#and when the dad (op) went over to ask them to stop they all whipped their phones out

[simfuldelights]

You know how on reality TV shows, they show a lot of random people with their faces blurred if they’re filming in public? It’s because they never legally agreed to be filmed.

You don’t have to stand by while random people record you if you don’t want to. Unfortunately, you can’t be aware of EVERYTHING all the time, so it’s not foolproof, but if you see someone recording you, say as clearly as you can to the camera that they do not have the right to film you.

I’m not a lawyer or anything but I’m PRETTY SURE if you have my recorded non-compliance and you continue to violate my right to privacy anyway, I’m not going to be the one in any trouble.

#non sims #this message brought to you after reading a Reddit post of some poor guy taking his TWELVE WEEK OLD BABY to a restaurant #where she was a little fussy and some teens a few tables over literally yelled at this couple this fucking infant to SHUT THE FUCK UP #and when the dad (op) went over to ask them to stop they all whipped their phones out #the baby fussed some more after that and one of the teens was mocking her crying….. and again recording the family #I would tell them they don’t have the right to film me or my child. I’m not sure what all else id do bc it would depend on their responses #but I would ~be a Karen~ and tell management if they didn’t stop #if the cops weren’t so brutal and unreasonable I’d call them too. I’d really prefer to call their parents tho #idc about the law but someone needs to make those kids act right im so serious #we all live in society‚ yeah? we all have a duty to each other? #crazy ik

[forasecondtherewedwon]

3 Simple Rules for Dating a Centenarian - ch. 2

Fandom: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier Pairing: Sam Wilson/Bucky Barnes Rating: T Chapters: 2/2

Read chapter one on Tumblr.

Chapter two summary: Sam and Bucky talk after their date op in Germany.

“Four,” Bucky says.

Sam, plodding down the road beside him, turns to stare. His sidekick (and fuck him if Bucky’s thinking of Sam in the same terms) has his chin lifted, moving his gaze back and forth across the horizon in a slow sweep. With the lines of trees planted as windbreaks around the fields, they can’t see the highway from here. It could be nice, without the rushing noise of cars and trucks, if Bucky knew how to shut up. That sorta pout his mouth does when his face is in its sour resting position—that’s what Sam wants to see. Only because it means Bucky wouldn’t be talking and Sam could maybe find a few minutes of peace, some quiet in which to consider the Flag-Smashers they just fought.

“Four what?” he demands when Bucky doesn’t continue.

Can’t be hostiles. If Bucky had spotted anybody, he wouldn’t still be striding along, looking unconcerned. No, he’d be running flat-out towards their adversaries like the rash moron he’s always accusing Steve of having been. Trying to leave Sam in the dust until Sam kicked off and spread his wings.

“Four stars,” Bucky says, carefully, clearly, like that clears anything up.

“What are you doing? Rating our trip down the highway? That was a transport truck full of medicine and super-soldiers, not an Uber.”

Sam’s grinning to himself when Bucky turns his head to glare. Ah. So gratifying. Amends sound good in theory, but Bucky’s irritation is so much simpler in practice. Sam knows how to handle that. He’ll take the grouchy stewing post-mission over having to meet Bucky’s eyes across a table, the promised snapper dinner laid out in front of them. They haven’t gotten around to that yet.

“I’m not rating the ride,” Bucky says, “I’m rating our date.”

That trips Sam up, but just for a second.

“No, no, no, dates don’t end with me rescuing you from the underside of a truck.”

“You didn’t rescue me.”

“Man, those wheels would’ve turned you into ground beef,” Sam says with a snort.

“I doubt it. Fell two hundred feet without a parachute today and I’m fine.”

“You want a second opinion on that?”

Instead of watching Bucky’s scowl deepen at the joke, Sam sees his expression flatten out. It makes Sam narrow his eyes in suspicion.

“What?” he prompts.

“You’re wrong,” Bucky states plainly.

“About what those wheels would do to you? We can test it when we’re back stateside if you want. I’ll requisition a truck.”

“Not about that.”

Sam’s looking closely, so he spots the smile. A curl at the corner of Bucky’s mouth. He hopes, secretly, that Bucky is scanning the surroundings well enough for both of them, because Sam’s attention is homed in on this little sign of Bucky’s amusement.

“About the end of the date,” Bucky finally clarifies.

“Mission. The end of the mission, when I rescued you.”

“The end of the date, when I was on top of you.”

Something to throw with all his strength, that’s what Sam needs right now. Some physical outlet for how badly he wants to fling the creeping, seeking, aching things he’s feeling very far away from himself. He wonders if Steve ever just whipped the shield as hard as he could to vent his frustrations. It’s hot as hell out here under the sun and Sam can feel the dampness of his chest inside his suit, the sweat riding his spine.

He takes a deep breath through his nose, fine with the scent of manure and getting nothing but grass instead. Like inhaling the colour green. Smells like the field they landed in. Landed in and went barreling across until, yeah, Sam wound up on his back with Bucky above him, their arms fastened around each other like life preservers or umbilical cords or anything else tight and necessary for keeping people alive. Goddamn nose-to-nose. Over the phone, Sam could brush Bucky off. When he says this shit in person, Sam has nowhere to go, besides extending the wings and launching himself into the sky. But he doesn’t want to overreact (doesn’t want Bucky to see him overreact).

“You just calling it a date because you don’t have rules for those?” Sam asks, deflecting.

“My three rules, you mean?” Bucky asks. He loses the smile.

“Right.”

“They’re for… everything. Supposed to be a blanket rollout, not doing anything illegal or that’ll hurt anybody in any aspect of my life. I’m sure the rules go for dating too, though Dr. Raynor and I didn’t really talk about those specific circumstances.”

“I think you might’ve mostly stuck to those rules today. I don’t think we hurt those guys.”

“Maybe you didn’t—”

“Get over yourself.”

“You’re a rude date,” Bucky notes. He’s looking straight ahead. No, not looking, staring. Like he does.

“I didn’t even invite you,” Sam says, refusing to correct this bonehead again about what kind of outing this was. “You walked onto that plane.”

“You wanted me to come.”

“Didn’t need you.”

“Oh really?” Bucky challenges. Sam clenches his jaw as he avoids meeting Bucky’s gaze.

“Hey, I was still in the air while you were clinging to that truck like a toddler to their dad’s leg.”

“You were in the air, but for how long?” Bucky asks, halting and grabbing Sam’s arm. Sam shakes him off in annoyance but stops too. “Until the Flag-Smashers knocked you out or broke your wings like they broke Redwing. They were mopping the floor with you.”

“And it was so damn useful to have you there to be the other mop,” Sam says sarcastically.

“If you’d put me back on the truck instead of in the field, we mighta had a shot at them.”

Bucky’s hands go to his hips, his Vibranium arm gleaming in the sun. He’s going to have to say more about that White Wolf thing. Wondering where the hell Bucky’s sleeve went and refusing to ask, Sam crosses his arms tightly over his chest.

“We had no shot. Not today, not without more information.”

“Information takes too long.”

“That’s what a successful op is,” Sam stresses, chopping the side of one hand into his opposite palm. “Intelligence gathering, corroboration, planning, execution. Information is what tells you to hang back instead of throwing yourself into a fight you’re not prepared enough to win.”

“We were already here. We couldn’t just let them leave.”

“Don’t worry about the hypotheticals now; them leaving is exactly what happened.”

“Unless Captain America has ’em on the ropes,” Bucky says deadpan.

“I hope they pushed him off the back of one of those trucks.”

“Were you thinking about that while we were up there with him?”

“At the time, I was thinking about pushing you off the back of the truck for getting us into that situation,” Sam explains, “that’s why I can picture it so clearly. See, Buck? I always have a plan.”

“Just like Steve.”

“No, not just like Steve.”

Sam pushes past Bucky to start walking again. After a couple steps, Bucky’s back at his side.

“You think the new guy had a plan?” he asks. “I don’t.”

“I don’t give a shit.”

“Sure you do.”

“Are you trying to get me to talk now? Mr. ‘I’m not a words guy’? Fine,” Sam huffs, tired from everything inside him that’s pushing to get out rather than their leisurely walk down a country road. Even so, he walks faster, almost stomping, and Bucky has to lope up next to him to stay in step. “I don’t think he had a plan. I don’t think he could fasten that dumb helmet on his head without a direct order. I don’t think he and his partner found us on their own initiative.”

“They work pretty smoothly as a team though,” Bucky tosses out.

“That looked like familiarity, not the result of inspiring leadership on the part of the Captain.”

“And not as good as us.”

Sam sends Bucky poisonous side-eye.

“I’m not trying to lead you.”

“I don’t wanna be led,” Bucky replies. “We fight together better than they do and that’s with you pretending you hate me.”

“Oh, I don’t need to pretend.” The comment is habit.

“All I’m saying is that it’s better. The two of us being out here doing this stuff together.”

“Especially with that dick waiting in the wings.”

Bucky stares at him long enough that Sam turns his head to stare back. When he does, Bucky glances away, but Sam knows where he was looking—at his back, where his wings are folded away.

“Waiting in the wings is a figure of speech,” he tells Bucky angrily.

“It’s perfect though. I always think of you as that dick in the wings.”

Sam exhales hard through his nose.

“I hope you don’t always think of me as anything.”

“I do. I always think of you.”

Freefall doesn’t jar Sam, no more than what he can remember it feeling like when he was a little kid and his dad would toss him into the air before catching him again. But what Bucky says changes the physics of his insides, the gravity all wrong with his organs. Heart plummeting then trying to sail straight up his throat like a balloon somebody just let go of.

Then Bucky adds, “You and that shield.”

“Drop it.”

He could just fly to the airport, leave Bucky here with plenty of time to think his stupid, shield-related thoughts. Maybe this smartass would have all the answers by the time he reached the plane, or Munich, if they went wheels-up without him. The truth is that the shield—and the Captain America persona—are on Sam’s mind just as much as they’re on Bucky’s, only he manages to keep those thoughts locked up tight. He has to make sure that shit’s contained, particularly if the new poster boy’s going to turn up like this. Sam doesn’t need that in his face.

As they walk, he glances at Bucky, who’s probably as aware of it as Sam is when Bucky gives him that stare. Blue as the sky overhead and heavy as a boulder. The realization that, although he didn’t mean to lead, Bucky followed him here, and continues to stick with him, is staggering. The pages of his mental photo album flip and he sees Steve crack a grin. It’s not like that, Sam tells that blond do-gooder, young in his memories. The only blond do-gooder who ever has or ever will look right with his arm threaded through the straps of the shield.

Maybe, maybe, this thing could work. Him and Bucky running ops, doing better at not getting their asses kicked in front of the government’s hand-picked hero. But Bucky’s gotta let that shit go. Since the Blip, Sam’s been trying to fly under the radar and that’s what he wants to continue doing. He doesn’t need to be showy, just effective; he doesn’t want to get dragged into some Cap vs. Cap contest, the inheritor against the upstart. If Bucky would take the time to think and listen, they could figure this out and be good. And do good. Understanding each other the way Sam wanted when he called Bucky up and they talked about Tunisia and rules and fish dinners. Bucky could make his jokes and, the next time, Sam could call his bluff. Show that gruff, rusty motherfucker what a real date looks like. What kind of team could they be? All kinds.

“Are we even going the right way?” Bucky asks after a half-hour of silence.

“Yes,” Sam says firmly.

He actually hasn’t checked. After they untangled themselves in that field, he just started walking, too keyed up to establish their position. He wonders if the grass still shows their path, crushed where they rolled to a stop.

“You sure?”

“Uh huh.”

“Got any thoughts you wanna share?” Bucky asks. Sam frowns and steals a glance at him. “What? I told you I’ve been going to therapy. I know the importance of a healthy dialogue.”

Sam tries to force his mouth to keep curving down, but he really wants to smile. Bucky’s not the worst company and he is obviously capable of growth.

“A question,” he says.

“If it’s sarcastic, I’m not—”

“Four outta what?”

“What?”

“You said four stars,” Sam reminds him. “Is that four outta five or four outta ten?”

Bucky’s smile spreads slowly, smugly, and Sam rolls his eyes hard. He’s no more aggravated by Bucky than he is by his own need to know. ‘Four stars’ was an incomplete assessment! Typical.

“I hate you,” he says.

Still smiling away, Bucky sways into Sam as he walks, their arms brushing. Could be an accident.

But probably not.

#my writing #story update #tfatws #tfatws spoilers #The Falcon and the Winter Soldier #Sam Wilson #Bucky Barnes #sambucky #Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes

[starr-fall-knight-rise]

Earth is a Death World, “Ice Climbing.”

ope you guys like another themed story :) 

Wind whipped at the outside of his containment unit. It came in great frosty gusts and billows which made it difficult to see four people trudging through the snow in front of them. 

As the wind continued to pick up, great swathes of snow were blown off the ridge in massive undulating sheets. The little specks of ice clattered against the glass of the container even as he watched.

The five humans struggled through the snow, which reached almost up to mid thigh in certain places, though their thick layers certainly didn’t help their movement all that much either. They were slow and shambling , like great beasts milling about through the arctic expanse.

It was sometimes hard to remember  that they were even on a habitable planet, and that the humans din’’t require space suits because all around him he saw only an alien landscape covered in ice and bathed in the disseminated gray light of a blizzard.

Out of the snow he could now see a straight cliff-face rising up into the white. He might not have seen it if he wasn’t looking, though the occasional jutting rock was more than helpful, black against the white of the snow.

The humans hurried forward the snow growing shallower the closer they got to the cliff face.

Eventually they reached their destination, ducking into a small crevice in the rock where the wind wasn’t so bad.

Krill was set to the side against one of the walls trying not to look up at the towering cliff face as the humans adjusted themselves.

Five faces peered out from fuzzy winder coats, the hoods lined in animal fur clung to by flakes of ice and snow. Their faces were covered as well, their eyes only visible behind clear orange goggles, and their faces swathed by fabric to cover the exposed nose and mouth.

To his side, Adam Pulled up his goggles and down on his face protection. His light skin was red with the cold, but he didn’t seem to notice or care, “You picked a great day to come up here sis.”

Across the circle, one of the figures pulled off their goggles and ask as well. 

Maya Vir, Adam’s older sister looked out from the depths of her hood, “If I had known ou were going to be this much of a chicken, maybe I would have picked another day.”

Adam’s brothers hooted from behind their mass and goggles.

Adam rolled his eyes, “hilarious guys, just hilarious.” Maya grinned, “Anyway, I know a place. Husband and I mapped it out a few weeks ago, and it's a very good climb up, relatively easy, no jumps or anything like that.”

Krill looked out at them baleful from inside his test tube, “I thought we were done.”

The humans turned to look at him, though the expressions on their faces were mostly concealed he received wicked grins from the other two.

“What makes you say that?” Adam wondered, as the group began adjusting themselves, “We did say we were going Ice climbing.”

Krill nodded and crossed his arms, “yes, and there was plenty of ice and plenty of climbing.”

It was only when the humans began uncoiling rope did Krill know something bad was about to happen.

Even worse when he saw the humans….. Strapping knives to their feet?

What was this nonsense.

Up ahead of them, Maya pulled two pick axes? Or miniature hooked versions of the from her gear.

Krill stared.

“What are you doing with those.” he wondered, watching as everyone else began pulling the same equipment from their bags.

Adam pulled his face protection back over his nose and mouth, “Well how else are we supposed to get up the cliff.”

Krill stared at him, “I’m sorry, you, What!.”

Adam dropped his axes to the side for a moment, pulling Krill back onto his back, “That’s what Ice climbing means, Krill. We are going to use the ice to make it to the top of the cliff. In the summer there is a little waterfall here, but in the winter it gives us some great ice climbing.”

“Define ice climbing for me again, because this surely can’t be as stupid as I think it is.”

“You’ll see in a minute.”

Krill glowered out from his container, “Which one of your insane family members picked THIS pass time, why couldn’t you guys play cards, or have a picnic. I like those things.”

Adam snorted as they trudged their way over to the bottom of the cliff face.

Krill looked up at the great snow covered ice expanse, though evidence of the blue tinted ice was underneath coming down like a rock formation might form in a cave over a million years.

“You only like playing cards because you can count them, and picnics because you're a plan, and besides it’s my sister’s birthday tomorrow, and for her birthday she wanted to take us ice climbing.”

“Why is no one in your family normal?”

“What about dad, you get along with him just fine.”

Krill huffed, “I did, and then I learned he rides giant four legged beasts for work.”

The human rolled his eyes again.

Maya turned, “Alright, split up into one group of two and one group of three.

“Jeremy will be the lead on one, and I will be the lead on the other, “Adam, you can come with me.”

Krill very much didn’t like where this was going, watching as the humans tied themselves together with rope.

“There are guide points placed on the stone and the ice, so the lead will attach the rope as we go up.” She was saying, and krill watched as she drove back her arm and slammed the head of the axe into the ice. He could hear it crunch and shatter under the head of the axe and then lodge there as she kicked into the ice with the blade on her foot. Eventually she was suspended by nothing but the blades .

Adam looked up, watching and waiting as she slowly made her way, ten feet up the ice face where she found one of the hidden markers and connected dtheir rope. Adam let her get up at least twenty feet before following behind hooking himself to her rope  and following up after.

The other three were doing the same some meters away.

The higher they went, the worse the wind grew, until snow ad ice was buffeting them lightly from one side to the other. 

Krill was right next to full panic as they dragged themselves further and further from the comfort of the ground below. Water droplets trickled and froze on the face of the cliff as they clambered upward, the sound of the axes just barely audible over the howling wind. 

At one point he made the mistake of looking down but saw nothing but a white wall of snow as it blew past. The ground no longer visible.

He covered his eyes hating every moment that they were hauled into the air.

Why why why could he not be with a normal human, one that liked to sit in front fo the TV and eat chips.

Why couldn’t he be with someone sedentary, and the only thing he had to worry about was them dying from blood clots.

The human drove his hand back, ramming the blade into the open ice face. Small chips of blue cascaded down onto his arm and then fell into the white expanse.

Krill couldn't watch.

But the humans continued to pull themselves up using incredible and unbelievable strength to haul their own mass up the face of the ice wall, using blades and axes to get there, for no other reason than the fact that they could do it.

Why why why were humans so stupid 

Why couldn’t they just be content to sit back and survive like every other species.

And why, even when they insisted on having hobbies did it have to be something that involved, extreme weather, heights, and --arguably-- deadly weapons.

His angry contemplation didn’t last long as a distant voice cut through the blizzard, “ADAM LOOK OUT!”

Krill’s head snapped up, as did Adam, just in time to see the blue chunk of ice pelting down right towards him.

He didn't have time to move and Krill felt the violent jolt as Adam was knocked hard in the right arm.

The ice fractured one piece slamming again’st Krill’s tube.

Adam’s grip was broken on his axe twisting him to the left. The loop of paracord around his wrist, connecting to his axe caused the pick to be yanked from the ice face and flung around as adam flailed nearly hitting him in the back of the right leg.

As his body contorted, the ice around the picks on his feet shattered and gave way and his legs were flung out to the side as well.

Krill squealed, watching as the world careened past them.

He expected to fall but was surprised when they didn’t.

Adam grunted with exertion, and Krill looked up to find the humans still gripping hold with one singular ice pick. He looked down again into the white void, feeling as the human gained enough power to swing himself back to face front driving one of his feet into the ice for more leverage, and then the other foot.

From there he managed to swing the second pick up into his hand climbing back upwards to follow his family members who were frozen not twenty feet up the face looking down and waiting for him.

They seemed relieved when he appeared and climbed the last ten feet to safety.

Krill and Adam were hauled up onto the ledge, where, pressed back against the rock, the wind had died down again.

“Adam are you ok!” Maya said looking him over for injury, “I’m so sorry, I saw it dislodge above me, but I couldn’t stop it.”

He waved a hand, “It's ok, just a little bruised is all.” He flexed his hand 

Krill had had enough.

“OK! Ok! We nearly died. Why do you humans insist on going out in adverse death world weather where the visibility is almost zero,just to climb up an unstable ice structure using fancy knives and some rope thinking that will be enough. Why, why, why do you always have to do stupid things that involve almost falling to your deaths.”

His rnt continued on for a few minutes 

So its not like anyone had time to tell him that, even if they had fallen, the rope woudl have caught them

Just let him think what he needed to think

#earth is a deathworld #earth is space australia #humans are insane #humans are space orcs #humans are space australians #humans are space oddities

[soaronmywings]

Princess of SAMCRO (Juice x Reader)

“Jaxy!” You whine from the leather black couch in the living room of your mother’s house. You’re Jax’s sister, Gemma’s only daughter and the princess of the SAMCRO. Gemma has been raising you after her own heart, teaching you not to take any shit from anyone, especially the boys in the club. You’re about 4 years younger than Jax, which meant you barely got to know your father, John Teller. He still haunts your memories, his bike crashing into the semi when you were a little girl. You were 12 when he passed, and he was even coming to get you from school. It was a special day for you since you almost never got to ride with dad on his bike. It was when Opie’s dad Piney came up on his bike, you knew something was wrong. You could see Piney holding back tears as he dropped down on one knee, opening his arms welcoming you in. He was the one who broke the news to you. You were heartbroken and all you wanted was your mom and Jaxy. Now, you’re 26 and have Jax wrapped around your little finger, and you keep that boy in line as best as you can “What do you want princess?” He exasperated, crossing his arms, looking down at you with a warm smile. You were the princess, and everyone treated you like one. “Can we go for a ride of your bike?” You looked up and him a big smile on your face. You begged Jax to let you get your own bike, he just repeats every time “I won’t let you taint such a pretty thing with pink like we all know you will”, you wanted to be apart of the club, but the whole no girls rule held you back from it, and Jax would never let you go in the line of danger. “Alright I guess.” He says, defeat in his voice. He could never say no to you. You were his weak spot in the metal armour, he always kept you heavily protected, always made sure at least one person was with you at all times. It usually consisted of Opie, Happy, Tig, Juice, or Chibs. Jax wouldn’t trust anyone else with his baby sister. “Yay!” You jumped up into his arms. “And Jaxy?” You take his hands into yours with a pouty face. “Can I please get my own bike?” You looked up at him with a puppy dog face, just begging him to let you fit in a little bit with the guys. “That’s up to mom Y/N.” He shook his head at how ridiculous his sister was acting. You smiled, letting go of Jax’s hands before heading to the garage to get your helmet. Jax bought you one since you’ve been begging him to take you around so much. “Oh!” A lightbulb just went off in your head. “We should go visit the club!” You said with a grin and you picked up your helmet, turning around to face your brother. “If you say so.” Jax ruffles your hair before exiting the garage. That made you grumpy and you tried to fix your hair without a mirror. Jax just threw his leg over his bike laughing at how vain his sister is. God is she beautiful. He thought to himself, see his mother in her. Jax neglected to put his own helmet on, and Gemma Teller was on top of it. “You better put your helmet on boy.” She hollered at him from the from door as she leaned into the door jam. Jax shook his head smiling as he reached behind him to get him helmet. “I’m 30 mom, I think I got this.” He says with a shit eaten grin on his face as he strapped in on underneath his chin. Gemma went back inside, but not before blowing a kiss to her daughter. “Bye mom!” You yelled into the house. You walked over to Jax who was on his bike. You strapped your helmet on just as Jax started the bike, revving the engine. You throw your leg over the bike, feeling the vibrations go through your bones which gets your adrenaline pumping. You grab onto Jax’s leather kutte loosely, loving the freeing feeling. -Something happens at around 92 miles an hour - thunder-headers drown out all sound, engine vibrations travels at a heart’s rate, field of vision funnels into the immediate and suddenly you’re not on the road, you’re in it. A part of it. Traffic, scenery, cops - just cardboard cutouts blowing over as you past. Sometimes I forget the rush of that.- Jax pulled up to the club, backing into the first spot in the rows of bikes. You take your helmet off, leaping off the bike before Jax even turns it off. The boys just got back home from a very long run, to Las Vegas, and you missed all of your boy.! “Ope!” You beamed as you leaped into the big bears arms. He’s basically a second brother to you, and you loved him and his kids were amazing. “Hey there shorty.” Opie smiled. Jax stayed back, lighting up one of his cancer sticks that you hate. You wished that he would just stop smoking. You still want a brother in 20 years, but he can’t get that through his thick skull. You said your hellos to everyone else, having drinks with everyone catching up and laughing like you haven’t seen each other in 10 years. The last one was Juice, who you didn’t see in the clubhouse. He must be in his dorm. “I gotta go pee.” You blurt out before hopping off of the bar counter and down the long hallway that holds all the dorms. At the very end, you even have your own dorm. Because when it comes to lockdowns, you’re the first one to be brought here. The third door on the left. You repeat in your head. Being one of Jax’s watchdogs, Juice and you have become very, fond, of each other. Even though it breaks one of Jax’s forsaken rules, you’ve started to fall for Juicey. You give a light knock on the door before slowly opening it. “Juice?” Your voice is barely a whisper. You’re so nervous, and you can’t place why. “Hey, Y/N.” Juice greets you and he appears from the bathroom, a towel around his waist and hot water dripping all over his built chest. You close the door behind you, locking it. You rush over to Juice pressing your lips to his. Juice melts into the kiss, his hands resting on your waist. You press your forehead to his with a big smile spread across your face. He’s made you the happiest girl ever, even if your relationship is kept a secret, and Juice could tell. “I missed you baby.” He whispers before kissing your nose. “I missed you too Juicey.” You wrapped your arms around his neck. “What was your excuse this time?” He asks you looking into your eyes. You giggled thinking about it. “I just kinda.. Blurted out that I had to pee.” You giggled out. Juice started laughing at you. “You might be the most blunt girl I’ve ever met.” He says and kisses behind your ear which is your sweet spot. You bite your lip smiling. “I actually do have to pee, but then I should get back out there before someone starts getting suspicious.” You softly kiss his lips one more time before going into his bathroom shutting the door, sitting down on the toilet to pee. Once you finished doing your thing, washed your hands and walked out. Juice now had a pair of jeans on but no shirt. You make your way over to him, kissing his forehead. “You should go out first, then I’ll come out in a minute or two.” Juice gives you a big hug and a final kiss behind the ear. You nod, sighing. You honestly hate keeping this a secret. But you knew that if Jax found out that he would probably kill Juice. You looked down at his back chest, finger tracing over his tattoos before unlocking the door and walking back towards the boys. You sit down next to Chibs, laying your head on his shoulder. “You need to let yer brother know lass.” He says, with lots of consideration in his voice. You just nod, trying to get yourself back into the mood. You took one of the shots that was sitting on the table and down it, the alcohol burning your throats but you love it anyways. Juice comes out, with a plain black shirt on and his leather kutte lying on top. You don’t know how, but over time, Chibs eventually found out about your secret relationship with Juice, but you both knew he would never spill the beans about it, that was your job, not his. You all sat and drank, some of you playing pool, for a few hours before Jax cleared his throat to speak. “Well, as fun as this is I think I should be heading home. I need to tuck Abel in. And Wendy would hate me if I came home late again with nothing going on.” Jax stated, looking over to you. “I think I can get a ride home from one of the guys. Please? I miss them!” You begged and pleaded. Jax became father-like to you whenever Gemma wasn’t around, it didn’t matter if you were 26 fricking years old. “Alright I guess, don’t stay out too late.” He mumbled with one of those stupid cigarettes in his mouth. Tig and some of the other boys started laughing. “Boy, she has you whipped, wrapped around her little finger.” Happy grinned over at him with a whiskey in his hand. Jax flipped all of the boys off shaking his head. “Your helmet will be on Chibs’ bike.” Jax told you. You nod, giving him a sweet smile in thanks. Jax walked over to you, placing a kiss on your head before walking out toward the bikes. All you heard was the rumbling as he started it, before it faded into the distance. 6 hours later For the most part all the boys cleared out, either had to get back to their ol’ ladies or needed to sleep the alcohol off. It seemed that whenever you came to the club, drunkenness always followed. Ope was about to head out, he grabbed his kutte from the back of the chair he was sitting on. “Do you need a ride?” He asks you. You shake your head before placing it on the table. You were sleepy, and you thought about just crashing here. “I think I’m gonna stay here. I’m too drunk to move.” You groaned before letting out a cute, high pitched hiccup. Ope shook his head at you. “Alright, you should give Jax a call, he’d probably want to know.” Ope says before heading toward his pickup truck, starting it up and going home to Donna and his kids. Chibs sighed, crossing his arms as he looked at you. “Yer gonna stay here with Juice aren’t ye lass?” He raised his eyebrow at you. “I never get to spend time with him, and I’m wasted. My luck I’d fall off the back of a bike.” You giggle at the thought of that one. You’re a very clumsy being. You trip on flat ground, hit you elbow or hipbone or toe on furniture all the time, you walk in to walls. Not a good sight, and it gets even worse when you’re tipsy, and when you’re drunk that’s a whole other story. “If ye say so love. Just be careful, ye don’t want Jacky finding out on his own. Yew should be the one to tell him.” Chibs gives you yet another one of his lectures. You nod. “I’ll talk to Juice, maybe we’ll tell him tomorrow.” You looked down at your hands as you spun your thumbs around in circles. “Alright lass, I’m gonna head home. I probably have an impatient Jarry waiting on what’s taking me so long.” You both laughed at that. You got up, stumbling down the hall. “Juiceyy!” You whined, holding yourself up against the wall. You press you back against the wall as a mean of support as you take off your heeled boots. Juice steps out of his dorm, leaving his door open. “Hey, what’s up?” He asks rubbing his face with his hand. You clearly just either woke him up, or stopped him from trying to sleep. You extend your arms after you get your boots off trying to get him to bring you to his room. Juice walks up to you and picks you up. You immediately wrap your legs around his waist. He could smell the alcohol radiating off your skin but he didn’t care. This wasn’t the first time he got to spend the night with you, but it was the first time with you this drunk. “Hey, hey. Lay down babe.” He cooed in you ear as he laid you down before going back into the hall the grab your boots. He came back, setting your boots by the door. You unbuttoned your white jeans and tugged them off. Juice went into his drawer and pulled out one of his white SAMCRO shirts for you to sleep in. You tossed your jeans by your boots, or as close as you could get them before lifting up your turquoise crop top and tossing it by your jeans. You happily took the shirt from Juice and slipped it on. “Thank you.” You whispered looking up at Juice. He gently took your face into his large, calloused hands before kissing your lips. You kissed him back placing your hand right on top of his “son” and “shine” tattoos that are on his chest. Juice pulls back and looks into your eyes. “There’s no need to thank me Y/N, I’d do this for you any day. Now cmon, lets lay down” Juice pulls you back onto the bed so you’re laying down. You both get under the sheets before snuggling into each other. Juice didn’t want to take advantage of you tonight, you were too far gone. So he just cared for you and let you stay in his bed. Soon enough both of you drifted to sleep. The Next Morning The light shined into the room. You grunted as you sat up, your head pounding like a bitch. Blinking and looking around you realized you weren’t in Juice’s room, you were in your own. He must’ve carried you into the room this morning, he’s always been an early riser. Some knocks on your door and it makes you groan. “Come in.” You barely manage to get out. God you drank way too much last night. Jax walks in with his arms crossed, looking at you with a disappointing look on his face. You pull the comforter higher up to cover Juice’s shirt that you were planning on keeping hostage. “Mom said you didn’t come home last night. And you didn’t leave either of us a phone call, nuthin’.” Jax explains to you. You nod. “I stayed here. I figured I was way to drunk to sit on the back of a bike and I even have my own bed so why not?” You say looking down. “Hey, hey. I’m not mad darlin’. I just wish you left us a message. Mom was worried.” Jax rests his hand on your leg. You nod. “I was wayy too wasted for that Jaxy.” You giggled. He smiled laughing at the thought of the message you would have left either of them. “Alright, well I gotta take the boys to school. But I just wanted to stop in and check in on you.” Jax says patting your leg before exiting your room. You lay in your bed thinking to yourself. Maybe it’s time I move out and get settled in my own place, maybe even get a job. You gross yourself out at the thought of that, but you wanted to become more independent. You’re 26 still living with mom. But then again, your situation isn’t exactly the same situation as normal girls. You were the princess of the Sons of Anarchy Motorcycle Club for Christ sake. You sigh to yourself. You know you need to get out of bed eventually. You toss the covers off and walk over to your closet, rummaging through the clothes you have there. You pull on a pair of black activewear shorts and leave Juice’s shirt on. Peaking down the hall, you make sure the coast is clear before top-toeing down the hallway in case any of the prospects or the other guys are still in their dorms. The wooden flooring beneath you creaks, and you bolt. Going into Juice’s room. You know what door that was, Happy’s, and you know if he found out about you and Juice he would feel obligated to tell Jax. And you couldn’t have any of that today. Not unless you were the one to spill it. “Easy there tiger.” Juice laughed. You just sigh sprawling yourself out on his bed. Juice was wearing his boxers and nothing else, you caught him in the middle of changing. But you didn’t care, all you cared about was the conversation you needed to have with him. “So, I don’t know if you know. But Chibs somehow knows about us.” You started. You sat up, propping yourself up on your elbows. “We were talking last night. And it’s kind of fuzzy, but I still do remember a little bit. He thinks we should tell Jax.” You finished you sentence looking up at him. He puts his jeans on before sitting down next to you. “Is that what you want?” He asks. “And I mean you. Not Chibs. And not me. You.” He clarified. You looked over at him. “Yes. I don’t want this to be a secret anymore. It’s been going on for 4 years Juicey. I just want to be able to be in the same room as you and everyone else, not worrying about showing too much feeling towards you. I’m sick of the croweaters being all over you, And I don’t want someone else spilling the beans either, he’d disown me.” All you can do is choke up at the thought of that. “Don’t think like that baby. I’m perfectly fine with it.” He looked down at you, wrapping his arms around you pulling you against his chest. You kiss his jaw lightly before standing up. “Thank you babe.” You thanked him, running your hand over his freshly shaven mohawk. Juice gently pushed your head up and pressed his lips to yours. His kisses were so soft and sweet, it warmed your heart. You kissed him back, moving onto his lap and wrapping your arms around his neck, bringing yourself closer to him. You hear the roar of a single motorcycle from outside Juice’s window, Jax must be back. You hop of Juice’s lap. “I need to change my shirt so he doesn’t flip his shit right off the bat.” You smiled, blowing a kiss to Juice before rushing down the hallway into your room. You grab the closet thing you can find which happens to be a white tank top. It’ll have to do. You walk out of your dorm, down the long hallway into the clubhouse. Jax walks in just as you do. You look over at him before walking over to him. “Hey Jax, can I talk to you for a minute?” You ask him trying to mask just how scared you are. “Yeah of course you can sis, what’s up?” He drapes an arm around your shoulder as you walk back outside to sit on the picnic table. Your heart is racing, about to beat out of your chest. Jax sits down, his back facing the door to the clubhouse and you sit on the other side of him. You look behind Jax to see Juice, now fully clothed, leaning against the doorframe. Chibs comes behind him, patting him on the shoulder. “How’d you find out?” Juice asks him. “She’s always sneaking away while you’re gone. And it doesn’t take 20 minutes to take a piss last time I checked lad.” Chibs grinned chuckling at how stupid you two must think he is. “So, Jax. I don’t really know how to put this. I want to start off with please don’t get upset with me.” You start off, looking down at your hands. “For the past 4 years- I’ve been.. I’ve been kinda seeing Juice secretly. And, I really like him Jaxy..” You trail off, not knowing what else to say. Hesitantly, you look up into Jax’s eyes not knowing what to expect. Anger? Sadness? “I had one rule Y/N. Don’t date a patch.” Jax’s voice was barely a whisper. You nod, looking down again. You began to feel disappointed in yourself. “I’m sorry Jaxy. You just don’t understand..” You tried to explain. You couldn’t form the right words anymore. You were so close to breaking down right there. “What do you mean I don’t understand?!” He starts raising his voice. “Having someone watching you 24/7? Always having someone right there behind you. Shit I can’t even go to a store to get personal shit on my own Jackson! You would never understand that!” By the end of your sentence you were crying, the dam broke and you couldn’t handle it anymore. All that was left to do was walk away and let Jax take it all in. You slipped out from the picnic table and went to go back inside, but Jax grabbed your arm stopping you from doing so. “Don’t you understand? All I wanted to do was keep you safe! You know the risks that come with this shit.” He was still yelling at you, but not for the same reason anymore. Now, he was hurt. You could see the sadness in his pretty blue eyes. “I know you wanted to keep me safe Jaxy. But you have to let me be a big girl. I love Juice.” You looked over at Juice, who was in the same spot you saw him in last. He knew this was hard for you, but he also knew this had to happen. Jax let go of your arm and sighed pushing his hair back. “I need to ride and clear my head.” He says walking over to his bike. You go over to Juice and Chibs. “He probably hates me now.” You sighed out as you wiped your eyes of the tears. “I doubt he could ever hate ye lass.” Chibs rubs your shoulder, trying to let you know that he’s here for you. You just shrug, it’s been a really emotional day for you and it’s only noon. Well, now that your relationship with Juice is out in the open, you don’t have to hold back. And that feels great. Juice wraps his arms around you, hugging you. You hugged him back pressing your face into his chest. Tig walks in with a raised eyebrow looking over at you two and then Chibs, who took the hint and walked away. Tig leaned against the bar looking at the two lovebirds. “And what the hell did I miss?” He asks Chibs pointing over at you guys. “They’ve been together for years, they just broke the news to Jax who didn’t take it so well. I had to keep Juice from interfering. Y/N and Jax needed to yell it out which turned into riding it out and in Y/N’s case, cry it out.” Chibs explained to Tig. Tig nodded, understanding the situation. “I never want to leave your arms.” Your voice was muffled by Juices white shirt, which now was stained with tears. Juice guides you back down the hallway into his dorm, knowing you don’t want an audience to watch you have a breakdown. You sit on Juice’s bed, with your back pressed up against the headboard. “Do you want me to get you a change of clothes from your room babe?” He asks sitting in front of your curled up legs, rubbing your bare leg. You nod wiping your eyes of the tears. “Just get me a pair of grey sweatpants, and a set of bra and panties if you would.” You ask him sniffling. He nods before heading out of his dorm to head down to yours. You go through his top drawer and find your favourite long sleeve SAMCRO black shirt of his. It smelled like him, and you loved it. Juice comes back in with exactly what you asked for and his shirt that you tried, and obviously failed, to hide from him. You just want one shirt of his, but now that everything is out in the open he might not have an issue with it. “I think I’m gonna take a shower, if you don’t mind.” You put down the shirt of Juice’s on his desk chair. You walk into the bathroom, nudging the door shut with your foot which in turn meant it didn’t shut all the way. You start to strip, taking your tank and shorts off, followed by your bra and panties. You grab your kimono that you have behind the door and put it on tying it around your waist. Juice had always let you leave little things in his dorm. Like your kimono so you can take a bath or a shower, a toothbrush, a brush and shampoo and conditioner since he damn well doesn’t have any hair. Just small things. You turn the shower on, letting it warm up before you get in. Juice sneaks up behind you without any warning and puts his hands on your waist, which scares the shit out of you. You jump, turning around and smiling realizing it was the one and only. “Don’t do that!” You scold him and slap him shoulder. He laughs a little before kissing your lips. His arms go from around your waist to gripping your ass. Your bodies pressed so close together you can feel his bulge start to grow. He moves one hand up your back, his fingers leaving a trail up your spine before he settles on the back of your neck. He uses it to pull you into a deep kiss, biting your lower lip softly. You pull his shirt over his head and toss it out of the bathroom and you place kisses down his neck and chest before sinking to your knees. You undo his belt, and unzip his jeans tugging them down a little. You pull down his boxers and his member is proudly protruding in your face and lick the tip of his cock. You suck on the tip, teasing him with it. Looking up you see Juice biting his lip and throwing his head back. You take the base of his cock into your hand, pumping slowly. Taking in more of his dick is when he began to moan, putting a hand on the back of your head. You hollowed your cheeks as you took in more of him, with his hand holding you there. As you came up, you dragged your tongue along the underside of his cock, which always turns him on. “Fuck Y/N.” Juice was barely able to get that out. You went back down, taking his entire, very large, length into your mouth with hollowed cheeks and keeping it there with the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat .”Jesus Christ.” He moans louder. Juice can’t help but grab ahold of your hair, he does that when he’s close. That’s when he takes control. He begins to fuck your mouth, thrusting in at his own rhythm each time his tip hitting the back of your throat before his letting his hot seed shoot to the back of your throat. Juice slowly stopped, before pulling you up and kissing your lips. He untied your kimono, leaving it on the floor as he grabbed your boob. He took your other boob into his mouth, his tongue swirling around your nipple. You moaned loudly, grabbing the back of Juice’s neck. He pinched you nipple as he bit your other nipple, causing a gasp to escape from your lips. You took Juice’s face into your hands bringing him up and kissing his lips. “So how about that shower?” You ask Juice with a wink. He couldn’t get his pants the rest of the way off quicker. You get get into the shower first, letting the hot water wash over you. Juice gets in behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. He pushes your hair out of the way before kissing your shoulder. You put your hands on top of his, moving your head to the side for easier access. Juice turned you around, pressing your back against the cool tiles which makes you arch your back. He grabs his own dick, pumping himself a few times before lifting one of your legs with his free hand and slowly inserting himself into you. Juice starts a slow and steady pace, stretching and filling you perfectly. You grab him face and give him a sloppy kiss, which make him increase him speed. You moan against his lips, biting down on his lower lip and tugging. “You’re so tight baby.” He moaned into your ear. You dug you nails into his shoulder blades in pleasure as you ached your back, pressing your chest closer to his as the hot water flowed between the two of your bodies. Juice groaned as his thrusts became faster. You dragged your nails down his back, leaving red scratches all over. His hands grabbed your waist as he brought you down one last time, both of you reaching your climax. Juice comes inside you, his pace slowing down but not stopping as he helps you ride out your orgasm. He presses a soft kiss to your lips, so warm and gentle. “I love you Juicey.” You mumble against his lips. A big, goofy smile spreads across his face. “I love you too Y/N.” He whispers. Juice pulls himself out of you, letting your leg fall back down to the bottom of the shower. The hot water continues to run over you both. Juice grabs the body wash and starts to bathe you, letting the suds form around your whole body. He takes his sweet time, enjoying every part of this. You grab your shampoo and wash your own hair as Juice caresses your breasts. You take what’s left of the shampoo on your hands and rub it through Juice’s mohawk. You finish up bathing each other before getting out, wrapping yourselves in towels heading back into the room. Drying yourself off, you slip into your panties that Juice brought, which are his favourite pink lace ones with the matching pink lace bra to match it. Juice sits on the bed with his black boxer briefs on watching you get dressed. You slipped on his shirt before going over to him, straddling his waist. You give him a sweet tender kiss on the lips before you’re rudely interrupted by a knock on the door. “Jax is back.” Tig gave you both a heads up just before you could hear his boots walking off in the distance. You toss your head back grunting. “My brother has to ruin everything.” You say sliding off of Juice’s lap getting your sweats on. “He’s just being protective of you, and I can understand why.” Juice says from behind you as he gets his jeans and boots on before putting on a fresh new white shirt. Your subconscious was telling you that you shouldn’t wear this shirt, that it would upset Jax, but you didn’t care. It gave you comfort. After you were both dressed, you lead the way down the hall to see a still rather pissed Jax standing there with his arms crossed, waiting for you. Everyone cleared out, except for Chibs who sat at on a bar stool. And you stand in front of Jax with Juice behind you waiting for whatever is going to happen. “I understand that you have feelings for each other. But, I just can’t handle my baby sister dating one of the patches.” They’re my brothers Y/N. Jax explained to you with a raspy voice. “I’m not a baby Jackson! I’m 26 years old, I think I can make my own choices, and Juice is my choice. Take it or leave it.” You barely stood your ground, your voice had a slight quiver to it. But you didn’t cry. “I’m gonna leave it then. For now at least. I can’t handle it but I’m not gonna make you two break up because of it.” Jax turned around and walked back out. Chibs got down and followed him out and you could tell he was upset with Jax. You turn to Juice, truly saddened by everything that went down today. “It’s gonna be okay baby.” Juice stepped forward taking him into your arms. Chibs jogged over to Jax, who was sitting on his bike smoking a cigarette. “So what? Yer just gonna disown yer own sister? She’s in dere heartbroken because of ye.” The scot scolded Jax for his behavior today. “She’ll survive. She’s just like her mother. And she brought this on herself.” Jax spat taking a drag of his cigarette, the smoke filling his lungs. Chibs wanted to smack him for that. “Ye know son, keep talkin’ like that and yer gonna get yerself a beating one of these days.” Chibs finished before walking away towards T.M. Jax didn’t know what to do anymore. He should’ve known this was going to happen, but he was oblivious to the fact. Juice sat on the roof with your head in his lap, your body stretched across the couch. “I don’t know what I’m going to do anymore Juicey.” You sniffled. You hadn’t been crying in a little bit, but you always had the sniffles after you cried. “Come stay at my apartment. Get away from Jax and Gemma for a little bit.” Juice suggested as he stroked his long fingers through your hair. You shifted your body so you were now laying on your back and looked up at Juice. “Really?” You asked him. He nodded. “You’re always welcome at my place Y/N, you know that. You need a break from family for a little bit. I can see it in your eyes.” Juice told you. He was amazing. You sat up and kissed his lips and he kissed you back. He pulled away and stood up offering his hand out to you. You take it and let Juice pull you up. You both walk over to the latter that leads back down to the hallway. Juice went down first and then you followed after him. Juice got a nice look at your ass as you carefully climbed down. As you walked down the hall he slapped your ass, which you turned around and gave him a glare for. “Babe, do you have a bag that I can pack stuff in? I don’t have anything here and I don’t wanna go to moms house. She asks too many questions.” You asked Juice as you both walked into your room. “Yeah, I have my backpack that we use for runs. I’ll go grab it for you.” Juice offered, grinning from cheek to cheek. You’ve never stayed at his place, yeah you’ve hung out there with him but you’ve never spent the night there before. This was a big leap for you two, and you were as happy as you could be about it. Rummaging through your clothes, grabbing only the bare necessities knowing you could come back for more. Juice walked in, with the black backpack that had the Sons patch right on top in hand. “This should do.” He tosses it on your bed before sitting on the edge. You finish packing, putting a pair of black sneakers on. “I’m ready Juicey.” You smiled and pressed a kiss to his lips. Both of you head out, walking down the hallway. Juice lead, with you following but your hands laced together. You had Juice’s backpack on your back, which caught some glances. “What was Y/N doing with a Juice’s backpack on her back?” Was the thought going through everyone’s heads. But some knew. They heard everything that went down today, it’s kind of hard not to when two siblings are screaming in each other’s faces. You both ignored the stares and the whispers. Your secret was out, and you didn’t want to waste any more time hiding your love for your Juicey. You did catch one particular persons eye. Jax, who still sat on his bike pissed at the whole situation. And now what? Juice was taking his sister to live with him now too? That angered Jax even more, as he took a final drag of his cigarette. He threw it on the ground, crushing it with his foot. “I’ll go get your helmet off of Chibs’ bike. Just go wait by my bike.” Juice nods over to his Harley before walking over to the bike that just had to be next to Jax’s. “If you hurt my sister I swear to god-“ Jax had full blown anger in his voice, but was cut off by Juice. “Looks like you’ve already hurt her enough.” Juice told him, looking dead into his eyes. Jax curled his hands up into fists, snarling, before reaching up and knocking Juice in the face sending him back a couple feet. You drop the backpack next to Juice’s bike before running over to Juice, as Jax just punched a second time. Juice socked Jax in the face right as you got there. You stood between them, trying to keep them from ripping each others heads off. Tig and Happy came rushing over to see what the commotion was, noticing a bloody Jax and Juice. “Enough both of you!” You snapped. They looked at you with disbelief. You shook your head in disgust at your brother, whose hair was a mess. Grabbing Juice’s arm you yanked him away from the group of guys and back to his bike leaving Jax to get cleaned up by Chibs most likely. “Will you be okay to ride?” You ask him sighing at how childish he was acting. “I’m fine baby.” He smiled looking down. He had a cut on his eyebrow and one on his lip. He was most likely going to have a black eye. “Okay sweetheart, I’ll clean you up when we get to your place.” You whisper placing a kiss on his nose lightly careful not to hurt him. Juice got on his bike, starting it up. You put his backpack on your back, and grabbed your helmet, latching it on tightly under your chin. You throw your leg over the bike, wrapping your arms around his waist and pressing your head to his back as he pulled out. The roar of the bike filled your ears, as Juice drove away. *** Juice pulled up to his apartment, the rumble of his bike softening and he kicked out the kickstand letting his bike stand up on his own. You got off the bike and unstrapped the helmet still letting it sit on your head. Juice also got off and grabbed the keys of his bike which also had his house keys on it You both walked up the stairs before getting to his apartment. “Home sweet home.” He smiled before opening the door. You set your helmet on the table and the backpack right next to the door. “Lets go get you cleaned up.” You tell him, looking up at his face which had blood running down it. Grabbing his arm, you dragged Juice into the bathroom. “Sit.” You command. “Love a girl who can take control.” He mused with a grin spread across his face as he sat on the toilet seat. You rolled your eyes at the comment. You went back into the hallway of his apartment and into the small closet to grab a rag. Going back into the bathroom you wet the rag begin to lightly dab the blood off of his face. When is he going to stop getting beat up? Is all you thought yourself as you cleaned up your beaten boyfriend. The head wound now has a bandaid on it, which is good enough, and there wasn’t anything you could really do for the cut on the lip. So you just lightly kiss it better. “Do you want something to eat?” He asks you, changing the subject off of him and onto you, nothing new for him. “I’m not really that hungry, do you wanna play video games?” You offered as an exchange. He smiled standing up as both of you walked out of the room and over to the couch. You were a girl of his own heart. Juice turned on his PlayStation and put in Mortal Kombat for you two to play before walking back to the couch and sitting. You loved playing with Juice, you both were very competitive with your video games. The princess never liked to lose, and Juice didn’t believe in letting people win. Juice had one leg on the couch with the other on the ground, bent sitting comfortably. You sat down in front of him with your legs crossed and your back pressed to his chest. This is how you two always sat while playing video games, until one of you were on a winning streak and the other thought you were cheating so they moved to the floor. After hours of kicking each other’s asses, with you both having small winning steaks, you yawned loudly starting to get tired. You paused your current match and turned your body around so you were facing Juice. “I’m tired, can we watch movie or something?” You asked resting your head on his shoulder.”Of course baby.” He kissed your cheek before slipping out from underneath your body to go glance at the movies. “What movie do you wanna watch?” Juice asks you. You didn’t even have to think twice about it. “Star Wars!” You giggled reaching in front of you to get a sip of water. He smiles to himself as he puts the new Star Wars movie into the DVD player. Juice walks back to the couch. “God I love you.” He said with a smile reaching his eyes. “I know.” You said back. It was a cheesy quote, but you knew Juice would love it, and he did. He bent down and gave you a kiss on the lips. You get up, letting Juice spread out on the couch so you can lay on top of him. The movie started and both of your eyes glued to the screen. You both were huge nerds, something you had in common. Jax always made fun of you for it growing up. As the movie went on, you found it hard to keep your eyes open, your eyelids feeling heavy. You finally stop fighting it and close your eyes, snuggling closer into Juice’s side.Juice had his arm around your waist, rubbing small circles into your lower back. He grabbed the remote and turned the movie off. Carefully, he picked you up and you instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist as he carried you to his bedroom. “Y/N, baby. Let go and lay down sweetheart.” He cooed in your ear. He gently lowered you onto his queen sized bed. You took your sweats off, tossing them by the wall and took your shirt off doing the same. Juice took his pants and shirt off, leaving both of you in your underwear. You got under the covers, you might have struggled being half asleep but you managed, and Juice did the same He spooned you, wrapping his arm around your waist pulling you as close as possible to him. You shoved your cold feet in between his legs, startling him slightly but he let you keep them there. Eventually, you both slowly drifted off to sleep. Your eyes flutter open at the sound of birds chirping outside of the window. Juice’s arm is still locked around your waist, with his warm breaths on the back of your neck. You turn around so your facing him, his eyes still closed. “It’s rude to stare yknow.” Juice mumbles, his voice heavy from sleep. You smile and placing a kiss on his nose. “How’s your head?” You question quietly, gently grazing your finger over the bandaid on his eyebrow. A light shade of purple started forming under Juice’s left eye. You sigh typo your spelt in disbelief. Why did they have to fight? You thought to yourself “It hurts, but I’ll be okay baby.” He reassures you, placing a kiss to your forehead. “Do you want me to make breakfast?” You ask him looking up into his eyes. “That’d be great babe.” He agreed and slid out of the covers. You take in his body, like you do every time you see him with his shirt and pants off. You bite your bite smiling as you watch him get dressed. “Enjoying the show?” He walked over to your side of the bed and leaned over you, kissing your lips. “You bet I am Juicey.” You grin as you get out of bed yourself. Juice playfully slaps your ass as you walk by him. You turn around and blow him a kiss before walking out, heading towards the kitchen, not bothering to get dressed. Juice knew what you were playing at. He knew you were trying to drive him nuts walking around in only a lace bra and matching thong. And god was it working. He followed you out of the room and into the kitchen sitting down at the dining table to observe you as you cooked. You went into the fridge to see what you had to deal with. Juice kept a fully packed fridge, full of healthy and fresh food. Everything in his house was spotless, all organized perfectly. Juice’s phone rigging from the coffee table takes his attention away from you, and sends a wave of confusion over you. Juice walks into the living room grabbing his burner phone. “Hello?—“ He asks. The answer he got caused him to furrow his brows. “Hang on.—“ You can hear the seriousness in his voice and it worries you. Juice walks into back into the bedroom and grabs his kutte, coming back out and stepping outside to have the conversation in peace. You begin to hyperventilate at the thoughts running through your mind. Did something happen to Jax? Or your mom? Or Abel? You try and shake the thoughts out of your head as you walk into the bedroom grabbing one of Juice’s shirts. Putting it on, you take a inhale deeply into the soft fabric. It may not be him, but it always stopped a panic attack in its steps. “Alright.— I’ll get us there as soon as possible.—“ Juice’s voice came back into the house as you heard the door close behind him. With the click of his phone, footsteps came towards the room. You turned to him waiting to see what he has to say. “What’s going on Juan? Who was that?” You start to panic. He walks over to you, making shushing sounds as he takes your hands into his. “Shh, babe calm down.” He runs a hand through your hair. He knows your triggers, you have always had issues with anxiety. After you two got together though, his OCD tamed down and your anxiety did the same. But you still had your flair ups, like you were having right now. “The clubs in some deep shit with the Irish. We’re going on lockdown. That was Tig on the phone and Jax told him that he wants you there right now. He’s pissed about a bunch of shit right now.” Juice finally explained to you what was happening. Juice wrapped his arms around you, seeing that everything he just said made everything worse for you. “We shouldn’t have told Jax, this probably just made stuff worse for him.” You mumbled. You were feeling so weak right now. If your mother saw you, she would be disappointed. She raised you better than to cry at everything that came your way. “It’s gonna be okay babe. Everything is gonna be okay.” Juice whispered, his words covered in love and kindness. He slowly slid down onto the floor bringing you down with him. He pressed your back to his chest, with you sitting in-between his legs. His arms were tightly wrapped around you as you brought your legs up to your chest. This is how you got your anxiety to pass, and it almost always worked. Your breathing started to regulate after what felt like hours of being curled in a ball hyperventilating, and your heart rate slowed to its regular pace too. “You okay now baby?” Juice place a soft kiss on the back of your neck. You nod getting up and taking one last deep breath. “Do you think it’s gonna be a long lockdown? I don’t know how long I can take of an enclosed space with my mother.” You offer Juice a hand to help him up, trying to be kind even though you both know if you really had to do that he’d pull you down before you’d pull him up. He takes it, and pushes himself up while using your hand to pull you into a hug. “It’ll be okay Y/N, you’re always able to get through it. You sigh in defeat, nodding as you pack up what small bag you had. “You might want to get some pants on though, everyone is gonna be at the clubhouse.” Juice winks at you. You just roll your eyes. Yeah like I’m gonna go there like this. You thought. You pulled out a pair of black jean shorts, putting them on and putting the backpack on your back. “Let’s go back to see the wrath of my brother.” You grumbled as you walked out of the house, both of you hand in hand. Juice pulled up to the clubhouse and the prospects had to open the gates. Slowly pulling in, you see the loved ones of all the bikers gathering in and around the club. He parks his Dyna and you get off, placing your helmet on the back of the bike. You see Jax leaning against your mom’s office door, smoking a cigarette. Should I go over there or wait for him to come to me? You were repeating your options in your head. Juice snakes an arm around your waist which brings you out of thought. “They’re probably going to be calling us to church soon.” He warns you as you both walk up to the crowd of people. “I know.” You say placing a kiss to his cheek. Before walking off to say hi to the old ladies that you’re going to be stuck with for who knows how long. Juice and yourself parted ways as Juice went to go talk with Chibs and Bobby about club stuff most likely. You did however catch the eye of Gemma who came over to you, bumping into people along the way. “And where the hell have you been, sweetheart?” Your mother demands, crossing her arms and tapping her foot. You give her a grunt at her actions. “Didn’t Jax tell you?” You answered her question with another question. She just shook her head and grabbed your arm pulling you outside of the club so you could have a private conversation. “Tell me what?” She raised her eyebrow at you. You sighed. Of course he didn’t tell her, you had to. “I was with Juice.. At his place.” Your voice trailed off as your rubbed your arm uncomfortably. How was she going to take it? Was she going to be like Jax? Or was she going to be like Chibs? A grin spread across her face. “So you two finally came out, huh?” She said smugly. You let out an uneasy laugh, it seemed almost awkward. “Y-yeah. Jax didn’t take it so well.” You stammered over your words. “Of course he didn’t baby, you gotta give him some time. You press him too hard and you both will end up more hurt than where you started.” You nodded at her response before giving her a kiss on the cheek. You walked back into the club to see the boys make their way into church. Juice looks over his shoulder at you and you give him a wink before going to see where your little nephew got into. You see Wendy sitting at the table with Abel on her lap coloring in his superhero coloring book. You sit down across from them with a smile on your face. “Hey there little man, whatcha doin’?” You ask him as you peer over his crayon. “Just coloring, why were you with Juice Aunty?” He asks you as he switches out colours. Your smile widened at his question. You loved Abel to death, you were there when he was born and you helped her get clean after that. You even helped the two stay together. Not only for Abel, but because you knew how much they loved each other. You were both of their sound boards when they had a thought day, and they’d talk about each other nonstop but refused to say it to the other’s face. So you made them, and look where that got them? The two of them a happy family with Abel. “He’s Aunty’s boyfriend.” You looked down at Juice’s shirt as you said that. It’s the first time you’ve called him your boyfriend out loud, and you loved it. Wendy looked at you with happiness across her face and in her face. “So Y/N finally found someone.” She giggles out. You couldn’t help but laugh with her. She was happy for you because she knew how much of a pain your brother was, how he scared off anyone you dated growing up. Hell, he even got Ope and Happy to join in sometimes. “I did. And I’m gonna go grab a beer, do you want one?” You offered her as you stood up. “Sure hun.” Wendy ran her hands through her sons hair as she answered you. You nodded as you walked over to the bar. Phil the prospect was standing behind the bar serving the drinks out to the old ladies that had to stay here for the next few days or weeks. “Hey there Phil,” you start with a smile. “Two beers please love.” You asked him as you took a seat in the booth. Phil was one of the prospects that they called in when they made Half-Sack a full-patch. He gave a short nod before going into the fridge behind him, and handing you two cold beers that are already opened. He never did talk much, he still was shy even though he’s been a prospect for almost a year, so you always tried to be as sweet as can be with him. “Thank you.” You thanked him before walking back over to Wendy and handing her a beer. You both took a sip out of your beer before all of the guys walked out of church with Jax proudly leading the pack. “Alright everyone. We’re sorry to inconvenience you, but if you’re here you probably know why. You’re important friends and family to the club and we don’t want you getting hurt.” Jax explained to everyone in the clubhouse, he says the spiel every time we go on lockdown. “Bad stuff is going down right now, and we have a target on all of our backs. So we ask you to be patient while we sort this out, but we don’t know how long this will take.” He finished before walking off to do god knows what before the club goes out to risk their lives. 5 hours later This was always the hardest part of lockdowns for you. When the boys, who you considered either brothers, best friends, or father figures, went out to do who the hell knows what, killing who knows how many people, for who knows how long. Within the past for years on lockdowns you only got to say goodbye to Jax and the rest, maybe a vague goodbye to Juice and every time it killed you. What if he got killed? And you didn’t get to give him a kiss goodbye. Just a good luck and a pat on the back. You two were extra cautious, never wanting to show too much emotion. Your anxiety always skyrocketed when your boys left. You often ended up locking yourself up in your room with a bottle or two of booze waiting for them to get back to you safely. You were in Juice’s room, strapping on his bulletproof vest with your heart about to beat out of your chest. “Promise me you’ll be safe, I can’t lose you.” You mumble as you strap the last piece of velcro to the vest. Juice turns around and takes your face into his hands. “I promise baby.” He places a kiss on your lips. You kissed him back and placed your hands on top of his vest. “I love you.” He whispers against your lips. “I love you too.” You place another light kiss to his lips. A loud knock on the door interrupts the two of you, starling you at the same time. “Alright lovebirds, hope you have your clothes on.” Tig jokes as he opens the door with his hand dramatically covering his eyes. “You’re all good Tiggy.” You laugh. “Well sorry to take your boyfriend away from you doll, but the guys are going to start heading out.” Tig says. You give Juice one last hug, before going over to Tig and hugging him. “C’mon babe, let’s get you back home as soon as possible.” You beckon for Juice putting your hand out for him. He takes it interlacing his fingers as he leads the way out into the clubhouse. You see all of the guys saying there goodbyes, before your eyes land on the one you were looking for. Jax. Who is saying goodbye to Abel and Wendy You slowly make your way over there, hugging everyone goodbye as you get over there. You finally reach him. “Hey, can I talk to you?” You ask Jax. He places a kiss on Abel’s head before stepping aside with you. “Look, I’m sorry for everything that happened yesterday. But can we put both of our thick skulls aside for a moment so I can make sure you don’t run off and get yourself killed because of everything that’s going on. I love you Jaxy.” You wrap your arms around his neck bringing him down for a hug. Jax gripped you tight and you couldn’t help but smile. “I couldn’t have said it better. I love you too Princess.” He whispers in your ear. Juice and Gemma stand across the room watching the two siblings make up. “If you hurt my daughter I’ll cut you. But I don’t think I have to worry about that, you two seem to make each other very happy.” Gemma warned Juice. He nodded, looking down at his feet with a smile. Gemma didn’t know just how happy Y/N made him. She quieted the voices in his head. Her smile made him forget about a stressful day at the club. Her hug made him feel like he wasn’t alone anymore. She made him feel like he was worth something. And he loved her with everything he had. She is what made him get through these life-threatening situations, she made him want to survive. He saw a future with her, finally someone wasn’t going to leave because he’s too clingy. She loved how clingy he was. “I promise to love her with everything I have Gem, trust me.” Juice said before he was distracted from the conversation. Jax was calling the guys to their Harley’s, to go put an end to the Irish threats. You gave Jax a final kiss on the cheek before shooing him off. All of the guys parted from their Ol’ ladies or their kids and walked out of the club. You, Gemma, Wendy, and Lyla were all standing right outside the club blowing a kiss to whichever biker had their heart. In your case, you had two. A brother and a boyfriend. It was nearly 4 in the morning when the boys got back. Juice quietly opened the door to his dorm, not knowing if you crashed in here or in your own room. As he walked in, he saw you on his side of the bed, hugging his pillow. He also spotted bottles in front of the bed, from wine to beer to whiskey, you drank when you got worried. Juice got undressed as quietly as possible, leaving himself only in his boxers as he got into bed. Even though you were on his side, he made do. He pulled the comforter over himself and wrapped an arm around your waist pulling you closer.         

#juice #juice ortiz #juice x reader #soa #sons of anarchy

[youngwildandpogue]

Broke you

Word count: 2525

Pairing: John B x Reader  

Warnings: Talk of Cheating. 

Author’s note: There will probably be a part two coming. 

I think that if you really care about someone, you truly wants what is best for them, you smile when they laugh, celebrate their wins and suffer together though their losses. You adore the moments that you share and give them space to be free but wanting what is best for another person is accepting that your paths are no longer intertwined. It’s not to say the moments you had aren’t real, but rather coming to terms with the inevitable truth that sometimes showing someone how much you love them means letting them go.

-the better man project

 4 years prior

 “I love you” you whispered as you kissed him for one last time then wiping the tears from his eyes. “Y/n I’ll be here waiting until you get back.” You smile hoping that he’s being honest, but you could never ask him to do that “please don’t, you deserve to find someone” you spoke slowly breaking your own heart. You knew that you could never find anyone that could compare to John B. No one could ever have a space in your heart as big as he did but you both knew you had to do this. It was the last thing you promised your mom before she passed, and John understood that better than anyone. She knew that you’d have to leave the island that you called home for as long as you had known eventually. To kook it up pogue style one day

“I love you more” was the last words that he spoke to you.

 Present

The ferry whistled as the salt breeze welcomed you back home one last time. You exited the ferry and walked back to your childhood home a few blocks away. You smiled at everything that had changed since you left. The cut still the same old cut. As you approached the small shack you called home memories began flooding you.

“Hey that’s private property get out of there” a deep voice yelled from the road. You quickly turn around to identify who’s voice it is. “Y/n is that you?” You squinted to get a better look “Pope?” You chuckle and drop your bags and run to your once friend. How he’s aged since the last time you spoke.  “How long have you been back?” He asked after a long overdue hug. “I just got in actually” you replied. “The gang is going to flip that you’re back” he laughed “don’t tell them just yet I want to make it a surprise” he nodded in understanding. “We’re going to John B’s later for a little get together If you want to stop by” you bit your lip and nodded. “See you later Pope” you wave and pick up your bags and head into the small home. You look around taking in everything from your past. Things haven’t changed since you left. It was a lot cleaner than you expected since JJ was living here after you moved. You figured that beer bottles would litter every surface. You slowly make your way to the old bedroom that you spent so many hours inhabiting as a child. You drop your bags on the bed and pause taking in everything slowly.

 You made you way slowly to the chateau to greet your friends. People sprinkled the yard with solo cups enjoying the presence of each other. You made walked into the house slowly realizing that nothing has changed since you left. A small smile appears on your face remembering the memories that were made in the house. Your fingers traced the surfaces as you walked by. You made your way to the kitchen to get a drink “ope sorry” you muttered as you accident bump into someone. Blonde locks turn quickly before you realize it was Sarah Cameron “oh no you are totally fine” she smiled back. You grab a cup if whatever punch was made and head back outside to find your friends. What is a kook doing at the cut? The chateau of all places?

You spot kie first from the hammocks swinging. Another smile appeared on your face as you walked towards the girl. “Kie?” You say quietly. She looked back to try and identify the new voice. The second that she realized it was you she screamed your name and embraced you in a hug. You were glad to be back home. “How was California? Everything that you imagined?” She asked referencing meeting your dad for the first time and getting to know him. “Eh it was okay” You smiled knowing that you had the time of your life experiencing the west coast for the first time You asked her how school went and if she had landed a job. She shrugged saying that she was still working on her master’s in environmental conservation.

“Have you seen the others?” You asked looking around for the two that you have yet to see. “JJ and John B are around the fire I think” She pointed to the furthest part of the yard where the two boys stood. You said your goodbyes and walked towards the boys. You wrapped your hands around the blonde boys’ eyes “Who is it” You giggled. His hands moved to yours and moved them away and then turning to greet you. “Y/N? God damn” He laughed and then picked you up and spun you around and gently placing you back on the ground. “I can’t tell you how happy I am to see you” he stated, and you nodded. He was the brother that you never had. “I went home, and you weren’t there” You asked wanting to know what he was up to these days. “Yeah sorry I’ve had to work open to close today” He shot John B a look, but he didn’t notice. He was in his own world talking with another group of people.

“Does he know that you are back?” He asked concerned looking between the pair. “No not yet” You shook your head no. This was it, now or never. “Hello Everyone, can we get your attention” Sarah Camron yelled from the stairs of the Chateau. John B was now to her side. “You guys are all probably wondering why we called you here today” She giggled. You felt your stomach start to churn uncomfortably. “We would like to announce that at the end of the summer I will be Mrs. Routledge” She exclaimed and smiled everyone around you started cheering as the couple kissed. You started clapping to fit in to the crowd. JJ looked over at you to make sure that you were okay. He bumped his shoulder to yours letting you know that he was here for you.  After the announcement you decided that it was best for you to leave and pretend that you weren’t here. You slowly walked out of the chateau for the last time and walked back home.

 “So where do you work now?” You asked JJ as he was kitchen making something for dinner. “Bird’s fishing and tackle over off of Leer road” You nodded. “Is it new? I don’t think that I’ve heard of it. “Yeah Kinda sorta, it’s been there a few years ago. It replaced Old Man James when he retired” It finally clicked where it was located. “That’s pretty cool! Do you like it?”   “Yeah it’s pretty great” he smiled thing about their new adventure.

 “Hey pope what are you doing here?” You asked as you walked into bird’s fishing and tackle. “I run the store here” you accept the answer and look around at the small store. It hasn’t changed much since the new owners had taken over. “Is JJ here?” It’s been a month since you’ve been back and you’ve been able to avoid the two love birds luckily. Not that you were mad that he didn’t wait for you, how could you ask someone to wait for you? Especially when one year turned into four? “Yeah he should be coming in soon you can hang out at then dock out back if you want” you nodded and thanked him as you made you way out back.

You saw the HMS pogue docked and you smiled remembering the summer nights on the water.

“We’re closed some back tomorrow” a deep voice called. You stiffened as you realized who’s voice it was. “Okay thanks anyway” you attempted to abort mission and wait until JJ returned home. “Y/n? Is that you?” The brown-haired boy asked jumping off the boat and walking over to you. “John b? What are you doing here?” You asked trying to play it off like you didn’t see him when you walked out here. “This is my shop?” He laughed and walked closer. “You own bird’s?” He nods yes “That makes sense why Pope and JJ work here then” you laugh. “When did you get back in town?” He asked running a hand though his hair. I could tell he was just as uncomfortable as I was. “Uhm I think it was last month or so?” You stumbled across your words. “A  month? You’ve been in town for a month and you didn’t stop by to say anything? To see me? To catch up?” Frustration building in his voice. “I stopped by the night you announced your engagement actually.. congratulations by the way” You rock back and forth on your heels. “I would have saw you? Everyone would have saw you if you stopped by?” He questioned. “Yup I saw seen everyone and I’ve been staying at home” you were silently thanking everyone for not telling him you were back. “Uh were about to close up would you want to grab a smoothie heor something?” He griped the back of his neck nervously. He was a lot older than the last time I saw him. 21 doing him Justice. “Rain check maybe?”  you asked and he shrugged. “It’s good to see you y/n” you too you muttered back and walk back into the tackle shack and back home.

 You got home and switched on the TV for some kind of noise to down out the noise going on inside of your head. You could handle him being happy when you didn’t have to see him. “Tropical Kate is rolling in everyone needs to take precautions and expect winds 70-80 miles per hour. You sighed and turned the television off. You picked up your phone to ring JJ for the fourth time today but it goes straight to voicemail. You make your way to the basement to grab the boards and a hammer to board the windows to avoid more damage.

 You settled on the couch and checked your phone again, still no word from JJ. They were probably weatherizing the store. You could hear the heavy wind and rain whip the side of the house. You hear a small knock on the door. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion as to why anyone would be at the door. “Can I come in?” The boy stood in front of the door. “Of course” you opened the storm door and welcomed John B into the house. “Let me grab some towels” You walked to the bathroom and grabbed a towel and to your bedroom to grab a blanket for him. “Here” You hand him both and he thanked you. “What are you doing here?” You asked concerned. “Rain check? Literally” He laughed. “Smooth” you smiled. “Is JJ okay?” You asked about your newfound roommate. “Yeah I sent him to the chateau to check on everything” A moment of silent fell on us, this uncharted territory we were crossing. “Are you going to be in town a while?” He asked. “Yeah, I was thinking about opening that sandwich shop that we always talked about” You smiled realizing that he finally got his dream. “That would be cool” the conversation died down. “A kook huh?” You laughed remembering the rule that the group created. Rule #1 no pogue on pogue and Rule #2 no pogue on kook. “She’s great and she’s a new found pogue actually” He giggled feeling proud of himself. “Is that so John booker? Did you initiate her yourself?” You challenged him. The kettle whistled from the stove. You made you way over to the kitchen and poured it into two cups for you both. “I did actually, some shit went down after you left and she was there, she gave up the kook life” “I’m sorry” You apologized. It was wrong of you to think down upon the one person that repaired all of the damage that you caused. “What about you? Did you bring anyone back with you?” You shook your head no “Nope just me” You took a small sip of tea. “So how was California?” He asked, he’s never been out of the sate of North Carolina. “It was nice but it wasn’t home.” “Did you meet anyone?” He asked again. “Nope, You were the one for me” You immediately regret saying that as soon as it left your mouth. “I’m glad you listened and found someone. You are an amazing guy” You smiled. “I hope the same for you, you  deserve the world” The power flickered before finally just going out due to the storm. You yelped at the cracking of thunder outside. “You would think that after living on the coast for 18 years of your life you’d be use to the storms” He nudged you. “Yeah something like that” He felt you quiver from the chill of the storm. “Here get under the blanket He opened up half. You hesitated before finally giving in and feeling the warmth of his skin. His arm wrapped around your shoulder and pulled you closer to his chest. You knew that this wasn’t okay, but you didn’t want to think about it anymore. You guys both just set there enjoying the closeness one last time. “She’s no you, you know” He whispered softly. “Maybe but I’m not that person either anymore” So much time has passed since you two saw each other last, you had secretly wished that things would just pick up where you left off like nothing ever happened. “I know, neither am I but you were still home, you still are my home” He stated rambling. “JB, please do not go down this rabbit hole, it won’t do either of any good and you have Sarah Cameron waiting at home for you” You clenched your eyes shut. “Yeah you’re probably right” he whispered as he planted a kiss on your forehead. Tears brimmed your eyes. “So do I get an invitation to the wedding?” You asked, you didn’t want to go but you wanted his mind back on his fiancé. “If you want one” He stated not wanting to talk about. “I missed you, a lot” He turned to look at you. “ Yeah I missed you too”  

“If you asked, I’d leave her and wouldn’t think twice” You hear in the dark room.

“That’s the problem, She fixed you when I broke you, how could we do that to her?” The room fell silence again.

#obx #obx x reader #obx netflix #obx john b #john booker routledge #john b #outerbanks netflix #outer banks #outerbanks #pope obx #kie #jj outer banks

[ontheoddoccasioniwritestuff]

Goodnight, Aaron (Aaron Hotchner x OC) Chapter 5

Summary: After being grilled about his ex-girlfriend on what is meant to be a fun birthday outing, Sebastian gets some new information dropped on him by a worn-out Jack.

AN: Sorry I haven't posted in a while! Been a bit busy with job and family stuff. Hope you enjoy this chapter. This chapter is mostly unedited sorry!

Tagging: @sunlight-moonrise, @clean-bands-dirty-stories, @genevievedarcygranger, and @davidrossi-ismydad

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“They asked you to coach?”

Sebastian watched Jack run off to warm up with his team, then he turned back to Hotch who clicked the car keys to lock, “Do they know what you do for a living? And they’ve asked you to coach before? Mental.”

Hotch let out a chuckle at how utterly ridiculous Sebastian made it sound. And, truth be told, it was “mental” that Hotch was still coaching his son and their team when he still had to wrangle together his own team back at the BAU.

Sebastian adjusted his bag strap, “You need to learn to say ‘no’ to some people, Aaron.”

Hotch shook his head, playing into that teasing tone that had worked its way ito the conversation, “Well I don’t suppose you would be up for it?”

“I know nothing about football.”

“Soccer.”

“Soccer,” and Hotch laughed at the way Sebastian’s nose wrinkled as he mimicked the accent – albeit with heavy exaggeration on the vowels.

“Dave!”

Hotch’s hand raised into the air, catching the attention of his co-worker. Sebastian felt the pressure crank up to eleven as David Rossi sauntered over. He did not look like he was about to coach little league. He looked like he was about to go to one of his many villas in Europe and lounge around there for two weeks drinking wine.

 “David Rossi, this is Sebastian Porter.”

“Jack’s nanny, of course,” Rossi shook his hand heartily. Sebastian immediately wanted Rossi to be the cool uncle he never had.

He couldn’t think of anything wittier to say than this: “And you work with Aaron. On and off the pitch.”

“Couldn’t let him do it alone,”

“My ride’s here, so I’ll see you this evening. Nice meeting you, David.”

Though Sebastian was already behind schedule, he spared himself the embarrassment of his boss watching him lightly jogging over to his companions - and said companions clowning him for said light jogging.

“Aww, a lil peewee match?” Bellamy teased loudly, though not loud enough for the team to hear her.

Sebastian wanted to give her a playful shove, but he didn’t trust that she wouldn’t slide off her rollerblades deliberately, so instead he retorted, “Bullying kids, Bellamy? I thought you couldn’t stoop any lower.”

Klaus stopped rolling back and forth on his BMX, “Which one’s the boss then?”

“Wearing the white polo and shorts, not holding the clipboard.”

Klaus squinted behind his par of wholly unnecessary sunglasses, “Hmm, both are fit.”

“Come on, you’re staring,” and Sebastian twisted Klaus’ baseball cap around backwards before climbing onto the back of the bike.

As Klaus gave an indignant retort, he pushed off and began to cycle away. Sebastian’s hands gripped his shoulders tight and he opted to send a smile in his boss’ direction as opposed to a wave. Bellamy, the embarrassing mom type that she was, waved with both hands and skated backwards as she went.

Their afternoon sesh was off to a rocking start when Sebastian refused even one drink – sticking instead to a diet soda – while Bellamy and Klaus went for bottomless Bellini’s.

Bellamy discussed what children the new term had brought her. A short summary was that they were all little shits whom she adored and would protect with her life. That had been her track record for the part three years she had taught at this high school. The trio clinked glasses in celebration to her track record.

“Honestly, they’re so ready to get to using the Bunsen burners. It’s gonna be bonkers,” She beamed as a server brought her a refilled glass, “Can’t wait to bust out the copper.”

“As much as I love you talking science to me,” Klaus paused to put on a solemn mask that was cracked from the triumph he was wearing beneath, “We have to talk about Pippa while I’m still partially sober.”

When both his friends zeroed in on him whilst sipping their Bellini’s through straws, Sebastian all but exploded with excuses, “Oh my god, I get it! You told me so! It’s been a month! Can we drop it?”

“You went back to her!” Klaus ignored Sebastian’s “I know’s” with his head craning to reach over his friend’s voice, “After everything she did to you! You that desperate for attention?”

“Yeah!”

Both Bellamy and Klaus ceased their teasing, Klaus dropping back into his chair as he said, “Woah, ok, sorry dude.”

“It’s ok.”

Bellamy took Sebastian’s glass away, “Babe, that’s really depressing, you sure you haven’t been drinking?” She took a long sniff, her nose twirling around the rim before sliding it back to Sebastian, “No, he really is that deep.”

“Ha ha.”

Both Bellamy and Klaus sobered up considerably, the tone of their voices shifting into quiet support as Bellamy draped her arm around Sebastian’s shoulders, “I’m glad you got out of it, Bash.”

“Me too. And Rachael.”

“Ooo, how is Rachael?” Klaus pushed his sunglasses up his nose. How he looked like such a douchebag, shades on indoors, yet so happy with that status, Sebastian didn’t care to think about right now.

“She’s got a job in a firm now, big proper one.”

“Oooh! Can she get me out of my parking tickets?”

Suddenly the lights dimmed and Bellamy whipped out her phone, grinning behind it as Klaus looked up and around with a baby’s curiosity.

A troop of servers marched over with the birthday cake Bellamy had dropped off earlier that day. Its bright red buttercream icing Klaus went very quiet, a bashful smile glowing in the candlelight as the restaurant turned its attention to sing “Happy Birthday” to him.

“Happy Birthday, Klaus.” Bellamy and Sebastian kissed both his cheeks at the same time, a perfect photo op that one of the servers took for them.

The birthday boy was gracious enough to share his cake and give Sebastian a ride home after a few more drinks. Of water, Sebastian insisted that Klaus sober up a little so they weren’t going to crash the bike before his night out.

At the crossroads, Bellamy turned left when they went right, her arm stretching out to them like she was watching her loved one get shipped off to war. Sebastian was dropped off shortly after, just outside the block of flats, and Klaus was already off before Sebastian could tackle him with a hug. So he shouted after him. Nothing expletive, but it was enough for Klaus to look over his shoulder and smirk, swerving not a second later to avoid an incoming pedestrian.

When Sebastian entered the flat, Hotch and Rossi were in the sitting room, lounging in the settee over a bottle of whiskey artistically placed on the coffee table.

“Hey, how was the training?”

“Tough, but those kids are tougher.” Rossi raised his drink to his statement, and Sebastian thought about how he could subtly slide some adoption papers across the coffee table.

“Do you want a drink?” Hotch asked.

Already going to the kitchen, Sebastian checked in the stew he’d prepped that morning in the slow cooker, “I’m good, thanks.” He was a little peeved that he’d spent the afternoon sober, especially during the bashing of the ex-girlfriend, but he could always grab a nightcap later on. “Where’s Jack?”

“I SCORED A GOAL!”

Sebastian smile strained as he saw the state of Jack’s shorts once he rounded the corner to the kitchen. His shirt was off; clearly he was in the middle of getting changed.

“That’s brilliant, but if you come at me with them muddy keks, I’ll score a goal with you! Come back in your jammies and we’ll celebrate properly.” And he shooed Jack away to the bathroom. The star striker to be disappeared, his muddy rear skidding into his bedroom with the door closing quick behind him.

“‘Keks’?” Rossi repeated with an eyebrow raised.

So Sebastian clarified, “Trousers.”

“You mean pants.”

Sebastian narrowed his eyes at Hotch’s so-called correction before saying again, “No, keks.”

Thankfully they saw the funny side of it, allowing a hint of strain to drop from Sebastian’s shoulders just in time for Jack to come running back in. This time, he was wearing pyjamas.

Sebastian caught him neatly and plonked him on the countertop, “Tell me all about practice!”

As Sebastian prepared the rest of dinner, Jack babbled away about the training and his teammates. His energy by comparison to the other conversation between Hotch and Rossi caused theirs to stagnate in favour of joining in. Sebastian carried Jack across to the other counters without impeding his speech, keeping an eye on him and the food, while Hotch and Rossi joined in the storytelling.

At Jack’s description of Hotch and Rossi’s demonstration of a paired-up passing game, Sebastian’s abandoned phone began to buzz.

“Sorry Jack, I gotta get this. But why don’t you set the table?” Sebastian took him back down to Earth and shuffled him in the direction of the cutlery drawer before he picked up his mobile, “Hey, what are you doing up? Go to bed, young lady.”

Rachael replied with a heftier helping of snarkasm, “I’m in bed at the moment actually. Have you rung Mum and Dad yet?”

“I have, don’t worry,”

“Ok. Just checking.”

“Texting exists, you know? Not that I don’t delight at the sound of your grumpiness.”

“Yeah, well, you’re starting to sound more American.”

Casting an eye over to see Jack was nattering away to Hotch and Rossi, Sebastian whispered, “Shut your goddamn mouth.”

“I’ll call you after work. Love you, bye.”

“Bye.”

Sebastian hung up then slapped his free palm against his face.

Hotch caught his attention, leaning ever so slightly into his range of vision with concern, “Are you alright?”

“Forgot to say I love you, she’s gonna hold that against me for five years at least.”

As the person dishing up and the last to get to the table, Sebastian sat beside Rossi with Jack opposite him and Hotch diagonally across. There was a tautness in Sebastian’s back as he tried desperately not to gauge Rossi’s reaction to his food.

Instead Rossi reminded him of their meeting earlier, “Interesting choice in mode of transport today.”

Like a deer in the headlights, Sebastian tripped his way through his explanation, “Thanks, we’re desperately trying to reclaim our youth.” Then he popped a forkful of meat into his mouth to excuse him from further conversation.

Except Jack didn’t get the memo. “Who were you talking to on the phone?”

“My sister, Rachael, she’s got a big case on tomorrow.”

“She’s a lawyer,” Rossi pointed across the table with his fork, “Hotch was a defence attorney.”

The information was so shiny and new to Sebastian, that he forgot to implement his “you’re my boss” filter and he said, “You look for ‘intimidating’ in your job descriptions?”

No time for regret, Jack once against filled the space. “Intimidating?”

“Yeah, intimidating, big into justice, likes his suit,” and instead of back down, Sebastian leant over his plate as if to tell a secret, and Jack opposite him leant close too as Sebastian said, “Your dad’s basically Batman.”

Jack’s face lit up at the comparison, one he had made in the past, and he continued to grin as he ate his stew.

“Anyway, our kid’s following up on some advice about getting my deposit back from my bedsit. Landlord’s being an absolute bad word.”

“If you want, I can take a look at it,” Hotch offered.

Sebastian looked back at Jack with fond bemusement, “Told you, your dad’s Batman, just no billions minus the brutality.”

Hotch’s cutlery slipped and collided loudly with his plate as Sebastian said, “It’s all good, thank you. I just sent him some photos of what the mattress looked like when I first moved in, should get him to give up.”

The conversation stagnated from Sebastian, still worn out word-wise from his afternoon drinking non-drinking outing, so he was grateful for the fact he finished first and Jack finished second.

“We can leave the grown-ups now,” he said in a loud whisper, already walking off with Jack to his bedroom.

Over his shoulder, he heard Rossi say not so quietly an I-told-you-so about how “men can be nannies” and that Sebastian was a good choice. While Sebastian was relieved at he had made a good impression on Rossi, he was not so much feeling the inferred sexism his boss held. Still, he was hired now. Microaggressions could be tackled when he got to them.

Cross-legged on the carpet, Jack set about demolishing the rocket. Bricks flew across his little zone of construction. One stray red brick hit Sebastian right between his sock and his cuffed jeans.

“What are we on today, bud? Pirate ship?”

But Jack was quiet. His energy levels were definitely crashing after such a big day. Sebastian gave him space to answer if he wanted, taking charge of organising the bricks into sizes for Jack to pick from.

When there was no reply for a solid minute, Sebastian asked, “You ok?”

For a while, Jack continued his silence. He was busy looking for a very specific shape of brick. His fingers searched over the top of the pile then dove into it, fishing out the perfect piece. Then he spoke.

“Batman beats up the bad guys,” Jack said, his voice hushed, “But so does Daddy.”

Sebastian blinked then recovered just as quick, “Oh I’m not sure about that.”

But Jack shook his head with his eyes still on assembling his boat, “He beat up the man who killed Mommy. Don’t tell him, it’s a secret.”

“A secret from him?” Sebastian didn’t know he was whispering too until he had already spoken.

“He doesn’t know we know. Can you make the mast please?”

And Jack held out a square block. Sebastian blinked again and accepted the piece. Clearly Jack thought this was a very casual conversation, something that Sebastian should keep from Hotch very easily. And he was making a ship.

“Jack, have you told that to anyone else?”

“No.”

“How tall do you want the mast?”

Jack measured with the space between his hands. Taking note, Sebastian continued to stack bricks until the desired height was reached, and Jack took it off his hands, placing it in the middle of the boat.

“I’m gonna get a drink. Do you want anything?”

The little guy shook his head, now completely absorbed in his construction projects. With a pat on his head, Sebastian twisted his legs around to stand and went to stand in the hallway. The door closed behind him and he pressed his forehead against the wall. He took a deep breath, rolling his head to the left, and pushed back his shoulders. A crack from his neck introduced him to the kitchen, where he tossed a half smile at Hotch and Rossi. Then he busied himself with getting that drink. A few drops of water splashed against his wrist.

“Hey Sebastian?”

Said person looked around to see Rossi rocking on the back legs of his chair, “I don’t suppose Hotch ever told you that, when you were taking your trial day, he nearly called you every hour to see how you were doing?”

“Dave,” Hotch said with something that was clearly intended to be a warning tone. The smile he was fighting to keep off his face betrayed him.

“No, he didn’t.” He hid his smirk in his glass. It dropped fast though. The Batman comments were still heavy in his mind, and now with Jack’s context on the brutality aspect, he wasn’t really jazzed to crack another joke lest he stumble across some more unfortunate information.

Rossi didn’t seem to care about that so much, “I had to micromanage his micromanaging.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t’ve minded that.” Sebastian’s foot idly dragged across the tile in front of him, “I’m sure Jack wouldn’t’ve either. And speaking of-” He pulled out his phone and pulled up the website he and Jack had browsed during breakfast, “I have a very important question for you: can we get this bouncy castle for Jack’s birthday?”

He showed the photo of the dream castle to the two men.

“You mean a ‘bounce house’?”

“No, I mean bouncy castle. He was telling me all about wanting a slide one, he’d be over the moon if he got to bring his classmates around to go on one!”

“I suppose if we removed all my furniture and knocked down the walls, we could fit it in here,” Hotch said smartly. His eyebrows were raised as he looked away from the screen at Sebastian, who snorted. God, it wasn’t even that funny.

Once again, Rossi chimed in with his brilliant contributions, saving Sebastian from utter shame, “You know, we could have the party at my home.”

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[mwesterfeld1985]

What family?

So this is my story I’m writing for Seal Team. I hope you all like it. 

Chapter 1 Clay walks into the cage room with the rest of the guys. He heads over to his cage and starts to pack up all his stuff.  He wasn't on Bravo anymore. The rest of the teams doesn't know that yet, he asked Blackburn to tell them when they go in for a briefing before they got spun up. Clay sigh as he thinks about how this all happens. It started as soon as Jason drafted Vic to the team. Vic came in with a story that Clay didn't believe at all, then Vic started to turn all the guys on him. first, it was Ray with his story and other lies then buddy up to him, acting like he wants to learn everything to be Bravo 2 someday. then he got Sonny to turn on him by being his drinking buddy and being his wingman at bars. Then it was Jason, he doesn't know how he got to be on Vic's side but he didn't care, at least anymore. Then he got Brock and Trent He got them by acting as he wanted to learn to be a dog handler and more about being a Medic. Clay sigh again and just thought pretty much the only ones who haven't turn on him was Blackburn, Davis, Ellis, Cerberus, and Full Metal. At less out of the team. It seems though as much as Vic try he couldn't turn the guy's kids, wives, and girlfriends on him. and Clay was thankful for that. Jason started to talk to them as they were getting their bags ready. " ok guys we should be living after a short briefing. It should be a short Spun up. So hopefully we can still have our BBQ this weekend." everyone started to cheer at that. Everyone started to head out to the briefing room. They were jocking as they enter the room. Blackburn, Davis, and Ellis were in the front of the room when they walk in and right behind them was Caption Lindell. everyone took their Regule sets. Then Lindell starts to talk," ok before anything else I have something to tell you all.," said Lindell. Sonny interrupts him " Aren't we going to wait for Wonderboy," ask Sonny. The rest of the guys look around to see Clay wasn't there. Lindell looks at the front of the room then at the rest of the team. He now sees Spenser point on why he does want to be on this team, He asks to be a move to any other team. so Lindell asks one of the other teams if they would take Clay? Alpha said they would right away. They saw how Bravo was being dicks to Clay and they didn't like that. so they said they would take him and show him how a real team acts. Clay was so happy when they said that, He only wish Full Metal was on the team instead of being on Bravo. Bet he thought he should take his wins. Lindell shook his head and got back to the briefing. " Clay Spenser is no longer part of Bravo, he asked to get moved to another team, and I didn't see no reason not to give it to him," said Lindell. He then walks out of the room. As soon as Lindell leaves the room the whole team stands up and starts yelling. the group in the front she waits till they are finished with the yelling. They no it pointless to start talking till they are done. Once Jason figures out they are talking, he whistles to get everyone to stop talking. they all sit down at Jason's look. Lisa then walks up to the front and start talking," Adam told Clay that the team would come to be his family, and he felt like you guys were till you all turn your backs on him." " told us three this wasn't a family it was just some guys he works with." she then whips an angry tear from her eye. and then Lisa walks out of the room. Eric and Mandy just look at them and said," what you guys did is wrong in so many ways. We can't look at you. we are going to go get Lisa back then we will start the briefing for the ops." Then Mandy and Eric leave the room.  The rest of Bravo sit there in surprise at what they were told. But Vic was smiling thinking "now no one is standing in my way to becoming Bravo 1."

Chapter 2

 After fishing packing up his cage. Clay wants and puts his stuff in the Alph cage room so he won't have to later. He then got out of there fast so he wouldn't run into anyone from Bravo, he didn't want to see them. Clay walked out of the building to head back to his apartment where he as to tell his girlfriend Emma about what want on here today. Clay sigh Emma was Jason's daughter, he hopes that she will take his side in this. But he also didn't want to turn her on her own family.  Clay looked up and saw he was back at his apartment, he didn't even remember driving home. Got out of his car and headed into the building and up to his apartment to talk to Emma about everything. he got to the door and took a deep breath, and open the door.Emma looked up when the door open, and walk-in Clay," Hey what are you doing home? I thought you guts got spun up," Emma ask? Clay wants to the fridge to grab a beer for both of them. He then sat down and look at Emma and started to talk," I left Bravo Team!" Emma started to talk till clay held up his hand and started to talk again. " Please let me get this all out. I left the team case of how they been acting towards me. They have been questing me, they don't include me in decisions for the missions, they take Vic word over me, like haven't been part of the team for 5 years. And they don't even hang out with me anymore either. I just feel like being on the team would hurt me more than going to a different team." he stops talking then told Emma to start talking he was listing. Emma thought about all of what Clay said. she was piss, but at the rest of the team, and how they were treating she took a breath then started talking, " I am pissed not at you, but the team. You are right, they have been treating you like Shit. I was going to say something to you. I and the other wives and girlfriends were going to knock some sense in them. I mean they are ass for taking Vic word over yours." Clay looks at Emma's surprise case he thought no one else but Lisa, mandy, Eric noticed. He looks at her and said," I don't want you to turn on your dad, he is your family."  Emma looks at Clay with love, then said," You aren't making me turn on my family. They are for being a big ass to you and know that when they get home they are going to get their asses to chew out by the wives or girlfriends trust me. But for now, we are going to put it out of our minds." She started to kiss Clay and he started to kiss her back. Case she was right why worried about it. Clay then picks her up and carries her to the bedroom, Where they made love for the rest of the night.

Chapter 3

 The guys fishing their mission and were on the plan back to the states, it was a short spun up. the plane was quiet. usually, there is a game of porker being play, or people having a beer. But none of that is happing this trip. When the guys got back on the plane and try to joke with Mandy and Lisa the girls just walk away from them. The guys just look at the surprises, they didn't think things were that bad. About halfway home they all hear yelling from Vic," THAT DAME FUCKING DOG PEE ALL OVER ME AND MY STUFF! TAKE HIM AWAY FROM ME OR I'M GOING TO HURT HIM." In a blink of an eye, the whole team even the girls and Blackburn were standing in front of Vic. Lisa and Mandy were protecting Cerberus. Brock was in Vic's face," if you very threaten my dog again. I will though you out of this plane. he is a member." Vic looks scared. He knew that if he didn't fix this he would be in trouble and the rest of the team would want to get Clay back, and he didn't want that. Vic took a breath and then said," I'm sorry Brock, he just took me by surprise when he started to pee all over me. I would never hurt him he is part of this team. That wouldn't be right." Brock looked at Vic. To Brock, he seems like he meant it. he nodded his head then went back to talking to Trent on the other side of the plane. The rest of the guys want on with what they were doing before. Mandy, Lisa, and Eric look at the surprises. Then they start to laugh under their breaths when they saw that Cerberus started to pee on Vic bag. Then didn't say a thing to anyone. they waited for a while then they each give Cerberus a treat and call him a " Good boy." The rest of the fight was quite. The guys started to play poker and chat about everything. " Do you guys think that Clay is going to leave the team," ask Trent? " No, I think it's a joke I bet when we get back his stuff will be back in his cage and he will be sitting there laughing and going to say I was just messing with you," said Ray. Mandy could not believe what she just heard. she and told Lisa then they text the others wives and girlfriends of the guys so they know what the guys were saying they knew the other girls wanted to know what the guys were saying about Clay. Mandy was the first to notice how the guys were acting towards Clay. She brings up her concern to Lisa than to Eric. They kept their eyes out on the team. They all then notice how the rest of the guys seems to be giving Clay the cold shoulder. They stop including him in their jokes, their poker games, or when they go out to the bar. They seem to want to hang out with Vic more. What is weird is they were acting like Clay wasn't part of the team. This piss off Lisa off so much it took Mandy, Eric, and even Lindell to hold her back so she wouldn't go beat the crap out of the guys. When Mandy said to Lisa," You no the best way to get back at them?" she held up her phone so the other Three could see what was on it. They all then took her with shock. Case on the phone was the wife of Ray, also the girlfriends of  Trent and Brock. there was a text where Mandy explains everything they notice she hit send. within a minute, her phone was blowing up with texts saying WHAT, I AM GOING TO KILL HIM and OH hE IS SLEEPING ON THE COUCH FOR A MONTH. Mandy then smile and said," now they know they are going to keep their eyes out." that was right before they left for this mission. She knew the guys are in deep water. Mandy was going to hand Jason his yelling along with Emma. And Lisa was going to take care of Sonny. Mandy was brought out of her thoughts by the pilot telling them that they were ready to land. Everyone got ready so they could get home to their families. The plane landed and the guys want to the parking lot to meet their families. they were joking with one another, till they got to the gate and saw many piss off faces of girlfriends, wives, and a very piss of Emma. Then all the guys face turn serious, the case they new there in deep trouble.

Chapter 4

"What's wrong?" Jason asked his daughter and she huffed, then rolled her eyes. " What wrong? Are you serious? You're joking right?" Emma asked in disbelief. "No, why are you so upset? Did something happen?" Jason asked, he had never seen Emma this enraged before. "What happened is you and the rest of the men that I used to have so much respect for turned your backs on your brother! My boyfriend if you have forgotten about that!" Emma practically screamed at her father and every member of Bavo, including Vic, took a step a step back from the rage radiating off her. "Emma you're overreaching." He tried to calm her but she got even angrier. "Are you kidding me! You and THEM." Emma said as she pointed her finger at Ray, Sonny, Trent, and Brock, "pushed Clay out of your lives and team! You don't feel as if he is a part of Bravo anymore. You ignored him! You belittled him! You left him out of group activities! You did something that I never thought you were capable of... you left him behind! I can't even bare to look at you anymore." Emma whispered the last part." Look, you don't know what you're talking about," Vic said to her and  Emma turned to him. " Did I asked your opinion, Rookie?" Emma said, just inches away from his face. " No, but..." Vic tried, not acting intimidated by the teenage girl, even though she was scarier than any of the instructors at BUD/S and on Green Team. "Then I suggest you shut the hell up! If I want you to say something, I'll ask you!" Emma told him sternly as she turned back to her father."Emma." Jason tried but she stopped him. " Don't! Because of you, Clay is going to Alpha. And you know what... I don't blame him! I wouldn't want to be with traitors either." she glared hard at all the men and she went to her vehicle before turning around. "Don't even think about coming home tonight." She got in and drove away, not looking back. Trent and Brock's girlfriends said practically the same thing before leaving. Blackburn cleared his throat and made Bravo turn to him, "I suggest you fix things before they get worse." He walked off. Lisa and Mandy looked at the boys and shook their heads."I guess you aren't as loyal as you believe,"They all stared in shock after their female coworkers, wives, girlfriends, and the team leader's daughter. " So, Spenser left the team?" Sonny asked, shocked that he would just up and leave without a word to any of them. "I guess that we have been neglectful." Brock and Trent reasoned. Vic realized that his plan was not working the way he thought it was.

@lukeevansandjdmobession

[generalelectionmusings]

“A long thread about my personal experiences during this election dealing with my Labour voting family deciding to out themselves as casual racists by voting Tory / Brexit Party in traditional Labour "Red Wall" heartlands

I come from a genuine working class family .

Grandparents were miners and domestic cleaning staff

Dad was butcher , mum was a cleaner and when she remarried after their divorce she married a miner .

I grew up in a two up two down terrace house that my parents rented from the local Co-op society and then moved into a council house in Kendray (Barnsley) when my mum remarried .

One grandad was a NUM union rep ( at Woolley Colliery alongside Scargill )

Other grandad was a NUPE union rep .

Mum and her sister were both UNISON union reps .

I guess what I'm trying to get across is that we were a proper Labour supporting family , cut us in half and we would have Labour running through us like a stick of Blackpool rock .

And yet in this election I was the only one still voting Labour, in traditional "Red Wall" Lab areas.

I'm in Sheffield but my family is split across the Barnsley area, some in Dan Jarvis' constituency, some in Steph Peacocks and some in the Penistone area that's just turned Tory.

How the hell did this happen ?

Why did my mum and step-dad and my Dad and step-mum all vote Brexit Party ?

Why did my brother and his wife and my aunt and uncle both vote Tory ?

They're not stupid people , my step-mum is a nurse and educated to degree level , my brother an accountant and educated to degree level and my sister-in-law a teacher educated to degree level .

We all lived through Thatchers annihilation of our communities when she went after the unions and destroyed Barnsley after and during the Miners strike .

My step-dad lost his job when Woolley Colliery was closed and never worked again .

So how the hell did they all come to abandon Labour and vote for parties whose policies are the complete antithesis of their own needs and aspirations ??

To answer that you've got to look further back than just this last few weeks or months or the last couple of years .

You've got to look a lot further back .

Before the Miners strike everyone I knew lived and worked in Barnsley , my grandparents jobs were in Barnsley , my parents jobs were in Barnsley , my aunt's and uncle's all worked in Barnsley as it seemed did all my friends families.

The aftermath of the strike changed that .

Most people were employed at the Pits or in industry connected to the Pits or in the service industries like retail , pubs etc where the Miners spent their wages.

When those wages went then so did the local economy.

New Labour in 1997 gave people hope of a change but all they brought to the area were low paid minimum wage jobs to replace high paid skilled industrial jobs .

People thought that New Labour when they got in would regenerate and revitalize these traditional working class Lab heartlands.

They didn't.

Yes we got a far better funded NHS and Sure Start etc.

But areas like Barnsley just got left behind , their Labour votes taken for granted.

Life had changed .

Only my mum still worked in Barnsley .

I moved to Sheffield because of work . My dad ended up in Stoke were he met my step-mum before they returned to Barnsley .

My brother , his wife and most other family members worked in other nearby towns and cities , even though they still lived in Barnsley .

Some like my Step-dad and aunt and uncle relied on the benefits system to see them through to retirement age .

Then along came the banking crisis , followed by the high street crisis that saw the likes of Woolworths bite the dust .

Quickly followed by a Tory & Lib Dem government pushing their disastrous Austerity policies.

Areas like Barnsley took another hammering .

Jobs lost in the local economy which had never recovered from Thatcher thanks to New Labours indifference.

Cuts to essential council services and cuts to the NHS locally meaning longer waiting lists and crowded doctors waiting rooms .

And in amongst all this comes Nigel Farage and Boris Johnson .

The poisonous bastards gave everyone in areas like Barnsley exactly what the needed , exactly what they wanted .......

Someone to blame.

Immigrants .

Immigrants let into this country by the EU.

Immigrants taking our jobs .

Immigrants using our NHS

Immigrants taking our council houses

Immigrants filling up our doctors waiting rooms

You see it couldn't just be the Tory's fault that things were rough because it hadn't gotten any better whilst Labour was in power.

So it has to be someone else's fault .

So Farage and Johnson must be correct when they blame immigrants and tells us all politicians are the same

Both narratives that have been pushed relentlessly by Farage , Vote Leave and Johnson

Farage and Johnson must be correct if the news on the telly says the same thing and asks them to come on all the time to talk about it .

Farage and Johnson must be correct if the newspapers all print the same stories blaming immigrants for taking our jobs and our houses and clogging up our NHS .

And Farage and Johnson must be correct if everyone on Facebook is posting the same Memes especially if greasy Brenda from the local chippy is posting it cos she obviously knows here stuff !!!!

Under Thatcher we knew who to blame , the Tory's.

But under Blair who did you blame for life getting no better because of New Labours indifference ??

The politicians , both sides because they are all the same , none of them give a stuff about us .

Under austerity who do we blame ?

Not the Tory's cos they've told us that we are all in this together and there is no other way , we have to all make sacrifices .

So we blame the immigrants , the ones that the EU are forcing us to take .

And by default because we tend to class anyone who's different to us as a potential immigrant then we blame any and all ethnic minorities

All of this whipped up to a frenzy since 2016 by the likes of Farage , Vote Leave , Tommy Robinson , Katie Hopkins , Hartley-Brewer , Rod Liddle and Boris Johnson and his Tory cohorts.

Aided and abetted by the usual cast of idiots at the BBC , ITV and Sky .

Sadly I watched this unfold with my own family over the last 3-4 years and didn't do anything like enough to try and counter it

I ignored the initial flurry of anti EU comments and social media posts partly because I was voting leave too, albeit for completely different reasons

I spent far too long just telling them to stop spouting racist bollocks when they moaned about immigrants instead of actually sitting down and explaining why the stuff they were reading , watching and sharing was wrong and factually false .

I ignored the anti Corbyn comments because I just assumed that when it came around to election time they would just hold their noses and vote Labour as we had all done for years before regardless of the leaders popularity , just as they all had in 2017

I finally realised I hadn't done enough when the election campaign kicked in .

I only work part time now and that's from home so I'd decided to get fully involved in the campaign both on the ground locally and on social media .

Boy did I get the shock of my life when I started posting stuff about Labours plans and manifesto on Facebook .

I got absolutely frigging mullered ...........

by my own family members and friends.

My posts were full of comments from them with arguments and rhetoric that had been drummed into them by Farage and Johnson over the last few years .

My timeline was full of anti Labour Memes .

It got that bad that I ended up deleting my Facebook account .

Most of the family aren't speaking to me and Boxing day this year when we traditionally all meet up at my mum's is going to be an absolute nightmare .

Then you realise it's not just yourself and your own family thats experiencing this .

You speak to a friend in Rotherham and find they've had the exact same experiences.

You get a call from your oldest son in the armed forces to tell you that he's up on a charge after getting into a scuffle with some of his colleagues after being called a muslim loving terrorist supporting traitor just for sharing some Labour stuff on social media

Living in Sheffield possibly led to me being a little insulated from Labours problems .

It's a multi cultural city and apart from the usual quota of nobheads and Tommy Robinson types we all live side by side with few serious problems.

Brexit didn't seem to be as big an issue inside the city as it did in the out-laying towns .

But in fairness things never got as desperate or demoralizing in the cities as they did in the town's and old industrial area's

We weren't looking quite as hard for someone to blame

Corbyn had a definite image problem on the doorsteps .

He had a massive target on his back and there's no denying that the media were able to hit it's bullseye with alarming regularity

But this hadn't been insurmountable during the 2017 election even in areas like Barnsley and Rotherham.

And I genuinely believe that had Jeremy Corbyn been just as intolerant towards immigrants and ethnic minorities as the Tory's were we would have had a very different result.

After all the country happily elected an absolute racist bigot instead of Corbyn

That's an absolutely disgraceful situation to find ourselves in especially when you also come to the realisation that members of your own family voted this way .

How do Labour get voters like my family back ???

More to the point do we actually want them back ???

I'm not sure I want to be related to my own family members at the moment because of their willingness to blame immigration and ethnic minorities for all our ills .

And yes we may have had the policies that would have addressed the problems that led to them voting for the Tory's / Brexit Party but you can't enact those policies if you don't get into government in the first place .

Would a different leader have made a difference to these voters ??

Yes to some of them .

Would a different Brexit policy have made a difference .

Definitely , to most of them

Did they vote this way because they're racist ???

Who genuinely can say ???

I hope that for the ones related to myself that it isn't a deep seated racism , rather just a reaction to a constant and unrelenting malign influence of the mainstream media , targeted Facebook memes and snake oil salesmen like Farage , Johnson and Cummings .

But I guess we won't know that until 2024 when we go to the polls once more , with a different leader , with Brexit no longer an issue and with the realisation that even outside of the EU nothing has changed in Barnsley and similar towns under this bastard of a Tory government”

Link below:

#thread #voting labour #blaming immigrants #nigel farage #boris johnson #racism #xenophobia

[mychameleonsix]

ILY Chapter 9

The drive home was silent. Sungjin wasn't saying anything, and I was thankful he didn't. I knew he wanted to ask me questions or at least try to comfort me, but no words can take away the ache my heart feels right now. Everything that just happened is all blurry to me. I don't know how I can recover from that. "What time's your flight later?" "Huh? Oh uh...eleven in the morning." "Where are you guys going again?" "Toronto." "It's for tour right?" "Yeah, second to the last leg." "It's already three in the morning, make sure to get some rest when you get back. Thank you for driving me home Sungjin." "It's fine, no need to thank me. I know Jae wouldn't like it if you had to take a cab at this hour." "Still! I know you're tired too; you could be sleeping by now." "I'm okay, don't worry. You, however, are you okay? I know it's a stupid question but..." He said giving me a quick side glance. "I don't know how to answer that question, Sungjin." We fell silent again but Sungjin was fidgeting in his seat. He keeps on looking at me every few seconds, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel. "Just spit it out Sungjin." I finally asked. "You do know it was Jae's birthday yesterday, right?" And I swear, in that moment, I felt everything stop. That single question felt like some car honked at me, jolting me awake. It felt like something hit me and put me back into my senses. Fuck. It was Jae's birthday yesterday. That's why he was so mad about me missing the concert altogether. Heck, I bet he isn't pissed that I missed that. It was because I forgot his birthday. Well shit. "Oh my God." "You forgot didn't you?" "I knew there was something off yesterday. God, I'm so stupid! I mean I knew it was his birthday soon, but I was too busy I forgot it was the same day as your concert." "He was sulking the entire concert. I mean he's his usual self on stage but, you know, from our viewpoint he was really down." "How can I forget that it was his birthday yesterday? Gaah, Sungjin help!" I said looking at him frantically "You were busy, it happens. Don't worry too much; just apologize, I guess? Wait for him to cool down or something?" "When are you coming back from Toronto?" "We're not just going to Toronto though, the entire North America and South American tour will last two weeks. Then we'll probably get an extra five days off right after. So, I don't know, we'll get back after three weeks?" "That's so long! I need to make it up to him soon! I can't wait three weeks Sungjin" "Good luck with that. He loves you Ri, he won't be able to resist you for a long time. Anyway, we're here!" He said parking the car in front of my house. "Thanks Sungjin, get some rest okay? And can you make sure Jae's okay too?" I said as I opened the door, about to get off. "I will." "Text me when you get home." I said as I closed the door and headed inside. *** "So wait, you're going where?" Soohyun asked as she followed me inside my room. "Toronto." "Are you crazy?" "Probably, but I need to do this." "Can't you wait three weeks until they get back?" "I can but I don't want to wait three more weeks. Also, I can go back home to visit mom and dad while I'm already there. Hitting two birds with one stone, ya know?" I said as I pushed her aside to get to my cabinet. "You've really lost it. You're so whipped Ri." She said putting her hands up in defeat, finally giving up reasoning with me. "Soohyun, can you not? I'm tired, I don't have any sleep yet, I haven't eaten anything since yesterday. I'm all doing this on a whim, just please help me fold my clothes." I said handing her shirts and pants. "You have your ticket already?" "Yup, I booked the next flight available. I called Brian earlier and asked him for their flight details." "How'd you get out of your duties at the hospital though?" "I told them there's an emergency back home and I need to go. I'll be gone a week, they can handle post-op by themselves. Besides, Pat's here anyway." "What time's your flight then?" "Uhh, 13:20" "So you're not on the same flight as them?" "Nah, their flight leaves at 11, so you better hurry up with the folding. If I wanna catch up with them and see Jae at the airport I need to leave by seven." I said going in the bathroom getting my toiletries. "Did you tell mom you're going?" "I literally made this decision an hour ago, d'you really think I have the time to call our parents?" "Touché." "Alright, all set! Did I forget anything? I need to leave now." "Passport? Ticket? Your logical reasoning? Cause I think you lost yours when you decided to do this crazy idea." "Shut up. Okay I'm leaving. See you in a week." I left in a cab, luggage in hand, and a whole lot of hope and courage that things will go well today. If I miss Jae before they leave, then I'll just have to catch up with them in Toronto. But nonetheless, I need to fix things with him before I lose him again. We were both at faults the last time; he left when things got a bit tough, and I let him. I won't let history repeat itself, I'm never letting Jae go ever again. * Jae's Pov * "Ready to go boys?" Our manager said, coming into the living room, luggage occupying the entire space. "Brian hyung's just in the bathroom peeing, he said we could go ahead." Wonpil said dragging his suitcase out of his room. Dowoon and Sungjin was already by the door, helping our other manager carry the bags into the van. It's only 7:30 in the morning, I barely had time to sleep last night, and now we're on our way to the airport. I followed Sungjin out and placed my luggage in the trunk and got seated in the very far back of the van. I'm not really in the mood to interact with anyone today. The rest of the boys piled in one after the other a few minutes later, sleep still evident in their eyes. We're all wrapped in jackets and masks, ready to brave another long flight. I can't wait to sleep on the plane; I'm ready to leave my problems here and just face them next time. Last night's fight with Riley took a toll on me. We both said things we didn't mean, I know, but it still hurts. How can she forget my birthday? I get it, she's busy I understand that, but how hard was it to at least update me on her whereabouts. And to at least send me a happy birthday text. Am I in the wrong here? Was I too way out of line with my arguments last night? "A little bit, hyung." I looked over at whose voice it was and saw that Dowoon was beside me. Didn't realize he sat down in the seat next to me. Wait, did I just said that out loud? "Yes hyung, you've been mumbling the whole time. We can all hear you." Dowoon said. "I hate to break it to you, hyung, but your arguments are kinda out of line last night." Wonpil said. "Aren't y'all supposed to be on my side?" I said. "We are, that's why we want to help you understand things from an outsider's perspective." Sungjin said turning in his seat to face me. "Oh please, do tell." I said kinda amused, curious at how their reasoning's gonna go. "Well, first of all, getting upset that Riley missed your birthday was totally acceptable. I understand you with that..." Brian started. "Thank you." I said. "I'm not finished. However, you were claiming that she didn't have enough time for you and that she's prioritizing her career over you, that was a out way out of line for me. We can all see how hard Riley's trying. You, out of all people, should know that." Brian said, Wonpil and Sungjin nodding their heads. "But that's how I'm feeling lately. It's as if she's not even trying to see me. Are you saying I'm not allowed to even feel upset over that?" "No of course not, your feelings are valid hyung. But what we're trying to say here is that maybe you're not seeing things in a bigger picture. Just like what Riley said last night, you're already successful. You've reached your dreams, so technically you don't need to prove anything to anyone. She on the other hand, is still studying; trying to make it big in her field. So of course between the both of you, she'll have less time to exert effort and do things for you." "Exactly. I mean we've seen Riley's fair share of exerting effort. Have you forgotten the times she spends her lunch breaks in the studio with us; bringing us lunch because we're too busy to eat? You do realize that her hospital's in the other side of town. The mere fact that she chooses to spend her lunch with you, with us, instead of taking naps in between her surgeries, is a big effort in itself." Sungjin said. "Okay, fair point. But still doesn't change the fact that she forgot my birthday and missed our concert when she promised she'd go." I said crossing my arms, as I looked out the window. "Then you should've stuck with that argument and let her explain and apologize." Wonpil said reaching out to me from his seat and slapped my hands. "Alright, I'll talk to her when we get back from tour. It'll give us both some time to think things through. We both said things, I need to process everything first. Can we drop it now please, I'm tired." I said before I closed my eyes and turned away from them. They didn't say anything anymore and went about with their own things. The rest of the drive to the airport was quiet, nobody was talking and it was peaceful for a while. When we reached the airport, there are a handful fans waiting for us so of course we had to at least smile and look okay for them. Good thing we're wearing masks, and I was wearing sunglasses. Or else my airport photos would show the bags under my eyes and how red and puffy they are. After we got our luggages checked in and went through immigration, we went inside the lounge to wait for boarding. Wonpil sat beside me, Dowoon and Brian across from us, while Sungjin went with our manager to buy food. "I got you chicken wings, Jae." Our manager said handing me the bag. "Thank you hyung." "So are you really not going to tell her goodbye or something?" Sungjin asked as he sat down beside me and started eating his sandwich. "Really, Sungjin? You're at it again?" "I'm just curious." "I'll just call her before the plane leaves, tell her I'll talk to her when I get back. Happy now?" "Are you guys done eating? We should move closer to our gate now, come on." Our manager said as he stood up to gather us. We followed suit and walked along with our other staff to where our gate was. Brian was standing beside me, a hand on my shoulder; while he was texting on the other. He's been texting someone since we got to the airport. Probably Ken. "Jae!" A voice said. It sounded very familiar but I'm not so sure. It's probably some fan calling my attention. "Jae!" The voice said again. I'm still not looking and just continued walking. It's just our fans, I'm sure of it. "Ya Park Jaehyung!" I stopped dead in my tracks, Brian and the others stopping with me. That voice sounds a whole lot like Riley's. I removed my sunglasses and slowly turned sideways to check where the voice was coming from, scanning the room, frantic to know who it was. I kept on turning, checking everywhere, until my eyes landed on her. Glasses pushed back up in her hair, some yellow hoodie from our high school, and a worn out ripped jeans but she stood out the most in the sea of people. She smiled at me and started walking slowly towards me. Scratch that, she was running. But the way I see it, everything's happening in slow motion. It's like we're filming an airport scene in a cheesy romantic comedy. In fact, I think we're in one. She ran up to me, jumped, and wrapped her hands around my neck, her legs on my waist. I was taken aback by the sudden movement, I almost lost my balance. She was hugging me tightly, it's starting to get harder to breathe. "What are you doing here?" I whispered to her. "Shh, let's just stay like this for a few more seconds." She said in my ear as she kissed my cheeks. I turned around and saw that Brian and Sungjin was grinning like complete idiots, while the rest of my members and staff had smirks on their faces. They knew she was coming. "Ri, come on get down. People are staring." "Let them, I don't care." She said, her grip getting tighter. "What's this all about, why are you here?" "Why are you gonna push me away again?" She said breaking away to look at me. "Well no, but seriously, what are you doing here?" I said as I put her down on her feet. Riley grabbed my face and pulled it closer to hers as she tiptoed to match my height. She kissed the tip of my nose and pinched my cheeks. "Belated Happy Birthday you big dummy. I'm sorry I forgot." Riley said smiling at me. "Thank you." "Also...surprise! I'm going with y'all to Toronto. Well sort of, I'll just be on the next flight." She said as she got her boarding pass from her pocket and showed it to me. "What? How?" I said shocked. "Zero sleep, hungry, stressed, mix that with a very clouded mind Riley plus my impulsivity equals an out of the blue decision to skip work, and follow y'all on tour for a week." "You're going with us for a week?" I'm still surprised at this sudden change of plans but I'm sort of happy now. "Well yes and no. I'll be with you for the Toronto and Minneapolis stops but I'll head home to LA for the last 2 days. I'm already in the US, might as well visit the parents." "Who's idea was this?" I said smirking down at her. "Mine! I told you, I decided this entire trip on a whim. About an hour after Sungjin dropped me off this morning, I called Brian to get your flight details, got my laptop, booked my tickets, packed my bags, and voila...I'm here! I haven't slept, haven't eaten, but I felt I had to do this or else I might lose you again. And I don't want that now do I?" "You're crazy you know that?" "Oh trust me, Soohyun made that very very very clear as she helped me pack my bags. I think this is crazy too, but what the heck right?" She said grinning at me like the complete idiot that she is. "What time's your flight?" "In three hours." She said as she glanced at the watch she's wearing. "What are you gonna do here for three more hours?" "I don't know, sleep? Or eat, I don't know." "Jae come on, we need to go to the gate." Our manager said, interrupting us. "I'll walk with you guys, I have time to spare." She said as she locked her fingers in mine and dragged me along with her as we caught up with the others. "I'm sorry." I said blurting it out, scared I might chicken if I don't say it now. "I'm sorry too, for forgetting your birthday, and missing the concert; and for everything. God, I was too occupied with the surgery that your birthday slipped my mind entirely. I know it's not an excuse, so I'm really sorry about that. Also I should've made sure someone told you I couldn't make it last night, but again, I was too busy and stressed I forgot to update you. That was irresponsible of me. And about the fact that I'm making you feel like I don't want you or that I don't have enough..." She said in a haste, talking so fast I'm barely keeping up with every word. "Riley, it's fine. I've thought things through and I know I was a bit overboard last night. I'm sorry too." "No no, I understand what you mean, and I get it. I get how you would feel that way, I'm sorry if I ever made you feel like you aren't a priority. You are, Jae, always have been." She said as we reached the boarding gate, and sat down on the benches, away from the crowd. Boarding isn't until 10:45 anyway, we have time. "Shhh, no, I understand your situation I really do. I'm not supposed to be a hindrance to your dreams, instead I should support you every step of the way. I'm your best friend for a reason, Riley; and you’re my girlfriend, all the more I should support you. If I won't then who else will?" "I love you, Jae, so so much. Thank you." She said crying into my arms. "I love you too Ri-bear. I'm really sorry I made you cry last night, and today." I said pulling away from her to wipe the tears in her eyes. "God, I'm so tired Jae. I can't feel my legs and I think I'm about to pass out any minute. But seeing you smile again made it all worth it." She said as she ran her hands through my hair, fixing the stray hair falling in my eyes. "Get some sleep on the plane, okay?" "I will, looking forward to it already." "How was your surgery yesterday?" "Successful as always, but let's not talk about the hospital for the time being. So tell me about the concert last night, how was it?" She asked. "Good, can't wait for you to see us live in Toronto. And you'll get to meet Bri's parents too." We have yet to settle our issues with each other, but that's for another time. Right now, what matters is that we made up, and we're together. Riley and I's entire relationship has always been like this, bickering and fighting. But at the end of the day, we apologize for our mistakes and acknowledge our faults. Maybe that's why I fell for her too. She's so strong and brave she's not afraid of showing her humility and lack of pride at times like this. It makes me adore her vulnerability and meekness, which I think, are the best part of her personality.

The boys and I boarded the plane last, not wanting to leave Ri behind just yet. But she pushed me, telling me to go and that she’ll just see me in Toronto. I left home this morning feeling like the world  was against me, my heart heavy, full of worries and doubts. But now, a few hours later, I’m leaving for tour with a smile on my face knowing that I’ll get to spend it with Riley. And I wouldn’t want it any other way

#day6 #day6 sungjin #day6 jae #day6 youngk #day6 wonpil #day6 dowoon #park sungjin #park jaehyung #kang younghyun #kim wonpil #yoon dowoon #day6 au #fanfic

[nhlhoser]

On The Rocks - 27

Part 26  Masterlist

NOT EDITED I WARN YOU

 Noah and Mark stop by shortly after Auston leaves- narrowly catching the hockey player in my room.  Noah's appearance is expected but Mark's is definitely a surprise and slightly jarring as he stands awkwardly at the door, waiting for Noah to finish.

 After checking my throat, limonoids and my vitals like he'd done previously.  My temperature and throat still made him frown but this time he doesn't mention the 'H' word but gives me a look and a sign.

"You're stable, to say the least,"

"So, Do you think she is well enough to fly home?" Were Marks first and only words.

   Noahs eyes were instantly wide as he waits for my reaction to flying- aware of my anxieties of flying. Outwardly I maintained my calm but my heart sank and started to pick op in rhythm.  I knew I'd be flying home eventually, it only makes sense as the team flies out tomorrow morning but I guess I wasn't prepared for the reality of it.

"Yes," Noah nodded slowly with a bit of grimace. "but she'll need some high dose anti-nauseant. Probably best administered through an injection as her throat is too sore for any type of pill,"

 Mark went onto explain that I would be flying home late tonight/ really early in the morning after the game, with Lou Lamerlo and Brandon Shannahan. It made sense as my car is still at Billy Bishop - where we flew out from.

 "As the medication will make you sleep for the duration of the flight, you will be unable to drive yourself. Noah, can you arrange a car?- or actually - Amelia, Do you think you can arrange someone to pick you up?"

"Arranging a car is not a problem," Mark interjected but Noah 'shh' him.

"Not the problem, I don't want her to be alone like this," Noah gave me a look.

"I can try," I rasped.

 Noah collected his thing quickly as Mark went over the details for tonight before leaving, Noah giving the usual farewell.

'Call me if you need me'

***

So, here I am now waiting for Ricky to answer his damn phone.

"Hello?"

"Ricky?" My voice is just as or even raspier as it was earlier and it hurt to talk at length so hopefully this won't be long.

"Yeah?" He responded confused.

"It's Amelia, I'm trying to make this quick as my throat is killing me. Do you think you could pick me at Billy Bishop around 4 am?" I loaded the plead in my voice as I wait anxiously for his reply.

"You're really bad aren't you? I guess so. I'm at dads right now but I'll be at my mom's later which is close,"

"Thank you!" I push my vocal chords a little too which hurt my throat. "I owe you," My voice cracking slightly.

"Yeah, host my birthday and we'll call it even," I could hear the smirk in his voice.

"Deal,"

  Ended the call after a little more planning and out goodbye's, promising to text Ricky the details and where to go.

Laying back into the pillows  I feel exhausted all over again. It's almost like the nap never happened. The thought of flying gave me butterflies and not the good ones either but as Noah mentioned, he'd be giving me the good stuff that will knock me out and the flight will probably feel like nothing which is some relief.

   On the brink of falling back asleep for the third time today, there's a loud knock at my door.

Groaning  I force my emotionally and physically drain body from the bed. Practically limping to the door, I could already hear the energetic chatter of what sounds like Mitch bickering with someone.

 Opening the door revealed 2 happy smiles and 1 bored face.

"Hi?" Confused by the visit of the 3 hockey players.

"We were just following him," Mitch pointed his thumb over his shoulder at a slightly pinker Auston. "Are you surprised?" Will chirped.

I blinked at the smartly dressed hockey players, my brain too drained respond.

"I heard Noah and Mark talking about the plans for you to fly out and wanted to know if you needed anything?" Auston slightly rambled yet maintained his cool composure.  

 There are a lot of things I need right now;  to cry is one of them but I can't at this moment.

"Nothing I can think of and since you mention it. I should wish you guys Good luck tonight as I won't be seeing any of you until we're back in Toronto," Too many works- TOO MANY WORDS I clear my throat but my throat still feel likes fire.

  Leaving the players at my door, I practically dive into the fridge for a water bottle to soothe my throat.

 "Are you going to watch or sleep?" Mitch came into the room chirping.

"Sleep," I shrugged off the chirp sitting on the bed, watching the 2 remaining boys enter the room. Auston rolling his eyes at his teammate and William pouts.

"What time are you leaving?" William asked sadly.

"I leave the hotel at 1 am," I pause to clear my throat and sip my water. "The plane leaves 2 am,"

Mitch makes a face as does Will.

"Fine, you can sleep," Mitch whined childishly.

  Both Williams and Mitch's phone go off simultaneously with text notifications stopping the conversation.

"Well, it looks like I gotta go. Kappy is having a meltdown," William sighs and clearly can feel for his teammate. The memory of William staying over at my apartment to escape hockey comes to mind.

So does the little kiss.

 Pushing the memory into the back of my head I grimace.

"Yeah, me too. Marty is having tie issues," Mitch is a lighter tone and another funny face.

"Aw, well I'll see you guys," I got up and gave each a hug.

   Alone with Auston, his face changes from a passive one to a concerned one as he watches me with calculating eyes. Leaning against the door I close my eyes and sigh.

"I can't wait to go home," I mumbled gruffly.

"I bet," He joked approaching me in a couple of his long strides and pulls me into a need hug. Relaxing into his warmth, I rest my head the crook of his neck.

"Wow, you're hot," He pressed a hand through my hair- which seems to become a thing.

"Are I always?" I mutter barely above a whisper but being close to his ear he hears me. He stiffens a little but I'm too tired to care.  A large yawn sneaks up on me and I relax more of my weight on Auston.

Feeling safe.

"Okay, back into bed," Auston guides/carries back to the bed and helps me in. Flipping all the pillows to the cool side because he's a saint and fluffing them a little. I fight the sleep a little, pushing my eyes open.

"Good luck," my eyes closed again.

"Thank you," A soft press of something on my forehead and fingers combing through my hair are the last things I remember before drifting off again.

***

 For the first time this trip, I wake up on my own terms.

No alarm.

No puking.

No trying to be helpful goalies.

  It's dark out now, meaning it much be late. Taking a glance at the clock it reads 7:30 pm. Meaning the game already started.

'I was half joking, Mitch,'

  My stomach grumbled in hunger for once but was still viciously sore and upset. Calling to room service I'm able to order the chicken noodle soup and ginger-mint tea. I'm surprised the lady on the other end could even understand me as my voice is practically gone.

   I groan when the food arrives because I have to leave the bed to answer the door. The waiter rolls in the cart holding my soup and tea, he takes in my sickly face and offers sympathetic smile before leaving just as quick.

 Now standing the need to pee hits hard.

 Catching my reflection as I wash my hands, my face is so pale I look gray,  my cheeks are flushed slightly from the fever but barely, my eyes are dull and tired with dark bags.

      I look like shit.

***

          The soup is barely touched when I roll the cart out of the room the leave it by the door. My tea is still going stilling on the table beside the bed.

          It's the start of the 3rd and so far the boys in blue are winning. I had to stop myself from cheering loudly when Kappy scored but I fisted bumped the air repeatedly in joy.

  It's going great until the Caps tie it up and I again have to stop myself- this time from swearing.

   As the period goes on I can feel my eyes start to droop again.

Setting an alarm for 12 am on my phone, I slip back to sleep.

***

The alarm wakes me at 12 and to my surprise, the game is still on.

Double over-time- halfway through double over-time.

Blinking at the TV there are less than 9 minutes left and it's clear both teams are feeling exhausted. The Leafs go on the rush and the puck is in the back of the net via  Kasperi Fucking Kapanen. His teammates flood the ice, gluing him to the boards in celebration.

 I do cheer a little too hard for my condition but they won! I spring off the bed to do a jig.

THEY WON!

Time seems to fly because the next thing I know its 12:30 am I need to get my things together.

All 1 shopping bag of things.

Folding the clothes properly to fit in the shopping bag, hiding the underwear at the bottom. I grab the things Auston brought in and shove it into my purse along with his charger, that looks like he won't get back until I see him in Toronto.

 ***

 Dressed in my oversized hoodie over Auston shirt, I wait in the lobby as Mark instructed earlier. I type out a couple 'Congratulation' Text messages and sending them off to whatever Leafs in my contacts and snap chat.

   Mark comes into the lobby looking around and spots me before ushering me out of the hotel clearly in a rush as they are running late.

 Noah is in the SUV looking close to sleep.

As soon as I am buckled in, the SUV is off to the airport.

***

Everyone gets out of the SUV but Noah and I as he has to give me the needle of drugs.

"I want you to go see you family doctor tomorrow," Noah left no room for argument before his whipping my bare shoulder with an alcohol wipe and injecting the medicine.

 He hands me a neck pillow and a medical mask will a smile smirk before kicking me out of the car, where Mark is waiting to guide me into the plane and into my seat. The medicine working fast into my system.

 I am out before we even take off.

***

"Amelia?"

"We're back in Toronto," Opening my eyes, I felt sluggish as Noach warned. I nodded at the voice and gather my purse and bag, following everyone off the plane. Someone guides me to where I am being picked up.

 Leaning against the car waiting for me is not my brother but my dad.

Face marred by deep concern and worry. He quickly pushed off the car and gathering me into arms.

"Everything will be okay," He soothed hugging me tightly. Every guard breaks as my dad takes my things and drop them into the back seat. Guiding me into a better hug, tucking my face into his chest- him being 6'5".

I cried as hard as my body could let me.

My anxieties calming.

"Grazie papa," I broke down.

 ***

My dad carries me out of the car, I am in and out of sleep.

 Being placed into my own bed is magic on my body release all tension and relaxes.

"I called Dr. Z and Dr.Lambardi. We'll have everything handled when you wake,"

NEXT

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[loubuggins]

Every King Needs a Queen

Chapter 3: A Demon's Dilemma

Four years ago, Africa.

A fourteen-year-old Chloe Daniels gracefully navigated her way through the thick forestry, her senses on high alert for anything out of the ordinary, her crystal blue eyes struggling in vain to see the sun through the canopy of leaves above her. With a small towel, she whipped the sweat from her forehead, true the heat NEVER bothered her, but the humidity was another thing, and it was torture on her hair, hence why she kept it short. She placed the towel away in one of the pouches on the harness her father had given her and continued on. As she clambered over the extensive undergrowth of the Congo Rainforest, but even with the sound of her feet crunching leaves and the surrounding sounds of the forest, her sensitive ears could distinguish a shuffling of bushes a couple of feet behind her.

Chloe spun around, drawing the angel blade from a pouch on the harness, and readied for an attack. The yellowish-green bushes rustled some more, and the pink-haired warrior tensed. Dark violet hair appeared out of the bushes, quickly followed by pale skin, purple-green eyes, and an emerald cloak that blended perfectly in the forest backdrop. Before Chloe could register who it was, she lunged forward with her knife pointed right for the stranger's chest.

"WHOA CHLO! IT'S ME!" Arella threw up her hands, a dark green magic shield appearing between her and the knife.

Chloe sighed with relief placing the blade away, "Damn it, Arella, I told you not to come."

"Hey, your dad said you had to do this . . . whatever alone, but didn't say anything about me tagging along from a safe distance . . . yes I'm aware of the irony."

Chloe scowled, "This isn't 'whatever', this is an ancient Dragon Knight tradition that I have to keep going." Chloe turned away and continued her trek through the muggy forest, Arella following from a few steps behind by floating a few feet in the air. "You know it wouldn't kill you too walk once in a while."

"True, but why take the chance," Arella floated with her hands behind her back, as if she was roller skating in mid-air, "So what's the point of this anyways? Your supposed to get your dragon jewel thingy, but you can just make your own?"

"It's about the journey, Ar. All 'rites of passage's' are like this."

"Well how long is it supposed to take?" Arella sighed, but sounded more like a whine.

"No one asked you to come, you can zap home at any time."

Arella sighed again, this time getting a bit more serious, "Well you've been with me through some tough times-"

"SHH!" Chloe throw up her hand silencing her companion, her senses opened and on high alert. She took a deep breath of the air, her ears twitching ever so slightly. Her fingers slowly began to create to encase themselves in crystal creating blade-like claws. Arella stiffened, her own animal-like instincts warning her of the appending danger. Arella opened her mouth, not to talk, but to scent the air around her. Hundreds of different smells filled her senses, but years of practice taught her how to zoom in on particular ones. Chloe must have picked up the scent at the same time as her, because the female dragon knight suddenly launched her crystal claws into the clump of bushes to her left. A loud yelp came from the bushes, followed by a thud. Arella narrowed her eyes at the spot and with the flick of her out stretched hand, used her magic to float the now dead body out in the open. She laid the furry and bloodied body on the ground and stared curiously at it.

"What the hell is that?" Arella floated over to the red and tan furred canine.

"Adjule. It's a wolf-fox," More rustling came from the bushes, "And they don't hunt alone. RUN!" The teenage friends took off, Arella gliding through the air, while Chloe went on foot. Making her elbow crystal, she threw it into a nearby tree knocking it over in front of the attacking animals, but did little to detour them. "Arella, get outta here this isn't your fight." Chloe yelled over the Adjule's snarling.

"Hey, I can handle these things-"

"-No, I have to do this myself."

"Are you sure, because your running out of land."

Chloe's eyes widened. A cliff in front of her, and the pack of fox-wolves behind them, not a good combination. Once again, her fingers became crystalized and she leapt for a nearby tree, digging her claws into the bark. She pulled herself up as fast as she was able, but still had to kick off a few of the Adjule's as they bit into her legs. She moved onto a large branch, checking the bite marks on her legs.

"Oh Azar!" Arella joined Chloe on the branch.

"I've had worse," she groaned. Slowly her wounds began to seal themselves. Arella looked down at the barking creatures.

"So now what? Just wait till they leave?"

"Nope," Chloe got to her feet, and grabbed onto a nearby vine, "Time to put into practice was Uncle Gnark taught me." The young girl formed her left arm into a solid crystal battering ram, and with a high-pitched battle cry, jumped from the branch and swung on the vine. She used the vine to swing her into the group of yapping and biting canine hybrids. Her crystal arm slammed into the Adjules that had the great misfortune to be in her path.

Arella watched the scene unfold from the safety of her branch. Furred bodies were sent flying each way, some landed on others, while others hit nearby trees. The forest echoed with the whines and whimpers of the frightened pack. Arella watched as Chloe used the last of her energy to land on another tree branch. Before the canine cryptids could regather, Chloe developed more crystal claws and threw them like daggers at the remaining Adjules.

Once the last creature fell, Chloe took a seat on the branch and caught her breath. Arella kept her gaze on the lifeless bodies that now littered the forest floor. A small part of her twisted with nausea at the sight, but that was a very minute part of her. Excitement at the intoxicating metallic smell of blood began to bubble inside of her.

"Arella!" Chloe called. Arella's mixed amethyst eyes snapped up from the carnage to her friend. "Stop looking at those things like that. It's weird."

The young sorceress shook her head clear before retorting. "I'm weird? You just took out a pack of mythological fox-wolves like freaking Tarzan with a crystal bat, and you have the audacity to call me weird?"

The pinkette rolled her deep blue eyes. "Always so dramatic." Standing up again, Chloe looked down from where she stood, judging the distance.

"Don't! I can take us down there." Arella offered, having read her mind. Figuratively, not literally.

Chloe shook her head. "No way! It's not that far for me, and it beats your weird magic."

"Again, with that adjective."

Instead of coming up with a witty reply in return, Chloe bent her knees, and extended her arms and with the elegance of a gymnast, leapt from her branch, kicking off the trees around her to land firmly on the ground. Her bones shook, but only for a moment. Her abnormal strength, and the dance and gymnastics she had learned from her mother, allowed her to land unscathed. As she straightened herself and brushed off any leaves or dirt that may have stuck to her body, she felt the familiar change in air pressure that lasted only seconds. Once she was satisfied, she turned to the person who had decided to join her.

"Look Ari, I know you just want to help, and believe me I wish you could stay."

"But…"

"But I need to do this alone."

The violet girl huffed in annoyance and crossed her arms in a pout. "Why? Because some tradition says so? Screw tradition!"

Chloe sighed and her shoulders fell. "I don't expect you to understand, but I do expect you to respect my wishes." Her blue gaze met Arella's purple-green's. "Please Ari. You know I wouldn't be asking you this unless I truly meant it."

Arella gave her friend's solemn words some thought. "Alright." She let out her own sigh of defeat. "I'll go, but I don't like it."

"I didn't say you had to like it, just accept it." Chloe smiled at the other girl.

"Yeah, yeah. Just promise me, that if you need me you'll call me?"

Chloe nodded, her pink strands falling slightly in her face.

"I'm serious now. I don't care what tradition says, if you even think you could use some help, you call me, okay?"

"Yes Mom!" Chloe teased, but Arella could feel her friend's affection toward her. "Really though. I can take care of myself. I've been taught by the best." With one last glance, Arella wished her good luck, before disappearing in a dark green portal.

Present Day

The teens compromised and claimed a couple of lanes in the back corner farthest away from the civilians. They dressed in civilian attire as well, in hopes to blend in as much as possible. They didn't come all this way for photo-ops, that's for sure, but the only ones who were ever asked were Bart, Cassie, Reed on occasion, and Chloe. When Chloe was asked, Arella found it quite entertaining especially when the guys would try to get fresh with her. The last time that happened they were faced with fangs and fire. It was wonderful to listen their screams of fear . . . and pain.

While Arella waited for her turn, she sat in the bulging red booth, whispering her mantra repeatedly in order to calm her constant headache. While this place was not the worst place they could be, it certainly was far from the best. The sorceress glanced over at her best friend, who was currently in a heated game with Bart. Those two were always the most competitive. It was somewhat amusing to watch Chloe easily antagonize the red-head by using her super strength to hurl the ball in the direction of the pins, earning her a strike every time. The boy cried cheat every time, especially when they said no powers, but he was just sore, because his powers would send him flying into the pins alongside the ball (and yes, he had to learn that lesson the hard way).

It wasn't like Chloe was cheating on purpose though. Cass had the same problem. One cannot simply stop being strong. Only, unlike Cass, Chloe had to make a major production out of her so called "skills", thanks to her mother's dancing lessons. It never took long for those two to start arguing over who was the better bowler. It was a very similar agreement they would have over video games.

Yes, Chloe played video games. When she told her father, he damn near disowned her.

While listening to those two bicker was not the most pleasurable thing to do, they certainly had their moments. However, what really rubs Arella the wrong way was how easily Chloe could distract herself from all these stimuli. The dragon knight had just as good of hearing and sense of smell as Arella, maybe even better. So how she could avoid these splitting headaches, Arella may never know.

Over in her lane, was Cass, Reed, and herself of course. While Cass was a natural due in large part to her super strength, Reed held his own. He was the only one in the group to have actually had professional bowling lessons (something Arella didn't even know existed until she met him). Cass and Reed shared in friendly competition, unlike those other two crazy people next to them. Although, Arella couldn't help, but feel bad for the fire-bender whenever he'd make an unavoidable human error, and especially when his little fire ball would start flashing at him, apparently teasing him. Either he just didn't have enough power behind his swing or his foot would slide causing him to spin harder than he wanted.

Cass was friendly, but Arella would be lying if she did not say she had a sweet spot for the lanky boy. Arella knew the charming lad had a crush on her, he's carried those feelings around for a while now, but Arella never did find herself returning those feelings. There was just something about him that kept her from feeling attracted to him.

That's because he's weak.

Arella's violet-green eyes widened when she heard that unmistakable voice that raked through her brain. Usually the voice wouldn't bother her for weeks after a kill, but the time between was getting less and less.

"He's not weak." She thought back, looking toward her friends to be sure they could not hear her secret conversation.

He's a pathetic weakling. A worthless mortal, just like your father.

"Stop it!" She shouted angrily, only this time, it wasn't in her head.

"Arella are you alright?"

The young empath looked up at the freckled face of Reed Williams, who was staring intently at the young beauty.

"Huh?" Was the only word she could utter.

"Are you alright?" The young man repeated. "You sort had a random outburst."

Arella blinked at him registering what had just occurred. "Oh, um, I um…." She blushed in embarrassment as her eyes darted around the bowling alley in hopes of an opportunity. Her eyes landed on Chloe and Bart arguing a few feet away.

"I just meant I wished those two would stop arguing with each other." She shrugged.

Reed, who was sitting next to Arella in the booth, followed her gaze over to the bickering teens.

"Yeah I don't blame you. Wish they'd just get a room, you know." He joked as he turned back to the girl beside him, flashing her a boyish smile. Arella, not understanding the joke, knitted her eye brows together in confusion.

"Why would you say that? I do not detect any feelings of affection from either of them."

Reed's eyes widened comically, completely ignoring Arella's literal interpretation. "You can feel their emotions?" He asked in amazement.

Arella rose an eyebrow at him suspiciously. "You've known me for four years, and you are just now realizing this?"

"Oh, no!" The boy shook his head. "I meant, can you like, feel their emotions right this second?"

Arella nodded her head. "Yes, I can feel everyone's emotions at all times. I just don't always pay attention to them."

Suddenly, the young man's face heated up and Arella could feel his nervousness and worry rolling of him in waves.

"You…you mean…you feel everyone's emotions? Like, all the time?"

Arella stared at him, matching blushes appearing on their faces. She could feel his anxiety build like the pull of the ocean before a large wave came crashing down on the shore. Once again, she found herself putting her foot in her mouth.

"Uh…yes?" She answered weakly and watched as the young man paled in front of her. "I…I mean not all the time. Just most of the time, and only when I my terms. I have to let my mental barriers down to feel what others are feeling."

"Oh, so you don't, say, feel my emotions, do you?" The fire ball twitched, "Shut up." he snapped at it.

Arella quickly shook her head. "Nope. Not at all."

Reed let out a sigh of relief and turned away from her, focusing back on the game. "Okay, well that's cool, I guess." Flash flash. "I said shut up!"

Arella felt relieved. She was so not ready to confront him about his feelings yet, and honestly, she prayed to Azar he would forget about them sooner rather than later. She was not like normal girls her age, falling head-over-heels for a guy, longing for a romantic future. Dating just wasn't her style. Sure, she had her fair share of lustful urges, but nothing a make-out session with a random guy at the club couldn't fix. Chloe has always pushed her to pursue a long-term relationship with someone, mainly Reed, but she just couldn't picture herself as someone's girlfriend. Knowing this, the last thing Arella wanted was for Reed to confess his feelings to her, and then making her the bad guy when she, inevitably, turns him down.

"Arella, it's your turn!" Cassie snapped Arella out of her thoughts as the blonde demigoddess strolled on over to the booth, the screen above her changing from her name to Arella's. The young enchantress reluctantly stood up and floated over to the ball return, where she pointed a pale finger at the ball of her choice (a plain red 10-pounder), then floated with the ball over to the starting line at the edge of the lane. Before she could flick her wrist and send the ball rolling down the lane with her magic, Cassie called from behind her.

"No powers, Arella!" Her leader reminded her. Arella rolled her violet-green eyes and grabbed the ball floating beside her.

Ignorant slut.

Arella shook the thought away. As soon as her magic wore off, the ball's weight made the girl stumble a bit. Though she wasn't completely useless when it came to physical activity, she was certainly the laziest on the team. Everyone chastises her for her excessive use of magic, even her magic-loving mother. With a slight grunt, the female conjurer stepped back up to the line. Sliding her fingers into the proper sockets, she lined herself with the center pin, and with a deep breath, she slung her arm back and pushed it forward. The ball released from her hand and rolled down the slick lane until it began to curve toward the end. The ball ended up knocking over only a few pins on the left.

Behind her, Reed was quietly applauding her, while Cassie gave her a supportive smile.

"See, Arella, wasn't that much more fun without your powers?" The team leader probed.

Imagine how much better it would be with powers. Images of the bowling ball wrapped in dark green magic being sent flying at your pretty face!

"Not by a long shot." Arella mumbled grumpily as she floated back over to the booth.

"Where are you going, Ari? You still have one more frame." Reed reminded her with a sickenly sweet smile.

"No thanks." Arella waved him off as she took her place at the booth beside the boy.

"Oh, come on Arella, you at least have to finish this game." Cassie reasoned with her, but Arella only shook her head some more.

"Someone else can play for me, or you can delete me from the game, but I'm done being social for the day." The introverted girl declared as she lifted her arms over her head, and pulled back the hood of her sweat jacket.

While Reed looked genuinely concerned, Cassie seemed rather annoyed with the irritable sorceress.

"Fine. Don't play." The blonde bit back as she slid out of the booth to let Reed out. "We'll just have fun without you." She goaded, but Arella did not take the bait.

"Perfect." She deadpanned as she slumped further into her seat, leaning her head against the hard cushion.

While the others played their game, Arella did her best to nurse her ever-growing headache. That damn voice was becoming more and more intrusive with each passing day, forcing her to push down her demonic urges just as frequently. This, on top of the hundred or so emotions she had to block, resulting in a painful migraine and zero patience.

Let. Me. Out! The voice came again.

"No, not right now." She thought back, as she began to massage her temples.

You'll feel so much better, look. Arella looked over a few lane's down to a group of obnoxious, loud, drunken idiots. Wouldn't it feel so much better to silence them once and for all?

There was a tiny twitch at the side of her lip. "Maybe so, but that is irrelevant."

The demoness's head pounded harder, causing her to suppress a painful groan. That was the final straw.

"I need . . I need to go home." She announced, and without another word or hesitation, a portal opened under her, swallowing her up in the darkness. She heard Reed call after her, but his words faded into oblivion.

The portal reopened in the mysterious room of the dark enchantress, and the bright light shining from her ceiling stung her eyes as she left the puddle of darkness.

Wait, bright light?

Arella spun around as quick as a top, and stared wide-eyed at the older women standing by her window sill. "Maria?" Arella asked hesitantly. Maria stood as still as a statue, looking outside the window. On Arella's bed, was an open laptop, with a video paused on the screen. The young demoness looked back to her sister, her fear rising within her, and mouth running dry and hot. "Wha…what are you doing in my room?"

"This was my room first you know." Maria's attempt at humor fell short. The tension in the room refusing to be broken. Maria turned away from the window, but her emerald eyes wouldn't meet Arella's. Arella noticed they were red from tears, and her cheeks were still wet.

Something was definitely wrong.

"You're aware of my investigation of that 'mystery guy' that keeps interfering with our missions, right?"

Arella slowly nodded her head.

Maria went on. "Then it should come as no surprise to you, that I took the liberty to go to Cassidy Lodge and investigate the crime scene."

That came as a huge surprise to the youngest Logan member. No one knew about that place. NO ONE!

"And…and did you find what you were looking for?" She forced herself to find her voice.

"Well, no, not exactly."

Arella's shoulders fell, heaving out a mental sigh of relief.

"But I did find something I wasn't looking for."

Arella's head snapped back up, her body becoming rigid once more. All she could do was watch as Maria walked up to the laptop, and clicked the space-bar. Arella took a couple of steps closer, staring down at the screen as it played a video feed of the murder of Cassidy and his goons. The night those men died. The night she killed them. Viciously and without remorse.

"Arella," Maria's voice broke with sadness as the video of the heinous act played before their eyes. "What am I looking at?"

She couldn't breathe, couldn't think. All she could do was stare at the video of herself ripping apart Marcus Cassidy and his thugs, all while she wore a smile of pure demonic ecstasy.

Maria attempted to school her emotions, but the panic was already setting in, "Arella, please, tell me this isn't you." The shapeshifter begged. "Or tell me you were possessed, that you don't remember anything, that you just woke up in the midst of these corpses. That's all you must tell me, and all of this can be fixed."

Arella didn't say a word. Instead she stood there, staring at the video, her face void of any emotion. Her sister was right. It would be easy. To simply say she were possessed, that say she didn't remember. It could buy her time to find a way out of this and continue on with her life. Maybe even place the blame on someone who deserved it. Psimon, Phobia, any of them. She was clever, she could figure it out.

"Arella," Maria was practically begging at this point, "please . . . tell me-tell me you don't remember any of this . . ."

Arella pried her violet gaze away from the monitor and stared into her sister's eyes. Eyes that were filled with confusion and panic, but also torn between her love for her baby sister and her duty as a hero.

"Arella," she whispered, "Tell me. . . "

"I. . . . can't . . . " Her words were so hushed that even Maria had to strain to hear them. Arella's muddled eyes filled with fresh tears as she tore her gaze away from the screen and over to her sister. Amethyst met emerald, both broken and afraid. The air around them picked up and began to swirl around with great force. Arella's solid green cloak blew in the wind, while both the girls' hair lifted at its ends. "I can't." Arella repeated, this time louder, but muffled by the wind and the sound of objects breaking or crashing into one another.

Maria's deep green eyes painted crimson and her nails turned into claws. The women shook with fury as her rage filled eyes bore into Arella. "How could you?" She growled. With the force of both their powers, the tower walls vibrated and parts of the roof above their heads began to crumble. Arella's belongs began to soar around the room.

Arella fed off her sister's rage, and her own demon emerging from its suppression. Eyes like fire, teeth like daggers, and claws like swords. Her voice dripping with rage. "I did what had to be done!"

"What had to be done?" Her sister spat back. "You murdered people. Your duty as a hero is to protect the innocent. Your job is to force criminal to answer to justice. What you did was not justice!"

"Maybe not to you, but to the women who lost their own lives to those men, I did! All you ever do is tell me how wrong I am! Pointing out every mistake, every misjudgment, every misstep. Not once have you ever considered my point of view! Not once have to ever praised me for a job well done!"

"You are a hero, Arella. Hero's don't need praise, and they certainly have no room for error. What you did was way out of line!"

"Well I didn't ask to be a hero! I didn't ask to join this team or to follow in my family's footsteps!"

"Then why are you here?" Maria shouted.

"I don't know!"

The flying objects flung themselves one final time as the young girl fell to her knees. She had her hands out in front of her, supporting her as she hunched over with her head bowed. Her long violet hair falling over the sides of her rounded face. Tears fell freely with her eyes and landed onto the hard floor. Maria's own eyes reverted to normal as she held her head and stumbled over to the wall, pressing her body into it for support. The two remained silent for some time, with only the sound of their heavy breathing being heard. Arella was the first to break the silence.

"I'm sorry, Maria."

Maira lifted her head in the direction of her sister.

"I'm sorry, for everything. For killing those people, for disobeying you, for ruining the family name, all of it. I'm sorry."

Maria stared intently at the younger girl, her face unreadable, but shook her head. "No . . no you're not. You aren't sorry. You're only sorry you were caught."

Arella met her gaze for a brief moment, before looking away, "Yeah, maybe you're right."

Maria took in a few deeper breaths before she stood back on her feet. "You know what I have to do." She spoke as if she was trying to convince herself.

Arella nodded her head solemnly.

"If you come quietly, I can take you to Mom and Dad. They can help you, Arella, we all can."

This time Arella did something she rarely ever does, she laughed. "Help me? They've been trying to help me for eighteen years! No, I don't need their help and I don't WANT IT!"

Maria's emotionless expression turned to one of sympathy. "You aren't a demon, Arella." She offered thoughtfully.

Arella looked up at the women who now towered before her. Her eyes flashed red as she gave her a wicked smile.

"Come here and find out."

Maria's eyes glowed white as she extended her hand out to launch an entrapment on the girl, "Don't make me do this Arella!" but before she could utter her spell, a large crystal knocked into the back of her head. Arella's eyes went bug-eyed when she saw her elder sister collapse onto the floor unconscious and standing behind her, was the familiar pink-haired face of Chloe Daniels.

Chloe slammed the laptop down and took it under her arm, and said only two words. "Let's go."

Author's Notes: So I apologize for the delay. That's my fault. Took me some time to retain my momentum. Things are starting to heat up, and this story should be in full drive very soon. So stick with us! A big thank you to all who reviewed so far! Y'all are awesome! If you haven't reviewed yet, please do so. Your feedback is very appreciated and useful! Reviews add fuel to the fire, so if you want to help bearhow and I update regularly, we need to hear from y'all!

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Disclaimer: Arella Logan and Maria Logan are owned by Lou Buggins. Chloe Daniels and Marcus Cassidy are owned by bearhow. Reed is owned by the both of us. DC owns everyone else.

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[blackmissfrizzle]

A Tale of Two Soldiers- Part 2

Title: A Tale of Two Soldiers- Part 2

Pairing: Bucky x black!reader, Erik x black!reader

Summary: Erik attends the readers birthday party.

Word Count: 5150

Warnings: SMUT (18+), cussing, Erik being Erik

Read Part 1 here.

A/N: This is my first MCU fic and Erik fic. Please don’t hate me if its trash lol! There will definitely be multiple parts.  This is set after Black Panther but before Infinity War. Please reblog if you really like it!

A/N: Sorry this is so long, but I had so many ideas for this part and I didn’t want to break it up in mini-parts.

Your birthday party was in full swing. The dj was playing a mix of 80s to current music, the food smelled delicious, and you were surrounded by family and friends. The only thing that was missing were your friends on the run: Steve, Nat, Sam, and Bucky.

Your outfit was a simple, black maxi dress with black wedges, and a gold hoop earrings, which unfortunately matched Erik’s which was, a black t-shirt with black adidas joggers and his gold canine grill, which caused your family to believe you were a couple as soon as you stepped out.

“Girl, you sure he ain’t your man,” your oldest sister, Jemilah wondered as she pointed her cup to Erik while he was talking to your brothers and brothers-in-laws.

“Yes heifer! I’m sure that he’s not my man. Why you asking that stupid ass question?”

Casey, the second youngest interjected, “Because he hasn’t taken his eyes off of you since the party started.”

“Well, you need to tell him that, because the way he looking at you telling me he in love and he gon be breaking your back tonight,” Jemilah claimed.

You just told your sisters that Erik was just watching out for you, because he knew you could get a little buck wild when you drank and he didn’t want you to act a fool in front of your family. Soon, they dropped the topic to start gossiping about some of the party goers and you were thankful the attention was off of you for a while. However, your respite was short live, because your mom was strutting towards you with a man who gave you Morris Chestnut vibes with his physique and beautiful skin.

“Y/N, dear, this is Malcom. Malcom, this is my daughter, Y/N, the birthday girl.”

You shook Malcom’s hand, which was smooth unlike Erik’s or Bucky’s. While you two exchanged pleasantries, your mom listed off Malcom’s credentials like she was reading his resume. You tuned her out while seeking a way out at her blatant attempt of matchmaking, when you suddenly felt a familiar warmth behind.

“Hey princess, one of your sisters said they needed your help with something.”

You gave Erik a silent thank you and told your mom and Malcom you catch them later. Somehow your mother caught you taking a break from everyone in the kitchen. “You know, you didn’t have to have your little friend help you escape. I’m just trying to help.”

Exasperated with the same conversation with your mother you sighed, “Help with what mama? I’m not ready to settle down, especially not with some lame lawyer.”

Your mother walked up to you and grabbed your arms, “Baby, Malcom is not lame. He’s a Morehouse man, does plenty of community service for kids of color, and he worked for Obama. The Barack Obama,” she stressed. “And you ain’t getting any younger.” Of course, your mama would be the only one to consider 26 old. “I don’t understand you, Y/N. Why you must be the only one out of 6 kids to rebel against everything. You chose to go to Howard instead of Spelman like your sisters did and if you were a boy you wouldn’t go to Morehouse like your brothers, then you had the nerve to join the Marines, and when you got discharged you did something even crazier, you let my crazy ass brother and his ridiculous friend Tony Stark talk you into joining the Avengers.”

Pulling away from her, you begged your mom, “Can we not argue about this today? I just want to enjoy my friends and family and celebrate my birthday. Is that too much to ask for?”

“Is it too much for me to ask for you to be happy and safe,” your mom threw right back. After a moment of silence, surprisingly, your mom agreed to drop it but promise you two would talk more about it tomorrow.

As you made your way back outside, you joined your siblings on the dance floor and began doing the bunny hop with them. Once that ended, the dj began playing Get It Ready by DJ Jubliee and you knew you were about the cut the fuck up. You felt Erik’s familiar presence behind you and once you heard ‘walk it like a dog’ you were grinding all up Erik like y’all weren’t at a family function. When the song was over you heard your dad clear his throat to break the lust filled gazes you and Erik were giving each other.

“Sorry, daddy,” you mumbled to your dad and ran off to join your sisters and Nakia, Okyoe, and Shuri at the tables. When you joined them, you heard Jemilah mutter to the others, “Mmmhmm, ain’t my man my ass.”

“Oh, he’s not. Y/N has another suitor back home,” Shuri happily confessed.

“Traitor,” you whispered in the princess’s ear.

Casey started whipping her head around as she was in search for someone, “Why he ain’t here then?”

“James does not feel well,” Okyoe admitted while she gave you a secret wink. Thank God, she lied for you, because even though you’ve done undercover ops for some unknown reason you can’t lie to your sisters that well.

“Describe him,” Jemilah ordered.

Thinking of Bucky automatically had you in a dream-like state, “Tall. Broad shoulders. Body of a Greek God. Oh, and his eyes. They’re this deep blue—”

“BLUE?” your sisters shouted.

“You really trying to give mama a heart attack. This man white?” Casey chuckled and you shook your head yes. You knew their outburst came from the fact that your mama had this goal of all her children have a black love relationship like her and your father. It wasn’t bad that she promoted black love, you really appreciated it, but she was harsh on y’all if you tried dating someone outside your race, she and Erik had that in common. You remembered when Casey brought back her white boyfriend during Christmas break one year and your mama was so hard on the poor boy, he didn’t make it to Christmas Eve dinner.

“He is. And I obviously don’t care what she thinks, so lets drop it ok,” you demanded and thankfully the women obliged.

You and the other women discussed the Wakanda Outreach program, when Casey swore, “Aww fuck! Here comes ‘Cousin Faith’.” Now you really didn’t have a Cousin Faith, her real name was Stephanie, but you and your sisters called her Cousin Faith because she was always trying to steal one of y’alls man, even after your sisters got married.

“Y/N, how the fuck you bag a prince,” Stephanie whined.

Clearly confused you looked at her crazy, “Girl, what are you talking about? I’m not dating any prince.”

“Not yet anyway. That dread-headed nigga, Erik. He was talking to your mama and daddy about how he sees a future with you, and said his last name is ummmmm… shit….it’s something foreign.”

“Udaku,” Shuri interjected.

“Yes that’s it,” Stephanie exclaimed. “And your mama walking around saying you marrying a prince and you’re gonna be princess of a country of black people. Girl she even kicked that lame nigga, Malcom out the party. Talking about she don’t want him to mess up your chances with Erik.”

Your sisters just stared at you with slacked jaws and wide eyes at this revelation. You only told them that Erik was an American close with the Wakandan royalty and worked for the Wakanda Outreach Program out in Oakland. Jemilah was the first to say something, “Whew chile. You better get ready for that wedding, because you know mama ain’t gon let up now she knows he’s a prince.” You just rolled your eyes at her and went in search for the soon to be dead prince of Wakanda.

Erik must have known you were looking for him, because when you put your sight on him he ran the opposite direction and went inside the house. The nigga was fast because he was nowhere to be found.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y. where is Mr. Stevens,” you called out to the AI.

“In the downstairs bathroom by the kitchen. I have unlocked the door for you.”

You shouted out a thanks to the AI and proceeded to find Erik rolling a blunt in the bathroom. Wasting no time, you decked that nigga in his pitbull ass face. “Oh shit, princess! That hurt. What the fuck is your problem?”

Pointing a finger at the handsome but infuriating man, you responded, “What’s my problem? My problem is you telling my mama that you a whole damn prince!”

Erik rubbed his chin and smirked at you, “So what you’re saying is, you’re mad at me for telling the truth about being a prince, but you ain’t mad that I told your parents I have plans for making you my wife.”

Oh shit, you forgot about the part. Damn, now this nigga really thought he had a chance, but somewhere inside of you knew that the prospect of being Erik’s wife sounded ideal, but you couldn’t let him know. “That’s beside the point Erik. You knew my mama thinks of herself as a so-called matchmaker and you just add fuel to her fire. She’s not gonna stop until I become Mrs. Y/N Udaku.”

Erik couldn’t stop cheesing when he heard your name in front of last name, it gave him a sense of pride that he hope would become true someday. “Baby girl, I’m sorry,” He lifted your chin so you could make eye contact with him, “But after you were throwing that ass, your parents pulled me aside and started asking a bunch of questions about you and I.” At this moment in time Erik looked nervous and unsure of himself when he rubbed the back of his neck. “And, shit princess, I couldn’t lie to them. I wanted my intentions to be clear to them and I threw in my last name so your mama could stop pushing that wack ass Morris Chestnut wannabe up on you.”

With Erik’s declaration out in the open you couldn’t really be mad at him anymore. Rubbing at your temples, you said “I guess I understand. But you don’t understand that my mama is about to work my nerves even more this weekend.”

Erik got that devilish glint in his eye when he was up to no good and presented you with the blunt. You were automatically shaking your head no, because you didn’t smoke, and Erik knew that. “Erik, I can’t smoke that. I never smoke it right and I’ll be wasting the blunt.”

“Nah, its your birthday and I caused you some trouble at your party, so imma get you high,” Erik was practically pushing the blunt in your face. You jumped on the sink counter and took the blunt to your mouth so Erik could light it up. Your first couple of inhales had you coughing, but you finally got the hang of it and it was becoming smooth.

Sensing that you were comfortable with smoking, Erik was pushing the hem of your dress up and kneeling on the ground. “Boy what are you doing,” you questioned him with half hooded eyes.

Again Erik had that damn devilish glint, “Imma help you relax even further baby, so you won’t even be aggravated by your mama.” You just let out a sigh of content and was about to hit the blunt, when you felt Erik’s tongue on your pussy. First, he was making small, slow licks and began to pick up the pace until you felt an orgasm overcome you. “Please…please,” you begged.

“Please, what,” Erik mumbled.

“Please don’t stop,” you slurred out.

And when you didn’t think it was possible began flicking your clit even faster and inserted two curled fingers inside of you. It didn’t take long for you to gush all over Erik’s mouth and fingers. You were in a world of euphoria thanks to the blunt and Erik, that you ordered Erik, “Take your dick out.”

It took him a little while for the words to register in his brain, but once they did he was pulling down his pants and boxer briefs, “Shit, you ain’t gotta tell me twice.” Erik grabbed a condom and rolled it onto his hard length. Once, he was sheathed, you grabbed Erik by his dick and guided him inside of you. When he was completely inside, you both let out a sight of content, and then he began thrusting into with wild abandonment. You both knew this little fuck session couldn’t last long, because people at the party would notice you two were missing, so Erik made quick work and had you both cumming within two minutes.

After being thoroughly fucked by Erik, you two return to the party, him to the tables and you to the food to make y’all some plates. You just sat in Erik’s lap when you put his plate in front him when your eldest brother, Thomas, interrupted y’all from eating, “Damn, nigga! What the hell you do to my baby sister?”

Both you and Erik looked at each other confused. “What do you mean by that,” Erik questioned.

“Little miss thing over here,” Thomas said while pointing at you, “has said she will never make a man’s plate, because his arms and legs works just as well as hers and she be too damn hungry to make two plates.”

Erik looked at you adoringly while you just wanted to go under a rock and die. Thankfully, Casey slapped Thomas in the back his head, stating he needed to keep his damn mouth closed. Erik just gave you a small kiss on the cheek and a quiet thank you, and then y’all resumed eating without any more embarrassing moments for you.

It was about half hour later and it was time for you to open your presents. T’Challa, Shuri, Nakia, and Okoye designed your gift. T’Challa presented you with a long skinny box that was wrapped in onyx wrapping paper. You made quick work of the wrapping paper and opened the box, which revealed a sword, your preferred weapon.

“Its completely made of vibranium. I used training footage of your fighting technique and designed the sword to compliment you. Even if someone else got ahold of it, it wouldn’t be as deadly as it is with you. Its almost like Thor’s hammer,” Shuri explained.

“Whoa, that’s badass,” your twin nephews exclaimed in unison.

“Watch y’all mouths,” your mom reprimanded the boys while you gave a thanks to Shuri, Nakia, T’Challa, and Okyoe.

“Its our turn now,” Tony announced while he Pepper approach you. You watched your mom roll her eyes as Tony presented you with a manila envelope, not even trying to hold his disdain for him.

“Before you open that, I just want to tell you something Rhodey Jr.,” Tony held up his hands and stopped you from opening your gift. “I’m proud to say its been a pleasure from watching you grow up from that annoying little brat that Rhodey would bring here during the summers to a badass, intelligent young woman. And Pepper and I want to thank you for helping with everything, so you deserve this brat.”

You were on the verge of tears, but you knew Tony didn’t do crying so you just hugged him instead. “Whoa kid, you haven’t even open it yet,” Tony exclaimed as he patted you on your back. At that you went back to the envelope to discover a document. For a while you just sat there in silence as you read over the document a couple of times just to make sure your eyes weren’t deceiving you.

Getting tired of your silence, your Uncle Ray demanded, “Girl tell us what it says!”

Breaking out of your trance, you mumbled, “They gave me a 20% share of Stark Industries.” Instantly you went up to Tony and Pepper and pleaded with them to take it back, even with it just being 20% they just made you a billionaire. “Guys you can’t give this to me. This is too much. What about your future kids? They deserve this more than me. You gotta take it back,” you ranted.

“Y/N, no one deserves this more than you do. You work about as much as Tony and me on Stark Industries business, so 20% is nothing,” Pepper explained to you.

You knew that you wouldn’t win the argument, so you gave the couple another thank you and sat down for your final gift. Erik approached you and set down a gift bag in front of your face. “Happy birthday, princess.”

When you reached into the bag you pulled out three tickets, three Beyoncé concert tickets to be exact.

“Beyoncé?!?!?!?” you exclaimed.

“Yeah umm, I got ‘em for you and your sisters,” Erik responded shyly. “They’re meet and greets also. But I got the whole day plan for y’all: massages, mani and pedis, hair appointments, and a shopping spree.” Your jaw dropped more when Erik listed what he had planned for us that day. You couldn’t understand how someone so aggravating, annoying, and selfish could be so thoughtful and selfless at the same time.

“Do you need a wife, girlfriend, side ho, concubine or something? Because damn nigga, that’s one hell of a birthday present,” Casey blurted out, causing her husband to tell her to shut up and sit her ass down, and Jemilah to punch her in her shoulder.

Erik chuckled and waved his hand, “Na ma, I’m good. Besides I only got eyes for one Y/L/N,” Erik stated while looking you dead in the eyes. All the women at the table practically sighed in amazement at Erik’s confession. Pointing at the gift bag, Erik mentioned there was another present in the bag. This time you brought out a small velvet box and fear overcame you. You heard your mom whisper to your dad hoping it was a ring and you were hoping for the complete opposite. Noticing the apprehension on your face, Erik calmed you down, “Chill out, its not a ring. I’m not proposing yet.”

Your mama nudged your dad in his ribs, “You hear that Charles? He’s not proposing yet.” And your dad just responded with a grunt, still not giving his full approval yet. “I like you more and more with each passing moment young man,” your mom called out to Erik.

Relief overcame you and that’s when you opened the box, revealing a necklace with a black and gold jaguar pendant inscribed with a Wakandan text.

“Warrior princess,” Erik said pulling you out of your trance.

“Huh?”

“It says warrior princess. You can kick anybody’s ass, so you’re a warrior, and you’re my princess, so you’re a warrior princess,” Erik explained.

“Girl, if you don’t marry him, imma beat your ass personally and then take him for myself,” your Aunt Charlene blurted out.

You couldn’t help but laugh at your outspoken aunt’s words, but you also knew she would keep her promise, which made you briefly think of a future with Erik. Not wanting to dwell on those thoughts too long, you gave him a kiss, thank him for your gifts, and whispered in his ear that you would properly thank him in the bedroom later on that night, which resulted in him growling in your ear and rubbing on your ass in front of your whole family.

After you finished receiving the rest of your gifts, your Uncle James pulled you to the side. “Here, this came a couple of days ago and I didn’t want you to open in front of everyone,” James declared as he handed you a package.

You knew it couldn’t be a gift from your uncle, because he already gave you his earlier. Inside of the package was a sketchbook, which confused you because you couldn’t draw for shit, but once you open it you knew exactly who sent the book. It was from Steve. He sent you a book full of drawings of you with him, Sam, Nat, or Wanda. There was a picture of you struggling doing your hair during wash day and Sam just laughing at you, another one of you and Nat flat on your asses because y’all managed to take each other down at the same time, one of you having a heart attack while Wanda lifted you in the sky with her powers, and one of you and Steve watching tv during one of your many movie nights. As you made your way through the drawings, a note fell out:

Sorry kid, we couldn’t make your birthday. Sam’s a little sad that we can’t go to the strip club, that you made me promise I would go to on your birthday. However, I’m thankful. I still don’t think I’m quite ready for that. It sucks that we’re not there but trust me we’re doing fine, which brings me to my point. Although, its very much appreciated STOP SENDING MONEY. I don’t want you to get caught, that’s the whole reason we kept you out of the fight in the first place. Don’t worry we’ll see each other soon. Happy birthday, Y/N! Love, S.R.

P.S.- Sam speaking here, I’m not little mad, I’m BIG mad that we’re not at the strip club! Don’t listen to the big guy, keep sending that money. Do you know what type of motels we’ve been staying in? Its not good for my delicate skin. Just kidding, I guess, stay safe kid and happy birthday!

Before you knew it, tears were falling onto the note. “Thanks for giving this to me Uncle James,” you mumbled in between sniffles.

Pulling you into a hug, your Uncle responded, “No problem.” You were making your way out his embrace when he pulled you back, “One more thing. Be careful with that Killmonger.”

You were about to ask your uncle how did he know about Erik’s military codename, but you remembered that he was a colonel and had access to the most sensitive information. Hugging him tighter you told Uncle James, “I will.”

You went up to your room to put away your gifts and clean your face when you got a notification from your kimoyo beads. Suddenly, Bucky’s face appeared before and he immediately took in your red and puffy eyes, “What’s wrong, doll?”

You waved him off, “Nothing. Steve sent me a birthday present, so the waterworks came.”

“That punk. I’ll make sure to beat him up the next time I see him. How’s the party?”

“Its great! Tony and Pepper gave me a 20% share of the company, Shuri—” you absentmindedly went out your room, not thinking about anyone seeing you talking to Bucky, then BOOM, you ran into your sisters in the hallway.

“Bitch, is that the Winter Soldier!?!?” Casey all but screeched. You immediately pulled them inside your room, so no one could see or hear them. “Y/N he’s fine! So, this was the James you were talking about. What kind of conditioner he use, because his hair is on point,” Casey rambled.

“I gotta handle this Buck. Talk to you later?”

Bucky saw your problem and quickly reassured you, “Yeah no problem, doll. Happy birthday and talk to you later.”

“Doll???” Both of your sisters questioned playfully.

Frustrated that they caught you talking to an international fugitive, you asked your sisters, “What the hell y’all doing up here?”

“We were coming up to say goodbye to our baby sister. What the hell you doing talking to an international fugitive,” Jemilah threw right back.

It was Casey turned to speak, “Didn’t he kidnap your ass once and kill T’Challa’s daddy?”

“Yes, to the first question, but he was brainwashed and no to the second, someone used his face as a mask and framed him,” you informed your sisters. Giving them both your puppy dog eyes, you pleaded to them, “Promise y’all won’t say anything. Even to your husbands.”

Jemilah and Casey came and sat on the bed with you and each grabbed one of your hands. “Y/N you know we won’t. If you say he didn’t do those things, then he didn’t do it. We trust you. Now you better hope mama don’t find out he’s the reason you’re not with Erik, because she would flip her shit,” Casey confided in you. Thankful for your sisters you hugged them and returned downstairs to say goodbye to the rest of the guests.

When you returned back to your room, you found Erik without his shirt laying on the bed and scrolling through his phone. Deciding to skip a shower for now you got out of your outfit, just leaving you with your bra and panties on and joined Erik on the bed. “You know, you didn’t have to give me all those presents for my birthday. I would’ve been fine with one or the other,” you whispered to Erik.

“No, baby girl. You deserve that and so much more. I just wanna show you how much I appreciate you.”

“Honestly E, I don’t know what I did to deserve this,” you said as you traced his scars.

“Are you for real,” Erik asked incredulously as he rolled your body underneath him. “Princess, you saved my life up on that mountain. I owe you my life.”

The battle was getting tiring and you didn’t know if it would ever end, even with the help of the Jabri tribe. One second, you’re knocking out one member of the Border tribe, and then the next you see all of the Border tribe on their knees surrendering to the Dora. And what a sight to see, all of those men kneeling before women. However, you didn’t get to enjoy it for too long, as T’Challa called you over the comms. “Y/N, I need you to meet me on the mountain. Erik’s hurt.”

Dropping everything you had and running towards the mountain, you replied, “I’m on my way.” On your way towards the cousins you thought about how your stay in Wakanda wasn’t suppose to be about fighting a war against your ex-fling. When you came here it was for keeping an eye out onBucky and not wanting to return to America after the way Tony and Steve fell out because of the Accords, but here you are running towards a man, who you had a brief fling but intense connection with, who was also dead set on killing his cousin, because of the sins of his father.

“Bury me in the ocean, with my ancestors that jumped from the ships, because they knew death was better than bondage,” you heard Erik declare. You made it up to the panther mountain just in the nick of time, because Erik was pulling out the spear, but thankfully you stop him. “What the hell are you doing, Y/N,” Erik grunted.

“Saving your dumbass. What do you think?”

Erik chuckled and even near death’s door he was beautiful, “I see you still got jokes. I hope you know I ain’t getting lock’d up, so let go princess.”

“No.”

“No?” Erik echoed.

“Did I stutter nigga? No.”

T’Challa interrupted yours and Erik’s banter, “Y/N, I said help him, not antagonize him.”

Turning towards the rightful king, “Chill, I got this,” you assured him. Turning your attention to the would-be usurper, you instructed Erik, “You’re not dying today, I won’t let you.”  “All the shit you’ve done was payback for you and your dad, right,” you questioned.

At that Erik just shook his head, so you continued on. “But didn’t he just want you to come to Wakanda and experience its wonders?” Again there was another head nod from Erik. “So, why would you want to die? Yeah, you might have to spend a little bit of time locked up, but it won’t be forever. Your cousin understands your pain. You were abandoned as a child with no one in your corner, let T be in your corner now. Let Shuri be in your corner, let Queen Ramonda be in your corner, let me be in your corner!”

By now, both you and Erik had tears falling down. It was a rare moment where both of you were vulnerable and both of you were crying for the boy in Oakland who lost his innocence. You were confident enough that Erik wouldn’t remove the spear, so you let it go and cupped his face instead. “What King T’Chaka did to your father was wrong, but T’Challa is not his father, just like you’re not N’Jobu. He’s T’Challa and you’re N’Jadka, y’all can be better than your fathers ever were.”

“Ok, princess, you got me. Besides I still need to take your country bumpkin ass to Oakland,” Erik joked with you.

“Thank Bas,” T’Challa murmured off to the side.

“Nigga, how many times I gotta tell you I’m from Houston and that’s a major city, not some podunk ass town. Anyways you can’t convince me Cali is better than Texas. Y’all may have Tupac but we got Beyonce and Whataburger is better than In-n-Out,” you argued back with Erik, grateful that he decided to live.

“Whatever, I’ll prove you wrong. But are either one of you niggas gon help me or y’all just gon talk me to death,” Erik questioned. Both you and T’Challa shared a look before y’all rolled your eyes at Erik’s antics and helped him up. You both knew keeping Erik alive was the right thing to do, but you also knew he would sometimes make you regret the decision.

“E, babe, I just talked to you, you responded back as you absentmindedly traced his scars.

“Well, that talk convinced me to live. Now thanks to you, I have a family, I have a home, I have a noble purpose, I get to watch those Wakandan sunsets my dad always talked about. Baby girl, I owe you everything. I’ll be with you always, even if you decide to get with tin man, even though it would be a mistake, because I’m the better choice.” You playfully slapped Erik across his chest, which he thought was an invitation for play fighting.

A couple of minutes later, you ended up on your back again, and one of Erik’s legs in between yours. He cupped your chin, “I’m serious princess. I’ll never stop being thankful,” Erik confessed. For a while the pair of you stared in each other’s eyes until you reached up to kiss him. Then, Erik made quick work of getting rid of his and yours remaining clothes. Once you were both naked, he entered inside of you and for the first time ever, you and Erik made love and not fuck. While he was giving you slow deep strokes, and whispering sweet nothings and praising you in your ear, you fully admitted to yourself that you were falling in love with Erik and being Y/N Udaku-Stevens wouldn’t be such a bad thing.

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Tiny Guy's Arrival

Warning: this is a really long post and contains details regarding childbirth.

I had been on maternity leave for two weeks already. Working night shift while being as far along as I was was too hard. The first week was like vacation. I enjoyed time with the Big Kiddo and relaxed. As I rolled into my 39th week of pregnancy, though, I started getting impatient with Tiny Guy. I was eating handfuls of dates, taking long walks, bouncing on the exercise ball every time I sat down and more in an attempt to get the little guy out. When my midwife told me I was only 1 cm dilated and 60% effaced during my visit that week, I almost cried. My due date came and went.

Two days later I woke up from an unusually restful night’s sleep around 7 am. I had to pee of course and also had some intestinal cramping which I chalked up to the Coldstone ice cream I’d had the night before. Big Kiddo got up with me and we started our day. I thought we might go to the park later to get us out of the house. As I sat with the Big Kiddo, watching YouTube train videos, I realized that my intestinal cramping wasn’t going away. Not only that but the pain was getting a little more intense yet I was still unsure about what was going on. When I was in labor with the Big Kiddo, my contractions were like menstrual cramps, which these did not feel like. So I texted my (childless) sister to get her opinion on the situation. This was no help but the subsequent call to our mother was helpful. She told me that it could be labor and I should call my midwife’s office. The nice nurse at the office told me to start timing the cramps, drink a lot of water (to see if the cramps were caused by dehydration), try to relax, and call back in an hour or two.

After two large glasses of water and a nice warm shower, the cramps were about 30 seconds long and 6 minutes apart. I still wasn’t sure I was in labor despite the regularity of the cramps. When the nurse called me back two hours later, I reported my continued cramps and she asked if I wanted to come into the office to just to see what was going on. Agreeing that coming in would be a good idea, we set up an appointment for about 3 hours from then. Getting off the phone with the nurse, I promptly called my dad who would be watching the Big Kiddo in case of labor to inform him that we’d be dropping the Big Kiddo off during the appointment. I also called my mom who was out, to let her know the plan.

And so the cramps continued. I made myself a sandwich, watched the Big Kiddo’s YouTube videos with him, but didn’t continue to monitor the length and spacing of my cramps. It probably wasn’t labor, I thought. As I attempted to make another sandwich, though, I had to stop and actively cope with my cramps. Maybe it actually was labor. I whipped out my contraction tracking app and began to keep track again. They were about a minute long, 2-3 minutes apart. Everything I’d read and been told was that it was time to go to the hospital when the contractions were 4 minutes apart, last about a minute, and this had been going on for about an hour. Well, they were closer than 4 minutes, so, finally accepting that I was in labor, I called the office again to let them know. The nurse had the on call midwife call me who agreed that it was time for us to come to the birth center to have a baby.

Husband got the Big Kiddo ready to go, since we still had to get him to my dad, and, grabbing the long packed hospital bag, off we went. I continued to cope with the contractions as we made the 20 minute drive to my parents’ house. Dropping the Big Kiddo off, all we told my dad was that we were going straight to the birth center. 15 minutes later we arrived at the outpatient midwifery birth center at St Joseph medical center. I had chosen the birth center because it offered the best of both worlds; a home like setting where the most medical of interventions for pain relief was nitrous oxide that was a 4 minute gurney ride away from a level 3 NICU and surgeons in case anything went wrong.

Our nurse met us at the door and walked us back to a triage room. She put me on the monitor and started doing intake. Tiny sounded good on the monitor but, due to the fact that I was obviously contracting often, the nurse didn’t even try to get a reading on my contractions. The midwife came in next and did a cervical check. “8-9 cm with a bulging bag,” she announced. To one of the birthing suites we went. I was introduced to the doula and asked if I wanted a water birth, to which I replied “I don’t know” because decision making was beyond me at that time. As I made myself as comfortable as I could on the bed, there was a flurry of action around me as everyone prepared for what they thought was an imminent delivery. During one of my subsequent cervical checks which happened during a contraction, my water broke.

“There’s mec in the fluid,” the midwife said to the room at large. “Do you feel like pushing? Is the baby coming right now?” she asked me. To which I again replied “I don’t know.” The nurses and midwife explained to us (though mostly to the Husband) that Tiny Guy had passed meconium (his first poop) while inside, which can be a sign of distress, and that, per protocol, we should transfer to the hospital so the NICU team could be on hand. They also said that if baby was coming right then (ish) we could deliver there. Tiny’s heart tones weren’t concerning, so they could push it.

The last cervical exam revealed that I had an anterior lip, just a small amount of cervix in the way. The midwife decided to have me push while trying to get the lip out of the way but after several pushes, she wasn’t successful. It was then that the team decided to transfer. They brought is a gurney and had me slide over. Off we went. Up one floor from the birth center, across a sky bridge into the hospital proper, up the tower elevators to the 14th floor and into a labor room. Of course, I only know the path we took because of working at the hospital, as I kept my eyes closed in order to concentrate on keeping on top of the contractions during our journey. Lucky for us, our nurse and midwife got to follow us to the hospital since they weren’t needed back at the birth center.

Another exam revealed the reason Tiny Guy wasn’t out quite yet despite me being nearly fully dilated; he was OP (occiput posterior) or what’s commonly known at sunny side up. My care team decided to try to get him to turn. This would be achieved by me changing positions and moving. Every time my nurse told me to get in a new position, I told her no, followed by her telling me, in her “mom” voice, that I was going to do it, if only for a couple contractions. Also during this time, I asked to be knocked out under general anesthesia and have a cesarean birth, which was met by a stern no from my nurse (again in her mom voice). While in the fourth position they put me in, something changed, I felt Tiny slip down, just a little farther. I also felt a stronger urge to push.

I looked over at whoever was sitting next to me (nurse or doula maybe) and told her it was time to push. Again, another flurry of activity as the midwife was summoned and they got all the equipment ready. They coached me through a couple pushes before I felt him crowning. Let me just say that ring of fire is no joke but two more contractions with pushing, and he was out. He went straight to my stomach (his cord was too short for him to make it to my chest) where, after about 5 seconds, he began to yell his head off. I had done it! I was so relieved and happy that I was laughing but also pretty close to tears. It was such a wonderful feeling to finally be able to hold him in my arms.

Once his cord stopped pulsing, Tiny Guy’s cord was cut and he moved up to my chest. Getting the placenta out was painful but nothing compared to the baby. The midwife also had some small tears to repair, so I spent the first half hour or so on my back. Finally, all patched up, I was able to sit up and nurse my tiny guy. Born at 5:22 p.m. on July 31st, Tiny weighed 7 pounds 9.7 ounces, a little over a pound heavier than his big brother, and was 19.69 inches long.

We spent the night in the hospital, being cared for by my wonderful co-workers. It felt like being cared for at home by family. At 24 hours old, we were discharged to our actual home.

It should be noted that my Husband was with me the entire time, though I didn’t mention him much in this tale. He stayed by my side, held my hand when I needed him to, and gave me the encouragement I had previously asked him to. He was the rock I needed. He even knew I needed some stern encouragement but was wise enough not to give it himself.

Becoming a family of four has been a very large adjustment. The Big Kiddo has been wonderful with an occasional tendency to be a little whinier than before. We’re going to have to continue to make adjustments of course. In the next month, the Big Kiddo goes back to school and I go back to work. It’s a joy, though, to have my big kid and my tiny guy.

#birth story #family #childbirth #newborn #baby

[nialledfromfics]

a niall horan oneshot

pairing: Niall/ofc

word count: 14,226

warnings: explicit sexual content

If I could be anywhere else in the world right now, I would. I hated being at the club. Full of nothing but rich grumpy old men walking around drinking their scotches and smoking their cigars and occasionally partaking in, what is possibly, the most boring sport in the entire world. Golf. It seemed to have become more of a social club at this point for the older members, with the younger, newer members filling out the greens and the putting lanes.

So, yes, I hated it. The only time I remotely even pretended to tolerate it, was when it was absolutely, crucially necessary. Basically only showing up to look pretty and stick on a smile for whatever family photo-op my Dad needed for the club’s yearly annual or if we were referenced in the city’s paper and on the news, which was often the case. We were a highly influential family, rich in money and our many charities.

See, my father owned the most prestigious and exclusive members only golf club in the state. Has since before I was born. A southern country club girl born and raised, I don’t really know much of anything else besides attending the best private schools and how to successfully run a golf club. I’m an only child, and a bit of a Daddy’s girl, and proud of it.

But none of that meant that I enjoyed lagging around after my father as he got ready to play his morning round before the club opened on this particular day.

“Daddy! This is insane!” I shrieked at him, huffing out a breath as I shuffled behind him. “I'm supposed to be meeting up with my friends in an hour!”

“Lambchop, I told you,” he told me, his face staring forward as he stopped at the large glass doors that led out to the veranda and the putting greens, “I need you to be here with me this morning.” I caught up to him, stepping by his side just as glanced down at me.

Shaking my head, I crossed my arms over my chest. “I just don’t understand why you need me here. You play a round every morning just fine without me.”

He gave me a smile, throwing his arm around my shoulder. “Because, Lambchop…” I looked up at him, watching as he turned his stare back to fixate on the vast open green of the course in front of us through the window of the door, “I just want to spend a little time with you.” He turned his face back to mine before grabbing the handle of the door and pushing it open, dragging me through with him as I rolled my eyes. “Twenty minutes, okay? Then you are free to go.”

“So, I’m just supposed to follow you around the course for twenty minutes?” I snapped at him, stopping in my tracks as he laughed and whipped around to face me.

“Don’t like spending time with your old man, huh?”

I cocked my hip out, pursing my lips together. “Daddy…”

He shook his head as he pulled his white golf glove out of his back pocket, both of our eyes falling to watch as he slipped it on his hand. Interrupted by the sound of footsteps across the concrete veranda floor, I glanced up and my lips slowly began to part as I caught glimpse of him. A boy. My eyes ran from the tips of his bright green runners all the way up his slim body, my stare stalling to fixate on the completely transcendent blue of his eyes.

Gulping back a shaky breath, I watched as he locked eyes with me, his lips tugging up at the corners as he smiled big, nodding his head and walking right up to my father. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. It was the first time I had ever seen him around the club and I couldn’t help but think that he was, without a doubt, the prettiest boy I had ever seen in my entire life.

Setting down my dad's golf bag with a thump, the boy held out his hand to him. I watched as my dad reached out to shake his hand, my stare flicking between the both of them. “Lambchop, this is Niall–"

I roughly knitted my brows, confused but incredibly intrigued. “What happened to Steve?” I asked him, cutting him off as my voice went unusually high.

“Steve had to be let go. Niall is my new caddie now,” he informed me, eyes focused on his clubs that Niall had placed in front of him.

The blond headed boy turned his body and took a step towards me, holding out his hand. Flicking my eyes down, I couldn’t help but notice the slightly worn and reddened skin around his thumb nail. Looking back up into his eyes, I hesitantly reached out, my bottom lip tucking into my mouth as he gently wrapped his fingers around my small hand and lightly shook it. “Nice to meet ya, Lambchop,” he mumbled out to me in a heavy Irish accent, a half smirk pulling on his lips as he raised his brow. I rolled my eyes and quickly yanked my hand back from his.

Giving me a chuckle, he spun around to grab at the handle of my father’s golf bag and swiftly slugged it up over his shoulder. I quietly kept my stare glued to him, letting the two of them walk in front of me as I reluctantly followed them over to the golf cart. Hopping in next to my father, Niall sat himself in the back and held onto the clubs as we drove over to the first tee. The short ride was a silent one, and I was desperately fighting off the urge to peer over my shoulder to get a quick glimpse of him.

Pulling up to the tee, my father stepped out and Niall jumped up from the back seat, grabbing the bag and throwing it over his shoulder. “Need a hand?” he asked, stopping beside me and holding out his large hand, his thick fingers spreading apart slightly. I flicked my eyes up to his and shot him a forced smile.

“No. I stay in the cart,” I told him sternly, my voice low. He rolled his lips in his mouth and faintly nodded his head before spinning around and strutting over to the tee. Sitting back against the seat, I crossed my legs and intently watched as Niall lugged the heavy bag over to where my father was standing and handed him his driver club. He stepped back to watch him as he took a few practice swings.

Licking at my lips, I narrowed my eyes and hooked my arm up on the back of the seat, resting my head in my palm as I took in the sight of Niall. He was a lot different than the other caddies my dad usually had, much younger and a hell of a lot better looking. His body was lean; skinny legs and broad shoulders and he had a neck on him like a damn tree trunk. He had this really thick blond hair, obviously dyed as his dark roots were showing and the bluest eyes I had ever seen, literally breathtaking. His nose was tinged a cherry red, his pale Irish skin must having burned easily in the southern sun and he had a smile on him that was so bright, it could probably light up the world if it needed to.

Shaking my head from my absurd thoughts, I reached into my sweater pocket to pull out my phone and began typing out a text to my friend. A smile quickly spread on my face and a light giggle slipped out of my mouth as we started to text back and forth.

“Somethin’ good on there?”

His deep voice startled me and I shot my wide stare up to look at him, squinting one eye shut from the glare of the sun as he picked up the golf bag and tossed it in the back of the cart. “None of your business,” I grumbled out, tipping the screen away from his view so he couldn’t see anything.

He rolled his eyes at my blunt action, shaking his head as he stepped around to the driver’s side of the golf cart and sat down in the seat next to me. Pulling in my brows, I whipped my head around to where the tee was as I searched for my dad. “He’s already walkin’ down,” Niall mentioned, “Told me to drive ya there.”

I looking back over at him as he started up the cart. “Wasn’t lookin’ at your phone, by the way. Could care less what a spoiled little girl like you is doin’.” I scrunched my face up, my mouth falling open slightly at his comment as he began driving down the fairway path to the green.

“Excuse me?” I spit out, my eyes practically glaring right through him.

He let out a snort, peering over at me through the corners of his eyes. “What? Did I say somethin’ wrong?” he sneered, his stare flicking back in front of him.

“Um...yeah,” I quipped, my one hand flying over to grip tight at the side handle as he drove faster down the allotted paths. “You do realize you are working for my father, right?”

He harshly pressed on the brake, my body slinging forward as the cart came to a screeching halt. Keeping his grip tight to the wheel, he tipped his head over to look at me as he raised a brow. “Yeah. Work for your dad. Not you.”

He hopped out of the cart, my mouth still hanging open in shock as my stare followed him walk around to the back of the golf cart and grab at the bag. “What is your problem?” I snapped at him, fully twisting my body around to watch as he pulled a 9-iron out of the bag and slung the strap over his shoulder before lifting it up with a hefty grunt.

He flicked his blue eyes to mine, his jaw clicking over to the side. “Spoiled little rich girls like you, are me problem. Can’t even get their head out of their own arse for two seconds to even say a proper hello to someone. Let alone have a decent conversation.”

Pursing my lips together, I furrowed my brows as he gave me a nod and began sauntering off towards where my father was standing on the green. With my eyes still glued to him, I could feel the wicked heat of anger pulsing to my cheeks as he stopped and turned back around to face me, holding out both of his hands as he walked backwards. “It’s a shame too,” he called out to me, but not quite loud enough for my father to overhear, “ ‘cause you’re pretty fuckin’ cute.”

My jaw clenched as I huffed out a breath, rolling my eyes and slumping my body down into the seat. I heard him let out a laugh, possibly as loud and obnoxious as he was as he swung back around and half jogged over to join my dad.

His stupid bright blue eyes and wide beaming smile were literally the only things I could think about the whole rest of the night. After I stormed off, huffing and puffing all the way back to my car, I sat in a tizzy, absolutely fuming that some overly cocky and outright annoying caddie had totally gotten to me. I had forgotten about him for a little while, the distraction from my friends helping to push that horrible morning out of my head, but as I laid in my bed that night, wrapped in my soft lilac sheets, I just couldn’t shake him from my mind.

He had acted like complete asshole, but really, I had totally acted the same to him. Under all the shitty remarks that fell from his mouth in that scruffy Irish accent, I guess he had a point. I hadn’t even said a hello to him.

Climbing out of my bed the following morning, I made the conscious decision that I was going to go back down to the club that day and apologize. I was going to be the bigger person and admit that I had not been the exemplary person that I usually was for my family or for the club. I wasn’t stuck up or spoiled, not by any means, but I sure did put that off to him the day before.

Now, I don’t normally just show up at the club, definitely not without a valid reason or being asked to be there, so when I walked in that afternoon and immediately ran into my father, I was a bit stuck for words. “Lambchop!” he bellowed out, his strong voice bouncing off the high ceilings of the clubhouse. “What brings you in here today?”

Smiling at him, I watched as he knitted his brows at me a bit at my obvious nervous candor. “Um, I just-...nothing, really, I was bored,” I stammered out, rolling my eyes at the utterly lame excuse.

He took my answer as was and gave me a smile, tapping my nose with his fingertip before patting his hand at my upper arm. “Well, good to see you. Go get some lunch, okay? Shrimp bisque fresh today.”

I nodded my head at him and watched as he walked away, continuing his interrupted discussion with his colleagues that had been following him around like puppy dogs. Huffing out a breath, I began to walk out towards the green, determined to find Niall, apologize and get the hell out of there. Standing out on part of the fairway green, I scanned the area and raised up on tiptoes to try and see past the guests as I peeked over the golf carts and down the rolling hills. I walked over towards the putting area, my eyes skimming across the line of members, hopeful that I would catch the sight of that familiar green cap that he was required to wear and those electric blue eyes.

After searching the grounds for about ten minutes, I let out a defeated sigh and decided to grab a table out on the veranda for some lunch. Might as well since I was there. Keeping my eyes peeled for him as I ate, I smiled sweetly at the older men who passed by and said hello, most of them members of the club since before I was born as I quietly finished my lunch.  

I came to the conclusion that maybe he hadn’t come into work that day for whatever reason and after lunch, I began following down a small path behind the outside veranda, sneaking out of the sight of the normal patrons. Looking up, I caught glimpse of another caddie, whistling a tune as he walked a bit ahead of me before pushing his way through a door that led into a side building that hooked right off the main clubhouse. I hadn’t really ever explored too much of that side of the course; my father liked to keep me out in the main area, this back part basically belonging to the staff.

Biting at my lip, I could feel my curiosity start to get the best of me and I slowly stepped over to the door, immediately freezing in place as it suddenly swung open. Another caddie walked through, stopping in his tracks as he saw me standing right in front of the door. Parting my lips as my words got stuck in my throat, I quickly gave him a kind smile and clumsily stepped back to let him pass, his narrowed eyes never leaving me as he made his way out to the green. He, for certain, knew who I was. They all knew who I was, which made this whole situation even more awkward and totally forbidden.

Members were barely allowed to interact with the staff unless absolutely necessary, let alone the owners’ daughter. And even more so, me slipping into what appeared to be the staff’s quarters? That was probably something no one would ever expect.

Sucking in a breath, I carefully pushed open the door and quietly stumbled inside. I flicked my eyes around the smaller hallway, noticing it was lined with a few doors. Tucking my bottom lip in between my teeth, I slowly began walking down the long corridor, my inquisitive eyes glancing into a few of the empty rooms before I heard what I knew could only be his laugh. I paused right outside the door that the sound had come from, my fingers curling into tight fists at my sides as I strangely began to feel this fluttering sensation take over in my lower stomach. Shaking it off with a huff, I closed my eyes for a moment and raised my chin, placing my hand on the door and gently easing it open.

About ten sets of eyes flew over to me, the room falling deathly silent as I stood right inside the door frame, my mouth parting slightly. It was a locker room. Half dressed men of different ages all over the place. I nervously flicked my eyes around, my voice struggling to get out through my embarrassment. “I...um–”

“Lambchop?”

I heard the rasp of his voice blister out from the back of the crowd. My eyes quickly shot to where it had filtered from and locking in on him as he stood up from a bench in the back. He was dressed, thank God, and I let out a relieved sigh as I began walking towards him, slipping my body past the men as they kept their hushed stares on me. I guess it wasn’t everyday that the owner’s daughter came strolling into the locker room. “What that hell are ya doin’? Probably shouldn’t be in here...” he said as I got closer to him.

“Probably not but, I-” My stare bounced around the room as I stopped in front of him, a few of the other caddies surrounding us with all eyes glued to me. “Um, can we talk?” I softly asked, looking back up at him.

I watched a small smirk pull at his lips, the slight peak of his white teeth showing as he sat back down on the bench, peering up at my as he bent over slightly to tie his shoe. “Oh, now ya wanna have a conversation, eh?” he quipped, a ripple of wrinkles pressing into his forehead as he raised his brows.

Pressing my mouth in a line, I flicked my eyes to the other men and gave them a knowing glare. Thankfully, they got the hint and got up, walking away without a word and leaving Niall and I alone. Niall’s eyes followed their obedient movements before he sat his body up, tipping his head back to stare at me. “Got a power here, don’t ya?” he commented, nodding his head in the direction of the dispersed men.

“Listen,” I began, ignoring his comment, “I wanted to apologize for yesterday. You were right.” I locked eyes with him as he peered up at me, his back hunching over slightly as his tongue jut out to run across his lips. “I should be nicer.”

“I never said ya weren’t nice,” he replied, quirking his brow as he hooked his hands at his knees, “Said ya were a spoiled little rich girl.”

Dropping my eyes to my feet, I drew in a heavy breath before perching my hands up on my hips as I caught his stare once more. “Well, can’t really apologize for that, now can I?”

His mouth opened wide in a smile, his eyes squinting shut slightly as he let out a rumbled laugh and shook his head. “Fair enough. Guess not.” Tipping my face down, a shy smile pulled across my lips as I crossed an arm over my chest and raised my finger to my mouth, my nail running nervously at the front of my teeth.

“Sorry I snapped at ya,” he continued, making my eyes shoot back to his, “Wasn’t me place to be talkin’ to ya like that.”

I gave him an acknowledging nod, pinching my bottom lip in between my teeth as I dropped my hand to play with the bottom hem of my skirt. “Can we, I don’t know...start over?” I asked, my voice sweet, “Like, a proper hello and all that?”

I heard him let out a soft chuckle, my stare darting over his as he pushed himself up from the bench to stand in front of me. “I’d like that.”

Smiling through my bitten lip, I promptly tossed out my hand to him. He glanced down at it before looking back up at me, tipping his head to the slide slightly as his blue eyes narrowed a bit. I watched a half smirk form on his mouth and he reached out to take my hand.

The heat was blinding from his touch, his hand so big around mine and the skin of his palm was soft compared to the calloused pads of his fingers. I had to struggle to regain my breath. “Hi, Niall. I’m Caroline,” I stated, gently shaking his hand up and down, “I’m your boss’s daughter.”

A low giggle left his lips and he cocked his head back a bit, his half lidded eyes darting over mine. “Hi, Caroline. I’m Niall. Your father’s caddie.”

Leaning into me slightly, the air cinched in my lungs as his face pressed dangerously close to mine. I strained to breathe, the smell of his musty sweat permeating thick off his skin. “It’s a pleasure to meet ya,” he softly whispered before shifting his body back, never once breaking eye contact.

I slowly let go of his hand, swallowing hard as I barely tilted my head to the side. “Were you being serious yesterday?” I asked him, my eyes faltering down the soft curves of his face.

“When?”

“When you said I was pretty cute?”

He let out a laugh, a solid one and reached up to grab his green cap off his head to push a hand through his thick blond hair. Holy crap, he was so hot. I couldn’t tear my eyes off him and I was positive everyone else in the room could tell. “No,” he snipped, wiggling the cap back on his head to sit just right. My eyes went wide, my mouth parting as I furrowed my brow.

“Think you’re far more gorgeous than that,” he finished, giving me a smirk, my eyes catching glimpse of a tiny dimple that was pressing into his cheek. “Just didn’t want your pretty little head gettin’ all big about it...”

Rolling my eyes at his comment, I crossed my arms over my chest in a playful huff. “You’re a bit of a jerk, you know that?”

He quirked a brow, his jaw jutting out to the side as he ran his tongue across his teeth. “And you’re still a spoiled little rich girl.”

I narrowed my eyes at him and pursed my lips together. “You better get back to work now, Niall.”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

He brushed past me slightly as he stepped up to a small locker that was right next to us. Blowing out a heavy breath, I whipped around as I began to make my way out of the locker room. “See you around then?” I blurted out, quickly peeking back at him over my shoulder.

He turned his face slightly to look at me out of the corner of his eyes just as he had reached a hand into his locker. I felt my heart start to beat just a tiny bit faster in my chest as I stared straight into the cerulean blue of his eyes and saw the edge of his mouth barely tug up. “See ya on the green, Lambchop.”

I waited a couple days before deciding to show up at the club again, itching to go back and see him, but totally not wanting to let him know that. I had to keep some dignity, but there was just something about that boy that I could not get out of my head. The way he spoke and carried himself; so sure and confident and the fact that he wasn’t afraid to speak his mind to me. It was something that I didn’t encounter too often. It made me giddy to think of how he looked at me, the way his hand felt against mine. It was probably silly of me to think that way, I had only just met him and only had a few minutes conversation, but something was pulling me towards him, something that I couldn’t explain.

I did know one thing though, if my father ever found out about any of it, whatever it was would be over faster than it had begun.

Rushing out onto the green as soon as I arrived to the club, I wasted no time and frantically began searching for him. Checking the golf cart station, down by the first tee and around the other side of the veranda. He was no where. Finally seeing one of the other caddies that was in the locker room the other day, I stopped to ask him if he knew where he was. “What do you need Niall for, Miss Caroline?” he inquired, wiping the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand.

I swallowed hard, shuffling on my feet as I tried to come up with a decent excuse. “My dad needs him. Told me to find him.”

“Is he getting ready to go out on the green?”

I shook my head, holding out my hands in exasperation. “I don’t know, he...he just asked me to find him.”

The guy quickly glanced around, licking across his lips before leaning in a bit closer to me. “He’s out on the far back green, all the way at the end, over by Rose’s tree line.”

I shot my eyes to him, knitting my brows. “Why are you whispering?”

“Because...we’re not supposed to be out there.” He raised his brows as he began to walk away. “Not without a golfer anyway.”  

Biting at my lip, I watched as he turned the corner before I ran back into the clubhouse, past the reception desk and out to the side, back to the golf cart station. Slipping in behind the desk, I grabbed a numbered key and hurriedly made my way over to the lot, grabbing the matching cart number and hopping in. I hadn’t driven one of them in a couple years and I had quite a bit of a shaky start as I pulled out of the little parked spot and began to follow the paved paths down through the fairways, but soon got the hang of it.

Flying down the slopes and over the hills, past the groups of members playing at various tees, I finally rounded the corner that led down past the very last hole. I caught glimpse of him standing in a small clearing by Rose’s tree line, just as the other caddie had said. Slowing down the cart, I stopped it right by the edge of the green, far enough away that he couldn't hear me pull up but close enough that I could quietly watch him for a moment.

Resting my chin down on my folded arms that laid at the top of the steering wheel, I let the warm summer breeze gently blow through my hair as I fixated my eyes on him. His back was to me and I sat, mesmerized by the fluid movement of his body as he took swing after swing, the loud ping of the golf balls being hit by the club and flying into the air the only sound filling the small valley that was nestled between the trees. His body was incredible. Those broad shoulders and muscular back flexing with every swing of his arms, his tiny waist that evened out his wide chest so perfectly. His ass. Oh my God, his ass was probably the best looking thing I had ever seen in my life. My eyes fluttered lightly, a sigh falling from my lips as I ran my stare across every single part of him. His biceps contracted under the snug fit of his golf shirt, the front of the material pulling tight across his chest and was tucked so perfectly into the front waistband of his shorts–

“Caroline?”

I quickly got snapped out of my daydream, my head yanking up from the cradle of my arms as I focused my eyes back on him. He had seen me, his body turned around with his hand up by his face, shielding the sun from his eyes that his hat didn’t quite cover. Starting the golf cart back up, I shook my head at myself for getting caught and slowly drove over the green to where he was. He began walking over to me as I came to a stop, dangling the handle of his driver in his hand. “What are ya doin’ back here?” he asked me, stepping up to the stand by the drivers side of the cart. He brought his forearm up to rest at the top of it, leaning his body against the cart and crossing his ankles.

I tucked my hair behind my ear, the breeze picking up a little and blowing it across my face. “I don’t know. Just...just driving around,” I told him, squinting my eyes to look up at him as I had forgotten my sunglasses in my car.

He propped his hand the jut of his hip as his golf club dangled by his leg, his held tilting down a bit to peer at me. “Drivin’ ‘round lookin’ for me, yeah?” he commented with a smug smirk on his lips, the outright cockiness of his words making me roll my eyes.

“No.”

“Ah, well, okay then,” he said, lifting his head for a moment to look back over at the tee. “Since you’re here, ya wanna join me? Maybe hit a few? I’m no professional, but I could show ya how.”  

I scoffed out a laugh, stepping my foot out of the cart to push myself up from the seat. Standing in front of him, I perched my hands on my hips and tipped my head to the side. “Niall, I’m the daughter of a club owner. I’ve practically grown up here. I could probably show you a thing or two in golf,” I softly quipped, a chuckle leaving his mouth. Reaching for the club in his hand, I slipped it from his grasp and walked past him over to the tee.

He slowly followed me, standing back far enough so he could watch my form. With his arms crossed over his chest and his feet spread wide, he was quiet, his eyes glued to me as I bent down to grab a ball and set it up. “It has been a while though, so don’t judge,” I mumbled to him, flicking my head to get the hair out of my face as I took my stance. Eyeing down the green, I looked back down at the ball, steadying my hands and locking my elbow as I swung my arms back and followed through, a loud crack heard as I sent the ball soaring down the fairway.

I heard a clapping from behind me and swung my body around to look at him. His mouth was turned down at the corners and he was nodding his head at me in approval. “Very nice. You’re pretty fuckin’ good.”

“Yeah,” I admitted, turning my head to look back down to where it had landed, “could have been better. The wind is crazy today.” He gave me a smile as I glanced back over to him and held out the club. “Your turn.”

He shook his head, tipping it down as he grabbed the club from my hand. “Might make a fool outta meself now,” he grumbled, stepping up to the tee.

“I doubt that.”

He shot me a lopsided smile, his body wiggling a bit as he got in his stance. “You’d be surprised, Lambchop.”

I rolled my eyes at him, watching as he took a swing, the ball flying and landing not too far from mine. “You’ve got to stop calling me that,” I scoffed, reaching for the club as he handed it back to me.

He let out a chuckle, his throat bobbing from the loud rumbling sound. “Why’s that?”

“Because!” I blared out, getting myself ready for my shot. “My dad calls me that. It’s...weird.” Slipping my tongue out of my mouth to spit out some hair that had gotten stuck to my lips, I frustratingly struggled to push the unruly pieces out of my face as I tried to line up my shot.

“Here,” he mumbled as he stepped up to me.

I turned my face to peer up at him as he grabbed the rim of his green hat with his fingers and plucked it off his head. Shuffling to stand behind me, I gasped in a sharp breath as I felt his fingers card down through my hair, running gently down the sides of my face as he pulled my hair back and slipped his hat down on top of my head. The tingles shot down to my toes as I felt the faint pressure of his hand at my lower back, his face pressing close to the side of mine as he leaned into me. “That should help a bit,” he whispered out to me, his hot breath cutting through the breeze to spill out across my cheek. I swallowed hard, muttering out a low ‘thank you’ as he stepped back to let me finish my swing, his rough fingertips dragging across my lower back a lot longer than needed.

Trying to compose myself, I got back into my stance, concentrating on the ball as I took my swing, the ball nearly missing the hole by mere inches. I let out a squeal, spinning around with a big smile on my face before hopping over to him and handing him the club. “Good thing we aren’t playin’ for real,” he snickered, his shoulders brushing past mine as he walked up to the tee, “afraid you’d be proper kickin’ me arse.”

“Next time we should put money on it,” I teased, biting at my lip.

“Shit...” he said, setting the ball on the tee before glancing back over at me, “I’m bettin’ on you then.”

I let out a shy giggle, covering my mouth with my hand as he gave me a wink. I kept my stare glued to him as he got ready to take his shot. He really did have an amazing golf form. Very straight and tight in all the right places. His grip was good and his swing was phenomenal. I held my breath as I the ball went flying, lifting up on my tip toes in anticipation as we both watched it bounce on the green. Once. Twice. Then rolling straight into the hole.

He whipped around to face me, dropping the club to the ground and flexing his arms in tightened fists as a loud celebratory roar came bursting out of his mouth. I tipped my head back in a laugh, his hat falling from my head before I rushed over to him and swung my arms up around his neck. He wrapped his arms around my waist, squeezing tight and he lifted me up off the ground a bit, my feet dangling slightly as he hugged onto me. I laughed into his shoulder, my fingers gripping into the sweat soaked material of his golf shirt before I felt him ease me back down to the ground, his hands still holding tight to me as the sticky side of his face buried in against my neck.

Pressing my nose against his jaw, my lips parted slightly and my heavy breaths blew over his ear as his big hand slid up the slope of my back, his other gripping into the material of my shorts right at the top curve of my bum. I could feel the slight brush of his lips against my skin, the tip of his nose pushing in lightly as I ran a hand up the nape of his neck, letting my fingers comb through the thick of his hair at the back of his head. He panted out across my throat, just holding my body into the warmth of his as I sucked in a short breath and slowly began turning my face towards his. He lifted his head from the tuck of my neck right as my mouth skimmed across the stubbled skin of his chin, my lips desperate to find his as I roughly twisted my fingers into his hair. I could feel the intoxicating heat from his heavy breathing, feel the erratic rise of his chest against mine as my nose slid against his sunburnt cheek and my lips faintly brushed at the corner of his.

Closing my eyes, I felt the wet skim of his lips, my inviting mouth barely falling open before he grabbed at my upper arms and hastily pushed my body away from him, our impending kiss being suddenly ripped apart. My eyes shot open and my hands dropping from him as I stumbled back, my mouth hung open in utter shock as his blue eyes stared wide at me.

I could feel the humiliation immediately starting to set in, my cheeks burning hot as my stomach twisted in on itself, confident that if I didn’t get the hell away from him I would probably burst into tears right there. His pink lips parted as if he was desperately searching for something to say, his stare pleading with me as I slowly began to back away towards the golf cart. His head lightly shook back and forth, his hand reaching out for me as I waved him off and finally turned around as I jumped back into the cart.

“Caroline!” he called out, taking a single step towards me.

I quickly started the cart, backing it up and pulling off the green. Flicking my head over my shoulder, I looked back at him right before rounding the top of the hill, my eyes beginning to water as I watched him slowly crouch down and drop his head into the full of his hands.

“Daddy, I’m not going.”

“Lambchop, you have to go,” he stated over breakfast that morning. “We have a reporter coming from the Southern Herald. They are doing an article about the charity the club is holding next weekend.”

I rolled my eyes, slouching back into my chair at the table. Flicking at my eggs with the prongs of my fork, my mind began to seep back to Niall, just as it had been over the past week since he practically ran away screaming from our almost-kiss. “Great. So another perfect family photo-op,” I retorted, sarcasm heavy on my tongue.

“Caroline,” my mother warned in a stern tone. I rolled my eyes once again in a disgruntled huff. There was no way I could show my face there. No way. No way I could walk up in there plastered with a fake smile on my face and risk the possibility of running into him. Oh God, I would be mortified. I couldn’t even think of him without getting flushed with embarrassment, how would I even look him in the face?

“I’m sorry, Caroline if you have better things to do.” My eyes flicked to my father, knowing he meant business when he used my real name. “But you don’t have a choice.”

I kept quiet, my stare focused on him as he took one last sip of his coffee and stood up from the table, signaling to Mary, our kitchen maid, that he was done with his plate. He grabbed his napkin and wiped his mouth before tossing it the table and pointing a finger at me. “Be there at noon sharp, young lady.”

Dropping my stare, I gingerly nodded my head as he walked off, snatching his suit jacket off the back of his chair. Glancing over at my mother, she gave me a knowing grin as she spread her jam on her toast. “You know better than to question your father, Caroline,” she informed me under her breath, her eyes stuck down at her plate, “He does what he does for the family. You shouldn’t try and put a wedge in that.”

“I’m not putting a wedge. I just...I don’t want to go today, that’s all,” I said back to her.

She rested her hands on the edge of the table, tipping her head to the side at me. “What’s different from today than all the other days?”

I couldn’t dare tell her about Niall. About how I had kissed, well almost kissed, Daddy’s new caddie. She would definitely tell him and my life would be over. As well as Niall’s. Shaking my head, I shot her a small smile and scooted my chair back to stand up. “Nothing. It’s nothing.” I kindly smiled at Mary and she reached around me to grab at my half eaten breakfast plate. “I’ll be there.”

I arrived at the club five minutes before noon, determined to get in, get the pictures done and haul ass out of there as fast as I could, all the while actively avoiding Niall. Seemed to be pretty easy considering I had rarely seen him out and about around the veranda as it was.

I snuck up beside my Dad just as the photographer was setting up the shot, a smile on his face as he peered down at me, happy that I had made it. Taking in a deep breath, I slapped a smile on my face, keeping up appearances for the well of the family and the club, as the photographer began clicking away. I kept my stare on the camera, smiling and squinting past the beaming afternoon sun.

There were hoards of people standing around, apparently our family taking pictures just out past the veranda was the highlight of their day. My eyes flicked about the crowds, letting out a small laugh at the spectacle my family was creating within the grounds. Turning my head back to the where the photographer was standing, my eyes followed suit before I froze, the smile immediately dropping off my face as I caught sight of Niall.

Standing off in the distance, far away from the gathers of patrons, he was leaned up against the stone wall, right under a canopied walkway as he gently swung a white golf towel between his hands. His stare bored straight into mine, my breath suddenly hitching deep in my throat as I scrambled to get the red heat that was so quickly spreading to my face under control. “You okay, Lambchop?” my dad mumbled through his smile, noticing my obvious distress.

I flicked my eyes back to Niall, still standing over by the wall. Still very much staring. “I’m, um...yeah. Are we almost done?”

I felt his hand on my waist tighten a bit. “Just a couple more.”

Finally finished with the photos, I quickly raised to my tiptoes to kiss my father on the cheek before spinning around, not even daring to make eye contact with Niall. I pushed my way through the crowds on the veranda, making my way back into the clubhouse. Keeping my head down, I held a hand at my forehead, silently cursing myself for even coming back here. Stupid, stupid, stup–

“Caroline.”

The surly sound of his voice made me flick my head up to see him standing just a few feet in front of me. My mouth fell open and I darted my eyes around the open room before quickly turning to my right to hurry down a back hallway.

“Caroline. Please…wait!”

He kept calling after me, his voice getting closer with each word he spit out in that raspy accent. Feeling his fingers grip at my elbow as he finally caught up to me halfway down the darkened hallway, I stopped dead in my tracks and spun around to face him. “You’re not supposed to be in here,” I spit out at him, making sure he was fully aware that caddies were not allowed inside the member’s only clubhouse. “If my father sees you–”

“Why are ya avoidin’ me?” he asked, cutting me off sharp.

I tipped my head to the side at him, pulling in my brows. “Are you serious, Niall?”

He darted his eyes with mine, his pink lips turned down slightly at the corners. “You haven’t been here all week.”

Rolling my eyes in a slight huff, I crossed my arms over my chest. “That’s nothing new. I’m hardly ever here.”

I watched his tongue jut out and run across his bottom lip. “Is it...is it ‘cause what happened? The other day out on the back green?” Flicking my eyes away from his, I rolled my tongue in my mouth and tipped my head down. “Look, Caroline, I’m sorry, okay?” he continued, holding his hands out to me as I slowly caught his stare again, “I’m sorry I pulled away from ya like that. I didn’t want to, I-...it’s just...this can’t happen.”

“What can't happen?”

“This!” he stressed, shooting his eyes around as he leaned in and lowered his voice. “Me and you.”

Knitting my brows, I narrowed my eyes at him and shrugged my shoulders. “Why?”

He let out a huff of breath, his hands resting on his hips as he tipped his face down for a moment. “ ‘cause. Who you are and,like...who I am...”

I lifted my hands and squeezed my eyes shut as I let out a snort. “What? What is this Niall, the fucking nineteen hundreds?” I snapped, “What does that even mean?”

He rolled his eyes at me, bringing a hand up to his face to run across his forehead. “I just mean ‘cause I work for your Dad. We can’t be gettin’ into anythin’.”

“I don’t care about that.”

“I know you don’t care,” he quipped, “but I do! I got me job on the line here and I can't afford to lose it.”

Shaking my head, I pushed out a soft breath and dropped my stare to the floor, watching as I wiggled my toes in my sandals. “Niall, if you don’t like me, then just say it. It’s fine–” Glancing back up at him, I caught sight of my dad right over his shoulder, talking to some reporters and completely unaware that Niall and I were standing just twenty feet away. “Shit!” I whispered, making Niall twist his head around to look as I quickly grabbed at the front of his shirt and pulled him into the nearest room with me before quietly closing the door.

“The coat room?” he muttered out, having walked into the middle of the small room. Not turning around, I leaned in and pressed my forehead against the door as I closed my eyes and pulled in a jumbled breath. It was deathly silent, the completely enclosed walls of the room, shutting out every sound except that of his steady breathing. I heard him let out a soft sigh before stepping up behind me. His big hands came up to wrap lightly around my upper arms, the lean front of his body resting right up against my backside. I could feel the soft caress of his fingers at my temple as he reached up and brushed my fallen hair from the side of my face, and it made my knees practically go weak beneath me, my bones feeling as if they were made of nothing but jello with every drag of his rough fingertips on my skin.

Pushing my hair across the back of my neck to rest over my one shoulder, I felt the warm press of his wet lips right at the nape of my neck, a tender kiss being dotted right at the top of my spine. I gulped back a breath, my eyes fluttering from the sweltering heat of his wet mouth swarming around me as he slowly pecked tiny kisses across the plane of neck. “Never said I didn’t like ya,” he muttered against my skin, his large palms dragging down the length of my arms before moving to wrap around my waist. “Quite the opposite actually.”

With my heart pounding in my chest, I slowly lifted my head up from the wooden door and turned around to look up at him. I swallowed hard as I was instantly met with the wide blown pupils of his half lidded eyes. His arm snaked around the back of my waist, fingers digging in as he yanked my body flush to his, my feet stumbling a bit as my head fell back in a slightly thud against the door.

Gasping in a breath, his other hand pressed its way up the front of my body, his dark eyes following the path of it as he slowly wrapped his fingers around the front of my throat. My lips parted, a small whimper etching out as he locked eyes with me and let a smirk tug at the corner of his lips. I felt the slight press of his thumb as it ran down the jut of my bared throat, my chin raised a bit as his other fingers twisted tight into the light chiffon material of my short summer dress at the dip in my waist.

He licked hungrily at his lips and leaned into me, his hot breath pulsing out against my begging mouth. Nudging the tip of his nose against mine, my eyes lightly fluttered closed as I silently mouthed out the word ‘please’ before finally having the sweet taste of his lips pressed to mine. He kissed me hard, his tongue sweeping into my mouth and dipping against my own as his grip around my throat gently held me still. Whimpering into his open mouth, he dragged his spit coated lips from mine and I pulled in a much needed breath as he used his thumb to press up under the jut of my chin, his mouth attacking at the side of my neck. Sucking across the tender skin, he rocked his eager hips against mine, making a shallow cry curdle past my lips as my eyes shot open, desperately trying to focus through the warm dark haze of the room .

My hands fumbled at his sides, quickly slipping to his waist and shoving down between us to the front waistband of his shorts. He chuckled out against me, the rough pads of his fingers pressing deep into my neck. “I’ve been wantin’ to kiss ya all fuckin’ week,” he breathed out hot against my neck, his hips rolling a bit harder into mine.

“Niall…fuck,” I whined, my voice broken with lust as my fingers fought to undo the button of his shorts.

He retracted his lips from my sticky flesh with a smack, lifting his head up and loosening his grip on my neck. Bringing my face back down, I locked eyes with him, my chest rising high as I struggled to breath within the stuffy air of the small room and watched as a tiny smirk pulled at his mouth. Darting my tongue out across my lips, I threw my hands up to clasp tight around his face, standing up on my tip toes as I hastily pulled him into another kiss. I sucked at his tongue, my head tilting and harshly nipping at his bottom lip before I broke away and pressed my needy mouth down over the jut of his stubbled jaw. My tongue slipped out to eagerly taste at the salty sweat that had formed a gorgeous sheen across the skin of his neck .

Dirty and worked rough in the unforgiving southern heat of the day, I breathed him in as I sucked at his freckled skin, red patched and musty with sweat. I hummed against him, his hands gripped tight to my waist as his head tipped back to rest on his shoulders. Hearing a low groan rumble out from his throat, I slipped my hands down the front of his body, curling my fingers around the slack material of his golf tee and yanking up on it, untucking it from the waist of his pressed white shorts.

Pulling my lips from his dewy skin, he brought his face down to look at me, eyes heavy and cheeks flushed. He watched as my tongue lazily lapped the taste of him off my lips and I smiled sweetly at him, my fingers slowly pulling down the zipper of his shorts. “Jesus,” he breathed out, my body slowly falling to my knees in front of him as he leaned forward and flat palmed his hands to the wooden door. His head fell down between his biceps, darkened eyes glued to me as I peered up at him, my one hand shoving down into the top hem of his boxers to help pull his length out as the fingers of my other hand gently ease down the front of them.

My eyes fell to the beautiful sight in front of me, his achingly hard cock twitching with his pulse as it hung out of the opening of his shorts. Uncut and mouth wateringly thick, his skin was a soft pale peach and marbled with veins all along the shaft as the tip shined a bright pink, drops of leaking precum beading up at the slit. I shot my eyes up to his face, his puffy mouth hanging open as he stared down at me and subtly rocked his slim hips.

Letting out a giggle, I grasped around his thickness, my fingers giving him a gentle squeeze before pressing my other hand to his thigh and bringing his leaking tip to my lips. Pushing out my tongue, I gave him a few kitten licks right at the head, savoring the tiny bit of salty liquid. His breathing wavered in his chest, staggered puffs of air blowing past his dry lips as he watched me and I dipped my head slightly to run my flattened tongue right up the underside of his length. I curled my tongue along the prominent vein that swirled up his throbbing shaft before wrapping my lips completely around the tip and giving him a long heavy suck.

“Fuck…” he groaned, my stare darting up to look at him as I pushed him further into my mouth. His eyes fell closed and I used my spit coated hand to firmly stroke up and down his length as I bobbed on him. Pressing the side of his face into the swell of his bicep as I worked him, my fingers slipped down to circle around his base as I opened my throat and pushed him down as far as I could, my nose burying into the dark hair that surrounded his cock. I gagged around him, my eyes squeezing shut as I breathed in the strong musty scent that was tingling my nose. Popping off his thick cock, I choked in a breath and tipped my head back to peer up at him as I jerked around his tip a few good times, before I greedily slipped him back in my mouth. My tongue swirled around the head, right up under the ridge and elicited a low hiss from his clenched teeth. Sucking hard on him, I felt his body tense and rock towards me at the over sensitivity.

His hand slid down from the plane of the door to rest at the back of my head, his thick fingers curling into my hair as I worked him harder. “Fuckin’ hell…” he breathlessly muttered. Pressing my free hand against the top of his thigh, I started to run it over the front of his body and shoved my fingers up under the hem of his shirt. My hand splayed at the hot skin of his lower tummy, fingertips ruffling through the dark hair of his happy trail as I urged him down my throat again, craving that salty taste and overpowering scent of his sweat coated body.

Before I could fully slide him down my throat, he roughly tugged at my hair, my mouth slopping off his swollen cock with pop as his other hand grabbed at my arm and yanked me up to my feet. Wrapping his big hand around my neck, he pushed my body back up against the door and smashed his mouth to mine. My arms slung around his neck as kissed me, Niall sucking hard at my overworked tongue. I whimpered between open mouth kisses as I felt his other hand slap to my thigh, dragging steadily up my soft skin and flitting his greedy fingers up under the material of my dress.

I could feel the warmth begin to pool at my center, his fingers dangerously close to my begging heat as they dug deep into my skin, tightly holding my body against his. I rolled my hips towards him, his swollen length pressed up between us and pushing against my pubic bone. Slowly his fingers moved up even more, the light scrape of his short nails scratching at my tender skin as he hooked them under the side hem of my panties and curled his fist around. His arm flexed, his knuckles turning white as he yanked hard at them, the sound of the material tearing apart making me cry out into his mouth as he completely ripped them off my body. He smirked against my lips, proud of his work as he pressed at my inner thigh with the back of his hand to spread my legs a bit.

Easing back from his kiss, I combed my fingers up through his hair, my eyes slowly peeling open to meet his stare. His calloused fingers curiously dragged up the trembling skin of my inner thigh, my body already beginning to shake against him as I felt the slight brush of his knuckle against my folds. Sucking in a jumbled breath, I held it high in my expanded chest, my teeth sinking into my bottom lip as he darted his darkened eyes with mine. His hand pulled out from between my legs, the loss of his touch making me gasp as I watched him bring his fingertips to his mouth and stick out his tongue to wet across the pads of them. My eyes fluttered as his brow quirked and he hurriedly shoved his hand back down between our bodies and up under my dress.

Cracking out a moan, my eyelids pinched closed as I felt two of his warm slick fingers immediately drag down my wet slit, pushing right into my opening. My mouth fell open in halted silence as he rested his forehead to mine, his steamy breath filling my lungs as I finally gasped for air. Burying his thick fingers as deep into me as he could, he slowly began to fuck me with them, my entire body quivering against him as he hooked the tips just right, the rough pads tapping at my upper wall.

I tightened my arms around his neck, dropping my head down to his shoulder as I struggled to catch my breath. The heel of his palm was hitting perfectly at my clit with every pump of his fingers, the feeling almost causing my knees to buckle underneath me. “God...Niall...please...” I shakily breathed out against the collar of his shirt. The pads of his fingers dug into the back of my neck and twisted into my hair as his other hand worked me faster, his fingers flicking up perfectly inside me and making me cry out against him.

I could feel the stubble along his jaw rub at the side of my face as he pressed his flushed skin against mine, his hasty breaths panting out into my ear. “Feel good?” he whispered to me, my body trembling as I desperately tried to hold myself up.

Barely nodding my head in a low whimper, he let out a chuckle at my response, his fingers slipping out of me for a moment to rub a few tight circles right at my clit. I cried out, my teeth sinking into the material of his shirt at his shoulder as my fingernails dug into his upper back. “Gonna come for me?” he urged, my breath hitching as he pushed his fingers back inside me and fucked me with them even harder, “Is that what ya want, baby? Want me to make ya come?”

I swallowed hard in between gasps, my stomach tensed as I rolled my hips towards his hand. “I want…” I paused, my voice broken as I struggled to get the words out, “I want...you. P-please...”

His fingers stalled inside me, my eyes slowly peeling open as he slide the full of his hand to the back of my head. “Ya sure?” he whispered as I lifted my face to look up at him. He stared at me, his hand moving to brush along down the side of my face as he slowly pulled his fingers from me.

Smiling at him, I raised my brow and nodded my head as I slid my hands to rest right at the front of his chest and began pushing him backwards. He stumbled as I led him to the opposite side of the room, his feet slightly tripping over one another before I gave him a hefty shove. His body slumped down onto a bench that was pressed up against the wall, completely covered in suit jackets and he slapped his hands down to the bench at his sides, tossing his head back in a loud laugh. Widening my eyes at him, I brought a finger up to my lips. “Shhh,” I warned him, softening my stare as he smirked up at me.

Biting at my lip, I cupped my hands around his jaw and leaned down to press a sweet kiss to his lips. I tipped my face down, watching as I reached between us to wrap my fingers back around his length, still swollen and pulsing for me. He looked down as I kept a hand at his shoulder, my face hovering over him to let a single drop of spit slide off my rounded lips and fall right at the head of his waiting cock. Hissing in a breath from the feeling, his jaw clenched as I used my fingers to spread the hot spit down his shaft and flicked my eyes back up to his face. His lustful stare focused on me, the corner of his mouth tugging up as I straightened my body and shoved my hand up under my dress, puffing it out a bit to easily climb onto his lap, my legs straddling around either side of his hips.

His large hands wrapped around my waist, his face tipped back to look up at me as I dragged my palm over his shoulder to the back of his head. My fingers gripped tight into the thick of his blond tips as my other hand lined him up at my entrance before I flung my hand from between my legs to the front of his chest.

Locking eyes, our mouths fell open in broken moans as I pushed my hips into him, sinking down on him. I gasped through the burn, his thickness stretching my walls as I let him bury all the way inside me. “Holy...shit,” he mumbled, his eyes rolling back as I began to rock against him, my hips slowly grinding down into his. The warmth of his hands seeped through the thin material of my dress as he pressed them deep to my body, helping me move against him.

My forehead pushed rough to his, our quick rushed breaths flowing past our lips as I fucked him, rolling my hips down and sliding against the slight curve of his cock. Pressing my mouth to his, he swallowed my heavy moans, my fingers sliding up over his chest to wrap around his thick neck, my nails digging into his sticky mottled skin as he lifted his hips to bury himself deeper inside me.

Crying out, his hand ran up the center of my back, his fingers twisting into the back of my hair and yanking hard, my head tumbling back to rest on my shoulders in a gasped breath. “Oh...my God...” I whined out, the words barely stumbling off my parted lips as I felt the slight graze of his other fingers dragging up my bared neck. Swallowing hard, I felt two of them run across my dry swollen mouth and dip in past my parted lips. I laid my tongue out, the taste of myself lingering on the rough pads of his skin and he slid them all the way into my mouth, watching with heavy eyes as I gagged gently around them.

Slowly slipping them from my constricted throat, he pressed them into my bottom lip and over my chin, a wet trail of spit following as he traced them down the front of my neck. I let out a shallow gasp as he quickly leaned forward and smashed his hot needy mouth to the hollow of my throat, gently sucking and lapping his tongue along the wetted path. My stomach tensed as we both rolled our hips against each other, the heat of my orgasm building fast in my center as he sucked down my chest, his slight stubble scratching at the exposed skin. I squeezed my eyes shut, my hips bouncing a bit faster on him as I worked to bring myself over that sweet edge.

My fingers tangled tight in his hair, my nails scraping at his scalp as his mouth ravaged down the skin of my chest, sucking at the swell of my breasts. Clamping my thighs firmly around his slim hips, my body began to shake out of my control as I clenched down around him. I sucked in a deep jumbled breath, the room seemingly collapsing in around us and the stifling air burning through me as it generously filled my lungs. He moved his own hips faster, pushing my body down on him as he fucked up into me, his perfect white teeth sinking into the soft exposed flesh of my breast. “Fuck...oh God, Niall...” I cried out, his mouth dragging back up to my throat and sucking vigorously at the dip below my ear.

“Come for me, baby,” he growled out, as I grinded my swollen center down harder on him, “wanna feel ya come for me.”

My body began to vibrate, the twinge of my release filtering through me as I bounced faster on him, the head of his cock twitching right against my g-spot. “Come…” he demanded, his gravelly voice filling roughly in my ear, “Come on me fuckin’ cock, baby…”

Gasping in a sharp breath, I held it deep in my lungs as I tensed around him, my body uncontrollably starting to convulse. My fingers gripped tight to him, holding him against my writhing body as my trembling thighs clamped tight to his, my orgasm finally freeing and coursing wild throughout me. A sweet and heavy release, the room began to spin, my eyes squeezed so tight I could see sparks of light bursting as I he buried himself as deep into me as he could, rocking his slim hips against me just enough to guide me a bit longer through my release. I pulsed heavy around him, his name slipping out past my lips, broken and weak as his mouth pressed tender kisses to the underside of my jaw.

I swirled my hips against him, still steadily fucking down onto him to help bring him to his own release, my body jolting from the aftershocks of my orgasm. Bringing my face back down to look at him, his fingers uncurled from my hair as he caught my stare. I pressed my forehead to his, our bodies rocking steadily together as our hot panting breaths filled the tight space between us, his tongue shakily darting out to lick at his lips.

“Fuck, I’m...I’m gonna-...”

His words staggered of his tongue, those pink lips falling open as his eyes fluttered closed. I could feel his fingernails dig into my skin as he gripped tight to the light material of my dress and I smiled to myself, pressing a small kiss to his sweet parted mouth before lifting myself up off of him. His eyes shot open at the feeling, a deep groan leaving his mouth as his throbbing cock slipped from me, my unstable legs shifting to kneel right in front of him. He gazed down at me, all fucked out and tongue tied as I gripped my hand around his slick and achingly hard length and leaned my face down to wrap my hot mouth around the thick head of his cock which was heavily coated with my own orgasm.

He gulped back a stunted breath, his chest rising high under the soft material of his golf shirt as I eagerly pushed him down my throat, my hand resting at his knee to steady myself as my nose buried deep into the wet matted hair around the base of his cock. “Oh my...fuckin’...God...” he groaned out, throwing his head back as I gagged around him. His cock twitched wildly against my tongue before I sucked my way back up his length, popping him out of my mouth. My fingers wrapped firmly around his shaft as he tried to focus his hazy stare down at me, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip as I jerked him, my lips sucking fervidly at his tip.

His thighs shook beneath me as I flicked my eyes up to his, watching as his mouth slowly began to fall open. Stroking him, I popped my mouth off the head of him and laid my tongue flat, my wrist twisting as I my fingers rubbed up over his sensitive tip, his body careening forward with every touch.

“Holy….fuck–”

The words barely slipped out of his mouth as his face scrunched up and his eyes screwed closed. I felt his bitter warmth spurt out heavily onto my tongue, thick white streams lacing across the flat of it as I pumped him steadily, working every drop out of him that I could. Regaining his breath, his head rolled to the side, his heavy lidded eyes slowly peeling open to peer down at me. His white load pooled on my tongue and I locked eyes with him, a wasted little half smirk pulling at his lips as he brought his hand over to caress across my face, brushing some fallen hair out of the way.

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ,” he whispered, accent thick as I wrapped my lips around his sensitive tip once more and gave him a hefty suck. I popped off, a string of white dripping from my bottom lip as I swallowed down his slightly sour load. He chuckled at my scrunched up face, the musty bitterness of his cum leaving an aftertaste that stuck thick to the back of my throat. “Sorry, Lambchop,’ he mentioned, his thumb tracing down the side of my cheek. “Drink a lot of beer.”

I giggled out at him, wiping across my used mouth with the back of my wrist before resting my hands at his knees. “I can tell,” I agreed, shooting him a smile.

Leaning forward, he cradled my cheeks within his big hands, his eyes flowing across my entire face. “That was-...holy shit, Caroline.”

I bit at my lip, suppressing a shy smile as my fingers tightened around his knees, fingers pressing into the exposed skin. “Yeah. It was.”

Watching as his tongue slipped over the front of his teeth, my eyes flicked up to his wild mess of hair before catching his stare again. He shot me a smirk and leaned down, tugging my face up a bit to meet him in a soft kiss.

Pulling back slightly, his thumb traced lightly over my bottom lip and down the curve of my throat.  “So, I guess you’re more like me dirty little rich girl, huh?” he softly teased with a snicker.

I darted eyes with him, gnawing at the inside of my lip. “I’ll be anything you want, Niall,” I breathed out to him, watching as the bright blue slowly began to fade back into his eyes.

He leaned in and pressed another kiss to my mouth as I drew in a contented breath. “Well, I like ya just the way ya are.”

I couldn’t sleep worth shit that night. Tossing and turning, my heart racing and a permanent smile plastered on my face, all I could think about was Niall and what had happened in that coat closet. I had never done anything like that before in my life. At least not that carefree and dangerous. Fucking in my father’s clubhouse? With his caddie? Oh my God.

I wanted to make sure that I could see him as much as I possibly could, so I showed up at the clubhouse the next day a little before noon. Skipping through the front doors, I headed right out towards the green, absolutely sure he would be out there. I skimmed my stare through the crowds, my eyes searching for the familiar green hat with the thick blond hair sticking out underneath. Walking slowly around the veranda, I scanned across the rolling hills of the green,  my breath hitching in my lungs every time my eyes caught the sight of a green hat and then felt my heart drop when it wasn’t followed by the bright blue of his eyes.

Shuffling back around to the side of the clubhouse, I turned down the path that led to the staff quarters and swallowed hard as I quietly slipped in the door. I walked down the short hall before stepping right into the locker room, preparedly covering my eyes with my hand this time as I heard a few hushed voices.

“You’re safe, Miss Caroline.” I heard a voice call out.

Letting out a sigh, I dropped my hand down to my side and gave the few clothed men a sweet smile. My eyes flicked around the room, brows knitted and my lip tucking in between my teeth before I stepped up to the nearest caddie that was sitting at the end of a bench. “Um, you don’t happen to know where Niall is, do you?” I asked him, my voice coming out quiet.

He looked up at me with narrowed eyes and shook his head. “No, sorry. Haven’t seen him all morning.”

“Who ya looking for?” another man piped in.

I shot my eyes over to him, my hands swinging in front of me and clasping together. “Niall?”

I watched the man’s face half scrunch up in thought, his arms planting at his hips. “To be honest, Miss, I don’t think he came in today. He wasn’t signed in on the timesheet.”

Furrowing my brows, I pursed my lips to the side in confusion. “Oh...o-okay,” I said back to him, “Um, thank you. Sorry for bothering...everyone.” I quickly turned around and pushed my way out of the locker room door, slowly shuffling back outside.

Stopping as I stepped out of the side door, I rested my back up against the stone side of the building, my fingers coming up to my mouth as I tried to rack my brain on why he wouldn’t show up at work today. Is it me? Is he avoiding me? He wouldn’t do that. No way. He said so himself he needed this job, he wouldn’t just not show up.

Pushing myself up from the wall, I rushed back through the veranda and made my way into the clubhouse. Stopping by the front desk, I leaned my palms against the edge as I stared at the receptionist. “Where’s my father?” I sternly inquired, my voice a bit louder than anticipated.

“I’m sorry, Caroline–”

“Denise, this isn’t a joke. Where is my father?” I darted eyes with her, her mouth parting in shock as I had never once raised my voice to her before.

“He’s in the...boardroom,” she stuttered out, “But I–”

“Thanks,” I grumbled back, pushing away from the counter and hurried over towards the elevator.

“He’s in a meeting, Caroline, you shouldn’t bother him!” she called out to me, quickly covering her mouth as if to silently apologize to the entering members for her outburst. I ignored her comment as the doors to the elevator opened and I stepped inside. My eyes shot up to the glowing numbers as I pressed the button for the third floor. My daddy’s office.

I wasted no time bursting right into the meeting room, all eyes turning to me as I let the door close behind me. “Where is he?” I demanded, catching my father’s stare as he sat at the head of the long table. I stood by the door, the room completely silent and gawking at me as I waited for my answer.

“Caroline, I’m in a meeting right now–”

“I don’t care about your stupid meeting. Where is he?” I repeated, my voice going louder, more crass as I took a few steps towards him.

I watched him shut his eyes, his hand coming up to rub along his brow bone. “We will discuss this later.”

“No, Daddy!” I yelled, pointing my finger as I eased closer to him, his eyes glaring at me, “We will discuss it now. Where is he?”

He let out a sigh, crossing his hands on the table in front of him. “I had to fire him this morning.”

My jaw dropped in silence, my brows furrowing deep as I stared at him. “What-... why…why would you do that?”

“We both know why, Lambchop,” he replied, looking back down at his papers in front of him as he let out a chuckle. “Shame too. He was a good caddie.”

I shook my head back and forth as I stepped right up beside him. “I can’t believe you,” I quietly said to him.

“Can’t believe what?” he shot back, turning his head to look at me as his elbow rested on the table.

“Daddy, he...” I swallowed hard as I paused, my eyes searching his face. “He needed this job.”

“Then he shouldn’t have been sleeping with my daughter!” he screamed back at me, his palm slamming down to the flat of the table. I jumped at the sound, my flustered stare shooting down to his hand before shakily looking back at him. “You expect me to let him continue working here, working for me after knowing he put his hands on you?”

I shook my head, resting a hand to the edge of the table as I leaned over slightly. “But...but I wanted him to touch me. I asked him to,” I said to him truthfully, all eyes of the room still on me, “I like him, Daddy.”

I kept my stare on him, my eyes desperately searching his face for any kind of sign that he understood me, that he was sorry for what he’d done. Pressing his lips in a line, he ignored me and dropped his eyes down to the papers in front of him, picking up his pen to quietly began revising the meeting’s papers. “This isn’t fair,” I whispered to him.

“No,” he grumbled out to me, his booming voice filling the whole space of the room as he peered back up at me, “what’s not fair is that I have to lose a good worker because he can’t seem to keep it in his pants.”

I stared at him, my heart thumping wildly in my chest as I felt the hot tears begin to fill my eyes. I subtly shook my head, watching as he went back to work, completely oblivious to the fact that I was still standing there right in front of him. “Is that all you care about?” I finally choked out, my chin trembling as I tried to keep my voice steady. “This stupid...stupid club? I have lived my whole life doing whatever you asked me to, whenever you asked me to. All just to keep you happy. To keep this damn club running smoothly, for you.”

He shot his eyes up to me, sitting back in chair. I licked at my lips, swallowing back my tears a I continued. “Niall makes me happy, Daddy. Really happy. So why are you trying to take that away from me?”

He didn’t say a word back to me, his lips pressed tight as I continued to stare at him. Letting out a frustrated groan, I turned around and ran out of the room, the door slamming closed behind me. I rushed back down the hall, taking the stairs this time that led straight down to the main level and I pushed out of the front doors open, stumbling out to the front parking lot.

I paused as the heat of the summer day hit my skin, my eyes closing and my face dropping into my cupped hands as I drew in some deep breaths, desperately trying to collect myself. I let the warm southern breeze calm me, slipping my hands down my my sides as the air blew my hair across my face and I slowly began walking down the front walk.

I came to a stop and wiped at my watering eyes, bending down to sit at the edge of the curb that was right out front of the clubhouse. Cradling my head on my bent knees, I sat like that for awhile with my face tucked down, ignoring the members as they walked past me into the building. I didn’t want to move, I didn’t want to talk to or see anyone. I just wanted to be left alone.

“Hey, what ya doin’?”

His voice. That raspy gravelly voice and thick accent that had been playing over and over in my head like a memory, was now playing in my ears. Slowly lifting my face, my eyes trailed from his printed slip on Vans, up his pair of skinny jeans and over his plain t-shirt before finally stopping at his big bright eyes. He gave me a lopsided smirk, his dimple pressing into his cheek as his hands rested at his hips.

Jumping up to my feet, I swung my arms around his neck and raised up on my tip toes as he wrapped his arms around the small of my waist. I closed my eyes, tucking my face down against his neck as I drew in a deep contented breath. He smelled fresh, clean. Like lavender soap and I slowly breathed him in and let his sweet smell waft over me. Nuzzling my nose into the warm skin of his neck, he held me tight, his big hand splaying at my lower waist as his other softly pet down the back of my hair. “What are you doing here?” I asked, my small voice shaky.

He let out a small chuckle. “Had to come pick up my stuff from me locker,” he told me quietly. “Did ya hear, Lambchop? Someone caught us yesterday. Red handed. Musta been a hell of a show...”

Rolling my eyes, I let out a faint giggle and curled my fingers into the material of his t-shirt. “Thought I would never see you again,” I mumbled into his neck, “I’m...I’m so sorry, Niall.” I sucked in a jumbled breath, my arms tightening even more around him.

“Shhh,” he shushed me, pressing a soft kiss below my ear. “Baby, it’s okay. I’ll just find another job.”

I pulled my face away from the comfort of his warm skin, my eyes tipping down as he leaned back a bit to look down at me. “Hey,” he said to me, using a finger to lift my chin so I could look at him. He leaned in and pushed his mouth to mine, giving me a sweet kiss before easing back to catch my stare again. “It will be fine. Don’t worry,” he assured me, his fingers brushing the hair from my face. I gave him a soft smile, my hand wrapping around his neck as he shrugged up his shoulder, his mouth turning down. “Besides, it’s probably better this way.”

Furrowing my brows, I tilted my head to the side as I darted my eyes over his. “How?”

“ ‘Cause,” he replied, coking his head back a bit and raising a brow to me, “Now nothin’ can keep me away from my spoiled little rich girl.”

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[winchesterprincessbride]

Political Animals-Part 1

This is an A/B/O AU.  You are the Omega artist daughter of Naomi Novak, a world-class heart surgeon who is running  for Mayor of New York City.  After a meeting where your mother’s advisors call you a “liability”, she tells you that if you don’t do as your told she will cut you off.  You storm out and wind up in a bar a few blocks away. 

 The hottest Alpha you have EVER laid eyes on with a scent so mouthwatering you’re practically drooling sits down next to you and offers to buy you a drink.  It’s just a drink, right? What do you have to lose? Only everything.

Characters: Omega! Reader, Beta! Naomi Novak, Alpha! Castiel Novak, Omega! Meg Novak, Claire Novak, Jimmy Novak, Alpha! Sam Winchester, Alpha! Dean Winchester, Alpha! John Winchester

A/N: So I read this post from @moansmisha  and I started thinking about how I could put my own spin on it.  When I messaged her, she said  “Go to town, use whatever you want!”

When my mother told me two years ago she was considering running for office I just knew this would somehow come back to bite me in the ass.  I thought maybe she would run for City Council or the Parks Department or something like that.  But no.  Not my mother. Not Harvard educated, top of her class, excels-at everything-she-does, overachiever Naomi Novak. 

She’s running for Mayor.  Of New York-freaking City.   As if being one of the top heart surgeons in the world wasn’t enough?  But nothing was ever enough for her.  We were so different that when I was younger I was convinced I was adopted.  My brother Cas is just like her: brilliant, driven, successful, but with enough of my Dad in him that he is also kind, compassionate and caring.

Cas is a physician like my Mom, a pediatrician.  He is married to a wonderful Omega named Meg and has two beautiful kids, Claire and Jimmy.  In my Mom’s eyes he is the perfect son.  She gets along with Cas because he reminds her of her.

And then there is me.  I am 100% my father.  All the personality traits she apparently found attractive enough in him to marry him for she despises in me.  I am an artist.  I went to Art School, not even a “real college” according to her. I make my living selling my paintings at a few galleries around the city.  I am slowly building a following.  It makes my mother crazy that if it weren’t for the trust fund my father set up for me before he died, I would barely be making ends meet.

I told her two years ago that if she did this to leave me out of it.  That I didn’t want to be dragged into any media circus.  Cas was the perfect child.  Use him for the photo ops and just pretend I didn’t exist.  It would be better for everyone.

And then my mother’s secretary called and said Mom wanted me to come over Friday night for dinner.  it wasn’t unusual for Abby to call for my Mom because she was busy so I didn’t think anything of it.

Friday night when I arrived (late of course) Cas and Meg were there, but so were two men I didn’t know.  I immediately smelled something fishy and pulled Cas aside.

“Who are those guys?” I whispered to him.

“Some guys from Mom’s PR team.  They did some kind of analysis or study or something and decided that mom comes across as too cold.”

“I could have told them that for free.” I muttered under my breath.

“Y/N.” Cas chided me. “Anyway. They want to humanize her, make her seem more like a family gal.  That’s where we come in, I guess.”

“Great.  Just great.” This night was sinking from bad to worse.

After dinner, we all retired to the library for coffee.  I waited for the lecture to begin.  The younger man spoke first.  “Dr. Novak, our focus groups found that people thought you were an excellent surgeon, but didn’t really think of you as family oriented.  Most saw you as focused on your career.  We need to change that.”

I could tell my Mom wasn’t thrilled with his words, but she hid it well.  “What do you suggest then?”

“More public appearances by your family.  Have your children attend your speeches and debates.  It will help.”  He replied.

Now the older gentleman took over.  “There is one more thing.  Your daughter is an unmated Omega, is she not?”

“That’s none of your business!” I said angrily.

The younger one looked at me with distain.  “During this campaign, everything is our business.  You are going to be presented as a Beta like your mother. You'll need to take scent blockers and suppressants to hide your scent.”

“What? Why?” I snapped at him.

“Because an unmated Omega daughter is a liability we don’t need.”   The older one said.

“I won’t do it!  I’m not ashamed of what I am!” I stated furiously.

My mother spoke for the first time.  “You will do what you are told or I will make sure you are cut off without a cent.”

“Cas!” I plead, staring at my brother.

“She controls the trust, Y/N.  There’s nothing I can do, I’m sorry.”  Cas frowns at our mother.  “Is this really necessary, Mom?”

I jump up from the table. “I’m so done here.”  I say angrily.   I grab my coat from the closet and run down the hallway before anyone can stop me.  I hop the nearest elevator and am on the street minutes later.  It’s a nice night so I begin to walk.  A few blocks later I come to a bar and decide to stop for a drink.  I sit down at the bar and order a Long Island Ice Tea, and very quickly another.

Suddenly my head whips around as I smell the most delectable scent of Alpha I have every smelled in my entire life..  I look up, and UP, and this incredibly tall man is standing in front of me.  He is gorgeous: long shaggy brown hair, hazel eyes, muscled body, amazing smile.  I have the nagging feeling I have seen him somewhere before, but I chug my drink and it passes. I smile at him.

“Can I buy you a drink?” He asks, grinning at me.

Part 2

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Undone || Malec

Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/569888954-undone-malec-three AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14520396/chapters/33638313

CHAPTER THREE

Everyone regrouped in the ops centre and Rafael made sure to listen out for details on how the evening had progressed. "What did you find?" the head of security asked.

"The box my mum used to keep Jonathon's things in." Clary replied.

"It was right where Izzy found Max." Jace explained.

"I know Max had his eyes on it." Alec confirmed. "He was so determined to prove himself."

"It's possible he found a way to use the box to track Jonathon." Jace continued and Rafael tuned out for a bit, turning his gaze to his exhausted brother.

"You should sleep for a bit, conserve your energy." Rafael prompted. Max looked like he was about to protest but sighed, knowing he wouldn't be of any help if he couldn't perform the spell. Rafael spotted the Shadowhunter that arranged their sleeping arrangements earlier. "Hey man." Rafael smiled apologetically.

"My brother's exhausted from fighting a hoard of shax demons today. Do you mind if he sleeps for a bit? Is there somewhere he can rest?" Rafael asked as nicely as possible. The Shadowhunter appeared indifferent about it.

"Sure, the spare rooms are down that hall then up the stairs. He can go in the one at the end." The man informed and Rafael nodded before turning to Max.

"Did you hear that?"

Max rolled his eyes. "We both know where the spare rooms are." He scoffed. Rafael shrugged and helped his brother up. "I can make it there myself, don't worry." Max assured. "Just stay updated on what's happening." Rafael agreed reluctantly and waved his brother away. He tuned back into the conversation.

"-without it. Alec, he could still be in the building." Jace cautioned. So they knew Jonathon was amongst them.

"We have to confirm he's still inside."

"He saw what the real Jonathon looks like, he will be glamoured as one of our own." Jace concluded and Rafael internally commended them on figuring it out as he turned to watch the perimeter for any sign of hellhounds.

"Hiding in plain sight." Clary added uneasily.

Alec breathed in and looked like he was forming a plan. "Okay ... okay Sebastian I want you and any other personnel on-" Rafael blocked out the rest of his father's words and his blood ran cold. Sebastian. That was Jonathon's alias. Rafael fixed the blond Shadowhunter with a gaze full of contempt. That man had caused so much pain and heartache in his family. He wished he could just end him there and then. He clenched his hands to stay in his seat and not throttle the person who attacked his uncle.

"-If Jonathon's still in the building, he's not getting out alive!" Alec assured right to Jonathon's face and Rafael would have been pleased if he didn't know that the bastard would, indeed, get out alive. Rafael glared as the blond half-nephilim, half-demon marched off to perform whatever devious deed was next on his list. Rafael hated having to be rational, but he really couldn't do anything that interfered with their timeline too vastly.

Just then Alec rushed past and whipped his phone out, finger pressing urgently on call. He groaned in frustration when the person didn't pick up. "Magnus please ... I need your help. I know things are complicated right now but ... I just ... I need you ..." Alec sighed heavily and stopped the voicemail. Rafael felt his heart clench - he hated seeing his parents sad. Although they had the occasional argument, they were too in love to ever continue for too long. Hearing the sorrow in young Alec's voice only made Rafael more aware of how it didn't start out so easy.

"Fuck this." Alec snapped suddenly and his son watched as he stormed out the institute to personally get his lover to help. Rafael sighed and dreaded the destination of the evening.

~

Max could only manage a couple hours sleep, his mind was too restless despite his body's protests. After a while he couldn't handle being alone in this foreign room in this foreign time without the comfort of his brother. He went in search for Rafael, hoping he was still in the ops centre. However as he rounded one of the corridors he stopped in his tracks and backed up. He swallowed the lump in his throat when he spotted his papa addressing his father and family about his uncle.

"Max's only hope for recovery now lies with brother Enoch." Magnus explained regretfully. Alec looked disappointed by the news and went straight to denial.

"There's gotta be something! Anything-"

"Brother Enoch." Maryse Lightwood said sternly and Max flinched a little at the sight. This was the Maryse Lightwood still struggling with her prejudices. Although she had come to love Max, he knew he made her sad at the same time - he was nothing like her son. He loved his grandparents but there was only so far their tolerance could go.

As the silent brother went to help little Max Alec became desperate. "No!" He exclaimed.

"Alec! I know you're scared..." Max tuned out of the conversation, shutting his eyes tight. He hated seeing the ones he loved so miserable and there was nothing he could do about it. After a moment he cast one last glance round the corner and saw his papa holding his dad's hand as a comfort. Max, despite the sadness it spawned, couldn't help but smile at the fact that Magnus would always care for his dad and would comfort him when Max couldn't. He let out a breath and headed to find Rafael.

Luckily he was still by the monitors, looking frustrated at the results. Max smiled at the sense of familiarity and security that Rafael gave him despite the painful reality around them, his throbbing parabatai rune and the lack of his family and friends. "Hey." Max spoke softly and Rafael jerked to attention. He smiled at Max's ruffled blue hair but it dropped a little when he noticed something amongst the birds nest.

"Maxie." He said in a low voice. "One of your mark's is showing. Might want to strengthen your glamour." Rafael whispered. Max frowned and reached up to find one of his horns showing. He flushed and concentrated his magic once again. Generally he wasn't ashamed of being a warlock and it was a lot more accepted at the institute in his time but he knew the reaction would be less than great in their current situation.

Just then Rafael's attention snapped to one individual who started talking to Clary. His eyes narrowed and he turned to Max. "That's Jonathon." He hissed and Max's eyes went wide. It was the blond head of security. "His alias is Sebastian. You were right, it did start with an 'S'" Rafael sighed and watched curiously as they interacted.

"Clary's tricking him into holding electrum." Max mumbled.

"Shit's about to go down." Rafael grimaced. The next couple hours were a blur as the sun began to rise. Both Lightwood-Bane brothers witnessed the whole Jonathon attack failure then deflated when they saw their papa leaving the institute with tears in his eyes not long after.

"Dad's probably a mess." Max whispered.

"They both are." Rafael agreed. "I heard the other Shadowhunters talking and uncle Max is okay." Max felt relieved despite knowing the outcome.

"That's good." He smiled. "So, any progress on the demons?"

"No ... they didn't even attempt a breach. What's stalling them?" Rafael asked angrily. "Look we should get some rest. I'm sure that if they attack we'll know about it but I need my strength if we're going to be along for this confusing ride." Rafael admitted, feeling his eyes getting heavy. Max agreed and helped his brother towards the spare rooms.

"Rafael! Max!" They heard Isabelle call and turned to see her jog towards them in those ridiculously high heels. Rafael smiled tiredly in reply. "I just wanted to say thank you for helping me find my brother, I don't know what I'd have done if we didn't find him sooner. So thank you." She smiled, eyes a little red.

"We didn't really do anything but we're glad he's ok. I hope you're able to get some rest." Max smiled.

"Oh I wish ... Alec's called us into a meeting about what happened with Jonathon. Where are you boys headed?" She asked, changing the subject.

"We were hoping to get a few hours sleep because we need to get back to tracking those demons as soon as possible. We've contacted our team and they're staying at a friends. We'll regroup when we can." Max explained, feeling responsible to take on the charade for once. Rafael needed rest and shouldn't have to think so hard.

"Ok you boys get some rest, I'm sorry you came in the middle of it all. If I get a chance to spare I'll help you with your demon problem. If not I'll get Alec to assign a Shadowhunter to help you on the case in the institute." Isabelle smiled and patted Max on his arm. She felt strangely fond of the blue-haired boy. He reminded her a lot of her Max and her protective streak was still raw. She watched with a smile as the brothers helped each other to their room and hoped that once everything was over they'd have the chance to really talk. They seemed nice and there was something comforting about them that Isabelle found herself wanting to explore further.

~

Rafael and Max had finally got the rest they needed and decided to spar. Like their father is provided much needed stress relief and their iratzes had already gotten rid of the previous day's kinks. They had a quarterstaff each and circled each other on the floor. Rafael watched his brother quickly assess the situation, looking for any directional decision's in the boy's eyes. He saw the decision made in hardened blue eyes and prepared as his muscles twitched and he struck fast and hard. Rune's already activated, Rafael dodged with ease and went to get his brother in the back as he flew fast. His reflexes were good though as he blocked the blow.

Max's arms strained a little as he pushed back against his brother's strength. Rafael was the strongest warrior in the institute, Alexandra coming in close second. Max wasn't sloppy by any means but he had to focus on the skill of physical battle as well as mental when his magic came into play. Despite the conflict, he managed to keep up and found his parabatai's skills comforting. He made a quick decision, ducking under his brother's staff and kicking him behind the knee.

Rafael's knee bent but he followed the motion, rolling forward and twisting so fast the he swiped his brother's feet out from under him. Max let out an 'oof!' as his back hit the ground. Rafael chuckled and stood, looming confidently over his brother. "Nice technique and reaction time but you let your guard down when you thought you'd gotten me. Don't stop there, keep attacking until you know I'm down for certain." Rafael instructed and held out a hand for his brother.

"Solid advice." A voice complimented from the side. The brothers jerked their heads to the training room entrance. Alec and Isabelle stood there, similar expressions and stances. Isabelle uncrossed her arms and grinned brightly at the boys as Alec gave a small impressed smile - only the lifting of the corner of his mouth really.

"Thank you, I train the others at the institute." Rafael smiled and made his way towards the head of the institute, Max following suite.

"Really? What family do you come from?" Alec asked curiously. Rafael froze for a second, brain running on fast forward as he struggled to grasp a lesser-known Shadowhunting family name.

"True...wright." Rafael blurted out. Max almost gave an exasperated sigh, he was pretty sure that was made up.

"I haven't heard of the Truewrights." Isabelle said thoughtfully.

"Our legacy isn't very vast and our name relatively new." Rafael tried to explain. Alec seemed to accept that as he looked ready to change the conversation. "Isabelle here said you helped out in the ops centre yesterday when things got crazy during lock-down." He started and Rafael gave a nod.

"He got the operating systems back up in record time once Sebas- I mean Jonathon disabled them. Thanks to that we were able to save and find some institute footage regarding the elite guards. The quick back up also alerted the other Shadowhunters earlier about the crisis." Isabelle explained with an impressed smirk. Rafael felt himself flush a little and just knew his brother was giving him a smug look.

"Impressive." Alec agreed.

"U-um, thank you sir." Rafael couldn't help but get flustered. It's not like he didn't compliments from the older version of his father, but he thought it particularly difficult to impress the young and stubborn version of Alec Lightwood-Bane. No doubt he had other pressing matters that may distract from small feats like helping out with the security system. Isabelle seemed insistent that he get recognition though. Both brothers could tell they'd gained her trust and she wanted to help them.

"How's your field-work?" Alec addressed the younger brother.

"Ready and awaiting orders sir." Max replied automatically, both brothers had gotten past the shock of their situation enough to function as usual. Max was a good warrior and completed orders with vigour. He didn't want to fall behind his brother. Alec looked pleased with the response and turned to Isabelle who Rafael noticed was wearing her gear.

"Then you can suit up and accompany my sister on mission. Rafael, I appear to be lacking a head of security. What would you say to a part time position? I assure you we'll help with your demon problem as soon as possible. We'll get some other Shadowhunters scouting for any unusual demon activity."

Max and Rafael's pulses sped up, both honoured. Rafael was acting-head back home and head of security was a position of honour and he felt overwhelmed that he displayed enough skill and competency to not only gain their trust so quickly but be offered a sought after position in a prestigious institute. "I'd be honoured s-sir." Rafael couldn't help stutter. Alec gave a nod.

"I trust my sister's judgement and you've both proven to not be involved in any of the chaos that ensued yesterday. We'd appreciate any assistance you can offer." Alec replied justly before turning to Rafael. "Shall we?" he pressed and Rafael stood to attention.

He turned to his brother. "Good luck Maxie." He gave a reassuring smile at his brother's anxious gaze. He knew Max didn't like being separated but being on mission would put him in his element - he should be alright.

"You too Rafa." Max turned his attention to Isabelle as Alec and Rafael left to sort out the business of the day.

"Well you're all warmed up, grab your blades and let's go." Isabelle grinned brightly and Max couldn't help but return her enthusiasm. He loved his aunt Izzy.

As Rafael and Alec walked to his office in comfortable silence, Alec felt the need to clarify something that's been bothering him. "Look." He started firmly as Rafael fell into step with him. "My head of security just turned out to be a psychopathic murderer in league with Valentine and I usually wouldn't be so ready to accept another outsider for the position. I didn't have a good gut feeling about Sebastian but he saved my sister's life so I ignored it. I have a good gut feeling about you so you better not betray this offer of trust do you hear me?" Alec warned.

Rafael could see the exhaustion and sadness in his father's eyes and he wished he could reach out to comfort him but knew that wasn't possible. All he could do right now is try and ease his mind about Rafael's loyalty. "Of course sir. I welcome punishment if I don't fit up to your standards."

Alec raised an eyebrow but kept quiet. Once they reached the office, they went straight to business.

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