didn’t reply to you, instead he looked over your head to give Steve a look you didn’t understand.

“Y/N, this is Bucky” Steve said flatly from behind you, Bucky gave you a nod and a once over that he didn’t even try and make subtle.

“Kinda figured that one out the hard way” you murmured but flashed him a polite smile nonetheless, a slightly awkward silence settled in-between the three of you, you tried to look everywhere but Bucky, who was looking brazenly at you, the ghost of a cocky smirk on his face.

“So… How do you two know each other?” you asked, turning towards the shelves and grabbing a bottle of soda.

“Well, y’know… Family friends” Steve managed to choke out to you and you raised your eyebrows at his clusterfuck of an answer.

“We’re in a gang together” Bucky spoke matter-of-factly, his voice was gruff and low, and you liked it, you rolled your eyes.

“Oh GOD, that stupid gang” you scoffed as you placed the soda into your cart. Bucky leaned against the shelving, a look of intrigue on his features.

“You’re not scared of the gangs?” he questioned, a hint of amusement in his voice, you snickered at his question, giving him your full attention, no matter how hard it was not to cower away from his intense gaze.

“Scared of people that watched The Godfather once and run around thinking they’re in the Mafia? No not at all, I’m more scared of the rats in the subway” you wheeled your cart passed him and away from a slightly spluttering Steve, but they both followed, you came to a stop outside the ice cream freezer and Bucky placed himself at the foot of your cart, his amusement gone, only disbelief in its place.

“Maybe you should be scared” he said it quietly and almost teasingly, raising an eyebrow at you as you felt a small rush of Goosebumps take over your skin. Before you could reply a heavy hand clapped down on your shoulder making you jump slightly and Bucky smirked at your quick slip of demeanour, damn Steve.

“Didn’t I tell you to stay out of trouble?” He questioned quietly which made you roll you eyes, you roughly grabbed a pint of Ben and Jerry’s before spinning to face him.

“I’m in Wal-Mart Steven, not Iraq” you chided sarcastically, you saw Bucky smirk at your words and it made your skin tingle slightly, Steve didn’t reply instead he gave you a firm, warning look, you both knew that isn’t what he meant. Steve was on edge, he knew catching Bucky’s eye was hardly flying under the radar and he knew when he best friend wanted something, or someone he got it.

“We’re going to go” Steve announced, looking over your head at Bucky shooting him a glare. “Bye, Y/N. See you around maybe?” you gave him a small nod and a tight smile.

“Goodbye, Y/N. I’m sure it won’t be the last time” Bucky teased with a smirk. You were too flustered to think of a witty response so just settled on raising your brows at his overwhelming confidence and with that they both stalked off.

And as quickly as Bucky and Steve came, they had left. Leaving you stood in the cold chill of the freezer section, clutching your melting tub of cookie dough ice cream wondering what the hell just happened. You walked around the rest of the store a daze, you knew you should be scared of Bucky, everybody had warned you against them, Steve was on edge about the fact you went to Wal-Mart on your own for Christ sake, there was clearly a very real threat here, but you just couldn’t see it, maybe you were blinded by the fact you found him painfully attractive. You didn’t want to get into that mess, he was less treat you right and make you blueberry pancakes on a Sunday morning and more fuck you in an alley way behind a club and not call afterwards.

You made your way to the check out and started to load your array of sugar on to the conveyer when a nervous, acne ridden boy stopped you.

“Um, excuse me miss, this has b-been paid for” he stuttered out and you gave him a look of confusion and stopped unloading your cart.

“No, I haven’t paid for this stuff” you cocked an eyebrow at him as he shifted from one foot to another.

“Um Mr Barnes has taken care of it, it’s okay” He managed to stutter out, but you were still highly confused.

“Who?”

“Um, Bucky Barnes”

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