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sharkfish · 4 years

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2020 writing summary ✍️

WORDCOUNT: 109,348 FICS POSTED: 10 (*plus a ton of poems)

last year’s summary included my top 5 and bottom 3 (by kudos) fics, but since i only had 10 posted this year, i’m going to list ‘em all with some thoughts!

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a delight for the soul - 24k

No one has ever said Dean is smart, but inviting a client to his home is a new level of idiocy. He tries to counter the mantra of insults inside his head with it’s just Cas, but he wouldn’t be the first professional to get himself killed by a client they thought they knew.

The doorbell rings. It is just Cas, in jeans and a button-up shirt with sleeves rolled up his forearms. Dean’s heart pounds and he goes to his knees on instinct, eyes on the floor.

“Hello, sweetheart."

i returned to the world of bdsm aus (and sex work) and had a great time! dean’s not the kind of sub everyone is looking for, but he’s the perfect sub for cas. <3

boombox & cookies - 17k

“I think I misjudged you,” Castiel says.

Dean shuts and then opens his mouth like an idiot fish. “What do you mean?”

“I don’t do well with alphas and I’m not interested in being flirted with.”

“Hey,” Dean interrupts, “I swear that’s not —”

“Dean.” Castiel’s voice is deep and firm enough to shut Dean up. “I understand that now, but my original assumption was that you’re the kind of aggressive alpha who just wants to get his knot wet. You're not like that."

i won’t wax poetic for the millionth time about how great a/b/o is as a vehicle to explore gender roles, queer identities, etc, but this one goes hard on the whole gender role expectations as well as trauma aftermath... and, of course, an insane amount of sappy fluff.

born right in the doorway - 40k

“Jimmy’s heats aren’t usually as bad as mine, but —” Cas says, then closes his eyes like he’s trying to collect his thoughts. “He’s asking for you.”

“He’s asking for me,” Dean repeats, bewildered. He struggles to ignore the way Cas is obviously hard against the front of his boxer briefs.

“I believe you could make him more comfortable.”

“You guys know there are alpha services, right? It doesn’t have to be me.”

jimmy’s a huge stoner, cas is a trans alpha, dean is a fucking oblivious idiot the whole time, constant mating cycle-related boning, the longest fic (other than riptides) i’ve written in a thousand years... what’s not to love?

love in the time of quarantine - 6k

Dean says, “We should have sex.”

Cas chokes and looks up at him. “I’m sorry, I didn’t hear that.”

“We should have sex,” Dean repeats, carefully enunciating each word. Cas keeps staring at him blankly. “It’s fun and you’re hot. Perfect quarantivity.”

my required “and they were quarantined!” fic for 2020. this one is a rollicking good time with lots of great jokes. and cas is trans, because i’m still on my righteous crusade to fill up the damn trans tags.

most perfect possession (riptides sequel) - 17k & counting

“Hey,” Dean says, grinning. “I kinda like you.”

“And you’re willing to announce it to all of our friends and loved ones.”

“Let’s do this.”

i continued working on the riptides sequel, because these boys will probably never entirely leave me. i love them so much and it has been so great to see what their lives are like as husbands.

punch walk - 1.4k

“Dean Winchester, get down from there.”

“Castiel Winchester, not all of us are clumsy,” Dean says. He’s in love with the stern squint Cas is directing towards him. “Remember that girl who got the first 10 in gymnastics?”

a demo day timestamp where dean hurts himself because he’s an idiot and maybe cas ends up being the one comforted.

reckless, not reason - 6k

“When I requested a — you know. ‘Companion.’ I was just being selfish,” Dean says. “So fucking selfish that I didn’t even think about what it would be like for you.”

“Don’t worry,” Cas says, almost as if from outside himself. “It was either you or someone else. Perhaps someone worse.”

“It’s a big deal to my dad for me to get mated. He’s always trying to match me with some asshole or another, and I — I can’t, Cas.” He drops his head into his hands, rubbing furiously at his eyes. “I’m fucked up, I guess, because I just — I can’t be a mate to someone, not for real. I can’t — consummate, or whatever.”

vaguely based on one of the ace prompts i got way back in summer 2019, i returned to the world of dragons, magic, and consent porn. with a side of john winchester’s A+ parenting.

slow dancing - 5k

Cas is near enough that their chests are nearly pressed together, an arm around Dean with the leather of their glove against his neck. They press close, the song just for Dean’s ears.

I know places we can go, babe/coming home, come unfold, babe/the high won’t fade here, babe/no, the high won’t hurt here, babe.

When Cas sings, everything else disappears. Dean loves magic, as long as Cas’s songs are for him every now and then.

for years i’ve had this idea fiddling in the back of my head based vaguely on the magic in holly black’s curseworker series (incidentally, the main character’s name is cassel lmao) and i finally put something together for it. (i hope to return to this kind of magic idea in the future.) writing this nb cas was also special to me.

suddenly seeing - 3k

Cas stares at his own tentacle as he runs the tip up Dean’s neck, slides it along his jawline, traces the rise of his cheekbone. No one touches Dean like this.

“It’s strange,” Cas says. “Suddenly seeing something beautiful where you couldn’t in the past.”

i’ve always wanted to return to octos and here we are! another fun lil octo fic. it wasn’t the first and it won’t be the last!!

when the wolf comes home - 11k

Daryl isn’t afraid to touch her. He’s afraid of what happens when it’s back to a dim cage and a wire mother. He’s afraid of when she leaves, runs, dies — his whole life, Daryl has watched people spin and burn out, sometimes just their soul and not their body. Life doesn’t treat his kind well and after Merle, he swore he’d never get close to someone again.

Despite all of that, Daryl reaches out and awkwardly slides an arm around Beth’s shoulders.

my first non-spn fic! i never thought i’d write a twd fic but i couldn’t stop thinking about ace daryl and beth in general. i also really liked some of the writing in this which is not something i manage to say very often.

#2020 writing summary #2020 writing tracker #sharkwrites

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quickeningheart · 5 years

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Eleven

Naturally, the mice did not take kindly to their Charley-girl’s life being threatened, and they showed their displeasure by promptly storming Limburger’s tower and blowing it up.

When the city shook from the impact of a hundred-thousand tons of steel and brick meeting the ground head-on, Alley shrieked and dove for cover under the desk. Charley, in the midst of replacing her damaged brake line, just rolled her eyes and kept right on working. "It's not an earthquake," she said blandly. "It's just the guys showing Limburger their appreciation."

"By taking out half the city?" Alley crawled out from under the desk, frowning at the smears of grease now staining her skirt.

"Don’t worry. Over the years, they’ve turned toppling that tower into something of a fine art. The destructive radius barely passes a hundred feet in any direction anymore.”

Alley blinked at her. “I don’t know if that should impress me or make me run screaming for the hills.”

Charley laughed. “Better go throw some dogs on the stove. And pull a few packs of root beer out of the fridge, will ya? They'll be completely hyped when they get back."

“And feeding them carbs and sugar is your solution to calming them down, huh?”

Charley just smirked and flipped a wrench in her hand, laying back on the platform dolly and scooting under the truck. Alley sighed and shook her head. “Call me a nut, but wouldn’t destroying Limburger’s property sort of … I dunno … royally piss him off?”

"Definitely,” came the muffled reply. “But it'll also keep him busy and out of our hair for at least a week.” She reappeared and sat up, holding the ruined brake line tubing. “It’ll buy us some time to scout around and find out what he's up to.”

“It only takes a week to rebuild an entire skyscraper?”

Charley pressed her palms flat against each other and bowed her head. “As blowing up the tower has become an art form, so has Limburger turned rebuilding it into one.”

Alley tipped back her head. “It’s the ciiiirrrcle of liiiiife!” she sang dramatically, throwing out her arm and gliding to the stairs, earning a bark of laughter from her cousin.

“Go boil some hotdogs, you nut!”

~*~*~*~*~

True to word, the boys were practically vibrating with adrenaline when they roared into the garage fifteen minutes later. Vinnie screeched to a stop with his signature howl of victory, hurling his helmet across the room. It sailed dangerously close to Charley’s computer, slammed into a nearby stack of tire rims and sent them crashing to the floor in a cacophony of scattering steel.

“Vinnie! Dial it down a notch, you macho lunkhead!” Charley snapped, throwing the wrench she was holding at him. “You almost took out my computer! And pick those rims up!”

“Eh, sorry, Sweetheart. Got a little carried away.” He offered a grin and a sheepish chuckle, hastily moving to clean up his mess.

A few seconds later, Alley skittered down the stairway, holding a pair of tongs and looking around with wide eyes. “What the hell is all the racket? Are we under attack?”

“The boys are home.” If Charley’s voice got any drier, she’d start spitting sand.

“I see that.” A pause. “Was someone howling just now?”

Modo snickered. “Nah. That was just Vinnie.”

“His way of showin’ the world what a bad mammajamma he is,” Stoker added with a wicked smirk.

“Oh.” Alley pursed her lips thoughtfully. “Because, for a second there, I thought maybe the garage was being overrun by feral dogs or something.”

Charley put a fist to her mouth, unsuccessfully trying to stifle her amusement. The other three mice didn’t even attempt to try, and Vinnie glared at them, readying himself for an old-fashioned throw-down.

“Don’t you dare,” Charley warned before the white mouse had a chance to pounce. “My garage is not a wrestling ring. Take it outside!”

“Ah, forget it.” Vinnie deflated, pouting. “I’m starvin’! Where’re the dogs ‘n beer?”

“They’re cooking upstairs.” Alley turned, then hesitated, shooting him a questioning glance over her shoulder. “Do you really howl like that every time you take out Limburger’s tower?”

“And for any other reason he can think up,” Charley snorted.

“It’s my battle cry!” Vinnie sniffed, brushing an imaginary speck of dirt from his arm. “Every superhero needs a battle cry.”

“And ‘cowabunga’ was already taken,” Throttle quipped.

Alley nodded, her expression serious. “It’s just … you know … the guys who yelp the loudest, Vinster,” she reminded him with a sigh, continuing on her way.

Vinnie’s jaw dropped. He sputtered uselessly for a comeback, gaping at her retreating back. Modo and Stoker guffawed, Charley buried her face in her hands, shoulders shaking.

And Throttle just stood there looking confused, wondering what the hell was suddenly so funny.

~*~*~*~*~

The rest of the week passed in relative peace.

Well, as peaceful as it ever got around the Last Chance, anyway. Alley soon learned that the mice never seemed to be happy unless they were making as much racket as possible. “Quiet as a mouse” did not apply to the Martian variety. While Charley seemed perfectly content to let them cohabit her garage, blaring the rock stations at levels that could only be described as “deafening”, Alley took it upon herself to invest in a bottle of aspirin and some good ear plugs. She wondered at first how they didn’t go deaf, what with ears as large and sensitive as theirs, before chalking it up to their overall weirdness.

Since the guys were always at the garage more than they weren’t (well, the trio was; Stoker came and went as he pleased, and Charley didn’t appear to give a hoot about that, either), it gave Alley a good chance to observe them. While Vinnie was always flapping his mouth and up to no good, the other two mice were far more reserved in their behavior. Especially Throttle. While they all joked around and roughhoused a lot, he tended to be a little more careful and reigned in the other two when they got too carried away. He must have been their leader of sorts, since they always deferred to him and fell in line when he told them to. Unless Stoker was around. All three of them deferred to Stoker, and it was clear the older mouse was well-respected as a mentor and a war hero.

One thing Alley could say about the guys; they all had a very well-developed sense of self-preservation. At least when it came to females, and Charley especially. They seemed able to tune in to the times when the mechanic was extra stressed trying to finish a particular job, and her patience was close to the snapping point. That was generally the time they herded each other out the door to “patrol the city” for awhile. Which Alley suspected was code for getting out of the way before her cousin could strangle them with their own tails. Either way, she certainly did appreciate the rare times of peace and quiet their absence bought.

Unfortunately, this particular Friday morning was not one of those times.

Almost an entire week, and she was still trying to get the mess of Charley’s paperwork sorted out. A job she’d thought would only take a day or two was taking a heck of a lot longer than that. And the blaring hard rock that was slowly driving a small railroad spike through her skull certainly didn't make it easier to concentrate.

The cordless phone on the desk rang, and she answered it while making a beeline for the large boombox sitting on its makeshift shelf beside the garage door. Ignoring everyone's protests, she turned the volume down to a more reasonable level before returning to the desk to arrange customer's appointment. From the corner of her eye, she noted Throttle sneakily reaching for the volume control. "Excuse me for one moment, Sir," she said politely into the receiver. Covering the mouthpiece with her palm, she mustered her fiercest glare and snarled, “Throttle. If you touch that dial, so help me, I’ll rip your fingers off one by one and stuff ‘em up your ass.”

The others chortled loudly as Throttle raised his hands in surrender, slowly backing away from the radio with a raised eyebrow. “Sorry, princess,” he muttered, giving Vinnie a swat with his tail when the white mouse cheered, and staggered a little as Modo gave him a “friendly” clout across the back.

“Having some problems there, Alley Cat?” Charley teased, eyes sparkling with humor.

Alley took a deep breath and pasted a saccharine smile on her lips. “Thank you for holding, Mr. Anderson,” she told the waiting customer sweetly. “To confirm, your car will be brought in for inspection at nine AM this coming Wednesday. Are you planning to drop it off, or do you wish to wait?” She paused. “No, sir, the Last Chance doesn’t provide shuttling service, but a taxi can be called for you. There is also a bus route three blocks away. Yes. That will be fine. Thank you for choosing the Last Chance Garage. We’ll see you on Wednesday.” She hung up the phone and sighed, shooting her cousin an exasperated glance. “Did you get all that?”

“Yep. State inspection. Wednesday. Nine o'clock,” Charley grunted, struggling to loosen a nut from part of an engine. “There’re some Post-its in the drawer. Jot it down for me, will ya?”

“Oh, hell no.” Alley glared at her. “The jotting of appointments on sticky notes stops now, you hear me? It’s unprofessional and half the notes end up falling into the garbage anyway! You are, without a doubt, the most unorganized computer genius I've ever known. How have you managed to not tank your own business in all these years?”

"What can I say? It’s a gift." Charley pulled a face at her.

"Well, here’s a much better gift." Alley waved a brown leather book in the air. "See this? Say hello to your new best friend. All of your appointments are sorted and logged into this ledger. Your assignment is to actually use it."

Charley’s brow furrowed. "I do have an appointment ledger, you know."

"If you’re talking about that greasy, torn up notebook I found buried in the bottom of your desk drawer, I threw it out. You haven’t written any actual appointments in it for the past six months, anyway.”

Charley shot her a dry look. “I don’t recall making you the supervisor. When did you get so bossy?”

“I’d say during the week I just spent attempting to salvage your pitiful excuse of a business practice,” Alley deadpanned.

“Oooooh. Burned!” Vinnie sang softly under his breath.

Charley shot him an irritated glance. “Don’t you have something to go blow up?” she grumbled.

“You shouldn’t criticize her, anyway,” Alley added. “You’re all part of the problem.” She raised a hand to halt the immediate protests. “Charley, when is the last time you tried to organize your finances? I mean, have you even looked at the balances in the past year? Hell, the past three years?”

“Of course I have! That’s the one thing I did keep up with. I’m not a complete moron, you know.”

Alley pursed her lips and folded her hands atop the desk. “Then you’re fully aware that the Last Chance is just barely keeping afloat. You’ve managed to keep your finances in the green, but you hardly pull in enough extra for basic living expenses. The only thing saving you is that you own this building outright. But you still have property taxes, the highest electric bill I’ve ever seen, you’re making payments on some of this equipment yet … and every month that line between success and bankruptcy is narrowing further and further. I see you’ve had to dip into your savings on several occasions just to make ends meet.”

“Is this true, Charley-ma'am?” Modo wanted to know. All three mice were listening, concern etched on their faces. “You in trouble?”

“No!” Charley protested, while at the same time Alley stated, “Yes.”

Charley rubbed her temple, looking irritated, and just a little defeated. “I guess … things are a little tight, financial-wise,” she muttered through gritted teeth. “It doesn’t really concern you, though, so don’t worry about it, okay?”

“Except it does concern them.”

“Alley!” Charley glared at her. “Stop it.”

“No. Let her talk.” Throttle’s voice left no room for argument. “Are you sayin’ it’s our fault?”

“Partly.” Alley shrugged, rubbing the back of her neck. “And Limburger is at fault, too,” she added. “He's the reason this part of the city is all but abandoned. I don’t imagine that’s helped business, any. But he’s not responsible for a lot of the damage and repair that’s been done on the garage in the past few years, is he?” She tapped the computer monitor. “The garage doors had to be replaced how many times? I mean, not just worn-out parts, the whole, entire doors. Who kept putting giant holes in them?”

“Um…” The trio glanced at each other, uneasy.

“That’s why I had the automatic sensors installed,” Charley cut in.

“And there’s also the matter of all the … upgrades done to your bikes. Specialized parts to be ordered in and … I don’t even know what else.” Alley fixed the mice with a questioning glance. “Has it even once occurred to you to ask where those upgraded parts come from? Or did you just assume she farts 'em out her ass on command?”

“Oh, for heaven’s sake, Alley!” Charley threw her hands in the air. Her face was suspiciously red. “It’s not their problem, so don’t involve them! I volunteered to take care of their bikes. It was entirely my decision.”

“And it’s costing your garage way more money than you can actually afford right now. Don’t think I haven’t noticed how often they just help themselves to stock off the shelves when they’re maintaining those bikes, either. More money out of your very shallow pocket.”

“Can I see the figures?” Throttle asked, stepping forward. Charley started to protest, but he ignored her as Alley scooted away from the desk to let him look at the spreadsheet. He studied it for a few minutes, face expressionless.

Charley glowered at her cousin. “You’re fired,” she muttered.

Alley waved a dismissive hand. “Fine. Fire me. But it would've caught up to you eventually. I don’t get what you were trying to accomplish by keeping it from them, anyway. Why shouldn’t they know?”

Charley sighed heavily, perching on the end of the desk. “Because … they’ve done so much for this city. And for me. I told you, without them, things would be going a lot worse with the Plutarkians. Chicago owes them a huge debt, and doesn’t even know it. I’m just … doing what little I can to repay them for their efforts. There was no need to let them in on how much it was costing me.”

"Did you think we'd be happy if we ended up tanking your business, or mad if ya told us we were eatin' yer profits?" Modo scolded. "You oughta know better 'n that."

"Yeah, Sweetheart, we woulda paid ya or somethin'," Vinnie put in, sounding hurt.

"And how would you manage that, huh? Go out and get yourselves a nine-to-five?" Charley snorted. "You guys ain't exactly rollin' in cash."

Nobody could argue with that. Alley shook her head. “You could pay her in physical labor, you know. Help her out with the garage, take some of the workload off. If she had more than just herself to finish jobs, she could take on more customers, and bring in more money.”

“Yeah, but … we’re no wrench jockeys,” Vinnie grumbled. “An’ Charley-girl won’t let us near the equipment, anyway.”

“That’s because you always blow up anything you touch,” Charley snapped.

“So, teach them,” Alley said with exaggerated patience. “Start them off with simple stuff. Like motorcycles. They’re always tinkering around with theirs. An Earth bike isn’t that different, is it? Start with that and go from there.”

Charley sighed. "I'll think about it, okay? But even if they did help, it's not gonna bring more customers or money in any faster, you know."

"That's because you don't advertise."

"Last I checked, advertising costs money, which we've already established I don't have."

"Well, how have you been getting business?" Alley asked.

"Mostly through word-of-mouth. And most of my customers have been with me since I opened the place. The ones Limburger hasn't managed to drive out of the neighborhood, anyway."

“Which is great, but new business would be even better. We’ll have to think up some advertising schemes. Maybe print out some cheap fliers and post them around the city? Coffee shops, grocery stores; places like that usually have notice boards where you can tack stuff up, and it doesn’t cost anything. Maybe a small ad in the Sunday paper, or, I dunno, those paper place-mats they use to advertise in diners and stuff. There are ways to get more business.”

“Great,” Charley sighed, defeated. “Just what I need. More work.”

“You do need more work. And you need more help. And you’ve got three perfectly able-bodied me—um—mice who can give you some, if you’re willing to let them.” Alley considered. “Four, if you count Stoker. Where is that guy, anyway? I haven’t seen him since Wednesday.”

“Probably in one of his secret labs,” Throttle replied, straightening up, finished with his perusal of Charley’s files. “He prefers to work alone.”

“He has secret labs? What is he, a mad scientist?”

He chuckled. “Something like that. Don’t ask us what he’s cookin’ up, though. He’s pretty hush-hush about the whole thing.”

“Sounds like him, all right.” Charley smiled fondly. “Always the lone wolf, that one.”

Throttle fixed her with a look. “You sure aren’t one to criticize, Miss My-garage-is-going-under-but-damned-if-I-ask-for-any-help.”

“Okay, okay. No need to rub it in,” Charley grumbled. “I just didn’t want to make you guys worry about me, that’s all. You tend to get all protective and you hover. It’s annoying.”

“Biker Mice do not ‘hover’,” Vinnie sniffed, crossing his arms.

“Oh, you so hover. Like a little mother hen.” Charley shot him a teasing glance.

Vinnie looked to Alley for help, but she just shrugged. “Hey, leave me out of it. She’s right. Don’t think we haven’t noticed how one of you guys followed us every time we had to leave the garage this week. We even made fake trips just to see who’d be next in line to tail us. You were totally hovering.”

“Oh, yeah, that reminds me. You owe me five bucks.” Charley nudged her shoulder. “I said Throttle would be the one to follow you to the bank yesterday, and he did.”

“Damn. Thanks a lot, Throttle.” Alley pulled a wadded bill out of her wallet and tossed it to her grinning cousin while the mice gaped at them.

The bell went off just then, effectively bringing the conversation to a halt. The mice quickly scattered, heading back to their bikes to don protective helmets as the huge door slowly rolled up, revealing a very beat-up Chevy Caprice idling on the other side. The classic car was painted two-tone blue, at least where the large spots of rust didn’t cover the body. After a moment, the engine turned off, the doors opened, and Christopher Archer unfolded himself from the driver’s seat as his sister hopped out of the passenger’s side. “Uh, is there an Alley Davidson around?” he asked uncertainly, looking highly doubtful.

“Guys!” Alley hopped up from the chair and trotted to them, grinning widely. “What’re you doing here? Come for some service?”

Chris relaxed, tossing her a lopsided grin. “Actually, we came to kidnap you for the day. Got plans?”

“Uh…” Alley looked at her cousin, who smirked and shooed her off. “Guess not. Great! I need to go phone shopping, and I thought you guys can help me out, yeah?” She turned to Chex, who had spotted the trio of gleaming bikes a few feet away and had honed in on them and their furry owners with predatory interest. Alley watched her watching them. “Hey, you okay?”

“Yeah, sure,” Chex mumbled, taking a few steps closer. The mice looked at each other, fidgeting nervously under the unexpected scrutiny.

“Don’t mind her. She’s got a major thing for bikers,” Chris snorted, rolling his eyes.

Chex ignored him, reaching out to trace a finger along the mouse-shaped headlamp gracing the front of Modo’s bike. The big mouse drew himself up, prepared to defend his precious ride … but she didn’t give him the chance.

“Holy shit!” she suddenly shouted, startling everyone into jumping and Vinnie into dropping the wrench he’d been holding. “Holy shit, holy shit!” She gave a few excited little hops, turned to slug her brother in the arm. “I told you!” she exclaimed over his pained yelp. “I told you they were real!”

“What’s real? What the hell’s wrong with you, you psycho?” Chris snapped, rubbing his abused bicep.

“It’s them!” Chex gestured wildly. “You know, them! I told you! They’re real! I didn’t make it up, those alien mice dudes really exist and they’re standing right over there!”

There was a moment of stunned silence. And then Vinnie, in two words, said exactly what everyone in the room was thinking.

“Aww, cheese.”

#Biker Mice from Mars #bikermice #bmfm fanfiction #ocs #Charley #Vinnie #Throttle #Modo #Stoker

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psalexanzondria · 7 years

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In too deep - Jasper x Single!Mother Reader

Fandom: Twilight

Pairing: Jasper x Single Mother!Reader

Requested: Yes!

Summary: Jasper falls in love with a widowed single mother with a 6 year old daughter.

Warning: Mentions of violent death, and crappy jobs.

AN: Sorry Nonny, if it’s not what you expected!

“Mommy, where we goin’?” Charleigh asks from her seat in the back of the car, causing me to look in the rear-view mirror at her. Her little hood is drawn up over her head, her blonde curls tucked neatly into the hood as the window is rolled down partway to help her feel better when she told me she wasn’t feeling good.

“We’re going to see Aunt Bella for a while, sweetie.” He eyes widen as she lets out a tiny cheer, throwing her arms up in excitement at my words, causing me to smile to myself.

“Auntie Bewwa!” She squeals, bouncing up and down in her carseat.

“Yup, so if you go night night, when you wake up we’ll be there.” I say, causing her to nod as excitedly as she can be, without basically ripping the seatbelt that is keeping her carseat from moving. It’s not even ten minutes later that Charleigh’s head falls to the side in her sleep, eyes fluttering with happy little dreams playing behind her eyelids as I grip the steering wheel tighter, watching the road as I feel the dread that was on my shoulders slowly lifting.

“Hi dad.” I greet as the door opens, and Police Chief Swan, my father, greets me with a one armed hug, Charleigh is sleeping in my arms in the bitterly cold night.

“Hey sweetie, come on in.” He answers, and I nod, shuffling into the house as I kick off my shoes, careful of Charleigh, who stirs in her sleep, before curling her head into my neck, snoring softly. “We have guests over, Bella’s boyfriend’s family.” Charlie explains as I nod, brushing my hair out of my face. “In the living room.”

“Alright.” I carefully enter the living room, seeing a bunch of beautiful people in various seats, Charlie drops into the recliner, and Bella is beside a brunette boy on the love seat. “Hey, sis.” I sing lightly, her head snaps up, and she is on her feet, hugging me while being careful of her niece.

“Oh my gosh, Zoi! Is this Charleigh?” She asks, causing me to nod, and she presses her hand to her mother as I shift Charleigh in my arms, her hood falling back to reveal her sleeping face, and blonde curls. “God, she’s beautiful!” Bella whispers, causing me to nod.

“Isn’t she?” I notice a blonde girl is hovering close to Bella’s shoulder, observing Charleigh. “Would you like to hold her?” I offer the blonde, causing her to blink rapidly, looking up at me as I smile at her.

“Oh, I’m so sorry! Zoi, this is Rosalie, and her fiancee Emmett. Alice and her girlfriend Miracle. Jasper and my boyfriend Edward, and their parents Esme and Carlisle.” Bella introduces, pointing to each individual person, each one is beautiful in their own way.

“Nice to meet you all. I’m Bella’s older sister, Zoi, as you may have guessed. This is my daughter Charleigh.” The little girl in my arm shifts, rubbing her eyes as she yawns.

“Where we at, Mama.” Charleigh whimpers as she stretch a bit.

“We’re at Grandpa Charlie’s and Auntie Bella’s.” I answer, causing her head to snap up, and her eyes to widen as her arms flap as she makes grabby fists at Bella.

“Auntie auntie!” She sings, causing me to laugh as I hand her to Bella, who panics a bit as she settles Charleigh on her hip.

“She’s precious.” Rosalie says, waving at my daughter, who giggles, hiding her face behind her hood.

“Thank you.”

“Is her father with you?” My dad asks, causing me to look at him.

“I know you don’t like-”

“No I do not like Roberto.” He snarls Charleigh’s father’s name like it is poison upon his lips.

“No, Roberto isn’t with me. He was gunned down when Charleigh was a 9 months old, which you would’ve known if you’d bothered to answer the phone, or call me back.” I answer with a bit of a snipe in my voice. “Not to mention, he took off when I was 6 month pregnant, so you know, no lovelorn or love lost there.” I turn back as Charleigh tilts her head at me, seeing th sour look on my face, she covers her face with her hands, then pulls them away with a bright smile.

“Boo!” She cries, causing me to pretend to startle, jumping as I press my hand to my heart.

“Oh! You scared me, you silly girl!” I tease as everyone watches our interactions, Bella hands her back to me as Charleigh yawns, rubbing her eyes again.

“I’m tired.” She murmurs, causing me to smile.

“Dad, will you show us t our room for the night?”

“That’d be my room!” Bella pops up from her seat beside Edward. “Edward and his brothers, and Carlisle are having a boy’s hunting trip of some kind, so Rose, Alice, Miracle, Esme, and I are going to have a girl’s night.”

“Good to know. Night guys.” I wave to the strange family.

“Night night!” Charleigh chirps, and we start up to the bedroom, Bella smiling at us all the way.

“What?” I ask with a partial laugh.

“Jasper couldn’t take his eyes off you. Except to look at Charleigh, with the eyes of a father.”

“No way.” I shake my head.

“Yes way!” Bella counters, causing me to pause.

“No!... Really?”

“Yeah!” Bella laughs, causing me to smile a bit, and she opens the door. “I’m just saying my observation.” With that, she leaves myself and Charleigh to settle in for the night, contently falling asleep once I’ve tucked Charleigh in.

Sitting on the back porch of the Cullen household, eight months later, I watch Charleigh dance with Emmett while Bella and Edward talk in the corner of the kitchen, and Alice and Rose are on either side of me, and Jasper is waiting for his turn for a dance with Charleigh. “Five, I can’t believe she’s five today.”

“I can’t believe she told Alice off, because she tried to throw her a party today.” Rosalie answers.

“This is what she wanted. To see her best friends.”

“She spoiled.” Alice jokes, watching Jasper lift Charleigh into his arms, dancing to the music from the boombox on the porch.

“She deserves to be spoiled.” I answer.

“You never told us why you moved here.” Rosalie points out.

“Okay, so Charleigh’s dad wasn’t really gunned down when she was 9 months old, he was gunned down two weeks before we moved here, because he owed money on some debt. After an attempt on kidnapping Charleigh, I moved us here.” I answer, causing Rose to look disgusted, and Alice frowns.

“What a horrible man.” Alice states, causing me to nod, and Jasper sets Charleigh down, grabbing his hand, she tugs him towards us, and I stand with a smile.

“There’s my princess!” I cry, and she beams up at me.

“Mr. Jasper wants to take us to dinner!” Charleigh beams. “Can we go? Can we? Can we?” She asks, causing me to kneel down, placing a kiss on her forehead.

“You betcha!”

“YAY! Can I wear my new princess dress?” She asks, causing me to nod, and she runs into Alice’s arms, who lifts her off the ground, carrying her inside to help her get changed as I smile after them.

“You didn’t have to do that.” I finally turn to Jasper, who smiles at me.

“Yes I did, It the only way I could think of, to get you to agree to go out with me.” I blink at his abruptness, feeling my cheeks burn with a vibrant blush.

“O-Oh.”

Rain pours outside as I stroke Charleigh’s head, watching her sleep, soothing her in her sleep so that she doesn’t jolt awake from the lightning and thunder again, the phone starts to ring in the kitchen, causing me to bolt to my feet, and dash out the door as quietly as I can, pressing TALK and forcing the door to my ear. “Hello?” I breath out.

“Zoi? Zoi, I need you to come in now.” My boss says from the other line.

“Now? But, I don’t work for two days- and I don’t have a babysitter.”

“Well, that’s not my fault is it? I need an order of jalapeno chicken fries, and a double cheese burger with heavy pickles, heavy cheese!” My boss answers.

“I have two days off, because my daughter is sick.” I respond.

“My poor heart. Find a sitter and get her, now!” He demands, the phone hangs up with a click, and I dial the first number that pops into my head.

“Hello?” I breath a sigh of relief.

“Jasper, thank god!”

“What’s a matter darlin? Is something wrong with Charleigh? Is she hurt? Are you hurt?” He asks, rapidly firing off questions.

“I need you to babysit. I just got called in by my jerk of a boss, and Charleigh is sick.” I explain.

“I’ll be there in five minutes, darlin.”

“Thank you so much, Jazz.”

“No problem.” With that, he hangs up, and is here in no time, the two of us exchanging words of politeness, and a quick hug, a chaste kiss of the cheek, before I’m dashing out the door in my uniform. I’m home not even two hours later.

“Welcome back, darlin.” Jasper asks as soon as I walk in the door, he’s bouncing a sleeping Charleigh in his arms.

“I quit.” I state, tossing my hat on a chair, and taking her from his arms.

“How come?”

“Doesn’t matter...” I pause, then answer. “Cause they called me in when I got two days off, to take care of Charleigh.” I answer, he follows me into Charleigh’s room, and tuck her into bed. “I have two more jobs. Anyway, how was she?”

“A bit of a fever, and some coughing- I gave her some of her medicine.”

“Took it without a problem?”

“Thunder woke her up, the medicine helped put her back to sleep, so nope.” He answers as I tug the blankets up around her chin, and he gestures to the living room as I nod, following to drop into a seat. “You okay?”

“Tired. Sore.” I answer, causing him to nod, walking into the kitchen, and he comes back out a few minutes later with a mug of cocoa, handing it to me as he sits on my coffee table, lifting my leg into his lap. After prying off my shoe, he rubs my legs, working on the tight muscles, before moving to my swollen foot, before drawing my other leg into his lap as he rubs it the same way as the first. “Anyone ever tell you that your fingers are heaven?”

“No,” He rumbles in laughter. “I can’t say they have. Glad to be of assistance.”

“You can massage my legs, any time.” I giggle.

“That sounds appealing. You have very nice legs.” He answers, running his hand up my leg, then hums as he smirks at me.

“Flirt.” I tease.

“Only with you, darlin.” He winks at me, causing me to smile at him, sipping at my cocoa, relaxing.

The bowl in my hands falls to the floor, shattering as everyone stares at Charleigh, who is sitting in Jasper’s lap, the southern vampire is staring at her in shock as well. “Mommy?” Charleigh tilts her head at me.

“I... excuse me.” I cross the room to the front door, feeling everyone stare at me as I leave the house, the door shutting behind me as the harsh cold of the snow nips at my skin.

“Darlin?” I jump, turning to see Jasper standing in the doorway, he smiles softly at me as I hug my arms to my chest. “You okay?” He asks, wrapping his arms around my waist, and I nod. “Good.” He leans down, pecking me on the lips, in a chaste manor.

“I just... I didn’t think she’d- Jasper, I am so sorry.” He chuckles, tucking my head under his chin.

“It’s okay, darlin. She’s six, she doesn’t know better.” He answers, stroking my hair. “I don’t mind either way.”

“But, we haven’t even been together long enough for her to-”

“Don’t. Worry.” He leans back, cupping my cheek as he presses his lips to mine between both of the words.

“I didn’t think this would be so difficult.”

“What’s so difficult?”

“When I moved here, or when we started dating almost two years ago, I didn’t think that I’d go from single mother, to basically adopted by an entire family of vampires, and my daughter getting adopted along with me.” I press my hand to my head, taking a deep breath. “But, how do I explain to Charleigh that you aren’t her daddy, when that’s what she just called you?!” I sigh, shaking my head.

“You know that I care about you, and I love Charleigh.” Jasper smiles at me. “I love you.” I blink at him in surprise. “So, if you would let me be Charleigh’s daddy, I would love that.” Jasper explains finally, he kneels down, pulling a ring from his pocket, and holds it out to me. “Will you make me the happiest man in the world, and marry me?” My hand flies to my mouth as I feel my eyes tear up, and he smiles as I nod, grabbing his face, and kissing him senselessly.

Charleigh and Renesmee giggle as they run down the aisle, I watch as Jasper stoops down, Charleigh into is arms, and she hugs him as I smile from my hiding place in the corner of the room. “Zoi, what’re you doing?!” I jump at Alice’s harsh voice, Jasper’s head snaps over to us as I tug my robe shut before he can see my dress.

“Darlin?” Jasper is at my side in a second, causing his pixie-like sister to growl in annoyance. “Is something wrong?” He asks quietly, looking at the few people at the end of the church, wait for the wedding to start.

“Cold feet.” I answer, smiling up at him. “Better now.”

“You know I love you, right darlin?” Jasper says, leaning his forehead against my own, and I smile at him.

“I know. I love you too.” He smiles at me, pecking me on the lips, and steps back, smiling at me.

“I’ll be waiting for you at the end of the aisle.”

“I’ll be the one in white.” I joke, causing him so smile, kissing me once more, before disappearing back down the aisle as Alice tugs me back towards the dressing room.

Staring into Jasper’s eyes, before our friends and families, my heartbeats echo in my chest, and he has nothing but raw love and adoration in his eyes, causing my heart to beat even faster, my eyes fogging up with tears as we start on our vows.

“Zoi, as I stand here before you in the presence of these witnesses, I, Jasper Hale, take you to be my Wife, I vow to love, cherish, and honor both you, and Charleigh, who I vow to treat and care, and love for as my daughter, be it by blood or marriage. I promise to be patient, loving, and caring, I vow to make you both happy, to make you laugh, and to be there, through the good, and through the bad, through the happy and through the sad. You are the first person I want to see in the morning and the last at night. I look forward to loving the smallest moments, like your voice, when you tuck Charleigh in at night. Spin a coin into a fountain and make a wish for us. You are my wish come true.” I choke on a sound, between a laugh and a sob, my hand covering my mouth as tears well in my eyes, and I grab his face, kissing him.

“Oh!” I laugh. “I kissed him too soon!” Everyone laughs as Carlisle smile in understanding. “Jasper, as I stand here before you, once a single mother with too much love to give, I, Zoi Swan, take you to be my Husband. To give you the right to love and care for my daughter, as your own, and I vow to love, cherish, and honor you, I promise to be understanding, caring, and honest, I vow to make you happy, to be there through anything and everything. And Jasper, may you never steal, lie, or cheat, but if you must steal, then steal away my sorrows, and if you must lie, lie with me all the nights of my life, and if you must cheat, then please cheat death because I couldn't live a day without you. I promise never to let go of your hand, that the hand that I take now, will be the same one I hold in the autumn of our lives, for you are my best friend, my confidant. Marrying you, accepting you into our family, is truly my every desire fulfilled.” Jasper smiles at me as he lifts my hand to his cheek, kissing the palm, and Carlisle has us exchange rings, before pronouncing us man and wife, and Jasper kisses me more passionately than he ever has before, the world dissolves around us, and I can’t even hear the cheers and clapping of our family until Jasper pulls away, scooping Charleigh up in his arms.

“We’re gonna be a family?” She asks.

“Yes, baby, we’re gonna be a family. You, me, and daddy.” I answer, kissing her on the cheek.

“Yay!” She cheers, causing Jasper and I to smile.

“Hey, I love you, Mrs. Hale.”

“It’s Mrs. Whitlock.”

“What?” Jasper’s tawny gaze widens.

“According to the marriage license, it’s Mrs. Whitlock.” I answer, and he sweeps me up in his free arm, spinning around as I laugh merrily.

“God, I love you!” He murmurs, pressing his forehead to my own, and I smile at him.

“And, I love you.” I answer, cupping his cheek, kissing him passionately.

“Ew! Mommy, that’s my daddy!” Charleigh protests, causing Jasper and I to pull away, looking at her as we both laugh. My heart beats, happily as I find myself thinking ‘And I thought I was in too deep.’

Hope you guys enjoyed! Happy Holidays by the way!

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Pride and Prejudice and Wrestling - Part 6

Characters: Seth Rollins x Reader, The gang from Raw

Summary: When a superstar Hollywood actress (The Reader), interacts with WWE Superstar Seth Rollins at Monday Night Raw, sparks fly. Can Rollins overcome his pride and convince the reader to take a chance on him when she’s still recovering from a nasty scandal caused by her cheating fiancé?

Warnings: Lots of flirting, angsty longing and maybe some bad words

Tags: @caramara3

Chapter 6

Three Weeks Later

“Are you sure you don’t want to do the movie? It’s a juicy role and could lead to some nice accolades during award season.”

My publicist Michelle swirled the striped straw in her unsweetened, locally sourced organic iced tea.

Michelle was a gem and a contradiction. She was always stylish but never in a Hollywood way. An older woman, she wore her chic hair in a long bob and took pride in the wide swaths of gray there when everyone was dying their hair blond to desperately keep looking like they were 27. She was a hard smoker but was refraining right now, even though we were in the open air, because I hated the smell.

She would scoff at my calling her motherly but she had been an incredible mentor to me. And, she had gotten me this far in my career in Hollywood. When I came here with $700 bucks in my pocket and no contacts, she had taken a chance on me, seeing something in me a lot of casting directors didn’t at the time. But her long term hunch paid off and she earned her money back in spades, 15% at a time.

“I am happy saying no to offers right now,” I replied, sipping from my Coke. The waitress seemed amazed it wasn’t Diet. “I want a sabbatical. Some time to sort myself out. A few months at most.” We were eating lunch at a swanky New York City hotspot. And by eating lunch, I mean being seen eating lunch at a exclusive spot outdoors in Soho while I pushed a colorfully, exotic salad around my plate.

Wouldn’t Seth laugh at me about this while he ate some healthy meal he carted around the country with him while wrestling. He would probably call my fancy salad, food fit for a rabbit princess. Or I bet he was eating ice cream right now. Asshole. Secretly I was following him on his Instagram, and he wasn’t joking about ice cream being a guilty pleasure for him.

“But this movie stars Michael Fassbender. You always said you wanted to work with him.”

“I know. I just need a break.”

Michelle sighed. It was a passive aggressive sigh. “This is about your fiancé, right? You’re ex-fiancé. You got to get your head out your ass about that and keep moving forward honey. You are embarrassed to be seen out. We are out right now. Eating at this ridiculous restaurant so we can be seen and have paparazzi shots on all the blogs. I mean we could be at my house on the Island, eating juicy steaks.”

I laughed at that. Michelle was an amazing cook. It was something I wanted to learn to do. Maybe I would do it now. I had the time.

I pushed my plate with its exotic micro grain salad away from me. “I told you I don’t need paparazzi declarations of my happiness in photo form. Also, a steak sounds amazing. As does a rest right now.”

Michelle put her hands up in capitulation. “Okay, okay. Well I will hold down the fort until you come back.”

Suddenly I was relieved. I pushed my Coke away.

“I will let the producer know that it’s a no from you.” She tapped at her iPad. “I think that’s it.” She tapped and swiped some more at her tablet. “Last thing I need to do for you is just respond to WWE. They have been insanely persistent.”

I was motioning to the waitress for the check when Michelle spoke and I could have gotten whiplash when I heard the word, “WWE”.

“Wait. What?”

“The wrestling people. They have not stopped calling.”

My heart was hammering at that. My mouth went dry. “Uh, what did they want?” Did that sound casual? Oh God. I was losing it. Be calm. Surely Seth wouldn’t use such a formal way to contact me.

“First, they wanted a coordinated response about the elevator incident and l told them the same thing I told TMZ. No comment. Then they called with a job offer. Can you imagine? You with two Oscars, working for WWE! So I told them ‘no’.

“Oh. Well, maybe we should hear them out.” I sipped my Coke again. I shrugged my shoulders and tried to sound flippant, when I was really shaky and nervous inside. “Just to see what the offer is.”

Michelle gasped. She seemed apoplectic. She was literally clutching the pearl necklace that was draped around her neck in a triple strand. “You turn down a role that could win you a third Oscar but you are interested in a offer from a wrestling company?”

I shrugged again. “Could be fun during my sabbatical.”

Michelle shook her head. “A fun way to destroy your career. You can’t take this offer seriously, hon. You would be laughed out of Hollywood.”

“But it’s something different.”

She narrowed her eyes at me. “Damn it. This is about the elevator guy, isn’t it? He’s a wrestler. What was his name? Shane? Sean?

I rolled my eyes. She knew his name. “Seth. His name is Seth.”

“Yeah, and his dick must be magic if you are thinking about ruining everything you’ve worked for over this job.”

“You don’t even know what the job is? You turned it down without even telling me what it was. Surely they don’t want me to wrestle. Aren’t you curious about what it could be?”

“I don’t bother you with jobs that are a waste of your time,” she answered in a haughty tone.

“But the job might not be a waste of my time. It could be a good distraction.” I paused. “And yes, his dick was magic.”I was joking with Michelle but not really.

Finally Michelle looked impressed and she laughed. “Well that’s something. At least you are getting some dick. I told you that would do wonders after that debacle with that louse you were engaged to. Get back up on the horse and ride it all night and all that.”

“Like you know about all that. I think your wife would take umbrage with you riding other horses, Michelle.”

“Never you mind me and my fabulous love life, my dear. It’s your love life I’m concerned about. And I admit I’m confused. You told me nothing was going on there, with Sean after the elevator incident.”

I bit my lower lip. “Maybe I was wrong there. About … Seth.” More like maybe I couldn’t help touching my hand on the hot stove even though I knew it would burn me.

“Unfinished business?”

Sure. If unfinished business meant constantly thinking about him for three weeks and constantly wondering if I should have left him without a word.

So why was I considering whatever WWE was offering? Because I was hoping it was Seth behind all this. And what would that serve if he was behind it? We couldn’t enjoy anything long term? He wasn’t suited for it with all the cheating in his past. And short term? I was so confused. But I missed Seth. I just wanted the chance to be near him and get to know him better.

I was so lost in my own world I had forgotten Michelle and her question. “Yes. I guess there is something unfinished there,” I finally responded.

“All right, hon.” She covered my hand with hers. “I will set up a meeting.” She looked me in the eye. “I hope he’s worth it.”

I didn’t answer because I didn’t want to think about the answer.

Later that night, Michelle called me to say I had a meeting at WWE HQ in Connecticut to discuss this job proposition and a car would pick me up the next morning. Michelle, in showing her displeasure at the situation could only say that I had a meeting with a guy who had way too many “H”s in his myriad of names. That made me chuckle.

But there was nothing to chuckle about as I made my way into WWE headquarters. It was serious business, with everyone in their corporate attire. I don’t know why I felt there would be people running around power bombing coworkers at the water cooler but I was disappointed that folks there were just as normal and boring as people in any office building in America. At least I didn’t feel out of place in my black slacks and simple silk blouse.

There were some gorgeous replica championship belts on display in the impressive glass encased lobby though and some larger than life photos of the various superstars lining the walls of the hallways. I tried to hide a smile as I passed the life sized picture of Seth on the wall in his shiny black ring gear, hair wet and devious smirk on his handsome face. His hands were clasped together like he was up to no good. The sexy devil. Damn him.

Triple H greeted me warmly in his gigantic corporate office with its lovely view of a manmade lake behind him. Pictures of his kids and of course Stephanie lined his large oak desk.

Despite the hand cut Italian suit, and the charismatic charm of his demeanor, Triple H looked as if he could cast off that corporate veneer and unleash some violence when necessary. Which had been proven at many a PPV and even the most recent Mania against Seth. I know because I watched it. I had been watching a lot of Seth’s old matches recently. It was a poor stand-in for being near the real thing.

“Thank you for meeting me.�� His voice was authoritative with just a hint of gravel but it was also charming and welcoming. “And for coming out here to Connecticut. I thought you might hear the pitch better if you see how we operate.”

I put my business mode smile on. “You have a very impressive operation here.”

“Thank you. We are very happy when we achieve our goal of putting smiles on people’s faces.”

I couldn’t help a little smirk. “Yes, and profits in shareholders bank accounts.”

“Exactly. That’s why you’re here.

“You think I can make a profit for WWE? I’m not a wrestler.”

“True. But you do have something we can let’s say, use to our advantage.”

I had to admit I was intrigued here.

“Your hosting Raw was very well received not just here in the States but also around the world. Your movies do extremely well internationally and you have a very loyal fanbase in those countries that the corporation is looking to expand in via our television presence. We thought it might be a good idea to have you be a part of Raw more often. You could be an “in” for new viewers in those countries. They know you and your brand. They would be interested in the show and what you are doing on it. That could expose the WWE brand to more people worldwide. More smiles on people’s faces.”

I took a moment to let all that soak in. Then I channeled Michelle’s skepticism again.

“It could also diminish my brand. My fans could become confused. I’m a actress one day, and on a wrestling show the next. Why should I do this?” Michelle would be happy I was somehow channeling her so much.

Triple H got up and walked around his desk to lean against the front of it. He looked at me intently.

“I like to read people. Figure out how they tick and what works for them. It is a strategy that worked for me in the ring and in business.

“It’s no secret you have had a tough time in the press lately. I think you could use a break from Hollywood. I also heard you ‘clicked’ with many of our Superstars.”

I shook my head, disappointed in this line of conversation. Would he say this if I was a man? I couldn’t disguise the attitude in my voice. “You mean Seth.”

“I meant Sasha and Bayley but sure, Seth too.”

Okay. So I walked into that one. “I’m not saying I would do it but what would this job entail.”

Triple H tried to keep his victorious smile at a minimum.

“Something I think you will enjoy. You’re going to work with Seth. Creative has written a storyline where you are dating. I thought that would be easy for you two to pull off. It would sell better with the audience if you live that in and out of the ring. Travel together. Like a real couple. It would be for a couple months, three at most. All the way through Summer Slam.”

“So I’m what, Seth’s pretend girlfriend and his valet.” I remembered Seth’s harsh words to me that he didn’t need a valet. “I don’t think Seth will go for that.”

“Well why don’t we ask him.”

My heart skipped several beats.

My mouth went dry. “What? Seth. He’s here?”

“Yes. I thought it would be good to talk to you first before we all sat down together to discuss this. That is if you are interested. I don’t want to waste your time.”

Sly, sly man. They called him The Cerebral Assassin for a reason. I didn’t want to play all my cards right away so I tried to sound neutral.

“Sure. Why not, since I’m here and everything.”

Triple H led me through to the adjoining conference room. It was all shiny and modern and reminded me of a Bond villain’s lair. A wall of glass floor to ceiling windows took up one side with a view of the corporate park and the man made lake. Complete with geese.

And then there was Seth. He was standing, looking out the window. His hands shoved in the pants pockets of the immaculate black suit he wore. His hair pulled back in a low man bun. His dark hair seemed just a touch fuzzy at top and just a touch unruly still. Corporate Seth was not as comfortable as Tap Out sweatpants and baseball cap Seth.

He still looked amazing though. Sexy. Powerful. Immediately, I wanted him. My body responding to his presence in the most primal and basic ways, reminding me it had been three weeks since I was in his bed.

I smiled at him but Seth didn’t return that gesture. I swallowed hard. Something was wrong. He looked shocked to see me and just a touch unsure. So unlike himself compared to the cocky, over confident guy I met almost a month ago.

“I don’t think we need introductions. We all know each other,” Triple H announced. He sat at the head of the large conference table. The king on his throne. I sat across from Seth. He seemed a mile away sitting across the wide wooden expanse.

“So, Seth. I asked you to come by HQ today because Creative has a new storyline I think you would be very interested in. It involves this lady here.” Trips motioned to me.

“Now I know you will help me try and convince her to come on board with us and be a part of that storyline and our WWE family.”

“Okay,” Seth responded. He tapped his fingers on the table. “Creative don’t let go of their secrets easily or in advance so it must be big.”

Triple H grinned. “It is big, son.”

I was finally through with waiting. “Okay what are all the details?”

“A championship run for Seth. Multiple titles. And we are going to make our lovely guest here the new General Manager of Raw.”

I couldn’t help laughing out loud at that. If I had been drinking something it would have definitely been a spit take.

I touched my hand to my chest in disbelief. “Me. General Manager of Raw. I have no experience in wrestling. It’s crazy.”

Triple H nodded. “Yes. It’s so crazy it’s brilliant. No one will see that coming.”

I just blinked at the unbelievable news. Was this somehow a prank show? I hated practical jokes. “How? I mean in what world could I become General Manager?”

“Creative will figure out the details. The thing is this. If we have you and Seth date on the show, have that played outside the ring as well, the WWE universe will accept you and you will be over as we say.

“Plus, with you as GM, it will provide some interesting story plots. Part of Seth’s arc recently has been his redeeming himself from his time with me in The Authority where his title opportunities were handed to him. So what happens when it turns out his girlfriend is in charge and can hand him those opportunities again? Does he keep going on his own path as a face doing things the proper way or give in to those old heelish tendencies to take the easier path?”

I had to admit that did sound interesting. Seth, for his part was silent. Absorbing what was said. He was turning all the angles over in his head before he spoke. When he finally did he got to the point.

“Which titles?”

“Tag team with Dean leading into a battle between you two for the Intercontinental. If you win that you will be a Grand Champion. That’s exalted company as you know.”

I didn’t know what a Grand Champion was but Seth seemed to be satisfied. I realized how hard it was for him to be at the top of the company and have it all taken away due to your own body rebelling through injury. To find yourself having to fight your way back up the ladder. New contenders coming in everyday who were also fighting for your spot. It sounded a lot like Hollywood.

“And we have to date?” Seth asked, pointing to me.

Triple H nodded. “Oh yes. It’s integral to the storyline. Like I said, this story needs to stick inside and outside the ring. I think you two can do that. Unless there is a problem I am not aware of. Then we can call the whole thing off.”

Seth was silent again. I didn’t know what to say. What was wrong? Seth was cold, distant. He refused to look at me unless he absolutely had to out of politeness.

I tried to fill the gap of silence. “Well it does sound like a lot of work but I must admit I’m interested.”

Triple H was pleased. “Great. I must ask a really personal question then. You’re not seeing anyone currently? Someone who could blow this storyline up.”

Seth finally looked over at me. Even though he said nothing, I could tell he was interested in my answer.

“No. Maybe you should ask him,” I remarked pointing over to Seth across the conference table.

“I already know his situation. He’s clear. One more question for you my dear and I am afraid its even more personal than my first one. We can’t have you around the ring if you’re pregnant. So you would need to bow out now if that’s the case.”

Seth tilted his head. His eyes now showed expression. Curiosity.

I looked at Seth as I spoke. “No. I am not pregnant.”

Satisfied, Triple H motioned over to a leather folio. He passed it to me. “Inside is the contract. I don’t expect you to sign it right now but you can read it. I will have electronic copies sent to your agent and your legal team.”

I opened the folio. “I have some requirements.”

Seth scoffed but Triple H nodded. “Name them.”

“I get to approve all parts of any storyline I am a part of. I also control what I wear and how I look. My name and likeness will always belong to me.”

Triple H thought about it and then put his hand out for me to shake. “Deal.” He paused a moment. “I like you. You’re tough.”

I must admit I was proud to hear him say that.

“Aren’t you going to ask Seth here if he’s going to do this?”

Triple H looked at me as if this was a crazy question. “Seth is a company man. He will do the storyline. It’s you that has to make the decision if you will be involved and if the storyline goes forward.”

Ok. So no pressure. If I say no, I could stall Seth’s career.

Suddenly Seth spoke up. “Maybe we can have a moment alone, Hunter. To discuss all this.”

With a nod, Triple H left the conference room.

I could have sighed. Finally. Time alone with Seth. I had so many questions for him. Mundane stuff. How was he? Was he excited about the storyline? How should we play it? Whether this love story was going to really go on offscreen as well? Could it? Because if I was honest with myself, I wanted it to. Even if he broke my heart. Which, let’s face it was likely.

There was so much to talk about and this new life on the road would provide the perfect opportunity for all that. I was risking everything for this opportunity, but nothing in life is ever gained without risk.

I opened my mouth to start to put some of my jumbled thoughts into words when Seth cut me off with a wave of his hand.

“Look Princess, don’t say yes to this job if you’re not going to take it seriously. If you’re gonna leave in the middle of the storyline’s run because you can’t handle it or how grueling life is on the road. You need to tell Hunter ‘no’ right now.

“You have to make a lot of sacrifices in WWE. Something I’m sure you are not used to in Hollywood where your every want is spoon fed to you. There are no personal assistants on the road. You carry your own luggage. You take care of yourself and the people you are working with.”

The balloon of thoughts and hopes where Seth was concerned popped. How could he say this of me? I worked as hard as anyone on the set of my movies. I had a assistant but I could damn well live my life without him doing everything for me.

I crossed my arms over my chest in my seat, ready for a fight. Bring it on Kingslayer. “You don’t think I will work hard?”

He laughed. That horrible hyena laugh of his. “Princess, I know you are going to run when the going gets tough. That’s what you do isn’t it. I bet you think all this is a joke.”

He waved his arm around the room.

“Wrestling is as serious an art as your precious acting. I’ve dedicated my entire life to it. Twelve years I’ve thrown my body around in the ring to get to where I am today. I won’t have that ruined because you run out on all of us and this storyline. I won’t have you disappoint Hunter that way either. He doesn’t know what you’re like. I do.”

Each word, each accusation from his gorgeous pursed lips was a poison arrow to my body. My heart stammered in my chest. I had to drag myself to pull in air to breathe as I started to hyperventilate. This was a different Seth than the one I left in Miami.

I got up from my seat and went to his side of the table where he was still seated. The wall of glass behind him.

“Why are you being like this Seth? What exactly have I done to you? Spell it out.”

“I just see you for what you are. It took awhile. Too bad I didn’t see it sooner.”

Soon the penny dropped and I was furious once I made the connection. “You’re mad because you think I rejected you in Miami. Why? Because in your playboy mind you didn’t get to kick a clinging Hollywood starlet from your bed? And now your preciously fragile male ego can’t take it.”

I shook my head. Of course this was the outcome. Why should I believe I would ever have anything different where men and I were concerned. Seth was just living up to his reputation as a player now.

“I bet you still told it that way to your friends when you bragged about bedding me. I bet you told them I begged you to stay before you firmly put me out of your hotel room, like some discarded room service tray.”

I was so pissed off I could feel the energy of my anger shimmer through me. Growing in waves. I walked over to the window. Away from Seth so I couldn’t do him in with violence. How dare he be mad at me.

“Always the playboy aren’t you Seth. I should have listened to Finn. He warned me about you.”

That got a rise from Seth. Literally. He got up from his seat and stood in front of me at the window. He narrowed his eyes at me. His mouth a grim line. “Don’t you dare mention his name and compare him to me.”

I poked him in that solidly muscular chest of his. “Well too bad. Besides, you need to learn the lesson that everything isn’t about you, Seth. Even though you desperately want to ‘believe that’. Well, I don’t need you. You’re not some irresistible adonis.”

That is a damned lie, my body screamed as it responded to his sexual power on display just a touch in front of me, even as the words fell from my mouth.

I poked him in the chest again. Harder this time. “I don’t need you as a friend and I don’t need you in my bed.” Another god damn lie. “That’s something you should remember while we act out this farce for the cameras and the WWE universe.”

Seth was silent a moment. The smug, cocky grin on his face growing rapidly. “I don’t need a fuck buddy, Princess. I’ve got plenty of those in my phone’s contacts. All we have to do is try to be civil, try not to embarrass each other and stick to the storyline even outside the ring. That’s it.”

He paused before looking me up and down and shaking his head as if he was disgusted by what he saw.

“And you don’t have to worry about me making advances at you. You made it quite clear you had no desire to continue what started in Miami.”

He almost snorted in disgust. “You’re a Hollywood Princess.” He choked out the last word as if he didn’t even want it to pass his lips. “It’s quite a come down to find yourself waking up in bed next to what you considered a mere Iowa farm boy.”

I shook my head at that. “Seth stop.”

Something about these words seemed worse than his earlier taunts. They were twisting the knife he had already buried in my heart earlier. I was doing well in hiding my emotions but now the tears that were threatening to escape my eyes were very close to achieving their goal. And I would rather cut off my arm than have him see me wipe them away.

“No!” He answered defiantly, his voice grave. “You’re gonna hear what I have to say, Princess.”

“Okay Seth. So you want to do this now, do you? In this cold sterile conference room with a view of a fake corporate lake and people eating lunch on little picnic tables below us.”

Seth didn’t seem to care. “We don’t have to do anything. We are not going to do anything. We’re going to stick to the script and do what we are told. If Creative says I have to kiss you in public then I am going to pucker up with a smile and bear it the best I can because there is a title at stake, man. That is the only thing that matters here. The only thing that matters to me.” There was nothing I could say to that. How could I counter his accusations when my only defense was something I could never tell him. Would never tell him after realizing how he felt about me just now.

That what we shared in Miami was more than just sex. That I knew I was losing my heart to him that very morning, after only one night, and I was terrified of being hurt.

But I was also being hurt now. Being near Seth, knowing that he hated me was killing me. All that bravado and ego he displayed inside the ring and out just masked a deep insecurity in him. I realized that now as he lashed out at me verbally. It made sense that he was always striving to prove himself, to be The Man. The Champ. To draw in all that energy from the WWE universe where they loved him or loved to hate him.

I wanted to reach out to him. To touch him. Wrap my arms around that muscular chest of his and hug him tight. I hurt him by leaving him without a word that morning in Miami, and I hated myself for that. But at that moment, after our wonderful night together, protecting my heart was key after my cheating fiancé.

Seth had been a cheating fiancé. I didn’t want to have him tell me it would be different with me this time. Only to find him awkwardly sexting some new girl from NXT or some beautiful WWE groupie who was hoping for a come up.

How could I just minutes ago have thought we could make this work and have a relationship? A real relationship. I must have been crazy.

And now we were going to pretend to be a couple for the cameras. Travel together, all the while pretending to be madly in love for three months . It would kill me.

But I realized in that moment that I had to do it. I understood how much Seth wanted that title shot. Just like how I desperately wanted a Oscar when I came to Hollywood. Winning two didn’t diminish that desire in me. It actually made me hungrier for it.

I understood how much Seth needed that title for his career and I would sacrifice some of my lauded Hollywood actress reputation to get that for him even though he hated me. I wanted him to have that success he worked so hard for and that was cruelly taken away after so many injuries.

That was love wasn’t it? That word I tried to banish but could not with Seth. Pretending to hate him and trying not to fall for him further would be the hardest acting role I ever had.

I couldn’t look at him when I spoke so I turned and looked out at the geese roaming the corporate park below us. “Right. Message received, Rollins. You want a pretend girlfriend then you got it, Seth. I will batt my eyelashes at you and hang off your arm and look up at you as if you set the moon and the stars for me. People will be envious of how much it looks like I love you.” Because I do love you. And you’re breaking my heart right now.

“They will think we are the luckiest couple in the world. And you will win that title Seth. Then maybe once you do, you can turn heel and ‘cheat’ on me with someone in the women’s division and that will end our storyline. And then you will be free of me.”

I could feel the heat of Seth’s gaze upon me but when I turned my attention to him, his normally expressive eyes seemed inscrutable. It was almost like he was looking through me.

“I know you hate me Seth. You have your reasons. I won’t argue that. I wounded your ego and hurt your pride in Miami but let’s just try and get through this okay.”

I turned to walk out the room but Seth stopped me. His hand snaked out to grab my hand. Not hard. His fingers just encircled my wrist. His thumb gently stroked my pulse. Inwardly I sighed. A natural reaction. Each touch was sheer heaven.

Seth’s voice was low, serious. “Why are you doing this? Joining Raw? You don’t have to do it. What’s in it for you?”

His face searched mine for an answer, there was something oddly hopeful in his dark eyes.

I couldn’t give him the truth. My truth. That would be my secret, always. So I lied. “For the publicity of course.”

His hand fell away. He didn’t have to say a word for me to feel his disgust.

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hereafter [saeyoung choi/707]

hello! so, here’s my first mystic messenger fanfiction! it’s been a year since i wrote an actual fanfiction, so i hope i’m not too rusty. also, i wanted to write for mysme back in october, but i lacked the time so hAHA here *throws fic at your feet* please accept this orz. ALSO, i might continue this as a series, if people like this one! it would basically be 707 actually using doing those actions and date ideas that he got from movies. we’ll see. if you have any requests, feel free to send them my way! i don’t own the characters; saeyoung was created by the cheritz team, and you own yourself ;) i hope you enjoy!

pairing: saeyoung choi x mc / 707 x mc

type: fluff (super high school level fluff)

point of view: second person / mc

summary: an early leave from work allows you to discover saeyoung’s rough plans for future romantic escapades. based on a headcanon of mine that saeyoung is actually a cheesy yet awkward romantic, so he is fond of googling romantic movies and romantic actions and makes notes of the techniques he likes. for the future, of course. ;)

word count: 2230

listen: Stop The World I Wanna Get Off With You by Arctic Monkeys

HEREAFTER

God Seven was no lover – this much you knew.

The beginning of your relationship started slowly, almost agonizingly so, but you couldn’t really blame him. He was a socially inept hacking prodigy, who spent more time talking to his RoboCat than actual people. You had to break down many, many walls just to get to his soft heart, and even then, he still felt guarded. Not that you minded, but sometimes it did feel like you were teaching a baby to walk.

He would shy away from your kisses, and your subtle fingertip brushes would immediately lead to him jamming his hand into his pocket. Your hugs would leave him a blushing, fumbling mess, and it would push him to awkwardly wrap his own arms around yours. Hell, he looked like he was about to have a heart attack when you first told him that you loved him.

Once the two of you had finally settled into the whole dating she-bang, Saeyoung began to be more comfortable at skinship. He would always take the time to profess his love verbally once in a while, and he would proceed to tease you about the growing blush on your face afterwards. He was still an awkward mess, yes, but he was excellent company (and an ahhh-mazing kisser at that).

Saeyoung wasn’t quite sure how to perform romantic actions and would often fumble with his attempts. More often than not, his attempts at wooing you ended in shared peals of laughter on the living room carpet. That alone was enough for the both of you. Besides, it was endearing to see a grown man struggle with the plights of dating. Oh, but when he put effort into it, which he always does, he definitely knew how to make you swoon.

Today, naturally, was one of the many times he proved his love to you.

Your shift at the local café ended early, allowing you to stop at a local convenience store to buy Saeyoung a beautiful pack of Honey Buddha Chips. Ever since you moved in with him, he had pushed himself to pursue a healthier lifestyle. This meant getting rid of the boxes upon boxes of Honey Buddha Chips and Ph D. Pepper. While you were initially against this, since you knew just how much he loved his daily junk food fix, he insisted he wanted to switch to a better lifestyle so he could live much longer with you. You easily gave in after that statement. (Plus his puppy-dog eyes were too much for your poor heart.) So, you settled with cooking him delicious and healthy meals daily and surprising him with a bag or two from time to time.

Your espadrilles-clad feet stopped at the front of you and Saeyoung’s humble home. Ever-since the RFA Party, Saeyoung had wanted to officially move in with you. Well, he technically begged you to live with him, which was an easy request to grant. After all, you wanted to be in his company as much as he wanted to be in yours. It was similar to living with him in Rika’s apartment, with all his shenanigans and jokes and the addition of a bit more amorous moments. Despite your relationship having a slow start, you knew the whole moving-in was definitely the right move for the both of you.

You fumbled slightly with your purse, reaching past the bag of chips to grab the house keys. You slid it in easily, and with a click, you entered your shared abode. You quietly took off your shoes and placed them on the rack. You grinned as you heard nothing but silence. Saeyoung was a homebody, so the lack of clacking keypad keys told you that he was taking his daily afternoon nap. His body clock was an absolute mess, so he usually spent wee hours of the morning working and the hours of the afternoon catching on much-needed sleep.

You stepped into the dining room, planning to stash his beloved chips away before he woke up. Instead of an empty dining area, however, you were greeted by the sight of Saeyoung’s vermillion hair and the bright glare of his trusty laptop. You stopped in your tracks, breath hitching in your throat as you surveyed to see if he was awake or not. The slow rise and fall of his chest and the hunched position he had told you he was fast asleep. You sighed as you slowly made your way towards the sleeping Saeyoung. You carefully placed your purse on the dining table as you looked over at him.

Sheets of paper cluttered half of the table, while a few wadded up ones had fallen onto the tiled floor below it. His bumblebee-colored eyeglasses were atop a stack of papers to his right, and the bright glare of his laptop indicated that he has fallen asleep not too long ago. Words were scrawled over the sheets of paper in your boyfriend’s rushed handwriting, and you couldn’t help but be intrigued with what you saw.

“ROMANTIC ACTIONS I CAN DO (´ ω `♡)” was scrawled quickly at the top of the first sheet of paper, making you stifle a laugh at the messily drawn kaomoji in the title. Your wide eyes scanned the paper, realizing that it was a list of sorts, with titles of romance movies scribbled at the side of each item.

“One, blast Peter Gabriel’s In Your Eyes on an old-school Boombox,” you mumbled under breath, smiling ever-so slightly at the clear reference to the movie, Say Anything. The list sported similar items to this, some with Saeyoung’s own notes jotted underneath it. The heat in your cheeks steadily rose as you read items such as kiss her in the pouring rain, take her stargazing (with or without a telescope), and going to a drive-in on the list. You were pretty sure Saeyoung had been taking notes from the recent romance movies that you two had been watching.

“Fifteen, serenade to her in public while running from authorities,” you said, trying to stop yourself from laughing at the very idea of Saeyoung running from people like Vanderwood while serenading to you. You could clearly hear his hearty laughter ringing in your ears as he belted out Frank Sinatra’s Can’t Take My Eyes Off You in front of a mass of strangers.

Your eyes drifted over to his laptop, eyes widening at the number of tabs open on his browser. All of them had the same topic: romantic locations for dates. There was a wide range of locations, ranging from beach resorts to adrenaline rides to simple lone parks for peace and quiet.

Your heart tightened in your chest, and you couldn’t help but burst into a wide smile at your boyfriend’s cute actions. You had wondered, after all, what he kept on doing on his laptop. He couldn’t have spent that much time programming and hacking, so you knew he had to be doing something as equally important. He must’ve put hours into planning and researching all this, you thought to yourself. The thought of him spending sleepless nights poring over every detail of these dates made you feel like you had fallen all over again for the meme-loving man.

You were pulled back to reality by the sound of rustling papers. You turned your attention to the dazed Saeyoung, whose eyes widened at the fuzzy sight of someone leaning over the table. “Wh-What in the-,” he started, before you pulled him in for a hug. He stiffened at first, unsure of how to react, but the familiar feeling of your arms around his was enough to make him relax underneath your touch. The lingering and strong scent of metal and oil told you that he had been playing around with RoboCat earlier that day. He truly felt like home. You pulled away, a dopey smile gracing your face.

Saeyoung reached out to grab his spectacles from the table; a smile gracing his own face at the sight of you. “Welcome home,” he yawned out, before his eyes widened at the realization that you had caught him in act. He stood up abruptly, stretching out his arms to prevent you from seeing his plans. A chuckle escaped from your lips, telling him that his attempt at hiding his plans were in vain. He sighed, letting his arms fall to his sides.

“I know I’m shit at this dating and feelings thing, but-,” he began, before you cut him off with a quick kiss square on his lips. His eyes widened, as his face began to flush into a deep red blush, a color you had grown fond of seeing on him. You pulled away, immediately shaking your head as your hand grasped his tightly.

“You are the best cross-dressing hacker boyfriend in the universe,” you tell him, interlacing your fingers together and bringing it up your lips for a gentle kiss. His gaze is intense yet gentle, and he lets out a chuckle as he brings your hands to his own lips.

“Of course! I’m known as God Seven for a reason!” he declares proudly, moving aside to show off the very thing he had planned on hiding from you. You rolled your eyes ironically, letting your own soft laughter escape your lips.

The both of you stayed like that for a moment, laughing with fingers interlaced together. Most of your life had become a montage of moments like these, pure and sweet, and while he did have rough days, like everyone else, you made sure you both went through it together. In the end, he always owned up to his mistakes, and you did too.

Perhaps that’s why you couldn’t see yourself loving anyone else but him.

“I’m sorry if I couldn’t tell you why I was more tired recently,” he explained, nodding over at the stack of papers. “As you can see, it was meant to be a surprise for you.”

“You are such a cheesy romantic,” you say, continuing to sport your wide grin. He blushed, huffing slightly as he squeezed your hand.

“Well, I can’t let my beautiful girlfriend steal the entire spotlight. Besides,” he paused to smile genuinely at you. He lowered himself to your height, planting a soft kiss at the top of your head. “If it meant making you happy, I would’ve been happy doing much, much more than this.”

Saeyoung slowly let go of your hand and moved over to organize the cluttered papers. You moved over to help him as well, catching names such as Paris and Japan in some of the printed papers. Your heart leapt in your chest as you let out a small happy sigh.

“What?” he asked, eyes tinged with curiosity. You shook your head, words slipping out of your mouth before you could even word them properly. “It feels like you’re planning for a honeymoon,” you say, eyebrows wiggling.

“Oh,” he pauses for a moment, as if taken aback by your words, before continuing. “Well, if I was planning for our actual anniversary, then I probably would’ve looked up how much it costs to rent a huge rocket.”

“So you’re telling me you want to have a honeymoon in space?” you said in mock surprise. He pouted at your response, eyeglasses slipping ever-so slightly from the bridge of his nose. Holy shit, how did you ever manage to score a guy like him?

“Of course! We’ll get married at a space station, have a honeymoon in space, and start a reality television show up there!” he says, pushing up his glasses in a stereotypical anime fashion. He lets out a chain of haughty laughter. “We’ll name it Space Soldier 707!”

“And I’ll be Space Cadet 606!” you say, forming your hands into a finger gun and mimicking shooting at him. He clutched his chest and fell to the floor, acting like he had been shot before uttering in amusement, “You’re definitely my Number One space partner!”

“Hah, correction: I am your one and only space partner,” you say, quickly moving to grab the bag of chips you had bought earlier before things could get even more ridiculous. “Well, at least I should be after buying you your beloved chips.”

Saeyoung’s eyes widened like that of a child, lips cracking open to form an exaggerated look of wonder. He quickly leapt up from the tiled floor and reached out to grab the lone pack from your hands. You readily gave it to him, and he looked like he could cry. You reminded yourself never to get in the way of Saeyoung and his junk food fix. “A correction, my dearest [Name], to your earlier statement,” he says, breaking open the bag of chips and grinning like a child on Christmas Eve.

“You are my one and only partner, beyond the bounds of time and space. You are my life’s partner.”

Your heart practically cart-wheeled in your chest from hearing that confession, and you made a mental note to grant him a feverish make-out session in the bedroom, after your usual anime binge-watching session. God Seven was no lover, indeed, because he was not bound to the earthly description of lover. No, the English language was not enough to define your man. He was your missing piece, the half of your whole, your one and only Defender of Justice.

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