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alilbihh · 4 years

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tomorrow (forever) | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

summary: it's only after two of your best friends get married that you and jungkook realize maybe marriage isn't that bad of an idea at all.

words: 2.3k

genre: established relationship!au, fluff, jungkook is just! a fool in love!!

a/n: I just love him ok!!! wanna kiss his nose!!!! and i took way too long to actually finish smth for the bingo. sdjksdgkj. ty for reading

The thing is, you predicted this marriage not too long ago. Or maybe it wasn't long ago at all.

It's one thing to be there when Hoseok and Yoongi are stupidly, densely in love with each other, with exchanging looks and lingering touches and letting them cry on your shoulder because they were in love with their best friend and didn't know what that meant.

It's another thing entirely, though, to be nursing a glass of wine offered to you in a tray and a well dressed waiter, poking at the decidedly uncomfortable dress digging into your side, watching the couples dance and the group of middle aged uncles cheer and the unwilling children skirt around their mother's dresses as they urge them to say hello.

You think you're tired but the buzzing in your ears tells you you're not. Hoseok keeps going around showing off his ring finger and Yoongi keeps kissing his knuckles and Jimin won't stop crying from even before the vows were said and it's all very dramatic and emotional and you can't stop smiling.

Jungkook's probably off somewhere to both charm and gain the favor of unsuspecting grannies, and when you strain your eyes to look sure enough, an older woman with too many rings and kind eyes is leading your boyfriend to a table of fruit slices and punch, probably saying something like eat, eat, you're too skinny, even though he probably has more muscle than actual flesh. You've seen this situation before.

The granny in question is shoving an entire cornucopia in his hands and watching expectantly, and you think you can pinpoint the moment he spots you watching him, eyes lighting up and his smile widening and this little bounce in his step he does when he's excited and can't quite hold it all in. You're so fond you don't think you can hold it all in, either.

He's hurriedly setting down the fruits and bowing respectfully at the granny before rushing towards you, first a walk then a jog then too-long strides that isn't quite considered a run and make him look so ridiculous you can't help but laugh. He's laughing when he reaches you, too.

Jungkook gently takes a hold of your hand, and you set down your glass of wine so he can take hold of the other, swings them around lightly,

"Y/n, hello, hello," he says, grins, clears his throat so he can push down some of the fondness leaking through his tone before finding that he doesn't need to and saying, "Did I tell you how beautiful you look?"

(Which is-- a ridiculous thing to say, really, because-- he's the one who drove you two here, and the first thing he said when he saw you was a mumbled wow and he's complimented you, like, three more times since then, and it's-- a lot. You just love him a lot.)

You pretend to think, hum lowly and say, "Huh, I can't recall. Might want to say it again."

Jungkook grins, never stopped, gently pulls you up, up, mumbles against your forehead, "Well, let me be the first to tell you that you look stunning."

You adjust his tie slightly, brush off his tux, grin something goofy and lopsided. "You look quite dashing yourself, mister Jeon. Very smart."

His hair is a bit disheveled, not quite as put together as it was when he first arrived, and when you squint you think there's a weird stain on his dark suit that's barely visible but still very much there that you're sure he, himself, has no idea of its origins. His eyes are a little wild and he's probably a bit tipsy. He's the prettiest man you've ever seen.

"Hmm," Jungkook hums something teasing, grins teasingly, too, "Will I look more smart if I start doing math problems here and now? Will it arouse you?"

You slap lightly at his chest as he laughs, "Shut up, nerd," you say but it doesn't come out nearly as menacing as you wanted it to. "Did you drink already?"

"Duh. Everyone did." As if on cue, Seokjin waltzes by in all his pink suited glory, hugging a wine bottle to his chest and whining to a nearby uncle about the extreme lack of kitchen utensils in the establishment. Someone should probably go control him.

"Where's Namjoon at a time like this?" You say, seconds before your eyes widen and you continue with a low, "Don't tell me he's drunk? Oh no. Drunk Namjoon is not a good Namjoon."

Jungkook winces, too, probably also recalling that one time Namjoon got drunk, barfed his guts out on a nearby tree, then started aggressively speaking spanish to it, in that order. You didn't know Namjoon knew spanish. Namjoon didn't know he knew spanish.

"It's.. not a good time." Is all Jungkook says.

You're both still standing in a corner by the bar, wrapped up and spewing nonsense to each other, and you think there's something you could say here, something to fill the silence, but this is nice, too. Like there's no need to fill it at all.

He's just started swaying you both to the music completely out of rhythm, something a bit slower than the upbeat song probably chosen by Hoseok, when the song abruptly cuts off, Taehyung tap, tap, tapping at the mic, someone that you think is the dj distantly yelling complaints.

"Alright, time for our dear friend Yoongi to throw the bouquet! Whoever's interested can line up, come, come, come!"

When you look over Jungkook's shoulder you see a very blushy, very displeased Yoongi and a very delighted Hoseok nudging him forward, the shorter man clutching at the blue and white flowers in his hands. Seokjin is cackling hysterically.

"Y/n-ah!" Jungkook gasps, swinging your arms around like a madman, "I wanna catch the bouquet!"

You snort, because of course he does, "Isn't that a lady thing?"

He scoffs, "That's dumb. Since when do I adhere to social norms." He's bouncing in place again, glancing from you to the dance floor and back, where a small group of women have gathered. You laugh.

"Go, go, I'll watch from here," You say and he sprints, and you watch with a laugh because--really, he stands out like a sore thumb, the tallest of them all, a black tux amidst a sea of colorful dresses. Yoongi's standing on a small podium, his back facing them all, preparing to throw the bouquet, and you think you can see everyone holding their breath in anticipation.

The whole situation is so immensely endearing, a small congregation of women with their hands already in the air, Jungkook doing little hops despite being able to easily see over all their heads.

You're so wrapped up in your thoughts, with the idea of what you'll do when Jungkook comes back all pouty and empty handed, that you don't really process when it happens; Jungkook springing into the air, clutching the bouquet to his chest like a lifeline.

He turns, grins victoriously, waving his newly acquired bouquet in the air, says something along the lines of look, look, Y/n-ah, look, I caught it, I caught the bouquet, but your brain just kind of-- short circuits.

Like yes, maybe it's just a bouquet, just a silly tradition for people to think they're meant to get married next, but that's exactly it. Jungkook caught the bouquet. That means he's meant to get married next.

By the time Jungkook reaches you, the thought marriage marriage marriage has kind of already wrapped itself around your head, echoing mercilessly. What if this were your wedding? Would you cry during your vows, like Jungkook most definitely will? What if you two were the ones to decorate the venue, to argue over its color scheme, to taste test wedding cakes until Jungkook tastes sweet sweet sweet. If every time you held hands you'd feel the smooth line of a ring, if you could look down at your ring finger and remember how much you love, love, love.

Jungkook's still looking at you expectantly when you come to.

"Um." You blink. "Congrats."

"See? I told you I could do it." He runs a finger over the petals, brows furrowed, mumbles a low what kind of flower is this, inspecting them seriously, completely unaware of your inner turmoil. And you feel kind of-- overwhelmed, maybe, of this boy, this beautiful boy, and wonder if maybe he feels the same way, maybe he'll want to spend forever with you, too.

Jungkook's still talking when you snap out of it, "...And then I was like, I'm gonna do it, and then hyung was like, don't do it, and then I was like, why can't I do it, and then he said something about it not being a good idea? I was honestly shocked. When do I not have good ideas."

"Preposterous." You say, just to have something to say.

"Absolutely preposterous." He nod nod nods, and you wonder when you both started swaying, the song already something softer and slower.

"I'm gonna," you breathe, "Gonna get a drink, I think."

"Oh! Me too, me too. Let's go," He takes a hold of your hand, which is-- devastating, really. Here you are, trying to escape the thought of marrying your boyfriend with your boyfriend following you. Devastating.

You trail behind as he leads you back to the bar, keeps holding your hand while he orders for you both, tilts his head and says whaddya want, baby? And it's, just. Devastating.

You feel a bit like how you did in your first date, just toeing over the line between friends and lovers, wondering what to do next. Feel a bit lost but not quite, feel comfortable where you are, but at the same time kind of want to be introduced as Jungkook's spouse. And kiss Jungkook's ring. And--

"Hey," Jungkook breathes into your ear, laughs when you jump, "What're you thinking so intently about?"

"About how to get you to never do that again." You stick your tongue out at him. He does the same.

"C'mon, c'mon, tell me," he says, giggling sporadically, shuffles his chair closer to yours. He looks like he wants to keep going but his eyes widen suddenly, something like the beginning of a bad idea in the glint in his eyes, "Hey, hey, I just had an idea."

"Yeah?" You grin, wave the bartender over when you see him with your drinks.

Except when he's about to set your drink down, Jungkook leans in close and--"Let's elope," and you, one: flail your arms, two: choke a little, and three: knock over your drink.

Jungkook's too busy laughing to both acknowledge and explain himself, so you're left to profusely apologize to the very confused bartender and aggressively wipe napkins over the counter. It's a mess.

"Jungkook!" You hiss once the bartender goes away, "You can't just-- why!"

"Because it's fun," he giggles, cheeks tinted rosy gold.

"What just happened?" A voice says suddenly overhead, and when you turn you see an equally confused Hoseok rightfully worried over what's going on at his wedding. This is probably the first time you've seen him away from Yoongi the whole night.

"Y/n just spilled her drink." Jungkook tattles immediately.

"I did not-"

"It just flew everywhere, all over the place. There was an avalanche of it. People were swimming in it, slipping in it, they're considering calling for a nationwide rationing of wine just to make up for—"

"Shut up, I hate you," he grins, and what you say is rendered ineffective when you let your boyfriend pull you close to kiss your temple.

Boyfriend. Because—you're not married. But maybe that's not the worst thing in the world, suddenly.

It's a few hours later, the venue growing more spacious, more empty, when you bring it up again-- Jungkook already beside you, tracing a nonsensical pattern over the back of your hand. You don't think he realizes what he's doing. The thought makes you so endlessly fond.

"Guk?" You mumble. He hums in question, head tilting to give you his full attention.

"Wha'sit, baby?" He drawls.

You breathe. There's some confetti stuck to his hair, and you laugh softly before plucking it out. He just grins and lets you, ducks his head before watching you through his lashes. You run a hand through his hair, then, the gel already having disintegrated into his skull or whatnot, fringe sticking to his forehead. He closes his eyes. Looks so pretty you might just burst.

You let in a breath. Let it out. Count to three. Say-- "That's where we're headed, right?"

It takes a second, then two. Jungkook opens his mouth, as if to say something, closes it. Looks around, and you think you can pinpoint when he realizes you're not talking about home, at least not in the literal sense.

He cracks a smile, lets out the softest laugh. "Oh, baby," he coos, kisses your knuckles once, twice, thrice, lets out the goofiest grin. "Of course, Y/n-ah, my baby. We're in this together, hm?"

(There's hints, later, too-- sometimes he'll be eating cereal and randomly say maybe yellow would be nice for our wedding, sometimes you'll walk past jewelry stores and he'll give you this soft little nudge of presence. Sometimes he'll stare a few seconds too long at your empty ring finger.

You wonder, wonder when he started saying when, when we get married, not if. Wonder when he started being so sure of it, this fiercely sure thing. Wonder when you started agreeing without much thought.

You're not engaged, not quite yet, but your heart kind of-- swells, when you think about it, that one day you will be, maybe not too far from now.

Tomorrow, though-- tomorrow. Right now, you're content as it is. You can figure out forever tomorrow.)

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 4 years

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Bad Boys

Warnings: noncon/dubcon (rough sex, oral), deception, stalking, obsession.

This is dark!(cop) Steve and Bucky and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: After a break-in, the reader struggles with her trauma and paranoia but those meant to keep her safe might just be dangerous.

Note: Shout-out to @buckybarnesplumwhore who helped come up with this idea!! It was fun. We needed so cop Steve and Bucky and I needed a breather from Summertime Sadness. Hope you guys enjoy this wild ride. Love you guys!

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You watched the men in their dark uniforms. One examined the contents of your book shelf as the other walked around the long sofa. You still felt as if you couldn’t breathe, still felt the plastic digging into your wrists, the blindfold a shroud over your eyes. The world was a haze in your fractured mind.

If you closed your eyes, you were still on the floor. Hands bound, ankles too. The black cloth kept you from seeing the strangers on the other side of it. Their footsteps ominous as they trode across the carpet to the hardwood. You heard them moving things, heard them touching your stuff, exploring your small apartment.

You took a shaky breath and turned away from the officers as they searched the living room. They’d shown up shortly after you were found by the landlord. After the intruders left and you squirmed your way to the wall and kicked for over an hour. The policed had the cut ties in a plastic bag, the blindfold too.

“Did they say anything?” The blond officer asked from behind you.

“Only shushed me,” You said quietly. “Pushed me around… but nothing else.”

“Anything missing?” The dark-haired cop intoned.

“Nothing I can see off-hand,” You turned back and crossed your arms. “I heard the opening the cupboards but… obviously I couldn’t see anything.”

The blond nodded and looked to the other. “Any valuables you have hidden?”

“There’s an envelope in my dresser. A jewelry box on top. They're still there. Other than the TV and maybe the laptop, I don’t know what else they would take.” You answered.

“And they didn’t do anything else to you besides tying you up.” The brunette asked. You stared at him a moment. He was familiar. The other too.

“No. No…” You shuddered. “I don’t know…”

“No other break-ins reported,” He added. “Neighbours didn’t see anything odd.”

“So if they didn’t take anything?” You wondered.

“Maybe thought they’d find more. Maybe chickened out of what they had planned.” The blond shrugged. “We haven’t found anything out of place.”

“What they had planned?” You repeated.

“Well…” The brown-haired cop took a deep breath. “They tied you up… Could’ve done anything.”

“You know how many there were?” The other asked quickly.

“No, but had to be more than one. Definitely.” You said.

“Two, three, more?” The blond prodded.

“I don’t know.” You touched your cheek as you felt ready to sob. “It was just so--so--”

“It’s okay,” He said. “Unfortunately, all we can do is file the report and turn in the restraints at the station. Can’t promise much result.”

“Maybe get your locks changed. A deadbolt. Use the chain,” The other added.

“Right,” You nodded meekly.

“Hey,” The other reached into his pocket. “We know it’s not much. That’s just the way these things go. Unfortunately.” He flicked a card out and held it towards you. “You call the precinct, ask for Rogers or Barnes.” You hesistantly took it from him. “My extension’s on there too.”

“Thanks,” You sighed. “Rogers…?”

“Yeah,” He raised a brow.

“Have we…” You tried to place the name to the face. “I think I know you.”

“Oh?” He shook his head.

“Couple weeks ago. Down at Central Youth Club? Kid named Rodney?” You asked.

“Sticky fingers,” The brunette snickered. “I remember you now.”

“Heh, what are the chances,” Rogers said. “How’s the kid anyway?”

“I think you scared him straight,” You replied. “He’s a work in progress though.”

“So you work at the youth centre?” Barnes asked. “Anyone there that might have something to do with all this?”

“No, not that I can think of.” You wrung your hands. “The kids there, they aren’t bad, just lost.”

“Co workers?” Rogers asked.

“No,” You scoffed. “No, never.”

“Mmm,” Barnes grumbled. “Well, we might look into it just to be safe.”

“You never know. Outside of that, there’s not much else for us to go on.” Rogers hooked his thumb in his belt. “We’ll let you know if we find any leads.”

“Sure,” You followed them to the door. “Thanks again.”

“You just take care of yourself,” Rogers turned back as Barnes opened the door. “Never hurts to keep an eye out over your shoulder.”

“Alright,” You took the door handle as they continued into the hall.

“You have a good night,” Rogers said and Barnes nodded in shared sentiment. “And don’t hesitate to call.”

“Sure,” You waved the cars between your fingers. “I will.”

You watched them go and the pit settled in your stomach. You slowly shut the door and turned the lock before you slid the chain into place. They must’ve picked it as there was no damage to the door. You shivered and pressed your back to the door. You wouldn’t be sleeping anytime soon.

⚫

“What’s she up to?” Bucky asked as he came in the door; a paper bag in one hand and a tray of cups in the other.

“As much as usual,” Steve said as he leaned back in the chair and stretched his arms.

A laptop sat on the coffee table, open and bright as the lamps glowed yellow against the night blackening outside the windows. The house seemed empty these days, since Sharon had filed for the divorce. That was over a year ago.

Irreconcilable differences. Bullshit. It was his job she hated. He didn’t have enough time for her, she claimed. He brought his work home too often. Well, what was she complaining about? He’d paid the mortgage and filled her closet with overpriced labels. He’d seen it coming but it didn’t make it any easier.

“That’s why I don’t bother with ‘em,” That was Bucky’s supportive response. No, Steve knew Bucky bothered with women, just not for very long.

Bucky dropped the bag and tray on the table beside the computer. “Hmmm,” He grumbled as he looked at the screen. She sat against the headboard, a book in her hands. She didn’t read much before her head shot up and she was searching the empty room. She never sat still for very long. She was as frightened as the night of the invasion. That was good.

Steve dug in the bag and took out a burger. His leg swayed lazily back and forth as he unwrapped it. “Think we should check in on her tomorrow?”

“What do you mean?” Bucky sat up and took a burger of his own.

“Pop by the apartment, make up some bullshit about another break-in, something or the other,” Steve said. “Fix the camera in the kitchen.”

Bucky shrugged. “Nothing going on in the kitchen. Better we let her stew. She’s antsy. Close.”

“Wait…” Steve swallowed as his eyes zeroed in on the screen. “What is that?”

They watched as she sat back. Her book was closed on the night table as she held up the bright pink shape. It was the same vibe Bucky found the night they’d tied her up in the corner. She stared at it then slipped down slowly on the pillow. Both men leaned forward.

She pulled up her tee shirt and slipped her hand past the elastic of her panties. Bucky hit a button and the frame zoomed in. Steve let out a long breath as she let out a small gasp. They could see her moving the toy beneath the cotton, the mic in her lamp caught every wisp of air that slipped from her lips.

Soon she was panting and moaning. Her legs were bent and toes pointed as she coaxed herself towards release. She muffled her orgasm as she came, one leg shot out and her back arched. She twitched and caught her breath. She pulled the toy out and let it fall to the mattress.

“Well…” Steve smirked.

“Mmhmm,” Bucky shifted on the couch. “See… we wait. It’ll all fall into place.”

“Fuck,” Steve took another bite and swallowed before he continued. “I don’t know how long I can wait.”

“Trust me,” Bucky took a fry from the bag and popped it into his mouth. “It’ll be worth it.”

⚫

Adam was one of several counselours at the youth centre. After the attack, he hadq offered you a shoulder and an ear. You took it, briefly, but found yourself unable to put into words the fear and dread which had come to enshrine your life.

Since that fateful day, he had driven you home every night. You were thankful, the crowds of the New York streets and the trains sent you into a spin. That night, you watched the lights streak through the window as the engine hummed. The car rides had grown comforting. At home, you were always alone; always vulnerable.

Often, you were silent. At work, you could force yourself to be like the old you for the kids. You could smile at them and ask about their problems. Show them how to fold an origami star or lead the daily tai chi session. It was routine, it was safe, it was assuring.

In your apartment, there was no normal. Couldn’t be. Those men could return, they could easily break your lock, even the new thick deadbolt, and could do exactly as they had done before. Even worse. And they did that in your dreams during those short spurts you managed in the all-consuming dark.

The glare of street lights cleared in your vision and you stared up at your building. You picked at the strap of your bag. You let out a shuddery breath and Adam shifted in his chair.

“You okay?” He asked,

“Yeah, I just…”

You looked through the windshield and your vision drew to a pinpoint. The man in the hoodie crossing the street, another loitering by the post, a third just opposite you with a cigarette between his lips. Was it them? Were they watching you right now? Would they strike again?

“You want me to…” He hesitated. “I can’t imagine what you’re going through but I can hang around for a bit. We can talk or not.”

You looked over at him and sighed. You rubbed your cheek and thought. It might help to have company, even if just for an hour. He watched you but not in a way that made you uncomfortable; unpresuming and cool. He had a way of measuring his concern. You never felt coddled with him but always heard.

“Coffee?” You offered. “Tea?”

“Sure,” The deep lines of his forehead receded as he smiled. “Coffee sounds great.”

⚫

Your coffee machine let out a final, grating snarl. Adam sat along the counter that divided your kitchen from the rest of your apartment. He leaned on his elbows as he watched you fill two mugs and approach the other side. You slid on over to him, between the cream and sugar. He added a bit of each and stirred slowly. You took some cream and watched the dark coffee pale.

“So…” He began. “You thought about some time off at all?”

“Time off?” You repeated.

“A couple of days? You know you can’t go on like this.” He said. “Look I didn’t come here to play counselor but… those kids need you but not at your own expense.”

“I… can’t.” You inhaled the scent of your coffee but your stomach soured at the thought of it. “I can’t be here all the time. Can’t be alone all the time.”

“You got family? Parents? You should go see ‘em.”

“They don’t… know,” You admitted. “I couldn’t-- My mom warned me when I moved here. She was right. It’s not safe.”

“So? You think she’d be happy to know she’s right? Or do you think she’d be mother to her daughter?” He challenged.

You shrugged. “I’m embarrassed. I don’t want to talk about it all the time. Don’t wanna think about it all the time.”

He nodded. “You do tai chi with the kids. Does it help?”

“The kids help. They have bigger problems and they’re so much younger and they’re so much braver.”

“Bravery is not a contest,” He pushed his coffee away. “You’re right, they have their own problems and you can’t shoulder them with your own. You should at least try to meditate on your own. Here. Reclaim this space for you. Don’t let them take it from you.”

“I can’t… breathe in here. It’s like walking into a furnace. I feel like I’m suffocating, like the flames are licking up at me. One wrong step and I’m nothing more than fodder.” You rubbed your forehead.

“You thought of moving?” He asked.

You laughed darkly. “Funny how that’s even more frightening. This place has become purgatory and yet, the outside, a world full of strangers, that is hell. Demons waiting with sinister thoughts; conspiring against me.”

“So… how do you get through the nights? You drinking?” He wondered.

“I bought a case of beer but couldn’t touch it. My neighbour offered me a puff but… not worth my job,” You said. “I just kind of am.”

“What about friends? It would be good to have someone with you,” He stood and slowly rounded the counter.

“Busy. As always. Maybe they just don’t want to deal with the damaged victim,” You moped.

“So, is that it? You couldn’t save yourself so you save others from you?” He asked. “There’s nothing wrong with you. It wasn’t your fault.”

“I don’t know that.” You breathed. “I think about that day, I should’ve known. I heard them, I swear, when I unlocked the door but I just ignored that stabbing in my chest. Door was locked, how could anyone be inside? But then… they were waiting for me and… so stupid.”

“No,” He touched your arm shyly. “No, you weren’t because how can anyone expect humans to be so needlessly cruel?”

“Anyone with a brain,” You frowned. “I should’ve listened to my mom.”

“You need to let go. You have to realize that you can’t change the past but you can change the present. You don’t have to be helpless.” He insisted.

“Adam,” You looked up at him. You searched his pale blue eyes and slowly placed your hand over his. You drew it away from your arm and clung to his hand. He watched you, patiently, intently. “I don’t want to be alone tonight.”

“Okay,” He said softly. “Okay.”

“No, you--” You shook your head and huffed. You stood on your toes and pressed your lips to his. You pulled away slowly and stared at him. “So?”

He blinked and his fingers fluttered across his lips. “So,” He uttered. “You don’t have to be alone.”

⚫

“Who the fuck is this guy?” Bucky asked, his foot up on the coffee table as he slumped back on the sofa.

Steve hung his heavy jacket up in the closet before he made his way into the living room. “What?” He asked as he checked his watch.

“She’s got some dude with her,” He said darkly.

Steve could hear her voice but couldn’t discern her words through the small speaker. “Turn it up.”

“Don’t think I need to,” Bucky dropped his feet to the floor and looked closer. He switched cameras as he watched her pull the tall blonde man through her living room.

“I know him,” Steve sat beside his partner. “Works with her.”

He went silent and his jaw ticked as the pair fell onto the couch, entwined together in a fervour. His hand balled into a fist as a wave of anger swept through him. Seeing her with another man was stunningly infuriating. She was his; theirs. They’d been watching her for almost a month. She had become a staple of their lives.

“Well, can’t say what it’ll do for their working relationship,” Bucky scoffed.

Steve nodded and pushed his tongue along the inside of his lip. He was livid. He felt worse than he had a week ago when he saw that photo of Sharon and the big lunk she had dropped him for. Irreconcilable differences, indeed. Well, he didn’t need her anymore, he had a new girl. One that wouldn’t be so unruly. He’d make sure of that.

“Hey,” Bucky elbowed him. “It’s good. Means she close. She’s gonna fuck him and then what? One night stands don’t encourage a healthy professional environment and you know how these things go. One night isn’t gonna fix what we did. Not gonna fix her.”

Steve let out a long breath from his nostrils. He watched them undress each other frantically. His blood boiled. Bucky chuckled in amusement as he watched the screen closer. Steve began to wring his hands, he wanted to barge in and pummel this guy. They had put in all this work and he was reaping the benefits.

“I can’t watch this,” He snarled.

“Come on,” Bucky turned to him. “You telling me this isn’t getting you hot.”

Steve glanced at the screen again. She was straddling him, she rode him slowly as her moans droned in the speakers. He couldn’t deny that his body was responding. That he was getting hard thinking of himself beneath her like that.

“It’s not supposed to be him,” Steve rasped.

“No, it’s not,” Bucky smirked. “But trust me, we can use this.”

Steve shook his head, confused. He glanced between Bucky and the laptop.

“Look, go, calm down, and I’ll explain when you’ve… cooled off.” Bucky clapped his shoulder. “Alright?”

“Fine,” Steve pushed himself to his feet, quick to turn away as his erection bulged inside his navy pants.

He stopped at the bottom of the stairs and looked back. Bucky’s eyes were glued to the stream and the gentle mewls mingled with a deeper voice. Steve cracked his neck and headed upstairs. He didn’t miss the subtle zip that followed his departure.

Before, before her, the house was unbearably empty. He just came home, watched some old western, and fell asleep before heading back out to the streets. At least when Sharon had still been there, he could talk to her, even if it was about nothing. He could at least pretend like his life was complete. Like he had meaning.

He thought it would turn around eventually. That Sharon would be expecting by now and he’d be working to be a father. Well, those plans had gone to shit. So that meant this time, he had to plan better.

He went to the bathroom but didn’t bother to close the door. Bucky would be distracted for a while. He undressed in a stupor. His mind was a flurry of anger and impatience. He hung his belt on the door handle and kicked his shoes towards the hall. He let his clothes pile on the tile and stared at himself in the mirror. He pushed his shoulders back and took a deep breath.

He turned the faucet and stepped into the glass shower. It was recently renovated. He’d replaced the frosted barrier with an entirely transparent booth. He wanted to be able to watch her whenever he wanted. When they had her at last, she’d never escape his sight. Never.

He planted his hands against the wall below the shower head. He leaned on them heavily and let the hot water wash over his muscles. He closed his eyes and thought of that day. They were careful and perfect. They changed out of their uniforms, pulled on the masks and gloves just outside her apartment. They had been certain to hide in the stairwell until none were around. Bucky picked the lock in seconds.

Inside, they began their work. They placed every camera and tested them. The mics too. Then they waited. Steve was just as hard then when he heard her enter. He held his breath as he listened to her moving around. As she entered the bedroom, he slipped out from behind the door and seized her. Her struggles had her ass rubbing against his crotch.

It ached just the same as he thought about it. His right hand slipped and his fingers wrapped around his cock. He thought about her tied up and blindfolded on the floor. They searched further. No weapons but some sex toys and other naughty secrets. Steve still had the pair of lilac coloured panties he’d stuffed in his pocket. He’d made sure to keep them in his jacket when they returned in their uniforms.

He stroked faster and faster as he thought of the fear in her eyes. The way she’d shied away from him and Bucky. Then she softened as they asked her questions, offered her help. She was easy. Too easy. He thought of the blond man from her work and growled. Thought of her bouncing atop him. His body shook and he cried out as he came.

He couldn’t wait much longer.

⚫

You were almost done for the day. Your small office was really a closet attached to the rec room. You sent off an email then finished tidying up the game pieces left out by the kids. When you were done, you lingered behind the door and peeked out. Things had been awkward since that night. Adam hadn’t driven you since. You avoided him and your own shame. A moment of weakness.

The coast was clear. You crept out and waved goodbye to the receptionist behind the window. She smiled and trilled her own farewell. You were quick to escape as you feared she would alert the man you were avoiding.

You hugged your bag as you sat on the subway. Your phone vibrated in your hand and the screen lit up with a new email. The sender was unfamiliar; no title, either. You opened it and your nerves began to flurry. They never quite stopped but they pinged around wildly as the thumbnail loaded for a video.

You muted your phone before you hit play. You quickly hid your screen as the footage began. It was you on your couch, on top of Adam. What the fuck? You stopped the video and read the single subtitle beneath; I know what you did.

You felt as if you would vomit. You closed the tab and locked your phone. Your stop was coming up. You jittered at the door until they opened and raced through the station. You didn’t stop, out of breath by the time you reached your apartment on the fifth floor.

You barely got your key in the slot to unlock it. You slammed the door behind you and threw your bag against the wall. You began to search for any sign, any flashing light, any glare of a lense. You tore books off the shelf, moved your TV from its stand, pulled every picture off the wall. You lost yourself in a mania.

You only stopped when a knock sounded at the door. Your heart was in your throat. You grabbed the broom from the closet and went to the door. You peered through the peephole. You flinched, confused. It was the same officers as before. You carefully opened the door and set aside the broom.

“Hello?” You greeted with a frown.

“Hey, again,” Rogers stood with hands on his hips. “Noise complaint.”

“Noise…” You realized then how the crashing and stomping must have seemed. “Sorry I was just…”

“What’s going on?” Barnes glanced past you at the mess in your living room. “You okay?”

“Fine.” You assured them weakly. “Just lost...something.”

They looked at each other before they turned back to you. “You sure?” Rogers asked. “It okay if we come in and just look around?”

“Uh, yeah,” You stepped back and pressed yourself to the open door. They entered and you slouched in shame as you reluctantly followed them.

“Whatever you lost must be really important,” Barnes neared the television still on the floor.

“I just... “

“You think maybe it was taken?” Rogers spun to look at you. “Maybe you didn’t notice.”

You nodded and hung your head. “Yeah, maybe. Look, I’m sorry.” You walked along the back of the couch. “I’ll keep it down. I didn’t mean to disturb anyone.”

They were silent as they continued to look around. They didn’t believe you. Well, you were a poor liar.

“I… Someone’s watching me.” You almost whispered.

“What was that?” Barnes footsteps were deliberate as he neared the other side of the couch.

“Someone’s…” You lifted your head and cleared your throat. “Someone’s watching me since… since the attack.”

“Watching you? What do you mean?” Barnes asked.

“There’s… a camera, somewhere. That’s what I was looking for and…” You gulped. “I sound crazy.”

“No, no,” Rogers stood at the other corner of the couch. “How do you know someone’s watching?”

“I just… know it,” You cowered. “I… can’t tell you how I know.”

“Well, you’re going to have to if we’re gonna do anything about it.” Rogers said.

You chewed your lip and shook your head. “Nevermind. I’m just… crazy.”

“If you have proof of this, you need to show us.” Barnes crossed his arms.

“If you have anything that can support these claims and your withholding it, you could be charged with obstruction.” Rogers warned.

“Your case is still open,” Barnes added. “Anything you can give us will help it from being shelved.”

“I… no, it could ruin my career.” You shied away. “If you submit it then… I could be fired.”

“Well…” Rogers said and shared a look with his partner. “Say you show us and we don’t report it. An unofficial lead. Just between us.”

“Show you…” You quivered. “I…”

“I’m sorry, Miss, but if you have nothing to back up these claims, we can’t bother following up,” Barnes said. “And you could be charged on a false report.”

“What if I just promise to keep it down?” You asked.

“That’s not how this works.” Barnes shook his head. “Look, we responded to a call here. We need something.”

You were silent for a moment. “Then I can take a fine for the complaint.”

“If someone is watching you, don’t you think it better to have us looking out for you?” Rogers insisted. “Especially after the attack.”

You blanched at the word. Attack.

“They could strike again,” Barnes stated.

You sighed and nodded. You passed Rogers and grabbed your bag from beside the door. You opened your phone and searched for the email. Your eyes stung as you held it up. His eyes rounded as he registered what was on the screen and you rescinded your hand. You pressed the phone to your chest.

“See,” You said. “They’re watching me.”

Rogers thought for a moment, his toe tapped as his blue eyes searched the wall behind you. “We can’t let you stay here. It’s not safe.”

“But… but you can’t… you…”

“We’ll keep that little video between us,” He said gently. “But in good conscience, I can’t let you stay.”

“So… you taking me in?” You asked.

“They don’t process people for noise complaints,” Barnes assured. “And I doubt you’d want us to make up some other charge. Sure that would be quite the mark on your record.”

“So…”

“You got friends?” Rogers asked. “A couch to crash on?”

“Hmmm,” You opened your phone and scrolled through your contacts.

Maya was out of town til Friday, Ashley didn’t have much room and her fiance wasn’t your biggest fan, and everyone else was outside the city. Adam was a definite no. “No… I… No one in the city.”

Steve pursed his lips as he thought. “Well,” He started carefully. “It’s a bit unorthodox but… I got a couch, a whole guest room actually. I could… see ya through the night and you can figure something out in the morning?”

“Oh?” You were taken aback at the offer. “I don’t know… I’d hate to… intrude.”

“You wouldn’t,” He said. “I’m on duty til midnight so I’ll drop you off, you’ll have the whole place to yourself for a couple hours at least.”

You furrowed your brow as you thought. “Couldn’t you get in trouble?”

“Only if anyone finds out,” Steve said. “You’re not gonna rat me out, are you, Barnes?”

Barnes chuckled. That was his answer.

“And if I say no?”

“Then we’d be obligated to seize your phone as evidence in the open case and we would charge you with obstruction.” Barnes stated plainly. “If we left you here and something happened, that’s on us.”

“Alright,” You relented. “Okay. I guess… you’re right.”

“Okay,” Steve said. “Why don’t you grab your stuff and we’ll wait for you in the hall?”

You nodded and attempted a smile. It fizzled as that same terrible doom nestled in your stomach. You shrugged it off as nothing more than the video on the phone and the unsettling knowledge that you had been under observation for so long. The officers closed the door behind them, their shadows loomed beneath the door. You’d be safe with them.

⚫

Rogers, rather Steve as he requested you call him, had a nice house. Barnes grumbled that his name was Bucky but was less insistent. Steve showed you in, a brief tour before he left. The place was neat; orderly even. The carpet in the living room was recently vacuumed, the television sat on a large stand with alphabetized movies lining its lower shelves. Every inch of the room was carefully arranged.

Except for the laptop. The computer sat on the coffee table, closed and lifeless. You wondered if he had left it there in a hurry or if that was just the place for it. You paced around the room and overanalyzed every inch of it. Anything to distract you from what had led you here.

When your nerves finally relented, you climbed the stairs to the guest room where he had left your bag. You changed into a pair of pajama pants and a cropped tee. You’d grabbed the wrong one. You tucked away your old clothes and left the bag against the wall. You closed the door and crawled into bed with your phone.

You opened your Spotify and lowered the volume so that the tones floated through the air softly. You let the music lull you in this unfamiliar place. You wrapped yourself in the thick duvet and curled up on the bed’s edge. You drifted off and your dreams carried you back to your apartment.

You were roused once by footsteps passing your door. You sat up frantic and raced over to ease it open. It was only Steve. He disappeared through a door and you fell asleep once more; this time to the hum of the shower across the hall. This time, you didn’t dream.

When you awoke again, the sun shone in through the lace curtains and you sat up with a groan. You hadn’t slept so well since before the break-in. You stretched and stood with a yawn. You tidied your hair with your fingers and crept out to the hall. You listened for any hint of movement. Maybe he was still sleeping.

You carefully descended the stairs. You rubbed your eyes as you entered the living room. You stopped dead beside the couch. The laptop was open and on. The screen shone back at you. The air went out of you and you stumbled around and dropped down onto the couch.

You apartment was clear across the screen. The cameras flicked between each room. The stream was live, the place was still a mess. You squinted and tried to understand. How? What was going on? You stood and scurried around the couch. Steve blocked your path and coffee splashed over the edge of the mug in his hand.

“Woah,” He grabbed your shoulder and steadied you. “I thought I heard you. I made you a coffee.”

“Steve,” You pulled away from him. “What the hell is going on?”

He didn’t seem bothered by your panic or your discovery as he smiled over at the laptop. He set you mug down on the table and turned to face you.

“What? I just wanna keep you safe.”

“How did you-- I don’t--” Your breath hitched as you backed away from him.

“Just sit down and have your coffee and we’ll talk.” He reached out to you.

“N-no, I… wanna go.” You gulped. “Steve, I’m going.”

He tilted his head, amused. You edged around the table to the other end of the couch. He didn’t move. But as you made to pass the sofa, you were blocked again. Bucky emerged from the kitchen. He closed you in as he crossed his arms over his broad chest.

“Where are we going?” He asked.

“What the-- You… you better let me go or-- or---”

“You’ll call the police?” Bucky laughed. “Go ahead.”

You winced and looked between them. Your head spun. “It was… you. Wasn’t it?”

“We had to show you,” Steve said.

“Show me?” You sputtered.

“That you need us. That you aren’t safe by yourself.”

“No, no, I was safe without you,” You spat. “You’ve been…. Oh, I’ve been so… stupid.”

“You’re lucky it was us. This city is full of scum. Could you imagine if one of them had picked your lock? You know what we’ve seen done to girls like you?” Bucky neared and you backed away, your leg knocked the corner of the table. “Those men, they do worse. Cut girls up and if they don’t just maim them, they kill them. Leave them on display as a little present for us.”

You were stopped suddenly. Steve pressed himself to you as his arms wrapped around your body. “We don’t want to hurt you,” He cooed.

“No,” You wriggled and tired to kick at Bucky. “No, no, no. Please--”

Bucky caught your legs and lifted them. You continued to squirm as the men held you between them. “Now, we don’t want to hurt you,” Bucky grunted. “But if we need to, we will… we can.”

“Why are you doing this?” You whined. “Ple-e-ease.”

“Mmm, I love to hear her beg,” Bucky said as they angled you around the couch. “‘Please, Officer, he’s just a kid.’”

You struggled harder as he imitated you. Your veins turned to ice as you recalled that day. Uneventful but for their visit. You hadn’t thought much of it; you’d dealt with enough cops at your job. But they had taken it as more. As an opportunity.

“Now, stop,” Bucky squeezed your legs. “You’re gonna hurt yourself or we’re gonna have to hurt you.”

They carried you towards the stairs. You stilled but trembled in their grasp. “Please…” You croaked. “Please… don’t do this.”

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” Steve’s arm hugged your waist as his hand brushed across the bare patch of your stomach. “You’ll be safe here. I made it safe for you.”

“Ugh, no,” You wriggled again but it was hopeless. They were both too strong.

They ignored your resistance easily and past the door of the room where you’d slept. They took you inside the one at the end of the hall, a large bed inside. They dropped you on it and you tried to hop up. Bucky caught you by your arm and forced you back down. Steve grabbed your other wrist as they pulled you up the mattress.

There were cuffs attached to the posts. They forced your wrists into them and locked them tightly. You kicked your legs desperately as they pushed themselves off the bed. The metal dug into your skin.

Bucky crossed to the desk by the window and took a pair of scissors. He neared the bed again and Steve approached him. He held out a hand and they had a silent exchange. Bucky handed the scissors over and Steve smiled.

Bucky grabbed your ankles and held them down as Steve got up on his knees and carefully cut along the side of your pants. He tugged them out from beneath you and tossed them away from him. Then he cut away your shirt and you sniffed back the tears as they burned in your eyes. Your panties were all that were left.

Steve handed Bucky the scissors and climbed between your legs. He held them down as he bent to nuzzle your cunt through the panties. He inhaled and sighed. You quivered helplessly. “Steve, please,” You begged. “I’m scared.”

His hands slipped from your legs and you tried to kick him. Bucky caught your left ankle and squeezed. “I’ll break it. Now stop.”

You went limp and let out a pathetic sob. Steve’s large hands stretched across his stomach as he pulled aside your panties with the other. His cool tongue made you squeak as it delved between your folds. Shyly at first, as if tasting you, as if savouring you. You closed your eyes and clutched your hands in fists. It shouldn’t feel good.

Bucky paced around the bed. You opened your eyes and found him watching. His jaw clenched as his eyes darkened. His gaze met yours and he slid his tongue across his bottom lip.

“You like fucking that dude on your couch like a slut?” He snarled. Your lips parted and you shuddered. Steve’s tongue plucked at your core. “Well, you’re gonna like this a whole lot more.”

You squeezed your eyes shut and bit your lip as you whined. Steve’s tongue circled your clit and he suckled. He dragged two fingers along your folds and spread your juices. Your thighs tenses and you bent your legs as you tried to fight the rising waves. You couldn’t. You succumbed with a long moan, rattled as you writhed. He purred as you came into his mouth.

He drew away slowly. He let your panties slip back into place and Bucky took his spot. He pushed your panties against your slick cunt until they were soaked. He grinned and pulled at the seams until they snapped. He ripped them out from beneath you and threw them at Steve who admired them and sniffed them without shame.

You let out a yelp as Bucky shoved two fingers into you without warning. He rammed them in and out a few times before he slowed. He turned his hand and curled his fingers as he pressed his palm to your clit. He squeezed and moved his hand frantically. You couldn’t help your yipes, the shock as the tension built again, this time quicker.

He forced the orgasm from you and left you sore and groaning. He licked his fingers clean and shoved them in your again. This time he was slower but your body responded. He drew you to the edge and stopped. He pushed himself away and wiped his fingers along your thigh. He stood and patted Steve on the shoulder.

“You first,” Bucky said. “While she’s fresh.”

Steve nodded and rolled his tongue behind his bottom lip as he looked to you. You averted your eyes as he began to undress. Each piece of clothing fluttered to the floor loudly in the deathly silence. The mattress shifted and you still couldn’t look. He bent over you and his mouth closed around your nipple.

He played with your tits for a while. Tended to them as if reluctant to move on. He plied kissed along your stomach, your hips your vee. He sat up on his heels and draped your legs over his thick thighs. His cock prodded at your cunt and he rubbed his tip along your folds.

He eased into you as he shifted closer. Had your ass off the mattress as he sank to his limit. You let out a moan, as much pain as pleasure. Your walls were snug around him and clenched around him. He began to rock slowly. Each time he wiggled his pelvis against you, sinking as far as he could.

As his pace mounted, you sensed movement at the end of the bed. Clothes thrown to the floor heavily. Bucky came around and stood at the side of the bed. He lifted a knee onto the bed and then another. He neared and lifted your head with one hand. You tried to turn away and his other hand went to your throat.

“Don’t even think of biting me,” He sneered. “Or you won’t have teeth left.”

“Hey,” Steve warned between huffs. “Be nice… Oh, sweetheart.”

Bucky’s hand went to your jaw and he squeezed until you opened your mouth. He slid his cock past your lips in a single motion and cradled your head as he thrust down your throat. He groaned as you gagged and spasmed. The static built and threatened to erupt as Steve sped up.

Your eyes rolled back and you came, your cries muffled by Bucky’s cock. Slobber spilled out around your lips as he fucked your mouth and kept time with Steve’s increasing pace. You struggled to breath around Bucky as your body bounced against Steve. Then suddenly it stopped.

Steve pulled out and let out a groan. Bucky took it as a cue and slipped out of your mouth so quick you choked. Steve stood and went to the night stand. He opened the drawer and pulled out a key. He held it up and looked to Bucky.

“We’ll flip her.” He said and Bucky nodded.

He unlocked the cuff from around the bedpost and handed the key to Bucky who released your wrist from the other. They turned you over and held you down as they twisted your arms behind your back and cuffed them together. You were left face down on the mattress as they moved around you.

You were dragged back and Steve climbed up to sit between you and the bedframe. He lifted your head and rubbed his cock against your lips. You opened and he pushed himself to your throat. You were ashamed. Ashamed because that voice in your head told you to be. Because you body would not obey that voice.

You felt Bucky behind you. He slipped his hands under your hips and lifted your ass as he knelt between your legs. He guided his cock along your folds and plunged into you just as roughly as he had with his fingers. You were jolted forward and gagged on Steve’s cock as it hit the back of your throat.

And they picked up their tempo again. They moved your body back and forth between them, your back arch painfully. Bucky’s hand spread across your ass and he slapped you. He pinched you and you groaned around Steve and Bucky spanked you again. Steve kept your head bobbing up and down as you knotted your fingers together behind your back.

You hummed as you came. Your walls tightened around Bucky and you felt the gush around him. He went faster, the sounds of flesh grew louder, and Steve’s voice flowed through you as he moaned. He swore and his hands clutched your head as he stilled you. He came with a twitch and spilled down your throat.

He pulled out and his cum leaked from your mouth. He traced his finger around your lips as he played with the mix of his semen and your spit. He pushed two fingers against your tongue until you sucked on them and he pet your head in approval. He rescinded his head and moved so that your head rested against his thigh.

Bucky didn’t waver. He fucked you even harder as Steve’s hand rubbed your shoulder. Bucky grunted then growled. He didn’t stop though and only did when he had cum entirely. He stayed inside you as he caught his breath. He rolled his hips and sighed.

“I told you,” Bucky said. “It would be worth the wait.”

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Percabeth Wedding Headcanons

They considered not getting married as a fuck you to Hera, but decided a better fuck you would be to not let her rule their lives.

Annabeth wore a white suit with a blue tie and Percy wore a black suit with a grey tie.

There was a huge fight over who got to be whose bride's/groom's bitches. Eventually Tyson was Percy's best man, with Jason, Frank, Hazel, Nico and Leo in his crew.

Annabeth's maid of honour was Thalia, with Reyna, Piper, Magnus, Clarisse, Rachel and the Stoll brothers in hers.

Chiron officiated. Estelle was flower girl. Grover was ring bearer, and he began chewing the cushion halfway through the ceremony, while sobbing the most.

Coach Hedge held his club up threateningly, but his eyes were suspiciously moist too.

Calypso was the next big crier, sitting with her arms crossed stubbornly in a white vintage T-shirt and faded jeans, tears seeping out through the corners of her eyes.

Almost all the gods came.

Aphrodite was jumping up and down and cooing over them, giving Percy looks that made him turn bright red. She looked exactly like Annabeth to him now.

Apollo was sprawled in a front seat that he was not supposed to be in, and had dragged Will and Meg with him, Will smiling awkwardly while Meg chatted with Artemis about how annoying Apollo was.

Hermes appeared to Percy in the dressing room ("Do you gods have NO respect for privacy?") because he 'had a message for him.’ A message from him, George and Martha, for once, wishing him good luck. They chatted, and then Percy asked if he'd met Annabeth too, but Hermes stiffened and left.

Afterwards tho he and Annabeth came face to face during the reception, and it was awkward and silent. It ended with both of them in tears about Luke, but it was healing for them both. Hermes gave her her dagger back, and Annabeth was surprised and asked how he got it back from Tartarus. Hermes said Bob had found it and sent it up, and was on the lookout for her laptop too -

But he didn't get to finish, because Annabeth hugged him hard, and after initial shock he hugged her back.

The tension between Athena and Poseidon was palpable, and they were seated as far apart as possible.

Poseidon thumped Annabeth on the back so hard she almost toppled into the lake, booming "I should have known! My son and I seem to have yet another thing in common - a love for queens among women." And Percy turned red again. Poseidon gave Percy a huge hug, and went on to meet Sally Jackson. Poseidon took his son marrying a daughter of his rival better than Athena did, though.

When Annabeth and Athena met, there was some tension. It was difficult for Athena to admit she was harsh and unfair with what she said to Annabeth in HOO, and to apologize, but Percy put his hand on Annabeth's shoulder and stood behind her, even when Athena turned her piercing gaze on him and asked that she talk to Annabeth alone. He only went when Annabeth asked him to.

Athena told Annabeth she was proud of her, and added that there was a chance she might be as great, and even greater, than Daedalus. Annabeth knew this was her best attempt at showing affection, and appreciated it.

Athena then accosted Percy, on his way back with drinks, and gave him a once over and humphed. Percy didn't flinch or show any signs of being intimidated, and she raised and eyebrow and finally said, "I will admit, Perseus Jackson, that I did not think you a good choice for my daughter. I still have my doubts... However you have proved yourself more than worthy, and so I gave you permission to marry her. But make no mistake - if you hurt her, I will crack your skull open and extract every brain cell you have left, until you are a drooling, gibbering mess." Percy replied, "If I hurt Annabeth, she'll break every bone in my body before you even get to me. So I don't think you have to worry about that." They parted on fair terms.

Artemis met Percy and Annabeth together, and they had a short conversation about the merits of being turned into a Jackalope, vs the merits of being married. "Life as a Jackalope is more enjoyable than it would seem. However, you have chosen your bane, and against all odds, I hold hope for you both." she concluded.

Hestia was tending the flames when Percy and Annabeth went to meet her, both respecting her as the most helpful goddess of legit all time. She smiled and simply said, "Hope is stronger than ever now, Percy Jackson, for you now build a new and loving home - a rarer place than you would expect."

Mr. D insisted on making a speech, and making it out to Perry Jorganesson and Annie Bell.

The only god not present was Zeus. In fact, he'd banned the gods from going when it became clear that everyone wanted to go, but the gods' respect for him after the way he handled the HOO fiasco was in negative numbers so every single one of them sneaked out of Olympus. Even those who normally wouldn’t have gone went to spite him.

Hades and Persephone went as a couple. Hades sniffed and smirked, saying only that he was glad Percy was 'not my son's type, or I'd have to deal with you' (but he low key ships Percabeth). Persephone though, smiled radiantly and was one coo away from fangirl squealing. Before they left, Hades gave them a note from Bob.

"Bob saw two stars already. They were next to him in Tartarus. Bob says hello." Percy and Annebth sobbed for fiat that, holding each other tightly. They made a point of mapping every single constellation that night. They almost cried again when they saw the Huntress above them.

Hephaestus's eyes twinkled, and he said, "I see that trap in Waterland worked after all - even if not in the way I'd intended."

Ares just grunted that Annabeth had a better weapon (the dragon fang sword) than the last time he saw her, and took his sunglasses off to glare at Percy. "Now there are TWO goddesses who'll kill me if I snuff you out."

The highlight though was Hera waltzing in, smiling smugly like she'd set up the whole thing, and eating a slice of cake, turning a seashell-and-flower arrangement into a cow because it 'looked better, and brought back memories'. She left soon enough, but not before the cow had left a warm gift.

Grover gave his blessing as Lord of the Wild, Rachel gave hers as the Oracle, and the gods fully expected Percabeth to ask for one of their blessings next, but instead the two turned to Sally Jackson and asked for her blessing as the 'supreme goddess'.

The ceremony was in the pavilion, and the reception was around the canoe lake at twilight. The trees around the canoe lake were hung with fairy lights, and Juniper and the dryads had ensured that the sweetest, most fragrant flowers grew. Seashells decorated the venue. Calypso had brought moonlace that began to glow and smell even more beautiful as night began to fall. The Hecate cabin had enchanted sparkling butterflies to flutter around them both after it got dark. The naiads sang in voices nearly as beautiful as the sirens, although lighter and airier. The pegasi flew in formation.

Bessie the Ophiotaurus as well as the Hippocampi were in attendance.

Percy and Annabeth did their first dance underwater, and kissed before resurfacing. Everyone looked around for the dance floor, but couldn't see a thing, when they realized - the lake was the dance floor. Percy had managed to magic the lake, with favours from the naiads and Poseidon, into a liquid dance floor that rippled different colours with each step.

Their wedding day had been on the last day of camp, with the whole camp invited, so with nightfall came the camp traditions, but even better.

There was the fireworks display of course, but with Leo's help it was doubly glorious and even began to tell Percabeth's story. Annabeth looked like she'd die when it began showing the Thrill Ride of Love part of the story, because "It doesn't matter if we're married Percy! It's still embarrassing!"

Camp fire was even more cheerful, what with the gods and mortals allowed in for the first time, and of course Piper+Leo and the Stoll brothers played pranks - it was funnier than it would have been because their pranks overlapped and backfired on each other instead.

Instead of wedding bands, Percabeth were married with camp beads - an owl and a trident artistically intertwined in a silver thread carved heart, designed by Rachel. Hazel summoned the silver and some jewels to embellish them - and this time, she knew, somehow, that they weren’t cursed.

Of course the cake and all food and drink was blue, as well as the flowers, the wedding party's outfits, and (on Annabeth's request as a surprise for Percy) the guests’ clothes. Aphrodite went super overboard with that, and even Artemis succumbed to a small blue flower and fang accessory in her hair.

As soon as the dancing and music ended (as soon as they could get the mic away from Apollo), the activity underway was Capture the Flag with Percy and Annabeth leading opposite teams composed of their bridal parties+friends. Coach Hedge and the Hermes, Ares, Aphrodite and part of the Apollo cabins along with a bunch of minor god cabins went on Annabeth's team, and Will, Meg, and the rest in Percy's. The gods sat it out (some had to be physically restrained) as did Grover, the nature spirits, animals and mortals (Rachel had to be dissuaded from entering armed with plastic hairbrushes and improv lighter-and-spray flamethrowers).

Nobody won. Instead of crossing over the boundary line when they met with each other's flags in hand, Percy and Annabeth started making out. Clarisse could be heard grumbling about it later.

Grover and Thalia stayed back long after everyone had left, and the four of them spent time together until four in the morning.

BTW Annabeth proposed to Percy right before he was about to propose to her. They both looked at each other in surprise for a solid minute, and then burst out laughing. It was impossible to tell who said yes, or if any of them did, but they didn't need to.

They’d both gone to Tyson for the engagement rings. Tyson was confused at first, but promised to keep their secret from each other.

Grover on the other end of the link just stopped mid conversation with the Council of Cloven Elders and Dionysus, and bleated loudly in relief, "FREAKING FINALLY." out of nowhere, and while everyone looked bewildered, Dionysus though just took a sip of diet coke and rolled his eyes, sighing, "Took them long enough."

They proposed to each other on Percy's birthday. Annabeth had baked another blue cupcake ("I'm getting better at it, too!") and they were cuddling/play fighting/sprawling on the sofa late at night in Sally's apartment, talking. They sat with their legs crossed together, devouring the cupcake with their fingers, talking about their plans.

Annabeth mentioned that she'd designed this new building for New Rome that she was SO excited to build (Reyna had contracted her as New Rome's architect), and asked if Percy wanted to see the design. Percy agreed, and she retrieved a roll of paper. Annabeth began to explain enthusiastically, and, pointing at the center of the design, said, "And this is my favourite part." Percy leaned in further to see what she was pointing at - at the heart of the temple, where the altar should be, was a blue-silver ring with a wave design over the words "will you marry me?"

Annabeth looked almost anxiously at Percy, but he looked blank. Finally, Percy uncapped Riptide, which she hadn't noticed was poised in his hand as if he was going to point or correct something on the sheet, and instead of expanding into a sword, it remained a ball pen - with a simple silver ring etched with the words "Wise Girl" around its tip.

They stared at each other, stumped, before exploding in laughter.

Sally and Paul came running from the next room, Estelle copying them and giggling in Paul's arms, worried that it was a monster attack. When instead they saw Percy and Annabeth laughing and hugging, each wearing a ring on fingers covered in blue frosting and looking as if they couldn't quite believe it, Sally burst into tears right there and had to explain to her concerned kids, laughing, that these were happy tears because secretly she still couldn't believe that they had all found their happiness and it was something she'd only dared to dream of because it was everything she ever wanted for her son and she was happy to and oh how long had she waited and worked and hoped for a happy ending for all of them but never really expected it and this was too much -

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Reunion Falls

I think I found something for the reunion falls au of Gravity Falls on the original creator’s blog. The reblog and like functionalities weren’t working for some reason, and I couldn’t find it in the creator’s archive. I really like this, though, so I’m gonna put it here and give credit.

This was originally on @sailorleo, and I couldn’t reblog it for some reason.

`-i dunno, he’s like, really weirdly clingy, but when we’re together all he wants to do is talk about his band…

-dump him.

-dipper that’s the same advice you’ve given me for every boyfriend i’ve ever had

-then why don’t you ask mabel?

-fine, maybe i will. mabel, what do you-

-no actually i think dipper’s right you should dump him

-teen soos playing with baby dipper and getting all excited when he says his name

-it would work better if stan actually knew mabel was coming beforehand, but just couldn’t work up the nerve to tell dipper until the last minute. by some fluke, mabel arrives a day early, and makes contact with dipper while stan is out.

-stan tells dipper that at the time of his birth his parents weren’t expecting twins, and couldn’t afford to take care of two children at once. he only told the kid they were dead because he thought it might be easier to handle than the idea that his parents didn’t want him.

–

-what are you still doing up?

-’m makin’ a sweater for grenda. she’s bigger than me, so it’s taking longer. you had a nightmare?

-no big deal, it was just an anxiety dream.

-a what?

-it’s like a nightmare, but instead of being scary it just makes all your deepest insecurities a reality. grunkle stan says they’re the brain’s way of reminding you that life could always be worse.

-…that sounds dumb.

-yeah, well, life isn’t fair, mabel.

–

-that corduroy girl out sick today or somethin’?

-what? um, no! i was just, uh… i tripped. on a rock. a lot of rocks.

-oh c'mon, kid, you think i never got the snot kicked outta me in elementary school? i know a fist to the face when i see it. c'mere, let’s fix you up.

–

-what can i do, though? they’re all bigger than me, and if i tell the teacher i’ll just look like even more of a wimp.

-ha! if you don’t wanna look like a wimp, you should stop letting other people fight your battles for ya.

-but i can’t-

-now hold on. i know you can’t, you’ve got about as many muscles as a soggy piece of toast. but one thing i know about the world is that guys who were born bigger, stronger, and smarter are always gonna punch down. and guys like you an’ me are stuck right at the bottom like old gum. so if your wits can’t save ya, all there is to do is punch back up.

-….do you mean that metaphorically, or….

-i was wondering when i’d have to dig these old things up again! …see, kid, all I’m trying to say is, when the world fights, you gotta learn to fight back.

–

-oh, shit. we’re not getting anywhere like this.

-*gasp* dipper!!

-what??

-you just said the ’s’ word!

-so? we’re practically teenagers, mabel. we can swear.

-i have friends back home who won’t even say ‘crap’! you must be getting it from somewhere

-i don’t know what you-

-[wendy enters] AYYYYYY DICKWEEDS WHAT’S FUCKIN HAPPENING

–

-ugh, sorry about all that, man. i don’t know why robbie’s always such an asshole to you.

-you don’t think he’s like…..jealous of me, do you?

-HA! ohhhhh my god. oh my god you’re probably right.

-what, does he think I’m gonna like, steal you away? like he’s INTIMIDATED by me? …that feels kinda good, actually.

-oh man, can you imagine? dipper pines, casanova extraordinaire! refined older women such as myself just….COLLAPSING at your feet!

–

-grunkle stan, um…. where are my parents?

-uhh……….. they died.

-oh…. how did they die?

-they………………died.

–

-you know when you’re wearing just the vest without a sweater you kinda look like……. someone. it’ll come to me

–

-mabel, what did you do to the journal????

-what? you told me to pretend it was my diary!

-i said to PRETEND it was your diary, not actually use it as a diary!! you didn’t mess with the stuff inside, did you?

[cut to: a shot of the interior of the journal, filled with stickers and cute little drawings and tiny diary entries about boys and the like]

-…….nnnnnnnope.

–

-if you’re going to be a monster hunter, you’ve got to have a look.

-hey, i’ve already got THAT covered

-no, i mean a look that tells people you mean business. like what i’ve got!

-what’s more businesslike than a leopard wearing sunglasses?

-i can think of a few things. what about like, a jacket? or…. a jacket? something besides a big fluffy sweater.

-listen dip, we’ve only known each other for a few days so i’ll let you off the hook this time. but first rule of mabel? the sweater STAYS.

-ugh, fine, but you’re gonna overheat. hey, what about this? it’s big enough to wear over a sweater. and it’s got pockets!

-but does it have PERSONALITY?

-you can decorate it or whatever i don’t care.

–

-mabel, have you seen my gel?

-nope. why do you gel your hair, anyway?

-i don’t want my bangs to cover my birthmark.

-can’t you just cut them off?

-it’s part of the look.

-ohhh, the 'look’.

–

-soooooo dipper had a crush on you, huh?

-haha, yuuuuuup. he thought he was being super smooth about it too. 100% convinced i had no idea. oh shit, dude, you wanna see this valentines card he made me when he was like, seven?

-you KNOW i do!

-boom! check it. all the blackmail you’ll ever need on one piece of construction paper.

-oh my gosshhhhhhhhh…..wait, "love, ty"?

-oh yeah, ol’ dipstick used to go by 'tyrone’ before he was dipper. just between you and me, dipper suits him better. tyrone is too cool for him.

-why’d he switch?

-dunno, really. he used to hate his birthmark, people would make fun of him for it, yknow? and then one day he just started being super cool with it. he like, reinvented his entire image around the thing. you should’ve seen him before that though, always brushing his bangs down over his forehead… well, at least he puts some effort into his appearance now.

–

-FUCK!

-KID!

-oh no.

-where’d you learn language like that?

-i… uh….

–…..wasn’t from me, was it?

-n-no! it was from…. nobody! i mean, you hear stuff around, and-

-WAHAHA! this is great! now i don’t have to keep my mouth shut around ya! and it isn’t even my fault!

–

-mabel, take out the trash

-booooooo!

-…aren’t you going to do what he said?

-sure, just as soon as i finish kicking dipper’s butt!

-i will dance on your grave, mabel.

-but…he’s your uncle. you should listen to him before he gets mad, right?

-pff, what’s ol’ stan gonna do, throw his dentures at me? (don’t tempt me, kid) half the fun of being a kid is not doing what adults tell you to do! consequences be darned.

-…paz, really, stan loves us. he’s not gonna like, hit me or anything. yikes.

–

-dipper, seriously, what the heck happened between you and gideon!

-i told you, nothing! he’s just a creep.

-oh, is THAT why he won’t stop talking about you? even on our dates! it’s WEIRD. ….you two aren’t like, exes or-

-ew, no!

-haHA! you dated gideon! gideon and dip-per sittin’ in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-

-we were FRIENDS, okay?? …sort of. i dunno. it was a long time ago.

-heyoooo my drama senses are tingling! now you HAVE to tell me! deets deets deets!

-uuugggghhhhhh fine

-dipper and gideon have been rivals since childhood, but back then it was on somewhat friendlier terms. they would get each other in trouble, start fights over nothing, ruin each other’s stuff, but they would always walk away with smiles on their faces, like an unspoken pact to annoy the shit out of each other forever. but things started to change after gideon found journal 2. dipper didn’t see him around with the other kids as often. his tactics got nastier. he started “winning” more often. things came to a head after stan started teaching dipper to box. one day when dipper and wendy were hanging out together, they ran into gideon, who took the opportunity to tease them mercilessly. when he started going after wendy, dipper socked him, hard, in the nose. “i dunno. i was really mad, but i think i also just wanted to prove i was strong. wendy was always protecting me, so i wanted to protect her back.” after that point, gideon declared them mortal enemies.

-stan and wendy were definitely elated at the fact that dipper punched gideon. stan probably tried to bake him a cake.

–

DOUBLE DIPPER

“BAM! look out party, this girl’s on a mission! and that mission is to find a summer getaway friend group. woah, huddling crowd of teenagers! that’s perfect!”

-paz is talking with everyone listening when mabel interrupts her. “heyo! guess who’s here, it’s mabel, and that’s me.” “…..that’s great, sweetheart.”

-mabel is really excited to make new friends at the party, but most everyone starts hanging around pacifica. mabel tries to make friends with pacifica but paz rejects her, saying “listen, youre new so i’ll fill you in. it might seem like people like you and are interested in you because youre 'quirky’ or whatever, but you’re just a cheap novelty. around here? i’m the one who matters. nobody ignores pacifica northwest. adoring fans?” paz snaps her fingers and the crowd begins to shove mabel out of the circle until she finally falls on the empty dance floor. defeated, mabel shuffles off to the only people not part of the crowd (candy and grenda) “you too, huh?” “don’t worry. when we burn, we burn together.” paz then steps up to the mic and points at them, shouting “hey everyone, check out this adorable new attraction! it’s the reject corner!”

“aww, we don’t need this. the true merit of a partymaster is knowing how to take the party with you. this calls for an impromptu sleepover!”

-mabel offers to cheer up her new friends by ditching the party and having a sleepover instead, candy remarks that they were planning a post-party sleepover together anyway, grenda says how she stole a raunchy romance novel from her mom- wolfman bare-chest. grenda shows off that the book has a full-color illustration of gerard, candy remarks how she wants one of her own, mabel remembers that they have an old copy machine downstairs.

-“i don’t understand. i’m having fun, but i still feel this burning desire to go back downstairs and make her suffer for her crimes. crimes against friendship and partying.” “hey, i know what’ll curb that thirst for vengeance! theft! look what i stole from my mom’s bedside table!” “grenda, you wild girl! this is perfect!” “and it comes with a full-color illustration! his pecs are holographic!” *all three girls scream* “aah!! he is so rugged and brooding, i want to take him home with me and make him my trophy husband!” “ooh, i think we have an old copy machine downstairs! that way we can all keep the poster! come on girls, let’s go make our dreams a reality!”

-the girls end up bringing gerard to life because fuck the laws of reality, he emerges and says “which of you fair maidens brought me into this realm?” candy points to mabel. “girls, i think the party is back on!”

-“hey, fursuit, i don’t know if anyone told you, but this isn’t a costume party. although that would explain YOUR outfit, mabel”, gerard gets angry and tries to defend her by attacking pacifica. pacifica gets a small scratch on her arm and shrieks “are those REAL claws?!” mabel and candy struggle with gerard and finally subdue him (after he loses an arm to the punch bowl) by stuffing him into a closet. “you can come out after you learn to stop being such a butt!!” candy makes some remark about “at least we didn’t make any more!” cut to grenda either using the copy machine or already surrounded by wolf men.

-after the gerard squad starts running wild at the party, mabel gets an idea. “grenda, they’ve already like, werewolf-bonded to you, right? so if you’re in danger, they’ll come and save you!” “..i know what i have to do. hey northwest, be mean to me!” “ok, ok, just… give me a minute. ….hey circus freak, you’ve got arms like a gorilla and a voice like a wrestler, so it’s no wonder that the only boys interested in you are a bunch of wolves!” “…..pacifica, that was really mean.” “YOU TOLD ME TO!!!”

-maybe have pacifica get on the mic again so all the wolves hear her insult

-“grenda I’m sorry you have the body of an amazonian goddess and a voice like ten angels singing one direction!!” “yeah, maybe if one direction were all chain smokers.”

-the girls use this plan to lure the wolfpack into the kitchen, where there’s a sprinkler system connected to the fire alarm. the plan is that once all of the wolves are present, mabel will signal for candy to pull the alarm. however, once mabel gives the signal, it’s revealed that candy has been captured. “i’m sorry, mabel…. their pecs were just so shiny!” “i’m sorry i dragged you into this, pacifica.” “yeah, i’m sorry you dragged me into this, too.” maybe have them cowering on top of the fridge. but just when it looks like all hope is lost, the sprinklers come on anyway. it’s revealed that the first gerard was the one who pulled it, sacrificing himself to save mabel’s life.

-“you will always be in my heart, mabel pines. and i hope…..that i will be in yours…..”

-“well, pacifica, maybe now that we’ve worked together as a team, we can come away from this knowing that our fighting was petty and pointless, having gained a mutual respect.” “are you SERIOUS? all this proves is that you’re a freak, and your friends are freaks, and even though I’m gonna make sure to stay as far away from your little circle of lost causes as possible, the next time we meet? you’re going DOWN, and I’m gonna make sure EVERYONE is watching.” “……welp! i didn’t gain anything from that! maybe next time.”

-“i’m sorry that all this happened, girls. if you don’t wanna hang out with me after this, i get it.” “are you kidding? that was incredible!” “i feel like my heart is on fire! but in a good way!”

-in the aftermath, the girls (sans pacifica) burn the book. as they watch the illustration of gerard smolder, mabel solemnly says “this ends once and for all.” “….my mom’s gonna want that book back.” “once. and. for all.”

IRRATIONAL TREASURE

-pacifica overhears what the twins are trying to do and tails them, then ends up getting captured along with them

-LET ME OUT OF HERE! I AM A NORTHWEST!

-i thought we just established that doesn’t count for anything anymore.

-pacifica yells at mabel for doing something as stupid as leaving a trail of candy wrappers, dipper interrupts to ask her why she always feels the need to shut people down like that. pacifica tells him that its her duty as a woman of status to let everyone know what their place is. “orrrrrr you just feel so threatened by the idea that you’re not as well-liked as you think you are that you need to make everyone else feel bad about themselves.” “WHAT was that?” “threatened?”

-mabel gets her nerve back and yells at pacifica that why would she ever want to be liked by a stuck-up shallow primadonna like her, and throws a hunk of peanut brittle at her, freeing trembly.

-after returning to town, the twins see pacifica being berated by her parents for disappearing and getting her clothes dirty. mabel feels sorry for her and goes over to explain that oh, it was actually my fault, i was trying to uncover dirt on the northwest family and pacifica stepped up to intervene, and we got into a fight. also we totally didnt find anything to shame the northwests so you can thank pacifica for that too. the northwests then threaten to sue the pines family for hurting their daughter, but paz holds them back, saying something about how it isnt worth it to waste time on poor people like mabel.

-this is the start of mabel and pacifica’s budding friendship, and pacifica’s redemption arc

SUMMERWEEN

-hey, little man!

-oh, hey wendy! ….and robbie.

-so….. chilling in the bushes without a costume on? what’s that about?

-nah, i’d say he’s got a pretty solid 'loser’ costume lined up already.

-i’m just hanging out with mabel and her friends, i guess. this big legendary monster thing says its gonna eat us unless we collect 500 pieces of candy but y'know. no worries.

-sick, dude. and you didn’t even have to go out and find this thing yourself? your sis must be like, a monster magnet.

-yeah, she…really is.

-well, i’d help you with the mission if i could, but i’ve got this whole 'aloof teenager’ thing to keep up, yknow? no trick-or-treating for these old bones. but I’ve got a few extra sweets in my purse if you need some more handouts! we can go find mabel, and-

-NO! i-i mean… no, don’t find her, its ok, i got it, give it to me.

-woah, chill out, you little freak! you’re not HIDING from her, are you? …is everything ok? and don’t say it is, because nobody sweats that much when everything’s ok. not even you.

-……i dunno, it’s like, i don’t mind having her around, but we’re always together and she wants us to do all these “twin” things now and I’m just not sure I’m ready for it yet.

-yeah, i getcha. its gotta be a lot to take in. hey, if you need somewhere to decompress after this whole candy deathmatch thing is over, tambry’s throwing a party at her house in a few. text me when you’re free?

-just try not to dork up the place if you show.

-robbie, if you don’t lay off I’m gonna punch you in the dick.

-i just….. twins are supposed to have this special bond, y'know? like a mind meld or something. and i just feel like i’ve missed so much. things could've….should’ve been different. and i came here because i wanted to make things the way they were supposed to be. i thought like, maybe if we were together we could pretend that its the way things always were and everything was ok. but i cant. its not.

-yeah, i… i’m sorry, mabel. everything just happened so fast, and i couldn’t handle it, and i avoided thinking about it, and….i ended up avoiding you, too. i’ve been kind of a crummy brother so far, huh?

-no, no, i get it…. i’m weird, and this is weird, and you’re one of those weird people who likes to be by yourself. and i understand if you don’t want to be siblings. but… can we at least be friends?

-i don’t see why we can’t be both.

TOURIST TRAPPED

-hey, mabel, i was wondering, uh…… how did our parents die?

-woah, what? they’re not dead! are they?? you’re freaking me out, dipper!

-'sup, hambone?

-oh, hey….. soos, right?

-you got it, lil’ dude! so, what’s eating you? besides the mosquitos anyway. nice, good one soos.

-soos, have you ever tried to do something that you thought would make everyone really happy, but instead it just blows up in your face and everything is awful and it’s all your fault?

-story of my life, dude. probably not on this scale though. just a minor everyday occurrence.

-they probably hate me, don’t they?

-what? no way! i just met you a few hours ago and i can already tell you’re like the least hateable dude I’ve ever met. you’re like if they found a way to combine a smiling puppy with an anime fairy princess.

-but i ruined everything!! that’s what they’ll call me in the history books. mabel, queen of ruining everything. everyone was fine until i got here.

-it’s not your fault, dude. mr. pines had to tell dipper at some point. and dude, if it makes you feel any better, i am PSYCHED to have you here. i was telling customers about it all day!

-thanks, soos, but…. i should probably just go home. maybe if I’m gone dipper and stan can just forget this ever happened and go back to normal.

-you kidding, dog? nothing’s ever normal around here. i know this is like, a huge bombshell, but dipper and stan love each other. they’ll work it out. …hey, my brain just came up with a totally neato idea! why don’t we pitch a tent and have a sleepover out here under the stars? we could swap stories, eat raw marshmallows, and if you still want to go home tomorrow morning you can.

-….only if you’ll try to throw the marshmallows into my mouth with your eyes closed.

-deal.

-hey, mom. yeah i got here ok! it’s great, the woods around here are so cool and mysterious! oh, and i met this really cute guy but he turned out to be a bunch of gnomes under a hoodie. i know!! wild, right!

-h-hey mabel….can i….talk to them?

-…oh, mom, dipper wants to talk to you. is that ok?

-….hi, mo- ..mrs pines. it’s dipper.

-“oh, you must be the friend mabel was talking about! she was so excited to meet you! i hope you two are having fun!”

-yeah, it's…. it’s good to have her here.

-“are you all right, dear? you’re sniffling.”

-yeah, i’ve just got a cold. it’s ok.

THE HAND THAT ROCKS THE MABEL

-mabel sees a commercial for the tent of telepathy on tv and gets excited, pulling dipper over to see the famous “psychic”. dipper is annoyed at best and just groans, expositing that he and gideon have been rivals since they were little. he says he’s been trying to catch gideon in the act of something, ANYTHING, for as long as he can remember, and now with the help of mabel’s journal he’s devised a new theory: that gideon might actually be a vampire! he’s always coated in lotion, has stark white hair, speaks like an old southern man, and it might also explain his psychic powers. but dipper isn’t allowed in the tent of telepathy anymore, and he hasn’t been able to get close to gideon in his personal life. mabel offers to go investigate in dipper’s place, but he warns her that it’s not worth it and gideon is a “creep”, offhandedly mentioning that mabel probably doesn’t have the investigative skills necessary to crack the case on her own. determined to prove herself, mabel goes anyway, in “disguise” as a journalist so she can ask gideon questions when the show is over. during the questioning gideon becomes enamored with her, and when mabel asks if he’s a vampire he flirts around the issue, suggesting that he is simply to win mabel over. it works, and she agrees to go on a date with him.

-mabel takes notes on gideon’s mannerisms in the journal while on dates

-over time, gideon begins to reveal his true colors, and mabel realizes that dating a supposed vampire doesn’t really make up for gideon’s behavior.

-actually i changed my mind about the vampire plot, probably dipper just tries to keep mabel away from gideon because of their checkered past together

BOYZ CRAZY

“….can i confess something?”

“yeah, of course.”

“I’ve never like….. LIKED anyone. I’ve dated plenty of guys, and even a couple girls, but i don’t think i felt what i was supposed to be feeling for any of them. i thought that eventually if i went out with enough people, i would start to like at least one of them, but…. i dunno. I’m starting to think that i’ll never fall in love. maybe i CANT fall in love.”

“well… that’s not the end of the world! love kinda. sucks. especially when someone doesn’t like you back.”

“ugh, that’s what I’ve been doing to all these people! for years! i suck. i keep trying to be like everyone else, but i just end up pushing people away. I’ve lost so many friends…”

“hey, it’s not your fault. robbie’s a turd, you know that.”

“yeah, i guess you’re right… i dunno, you ever feel like there’s something, like, fundamentally wrong with you? like something fucked up in the womb and now you can’t ever be a normal person?”

[dipper pulls up his shirt slightly, looking at his binder]

“yeah. i do”

DREAMSCAPERERS

bill: I WAS WONDERING WHEN I’D RUN INTO YOU! QUESTION MARK, SHOOTING STAR…. AND DIPPER OF COURSE!

mabel: whoa, hey, how come soos and i get special names, but not dipper? that’s not fair!

dipper: uh, mabel, that’s not really-

bill: THAT IS HIS SPECIAL NAME, KID! ALWAYS HAS BEEN. HE JUST ADOPTED IT A LITTLE EARLY IS ALL.

dipper: wait, what?. you…you were the one in my dreams? all this time, it was YOU?

-new scene-

dipper: it’s just… the name was a big part of my like, identity, yknow? i thought it was so cool and special and for the first time in my life i was starting to feel NOT like a freak. i thought i was being cool but i was just doing exactly what bill wanted! [pulls his jacket over his head] aaaargh, what have i been doing all this time?!

mabel: di- …..bro, listen to me. your whole like, supreme tough guy monster hunter thing? it’s PRETTY silly. but that’s what i like about it! it’s all you, and you own it! and nobody chose to make you like that but you! and you didnt choose the name dipper because bill told you to, right? that was still all you. so, i don’t know. even if the guy who made it up turned out to be kiiiiiiind of a major jerk i dont think that means all of that is ruined forever. and if you stop going by dipper i’m going to have to start going by shooting star as revenge. star for short!

dipper: ….i think i like you as mabel better.

mabel: aww no, i was already getting used to it! star sounds like the name of a princess, doesnt it? or a galactic warrior!

-BUT DON’T YOU WORRY YOUR GEL-COVERED LITTLE HEAD, KID! I WON’T BE BOTHERING YOU LIKE THAT AGAIN. YOU’VE PROVEN YOURSELF TO BE EXTREMELY DISAPPOINTING AND USELESS. CONGRATS.

SCARY-OKE

-in this case obviously dipper wouldn’t want the agents around, since stan has taught him better than that.

-dipper decides that he’s finally ready to talk to his birth parents over the phone, but when he does they insist that they never had twins and mabel has always been an only child, and he realizes they don’t know who he is. everything he knows is once again called into question.

-mabel tries to get the agents’ help in figuring out the mystery behind dipper’s birth and proving that the two of them are siblings

-maybe dipper raises the dead as a way to threaten stan? like, oh you’re so afraid of the supernatural, what if i do this

-or mabel tries to lure the agents back to the shack by creating a supernatural disaster, like oh, say, zombies

-stan finally admits, with zombies breaking down the door, that he got mixed up with the supernatural and made some very bad decisions, although he isn’t specific about what happened. he relinquishes that he kept the truth from dipper all these years not for his sake, but because he couldn’t bear to admit that he was responsible for separating dipper from the family he should’ve grown up with.

THE GOLF WAR

-mabel and pacifica run into each other at the mini golf course, and after watching mabel sink the winning shot pacifica realizes she has feelings for her. furious with herself for developing a crush on somebody like mabel, pacifica challenges her to a rematch and vows to destroy her.

-dipper and stan are worried about pacifica’s behavior, but mabel assures them that she probably just wants a little one-on-one game and had to disguise it as a fight to the death since her parents were with her.

-pacifica gets to the golf course early to get some extra practice in, discovers the lilliputtians, and decides to use them to win against mabel, convinced that if she proves to herself that she’s better then her crush will go away.

-mabel becomes concerned with pacifica’s attitude and worried that she’s gone back to her old ways, bribing somebody to help her cheat. eventually she’s captured and tied up, and pacifica has to save her.

-in the aftermath, pacifica can’t stomach apologizing, so mabel does it for her. “hold on, dip. i think i know what’s going on here.” “what? no. you definitely don’t. whatever you’re about to say about me is completely and totally wrong.” “so i just want to let you know, pacifica…. it’s ok. i understand.” “understand what there’s nothing to understand” “yes there is! and i’ve felt that way before, too. even about you sometimes.” “wh…..huh? you have?” “yeah! all that pressure to compete really gets to you sometimes. but just because i beat you at something it doesn’t mean that you’re any less cool than you were before., ok? so i don’t want you to feel like you have to prove that!” “oh. yeah. yeah, that. yeah.” [awkward pause] “soooo…. you don’t hate me?” “of course not!” “ok good. that’s like, good to know. i don’t hate you either.”

-theyre playing truth or dare and mabel dares dipper to hold candy’s hand for the rest of the night

-mabifica bullshit: 'let me see those beautiful eyes’, holding hands post-confession in nmm, arguing about whether or not to run off into the woods together at night

THE LOVE GOD

-during a conversation with wendy, dipper casually mentions that he’d like a girlfriend. mabel overhears and decides to try and pair him up with someone. she enlists the help of candy and grenda for this secret mission, but notices that candy seems uncomfortable with it. eventually she admits that she’s had a crush on dipper for a while, and mabel is ecstatic. she conspires to set them up on a date at the woodstick festival. candy makes mabel promise not to tell dipper, but of course she can’t keep her mouth shut and blurts it out while the two are having breakfast at the diner. mabel expects dipper to leap at the chance, but instead he just feels awkward. he tells mabel that although he likes candy and thinks she’s great, he’s never thought of her like that. mabel urges him to give her a chance, but dipper argues that it will end badly. he spots candy nearby, freaks out, and runs for cover. it’s at this point that mabel meets the love god.

NORTHWEST MANSION MYSTERY

-“….and grenda can take a hit pretty well so she’d be the best choice for a distraction while i spray 'em with the anointed water from behind, but we might need pacifica to-”

“actually, dip, i was gonna ask if i could handle this one on my own.”

“what? why? we don’t know how powerful this ghost is!”

“because i, the wonderful mabel pines, am going to confess my love for pacifica tonight!”

“you only realized you liked her two days ago!”

“exactly! no time to waste when romance is afoot!”

“you don’t even know if pacifica LIKES girls!”

“well i don’t know if she likes BOYS either. she always seemed kinda indifferent to-

"even if she does, what if she doesn’t like you back? and you know what her parents are like, they probably wouldn’t want her dating another girl anyway…”

“why do you always have to shoot me down like this”

“…..i’m sorry, mabel… i just don’t want you to get hurt again.”

-“we did it!” “haha, yes!!”

-(internally) “this is the perfect moment, mabel, just go for it!”

-“umm, pacifica? now that we just beat this big scary ghostman together, there’s something i wanted to-”

-“YOU’LL PAY FOR THIS, FOOLISH CHILD”

-“….on second thought, I’m gonna go exorcise screamsville here first.”

-“that’s probably a good idea”

-{“WITCH! SERVANT OF EVIL!”}

-“i’m sorry. i didn’t want you to know this about me.”

-“ok, so, your family’s gotten mixed up in some bad stuff, that doesn’t mean-”

-“no, it does. you’ve always been so nice to me, and i never did anything to deserve it… hanging out with you, and dipper, and everyone, hanging around the shack….i started to realize that this isn’t normal. my parents aren't……normal. and now I’m just so scared that no matter what i do, i’ll end up just like them.”

-“….pacifica. i know you. your outsides may be crusted over with gold coins and expensive body lotion and hairspray, but your insides are made of bubbles and kitten kisses and rainbow dolphins high-fiving each other. your parents are a couple of stinky poo-heads inside and out and you’re not anything like them.”

[pacifica, crying, kisses her]

-“oh no. this was a mistake. I’m leaving.”

-“pacifICA WAIT”

-“what would you say if i said i was in love with you?”

-“i’d say you only wanted me for my money”

-“oh pacifica, your heart is gold enough to last me a lifetime!”

-“shhhhhpsshh stop!!”

-[mabel kisses her on the cheek]

-“no but really stop i don’t want my parents to see”

-“ohhh yeah sorry”

THE LAST MABELCORN

-things start out much like they do in canon, but when mabel meets the unicorn and it tells her that she’s not pure of heart she jumps to the conclusion that bill has “tainted” her in some way by taking over her body. the abuse metaphors here are obvious. she sadly returns home and begs ford to help her in some way, and he takes her down to his study. meanwhile, dipper sets back out with the girls in mabel’s place.

-“…..but it wasn’t me….” “what?” “i…..i have to go.” “mabel, wait!”

have it so like, she’s not necessarily visibly distraught when she talks to ford, or even to her friends, but more determined to “fix” herself, hiding the worry that she’s a bad person beneath her insistence that it must be bill’s fault.

“GRUNKLE FORD! bill gunked up my soul and i need you to fix it so i can be pure of heart again!” “…mabel…” “please please please PLEEEAASE!”

-“no offense, but you break the law daily, you two have kind of a…. mutual violent streak, and you……” “don’t say anything.” “and if being involved with bill really did disqualify mabel, then I’ve been doomed for years.” “you’re also not a 'maiden.’” “good point.”

-“man, this is bullshit.” “i know. how are we gonna find someone more pure than mabel?” “no, i mean. the game’s rigged. nobody’s completely 'pure of heart’ or whatever, and how do you even measure that? that glitter-snorting poser doesn’t ever have to give up the goods because she’s asking for something that doesn’t exist.” “…so how do we get the hair?” “well, i say if princess unattainabelle back there doesn’t wanna play fair, we shouldn’t have to either. alright, kids, who’s ready to add a few more bad deeds to the naughty list?” “YEAH!”

-meanwhile, mabel’s mind begins to be encoded. “i can’t undo what’s already been done, mabel. but i can make it a lot harder for bill to hurt you again.”

-mabel’s thoughts: “do you a favor” “have craz and xyler ever kissed?” “adopt every kitten in the world” “PACIFICA PACIFICA PACIFICA”

-mabel ends up putting the helmet on ford because she starts to have intrusive thoughts worrying that he could be possessed by bill, and she decides that proving herself wrong would put them to rest. “ugh, shut UP, brain! this is why we don’t talk anymore.”

-when mabel reads his thoughts, she freaks out and, unlike dipper, actually succeeds in hitting ford with the memory gun. he’s knocked to the ground and she approaches him cautiously as he rises back to his feet. when he explains that he’s not bill and the gun didn’t work anyway, mabel starts crying and hugs him. “its ok, mabel. you did the right thing. when dealing with an enemy like bill, you can’t fully trust anyone, not even the people closest to you. …maybe if i’d known that when i was younger, we wouldn’t be in this mess now.”

-“….i’m a bad person.” “oh come on, you don’t still believe that unicorn, do you? i thought dipper told you she was full of it.” “no, i… did something really bad today. i thought bill did something to gunk up my heart but it was really just me all along.” “wow, what did you do?” “nn. you’d hate me if i told you.” “mabel, you could kill a dog in front of me and i wouldn’t hate you. and if you don’t tell me i’ll just assume the worst.” “i AM the worst.” “ohhhh my god. …..ok, let’s say that bill did break your soul for all eternity or whatever. so what? you’re still my girlfriend. and in case you haven’t noticed, i’m pretty messed up too.”

ROADSIDE ATTRACTION

-“aww, come on! think about it…. just us girls, alone under the stars…” “eww, fine! i’ll come if you stop being gross”

-“i can’t believe my own sister got a girlfriend before me!”

-“romance ain’t a contest, kid.”

-“…yeah, you’re probably r-”

-“just kidding its definitely a contest. one you’re losing.”

-“he was… flirting with me! i think he actually likes me back!”

-“AAAAAAAAA!!” “get it, girl!” “candy wins!” “i wouldn’t get your hopes up, chiu. he’s probably just being a tool.”

-“pacifica, how could you?” “why must you deny true love?” “hey, dipper’s my friend and i think he’s great, but he sucks. I’m just being realistic.”

-“oh, no. i think i just agreed to take candy out on a date.”

-“….aaaaand do you LIKE her?”

-“well, yeah…………….as a fr-”

-“UGGGGGHHHHHH I KNEW IT. listen, 'dopper’, you got yourself into this mess, and its not up to me to help get you out. you deserve it for toying with a woman’s feelings, anyway.”

“candy…. saved my life. even after i broke her heart. she’s so cool…………………………………oh, SHIT.”

-“it’s ok, dipper. if dating pacifica has taught me anything, its that the way to a woman’s heart is through emotional angst and near-death experiences. and we get those every day!”

-“you deserve this and i have no sympathy for you.”

–

DIPPER AND MABEL VS THE FUTURE

same basic setup, with mabel hitting up all her friends for party plans, but the focus is on having to return home without all the friends she’s made rather than anxiety about growing up (although that’s still a factor). in addition to discovering candy and grenda won’t be around, she also finds that pacifica’s parents are becoming suspicious of her frequent outings so she’s trying to lay low for a little while, so she won’t be able to hang out for the last week of summer.

ford invites dip along for the alien hunt, and doesn’t exactly offer dipper the chance to be his apprentice, but is impressed with his adventuring skills and the fact that dipper has been training in the art of mystery solving for years. au dipper is quite a bit braver than canon dipper after all, and quicker to spring into action right after ford. theres still a bit of hesitation involved, and when ford praises him for his courage, he laughs and remarks that mabel would’ve jumped right away without any thought. ford then confides in dipper that although mabel uses her heart before her head, he can still see how scared she is inside and thinks it would be best for mabel to return home and cease connection with gravity falls, because he’s seen first-hand how much bill has hurt her already and he doesn’t want it to get any worse. he also tells dipper that he can tell mabel’s heart isn’t in any kind of study or quest for knowledge like he is, she’s just a kid having fun, and he can tell that its mostly because she wants to impress dipper and it might be better for her to focus her energy on her own interests, which can’t happen if she stays in gravity falls. dipper reluctantly agrees, saying that he’s always sort of worried about the same thing. of course, this is the part that mabel hears over the walkie-talkie.

for all that mabel and ford’s relationship is better, he still sees her as a child while he sees dipper as more of an equal. he warns dipper that letting mabel become dependent on him, or he on her, is a bad idea, because one day they’re going to have to go their separate ways, and mabel might not be able to handle it (implying that she’ll do something drastic to keep him around, like stan did to him).

theres a scene midway through the episode of pacifica sulking on her bed, hugging a pillow to her face. her mother’s voice calls her for dinner from downstairs, and she groans and gets up. looking in the mirror, she realizes her mascara has run and she scoffs and rubs at her eyes. when she opens them up again, the mirror is full of eyes. “something wrong, blondie?” it cuts off there

after mabel runs away into the woods at the end of the episode, pacifica emerges from the bushes in her full incognito gear, saying she came to warn her about bill. that bill tried to make a deal with her but she refused everything he offered, and that he’s getting desperate and is going to try again with someone else, probably before the summer ends. she tells mabel that if neither of their families want them, they’ll run away, out of gravity falls, together. when mabel realizes she has the rift, she groans, annoyed that she has to go back home and return it. but pacifica insists that this actually makes the plan better, that if they leave gravity falls with the rift it can be kept safer… and that, maybe it would be better if pacifica held onto it, since bill is targeting mabel. mabel agrees and hands it over…. at which point pacifica takes a moment to admire it, and then smashes it to the ground. she laughs, takes off her sunglasses, and is revealed to have been possessed by bill. then the world ends.

WEIRDMAGEDDON 1

-after ford is captured, dipper runs into grenda, as in literally runs into her, while she’s attempting to chase a monster in process of carrying off candy. the two travel together for the next three days, finally deciding to explore the mall in search of mabel and the others. on the way there, though, the two are ambushed by bill’s lackeys. before the fight can begin, grenda tosses dipper out of harm’s way and shouts for him to go on without her while she holds off the monsters. dipper reluctantly escapes, leaving grenda to an ambiguous fate.

-during that time, candy finds pacifica huddled in a pile of rubble, and urges her to come help find the others, but she’s reluctant. “look, mabel’s not here anymore, alright?! she’s gone. bill got her. so you can stop pretending to like me.” “candy does not pretend. not when it comes to friendship.” “….if you just left me here, nobody would have to know.” “on your feet, northwest.”

“augh, my poor hair… it’s got like, twigs and shit in it.” “do you want me to cut it off?” “what? no. why would i do that.” “it’s a symbol! in stories, girls cut off their long hair when they are going on journeys and breaking free, leaving the past behind… it is cool and majestic and– pacifica, YOU should cut off MY hair!” “wait, seriously? …ok, whatever, fine, do your weird impulsive nerd thing. you got any like, scissors?” “let me see….. six, seven, eight pairs! i also have a knife.” “candy, what the fuck.”

-dipper finds wendy, pacifica, and candy all hiding together in the mall. dipper is surprised and relieved to find that candy is safe and she talks about how she bit the monster’s hand to get it to free her, proudly revealing that one of her teeth has turned completely red as a result. dipper admits what happened to grenda, and while pacifica and wendy look worried, candy remains adamant that she’s strong and will be all right. hesitantly, dipper asks if any of them have seen mabel. the room goes quiet, and pacifica confesses what happened, that bill came to her and threatened to possess and torture mabel again if she didn’t let him use her body. she thought that if she agreed, she’d become a ghost like mabel did and be able to use a puppet as a vessel in time to warn somebody. instead she simply blacked out, and when she came to she was just in time to see mabel being sealed in a bubble and taken away.

-at some point pacifica confesses to dipper that bill never threatened to hurt mabel. she made the deal willingly because he promised her that mabel would be able to stay in gravity falls if she let him borrow her body, and she was just so scared of losing her, and everyone.

-candy’s arm is broken in the car chase and ensuing wreck against gideon’s crew. in the aftermath, pacifica uses the remains of her jacket to make a sling.

ESCAPE FROM REALITY

mabeland is nearly the same as in canon, though maybe with some minor alterations to reflect the events of the summer. dippy fresh is replaced by a series of “dream dippers”, versions of dipper that mabel had imagined he might be like before actually meeting him. most are unrealistically cool, but one in particular is just someone who would be the ideal brother, always looking out for her and wanting to be with her. in the end of course, mabel has to look at all of this and decide that real dipper is the one she wants. (theres also a fake pacifica who shares all of mabel’s interests and is hopelessly in love with her, always flirting and offering romantic gestures, but without any of the sass and personality that make her who she is. pacifica ends up snapping her neck.)

mabel introduces the dream dippers one by one like they’re contestants on a game show, but one spot is left empty. dipper asks who it’s for, to which mabel nervously replies that it’s more convenient to have something extra just in case. later on, in the wilderness of mabeland, dipper overhears mabel talking to someone. “i don’t understand. everyone can finally be happy here. wendy can break all the rules she wants and never get in trouble, candy can be herself without people making fun of her, pacifica can get away from her parents, and dipper…. well maybe i can understand why HE wants to leave, since he apparently doesn’t want to deal with me….” suddenly, dipper hears his own voice reassuring her that everything will be alright, and he’ll stay by her side forever, that the summer never has to end. she says “do you really mean that?” to which he replies “of course. you know i’m the best brother ever.” the voice is revealed to be perfect, ideal brother dipper.

crushed by this, dipper retreats to the pond, where instead of being approached by wendy he’s approached by candy. she sits down and asks him what’s wrong, and he tells her how awful he feels that he couldn’t have done better for mabel. she assures him that he’s a wonderful person, and mabel’s being silly for not wanting someone like him as a brother. she then tells him that she was being silly for being mad at him, too, that she’s realized he was right all along, and she should’ve forgiven him earlier. “really? …'cause i was totally with you on the whole 'i was a jerk’ thing.” then candy ups the ante, going on to talk about how oh, he’s so much smarter and braver than her, and she was just upset because she thought she stood a chance with him, but she’s such a loser, she could never- dipper stops her there, worried. he continues to insist that it was his fault, he WAS being an asshole, and he should’ve apologized to her a long time ago, but he was nervous “because…. i DO like you, candy. like, like-like you.” he tells her to stop berating herself, that he likes her because she doesn’t let anybody change how weird she is and that she’s not acting like…. herself. it’s at that moment that he realizes what’s going on. as “candy” begins dissolving into bugs, a fist collides with her head and she explodes. its revealed to be grenda, who managed to find her way in because “the door was unlocked.”

when it comes to the trial, mabel’s memories are similarly flipped through, but instead of having a twin to be there in her time of need, she had nobody. she’s never had anybody like that until she met dipper.

TAKE BACK THE FALLS

-candy and grenda’s symbol is a disco ball. “…and this one could mean a person who can see the fun in any situation! or just a party animal.” “hey, that’s me!” “that’s me too!” “it’s both of us!! SYMBOL SISTERS!!!” [grenda lifts candy up onto her shoulders and they each take a hand, candy on her right side since her left arm is broken and grenda on the left]

-“we’re proud of you, daughter. saving the world will be perfect for salvaging our reputation! i still think those pines kids are a bit of a bad influence on you, though.”

-“oh YEAH? how’s THIS for a bad influence?!” [she pulls mabel into a passionate kiss] “news flash, dad! your perfect daughter’s a big fat gross lesbian! and when i grow up I’m gonna marry this riffraff right here, and change my name to pines too!! so DEAL WITH IT!!!”

stan still loses his memory as he did in canon, but dipper is the most visibly distraught and won’t stop begging him to remember. he tells him how even though they fought a lot over that summer, he loves him so much and he’d never ask for a better grunkle. he desperately tries to jog his memory with baby pictures, but they need to trigger more immediate memories first.

the solution for mabel to stay in gravity falls would be to fabricate a lie that dipper is ford’s grandson, ford being the twin that faked his own death to escape a life on the run, but they’ve just come back to reconnect with the family (since dipper lost his parents apparently), and mabel didn’t want to tell her parents at first because she was afraid they wouldn’t want her staying with an estranged family member/ex-con. but she’s made so many great friends and she loves this town and wants to stay with her “cousin”.

while the northwests go house hunting, mabel invites pacifica to stay at the shack until they can find a new home.

rather than leaving for a new adventure, ford and stan decide to stay at the shack and rest for a while, just settle into their new family dynamic. soos, melody, and abuelita all still move in, and so the house is renovated to make room for the huge family.

with the journals destroyed, the mystery squad now has to start from square one…. but dipper tells mabel that she doesn’t have to do anything to impress him anymore. that he’s ready to try just being a kid again.

#gravity falls #reunion falls #gravity falls au #interesting #i think tumblr might have actually glitched on me

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Behind Enemy Lines (But You’re Always On My Mind (Becky Lynch x Reader)

Request @4themortalinstruments4 :If anyone were to tell you that when you joined the main roster, you’d basically become Charlotte Flair’s Dana Brooke, you would’ve told them they were crazy. If they told you that you’d fall in love with Charlotte’s #1 rival, Becky Lynch… You would’ve told them they were insane.

I really owe @4themortalinstruments4, if it wasn’t for them, I wouldn’t have been made aware about someone on Wattpad stealing my work and claiming it as their own, so here’s your fic my friend!

SMUTTY SMUT SMUT AHEAD.

When you were first asked about your WWE career, you never in a million years thought you’d become Dana Brooke 2.0, becoming Charlotte Flair’s sidekick and heavy when you were called up to the main roster.

Though you were standing side by side with Charlotte Flair, you couldn’t help the way your heart skipped a beat when a certain Irishwoman’s music would fill the arena.

Becky Lynch, Charlotte Flair’s ultimate rival and here you were, pining for the Raw Women’s Champion, The Man.

It wasn’t supposed to be this way, but in all honesty, you were never supposed to be Charlotte Flair’s sidekick, but here you were, standing at her side, face impassive as Becky made her way to the ring.

As per usual though, Becky gives you a dazzling smile before she turns to Charlotte, that smile turning into a cocky smirk.

Every smile she’d directed at you was filled with kindness, a kindness that was reflected in her brown orbs.

Even after Charlotte had made you interfere with matches that she and Becky Lynch were in, the Raw Women’s Champion was still nothing but kind to you and you couldn’t fathom why, you’d cost her a match or two, and she still didn’t treat you with any animosity, going as far as to comfort you when Charlotte’s ire turned towards you.

“Y/N!” Charlotte screams into the mic and you jump, tensing as you turn to the blonde who stares at you with angry green orbs.

“Sorry Charlotte.” You frown, the woman’s nostrils flaring as she glares at you.

“I didn’t elevate your career and take you in as my protégé for you to not even listen when the Queen speaks!”

Charlotte slaps you across the face and your lip curls in a snarl.

You cover your mouth with your hand and stare at the Queen, anger obvious in your Y/E/C orbs.

Hatred for the woman had been growing for weeks, each slap and insult from her sharp tongue causing your rage to grow.

Becky notices your growing rage and puts a hand up.

“Yer lucky ya got anyone in yer corner Charlotte.” Becky motions to you and you smirk behind your hand.

Charlotte glances at you out of the corner of her eye, face scrunched up as if she’d smelled or tasted something bad.

Charlotte scoffs.

“The longer I have Y/N around, the more of a liability she becomes.” Flair growls and you close your eyes, feeling your loyalty to the woman dwindling.

“I don’t know if ya have realized, but Y/N is da only reason ya have won ANY matches against me.” Becky shrugs and the crowd cheers, agreeing with their champion.

Charlotte rolls her eyes angrily.

“I could win without her, name the time and the place.”

***

“I can’t believe you! I tell you do to one thing and you keep screwing it up!” Charlotte gives you a rough shove, shoving you back into a table backstage, knocking everything off its surface.

She lets out a loud, angry groan before stomping off, leaving you behind.

You let out a lengthy sigh, frowning as you move to your feet.

“Ya don’t ave ta take dat from her ya know?”

You turn, giving Becky a small smile as she places a hand on your shoulder.

You glance around, making sure there are no cameras on you when you let out a sad sigh.

“She’s right though, I do owe her.” You frown and Becky shakes her head.

“No ya don’t. Charlotte owes ya for all da shit she’s put ya through.”

You give her an emotionless half smile and a shrug.

“I’d never be anywhere near the spotlight if I wasn’t Charlotte Flair’s lackey.” You frown, tears in your eyes.

Becky places her title on the table behind you and surprises you by cupping your cheeks.

“Yer Y/N, a former NXT Women’s Champion, one of da longest reigning in fact.” Becky grins. “Ya don’t need Charlotte Flair to be successful. Remember dat.”

You blush at the feel of Becky’s thumbs running gently back and forth across the flesh of your cheeks, earning a toothy grin from the woman when you lean into her touch.

Much to your dismay, Becky’s hands leave your cheeks causing your eyes to flash open.

Becky’s own cheeks are tinged pink as she grabs her title from the table behind you.

“Remember Y/N, Charlotte needs ya, ya don’t need her.”

Becky reaches out, taking your hand and giving it a squeeze before she turns and makes her way down the hallway, unbeknownst to you, biting back a smile as her heart skips a beat.

You’re in a similar state, watching the woman go with a grin, your heart swelling with adoration for the Raw Women’s Champion.

***

The Royal Rumble, you were one of the final three in the Royal Rumble and the one who would ultimately eliminate you, was the one and only, Charlotte Flair, who was currently staring down Becky Lynch.

This was it, the moment you knew was coming.

You watch as Charlotte targets the injured knee of Becky Lynch, courtesy of the irresistible force, Nia Jax.

Charlotte grabs Becky’s leg, kicking it, tying it up in the ropes before giving it a jerk with her own long legs.

Your teeth are clenched from where you are leaning back against the barricade, Charlotte hanging Becky up on the ropes to deliver kick after kick to the Irishwoman’s injured leg.

Your heart races as Charlotte is tossed over the top rope, but instead of falling to the floor she lands on the apron, delivering a kick to Becky’s leg.

You get angrier with each kick until you can't take it anymore and move gingerly to your feet.

The fans start screaming as you move towards the ring, gathering the attention of The Queen.

You glance at Becky who was leaned back against a turnbuckle, her brown orbs watching you intently as you slip back into the ring, much to the ref’s dismay.

You push passed her in favor of standing nose to nose with Charlotte, the woman’s green orbs full of a fury you’d never seen before.

“I MADE YOU! WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE!? YOU’D BE NOTHING WITHOUT ME! I OWN YOU!” Charlotte screams as she slaps you across the face.

Your head turns violently, angry Y/E/C orbs locking with a worried pair of brown orbs.

You snarl, breathing heavily as you turn back to Charlotte, leaning your head back and smacking your forehead against her nose.

Charlotte falls back into the ropes, her hands on her aching nose as she stares at you with wide green orbs full of shock.

The fans throw their hands in the air, shouting YES! YES! YES! as you angrily advance on Charlotte, grabbing her by her blonde hair and smacking her face into the turnbuckle, over and over again until you’re satisfied.

She falls back onto the mat, scooting across the ring until her back meets the turnbuckle furthest away from you.

“YOU DON’T OWN ME BITCH.” You scream, the fans cheering so loud the arena is deafening.

You race towards the corner, kneeing Charlotte right in the face before rolling backwards and drop kicking her again, right in the face.

It’s with sick satisfaction that you realize she’s been busted open.

You back into the corner opposite and kneel down, eyeing Charlotte like an angry lion eyes its prey.

Charlotte eventually stumbles to her feet and you grin with satisfaction as you turn towards her.

The fans scream as you connect with Charlotte’s midsection delivering a viscous spear.

The commentators are going wild, all talking over one another excitedly and in disbelief.

You jump to your feet, letting out a Roman Reigns like scream as you stare down at the stunned woman.

“Fuck you.” You snarl, the fans close enough to hear your insult cheering and laughing as they clap their hands.

You turn to Becky, who gives you a grin, a brow arched.

“Finally.” Becky laughs as you hold your hand out to her and pull her to her feet.

The fans are all for it, cheering and screaming their assent with the usual YES YES YES chants.

“Now throw her ass out of the ring and go to WrestleMania.” You say, curtly nodding before you slip out of the ring with a triumphant smirk.

You watch the remainder of the match with a cocky smirk and when Charlotte is tossed over the top rope, you can’t help but grin, walking over to the downed Flair and glaring down at her with an ever-growing smile.

“I’ll get you back for this.” She growls and you grin, kneeling down beside her.

“I can’t fucking wait.”

Becky waves you into the ring and you’re happy to slip inside, grabbing the woman’s hand and holding it high in the air, the two of you celebrating, not only your assault and break down of your and Charlotte’s relationship, but the red-haired woman’s win and guaranteed match at WrestleMania.

***

“Can I go now?” Becky grumbles from her place on the trainer’s bed and you roll your eyes, your arms crossed across your chest.

“Stop being stubborn and let him take care of you.” You chuckle and Becky groans loudly, but stops her arguing in favor of grumbling instead.

You take a seat on the bed behind her and run your fingers through her hair as the doctor fusses over Becky’s injured leg.

Though the action is new to the both of you, it’s strangely comforting, the two of you relaxed by the mere presence of one another, you wouldn’t think you used to be the side kick of the Queen, Charlotte Flair.

When Becky lets out a wince, your fingers still, untangling from her hair in favor of gently scratching her back.

“Shhhh, it’s okay.” You whisper, the woman immediately relaxing with a tired sigh.

“That should do it.” The trainer says as her moves to his feet.

You look down at his handy work, noting the bag of ice currently strapped to Becky’s leg.

“It’s best that when you get back to your hotel room to keep it elevated, don’t want to strain it any further. Do you have anyone who can stay with you? Just in case you need anything?” The trainer asks and Becky turns to you with a smirk.

You laugh.

“Yeah, she does.”

***

You roll your eyes at the sound of the bathroom door opening accompanied by a wince and a groan.

“You were supposed to get me when you were done.” You smirk as you slip an arm around Becky, letting her lean on you as you help her towards the bed.

“I’m starting to understand why Charlotte was feuding with you.” You smirk as Becky sits on the edge of the bed.

“Wat do ya mean?” Becky grumbles as you help her lift her injured leg onto the bed, frowning and whispering apologies as you help elevate her leg.

“You’re stubborn.” You smirk and Becky rolls her eyes, sticking her tongue out at you.

“The winner of the Women’s Royal Rumble folks.” You snicker as you flop down on the bed beside her.

“Shut it.” She winks and you grin, turning towards her with a blush.

You send her a wink earning a playful eye roll from the woman before the two of you turn towards the TV where some infomercial for a new gadget is playing.

“Why did ya decide ta do it?” Becky whispers and you turn to her, brow furrowed.

“Why did ya turn on her tonight?” She asks and you turn away with a blush.

“I uhh...” You swallow hard, closing your eyes tightly.

“She kept hitting you.” You whisper under your breath and Becky’s eyes widen.

“What?” She whispers and you swallow hard.

“She kept hitting your leg, over and over again and I just, I wanted her to stop.” You shake your head angrily. “And I would’ve done anything to get her to stop.”

Becky eyes your profile intently, her cheeks flushed.

“I didn’t know ya cared so much...” She whispers and you smile, glancing down at your twitching fingers.

Becky slowly moves closer, so silent in fact that you jump when she places her hand on top of your own.

You turn towards her, your eyes wide as they dart around her face.

With Becky so close, you can not only feel her hot breath on your face, the smell of mint clouding your senses. You get lost counting the black flecks in Becky’s brown orbs, so lost in fact you don’t realize she’s leaning forwards.

You inhale softly when Becky’s lips brush against your own, the woman immediately pulling back eyes wide in horror.

“I-I’m so sorry, I just, I thought...”

You cup Becky’s cheek, the Irishwoman’s eyes wide as your thumb runs along her bottom lip.

It’s then you realize that everything you’d felt for the woman since you and Charlotte had joined forces had been reflected in her brown orbs, every time she sent you a kind smile, every time she’d congratulate you on a win, or comfort you backstage after Charlotte treated you unnecessarily poor, she’d look at you the same way she’s looking at you right now, with brown orbs full of nothing but love.

You brush your lips against hers, smiling.

“I can’t believe I missed it...” You whisper. “All this time.”

Becky’s brow furrows as her eyes scan your face.

“Your eyes give you away.” You whisper and the aforementioned pair of orbs widen.

Becky closes her eyes, leaning into your touch.

You watch her with a loving smile, leaning forwards, your lips lightly brushing hers.

“Kiss me again.” You whisper and the Raw Women’s Champion is happy to oblige, her lips meeting yours in a tender kiss.

Nothing you could’ve ever imagined would’ve done the kiss justice, it’s like nothing you’d ever felt before and at the risk of sounding corny it’s almost like your soul had been ripped in two and with a kiss, your soul was again whole.

Becky pulls back, gasping for air as the kiss ends, your forehead resting against hers as the two of you try to catch your breaths.

Your eyes search Becky’s, Becky’s own orbs searching yours, searching in the hopes of seeing how they’re feeling inside reflected in one another’s orbs and happily, you both find what you’re searching for.

Becky surges forwards, her lips again meeting yours.

The press of her lips against your own knocks the air from your lungs, the woman gasping into your open mouth.

You tilt your head, changing the angle of the kiss.

Becky’s fingers tangle in your hair, pulling you closer as she traps your bottom lip between her lips, giving it a gentle suck.

You let out a groan that has Becky pulling back, her pupils expanding as her eyes search your face.

Your lips meet again, your fingertips tracing Becky’s jawline as you flick your tongue teasingly against her lips.

“Lass...” She sighs, her lips disconnecting with your own before they again meet.

Becky groans when you give her bottom lip a nip, tugging it with you as you pull away.

You go in for another kiss, and without any prompting, Becky’s lips part.

Your tongue slips into her mouth, whining when her tongue swipes against your own for the first time.

You shiver at the throb that shoots through your body and straight to your core, the sensitive nub between your legs throbbing, so much so that you let out a moan.

Becky grins against your lips as her tongue slips into your mouth, swirling playfully around your own before teasing it.

Becky surprises the both of you when she rolls over, climbing on top of you though when puts any pressure on her leg she lets out a cry.

“Hey, hey.” You whisper, slowly rolling her back over until her back meets the mattress.

“Easy.” You whisper, Becky letting out a groan.

“But I want ta kiss ya.” She grumbles and you smirk, leaning in for another kiss.

“We can still do that.” Your lips split into a grin as you press a kiss to her lips.

“What if I wanted...” She starts and you pull back, your brows furrowed.

By the flush on Becky’s cheeks, it’s easy for you to put two and two together.

Your lips split into a grin and Becky turns away, her cheeks blood red.

“Tell me what you want...” You purr into her ear your finger trailing down one of her bare thighs.

Becky shivers, inhaling sharply when your finger runs up the inside her thigh, your fingers, purposely, stilling over her covered sex.

“Tell me.” You whisper, biting her earlobe as you press your fingers against the front of her shorts, reveling in the way the woman’s hips jump.

“Here?” You whisper, your fingers twitching.

Becky’s brow furrows.

“Right der.”

Becky grabs onto your arm as you teasingly draw large circles over the front of her shorts, the added feel of her clothes rubbing against the little bundle of nerves between her legs.

“Oh god.” She whispers as you use three fingers to rub small, tight circles over the front of her shorts.

Becky inhales sharply as her eyes lock with yours, your eyes glassy as you watch the woman shudder and shake in pleasure.

Her hips cant and you smirk.

“Feels so good.” Becky gasps as you nip at her jawline, your fingers rubbing firm, tight circles over her slowly dampening shorts.

Becky wraps an arm around you, her fingers prodding into your back as her hips roll against your fingers.

Becky grabs your arm as her hips roll wildly, chasing her release.

“I’m so close.” Becky cries out as her mouth drops open, brow furrowed.

Stars explode behind her eyes as she cums and you can only watch in awe as her body shivers and shakes.

You help Becky come down from her high, the woman panting as your fingers eventually still.

Becky pants heavily, heavy eye lids fluttering open, her brown orbs locking with your Y/E/C orbs.

“Sh-Shit...” She breathes out and you grin, leaning down to press a kiss to her lips.

Becky starts to try to fumble with your own shorts and you shake your head, grabbing her wrist.

“Lay back, let me take care of you.” You whisper against her lips as you kiss her softly.

Becky watches with blown pupils as you move to the end of the bed, crawling up between her legs.

Delicately, you spread her uninjured leg and slip between them, leaning down and nuzzling against the front of Becky’s damp shorts.

“Ungh.” Becky grunts, eyes closing.

You crawl up the woman, sitting between her legs as you give her shirt a tug.

“Take it off.” You smirk and Becky is quick to oblige, tossing the shirt over your shoulder in seconds.

You lick your lips, eyeing the newly exposed flesh hungrily.

Without hesitation you lean down, kiss and nipping at the tops of Becky’s breast, the woman gazing down at you with hooded brow orbs.

Becky’s unable to keep still when you take one of her pert nipples between your teeth and give it a tug, your hand groping her other breast, your palm gliding back and forth across her nipple.

You take a large part of her best in her mouth and give it a hard suck, your tongue flicking against her nipple as you release her breast with a pop.

Becky’s brow furrows as you lavish her other breast with attention before pressing your lips against hers, tongue invading her mouth seconds later.

You pull back too quickly for Becky’s liking and she lets out a whine, but when you give the hem of her shorts a tug, she groans.

She leans back, raising her hips aiding you in pulling her shorts down.

You pull them off one leg before gently guiding them down Becky’s injured leg. She winces and you frown, leaning down to press a kiss to Becky’s injured, bruised knee.

“It’s okay.” You whisper as you kiss it tenderly before turning your attention back to your intended target, Becky’s panties.

Before Becky can even open your mouth you grab her lace panties and tear them off of her, throwing them over your shoulder.

“Damn.” She lets out, breathlessly, her core throbbing as you smirk.

The second you eye Becky’s glistening slit, you can’t help but lick your lips, eager to taste the woman on your tongue.

Your eyes lock with Becky’s as you slowly duck down, your tongue running along her dripping slit.

Becky grabs fistfuls of the sheets beneath her, her back arching as her brow furrows.

Meanwhile, you’re in utter ecstasy at the taste of her and you can’t help but duck your head to lick and lap up her wetness.

“Oh god!” Becky cries as you lick at her wildly, possessed by the woman’s taste.

Becky rocks hard against your mouth as your tongue works slipping inside her tight heat to explore.

Becky’s in pure bliss, brow furrowed as you work your magic tongue inside of her before pulling it out and swirling it around her clit.

You glance up at Becky, smirking when you see her hands fisted in the sheet, eyes slammed shut.

“Look at me.” You whisper against her and Becky shudders before her eyes flutter open, her dark brown, black orbs locking with yours.

You send her a wink before you pull her clit between your lips and give it a suck.

“UGH!” Becky cries out, shuddering wildly at the amount of pleasure running through her.

By the way she rocks against your mouth, you can tell she’s close, so right as she starts to chase her release you pull back with a massive grin.

“No, no, no don’t stop. I was so close.” Becky begs, voice raspy as her eyes lock with yours.

Becky watches you intently as you push yourself onto your knees, using your fingers to spread her lower lips.

Becky’s brows furrow as your thumb runs, slowly up along her clit, the woman’s brow furrowing as she lets out a moan.

You pull the hood of her clit back and lean down with a smile.

“Open your eyes.” You whisper as you press kisses around her swollen clit. “I want you to watch me make you cum.” You purr, flicking your tongue against her clit.

Becky’s eyes flutter open and lock with yours.

Slowly, painfully slowly, in Becky’s opinion, you duck your head and run your tongue along Becky’s newly exposed flesh that was hidden beneath the hood of her clit.

Becky’s mouth drops open, a high-pitched whine bursting from her open mouth as she cums, coating your chin in her juices.

You lick her clean with her eager tongue until she cups your cheek, a sign to you that she’s had enough, at least, for now.

Becky pants heavily, a blissed out grin on her face as you climb up her body, playfully kissing her cheeks, leaving behind traces of her own cum behind, which you’re only happy to clean up.

Becky lets out a tired chuckle as you nuzzle into the curve of her jaw.

“You need a break?” You purr against her jawline as you nip it playfully and she yawns.

“Maybe a short one.”

You lean back realizing almost immediately that Becky had passed out, a smile on her face.

You shake your head as you press a kiss to her forehead.

“Just wait until you wake up.”

***

Less than an hour later Becky’s eyes flutter open, brow furrowing as the dart around the room.

“Well, look who’s awake.” You smirk as Becky turns to you, yawning.

“Did ya knock me out?” She asks with a yawn and you grin, laughing.

“You could say that...” You prop yourself up on your elbow with a wink. “And I’d be more than happy to do it again.”

Becky’s still wet clit twitches and she closes her eyes, sighing.

“Can’t say I’d stop ya...” She whispers and you smirk, leaning forward to kiss her lips softly.

Your lips part and Becky’s tongue slips inside, flicking and massaging your own passionately.

It’s then she realizes with roaming hands that you’re bare, the two of you eventually part, both humming as your eyes flutter open.

You turn, your lips brushing the shell of Becky’s ear.

“I have something I want to use on you, is that okay?” You whisper and Becky shudders, her insides clenching at the possibilities.

“Fuck ya.” She says, voice gravely and you grin, giving her earlobe a nip and tug as you pull back.

“Close your eyes, no peeking.” You smirk as you slip out of bed and Becky lets out a groan, though her eyes remain shut.

The only warning, she gets is the sound of vibrating before the toy is pushed against her clit, the woman’s hips rolling as she lets out a moan.

Becky grins as you pull the vibrator away with a smirk.

“I thought you’d like that.” You grin, leaning down to press a kiss to Becky’s flat stomach.

“Where’d ya get dat?” She asks and you grin.

“Had it with me.” You shrug and Becky’s cheeks flush at the thought of you using the toy on yourself.

You smirk at her reaction, crawling up between her legs and laying on top of her.

“I'd use it almost every night...” You whisper as you press kisses to Becky’s nipples before kissing up her chest, to her neck.

“Every time I’d use it, I’d think of one person...” You whisper, nipping at her earlobe, your tongue flicking against it.

Becky’s tongue slips between the tight line formed by her lips and you smirk.

“I’d think of your eyes, and that cocky smile...” You whisper, taking the toy and putting it between your own legs with a smirk, moaning the second it comes in contact with your clit.

Becky’s eyes fly open, dropping down to the apex between your thighs, her pupils dilating when she realizes you’re using the toy on yourself.

“I’d think about the way that smile would feel between my legs...” You whisper, gasping when you feel Becky’s fingers toying at your entrance.

“And the way your fingers would feel inside me.” You groan when her fingers slip inside of you.

“Ugh, fuck.” You growl, turning the vibrator up.

You let out a squeak when Becky curls her fingers, hitting so deep inside you that your toes curl.

“I’d think about...” You pant, unable to finish as Becky’s fingers slip in and out of you, the sound obscene in the nearly silent room.

Your brows furrow, mouth hanging open as Becky’s fingers slip in and out of you, fingertips dragging against your front wall.

“Oh god, there...” You moan, the toy vibrating against your clit as Becky hits the spot deep inside you that makes your body shudder and shake.

“Oh god, Becky!” You cry out, your release surprising you as your body shivers, your insides clenching around Becky’s fingers, the toy still vibrating against your clit.

You drop the toy, it landing somewhere in the bed while Becky’s fingers slow, helping you down from your high.

Your body sags as you lean into Becky, panting against her neck.

Becky grins as you twitch in her embrace, the woman pressing kisses to any bit of flesh she can.

You pull back, grinning as your nose brushes Becky’s.

“I guess nothing I could’ve imagined would’ve been like the real thing.” You grin and Becky’s brow arches, that cocky smile you love so much spreading across her face.

“I guess we gotta see if my tongue feels better dan ya imagined too?” Becky smirks and you hum.

“I don’t want you hurting your leg.” You whisper and Becky reaches down, giving your bare ass a squeeze.

“I won’t.” She says as she kisses your lips, trapping your bottom lip between hers before giving it a tug.

“Sit on my face.” She whispers against your lips and you gasp softly, pupils dilating.

Your eyes dart around her face, cheeks flushing.

“Are you sure...?” You whisper and Becky grins.

“I can’t take it anymore I want ta taste ya so bad, I want ya so bad. If ya don’t get up here I’m taking over.” She whispers against your lips and you smile, your lips pressing against hers.

You kiss her again before standing up on the bed and straddling her neck, your wet core not far from her eager mouth.

Becky lets put a hum.

“Are you sure?” You ask again, but instead of an answer, Becky sits up, burying her face between your legs.

Your mouth drops open and you let out a gasp, your brows furrowed.

Again your imagination couldn’t have done the feeling justice, Becky’s tongue was eagerly flicking against you, tasting, teasing, and you couldn’t have imagined anything like this if you tried.

You grab the headboard, your head leaned back as your thighs shake.

Becky smirks against you and you throw your head back with a moan, a sound the Irishwoman would be happy hearing for the rest of her life.

Becky shakes her head back and forth, her nose rubbing your clit as her tongue works inside you.

Your hips start rocking, the telltale signs of your release creeping up, but you do your best to stave it off, never wanting Becky Lynch to come out from between your legs.

Becky gives your clit a hard suck and you moan, realizing now that you’re basically teetering over the edge of a great summit.

Becky knows, she knows you’re seconds from your release by the way your body shakes above her and she smiles, pulling back to spell her name against your clit, claiming it as her own.

“Cum Y/N, cum for me.” She whispers and you do just that, throwing your back with a guttural moan you know those in the nearby rooms will hear, but you don’t care as your body shakes violently.

Becky gently rubs your clit with her nose, helping you down from your high and when you finally still, you can’t help but collapse beside her, panting heavily as your body twitches.

Becky smirks, rolling over and wrapping her arms around you. She buries her nose in your sweaty neck and you grin, letting out a chuckle.

“Damn.” You whisper and Becky grins, pressing a kiss to your neck.

“Ya da one in need of a nap now?” She asks and you laugh tiredly.

“Maybe.” You yawn and Becky smiles, pressing another kiss to your neck.

“Sleep Y/N, I’ll be here when ya wake up.” She smiles and you blush looking down at the woman.

“Promise?” You whisper and Becky smiles lovingly, cupping your cheek, her thumb running along your cheekbone.

“I promise Y/N.” She whispers, leaning up to press a tender kiss to your lips.

“I promise.” She whispers again, that being the final thing you hear when fall fast asleep.

Who knew becoming Charlotte Flair’s lackey would bring you to the woman of your dreams, the woman you’d loved for ages, the woman you would love forever and the woman who would love you in return.

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The Firm - Chapter 11

Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10

Summary: Erik has been hired to find an embezzler for an old friend. The whole gang is back at GBI, ready to fight an old enemy and save their friend.

Pairing: Erik x Black!OC

Genre: Suspense

A/N: *steps up to the mic* Hello everyone! I want to thank everyone who has supported this story. Also, to let you know that this story is coming to a close. I will be dropping a chapter each week until its conclusion.

LaNyah stares at the older women whose hair is much longer and darker than when she helped her out in the parking lot, however long ago that was. Then she looks over at Laura, who is rocking back and forth, whimpering about not wanting to die. Why would she even ask such a thing? What does Laura know about this woman that LaNyah doesn’t? How does she know her? Did Gina say before her friends arrive? Does she mean Alex, Ashley, Stacey, and Erik? LaNyah tries to hold back her smile and closes her eyes to focus on keeping calm while this lady begins her tale.

Gina sitting in the center of the couch, looks between the two stunned women. “As I was saying, this story took place almost 20 years ago. There was a decorated officer who had a loving wife and kids.” She swoons at the memory of her loving brother. “He was the leader of a special ops team until an unjust allegation was brought against him by a team member. Someone he trusted and chose to be on his squad,” Gina snarls out. “He was under investigation during his last mission, and it would have led to a court-martial.” She rushes out before waving her hands in the air like it didn’t matter, “Anyway, before that could happen, members of his team took matters into their own hands. He was brutally murdered, and someone made it to look like an enemy ambush.”

“How do you know that it wasn’t?” Laura asks from beside her.

Gina taps Laura’s upper leg, “Oh dear, it was too perfect. The killing was too clean, everyone’s story was just so– in sync. Nothing about a military death is like that unless it is a cover-up.”

“Maybe, they were trying to spare the family’s feelings, you know, like friendly fire in combat or something?” LaNyah interjected.

“SHUT UP!!!” Gina shouts, startling both Laura and LaNyah. She takes a few deep breathes and smooths out her skirt, “It was not that. My twin brother was callously killed while overseas by members of the team he built.” LaNyah and Laura share a look, and Laura starts crying all over again.

“What does that have to do with us?” LaNyah somberly asks while staring at the crying pregnant woman over Gina.

Sniffling, Laura nods at LaNyah, “Yeah, I don’t know anyone in the military.”

LaNyah looks away, putting her head down at what Laura said because she knows that is not true for her. She only knew of one person until a few weeks ago. Gina can’t mean any of them, right? She inhales sharply, unaware that Gina has been watching her intently since Laura made that last statement, a small smile forming at the corners of her mouth.

She looks over them, “This is my favorite part,” a full smile breaking through while Gina takes Laura’s hands in hers before continuing. “Which brings me to why you two are here. I am going after those responsible for my brother’s death.” Gina rubs the tops of her hands, “Laura, your fiancé works for one of them.”

Laura closes her eyes at this, tears still falling and mutters, “But LaNyah was supposed to be the fall guy, not Matthew.” Gina’s eyes widen at that.

“When did he tell you?”

“What? Wait, he set me up?”

LaNyah and Gina blurt out at the same time. Laura rolls her eyes at LaNyah, “I told you this was all your fault.” LaNyah opens and closes her mouth before looking over at a laughing Gina. She can’t believe it. Minding her own business and she became the ultimate pawn in someone’s game of revenge. What is her life?

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“Babe, stay here with Stacey. Let us handle this.” Alex moves to keep Ashley from coming with them. Kill is on the other side of the room, tying his combat boots while talking on the phone. Stacey is at the conference room table, pulling up floorplans to the warehouse. Alex and Kill changed into dark military fatigues in preparation for the battle zone they are entering.

“Fuck that! I already told you what I would do when it came to LaNyah.” She gets in his face, “I need to be there when you find her! So, don’t you dare try to keep me from being there!” Ashley snatches up another pair of fatigues and pushes past him towards the bathroom, slamming the door. Alex stops short as the door nearly misses hitting him.

Kill finished with his last call, turns towards him. “Green, stop.” Alex walks back over to him, “Just accept the fact that she is coming with us. You can’t stop her, and even I wouldn’t try to stop her.” Kill walks by Matt, who has been untied and snatches him up. “Come on. You got some more talking to do.”

Everyone packs into the fully loaded Chevy Suburban that one of Kill’s connects dropped off after Matt gave them the location for the warehouse where Gina is keeping the girls. Kill throws the keys to Green so he can drive. Bridges jumps into the front passenger seat. Kill drags Matt to the second row of the SUV; he is behind Green, and Matt is behind Bridges.

Once they hit the freeway headed south to San Diego, Kill turns in his seat to look at Matt. Clearing his throat; he waits until Matt’s attention is on him. Matt’s bloodshot eyes make direct contact with Kill. His petrified stare meets Kill’s murderous scowl. Bridges looks back, turning around in her seat to watch what happens between the two.

“I’m only gonna give you one chance to get this right. From the beginning, when you first met Gina and started working for her. GO!”

Matthew sputters to a start, clenching his hands into fists as they sit on his lap. “She didn’t give me all the details at first. All I know is that she was looking for someone to help her bring down Mr. Green. It was no secret that I had gone out for every single special project, and he never picked me. I know he knew who I was, and even my supervisor helped me become a lead analyst so that I would be on his radar. So, it was no love lost on my part to do something to Mr. Green for how he treated me.” Ashley sucks her teeth, “I swear I didn’t know she was after you when I first started.”

“What was her plan for GBI?” Kill asks him.

Directing his answer to Bridges, “She knew you were married to Mr. Green and figured the easiest way to get you was through him and the company. I was supposed to help her embezzle money from various accounts into her offshore accounts. Make sure all roads led back to him, showing that he was stealing from his own company leading to a prison sentence. My supervisor was her first inside man at GBI when she brought me on to begin the embezzlement, and she killed him.”

“So, Alan didn’t just quit as we all thought? Wow,” Green remarked as he listened to the conversation about Gina’s plan to take down him and GBI.

“No, his job was to find someone who had put in some time with the company and disliked you enough to make her plan a reality, then vouch for me. When that was done, so was he.” He starts to hiccup, struggling to get the next part out. “She said he served his purpose and shot him right in front of me. Not even 10 minutes after I met her.” He shudders and breaks eye contact with the group.

“What about LaNyah?” Ashley jumps in to ask. “Why her?”

Running his hand through his hair, “Convenience, I guess.” Matt shrugs and looks up at Ashley who glares at him, “It was supposed to be Stacey. Gina didn’t care who was in that position; she just needed to know that I was checking their work and would be able to change the reports and move the money. I only had been working for her about 6 months when Mr. Green hired Stacey as his assistant, causing a delay in the plan to search for a new fall guy. Once he hired LaNyah, I passed over whatever information I had to Gina, and she told me when we would start.”

Matthew explains that he only had the background check that HR completed on her. So, it contained the information that Gina would have needed to complete a deep dive of LaNyah, similar to what Kill did when he found out he would be working with her. They all knew what that meant, even if he didn’t.

With LaNyah being new and a personal hire by Green, it made her the perfect scapegoat because everything links her position and working for the company to Green. The money starts disappearing after she began working there, and no one would know because he was altering the reports after she completed her weekly data entry reconciling all the accounts her team handled.

“We started skimming money from the Scholarship account about 3 months after LaNyah joined the company. It would be believable since she needed time to learn the system before manipulating it.”

“So, she’s after Bridges and Green? Anyone else?” Kill asks Matt, wondering if he is the one who gave her the information she needed to track him down finally.

Matt’s eyes lift as he thinks about the question. “You know what, I think she might have, but I have no way of knowing. She only tells me what she feels I need to know when it matters.” He briefly pauses, inhaling deeply, “All I know was she asked me to increase the amount of money we were moving about 3 weeks ago. I told her we needed to be careful because I figured out that Mr. Stevens was here auditing the accounting department.”

“How did you know that?” Green speaks up.

“I am supposed to watch LaNyah, too, and noticed she was meeting with you often before your big trip. Then after you were gone, she was always disappearing to the 35th floor to ‘work’ with Stacey on some project. It didn’t make sense to me because she never stays in the office past 6 like the rest of us. But I do recall walking by her office one Friday afternoon, and she was on the ground surrounded by old reports, muttering to herself.” He loosens his tie, “I never thought she would double-check her work, so that could only mean that she may have figured out what was happening. If that was true, then I knew she probably went and told you,” looking at Green, “and Mr. Green must have hired you to look into it.” Kill nodded his head. “When you warned me to back off of her, I wasn’t sure if you worked for Gina. But I would only see you at GBI, so I guessed you were Mr. Green’s man.”

“When did you tell Gina about Erik?” Ashley asks through gritted teeth. He was the only one she could not find from the entire team all these years, and as soon as she finds him, LaNyah goes missing. Matt hasn’t said anything about kidnapping to make her believe that was part of her original plan. She more than likely planned for her to go to prison along with Alex, leaving Ashley by herself.

“About 3 weeks ago, when Gina called me about doubling the funds, I told her about the audit, and I gave her your name since I couldn’t find much about you on my own.” Matt removes the tie from his neck, placing it in his lap. “She screamed about something –” He jumps in his seat, “OMG, it’s you! She’s after you, too! Said something about you being the missing link.”

“Calm down, Matt.” Green rolls his eyes while watching the man panic through the rearview mirror.

“Gina has always scared me, but that call made me even more paranoid than usual. I just wanted to make sure Laura was ok. I made her go and stay with her mother in Bakersfield, 2 months ago.” Twirling the tie in his lap, “I decided to visit her after the call and walked in to find Gina sitting right next to Laura talking shop like this woman wouldn’t have all of us killed with a snap of her fingers.” Tears blur his vision, and Matt’s voice cracks, “Laura knew I was doing some illegal shit behind Mr. Green’s back, so I came clean about what she didn’t know and told her who she just met. Gina called me back that night and told me exactly how much she wanted to move the next time. A week later, I had everything in place to move more than a million from the account.”

“And it takes two weeks before the money moves from the scholarship account. That was what I saw the night before we came back home.” Green states.

Kill closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, “You were right, Green, she was planning to make her move which is why we saw the major movement from the account. She wanted us to notice.” Clenching his fists by his sides, “We just didn’t know that by the time we saw it, she already had LaNyah.”

“Laura and my son,” Matt squeaks out. Everyone looks at him as he breaks down.

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Gina moves away from Laura on the couch, focus bouncing between the two of them. This is going to be better than she thought. Laura pissed at LaNyah. LaNyah upset about what she just found out; that she is a doll in this game. And yet, she still doesn’t even know how big a part she plays. With loathing, Gina gazes at her.

Turning to the right, now fully facing LaNyah, Gina’s smile morphs. Gina’s voice laced with all the malice she could muster, “You, Miss LaNyah Cole, have a relationship with every single person on my list.” Laura gasps and shrinks back on the couch, glad she is not in her place. Now, she and the baby stand a better chance of making it out of this place alive.

Tearing up, LaNyah whispers out, “What?”

“My brother was accused of sexually assaulting the only female member on his team, Ashley Bridges.” She stands up and walks to the other side of the table, looking down at both of them. “You both would recognize her by her married name, Ashley Green.”

LaNyah squeaks out, “Ashley! What do you want with her?”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, LaNyah, darling. I did not go through all this trouble for Ashley alone.”

“She wants Mr. Green, too, idiot.” Laura huffs out. LaNyah rolls her eyes at her, growing irritated by this whole situation. She didn’t ask to be put in the middle of this. But it seems everyone around her knew something that she didn’t, and that bothers her.

“You want the whole company to go down?” Gina starts slow clapping. LaNyah puts her head in her hands. Of course, she does. It is why she was the perfect patsy. Blame this on the girl who was like the daughter of the two people she held accountable for her brother’s death.

“You are a brilliant woman, Miss Cole.” She walks to her standalone chair and leans against it, “But you are missing the most important thing or person rather. The only person with the skills to kill my brother like that and clean it up so well. A man who, up until a few weeks ago, I only knew by his nickname, Killmonger.” No, no, no, please do not let it be him. LaNyah’s big, confused brown eyes meet steely grey ones, “Mr. Erik Stevens.”

The tears that she was holding back started rolling down her face. LaNyah clutched her chest with both hands while trying to stay seated in the chair. Her breathing was coming out in spurts between her loud sobs. Gina held her hand up to Laura, who was struggling to get up and go to her. She leans over and starts to rub circles into LaNyah’s back. LaNyah flinches at first but just closes her eyes to find something else to focus on to help her breathe.

“I know, sweetheart. It’s hard to find out that the man you like is a stone-cold killer.” LaNyah’s body tenses at her statement. She peeks over at Laura, who has a look of sympathy on her face as she watches LaNyah breaking down at what she learned. Gina closes her eyes as she continues to speak low, still soothing LaNyah with the circles on her back. “He hurt me, too dear. More than you could ever know.”

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“Did she pay you well for this suicide mission?” Kill demands harshly, Bridges and Green grimly laugh as Matt turns green. “Matthew, you know if we handed you over to her, she would kill you herself. I mean, she did kill the guy you were supposed to replace when she hired you. The money had to be exceptional, right?”

“3 times my annual salary at GBI,” he meekly responds, “and she told me I didn’t have a choice.”

“Let me guess; she threatened to kill you on the spot? Over Alan’s dead body?” Green interjects. Matt just nods his head. They all shake their heads in understanding. It was gonna be him or someone else. But Gina was gonna execute her plan regardless of how many casualties lined the path.

The mood shifts in the SUV as everyone disappears into their thoughts. Ashley is sniffling upfront, swimming in guilt for putting LaNyah in harm’s way. There was no way she knew anyone was coming for her husband or her, but still, Nyah is like her daughter. And in her haste to find LaNyah something to be in control of and help her build a career, Ashley never considered how Nyah working under her husband could lead to such a moment.

Alex looks over at Ashley and grabs her hand, kissing it. “Stop beating yourself up. You could not have known this was gonna happen. We didn’t know McCoy had a twin who would seek vengeance for his death. There is nothing that could have prepared us for any of this. We deal with it now, together as a team. Just like we always have, ok?” Ashley squeezes his hand in response, not trusting her voice at this point.

Kill looks out at the passing fields, controlling his breathing. Gina knows about LaNyah’s connection to Green and Bridges. What else could she know? If Gina is thorough enough to uncover his identity and know that he was involved compared to the rest of the team, then she knows he was the one who killed her brother. She is gunning for him specifically, but she wants to take everyone down – Bridges, who was her brother’s victim; her husband and protector, Green; and their ‘daughter,’ LaNyah. She is using her as bait to bring all three of them to her. No one is supposed to make it out of there alive, except for Gina and her goons.

LaNyah. How is she handling all of this? If he didn’t push her so hard, he could have been watching her like he was supposed to be. Instead, he had hoped his updates from Stacey, as infrequent as those were, would provide him with enough information to know she was doing fine and safe from harm. But this is something else altogether; she was kidnapped in broad daylight by a maniac with no regard for human life. Kill laughs to himself, just like him back then – one goal, one focus, by any means necessary. He runs his hands through his dreads, grateful that he decided to braid them back today. There is no room for any mistakes here and too many lives at risk. It’s LaNyah or bust. He’ll deal with all the other bullshit later.

Snapping his fingers, Bridges and Matt look at him. “You know you’re done, right?” Matt nods, “Good. You’ll serve time in federal prison, but at least you will be alive to meet your son and maybe save your family.”

Matt sighs, “I just wanted to provide for my family. I understand, but I am grateful to be alive.” He glances up at Green catching his eyes in the rearview mirror, “I��m sorry for everything I did to you, sir. To your business and your family, including LaNyah.” Green acknowledges his apology.

Green turns off the road into an industrial complex, leading to Gina’s warehouse. Kill slaps the back of his seat, an old signal from when Green used to drive during other missions. The mission has started, and nothing else matters until they get back into the SUV. Releasing Ashley’s hand, she watches the two of them, Killmonger and Green. The two men who saved her all those years ago are back and ready to do it all over again. She smiles to herself, and they are going to save LaNyah, too.

“You know she’s probably expecting you?” Matt says that like wasn’t the most prominent thought in all of their heads as they approach lot near the warehouse. Everyone was smart enough to keep it to themselves.

“We know.” Green declares.

“And we are ready for her.” The sound of a gun rack sliding catches Matt’s attention, and he looks over to see Kill holding a Glock.

Chapter 12

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yesterdaylovedme · 4 years

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Looking for creative, flexible roleplay partners!

Good evening. I apologize for any errors in this post, haven’t used tumblr in a while.

Hope you are well.

I am looking to partake in some 1x1 RPs via discord for several fandoms. Generally I prefer canon x canon pairings and while I do enjoy playing both genders, I don’t like to play males for women writers who refuse to double since I feel like I see too many writers only writing their personal gender and I think it hinders our story if I’m the only person capable of side or other main roles.

I do prefer M x F pairs.

I also tend to give 3-6 paragraphs per main role I write as, in third person past tense.

Generally I try to get 2-3 posts out a week so if you’re after a rapid-fire writer, we may not be suited for each other. I am almost 30 and have a lot of things on my plate so I would prefer my partner be in a similar place in life where they aren’t in front of their laptop all the time.

That said, I do love to chat OOC and prefer to get to know my partners on a personal level. I am happy to be someone who you vent to or share silly memes with. If you prefer to keep things more professional, that’s okay and I respect that provided you can still be plot and be approached with discussions relating to our story.

Mature content is something I don’t shy away from, however it shouldn’t be the center of our story.

So if you’re interested in discussing pairs, drop me a message or like this post and I can try to reach out to you. Once we settle on a pair (or pairs, I’m happy to double up or do multiple RPs) then we can move to discord.

Roles in (parenthesis) are roles I can confidently write as however it will depend on the pairing they’re involved with! Roles in [brackets] are roles I would love someone to write as. Also if a role isn’t listed, feel free to inquire about it, though I likely neglected them for a lack of interest.

Fandoms:

Avatar the Last Airbender / Legend of Korra

(Toph, Suki, Sokka, Zuko, Aang, Ty Lee, Lin, Bolin, Asami)

[Zuko, Katara, Aang, Tenzin, Korra, Mako]

My Hero Academia

(Ochako, Melissa, Momo, Aizawa, Deku, Todoroki, Tsuyu, Denki, Bakugo, Kyoka)

[All Might, Eraserhead, Present Mic, Tsuyu, Eijiro, Iida, Mirio, Tamaki, Mina, Momo, Denki]

The Hunger Games / The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes

(Katniss, Gale, Sejanus)

[Haymitch, Prim, Lucy]

Game of Thrones

(Sansa, Arya, Tyrion, Cat, Theon)

[Jaime, Ned, Joffrey, Arya, Theon]

Naruto

(Sakura, Naruto, Ino, Hinata)

[Shikamaru, Kakashi, Ino, Hinata, Jiraiya]

Zombieland

(Wichita, Little Rock, Columbus)

[Tallahassee, Little Rock]

Law and Order: SVU

(Benson, Rollins, Fin, Carisi)

[Barba, Stabler, Rollins, Fin]

Death Note

(Light, Misa, Sayu, Naomi)

[L, Kiyomi]

Harry Potter

(Hermione, Luna, Cho, Draco, Snape)

[Harry, Luna, Snape]

Fire Emblem: Three Houses

(Flayn, Hilda, Claude, Ingrid, Ignatz, Raphael)

[Seteth, Claude, Bernadetta, Annette]

Yokai Watch

(Katie)

[Nate]

dot hack

(Blackrose, Atoli, Kuhn, Pi)

[Kite, Haseo, Silabus]

Yu Yu Hakusho

(Botan, Yusuke, Koto, Yukina, Kuwabara, Hiei, Genkai, Keiko)

[Kurama, Yukina, Koenma, Yusuke, Keiko]

Fruits Basket

(Tohru, Kagura, Shigure, Kyo, Yuki, Kisa)

[Hatori, Haru, Hana, Ayame, Momiji, Tohru]

Doctor Who

(Rose, Mickey)

[Nine]

Star Trek Reboots

(Uhura, Bones, Kirk)

[Spock]

The Marvelous Mrs.Maisel

(Midge, Joel, Mei)

[Moishe, Abe, Benjamin, Lenny, Zelda, Mei]

Criminal Minds

(Morgan, JJ, Reid)

[Reid, Garcia]

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talkfastromance4 · 4 years

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For Your Eyes Only--bodyguard!ashton [Chapter Four]

Summary: Ashton Irwin is the head of security for Princess Alouette who is a kind, gentle young woman. Secretly pining for one another, those feelings will soon come to light as an occurrence will change Alouette’s life forever, and Ashton’s.

Word count: 1176 (it’s short I’m sorry!)

Warnings: shooting, some injury

Author’s note: This story is near and dear to my heart, please give it a chance!❤❤❤❤❤

Masterlist

Chap. 1 || Chap. 2 || Chap. 3

Alouette was the spectacle of the evening since she was donning the l’incomparable jewel. Ashton had heightened security and more undercover within the party. Ashton opted to stay nearer to Alouette, which had its drawbacks. He’d get a moment’s time of being sidetracked when she’d turn and smile at him.

It’s the end of the night and Alouette is being escorted to remove the necklace, Ashton is right behind her when he gets pulled back by one of the security of the Louvre.

“I’ll be with you in a moment,” Ashton says.

“There’s something odd about one of the cars, sir.”

“I—“

“I’ve got her, don’t worry,” another guard says with a smile. “We’ll be right here until you get back.”

Ashton looks beyond him to Alouette who nods encouragingly.

“Two hundred seventy,” she says.

He grins then follows the security to the back of the building where the cars are. He’s hoping it’s nothing too serious, it will take a while to order more cars. As soon as he’s out in the back the cars aren’t there and the drivers are passed out next to the vehicles.

On instinct, Ashton ducks and kicks behind the knee of the security guard that lead him out here. They tussle for a few moments, the guard has his gun out, until Ashton knocks it from him and head butts the guy. The man staggers and Ashton punches him quickly knocking him out.

“I’ve got a rogue guard in the back,” he rushes into his earpiece. “I’m zip tying him right now and we’ve got about four civilians down as well. Michael, do you have eyes on Alouette?”

“A bit . . . shit, you won’t go down will you? I’ve got some on the upper level,” Michael responds.

“Luke? You got eyes on Alouette?”

Radio silence.

“LUKE!”

“He’s knocked out,” Calum answers rushed, “I’ve got him but I don’t know where the Princess went. We all flocked to where she was then there was a loud commotion, we reacted and she’s gone.”

“She’s what? What the fuck, guys, how did this happen?” Ashton runs back inside but the door is locked shut. He curses slamming his palms on the thick steel door before snatching his unlocking mechanism disguised as a pen. He places it within the lock and in three seconds the door buzzes open.

He runs through pulling his gun from his holster. Inside is a disaster zone. Men and women are hiding under any surface they could find while guards are trying to calm them down and others are standing around like chickens with their heads cut off.

“Where’s the Princess?” Ashton demands holding his gun up to them.

“S’il vou plait, ne tirez pas! Please, don’t shoot! We’ve been infiltrated!”

“We last saw her near the west exit, where the necklace was to be picked up,” another answered.

“Michael, I need you down here now,” Ashton speaks into his mic.

“I’ll be there in ten seconds,” Michael responds as Ashton runs to the west part of the building.

A few more people are scattered about the floor and Ashton pushes through the door, there’s a massive hole in the wall leading outside. Smoke fogs the area and a woman who hosted the event was against a display case, blood on her head.

He crouches by her examining the wound, it’s a cut but will need stitches.

“Did you see what happened?” he asks gently yet with authority just as Michael skids inside.

“Shit,” he hisses. “I’ll check outside the hole.” He clicks the safety off his gun darting to the gaping hole.

“Ze Preencess was escorted in here, we took the necklace and locked it up. Zen ze wall exploded, zere wuz smoke . . . ze preencess screamed and she was gone,” the woman explains frantically.

“Did you see who took her or what they were driving? Which way they went?”

“N-no, Je suis désolé,” she apologizes. Tears are spilling from her eyes.

“It’s all right. Help is coming, all right? Stay here,” he tells her then joins Michael outside who has a guard pressed up against the wall.

“He was in on it,” Michael seethes, his forearm digging into the guy’s throat. “You better tell me where they’re taking her or so help me I will come for everyone you love—“

“Michael!” Ashton reprimands. “That’s not our tactic. Cuff him and we’ll take him to custody to ask him questions. Luke is hurt and I need to find him and Calum and get the security footage from tonight. Don’t let him out of your sight.”

When he finds Luke and Calum, Luke’s fading in and out of consciousness with a bullet wound on the front of his shoulder. Calum’s adding pressure to the wound talking quietly to him.

“How is he?” Ashton asks kneeling down beside his boys.

“I think he might be going into shock, this was an up close shot,” Calum shakes his head. “Where’s the Princess?”

“Gone,” Ashton responds coldly. He swallows hard, swallowing down his emotions so it doesn’t alter his focus. “We all got infiltrated, it’s a disaster down below but Michael’s got one of the fuckers who was in on it. We’re taking him in and I’m going to question him.”

“I’ll stay with Luke until medics get here. If anyone can find her, it’s you, Ash.”

“I know,” he nods tersely still forcing his emotions down. “I’ll send a medic up ASAP.”

8 hours after heist

“How are you so calm through all this?” Michael demands while they watch their unsub sit behind the two way glass twiddling his thumbs. His face is bruised and bloody from Michael trying to get answers from him. “Alouette is your pride and joy whom you love and you’re not . . . you’re not angry at all.”

“Trust me, Mikey, I’m angry. I could kill him in a second with how angry I am but that’s not going to find Alouette, is it? You need to push your emotions down and think of your job. It’s the best way to find her and save her, all right? I want you to try tracking her phone—shit!” he slams his fists on the table.

“What?”

“I put a tracker on her bracelet I gave her, she told me to do it just in case something were to happen. Damnet! Can you track that? I’ve got the serial number.”

Michael and Ashton scramble to input the tracking code. Bless her heart for thinking of this tactic, when she did Ashton jokingly told her she should be head of security.

She very coyly told him, “Then you’d be out of a job. I can’t have that.”

Ashton shakes the memory from his mind and focuses on the task at hand. The green loading bar fills up slowly and his heart is hammering in his chest. This is their one shot and it better work. If not, he’ll lose sleep and do anything in his power to get back his Princess.

#ashton irwin #ashton irwin fic #ashton writing #ashton irwin writing #ashton 5sos #ashton 5sos writing #ashton fluf #ashton smut #ashton angst #5sos writing #ashton imagine #ashton irwin au #ashton au #calum hood #luke hemmings #bodyguard!ashton #ashton irwin imagine #ashton irwin fluff #ashton irwin smut

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hexcaught · 4 years

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it’s been 𝐬𝐢𝐱 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 since the 𝐦𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 witch, 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐃 was sorted into 𝐠𝐫𝐲𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐫 upon arriving at hogwarts. i suppose over the years we’ve learnt that she is 𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐝, 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 & 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟-𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭, i guess that’s why they were sorted where they were. ( 𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑟. )

𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒 !

rose-glossed lips sweet from peach schnapps, wishing on a firefly when the night is overcast, re-organizing your room for the third time that week, the warm touch of a hand when words fail, buttery croissants in a sun-dappled cafe, and the realization you’ve grown too big for your childhood bed.

𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 !

i. MIRROR BALL - taylor swift.

ii. A LITTLE BIT ALEXIS - schitt’s creek / annie murphy.

character inspo includes: tahani al-jamil ( the good place ), alexis rose ( schitt’s creek ) rachel green ( friends ), vilde lien hellerud ( skam ), elle woods ( legally blonde ), ty lee ( a:tla ), amy march ( little women ), charlotte la bouff ( princess and the frog ), galinda upland ( wicked )

mary macdonald was brought up rich. rich in money and rich in support & love. she was the only child of charles and nancy macdonald, a fairly wealthy english couple. they weren’t like, obscenely wealthy. there were no butlers ironing the morning paper, or private planes. but they were the sort of wealthy that gets taken for granted – growing up, mary never wanted for anything. she’s used to vacationing somewhere warm and historic every summer. picture mcmansions, suburban pta meetings, disney princess movies, dressing up nice for sundays at church.

her parents were very much involved in her childhood, and always supported her throughout every twist and turn in her life. she’s always been very open with her parents and tells them everything. usually.

she also did child beauty pageants when she was little. adults adored her. the word darling was frequently heard to describe mary macdonald. it’s definitely shaped who she is as a person – frequently competitive, a little desperate for validation, often too concerned about appearances, always knows how to pull on a winning smile even when you just want to go home and cry. #relatable

but the love and support in her childhood has also shaped who she is. her spoiled upbringing has gifted her with an indefatigable sense of optimism and an inability to take no for an answer. she lives in a world where everything can be solved and everything has its place. her parents’ faith & religion has taught her to believe in the genuine good of humanity, and that if you do good things, you will be rewarded.

fast forward to 1971, when mary turned fourteen, and learned she was a witch. her parents almost didn’t want to send her to hogwarts, but mary was so excited by the idea that they couldn’t possibly say no to their little girl. so off she went, bundled up in a burberry jacket and scarf, armed with the best supplies diagon alley had to offer. she was definitely that obnoxious kid with the gold scales. mary’s parents didn’t mean to spoil her rotten, they were just sending their daughter to this place they knew nothing about for several months and this was the best way they knew to protect her. they also sent her daily letters and weekly care packages for her entire first term in first year. wow

she was sorted into gryffindor upon arriving & immediately began to make friends, thanks to her chatty & cheery nature. and also thanks to her need to have everyone she meets like her. they didn’t, of course – i’d like to say most people did, at least after the initial mary shock wore off, but of course there were those who found her overpowering and abrasive. and there were those who disliked her simply because of the blood running through her veins.

she approached hogwarts with determination & optimism. and maybe a little bit of competitiveness. fun fact: the sorting hat briefly considered slytherin for her because of her ambition and charm, but when it comes down to it, she’s a gryffindor through and through. she joined clubs, she talked to professors after class, she made neat, colour-coordinated notes. she made her presence known from day 1 and took hogwarts by storm. she wanted to be popular, she wanted to be noticed

and she was – just also by the wrong sort of people. in her fifth year, she was attacked by mulciber ( something i’ll plot out more once we get a mulciber )

but uh yeah this caused a shitload of trauma ! for one thing, she was paranoid as fuck for a long while after the attack. she was terrified of being alone, and still is to an extent. she was haunted by nightmares almost every night for months. but most of all – the attack sparked an unidentifiable doubt and sadness as she struggled to reconcile her optimistic beliefs with the horrors she now knew existed in the world.

she kept it all on the down-low, though, and a lot of people who were at hogwarts at the time don’t know how bad the attack actually affected her. because she just pulled on a pageant-winning smile, and did what she was best at – pretending everything was okay. not a great way of coping with trauma !

she didn’t even tell her parents. she knew how worried they would be, and she didn’t want them to feel like they couldn’t protect their daughter. they knew a boy named mulciber had cursed her, but they thought it was just an instance of schoolyard bullying, and mary lied and told them he was expelled because of it.

eventually, she started getting past it – sometimes she still wakes up from nightmares, sure, and she still has her bad days, but she’s surviving and growing. for now.

so ! what kind of a person is mary macdonald ? controlling. idealistic. uncertain. perfectionistic. vain. tender. materialistic. flirtatious. stubborn. ambitious. charming. conflicted. spoiled. impulsive. yearning. loving.

she likes everything planned to a tee, jotted down neatly in her favourite pink leather planner. she colour codes all her notes. her room is always neat and tidy and her makeup is always impeccable.

if this were a muggle high school au, she would be the head of the prom planning committee and it would have a 1950s theme.

she will give you way too many second chances and it will break her heart. she believes in the good of humanity with a stubbornness that’s almost naive.

she is way too dependent on validation, i’m gonna tell you right now. a total attention seeker, but she manages to be just charming enough that it isn’t annoying. her good looks don’t hurt, either.

she can be petty ! she can definitely be so petty ! and way too used to getting what she wants. i hate her

she is one of the quidditch commentators except uh … girl knows nothing about quidditch. mostly just gossips into the mic about the players while her partner commentator ( wc !!!!! ) actually commentates on the gameplay. but she’s managed to keep the position cause it entertains the audience and draws out students who aren’t as interested in quidditch

loose connection ideas: ima be honest with you, mary is a ho. gimme fwb, hookups, ex-flings. the more drama the betterrr. also, girl squad wya ?? OR EX-FRIENDS. the dramaaaa. again, would love another quidditch commentator. i’d also love a frenemy plot, a bad influence, a good influence, a one-sided crush ( on either side ), study buddies, or just straight up enemies, a bickering relationship … anything tbh

#lumos.intro #𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐝. ｢ about. ｣

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Ordinary Part 3- Sweet Pea Imagine

As requested by the lovely @laurastrutz here’s part three, to Ordinary. This is the final part!

Part One

Part Two

Athena’s birthday came and went, the months began to turn warmer and eventually Athena gave birth, to a boy, Grayson Knox. He soon became the light of Athena’s life, Sweet Pea’s as well. The Serpents all adored the new baby, especially when Athena and Sweet Pea would bring him by the Wyrm to see them, neither staying too long. It took months of hard work before Athena was able to fit into her old clothing, but eventually she was able too, as well as finish school early by completing it online. Eventually the group graduated, and things progressed. Sweet Pea and Athena were able to afford a new home, a small house in the Northside of Riverdale, one that they rented alongside Fangs.

It was a small light blue house, it had three bedrooms, the perfect number for the four of them living there, occasionally Jughead or Toni would end up sleeping on their couch. It was located just off the edge of the railroad tracts that lead into the Southside, not that the three minded as they grew up there. Athena’s parents had wanted nothing to do with her or her son, even after his birth, even with living in the small town it was rare if the group saw each other.

Five years had passed, Athena now twenty-one, Sweet Pea having just turned twenty-two and their son, whom was about to turn five. Sweet Pea had gone to community college whilst working at the mechanic shop, after graduating early, Sweet Pea now had a business degree and was the head manager at a mechanic shop in Greendale, where he made decent money. Athena also ended up going to school, though she was going for an English degree to teach, having another two years left. For now, Athena worked as a receptionist for a Doctor’s office in Riverdale and went to classes at night. Fangs had opted out of college and instead held a steady job as a freelance web developer.

“Athena? Gray?” Sweet Pea called walking into the small suburban house that the group had been living in for almost a year.

“Yeah?” Walking out of the kitchen, she held the small child, dark haired like his father, but his mother’s green eyes.

“There’s my favorite people.” Sweet Pea smiled and walked over to his fiancé and son, pressing a kiss to Athena’s lips, Sweet Pea grabbed his son who laughed.

“I missed you daddy!” Grayson said hugging his father.

“I missed you too buddy.” Sweet Pea said as Athena shook her head.

“Go clean up my love, dinner is almost ready, Fangs’ will be home shortly, Toni and Cheryl are coming for dinner tonight.” She reminded him as she headed back into the kitchen where she continued to cook the spaghetti dinner. While Athena was cooking Sweet Pea went and changed before he began playing with Grayson in the living room.

“Sounds like a mad house in here.” Toni joked coming into the house, Cheryl behind her.

“What’s going on in here?” Fangs asked coming in, his computer under his arm.

“Uncle Fangs!” Grayson favorite person, besides his parents, was Fangs Fogarty.

“Nephew Grayson!” Fangs yelled in return as Toni headed to the kitchen where Athena was.

“Need help?” Toni offered as Cheryl placed the bottle of wine they had brought into the fridge.

“No, almost done, just finishing the garlic bread. Unless someone wants to set the dining table.” She mentioned, hugging the two women. The three of them stood around the kitchen chatting for a while, listening to the three playing in the living room.

“Ever gonna give him another kid?” Cheryl asked causing Athena to smile.

“One day.” She shrugged. “We want more kids one day.” She glanced into the living room and smiled as she watched Sweet Pea carrying Grayson around like a plane.

“When is one day?” Asked Toni as she grabbed three wine glasses from the cupboard and went to pour wine into each one.

“None for me.” Athena mentioned smiling as she stirred the pot of sauce.

“Athena.” Toni stated staring at her friend who never passed up the opportunity to drink wine. “I’m assuming one day, is soon?” She asked.

“One day, is in about six months.” She stated turning to the two girls who both grinned and hugged her.

“Who all knows?” Asked Cheryl, I am so planning a baby shower if it’s a girl,”

“No baby shower Cheryl.” Athena laughed. “Just you guys, Pea, and Fangs.” She stated. “Wanted to tell everyone next week at the Serpent’s Easter party.” Athena shrugged as she pulled the garlic bread out of the oven. The group of six ate their dinner before they all retired for the night.

The week passed uneventfully and soon enough the small family that Sweet Pea and Athena had were walking into the Whyte Wyrm where the Serpents were having their annual Easter Party.

“Thena!” Athena’s cousin Millie called as they entered the Wyrm. Millie was from Athena’s mothers’ side of the family, it was a surprise to see Millie in the Wyrm seeing as Athena has had nothing to do with her parent’s families since they found out she was pregnant with Grayson.

“Millie.” Athena stated passing Grayson over to Sweet Pea. “What are you doing here?” Millie was a year older than Athena and had grown up in the Northside.

“Oh! I’m dating Steven Fitts.” She pointed towards the man whom was a few years older than the group.

“That’s nice.” Athena motioned Sweet Pea to head towards their friends. “Does your mother know you’re here and that you’re dating Stevie?” She asked heading towards the bar where Toni was tending. “Hey.” She smiled at her friend as her cousin followed behind her.

“Of course, my mother knows.” She stated.

“Two beers and a water.” Athena stated leaning closer to Toni. “I so need a drink.”

“Sorry babe, you send Sweets and he can get the beers for him and Fangs. Can’t be serving a pregnant woman.” Toni teased.

“Toni!”

“You’re pregnant?” Millie asked causing Athena to turn towards her.

“Yeah, I am.” Athena nodded at her cousin.

“Does your mom know? Oh my lord, she’d be ecstatic to finally be getting a grandchild!” Athena and Toni both laughed.

“Millie, she already has one, one she doesn’t want anything to do with. I haven’t talked to my mother in five years, you think she cares about me? She doesn’t.” Athena said shaking her head at her friend just as she heard Grayson’s voice.

“Momma!” Grayson screamed running towards his mother. “Momma look!” Holding up a small toy truck just like what Sweet Pea drives.

“Oh my.” She grinned picking up her son. “It’s just like daddy’s isn’t it?”

“Uncle Fangs got it.” He grinned showing his mother.

“Well it’s amazing baby.” She grinned. “You made sure to thank Uncle Fangs, right?”

“Yes momma.” He nodded as Athena set him back down.

“Go find daddy okay? Momma will be there in a second.” Grayson nodded running back to where Sweet Pea was sitting with Fangs. “Well, you have fun telling your mother about my family, and it was great to see you Millie.” Athena grabbed her water and both beers from Toni before heading towards where her family was sitting. “Hey baby.” Athena pressed a kiss to Sweet Pea’s cheek.

“I see that cousin Millie is here.” Fangs stated taking the beer from Athena before opening his laptop to get some work done.

“She and Steve are dating.” She stated taking Grayson from Sweet Pea as Sweet Pea took a drink from his own beer. “How long until my mother calls me?”

“I give her an hour.” Sweet Pea laughed watching as Grayson played with his toy truck on the table.

“An hour is generous.” She stated.

“When are we telling everyone?” Sweet Pea asked as Athena grinned at him.

“Well, what about now? Fangs can you handle Grayson?” Athena asked handing the boy over before taking Sweet Pea’s hand and leading him to the stage. “Excuse me everybody?” Athena spoke into the mic.

“We have something we’d like to say.” Sweet Pea stated wrapping his arm around Athena. Everyone’s attention turned to the two standing on the stage.

“You guys have been there every step of the way throughout our relationship.” Athena looked at her fiancé and grinned. “Hell, Sweet Pea proposed to me here, right at that bar when I was pregnant with Grayson.” Athena laughed softly.

“Get on with it!” Toni shouted causing everyone to laugh.

“Alright, alright.” Athena held her hands up. “Grayson.” She motioned to her son. “Come here baby.” She said softly. Grayson ran over to his parents from Fangs’ arms.

“Why don’t you tell everyone buddy.” Sweet Pea stated picking up Grayson who looked at everyone.

“I’m a big brother!” Grayson grinned as everyone began cheering as Sweet Pea leaned over and kissed Athena.

Later that night the two were sitting and talking with everyone, Grayson fast asleep in the office upstairs.

“If you’re having another baby then when are you tying the knot?” Toni’s grandfather, Tom asked.

“Eventually.” Athena stated leaning into Sweet Pea. “We aren’t really in a big rush.”

“We have the rest of our lives to get married.” Sweet Pea stated with a smile towards Athena. “Plus, a wedding means Athena’s family, meaning we both need to be able to drink.” Sweet Pea stated with a laugh.

“But don’t worry Tom, we have a date picked for after the baby.” Athena and Sweet Pea left it at that before taking Grayson and heading home.

Months past and Athena and Sweet Pea had a beautiful baby girl, Madelyn Haley. Both Madelyn and Grayson were the loves of Athena and Sweet Pea’s lives. Grayson turned five and started kindergarten, Athena graduated from college and got a job at Southside Middle School and was teaching English. Almost two years after Madelyn was born, Athena and Sweet Pea finally decided to tie the knot in a small ceremony at Pickens Park.

“Can you believe we’re actually doing this?” Athena asked softly as she and Sweet Pea were setting everything up in the park.

“Seems like a lifetime ago that I we finally admitted we loved each other.” Sweet Pea stated wrapping his arm around her. “Go get ready with Toni. Fangs and Jughead can finish up here.” Athena hesitated before nodding. Hours later, Athena had walked down the aisle and Sweet Pea was ready to read his vows.

“Your vows.” Tom Topaz said motioning to Sweet Pea.

“I want to start by reminding you how much I love you.” Sweet Pea’s eyes stayed locked on Athena’s. “You’re everything I could ever want, you’re the love of my life. I feel like we’ve been together for a lifetime. We were dumb when we were younger, we could have been together so much longer if we weren’t both daft.” He grinned as everyone laughed. “But you were worth the wait, you will always be worth the wait. You’re my best friend, sorry Fangs.” Sweet Pea glanced at Fangs and winked. “I love you, more than anything. There was a time in my life where I thought I didn’t deserve love, didn’t deserve happiness, and then you came along. You changed that, you changed me. I don’t know where I would be without you.” Sweet Pea stopped talking and wiped a tear off Athena’s cheek. “I am in love with you, and I will always be in love with you. I can’t wait to see what our future holds.”

“Athena, your vows.” Tom turned to the girl whom was crying.

“You’ve made me the happiest girl in the world Sweets.” Athena said softly. “You took me in when my parents shunned me. You loved me when no one else would. You gave me a family, a life, one that I never thought I could have.” Athena smiled at him, more tears falling down her face. “I never thought I’d be here, marrying my best friend, the love of my life. I thought I’d have to settle for someone I didn’t love, but, then you came along and showed me I didn’t need to settle.” Athena squeezed Sweet Pea’s hand. “I am utterly and completely in love with you Noah Matthews and I cannot wait to be your wife, to be with you forever. I love you.” Athena never called Sweet Pea by his real name but in that moment, she felt she had to.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife.” Tom grinned. “Kiss the girl Sweet Pea, she’s been waiting long enough.” Sweet Pea grinned.

“You don’t have to tell me twice.” The two kissed and everyone cheered. Athena and Sweet Pea knew that life would never get better than it is now and the two were happy with their perfectly ordinary family. Well ordinary to them that is.

As always thank you for reading my loves! This is the final part to the Ordinary Trilogy. Thanks again!

REQUESTS ARE OPEN FOR ALL RIVERDALE CHARACTER

#sweet pea imagine #sweet pea x oc #sweet pea #riverdale imagines

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fullofmelaninsarcasmandepression · 4 years

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opinions on: Zelina Vega, Charlotte, Bianca Belair, Naomi, Bayley, Asuka, The IIconics, Natalya, Sonya Deville and Nia Jax

Zelina: omg i love this queen sm!!!!!! shes such an amazing heel and i love her and aleisters youtube channel as well💕! shes also an amazing wrestler id love to see her in the title picture one day!

Charlotte: I’ve honestly grown to love her over these past few months as well. I hate how she’s constantly in the title picture when WWE has plenty of women that they can use but its not her fault. Shes probably one of the best women on the mic and executes her gimmick flawlessly💕!

Bianca: OK VINCENT WHERE TF IS MY GOOD SIS AT! I MISS SEEING HER ON MY TELEVISION EVERY MONDAY NIGHT! HER CHARACTER IS INCREDIBLE AND SHE ALSO NEEDS TO BE IN THE TITLE PICTURE SOMETIME SOON! I’D ALSO LIKE TO SEE HER AND NAOMI AS A TAG TEAM PLZ AND TY💕!

NAOMI: ANOTHER PERSON I MISS SEEING ON MY TELEVISION EVERY FRIDAY( ik shes home with jimmy since his injury) ALSO SHE NEEDS TO BE IN THE TITLE PICTURE AND SHE NEEDS ANORHER GOOD RUN WITH THE TITLE TOO. I MEAN SHES ONE OF THE MOST ATHLETIC WOMEN ON THE ROSTER...PLZ DO RIGHT BY MY WIFE, MY GLOW QUEEN💕!

Bayley: Shes a good heel and a good wrestler but she needs a bit more work on the mic outside of the whole ding dong thing💕!

Asuka: my love for Asuka has grown over these past few months as well. I also love her youtube channel! However i think wwe needs to book her like they do Drew with the championship if you get what im saying💕!

Sonya: THATS DADDY RIGHT THERE!!!!! ALSO PLZ GIVE HER A TITLE RUN PLZ!

Natalya: I love her in ring work however she kinda lacks charisma and can be pretty stale on the mic💕!

Nia Jax: lmaooo i feel like im one of the very few ppl who actually like Nia💕!

IIconics: I like them, very good heels💕!

#send me asks #wwe #womens wrestling

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silverarmedassassin · 4 years

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To Save Me From Tears

Pairing: Bucky x Reader Word Count: 2853 Warnings: Jealousy. Clueless Bucky™️ A/N: This was one of the first ones I wrote! It actually helped give me the idea to write all 25 days! I’m not sure how I like the ending (I struggled a lot with finishing this for some reason), but here it is. Day four!

Summary: Another year, another Stark Christmas Party. But this year, karaoke is involved and, even though you didn’t plan on getting up there, sometimes a song is the only way to express your feelings.

2019 Christmas Masterlist

“You’ll save me a dance, right Sergeant?” you ask coyly as you finish tying Bucky’s tie. It was light blue, the exact color of his eyes. He smiles down at you as you flatten the collar of his black-on-black suit, those eyes crinkling edges.

“‘Course. Wouldn’t dream of missing the opportunity to dance with the prettiest girl in the room.” He adjusts his sleeves as he examines his reflection in the metal of the elevator door.

You turn around to look at yourself as well, admire the way your cranberry-colored dress sways as you do so. You couldn’t help but notice Bucky did the same, his eyes traveling up the long skirt, up to the lacey bodice. When his gaze finally lands on your face, you can see, even in the distorted reflection, that his cheeks are now bright pink.

“Come on,” he grumbles shyly, grabbing your lace-covered arm as the doors opened. “Stark won’t like it if we’re late.”

You and Bucky weren’t together. Yes, he sent you the coveted “good morning” and “good night” texts every day, and invited you as his plus one to more than your fair share of game nights with the Avengers, but it was because he was a genuinely nice guy. A nice superhero guy.

There was nothing special or super about you. You worked in the public relations department for crying out loud, slaving around the clock to fix any screw-up the team made and making sure the public absolutely adored them. Bucky would never be interested in you, not when he was surrounded by agents and literal super-humans.

Everyone else disagreed, however. Even Tony made a point to tell both of you that if a move wasn’t made soon he would be forced to interfere. And that was the last thing you needed.

That’s why you decided tonight would be the night you were finally going to say something to Bucky. It was a perfect time - after all, there’s nothing more romantic than confessing your love for someone amid the overly-crowded Annual Stark Christmas Party.

Avengers, agents, and employees like yourself were spread out across the Compound. It turns out the room Tony had built specifically for press conferences doubled as a great dance floor.

You were out on the terrace with a group of your coworkers, watching as liquored-up bodies crammed together like sardines. Outside was just as beautiful as the inside - strands of white, twinkling Christmas lights bordered the open doors, and the standing tables were adorned with crystal votives. Stark hadn’t left a single pebble unturned when it came to this party, so the state-of-the-art heaters littering the space fought off the mid-December chill. It was just warm enough to be comfortable, but still several degrees cooler than inside. Perfect for a breather.

You were only half-listening to the conversation you had found yourself in, your focus more on the happenings around you. You could hear Thor singing off-key to Mariah Carey’s “All I Want For Christmas Is You.” How they convinced the God of freaking Thunder of all people to participate in Christmas karaoke was beyond you, but you were thrilled it was happening.

You smiled as you took a sip of your spiced cider, relishing in the way you could feel the warmth travel from your tongue to your belly as you drink. Maybe after another couple of these, you would finally get the courage to go talk to Bucky.

A hand flapping in front of your face draws you from your thoughts.

“Hello, earth to Y/N,” David, one of the IT guys said.

You feel heat spread across your face and you know it’s not from the cider. “I’m sorry, what?”

David huffs and your little group snickers to themselves. “We were asking about your plans for the holidays. Since Stark gave us the next two weeks off…”

“She was busy looking for Loverboy,” Carley says. You roll your eyes at your officemate’s snark.

“I was not looking for Bucky.”

“I didn’t even mention a name! Ha! I think I know what her plans are for Christmas.” She wiggles her eyebrows at you suggestively and everyone burst into laughter.

“It’s not like that,” you whisper, turning your attention back to the crowd inside.

“The man brings you lunch more days than not, walks you to your car when you stay late, and invites you to family game night. Almost every week, may I add.” Carley points an accusatory finger at you. “I’ve been here for seven years and I haven’t even been invited. It’s been six months for you! He’s got it bad.”

You could feel the embarrassment creeping back to your cheeks. Finishing off your cider in one massive gulp, you turn to the group. “I’m going to get another drink. Anyone need a refill?”

“Classic deflection,” David mutters as they all wave you off. You knew this conversation wasn’t over, but you were happy to dodge it for the time being.

You shove your way through the crowd that was now cheering for Thor. He bows dramatically before passing the mic off to Natasha, who is deeply focused on finding a song. The familiar, sultry notes of “Santa Baby” start to chime through the hall. You’d expect nothing less from Nat.

Finally, you make it to the bar, where you find Steve and Sam in the middle of a heated debate about which era produced the best Christmas music. Steve, of course, is partial to the early 1900s, while Sam insists Michael Bublé is the best Christmas singer to ever grace this earth. You chuckle as you slide your empty flute to the bartender and wait for a new drink.

“Ah, there she is!” Sam finally acknowledges your appearance, effectively ending the frivolous debate. He pulls you in for a quick side hug before Steve does the same. “Where have you been hiding? Been lookin’ for you all night!”

“I’ve been...around. Mostly trying to dodge getting drafted for karaoke. I’m not drunk enough for that yet.” You laugh as you watch Natasha shaking her hips on stage. “I don’t think I’ll ever be drunk enough for that.”

The boys follow your gaze. “Nonsense. You’d have all the men eating out of your hand if you got up there,” Sam sasses as your drink is slid towards you.

You hum in response, ignoring the comment as best as you could. “Have you guys seen Bucky? I uh, need to talk to him.”

Sam and Steve share a knowing look. “Are you finally going to say something to the pathetic sap?” Steve laughs as he peers at you over his whiskey tumbler.

Before you can reply, a familiar, gruff laugh drifts over to where the three of you are standing. Your heart leaps a little as you turn and spot the top of Bucky’s head, hair starting to fall loosely out of the bun at the nape of his neck.

Taking another drag of your cider and straightening your poster, you get ready to make your way over to him. Before you can get more than a step away from Steve and Sam, you’re frozen on the spot. Standing across from Bucky, using one of the tall tables as a rest, is a tall blonde. Her eyes crinkle as she touches Bucky’s left arm as she laughs at something he’s said. He never let anyone touch his metal limb. A slight pang of red-hot jealousy washes over you.

This was it. This is exactly what you meant when you said Bucky would never fall for someone like you. Not when there were women like her floating around the Compound, all fit and beautiful. This woman, who you come to recognize as one of the newest agents Natasha had recruited, exudes so much confidence that you can literally feel it from where you’re standing several feet away. She’s a literal vision in icy blue, the exact color of Bucky’s eyes. And that damn tie.

Steve clears his throat from behind you, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder obviously trying to pull your attention away from the scene in front of you. You harshly shrug him off. You didn’t want his pity, nor did you want to hear the trademark Captain speech you knew always followed tense emotional situations. You watch as the woman leans closer to Bucky as he says something into her ear. She smiles again, a flash of something in her eyes and she takes a sip of her drink. You’d seen enough.

“Excuse me,” you say, downing your almost-full flute of cider and ditching it on the bartop. Before either of the men can stop you, you’re shoving through the crowd. You’re on a mission and nothing was going to stop you.

You make it to the front of the room in record time, stopping right in front of the make-shift stage where Natasha is finishing her performance. You catch her eye and she gives you a devilish smirk. “Y/N!” she yells into the mic. “Your turn!”

The crowd, despite more than half of them not knowing you, goes crazy. Good. They gave you the little needed confidence you need to pull this off. You knew exactly what song you’d be singing, exactly who you’d be singing to. You climb up the few steps of the platform and graciously take the microphone. It only takes you a few moments to find the song, and you let all nerves and self-conscious thoughts melt away as the retro beat of “Last Christmas” fills the room.

Last Christmas, I gave you my heart But the very next day you gave it away This year, to save me from tears I’ll give it to someone special

You let your gaze linger further out than just the group of people bobbing along in front of the platform. You spot Natasha by the bar, talking animatedly at Sam, who is shrinking in on himself like a wounded dog. Was she scolding him?

Once bitten and twice shy I keep my distance But you still catch my eye Tell me, baby Do you recognize me? Well, it’s been a year It doesn’t surprise me

Thank god he’s tall because there’s no way you would have been able to see Steve’s blonde head making its way through the crowd if he was as short as he was once upon a time. He’s headed straight towards Bucky, who has abandoned the blonde he was flirting with earlier to watch you.

You’re surprised when, instead of feeling triumphant in your ability to get Bucky’s attention, you’re filled with anger. Maybe a little tinge of regret for not telling him how you felt sooner. Definitely a surge of self-loathing and despair. Damn alcohol. You make eye-contact as best as you can with Bucky as you start belting the next verses.

A crowded room, friends with tired eyes I’m hiding from you, and your soul of ice My god, I thought you were someone to rely on Me? I guess I was a shoulder to cry on

You watch as Steve begins, what you can only assume, scolding Bucky. He’s yanking his hands this way and that, occasionally pulling them through his hair. Bucky breaks eye contact, briefly looking at his best friend in front of him before looking back to you.

The blonde agent is long forgotten now.

When the last line is belted out, storm off the stage and make towards the main hall. You were no longer in the Christmas spirit, and you definitely didn’t want to talk to Bucky off all people right now. You just wanted to sit on your couch with a bottle of cheap wine and wallow in self-pity. Unfortunately, it seems your Christmas wish isn’t coming true tonight.

“Y/N!” Bucky huffs as he runs up behind you, gently grabbing your arm to stop you. “I’ve been looking for you all night!”

You contemplate trying to pull away, but you know it’s no use with his strength. You take a deep breath in an attempt to bury the emotions you’re feeling before turning to face him. The look of pure excitement and happiness on his face cued you in on the fact he didn’t know you were upset.

“I’m sure you were,” you mumbled as you looked down at his hand still holding onto your arm.

“I can’t believe you got up there and sang,” he laughs, dropping his hand and using his metal one to rub the back of his neck. “I was just telling Yelena that…” Bucky trailed off when he noticed you stiffen at the mention of, who you could assume, the blonde agent you had seen him with not 20 minutes ago.

“Uh, yea well...” You shrug not knowing what to say to that. “I’m not really in the party mood anymore, so I’m going to head out. Better go find Yelena again” You know you’re being petty, but it’s more out of anger at yourself for getting your hopes up than anything.

“What? No, I can walk you out if you’d like?”

Before you can respond, a heavily accented voice breaks through the crowd you’d edged your way out of.

“James! There you are!” Yelena says as she shoves her way out into the hall. “You ran off so quickly I wanted to make sure everything was okay.”

“Yea, everything’s fine. I found Y/N and didn’t want to lose her again,” Bucky turned back to you then a beaming smile on his face. “Y/N, this is Yelena. I uh, knew her back when Soldier was in control...”

“It’s so nice to finally meet you,” Yelena interjects, holding her hand out for you to shake. “I’ve heard so much about you tonight. I was about ready to come to find you myself so this sap would shut it.”

She nudges Bucky in the ribs and he grumbles in response.

“You know, I was just about to say how happy I am that Nat brought you here, but I take even the thought back.”

Yelena snorts and rolls her eyes. “Anyway, I’m going to leave you two to it. Sam challenged Natalia and me to a drinking game. I have some ass to kick.” And just like that, the blonde disappeared back into the crowd.

As you and Bucky watch Yelena walk away, you couldn’t help but laugh. Watching the way they interacted made you realize that you may have slightly overreacted. Thanks, insecurity.

“What?” Bucky asks, turning to look at you.

“I’m just realizing how stupid I am.”

You look to Bucky and are met with a look of confusion. “What do you...Oh, you though...Yelena and...” He lets out a genuine belly laugh then, one that would normally warm your entire body but now makes you want to punch him.

“Don’t laugh at me,” you pout, crossing your arms across your chest in defense.

“I’m sorry,” Bucky gasps between laughs. “It’s just, I’ve known Yelena since she was younger. Watched her grow up, even if it was from afar. Her attitude reminds me so much of Becca that I practically see her as my little sister!”

Bucky grabbed your hand as the karaoke faded away into the live-music portion of the night. I instrumental version of “Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas” started to float through the room.

"I meant it when I said you were the prettiest girl in the room. I spent the entire night fighting with myself on trying to find you. Yelena was trying her hardest to get me to you but, I guess I was just nervous. The truth is,” he says as he brings his other hand to rest on your lace-covered waist, “I really like you.

“And I know everyone is always making comments about how we, ya know...I just didn’t wanna ruin anything. But,” he starts gently swaying you both the music then. The grin on his face reminds you of pictures of old footage of him back during the war, back when he wouldn’t have given a second thought about coming right up and asking you to dance. “When I saw you up there singin’, it reminded me just how beautiful you are. And how sweet, and gentle you are with me even though hell knows I don’t deserve it.

“So, I guess this is just my roundabout way of askin’ you to be my girl. Because I’d be stupid to let someone like you get away from me.”

“Buck,” you whisper as you step closer into his embrace. You blink rapidly trying to fight back the tears that are threatening to fall down your face. “I never realized how big of a sap you really are.”

This helps break the tension, and Bucky lets out a soft chuckle. “Is that a yes then, pretty girl?”

You smile as you lean in and rest your head against his shoulder. You let yourself get enveloped by the smell of the cologne you gave him as an early Christmas present specifically for tonight’s party. “Of course, Bucky. I’ll be your girl.”

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