#but the degree planning n shit gonna kill me | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

javierpena-inatacvest · 7 months

Text

Chapter 12- I Love You. I Know.

Summary: As the end of October approaches, you and Javi learn more about celebrating Halloween and Dia De Los Muertos together. After a sleepless night, and a Halloween party at the Murphy's, Javi begins to open up to you about his past.

Word Count: 15.6K (I'm sweating)

Warnings: SMUT (18+), unprotected p in v sex (don't be silly, wrap your willy), oral (m receiving), vaginal fingering, creampie, praise kink, semi-public sex (Oh the poor Murphy's...), PTSD/Anxiety around grief, loss and Javi's past, some angst/tension, mentions of drinking/being drunk (Steve is getting PLASTERED), mentions of food/eating, SO MANY STAR WARS REFERENCES, literally this chapter made me sob while I was writing it, editing it, and re-reading it, I am SO sorry

A/N: You guys. Holy shit. This chapter really had me in my feels. This chapter was def a labor of love, but I'm really happy with how it turned out!! Thank you for as always for all you kind words, you truly, truly, TRULY have no idea how much your support means to me 😭💖 Also please don't kill me after you finish reading this chapter I PROMISE *things* are happening so soon I can literally taste it, but I needed for this chapter to happen first, and you would be silly to think that *things* didn't get its own whole ass chapter and I am just as excited as you AH

Series Masterlist Next Chapter Previous Chapter

The excitement of October’s conclusion was in the air, and the joys of getting to celebrate what you hoped would be the first of many holidays with Javi was at the forefront of your mind. While the end of summer meant school was here and your carefree days were gone until next June, October meant it was time for one of your favorite holidays- Halloween. It was one of your most cherished things to celebrate as a kid, and even still as an adult. The memories of jumping into leaf piles off your swingset with your brothers, dressing up in goofy, homemade costumes to trick-or-treat (because your mom was not about to buy 4 new sets of costumes every single year), carving pumpkins, and stealing as many of your brother’s Kit Kat bars as you could without getting caught, filled your heart with a warmth and joy that you couldn’t quite describe. While the 80 degree temperatures and lack of bright reds and yellows painted across the leaves falling from their trees was much different from the Chicago Octobers you were accustomed to, it hadn’t stopped you from heading full steam into Halloween.

“So do you have any thoughts on what we should be for Steve and Connie’s? I have no problem going out to buy stuff for costumes, but I can already hear my mom yelling at me for wasting my money on cheaply made clothes I’m gonna wear for 5 hours when I have something perfectly good in my closet.” You rolled your eyes as you shuffled through the hangers, Javi sitting on the edge of your bed folding the laundry you were working on putting away.

The two of you had gladly accepted the invitation from Steve and Connie to spend the weekend with them in San Antonio, as the Murphy’s planned to host a Halloween party at their house for their friends and co-workers, giving you and Javi a chance to have a fun weekend out of town together.

“Hmmmm?” He asked, looking up at you as you grabbed a few shirts, examining them for costume potential. “We’re dressing up for this thing?”

“Yeah, that’s like, the whole point of Halloween, dummy.” You giggled, throwing a few options on the floor before making your way over to your pants. “Didn’t you dress up as a kid for Halloween?”

Unlike yourself, Javi had spent his whole life celebrating Día de los Muertos, Halloween having nowhere near as much relevance to him as it did to you, spending the end of October and first days of November gathering with his family to spend the day making Pan de Muerto (Day of the Dead sweet bread), watching the parades on the streets of Downtown Laredo before visiting the cemetery where his grandparents were buried, decorating their graves in cempasúchil (marigold flowers), candles and photographs with his primos (cousins). Since his mom had passed, Javi hadn’t been home to celebrate with his family, and had almost forgone the tradition completely during his time in Colombia, the pain and loss of his mother and the solemn sadness of celebrating alone leading him to try his best to forget about the holiday all together.

“Uh, no, not, not really. Didn’t really do Halloween, isn’t really as much of a thing down here. My family always celebrated Día de Los Muertos instead.” He replied, almost embarrassed by his answer, not wanting to damper your excitement as you dug through your closet for costumes.

Your heart sank to your stomach, feeling awful that you hadn’t even taken into consideration that Javi's traditions around this time of year were completely different from what you were used to. The two of you had never really talked about how you wanted to celebrate future holidays, and always had wanted to make sure that the important parts of your lives were celebrated equally. Javi hadn’t said anything after you had spent the past few days putting up Halloween decorations around your apartment, and now you felt like an idiot assuming he had spent his whole life celebrating just like you.

“Oh… Shit. Javi, I’m so sorry, if you don’t wanna do costumes, we don’t have to, you just hadn’t said anything about Día de Los Muertos so I just assumed that-”

“Baby, it’s okay.” He pushed himself up off the bed, the width of his broad palms wrapping around your hips, trying to ease the guilt he could tell was rapidly consuming you. “You’re right, I never told you about it. It’s been a long time since I’ve done anything to celebrate it, and I haven’t been home for it since I’ve gotten back from Colombia. I just- I don’t really know how to feel about it, I guess. The last time I did anything for it was before my mom died. I was never able to bring myself to do anything about it while I was gone, and I guess now I just feel really shitty that was the way I decided to handle it.” It broke your heart to see the pain in his eyes, pulling yourself closer to him as you wrapped your arms around his stomach, leaning your head against his chest. It was then, the realization had hit you too- This would be your first year of holidays without Patrick. You didn’t know as much as you would have liked to about Día de Los Muertos, but you did know that it was to celebrate the lives of loved ones you’d lost, a feeling that you and Javi were both all too familiar with.

“Listen…” You raised your head, looking up at him, arms still intertwined around his waist. “I don’t- I don’t wanna make you do anything that you’re uncomfortable with. I guess this is the first time we’ve ever really talked about this kind of stuff. I wanna spend the rest of my life with you, Jav, and that means celebrating the things that are special to both of us. The things that are important to you are important to me too. I want our lives for us, for our future family, to be filled with all the things we care the most about, whether that means keeping old traditions or making our own new ones. It would mean a lot to me to get to celebrate Día de los Muertos with you, and if it’s okay, I would love to sprinkle in some Halloween too, because I’m fucking dying to carve a pumpkin.”

You smiled up at him as his hand slid under your jaw, his thumb tracing across your cheek as he tried his best to hold back the tears welling in his eyes. It took everything in him to not ruin his plans, wanting to run into the bedroom, grab the ring out of his sock drawer and propose to you that very instant. Even after all this time, Javi still couldn't believe that he was the person you wanted to share the rest of your life with. That you wanted to intertwine your past, present, and future with his, to have a life, a family, together that the two of you could cherish forever. Never in a million years had he assumed he’d be anywhere close to where he was today, holding the world’s most beautiful, perfect woman in his arms, as she told him how she wanted nothing more than to build a family and spend the rest of her days with him.

“Osita… I fucking love you so much, you know that?” He leaned in, his lips meeting yours in a soft and deep kiss, your heart racing as he pulled you in tighter.

“Yeah, I mean, I guess, just a little bit…” You giggled, poking fun at him, considering not a day had passed since the first night he had said it that Javi hadn’t told you just how much he loved you.

“Shut up, you dork.” He chuckled, making you squeal as he picked you up, playfully shaking you in his grasp before setting you back down. “I’d love nothing more, Hermosa. I don’t know how the fuck you’re supposed to carve a pumpkin or what the hell you have planned for these costumes, but I’m all in. I want it all with you, Osita. Thank you.”

“Of course. For as much or as little as you want to do for Día de los Muertos, I’m all in too. I’m gonna be honest, I love Hallowen. Not as much as Christmas, but it’s a close second. It means you’re gonna have to trust me with a giant ass knife and cover yourself in pumpkin guts, though.”

“My trust is quickly starting to fade. Seriously though, what the hell are we supposed to dress up as?” He raised an eyebrow at you, nodding over to the pile of clothes you had pulled from your closet, now piled on the floor.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got some ideas.”

The weeks leading up to the holidays had made for fun at home date nights, the both of you genuinely looking forward to learning about the traditions you had both held so dear to your hearts. Almost every night after work, you had done something to celebrate the events leading up to the day. You had shown Javi a few of your favorite Halloween movies, including It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown, Beetlejuice, and Ghostbusters, very adamantly insisting to him that those movies were about as scary as you were going to get, blaming your brothers for scarring you after forcing you to watch The Exorcist at the ripe age of 7 years old. In addition to the movies, you had told him about other funny Trick-Or-Treating stories from your childhood, Javi’s favorite being how your brothers, (being the ruthless idiots they were) paid one of their friends in all of their halloween candy to jump out of a bush dressed as a terrifying old lady to scare the absolute shit out of you, and making you quite literally pee your pants. In return Javi shared his favorite memories of cooking in the kitchen with his mom as she made Pan de Muertos for his family, the two of you even attempting to make it one of the nights after work, milling about the kitchen together as Javi told you about his family you had yet to meet, or had passed away long before you.

After a lengthy hunt, you were able to find pumpkins, bringing them to Chucho’s house to carve them since you had nowhere to put them inside your apartment. You offered him the rest of your Pan de Muertos in exchange for a place to work on your pumpkins, and while he gladly accepted the bread, the three of you knew Chucho was always happy to have you and Javi over, regardless.

“So tell me, mija,” Chucho spoke in between mouthfuls of sweet bread, rocking back and forth in his chair, “is there a meaning behind carving the pumpkins, or is it just for fun?”

“Just for fun! Okay, it looks like we’re ready, you want me to show you how to do it, or just let you go for it?” You smiled at Javi, the two of you sitting cross legged on Chucho’s porch, pumpkins open in front of you.

“You just scoop them out, right?” Javi questioned, looking into the pumpkin with an unsure grimace. “It seems like there's a lot in here, Osita. I have to get all of it out?”

“Yeah, or else you can’t see the design when you carve it. C’mon you big baby, just stick your hand in there and pull the guts out!” You laughed, digging your hand into your pumpkin, scooping out hearty globs of pumpkin guts, slopping them into the bucket Chucho had set out for you. Reluctantly, Javi joined, you and Chucho both absolutely dying at Javi’s face as his hand met the squishy fibers inside his pumpkin.

“Jesus, that feels fucking gross!” He laughed, shaking his head as he threw some of the seeds and strings into the trash next to him.

“You need me to do it for you?” You giggled, flicking a pumpkin seed at him as he winced with the second handful he pulled out.

“No, cabrón (asshole), I can do it.” Javi grumbled as he rolled his eyes at you, the both of you scooping hearty handfuls of goop.

“You hear that, Chucho? Calling me an asshole because he’s too scared to pull out pumpkin guts.” You looked back at his dad, giving him a playful grin, his smile already wide from the enjoyment of watching the two of you. With your back turned to Javi, you hadn’t noticed the small handful of seeds he had collected in his hand, lining up his arm to aim right at the back of your head. “I can’t believe that- HEY!” You whipped your neck around, running your hand over the back of your neck, picking seeds and strings out of your hair, seeing Javi snicker to himself as your jaw dropped open in shock. “Did you seriously just throw pumpkin guts at me?!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, must have been a ghost.” He shrugged, smirking to himself before digging his hand back into his pumpkin.

“You see this?!” You looked back at Chucho, pointing your finger at Javi, pretending to be stern, although your laughter quickly escaped. “Absolutely ridiculous, I swear.”

“Javier, that is no way to treat your future esposa! (Wife) No quiero mis nietos ser cubierto en calabaza! Me encantáran en cualquier caso, pero todavía! (I don’t want my future grandchildren covered in pumpkin! I will love them either way, but still!)” Chucho scolded with a smirk, you and Javi silently smiling to each other at the thought of one day doing this with your own children. Javi had tried to stop fighting off his dad’s comments about grandkids a while ago- Chucho knew just as well as the two of you that he would have his grandchildren soon enough.

“Ella lo pído… (She asked for it…)” Javi muttered under his breath, shooting his gaze up at you as he felt cold goop hit the side of his cheek, wiping the pumpkin you had just thrown at him off with the back of his hand, watching you smirk silently to yourself as you continued to scoop out your pumpkin.

“Ahora… Estamos a mano. (And now… We’re even.)”

The 3 of you chatted on the porch, the sky now painted a dark black, filled with twinkling constellations above as you finished carving your pumpkins. Yours, a cute ghost with a little smiley face, and Javi’s, what he had tried to convince you and Chucho was also a ghost, even though it looked more like he had just carved a squiggly hole in the middle of his. It took a little prodding and convincing, but as you all talked about how the Peña family had spent many a Día de los Muertos, you and Chucho were able to get Javi to agree to go visit his mom’s gravesite on the Sunday after you got back from Steve and Connie’s party. Chucho had even promised to keep his tias, tios, and primos (aunts, uncles, and cousins) completely out of the picture this year, wanting to give Javi all the time and space he needed to go see his mom for the first time since her funeral. He was reluctant at first, riddled with the guilt of leaving her unvisited all these years, but as he felt the gentle squeeze of your hand, your silent reassurance was all he needed to know that you would be by his side, every step of the way. As you said your goodbyes, Chucho hugged you just a little extra tighter than normal, as if to thank you for everything you had done for his son, and just how thankful he was to have you in his life, too.

Even though the Murphy’s had very graciously offered to let you and Javi stay on Friday night as well as Saturday, both Steve and Connie very much understood when you had told them on the phone that the only thing that you wanted to do after coming home from the chaos of managing an elementary school Halloween party was take a very, very long nap. You and Javi had spent the night ordering pizza and watching Young Frankenstein, only lasting about 20 minutes into the movie before you were dead asleep, snoring against Javi’s chest, still dressed in If You Give A Mouse A Cookie costume from earlier today. Carrying you to bed and undressing you from your mouse ears and oversized overalls, Javi curled into bed next to you, pulling your body against his as he stared at the ceiling. Despite how hard he tried to fall asleep, he laid there, wide awake as ever, as his head raced with the tornado of thoughts brewing inside his brain.

Javier Peña had never really considered himself to be an anxious person. For most of his life, he couldn’t be. For the sake of his job, the sake of his family after his Mom passed, Javi had survived the only way he had known how- Block it out, and ignore it. And so far, that strategy had seemed to bode for him pretty darn well. But that was before he had anyone who depended on him, cared about him, anyone who made his life worth living for. That was before he had met you. Now, Javi found himself at the crossroads of a moment he had been waiting for since the moment he had first laid eyes on you. Something that brought him absolute joy and sheer terror at the same time- Javier Peña was going to propose to you, and he was an anxious fucking mess.

If that in itself wasn’t enough, things at the Laredo County Sheriff's Department had been an absolute shit show. Mexico was the only thing on anyone’s radar, making for long days and high tension at the office, trying to do anything to slow the spread of the cartel’s influence across the border. Day after day, report after report, it felt like the department was drowning in the endless shitty news of new death tolls, record breaking trafficking stats, and lack of control as cocaine moved across the Rio Grande at a groundbreaking pace. Even though he found himself even further removed from Mexico than he ever was in Colombia, he couldn’t help but feel that painful, searing wrench in his gut when he sat down to really think about it.

You.

Spending your lives together.

Having a family.

Protecting his wife and kids.

The things he would do to keep you safe.

The terrible things he had done he had justified were keeping other people safe.

The imagines of the things he wish he could unsee.

The pain and hurt he wished he could take back.

The fear of what he was capable of doing.

So with a knot in his chest from work, a ring hidden away in his sock drawer, and the beginnings of a plan to ask the woman he loved more than life itself to marry him, Javi coped with the weight of his stress the only way he knew how. He couldn’t fucking sleep.

The thoughts played in his mind on repeat, torturing him with every loop around his brain. He tried his best to close his eyes, to empty his head for a moment of peace, but no matter how much he wished he could have willed himself to sleep, it was no use. By the time the alarm clock on his nightstand read 2:05 AM, Javi had completely given up on the idea of rest for the night, quietly making his way out of bed to go wander around the living room. It wasn’t long before you too were also awake, rolling over in your sleep to find Javi’s space in the bed cold and empty. Rubbing your eyes and propping yourself up against your pillow, you scanned around the darkness of your room as you came to, realizing that Javi was nowhere to be found. Draping one of the blankets from your bed over you, you crept into the hallway, greeted by the soft light of one of the living room lamps painting shadows against the wall.

“Javi, are you up?” Your voice still soft and sleepy, rubbing your hand along your face, squinting from the sudden brightness that lit up the room.

“Osita, baby, did I wake you up? I'm so sorry. Go back to bed, okay?” Javi shot up from the couch, setting down whatever book he had been half focused on reading as he watched your bed headed figure meander into the living room.

“No, it’s okay.” You grumbled, holding out your blanket covered arms for Javi to melt his body into yours, wrapping you in a tight hug. You pressed your head into the bare skin of his chest, snaking your hands around his waist as he planted his lips against the the top of your head, burying his nose in your tangled hair. “Baby, what’s going on? Why can’t you sleep? I’m worried about you, Jav.”

“I’m… Yeah, I’m okay, Hermosa. Just a lot on my mind.” He sighed, his exhale still buried in your hair as he savored the smell of you, still lingering even in your sleepy state.

His pause alone was enough to know okay wasn’t the word that you would use to describe Javi right now. His words were burdened and fatigued, making it clear that whatever was on his mind was weighing on him more heavily than he wanted to admit.

“Are you sure? Javi, if you wanna talk about anything, you know I’m always here, right?”

You wanted so desperately to pry. Everything in you had a feeling that whatever was keeping him up were entangled in the parts of his dark parts past, the last secrets holding up the final wall between the two of you. You knew from your brothers how hard it was to talk about the pain and suffering they had witnessed, and begging them to talk about it before they were ready only seemed to make it worse. Hell, after Patrick died, it felt like you didn’t sleep for weeks, and it had taken you months to open up about it. You knew Javi hurt, and as much as you wanted to, digging deeper into the things that plagued him in his restless nights wasn’t what he needed right now. Right now, he just needed someone to be there for him.

“Is there anything I can do, Javi? I just wanna help.” The breath of your sympathetic whispers were hot against Javi’s skin, squeezing your arms to pull him as close to you as he could. He paused for a moment, letting out another deep breath as cradled the back of your head with his palm, running his hands through your hair.

“Will- Will you stay up with me? Just a little bit longer?” His voice trembled as you turned your head to lock your eyes with his, the gentle nod of your head bringing him a moment of relief.

“Of course, baby. Of course I’ll stay up with you. Do you wanna turn on the TV or put on a movie? Sometimes that helps me sleep.” You stretched your arms over your head, scrunching your face as you yawned before tugging your blanket tighter around your body.

“Believe me, Hermosa, I know it does.” He let out a soft chuckle as he pressed a soft kiss against your forehead.

“Oh shit, yeah that is true. I don’t even think I made it halfway through Young Frankenstein tonight, which is a crime. It’s such a good movie. I don’t even remember getting into bed.” You yawned again, this time taking one of your blanket covered fists to try and rub the sleep out of your eyes, forcing yourself to stay awake.

“Well, if you give a mouse pizza and a movie after a long day at school, then she’ll probably need her boyfriend to carry her to bed because she’s so tired.” Now awake enough, Javi’s cute jab at your costume for school made you let out a little giggle, giving him a little shove with your blanket wrapped body. “Why don’t we turn the rest of it on, so you can finish watching?”

“I don’t wanna fall asleep on you, Javi.” You grumbled, pouting up at him, considering he had just asked you to stay awake with him.

“It’s okay. As long as I have you by me, I’ll be alright, I promise.” Reluctantly, you nodded in agreement, plopping yourself on the couch as Javi turned on the TV, rewinding the VHS tape to the point where you had fallen asleep earlier before joining you, draping his arm around your shoulder as you tucked in your knees and scooted closer to him. You sat for a few minutes in silence, letting the sounds of the movie fill the background. As you turned your head to look up at Javi, you could tell that even though his eyes were pointed at the screen, there was no way he was really watching the movie. Reaching up your hand, you ran your fingers across the length of his strong jaw, his stubble scratching against your palm, forcing him to look back at you. Your eyes met his, the sweet, chocolate brown looking back at you, with a confusing mix of exhaustion, guilt, want and helplessness. You brought your face closer to his, your lips now only inches apart as your whispers danced against his mouth, desperate to find something to ease his pain.

“What do you need, Javi? Whatever you need, I’ll give it to you.”

His tongue swept against his bottom lip, taking one last shaky breath before his words left his body with his exhale.

“You. I need you.”

His hands found their way to the bare skin of your thighs, his fingertips barely brushing against your flesh as he traced his way up to your torso, toying with the hem of one of his shirts that always looked so much better on you than him. Pressing his palm against the soft curves of your stomach, he tugged at the waistband of your sleep shorts, causing you to shift your body so he could slide them down your legs. Reaching over towards his lap, you grasped at his boxers, feeling him already half hard under the fabric as you rubbed your hand against him. Javi held your hips, slowly guiding you to straddle him as you kicked your shorts off your feet, leaving them in a pile on the ground. Slowly, you began to grind deeper into his lap, the feeling of him now fully hard beneath you. Gently prompting you to raise your arms over your head, Javi lifted your shirt, leaving you bare as he dropped it next to your shorts.

“Is this okay?” Javi rasped, pressing languid kisses against your neck and collarbone as you ran your hands against the width of his broad shoulders.

“Of course, baby.” Your reply low and horse as you began to drag the fabric of his boxers lower and lower, finally letting his cock spring free as his waistband pushed past. You brought your palm to your mouth, licking a long, wet strip across it before wrapping it around his length, thumbing over the precum already leaking from his tip. Javi tilted his head against the back of the couch as you twisted your wrist, stroking his cock, letting out a hushed moan before sitting back up to watch you.

“You’re fucking perfect, Osita. I don’t deserve you.” He dug his fingertips into the soft flesh of your ass, his sweet, brown eyes locked on yours as you pressed against him, nibbling at his ear.

“You deserve everything, Javi. I could give you everything in the world and it still wouldn’t be enough.” Javi grasped at your face, cupping your cheeks as he pressed his lips against yours in a deep, intense kiss, his voice shaky and lustful as his mouth parted with yours before he spoke.

“I don’t need anything besides you, Osita. Eres mi todo. Estás todo lo que necesito. (You are my everything. You’re all I’ll ever need.) He shuttered, letting out a low groan as you continued to rub your hand along his length, Javi now reaching down to trace lazy circles around your clit before dipping his fingers inside your wet heat. His fullness made you whimper, wrapping tighter around his cock as you stroked him, now bucking your hips against his hand as his fingers curled, bumping against the spongy spot that made you lose control. “Does that feel good, sweet girl? Fuck, you’re so wet.

“Mhmmmmm.” You gasped, rapidly nodding your head as his digits pulsed inside you, your cunt already drenched, desperate to feel the fullness of his dick, despite the thickness of his fingers. Carefully, you lifted your hips, moving yourself closer to him as you ran your fingers through the soft ends of his sleepy curls. Sitting up on your knees, Javi removed his hand as he watched you hover over him, his palms roaming to your hips as you guided his tip through your folds, collecting your arousal before lining him up with your entrance. His jaw went slack as you lowered down on to him, taking your time as you savored the stretch of every sweet inch until you had bottomed out at his base.

“Fuckkk, baby.” He mewled, gently guiding his hands against your hips as you dragged yourself up along his length before headfully sinking back down, the tip of his cock bumping against your cervix with each movement. Javi nipped at your neck, trailing hot, wet kisses down your collarbone before stopping at your breasts, flicking this tongue along each of your pebbled nipples as you pushed deeper into his lap, whimpering at his touch. “My sweet girl, always taking me so well, like you were fucking made for me, baby. God, you’re so fucking gorgeous.” Javi pulled you in tighter, caging his chest against yours as his arms wrapped around the small of your back as he rested his face in the crook of your neck. “Fuck, I love you so much, Osita.” His words were desperate and needy against your bare skin, digging your fingers into his dark curls as you swirled your hips around his cock.

“I love you too, Javi. More than anything.” You moaned as felt Javi shift his weight, thrusting upwards as he buried himself deep inside you. His fullness had you digging your nails into the nape of his neck, your body melting into his with each push and pull against each other. You could feel the all too familiar tingle creeping up your legs and through the base of your spine as Javi’s hand found its way to circle around your clit, already throbbing as the curled hair around his base brushed against your sensitive nerves. The lewd noises of your moans and tangled bodies drowned out the sounds of the TV behind you, practically hearing how wet you were as Javi cock slipped in and out of your heat, his pace pounding as he punched into you. You could feel your walls beginning to tighten around him, arousal pooling in your belly, Javi knowing you were close as you whimpered into the crook of his neck. “Fuck baby, don’t stop- ahhhh- please don’t stop, I’m so close.”

“I know, baby, I know. Let go for me, Osita. Wanna feel you soak my lap before I fuck you full of me. Cum for me baby, it’s okay, I’ve got you.” Javi’s fingers rubbed faster along your clit as you rolled your hips, sinking yourself deeper onto his cock with each thrust, your vision going white as you could feel yourself come undone.

“Javi, Javi- fuck- Javi, Jav-ahhhhhh.” You could feel yourself gush around him, crying out his name as you reached your high, your legs shaking and fingers digging into his skin, pleasure flowing through your veins.

“That’s it, Hermosa. Fuck, baby, I’m gonna cum too, fuck myself so deep inside you. My perfect girl. Mierda- Quiero que seas mío para siempre, mi amor. Solo tú, por siempre y para siempre. (Shit- I want you to be mine forever, my love. Only you, forever and always). Fuck me, I- fuckkkk.” Javi hissed as he buried himself deep in your hilt, spilling every drop of his spend against your walls. You could feel the mixture of the both of you dripping down your thighs, soaking Javi’s lap as you slumped into his body, your heart racing as the damp curls of his hair pressed against your shoulder. You both sat there for a moment, letting your chests rise and fall together in sync as you came to. “Fuck me, Osita. I could stay like this forever, baby.”

“You and me both. Although, I feel like that would make things awfully inconvenient for the both of us.” Your soft, sleepy giggles making Javi smile as he ran his fingers though the twisted ends of your hair. Carefully, you lifted yourself up, hissing at the loss of Javi inside you.

“Thank you, Osita.” Javi whispered, tenderly circling his thumb along your jaw as you curled up next to him.

“For what?”

“Just- fuck, you’re so good to me. I don’t know what I’d do without you. So, I just- thank you. Thank you for being everything I need.” Planting a gentle kiss on your forehead, Javi pulled you tighter, holding you in his arms as you leaned against him.

“I’ll always be here for you, Javi. I promise.”

You hoped he knew. That he knew your words were true. That when the time came for him to open up to you, letting you into the painful past that loomed above him, that you wouldn’t run. You would be right by his side, just as you were right now.

“Well good morning, Sleeping Beauty.” Javi chuckled as you twisted in the passenger seat, stretching your arms over your head, scrunching your face, letting out a lengthy yawn.

“Fuck, how long was I asleep for? How much longer do we have left? Sorry, I wasn’t planning on sleeping that long, I just wanted to take a nap for a little while we drove.” You ran your hands over your face, looking out at the bright Texas sun shining over the neat suburban neighborhood you now found yourself driving through. Javi reached over across the center console, rubbing his hand along your thigh as he chuckled to himself.

“Baby, I knew from the moment you fell asleep you were gonna be out for the rest of the drive, it’s okay. I was just worried I was gonna have to wake you up in the Murphy’s driveway.” You grumbled as you looked over at Javi, giving him a playful swat against his arm, shaking your head, now emerging from your post nap fog.

“Well if we weren't up fucking at 2:30 in the morning, perhaps I wouldn’t be so tired, hmmmm?”

Javi rolled his eyes as you poked fun at how the both of you had found yourselves last night, trying to ease Javi’s sleeplessness. While your solution had worked enough to ease him back to bed, it had now left you wide awake, wondering what had been going through Javi’s head, torturing him enough to keep him up. It had also meant that the two of you had slept in much longer than you intended, leaving later than planned for Steve and Connie’s. The two of you had quickly packed your things and hit the road, stopping to grab lunch on the way before you found yourself dead asleep next to Javi for the last hour and a half of your journey to San Antonio. With only a few minutes now left in your drive, you peered out the window, admiring the houses that lined the quiet streets of the Murphy’s neighborhood.

“This is a cute subdivision.” You smiled over at Javi, admiring the houses, charming and inviting as they were freshly decorated from Halloween.

“Yeah, it is pretty nice.” He grinned back, wrapping his palm around your thigh, giving your leg a little squeeze. He took a deep breath, his voice now shifting in tone, becoming more shaky and nervous. “Would you uh- would you, um, wanna live in a neighborhood like this?”

“Maybe. I don’t know, the houses are all really close together. I spent so much of my life in the city, and even at my house growing up, everything always felt so cramped. After coming here, especially after seeing your ranch, I don’t know, I would love to be somewhere with more space. But that’s a big ask, so, maybe one day if it works out, I guess.” You reached over, rubbing your hand along Javi’s arm, your soft smile meeting his tender gaze as he smirked, nodding to himself.

“Yeah, one day.”

Taking a last turn down one of the neighborhood streets, the two of you pulled up to the quaint two story home belonging to the Murphy’s. Turning off the ignition, Javi paused for a moment, grinning to himself as he ran the hand resting on your leg up to your face, cupping your check as his eyes roamed the length of your body, taking every inch of you in as his sweet brown eyes consumed you. “I love you, Osita.”

“I love you too, Jav.” Both of your heads tilted, your lips gently pressing against one anothers as you traced your hand through Javi’s dark curls, pulling him closer into you. You could feel his smile against your mouth as his tongue barely swiped against your bottom lip, the two of you so lost in the moment, you hadn’t even seen Steve make his way out of the house to greet you, let alone the fact that he was now standing at the driver’s side door, hands on his hips as he watched your impromptu makeout session in Javi’s truck.

“You two lovebirds want help bringin’ your bags in, or do I need to give you a minute?” Steve chuckled to himself as you and Javi shot up, hearts racing and faces going white hearing his distinct drawl and rapid tapping at the driver’s side window. Taking a deep breath to compose himself, Javi placed one more soft kiss on your forehead before promptly turning around to flip off Steve and opening the driver’s side door. “You two are worse than a pair of horny teenagers, I swear.” You could hear Steve still snickering to himself as you exited out your side of the car, making your way over to find Javi and Steve in a tight hug, lovingly patting each other on the back.

“Fuck off, Murph.” Javi shook his head against Steve’s embrace, pulling away to grab your two bags from the backseat.

“Listen, I’m not the one makin’ out in my driveway.” Steve shrugged as you sheepishly emerged from your side of the truck, smiling at you as grimaced at him.

“He started it…” You glanced over at Javi, you and Steve now both giggling as he pulled you in for a hug.

“Of course he did, wouldn’t put anything past this old bastard. How ya doin’ sweetheart? Good to see the both of you, we’re really glad you guys could make it.

“She’s doing great after the hour and a half nap she took on the way here.” Javi interjected, slamming the truck door behind him, slinging both of your bags over his shoulder.

“Whatever, you meanie. In my defense, I was not planning to sleep that long, and I think Halloween exhaustion got the best of me.” You shot Javi a quick wink, trying to bite down on your lip before turning back to face Steve.

“Listen, I don’t blame ya. I’m fuckin’ exhausted after trick-or-treating with 3 kids, let alone tryin’ to keep ‘em wrangled at school all day. I love those girls, but I don’t think I could've gotten them in my parents car fast enough when they came to pick ‘em up this morning. Here, come on in, I won’t make you stand out in the driveway all day, unless you need to make out more.”

As you stepped into the Murphy home, you were greeted by an abundance of Halloween streamers and banners hanging in the living room and up the stairwell to the second floor, along with a few Barbie dolls and accessories scattered across the entryway, nearly stepping on one as you came through the door. You could smell the sweet scent of something baking in the kitchen as Connie came rushing through the hallway, arms outstretched to greet you and Javi. “Oh it’s so good to see you two, thank you so much for coming!” Connie squeezed you and Javi in a tight hug before she backed away, kicking one of the toys on the floor across the room. “Sorry about the Barbies, I told the girls to clean up before they left for their grandparents this morning but I think all 3 of them are still running on a sugar high from last night and that obviously didn’t happen.”

“Thank you so much for having us! Don’t worry about it at all, I totally understand! Javi was just telling me on the way over how much he was hoping the girls had Barbies he could play with anyways!” The 3 of you laughed as Javi rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest as you gave him a smirk and a little nudge.

“Fuck, I forgot how funny she was Jav.” Steve snickered to himself, picking up one of the Barbies and tossing it across the room into one of the toy baskets along the wall. “Seriously though, we are really glad you guys could make it. Your birthday party was fun as hell, old man. Glad to be close enough to actually see each other and do stuff like this again.”

Before Javi would respond, you all jumped, startled by the sound of the kitchen timer beeping rapidly from the other room. “Oh crap, sorry, I gotta grab the cupcakes out of the oven!” Connie grimaced apologetically, making her way back to the kitchen.

“Do you need any help?” You asked, excited to spend more time with Connie.

“Oh my gosh actually if you could help with frosting the cupcakes that would be amazing. I made these yesterday for Olivia and Abby’s class parties, and I had no idea it was gonna take so long and was worried I wasn’t going to have enough time for all of them before the party! Thank you!”

“Of course!” You replied, grinning at her before following her lead to the kitchen, giving a little wave as you disappeared around the hall, looking back at Steve and Javi. “Have fun, you two.”

Steve paused for a moment until the both of you were out of sight, waiting to forcefully slap his hand against Javi’s chest, making him groan from the unexpected pain.

“What the fuck was that for, you jackass?” Javi winced, glaring at Steve.

“Where the fuck’s the ring, man?! Steve hissed through gritted teeth, looking back at Javi in disappointment. “I thought you were gonna fuckin’ do it after you got back from Chicago and met her family?! I thought everything was all good with- oh shit, did something happen with the ho-”

“Shhhhhh! You fuckin’ idiot, please, talk louder, I don’t think the people at the end of the street could hear you.” Javi looked around the corner, clenching his jaw, praying that you hadn’t heard anything from the kitchen.

“I’m not that fuckin’ loud… Shit, what the fuck happened then?” Steve grumbled, looking over at Javi with concern.

“Can we maybe talk about proposal plans somewhere that’s not right by the woman I’m trying to propose to?” Running his thumb over his balled fists, Javi’s eyes darted back and forth, staying on the lookout for your return.

“Fine, fine, fine. I’ll show you where the guest room is and then you can tell me.” Steve motioned up the stairs, Javi trailing behind with both your bags draped around his shoulders

“Was I really that fuckin’ loud?”

“…Have you heard yourself talk?”

“So how’s everything been going at work? There definitely was a full moon sometime in the past week because things were crazy at the hospital, I’m sure they had to be equally as bad at an elementary school.” You and Connie giggled as you squeezed a dollop of orange frosting onto one of the cupcakes before taking one of the little bags to pipe on eyes and a mouth to make it look like a pumpkin.

“Oh my god, I think it must have been on Wednesday, I had a boy cut another girl’s hair with scissors and then had to call another parent because her daughter bit another kid at recess pretending to play werewolves. I felt really bad we didn’t come last night, I was exhausted after our Halloween party, I fell asleep on poor Javi at like, 8 o’clock.”

Although you found yourself laughing with Connie again, you couldn’t help but shake the uncomfortable feeling you had in your gut as you thought about after you had woken up in the middle of the night to find Javi wide awake and distressed. You carefully set down your spatula, taking a deep breath before glancing over at Connie, still frosting next to you. “Hey, uh, Connie? Can, um- Can I ask you something?” Connie immediately sensed the shift in your tone, putting down her cupcake.

“Of course, honey. What’s going on?”

“Did um, did- Did Steve ever- ever talk to you? About all the stuff that happened in Colombia? I mean like, I know you were there, but I don’t know. Sorry, I don’t know what I’m trying to ask, this is probably way too personal, I-” You could feel yourself shrinking, retracting in embarrassment at your overly intrusive question, unable to finish your thought before Connie cut you off, placing her hand on your shoulder.

“Oh, honey…” Her eyes were filled with sympathy as they looked back at yours, letting out a sigh before she responded. “Did something happen?” You began to nod your head no, even though you could feel the words yes burning in your throat. You took another shaky breath, trying to hold back the tears now welling in your eyes as you spoke.

“No I mean- well, yeah, I guess. Last night, I woke up and Javi wasn’t in bed. He was out in the living room and I could tell that something was bothering him. I don’t know- maybe it was nothing. I just- when my brothers came back from active duty, there were a lot of things that kind of just went unspoken. I knew it was hard for them to talk about. Charlie handled it okay, but my brother Patrick never wanted to talk to anyone about what happened, and it just- I don’t know Connie, I don’t think Javi would ever do anything stupid like he did, but- fuck- it scares me sometimes. I know Javi’s done things that he’s probably not proud of, and I get it’s part of the nature of what his job was. I don’t care. I really don’t. People do shitty things when they’re put in shitty situations. But he never talks about it. Ever. Does… Does he not trust me? I care about him so much, Con. More than anything. I get so worried about him.”

Your tears were now streaming down your cheeks, leaving your face wet as you wiped the back of your hand across your skin to try and do some form of damage control before Connie embraced you, pulling you in for a hug, tightly wrapping her arms around you. “Oh sweetheart. Of course he trusts you. When Steve came back, he was a mess. I don’t think it really all hit him until he was finally home. I guess you’re right, it was different because I was there, but even then, there were things that happened that I didn’t know about. After begging and begging him, I finally got him to go to see someone and it really helped, but even now, there’s times where it still creeps up on him. Honey, Javi loves you so much. I didn’t think I’d ever live to see the day he was in love as he is with you. If he’s anything like Steve, he just doesn't wanna hurt you.”

You sniffled, taking a step back to wipe your nose with your sleeve, your lip trembling as you tried to keep from crying harder than you already were. “But that’s what hurts, Connie. It hurts me to think he has to keep this from me, like I’m gonna think less of him for what he’s been through.”

“I know. Have you talked to him about it?” Connie’s voice was gentle and sweet, rubbing her hand along your arm as she listened to what you needed to get off your chest.

“No… I guess I should have. I never wanted to pry. I know it’s hard to talk about, I just- I wanna be there for him Connie. I don’t want him to have to do it all on his own.” You shifted your gaze to the ground, guilt washing over you. After Patrick, you couldn’t live with the idea of letting Javi try to suffer through his past alone. You loved him more than anything- and even the slightest thought of going through anything similar to what had happened to Patrick again with Javi was almost paralyzing.

“I think the best thing you can do is to go talk to him.” Looking back up, you saw Connie smiling at you, trying to convince you that everything would be okay, even if it felt like it wasn’t. “Why don’t you go find him? Party’s starting soon anyways, you can go change into your costumes and come down wherever you’re ready. I’ll be just fine with the cupcakes, tell Steve can put himself to work frosting.” The both of you grinned as you tried to wipe your tears, nodding slowly in agreement.

“Thanks, Connie.” You whispered into her shoulder as you pulled her in for a hug before heading up the stairs to find where Javi and Steve had gone. It didn’t take you long to find the pair, hearing their voices carry through the hallway from the slightly cracked door of the guest bedroom. You were about to knock and interrupt their conversation, stopping yourself with your fist barely touching the door as you tried to make out what they were talking about.

“The offer was in fucking cash, too. I was trying to make it easier so I could speed up the process, but it’s been taking them so goddamn long to close on everything so I can finally go sign the fucking paperwork.”

“That fuckin’ blows, Jav. I’m sorry. It’s not like she knows any better, though. It’ll still be a huge fuckin’ surprise, I’ll tell you that much.”

“I know. It’s been killing me to wait this long. I just want it to be perfect, Steve. She deserves everything. Honestly, I’m kinda glad it bought me some more time. I need to find a way to get her to see it before everything’s official in case she fucking hates it.”

“Javi. She’s not gonna hate it. Fuck it, tell her Connie and I are lookin’ for somethin’ and we wanted you two to go see it for us. I don’t know, maybe that’s too obvious. Speakin’ of which, I should probably go check to see if she needs anything before this party, I’m already in the fuckin’ dog house for forgettin’ to bring the girl’s trick-or-treatin’ bags to school, I don’t need to be in trouble for anything else.”

What the hell were they talking about? What was Javi signing? Why was it taking so long? What the hell did it have to do with you? Wait… holy fuck. No way… Was he-

Before you could finish your thought, you suddenly realized Steve was making his way towards the door. You quickly rapped your fist against the wood, trying to play off the fact you had been eavesdropping and make it look like you had just unassumingly made your way upstairs, not overhearing the conversation the two were just having.

Knock, knock.

“Hey, it’s me! Uh, Steve, Con wants to know if you can help her with the cupcakes really quick.” You pushed open the door, trying your best to smile at the suspicious pair as Steve shook his head, looking back at Javi.

“It’s always fuckin’ somethin’. I don’t even know what I did wrong this time, I swear.” Steve held up his hands defensively, sliding his way past you in the doorway before heading downstairs, leaving you standing there awkwardly, unsure how to feel after your conversation with Connie and the one you had just overheard.

“Hey, Osita. How’s everything goin’ down there? Sorry, we were just about to come down and- Hey, baby, you okay?” Javi stood up, concern spreading across his face from the strange scrunch in your brow as you stared at the floor.

“Ummmm…” You froze for a moment, unsure of what to do. On the one hand, your conversation with Connie had you ready to confront Javi, to finally work up the courage to ask him about the past life he had tried his best to keep from you. But as you glanced over at him, seeing his sweet brown eyes and stupidly handsome face, remembering the discussion you had just overheard through the doorway, the other hand meant you weren’t at risk of ruining your night that the two of you had been so looking forward to, and right now, the other hand was going to have to be the one you needed to play. “Yeah, yeah, I’m good, I just- I was gonna ask you something but forgot what I was gonna say. I’m sure I’ll remember it eventually.” You smiled at Javi, neither of you completely convinced by your response. “But um, Connie said that people are gonna start getting here soon, so we can change into our costumes if you want.” A smirk slowly stretched across your cheeks as you nodded over to the black duffle bags laying on the bed.

Javi’s grin matched yours quickly, grabbing your hips and pulling you closer against him as you giggled. “You sure we’re not gonna be the only ones dressed up?”

“Well considering it’s a Halloween party and I literally just talked to Connie about what she and Steve are wearing downstairs, I’m gonna give it a pretty confident yes. Worst case, it just looks like you’re wearing a white shirt and vest, Mr. Solo. You stuck up, half-witted, scruffy looking nerf herder.” You raised your eyebrows, playfully poking at his chest. Javi paused, shaking his head at your quote, firing one right back at you as he bit down on his lip.

“You just like me because I’m a scoundrel. There aren’t enough scoundrels in your life.”

“I happen to like nice men.”

“I am a nice man.”

Javi cupped your face, pulling you in for a long, heavy kiss before backing away to unpack your bags, shooting you a quick wink as you rolled your eyes. Jesus, he even found a way to make Star Wars sexy. Just when you thought you couldn’t be anymore in love, Javier Peña never failed to find a way to make you realize you’d never stop falling for him.

After putting in what felt like the 74th bobby pin into your hair after getting the last braid wrapped over your head, you gave yourself a once over in the mirror, pleasantly surprised by how well your costume had turned out. While Javi was disappointed you were adamant you were not going as Princess Leia from Return of the Jedi and showing up in front of a group of strangers at Steve and Connie’s party in her slave costume, you and Javi both agreed that Hoth Princess Leia was definitely the next best look. Staring at you with his puppy dog eyes, Javi had been adamant about waiting with you as you finished getting ready, leaning his hip against the bathroom counter, arms crossed over his chest as he watched you finish the last of your hair and makeup.

“Okay, I think that should stay. All those years of braiding my hair for under my hockey helmet are finally coming in handy for something.” You snickered, pushing the final clip into your hair to hold it into place, giving yourself a once over in the mirror. As you looked yourself down, Javi’s eyes wandered up and down your body just as fast, practically undressing you as fast as you had put your costume on.

“Goddamn, Osita… Fuck, you’re so hot.”

“Me? Jesus Christ, Javi. You put Harrison Ford to shame with how fucking good you look. I like Han Solo better with a mustache anyways.” You licked your tongue against your bottom lip, running your hands along the muscles of his arms, straining against the tight henley shirt he was wearing under his vest. You were no better than Javi, practically having to force yourself to not look in his general direction while you were getting ready to prevent yourself from pouncing on him. But given the lack of chatter downstairs, and the impressive speed at which the two of you had gotten ready, you really couldn’t help yourself. Slowly, you let your hands begin to slip down his arms and across his chest, palming at the denim of his black jeans as he let out a deep groan.

“Hermosa…” He hissed against your neck as you grasped at the bulge now growing under his pants, your other hand now making its way down to undo his belt, the clinking of the metal drowned out by Javi’s heavy panting. You began lowering your body, sliding Javi’s pants and boxers down his thighs as his cock sprang free, his tip already red and leaking with precum. You rested on your knees, face to face with his length as you wrapped your hand around him, slowly stroking him a few times.

“This okay, Captain Solo?” You batted your lashes at him, giving him a wink before letting your spit dribble onto his cock, taking his tip into your mouth and swirling your tongue around it. Curling your fingers around his base, you began to twist your wrist, hollowing out your cheeks as you took him deeper into your mouth.

“Oh, fuck me. Holy shit, Osita.” He moaned, tilting his head back, letting his jaw go slack as your head bobbed back and forth. He gently rested his hand along the side of your face, helping to guide you along his length as you took him deeper and deeper down your throat. “Jesus Christ, baby. Fuck, that feels so good. You look so hot, god fuckin’ dammit.” Javi’s words were labored and shaky as you started to increase your pace, wrapping your free hand around the back of his bare thigh, digging your fingertips into his leg. Feeling the pressure beginning to build in his stomach, Javi began rocking his hips, his jaw completely slack as he looked down at the sight of how well you took him in your mouth, saliva dribbling down your chin as sucked along his cock, hard and heavy on your tongue. “Fuck, Osita. I’m not gonna last much longer. Can I cum like this, baby? Fill up that- fuck- fill up that pretty little mouth of yours?””

You glanced up at him, nodding, your lips still wrapped around his dick, the motions of your head and wrist now becoming faster and sloppier as you watched Javi’s brow scrunch and jaw clench, a sign you knew all too well that he was moments away from coming undone.

“Such a good fucking girl, taking me so well. Fuck, baby- shit- se sientes tan bien, estoy tan cercaaahhhhhh-” (you feel so good, I’m so closeeeee-). The hot ropes of his spend coated the back of your throat, the salty, tangy mix filling your mouth as Javi whined, giving his hips one last push as kept your lips wrapped around him, making sure that you had milked him of every last drop before releasing. Letting your spit and his release fall from the corners of your lips, you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, smirking up at Javi’s blissed out expression. “Jesus Christ, Osita. You’re too fucking good at that. Holy shit. Lemme take care of-“

You held up your hand to stop him as you stood up, your gesture cutting off the rest of his sentence as you helped to pull up his jeans and boxers still resting along his thighs. “I’m allowed to give my hot ass boyfriend blowjobs without anything in return. C’mon, we better get downstairs before Steve walks in on us again.” You pressed up on your tiptoes, planting a quick kiss on Javi’s lips as he reached down to buckle his belt before the two of you tried your best to fix yourself up in the mirror to avoid the inevitable shit Steve was about to give the both of you. Giving Javi a quick nod in the mirror before turning off the light and heading out the door, he gave your ass a playful smack, making you squeal in surprise, making you turn on your heels. Resting his hand on his hip, he beamed at you, biting down on his lip.

“Fuck, I love you.”

“I know.”

The Murphy’s living room had begun to pool with guests as you made your way down the stairs, looking for Steve and Connie amongst the crowd. You and Javi both grabbed a beer from the cooler at the bottom of the stairwell, quickly turning around as you heard Steve’s familiar twang approaching behind you.

“Well I’ll be damned. You got this motherfucker in a costume? He must really love you.” Steve chuckled, shaking Javi by the shoulders. “And Star Wars too?! You asshole, how many times did I try to tell you they were good fuckin’ movies?! You shoulda dressed him up like Jabba the Hut.” You and Steve cackled as Javi rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, and what the fuck are you supposed to be? A sad pirate?” Javi jabbed, poking fun at Steve’s poorly put together costume.

“Listen, Olivia and Abby both wanted to be the Little Mermaid, so we had two Ariel’s, Con was Ursula, Madison was the yellow fish and I didn’t wanna be that annoying ass crab, so pirate it was, asshole.” Steve retorted, punching at Javi’s arm, the two of them laughing at each other like little boys. “Alright, go enjoy yourselves lovebirds, I’ll see ya in a little bit. And Javi?”

“Yeah Murph?”

“You really gotta start checkin’ your pants, buddy.”

Javi’s cheeks turned red, his eyes darting down to his zipper, still all the way undone from your activities upstairs, the both of you grimacing at each other, sheepishly avoiding eye contact with Steve as he disappeared into the crowd.

It really wasn’t a surprise to Javi how many friends the Murphy’s had already managed to make in their time since moving to San Antonio. Their house was quickly crowded with all sorts of people- Steve and Connie’s co-workers, neighbors, parents of friends Olivia and Abby had made at school, regardless of where the party goers were from, everyone had collectively agreed to make adult Halloween just as fun as any kids. You and Javi were having a great time catching up with Steve and Connie, as well as meeting some of their other close friends, one of Connie’s neighbors being an elementary school teacher, giving you two plenty to commiserate about from the hellish week it had been. It didn’t take long for the party to move outside, Steve drunkenly deciding that he needed to make a bonfire, despite adamant argument that with the amount of alcohol Steve had in his system, he was going to spontaneously combust if he got close enough to a flame. Javi, sober enough to still help his friend make rational decisions, was glad that Steve was happy to let him build the bonfire.

“The force is strong with you, Han Solo.” You giggled, Javi wrapping his arm around your shoulder, pressing a soft kiss into your forehead as the two of you stared into the flickering orange glow of the fire pit.

“Not strong enough to extinguish Steve if he got close enough to it. Hey, I got shit all over my hands, I’m gonna go to the bathroom and wash ‘em off. You need anything while I’m inside, Princess?” You smiled as you nudged Javi at the nickname he had been adamant about using since you had put on your costume.

“I’m good, thank you. I’m gonna go wait over on the swingset so I don’t completely reek of bonfire later.” Javi nodded as he slid his hand down your back, giving your ass a quick squeeze before making his way through the crowd, heading towards the house. Surprised no one else had capitalized on the chance to sit down, you wandered over to the wooden playset at the corner of the Murphy’s backyard, taking a seat on one of the plastic swings, kicking your feet against the grass below.

“Hey, there she is! How goes it, Leia?” Taking a few long strides through the yard, Steve was now quickly making his way over to you, stumbling over his own feet as he somehow managed to sit himself down on the swing next to you. You tried your best not to laugh at Steve’s drunken state, but his current antics weren’t making it very easy on you.

“I could ask the same to you. You doin’ okay there, pirate?”

“Fuck sweetheart, I’m doin’ fuckin’ great. Where’s the asshole?”

“Inside, I’m sure he’ll be back out soon.” You snickered at Steve watching the beer dribble down his chin from the overly confident swig he had taken.

“Good, I don’t need ‘em right now. You were the one I was lookin’ for.” Steve pointed in your general direction, but clearly wasn’t aware enough to hit his target head on.

“Me?” You laughed, pointing back to yourself.

“Yes, you. You talk to him yet?”

“About?” You paused, wondering if Steve had any inkling of the conversation you were planning to have earlier, or if he was drunkenly deciding you and Javi needed to discuss something else.

“You know about what. I talked to Connie earlier. I figured I owed it to you to come talk to you about it, too.”

Your heart began to race, that uncomfortable feeling once again beginning to churn in your stomach as you thought about the things you and Connie had discussed earlier. “Steve, you don’t owe me anything, I-”

“No, I do. Hold on a second.” Steve turned away, letting out a hearty burp, pouding on his chest before facing back towards you. “Sorry, I’ve been holdin’ that in for like 10 minutes, I needed to let it out. Anyways… What was I sayin’? Oh shit, yeah, the grumpy bastard. Listen, sweetheart. I know it’s gonna fuckin’ suck, but you gotta be the one to bring it up and talk to him about it. If I know anything about that motherfucker, it’s that he will bottle things up for way too fuckin’ long until someone gets it out of him. He’s a good guy. He says he’s not, but he is. Saved my ass more times than I can count. That job made us do some fucked up shit neither of us are fuckin’ proud of. But that doesn’t mean he gets to keep it from you. I swear to God, that asshole is so fuckin’ in love with you, it makes me sick. You make him so happy. He just doesn’t wanna fuck up the best thing that’s ever happened to him.”

You weren’t sure if it was the right thing to do, but in that moment, all you could manage was to reach over to the swing next to you, pulling Steve in for a hug as you tried to keep your tears from staining his shirt. “Thanks, Steve.” You whispered, leaning back into your seat, using your sleeve to wipe the wetness from your cheeks.

“I know you love him too. You deserve to know. Don’t let him be a stubborn jackass to you, okay? I’m bein’ serious. I should be the one thankin’ you though, honey. In all the years I’ve known him, I never thought I’d see ‘em this happy. I promise I won’t get this drunk at your wedding.” Steve winked, straining to push himself up out of the swing, somehow managing to catch his balance as he stumbled into the grass.

“You do make a very inspirational drunk, Steve.” You laughed to yourself, looking up at him with a genuine smile. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Alright, enough sap, I’m gonna go get another fuckin’ beer, I’ll see ya around okay?”

“Okay, maybe a water would be good for you, too.”

“Water’s for pussies.”

“Water’s good for people who don’t want raging hangovers tomorrow.”

“Pirates are always drunk, so I’ll be fuckin’ fine.”

“Whatever you say, Steve.”

It didn’t take long for Javi to return, easily spotting his tall, broad body making his way through the crowd, beaming at you as he walked over to the swings. You tried your best to smile back at him with the uneasy pounding in your chest quickly building, feeling your heartbeat in your throat. “Hey, Hermosa. Sorry it took so long, I ended up stopping to get another drink on the-“

“Do- Javi, do you trust me?”

Your words were quiet and blunt as they rolled off your tongue, your eyes peeled on your feet kicking through the grass beneath you.

Javi’s brow immediately scrunched in confusion, completely off put by your question and demeanor. “Do I- Baby, what are you talking about? Of course I trust you? What’s going on?” Setting down his drink, he began making his way next to you in frantic, worried strides.

“Then why won’t you talk to me about it?” Your eyes darted from the ground up to his, his sweet brown eyes swirling with confusion at the firm tone of your voice and desperation growing across your face.

“Talk to you about what? Hermosa, what’s going on? Is everything ok-”

“Why won’t you talk to me about Colombia?”

Javi took a step back. He wasn’t sure if it was out of defense, or absolute shock from the words that had just fallen out of your mouth. He stared at you for a moment, his jaw locking as you could see how hard he swallowed, trying to bide his time as he calculated his response.

“Osita… It’s not that simple.”

“That’s not an answer.”

“I don’t understand why we’re talking about this. Baby, if this is because of last night, you don’t need to worry about me, can we please just drop it?” The two of you faced each other in an unspoken standoff, Javi’s hands now resting on his hips as you crossed your arms over your chest. You had tried so hard to be patient, but in the moment, it was like all of your frustration was beginning to boil over.

“That’s exactly why we’re talking about this, Javi. Because I fucking worry about you. All the time. I’ve tried so hard to be patient. I’ve never, ever tried to get you to talk about it because I know it’s fucking hard. But last night, you’re up at 2 A.M, wandering around the apartment, and I’m begging you to tell me what’s wrong and you won’t fucking do it. I’m not an idiot, Javi. I can’t live in this weird in between space in your life where you pretend your past doesn’t exist when I know it still fucking haunts you. Why won’t you just talk to me about it?”

Javi could feel his heart pounding in his chest, his palms sweating as they clenched in tight fists at his sides. He tried so desperately to find an answer, something, anything he could tell you to try and justify his choices. The choices he had kept from you. The choices he couldn’t forgive himself for. “Because, I- fuck- because, goddamnit, I just- I was a terrible fucking person, okay? The things I did, they were-”

“What? Fucked up? Painful? Shitty? Of course they fucking were, Javi. You were literally in Colombia chasing down Pablo Fucking Escobar. What did you think I thought you were doing down there? Filing away paperwork? You don’t think I know that you did things you regret? That you’ve hurt people? Made choices that hurt innocent people who didn’t deserve it? I know Javi, I fucking know. I watched my brothers come back from the same goddamn thing. I tried so hard to give them space, to let them come to terms with the fucked up things they did on their own, and you know what fucking happened? One of them’s fucking dead because of it. I can’t let it happen again. I don’t care about what you did. It doesn’t make you a bad person. But you can’t try and hide it from me and pretend like it doesn’t exist. I wanna spend the rest of my life with you. But I can’t if you don’t trust me. Please trust me. Please. I love you so much, Javi. I can’t lose you.”

Javi stood in silence, as the both of you fought the tears streaming down your cheeks. He wasn’t sure if he had just been hit in the gut with a giant sucker punch, or if the weight of the world had just been lifted off his shoulders. He truly didn’t know how to feel. He wasn’t even sure if he had heard you correctly. Did you really just tell him that you knew about the fucked up, terrible things he had done and that you didn’t care? That you still fucking loved him? All you wanted was for him to trust that you wanted to be there for him? He could feel his hands trembling and lip quivering as he tried to find the words to speak.

“Osita… I- fuck, baby. Osita, I’m so sorry. I trust you with my fucking life. You- You don’t deserve to have to deal with with all the fucked up things I’ve done. I don’t wanna scare you away, baby. You’re the best thing that’s ever fucking happened to me and I was so terrified if you found out about the terrible person I used to be, you’d leave. It’s not fair to you, I can’t expect you to carry the weight of all the fucking things I’ve done, too. I’m so sorry.” Quietly, Javi sat down next to you on the empty swing, burying his hands in his face. Gently, you reached over, pulling his hands away, forcing him to look at you.

“Whatever you tell me isn’t gonna scare me away. I promise. The only thing that’s gonna scare me is when you try to pretend you’re okay when you’re not. Javi… Javi, I just- I just wanna be there for you. I don’t want you to have to do it alone. I’d do anything for you. I trust you more than anyone. You’re my best friend. I just- fuck- I just want you to trust that I’ll always be there for you to. I promise.”

And just like that, the last brick holding up the wall between you and Javier Peña collapsed. There was nothing left to run from. Nothing left to hide. After he returned home, he was a changed man. He had hated the person he had become. Maybe there was a part of him that didn’t want to be loved, because he didn’t believe that he deserved to be. But then, there was you.

You.

You had taken everything he had known and changed his life for the better. You had become his better half, the person he loved more than anyone in the world. You had proved he was worthy of more than just existing- you had proved to Javi that he was worth the love and happiness you had promised him from the moment you had come into his life and made it worth living for.

“You promise?”

“I promise. Always.”

The way Javi grabbed you and wrapped you in his arms, grasping at the back of your shirt as he pulled you in tighter, feeling the hot breath of his silent sobs against your shoulder told you everything you needed to know. You didn’t know much, but if there was one thing you did know, it was that you loved Javier Peña more than life itself. As quickly as it had felt like your life had fallen apart, he had come into it and picked up the broken pieces to put it back together. And on an October night in San Antonio, sitting on an old wooden swing set in the Murphy’s backyard, you hoped that Javi knew that you would always be there to pick up the shattered parts of his past, too.

You weren’t sure how many hours had passed as you sat hand in hand in the swings with Javi as you listened to anything and everything he had to say. Long after the backyard was empty, and the bonfire had faded to embers and ashes, and the only one left awake besides the two of you was Connie, trying to drag Steve back inside from the plastic lawn chair he had passed out on, you finally made your way up to bed for the best sleep the two of you had in a very, very long time. Your goodbyes to the Murphy’s had been short and sweet- Connie exhausted from the late night, and Steve barley coherent from how hungover he was, you were still both so thankful the two of you had made the journey out to see them, and the both of you, just as grateful for the sweet and supportive life long friends you knew the Murphy’s would become. Most of your drive back to Laredo was spent in a comfortable silence, the golden sunrise spilling through the windows of Javi’s truck as you cruised down the highway, Javi’s hand never leaving yours, your fingers intertwined together as his thumb gently rubbed against your soft skin and your head rested against his broad shoulder.

“How are you feeling about seeing your mom today?” You asked, lightly squeezing his arm as you smiled up at him, now exiting off the freeway quickly approaching the cemetery where you planned to meet Chucho to celebrate Día De Los Muertos, trying your best to comfort Javi as he prepared to see his mom’s gravesite for the first time since her funeral almost a decade ago. Javi let out a quiet sigh, his grip tightening just a little tighter around your hand as he looked over at you, a surprisingly calm look flooding his face.

“I’m actually doing okay. Better than I would have thought. I think I was always so worried that she wouldn’t be proud of me and the man I’d become after she was gone. I um- I finally think that she’d be proud of me now.” He glanced over at you, his smile soft and tender as he soaked in the reason for his pride sitting right beside him.

You noticed Chucho’s truck as you pulled up to park along the edge of the small cemetery, Chucho excitedly waving you down as you both hopped out of the car. Walking around to Javi, you were quick to grab his hand, giving him a reassuring grip as the two of you made your way through the gravestones along the thin cobblestone path towards Chucho, already arranging the items he had collected for Lucia’s ofrenda.

“Hola, niños.” Chucho grinned, wrapping his arms around the both of you. “I’m so glad you’re here.”

“Thanks for letting me be a part of today, Chucho. I know… Well, I just- I’m really honored to- just, thank you.” Chucho wasted no time pulling you into your own hug, his rough and worn hands holding you by the shoulders as he looked at you with misty eyes.

“Mija, I should be thanking you. If it wasn’t for you, I don’t know if we would all be here today. Lucia’s last wish to me was that I would promise to make sure Javier was happy. Now hija, I think my sweet Lucia can rest a little easier knowing someone else has already fulfilled my promise for me.” As the two of you spoke, you hadn’t noticed as Javi had quietly stepped over to his mother’s gravestone, crouching next to it, his fingers delicately tracing along the engraved letters of her name, his other hand holding one of the marigold flowers Chucho had brought with him. The two of you watched quietly as Javi sat next to his mom, gently placing the flower on the shiny stone as he spoke.

“Hola, mamá. Te extrañé. Siento haber tarado tanto.” (Hi mom. I missed you. I’m sorry I took so long). Javi’s voice trembled as he took a deep breath in, slowly exhaling as his hand rested on the stone, warm from the sun, shining brightly in the blue November sky. “Que estaba asustada de de verte porque estaba orgullosala de la persona en la que me había convertido. Que no quería decepcionarte. Tenía miedo mucho, mamá. Me sentí como si todo se derrumbase. solo quería olvidar. Pero entonces…” (I was scared to see you because I wasn’t proud of the person I’d become. I didn’t want to disappoint you. I was so scared, mom. I felt like I let everyone down. I just wanted to forget. But then…). Javi turned his head, seeing you and Chucho, arm in arm, a smile growing across his face as looked back at the two people in life he loved the most. He took an extra moment to stare at you and the soft grin spread between your cheeks, basking in the comfort and warmth of the woman who had forever changed his life for the better. “Pero entonces, mamá, La conocí. Que es perfecta. Nunca supe que podías amar tanto a alguien. Ella es lo mejor que me ha pasado. La habrías amado.ella es una maestra, tambien. A veces me pregunto qué ve en mí. No sé qué hice para merecerse. voy a pedirle que se case conmigo.Cuidaré bien de ella. Ella se merece todo lo que le pueda dar y más. Espero que estés orgulloso de mí, mamá. te echo mucho, Pero le juro a usted, al fin soy feliz. Te amo, mamá.” (But then, mom, I met her. She is perfect. I never knew you could love someone so much. She is the best thing that’s ever happened to me. You would have loved her. She’s a teacher too. Sometimes, I wonder what she sees in me. I don’t know what I did to deserve her. I’m gonna ask her to marry me. I’m gonna take such good care of her. She deserves everything I can give her and more. I hope you’re proud of me, mamá. I miss you so much, but I promise you, I’m finally happy. I love you, mom.)

With a gentle nudge from Chucho, you softly stepped behind Javi, gently placing your hands on his shoulders before he rose up and you wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your head against his chest as he wiped away the tears welling behind his eyes. Staring down at Lucia’s gravestone, Javi ran his hand through your hair, carefully planting a kiss against your head and burying his nose in the soft waves of your hair.

“I wish I would have had the chance to have met you, Mrs. Peña. I would have had someone else to commensurate with over all of the crazy teaching stories I’m sure the both of us have. Maria, Estelle and Linda all miss you a lot too, but I’m sure they haven’t changed a bit. Thanks for raising such a good son. I don’t know what I would do without him. I know he says that he doesn’t know what he did to deserve me, but I really think it should be the other way around. I promise I’ll look out for him.” You tried your best to smile through your soft sobs, looking up at Javi, tears streaming down his wet cheeks. It wasn’t long before Chucho had snuck up behind you, patting each of you on the back before smiling down at Lucia, too.

“Estos dos están tan enamorados, Lucia. Tal vez más que tú y yo. Ella es una buena chica. Estoy muy contenta de que ella sea parte de nuestra familia. Finalmente tendremos a nuestros nietos, también.” (These two are so in love, Lucia. Maybe even more than you and I. She is a great girl. I am so happy she is a part of our family. We are finally going to get our grandchildren, too). Chucho winked, nudging Javi in the side, forcing him to laugh through his tears, shaking his head at his dad’s comment. “Now, no more tears, you two. This is a happy day. Your mamá is smiling down on you, and I can almost hear here scolding me to keep you from crying anymore. C’mon, let’s decorate and eat, I even brought pozole.”

The three of you spent the next hour decorating Lucia’s grave with bright orange and gold cempazuchitl (marigold flowers) and little Calaveras (sugar skulls) painted in bold colors and refined details, sharing and laughing about Javi’s favorite memories of his mother while snacking on the Pozole Chucho had brought to share. For the first time in a long time, Javi no longer felt guilt and grief when he thought about his mom- her memory filled him with love and joy. He wasn’t the same bitter, broken man he was when he had said his final goodbyes to his mother all those years ago. While he wished he could change the past, the reality of the present, and his future finally brought him peace, knowing he could be proud of the man he had become, thanks to you.

As Javi helped Chucho to clean up the extra flowers and decorations he had brought, you couldn’t help yourself from reaching at the wrinkled photo you had shoved in your pocket as you had packed up to leave from the Murphy’s this morning. You carefully took it out, holding it gently in your hands as you tried to uncrinkle the edges. “You ready, Hermosa?” Javi called out, now a few steps ahead of you, making his way back towards the truck. “Hermosa?” He asked again, thinking perhaps you hadn’t heard him the first time. When he was greeted by silence again, he looked back to see you staring at the crumpled photo in your hands.

“I um- I know that he isn’t buried here, and uh, if you don’t want me to, it’s okay- but um- is it, is it alright if I leave a couple flowers for Patrick?” You sniffed, a tear dropping down on the photo of the two of you, Patrick holding you in a headlock as you laughed with a wide, toothy grin, drowning in one of his old Blackhawks jerseys that you were so excited to wear because it belonged to him.

“Of course, Osita. Of course it is.” Javi smiled at you softly, turning back around with the tub of leftover decorations, making his way towards you. Quietly, you walked back over to Lucia’s gravestone, carefully setting down the picture of you and Patrick next to it, putting a few marigolds over top of it so it stayed pinned in place from the warm breeze.

“I miss you, asshole. You deserved so much better. I hope you don’t still think that I hate you. I mean, I do, but you know what I mean. Honestly, you were lucky you didn’t have to live through the Blackhawks losing in the playoffs this year, that fucking sucked. Mom and Dad and Charlie and David all miss you too. I finally went back home to see them. It still wasn’t the same without you there, but I know you don’t hurt anymore. I hope that you don’t hurt anymore. I love you, Patrick. Crack open a cold one up there for me, okay?” Trying your best to not to uncontrollably sob, you sniffled, wiping the tears running down your face as you leaned your head against Javi’s chest. He ran his hand along your back as he held you tighter, letting you take a moment to get everything out before you took a deep breath, nodding your head as if to signify to Javi and yourself that you were okay.

“You okay, Osita? We can take all the time you need, baby.” Javi whispered, pressing a gentle kiss into your shoulder.

“No, I’m okay. I just- I wanted to do something for him, too. Thanks, Javi. I love you.”

“I know.”

After several more long hugs goodbye with Chucho, you and Javi began your journey back home, marveling at the beautiful sunset, painting the sky with bright pinks and oranges and the warmth and comfort of Lucia and Patrick’s presence. You were so lost in thought staring out at the fading sky, you hadn’t even noticed that Javi had detoured from your usual route home until he had said something to you. “You okay if we make a quick pit stop on the way home, Osita?” You nodded, smiling at the golden glow covering his face. It wasn’t long until you were veering off the main road, Javi turning to make his way down a tree lined gravel pathway with a “For Sale” sign posted in front of it.

“For sale?” You questioned, looking over at Javi before peering out your window to watch the trees lining the path pass by you as the gravel crunched under the truck’s tires.

“Yeah, uh- I was talking with Steve at the party yesterday and he- uh, one of his buddies said he was looking to get out of the city- wanted a plot of land to build on. Said he had heard good things about Laredo but didn’t have time to go check things out for himself, so I told him I would go take a look around and let Steve know what I thought.” Javi replied, trying his best to sound nonchalant as you shrugged before looking back out the window. As you reached the end of the path, the trees opened to reveal a beautiful, lush green field, the sun setting perfectly along the rolling hills of the horizon in front of you. Turning off the ignition, Javi gestured for the both of you to get out of the truck so you could go take a look around.

“Jav… This is beautiful.” You marveld, grinning as you took in the beauty of the open space drenched in golden sunset.

“You like it?” Javi grinned, laughing as you spun around, the gentle breeze blowing your hair in and out of your face.

“Oh my God, yeah. Tell Steve’s friend to get on this place ASAP before I scrounge up every penny I have and sell one of my kidneys on the black market to buy it from him. There doesn’t even need to be a house, I’ll just lay in the empty field, perfectly content.” You giggled, letting out a happy sigh as you grabbed Javi’s hand, leaning your head against his arm as you admired the sun slipping away below the horizon.

“I’ll take that as a yes then. He said he’s wanting to build a house here, do you think- do you think that he would think it’s got enough space? It’s not too far from everything? I know it’s a little farther from downtown and a longer drive to work- if uh, if he works by where we do, you don’t think that’d be a problem? For him?” Javi squeezed back, trying his best not to stumble over his words.

“Are you kidding me? It’s literally perfect out here, Javi. Could you imagine getting to see this every night? He better put some big windows on this house so he can get all of the sunlight, oh my god, it would be so pretty. It’s not even that far from everything, and the view makes the extra drive time worth every minute. I know it’s probably a far way off, and we haven’t really talked about it, but I would love to live at a place like this someday.”

Javi smiled to himself, looking down at you as you rested against him, soaking in every ounce of you as he shifted his arm to wrap around your waist, gently rubbing his thumb along the soft hem of your shirt before letting out a content sigh.

“Yeah. Me too.”

Taglist: @cool-iguana @rhoorl @whyjuliaaa @bbiophiliaa @pertinentpostmortem @angelofsmalldeath-codeine @pedrobaby @fatima-marisa @beboldbebravethings @poodlebae @kittenlittle24 @3sriracha @jungchloee @perennialdoll247 @prettyinpunk85 @partyofone3413 @harriedandharassed @pedrohoe04 @theorganasolo @endlessthxxghts @blackfemalenerd

406 notes · View notes

tigertales9 · 11 months

Text

QB1 - Part 2

Pairing: Joe Burrow x Reader

Warnings: 18+ / Smut

Description: This is part 2 of QB1

A/N: I got a little long-winded with this follow-up so I'm breaking it into 2 parts. I should have part 3 up within the next few days.

Edit: Nevermind! 😋 (I removed a link to a slightly porny illustration).

Part 3 is now up : QB1 - Part 3

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

February 18, 2023

You cram a few more shirts in a moving box and tape it closed, rolling your eyes as your phone chirps, thinking it's your mom again. You grab your phone, your eyes going wide when you see who the text is from.

Joe: Hey. You okay?

Your entire body reacts, your pulse jumping and your breaths coming hard and fast as you contemplate the text from Joe. It had been a week since y'all got together in Phoenix, and you were starting to think you'd never hear from him again. Starting to think you were just an easy lay for him and nothing more. I mean, sure, you could've called him but that would've seemed desperate, right?

Joe: Call me?

The question mark makes you question yourself. Does he really want me to call, you wonder, shaking your head to clear it. "Just do it," you mumble, your hands shaking a little as you hit his number.

"Hey," he answers quickly. "How are you?"

"I'm … okay. I broke up with QB2. I'm packing my shit and moving back home so …"

"Wow, really? That's great. I … ummm … do you need any help?"

"No thanks. I don't have much here except some clothes and shoes. I've already mailed a few boxes home; I just have a few more to go."

"What's your plan?"

You take a deep breath before answering. "I'm gonna move back home to my podunk hometown -- my parents are more than happy to take me back in luckily -- and I'm gonna finish my bachelor's degree. I can easily finish up in the fall semester. After that I have no fucking idea." You chew your lip as the silence stretches out before Joe speaks.

"That's great. You're making the right choice."

"Thanks."

"Listen … sounds like you'll have the spring and summer off … so … why don't you come visit me?"

"I'm gonna be getting a part-time job."

"Okay. Maybe we can work around that? I'd love to see you."

"I don't know if that's a good idea," you mutter.

"Why not?"

"I'm just …" You heave a sigh. "I don't know, Joe. I'm a little afraid of how I feel about you."

"How do you feel about me?" he asks.

"I can't stop thinking about you, and …"

"Good," he interrupts. "I feel the same way. Come visit me."

Nine days later -- after barely taking any time to unpack your boxes in your old childhood bedroom -- you're jetting toward Cincinnati, sitting in first class at Joe's insistence, sipping Champagne and wondering how your life has taken such a drastic turn. "Don't question it," you mumble, killing the rest of the bubbly as the plane starts its descent into CVG.

Thirty minutes later you're striding through the concourse then out into the cool, blustery day, quickly sliding into Joe's car as he stashes your wheelie bag in his back seat.

"Think anybody recognized you?" you ask, glancing at him as he pulls into traffic; he's wearing gray sweatpants, a light blue sweatshirt, backwards cap & sunglasses. Pretty much looking like sex-on-legs, as usual.

He flashes you a cocky grin, resting a big hand on your thigh before answering. "Maybe," he shrugs, squeezing your thigh in a way that sets off butterflies in your stomach.

"Well, hopefully nobody recognized me," you mutter.

"You ashamed to be seen with me?" Joe asks.

"No … it's just …"

"You're worried dickhead is gonna find out?"

"Yeah," you admit. "I just don't want him making trouble for you."

"He won't do shit to me," Joe snorts. "Or you," he continues, his tone turning icy.

"It's just … he's suspicious that I left him a week after you 'got me safely back to the hotel' in Phoenix. I lied and told him nothing happened between us. I told him I'd been thinking about leaving him for a long time, which is true, but I know he thinks you had a hand in it."

"Oh, I def had a hand in it." He shoots you a glance, his lips curling up in a naughty grin. "A hand, a tongue, a cock …"

"Joe!" you squeal, swatting his arm playfully while he graces you with a dirty laugh, the lusty sound sending a sizzle of heat down your spine.

"Seriously though," Joe clears his throat. "Don't worry about him, okay?"

"Okay," you agree timidly.

The sun disappears behind a large cloud and Joe slides his sunglasses off, stowing them in the center console before returning his hand to your thigh, nestling it against your crotch. "You look gorgeous," he purrs, giving you a quick up and down look before returning his gaze to the highway.

"Thanks," you whisper, swallowing hard and looking down at your outfit; you're wearing black leggings, a slinky black turtleneck (no bra), a plum colored mini trench and black knee high boots with just enough heel to make your legs and ass look amazing. Your gaze focuses on Joe's hand on your thigh as your mind wanders:

For the last several days leading up to this visit, y'all had spent a few hours a day on the phone, talking about everything from movies to music to books to food, among many other topics, happy to realize your tastes lined up very nicely. Y'all had also had a very adult conversation where you told him you got an IUD and a full STI panel, eventually exchanging info. to set the stage for unprotected sex.

You bite your lip and give a quick glance in his direction, your pulse reacting when he turns his head and gives you a naughty wink. You feel your heartbeat throbbing in your throat, in your core, the thought of having his big cock inside you with no barriers making you a little dizzy with anticipation.

You try to act somewhat normal as he pulls into his garage and hops out of the car, quickly grabbing your bag and ushering you into the house, his big hand on the small of your back feeling like an unspoken promise.

"This is really nice," you say, taking in his modern decor, mostly black, gray and white. Not a lot of frills but very attractive. Kind of like the man himself.

"Thanks," he murmurs, his gaze raking over you slowly as he walks toward you. Sex literally radiates off of this man, you think to yourself as you unbutton your mini trench and shrug it off, biting your lip as Joe's gaze immediately drops to your hard nipples poking through your slinky shirt; you slowly turn and walk toward the sofa, putting a little extra swish in your hips knowing his gaze will be drawn to your ass showcased in your tight leggings. You come to a halt just behind the black leather sofa, draping your coat over the back and smiling when you feel Joe behind you.

"I told myself I needed to have a little self-control and not pounce on you the second I got you alone, but you're making it really hard, baby girl," he groans, pushing your hair aside to press a hot kiss against the back of your neck.

"How hard?" you whisper, arching your back just enough to press your ass against his crotch, a sizzle of arousal pulsing through you as you feel his erection against your plump cheeks. His reaction ignites something deep inside you, and you bite your lip as you shamelessly grind against him, the noises he makes causing all of your pleasure points to throb. As if reading your mind, he reaches a hand around and cups your crotch, nestling a finger into your spandex-covered slit while grinding the heel of his hand against your clit.

"I don't think we're gonna make it to the bedroom," he states, sucking the sensitive skin just below your ear while using his free hand to pinch one of your nipples. "Is that okay with you?"

"Yes, sir," you whimper, your head spinning a bit at how fast he turns you around to face him; he quickly pushes your leggings and panties down to your knees, stopping when he encounters your tall boots.

"Good enough for now," he mutters, dropping to his knees while slowly licking his lips. The way he looks in that backwards cap has already got you halfway there before his talented tongue and fingers get to work. "Fuck," you breathe, bracing yourself against the top of the sofa as he licks a long stripe up your slit, using his thumbs to spread you open as he pumps his tongue in and out. He teases you for a bit before sliding a finger deep inside. "So tight," he murmurs as he adds a second finger, fluttering his tongue over your clit before sucking it into his mouth, his icy-hot gaze locked on yours as you start to lose control.

"I'm close," you whine, leaning more of your weight against the sofa as your legs start to tremble. He expertly curls his fingers inside you, hitting your sweet spot while devouring your clit in a way that draws a throaty moan from your lips, your entire body convulsing as your climax hits.

After several heartbeats, you eventually draw enough air to speak. "My God," you pant, shaking your head in awe. "You are really fucking good at that."

"Thanks," he purrs. "I've been fantasizing about it since Phoenix.

"Me too," you whisper, biting your lip at the feral look in his eyes.

When your core finally stops squeezing his fingers, he slides them out and lifts them to his mouth, sucking them clean. "I've been fantasizing about something else too," he states, unzipping your boots and pulling them off before sliding off your leggings, panties and socks. He stands up and pulls his hat and sweatshirt off, a fringe of tousled curls tumbling onto his forehead as he steps forward and grabs you around the waist; you gasp as he easily picks you up and sets you on the back of the oversized sofa, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as his mouth captures yours.

Heat rushes through you as his tongue slides between your lips; you suck it into your mouth, moaning at the taste of your own arousal. "You taste so fucking good, don't you?" he growls, swirling his hot tongue around yours as you hum your approval, every nerve in your body throbbing at the lust in his tone.

"Hold on tight to me for a second," he says, waiting on you to grab his shoulders before releasing his hold on you, quickly shoving his sweatpants and underwear down to mid-thigh before wrapping one arm around you again.

"Not sure I can balance up here," you whisper, feeling like you're one false move away from a Humpty Dumpty moment, but all coherent thoughts vanish as he slides the tip of his erection through your slick folds, gathering wetness before pushing just inside.

"You don't need to balance; I've got you." He slowly inches his hard length inside you, his eyelids fluttering closed at the delicious friction. "Feel so good, baby," he groans, "so hot and wet for me."

You know exactly what he's thinking because you're thinking it too -- it's the first time he's fucked you raw, and the reality of the sensation is even better than the fantasy; he's thicker and longer than QB2 with prominent veins that tickle your walls with each thrust.

You gasp as he drops his mouth down onto a hard nipple, licking and sucking through the slinky fabric of your shirt. "Lose your shirt for me," he orders, immediately latching onto a bare nipple when you do his bidding. He moves back and forth between your sensitive peaks, driving you crazy with his lips and tongue while taking your breath away with slow, deep thrusts. QB2 would never do this, you think to yourself. Anything less than a D cup wasn't worth his attention according to him.

Joe switches his angle a bit and picks up his pace, rolling his hips forward with smooth, steady strokes, his eyes locked on the sensual display between your thighs. You're mesmerized by the look on his face as he watches his glistening cock slide in and out of your slick heat. You whimper at the intensity of the moment and his gaze immediately captures yours. "I'm close," he groans, thrusting harder while reaching a hand down to play with your clit. "Me too," you breathe, digging your fingers into his muscular arms, making a noise between a moan and a scream when he pinches your clit and buries his cock deep inside you. Your vision goes hazy as your climax hits; Joe gives a few more thrusts before following you over the edge, the hot spurts of his release making your walls clench harder before finally tapering off.

After a minute of mutual heavy breathing, you squirm a little and Joe lifts you off the sofa and sets you back on your feet, keeping his hands firmly on your waist as you smile up at him. "I hope you didn't hurt your back or pull a muscle holding me up like that. I'm not exactly skinny."

"You're luscious," he purrs. "Absolutely mouthwatering," he continues, yanking his undies and sweatpants up before quickly grabbing his sweatshirt to clean you up.

You give him a wry look as he tosses the sweatshirt back on the floor. "Well, at least the sofa was supporting some of my weight, so that's prob why it didn't seem so bad."

"Woman, you're crazy as hell if you think you weigh a lot." He gives you a devilish grin before grabbing you; you squeal as he picks you up bridal-style and lifts you up and down like he's doing bicep curls.

"Put me down before you hurt yourself," you giggle, laughing even harder when he turns and walks to the stairs, easily taking them two at a time while you squeeze your eyes closed and hold on tight. He strides into the master bedroom and eases you down onto the king-sized bed, stretching his long length out beside you. "Okay, I get it. You're strong as hell," you laugh. "I'll never question you again."

"Yes, I'm strong, but you don't weigh very much."

You grimace and break eye contact. "I've spent a lot of time being told I'm chunky with boobs that are too small for my body. It'll take a while to get over that."

"Do you ever wonder why he said those things?" Joe pushes up onto an elbow and looks down at you. "Like, if he really believed all of that shit then why didn't he just break up with you?" You shrug as he continues. "I'll tell you why. -- He said those things to destroy your self-esteem, so you wouldn't realize you're WAY too fucking good for him and leave his ass in the dust."

The earnestness in his expression makes you tear up as he forges ahead. "You're exquisitely beautiful, okay? Like, drop dead sexy. You're all I've been able to think about since that night in Phoenix." A tear rolls down your cheek and he quickly wipes it away. "Please don't shed any more tears over that asshole," he whispers, wiping another tear as it falls. "They're actually happy tears," you sigh, smiling when his eyebrows fly up. "Oh, well by all means keep crying," he states, laughing before pulling you into a tight hug.

You lie like that for several minutes until your stomach growls loudly. "Oops," you giggle, more than a little embarrassed. "I was kind of nervous this morning so I didn't eat much breakfast."

He hops off the bed. "I promised you a home-cooked dinner when you got here, and instead I ravished you the second you stepped through the door and then made you cry. Pretty shitty hosting on my part." You smile at the twinkle in his pretty eyes as he looks down at you. "I've thoroughly enjoyed your hosting so far, Mr. Burrow. Ten out of ten would def recommend."

"Glad to hear it," he winks. "Listen, I'm gonna run downstairs and grab your stuff and bring it up here, then I'll take a quick shower and go start dinner. You wanna just rest for a bit?"

"I think I'll take a bubble bath. I brought my fav bubbles. Then I'll help you with dinner."

"Absolutely not. You just relax in the tub."

Before you can protest, he's striding out the door. You ease off the bed and walk into the bathroom, smiling at your reflection in the large mirror. Well fucked, you think to yourself. That's how I look. You notice the master bath has a large jacuzzi tub and a separate large shower. "Fancy," you whisper, smiling when Joe breezes into the bathroom carrying your clothes, boots, wheelie bag and a large goblet of red wine. "Pinot noir," he says, swirling the glass before handing it to you. "Not too dry, not too sweet. That's what you like, right?"

"Yes, sir," you say, taking a hearty swig while maintaining eye contact. "Mmmm," you moan, sucking your full bottom lip before giving him a faux-innocent smile.

He raises an eyebrow before leaning down to press his lips against your ear. "I intend to fuck you all night, but I'm gonna feed you dinner first." He nips your earlobe just enough to make you gasp. "Does that sound good to you?"

"Yes, sir," you repeat, a little more breathless than before.

"Good," he states, squeezing your ass as he walks to the tub and turns on the faucet. "Check the temp real quick then grab your bubbles," he orders, stopping in his tracks when he notices the look on your face. "Am I being too bossy?"

"No," you murmur, taking another sip of wine. "You're taking charge. I like it."

He gives you a sultry smile. "Glad to hear it." He turns the shower on to heat up, quickly stripping his sweatpants and undies off before stepping in. You grab your bubbles and pour some under the running faucet, surreptitiously glancing at Joe as he lathers up. Thank God for clear shower enclosures, you think to yourself, turning the tub faucet off before easing into the frothy, fragrant bath.

You watch through half-mast eyelids as Joe hops out of the shower and grabs a towel, his muscles flexing as he quickly dries off. His body is a fucking work of art, you think to yourself, holding your breath as he approaches you in all of his naked glory.

"You want the jacuzzi jets on?" he asks, looming over you in a way that puts his impressive goods on display. "Yeah," you breathe, giggling when he hits the button to fire up the jacuzzi. "That tickles," you squeak, shifting your body until you hit a good position. "Ohhhh, yeah that's nice," you moan, smiling when Joe leans down to give you a kiss.

"Later on we're gonna have a lot of fun in this tub," he promises, giving you another quick kiss before pulling on a pair of slinky black track pants -- no undies -- and a purple long-sleeve tee. "Just relax for now. I'm gonna go fire up the grill," he says, giving you a wink before striding out the door.

He pops back in a few minutes later with a small bowl. "Roasted cashews," he says, setting them on the edge of the tub. "Thanks. My favs," you smile, immediately popping one in your mouth. "I know," he grins, looking super proud of himself before breezing back out of the bathroom.

"That man is better than therapy," you whisper to yourself, tossing a few nuts in your mouth as you sink farther down in the frothy bubbles.

About thirty minutes later you walk downstairs, feeling relaxed and refreshed in a pair of slinky black lounge pants with matching long-sleeve top (no bra).

Joe gives you a smile as he walks in from the back patio. "The steaks need a few more minutes. They're kind of thick," he continues, quickly washing and drying his hands.

"Good, I prefer thick meat," you purr, giving a pointed look at his crotch before recapturing his gaze. His mouth drops open a little before he takes two long strides and leans down for a kiss. "Hold that thought," he whispers against your wine-red lips. "I might burn the steaks if you keep giving me dirty thoughts."

"Sorry," you giggle, shaking your head at your OTT antics. "Something about you makes me feel like a rabid sex kitten, but I'll try and tone it down until after dinner."

"I love your rabid sex kitten ways," he laughs, opening the fridge to pull out a bag of salad. "I need to toss the salad real quick before I bring the steaks in."

"Let me toss your salad," you tease, giving him a filthy wink and sucking your lip in a fully obscene way.

His mouth drops open as you cackle with laughter. "Sorry!" you chortle. "I promise I'll behave."

"Just until after dinner, right?"

"Yeah," you agree, taking a deep breath before finishing off your goblet of wine. "I've only had one glass of wine and I'm acting up," you sigh, grinning when he grabs the bottle of Pinot and pours you another goblet full, giving you a wink before heading outside to grab the steaks off the grill.

Several minutes later you're sitting at the dining table while Joe serves the food. "Grilled steaks, loaded baked potatoes, Caesar salad and garlic bread."

You smile at him as he rattles off the menu. "All of my favs," you say, moaning in delight as you chew a bite of steak. "This is the best steak I've ever had. My dad is gonna be so jealous when he finds out you grill a better steak than him."

"Might wanna keep that to yourself," he laughs, taking a sip of wine before continuing. "Tell me about your parents."

Y'all spend the next couple of hours exchanging stories about your parents and your hometowns, eventually moving into the living room to sit on the sofa in front of the fire Joe built in the fireplace. You take a sip of wine and -- to your horror -- accidentally blurt out a thought that flashes into your mind. "QB2 looked down his nose at my parents. He thought he was so much better than them since he has a proper university degree and they don't."

"Well, he's a pretentious prick so who cares what he thinks?" Joe snorts, throwing another log on the fire before rejoining you on the sofa.

"Sorry I mentioned him," you mutter, your eyes going wide when Joe leans forward and gives you a quick kiss. "Don't apologize," he breathes against your lips, giving you another kiss before leaning back. "It's gonna take time for you to process that shitshow of a relationship. It's best to just lay it all out there so we can work through it together."

"You're too good to be true. QB2 got jealous as hell anytime I mentioned another man, no matter how innocently."

"Small dick energy," Joe quips, giving you a knowing smile. "Now … really tell me about your parents. The truth, not the glossy version you've curated for pretentious small dick pricks." He raises an eyebrow. "That kinda sounds like the title of a dirty Dr. Seuss book."

You laugh as Joe pours a bit more wine in your glass before pouring the rest of the ruby-red liquid into his goblet. "Well … my dad went to trade school to be a mechanic; he can fix literally anything -- cars, trucks, lawnmowers, washing machines, the space shuttle." Joe chuckles along with you as you continue. "My mom did a two year degree at community college, basically learning how to help my dad keep his books and do invoicing and stuff like that." You take a sip of wine and stare into the fire. "They've made a good life for themselves, nothing fancy but they own their house and cars outright, have a nice amount saved up for retirement and don't have any credit card debt." You shrug. "Pretty much the American dream in this economy."

"Damn right," Joe agrees. "They sound amazing."

"They are." You heave a sigh before continuing. "Being an only child I felt a lot of pressure, mostly self-inflicted, to be perfect and do things the way they wanted." You shrug. "They both really wanted me to go to university. They started a fund before I was even born, so by the time I graduated high school I didn't have to take out loans or rely on scholarships." You blink back tears as you continue. "And I really loved university; I was really good at it, too, knocking on a 4.0 when QB2 convinced me to drop out. They did all of that for me and I basically spit in their face by dropping out a semester short of getting my degree."

"Listen," Joe states, setting both of your wine glasses on the coffee table before scooting closer to you. "Think of it like this … you sat on the sideline for a couple of years, but BOOM, coach just called your number and you're back on the field like you never missed a beat. You just gotta get back in there and handle business."

"We talking about football or university?" you chuckle.

"Both. I know what it feels like to sit on the sideline for a few years. I got a second chance and I never looked back. You can do the same."

He pulls you into a tight hug as you sniff back tears. "When this whole NFL quarterback thing ends, you should be a coach or a motivational speaker," you sigh. "You're really good at it."

"Thanks," he murmurs, laying you back on the sofa while kissing a hot trail up your sensitive neck. "Let me show you what else I'm really good at."

#joe burrow #joe burrow fan fic #joe burrow fanfic #joe burrow x reader #joe burrow imagine

255 notes · View notes

crookedkryptonitebeliever · 6 days

Note

Bruh I remember you saying how there was a point in his life where Yves was possibly facing death row because of some insane human experiments and now I’m just imagining him in court looking cunt as f in that orange jumpsuit like: “12 counts of kidnapping” *flips hair over his shoulder* “6 counts of dealing in dead human remains” *crosses legs* “18 counts of Mayhem” *bats eyelashes* “20 counts of first degree murder” “3 counts of possessing, selling or usage of weapons of mass destruction” like he’s be so nonchalant because he knows that he’s gonna be free and won’t see another night of jail and that the courts are just doing this to satisfy the loved ones of the families that were affected.

Now I wonder like, I remember in an earlier ask it looked like Yves might’ve looked quite different when he was in his doctor era, not as femme and with shorter hair, would this coincide with his mad scientist era as well? Or would this be afterwards?

I also feel like the human experimentation stuff happened while he was trying to essentially patch himself up and used live donations to do that. I dunno y but I have a headcanon that all of that may of happened earlier into his medical career, like I can imagine him first starting, always wearing a surgical mask and gloves because his face and hands probably looked DASTARDLY, and over time, as he patches himself up reveals more and more of himself.

I dunno, just my idea, probably doesn’t match up with your own tl but I was thinking about it since I saw it and now I have the time to put it into words! Love your writing and I love Yves!!!!!!!!

Tw; Yves past and full of traumas n shit, body horror and stuff

Trust me, he wasn't serving cunt in court, there was a reason why he has any video, photo and even memorial evidence of it scrubbed.

The first time he got sentenced heavier than a few years in prison without parole, he was screaming and hissing and kicking as the guards took him away. Yves was bitter and full of hatred, his quest to become beautiful again was interrupted too early because of his immature carelessness. It hasn't even been half a decade since he received his license and he's already caught. Fellow inmates avoided him because there was just something not right about that man even though he was one of the scrawniest and visibly weakest in the institution.

He already knows how to make scalpels out of nothing, Yves's extensive knowledge of human biology means that he could very easily kill or debilitate anyone without a hitch. The gangs wouldn't want to mess with him, the weaker ones wouldn't want to get his attention, and not even the wardens wanted to go near him if they could help it. The vibes were just... Off. He wasn't a pretty sight for the eyes either, especially with his scars and deformities from years of abuse.

It was only years after he 'calmed' down enough to think properly in prison. Unfortunately though, during his turbulent years, he racked up a large number of mutilation and murder victims in his facility. He was the worst and deadliest inmate in there, at one point having a judge sentence him to death because he was just too much of a threat to be kept alive.

So he sobered up, pushed aside his anguish for his looks and dignity robbed away from him. Yves considerably mellowed himself down, opting to be more diplomatic and cunning to get what he wanted. He had to learn how to seduce the people that matter without the help of his youth and looks, he would play the meek, helpless deformed cutie in distress. It managed to win the hearts of some key personnel that aided him in escaping. Not only the prison, but the system too.

Through a lengthy, convoluted, and nerve-wracking plan paved by betrayal, drugs, sexual exploitation, torture, and evil intentions, Yves somehow got his death sentence reversed. And slowly, dissolved his other penalties too with the help of his contacts and smart thinking. He sacrificed a lot to get out and most importantly, acquire experiences.

He kept going until he finally escaped, entirely. Having the authorities off his back because they cannot convict him anymore. Using every legal loophole and doing shady things to paint him as innocent in the eyes of the law. Hell, they didn't even remember him, as if he induced permanent amnesia into those who brought him to justice in the first place. He had done the impossible and he had become a traitor to everyone he had used to attain his goals, dooming them to their horrible fates because they abused and brutalized him when he was at his lowest.

From there, he had attained his secret, unstoppable weapon: patience. Yves has learned a valuable lesson, that is if he keeps acting out and thinking that he's running out of time, he will fuck up and not go anywhere.

Now that he knew the ins and outs of the system (and the psychology of those involved), the next time he was caught and brought for another court hearing in handcuffs, he wasn't serving cunt either. He had to manipulate everyone into thinking that he was innocent and simply framed for something he didn't do. Yves is playing his own chess and winning at every round, he knows all the moves and what to do, and he calculates the risks and benefits, the probability of what might happen. Who he should endear himself to and who he should appear intimidating to.

When it comes to trouble, he is never serving cunt nor flop. He is always serving nothing. Because he knew that attention can be deadly, for every case he got himself into, one of his main priorities was to keep it hush-hush. The less people know, the less he has to eliminate, the better.

He wormed back into his medical career, laying low for a bit but ultimately scheming to get back to usual programming. Yves learned how to be much more careful, and sneaky. He learned how to keep their screams muffled and enhanced his forgery skills. The importance of having numerous scapegoats at his disposal is greatly emphasized so his quest wouldn't be interrupted too soon again. Those who truly knew the monster under that calm and collected facade either feared or respected him, or both. Everyone else didn't know who he even was or his relevance to anything, that's exactly what Yves wanted: obscurity. Fame did nothing but get him in trouble and tormented, so he sunk into the comforting depths of anonymity.

Only when he got the face, hands, and feet that he wanted, Yves fucked off from the medical field to do other things he wanted. But mostly it is to work on his mental fortitude to become the powerhouse he is right now. It doesn't mean he quit entirely, though. Present day, He would still run his morbid experiments from time to time on people who wronged him; there is definitely no shortage of them in the world. Yves does that to satisfy his curiosity or to research how to make your life better.

#yandere #yandere oc #yandere x reader #yandere male #oc yves #yandere oc x reader #tw yandere #yandere x you #yandere concept #male yandere oc x reader

32 notes · View notes

asonofpeter · 1 year

Text

Wait

Pairing: Dark!Rafe Cameron x Reader

Summary: Rafe doesn't want to wait to start your future, you convince him that he should.

Warnings: tampering with condoms, mentions of abortions, mentions of sex, toxic relationship (reader is kinda toxic too since this is the same universe as my other rafe fic)

Word Count: 601 (dang so close)

A/N: It's the annual birthday fic! Thought I wasn't going to do it this year but I didn't want to drop this tradition, so here's a small fic. Real quick though, a lot has changed in the past few months to a year. I still have been writing but I've drifted to more original work so that's what's kept me busy. Plus I have my entire business that I'm trying to make into a viable career and I'm walking a dog now! I still go on here, mainly reading and brain dumping (is that what it's called?). I've been on a Rafe train so that's what the fic is about today! Here's to year 4 of the birthday fic!

Also don't consent to reposts, translations or anything of that sort. This work is mine, don't steal.

You were searching for some lotion when you went into Rafe’s bathroom, looking through the drawers.

The box of condoms piqued your interest at you, figuring you should take some so when he comes back you could have some fun.

You grabbed a few, but your brows furrowed when you felt something odd about the packaging. Raising your arm and holding them toward the light, you could faintly see that there were holes poked in them. Even more confused, you searched through all of them, finding they were all the same.

Walking back into the room, Rafe had just returned from downstairs and he smirked when he saw what was in your hand.

“Rafe, why did you poke holes in the condoms?” you asked and his smile fell, eyes darkening.

“You left me no choice,” he answered and you were partially taken back by his bluntness. “You know how badly I want to start a family with you, our future and you’re taking it away from me”.

“Make some sense, Rafe! Don’t you know I want the same thing?” you pressed a hand to your chest after you threw the condoms on the bed.

“Do I? Cause it doesn’t really seem like you do,” he tilted his head.

“Don’t do that,” you dropped your arms at your sides.

“What? The fact that whatever I want, I don’t get because you don’t want to?” he furrowed his brows, stalking closer to you. “It was the same shit with you not wanting to go on the pill,” he waved his hand as he turned away.

“It was my choice to make that, I didn’t want to put my body through a drastic change just so you can cum inside me,” you raised your voice. “And now? This is a line crossed, Rafe,” you folded your arms over your chest.

“So what if you get pregnant, you gonna go kill it the moment you get just cause it’s not part of your plan?” he rose a brow.

“I don’t know,” you answered truthfully. “I don’t know because I’ve never been in that position,” you gulped. “But you need to understand that this future has been something I’ve dreamed of since I was a little girl. I always wanted to be married to an amazing man, one who loves me and treats me like a queen, and I always wanted to be a mom, I wanted to experience pregnancy and have that glow. It was always the dream, but now that I’m with you, I know it can come true,” you grabbed his hands, smiling at him. “But I also wanted to have a degree, a bachelor's was just as important, so when there was no man in my life, I focused on that,” you shrugged. “I’m not gonna beg you to wait, I’m just going to ask that you do. I’m almost done, one more semester until I graduate, we’ll start planning our future then,” you reached for his lips and he happily kissed you back.

“I’ll wait, I guess I could be a little more patient,” he tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. “But the moment that you become Mrs. Cameron, I’m not gonna buy any more condoms, you can decide if you want nature to decide how many kids we have,” he pinched your chin.

“That’s fair,” you smirked. “You can get me pregnant as many times as you want after we’re married”.

“Better get all the practice in now then,” he moved over you so your back was against the mattress and you happily welcomed his love and affection.

Reblogs are the best birthday gift!

#rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron #dark!rafe cameron #dark!rafe cameron x reader

263 notes · View notes

humming-pokemon-helpers · 9 months

Text

itllbeokay.mov

[It's a video! It looks like this one wasn't meant to be uploaded, as the camera-Rotom, Cross, flits from Vanilla to Aspear and back, video settings changing on the fly. This must be some sort of set-up...?]

"Yeah, Cross, a little bit brighter. Yeah! Perfect!"

"i-i'm doing okay...?"

"Vanilla, why'd you go and give a perfectly good Rotom anxiety."

"She came like that! And she's perfectly good with her anxiety too. You're doing great, Cross."

"p-pzzt!"

[The camera does a 360-degree twirl. It appears its possessor is quite pleased with herself.]

"So... the plan. You want every person in Unova to see what sort of motives this guy has, yeah?"

"Yeah. I mean... you're right. Interpol hasn't done shit about him so far. Maybe if we get enough people angry...?"

"Best we got, anyways. Hey, maybe you could get somebody so pissed at him they just straight-up kill the guy. Not saying I'm endorsing that or anything! If you're recording this, Cross."

"n-noted..."

"Cross would never talk to cops. Isn't that right? Who's the best Rotom ever? Er... ahem. I just... hope this doesn't backfire."

"What, your disguise? Or this entire..."

[Aspear gestures at the lab as a whole.]

"Both."

"...You know, I wasn't quite expecting you to... suggest I disguise myself as your sister? I mean, isn't this kind of... aren't I a bit..."

"...Yeah, a little. Hey Cross, let's just keep the camera on Colress. The less you move the better, anyways."

[The camera pans up and down briefly. A nod.]

"But really, I don't know what else we can do. You can't exactly have a pleasant conversation with Colress as yourself. None of the kids in my lab ever met Colress, so that's suspicious. And I sure as hell don't want to start beef with my boss who's on Interpol's Top Wanted list without backup. So... just don't do anything weird. I know you're exes and all, but, like... be chill?"

"Yeah. Chill."

"...How good are you, at this? I never got a chance to see really. Other than the fighting."

"I mean, I got to know her pretty well, so..."

[The light around Vanilla distorts rather heavily... it's almost like it turns into smoke, blurring his image until what emerges is... pretty distinctly Cheri. She blinks a few times, checking over what aspects of her disguise she can see. It seems satisfactory.]

"Holy shit. I thought there'd be some kind of tell. Can you like... her voice...?"

"Yeah?? As long as you don't ask me to pronounce some suuuuuper crazy-long word or something, we're good, Spear!!"

"Dear fucking Arceus. You're... that's dangerous, man."

"I have noooo idea what you're talking about!!"

["Cheri" shakes her head, a bit like clearing an unwanted thought. Seems like it takes some effort to switch between voices like that...]

"Er... that is, yeah, I try not to use it too much. I'd make a damn good actor if I ever quit therapy, though."

[Aspear checks the time on his own Rotom Phone, thinks a bit, and then heads for the door. He looks nervous.]

"Yeah. I guess we don't have time for this though... Shit. It's already almost one? I'll get the door set. Just promise me that Sword of yours is actually gonna protect me..."

"Yeah, no problem. We got this."

"...sorry, Cheri. Think we're more than even after this one."

#//off-screen post #pkmn irl #pokeblogging #a cross of strange colors #high stakes pokeblogging #long post #tw impersonation #tw death mention

7 notes · View notes

naaaaayyyhaay · 1 year

Text

GGE2022 ;)

Hello!

A GGE2022 for @imikhailotakeyouian , definitely a stickler for details and an imperfect perfectionist so i apologize for the long wait😭 I really hope you enjoy your gift tho!! (i do intend to post it on AO3 too, so i'll come back and link it here when i get the chance💫)

And a very big thank you to @gallavichthings for hosting this years exchange❣️

Rated: M

Words: 3,330

Prompt: "Ian finally takes Mickey to the beach

Social media!AU

Any AUs/anything Gallavich makes me happy really"

Tags: fluff, toothrottingfluff, jealousy, jealous!ian, domesticity,postcannon, soft!mickey

Mickey's head is killing him, his eyes are lidded and tinged red from constant rubbing and his whole body feels like it's moving through a thick jello, leaving him weighted and slow. He had Ian to blame for this. To blame for his excessive tiredness. He was awoken this morning at 5am to an extra giddy Ian, rushed in the shower, and forced to leave by 6am(without a morning quickie he might add). And this all would've been unforgivable, an absolute injustice, if Mickey wasn't about to board a flight to Jamaica to go lounge drunk on their famed nude beaches with his very sexy husband Ian for their anniversary. And even if he tried, he couldn’t deny it, the fact that Ian is just so thoughtful. Surprising Mickey with an impromptu beach vacay for the second time in a row now. So as Mickey entered the airport with an utterly delighted husband hot on his trail like an overly excited puppy he couldn’t help but to think back to their first attempt at a beach trip…

"Mickey... Mick... get up. C'mon sleepy head."

"Gallagher” Mickey grumbled as he fought back a yawn and squinted through sleepy eyes. “It's like four in the morning man, can't this wait?"

"Mick it's literally twelve in the afternoon."

"Oh. Same difference." he muttered as he rolled over and nuzzled his pillow attempting to drift back off into sleep.

"Mick seriously, get up." Ian laughed as he shook his husband and wrapped his arms around him squeezing him tight.

"I swear I'll make it worth your while.” He says voice is sultry and inviting, practically dripping with honey.

"You really waking me up for a morning quickie Mr. Milkovich." Mickey replied with playfulness evident in his tone.

"No Mr. horny, I've got a surprise for you." He said, flicking Mickey on the nose and then hushing it with a soft kiss.

"A sexy surprise?" Mickey asked incredulously.

"Well... sorta," said Ian.

"This is n o t a sexy surprise." Mickey said, as he stared at what looked to be the world's most polluted beach. Or y'know just your regular average Southside public beach.

“Yeah I didn’t really expect it to be this…” Ian trailed off disgust and a bit of disappointment written plain on his face. The wind was loud in their ears, whistling the classic tune of ‘Get The Fuck Back Inside, It’s Too Damn Cold For This Shit’. A tune Mickey never ignored.

“Hey freckles, just in case you didn’t get the memo, it’s like below zero temperatures outside.”

“No it’s not, Mick. It’s like thirty degrees at worst.” Ian shot back.

“Okay, well I don’t know how you plan on doing this beach day at the start of March, genius.” Said Mickey.

“Don’t worry, we can just come back in the summer.” Mickey said, discerning his husband's disappointment and pulling him into an embrace mostly to console him but also to steal some of his body heat. Ian didn’t mind, what Mickey didn’t know was that his thoughts were already elsewhere.

“Yeah okay, you may be right.” Ian huffed a small laugh, finally giving in to the shiver that he was holding back as if somehow that would mean admitting defeat and accepting that it actually was in fact very cold.

“I promise I’ll make it up to you, Mick.” and that was the end of that. Or so Mickey thought.

One Year Later.

"This is gonna be great, Mick!" Ian exclaims, beaming ear to ear after fighting back another yawn.

"We're gonna go straight to the beach!" He has one arm wrapped around his short thug of a husband and in the other holds both his and Mickey's carry-on. It wasn’t a short impromptu vacation that Ian had planned at the very last minute, but it was much better. He figured their armed transportation business was doing pretty well and they had saved up a ton of extra money in the bank, and Mickey had just been working so hard with all the managing and security work and shit that hey, why not give themselves a little treat, right?

"We gotta check in and unpack first, dummy." Mickey says with mock annoyance. He hates to admit it but all Ian’s excitement was actually quite adorable. It reminded him of how Ian was back in their earlier days when they had just first started seeing each other in secret, fooling around in the back of the Kash&Grab, and sneaking underneath the bleachers.

"I know that already, sweetheart." Ian coos, ever since the start of their anniversary month he had picked up this funny little habit of responding to Mickey's attitude with over the top affection. Mick playfully bops him on the nose before they board their plane and settle into their seats. Without even waiting for any of the other passengers to board Mickey reclines his seat and places a sleeping mask askew over his eyes, planning to drift off into snooze-ville before the plane takes off. He takes one last peak at his studious Ian seated beside him, nose already buried in some book, before pulling his mask securely into place and dozing off. Well, dozing off for about five minutes before he was so rudely interrupted by a quiet

"Excuse me."

For god knows what reason, some stupid mix up with the tickets or whatever, Mickey was in the wrong seat and some fuckhead standing in front of Ian would like him to move. Or at least that's what he’s gathered from listening in to the conversation happening right beside him with some stranger and his husband.

“Absolutely not.” Mickey deadpans. Believe it or not he actually didn’t mean to come off as aggressive for once in his life, but Ian had woken him up waaaay too early. Trip or not Milkovich’s don’t get up before noon on a weekend, and he was already nicely settled into his seat and too comfy to migrate down the plane having to brush shoulders with a bunch of randos with morning breath probably.

“C’mon, Mick.” Ian sighs, already exasperated.

“It’s only a couple seats down, let’s just move.” He says as he nudges Mickey’s shoulder, probably giving him the ‘please let’s not make a scene just this once’ puppy dog eyes, but his magic can’t work on his husband this time seeing as how Mickey still has his eyes shielded with his sleepmask.

“M’not moving Gallagher. Already comfy. Can’t shithead just sit in the already free seat?” Mickey asserts.

“Not moving from my window seat.” He repeats once more and crosses his arms over his chest in defiance.

“Actually it has nothing to do with wanting a window seat, as it happens I actually prefer the aisle.” Came the stranger’s voice.

“It’s just that they seated me in a window seat right at the front, with all this legroom and empty space and it’s making me a little nervous.” He forces out a chuckle, obviously embarrassed but still trying his best to make light of the situation.

“Like the opposite of claustrophobia I guess, if that makes any sense?” The strange man laughs.

“No, it actually doesn't.” Mickey grumbles.

“I’m a nervous flyer and I guess it just makes me feel safer to be compressed.” Suddenly Ian’s body language shifts, he sits up right and turns to face the stranger.

“Say no more, I’ll switch with you.” Ian declares like he’s doing the guy some big favor, but Mickey doesn’t need to look at his husband to know that there is a goofy little grin plastered on his face. But Mickey does in fact dramatically rip off his night mask to shoot Ian a death glare. One that says ‘how dare you abandon me?!’without even having to utter a word.

“Wait, so you’re giving up a window seat and extra leg room?” He asks, almost in disbelief. The younger skinny stranger nods with extra enthusiasm, as if he was a salesman trying to seal a deal.

“You’re welcome to join me at any point, darling.” Ian replies all coy and shit as he closes his book and shimmies out of his seat and down the cramped plane aisle, just to end up sitting about two seats in front of his husband.

‘We can get through this right?’ Mickey thinks to himself as anxiety, and of course a total fucking stranger, start to settle in. `We've been separated by bars, by Terry, and even the Mexican border! There’s no way I’m panicking over a couple of plane seats!’ But here they are, literally just some old couple reading in silence and a jaded looking woman with her equally moody teenaged daughter placed in the rows between them. And on the inside Mickey’s mind is racing with thoughts like… ‘How could my husband do this to me? Wow, the ultimate betrayal. Now I have to move… but I’m already so comfy. You know what, he’ll just have to sit all by his lonesome then. Not my fault he decided to ditch me. Now I’m stuck sitting next to some weirdo for the rest of this dumbass flight, so serves him right anyways.’ But as the minutes pass Mickey surprisingly lets his curiosity get the better of him and he moves his night mask a little to get a peak at the so-called weirdo in question. And as he glances over he meets eyes with a young man who is practically swallowed up by his own large gray hoodie which almost distracts him from the man’s surprising striking features. Dark green eyes, razor-edged cheekbones, what seemed to be a small brown beauty mark above the left side of his upper lip and… Wow, what a crazy fucking coincidence, because as the stranger turned to meet Mickey’s gaze his hoodie pulls back just enough revealing fiery auburn hair. ‘Dude is totally stunning and a redhead?!’ Mickey thinks. ‘Oh my god he's just like a younger version of my husband!’ And as they share a quick smile Mickey is again reminded of how totally hopelessly in love with Ian he really is. ‘I wonder if he's a natural redhead..? Well, we're gonna be on this plane ride for a while so… there’s probably no shame in asking, right?’

Ian on the other hand, who was at one point as cool as a cucumber waiting for Mickey to get up and switch seats, is now a bit of a nervous wreck. Because ‘Why hasn't Mickey switched seats yet? Could he possibly be distracted? Maybe I should get up and remind him, or-’ But as he finally decides to go back and beg his husband to come join him the plane departs and he is forced to try to make peace with the fact that he won’t be riding beside Mickey. And yeah he might be more than a little upset, but then he thinks about how Mickey must be annoyed with his new plane mate, so he tries to focus and listen to see if he can hear Mickey being irritated by the poor talkative fool. “Oh a redhead, is that all natural or you get that outta ten dollar Revlon box?” He hears his husband chuckle. ‘A redhead?!’ Ian thinks, his brain sounding off alarms. ‘Don’t be ridiculous Ian, that doesn’t mean anything.’ he thinks to himself as he tries his best not to, but he can’t help the red hot burn of jealousy throbbing deep in his chest no matter how hard he tries to fight it back with logic. With each hour passing he feels his anger slowly start to bubble to the surface and just as he's about to explode the pilot announces that the plane will be landing and soon passengers will have started to depart. So out of the "greater good of his heart" Ian ends up deciding that he's just being paranoid and that the guy chatting up his husband is in fact just being friendly and nothing more. So Ian decides to let it go, it’s not like he wants to ruin this first trip alone with his husband anyway. So when the plane lands he makes sure to love up on Mickey from the airport all the way to the hotel check in and and to the beach.

"I'm telling you Mick, you need to reapply your suntan lotion! It's been two hours, and the bottle says to apply at least every hour!" Ian nags. And yeah he nags, but it’s with love, so sue him!

"Nah, they just want you to buy more of their shit. Anyhow, I'm not as pale as your ghostly ass, you should be the one worried about sunscreen here Mr. I burn like a vampire in the daylight.” Mickey chuckles.

“And if you don't come here, you're gonna miss seeing this crab, man. Little guy’s fascinating! Think he's looking for a new house!" Mickey babbles, crouched down in the sand, a half smoked joint pitched between his fingers. He was already a shade tanner and his eyes were a lazy tinge of red. Mickey was so beautiful like this. Relaxed, a little buzzed, and off in his own little world no longer burdened by the traumas that once plagued their love like Terry or prison or shitty sadistic PO’s.

"I want to see him too, baby, but you're gonna bitch all night if you get burned! Come on, it'll only take a sec."

"Nah, man. That shit s'all sticky and cold. It fucks with my high, and I might miss when Mr. Krabs finds his new house! If I burn then I burn, bitch!"

"You named the crab Mr. Krabs?” Ian giggles as he stares at the little guy who seems to have stolen his husband’s full attention.

“Not Shelly or Pincher or somethin’, you’re really going with Mr. Krabs?" Ian laughs.

“Yep.” Mickey says grinning up at his big orange giant.

“How original, Mick.” snickers Ian.

“Hey, I’m on vacation. I don’t need to be creative on vacation. I don’t need to be anything on vacation but good and high.” He takes another drag of his joint before placing it in the tiny ashtray he brought along with him and then grabs Ian and pulls him down onto him, startling and exciting him in the process.

“Well high, and on top of my husband of course.” the Milkovich says with that same flirty tone of voice that never fails to make Ian’s stomach do summersaults. And it takes every ounce of self control in his body to tear himself from Mickey when his phone rings and he knows that it’s either another goddamn ‘family emergency’, or it’s something work related that ‘just can’t wait’.

So, much to Mickey's dismay, Ian sits in the sand and answers a call from Kev regarding the transportation business while Mickey takes it upon himself to avoid work at all costs and nap beside Ian looking all cute. And by god’s name it takes everything in Ian to not just stare in awe at his beautiful husband laying face down drooling just a little on his beach chair looking very much double cheeked up in his tight blue swim trunks. ‘So blue that they almost match the blue of his damn near mesmerizing eyes, but not quite because the blue in his eyes is just too beautiful that no man-made creation could ever recreate that specific color that is Mickey and oh shit he's staring, and oh shit he's definitely waking up now…’

“Hey, there,” Mickey murmured.

“Hey, sunshine,” was all Ian could say. Still a bit stunned by Mickey’s unwitting beauty.

“Sunshine?” Mickey raises a brow.

"What's up with all the mushy gushy shit, huh lover?" he asks with a sleepy laugh, finally deciding to call it out.

In response, Ian reaches up to brush his fingers against his husband’s cheek, his once pale face now a bit bronzed and heated by the sunlight spread over them.

“You just got a bit of sun on your face, thas all. Also chair marks,” Ian moves his hand to the opposite side, feeling the faint lines pressed into his lover’s skin.

“Meanwhile you look like you’ve been very busy, real important business I see.” Mickey laughs.

“You should get some rest there, Red. Must be real tired after all that hard work playing in the sand and whatnot.” but Ian knows it’s not an insult, nor is his tone heated. He actually sounds content. So Ian huffs a small laugh in response and wraps his long arms around Mickey’s waist, burying his face into the soft part of his stomach and purring like a cat in the sun.

“Thank you for your concern, but a nap is the last thing I wanna do right now.” He mutters into Mickey’s stomach.

“Ohh, so you trying to get back to the hotel then Mr. Milkovich.” Mickey asks with a smirk. And Ian doesn’t even honor such a stupid question with such an obvious answer, and instead he grabs Mickey by the hips and hoists him up out of his beach chair and kisses him with a burning desire.

“Okay. Hotel. Now.” Mickey says, lips bitten and red, eyes a little glazed over with lust.

Hand in hand they walk along the sandy beach, enjoying the warm sun and the cool ocean breeze, the sound of the waves crashing against the shore providing a soothing background noise as they make their way back to the resort. "This is amazing," Ian says, interrupting the silence and smiling as he looks out at the ocean. "I can't believe we're actually here." and somehow Mickey knows that he’s not just talking about being here on the beach. But here. Together at last.

Eventually they make it to the hotel and quickly they rush their way through the entrance and make a beeline straight for the elevators, but before they can even make it past the hotel bar Ian is suddenly blind sighted by his actual worst nightmare. They’re greeted by none other than Mickey’s plane mate.

“Mickey? Hey! How’s it going?” He smiles brightly, too damn bright if you asked Ian, and makes his way over completely uninvited.

“Oh, hey. Brett? Right?” Mickey replies, thumbing at his brow.

“Brandon actually.” The man laughs, seemingly unfazed by Mickey's lack of gentility.

“So… this is crazy huh, I thought I had seen the last of you. Thankfully I was wrong though.” says Brett or Brandon or whoever.

“What’re you doing right now? I mean, I am working but I could definitely make you a drink. My shift ends in a bit actually.” And this time Ian knows that he's blatantly flirting with Mickey and there’s just no way he can hold his anger back now.

"He's married! To me! He's my husband!" Ian exclaims angrily, red in the face, a scorching rage igniting in his emerald eyes and permeating through his entire body as he grabs Mickey by the hand before getting in between him and plane guy. All it takes is one look and Mickey can see it in Brett’s(or Brandon’s or whoever’s) face that he has no intention of pushing back against Ian, and he watches as the poor guy basically folds up into a shell of himself and just embarrassedly backs off. So Ian doesn’t wait a second and finally drags Mickey into the elevator and up to their hotel room but on the way up Mickey just can’t help but to tease him.

"Don't know what came over ya back there, firecrotch." Mickey laughs breathlessly, lips pressed lightly into that spot on Ian’s neck that he knows just drives him wild. Ian groans and kneads the thick flesh of Mickey’s ass fitted perfectly into his palms. He places a couple more wet kisses to his neck and up his jawline before biting his lip and pulling back to look at the absolute mess he’s made of his husband.

"Can't say I didn't like it though."

#GGE2022 #fanfiction

21 notes · View notes

aliypop · 2 years

Text

Amore (1960′s Mafia Au)

Note: This took me 2 weeks to write this, it’s my longest fic ever also learned that apparently Frank has a brother and a sister so... yeah!

Pairing: POC OC X CANON

Word count: 13,698

Warning: Violence, Smut, Triggering matters (Panic Attack)

A/N: Was I inspired by The Many Saints Of Newark ... Yes yes I was

Reblogs Likes Comments are all appreciated !!

"Did any of these assholes mess with ya..." Jason asked. His revolver pointed against the victim's head. "No, but you've marked your territory so hard he's gonna be scared shitless when you know who walks in," Dick mumbled, "Who... you mean Ezra?" his sleeves rolled up. Jason Todd was known as the loyal weapon to the Wayne family mob. Seeing him was almost like seeing "Bruce... please I!"

"Downstairs now." was all the brooding don said, snapping his fingers to alert his sons. Bruce Thomas Wayne wasn't your usual don. Sure he had his cover-ups, Bruce had his family who he didn't want in doing some of his jobs, but he never killed, though it's not to say that those who crossed him had better wished to be dead than feel the fury of the batman. Walking down the halls of the inherited Gotham New Jersey mansion, Dick and Jason could hear the walls talking, and by that, they meant the secrets behind them.

"No, you were being possessive," Dick could hear Tim say. He must've been talking to Barbra, who was an informant. Tim was the brains of the family. He could plan a hit faster than the man of the hour Bruce himself, probably even considered to be Bruce's unofficial underboss.

"Aye, Tim." Dick beckoned.

"What..."

"Bruce wants us all downstairs."

"Be there in a minute Richard." he rolled his eyes and the cuffs of his sleeves.

"Now..."

"You're a monster!"

"Eh, I'd say an animal you can't put down but sure," Ezra said. Ezra was Bruce's second daughter. Ezra was the animal, the messenger, a bad omen if you will, the reason the Waynes should have stock in present box ribbons. Although her father had the no-kill rule, she wouldn't lie and say that she hadn't achieved what he wouldn't do, or else she wouldn't have gotten her title. As one of the floorboards creaked, Ezra pulled a pistol out of her pant pocket, pointing it toward the door.

"Aye, don't shoot. Bruce wants you downstairs." Jason held his hands up.

"What's for dinner." Ezra pulled her gun down.

"I suggest you think before ya speak..." a melodic laugh coming from behind the butler. "Why should I listen to you, huh you ain't nothing but a dumb broad..."One of Maroni's men said,

"Oh. Because the last person who didn't ended up losing more than his tongue." bashing his head into the marble countertops. Looking at her chipped Arden pink manicured nails, Yonah took a fist full of the Maroni mobs soldier bringing his head towards one of the stove eyes, "Ms. Wayne..." Alfred grabbed her by the arm. Yonah, the eldest daughter in which she; was born only a minute before her sister Ezra. Yonah was the honey pot and a con-woman, but it did help that she had a law degree. She could talk herself into anything as much as she could talk someone out of it. All while wearing her pencil dresses and Audrey Hepburn Breakfast at Tiffany's updo. "Yes, Alfred..."

"The Spaghetti Alla Puttanesca..." he gestured to the bubbling pot, "Shit..." she mumbled under her breath, "Could you handle him..." she asked, seeing that the man was unconsciously on the ground.

"Can you handle plating the main dish?" he asked,

"If it's Lobster Thermidor, I can plate it in my sleep." she winked.

"Spoken like your mother. Rest her soul," he mumbled, escorting the body out the back. Around the table were Dick, Jason, and Tim, all dressed in their Sunday best for dinner. Bruce had been upstairs finishing a meeting with Salvatore Maroni about some property in New York. He had heard about the rage of everyone going over the bridge, and he wanted in, but he wanted something that could prove the worth of his potential successors. Yonah and Ezra.

"No, he's gonna pick me," Jason said, crossing his feet on the table, his black Chelsea boots still shining.

"You're a trigger-happy măgar, Todd. He's not going to pick you." buttering up the warm rolls that Alfred baked. "It would be neither of you," Tim smirked,

"How the hell would you know?"

"Yeah, how would you know," Yonah asked, setting down the pasta. "Let me spell it out for you, Timothy Wayne." a smug look on his face. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" she grimaced at her adopted brother.

"Think about it." he winked, and suddenly his green eyes were punchable.

"It's 1967. A woman can do the job as an underboss," she stated,

"Name one," Jason said as Dick drank his wine,

"Ma..."

"She doesn't count Bruce didn't appoint-"

"Careful she might-"

POW!

"Next one to say something gets-"

"Gets what..." the heavy presence of Bruce looming through the room. "Nothing at all, Daddy." she straightened up, "What happened to Jason's nose," he asked, sitting down as Yonah sat next to him on the right-hand side.

"Talking shit, and Yonah hit him." Dick shrugged, "He deserved it." Tim responded as Jason only rocked, back his feet off the table. With the napkin on his nose. Bruce only glared at his daughter, "Where's your sister..." he asked, "Checking out locations for some bar." she shrugged, "I told her it'd be a waste to buy one here in Jersey." she sighed as Alfred brought on the main course, taking her seat, "But we live in Gotham City New Jersey," Tim stated as Bruce only listened,

"Yeah, you can't throw a rock without hitting us, a Cobblepot, a Dent, a Falcone, or an Arkham," she stated as Bruce nodded, eating his Lobster.

" And if we plot outside Gotham. You got the Dimeo crime family in Newark." Dick sided with his sister,

"So, what was your solution," Bruce asked as she sipped lemonade from her wine glass. "I conned Maroni, told em I'd give one of his men a good time for a nice sized spot in Hell's Kitchen." twirling the noodles with a fork and spoon, "Did you get the money?" Jason asked,

"I got the money first. You know that." watching as Bruce looked uninterested in the conversation.

"What else happened?" Dick asked, poking at the lobster thermidor.

"He chipped my manicure, so I chipped his face. But hey. I got a pink Cadillac out of it."

"Yonah!" Bruce nearly growled,

"Alfred took care of the rest." she sighed. If it was one thing he could never forget, just like her mother and him, she was unpredictable, much like the weather.

"So when do you leave for Hell's kitch-."

"She leaves tomorrow." Bruce deadpanned. If his daughter wanted to play big boy games behind his back only for him to clean up the mess, she had to learn the big boy way. "Is that so," Yonah asked. There it goes, the storm behind her blue-green-colored eyes. Sometimes when he looked into them, he could see remnants of Yazela through them. But tonight, he only saw himself. Her brown skin began to boil over in small splotches of red,

"It is. I suggest you pack heavy winters there aren't like here."

"Oh, A fanabla," Yonah growled as her brothers laughed at her outburst, "I hope you three choke on your pasta," she grumbled, going upstairs, Bruce following her.

"So, what did I miss?" Ezra asked, hands in her pockets.

"Yonah had a meltdown. Where'd your hair go." noticing long curls cut into a bob.

"Got it cut."

"You look like a boy."

"Vai da puttane e fatti fottere stronzo." Ezra stuck her tongue out at Jason, the two chuckling.

"You just can't admit that what you did was wrong, can you!" Yonah shouted at her father, packing her clothes, "Neither can you." handing over her fur coat. "What did I do wrong this time, huh," she asked,

"You bought a building behind my back."

"You signed off on it." packing her heels, "And weren't you just saying last week you wanted more cover-ups in other areas." Bruce grew silent,

"We can't grow as a cartel if we don't branch out. Mother was right. We can't just stay in Goth-"

"And where did that get her." he asked as she looked at him, "That wasn't what killed her, and you know it!" taking the keys off her dresser,

"Yonah Shanel Wayne..."

"Tell Ezra we're leaving tonight."

"Where the hell are we going..."

"To paradise. Pack warm and heavy if you're not out of this house in ten. I'm leaving you here." she brushed past her father.

Frankie Valli Can't Take My Eyes Off You played on the radio as their hour-and-a-half drive to New York began. "You know, Yon. I was thinking we get a place we get girls to make em informants and-" taking a puff from her cigarette as her sister sighed, "Bad idea," her eyes on the snow-filled road, "Bad idea?" Ezra asked, "Look, last time I tried to let you run your tit bar, you fell short on the girls. " Ezra scoffed, blowing the smoke out the window, "I did not..."

"I kept with the finances, and you did come up short. You got jealous every time they did their jobs." she laughed as her sister got quiet,

"I-I..."

"Harley, Ivy, Dinah, should I keep going."

"I get it, jeez..."

"Good, "

"Where are we staying." Yonah groaned as if her sister was an instant reminder of birth control. "With a friend for a bit until things clear for the penthouse in Midtown Manhattan."

BANG

"Who's there..." the bible, playing from the other side of the door. "It's me, Father Murdock," Yonah said,

"Me who." she could hear the smug grin on his face.

"Yonah, your little favorite sinner." she batted her eyes as he laughed, "And Ezra's here too." Matthew (Matt) Michael Murdock, the crooked yet devoted catholic so devoted he became a priest and informant, "Aren't priest not supposed to drink?" Ezra mentioned, drink in his hand.

"He turned water into wine."

"And that's scotch, Matty boy," Yonah smirked, taking a sip of it as she kissed him on the cheek,

"Still charming."

"Still having sex with some of the nuns."

"Still ripping fingernails out from your sister's fingers."

"Just grew the pinky back last month," Ezra said, setting down her suitcase. Matthew and Yonah had gone to school together. Of course, he was supposed to be a lawyer, but he instead went to be a man of the cloth. Yonah still couldn't take her eyes off him. He was still as handsome as ever, with slicked-back hair and the way his crucifix dangled over his chest. He was never one to sleep in a shirt. "You're staring," he mentioned. Just below the tip of the cross was a deep cut from Elektra, the last fight he was tied to before Matt had become an informant. "Yeah... kinda hard not to." she laughed, "I still remember that night," she murmured, his hand under her chin as he leaned in, still wearing his dad's favorite aftershave.

"So. uh, I'm going to take the bedroom... am I interrupting something..."

"No... not at all." the two said, hearing his bedroom door slam. "I guess you and I got the couch like old times?" he joked, "Minus the touching and cuddling," she mentioned digging in her suitcase for her sheer nightgown.

"I'd never."

"I can hear your shit-eating grin."

"And I can hear the pink Cadillac downstairs. How'd you manage to get it."

"Stole the keys from a lady named Fish, left the money in return, used the money in the trunk of it to buy a bar." peaking out the bathroom, knowing Matt could sense her presence. "Is it a wise purchase?" he questioned,

"What did Bruce say?"

" Oh, vaffanculo..."

"Language." he chastised like a nun in a catholic school, "He upset you this time, huh..." he asked, sitting her down in his lap. "Yeah, how could you tell..." she asked, "Don't say you can hear the blood rushing through my body." she playfully chirped as he rolled his eyes, "No, I just know your temper." he laughed.

As the morning crept closer, Bruce began to contemplate whether or not to follow his headstrong daughter down to New York. Of course, he had other engagements like the family business and keeping the other crime families at the bottom where they belonged. "Dick..." Dick stood by his side. "Yes, Bruce, See to it; that Ezra and Yonah are okay," he commanded as Dick gave him a nod and left.

"So where are we going..." Ezra asked, watching her sister flatten out her low-cut red velvet pencil skirt dress, her fur coat wrapped around her body. "It's a surprise." she smiled,

"I don't like surprises."

"You'll like this one." she winked, teasing her hair into her mother's signature beehive,

"You're making me sound like a goomah," Ezra said, the two of them doing their cat eyeliner in the mirror, Ezra with her perfect edge and Yonah using the edge of Matt's shaving razor. "Takes one to know one," she commented. Ezra fixed her capri pants. The cuffs tucked in her gogo boots, arm garters around the sleeves of her button-up as she then straightened her tie,

"Can you present yourself feminine at least once in your life? After all, this isn't Gotham."

"When you stop trying to replace our mother, then I'll consider it." pointing at the sapphire necklace on her neck. Taking the extra apartment key off Matt's dresser, Yonah and Ezra began to head out the door; from Matt's place, the new bar was down the block, but from their soon apartment, 3 minutes away on a good day.

The outside was a bit run down, pavement covered by freezing snow. It made Yonah wonder how she spent the stolen money on this. But with love, care, and imagination. She'd have this place open and running in no time. "Is this ours?" Ezra asked, hearing her sister fiddle with the keys. "My name is on the lease, so it's my place and you." she pointed, "Will see to it that it runs." the door opening, cobwebs on the barstool, chipped tiled floor, and a few broken lights. She could see the low lighting, hardwood floors, paintings, the wait staff, and high class but enough to keep hidden.

"Why do you get all the power in this."

Yonah only looked at Ezra, "I'm not trusting you with the money. I can barely trust you to blend in." pointing at her clothes.

" Vaffanculo!"

"Oh, shut up." Yonah groaned, rolling her eyes. She knew a few places in Gotham that could have this place up and running in three days flat, enough time for her to discover what other wanders were around New York that wasn't just Hell's kitchen, taking a business card out of her bra, she handed it to Ezra,

" Call this number."

"And where are you going?"

"To get a meatball sub." Yonah turned to face her sister, car keys in hand, as she walked out the door.

"What's this number for!" Ezra mumbled, placing her hand on the dusty bar phone, "Do I have to do everything myself..." pulling at her tie.

"Hello, Cobblepot fashion and furnishings."

Astoria Queens was bustling with cars, businesses, and shops galore. The perfect place to quite possibly get a quick lunchtime sub.

"Aunt May says hi, by the way."

"M'sure she does, kid." black taper slick back hair framed the face of no other than the Capo of the Castiglione family. And a member of The Devil Dog gang. Francis G. Castiglione, but everyone around town knew him as Frank Castle, the owner of Castle cold cuts, a meat and deli spot. "Aye, long time no see, Rogers..." his voice carrying through the shop. "Where ya been?" patting him on the back, "Just got back from the war, figured I'd celebrate with the best cold cuts in town," Steve said, a laugh coming from the blonde man.

"Curt!"

"The usual?" Curtis Hoyle, one of many a part of The Devil Dog mob who'd die for Frank if he asked him to, they had both owned the shop as their main cover-up business."The Captain America special." Frank responded as Steve chuckled,

"You don't have to-"

Frank only shrugged, "Ah, don't worry about it." he smirked. Black heels, a mink coat, and a red velvet pencil dress walked into the meat shop as she removed her scarf with one hand and her sunglasses off her face. "Can I help you?" Yonah looked down at the meat selection for the day, " Told Castle's had the best subs in New York aside from Katz, at least I was told by a guy named Wade Wilison?" she pointed towards the door. "The one time I agree with that bastard..." he mumbled to Curtis.

"What'dya got a taste for?"

"Italian meatball sub, heavy on the sauce and the mozzarella, bread toasted."

" A bossy one, eh, Sweetheart..." Yonah balled up her fist as she slowly looked up to see the voice that said it." It's not bossy. A woman knows what she wants when she craves and sees it." her eyes glancing at his bloodied-up apron to his eyes. Yonah's repainted Arden's pink nails tapping on the counter.

"Makes my job easier." Curtis laughed, watching between the two as he got to work on the meatballs.

"So, where are you from," Curtis asked, already feeling the thick tension between the two.

"Jersey," she responded.

"The land of Italians and subs, huh."

"I wouldn't say all that." Yonah chuckled. "But if you threw a rock, you'd hit one of us." she shrugged."A fellow Italian then." Curtis nudged Frank as he groaned,

"On my dad's father's side." Yonah smiled, looking around the shop. She could smell the deli cheese and hear the sizzle of the meatballs on the grill. For a split moment, she felt like she was at home again.

"Hope you like it, Jersey." Frank looked at her. Yonah only looked back at him as she felt a long-forgotten heat creep up her neck. "Jersey, huh... How much for it?" fond of the nickname that he called her, "On the house." Curtis mentioned,

"Well then, drinks are on me, fella's, when you visit the new bar in Hell's Kitchen," she mentioned,

"I'll be sure to stop by," Frank mumbled, watching as she bit into the sub, a moment of silence turning into a burst of,

"Fanabola!" her eyes wide,

"You don't like it, sweetheart," Frank asked, getting a bit defensive, "No, no, it's almost as good as Satriale's in Jersey." she teased, "What's it missin," Frank asked, leaning over the counter, her eyes trying not to stare at his biceps,

"Mmmm, a tablespoon of red pepper flakes."

"I'll keep that in mind Jersey."

"It'll serve you right if you do," she winked, walking out the door.

"You're about as useful as a screen door on a submarine!" Yonah shouted, paint getting in her hair. Within three days, Yonah had managed to get furniture, liquor, employees and. "I don't fuckin like the wallpaper!" Ezra spat back out. The two couldn't make up their mind on anything for the bar. Yonah wanted a classy hole in the wall, and Ezra wanted it to look like a place The Rolling Stones would crash in. "So you put paint in my hair instead!" her wrangler jeans covered in paint spots, "You already got a chandler in here." she spat, looking at the brown and gold carpet that she got to pick out, which gave her a bit of joy. The bar itself had encrusted mirror tiling. While there was a lounging area of velvet couches and beaded curtains, Yonah came up with an idea,

"Mirrors as wallpaper and gold paint around it."

"Sounds perfect." Ezra grinned, "We'll call it The Sparrow lounge." the glittering gleam in her sister's eye at the sound of the name, "It's got a nice ring to it." Yonah shrugged, thinking of who she could highjack for mirrors.

"Aye Yon..."

"Hmm... Yes, Ez?" she responded, paintbrush in hand.

"I was thinking of going to this restaurant and..." Ezra nearly choked on her words, "And what..." Yonah dead panned much like Bruce,

"I would like for you to dress me..." she gulped, seeing the grin on her sister's face.

Later that night, Ezra had gone through Yonah's beauty Bootcamp, golden nail polish, a soft blush on her face, lipstick, a gold tent dress to match and-

"You're not wearing those..."

"What's wrong with my go-go boots."

"Heels are more punctual, graceful, and elegant. If you are going to represent the Wayne Family do it with dignity." pushing the heels in Ezra's arms. "I'm not wearin these..." she grumbled, "Scared you can't walk in them." Yonah teased as her sister plopped onto Matt's bed, putting the heels on as she stood up wobbly-legged,

"So, are you going to teach me?"

"You'll figure it out." her legs crossed, looking through her beauty magazine,

"Two rules,"

"And those are?"

"Don't be out too long, and don't get my dress dirty. And if you think about bringing someone back, don't bring a girl back here."

"That's three..."

"Go."

The stage beamed with lights as the band played, couples gathering around the shiny hardwood floor. Sitting across from the dance floor was William (Billy) Russo, the underboss of the Castiglione mob. He owned a dance hall in upper Manhattan called Albany, a place where the gin was hot, and the action on the dance floor oozed with lust. "Do we have a deal, Russo?" Billy looked up at Bucky, his eyes glancing at him and then back at his steak. Gold stiletto heels clicked on the dance floor, rhinestone accents glimmering by the light, brown skin accented by her matching tent dress as the Jazz singer sang a cover of Nature Boy by Nat King Cole. At the moment, she was ethereal, unreal, and she would be his,

"Russo..."

Raising his hand, he removed himself from his steak and his seat. Walking towards the woman, he could feel that no one else was on the dance floor but them. Short blonde curly hair swayed with her every movement,

"Care to dance?" a hand reaching out for hers.

"She's dancing with me." Billy took her by the hand, a gentle kiss on the back. "Billy Russo." he winked, pulling her close to him.

" I didn't need saving." she grumbled, "And I know who you are." she mentioned, her hand wrapped around his back, positioned for a waltz, "Dito, Ms. Wayne..." Billy smirked as he dipped her,

"Do you treat every girl who comes your way like this?"

"Yeah, but they usually melt after this point, a lot less thrill..." Billy mentioned bringing her back up as he whispered in her ear. He was playing a dangerous game with Ezra, and he knew it, the master of charm flirting with the woman who wrote the handbook. "Maybe you haven't tried hard enough, Mr. Russo." the hairs on his neck stood up.

"What makes you say that." the two swaying back and forth, "This is usually the part where one of us says your place or mine." she winked, trying to walk towards the bar, Billy taking her by the wrist and spinning her in his chest.

"You know what sounds great right now..." Billy leaned in.

"A Manhattan or three and a quickie." she half-joked.

"Where's Ez?" Matt asked as Yonah had turned the little bits of his food in the fridge into a meal, "She went to explore the competition." she shrugged,

"So her usual."

"Pretty much." bringing the spoon full of soup to his lips, "How'd you even..."

"A chef never tells her secrets." she smiled, looking up at him. Every time she saw him, the pit of despair in her heart only hurt worse. She loved Matt, but he'd never leave the cloth to be with her, and she had too many responsibilities. "So how's Bruce." he asked, sitting on the countertop, "Still wishing you and I had stayed together." she laughed. It was true. Out of all of her past lovers, Matt had been Bruce's favorite, but he'd never admit it.

"I see..."

"Since when. " she nudged him, the two laughings. There was silence between them, neither wanting to do anything about it.

"It's getting late. I should be heading to bed."

"Goodnight, Yon." he kissed her cheek,

"Night, Matty boy."

BLAM!

"YONAH, I'M HAVING AN EMERGENCY, AND I NEED YOU TO GET UP RIGHT NOW!" Ezra said in one breath as a shoe flew her way. It was three in the morning, and Yonah had finally fallen asleep. "What is it, and make it quick before I pull your fingernails out and make you eat 'em." she gruffed, her voice deep with sleep.

"I think I fell in love..."

"Jesus Christ, not this again." she groaned. Propping herself up as Matt stood by the doorframe listening in,

"What's she like." rubbing the fresh sleep out of her eyes.

"He..."

"He?" Matt responded, "Next, you'll say you're wearing a dress and heels." Ezra then got quiet as she wobbled towards the bed,

"That explains why my feet are cold. Hell must have frozen over." Matt joked as Ezra threw a pillow at him. "Well, tell me, what's this guy like." Yonah smiled, trying to be supportive.

"He's tall, dark, and handsome."

"Thank you for the compliment, but I don't date my sisters." both Yonah and Ezra jolted from off the bed as Matt had a small smug smile. "DICKIE!" Yonah nearly squeezed him to death, ruffling up his hair. "Aye, nice to see you too," he chuckled, "Matt." he turned to look at the sleepy redhead as he nodded back at him.

"So what's gotten into you, Ez."

"A man..." she mumbled, wiping the blush off her cheeks. Dick only laughed, thinking his sister was joking until the silence around him grew.

"She's..."

"Very."

The cold winter sun beat down on the frozen concrete of Queens with busy streets. Knee-high boots made their way down as the sound of busy honking and the bustle of people walking by filled the December New York air.

"Mattina Curtis." big black bouffant hair walking through the door,

"Morning, Elena." Curtis smiled. Her bright orange mini dress radiated through the deli shop. "Is Frankie in yet?" tapping her fingers on the counter,

"He's in the back."

"Let me guess, polishin his guns or talking to Russo?" Curtis looked at her as she nodded,

"Ah, got it, I'll just wait here then." she laughed,

"Do you want anything while you wait?"

"Mmm, I could go for a sub." she shrugged, her hands fiddling with the newspaper, eyes scanning over the headlines about the president and any other useless information.

"Ya heard about the new bar in Hell's Kitchen?"

"New bar?" Elena looked at Curtis, "New bar?" she responded,

"Yeah, just opened up last night." Curtis mentioned, "Been trying to convince that big pound of muscle in the back to go but-"

"To go where?" Wiping the blood off his hands,

"Out, Frankie," Elena said, looking at her brother. Frank only grunted, pulling out the bread knife. His eyes had been watching the clock on the wall as if he were waiting for someone. "Curt, help me, out will ya..." she whispered.

"Well..."

"FRANKIE!" Billy shouted, nearly busting through the door. A three-piece suit on, Frank only groaned, knowing what the tone could mean,

"Hello to you too, Russo..." Elena interjected as Billy only rolled her eyes, "Lena," he scoffed,

"Whadya want Bill..."

"You, me, Curt, we're going out tonight," he commanded

"On a hit?" Elena asked,

"Scope out competition at The Sparrow lounge," Billy smirked,

"What's special about it..."

"They're takin, my customers, at the Astoria," he mumbled as Elena and Curtis laughed, Frank's eyes still following the ticking clock,

"What the fuck are you waitin on Frankie."

DING!

Twelve O clock on the dot, like blood work, came the woman he was waiting for, dressed like Jackie O in her pink suit and fur coat, shades covering her eyes and a scarf covering her hair from the flurries,

"Am I interrupting something?"

It was almost like her theme song, "I say a little pray for you," played on the shops' radio as Billy and Elena looked at the woman. She came from money by the quality of her clothes. And the jewelry dangling from her brown skin.

"Ay Jersey, I didn't think you was gonna show up today." Frank smirked, "Already got the meatballs on the grill."

"You didn't forget the flakes, did you."

"Jesus Christ, you an the pepper flakes." he chuckled.

"The best part I like a little spice. Mr. Butcherman."

"Nice one, Yon." Curtis laughed as Elena noticed the faint blush on her brother's cheeks. Within a week, Yonah had become a regular shop known name and patron of the "Jersey special." Frank rang the bell giving her. Her sub. "So, Frankie, you going out with us tonight or what," Billy asked,

"Yeah, are we..." Elena egged on as Yonah chuckled, biting into her sub and shopping around for meat. "Going out ain't my thing anymore." he shrugged,

"Frank... We gotta check this Sparrow lounge out."Elena suggested watching as Curtis packed up all the meat Yonah picked out,

"Besides, I did say the drinks were on me." Yonah winked, "Doors open at 7." she said, walking out of the shop.

"Do you think I'll see him again?" Ezra asked, putting on her mascara, a three-piece suit in gold, and gogo boots to match, "Depends if you scared him off." Dick smirked, helping his sister fix her tie. Yonah stepped out of the bathroom, her hair in a beehive, a skin-tight little black dress with ostrich feathers coming up the split on the side. Black heels to match, the necklace she had adored so much sat pretty on her neck.

"Mom's sapphires, huh..." Dick said, "They suit you."

"But not tonight." Ezra rolled her eyes,

"Why not."

"You need to get out more."

"I do go out. I'm a con woman, a honey pot." Yonah posed.

"And whens the last time you got some nookie?" Dick asked, agreeing with Ezra.

"Fungoli,"

"You talk to Bruce with that mouth." he chuckled as she jingled her keys to her Cadillac. "I'll meet you there." Dick winked his keys in hand.

Business at the bar was booming. They'd found a small band to play nightly. All while drinks poured freely, and the money came easy.

"Another tonic Cage?"

"You know it." Luke said, "And one for-"

"Jessica," Yonah finished his sentence as he smirked, her hands busy mixing drinks. She barely had any time to welcome the uproar of guests walking in. All Dick could see coming in the room were the finest suits, almost as if they were the Rat Pack.

"I feel stupid..."

"Eh, you clean up nicely, Frankie." Billy winked, patting Frank on his back,

"Gotta agree. I mean, maybe you might go home with someone." Curtis suggested. Frank only grumbled as the three walked in. Billy noticed the crushed velvet couches first, then the band, and finally.

"You're losing my interest which is very dangerous, Ms. Wayne." Madani rolled her eyes. Ezra only chuckled as she kissed her hand, "Excuse me, gentlemen." Pushing past Frank and Curtis as he made his way over.

"I'm grabbing a scotch for myself." Curtis winked, walking off towards the bar,

"You want one?"

"Eh, more of a wine and beer guy," he mentioned walking over. Black dinner jackets and skull cufflinks sat at the bar, taking in the music, "What can I get you-" Dick asked, not even noticing who he was asking,

"Aye, Frankster!" shooting him finger guns as Frank had only responded in a nod,

"What brings you by, stress at the shop, the other business... women."

"I was offered a free drink."

"By who?" Dick asked,

"AYE, WATCH HOW YOU HANDLE THAT!"

"Everything alright, Jersey..." both Ezra and Yonah looked up as Ezra almost dropped the bottle of liquor, "Which one of us are you callin Jersey..."Ezra growled,

"The one in a dress." Foggy remarked, martini in hand, "Everything's fine, Mista Butchaman."Yonah smiled, letting the collar of Ezra's suit go as she threw her into,

"Billy, you came!"

"You clean up nice, Dickie, a glass of Bordeaux Burgundy."

"Coming right up, boss." Dick joked. He still had no idea how he became bar tender number two.

"Fancy wine there, eh sweetheart?" he mentioned, eyes trailing at the bits of skin showing in her black dress, "It's on the house, so you deserve the best." she shrugged, "Right, Curt."

"As long as these drinks keep landing in my hand, I'll agree with anything." he smiled, sipping out his glass.

"I'll make sure Dickie over there keeps em pourin out." catching the wine glass sliding down the bar as she handed it to Frank,

"YON!" Ezra shouted,

"Excuse me, gentlemen," she huffed, walking from behind, her heels moving at the speed of light. Cuddled up were Billy and Ezra, the two already looking like love-sick idiots, holding two gin tonics in hand as Yonah only sighed, "You could have came to the bar, you know." she said with gritted teeth,

"Mmm, but I'm hostin right now."

"Of course you are." Yonah growled as Billy gave her a smirk, "You must be Jersey."

"And you must be my sister's new and first goomba. Must be a high honor to stoop so low." she pulled her hand back before he could kiss it.

"Frank told me a bit about you an the meatball subs."

"Right, you were at the store earlier." she tried to play nice amongst the man who had the slithering trust of a snake. He was cute, but he was no,

"Aye Yon..."

"Yes, what now what..." she sighed, almost pulling her hair out. "Someone bought you a drink." a thick Russian accent followed the words.

"Thank you, Yelena. Tell them I said I don't drink on the -" Yelena then pointed to the secret drink buyer as Yonah nodded, "I'll be right over." Yonah was already over her head in heaps of work and keeping down threats that Ezra didn't know about, but she had to keep up the appearances that made the Wayne family mob gratefully feared.

Frank watched as she bounced from one part of the lounge to another, like a chicken without a head. Just like himself, she needed a break.

"Is she always like that?"

"Sadly yes," Dick sighed, watching along, "She tries to do more so she won't feel like she's less." he shrugged, cleaning up the glasses. "She's been like that since our mother died." his eyes following the crowds of people, slowly leaving,

"Hey, don't expect me home-"

Yonah, Frank, and Dick laughed as Billy and Ezra stood before them, a bit drunk and handsy, "Just be here by noon." Dick smirked as Yonah took a deep breath heading into her office to look over the books and other things.

"Well, you two are welcome to stay. Listen to some records. I have receipts to book." Yonah smiled as Frank nodded,

"See you tomorrow Jersey..."

"Always." she winked, walking up to her office. There it was, the twinge Frank had dreaded for a while, the feeling he nearly loathed, admiration. Heading back to his apartment, all he could think of was how someone so sweet and kind would even invite a monster such as himself to a place like that.

"They're afraid of me, you know..." Yonah smirked, filing her nails, " Course I don't blame em, I'm afraid of me too." she looked across her office chair. There sat Rumlow. He owed the Waynes a huge lump-some of money, and Yonah had just so happened to spot him at the bar tonight. "What's that got to do with me." a dark chuckle left the sharp woman's lips, snapping her fingers, her brother by her side,

"You owe us, Mr. Rumlow..." she smirked, "And when you owe us, you owe me..."

"I don't owe you shit!" he spat at her as she gasped, "How fucking rude..." she slapped him across the face as he laughed,

"I'll make you an offer..."

"What a sweet piece of your ass as payment." Dick growled at him as Yonah put her hand up, "Please if I wanted to catch a quick fuck it wouldn't be you." she rolled her eyes,

"However, my offer is this, pay up, and he won't slice your throat open," she smiled, crossing her legs.

"And if I don't."

"Well, let's say you'll have to talk to the bat or the file... "

"The bat." he laughed, "Yeah, right, I'll take my chan-" with a snap of her fingers, Dick had nearly sliced his neck open,

"ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT, I'LL PAY, I'LL PAY!"

"You know. Sis, you would make a great Capo." Dick smiled as Yonah laughed. She then looked at her dress, blood boiling as Dick sighed, "What's wrong..."

"There's blood on my custom Chanel Dress..."

"Breathe..."

"I had no idea you were into that stuff... glad I found out," Ezra smirked, cuddled up beside Billy. The heat between the two keeping them warm and cozy. "Well, it's more where that came from." he pressed a kiss to her forehead as she sighed happily. In all her rendezvous, she'd never felt like this, like the only woman who mattered, "I could stay like this forever." she stretched, time leaving her, "What's stoppin you." he asked as she shrugged, his lips now on her bare shoulder blades, "Nothin I gu-" she paused as she looked over at the clock,

"Shit..."

"What's wrong?"

"I'm late..."

BING!

Yonah stood cleaning the glasses for the day. A few men had walked in, already eyeing her down as she took a deep breath, "Can I help you, gentlemen..." she asked as they snarled. "Not ones for talking, are we." one of the men coming up to the bar as he slammed his hands down on the table,

"Why don't you give me a kiss toots." a laugh left her lips.

"I'm take-" she lied,

"I wasn't asking." he got closer, two of his men on both sides of her, "Yeah, he wasn't askin Ms. sweet tits." hands on her thighs, "Were you asking for this!" taking her dagger from under the bar as she stabbed one guy in the leg, the other with the glass in her hand. Twisting his arm back, she threw his head into the marble floor as he began to claw at her hands.

"What's the matter too-"

BAM

Blood gushed from the side of his head as she threw him across the floor. "Fucking bitc-" her heel pressed into his neck as her red lips loomed over him. "You tell Carlo Falcone the only kiss he's gettin his death." she gritted her teeth as he nodded ferociously.

"So, anyways, that's how I got this hickey," Ezra said, walking in with Dick as the two stepped over the bodies of goons, their sister behind the bar with two drinks ready.

"You're late..."

"And there's two unconscious bodies behind you."

"They fucked up my nail polish. I fucked up their faces." taking her keys from her purse.

"And where are you going?"

"Getting a meatball sub..."

"Mhmm..." Dick smirked, "That's what you crazy kids are calling it now, huh."

"Do you want one too or something?" She asked.

"No, no, it's fine."

"Waitin on... what's he call Curt, Jersey?" she sing songed as Curtis laughed, "She's just usually her by now," Frank responded to Elena as she chuckled,

"So you have a schedule on her."

"No."

"I'm sure he does," Billy said, walking out the back of the shop. "Probably knows her favorite perfume by now..." he mumbled,

"Like you know the other girl you were with."

"Her names Ezra and she wears Casaque." he huffed as Elena laughed, "A sap, and he's only known her for a week or so," she asked Frank. He didn't look at all together like usual. He looked as if he were anywhere but behind the counter. "Frank..." Curtis asked, but he wouldn't budge, "Frankie..." Billy asked,

"Francis..." Elena said,

"Yeah..."

"You okay up there..."

"Yeah..." He lied,

"Francis, don't you lie to me." the look of their mother in her eyes. "Fine..." he rolled his eyes, annoyed at his sister. There was a spark behind his eyes, one she remembered all too well,

"You think falling into your emotions will make you forget Maria, don'tcha..." she asked as Frank turned to look at her. Oh, how he hated that she could read him like a book. He grumbled as she laughed, "Sit ... sit..." the tiles in the store were a bit cold, his headed resting on her shoulder like when they were little.

"I feel stupid."

"No, you don't." she hummed, "You feel scared, a little confused, mmm lovesick maybe... If I had to take a guess." Frank laughed, "Never been lovesick..." he scoffed as his sister glanced, "So the way you look at Jersey ain't the same way you looked at Maria?" Frank was silent as he thought about her,

"That's different."

"Is it, though." she smiled, "I see you smile at her, you get happier around her, you talk more." she giggled, "You flirt a little." Frank nudged her as she nudged back,

"Look, has it ever occurred to you... maybe Maria sent her your way, as I don't know, a second chance at love?"

"I couldn't-"

"You should, and you can. Besides, you'll end up like ma,"

"Whadya mean like ma."

"Changin' cars and listenin to Dean Martin." she chuckled, "Speaking of..." reaching down in her coat pocket, "I got two tickets to Frank Sinatra and the Copa..."

"Who'd you shake down to get those." Frank glared, helping his sister stand up. "More like who shook me..." she smirked, "Lena..." he glowered at his sister,

"If Mr. Swoonatra asks, tell him sweet lips, Lena gave you the tickets."

"Elena..." Frank began to brood,

"Ah... ah... ah, you deserve it. I'll close up shop."

"Elena.."

"Go."

"You two can go ahead home without me..." Yonah smiled, "I'll close up shop." she shrugged her shoulders, dressed in a pink silkstone mermaid evening gown, hoping that Frank would've shown up. "You sure you don't wanna go out?" Ezra asked. Yonah shooed her away, "I have responsibilities." she sighed, counting the money as Dick watched her. She looked like a splitting image of their mother. Her hair was in a high curly updo that only god could break apart with how much dippy doo was in it. "Well, if you're sure, we'll be heading out-" Dick smiled as he saw the familiar associate standing at the door.

"She's at the bar," Dick whispered to Frank as he nodded a few roses in his hand.

"Good luck." Ezra scoffed.

Writing down the revenue for the night, Yonah had been tapping her fingers and humming until she heard,

"So... You expectin someone."

"Depends who's asking." her eyes still looking down. A medium-colored pink rose petal landing in between her book.

"A nice butcher from Queens..."

Yonah looked up at Frank, little peaks of curls on his head, crisp new tie,

"Where is this nice butcher going dressed so nicely." handing her the roses his sister got him to give her.

" The Copa got tickets to see Sinatra."

"That must be lovely. I hope you two have a good time."

"Me and who?"

"The girl you're probably taking." she smiled, "must be one lucky lady." reaching for the pencil as he reached for her hand, "She would be if she'd let go of that damn pencil." Yonah looked up at Frank, a bit shocked,

"Well, I don't have time to-"

"Yeah, you do." taking her fur coat off the rack,

"Then where are we going." putting her arms in her sleeves.

"It's a surprise."

"Didn't take you for the surprise type, Mr. Castle," she smirked. Frank offered his hand, ushering her out the door, "Neither did I."

The crisp air blew as the stars lit up the New York night sky. Ezra and Dick sat next to the fireplace drinking spiked hot chocolate, "I bet ten dollars she's sleepin at his place." Ezra smirked as Dick laughed,

"Nah, ten if they only held hands, 20 if there's kissing." he responded as Ezra snorted, "This is the master of seduction we're talkin about, Ms. Oops, was that my pen." she leaned forward like her sister. Dick glanced as she sighed, "All jokes aside..." Ezra sipped her drink, "She deserves to know what love from someone who isn't us feels like."

"Ezra saying something nice about Yonnie? she must be dying." he laughed. Ezra punched him in the arm,

"Sorry, sorry..."

"The Copa was amazin." Yonah beamed brighter than the moon, "And serenaded by Sinatra." she gasped, "Magical." Frank chuckled, watching her eyes sparkle. He could help but love being the cause of it, "Didn't know you could dance, Jersey." he joked, "Neither did I, I mean you, I didn't take you as the dancin type." she giggled as he spun her around again, "Took lessons for the wedding when I was married." he shrugged,

"What happened..."

"Whadya mean."

"To your wife, not to pry," she asked as Frank took a shakey breath. Yonah took him by the hand, rubbing her thumb over his,

"If you don't wanna talk about it, it's okay-"

"She uh died, along with my kids." he sighed, "Daughter and a son." she could see the pain in his eyes as he talked about it. "Threw myself deep into my work after that..." She didn't mean to open wounds,

"I'm probably borin ya about my life, huh Jersey."

"No, not at all, My father, he uh lost someone dear." a lump in her throat, holding onto the sapphire necklace, "He threw himself into his work, and I threw myself deep into mine." the two walking as Frank listened, "I never really go out much like I use to, I just worry so much about everyone, and I try so hard to be like her, but I always feel like I-"

A hint of red wine lingered on her lips, knees going weak, soft lips on hers, eyes closing at the long-forgotten sensation.

"Sorry I cut you off-"

Hands gripping at his suit jacket, the feel of her pink lipstick on his lips, softer than the snowflakes falling into her hair,

The two felt warmer than the brisk air around them.

"Someone owes me 20 big ones," Dick whispered to Ezra, standing outside watching as their sister was sucking faces with Frank.

"I don't owe ya shit," she mumbled,

Pulling away, Frank kissed her forehead as she blushed, "Same time tomorrow?"

"S- Same time for what..."

"A meatball sub~" Dick and Ezra teased as she turned to hiss at them both.

"Ezra, Grayson," he nodded, watching as Ezra took a long drag of her Tareyton cigarette.

"Goodnight, Castle," Dick said, trying to sound like Bruce.

"Night, Jersey." he winked.

"Night, Mr. Butcherman." she swooned, walking towards the door. Looking back as Frank hummed the tune

That's Amore.

"So a kiss, huh..." Ezra nudged Yonah as she rolled her eyes. "How'd it happen." Elena asked as Frank shrugged, "It just happened." Yonah responded to Ezra,

"Was it a good or bad, was there tongue," Dick asked as Yonah playfully sighed,

"What I gotta know, Frankie..."

"It was..."

"Amazing," Yonah said in a giddy tone. Sitting by the fireplace as if she were Doris Day or Monroe.

"Did you take her to the Copa?"

"I did."

"And we danced." Yonah blushed, "All night until it closed." she felt like Cinderella wanting to twirl in joy in hopes he was her prince.

"All night?"

She's a big fan of Sinatra." he shrugged, trying to play it cool,

"Seems she a big fan of you, Frankie." another voice said, coming from the hallways. "Would love to meet her." standing by the kitchen wall was "Mikey..." Frank and Elena's youngest brother,

"Where have you been, you little bastard," Elena asked as he shrugged, a lit cigarette in his mouth,

"Had to run a few errands for ma, not to mention one for the Waynes."

"The Waynes... what do they need." Elena asked, "Nothing see in a few weeks the big bats comin' ta town to check on his daughters." he smiled, "He just wants a close eye on em until then." Frank rolled his eyes. He loved his brother. He did, but sometimes he was conniving little shit. "Well, can it wait until tomorrow? Frankie's in love again."

"You're joking, right..."

"I don't think I am." Yonah swooned.

"How many pounds of Salami again?" Curtis asked as Frank sighed, "2 pounds." Yonah said, her sister's white dress shirt tucked in her black stretch pants. "Two weeks, running the shop, and she's got it down," Curtis smirked as Frank chuckled,

"I wouldn't give Jersey that much credit." Frank glanced over at her, an apron of blood covering her watching her place the meat into the bag.

"Have a good wintah break Petah."

"Thanks, Ms. Yonah." he waved, leaving out the store. Yonah had offered to help volunteer during the day while Ezra and Dick prepared the bar for day drinkers and the upcoming events of the night.

"You can take the girl out of Jersey, but you can't take the jersey out of the girl."

"Russo..." she deadpanned

"Yonah," he scoffed, "I'd keep the pants and shirts to your sister,

"Whatdya want..." she leaned against the counter,

"An Italian sub for your sister." He smirked.

Yonah only gave him the middle finger.

"Money's a terrifying thing..." Michael said, sitting across from Dick, "But so is the bat." he responded, the two sharing a glass of scotch.

"So, what'dya need done, boss," he asked,

"Oh, I'm not the boss," Dick laughed at Michael's scrunched-up eyebrows. Ezra walked in, Michael pointing to her, "Oh, not her either. She's just the messenger." Dick shrugged,

"And a good one at that," Ezra smirked,

"Then who is he?" Michael asked, his foot rapidly tapping, "And where is he."

"Sorry, I'm late. I was helping Frankie with the lunch rush." Yonah smiled, rolling up her sleeves as she sat down.

"Keep it up. You'll end up married." Ezra smirked, "I know from experience." she cheesed as Yonah rolled her eyes, "You two are dating first off." Dick smirked. Michael watched in awe as Yonah then looked back at Michael,

"Can I get you anything..."

"Just waiting for the boss." he shrugged,

"That would be me, Yonah. Nice to meet you."

"Michael Castiglione ." he stuck his hand out. She had a firm handshake, brown eyes to get lost in, pink painted nails and-

"Jersey," he mumbled under his breath.

"So, how can I help you."

"It's more so. How can we help you,"

"Help me?" she looked at her brother as he nodded,

"We heard about the Falcone situation." Michael smirked as Yonah sighed, "I handled it, got one guy locked in a freezer until he cracks... or dies." she took a drink from her cup,

"As associates..."

"Associates, I thought The Justice League was..."

"They're his associates. They're our associates." Dick interjected.

"So, with that said, how can I help you, Ms. Fury?"

" See to it he... doesn't send any more of his men our way," she smirked,

"And if "He" does..."

"He'll have someone else to answer to." she shrugged, her expression darker as Michael nodded. He could see why his brother was fascinated by her. "Should I be worried?" Michael asked as Ezra and Dick both nodded, "She's not one to be crossed."

"I can speak for myself, thank you," she sighed, "Siblings, I tell you."

"I completely understand," he pushed a jet black curl aside, "Got two older ones, a pain in my ass." he laughed as she giggled, "Well, in honor of joining the family, we grant you our protection, and a partnership of this here lounge," Yonah said hands folded on her knees,

"We already have a partner-" Ezra froze as Yonah snapped her fingers at her,

"What do you say, Mr. Castiglione."

"We grant our protection, loyalty, and half ownership of our shop in Queens,"

"We've got a deal," Michael grinned,

"Nice doing business with you, partner." Yonah shook his hand, a good, firm grip, watching as she walked away.

"I think you should leave my girl alone."

"Says who..." Billy asked, hand near his holster. It was close to Midnight, and the boys had just finished locking up shop at Astoria's. "Wasn't talkin to you." grey eyes peering from the shadows, "Was talkin to him." gun pointed at Frank, "Who's your girl, kid? "Curtis asked, already ready to aim fire and shoot. "That's between him and-"

BANG!

A bullet in his knee cap, "You talk too damn much-" Frank sighed as both Curtis and Billy looked up at Frank, "You're going to pay for-"

BANG!

"GET EM NOW, BOYS!" He shouted. They were surrounded and outnumbered, but that didn't worry them before. Frank reloaded his gun, Billy had his switchblade, and Curtis had his suppressor. What was supposed to be an innocent night on the town became a blood bath, as men lay there covered in their blood, laying in the alleyway laid Frank and Billy, a few dents and digs that, with the right kind of care, would be gone.

"Sure you don't wanna find Temple,"

"We'll bleed out before we make it to Harlem." Billy sassed.

"I'd be okay with that," Curtis mumbled,

"Does Liberman know-

"Out with his wife... Just get in the car. I know a place in Midtown." Frank grumbled, limping.

"You two comin or what."

"Pin curls..." Ezra sighed, watching her sister set her hair.

"What's wrong with pin curls."

"They're old..."

"They're classic..."

"Have you tried? I don't know ratting your hair." Dick asked, "All the women are doing it." he mumbled as Ezra sat her down,

"I don't need to-"

"It's time you be your own person," Ezra smirked at a can of hair spray and a teasing comb. Yonah grumbled and groaned much like her father would as Ezra worked her magic on her sister's head, a beehive ponytail,

"Well, do you like it?"

"I don't-"

Ding!

Rushing to cover up her nightgown, Yonah ran to the door, dagger in her garter belt. Through the peephole, it was Billy and "Frank..." the two were bloody and bruised like dropped peaches on the ground. As she opened the door, she could see her sister's heart sink at the look of Billy. Rushing to his side, Yonah rolled her eyes at the action.

"You look ..."

"Like shit..." Frank finished her sentence, his eyes admiring the view.

"I was going to say like you need medical attention." she huffed, Who did this to you."

"I'm fine..."

"Didn't ask how you look," Dick went to get her sewing kit. "I'm-"

"Billy, what happened..." Ezra asked, sewing him up in the middle of the kitchen, "A few punks started a fight. We finished em off." he shrugged as Yonah laughed, guiding Frank to the bathroom,

"Isn't that just sexy?" Ezra swooned.

"Guess I'm not sleeping tonight." Yonah jokingly sighed.

"You can sleep at my place." he looked at her as she wiped the dried-up blood off his face, the alcohol burning as he tried not to flinch.

"I don't want to intrude."

"Ouch..."

"Did I hurt you?" she asked, generally worried,

"No." he shrugged.

"Good cause that was still the cloth," she joked, straddling his waist so she could start sewing on him. "You poor baby." she rubbed circles on his cheek. He was baffled by her actions, the way she sat on his lap as if it were a throne, her voice calling him baby. Frank was sick on love, and she was the cause. The needle pierced into his skin. "On second thought, does the offer still stand," she asked as he laughed, heart, skipping a beat.

"Of course, Sweetheart."

"I think you're all cleaned up," she trailed off, seeing blood on his shirt, a deep sigh leaving her lips. It must have been how her mother felt fixing Bruce from every damn fight he got into,

"What's wrong."

"Your shirt..." Frank looked down as Yonah got up from straddling him, "If you want me to take it off, just ask." from any guy, this would have been a shit-eating smirk Yonah, but to her, it might have been the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen.

"Please..." she coughed, "So you don't uh die..." she turned her back so he could have some privacy,

"You don't have to-"

"No, no, it's fine, ladies, never." she turned back to face Frank, "Peak..." she was silent, absolutely gob-smacked. He had a body fit for the motion pictures. He was better than any James Dean or the rest of that lot.

"You alright over there, Jersey."

"Mhmm, fine." she blushed, "Re-threading the needle."

"The one with thread in it." she looked down as she sighed, "Reasons I don't have a medical degree." Frank laughed at her joke. Getting closer to him, she realized the angle she'd be in to sew him would be awkward unless she made it that way. But then again, they did kiss, and they'd been growing closer to each other.

She just needed to say it.

"Look, for you to not bleed on my marble floors, I'm gonna have to be between your legs, so don't get any funny ideas," she said as Frank shrugged,

"Wasn't gonna."

Yonah had her hand on his thigh to steady herself. The other sewing up the cuts, "So who was this fight with..." she asked. She knew some of those marks. She had a few herself.

"Some punk from Gotham." he shrugged, "Taught him a lesson, though,"

"Did you happen to catch his name?" she asked

"Carlo or something." her hand froze. Was he the one sending his grandfather's goons to the bar or having them follow her and her sister back home?

"Jersey... you okay."

"Mhmm, I uh, just need to fix this one stitch and-" leaning close as she tightened up the stitch, her head focused down, Frank's head knocked back, trying not to growl from the pain.

"Aye, Frankie, I'm stayin...here... tonight-"

"Oh my God, Yonah, I didn't think you'd be into that."

Both Frank and Yonah popped their heads back at the bathroom door as Billy and Ezra stood smirking at the two.

"We weren't..." her face turning red, "I was fixin him up."

"So was your sister. She fixed me up very well..." He kissed Ezra, hands on her waist as Frank and Yonah rolled their eyes.

"Will you two fuck off!" She growled as Frank's eyes grew a bit wide. He never wanted to kiss someone so badly for the way that Billy cowered in fear and left. Adding the last stitch, Yonah handed him his shirt as she took a deep breath.

"I'll uh go get changed." she smiled. It was just a sleepover with her friend, who she's kissed, seen shirtless, the same friend who saw her covered in a pink lace nightgown. If Matt knew about this, he'd have joked about how far from heaven she was.

"Ez tell Dick I'll be back tomorrow,"

"Where you going..." Ezra asked, wrapped in her robe.

"Business," she said, taking her keys and a suitcase with her.

"You ready,"

Frank's place wasn't too shabby. It was just enough space for him and his siblings when they occasionally popped in. But it was cozy, warm, and comfy enough for Yonah to have already made herself home on his couch. "Nice place you got here." she smiled at him,

"It ain't fancy like yours."

"Doesn't need to be." her eyes drifted to a picture, and she smiled as she got closer, "That's Maria and my kids Lisa and Frank jr." he sighed,

"You had a beautiful family, Frank." she smiled, "She looked like she didn't take any of your shit." Yonah chuckled as he laughed, "She could hit hard like the big boys, but she was a sweetheart." he smirked, "She was mine." he looked down at her, brown eyes looking into her blue-green ones. Yonah then put her finger on her locket. She hadn't worn it much, but it still meant so much to her,

"You got a sweetheart, huh."

"Oh me, no..." a picture of her mother inside it. Frank was in awe. She was just as beautiful as Yonah, with gentle eyes and a smile that wore off on her daughter,

"She must have meant a lot to you."

"I could say the same to you about Maria." she then stretched, "I should uh washup." she walked off,

"Dick, can you get lost..." Ezra asked. Dick sighed, standing at the door as his sister hid behind the door, "Kinda can't... brought someone with me." he mentioned, "Tell them to fuck off..."

"You heard her, Brucie." Dick sighed.

"B-Bru...Daddy!?!"

Bruce only stood at the door as he groaned. Ezra didn't know what to do with Billy in the bedroom and clothes scattered. She was the most indecent ever.

"Uh oh..." Billy gulped.

"Where's your sister..." Bruce only asked,

"She's out..."

"With who..."

"Frank!" Yonah laughed, sitting on the countertop, Johnny Cash playing on his record player as she watched him cook, "What you asked," he smirked, taking her hand and kissing it. "You're a real wild card." she playfully shoved him. "What about you." bringing the sauce spoon to her mouth, "I've never done anything wild." she nodded, "I don't believe that." he joked as she furrowed her brows, "There's still Doris Day's in the world of Betty Pages." she rolled her eyes,

"Even Doris did somethin." he teased,

"Alright, alright." she cracked, "I once did the backseat bingo at the passion pit...I was young. I didn't know better..." she blushed, the straps of her nightgown hanging off her shoulders.

"Attagirl," Yonah smirked, biting her bottom lip,

"Oh, hush."

"Embarrassed?" he smirked back, leaning in closer,

"I've done things that could make Mary Magdalene blush."

"Prove..." Yonah kissed him hard, her hand tucked in his thick curls, teeth grazing his bottom lip as she slowly pulled away, "it..." Frank finished his sentence a bit breathless. "Make me..." she whispered against his lips. There it was, her seductive side kicking in, the side that wanted to pounce and attack, but she couldn't. After all, he opened his doors to her. Frank pinned her against the cabinets, his hand under her chin, bringing her lips to his. The kiss was sweet at first, shy, tempting, and wanting. Different than their kiss back from the Copa. Yonah could taste the dry iron from the cut on his lip as Frank could taste the lingering traces of vodka and lemonade.

"You don't have to worry..." Yonah pulled away.

"About what."

"Hurting me, I can take it." batting her eyelashes at him.

"In that case." wrapping his hand around her ponytail. He gave it a rough tug watching as her head fell back, revealing her neck that needed every type of hickey and bite mark that Frank could think of,

Yonah shivered at the feel of his tongue licking down her neck. The bites and nips on her skin slowly started to fire her fury, "More..." her voice breathy and light, different from how she was just a minute ago, demanding and in control. Frank only laughed, seeing her eyes cloudy with lust so fast, he had to have her now, and he was going to. Pulling him back into a kiss, Yonah snaked her arm around his neck as she bit his lip, causing a sharp groan to escape him. Her tongue wrapped around his, sucking on the muscle giving him an idea of what else Yonah would be good a sucking; wrapping her leg around his waist almost made him want to take her right then and there, but he wanted to have her work for it, see what she would do and how she'd do it. His hands crept closer to where she wanted them, hoping he could feel just how much she needed him,

"Now, sweetheart,"

"Hmm..."

"Are you sure about this?"

"Mhmm..." Yonah nodded, already drunk off his touch,

"Use your words, princess."

"Yes."

"Yes, what." Frank leaned in close. He swore he heard her breath hitch.

"Yes, sir."

"Attagirl," Frank smirked, slowly sliding his finger inside her, Yonah's head nearly hitting the back of the cabinet door. Yonah was squelching wet to the point she was oozing. If this was what a kiss could do, he could imagine how wet she'd be when he got fired up. Frank plunged another finger inside her slippery cavern as her back began to arch, her breathing becoming choppy the more he'd thrust them in and out of her.

"St- ah Stop teasin m- fuck me!"

"If you don't like my teasin, why're moanin." Frank whispered in her ear, "B-BecAUSE!" she was close to coming on his fingers, and he knew from the agonizing squeeze she had on them, "Words doll face." another quick thrust of his fingers,

"I-I!"

"Hmm." he pulled her off the counter, "Might wanna hold on." Yonah nodded as he sat between her legs, removing her panties with his teeth. His tongue licked between her wet folds as her knees buckled, he hadn't even begun, and she was already weak. He could hear her whimpering and moaning at every swirl of his tongue on her sensitive bud, she was yearning for him, and he loved it,

"You okay up there..."

Yonah only let out a shaky moan as he kissed her thighs,

"Take that as a yes." he winked, eating her like a man starving for his last meal. Yonah couldn't take it anymore. She was holding on by a thread, legs shaking, toes curling her hands, tugging his hair.

"I know you got it in you." he cooed, plunging his tongue inside her as her eyes rolled to the back of her head, "Yes...yes... YES!" her breathing heavy as he licked up her sweet taste, if Frank had to he'd die happily under her just like this.

"You got one more in you?" he asked as Yonah gave him a quick peck on the lips. Scooping her up in his arms, he carried her to his bedroom and placed her on the bed, "I think I have a few more." she gasped as she watched Frank unbutton his shirt. Although it wasn't like she hadn't already seen him like this before, it wasn't like she didn't just patch him up. "Y'wanna help me here." his hands tugging at his belt as she stopped and stared at him, "C'mere pretty girl." and just like that, she was under his spell, unzipping his dress slacks, her eyes big and round,

"You want it... S'yours." he kissed her forehead.

"I should. After all, you gave me-"

"You don't got to if you don't want to." he rubbed her cheek, "Just for that, I have to." she winked at him, Frank laughed, bending down to kiss her,

"Jesus Christ, Jersey."

"I can guarantee this is going to be the best you ever had," she smirked, pulling down his boxers. He was a good size, girthy, enough to hit the back of her throat. The touch of her gentle hand pumping his cock sent electric sparks through him. If Yonah continued going, he might have burst right then and there. Her fingers were magic alone, but so was her tongue. It was as if she knew where he needed her the most. Frank wanted to be gentle. He wanted to savor the moment, but when Yonah hollowed her cheeks and nearly had him halfway down her throat, he couldn't help but let his primal side show. Grunts and groans left his ever-so-soft lips as Yonah hummed, the vibrations sending him over the edge. She could tell he was close from the way his hips began to sputter and thrust into her mouth, the way that he said. "Fuck baby girl, y'doin so good." the rasp in his voice went to shit as his voice was breathy and wanting. Yonah could feel him rutting into her mouth, bits of drool dripping from her plump pink lipstick lips. Ropes of cum on her tongue as he reluctantly pulled away.

"Swallow all of it."

"Already did." Yonah smirked, "You sound cute when you're whiny and whimperin." Frank growled, giving her ass a little spank as she gasped,

"You into that, sweetheart."

"No..."

He spanked her again as she moaned, "Thought so." he chuckled. It was his turn to make her feel like she was the only woman in the world. Kissing her neck, his hands found their way under her nightgown and to her breast, giving them a good squeeze as her head fell back on his shoulder. His touch alone could send her over the edge, and he was impressed by it. He loved how her legs squeezed when he pulled on her nipple, how she'd whine for more when he'd lick down her neck, or just how weak she got when Frank would whisper "Attagirl." in her ear. Yonah wanted, no needed him in every possible way given. She needed to feel him throbbing inside her now. "Somethin on your mind."

"I need you," she murmured.

"In what way." He turned to look at her.

"Every way." she yelped at the feeling of his finger. Yonah was soaking wet, making him drunk off lust. "C'mere." he pinned her down to the mattress, dark curls sprawled out on his pillow. She was beautiful under him like this, laying there without anything on. He could stay like this forever, "Tell me if it hurts."

"I can take the stretchin," she smirked,

"I'm serious."

"Alright, alright, I will." tracing the worry lines on his forehead, "You worry about me a lot, don't you." she asked as Frank traced the sensitive scar under her breast, "Damn right, I do," he said, heart beating fast, was this love or lust, adoration, or admiration,

"You sure about this."

"I'm very sure." Yonah cradled his face. Frank nodded, slowly sliding into her, fingernails digging into his back. "Breathe."

"Try-Trying to." Yonah's nose scrunched up at the sting, sure, it was a slight twinge of pain, but it had been a while since she last felt it and the first time she liked it. Being a honeypot wasn't easy. It was just meaningless nights of sex and information or used at times. "You can move now," she whispered. His thrust was slow at first, not wanting to overwhelm her too much, but, oh, did Yonah ache for him to go faster to unleash every bit of stress he had,

"You look bored..."

"No... I'm -" he glanced at her as she cracked, "Well..." she gasped a little, "Could we..." Frank stopped, paying attention to her and what she wanted to say, "Go faster." an ounce of relief dropped. He thought maybe he had done something wrong or hurt her,

"Thought you'd never ask." Animalistic guttural grunts and moans filled the room. "Fuck! Right there!" Yonah shrieked. Hours passed as the sun was slowly kissing the sky. Yonah's hands were on top of Frank's chest as he guided her hips, his other large hand softly on her throat, "Fuck... Yonah... You doing s'good for me." he panted, the two both getting close, watching her sink her hips back on him was heaven sent with the sun shining on her skin, she was heaven sent, and she was his.

"Attagirl, there you go." he moaned out, "Be a good girl an cum for me," Frank commanded, a high pitch scream leaving her lips as he rutted into her faster, chasing both his and her final moment.

"FRANK FUCK, I LOVE YOU," she shouted. Frank pulled her in for a fiery kiss. Bodies pressed together. "I love you too, Yonah," he mumbled under a whisper so only he could hear it. Pulling out of her, he watched the mess they created spill out as the two laughed,

"Shit... "

"Don't worry, I'm on the pill." she shrugged, "I'll go draw us a bath and-" she tried to get up as her legs were weak, and she'd still been on the bed. "Allow me." Frank scooped her up in his arms,

"So what about the lounge and the shop..." she asked

"Eh, they'll manage." he kissed her forehead.

"It's close to noon..." Bruce said, looking between the three of them, "Your sister still isn't here..." Dick gulped, trying to think of a lie as both Ezra and Billy became squeamish to his gaze, "She's runnin a couple of errands, and she'll be back." Billy shouted as they waited for Bruce's reaction. "She'll be back by tonight." Ezra pitched in, fumbling over the fabric of her sleeves.

"Then I'll be here until she does."

"Shit... aye Russo... why'd don't call you to know who and..."

"And what," Billy whispered as Dick glanced at him,

"Got it."

"You really gotta start takin care of yourself." Frank sighed, knowing he was talking about himself using Yonah as a façade. "I do... it's just in between. I'm taking care of the family business. And stepping in the role for my mother and-" Frank glanced at her as she looked back at him. "Her death ain't your fault, sweetheart..." massaging her scalp as soap bubbles surrounded them. "Their death ain't your fault either," she said, shuttering from the massage.

"I coulda prevented it..." he sighed, "If I just..."

"I know how you feel... I was sixteen when my mother died. With so much responsibility and taking care of my brothers and my wayward sister, and bad lovers and-"

"C'mere, let me hold you." her head laying on his chest,

"When we get out of this tub, i'm going to hold you too," she mumbled. Feeling nice and cozy, Yonah didn't want to leave. She wanted to stay like this, with Frank forever. "Thank you." Frank mouthed.

RING

"Jesus Christ, Frank, will you answer your phone!" Michael grumbled, walking around his apartment. A groan left his lips. Yonah and Frank jolted up out of the tub from the sound of the voice. Frank grabbed a gun he hid under a tile. Yonah took a switchblade out from under her slipper.

"What can I say? I'm a badass." she winked, the two in robes. "Francis, this is import-" a gun and knife pointed in his direction, "Tant..."

"Mikey..." Frank sighed, "Couldda knocked.

"I wish I did," he said, trying to focus on Frank,

"Ms. Wayne." he nodded in her direction.

"Mr. Castiglione." she covered up,

"You two know each other..." Frank asked, setting his gun down,

"Could ask you the same thing." she sassed.

"This is my brother Francis Castiglione." Michael smiled, "Francis, this is Yonah Shanel Wayne."

"You're the..." Yonah stood there in shock. She didn't know how to feel or what to do. Was she embarrassed, or did she think he'd think differently of her?

"And you're the honeypot they call Pink Fury." she couldn't tell if he was okay with it or heartbroken or- "Was that back there all an act, sweetheart or-"

"Ms. Wayne, your fathers on the phone."

"Frank I-"

"It's urgent..."

"Hello, father..." grumbled under her breath,

"Where are you..."

"I'm with my associates." she deadpanned, watching as Frank walked off, "I'll be there as fast as I can..." she hung up wanting to go to him, wanting to tell him that Yonah loved him, that she-

"We'll meet you there," Michael said as she nodded,

"You're late..." Dick whispered. Walking quickly into the backroom. Sitting at her desk was Bruce, who had Tim, and Jason by his side with his baseball bat, Ezra had her knife pulled out, and tied to the chair interrogated was "Carlo..." Yonah froze, a lump of anxiety in her throat.

Her hands started to shake.

She couldn't speak.

She couldn't breathe.

Yonah needed to hide.

She needed to be brave.

She needed to reclaim her sanity.

"Everyone out..." she snapped her fingers,

"Yonah, are you sure..."

"OUT!" she commanded, sitting on her desk. She looked over at Carlo. That grin that once gave her butterflies now made the acid in her stomach boil,

"So you messin with that stunad..." Carlo laughed, "Thought you were better than that." he chuckled, touching her cheek like he used to, shocked that she smacked his hand away.

"Why are you here... in my territory..."

"Your territory... please, this belongs to Murdock... The devil of Hell's Kitchen, he only let you hear because." a gash on his cheek, blood trickling down, "You bitch..." his hands wrapped around her throat, Manicured fingers searching for the gun that Ezra gifted her. "You no good Bitch." he growled. He could feel the pressure of iron against his head as he laughed, the ivory handle in her hand felt foreign, but it felt good,

"This is for all you did to me..."

"Yonah, remembering it wrong... You hurt me remember? " Carlo asked, "You abused me. I never hit you, I never did no such thing, now Sionis might've but me I loved you," he unwrapped his hands from her throat,

"Sionis was at least apologetic." her hands unsteady with the gun,

"Next, you'll say that asshole who shot me loves you too."

"Frank..." she whispered, "What did you try to do to him..."

"The same thing my Grandfather successfully did to your mother."

Suddenly Yonah was transported back to January 7th, 1956, poodle curls atop her hair, dressed in a black pencil dress as her father was stone-faced, her sister crying over her shoulder, her brothers silently sobbing,

Yonah couldn't look away as they lowered her mother's casket. She knew she had a mission to fulfill, and Yonah wouldn't stop. "She's buried next to grandma and grandpa," Ezra said, trying to comfort her sister. Yonah only walked past her as she laughed,

"Alfred..."

"Yes, Ms. Wayne..."

"I need you to train me."

A fire in her eyes as she spun Carlo into her desk, hand fisting his hair, banging it against her desk, the other hand pressing the gun to his head. She wanted him to feel the same fear she once felt to see every ounce of life left, to have his brains spilled the same way her mothers did.

"You wouldn't..."

"Fucking try me..."

"Think of your daddy and his no-kill poli-"

THWACK

Bashing his head in again.

"That's really all you got, huh." he laughed, "Can't you be more controlling, more aggressive, more-"

BANG!

The bullet was heard around New York, "Yonah..." Bruce said. He didn't want to go in there for fear Yonah might have been hurt or worse. But there was Frank, pushing past everyone to get to that door. All he could see was her, not the blood, not Carlo. Frank shot to make sure he'd stay dead. He only had eyes on her. Dropping the gun by her foot, Yonah ran into his arms, shivering like a wet cat, "I'm sorry... I'm sorry," she kept muttering, hot tears into his shirt,

"You didn't do anything wrong," he stated, picking her up as she buried her head in his chest.

"Yonah, you're alright..." everyone was saying, surrounding her and asking if she was okay,

"I can't breathe..."

"Why can't I breathe..." her heart racing as if she could barely stand the beat of it drumming in her ears. Chills ran down her spine. She felt like she'd faint if one more person touched her,

"Give her some space," Matt said,

"Is she okay?" Ezra asked

"What's happening to her."

" An episode..." Dick mumbled,

Bruce raced over to his daughter as Frank backed away, "Russo water, Ezra table cloth, Tim, lock the doors. We're closed." he commanded, watching as they all scattered around to help,

"Five things you can see."

"Y-you... table... B-bar, Jason, Curtis." her breathing a bit steady,

"Good four things you can hear."

"Lights, uh... uh voices." she shivered,

"Give me two more."

"Footsteps, rain..."

"Good, three things you can touch."

"Floor, table, chair." she was getting better with her fast responses.

"Two things you can smell."

"Ezra's perfume, food..."

"One thing you can taste." Yonah blushed as Bruce glanced at her, confused to what she might say.

"Frank," she mumbled. Bruce helped her up as she hugged him. He hugged back.

"I'm sorry."

"About," Ezra asked,

"Our argument." He took the cloth from her, placing it over Yonah, "You managed very well, Ms. Enchantress... or should I say Fury." he winked as Yonah blushed a bit.

"You heard..."

"I know everything."

"I told him everything," Michael mumbled. Dick gave Yonah some water. While Frank stood next to her,

"You uh feeling better, Jersey..." he asked.

"Yeah..." she nodded, "Can we have some alone time, please..." Yonah asked as everyone responded, shaking their heads and sitting down.

"Look about earlier..."

"Frank, I am in love with you, like I'd make you Pasta Fazioli and-" he kissed her again,

"I uh..."

"I love you too." he chuckled. Frank finally said it out loud, and it wasn't as scary as he thought,

"That's cute... But, uh, the real question..." Tim asked, tapping his fingers, "Who's going to be dad's underboss." Bruce looked between his children, sipping his scotch as he took a deep breath,

"Well..."

"Tell us..."

"It has to be me."

"I'm your first son."

"It's Alfred." Bruce shrugged.

"ALFRED!" they all shouted.

"Tim, you're not ready. Jason, you have The Outlaws. Dick, you're here. Ezra, you're here, and Yonah, you don't need me telling you what to do anymore." he smiled, "You've already got everything under control here." he raised his glass, "I just hope you're dependable as an associate."

"Of course." she nodded,

"Oh, and Frank..."

"Sir..."

"Hope to see you Christmas..."

#frank castle #billy russo #Matt Murdock #Tim Drake #Jason Todd #dick grayson #bruce wayne #ezra wayne #yonah shanel wayne #mafia au #1960s au #nmcu fanfic #marvel fanfic #curtis hoyle #dc fanfic #oc x canon #oc x frank castle #oc x billy russo #jesus alot of tags

15 notes · View notes

alsjeblieft-zeg · 1 year

Text

254 of 2023

A Achievements:

I came back to my work after brain incident, kept the same job for the last 9 years, got the university degree, got married.

Age:

I’m still 32, about to be 33 next month.

Are you planning something right now?

No, I came back home, it’s evening.

Arizona or Alaska:

I don’t care about the US.

B Birthdate:

1990.

Build:

My body? I’m long and narrow. Kinda slender.

Babies, do you have any?

Do our cats count as babies?

Blonde or Brunette:

I have dark hair, but shit happens.

C Childhood sweetheart:

I didn’t have any.

Current mood:

Content, but a bit tired.

Children, are there more in your future?

There are none in my furure, past and present.

Coke or Pepsi:

Coke, but I honestly can’t taste the difference.

D Dad’s name:

Stefaan.

Dating anyone:

I’m married.

Do you plan on having lots of money?

WTF. I’m happy with what I have and proud to be (upper) working class.

Dogs or cats:

Miauwtjes. I’m definitely a cats person.

E Elementary School:

Lombardsijde.

Eye color:

Grey.

Ever going to China?

Why would I?

Early or Late:

Early.

F First Crush:

Probably Jay, but I’m not sure anymore.

Fears:

Death, failure, losing.

Future goals:

To be happy and healthy.

Funny or Serious:

You’d better know when it’s time to be funny and when it’s time to be serious. It’s called emotional maturity.

G Grandparent’s names:

Sofie, Joris, Stephanie and Johan.

GPA:

Belgium doesn’t do GPA. We have percentage scores here.

Going anywhere this weekend?

I go somewhere almost every day.

Giver or Taker:

I’m more of a giver, if that’s the question.

H High School:

Our education system doesn’t work like that.

Hair color:

Brown.

Hate anyone for life?

Nope, it’s stupid.

Hairspray or Gel:

Hair wax.

I In 8th grade, who was your best friend?

Our education system is entirely different.

Is ignorance bliss?

No, ignorance hurts others.

Is there anything you wanna share?

I’m sleepy and I’m saving a back up from my phone.

Ice Cream or Cake:

No, thanks.

J Jumped rope for fun:

...and?

Junk around you right now?

I don’t know how about you, but I keep my space fairly clean.

Joining anything anytime soon?

No? Weird question.

January or July:

July, the best month of a year, together with June.

K Killed anyone:

This question is so dumb I’m not even gonna answer it.

Keeping a secret?

Doesn’t everyone in some way?

Kicking someone off your top friends today?

Lolwut?

Kiwi or Apple:

Neither.

L Lost anyone close to you:

Yes, my beloved grandma died of lung cancer 12 years ago.

Last kiss, when and who:

An hour ago, my husband.

List 3 people that you’ll love forever:

My parents and my sister.

Lover or Fighter:

Both, in some sense.

M Middle School:

Our education system doesn’t work like that.

Marital Status:

Married.

Mom’s name:

Ellen.

Music or TV:

Music.

N Northernmost state you’ve been to:

I’ve never been to any state.

Nickname:

Jelle.

Name your future boy and girl:

No children, thanks.

Naughty or Nice:

I don’t really understand what this choice is about.

O Opened a piece of mail that wasn’t yours?

No, it’s awful.

Occupation:

Rail electrician.

Owe anyone money:

Not that I know of.

Outgoing or Shy:

Why are these always put together?

P Place you most want to be?

My hometown.

Purposely destroyed someone’s life?

What kind of person are you? This is disgusting.

Planning a major trip?

To my parents soon, I hope.

Pink or Black?

Black, but sometimes it goes well with pink.

Q Quit a class:

Once or twice.

Quickly…the first word to come to mind:

Godverdomme.

Quitting your job soon?

Why would I quit a job I love and I’m very good at?

Quiet or Loud:

Quiet.

R Riding in an airplane:

What about it?

Ride, tell me about yours:

I take trains every day.

Running for any political office in the future?

You kidding me. I’m not even remotely interested.

Rain or Snow:

Neither, omg. I’m sick of rain already.

S Siblings names and ages:

Julie, 28.

Shoe size:

European, it varies between 41 and 43, depending on the brand.

Shave daily?

Every other day, to be precise. I’d rather have a smooth face than show my stupid facial hair.

Shower or Bath:

Shower, it’s quicker.

T Turning 21 was (will be):

21 isn’t any milestone in Europe.

Texas, ever been?

No, never been to the US.

Think you’ll live to be 100?

I’m not overthinking it.

Tame or Wild:

In between.

U Unique quality about you:

My handwriting.

Underwear on?

No. You asked for it.

Under your bed lies:

Travel suitcases.

Under or Over:

WTF is this question about?

V Virgin?

No, I’m not.

Vacation time left?

It’s barely April.

Voting in the next Presidential election?

Lol I live in a kingdom.

Volleyball or Swimming:

Neither.

W Went white water rafting?

What is that even?

Wearing right now:

Black hoodie, black wide leg trousers, black platform boots.

Write a sentence about you:

Mijn naam is Joeri en ik hou van jullie allemaal.

West Coast or East Coast:

I’m European.

X X-Rays in the past month:

None.

X-Mas plans:

Visiting my parents.

X, does it mark the spot?

...what?

X-Tina or Britney?

I couldn’t care less.

Y You lost “it” when?

With consent, at the age of 24. Without consent, at the age of 12. This is the reason of all my self-disgust.

Your favorite song:

Shared it in many surveys already.

Your favorite place on Earth:

Middelkerke <3

Yes or No:

Yes, but no.

Z Zodiac Sign:

Taurus.

Zodiac Sign:

You didn’t hear well enough?

Zippos are neat, agree?

What are they even?

Zoo or Circus:

Neither.

#survey #q&a survey #categorised survey

0 notes

strawbabycowboy · 3 years

Text

look at me go, sendin important emails n doing my assignments n degree planning

#I’m only relaxed bc it hasn’t settled in that I have to research my paper and start writing #to be done by Monday 26th #then I have another paper #but it’s okAY because I have literally nothing else to worry about #like I’m finishing my Independent study to turn in rn #but the degree planning n shit gonna kill me #like fr fr #my spanish certificate is blowing up in my face rn lol have to take so many replacement classes bc the specific ones they have on the flyer #arent offered 🤡 like why give me hope of taking translation classes when u don’t even actually offer them 🗣🗣🗣🗣🤡🤡🤡#personal

0 notes

thisisasupergoodidea · 3 years

Text

this year is so fucked up its actually unfathomable

#can we get ONE MONTH to just BREATHE #listen. i didnt know how i was gonna get through 4 years of trump but im here now and the possibility of having to do it again is....#i cant. like thats just the end of it. is i cant do it. the fact that its so close to being a possibility is fucking mind boggling #i will have to turn my entire self all the way off and autopilot through the next 4 years in a walking coma if trump gets re-elected #i will have to SURVIVE him and the mess he leaves behind as his legacy. if the stress doesnt kill me. if covid doesnt kill me #if civil unrest doesnt kill me...#i have no plan. for anything but especially not for this. i have no safety net and no future lined up #i think i was born to be a casualty. i was born to experience stress until i die #im sure some would say thats true of all people bc stress isnt rly avoidable. and i know thats true but did it HAVE to be to this degree??#believe me i fully anticipate that we will have to survive biden as well to some extent if he wins. hes just shit from a different animal #im nervous. sorry for ranting. im really really nervous about everything thats about to happen #and if the anxiety was gonna kill me i wish it would do it faster #i talk about life n stuff

4 notes · View notes

fear-of-flyers · 2 years

Text

enough to last a lifetime (part 1)

Owen Power x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: pregnancy, a little angst, swear words (if there's anything else please tell me!)

Shit. I’m only 19 and I definitely am not ready for a child. Oh my god Owen’s gonna kill me, he just got drafted and he has his whole career ahead of him, fuck I’m screwed. You know what, calm down. I haven’t even gotten a test yet, maybe I’m not pregnant and the fact that my period is 2 weeks late is just a fun coincidence! Yeah, that’s definitely it. Perfect.

These were the thoughts that ran through your head as you walked from your dorm to the campus CVS to buy a pregnancy test. And despite trying to see the best in things you knew that this wasn��t just some fun coincidence and that you are definitely pregnant. At least you knew who the dad was?

You had been dating Owen for almost 3 years, meeting in your junior year of high school after your family moved from Boston for your dad’s job. You were attached at the hip and neither of you could imagine life without the other. You surprised him with your acceptance to UMich, the both of you mentally preparing for at least 4 years of long-distance as you finished out your degree wherever you ended up. But, after touring the school with him you loved the campus, applying for their education program, and telling him the news after the last hockey game of his senior season. The point is, you couldn’t imagine life without him and were definitely nervous about his reaction if you did end up being pregnant.

When you finally got to the store you thanked the gods that it was empty and that you didn’t know the cashier. You walked right to the ‘family planning’ aisle and past the condoms you probably should have used (wrap it before you tap it besties), to look for the cheapest tests you could find. After grabbing those you get yourself a pint of Ben & Jerry’s (to cry into after Owen inevitably leaves) and head to the checkout. The cashier, thankfully, minds their own business and you are soon out and heading back to your dorm, hoping that you didn’t see anyone you knew.

Finally arriving back at your dorm you were grateful to have an attached bathroom, knowing you would rather die than take a pregnancy test in a communal restroom. Accepting your fate you lock yourself in the bathroom, knowing that your roommate had class for the next hour you couldn’t avoid it any longer. It was time to pee on a stick. You did just that, placing the test facedown on the counter and sliding down onto the floor as you set yourself a five-minute timer. With that done, you couldn’t avoid thinking about the situation you were in, panic rising at the thought of being pregnant and in college. Two minutes left on the timer and you were fully panicking, tears streaming down your face as you hyperventilated. On instinct you reached for your phone to call Owen, sobbing harder when you realized that that wasn’t an option.

Your next option was Luke, the two of you becoming super close as the year went on, and you called him praying that he would answer and wasn’t with the boys. “Y/n? Hey? Y/n are you there?” Luke said, picking up on the second ring. Calming your breathing down you answered “Yeah, I’m here. Can you come over please?” Clocking the fact that you were crying Luke quickly rushed to pack up his studying and asked “Are you okay? Should I call Owen? Should I call 911?” That made you laugh, reassuring your choice, and you took a minute to check the timer before answering. “Kind of, please no, and absolutely not.” You said before summarizing the current predicaments. “I think I’m pregnant and I’m taking a test and Owen is going to leave me and I just need someone here.” At that, the line went silent and your heart sunk. If Luke wasn’t gonna be able to help who would you have? You didn’t want to be alone right now and even that was falling through.

On the other end of the line, Luke finally realized that he fell silent and that even though he was literally outside of your dorm building you probably needed reassurance. “Shit, sorry I’m here. Like literally, and figuratively too. The point is I’m outside and you aren’t alone, or won’t be alone? Someone let me in I’m coming up I-” Your laughing suddenly cut off his rambling “I’m in the bathroom in my suite, please come right in. Oh! Grab the ice cream and two spoons on your way in.” You said, grateful for Luke making you laugh even if it wasn’t on purpose. “Okay, I’m outside your suite so I’m gonna hang up,” Luke says and you hear a door open and close followed by shuffling in the kitchen and footsteps before the bathroom door finally opened, the weight of silence settling in.

“Well? Are you?” Luke says, placing the ice cream on the floor before sliding to sit next to you. You shrug your shoulders, looking up at the test before saying “I wanted to wait until you got here. Can you look first please?” Luke nods, reaching for the test and turning himself a little bit away from you, ensuring that you wouldn’t see it before him. After looking at it he realized that he had no clue how to read a pregnancy test and grabbed the box, comparing the examples to your test. “Well, Y/n, there are definitely two lines,” Luke says, handing the test over and moving back next to you. As you look at the test and let reality sink in Luke reaches over to grab the ice cream certain that it’s the next move. That’s proven slightly wrong when you suddenly break out into a fresh round of tears. Luke puts the pint down, wraps his arms around you, and pulls you into his side.

This is the position you still find yourself in 45 minutes later, ice cream back in the freezer thanks to your roommate’s class ending early, the two of you half asleep. Having fully calmed down you unfolded yourself from Luke’s arms and declared it nap time. You hugged Luke goodbye and promised to tell Owen soon then cleaned up the bathroom (and hiding the test) before crawling into bed to sleep forever.

You finally woke up 8 hours later, at around 10 p.m., to banging on the door and your phone buzzing like crazy. “Y/n? Y/n are you in there? Luke said you were here. Are you okay?” You recognized the voice as Kent’s, wondering why Owen wasn’t there himself. “I’m here gimme a second. I’m fine Kent.” You yelled back, grabbing your phone and walking over to open your door. “Hey, sorry I was asleep. Is everything okay?” You ask, swinging the door open and almost hitting Kent in the process. “Is everything okay? Yeah, I’m banging on your door and everything is just peachy.” Kent responds, rolling his eyes and barging into your room, plopping himself down onto your bed. “Check your phone Y/n.” You mumble “Kay,” unlocking your phone and deflating when you realize how many notifications you had from Owen. “Shit. We had a date didn't we?” You say, looking at Kent. He looked up from his phone and rolled his eyes as if to say ‘No shit idiot’ before letting you continue. “I should apologize, something came up and I had to cry for a while then I fell asleep. Do you think he’s mad?” Kent looks up at you like you’re insane. “No you idiot, he’s not mad just worried. He was looking forward to the date and this isn’t like you. Just talk to him. I can drive you over, just let me piss first.”

Processing, you nod and walk over to pull on your shoes and put on a hoodie. You move to sit on your phone but before you can settle Kent’s shout of “holy shit” startles you. That’s when you remember the full events of the afternoon and the pregnancy test in the drawer with your hand towels. You quickly stand and start running towards the bathroom when the door bursts open and Kent runs out, test in hand. “You’re fucking PREGNANT? Don’t look at me like that, I’ll quiet down but let me have my moment. When did you find out? Are you gonna tell Owen? Is Owen even the dad?” He rushes out, waving the test wildly. You snatch the test from him and put it in your purse before answering. “Yes I’m pregnant, I found out today, I am going to tell Owen and of course, he is the father.” Kent is still staring at you in shock so you push past him and open the door “Can we go now?”

Kent finally stopped freaking out enough to drive the two of you the 7 minutes to the apartment he and Owen shared, and it was your turn to panic as you turned the corner to the front door. You stopped suddenly, yet before you could open your mouth Kent pushed you toward’s the door and into the apartment. “O, I’m home and I brought you a present,” Kent yells into the space. Keeping you in front of him, Kent moves the two of you further through the entryway and into the kitchen. “I don’t want anything unless it’s Y/n. Leave me alone Kent.” At that Kent rolls his eyes (again) and pulls you into the living room, shoving you into Owen’s lap before walking towards his room shouting “Figure your shit out!” in your direction.

The slam of Kent’s door gave the two of you no excuse to sit in silence anymore so you pushed yourself off of Owen’s lap, pretending not to see the hurt that flashed over his face as you did so. “Are you okay?” “I’m sorry for missing dinner” The two of you spoke at the same time, chuckling in appreciation for the brake of tension. “You go first,” Owen said, reaching for your hand, unsure if you wanted the contact. You grabbed his hand fully before starting again. “I’m sorry for missing dinner. Something came up and I fell asleep and completely slept through my alarm. Is there anything I can do to make it up?” Owen sighed, grateful that you were okay and didn’t want to break up, and pulled you fully into his lap again before answering your question “I’m just glad you’re okay. There is one thing you can do though, spend the night?” You snuggled further into him, allowing yourself to ignore the looming issue before responding “Of course love.”

Sometime later the two of you were watching Tangled on the couch when Kent came out of his room. “Oh thank god the two of you made up, I don’t think I would’ve been able to handle it if you hated each other,” Kent said, making himself comfortable on your other side. “We wouldn’t have hated each other,” Owen said, “It was just a simple miscommunication, no big deal.” You chuckled uncomfortably, “Yep, just miscommunication!” Kent stilled for a moment, your response helping him realize that Owen still didn’t know. Upon that realization he poked you, widening his eyes to question why you didn’t tell him. “It wasn’t the right time,” you said under your breath before turning back to the movie, silencing any response. “It wasn’t the right time” Kent mocks, turning to the movie himself.

Finally, the movie ended and the three of you decided to head to bed. “Night Kent, Y/n are you coming?” Owen said as he pulled himself off of the couch and headed to his room. “Yeah, just gimme a sec, I want to grab water.” You responded, turning to Kent because you knew he had questions. “So…” You said, letting the awkward silence take over. “So? What do you mean ‘so’? A miscommunication??? Y/n the child in your uterus is not a miscommunication, how dare you hurt the feelings of my future niece/nephew. Also, you have to tell him.” You get up to grab your water and respond to Kent’s series of questions. “Technically a miscommunication isn’t wrong when you only know what he knows. Also, the baby is barely alive it can’t hear you yet and I know I have to tell him. I will after the game tomorrow.” Turning off the lights in the living room Kent rolls his eyes for what feels like the millionth time that day, “Fine but you have to tell him. If you don’t by the end of the day tomorrow I will.” You go to protest before realizing that he isn’t being completely unreasonable. “Fine,” you relent, “Goodnight Kent.”

#owen power #owen power imagine #owen power x reader #umich hockey fic #umich hockey #buffalo sabres #owen power fic #enough to last a lifetime #my writing #fear of writing

194 notes · View notes

creativeashproductions · 3 years

Text

Change of Scenery // Evan Buckley

IN WHICH: Captain Bobby Nash has kept a secret from his friends, his wife and his step children since 2015 when he came to LA. Bobby’s eldest and only surviving child comes to LA to reconcile and make amends all the while she catches the eye of a certain blue eyed firefighter.

Warnings: Swearing, death/familial loss, pregnancy, blood, angst, injuries/medical emergency, and fluff

Words: 8k

A/N: Back at it with another 9-1-1 fic. Hope you enjoy, and I may just have to do another crossover with 9-1-1 and Julie and the Phantoms.

TO BE TAGGED SEND AN INBOX/ASK PLEASE!

Masterlist

There are moments in our lives that define us, whether it can be known as a positive or negative, but the outcome is always the same. A six-letter word that strikes fear and excitement into the souls of humans is change. The fear can be for ourselves or as a result of a child, a sibling, or a parent branching out on their own. Unfortunately, you had gone through a harsh and cruel experience on a cold winter night in the city you grew up in.

A typical Thursday filled with classes at the college you attended in Minnesota on a scholarship, nothing out of the ordinary. The plan had been to drive to your parents’ apartment to catch up with them for the weekend. Saturday morning was already reserved for a girls day with your little sister Brook and your mom. In the afternoon, you’d promised to take your brother Bobby to the ball diamond.

Your bag was packed, the plan to drive straight from class to St. Paul the following day to arrive in the daylight. Your dad struggled with worry when it came to you driving in the dark and especially in winter with icy roads.

“Y/N!” Dottie screeched from the living room of the four-bedroom dormitory. The pretty and curvy brunette had been the first friend you made in college.

Typically Dottie was on the quieter side, so when she screamed, you practically sprinted to the girl.

“Where’s the fire?” You demanded with a smirk at the reference to a topic that was a constant in your family.

The fire drills your father conducted every four months for an exit plan in case of a fire and general information to save yourselves. He had also trained you to remember fire hazards and how to call dispatch with clear information if that time ever came. It never did and hopefully never would.

“The Lakeview Apartments in St. Paul.” Dottie’s dark brown eyes spoke only of pity and concern. The five foot ten roommate literally caught you as you tumbled into her arms with a loud grief-stricken scream.

You were forever indebted to the brunette for the plans she sacrificed to drive you back to St. Paul. There was absolutely no chance Dottie would allow you to both drive and be alone with no news. The media hadn’t released the names of the 148 deaths the fire relentlessly tore from the land of the living.

“I want to prepare you for what you’ll see. Your mother suffered severe third-degree burns over the majority of her body.” The kind nurse, also one of your friend’s parent, explained as she guided you to the Burn Center in the Regions Hospital, “I don’t want to lie and tell you she’ll be fine. You’re an adult Y/N. You deserve the truth and not be coddled.”

“Is she gonna survive?” You quietly asked, “Has she woken up since she was brought in?”

“The doctor placed her on a high dosage of morphine for the pain. Your father hasn’t left her side.” Lucinda informed you with sympathy written as over her face, The hazel eyes unable to adequately meet yours.

“I’ll check on her, then could you take me to the rooms my siblings are in?” You asked, completely unaware Brook and Bobby had been DOA at the hospital.

Your father hadn’t answered the text messages or the voicemails you had left on his phone—radio silent. You couldn’t be mad when he was with your mom, but a text would have been nice.

“This is where your mother is staying for the unforeseeable future. If you need anything, you can call me.” Lucinda softly replied before turning her heel to head back to the Burn Centre’s front desk.

It was horrific walking into a room with no idea if the occupant who had raised you would survive. The confident, gorgeous mother you had for the past nineteen years was unfamiliar to you, the extensive gauze covering nearly every inch of her body. You almost couldn’t even recognize the man sitting in the chair with his hands wrapped.

“Dad? What happened?” You questioned the grieving man. The only person left in your family as you would soon come to know.

“Y/N?” Bobby gasped, pushing himself to his feet, staring at his only living child. The guilt ate at him just staring at you with those light brown eyes, “Oh, sweetheart.”

Your dad crossed the room in a few steps. The scent of smoke was still clinging to every part of him, but it was fine. Your dad was okay, minus the wounds on his hands. You’d always been closer with your father than your mother.

“Dad, what happened?” You quietly asked the ashamed firefighter that had to reconcile his feelings on the fire and his career—that struggle ending up pushing you away when he really just wanted you as close as possible.

“The building caught on fire after an ember from a heater lit a blanket on fire,” Bobby informed you with his eyes pinned on his wife. Bobby knew the chances of Marcy surviving were incredibly low, and he had to tell you that.

Bobby only knew the details passed on from a firefighter who pitied the man who’d lost most of his family.

“Is Mom gonna be okay?” You questioned, and the said injured woman in the bed weakly responded.

“Baby?” Marcy quietly questioned from her absolutely still position on the hospital bed, “Uh, Bobby.”

You left your father’s side to be as close to your mom as possible, with the clear plastic separating you for her safety. Your heart shattered at the sheer exhaustion in her pretty blue eyes.

“Hi, Mom.” You shakily spoke with one hand lightly pressed against the plastic divider. You didn’t even notice when your dad stepped up too.

“Marcy?” Bobby called out from right beside you, just as torn up, but Bobby carried extra weight on his shoulders, “We’re right here, Marcy. It’s okay. It’s okay.”

The muffled grunt of pain, your mom’s attempt to save you from grief, Marcy let out as she turned her head to look at you. You knew deep in your gut that this was the time place you would see your mom alive. And by the look in her eyes, she knew too.

“The...kids…?” Your mom’s breathing became more erratic as she questioned the man she viewed as her hero. The man she believed had saved her and their youngest children, “Where...are they?”

“The kids are fine.” The way your father said it and the tears led to the knowledge once kept from you.

“No.” You whispered, seeing the total grief written clear on his face. The pain meds and agony kept your mom from knowing the truth.

“They’re safe.”

“I knew you’d come and save us.” Your mom breathed as her eyes started hiding the pretty blue you’d now only see in pictures. In your dreams, until even those faded as father time cruelly pulled you along.

Then your worst nightmare happened. You watched as the woman you looked up to flatlined with the thought of her children safe. You’d always know she’d held on just long enough to find out the state of her children. You could only hope she’d forgive your father for lying to her as she died.

“Mom!” You screamed, fighting the arms of an orderly restraining you. You barely noticed the resistance to your frantic attempts.

One minute you were staring at a team unsuccessfully trying to revive your long-gone mother, then you were in a hotel room. The atmosphere tense and quiet between father and daughter, with the ghost of your dead family to keep you both company. You could hear Brook gagging every time you’d kissed your now ex. You could see Bobby toddling after you years ago.

At least you had your father—a father whose guilt festered until he couldn’t hold it in anymore.

“It was my fault.” He murmured, staring at the barely eaten burger that tasted solely just cardboard. He couldn’t bear to look at your face, “I didn’t mean to leave it on.”

Your head snapped to stare at him in disbelief, “What do you mean you didn’t mean to leave it on?”

“I-I went to the roof to sleep after your mom kicked me out. I didn’t have my keys to the apartment I had below ours.” Bobby began spilling the lies he’d told to you about his addictions. Of the apartment, you’d had no clue was even in his possessions.

The pain of losing your family tore into you, “You took my mom away from me. I’ll never get to share my wedding day with her. Shopping for a dress and gossiping about boys. I’ll never be able to wipe Brook’s tears during her first heartbreak.”

Each word broke Bobby more and more.

“You stole my future. You’re selfish, ungrateful and utterly pathetic. You cost so many people so much, all because you sought out your next high.” You spat, glaring at someone you’d never expected to hurt you. You didn’t notice your hands grabbing your possessions nor opening the hotel room door, “You couldn’t even properly try to get clean.”

“Y/N-”

“Get your shit together before you kill anyone else. I never want to see you again.” You sobbed with regret already festering in your body, but pride held you back from apologizing.

Upon your return to your dorm with Dottie by your side, you immediately began the process to enter an exchange program. Within a month, your feet entered Sydney Airport. You didn’t return to America for several years.

You took a job as a casual lifeguard on Bondi Beach, met Lucas in a meet-cute situation at the grocery store. You graduated college and found a job as a paramedic as you began becoming a flight paramedic. In 2020 Lucas and you discovered you’d be bringing in a little baby into the world.

Learning about your little Cashew growing safe in your womb fanned the flame of desire to reconcile. Ultimately the pride kept pushing the urge to apologize for the cruel words you told your father further away. You naively believed you had all the time in the world.

Remember the six-letter scary word? If losing your mom, siblings, and father was a devastating blow, losing Lucas was nearly tied. Your little Cashew lost their father before they even got to meet him. That was push enough to pack up your home and fly back to America with your father’s new address as soon as you could.

In the fallout of the apartment fire, your father relocated from Minnesota to Los Angeles.

Los Angeles, 2020

As soon as you’d found the nicest but cheapest hotel to stay in until you found a place, you walked the streets of LA. The first order of business of approaching your father at his workplace as you had no personal address. Residing still in Minnesota, Deputy Chief Evans had only given you the address of Bobby’s work.

You could only hope Bobby wouldn’t turn you away. That he was willing to bridge the gap, you’d widened over the years. That he could forgive the silence to each email, he sent when you changed numbers.

“We should go out to dinner.” The female voice was what brought you back to the present time. The woman was beautiful with her buzzed head and clear skin.

Right by her side was a dark-haired male of Asian ethnicity with a bag thrown over his shoulder, “If you’re paying, you bet I’ll be there.”

The two continued to converse in their own world until the man had to literally dodge you when they finally noticed you.

“Does Chief Bobby Nash work here?” You inquired, having no desire to enter small talk when the baby was sitting on your bladder again. You nearly retched when the man stared down at your swollen midsection, shocked, “It’s not his baby.”

Hen caught the evident disgust on your face, “He’s in his office. I’ll guide you there…”

“Y/N.” You supplied the firefighter. Hen smiled in response, “And your name is…”

“Henrietta Wilson, but you can call me Hen. That was Howard Han. He goes by Chimney, and I’ve been sworn to secrecy on the name.” Hen chuckled in her steps to the closed door of the fire chief. Hen swiftly knocked on the door to give Bobby a heads up.

“Come in!” Bobby called from his pile of paperwork he had pushed and waited to work on. It had slipped as the date came closer. Your twenty-seventh birthday, the seventh one since he last saw you.

“Cap, a woman is asking for you,” Hen told her friend and boss. It’s a good thing you didn’t choose to surprise your father because Hen was shorted, and your bump made manoeuvring around tricky.

“What can I do…” Bobby trailed off when he saw the girl waiting to talk to him. The pen in his hand dropped to the table in shock.

Hen glanced between the two equally taken aback individuals, “Am I missing something here?”

“Hey, dad.” You whispered to the man who’d been dreaming of this moment since the minute you left. He’d searched for you at your previous college and nearly made a missing person report.

“Dad?” Hen couldn’t pick her jaw up from the floor if she even wanted to because this was juicy information. Sure, Bobby had caved into telling his team, his family that he’d lost his wife and two children in a fire.

He rarely talked about his life before the 118, but he’d never mentioned having a surviving daughter. Not in the handful of times he’d talked about the tragedy, nor did he have any objects or photos of you.

“You’re really here?” Bobby lightly chuckled with a twinkle in his eye. Hen had only seen a handful of times. All of them had Athena in the scene, “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” You beamed, stepping closer to the man you’d missed dearly, “I’m so sorry for the way I left. What I said was cruel and untrue. You aren’t selfish, and I can’t blame you for something you couldn’t control.”

Bobby grinned. He’d stepped around his desk only to halt when he took in an undeniable development—the baby bump you carried.

“Is-”

“I’m pregnant. Six months along with a baby girl.” You laughed to the apparent disbelief in your father’s light brown eyes. His gaze continued to shift between the bump and your e/c eyes.

“Wow. Sorry, this is...wow.”

“She’s one of the reasons I wanted to come back. To fix our relationship because I want her to know her grandpa. You’re the only grandparent Poppy will know.” Bobby was quick to tug you into his arms as soon as the first tear dropped down your cheek.

There was so much you wanted to tell your father, but that overwhelming grief rose higher. You’d left Australia where Lucas laid in a plot in a cemetery. You left the friends you’d found in the city. Left the lifeguard job you’d come to love.

“Where are you and your partner staying?”

“He...uh...Lucas passed away recently.”

The arms holding you tightened in response to your confession, “Oh sweetheart.”

“I didn’t know where else to go. I can’t stay in the home we bought. Not the place he died when I couldn’t save him.”

“I don’t know what happened, but it wasn’-”

“Don’t coddle me. I was...am a paramedic. A flight paramedic, to be specific, so I know that my hesitation could be the reason he died.”

Your career took the father by complete and utter surprise because you’d always planned on a different job. Before the fire that claimed so many lives, you’d never entertained a career in the emergency field.

“We have a lot to catch up on. First, you need to know that I’ll always love your mother no matter what, but you need to know. I met someone when I first moved here, and we were friends at first. She divorced her husband. We started dating...sweetheart, I remarried.”

A wave of emotions flared in your chest, from betrayal to sadness and ultimately happiness. Having lost your first love, you understood and knew if love came around for you, you wouldn’t ignore it. Lucas wouldn’t want that.

“I can’t wait to meet her.”

Re-entering into Bobby’s new life was a difficult adjustment for everyone included. Tension had risen between Athena and Bobby for a brief period. Athena hadn’t even been aware of your existence, but she could fault Bobby. Athena had even told her first husband about her late fiance Emmett when they were still together.

It was difficult for you with the new addition of two step-siblings in the same birth order as Brook and Bobby had been. The Grant siblings had welcomed you into the family without any reservations.

“Did you ever get to fly the chopper?” Harry asked as he scrubbed the dirty dish from the Sunday family dinner.

It was the first dinner that had no awkward tension since you arrived back in the country. Athena had taken a bit to warm up, but it was nothing personal. She’d actually been the one to find you you’d been staying at a hotel. Mama Athena did not like her pregnant step-daughter living at a hotel. She’d actually stormed your room with Hen and Karen as back up to pack your room and leave for the Grant-Nash house.

“No. I had to help keep the patients alive. If I’m telling the truth...sometimes I didn’t even notice I was in the air.” You whispered to your stepbrother. He was just invested in your career as he had been when Bobby first entered their lives.

“That is so cool!” Harry enthused with soap suds splashing your thin knitted sweater. Harry’s mouth formed an ‘o’ when you flicked water onto his face in retaliation.

“Do you know Bondi Beach in Australia?” You inquired the youth with the chore of dishes completed.

“Yeah! There’s a tv show called Bondi Rescue! I watch the clips on YouTube!” Harry exclaimed, hot on your heels to the couch. Out of May and Harry, he followed you around with questions about your life in Australia.

“I was a casual lifeguard. I’m not featured on that show, but I would get called in when a lifeguard was needed. It paired well with my job as a flight paramedic.” You half-smiled, remembering the Bondi lifeguards who had welcomed you into the family. You became one of them when they started pranking you.

“Did you ever see a shark-”

“Harry, go brush your teeth. Leave Y/N alone.” Athena informed her youngest from the open patio doors. Your father, Athena and May had been outside as soon as the table had been cleared.

“But-”

“Harry,” Athena warned the youngest Grant. Harry didn’t attempt to argue with his stern mother; all he did was hug you quickly. You watched the young boy disappear into the hallway.

“He reminds you of your little brother?” Athena questioned. In your time of reminiscing, the older woman had settled in Harry’s previous position.

“A little.” You whispered, “Thank you for welcoming me into the family. For making my dad happy.”

“You know I may have some baby clothes put away if you’d like to use them?” Athena offered with that smile that made you feel at home. Athena was far different from your late mother, with her presence commanding respect and intelligence. Your mom was similar, but I suppose it could be described as a softer touch.

“Anyway, saving a penny is appreciated. I have a question for you also.” You hesitantly started with a bundle of nerves deep in your belly. Athena turned to give you her full attention.

“Well? Out with it.” Athena pushed, but she had a slight feeling of what you were about to ask her.

“My mom was one the strongest women I know. It hurts that my baby won’t get to experience her love and guidance, and you can say no. We’ve only known each other a short time, but would you consider...maybe being a grandma to my baby?”

Giddy was the feeling Athena developed along with the laughing smile that only came from happiness. The woman could only nod her head in response to your hesitant question. To Athena’s knowledge but not yours, Bobby was softly smiling, watching his formerly estranged daughter getting along with your stepmom.

“Oh!” You gasped as your baby kicked hard enough for her foot imprint to be seen through your knitted sweater.

Bobby was by your side in concern the second he heard your startled sound, but Athena wasn’t that concerned. Athena remembered having the same reaction.

“Are you okay?” Bobby frantically questioned. He faltered when the woman shared a belly-deep laugh at the sheer fear written in the seasoned firefighter’s eyes.

“Poppy was kicking.” You chuckled as your father’s shoulders dropped in relief, “Here.”

Your nimble fingers clasped around your father’s wrist to bring his palm to the spot Poppy was kicking. A certain lightness flooded your entire body, being capable of sharing this experience with Bobby. Watching tears well up in the grandpa to be’s brown eyes.

“Whoa.” Bobby breathlessly spoke as Poppy kicked against his palm. The feeling building in his was exhilarating with the small amount of grief mixed in, “I remember when your mom was pregnant with you. We didn’t know if we were having a girl or boy, but she was adamant you would be a kickboxer. So active.”

Athena watched as the relationship between father and daughter started healing directly in front of her eyes. The Sergeant was about to give you two some privacy when you caught her hand in your free one.

“Here.” You informed the older woman shifting to place her hand where your father’s hand had previously been. Your e/c eyes sought the wonder-filled different shades of brown eyes the couple had.

“You should get some sleep,” Athena spoke, staring at her hand resting on your bump. Her dark chocolate brown rising to find your gaze, “You won’t be getting a lot once she arrives.”

Bobby and Athena watched as you turned the corner to the spare room Athena’s parents used when they visited. For the time being, you’ve moved into the room, and the Grant-Nash house hoped you would stay. May had always wanted a sister, and Harry loved all the stories you told about Australia.

“You know, at some point, you’ll have to talk to her.”

“I just was-’

“-without anyone else being the buffer. Bobby, both your lives is evidence enough that some things are too trivial to stress over.” Athena pinned her stern gaze on her husband. The same husband is actively trying to avoid her penetrating gaze.

“What I did-’

“Is in the past, Bobby. You have a second chance with that wonderful woman in that bedroom and our grandchild. Now, are you sure that having the party at the firehouse is okay?”

A hand supported the base of your back where an ache tended to stay for most of the day. That ache wasn’t the worst symptom of your pregnancy. You had heartburn constantly that tied with unfortunate constipation that had thankfully lessened. Your purse always had a cardigan for the hot flashes as well.

“Perfect! May has my car, and Bobby needed that.” Athena beamed from the open bay of the 118. One of the firefighters, Eddie, if you recalled, snagged your purse and the specific ingredient for a recipe.

“You could have borrowed Bobby’s-”

“His vehicle is in the shop Buck.” Athena interrupted the only member of the 118 you had let to officially meet.

Now there were two suspects of the sudden shortness of breath you started experiencing. It could be Poppy in the limited space in your body or the handsome firefighter. Buck had to be hands down none of the most attractive men you’d ever encountered. His dark blonde hair had minimal height, but the soft waves made your fingers itch to feel it. His ocean blue eyes crinkled at the corners with mirth.

“Ah, so you’re flesh and blood of Cap?” Buck questioned from in front of you. His blue eyes centred solely on you, with half a mind thanking himself that he could navigate the station blindfolded in the dark.

“For the last twenty-seven years, I have been.” You retorted, stopping at the edge of the stairs to the apparatus. Your keen sense of smell catching one of your favourite meals your father had dug up from the recipes he hadn’t used in years.

A zing of electricity trailed off your arm when a calloused palm met yours. Your e/c eyes followed the path of tan skin until it reached the shirt sleeve of Buck’s t-shirt. The shirt emblazoned on the chest with the department’s insignia. The man in the casual uniform guided you safely up the stairs with his hand on your back.

The pressure of Buck’s hand on your aching back muscle nearly brought what would be an embarrassing moan from your lips. Thankfully a gasp of surprise fell out instead at the banner hanging with other decorations.

“What?” You choked, cupping your hands to your face. Pure unadulterated shock and affection flooded every inch of you.

The entire 118 squad intermixed with their loved ones surrounded the open area with grins. On a table behind everyone was many wrapped gifts. But the cake was the most impressive.

A large rectangular cake in the realistic shape of a fire engine parked in front of a fire hydrant with a fondant hose going to the truck. On top of the fire truck was the turnout boots next to the matching helmet, the 118 proudly on it. You adored the turnout coat draping off the top to hang off the side.

“If you look at the helmet, it says Poppy.” Buck enthused, guiding you even closer to catch the immaculate cake, “It has to be the best cake we’ve gotten from them.”

“Hey, my rebar head cake was phenomenal!” Chimney called with a belying grin on his face. His hand encased by a brunette woman about his height with her heels on.

“It’s a long story.” Buck offered as soon as you gave him a weird questioning look, “Let me introduce you to everyone!”

For the next five minutes, you spend it by meeting the family of 118, including Eddie’s completely adorable son. Christopher was happy to sit next to you as soon as Harry had found you. Slowly the others came closer to hear the stories.

“What’re the most common injuries on the beach?” Denny, Hen and Karen’s ten-year-old son questioned.

“Bluebottle Jellyfish stings. On one day, we had hundreds of people come to the tower for stings, and the treatment for the minor ones is stingose spray and ice.”

“My question is how a girl from Minnesota is a lifeguard in Australia. Especially on Sydney’s most dangerous beach.” Chimney inserted, waving his bottle of pop at you, his eyes kept moving towards the wine Maddie brought.

Unfortunately, the 118 wouldn’t be celebrating with the wine until their shifts ended in a few short hours. It was a damn miracle they hadn’t been called out yet.

“This former Minnesotan spent summers at my best friend’s parents’ place in Cali as a lifeguard. Also, Bondi is not the most dangerous beach in Sydney. That’s Tamarama.” You pointed towards the man who raised his hands in surrender.

“Have you ever seen a dead body?” Harry asked, bringing a sobering silence in the question’s wake.

Your body language changed as soon as he asked, “Unfortunately, I’ve seen death as a paramedic and as a lifeguard.”

“You’re a paramedic? I thought you were just a lifeguard?” Buck asked, interested in the new information. Buck could feel his Captain’s eyes on the back of his head; he was sure Bobby could smell the attraction on Buck.

“Casual lifeguard. Called when needed as a backup.” You turned your e/c eyes towards the arguably youngest member of the 118.

“How many dead-”

“Harry.” Athena warned her son from continuing a topic that killed the ease and happiness you’d shown previously, “Why don’t we stop talking about-”

“Too many, Harry.” You interrupted your stepmom with a gentle smile towards the woman, “It’s not just drowning that claims lives but also the cliffs surrounding the beaches. Lifeguards patrol more than the beaches and water. Lifeguards respond to medical emergencies, mostly spinal until the paramedics arrive.”

“Oh-”

“I had a fellow lifeguard leave the job because of the suicides we deal with.”

“...who wants cake?” Karen used the quiet interlude of the much too serious topic for a group of kids barely in the double digits of ages. All referenced children followed Hen’s life to the beautiful baked creation.

“Sorry for getting dark there.”

“We all know the dark side of the jobs we chose to do. You sound like you miss Australia. Are you going to return there?” Eddie questioned with one eye pinned on his son, consuming more sugar than he wished.

Eddie’s question did raise self-doubt, but you knew that ultimately living in Australia was no longer a viable option.

“There’s nothing there for me.”

Eddie, Buck and your father understood that mentality to a ‘t’ with family complications keeping them away. Your father for obvious reasons, whereas Eddie and Buck each had a living family with opinions only they saw right.

“You’re always welcome here. Especially when you bring that little cutie to the firehouse.” Maddie cooed towards your baby bump. The 911 dispatcher had asked many questions about your pregnancy.

Maddie was the type of person who could make a stranger feel like they had known for their entire lives.

“Here.”

A plate of the cake was thrust in front of your face courtesy of Maddie’s brother Buck. It is quite literally the perfect size you could ask for. In his other hand, he had a new bottle of water waiting for you to grab.

“Thank you, Buck.” Your shock must have shown in your voice when his cheeks flushed.

“This whole party is a celebration for you, so you shouldn’t have to get up...unless you want to!” Buck rushed to respond, getting more flustered with the amused look of his older sister on him, “You’re already doing something absolutely amazing, so you should get to rela-”

“Buck!” You laughed, ending the older man’s rambling thoughts. The entire party attendees had started watching Buck’s failed smooth attempt.

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.”

Buck mutely nodded in response, “No prob-”

The bell was the one to interrupt him instead. The on-duty firefighters rushed down from the upper levels to the lockers. The swift suiting up impressed you as it was like you blinked, and the bay was empty.

“Should be the last call before they get off shift.” Maddie, still occupied with the cake she was eating, “That wine looks so good!”

Your attention snapped from the vacant spots the 118 vehicles parked to the woman ploughing down on the cake. Sure it was good, but not that good. Maybe you could tell as a pregnant woman, or perhaps you just caught some of the symptoms you felt.

“How far along are you?”

Maddie froze, “What are you talk-”

“You’re pregnant, right?”

“Don’t tell anyone. Chim and I found out recently, but we want to wait on telling people. Once the first trimester is over, everyone can know.” Maddie pleaded with two hands cupped under her chin in a prayer position. The pretty brunette using the puppy dog eyes on the new friend she’d made.

“You should tell Buck-”

“We will once we enter the safe zone. So tell me about your baby’s father.” Maddie swiftly changed the subject, unaware of the ache developing in your midsection.

“Lucas Gowan.” You mussed, recalling the freckled half Australian half Scots man with the thick red locks.

“Ooh, is he still in Australia?”

“Technically, he is. I met him at the grocery store near the university campus. I’d transferred to escape my grief. It was purely an attraction at first sight before developing into love at first sight. We convocated and moved into a cosy little place. We’d only just found out about the baby when Lucas passed away.”

As you told Maddie, your hand had moved to cradle the only remaining piece of Lucas.

“His death was unexpected and sudden. He’d taken a run the morning of our scan to find out baby Gowan’s gender. He fell off the side of the cliff. I was told he died instantly. The investigator believes his shoelace untied, and he stepped on it. Fell right off the side.”

“I’m so sorry.” Maddie breathed, leaning closer to hold your hands in her own, “He’d be so proud of you. For returning to the states. Do you keep in contact with his family?”

“He was an only child. Parents died in a car accident when he was ten years old. He was in foster care until he aged out of the system. Poppy is named after his mom.”

Maddie instinctively knew talking about Lucas was, “You know you get along pretty well with Buck... I’ve never seen him so flustered.”

“Maddie, I can tell you are a very intelligent woman, but you’re wrong here. Why would a guy like Buck be interested in a pregnant woman with a reconciling relationship with her father and his Captain while grieving her baby’s dad?”

Maddie tilted her head to the side, “Because I know my brother. He’s only ever had that look when I first moved to LA. Back when Abby was still important to him.”

“We’ll just have to agree to disagree.”

Maddie’s mouth opened to speak, but you were saved by the bell when Athena called you over for pictures. Then her attempts got thwarted once more when the 118 returned to the house perfectly synced to the end of shift.

“Driving here was the last time until the baby’s here. You’ve got precious cargo-”

“I’m seven months pregnant; I can still drive. There’s no law saying I can’t-”

Never argue with Athena Grant-Nash, “It may not be illegal, but I won’t endanger my daughter or my granddaughter.”

“I have to get to my OB/GYN appointment tomorrow. You and Dad each have a long shift during my scheduled appointment. Harry is both too young to drive and in school. May has a shift at dispatch. There’s literally no one available to take me.”

Bobby watched as two of the most important women in his life argued over something as trivial as driving. Harry shook at listening to someone fighting against his mother; she could be terrifying.

“I can take her.”

Everyone in the fir house turned to the voice who’d offered suddenly and found the sheepish form of a tall firefighter. Eddie’s eyebrows raised at his best friend.

“I don’t work tomorrow. I’ve got no plans. Albert’s got some date with a girl at her place.”

“I couldn’t put you out.”

“You need a ride, and I’ll be bored, so why not take my new friend to her baby doctor.”

“Baby doctor?” Hen parroted to her wife in astonishment towards her coworker and close friend. Both the women found the blatant flirting from Buck to the soon to be mother.

“She’ll take you up on the offer. She’s staying in our guest room. Come early for breakfast before you go. We’ll be having waffles.”

Buck found any excuse to visit the Grant-Nash home with the motive to hang out with you ever since the baby shower. From delivering baked goods from your favourite bakery to insisting on driving you to appointments. Didn’t matter if Athena or Bobby could take you; Buck was adamant he drove you.

The friendship was easy going and very natural, like a ball glove still moulded perfectly to your hand. The hangouts in your home evolved to weekly visits to restaurants with guidelines to the current event happening worldwide.

Ultimately it even led to a test date.

“You look breathtaking.” Buck breathlessly informed you once he’d gently pushed your chair closer to the table.

“Thank you.” You kindly responded despite thinking the complete opposite to the charming man sitting across from you.

Athena and May had helped you get ready for the date with calming words on how going on a date so far into the pregnancy was okay. Then, your father had tentatively inserted himself with sage advice on re-entering the dating scene.

“I thought we could grab some ice cream after,” Buck spoke up as soon as the waiter had taken your drink order. Buck had decided to refrain from alcohol and went with glasses of lemonade and water.

“You shouldn’t say that. I’ll just want ice cream.” You snickered, caressing the taut belly you’d grown to love. In fact, the firm push of a heel announced Poppy’s agreement with ice cream as dessert.

“How is Poppy?”

“The doc says she’s right on track. Healthy all around and in the position, she’s supposed to be at this stage.” Buck adored the affectionate smile that always appeared when the topic of your pregnancy was brought up.

“That’s amazing! Bobby gushes about you and Poppy. The fridge has an entire door dedicated to sonograms of Poppy. Even a few from that maternity shoot Hen and Maddie surprised you with.”

A few weeks had passed since the baby shower the 118 had surprised you with. Maddie had announced her pregnancy to the joy of the chosen family she had. Bobby had put together a crib he had painted. Michael, Athena’s ex-husband, had started making plans for adding on to the house for a room for the baby.

Despite informing the architect, you planned on moving out when you had saved enough, he’d made a sound argument. Athena would want a place for the baby to stay when you visited, or the woman demanded to babysit.

Now you found yourself in a National forest not far from Los Angeles, posing in front of nature. A surprise photoshoot Hen and Karen had organized with Karen’s brother Trey. Maddie and Athena had been the ones who drove you.

“Hold the teddy bear on your bump,” Trey informed you from behind his professional and intimidating camera. The photographer praised you in the rapid movement to listen to his offer.

“Hey! Maddie! You should take a few photos. I need a pee break.” You didn’t wait for Maddie to respond in your rush to the somewhat rustic bathroom hut.

By the time you returned, Maddie was taking a couple pictures. Then you took some with Athena to have on the nursery walls and for Bobby to have a photo for his desk.

“Now one with all three of you.”

Present

“So a daredevil.” You stated unsurprised that the firefighter had a history of recklessness. You don’t go into firefighting without a taste for danger.

“The bruises and blood fit better than the awful bleached hair during my time in Peru.” Buck laughed, recalling the questionable choice in his fashion pre-firefighting. Sometimes he missed the people he encountered in his period of self-discovery.

“You didn’t wear puka sh-”

“I did. Bleached hair, puka shells and Hawaiian shirts were my staples during my bartending years. I fit in with the aesthetic of the bar I tended.”

“Buck!” You nearly gasped at his raw honesty. Buck didn’t hold back any answers to your questions, but you each strayed from the topic of family.

Talking about the tragic family history wasn’t a good idea on the first time regardless of the time you’d known each other.

“You’re telling me-” Buck halted as soon as he caught the flash of discomfort flicker over your beautiful features, “Are you okay?”

“She shifted. Been sitting on my blad-” You cut yourself off with a hiss of pain. Buck’s eyes widened at the pain taking over your features, “Oh, that hurt.”

Buck went straight into work mode, “Have you been in pain for long?”

“No. A few cramps here and there today, but my doctor said it was nothing to worry about.” You informed the experienced first responder resting level to your knees.

Buck didn’t want to say it, but he was sure that you’d gone into early labour. There was no indication your water had broken, but he kept over the last hour together. Every once in a while, you shifted or pressed a hand to your bump.

“Has your water broken?”

You shook your head, “No, but...oh... that’s not a cramp.”

With that statement out, you clenched your fingers tight on the edge of the table as pain rippled in your belly. A contraction that stole your breath momentarily. In your contraction, Buck had dialled 911. Buck recalled that sometimes a woman’s water doesn't break until right before the birth.

“We’re not getting that ice cream, are we?” You snorted upon being lifted onto the gurney. How fortunate or unfortunate you were to have the 118 right there.

Hen had taken a position at your feet to check on your lower body while Chimney took your vital signs. You honestly didn’t like the look Hen and Chimney shared with Buck.

“What is it?”

“We’re gonna need to deliver here.” Hen sighed, giving you the facts that terrified you. When you envisioned having the baby, it was in a medical centre. Not in a restaurant.

“My office is large and away from the crowd if you want. I can show you the way.” Sophie, the restaurant manager, offered already starting to lead the way. Sophie would never know how thankful you felt for being able to have privacy.

“Okay, Y/N, is it okay if I check how dilated you -.” Hen breathed with her hand, gently disappearing until the thin blanket Chimney procured from the stocked ambulance, “Y/N when I saw I want you to do that.”

Hen didn’t need to check your dilation when she could see the baby’s head already.

“I’m right here.” Buck cooed in your ear. He had held your hand as his coworkers did their jobs around you.

“This isn’t the way I envisioned you seeing my pu-”

“Push.” Hen urged, cutting off your almost vulgar language, but it eased the tension in the small restaurant office. You couldn’t even see Buck’s flustered reaction as you bore down with the contraction, “Good! Take a breath.”

“You’re a strong woman. It never ceases to amaze me the strength women have.” Buck spoke, keeping your e/c eyes on his blue ones. His hand raised to push a strand of your sweaty hair off your temple.

“Once more push!” Hen called out just in time with the last contraction. The feeling of the pressure between your legs popping was moan inducing.

Poppy was silent. Your entire body froze, yearning for the sweet sound of crying instead of the eerie silence. The world stood still as Chimney worked on your baby girl.

“Pulse is strong,” Chimney announced, keeping his attention on the task of clearing Poppy’s throat and nose. And that sweet sound of crying commenced, “Congratulations Y/N, you have a beautiful baby girl. Let’s get you to the hospital.”

Your father beat the ambulance to the nearest ER in pure anticipation at meeting his granddaughter Poppy Nash Gowan. He barely noticed as Buck stuck to your side like glue. Bobby waited outside the door as you got checked over in the room.

“Quite the first date.” You mused towards Buck, who hovered in awe over the life form you had carried for nine months. You’d been pregnant for three quarters of an entire year to his fascination.

“All my meaningful relationships started with a medical emergency.” Buck finally looked up at you. He’d kept Poppy company in the bassinet while you delivered the afterbirth upon entering the hospital.

“Seriously?”

“Had a tracheostomy on Valentine’s Day with Abby, an earthquake with Ali and a newscaster in a crashed helicopter.” Buck listed off. He hadn’t even noticed scooping the newborn into his arms until he’d sat in the chair by your bed, “Why not add a sudden labour and delivery.”

“He would have liked you.”

The sentence came out of absolutely nowhere. Almost like something had ripped it out of your vocal cords. At the look of confusion, you elaborated.

“Lucas. He would have liked you. I think if it is possible, he might have pushed me into meeting you. I’ll still need to take it slow, but I’d like to give this a shot.”

That was all Buck needed to lean in closer to kiss you—the first of many kisses.

Some might disagree on how quick your relationship with Buck developed, but they didn’t know yours at all. It was natural with the firefighter who stepped into the role of father figure for a growing Poppy. By the time Poppy was one, you’d moved into a house not far from your father’s place with Buck. By the time Poppy was three, a pretty ring had sat on your finger. By five, the young girl had a baby brother.

“Your parents spoil Poppy.”

“You say that like you didn’t crawl into her crib during her afternoon naps.” You deadpanned towards your husband. Buck had the nerve to sheepishly grin, “You give in each time she says ‘pwetty pwease’ for a cookie.”

“It’s a crime to make her sad!” Buck defended himself, but a grin of amusement threatened his act, “Besides, you crack each time too!”

“Mhm. Just wait until Theo can talk.” You pressed a kiss to the sleeping infant strapped into the baby carrier. Theodore Robert Buckley could fall asleep in a thunderstorm if he was in Buck’s arms.

“Oh! Maddie wants to have Poppy over for a play date. Madster’s been begging for her cousin to have a sleepover.”

Maddie and Chimney’s daughter was only a few months younger than your daughter, but the two were thick as thieves. Buck had referred to the Han daughter as Madster with how similar her mannerisms were to her mother.

“Think they’d take the rascal?”

“Is this code for you wanting to have another?” Buck questioned with a twinkle of mischief in his blue eyes. The same blue Theo had inherited along with a birthmark like Buck’s on his bicep.

“I-” You choked, blinking furiously, “Evan, I pushed Theo out of my body barely three months ago!”

Buck inconspicuously winked in response with the sudden scream of excitement coming from Poppy. The rambunctious five-year-old ploughed into Buck’s legs full force. Falling into the practised ease, you’d unstrapped Theo from Buck’s chest and promptly had his tiny body stolen into his grandpa’s arms.

“There’s my boy.” Bobby cooed to the sleep drunk tiny infant. The little baby is crowded by his Gram Athena and Aunt May, “Gonna have to get you a Minnesota Wilds jersey.”

“Hell no. That boy is LA born and bred. He’ll be wearing a Kings jersey like the civilized.” Michael announced with the sudden arrival of Theo and Poppy’s Uncle Harry.

“Mommy? When are we going to Stralia?” Poppy inquired from right beside your leg. Her tiny handheld is the giant one of her dad.

“In a few weeks. Are you excited to see the mommy’s old friends again?”

“Hm. Can we see Dada?”

Buck may be Poppy’s father, but he’d never let Poppy go without knowing she had two fathers in all. Her first one waiting to meet here decades from the time she was born and solely referenced Lucas as Dada. Buck was grateful for the man who brought Poppy into existence; the little green-eyed tot Buck could never regret. Unlike Buck’s parents keeping his older brother’s existence a secret, the firefighter refused to follow in their footsteps. He’d continue to shower the late Lucas in gratitude and respect. He refused to make the same mistakes as Phillip and Margaret Buckley.

“Of course. C’mon Poppy, time to say goodbye.” Buck guided the little girl to the extended family showering her little brother with love. The little girl was quickly swung into Bobby’s arms, and Athena cooing at your infant son.

Changes. The six-letter word doesn’t have to be terrifying. It can be breathtaking, memorable and beautiful to experience.

Tag List(s): (PLEASE SEND AN INBOX TO BE ADDED! I CANNOT GUARANTEE YOU WILL BE ON THE LIST VIA POST COMMENTS!)

9-1-1 Taglist:

@julessbrown

Julie and the Phantoms Taglist:

#evan buckley imagines #evan buckley #evan buckley x reader #evan buckley x fem!reader #evan buckley oneshot #911 imagines #911 oneshots #oliver stark #evan buck buckely #evan buckley x y/n #evan buckley x you #caitsy and ash productions

828 notes · View notes

oliviayamaoka · 3 years

Text

The Distraction Continuation (Ghostface / Jed Olsen / Danny Johnson x Reader)

As requested, this is a continuation of the Distraction fic I made. Check out the first fic if you haven’t already. Enjoy! :)

You sighed deeply as you crossed your arms, shutting your eyes in slight annoyance at what was to come. Another trial. You hadn’t been in one for a while but your break was rather short-lived. There were three others that stood by your side. Ace Visconti, David King, and Yui Kimura. You respected them and actually enjoyed their company. Ace was funny, David taught you a couple of things, and Yui was always nice to you, encouraging you.

“Where do you think we’ll go this time?” Yui asked you, nudging your elbow with her own. You instantly lit up. Human interaction was comforting.

“Haven’t been to Hawkins or Glenvale in a bit.” Y/N replied with a slight shrug.

“My bet is the asylum.” Ace interrupted, pointing finger guns with that stupid smirk of his. Yui rolled her eyes, she didn’t seem to like Ace very much. Not since he flirted with her one time, even if it was jokingly.

“We might actually be there if Ace himself says so.” David said as the familiar gust of air surrounded the four of you.

You shut your eyes tightly, getting chills from the cold fog and air. The smell of fire and spring overcame you. Y/N opened their eyes, realizing that Ace’s bet was right. As always. A small laugh escaped your lips, a feeling of enjoyment before all hell could break loose again.

Your gaze averted to the familiar structure of the Crotus Prenn Asylum. A sound played in your head, the screech of the Nurse. You were always curious about her but never got the chance to even talk to her unlike... no, it was one time. You weren’t gonna go around and try talk to killers like you did with him.

You put your palm to your forehead, cringing at the memory. Not in a bad way but maybe you could’ve done something differently. No, not really. Jed was a psychopath, a murderer. He was charming in a fucked up sort of way. You sighed as you walked towards a generator behind the grey brick walls.

There wasn’t any indication that it was the Pig or Freddy, thankfully. You began to work on the generator. Your thoughts turned to the fear of being hooked, stabbed, and hurt. You shuddered at the thought of it, the feeling of the hook would probably never leave you. Death was forever here, unfortunately. Elodie and Felix’s conversation had given you hope, maybe there was a way out of here.

“Shit.” You mumble as you shielded your eyes from the small explosion.

Y/N huffed. You felt slightly disappointed in yourself and began again. Your head perked up as you heard stomping. It wasn’t loud enough to be the Oni or Trapper.

You kept a head on the generator as you noticed a dark figure stomping towards you. You needed a moment to process the situation. It was Ghostface? Oh shit, it was him, you thought. Flashbacks of your last encounter played in your head, he was definitely pissed off and you couldn’t blame it at this point.

“Don’t fucking try it.” He muttered in reference to you breaking into a sprint.

You felt panic wash over you as you quickly observed your surroundings. There weren’t any nearby pallets or vaults, it was a random open area near a hill with a chest and hook. Perfect, just perfect. Ghostface was quicker than usual, he grabbed you by the waist aggressively to tackle you down.

Ghostface held a knife to the back of your head once you hit the ground. You grunted as he put down all his weight onto you and assured that you wouldn’t be able to escape. The ground felt so uncomfortable, especially against your face. There was a few moments of you struggling beneath him to escape but it became no use. You stopped struggling after he pressed the blade against your skin.

“Didn’t bring a toolbox this time, Y/N?” He asked mockingly, pressing his gloved finger over the small slit. You winced at the stinging sensation but it was nothing you couldn’t handle.

“You know how to hold a grudge, Jed.” You replied. You were utterly terrified yet you always felt the need to reply to his stupid remarks.

“Indeed I do.” He replied, grabbing you and making you stand up. He held the knife to your back and pressed it slightly.

Ghostface was actually angry. He didn’t seem to mind actually hurting you or pressing the knife into your skin. You gasped at the painful sensation as he looked around, he saw the killer shack. He held a tight grip on your shoulder as he forced you to walk that way.

You instantly knew where he wanted to go. You just hoped the basement wasn’t there. Of course, you had known that this day would eventually come. But, why now? It was such awful timing, especially with the blue mood you had. Once the two of you reached the shack, he shoved you onto the ground aggressively.

“You’re pathetic... talking and talking last time we met. Now, you’re just a shitty excuse for a survivor.” He said to you. You scoffed.

“If it helps, Jed, I’m sorry.” Y/N replied. Your hand reached to the back of your neck where he had cut you. There wasn’t much blood but it still hurt. You stared at your bloodied fingertips as the man got more infuriated.

“You don’t get to call me that. And why the fuck are you apologizing?” He questioned you. His tone was venomous, this terrified you but him killing you was inevitable and well... you wanted to see him, anyways.

“If you didn’t care, you’d have hooked me now. I must’ve really hurt your feelings, huh?” You said, half-jokingly but you were also genuine.

“I don’t care.” He replied to you almost instantly. You knew that was a lie.

“Then why won’t you hook me? You could’ve slashed my back open but instead you pinned me to the ground... weirdo.” You mumbled.

He fell silent for a second. Ghostface was a bit baffled by you. Why weren’t you begging for your life? The version he remembered of you was different, or maybe he killed too many survivors that would beg. Not only that but he planned this out thoroughly. He was practically counting on you to scream and beg for your life. Ghostface had even made an offering for this realm because he researched it extensively, as he did with most of his previous murders.

Despite what he may have thought, Y/N was absolutely terrified. However, there was a strange feeling of attraction to him. Not necessarily a crush just yet but there was also a rivalry in which you felt comfortable talking to him. He felt like a real person. Well, of course he was a real person but you had no trouble making shitty remarks to him.

“I want this to last because you were being a little bitch last time. I’ve been dying to slice you open and make you regret that stupid little stunt you pulled.” He said to you.

You sat up, bringing one knee to your chest casually. There was a feeling of bravery that washed over you like last time. Y/N sighed deeply and looked around the shack. It was a basic shake. No totem, no gen.

“Yeah, sure... then do it.” You said to him.

“You’re not making this any easier.” He replied, more annoyed with you.

“Nothing you do is gonna make me regret what I did. Even if you do kill me and make me suffer, I’m still gonna come back alive. I’ve been puked on, trapped, and even had some weird ass trap put onto my head.” You said, standing up and pointing your finger to his chest.

“But you, Danny, only have a knife. I know the Legion or whatever their names are can use that better than you. You’re just a weirdo with a mask.” Y/N finished.

Ghostface seemed rather stunned, yet offended. Mainly because he couldn’t doubt anything you said. It became known that the Legion studied the human anatomy extensively, more than Danny ever cared to do. His area of expertise was stalking and memorizing a person’s schedule. But still. his ego was always bigger than any logic. The cloaked man grabbed your wrist. He oddly didn’t grab it too tight, he lifted your arm over your head.

“And what does that make you? I’m still better than you to some degree. You’re trapped here because the Entity thinks you deserve it and I get to kill anybody I desire.” He said, the tip of his blade poking your stomach.

“I guess we’re both shitty people.” You shrugged as his grip somewhat loosened. He sighed deeply before throwing you towards the generator.

“I had hoped killing you would be satisfying.” He muttered, bitter that your reaction wasn’t what he imagined. You fixed your shirt slightly and leaned against the generator. A part of slowly began to accept the growing crush you developed on the strange murderer, you didn’t care at this point since you were damned to an eternity of trials.

“It probably would’ve been if you weren’t so easy to talk to.” You said to him as he snapped his head towards you, confused for a moment. Easy to talk to? He scoffed in response.

“Easy? You’re the fucking weirdo here.” He said, with a bit of a defeated tone.

“You’re no ladykiller, Danny, but... I’m charmed. I guess it’s something killers like you do though.” You said to him.

“I don’t charm or seduce people. I watch them.” He corrected you.

“Explains a lot.” You said, looking at your nails. Ghostface was quick to give into his ego and crossed his arms in a very stubborn manner.

“Actually, I did. As Jed Olsen, anyways. People were so trusting of him and neglected to suspect the new guy in town. It made it easy to watch people and I had a lot of excuses to spend hours doing so.” He said to you.

“Jed sounds nice.” Y/N shrugged.

“Well, Jed isn’t real, babe. He’s a shitty facade of what people like in a person. Made it so much easier for myself.” Ghostface said.

“Okay then,.. what did you do? As a career?” You asked him.

“I was a journalist and wrote for the Roseville Gazette. They made me cover my own killings and I did a good job doing so. Nobody could really understand my work though, no matter how much I tried to when I was Jed.” He said, a proud tone in his voice as he spoke. You were weirded out and cautious but you wanted to try and understand him.

“So, is that why you do it? For art?” You asked him as his head perked.

“That’s exactly why! There’s something very beautiful about the redness unique to somebody pouring out of them, even mixing with others. Not only that but just toying around and seeing how loud one can scream. Each scream is so unique and different. And just like art, you can fix your mistakes if it isn’t done right.” He explained, he seemed more relaxed.

“Fix? But wouldn’t they be dead?” You asked him, genuinely confused.

“You have to be an expert craftsman to fix it. A scream is a delicacy, something I choose not to indulge myself in often. Y’know, don’t want anybody hearing what goes on. When I do want to hear the screaming, it’s usually when my target has piqued my interest or mildly annoyed me. It feels rewarding after going through all the effort to memorize their lifestyle.” He said.

“A weird but cool way of looking at it, I suppose.” Y/N said.

You didn’t really care about morality at this point. Such things as the Entity exist, anyways, You weren’t sure what you did to deserve being stranded here. Even if you did have a weird romantic interest in him, so what? Why would the Entity care? Why would any Gods care? And even then, you seemed to have an interest in his hobby. Blood and killing didn’t faze you anymore.

“You think so?” He asked you.

“Depends on the person, I guess. I’d only do it to bad people.” You said.

“But, you’d do what I do?” He asked you.

“Yeah...?” You responded. Danny seemed a bit giddy.

“How would you do it?” Ghostface asked, he seemed way too excited to hear about your non-existent methods of killing.

“I don’t know...” Y/N replied, feeling somewhat flustered by how close he was to you. It was a different type of feeling when he wasn’t trying to stab you.

“If you want, I could show you some pictures and give you tips.” He said.

“And kill who? We’re stuck in this hellhole.” You reminded him.

“What about the other survivors? They can’t all be innocent.” Ghostface said to you. He had some appreciation for you since you listened. It was crazy how much this strange man can switch up.

“No, never. I’m not that crazy.” You said as the loud horn of the exit gates blared. You looked around, really surprised. He seemed just as surprised.

“That long?” He questioned.

“Guess I’m just that good of a distraction.” You said to him as he silently sighed in frustration but didn’t seem to care. A part of him enjoyed your talk.

“Guess you’re gonna be my one kill.” He said, shifting towards you and pushing you against the wall. You were taken aback by his swift movement.

You squirmed against his body, somewhat sliding downwards so kicking was pretty much useless unless you wanted to completely fall. The two of you grunted quietly as he turned you around, shoving your face against the hard wall. It was uncomfortable but he wasn’t being as rough as he usually was. At this point, you were scared of his knife so you tried pulling his hands away from you in the awkward position. Ghostface tightly pinned one of your arms on your back, you winced as he tugged on your hair.

He leaned inwards, poking his head towards your neck and hair. Ghostface took a moment to memorize your scent and what your hair texture might have felt like. For some strange reason, he seemed to want to learn everything about you. It might have been a bad idea for you to have opened him up about his art.

“Get off of me.” You demanded in a stern voice.

“You’re scaring me, Y/N.” He replied sarcastically.

You froze up when he slid his hand under your shirt, his fingertips trailing on your back. It wasn’t the motion itself but rather the feeling of his ungloved hand. You felt yourself go into a rather catatonic state, not in fear but you were quick to wonder why he would take his glove off. A thousand thoughts and scenarios played in your mind. His touch was soft but still managed to leave you with chills.

Ghostface, on the other hand, seemed to be enjoying himself. He made notes of how soft your skin felt, his hand curiously wandered upwards. It wasn’t long before his hand wandered to your more sensitive areas. A gasp escaped your mouth as kept you pinned with his knees, his hands groping you a bit more roughly. Your face heated up when he squeezed you, you didn’t seem to struggle either.

“Fuck...” You whispered.

“If only we had the time.” He mumbled, sticking three of his gloved fingers into your mouth. Your eyes rested as you stared upwards, allowing him to continue touching you.

“I bet you’re getting all excited over this... if only I could capture the look on your face right now. How does it feel? Having somebody like me have their way?” He asked you. You felt aroused yet ashamed to oblige him.

“It feels good...” You managed to say, his fingers still in your mouth.

You felt the bulge in his crotch grow hard but this wasn’t the time or place. As much as he wanted to fuck you then and there, he needed to have some control over himself. He pulled his hands away and slid his glove back on. You let out a sigh of relief but also a whine. You knew just as much as he did that it just wasn’t the right time. You wiped the saliva from your lips and slowly stood up.

He pulled you backwards by your waist. You felt him rub his knife near your crotch, gliding it teasingly. His other hand wrapped around your neck. You heard him chuckle rather darkly. At this point, you seemed more hot and bothered than he was. Ghostface squeezed your neck a little harder, wanting to get one last sound of of you before he let you go. He didn’t care whether or not the Entity would be displeased or not.

“Guess you’ll have to be a whore some other time.” He said, cutting you on the arm slightly. You pulled your arm away quickly.

“Whatever.” You replied, flustered by his comment. Did that just happen?

“Better go before the Entity kills you itself.” He said to you.

“Right, right... see you around, Danny.” You said before quickly walking away and then running towards the exit gates.

His head tilted curiously. Ghostface wasn’t sure if he had feelings or not. He admired you for listening to him and asking some questions though. But, now that he knew you’d do things with him willingly, he had some ideas. A wide smile grew behind his mask as he began to fantasize about the photos he would eventually take.

You would probably come to regret your actions, seeing as his obsession with you would grow. Danny needed to know everything about you and even felt a bit possessive now. It didn’t matter, there was many possibilities within the Fog. Pray that you’ll be ready for your next meeting.

NOTE: Currently writing a full fledged Danny fic with a different plot but have the sequel to the Distraction. Ty for reading!

#dead by daylight #dead by daylight x reader #ghostface #ghostface x reader #jed olsen #jed olsen x reader #danny johnson #danny johnson x reader #dbd fanfic #dbd x reader

337 notes · View notes

dangan-writing · 3 years

Note

I need a n g s t

Kokichi, Nagito and Shuichi with a s/o that’s really forgiving? You could make them end up in the hospital and they’d forgive you

So what if they accidentally kill them and their s/o still forgives them?

If you want, you can do a happy ending where they live! Your choice! :)

╔═══════════════════════════╗

*__ i pick different endings if that's okay Anon, And i picked it to be in the killing game, please tell me if you want it to be changed Anon.

*__ and i apologise if it seems rushed, it's hard to write for 3 character's. And also because you were probably waiting for so long. you can still request for me to remake it Anon, don't worry ^^

*___ Tw -> Ch/king, po/soning, Ka/de, caps, violence, curse words, f/re, injuries

*___Mod Miaya___*

»»———————————- ♡ ————————————««

*___Kokichi Oma___*

When somebody hurts you Kokichi will be fucking rude to them since they don't deserve respect since they hurted you

"Ah Kokichi! Calm down, it didn't hurt that much! I'm okay, see?" You try to move around, but gasping because of the pain "O-Oh.." "See! You got really hurt! That person is gonna get it!!" Kokichi wails "H-hey, i forgive them.. it's not like they murdered me or anything! I'm still here, with just some small injury!" You giggled "Are you that nice?" Kokichi mumbled, before getting up "Hey c'mon! Let's go to Keeboy and have fun with him!" Kokichi smiled mischievously, you laugh "let's go."

That was actually to distract you and go to the person who hurted you and prank the fuck out of the person-

He's concerned about you, i mean. A forgiving S/O? He'll be watching out the people who talks to you, he's a liar. He'll know if they're lying or not. It's impossible for them to hurt you since you have a liar by your side! Impossible he says as he didn't realize they lied in front of his face as you and the person walked away together

After a few minutes passed, he was concerned. Why were you two taking so long? You two must not have been- no, that can't be. Unless...

Shit.. he ran looking after you "S/O!!~ where are you?~ we better not play hide and seek! You'd know i win easily~" he tried to keep up his facade, not wanting to freak himself out... then he saw you tied up, with blood and bruises all over you, with you breathing heavily.

"S/O!" He ran towards you, not even noticing the trap beneath him. As he tried to remove the ropes around you, as he turned around, the door was closed and fire started appearing "Oh shit, t-there was a trap?" He was trying to remove the ropes but it was too tight "Aha.. Don't worry we'll get out of h-here S/O! And we'll get that bastard later for doing this to you dear!" He started to breathe heavily, some smoke blocking his vision. He started to grow weaker "H-ha.. S/O i'm t-truly sorry.." he passed out, luckily people started to bust the door open. The people.. Gonta, and Kaito. With Tenko and the other people "S/O, KOKICHI!" Gonta yelled "Is there any water to put the fire out?" Tenko asked, she doesn't even care if the males save them she just wants them to be saved "I have it here!" Kaito yelled holding some fire grenades with him, he passed the fire grenades to everyone and they started to throw it in the fire

After some minutes, the fire stopped. The others rushed in there finding you two, they picked you two up and put you two in the dorms, Kirumi offered to heal you two. 1st degree burns.. a lot of bruises and blood on you. It took you two two days to wake up.. Kokichi woke up first "nghn.. uh what happened?" Kokichi asked, confused before realizing "ah!- is S/O okay! They better be okay!" Kokichi pouted, looking at Kirumi "they're okay, they just needed more rest then they'll be fine, no need to wory Kokichi. I attended to their injuries quickly after everyone pulled you two out of the fire, they are right next to you Kokichi." Kokichi looked next to him to see you beside him resting peacefully "oh damn, nishishi~" Kokichi looked at Kirumi "Can you leave? I have something to do, like a leader would do!" Kokichi just want to cuddle you actually. Kirumi did as he said, but she knew that he wanted to cuddle you after seeing you there beside him, she smiled.

Cuddling..

After some cuddling you woke up aswell due to his constant moving

"Mmmm Koshi..?" You groaned, half asleep. You rubbed your eyes for a bit "Heeeeey your awake noow! You take too long to wake up!" Kokichi childishly pouted, it's too adorable to be guilty with it, you laugh "That's not going to work in me, that's too adorable y'know?" Kokichi tried his scary face, it's a little intimidating. But it's still cute "still cute-" "Man can't you be scared of me!?" Kokichi cried out! Shaking his arms like a child

After you two were okay now, everyone besides one was trying to find the person who almost killed the both of you

It took 1-2 hours to find the the person who did this

It.. was Angie?

"Uhm.. Why did you try to kill S/O and uh, Ouma-san?" Shuichi asked Angie, who was tied up in a chair "Ahhh~ S/O wanted to give their blood to Atua! That's what Atua told Angie!~" Angie was cheerful as always. Almost everyone didn't believe that "Hey you almost killed me and my dearest S/O!" Kokichi wailed trying to attack Angie, but Gonta was holding onto him as Shuichi said, Angie laughed "S/O offered me some of their-" Shuichi isn't having none of it "Listen.. uhm, you almost killed S/O and Kokichi, how is that uh- related to Atua? And you started a fire for hell's sake...!" Shuichi yelled at Angie, Angie didn't smile. It sended chills on all of their spines.. it wasn't normal for her to not smile, since she always smiles. Seems like she isn't gonna talk for the time "Guys, please don't worry, i forgive her." You jumped in "WHAT? She almost killed you y'know!?" Kaito yelled "Yeah! The idiots right! Angie killed you!" "She's not dead you fuckin' brat!" Miu yelled at Kokichi "h-huh? That w-was uncalled for!" Oh dear now she messed up "W-Wai-" "WWWWWWAAAAAAAHHHHH!!" Kokichi wailed, annoying the others, especially Korekiyo, Kaito, and Maki. They left as soon Kokichi started to cry, except for Kaito-

"Like i said, i forgive her. I'm still alive anyways so that's good right?"

"You forgivable cutie.." Kokichi mumbles

»»———————————- ♡ ————————————««

*___Nagito Komaeda___*

He's a bit protective, you forgive people so easily. He doesn't mind if it's the hopeful people but, the despairful people?? Fuck no he won't let them go to you ever again, he has a quick eye. He'll catch them if they are looking at you

"S/O! Why do you forgive such despairing ugly humans, they hurted you!" Nagito spoke, angrily confused, you are filled with hope thats what he loves but you are a bit too considerate about *everyone's* feelings, even if it's a inanimate object you still refuse to break it.. you really are filled of hope.. too much hope "Huh? Why i forgive people all the time? Uhm... it's just my nature to forgive them, i am aware of how forgiveful i am. I forgive them, but that doesn't mean i like them, listen.. i forgive people but i stay away from them. I can understand when i forgive someone when they hurted me for so long, that's why you never see me with the people i know that hurted me Nagito." You try to give an explaination, of course. You know it isn't all but you decided to give an answer for him to know "S/O.. i.. i understand, how stupid am i to question such hope!" Nagito please calm down we care for you-

You saw him walking, bringing some stuff. Is.. is that poison? Spear, rope, speakers... what is he planning again? He walked inside the warehouse, you need to stop him from being reckless again. But you didn't move from your spot, you waited for a little while. Then you heard fireworks? Then.. running, everyone? They walked to the warehouse, Akane trying to bust the door open. You still stayed im your spot, trying to see if someone is doing stupid. Eventually Akane busted the door open, then you heard

Fire. What the hell? Wasn't Nagito in there? Shit.. You run in the warehouse

"NAGITO!!" you yelled, trying to get the fire canisters and threw them on the fire, it only made the fire more bigger? It's a fire canister.. isn't it suppose to put the fire out? Soon everyone moved and threw the individual fire canister's

Soon enough, the sprinklers put the fire out. You stood up "NAGITO ARE THERE!?" You tried to run in but Monokuma stopped you "Uh-Oh! Unfortuantely you can't be in here for now! Now get out so i can fix this damn warehouse!" You all got kicked out, after 6 minutes Monokuma appeared "Yahhoo, now it's finished now go in there you damn kids!" it's finally done.. honestly it felt like forever. But no time for that, you all ran in the warehouse "hmnn, i smell somethin'.." Akane's nose twitched like a beast when she said that "...That's probably because of the fire earlier.." Chiaki said, and Chiaki pointed out the there was space in the curtains from here, Hajime walked next to the curtain. You felt sick, it can't happen to him plea-

Ding dong bing bong! A body has been discovered! After a certain amount of time, a class trial will begin!

Screams, Kazuichi, Sonia.. and of course you.

You ran to his body begging that this isn't real "plEASE THIS ISN'T- ISN'T R-REAL" You sobbed, the others felt pity.. They tried to drag you away from his body, of course they did take you away from his body.

You eventually pass out from crying, too tired to investigate for the trial. They dragged you in the trial room, you wouldn't wake up so they had no choice but to drag you in the trial. Few minutes later you woke up

"N-Nagito.. set one of us as the killer..." what? Set one of us?

"Huh? What do you mean he set someone as the murderer..?" you asked in disbelief, Hajime explained what basically happened while you were asleep, you just stood there. You tried to focus, you threw a fire canister in the fire, but it only made the fire larger than before.

What...? This.. is unfair unfair- no.

»»———————————- ♡ ————————————««

"I know who did it." You spoke, interrupting their panicking which they snapped out of it when they looked at you "You only decide to talk now!?" Kazuichi yelled, obviously scared for his life "yeah" you nod "uhm.. may i ask who it is?" Sonia nervously asked, you sighed heavily "uh, it's me."

"W-what!? That can't be true! You saved me when i was starvin'!' Akane yelled out "Huuuuuhhh!? What the hell? S/O bought you some food?! That w-wasn't supposed to be allowed-" Monokuma looked dumbfounded until he was cut off "Who the hell cares!? They still saved me.." Akane looked down, it felt like Nekomaru's death all of a sudden..

Hajime and others felt like crying, you were like a leader trying to protect them even though you forgive people too easily "..." Chiaki didn't said anything, she just looked at you. You smiled at her "Do... do you forgive Komaeda-san for what happened S/O?" Chiaki asked "of course not! He set them up as the culprit you kno-" "Yes." You answered, ignoring Kazuichi's comment "hnm, you still forgive him? After he set you up S/O?" She tilt her head "yes, i know he must have a reason. He wouldn't kill someone for his own benifit, that's what i deduced, i believe he has a reason for this. He loves hope, he thinks me as his hope. He wouldn't just throw me away without an explanation, why would he call me a despairing person? I.. yes, i forgive him.." you lowered your head, you didn't understand any of this, why would he kill himself and you?

"Alrighty! Time to vote! Who would be chosen as the blackened?" Monokuma butted in the conversation "Goodbye everyone.. please remember me and everyone in this damned killing game." You smiled, looking at everyone. You are terrified of what kind of execution you have, but you tried to forget it.

This.. is goodbye for me.

S/O has been found guilty, time for the execution!

Right.. goodbye.

I forgive you all for..

*___Shuichi Saihara___*

The same with the two guys, he'll be pretty protective of you since you are so forgiving, there's a high chance you'll get killed because of your friendly nature and he doesn't want that to happen, not ever

"S-S/O, please try to be less considerate.. N-Not that you should be r-rude to anyone! I mean.. you s-shouldn't forgive p-people that easily, even if they are s-sorry. They hurted you uhm, S/O you don't have to feel o-obligated to forgive them." He hugged you, making you feel protected. You laughed

"Ahah, Shuichi. Thank you, i understand that i shouldn't forgive people that easily but, we really are just like that. No matter how many times they hurted us we forgive them. we people, are like that." You tighten the hug, smiling onto his chest

"S-S/O!" He screamed as he rushed towards you, you choking. He didn't realize he put in the poison instead the water.

"S/O DON'T DIE YET PLEASE" Shuichi was panicking, he is gonna murder his own S/O because he was losing sleep that he didn't realize that he put poison in your drink.

'Please pleaee please please please please please please please please please please please please pleaee please please please please please please please please'

..it....

..It was too late? He looked at your dead body.

"S-S/O.. I.. I'm so sorry... i'm such a failure.." he caressed your face. Sobbing, Before.

Ding dong bing bong! A body has been discovered, after a certain amount of time, a class trial will begin!

"WH-WHAT THE HELL!?" Miu screamed out, she rushed to hide in Kaito's back "EEEEEEIIIII, POOICHI IS THE MURDERER!" "What the hell Shuichi!" Kaito stumbled back a bit. Their screams of terror alerted the others, making Kaede, with Tsumugi and Rantaro on her trail.

"H-huh Shuichi!?" "Aaaauuuhh! The killing has started! It's much more different than Sakura's death on Danganronpa trigger happy hav-" "S-Shuichi.." Kaede, Tsumugi, and Rantaro reacted altogether, Rantaro ran towards Shuichi pushing him and trying to do something so he couldn't move "Anyone here have any rope? We need to tie him up first before questioning whats happened." Rantaro stated, looking up at the others "I-I'm sorry.." Rantaro looked down at Shuichi "you will have to explain yourself later, we don't know if you are the culprit, but be honest later on aight?" Shuichi didn't reply

Korekiyo walked in the scene, with a velvet colored rope in hand "i heard that you will be needing this, and so i give this rope to you Amami-san.." Korekiyo handed him the rope " Thanks Kiyo." Amami tied up Shuichi but didn't question on how Korekiyo found the rope but he isn't complaining "Kekehehe.. it is no problem Amami-san..." weirdo..

After they tied him up, they investigated the crime scene first before talking to him because that will waste their time, as they all went to the trial grounds, with Shuichi still tied up. Kaito guarding so he couldn't run away.

"So.. Shuichi, Why did you plan on killing your S/O. Your S/O." Rantaro said. Even if he is not your S/O he cared abiut you deeply, to just see your dead body fuels him with rage "Y-yeah.. Why Shuichi, you guys loved eachother so deeply, i don't understand why you k-killed them." Kaede tried not to sob, but horribly failed "I... i-i didn't mean to kill them, i was tired, stupid.. just vote me out already, i don't care if i die." .. Nobody tried to argue against him, he already admitted it, no point of arguing anyway

"Man you guys got it right! That was boring. an accidental death! Woohoo surely they wouldn't forgive him, he killed them. They wanted to live, yet. You.. killed... them! Puhuhuhu..lets get with on it, i have a special punishment for the ultimate detective, Shuichi Saihara!" Some of the people were clenching their fists, the ultimate detective.. was going to get executed "Let's give it everything we've got! It's... PUNISHMENT TIIIME!"

...

Huh? What..

What? Why is he, in a pod? He saw someone outside of the pod..is that? No way, S/O?

You opened the pod, smiling at him "well hello there Shuichi, it's so good to see you again." You held his hand, he looked dumbfounded, soon tears started to build up "S-S/O!" He hugged you tightly, not wanting to let go "I'm s-so sorry.. i didn't mean to kill you! I-i... you can hurt me, anything to make you satisfied with what happened.." Shuichi begged you to do it.. he's sobbing, he's so sorry "it's okay dear, i know you didn't mean it! I forgive you! I don't care how many times you hurt me, i'll always forgive you Shuhara. I love you too much for me to not forgive you, or anyone." You caressed his face, smiling softly at him.

"A-ah.." he looked down before smiling, you standed up and he followed what you did "Now, let's go and watch the others now Detective Shuhara."

"Of course."

╚═══════════════════════════╝

#🌸;; mod miaya #🌸;; Writings #🌸;; Anon #🌸;; Angst #kokichi x reader #kokichi oma x reader #kokichi ouma x reader #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa hcs #danganronpa imagines #nagito x reader #danganronpa x y/n #danganronpa headcanons #nagito komaeda x reader #shuichi saihara x reader #shuichi x reader

310 notes · View notes

just-dreaming-marvel · 3 years

Text

Out Of Time ~ 129

MASTERLIST

< previous chapter

Word Count: 3,050ish

Summary: The separate teams prepare for the battle against Thanos. (gifs aren’t mine)

Y/N was standing in front, staring at space as it whizzed by, when Tony came over and wrapped his arms around her from behind. He pressed a kiss just behind her ear, pulling her closer.

“What are you thinking about?” Tony whispered.

“How I’m suppose to be prepared for something, but I have no idea what,” Y/N whispered.

“The fate of the universe is not on you.”

“But it is, Tony… and there’s—“

“No.” He quickly, yet carefully, turned Y/N around to face him. “This is not on you.” His hands held Y/N’s face to look at him. “Whatever happens is not your fault.”

“You can’t say that. We don’t know what will happen yet.”

“You’re right, we don’t. But I will not let you feel the way you are feeling. And I promise, that I will not let anything happen to you.”

“I’m not worried about me… I’m worried about everyone else… it’s too much… it’s all too much…”

Her eyes were tearing up, and this was all breaking Tony’s heart. He pulled her into his chest, cradling her head. It was killing him to see her like this, but he really didn’t know how to fix it. Tony didn’t understand exactly what Y/N needed to do, and he was coming to the conclusion that she didn’t either.

The two could feel the engines begin to slow. With Tony keeping an arm around Y/N, the two looked through the large window. The ship was approaching a planet. Peter and Dr. Strange joined the couple by the window.

“Hey, what’s going on?” Peter asked.

“I think we’re here,” Strange replied.

“I don’t think this rig has a self-park function,” Tony said, looking around. He left Y/N’s side, waving Peter over to where he was going. “Get your hand into this steering gimbal. Close those around it. You understand?”

“Yep, got it,” Peter responded, quickly following Tony’s directions as Tony put one of his arms in it as well.

“This was meant for one big guy, so we gotta to move at the same time.”

“Okay. Okay. Ready.” Out the window, Y/N could see that the ship was heading straight for the center of some wreckage. “We might wanna turn. Turn! Turn! Turn!!”

Tony tapped his reactor, armoring up. “Y/N! Get over here!”

Before Y/N could reach Tony’s side, the ship clipped a piece of rumble on the planet, throwing Y/N to the side. Peter has his helmet come up as Dr. Strange stepped between them, creating a shield for the rough landing. As the ship, shook and plowed through the dirt, Y/N portaled herself over to Tony. She wrapped her arms around him to keep steady, only for them both to be thrown to the ground. Parts of the ship flew off before it finally came to a stop. Tony’s helmet disappeared as he searched Y/N for any injuries. He quickly noticed that her breathing was fast and her eyes were clenched shut.

“Honey, honey,” Tony called. “You’re okay. Hey, look at me. Look at me.” She shakily looked up at Tony from her position curled up into his side. “We are safe. You are okay. You’re not hurt. Right?”

“I… I’m… o-okay…” Y/N stuttered softly.

“You haven’t had something like that in awhile.” Tony sighed before kissing her head. “I’ll get us out of here. I promise.” Dr. Strange came over and helped them up. “You alright?” Tony asked Strange, who nodded. “That was close. I owe you one.”

“Let me just say,” Peter started, descending from above like a spider, “if aliens wind up implanting eggs in my chest or something, and I eat one of you, I'm sorry.”

Tony pointed at Peter. “I don't wanna hear another single pop culture out of you for the rest of the trip. You understand?”

“I'm trying to say that... something is coming.”

Suddenly, a grenade rolled into view and the foursome was thrown back as it fired an energy pulse. Three beings appeared in the doorway.

“THANOS!” A blue man yelled.

He flung a blade at Dr. Strange, who deflected it with a mystical shield and in return his cloak smothered the man’s face, throwing him to the floor. Y/N and Tony were quickly on their feet. One of the men went straight for Tony. They have a brief dogfight until a magnetic disc pinned Tony face first to a structure. An alien woman came up from behind Y/N, putting her hands on her head, entering her mind.

“Sleep,” the alien woman commanded. Y/N dropped to the floor, unconscious.

“Y/N!” Tony shouted.

The alien walked towards Peter, who was crawling back frantically. “AH!” Peter exclaimed. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Please don’t put your eggs in me!”

Peter shot a web at Mantis in a panic, pinning her arms to her body just before the man that attacked Tony flew at him feet-first, kicking him away.

“Stay down, clown!” The man ordered.

The man fired at Spider-man, who extended his spider legs and leapt away. Peter couldn’t get far before an electric-like cord wrapped around him and his six new legs. It set him rolling across the deck.

“Die, blanket of death!” The blue man cried, struggling with he cloak.

Tony pulled free of the magnet and stepped on the blue man’s torso. The cloak pulled free as soon as Tony had the man securely under his foot. The other man had Spider-Man in a head-lock, gun pointed at his head. Dr. Strange had a musical shield up and stood ready to attack. The alien woman struggled to her feet, still covered with webbing.

“Ugh…” Y/N groaned, slowing sitting up while holding her head.

“Y/N,” Tony called. “Are you—“

“Alright, everybody stay where you are!” The man holding Spider-Man in a headlock ordered. “Chill the F out.” The man powered off his helmet. “I’m gonna ask you this one time. Where’s Gamora?”

Tony hid his helmet as well. “Yeah, I'll do you one better,” Tony responded. “Who’s Gamora?”

“I’ll do you one better. Why is Gamora?” The man beneath Tony’s foot fired back.

“Tell me where the girl is, or I swear to you, I'm gonna French-fry this little freak,” the man holding Spider-Man threatened.

“Let's do it!” Tony responded, extending a nano-tech canon at the blue man. “You shoot my guy, I blast him. Let's go!”

“Do it, Quill! I can take it!” The blue man exclaimed.

“No, he can’t take it!” The alien woman replied.

“She’s right,” Dr. Strange said. “You can’t.”

"Oh yeah? You don't wanna tell me where she is?” Quill continued. “That's fine. I'll kill all four of you and beat it out of Thanos myself.” He looked at Spider-Man. “Starting with you.”

“Stop!” Y/N yelled, freezing everyone in place. She stood up. “No one is killing anyone!”

“Why can’t I—“

“She’s controlling us,” the alien woman stated. “She’s extremely powerful.”

“Wait, what? Thanos?” Dr. Strange questioned, realizing what Quill had said. “Alright, let me ask you this one time: What master do you serve?”

“What master do I serve?” Quill repeated. “What am I supposed to say? “Jesus”?"

“You’re from Earth?” Tony asked.

“I'm not from Earth. I'm from Missouri.”

“Yeah, that's on Earth, dip-shit. What are you hasseling us for?”

“So, you’re not with Thanos?” Spider-Man questioned.

“With Thanos?!” Quill repeated. “No, I'm here to kill Thanos! He took my girl- Wai- who are you?”

Spider-Man’s helmet disappeared. “We’re the Avengers, man.”

“Oh.”

“You’re the ones Thor told us about!” The alien woman stated.

“Thor,” Y/N breathed out, still keeping everyone in place.

“You know Thor?” Tony asked.

“Yeah,” Quill responded. “Tall guy, not that good-looking, needed saving.”

“Where is he now?” Dr. Strange asked.

“With our other friends, going to make a weapon,” the woman responded.

“Y/N, you can let us go know,” Tony said.

With a deep breath, Y/N let everyone be free. They all moved to standing positions, Tony beside Y/N.

“So you’re Y/N?” The woman walked up to her. “Thor mentioned you.”

“Really?” Y/N questioned.

“He said you were powerful,” Quill stated. “But he also said you were on Earth.”

“Yeah, guess not all Thor says is true.”

“Star-Lord, by the way,” Quill introduced himself.

“Right,” Tony nodded. “I’m Iron Man. This is Dr. Strange and Spider-Man.” He pointed to the others he introduced.

“I’m Drax,” the blue man said.

“And I’m Mantis,” the alien woman added.

“Okay, now that introductions are out of the way,” Tony started, “let’s go see what’s out there.”

Grabbing Y/N’s hand, Tony led her, and the others, towards an opening in the ship. The planet outside had clearly been through something war-like, and there was no sign of life anywhere. Star-Lord went down on one knee, getting out some sort of device.

“The heck happened to this planet?” He wondered. “It’s eight degrees off its axis.” He stood up. “Gravitational pull is all over the place.”

“Yeah, we can see that,” Y/N commented, looking at Mantis who was jumping joyfully high up in the air behind Star-Lord.

“Yeah, we got one advantage. He’s coming to us,” Tony stated. “We'll use it. All right, I have a plan. Or at least the beginnings of one. It's pretty simple. We draw him in, pin him down, get what we need. Definitely don't wanna dance with this guy. We just want the gauntlet.” Drax then choose this time to yawn. “Are you yawning? In the middle of this, while I'm breaking it down? Huh? Did you hear what I said?”

“I stopped listening after you said, "We need a plan.”” Drax replied.

“Okay, Mr. Clean is on his own page.”

“See, "not winging it" isn't really what they do,” Star-Lord responded.

“Uh, what exactly is it that they do?” Spider-Man asked.

“Kick names, take ass,” Mantis answered, meekly.

“Yeah, that’s right,” Drax agreed.

Tony paused, looking deeply hopeless. Quietly, Y/N’s breathing hitched as her head started buzzing. Thankfully, Tony didn’t notice to worry about it.

“Alright, just get over here, please,” Tony continued. “Mr. Lord, can you get your folks to circle up?”

“‘Mr. Lord’,” Star-Lord repeated with a chuckle. “Star-Lord is fine.” He motioned Drax and Mantis to come closer.

“We gotta coalesce. 'Cause if all we come at him with is a plucky attitude—“

“Dude, don't call us plucky. We don't know what it means. Alright, we're optimistic, yes. I like your plan. Except it sucks, so let me do the plan, and that way it might be really good.”

“Tell him about the dance-off to save the universe,” Drax urged.

“A dance-off?” Y/N repeated, trying to ignore the buzzing.

“It’s not a… it’s not… it’s nothing,” Star-Lord stuttered.

“Like in Footloose, the movie?” Spider-Man wondered.

“Exactly like Footloose! Is it still the greatest movie in history?”

“It never was.”

“Don’t encourage this, alright?” Tony told Peter.

“Okay.”

“We’re getting no help from Flash Gordon here.”

“Flash Gordon?” Star-Lord repeated. “By the way, that's a compliment. Don't forget, I'm half human.” He pointed at Y/N, Tony, and Parker. “So that 50% of me that's stupid? That's 100% you.”

“Your math is blowing my mind.”

“Excuse me,” Mantis nervously interrupted. “But… does your friend often do that?”

Everyone looked in the direction Mantis was pointing. Floating slightly above the ground, was Dr. Strange clearly using the Time Stone. Strange was cross-legged with green energy forming circular patterns around his forearms. His eyes were closed and his head jerked rapidly from side to side, blurring. The others went to his side.

As Y/N grew closer, a green strand of energy slowing touched her head. She froze and her eyes shone green. Everyone was too busy with Strange to notice though. Her vision quickly changed. It was dark at first, but slowly each of the Stones shined on a gauntlet. The fingers snapped and her field of vision was suddenly filled with people screaming and disappearing into ash. She looked around for anyone she knew, no one was recognizable.

Quickly, the setting changed. She was standing on a war-torn battle, that was vaguely familiar. Hundreds, if not thousands, of people and aliens were battling each other. She recognized many of those people as her family, her friends. They were dirty, bloody, and clearly fighting for their lives. Y/N looked around to see Thanos fighting herself.

“In five years time, the final battle will commence,” the Stones gravely voice filled her ears. “This is where you will be needed… If you try to stop what happens here today, we will stop you.”

Outside Y/N’s mind, Tony had made his was to Strange.

“Strange, we alright?” Tony wondered. Strange snapped out of his trance and fell forward, letting out a cry. “You’re back. You’re alright.” Tony steadied him.

“Hey, what was that?” Peter asked.

“I went forward in time to view alternate futures,” Strange Panted. “To see all the possible outcomes of the coming conflict.”

“How many did you see?” Star-Lord wonders.

“14,000,605.”

“How many did we win?” Tony asked.

Strange stared intently at Tony for a moment, almost sad like. Before looking past him at Y/N. “One.”

Everyone turned to look where Strange was looking. Y/N was still standing, with green eyes and green energy encircling her head. Tony rushed over, grasping Y/N by the arms.

“Y/N!” Tony called, trying gently to shake her out of whatever was happening. “Come on, honey. Push through!”

~~~

The quinjet ride to Wakanda was full of silent tension, silent worry. No one knew what exactly was coming, or how to stop it.

“Drop 2600, heading 0-3-0,” Steve instructed, walking up behind Sam who was piloting.

“I hope you’re right about this, Cap,” Sam said. “Or we’re gonna land a lot faster than you want to.”

From the looks of it, they were heading straight for the trees. But as the quinjet continued on, the tree were revealed to be a camouflage force field and the grand city of Wakanda appeared. Once they landed, Steve and Natasha exited first, with Rhodey, Bruce, Wanda, Vision, and Sam behind them.

“Seems like I’m always thanking you for something,” Steve stated as he reached out to shake T’Challa’s.

T’Challa shook Steve’s hand before looking at Bruce. “Uh, we don’t do that here,” T’Challa said, waving for Bruce to stop. “So how big of an assault can we expect?” T’Challa turned around and the team began following after him.

“Uh, sir, I think you can expect quite a big assault,” Bruce answered, trying to push his way closer to the front.

“How we looking?” Nat asked.

“You will have my King’s Guard, the Border Tribe, the Dora Milaje, and…” T’Challa trialed off, as Bucky walked up to the others.

“A semi-stable, 100-year-old man,” Bucky joked. With smiles on their faces, Steve and Bucky shared a hug.

“How you been, Buck?” Steve asked.

“Uh, not bad, for the end of the world,” he replied with a smile. “Have you… uh, have you heard from Y/N?”

“Unfortunately, no,” Steve shook his head and sighed. “But I have heard she’s been sneaking around with you and Stark. You’re going to have to tell me all about it as soon as this is through.”

Bucky let out a light laugh. “As long as you buy the beer.”

~~~

Leaving Rhodey, Bucky, and Sam to watch from outside, the rest went and met Shuri in her lab. Vision laid down on an exam table while Shuri used her technology to create a hologram projection of the Mind Stone above him. Bruce was on the other side of the table, watching her very movement.

“Whoa. The structure is polymorphic,” Shuri stated.

“Right, we had to attach each neuron non-sequentially,” Bruce told her.

“Why didn’t you just reprogram the synapses to work collectively?” Shuri asked. Vision turned to Bruce, seemingly asking the same thing with his eyes.

“Because, we didn’t think of it,” Bruce answered with uncertainty.

“I’m sure you did your best,” Shuri reassured with a smile.

“Can you do it?” Wanda asked.

“Yes, but there are more than two trillion neurons here. One misalignment could cause a cascade of circuit failures.” Shuri turned to T’Challa. “It will take time, brother.”

“How long?” Steve asked, stepping closer to them.

“As long as you can give me.”

A chime went off and Okoye quickly projected a hologram globe into her palm. “Something’s entered the atmosphere,” Okoye informed.

“Hey, Cap, we got a situation here,” Sam warned over the comms.

Almost as soon as his words ended, a forcefield formed over the city. Bucky and Sam watched as alien vessels landed outside the barrier. One of them tried to go through, getting destroyed.

“Gosh, I love this place,” Bucky said.

“Yeah, don’t start celebrating yet, guys,” Rhodey warned. “We got incoming outside the dome.”

The landing vessels emitted shock waves and debris, destroying the forest. The Captain and the King looked at each other, both deeply concerned. Vision struggled to sit up and slide off the exam table, holding onto his side.

“It’s too late,” he said. “We need to destroy the stone now.”

“Vision, get your ass back on the table,” Nat demanded.

“We will hold them off,” T’Challa stated as he and his guards started for the door.

Steve turned to Wanda. “Wanda, as soon as the stone’s out of his head… you blow it to hell,” He instructed.

“I will,” Wanda replied.

“Evacuate the city. Engage all defense procedures,” T’Challa commanded. He stopped before fully exiting the room, turned, and pointed to Steve. “And get this man a shield.”

Steve looked out the window, watching the ships crash land outside the barrier. He couldn’t help but wonder what all this had to do with his sister exactly. But there was a bigger question than that in his mind, a more important question.

“Where the hell are you, Y/N?” He whispered to himself.

next chapter >

NOTES: from now on the taglist when be added by a reblog. I will reblog it using my second account, @just-dreaming-marvel-2. Just so that my main page doesn’t get too cluttered.

If you want to be added to the tag list, please dm me or send in an ask.

#tony stark x reader #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #the avengers x reader #avengers x reader #marvel x reader #tony stark imagine #bucky barnes imagine #iron man x reader #marvel imagine #marvel imagines #tony stark #Bucky Barnes #Avengers #infinity war #Avengers infinity war #the infinity stones

194 notes · View notes