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Ch 11 - The Ice Man Job

Series Rewrite Masterlist

Pairing: Eliot Spencer x Ford!Reader

Description: With Sophie gone to find herself, the crew is out a grifter. This leads to Hardison getting a little cocky when clearing their client's name from a diamond theft.

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The room felt a bit empty with Sophie gone; I could tell Parker felt the same as she shifted across the couch, trying to fill the space during the briefing. Hardison stood at the front of the room telling us about Jim Kerrity who was in charge of Kerrity Diamonds. In his four years of being in charge, he’s run the business into the ground by living beyond his means with addictions and party expenditures.

Eventually Hardison was getting annoyed with Parker’s shifting, “What? Why? What are you doing?” He asked her.

“What?” She replied.

“It’s distracting,” Eliot exclaimed.

“The couch is feeling a little empty,” she explained, her voice a little distressed.

“Eliot, sit next to Parker,” Nate said.

“No, I’m sitting here!”

I turned to Parker from my curled up position on the edge, “I can try to spread out a bit, would that help?”

Her face scrunched in a frown, trying to think.

“Guys, guys,” Nate interjected, “We all miss Sophie, I… We just have to adapt.”

“I got this,” Hardison said, walking towards Parker, “Move, go. Bye, go.” He motioned for her to scootch to the center of the couch and sat next to her. “You happy?” He asked, only continuing in the briefing once she nodded.

“Kerrity’s finances are a mess. Maxed out, maxed out, overdrawn,” Hardison explained. “According to the insurance claim, he stands to gain nine million from the armored car robbery.”

“A guy like this gets in over his head and the insurance policy starts to look attractive,” Nate summed up.

“Hires a couple of thugs, knocks off his own truck,” Eliot said.

“It’s a sweet payout, too,” Hardison admitted. “He gets the insurance claim, plus he still has the diamonds.”

“Mmhmm, and honest people like Joey take the heat,” Eliot finished.

“The thing about this that people don’t understand is insurance fraud, it’s a lot of red tape,” Nate explained, “and with a big claim like this it’ll take a year before Kerrity sees any money. Bill collectors are not gonna wait around.”

“He’s gotta fence the diamonds,” Eliot said.

“He can’t,” Parker stated.

“What?” I asked, everything moving a bit fast.

“His diamonds are GIA certified VVS clarity, all about two carats,” Parker rattles off, stealing the remote from Hardison.

“That’s my clicker,” Hardison pointed out, annoyed.

“Who stole the Polar Star?” Parker asked, raising her hand, “Who stole the Gem of Gibraltar? Damiani Raid? Me. I know diamonds, and our bad guy can’t fence those diamonds because stones that size have an ID number laser-inscribed on them.”

The screen zoomed in on a diamond to show this tiny ID number etched into the side, proving her point.

“Like a stolen car. You’ve gotta clean the VIN before you sell ‘em,” Eliot concluded.

“How do you get that ID off?” I asked.

“With a special laser,” Parker answered, “But only three guys can do it. Antwerp, Dubai, Tel Aviv.”

“And as of right now, Boston. Right?” Nate said, standing in front of us. “Kerrity has to move his diamonds, so we convince him that we’re the only people who can make them clean enough to move.”

“Get them to bring the diamonds to us,” Hardison said.

“And when he shows up, uh…” Nate paused, “Oh, Hardison, can you put the crime scene photos…?”

Hardison took the clicker remote back from Parker and put the photos up. The photo showed our client, Joey, sitting in the armored truck with a paramedic tending to his wounded shoulder. There was a man standing to the side talking to him, a notebook in hand.

“State police guy, Lieutenant Bonanno,” Eliot introduced the man.

“Yeah. So we drop Kerrity on his lap with the stolen diamonds,” Nate explained, “Lieutenant Bonanno drops the hammer. Our guy gets cleared, gets his job back.”

“Pardon me, but I don’t mean to stop the fun train,” Eliot interjected. “We’re out a grifter here.”

“I know who we can call,” Parker volunteered.

“Now, we’re not gonna call Sophie,” Nate disagreed. “No, she has asked for space, and we’re gonna honor that. No. Hardison, Y/n, you are gonna be our grifters.”

Hardison leaned forward with a smile, “I’m listening.”

“What? No.” Eliot shook his head in disbelief.

“Is it too late for me to pretend like I don’t know about,” I waved my hands around the room, “this whole operation?”

“Yes,” Nate answered me and Eliot at the same time, “Parker, you’ll be the roper.”

“What?” She asked puzzledly.

“Cute dress, heels, you’ll be fine.”

“Sure, I’ll be fine,” Parker whispered to herself.

I looked at her and could feel the anxiety rolling off of her. I nudged her shoulder to catch her attention. Once she looked at me, I nodded reassuringly at her, “We’ll be okay, we’ll figure it out. You’re not alone, we’ll help each other.”

She nodded a bit more firmly, but I could tell she was still anxious.

“Eliot, you’ll be the muscle,” Nate continued.

A little while later, I found Parker hiding under the counter, talking to someone on the phone. I stood in the kitchen, quietly listening. It didn’t take long to figure out that she was talking to Sophie as Parker explained the situation to her.

“I will not be fine,” she exclaimed, “I stabbed that guy with a fork!”

Well, I didn’t know that little detail.

“Parker, Parker, relax” Sophie soothed, her voice softly coming through the phone, just loud enough for me to hear. “It’s fine. Listen. Go to Nate’s storage cupboard and you're gonna find a sexy little mini-dress and my emergency Jimmy Choos.”

“Jimmy who? You have a body in Nate’s closet?”

“Shoes, Parker. Didn’t I teach you any...? Alright listen, this is the important bit. Do you still have the Rosalind Diamond you stole in Perth?”

“Yes,” she answered.

I huffed out a breath, I really shouldn’t be surprised.

“Wear it. The diamond will speak for you. You won’t have to say a word,” Sophie said. “This is the key to the grift. You just trust the character. Say nothing. Trust the diamond.”

“I can do that,” Parker relented. “Don’t tell Nate I called.”

“I won’t,” she reassured.

Parker caught my eye as she crawled out from under the counter. I motioned that my lips were sealed which helped her relax a little bit. Now to see if Sophie’s advice proved successful.

Parker was able to keep her cool and lead Kerrity to the back of the bar where Hardison, Eliot, and I were waiting, playing pool.

“No,” Hardison slammed his cue on the table once he saw them turning the corner. “Come here, what have I said? What have I said about new people, huh?”

I raised my eyebrow at Eliot at Hardison’s attitude and accent. He just rolled his eyes in response before he slammed Kerrity into the pool table.

“Hey, it's okay,” Parker said, “This guy works in diamonds. He wants to talk business or something.”

“Alright,” Hardison relented. “Lay the arms down brother. He’s cool.”

Eliot let him up with a shove.

“You’ll have to excuse my bodyguard. He’s touchy. It’s ‘cuz he’s a mute. Alright?”

I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing at Eliot’s pissed off expression.

“Yeah, well, my bodyguards don’t talk much either,” Kerrity responded, as three intimidating looking men entered the area.

“Well, looks like we found our armored car robbers,” Nate said through comms.

I hummed quietly, noting the conclusion.

Some dominance had to be established, some control. Hardison and Eliot saw it too, and after a look was shared, Eliot got one of the so-called ‘bodyguards’ into an arm lock behind his back, using him as a shield when another guard had drawn a gun.

“Going to shoot through your own man?” I asked the one with the gun. He had a look in his eye that said he was seriously considering it.

His eyes flicked to me, a look of recognition noting that I was in play. “To be honest with you, I never liked him,” he said in a noticeable Russian accent.

“Legit,” Hardison said. “Goon squad and all, isn’t it? Stand down.”

There was a tense beat before the Russian lowered his weapon. I stepped around the pool table and placed a hand on Eliot’s shoulder right as he released the man he was holding. My hand slid off as I stepped past him, perching myself on the table, placing myself more front and center.

“Jim Kerrity,” he introduced himself.

“You’re Jim Kerrity? Kerrity Diamonds?” Hardison asked. “Brother, you got it all last week.”

“The heist. Yes, that was me.”

“So, did you use these fellas here, or hire out?” I asked, making a show of examining my nails. I could see out of the corner of my eye that Eliot had closed the gap, ready to step in front of me if necessary.

“We’re in the business, Jimmy boy. I can smell an inside job,” Hardison explained.

“So what do you do in the business, Mr…?”

“I’m a thief.They call me… The Ice Man,” Hardison said with a smug smile.

I rolled my eyes just as Nate repeated the name questioningly.

“No, Hardison, you have to have a light touch. Undersell,” Nate said.

“What kind of thief calls themselves a thief?” Kerrity asked.

“An arrogant one,” I responded. I offered my hand to Kerrity, which he took just the fingers, and turned it with a slight bow of his head.

“Doesn’t matter, I have the reputation to prove it,” Hardison rebutted, annoyedly. “This is my assistant-”

“Annaka,” I cut in, “and I prefer ‘his more subtle associate.’”

Kerrity smiled, looking me up and down, “I don’t suppose you have a boyfriend, do you?”

Eliot took a half step forward, giving Kerrity the hint to back up. I simply gave him a tight smile, not answering his question. I did dress up a little bit, a blouse and nice pants. I wanted to look nice, but professional. The fact that he still felt the need to comment and shoot his shot made my skin crawl a bit.

“I’m sure you’ve seen my work in Perth. The Polar Star? Nicked it.The Gem of Gibraltar? Nicked it,” Hardison bragged, which pulled the attention back to himself.

I looked to Parker who started to pace behind him as he continued to use her thefts for his reputation.

“Then I shouldn’t be seen talking to you,” Kerrity concluded.

“Right, right, right. Cause two criminals can’t talk business while shootin’ pool. Bitch of it is nickin’ ‘em’s butter…” Hardison trailed off.

“Moving them is the issue,” I finished, “I’m sure you know something about that.”

“Yes, especially with those inscribed ID numbers,” Kerrity agreed.

“There are ways around that,” I commented.

“I got this laser, see,” Hardison continued, “Only one in the country, mind you. This thing, I had to bring over piece by soddin’ piece from Turkmenistan. It can scrub and ID clean off any diamond. Re-virginized.”

“And what kind of fee do you charge for such a service?” Kerrity asked.

“Thirty percent,” Hardison answered.

“Five percent.”

“Thirty percent,” Hardison reiterated.

“No way in hell.”

“That’s the discounted rate, brother. Cause anything lower than that is an insulted rate, cause it's an insult to me, savvy?”

I jumped in to even out the tension, “You said it yourself, Kerrity, it’s a very specialized service. If you can somehow transport your diamonds elsewhere, get someone else to do it, be our guest.” I slid off the pool table and returned to my spot on the end, grabbing my pool cue, “I will say, good luck executing that, let alone getting a better rate.” I began to rechalk my cue, not trusting myself to take a shot just yet.

“You, uh, you ring me when you wisen up, hear?” Hardison said, writing his phone number on a napkin.

Kerrity looked at the napkin for a moment before throwing it on the table, “Thanks, but no thanks, brother.” He swiftly walked away.

The Russian walked up and grabbed the napkin carefully before walking away, following Kerrity.

I let out a sigh in relief once they were gone. I finally leaned down and took a shot, hissing when the ball glanced off a corner, just out of the pocket.

“Close,” Eliot commented before taking his own shot, sinking it easily, and moving on to the next one.

“Why do I even bother?” I asked myself.

Eliot stepped up next to me, “You’ve gotta start somewhere, we’ll just have to practice more in the pub.”

“Hey,” Hardison cut in, “You can’t talk, remember?”

“Dammit, Hardison!” Eliot exclaimed, continuing to shoot pool, finishing the game quickly. He continued to berate him saying that it was stupid.

As he shot each ball in, one after the other, I couldn’t help but focus on how he’d said that we should practice. The fact he wanted to do it together warmed my heart a little bit. As I started to imagine it, I couldn’t stop the image of Eliot looking at Mikel from the last job popping into my head. The image of Eliot’s blush when Mikel brought out handcuffs flashed before I fought it down. It shouldn’t have bothered me, it was none of my business. We were coworkers, friends at best. Still, I could enjoy the feelings he gave me and the moments we had together.

Once Eliot sunk his last shot, he left the bar. I helped clean up before the rest of us followed him.’

“Ice Man?” Eliot asked Hardison once we got back to Nate’s apartment.

“Hey, I put a lot of work into that character,” Hardison defended. “No, no, no, I bought new clothes, ugly as hell, too.”

“You got that right,” I whispered to Parker and she smiled at me.

“This always happens when you go on the grift, Hardison,” Eliot said, “you go way too big.”

“You have to have some subtlety,” I commented.

“Yeah, Sophie told me to say as little as possible,” Parker explained, “let the character do the work.”

“When did, uh, Sophie say that?” Nate asked, walking down the stairs into the common area of the apartment.

“A long time ago,” Parker said quickly, “maybe last Christmas. I don’t even think it was Sophie.”

Nate wasn’t quite convinced, but moved on anyway, straightening his tie, “I’m gonna go put more pressure on Kerrity. I want you guys to be on the clear-out. Ice Man, play it cool. That’s just an awful, awful name.”

“Genius,” Hardison tried to correct in his character’s accent.

“See?” Eliot said. “When you get in too deep on this, I ain’t bailin’ your ass out.”

“I don’t need you to bail me out. I’m the Ice Man.”

“Not. Gonna. Help.” Eliot emphasized again.

I laughed at their expressions, clearly annoyed at each other. “Well, what’s done is done. Let’s just hope we can still pull this off. Even with Hardison’s accent,” I continued to laugh at myself as I retreated to my apartment.

It didn’t take long after Nate put some pressure on Kerrity as an insurance guy that Kerrity called Hardison to set up a meeting to see the laser at work. Parker, Eliot, and I drove to the lab where we were going to ‘borrow’ a laser.

Once we pulled up, Eliot was on the phone with someone, but Parker and I could only hear his side of the conversation: “I know. He’s driving me crazy. How, huh? I’m back up, they can’t rely on me. Alright, alright. Hey… thanks. Don’t tell Nate I called.”

“Who was that?” Parker asked.

Eliot hesitated, “Cable company.”

Parker and I shared a look before I handed her the duffle bag from Eliot’s truck bed and sent them into the lab. Parker and Eliot went in and cleared out the lab with a chemical exposure evacuation, leaving it empty for our purposes. They set up a camera so Nate could see what was going on, and got ready for Kerrity’s arrival.

I stayed in the parking lot waiting for Kerrity to pull in. I timed my approach into the building to run into him and walk him into the lab.

“Mr. Kerrity, so glad you could make it,” I said, meeting him just before the door.

He opened the door for me, “Pleasure is mine, Ms. Annaka.”

I led him and the Russian he brought with him through the hallways to the lab where Parker and Eliot were waiting.

“Where is Mr. Ice?” Kerrity asked once we stepped inside.

“He’s late,” Parker responded, “He’s always late.”

There was a roar of an engine outside. We all glanced out and watched as Hardison pulled up in a red Ferrari.

“Hmm. Subtle,” Kerrity commented.

“While he walks in,” I said, “May I see the stone?”

Kerrity presented the diamond, “Two carats. Very few flaws, my salesman said.”

I pulled out a jewelry loupe, a type of mini magnifying glass, that I picked up somewhere and examined the stone. I found the ID number, though it was still too small to quite read it. I commented that I found it and examined the body of the stone. I had little to no idea what I was looking for, but I figured he didn’t either.

I finally looked up at him, “It’s a good stone, Mr. Kerrity. It should do nicely.”

Just as I had said so, Hardison walked into the lab with smug grandeur, “The Ice Man cometh.” He gestured to the machine on the table, “Let me introduce you to my laser, Glinda. You see, I found that laser fluences below the diamond graphitization threshold are most effective. Wouldn’t you say?”

Eliot and I made eye contact and shook our heads when Kerrity and the Russian weren’t looking. He was doing too much.

“Yeah,” Kerrity hesitantly agreed. Clearly not knowing what the heck he said, like the rest of us.

“The diamond?” Hardison asked.

Kerrity gestured to me as I handed the stone over to Hardison. I was tempted to make an ‘oops, I lost it’ joke, but knew that wasn’t wise, for both the tension and the character.

Hardison examined it, “She’s a beaut. Sheila, get me a pop.” He didn’t even look at Parker when he asked which I could tell she didn’t appreciate, even through her hard neutral expression.

“Because this will be classified IF, an internally flawless two-carat round cut diamond, it should be easy to oblate,” Hardison continued, placing the diamond in place for the laser.

Parker was out grabbing a cubic zirconia from a neighboring lab to replace the diamond while grabbing that pop.

“How is this gonna fool him?” She asked Nate.

“He’s not looking at the diamond, he’s looking at the ID number,” he responded.

“ID numbers are etched at a depth between five and seven microns,” Hardison explained while the laser ran around the diamond. “Using nanoblation, the UV laser pulses irradiate the etching.”

Parker walked in then with an open can of pop and handed it to Hardison.

“Thank you, sweets.”

Kerrity turned to me, “I haven’t seen you contribute much to this partnership.”

I smiled softly, nodding towards Hardison, “He likes to show off in front of new clients, I don’t mind being more behind the scenes.”

He hummed curiously before turning back to Hardison who was taking the diamond out of the machine. I saw Hardison’s switch of the diamond for the cubic zirconia, only because I was looking for it. He handed the fake stone over to Kerrity to examine. Kerrity took it and looked it over with his own loupe.

There was a tense moment when Kerrity looked at Hardison before he said, “It’s like it was never there.”

“I could do the rest in a day, but I’m only here for another week. I’ve got a thing in Antwerp.”

“Alright,” Kerrity said, “let’s, uh, let’s do it tomorrow?”

“Done.”

“Excellent. Mr. Ice, Ms. Annaka.” Kerrity then left the lab with his Russian companion close behind.

“Alright, nice work guys,” Nate said through comms. “Tomorrow, when he shows up with the diamonds, the state police will be there.”

“Why, so they can arrest Hardison’s ego?” Eliot asked as we exited the building.

“They better bring some extra large handcuffs,” I laughed.

“Be cool, baby. Ice cool,” Hardison replied. “Hey, who wants to go for a spin?”

“Can’t believe you rented a Ferrari,” Eliot said.

“Rented?”

“I’ll get a ride home with Eliot,” Parker said.

“Maybe some other time, Hardison,” I responded, “I’m kinda tired, gonna lay down in Eliot’s back seat.”

Hardison scoffed, “Y’all are just jealous,” but we were already crossing the parking lot.

I did just what I said I was going to when I crawled in the back seat, leaving Parker and Eliot up front. I had to curl up a bit, but it was decently comfortable on the worn seat, making it soft.

“Hey, you alright?” Eliot asked once he pulled out of the parking lot.

“Yeah, I think I was just stressed, and now that this is almost over-” I yawned, “I’m just a bit tired is all.”

Eliot adjusted his rear view mirror a touch so he could make eye contact with me through it, “Well, ya did good. You deserve some rest.” I could feel the sincerity, even through the mirror and sunglasses he was wearing. I smiled and nodded at him, silently thanking him.

Parker then turned and reached a hand towards me which I took with a squeeze, “Yeah, look at us, being grifters. I didn’t even stab anyone!”

“I’m proud of us, Parker,” I said, squeezing her hand one more time before taking my hand back and curling it next to me. My eyes then closed of their own accord, the steady hum of the engine lulling me, if not asleep, away from active wakefulness.

Eventually we got back to the pub and Nate and I’s apartments. I slightly stirred when Eliot turned his truck off, but I couldn’t quite wake myself up until he placed a hand on my shoulder, calling my name. His hand was warm, the gentle movement slowly pulled me out of the slumber I had slipped into. I admit I was slow to move, but Eliot and Parker were patient with me until I got to my door. I trudged through my entry way to my couch, my limbs were heavy, as if I had been physically working all day for the past week. I must have been tense, holding all the stress in my body, for the past two days, trying to be natural and convince Kerrity of our legitimateness.

Oh the irony.

I collapsed on the cushions, letting out a sigh in relief. If all went to plan, tomorrow I wouldn’t even have to play a character. It would all be in the police’s hands then.

It didn’t seem like I was out for very long when Parker was standing above me, practically dragging me off my couch.

“Did I forget to lock my door?” I asked, still waking up.

“No,” she responded simply.

“What’s going on?”

“Hardison got kidnapped by the Russians.”

“Oh.”

We walked through the door to find Eliot angrily shoving an earbud in place, “Tell Hardison if he makes it out alive, I’m gonna snap him in half.”

“Uh, Eliot says hi,” Nate said, apparently into the comms to Hardison. “So what’s the plan there, Ice Man?”

I pulled my own earbud from my pocket and put it in, just in time to hear Hardison explain it, somewhat tactfully in the midst of… company.

“Just so I’m clear, you want me to help break into Kerrity’s vault and steal his diamonds?”

“Oh, beautiful,” Nate commented.

“So, what you’re sayin’ is we’re gonna explode through the ceiling of a tunnel, use a det cord and climb into the vault through the floor?”

“Det cord,” Eliot honed in. “That’s how they blew the armored truck.”

“Exploding through the floor will set the sensor off,” Parker said. “Tunnel’s a terrible way in.”

“Hardison, you’re gonna tell ‘em their plan won’t work,” Nate said.

“Tunnel is a horrible way in,” Parker reemphasized.

“I heard you Parker.”

We listened as Hardison relayed the news, which didn’t seem to go over well with the Russians to the point where Hardison had to commit to getting them in the vault.

“Oh, yes. Of course you will,” Nate said, “Now listen. Hardison, you’re gonna have to figure out a way to buy some time so we can get you outta this. Yeah, get busy.” Nate then took his earpiece out with frustration.

Nate was typing on Hardison’s computer for a little bit before he eventually said, “Guys, guys, I can’t make any sense of Hardison’s files.”

I gestured to it, pulling the computer a bit closer to me, sorting through files to see if there was anything I recognized.

“Do you think you can…?” Nate asked me.

I shook my head, “No idea, probably not.” I had helped Hardison out with some of his technical stuff a time or two, but he did most of the heavy lifting.

“You can’t track him,” Eliot pointed out, “he’s the one that does the tracking.”

“Well maybe he left it on,” Nate hoped.

“Unlikely,” I said, sorting through more files, all of them encrypted.

“What if we tell him to make a run for it?” Parker suggested.

“They’ll kill him,” Eliot answered.

“Well, if he goes along with their plan, they’ll get arrested,” Parker pointed out.

“We gotta find another way for Hardison to break in,” Nate concluded.

“We need a closer look at the vault,” Parker said.

“I’m working on it,” Nate said.

Parker held a small can to us, “Hairspray, you’ll need this.”

“Let me ask you a question, man,” Eliot said. “If Hardison helps these Russians steal the evidence, how are we gonna prove Kerrity set up the robbery?”

“I’m working on it,” Nate stuttered. He gathered his clipboard and papers needed for his insurance agent persona. Parker handed him the can of hairspray; Nate took it and waved at us, “Do not call Sophie.” Nate then dashed out of the apartment, supposedly to Kerrity’s shop.

I worked for a little bit longer on Hardison’s laptop, trying to find anything that could help, but every time I thought I was close to cracking into something useful, I hit a dead end. I sighed, I would have to have Hardison teach me some of this stuff with his systems in case something like this happened again. When I was just about to give up, Nate got to Kerrity’s shop, and a notification popped up that a connected camera was in use. I cast the video onto the large screen in the living room so we could see what he was doing.

Nate had a camera pen directed at Kerrity’s vault to gain more information, mostly for Parker, and for Hardison to relay to the Russians to pretend he knew what he was doing.

“RGB keypad, let me see,” Parker said, “Move the camera to the left… No, vault left. Alright, then you have to do this my way. Remove the sensor while keeping the magnetic field intact. You are going to need a four inch by four inch aluminum plate, double sided tape, and a phillips head screwdriver.”

I slumped into the couch, watching Parker analyze the vault and listening to Hardison relay the information to the Russians. Eliot stood next to Parker, his focus as sharp as ever. The truth of the matter was, everyone here knew at least something that might help Hardison, but I was still stuck dead in the water. I watched, trying to learn.

Kerrity kept listing more safety features inside the vault: pressure sensitive tiles, two cameras monitored by a twenty four hour guard and Kerrity himself, seismic sensor, heat sensors, and motion sensors. This was becoming more and more difficult by the minute.

“Hardison’s not gonna be able to do anything if the heat sensors are on,” Eliot said.

“Nate, use the hairspray,” Parker instructed. “It creates a film that blocks the heat.”

Nate distracted Kerrity long enough to follow through. Then Kerrity told Nate about the security fog that fills the room after the alarm goes off; this fog makes visibility zero. To make matters worse, it would be triggered by any one of the other sensors.

“How bad is it?” Nate asked quietly once Kerrity was out of earshot.

“There’s no way Hardison’s gonna be able to break into that vault,” Parker said matter-of-factly.

“What is Hardison going to do?” Hardison asked, without the accent, so he must be away from the Russians.

“Hardison is going to pretend to break into the vault,” Nate said.

“Well, hopefully the Russians will only pretend to kill him,” Eliot replied.

“No one’s getting killed,” Nate assured. “We’re gonna break in for him.”

The three of us just sat staring at each other, lost in our own thoughts, waiting for Nate to get back to explain what he was thinking. I could see the wheels turning in Parker’s head, going through all the steps to break into the vault. Eliot had a tenseness about him, whether that be anger or concern, I couldn’t tell.

“We’re gonna do this quick and dirty,” Nate said once he got back. “You guys break into the vault before Hardison does, so the Russians think that he’s doing it.”

“Why not?” Parker said. “He’s been taking credit for my work all day anyway.”

“Then Hardison will lead the Russians into the vault a few paces behind him,” Nate concluded.

“Hey, I got something,” Parker said after messing with Hardison’s clicker. The screen showed the security camera feed to the front of Kerrity’s store. Kerrity was showing a fancily dressed woman around his store along with all of the jewelry in the cases.

“Hardison must have hacked into the security feed before he left,” Eliot said.

“Well, well. I’m just gonna have to keep Kerrity out of his own vault,” Nate said, staring at the screen.

We all then loaded up to go save Hardison.

Once we arrived, Nate knocked on the door of the shop first. Kerrity quickly dismissed the woman with him, saying that he would meet up with her later, and let Nate in.

“This had better be important,” Kerrity said when he opened the door.

“Yeah. Can we talk somewhere private?” Nate asked, stepping into the shop.

I then walked in, just catching the door before they went to his back office.

Kerrity was surprised to see me, “Annaka?”

I smiled, obviously flicking my eyes between him and Nate. “Hello, Mr. Kerrity,” I said cautiously.

He caught the hint, “This is Mr. Sterling with the insurance company, he came to discuss something with me.”

“I hope I’m not hindering something here,” Nate said as he shook my hand with a sickly sweet salesman voice that he’s been using.

I shook my head, “Not at all.” I looked to Kerrity, “I don’t mind waiting, finish your business with Mr. Sterling.”

He nodded and brought Nate into his office.

Eliot was at the door just as they turned the corner in an armored truck company uniform with a cart. The guard buzzed him in just as I got to the door to open it for him. The guard came down with some paperwork for Eliot, assuming he was there for delivery.

“Thanks, sweetheart,” he whispered to me as I held the door open for him to walk through more easily. He then turned to the guard, “Yo, yo. Late night man. Is there a register I’m supposed to look at?” Eliot was there at the dest with the guard by then and quickly knocked him out. “Sorry, buddy,” he said as he walked by.

I walked to Eliot and the guard, helping tuck him out of sight and out of the way for the rest of the night.

“Okay Parker, you’re clear,” Eliot told her through comms, “come on down.”

She had perched herself on a ledge next to the security camera facing the street, holding a photo of an armored truck on the street for the guard’s benefit. I could almost feel her joy as she came down with her rig. I quickly let her in so she could get to the vault. I then stationed myself in the security room watching the cameras. I was out of sight and out of the way for the essential gears of the operation, but still in the shop if I needed to lend a hand somewhere, namely keeping Kerrity busy.

Nate was talking to Kerrity about his insurance policy and discrepancies that may deny his claim, trying to keep him occupied for as long as he could. So far, he was successful. Hopefully he could keep it up.

Meanwhile, Parker was working on the vault, getting it cracked and ready for Hardison.

“This will hold them together,” she said softly as she placed the aluminum plates on the vault.

“Electric’s faster,” Eliot said as he handed her a screwdriver.

“Vibrations will set off the seismic sensor,” she replied simply.

Eliot shook his head and returned to the front of the store.

Parker continued to work on the vault with quick efficiency. It was interesting to watch through the camera as there was no hesitation in any of her movements.

It didn’t take as long as I had hoped for movement on the outside camera to catch my attention. A big black van pulled up in front with Hardison and the Russians hopping out of it.

“Here they come,” I said.

Hardison reiterated it with his own quiet announcement, “Eliot, approaching the building. Approaching the building.” He then switched to his accent for the Russians, “Wait here, right? Gotta handle the initial break-in myself. Too many cooks and all.”

Eliot buzzed Hardison in when he banged on the door. They then proceeded to act out Hardison beating up Eliot. I winced, but was impressed at how realistic it looked when Eliot threw himself to the ground. Hardison continued to ‘punch’ Eliot for an extended amount of time while the two argued.

“Next time,” Eliot said, “I’m playing the thief!”

“I’d like to hear you do an accent,” Hardison said.

“I’d like to hear you do an accent,” Eliot replied.

“I went to Second City in Chicago.”

“You find time between that and karate at the Y?”

“You know what? Just shut up. Shut up.”

“Shut up, guys,” Parker said calmly, trying to concentrate on the vault.

She was able to get in when Hardison and Eliot finished their act, Eliot acting unconscious and Hardison letting in the Russians. Nate continued to distract Kerrity, shifting to his second point, the bribe. So far, so good.

Eliot joined me in the security room and watched as Parker hung on the inside of the door and leapt to a bar or pipe on the ceiling, preventing her from touching the floor and triggering the pressure tiles.

“Stuck it,” Eliot commented in praise.

“Indeed,” I agreed, impressed.

Hardison made his way to the vault, making a bit of a show of taking steps to crack the vault. He put a stethoscope to the vault door to ‘pick’ the vault combo.

“Parker wrote the combination in invisible ink on the door next to you,” Eliot told Hardison. “She’s in there, but she hasn’t deactivated the floor yet.”

“So take your time on the tumblers. Take it slow,” I said.

He was able to delay a bit by talking to the Russians. “Sorry?” He asked when the leader spoke up.

“I said you’re really everything you claimed,” the Russian repeated.

Hardison shrugged, “If I’m lyin’, I’m dyin’.”

“Yes, you are. Yes, you are,” the Russian laughed. “I’m sorry, just a saying. English, very tricky.”

Hardison went back to the tumblers.

“Hardison, slow down. You’re breezing through that combo, like, way too fast,” Eliot said. “Parker, what’s your ETA?”

“Not ready yet. Floor is still hot,” she replied.

Eliot and I shared a concerned look.

“Nate, our timing’s not gonna work out,” Eliot said.

Nate, of course, couldn’t answer as he was still keeping Kerrity busy. That was quickly reaching its end though as Kerrity wasn’t taking the bribing narrative that Nate was selling.

“Parker, get a move on. Nate and Hardison are way ahead of you,” Eliot said.

“The floor is clear.”

“Nate, Parker is still in the vault.”

The Russians were pressing Hardison to get in the vault, and he wasn’t doing a very good job of stalling.

“I need sixty seconds,” Parker said.

“Well, can you turn invisible in sixty seconds? Cause they’re bustin’ in there,” Eliot replied.

“I’m gonna go slow Hardison down, buy her some time,” I said, walking out of the security room.

“Y/n-” Eliot tried to say, but I was already gone.

I walked the hallway towards the vault until the Russians and Hardison came into view. Hardison was just about to open the door when I called, “Ice!”

The four of them turned to me, the Russians clearly not happy. I suddenly took a hard swallow, I might not have thought this through.

“Annaka? What are you doin’ here?” Hardison asked, looking a bit relieved at the distraction.

“You think I wouldn’t find you? We had a plan when it came to situations such as these, you are undermining your reputation from a business perspective! Who is going to work with us now if you just keep stealing their stuff?” I said it all quickly and with exasperation. I could hear my own nervousness, and I hoped that the distance I kept between myself and the Russians wasn’t too suspicious.

“I’m sorry, hun,” Hardison said, “But this was an offer I couldn’t refuse, I’m afraid.”

“Yes,” the Russian said, “Now if you’ll excuse us, we have a job to do.”

They turned back towards the door and away from me.

“Parker?” I whispered, not sure how else to hold them.

“I’m clear,” she said.

“Fine!” I said to the men in front of me, ready to make my leave, “But I want nothing to do with it!” I then turned on my heel and left the room, hearing the vault open behind me.

I heard Hardison say, “Don’t worry ‘bout her. She won’t do nothin’. Let’s get this done.”

I went back to the security room where Eliot was watching the security feeds tensely. “How’s it going?” I asked once I stood next to him.

“Fine, thanks to you,” he said, “But that was reckless. Those Russians could have done somethin’ to you, could have killed you.”

I let out a shaky breath, “Yeah, I realized that once I got there.”

Our work here was done, so Eliot and I made our way out of the shop into the tunnel below for the final escape.

“Guys, uh, Kerrity is on his way down there,” Nate said when he wasn’t able to hold him in his office any longer.

Hardison was able to distract the Russians with Kerrity’s arrival long enough for Hardison to slip into Parker’s hiding spot, one of the large lock boxes. Parker blew a hole in the floor, dropping the two of them into the tunnel below where Eliot and I were waiting. This, coincidentally, also set off the seismic sensor and the security system. Who knew?

“Det cord,” Eliot explained simply to Hardison as we helped them up from the floor.

We then made our way out of the tunnel to fresh air and freedom. Nate was waiting for us at the end of it.

“Thought we couldn’t use this tunnel,” Hardison said once we were out.

“Tunnel’s a horrible way in,” Nate replied, “but it’s a great way out.”

Once we were back, we reviewed what happened through the video feed Hardison had hacked. Hardison left the lock box with the diamonds tactfully open for when the police came to respond to the tripped alarm. This helped Lieutenant Bonanno find them; and with Kerrity reporting that his loose diamonds were stolen, this might as well have been an open and shut case. The matching ID numbers would just be the nails in the coffin.

We were able to clear our client’s name and score him some cash from the swiped diamond we got after lasering off the ID number. As usual, this called for a celebration in the pub while Nate shared the good news with the client.

Parker, Eliot, Hardison, and I all sat at the corner of the bar, it becoming a usual spot. Hardison turned back to the bar laughing after seeing the happy look on our client’s face.

“What are you smilin’ at?” Eliot asked. “You still screwed it up.”

“I’m smiling cause you said if I got in trouble, you wouldn’t help me,” he responded.

“Parker made me,” Eliot excused.

“No, I didn’t,” she denied.

“Come on, man. Let’s hug it out,” Hardison said.

“I’m not hugging it out, Ice Man.”

“Just hug it… Just a little man love.”

“I’m not hugging it out with you.”

They went back and forth before Hardison forced himself onto Eliot in one of the most awkward hugs I’ve ever seen. Parker looked almost just as uncomfortable, but I just chuckled at them.

Eliot eventually freed himself from Hardison’s grasp and stepped away from the bar. He stepped over to where I sat and said to me, “I promised you some pool practice, do you wanna go?”

I nodded, smiling at Parker and Hardison before turning fully to Eliot, “Yeah, let’s go.” I slid off the stool, standing next to him for a moment.

He placed a hand on my shoulder and steered me towards the pool table at the back of the pub. His hand sent warmth through me, even as he was still grumbling about Hardison under his breath. I came to the conclusion that no matter how he looks at other women, Mikel, or anything else that may come up, I can still enjoy these moments with him. The moments where he’s comforting, protective, and now, when he just wants a bit of escape, and he could find that in me and playing pool, no matter my skill level.

It might mean a little to him, these little moments, but they meant something to me, and that is all that really mattered.

A/n: Reblogs and comments are welcome and encouraged! Thank you for reading!

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ggukkiedae · 3 years

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[vlive 210522] Seri’s Seritonin 🥝🐱

9pm kst

italics = english; seri answering questions!

the vlive starts with seri logging on and waving

she’s playing new rules in the background and staying quiet for the first two minutes

“moa! how are you all?”

she smiles and reads through the comments

she reads a few out loud and sees a few comments asking her to say i love you in different languages, to which she complies to

she turns off her music first and fixes herself in her chair

“bet you guys are wondering why i’m live today, huh? we’ll get to that in a bit. for now, let’s answer questions”

she looks through the comments carefully until she reads one out loud

Seriiiiiii! 5 Beomgyus or 5-year-old Beomgyu?

she laughs at this

“maybe a five year old bammie. he always makes a big deal of being older than me by a few months, so it would be good pay back”

she then pulls out her phone and scrolls through it before turning it towards the screen. it was a picture of beomgyu as a kid

“see this? he sent this to our groupchat the other day. tiny gyu is cute”

how are youuuuuu?

she claps her hands together and smiles at the live

“i’m doing great, thank you! i’ve been practicing harder, and i feel pretty good”

she scrolls through the comments again and takes a sip of her drink. she lightly mixes her drink around and places it back down

“you guys should try peach tea. it’s a godsend. oh, what’s this?”

shall we go on a date?

“you didn’t turn up at our last date”

she pouted a little and laughed

“i waited at the rooftop for a while, but you didn’t show up! but i guess we can go again because you’re moa”

she shifts a little and shakes her head amusedly at her own words

“do i sound like gyu?”

Hi Seri! I have a couple questions 😊 What has been your favorite era music wise and style wise? What hair style/color do you want to try? What's your current favorite song? What are you looking forward to most?

her eyes widened a little before she looks up trying to come up with answers to the series of questions

“oh, wow, i guess you could say i really liked our songs from the minisode album, but my favorite title track is run away for sure. actually, i take that back. i like the songs on dream chapter magic the most! in terms of style... dream chapter magic as well! i really like new rules’ styling especially”

a small smile makes its way to her face as she’s about to answer the last question from that comment

“right now, i’m really looking forward to our new album, and i hope you’ll like it as well! so far, the tracks are amazing!”

any plans for a comeback with the royals?

“i don’t know” she laughs and looks off camera “what do you think?”

yoonmi’s giggle can be heard while seri just laughed

“you exposed me! anyway, we’ll see when the three of us get an opportunity again” “you guys heard yoonmi”

seri takes the live and points it to the side, revealing the magenta-haired girl peacefully sitting in the dance studio near her while working on something on her laptop

“yoonmi is working on school stuff even if she just released a song yesterday” “responsibilities”

Seri baby are you aware that Seri sounds like berry? Therefore you are now berry Seri or Seri Berry 🤔

“oh, that’s cute! seri berry... i love it! i’m a berry now! i can replace strawberries, i don’t like strawberries”

she wrinkled her nose at the thought of the red berries as the sound of a chair moving came up. seri looked off camera and waved to, supposedly, yoonmi

“yoonmi has a meeting right now, so she’s off. anyway, back to our live”

Hiya Seri how are you liking the new building? What do you think has changed the most about you since you became an idol? And out of the members who do you think has changed most since you debuted?

“the new building is actually the best thing ever, i swear! there’s a lot of space, and the facilities are all high quality! honestly, i’m the only txt member who doesn’t get lost, so it’s pretty funny when the others have to ask for my help to walk around”

she then pressed her lips into a tight line while thinking about her next answer

“since becoming an idol... i think i became more confident. the others tell me this a lot. they say every comeback my stage presence gets better, and i look more comfortable? i also became a better dancer for sure. not the best yet, but i’m working on it. also maybe kai? first of all, he’s gotten way taller now. second, he’s been more mature. yes, he’s still our baby, but he handles things a lot more maturely now. sometimes he acts like he’s older than me as well”

hi bestieeeeeee! what do you think you’d be doing if you weren’t an idol?

“hey, bestie! musical theatre for sure!”

seri immediately perked up at this. she jumped back in her seat a little with the biggest grin while remembering her experiences

“i loved it back in school! honestly, my parents were pretty supportive about my involvement in theatre and my little brother kinda brags to his friends that his sister goes on stages to perform. it’s kinda cute”

would you consider acting? or maybe starring in a musical?

“oh for sure if i were given the chance!”

you dance amazingly! your artist of the month video with studio choom was absolutely perfect!!!!

“oh my god”

she covered her face and groaned before pulling out her phone and looking for the video on youtube. before pressing play, she looked back to the camera

“thank you, but i’m a little embarrassed about this. i wore red lipstick on stage for the first time after debut, and i showed a side of me that’s pretty different…”

she pressed play and watched the video, cringing at herself. it took a whole 20 seconds before she gave up and hid her phone behind her

“nope. nevermind, i can’t watch that. thank you, i’m glad you enjoyed it”

thoughts on the people you’re being shipped with? 👀

she burst into laughter upon reading this

“ah, yes. shipping. i see you guys on stan twitter with your little edits and headcanons and aus! honestly, it’s amusing. apparently most of you ship me with gyu and seungmin? and a few other people, too?”

she was quiet for a while like thinking about who moas shipped her with. she shook her head with and began talking again

“gyu... well, bammie’s my best friend, and i love him a lot. it’s been us from the very beginning, so i like to think we’ll be as close as ever until the end”

“seungmin is the bane of my existence”

she laughed at this before waving her hand

“kidding! he’s actually really nice, and i love hanging out with him, it just so happens our friendship is based on bickering. we do support each other though. seungmin, if you see this, you did well on love poem”

she then lit up as if just remembering something

“some of you guys ship me with chaeryoung! interesting considering you all see me as ryujin’s sibling, but please, i’m not worthy of the queen herself. i love chae with all my heart honestly she’s such a sweet child”

her phone buzzed and she glanced at it a little bit before turning back to the live

“perfect timing because hyunsuk just messaged me and some special ship mentions are hyunsuk and jeno oppa. i think it’s because i hang out with hyunsuk’s little siblings a lot. but jeno oppa? we just met earlier this year, it’s a little funny how apparently a lot of people ship us when we haven’t really shown our friendship much”

she typed something one her phone before chuckling and shutting it off once again. she looked through the comments until she found the topic she was looking for

What’s up with you and Dino? 👀👀👀

“ah, this. this brings me to the reason i went live. recently, you guys have seen me and dino oppa hanging out, right? well, we’re not dating. i wanted it to be a surprise, but he’s helping me with something for my birthday, and i agreed to do something with him for their youtube as well”

her phone rang, and she laughed before picking it up and putting it on speaker

“hello? you’re on speaker” “seri-yah! how dare you deny our relationship?” “oh? you’re watching?” “look up, stupid. i’m standing by the door”

she looked off camera and laughed

“yah! oppa, what are you doing here?” “miya told me you were gonna talk about the scandal, so i thought why not come early?”

dino appears next to seri in a mask and a hat. he nudged seri over to the side so they could both be centered on screen, making her raise her eyebrow at him

“meet my new dance partner” dino points towards seri whose eyes widen as soon as he said that

“they don’t know yet!” “you said we were working on two things together!” “but they didn’t know one of them is dance!” “might as well tell them so we can clear up this rumor before i get attacked by moas”

she sighed at him

“i’d get attacked by carats. anyway, fine. dino oppa’s helping me with a song, and he’s making me dance with him for a video. you can look forward to this in july”

dino adjusted his hat and leaned forward a little

“no need to panic, we’re not in a romantic relationship. she’s too tall for me”

“... you’re literally taller than me though?” “not by that much. if you wear heels, we’d be the same height, and i don’t think i’m up for that”

she playfully rolled her eyes

“looks like i’ve discussed what needed to be cleared up now. i’m single. single.” “yes, they get the point” “oh, would you just go already?”

she was pretending to push him away while he laughed at her failed attempts. he moved off camera but stays in the room

“no way, we’ve got to work the choreography out today”

“this is gonna be a while,” she muttered before smiling at the live once again “well, time for me to go. i’ve got a lot of work to do to be on par with a member of seventeen’s performance team”

dino’s groaning could be heard from the side

“this again?”

she laughed

“bye moa! hopefully that cleared things up, and hopefully you enjoyed this little tmi session”

-end-

#seri.live #seri.freeze #txt 6th member #txt female member #txt female addition #seri #yoon seri

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myhockeyworld87 · 4 years

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Not a Perfect Propsal - Mat Barzal - The 5 times Mat wanted to propose + the one time he did.

Word Count: 4,900

POV: Mat

Warnings: Language, mention of sex

Notes: So I’ve been wanting to do one of those 4 +1 things, but it ended up being 5 +1...haha! I guess I have a problem. Anyway, hope you guys enjoy!

When you met (Y/N) almost three years ago, you knew she was special. It was pretty obvious only a few months into the relationship that she was the one for you. You were never one to believe much in soulmates, but you knew without a doubt that she was yours. (Y/N) was smart, funny, driven, and independent, and you loved her with everything in you.

It was obvious to everyone that you two were meant to be. Even your mom told you the first time that she met (Y/N) to not let her getaway. Now here you were a couple years later, in a jewelry store picking out the perfect ring for her. It had taken a bit of sneaking around to actually get her ring size; it was the one piece of information that you didn’t know about her. She always took her rings off at night, so last night while she was sleeping you’d plucked it off her nightstand and put it in your coat pocket.

“Mat, have you seen my sapphire ring? I’m sure I put here last night.” She was on her hands and knees crawling around the floor looking for it.

“No babe, but I’m sure it’ll turn up.” You felt a little guilty, but it was all for a good cause. “I’m heading to practice, now. I’ll help you look for it when I get back.” That way you could magically make it reappear. She bounced up off the floor, to give you a kiss before you headed out the door.

One

Instead of heading to practice, you trotted off to the jewelers. He took (Y/N)’s ring and sized it quickly, then brought out a bunch of rings for you to look at. They showed you princess, cushion, and round cuts. Diamonds that ranged from three carats to ten, from solitary ones to ones surrounded by a hundred smaller diamonds, yet none of them were special enough for (Y/N).

You wanted something unique, just like her and you just weren’t seeing it. “Do you have anything else?” you asked the jeweler, hoping to god that he did.

“Nothing here but we can always design something.” Well, that piqued your curiosity. “Let’s talk about what shaped you like.”

“Well, this one is nice.” You pointed to a one that looked almost like a teardrop.

“That’s a pear cut, very nice choice.” He put it up on his computer screen. “So what size are you thinking?”

“Well I want it to stand out, so maybe five?”

“Very good. Now, let’s look at some settings.” He threw up a bunch of different ones, some antique, some modern but still it didn’t seem right. Finally, he put dozens of little diamonds around it, but yet the main stone seemed to almost float around them. “What do you think of that?”

“It’s gorgeous, but something’s missing.” He added a second layer that pulled away from both the first and the center stone. It looked like a halo, and absolutely perfect for your angel. “Yes, that’s it.”

“Well, it should take about two weeks to be made Mr. Barzal, and then it’s all yours.”

“Perfect.” That gave you just enough time to plan the perfect evening.

You decided dinner at one of New York’s most iconic restaurants, Tavern on the Green would be the perfect spot. So you made reservations for two weeks from then when the ring would be done. Once, you were home, you conveniently found (Y/N)’s sapphire ring under the bed. “I swear I looked there like four hundred times.”

“Guess my eyes are just a bit better, babe.” You slid it onto her hand mimicking what you would do in just a couple of weeks.

Everything was set, (Y/N) had no idea where you were going to dinner, just that you were going someplace nice. You were just waiting to get the ring from the jewelry store. You’d been pacing the apartment, all morning when your cell finally rang late in the afternoon. “Mr. Barzal, I’m sorry to say, but the ring isn’t quite finished yet.”

“What? It has to be, I have everything set for tonight.”

“Well unfortunately we had a little problem with the setting, so it’s going to be another week. I apologize for the inconvenience.” With that, he hung up the phone. Great there went your entire plan. You still took her to Tavern on the Green, which she absolutely loved, but you were just disappointed.

Two

This time you decided you’d wait until you actually had the ring before you made any plans. You still wanted to do it over dinner. Maybe drop the ring in her glass of champagne, like they did in those cheesy romance movies. Only this time you decided not to do it at some fancy restaurant. Well, it was a nice restaurant, just not that big of a name like Tavern. You and (Y/N) went there often, especially for birthdays or when one of your family members were in town.

“Babe, why don’t you wear that navy dress that I love tonight?” It would go perfectly with the suit you’d picked out.

“Isn’t that a little fancy? I was just planning on wearing the burgundy one.” Though you liked that dress on her, it just wasn’t special enough. You knew that the two of you would be taking pictures after this, and she always loved the way that dress looked in pictures, but then you loved the way she looked in it as well.

You slid your arms around her waist. “But I just love you in the navy one.” You peppered her with kisses all down her neck.

She twisted in your arms then. “I have a better idea, why don’t we just stay in tonight. Order some take out and maybe…” Her hands wandered down the front of your crotch, where she fondled you, causing you to suck in a breath. As much as you wanted to just stay in with her and do all the things she was insinuating, it would spoil everything.

“We can still do that.” You told her, taking her wrist and moving it off your now semi-hard cock. “After dinner. I’m just really in the mood for their lobster bisque.” You hoped it sounded like a plausible excuse.

“Fine.” She stated moving back to vanity and starting to apply her makeup.

“So you’ll wear the navy then?”

She rolled her eyes in the mirror at you. “Yes, I’ll wear that one.”

You had arranged for your table to be off to the side, to afford you a modicum of quiet; though there were still a few tables around you. You’d planned on waiting until dessert, and then you would pop the big question. “Mat, are you ok?”

“Yeah, why?”

“You seem a little preoccupied babe.” Well of course you were. This was going to be the biggest thing you’d done in your life.

“Sorry, just thinking about the game tomorrow, but did I tell you how gorgeous you look tonight?”

“Thanks, babe.” The conversation during dinner was nice. You talked about the upcoming road trip and she mentioned how her parents were coming to visit. You two also talked about your trip to the Bahamas with some of the guys for winter break. The waiter had just taken your order, when you looked to your left, as they brought out a special dessert for the table next to yours. You thought it must be someone’s birthday, all the tables around them were now caught up in the moment, just like you and (Y/N). But instead of it being a birthday, the man got down on one knee, saying the most romantic words ever, as he proposed to his girlfriend. Effectively stealing your thunder. There was no way you could propose now. It would look cheap. People at the restaurant were already crowding around the newly engaged couple and showering them with attention and all you could think of was that, that was supposed to you and (Y/N).

So you canceled the champagne that you ordered, discreetly of course, so that (Y/N) wouldn’t know, ate dessert, and headed back to your apartment; still not engaged.

Three

After the dinner fiasco, you decided that it would be a better plan to just ask (Y/N) to marry you while you were on vacation during bye week. You’d gone in with a couple of the guys and gotten a beachfront house to rent. About three other couples were going, and none knew what your plans were.

The house was beautiful and you were kind of disappointed you would only be there for five days instead of a couple of weeks. The water was blue, the sand was practically white and it was the perfect setting to ask (Y/N) to marry you. You hadn’t really made a decision about how you wanted to do it until you got here. You were standing out on the balcony of the suite, you and (Y/N) would share for the next few days as you wracked your brain for ideas.

The first one that came to your mind was a romantic dinner on the beach just the two of you, but then you thought about how you’d planned it at dinner the last two times and it hadn’t gone well at all. You decided you needed to come up with a different plan. That’s when you saw it, just beyond the horizon; there was a small boat. You could picture you both on it as the sunset. You’d have a bottle of expensive champagne, and as the boat bobbed up and down and with the lighting perfect; you’d get down on one knee and ask her to be your wife. It would be magical.

It took a full day, to find a company that wasn’t already booked, but you finally found one; and another twelve hours after that before you were away from (Y/N) to actually call them. Tito was walking by when you were on the phone. “Hey, can I get in on that boat ride?” You excused yourself for a minute with the booking agent.

“I was kind of hoping it would be only (Y/N) and I.”

“Please, I’m really trying to impress Kayleigh on this trip.” Kayleigh was the girl Tito had brought with him, and it seemed like he was trying to take it to the next level with her. While you wanted the whole boat to yourself for the proposal, you couldn’t say no to your best friend.

“Alright, fine. Can you make that reservation for four instead?” She took all your information and you were all set for tomorrow afternoon. You would have a day of fun at sea and then a romantic proposal.

You’d given (Y/N) some general information to pack somethings for the following day, while you packed a small duffle bag with all you needed to ask her to marry you. A car arrived around three o’clock to take the four of you to the boat. What you didn’t expect was the second car that was there. “Are you guys driving separately?” You asked Tito.

“Um no, I think that one is for everyone else.”

You grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him aside where no one could hear you. “What do you mean everyone else?”

“Well, Kayleigh and I were talking about it and then MDC walked past and asked if he could come and I didn’t really think that it would be a big deal.” Well, it wouldn’t matter if one other couple went; you could make this work. “I think he mentioned something to a couple of the other guys next door at well.” A few guys from other teams were your neighbors down here in the Bahamas, and you’d all hung out on the beach the last couple of days. Though it didn’t mean that you wanted to share your proposal with the entire NHL.

You breathed out a frustrated sigh. “I wish you would’ve asked me. I had something special planned.” You could still make this work, at least that’s what you told yourself.

“Sorry, Barzy.”

You all piled in the SUVs and headed to the dock. The number of people waiting by your boat, made you want to scream. There had to be a good thirty people. This was not the intimate setting you had planned. “Babe, maybe we should do this tomorrow?”

(Y/N) cocked her head at you. “Why?”

“I don’t know I just wanted it to be us, you know?”

She kissed you on the cheek. “We have plenty of time for us, later. Let’s just have fun with all our friends today.” There was no point in fighting it, so you gave in and headed onboard what was now the party boat. You could always rebook tomorrow and it would be just the two of you.

The day was full of sun, loud music, and rum punch, too much rum if you were being honest, at least in (Y/N)’s case. She was on the deck of the ship, swaying to the music when the sun was setting, not quite what you had pictured. “Mat!” She yelled when she caught sight of you. “Come dance with me.” You made your way over to where she was dancing with Tito and Kayleigh. “Where have you been?”

“Around,” you answered as you pulled her close to your body. The truth was you were sulking a bit because you hadn’t been able to ask her to be your wife.

“We should totally buy one of these.” She yelled over the music.

“What a boat?” To which she nodded, as she stumbled a bit from the alcohol. You moved the two of you off to the bow of the boat, where it was a bit quieter and the two of you could sit down. “Why would we buy a boat?”

In her drunken state, (Y/N) got a bit handsy. Not that you were complaining, but with the crowd milling around on the boat, there wouldn't be a place to finish what she was starting. “So we could…you know.” Her hand trailed up your thigh and you had to stop her wrist before she went any higher. She leaned over and whispered in your ear. “Just think about, the gentle up and down motion of the ship, while your cock slides in and out of me.” You groaned you couldn’t help yourself, had your plans actually worked you’d probably be doing that right now, but unfortunately for you that was not the case.

“I need a drink.” A few beers later, you were in no better shape than (Y/N) and any thoughts of renting the boat out for the next day were forgotten.

Four

The following day you had every intention of getting up early and trying to do another sunset cruise, though that backfired when both you and (Y/N) woke up hungover. There was no way it would be romantic to have waves crash against the boat, as you hurled over the side. So instead, the two of you had a low-key day at the beach.

By the afternoon, you both were feeling a bit better, and (Y/N) and Kayleigh were able to con you into burying Tito in the sand. It was perfect retribution for sabotaging what would’ve been the perfect proposal. You made him suffer a bit before actually helping him out. Later on, you all built a giant sandcastle. You had to admit that in the end, it looked pretty darn good.

That’s when it hit you. You decided you were going to sneak out in the middle of the night and write ‘will you marry me’ in the sand. The two of you would wake up and you’d take her out on the balcony for her to see it. It would be something out of the movies.

All night you were keyed up just waiting to put your plan into motion. The two of you finally called it an evening around eleven, though neither one of you were ready for sleep by any means. So after having sex, not once but twice, you were both ready to fall asleep. It was hard to stay awake, but you finally felt (Y/N)’s breathing steady out. You crept out of bed and outside. You drew a huge heart first, next to the sandcastle you’d all built earlier, then started working on the words. “What the hell are you doing?” Tito’s voice caused you to jump and ruin the ‘W’ you were working on.

“Keep it down. I don’t want to wake (Y/N) up.” Tito padded down to the beach where you were.

“But what are you doing?”

“Well since you ruined my original idea. I’m working on a new to get (Y/N) to marry me.”

“Woah! What? That’s major. Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked.

“I don’t know. I just wanted it to be special, but someone had to go and invite the whole fucking universe to my sunset cruise.”

“Fuck man, I’m really sorry.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “Anything I can do to help?”

“Yeah, grab a stick and start writing.” It didn’t take the two of you long and as you stood back you had to admit that there was no way she could say no to this proposal. Both of you headed back to bed, though you found it a bit difficult to fall asleep.

You were the first to wake up, more because you were so excited to finally propose. Your fingers lightly traced down her arm and around to her back. She stirred but didn’t wake fully, so you lightly kissed her lips. Her eyes blinked open and she smiled at you. “You’re perky this morning.” Her hands roamed over your chest and down your body.

“Just anxious to start the day.” You told her, wiggling slightly before she could get your morning wood harder than it already was. “We should go see if we can catch the sunrise?”

She looked behind her to the sliding glass doors. “Babe, I think it’s been up for a while.”

Well, you really couldn’t argue with that. “Well, why don’t we go outside and maybe….”

“Mathew Barzal, are you feeling kinky this morning?” She devilishly wiggled her eyebrows.

“Something like that,” you told her, easing out of her grasp and the bed. There had been robes left in the room, and you tossed one over for (Y/N) to put on. While her back was turned, you grabbed the ring out of your hiding spot in the closet and stuck it in your pocket. You quickly hurried around her side of the bed, to walk outside with her; your arms wrapped around her waist as you went. You steered her towards the edge of the balcony and then looked out at the beachfront, but there was nothing. “What the…”

She tilted her head to look back at you. “Something wrong?”

“Umm…” How were you supposed to tell her, her marriage proposal was missing? It was nothing but a blank beach. Did someone come along and get rid of it? Thankfully you thought of something to say. “I’m just wondering where the sandcastle went.”

She gave a light chuckle. “Babe, the tide probably came in and swept it away.”

“What?”

“You know, like fourth-grade science or something, high tides and low tide.”

“Damn it!” Why the hell hadn’t you thought of that? How could you have been so stupid?

“If you’re that disappointed, we can work on another one today.”

It was a sweet offer, but now the day, hell the trip was totally ruined. “Nah, it’s fine.” She went to slide her hands into the pockets of your robe, which caused you to jump back before she could find the ring box. “I gotta pee, be right back.” You slipped the ring back into your bag, knowing that you wouldn’t get to ask her again till you were back in New York.

Five

Tito cornered you in the kitchen later that morning, after your none balcony proposal; to see how things went. When you told him what happened, he then took it upon himself to be your wingman and make sure that the next time you asked (Y/N) to marry you it would go off without a hitch. It was obvious that you couldn’t ask her on Valentine’s Day; it was just too cliché. Which meant that you were going to have to wait until the beginning of March to ask her.

You got tickets to the hottest new Broadway play, which you knew that (Y/N) had been dying to see. You were then going to take her on a carriage ride to Central Park, where you’d lead her across Gapstow Bridge so you could propose. Tito helped you hire someone to take secret photos of the whole thing. The two of you had it down to a science so that absolutely nothing could go wrong.

The day had been hectic with morning skate, then you got called away for a quick interview, which ended up not being quick at all. The two of you were rushing around the apartment getting ready to go for the evening. You had your suit already picked out and ready to go, but at the last minute (Y/N) changed the color of her dress and threw the whole thing off, so you quickly chose one that would compliment her in every way possible. You no sooner finished and you were out the door headed to the theater.

The show was amazing and (Y/N) couldn’t stop talking about it as you left. “Oh my god, Mat that was just simply amazing. I still can’t believe you got us tickets.”

“Well, the night’s not over yet. I thought we could be romantic and take a carriage ride as well.” The horse and buggy you’d reserved pulled up as if right on cue. “My lady,” you said making a grand flourish and assisting (Y/N) into it.

“Mat, this is just incredible.” You scurried in beside her, as the driver had a nice warm blanket for you to snuggle under. (Y/N) leaned over and kissed you then. “Babe, this night is just perfect.” You continued through the busy New York streets when a funny smell crossed your nose. (Y/N) leaned over to whisper in your ear, “do you smell that?”

Before you could even answer her, you heard the horse emit a loud noise, that could literally only be described as a fart. (Y/N) burst into giggles and you joined her. “This is too much.” You said when you finally got your laughter under control. The problem was, it wasn’t just one little moment of passing gas on the animal’s part. It lasted the entire trip and had you asking, ‘what the hell they fed the poor animal?’ Thankfully (Y/N) was a good sport about the whole thing, though by the time you got to the right spot in the park the two of you were both sick to your stomach.

“Let’s walk a bit and get some clean air.” You told her as she descended the carriage.

“Gladly.” You laced your hand with hers and started the short stroll through Central Park to the bridge. Gapstow Bridge offered one of the best views of the city skyline and as you made your way there, your heart started to race. You were about a hundred yards away when you padded your suit pocket to check for the ring. It wasn’t there. You let go of (Y/N)’s hand and checked your other pocket, still no sign of it. Did you put it in the breast pocket? A quick check and it wasn’t there either. “Something wrong?”

Yes, something was wrong! You’d lost the damn ring. Had it fell out getting into the carriage or at the theater? Your mind raced and you couldn’t think of anything to tell (Y/N). Where the hell was it? “Mat, are you ok?”

You needed to come up with something and quick. “I think I lost my phone.”

“I have mine in my purse. I’ll call yours.” While that would’ve been helpful had you’d actually lost your phone, it really didn’t make a difference at the moment since you knew it was in your pocket. You looked over at (Y/N) as she fished in her purse for her cell. That’s when you remembered where the damn ring was. It was in your other suit coat, the one that you were originally supposed to wear when she was going to wear the red dress, instead of the black one she had on.

“Found it.” You told her, somewhat relieved but still incredibly pissed at yourself for ruining yet another proposal. There was no point in going to the bridge now. You pulled out your phone and shot Tito a quick message telling him to abort the mission. It seemed as though every time you thought you had the perfect plan to ask her to marry you, something got in the way. You were starting to question whether or not you should actually ask her.

+ 1

You were done with trying to plan anything out to be perfect, on your next home game, you planned on waiting till after it was over and just throwing it up on the jumbotron at the Barclays Center. It would be something that could easily be done. Most people were gone by the time you finished interviews and everything, but even if they were there; it didn’t matter because you wanted the world to know you were marrying (Y/N).

Again, Tito was your accomplice and helped you get everything ready, including getting the social media people to help you film everything. The whole thing was set to go down on March 12. (Y/N) might not be wearing the perfect dress, but then this was more the two of you.

The morning started out the same as any other and you got up to get ready for morning skate. You were just about to head out the door when your phone rang. Tito’s voice was on the other end. “Did you hear the news?”

“What news?”

“The season’s on pause, because of this damn global pandemic.”

“You have got to be fucking kidding me.” First, the ring wasn’t done, then several botched proposals and now this! It was too much. “Well, this is just fucking fantastic.” You dropped your bag down and headed into the kitchen, still fuming. “I can’t fucking believe this.”

“I know man, now what are you going to do?”

“I have no fucking clue. I’ll call you when I figure it out.” You disconnected the phone then slammed it on the counter.

(Y/N) had been in the kitchen cleaning up the dishes from breakfast. “I’m not sure what happened but there were an awful lot of fucks in that conversation.”

“The NHL just paused the season because of this virus thing.”

She made her way over to you then and wrapped her arms around your waist. “Well, New York has been getting a lot of cases lately. I can’t say that I’m upset that they’re putting your safety first.” You tighten your arms around her, now debating on how you could propose. “I can’t say I’m too upset either, especially if it means I get to spend more time here with you.” She turned her head up and planted the sweetest kiss on your lips. It was soft and tender and there was just so much love in it, that you broke apart abruptly.

“I’ll be right back,” you said. “Don’t move.” Then scurried back to the bedroom and grabbed the ring box. She was still rooted to the same spot as when you left, a bewildered look on her face. “Baby, I’ve been trying to do this for months and every time something comes up, including this damn pandemic. But I’m tired of waiting.” You dropped down to one knee and grabbed her left hand, while her other immediately went to cover the gasp she let out. “(Y/N) you have been my rock these last few years, always by my side, putting me first and cheering me on. I think I knew shortly after I met you that we’d get to this moment and I wanted it to be just perfect, but the harder I tried to do that; the more it seemed like it wouldn’t happen. But I guess that’s because we don’t need perfect; we just need each other. I love you so damn much (Y/N) and I’m asking you right now if you’ll be in this crazy life with me until the end of time. Will you marry me?”

You opened the ring box, and tears were streaming down her face, as she nodded yes furiously. “Of course,” she finally choked out on a sob. It took all of about two seconds to slide the ring on her finger. She flopped down on the floor with you, her mouth immediately finding yours in a passionate kiss that stole both of your breathes away, and while the moment may have not been what you planned, that kiss was so much more than you dreamed. It was full of promises and love, and all things to come.

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Honey & Whiskey [Pt.1]

Pairings: Alpha!Billy Russo x Omega! Reader

Summary: Falling was sweeter than honey and warm as whiskey.

Warnings: None for this chapter. Typical A/B/O dynamics.

A/N: I know I am your dealer for soft Bucky but I’m trying out some new product. Soft Billy Russo. Just take a little taste. I promise It’s worth it. This is largely a self-indulgent fic and also for my beautiful beta @moonbeambucky. If you like it write me a book report, sing me a song or come scream at me.

***My fics are not to be saved or posted on any other sites without my written permission. Reblogs are my jam, though! Thanks!****

You heard his car in the driveway before you caught the sound of the front door. This probably wasn’t the way to handle something like this. Prominent families didn’t behave like this. They didn’t cause a scene, and they certainly didn’t question a match this good. It was hard enough to find an Alpha that came from a good family, but one who wasn’t a complete knothead and genuinely cared for you? That was next to impossible. You managed to find that one in a million, and here you were pulling a stunt like this.

When you were a little girl, you read stories about the princess finding her prince, being saved from the tower, and living happily ever after in a big castle. So, you waited for your very own to come. You waited and waited by your window, but your prince never showed. You stayed locked in your tower with no sign of a savior. As you became older, you realized you didn’t want to be rescued, taken from one dungeon, and moved to another. You could take care of yourself without an Alpha there to defend your heart and fight the evil queen on your behalf.

Turned out you could handle her on all on your own.

Then you met James one evening at a friend’s wedding. He was sweet. Dark hair, blue eyes, and a charming crooked smile. He offered to buy you a drink and didn’t flinch when you reciprocated with the second. It was easy with James right from the start, and your parents were thrilled. They were simply over the moon. He came from a long line of senators, and his family were members at the club where your father plays golf. Everything was perfect. It was all working out the way it was supposed to, and in one short week, you would be married and bonded to James.

In the two years you’ve spent together, James has done everything he could to make you happy, not once has he abused his authority over you or made you feel as if you were less than him as his Omega. James has never given you a reason to fear him. Everything on the surface was perfect, but if you looked close, the cracks were easy to spot. Your heart had never had cause to race when he was near, and you never did learn what it would feel like to go weak from his touch.

It was doubtful you would ever know what it would be like to tremble from the brush of your Alpha’s fingertips. The odds you would find that love in this lifetime were slim, but if you stayed where you were, there would be no chance.

“Uh, Y/n…’ James stopped in the doorway to your shared bedroom and looked fairly amused, albeit confused by your attire. “What’s going on? Isn’t this bad luck?”

You glanced down at your wedding dress and grimaced. It wasn’t that the dress wasn’t beautiful, it was. It wasn’t you, though. It was huge for starters. Your mother had insisted this was the one from the moment it graced your frame. The skirt was so large you weren’t sure you would make it into the limo Saturday morning, and the bodice and lace sleeves were covered in so many crystals it felt like you were carrying an extra thirty pounds of glitter. This wasn’t the dress you pictured when you spent your days playing princesses in your bedroom, and all of this felt wrong.

You looked back up at your fiance, who was by your side in an instant when he saw fresh tears falling down your cheeks. James quickly wiped them away with only his thumbs. No tender kisses brushed them away, his touch was gentle but not in a way that soothed the restlessness in your soul.

“Do you feel something seeing me in this? I mean, really feel something? Because I don’t feel anything when I put it on. I’ve been trying so hard to feel something, anything but... I don't."

James tossed his keys on the dresser and stuffed his hands in his pockets now that he realized what this was. It wasn’t a simple case of cold feet or some cute moment you were going to bring up at the rehearsal for a quick laugh during toasts. He didn’t look mad, he was disconcerted, and you couldn’t blame him for that.

You didn’t fully understand why yourself, so you couldn’t expect him to.

“Okay. What is this, baby? What’s going on?”

As good and kind as James was, it wasn’t there.

“I’m not in love, and I don’t think you are either.”

The confirmation you needed flashed in his eyes. He didn’t feel it either. You stepped forward and held your hands out for his. James placed his hands in your hands without any hesitation, his fingers tightened around yours the longer the silence stretched between you. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and when his eyes opened again, there was something different about them. They were filled with acceptance and a little bit of relief you knew he wouldn’t want you to see.

“I do love you, and I would take care of you,” James offered as if he was giving you one last opportunity to change your mind. One more chance to do the right thing.

You kissed his cheek and pulled your hand back from his hold, leaving the three-carat oval cut diamond resting in his palm. People lived that lie every day. Your parents, James’s parents, and you wouldn’t be surprised to find out it was the foundation on which most of the marriages you knew were born. Its prevalence among your social status was hefty and typical, but that wouldn’t be fair to either of you.

It wasn't a lie you could spend the rest of your life telling.

“I know, but I want more than that. I want to feel it.”

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“Okay, May. I am out of here,” You chirped. It had been a long, exhausting day. You worked a double shift after one of the other waitresses, an Omega, called out claiming she was in heat, but this was her third heat in four months. It was entirely possible that she was being truthful and not using her designation to get extra days off so she could play house with that Beta she’s been dating since Halloween. Maybe she was a medical marvel, and her heats really did come three times as often as every other Omega on the planet.

All you knew for certain? Your bed was calling your name, and you could not wait to get out of this diner.

“The rush seems to have died down, and I am dead on my feet, so I’m leaving before we get the late dinner crowd, and you beg me to stay.”

“Yeah, yeah. Always complaining,” May teased with a grin and a motherly gleam in her eye. “Take your cut from the tips, and then I want you to eat and get some sleep. You can come in for the dinner shift tomorrow.”

“You gonna clear that with Roger?”

May rolled her eyes at the mention of your boss; Alpha and every bit the knothead prick.

“I’ll deal with him. Don’t you worry about it.”

"Hey, Y/n.” You glanced at Karen, who had a taunting smirk making her pale cheeks flush, she was pointing to the far back of the diner with her order pad, and she mocked with a teasing grin, “Look who it is! Your boy arrived just in time to see you off."

Your eyes followed her bright purple pen, and your knees went weak the moment you laid eyes on him. You didn’t know he was coming tonight. It’s been four days since you last saw his pretty face (not that you were counting or anything!), and you hadn’t realized how much you missed him until that moment. The handsome, dark-haired Alpha was sitting at one of your usual tables and looked uneasy, his leg was bouncing up and down at a vigorous pace, his dark blue hoodie pulled up over his head, and he was wringing his hands together as he scanned the small diner for you -- what you hoped was for you anyway.

"Don't get any ideas about that, Alpha." May Parker huffed.

The older Omega was a little cynical from the cards life had dealt her, and from the second you showed up looking for a job, she took it upon herself to look after you the way a mother would. It wasn't as if your mother had any interest in your life at the moment, not after you embarrassed her and left a black smear on your family’s name. A mark didn’t suffice for the choices you made. Your actions affected everyone in the family, bled onto the very fabric your ancestors stitched together, and made a tear that thread and needle could never mend. Apparently, you should have married even though you weren’t in love and simply found a way to fall in love with James after vows and rings were exchanged.

At least May understood your choice, and you couldn’t blame her for the fire in her eyes and the ice in her touch when it comes to Alphas; life had not been kind to her. Despite losing her true mate at a young age, only to end up with a sad stand-in for the man she lost. He abused his designation and using it to control her and her son. It took years to rid herself of him, but she built a nice life without him. She obtained assistance from an Omega Shelter, went through therapy to break their bond, and even bought a place of her own. Even after all the good that has come over the last seven years, the clouded memories have left her jaded and wary.

"You need to find someone that will take care of you, and he's not it. You stay away from Billy Russo, you hear me? He's not a good Alpha. I’ve known him longer than you have.”

That was true. You’ve only been in the city for eight months and working at Sunrise Diner for seven. Billy was a customer long before you came around, but according to Karen, he would pick up an order to go, barely spoke to anyone, and never tried to get a table. May didn’t know him any better than you did. It wasn’t as if they had some long-standing relationship or history. You were grateful for the advice, but you could make your own judgments.

You’ve let someone else be your eyes and voice for far too long, and you weren’t about to allow yourself to repeat past mistakes.

Billy finally found you standing behind the counter, and the second your eyes locked his own lit up, his legs settled, and the smile on his face just about knocked you over. Your smile widened as you stared at each other for what felt like ages.

"Y/n, are you listening to me?” May snapped her fingers in front of your face, forcing your eyes to focus on her. “He's trouble. Ex-marine with more issues than one person can handle."

You tossed your apron under the register in the black bin that held all the dirty smocks for the night. You glanced at your reflection in the silver napkin holder, resting in the order window and swore under your breath. Your hair’s frayed and sticking out every which way, and your lip gloss faded the first hour into your shift. It was too late to do anything about that now. Not with May watching your every move and Billy sitting so close, his eyes trained on you now that he found you.

Having Billy watch you fix your lipstick because he came in would be an embarrassment you wouldn’t survive.

"That's why he should have someone he can lean on. We are friends. I have a feeling he needs someone that won’t judge him for a past he can’t change.”

"Trouble,” May huffed. “You're asking for trouble."

You practically skipped over to the table Billy sat at. Same one as always. The booth at the far back of the bright restaurant where he had a view of the bathrooms and the front door. He always sat with his back against the wall, and every few minutes, his eyes wandered over to the exit door on his right. You didn’t know what happened, but you knew it was enough to keep him on edge at all times.

"Hey, Stranger."

Billy's near-black eyes looked brighter now that you’re near, and he gave you that toothy grin that made your stomach flip.

"Hey, sunshine.”

Sunshine.

Billy has called you that from the moment you met, you weren’t sure why, but it made your heart race every time it rolled off his tongue. You have to admit you didn’t hate the feeling.

"You haven't been in for a few days. I was starting to think the mac and cheese scared you off."

That wasn’t really true. Though, you did question the state of the mac and cheese on a regular basis. The way the noodles all stuck together in that round ball wasn’t natural. This was more about you than sticky elbow pasta goop. You were slightly worried that he may have started seeing an Omega and would no longer be coming by for these late-night visits. Not that it was any of your business. It’s not as if you’re bonded or even potential mates. You haven’t spent a moment with Billy outside this diner. You had not an ounce of claim on him, and you certainly didn’t have a say in who he spent his days with -- or his nights.

Billy let his hood fall back, and he ran a hand over his buzzed hair. His scars were no longer as angry and red as they were when he first came in on that rainy Tuesday afternoon seven months ago. You can still recite every word he said to you that day like some silly school girl daydreaming about the cute boy in study hall. Some nights you did just that, on evenings when he didn’t come by or stayed far too late and left your heart aching for another ten minutes.

Scars or no, he was still the most handsome Alpha you had ever seen.

"Yeah, I'm sorry about that. I, uh, it's been a tough few days is all, and I haven't had a second to come in."

You eyed him for a long minute, and you realized what he meant by a tough few days. More like it smacked you right in the face -- rut.

Did he share his rut with someone?

No. No, probably not.

Billy didn’t seem to give his trust freely, so you doubted he called a Service Center to help him through his rut. That didn't mean he didn't have an Omega in his life, one he trusted enough to share it with. It shouldn’t matter if he did, so why did you want to know so badly? It would be easier if you could simply scent him to find out. That’s what you wanted to do. You were aching to scent him right there in the middle of the damn diner in front of Karen, May, and anyone else that wanted to stare. You wanted to be sure there wasn’t a hint of another Omega anywhere near him, maybe leave a little bit of you on him.

What the hell was wrong with you?

You’ve never been this possessive before. Even with James, you never cared if he came home smelling like another Omega. Hell, you never gave it a thought. Billy wasn’t yours, and you needed to remember that.

"I’m glad you’re back. I missed you."

Billy tried to fight off his grin. He tried hard, but it still showed up brightly enough to make you simper. He must have liked that because his scent sweetened, and it was so thick it had your knees shaking. You stood up as straight as you could and locked your knees. Letting your legs give out over some handsome Alpha like a stereotypical Omega would be a shame you could never come back from.

"Is that right?" Billy drawled, smirking as he took in the tremble in your knees and the honey sugaring your scent.

"Yeah, you're my favorite customer,” you answered with a slight shrug. Billy chuckled and ducked his head to hide the pink spreading from his cheeks down his neck, but you caught the rosy hue regardless.

"Favorite." He recited the word as if he didn't like the way it tasted on his tongue like he was confused as to why you would use that word in association with him.

"Without question,” you assured him.

The hesitation in his eyes and confusion had your heart breaking. Someone along the way, recently or long ago, made him feel as though he wasn’t worthy of being someone’s favorite, of being that important to someone. The thought made your gut clench in the worst way. Billy was more than deserving of that title.

"So, I'm about to get off. My shift actually ended about ten minutes ago. Well, technically, my shift ended at two, not eight, but one of the girls is out making medical history, so here I am."

"Oh,” Billy murmured. He was disappointed, that was plain to see. The light in Billy’s eyes instantly faded, and he began to slide out of the booth. You had a feeling if he left now, he would end up picking tacos off the dollar menu at some fast-food chain, eating all alone back at his place. You couldn’t have that now, could you? Besides, friends have dinner together all the time. Isn’t that what Karen told you every time she had dinner with Frank?

Yes, friends could have dinner together, and it didn’t have to mean more than noodles and cheese.

”I can- I'll go eat somewhere else. I don’t want to keep you if you’re going home.”

You rested your hand on his shoulder to keep him from sliding out past you and shook your head, still smiling down at him. "Oh, no, you don’t. Unless you want to leave, of course. Food here isn't great."

Billy looked up at you, and his eyes have gone dark again, but it wasn’t in the way you liked. He was struggling to figure out what he wanted to say. You could see the moment Billy gave in to whatever it was, he was wrestling with and confessed, “I don't come here for the food.”

Your heart was pounding so hard you swore you could hear it in your ears. No doubt, Billy could pick it up in your scent. You never considered buying suppressants until you met Billy Russo. Then again, there were a lot of things you never considered until you met him. You blew out a shaky breath, and your words came out in as a stuttering mess, "Then… w-why do you come h-here?"

Billy held your gaze but didn’t elaborate further. It was probably for the best. If he had said what you thought could be the reason you might have melted right there at his feet and would have been forced to quit your job citing irremediable humiliation.

"Okay, um, well, I maybe thought I could eat with you? I haven't eaten since this morning, and I've been working all day, so I’m starving."

Billy frowned at that, and he quickly pressed for more, "You haven't eaten all day? So, that means you worked all day without taking a break?”

"Yeah, it happens. Some days it's really busy, and I don't get a second. Roger, our boss, he’s not great at following labor laws. If things get busy like they were today, there is no way he’s letting me take a break.”

If it was possible, Billy’s eyes blackened, and his normal candied scent turned sour. It was a subtle change to the whiskey and brown sugar scent you’ve come to know. He wasn’t on blockers, nor were you, it made his feelings easy to read. You weren’t sure he liked that fact at the moment. The scrunch of his nose and the wrinkle in his brow said he was trying to control his feelings to keep them hidden from you, or maybe he was attempting to understand whatever feeling was jumbled in his head.

“I don’t-- I don’t like that. You should be getting breaks so you can eat. You have to eat.”

You didn’t like it either, but there was little you could do. You had no way to prove that Roger refused to let you take breaks, and it wasn’t like he said he would fire you if you went on break. It only was heavily implied, and he knew when to use an Alpha command, with the tiniest drop in his voice, he had Omegas scampering to do as he wished. Thankfully, you have yet to be on the receiving end, and you had no intention of experiencing it. You needed this job whether or not Billy approved of your break schedule. You couldn’t do anything about Roger or your schedule, but you might be able to fix Billy’s spoiled mood and catch another glimpse of his pretty smile.

"How about you feed me then?" You suggested with a grin.

Billy’s frown quickly faded into a crooked smirk, a gentle chuckle followed, and everything turned sweeter. Whenever Billy was smiling, there was a little more sugar and a little less whiskey floating nearby, and it often left your head spinning for days after. You’ve never been one to fall for a sugar rush over a whiskey high -- until now.

"Okay, Sunshine. I can do that. Do you want to eat here or somewhere else?"

"Where are you most comfortable?"

"Where am I most comfortable…” Billy repeated the question, brows furrowed in thought, and he responded without thinking, “I’m most comfortable when I’m with you."

Billy quickly realized that was not what you meant when he looked up to see your eyes widen. He cleared his throat and sat up straighter as he tacked on an addendum, hoping you would ignore his first admission. "Nowhere that’s loud. Or, um, crowded. I’m not great in large rowdy groups. I need a place I can sit like this. My back against the wall and know my exits."

You knew that already and now you were mad at yourself for making him admit it out loud, but you had to confess not all of his revelation sounded so bad.

"I'll tell you what I live right around the corner. How about you come over, and I'll make you dinner?"

Inviting an Alpha you barely knew back to your place wasn’t the smartest thing you’ve done. Everyone knows, Omegas at least, you never tell an Alpha your address until you’re courting, and you know what kind you’re dealing with. You couldn’t explain why but your heart and your head were telling you to trust him and when they agree on something you listen.

“You want me to come back to your apartment?”

Billy seemed to be questioning your judgment, but nothing felt wrong about having Billy in your home.

“Only if it will make you feel more comfortable. If not, I know a pizza place a few blocks away, but we will have to catch a cab.”

You truly didn’t mind either way as long as Billy was comfortable. He took a few thoughtful seconds before he nodded. “Your place is okay. If you’re sure, you want me to know where you live.”

You grinned and stepped back so he could stand. “Let me grab my purse, and I’ll meet you by the door, okay?”

Billy didn’t have a chance to answer because you were bounding off towards the counter and the group of nosy Omegas watching you both with interest. Billy stuffed his hands in the pockets of his hoodie, watching you share a few hushed whispers with the older woman behind the register.

“You’re leaving together? Y/n, this is not a good idea. Why can’t you stay here together where we keep an eye on you? It would be safer that way.”

“I said I’m fine. I don’t need you to look after me just because I’m an Omega. I can handle myself, and I can handle Billy.”

“He’s not what you think. I only want you to be careful.”

You jerked your jacket out from under the counter and slipped your arms into the black puffy arms. You were already done with this. She didn’t know Billy any better than you did. Maybe she saw some things, or he came off like a typical asshole Alpha once when they first met, but the only conversation they have had revolved around grilled cheese sandwiches and you. You stopped in front of May, and you couldn’t keep the ice out of your voice even if you had wanted to. “Did you ever stop to think that maybe he’s not what you think? I’ll see you tomorrow. Have a good night, May.”

Billy glanced over your shoulder and back at you as you approached. “Everything alright over there?”

“Oh, you know.” You shrugged as you stepped out the door Billy was holding open for you. “Co-worker drama.”

There were tiny bits of moonlight shining down on the sidewalk next to you. It was awkward at first. This wasn’t your normal dynamic. Billy came in and ordered the same grilled cheese and fries every night; not that you could blame him for that, it was probably the only edible thing on the menu. You would make some cute comment about melted cheese and Billy would give you that smile that set skin on fire, he left a tip that was always triple the cost of the tiny sandwich and promised to see you real soon. You knew the risks that came with what you were doing. You are breaking the first rule they teach you in Orientation class, but you didn’t care, and it didn’t scare you.

Billy didn’t scare you.

“You know you really shouldn’t invite Alphas you don’t know back to your apartment. It’s not safe. I could be anyone. I could be some asshole Alpha using that sweetness in your heart to take advantage of you.”

Maybe that was the thing that should scare you -- your blind trust for an Alpha you barely knew.

“No, you’re not, Billy.”

“Yeah? How do you know that, Sunshine?”

Billy was teasing you, the mile-wide grin on his face told you so. You shook your head and matched his smile. The answer was pretty simple, really. It was the one thing missing with James. You felt the tension in your shoulders lift, and you told him the only thing about tonight that mattered.

“I can feel it.”

Masterlist // Part 2

#Alpha!Billy Russo x Omega! Reader #Billy Russo x reader #Billy Russo x you #Billy Russo x yn #Billy Russo #A/B/O au #a/b/o #a/b/o dynamics #alpha!billy #alternate universe

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[scans] monotube magazine vol. 2 | wonwoo interview under cut

“We’ve seen the world from a completely different perspective.”

#Cameraman of Khaosan Road #MV director debut planned #Cold host #Acrostic Poem Passed to Joshua

I enjoyed . It felt like watching a locker room of a professional sports team. We’ve always shown our bright and happy side on stage. Some CARATs say they were shocked when they watched it.

I heard that Wonwoo’s interest these days is taking landscape pictures. Is there a reason why you like shooting landscapes, not characters? We go on a lot of tours. In the past, I thought the scenery would remain in my head when I went on a trip abroad, but it was easy to forget when I saw the scenery I liked. So then I started taking photos of the scenery to remember that image for a long time. As I was taking it, it was just too attractive. Since then, I’ve studied film to develop further. It started as a small hobby at first, but it turned into a big one.

Did you participate in making the “Snap Shoot” MV? “Snap Shoot” is made by Mingyu. I was going to do it with Mingyu at first, but the camera model is different, so it didn’t stick well when I was editing it. So Mingyu decided to film and edit it. But I was proud that the results came out really well.

Did you learn how to edit videos formally? During the tour, we got lessons from the documentary directors whenever we had time. After the tour schedule, we took classes in the evening, and we talked over a beer together. I think I stayed up all night editing whenever I had time to.

You got one point lessons from the masters. When was the most enjoyable shoot during the tour? I was given a break when I was in Thailand. So Mingyu and I took our cameras to Khaosan Road in Bangkok. We filmed in our own way, edited it, and compared it. It was the same place, but it was so different. It was really meaningful and amazing that we were in the same place and we saw the same world from a completely different perspective. If Mingyu’s visual is like a music video for “Snap Shoot”, mine looks like a commercial.

Do you have any plans to show these video works to your fans? If there’s a chance, I’m going to upload my personal videos to the SEVENTEEN channel. In a bigger picture, Mingyu and I are talking about making a music video. I’m planning to shoot a music video that’s full of art and props on the set, not just a street music video like “Snap Shoot”

Through “Debate Night,” you drew attention as a cool-headed debate host that reminds of Son Seok-hee of the past “100 Minute Debate.” It’s a debate battle structure between six members, but as a host, which member has the logic that cannot be surrendered? I mean… we don’t talk about normal topics (laughs). The person who insists completely well can win the game. Jeonghan and Woozi try to persuade them logically. I think DK and Hoshi are really good at arguing nonsense. It’s too fun watching them, so at times I think the logic is actually good.

Can you make an acrostic poem with “Heng:garae”? Sigh. We have a member who is in charge of an acrostic poem (laughs). Rather than professionally speaking, Joshua is really quick-witted. After 2 years since our debut, we only made Joshua to make an acrostic poem (laughs).

#seventeen #svt #wonwoo #jeon wonwoo #monotube #t:scans #g:seventeen #m:wonwoo #a:monotube #wrote out the interview so yall dont have to do some zoom shit on the images jlkfdas #it's really cool reading him talk about his film interests #and lmao comparing his film style to a commercial fjakdlfdja #LET MINGYU AND WONWOO START A YOUTUBE CHANNEL 2K20 #sorry just making these tags as i transcribe #i love how wonwoo just shoved the responsibility of doing an acrostic poem to joshua so he wouldn't have to LMAOOO #t:text #also ya'll know my grief over the gray one #i tried my best #translations

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purpleyellow · 4 years

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Left & Right

Seventeen 14th member

Hayun’s masterlist

“The one where they have a comeback in the middle of a pandemic”

a/n: I straight up didn’t know how to title or describe this, so I guess you’ll have to read to find out. Feel free to let me know your thoughts as well as send me some requests💙. Ask box is also open to random chats.

“Why are we performing so many songs again?” Mingyu asked walking inside of the dressing room.

The Seventeen members were currently getting ready to start recording the MNET stages for their Left & Right comeback and, for some reason, they would also be performing songs from other comebacks as well.

“Because Blueberry Oppa told us to” Hayun said from her sitting position on the couch without getting her eyes off her phone and Mingyu furrowed his eyebrows.

“Who?”

“Me,” Scoups said unamused from his makeup chair, his blue hair currently getting styled “Also, I wasn’t the one who decided it”

“Yeah, but to me you’re in charge of everything I don’t know the reason of” Hayun shrugged her shoulders and blocked her phone, patting the empty spot on the couch for Mingyu to sit and let her lean against him. “Anyways, does anyone remember the chorus choreography for Mansae?”

“What do you mean does anyone remember? We literally rehearsed it over and over all week long” Woozi turned around from his spot on the makeup station with a shocked expression.

“We rehearsed a lot of things this week, I guess my mind just focused on the new stuff, but I’m sure once I hear the song muscle memory will jump in” Hayun said and felt Mingyu giggling at her dumb excuse.

“It goes like this” Hoshi said from the other side of the room, standing up and doing the first move of the choreo.

“Yeah, see I remember it now” Hayun pointed at him and gave him a thumbs up and a wink. Without a reaction, Hoshi sat back down on the other couch, clearly used to dealing with her forgetful mind.

“Hayun hair and makeup done, you’re already in costume as well, great” One of their managers started walking inside the room and checking how far along things were going “Mingyu please go dress up as well and we’ll be right on schedule”

“Nooo” Hayun whined clinging to the boy’s arm so he couldn’t move “I need my headrest with me”

“Let him go,” Joshua said standing up from where the stylists were just done with him “I’ll cover for him”

Letting Mingyu go, she waited for Josh to sit on his place and leaned her head on his shoulder “Where did our child go by the way?” She asked while looking around the room.

“Our child? Dino is your kid, not mine” He laughed at her question and Hayun rolled her eyes.

“Dino is my and Jeonghan’s child. Vernon is ours, you’re doing a terrible job as a father by the way” She smirked even though he couldn’t see her face.

“I’m sure he’s grown enough to take care of himself” As he said that, Vernon walks in along another manager, Hayun couldn’t help but notice how his shoelaces were untied and slapped Joshua on the chest pointing at them.

“Clearly not enough to walk without a tripping hazard,” She said loud enough for the younger boy to hear and Vernon looked at his shoes confused. With a yelp, he kneeled down to tie them and Hayun smiled satisfied “And that’s parenting 101”

Snorting, Josh rested his arm on the couch and started playing with her reddish hair “You’re calling Cheol blueberry, but you’re out here looking like a strawberry”

Rolling her eyes, Hayun slapped his hand away and got up from the couch mumbling a “Mingyu didn’t make fun of me” and walking out of the room.

Without a specific place to go, she decided to check out the stage. Usually doing that before a performance was impossible due to the fans waiting in the audience, but since South Korea was doing their most to prevent agglomerations that meant there would be no audience there.

Passing behind the staff members, she went to the side of the stage and stared at the almost empty auditorium they had performed at so many times before, but now it seemed different. Of course, Hayun was no stranger to changes, having adapted moving around since a child, and living through tough times made her very resilient. Still, there was something melancholic about having a comeback without the straight feedback of a crowd.

She stood there for a few minutes, staring at the empty seats and imagining the faces of all the fans who could have been there cheering for them. For a split second, she remembered the unfinished tour they had to stop because of the virus and she wished to meet each of the people who bought tickets and personally apologize for it.

“It’s not your fault” DK showed up out of nowhere behind her, making Hayun jump scared from the sudden company “I know what you’re thinking because I was thinking the same thing, but we have no control over what happened”

“I know” Hayun smiled softly at him “ At least we can put a smile on, perform with a lot of love and hope they’ll feel it through the screen”

“That’s so cheezy” He laughed at what she said, not in a mocking way, but more of an amazed one “But, yeah, sounds like a plan”

“Let’s go see if the other losers are ready” She said side hugging him and walking back to the dressing room.

Within five minutes, all of them were ready and they started the marathon of performances. It wasn’t as tiring as the tour itself since they had breaks in between to change outfits, touch up their make up and get feedback from the staff in charge of sound and cameras.

After the last song, they stayed on stage to do last mentions and thank the staffs, Hayun stood at the end of the line next to Jun when suddenly, the screens on stage that were making some kind of animation, changed to show a bunch of Carats holding paper signs and lightsticks.

Looking at her right, she asked the staff if they were live and they said they could see and hear them at that time.

“Wow,” she exclaimed with a smile on her face and jumping on Jun’s back for some kind of height leverage. Waving at the fans through the screen, she could feel herself becoming giddy and tried to tone down her excitement, but of course, that wasn’t doable.

Turning her head to the other members, she only got happier as she saw the gleam in their eyes. Seokmin looked at her from his spot and mouthed an excited “They’re here!!” to which she gave him two big thumbs up.

“Can I put you down? I want to wave at them too” Jun said smiling still in a little bit of shock and she jumped off his back, making a big heart with her arms.

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pricklerick · 3 years

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Thanksgiving used to be Summer’s favorite holiday.

It meant spending two whole nights with Jerry’s parents and waking up early and going for a long walk in the snow, then peeling off wet clothes just in time to watch the dog show on TV while grandma baked pumpkin pie.

Things are different now, with Grandpa Rick and Morty gone. Dad, of course, had instantly accused Grandpa Rick of kidnapping Morty. Mom had screamed that her father would never do something like that to his family, to her (even know Summer knows that deep down, her mother was very afraid that Grandpa Rick had done exactly that).

The divorce was so ugly that Summer transferred to a school in Texas, losing a bunch of her class credits just to get away from them.

Texas is good. Well, it’s hot, and Summer’s skin hates that, but the people are nice and her classes are easy, and if she stays within a certain neighborhood, she can find whatever she wants without having to edge over to the east side of town.

She even has a finance. David plays football and his parents own a ranch in the Texas hill country. They have a little money and they like to flaunt it.

Years ago, before Grandpa Rick burst into Summer’s life and started taking her little brother on adventures, before portal guns and real guns and near death experiences became Summer’s adrenaline fix, she would have been thrilled to nail down a guy like David. David is kind, and sweet, and very attractive. He’s got a good future and he’s looking at being scouted as quarterback next year.

Summer’s ring is a gaudy thing, at least two carats, and it sits heavy on her finger. She only wears it when she knows she’ll be with David or the in-laws. It’s an heirloom ring, passed down through generations, and Summer hates it. She’s forever fiddling with it, or pulling her sleeve down to cover it, or hiding it in her back pocket when she’s out with girl friends.

She doesn’t go out as often anymore - they’re seniors now, and Summer has been told that the partying needs to slow down now that David’s future is getting serious. Summer is fine with this. There’s nothing on this earth that matches a party in space, anyway.

Sometimes, Summer looks up at the night sky and wonders how she could get her hands on some of Grandpa Rick’s K-Lax. That was good stuff.

It’s easy to justify spending Thanksgiving away from home because of travel expenses and final exams. Summer’s done it three years in a row now. She doesn't often think of Beth, or of Jerry, either. She’s deeply entrenched in a new family now, invested in a future mother-in -law who insists on being called “Mama June” or even just “Mama,” and an emotionally detached father-in-law who feels that talking to a woman who is not his wife is beneath him.

Summer is spending more and more time outside, looking at the stars, wishing, remembering.

But this week, the week before break, at 2:43 am, Summer’s phone screen lights up with a call from “Beth Smith.” And when Summer, groggy and maybe already a little hungover, answers with a hoarse, “Hello?” Beth is slobbering drunk.

“Honey, please,” Beth cries, slurring her words and hitching her breaths. “I need to see my baby, Summer. It’s Thanksgiving, next week. Summer, remember? Remember Thanksgiving? You... You’re all I have left.”

Yeesh.

Summer does not want to spend her break dealing with Beth and all of her sloppy-alcoholic coping mechanisms.That’s why she’d run away to Texas to begin with.

Summer hasn’t been home since the night they lost Morty.

She doesn’t want to go back. So she shushes Beth over the phone, lets her cry it out and then they start it all again, the crying and the shushing, over and over until Beth is nearly asleep, slurring half-formed words into her pillow.

Summer disconnects the call and drops her face into her hands. “Fuck.”

“What, babe?”

Ugh, she’d forgotten that David had stayed over.

David wraps his greedy arms around Summer’s waist and pulls her in, his naked boner brushing hot against her thigh. It makes her sick. She pulls away from him, leaning against the headboard and fumbling for the lamp. Beside her, David blinks owlishly in the light.

“I’m going home for Thanksgiving,” she tells him. No sense dragging it out.

“Oh,” says David, reaching up to stroke Summer’s cheeks and twine his fingers in her hair. Summer tenses at this, but David is oblivious, still carding his big stupid paws though Summer’s shower-damp braids and looking at her with an intensity that is frankly... terrifying. “What about coming back to Pilot Point, babe?,” he reminds her and he leans forward in an effort to pepper Summer’s face with kisses. Summer dodges them, making a show of reaching for her phone, so David grabs her hand instead. “Remember talking about seeing my folks?”

Summer is suddenly disgusted with herself. She ran away from home straight into the arms of this Mama’s boy who can hardly keep it up for the four and a half minutes it takes him to blow his load in missionary position.

Summer is a Sanchez.

She’s wondered for a while, especially after that stunt Dad pulled during the divorce, if she should have her name legally changed. She shares a quarter of Grandpa Rick’s genes, and by her rights as a Sanchez, the universe owes her good sex.

At least.

“Sorry, David,” she says and she deftly rolls away from him to stand at the edge of their shared bed. “Plans have changed. Mom needs me.”

Now David is sitting up, looking for all the world like a kicked puppy, but there’s a hardness in his eyes that Summer doesn’t like. Oh well. In for a penny, she guesses.

“Listen, dude, this isn’t working anyway. I’m not the hot little wifey on your arm that your parents are hoping you’ll find here.” She snorts, pacing around the bedroom, ticking off points on her fingers. “I don’t even want kids. I’m Summer Sanchez. I’ve been to space. I’ve seen the stars and constellations and comets and asteroids. I’ve met people you wouldn’t believe. I’ve met planets you wouldn’t believe - sentient planets, David! I’ve hit alien drugs that would blow your tiny mind.” She’s trembling now, all keyed up, but it feels good. There’s something cathartic about acknowledging the truth after so long.

She decides that Summer Sanchez has a nice ring to it.

She lifts her hands and twirls, landing in a heap at the foot of the bed. “The best sex I ever had was with a flying lamb on Oourivian Prime, for Chrissakes.” Summer turns, flushed and grinning, and pokes David in the chest. “You better believe I’m not settling down on a silly horse farm in Pilot Point!”

David is looking at her wide-eyed and slack-jawed, like he’s seeing her for the first time. The thought makes Summer smile a real smile. In a fit of giddiness, she pecks him playfully on the lips, sliding his ridiculous ring from her finger and curling it into his palm. “Good luck with that, babe!”

Feeling freer than she has in years, she flutters around the room, grabbing a few outfits that she likes and stuffing them haphazardly into an old gym bag. The whole thing takes less than a minute.

“Oh, and don’t take it too hard,” she calls over her shoulder, “I don’t think we’re really all that sexually compatible, anyway.” She waves a hand toward the flagging erection that is peaking from David’s boxers. “I’m more of a tentacle kind of girl, if you know what I mean.”

And so, during the fall semester of her senior year, Summer Sanchez dropped out of Texas A&M’s pre-law program and flew home to see her mother for the first time in three years.

xxx

Morty enters through the front door because he’s not a stranger. He’s not exactly sure how long it’s been on Earth - time moves differently on Morty’s waste planet - but somehow, he hadn’t expected it to be night. It makes him feel like a burglar, walking up the concrete steps to the front door with his big black cowl pulled low over his face, a deeply ingrained habit.

“You’ve only got one face, Mo-AAAUURRGG-rty. Don’t get caught with it.”

The key code to unlock the door is the same. Morty sighs, surprised at the stress that leaves his body with this revelation. He hadn’t wanted to break into his parents’ home. Now, he doesn’t have to.

He whirls around, taking one last look at the ship he’d parked on the garage pad. He’d avoided the streetlamps best he could, managed to land very quietly (thanks for that rad auto-landing feature, Rick)partially concealed behind some overgrown azaleas.

Morty sighs, tense again. Modifications aside, that is obviously Rick’s ship to anybody who knows it. Morty hopes he can get what he needs and get out. It would be wrong to disturb whatever peace his family had managed to regain in the years he’s been gone.

The front door is squeakier than Morty remembers. He slips into the kitchen as quickly, quiet as a ghost, and pulls the door slowly to behind him.

His first thought is that he’d forgotten that home has a smell. Carpet and lemon pledge and laundry detergent, and the lingering scent of last night’s dinner all converge on his senses like a physical blow to the gut.

How could Morty have forgotten that smell?

He glances around, eyes adjusting to the dim light of the street lamps. A few scattered dishes lie in the sink, an empty wine bottle sits abandoned on the counter. He’s standing on the same ugly linoleum floor with its worn green leaf patten, so subtle you’d miss it if you didn’t know where to look.

Time hasn’t touched the kitchen.

Morty stands in his childhood home and takes three deep breaths. He thought he’d been prepared for anything and everything - all the changes. He’d been ready.

But the house is exactly the same.

It’s Morty who has changed.

Morty’s breathing speeds, and he shakes off the shudder that tempts to run down his spine. If the kitchen affected him this deeply…. He swings his gaze to the garage door that beckons ominously to his left.

Don’t think about it, he reminds himself sharply. The plan is simple - break into the garage, grab the stuff, and get out. There will be time for memories later.

Don’t think about it. Don’t think about… him.

Morty shakes himself, setting his shoulders and pulling the heavy door handle toward him as he turns it to minimize noise. Unlike the kitchen, the swing of the garage door is silent.

The darkness deepens as Morty steps down the single step - there are no windows to let in the glow of the street lights here. The air is hotter and heavy, almost stale, and as Morty turns his back to the room to slowly pull the door to, he gets the strangest feeling. It’s almost the uneasiness he feels when he walks to the grave of the other Morty who is buried in the backyard. It raises the hairs on his neck, and Morty wonders if anybody in the family have used this garage since...

Don’t think about it.

Door secured and locked, Morty lets his fingers drift along the walls, his opposite hand outstretched in search of obstacles. But it seems that the garage is exactly as Morty remembers, and he navigates the dark with increasing confidence. He snags the dangling string - right where it should be - and tugs. The bare bulb that hangs over Rick’s work table pops and hums as it slowly blinks on, and Morty bites back a smile at the irony of the inter-galactic space genius Rick Sanchez discovering his greatest scientific breakthroughs beneath this dirty fluorescent bulb.

A thousand memories assault him at once.

“A hair, Morty, I need one of your hairs!”

“Bring me the thing. The thing. The thing. The -- the -- it's got, like, buttons on it and lights on it. It -- it -- it beeps.”

“You little son of a bitch! Y-y- are you a simulation?! Huh?! Are you a simulation??”

“I’m the Rickest Rick there is. And you know, it would - UUUURRGGHH- go without saying that the Rickest Rick… would have the Mortyest Morty.”

“Be better than I am.”

“Don’t… Don’t think about it.”

Morty sucks in a deep breath and grits his teeth hard. Time to get busy.

xxx

Three hours later, and Morty is almost done with the garage.

He glances at the digital clock that reads 3:33. By the time he gets this stuff loaded, it’ll be nearly daylight.

Damn, he’d really hoped to get everything in one trip. Fuel for a trip to Earth from his encampment is not cheap, and this was a long trip.

He picks up the first item, a strangely lightweight box labeled “Time Travel Stuff” and heads toward the kitchen. He dares not raise the garage door - that would make too much noise.

He opens the door and comes nose to nose with Summer.

“What. The fuck. Are you doing in my grandpa’s garage?” she says slowly, advancing on him with each word.

Morty’s first thought as he stumbles backward is, “Where did my sister get a pistol?”

He trips over the step in an effort to give her some space, sending the box flying. He finds himself sprawled on the floor, space bits everywhere, and his ass is killing him. “Ah, geez,” he breathes, repositioning slowly to take the pressure off of his coccyx. It’s probably broken.

Summer’s hands are trembling, and she lowers the gun. “Morty?”

Oh. His hood had fallen when he did. Morty looks up at her, a little sheepishly, suddenly very aware of the beard he’d decided to grow a while back. “Umm, yeah,” he says lamely, still wincing at the pain. “Hi!”

There’s a funny expression on Summer’s face, like she’s thinking a billion things at once, and her eyes are wider than Morty’s ever seen them. But then her gaze hardens. “And which one are you?” she demands, looking as if she’d like to bring the gun back to his head.

Morty raises his eyebrows. He wouldn’t have expected Summer to immediately question his dimension. Clever of her. He quirks a little smile. “C-137,” he answers her, trying and mostly failing to get back on his feet. “I’m your Morty. Well, your second Morty.”

Quick as a blink, Summer slings the gun away. It lands with a clatter and she launches herself at Morty, wrapping him in a rib-creaking hug. Morty’s body tenses - hugs are definitely not his typical physical interaction. But Summer is burying her face into the crook of his neck, and Morty is surprised to find how easily it fits there. When he’d left, they’d barely stood eye to eye.

Morty is stunned. Summer has never hugged him like this. Feebly, he reaches up and lays his hand across her back. She’s shuddering. So Morty pulls her closer, shifting his weight so that his knees are beneath him, and gathers her in. She allows this, never looking up at him, and slowly, Morty relaxes into it.

“Summer?” he asks softly after what feels like a long time. He’s never been good with his sister’s emotions.

Summer cranes her neck sideways to look at him, and she’s a mess of mascara and tears, red-faced and absolutely shaking with laughter. Morty huffs with her, still utterly bewildered by girls. “What’s funny?”

“Nothing’s funny, Morty,” she tells him, but she’s still laughing, so Morty laughs with her. “You’ve been gone for three years. You’ve been legally declared dead, you asshole!” She swats him on the shoulder, but he manages to doge the blow, which only makes her face fall. She comes closer, looking more tearful now than before, and settles beside him. “We had a fucking funeral for you, you complete sack of dicks!”

Morty doesn’t know what to say, so he grabs Summer’s hand and squeezes. “Sorry.”

And he is.

Summer rolls her eyes and snorts, but there’s something softer at the edge of her lips, and she lays her head on Morty’s shoulder and sighs. Morty assumes means he’s forgiven, at least on some level.

They only sit like that for a minute or so before Morty starts to fidget. His ass is absolutely killing him, and time’s a-ticking. He needs to get out of here soon. Summer seems to read the tension in his body, because she stands abruptly and offers her hand, pulling him to his feet with an exaggerated groan.

“Thanks,” he quirks her a little half-smile, the only thing he has to offer her.

But Summer isn’t looking at him. Her eyes are tracking around the garage, noting the boxes that have been drug out and packed up. Something tightens in her face, and when she speaks, it’s in that no-nonsense tone that always drove him up the wall when they were kids.

“What happened, Morty?” Summer finishes her sweep of the garage and pins her gaze on him.

Morty nearly stumbles back at the intensity of it.

“What happened to you? Where is Grandpa Rick?”

Authors Notes:

Based on Vapor Morty, who was originally developed in this hot mess of a text post. Rick’s been kidnapped and Morty has been scouring the universe trying to find him and doing a lot of learning and growing along the way.

Kidnapped Rick saw Morty “die” just before he was kidnapped and went crazy over it. Morty obviously wasn’t dead, was trying to get to Rick to say hey, I’m all good and these guys are after you so let’s get out of here.

Morty literally lives in an intergalactic dumpster and makes a living renovating and selling weapons and machinery. He found his way home to earth because he wants to find any of Rick’s stuff that he could possibly use to track him down, or maybe even build his own portal gun.

Basically, Morty is a little badass now.

I might write more of these little drabbles if people are interested in them. Also, just really hoping I got Summer’s voice right here. Feedback is always, always appreciated, friends! My messages and ask box are open!

#pricklerick original #rick and morty #vapor morty #rick sanchez #morty smith #rickorty #summer smith #i could pretty easily be convinced to dabble deeper into this au #so many vapor morty feelings #summer is my precious sunshine child

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calypsoff · 3 years

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Sixty Eight. Part 2

Watching Chris walk off in a huff and go to bed sad is actually making me smile, I should not feel like this but it’s just funny that he assumes I would do nothing for him, but he is basing it off what happened with Drake but I do forgive him for it but it makes me smile that he’s upset, it sounds so evil “he’s really upset” Mel said in a whisper “he is very hurt, close the door” I pointed, Mel is walking over to sit next to me “you nasty, like you being so cold with him” Mel closed the door “he’s not there anyways, he has gone upstairs” Mel made her way over to sit with me “the thing is I have said to him, I do forgive you but in his mind he doesn’t think it. I haven’t mentioned anything to him about his birthday, I’ve been very formal and just kept it neutral, but it will be bigger the surprise. Shall we start doing the house up? I am excited to see his face though, I have spoilt him a lot. Like when I found out what happened in Canada I wanted to say fuck it no, but he’s a good guy, he didn’t mean it but I also got him something big too” I have spoilt him too much I think “what else did you get him?” Rorrey asked “a Rolex, I got him a Rolex because I feel like he’s with people that have money and I want him to keep with appearances and I want him to have all these chains and stuff, I got him a Rolex on top of the party and cars so he’s getting very spoilt. This is why I said for nobody to give him anything, he has a lot already and he doesn’t need it. Just being there is nice enough so yeah” I breathed out smiling “that’s sweet you know, he’s going to appreciate that so much, Chris is a very thankful man. Humble too, he seems to me like he never cares for the riches and things. He goes out pretty simple and I have seen the man wear that Gucci jacket every time we out. Humble, I like him so I got him a gift because I wanted too. Just a little something for the man” I cooed out “hope you wrote that love letter in his birthday card” Rorrey laughed “you’re annoying, I see why he went to sleep” rolling my eyes at my brother.

We have done the house up; well I say that. Half of the balloons popped because they are being stupid but it’s twelve and I feel bad he went to sleep so I am just here going through pictures of him, I wanted to do a throwback but no, I am going to post one from our honeymoon I took of him at the bar, just the way he looked at me in that moment and he knew I was taking a picture of him. Just that smile, wow I love him “you smiling hard but not help us?” Looking up from my phone “I am making a heartfelt post about my husband, now hush” they can wait for whatever they are doing because I need to finish this, looking back down at my phone, I sighed out heavily because where do I start with this post, I don’t want to do too much either. Let me keep it cute ‘I just want to wish my husband the best birthday. My best friend, a father. I could write so much but I will save you all the sick show lol. I love you’ I didn’t want to overdo it so this will be the shortest but I wrote what I wanted in his birthday card, looking up from my phone “you emotional” Noella said, nodding my head “just weird, I’m not alone like I always thought I would be. Just makes me emotional. A man can love me” I chuckled “I’m fine, let’s get this done” pressing send on the post, I just think to myself how lonely I really could have been because men saw me as nothing. I can’t see myself without Chris and that is really scary for me, I have always been scared of men in general because of my father being the man he is so I get scared when I actually think how deep in love I am.

This is cute, we have decorated the stairs, the hallway. The living room, we have a cardboard cutout of Chris in his high school jersey, it’s so cute. Just how I remember him, poking my lips out to the side of the cardboard cutout as Mel took the picture “done” I laughed moving back “I mean he was skinny but boy he was very skinny then, imagine a young me crooning over him” Mel snorted laughing “if I was there I would be like sister no, let’s go for the bigger men” taking my phone from Mel, walking off laughing at the picture. He was a little short here too, look at me leaning down to him with my bump in the way. Adding a caption ‘How I met your father ;)’ pressing send “aye! Come on now” these bitches out here twerking on it “we playing” waving them off “y’all have fun, I’m going to bed. Night y’all and see y’all in the morning” waving them off, I need to sleep, or I will be miserable thoughtout the day and night because of the party. Walking up the steps, I am very proud of the handy work. We all put in the effort to do it up, all we need now is Chris wakes up or he just randomly comes down, but I hope not. I have some more teasing to do with him, reaching the top of the steps. I am so tired actually, I was tired of watching girls lusting over Chris, like they keep on saying do all country niggas look like you, oh you fine. Like leave my husband alone, it was annoying, but Chris didn’t care for it. Pushing open the bedroom door, as expected he is asleep. My poor husband fell asleep in annoyance of me, well I did need to get him back for the pain I went through, but he really needs to catch up on when I am trolling him and when I’m not, if like I would do that to him unless he did cheat then I would divorce him. Peaking over at Chris asleep, pouty baby is so cute asleep. I want to ride him.

I am more excited about his birthday, I think it’s more to do with the fact I know but I woke him up before him, this is how much Chris is depressed about his birthday, he is such a drama queen for nothing “done sulking?” He slumped onto the bed “you’re so miserable, honestly. Open my card, get up and read it” he groaned out getting up from the bed “breastfeed me or something, this is wack” side eyeing him as he got up “don’t be so negative, it’s not nice so appreciate what you get” he sat up on the bed “mhmmm ok” he took the card from my lap “thank you Robyn” he sighed out, he is so miserable. My smile grew, he is going to be so shocked tonight because I have invited so many people, I have gone above and beyond for him and I wish I could tell him, but he will find out eventually “aye! It’s me” he turned the card to me, a picture of Chris and I together “I look so slim there” I complimented myself “yeah, you have added some pounds” rolling my eyes, watching him open the card as I reached over my side table and grabbed the Rolex box “no money in this either, Rihanna broke already” he laughed “To Poppa, oh wow. This is a story” he cleared his throat “to Poppa, I want to wish you a happy birthday. The day you were born I know our stars aligned and our path would have crossed no matter when or how, it would have happened. You have been the light of my life, and I mean that because the fame isn’t anything to me because I was lonely. You love me when I was unloved and never once questioned me on why I felt that way and waited until I opened up to you, you never said to me the word love when we were just silly teenagers, but you sure did show it, now you’re never shy to show me that or say it to me. Thank you for loving me Chris, this your first birthday as my husband and I couldn’t be happier, love twin” Chris looked up from the card “don’t say that you’re always loved Robyn” biting on my top lip, I am so emotional “but a man, a male to love me just for me” Chris moved from his position and over to me “don’t think that, men are fickle like that. Thank you, you got me choked up though” he kissed my cheek “thank you, love you twin. Stop the emotions, damn” he moved back “that was sweet, thank you” he said it again “I come with a gift too, this is from me and your daughter” holding out the box and card “really? Oh wow” he took the box and card “this holds weight, damn” Chris grinned, he knows I don’t play when it comes to him.

Watching him with my phone in hand open the card “awww what!” He turned the card to me and I quickly took a picture of his reaction “you like?” I smiled wide “Happy Birthday from the bump, man. Look at the scan picture, she is so beautiful. Thank you” cropping the picture because ain’t no way any bitch is seeing my man in his boxers, they can see chest but his excited smiley face when he saw the card, just shock. Adding a caption ‘Happy Birthday from the bump!’ Pressing send “Happy Birthday dad, I can’t wait to meet you and for you to share your love with me, I know I will be safe in your arms. Love Baby Fenty-Brown” Chris sniffled “that’s amazing, emotional here. Wow, my daughter already got me choked up. Thank you to my beautiful ladies’ wow” I am proud of myself, I got him good “you happy baby? It’s ok, you can cry” he is trying to hold it back” he wiped his eyes “I am good “thank you, I really appreciate it” I cooed out “I know you do Chris, it’s ok” he picked up the Rolex box, I got him an eighteen carat gold Rolex, Diamond bezel and shoulders, ruby dot hours. Diamond dials. It was never cheap that, but it’s from his daughter and me so he better appreciate it “it’s big” he started ripping the wrapping paper from it, I love watching people open gifts. He stopped opening the paper and gasped looking up at me, he is excited. His eyes have lit up “no way” it reminds me of when I got him that Gucci jacket “for me!?” he placed it on the bed and he rolled off the bed “what you doing?” watching him run around the room, giggling at him as he went into the walk in closet and back out. I yelped out as I thought he was going to tackle me, but he jumped over me and back onto the bed “no way! Are you serious!?” I laughed nodding my head “open it poppa” he plopped down onto the bed “I can’t even, Robyn oh my god” he ripped it all open “Rolex!? This is a legit Rolex; I don’t deserve you Robyn. Oh my god, this is too much. What” he is so overjoyed, I am happy “this is from me and baby” he opened the box “oh my god, no way” he shook his head staring at it “Robyn this is crazy, wow. I can’t even, thank you. Oh my god. This is amazing” he crawled over to me “thank you so much, oh my god” hugging him back.

Chris is very excited, like to see him like this is so cute “Rorrey really got me this!? Like this is crazy, now I look like the man of the house, look at me” he came out in the Versace robe “I will let you think that, are you done playing in your robe?” he is here twirling and shit “I am so amazed, oh my god. Wait till I show my mom and dad, they are going to be extra amazed” he is like an excited child and it’s cute “thank you” Chris wrapped his arms around me once again and pressed a kiss to my cheek “it’s ok, come. Let’s go downstairs now, damn. You can show Rorrey the robe, I am sure he will be proud” Chris not moving out of the room, he finally moved. Walking behind him out of the bedroom “I feel so much better, like I really do. I went to bed all sad and shit, like I felt nobody cared” I cooed out, wait till he has his party, and he can see how much people do care “wait?” Chris pointed at the stairs “go down” I laughed “you lied to me all this time, you just tortured me for what” I shrugged “go down then, you know I am slow” Chris went rushing down while I of course made my way down slowly, Rorrey is awake he did text me asking. Also my mother is awake because she mentioned she will make breakfast for him; she is so sweet. I can hear both Rorrey and Chris, they are both kids “you flexing! See when we go on holiday, cigar and robes, we going to be living! I got you, you’re coming with me!” I would say yes to that, it’s with Rorrey too so I don’t mind that “what you think?” I grinned making my way to Chris “dope, thank you. Everyone, like this is amazing, and Monica’ food too!” I can smell that food strong.

“Morning Melissa, you came extra late. We ate whore” Mel side eyed me “who’s fault is that, last minute thing my ass but happy birthday Chris has Noella not gave you our gift yet?” Chris shook his head “I don’t want anything now, I am good. Honestly Robyn got me a Rolex, that is enough for me” Mel cooed out “that is cute, you sure it’s real” I snorted laughing “I am joking, honestly” she is such a bitch “Chris, don’t listen to her. It’s real, very real” Mel sat down at the table with us “we are going for a meal tonight actually so you need to look cute, not so much birthday meal but I can’t be bothered to cook” my mother doesn’t approve of my ways of saying things, she says I am being mean but I’m not “that’s cool, I can find an outfit. I can wear my Rolex too, that is amazing. It’s my birthday so I will pay for the meal” I grinned “how sweet of you, but I have an outfit for you to wear so just wear that” Chris is so happy, here I am trying to make out we ain’t doing anything else “I think Robyn should stay home, mommy you hear what she did, she made him go bed early on the eve of his birthday because she just acted like it meant nothing” Rorrey is a snitch “that is your husband Robyn, stop it. Jokes can hurt feelings” I sighed out “Rorrey shut up, honestly. I didn’t do anything, look how happy he is, I know how to make him happy” I don’t know why Rorrey has to set my mom off for nothing.

#chrianna fanfiction #fanfiction #chriannaff #chrianna #chrianna ff #fanfic

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leejihoonownsmyheart · 3 years

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Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4 , 5 , 6 , 7, 8 , 9 , 10 , 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29

Chapter Thirty:

The worst part about being crazy was the way people acted when they realized you were crazy.

People always treated you oddly. Some as if you were as fragile as glass, others treated you like the most precious thing in life. Overall no one treated you the right way. You weren’t some trophy to be won, only to be kept up on a shelf for the rest of your life.

You weren’t some token that helped people achieve things in their lives, and yet you were constantly fighting for basic human recognition. People always treated you differently and then the minute they put together the pieces of why... They gave you the look.

You couldn’t stand it. Not because it came from strangers or form people in your life that meant practically nothing to you. But because it always came from people who knew you. People who should be able to understand. But no one ever did.

Instead, they made their realizations and they looked at you... Like they were scared of you and it was terrifying.

It was terrifying to see them stare at you and make the realization that you were unhinged, and you would do whatever you felt was necessary to protect the people you cared about. And that terror that gripped your heart when someone looked at you scared just made you angry.

This was a close friend who was supposed to love you, to trust you unconditionally. But instead, they were terrified of you. They didn’t trust you in the least.

And on top of that, they would proceed to compare themselves to you- Something you may not have minded were in not for that damned look. The one that told you the people that you cared about the most and would die for, didn’t care about you in that way in the slightest.

“You’re what?”

You hadn’t been thrilled to meet the CEO of Pledis.

After all, he was the man who made thirteen of your favorite people in the world work harder then they needed to. The man who put so much stress on those same thirteen people that you felt like most people had to worry about them too much. And he was the man, who didn’t seen to appreciate how hard the boys worked for him.

He promoted Nuest badly, and he let Pristin break up and he did a number of things you simply didn’t agree with.

And the fact that these awful decisions still got made despite the fact that Seventeen was there fighting for their futures under the company made you realize that he must be a difficult man to pick a battle with and win.

So standing before him, hand in hand with Jihoon- heart thumping in your chest at the prospect of him saying something about you that you didn’t want to hear or convincing Jihoon that he didn’t need you in his life or something terrifying like that was pretty much all you were thinking as you looked at the man.

“I’m dating y/n,” Jihoon repeated firmly. He wasn’t as scared of the situation as you were. INfact you noted that you hardly ever saw him scared. He was a fairly easy-going person it seemed. Hard to nudge towards any extreme unless he was with the boys and he was really happy. “And Carats found out, and now you need to make an announcement that we are dating.”

He paused and shrugged, tugging you closer to his body.

“Or I will.”

The threat in the air sent a very real chill through your body despite the fact it was rehearsed. Seungcheol’s plan of course. Jihoon was going to play the hard ball- be stubborn and unwavering- and you would be less so to make the CEO like you, and maybe possibly not insist you two break up.

“He doesn’t mean that!” You interrupted, a nervous laugh bubbling in your chest. “He just means that we need to do something before things blow up.”

The CEO’s face only got redder and redder as you two spoke, the anger clearly growing. It made you tighten your grip on Jihoon’s hand unsurely- and you felt Jihoon mirror that reaction.

“What do you two think that you can do? Just come here and demand I do what you want so you love birds can stay together?” He asked. “Did Seungcheol tell you to do this? Jihoon you know the rules of dating.”

Jihoon opened his mouth to argue with the CEO but you placed a hand over his free hand to stop him from doing so.r

“Look other idols have been able to manage without much backlash,” you stated softly. “The world is changing. Don’t you think that maybe-”

“No.”

He slammed his hands down on his desk, a serious expression crossing his face.

“You two are going to break up. Jihoon is getting suspended from the group- I can’t tell you what comeback he’ll be allowed back in but studio songs and everything? That’s definitely being taken away from you-”

“We aren’t breaking up. Carats won’t like an album written by someone else. Who are you going to hire?”

“Bumzu,” the CEO fired back. “He’s wrapped around my little finger all I have to do is say the word.”

“If you take away my song writing I will leave this company, and Seventeen will follow me.”

“Do you think anyone is going to want to have to manage a group of thirteen children one of which broke a rule he knew was there just for some foreigner to seduce him?”

Your mouth fell open at the insult to your own proud but you weren’t angry about that. You were angry about something else that he had said.

“Do you really think that Seventeen needs you?” You blurted. The CEO looked surprised by the outburst, as did Jihoon. “They don’t need you. Nor will they ever need you. They could manage themselves on their own and even if they did not a company they could always just go to PSY Nation who I know for a fact would be able to handle them better then you do.”

The CEO opened his mouth but the reddness was draining from his face- he knew you were right.

“Without Seventeen your entire company will crumble. They’re the majority of your income, and you’ve proven again and again that you can’t handle managing groups. If you don’t let us handle this situation it could mean the collapse of this shitty company- and that only sucks for one person and that’s you.”

Silence fell over the room at your words and Jihoon looked between you and the CEO wondering what was going to happen next. Finally the CEO sighed heavily and he clicked a buzzer on his desk.

“Get me on the line with every news network in the city that cares,” he said over the buzzer. “Lee Jihoon of Seventeen has a girlfriend.”

You hadn’t thought it was possible for a weekend to be as chaotic as this one, but everything sort of flew off the rails at that point.

You spent literally every second with Jihoon, his fingers tightly knitted with yours. You two went from interview to interview to do damage control and explain to everyone in Korea that you were dating. It wasn’t the most fun. Korean’s were mean.

Each and every little word out of their mouths was a chip at your intelligence, at your appearance, at you and Jihoon didn’t really seem to notice.

“I never imagined that was the sort of girl that would be your type,” One host joked.

“I thought foreigners were supposed to be prettier.”

“She’s not really... Much is she.” You honestly didn’t really think you had ever felt more insulted in your life, and that was saying a lot considering that you pretty much didn’t trust that anyone in your life actually thought that you were doing anything right.

But despite your anxieties, you kept to yourself, reminding yourself that all would be alright- in time. Jihoon had done a lot for you. Whether he thought he had or not, and this was the least you could do for Jihoon.

No- It was everything that you had to do for Jihoon. If you didn’t do this, you didn’t deserve the right to be his girlfriend. You just needed to breath evenly, and trust Jihoon.

It was weird, you had to admit, going out with a facemask and a hat on. After only doing it a few times, you decided to just stay at Jihoon’s instead of leaving every night, and frankly no one was protesting.

“What if... You and Jihoon did a choreography together?” Soonyoung suggested as your feet dangled over Jihoon’s lap. You looked over at the boy, who wasn’t even looking at you. Instead, he was toying around with a tiger plushie.

“Sounds fun,” you said, but you didn’t really mean it. It sounded like busy work. Something that you could completely submerge yourself in and let take over you as you waited for this all to end. “What dance should we do?”

“Rewrite the Stars,” Jihoon replied. You were surprised by his immediate response, but you didn’t say that.

“Alright,” you agreed. “Rewrite the stars.”

It seemed fitting as a song for you two to do but you couldn’t help but notice after your millionth watch that it seemed really difficult. You had to be really emotive, and have a lot of control over your body. Not only that, but it mostly had the girl as the center it was barely a duet, and more a solo.

“I don’t know about this one Jihoon,” you mumbled. “It seems...” “You can do it,” Jihoon interrupted. You gave him a pressed look and turned the computer to show him what you were looking at.

“You see that move, ten seconds in I absolutely can’t do that,” you insisted. Jihoon didn’t even look at the screen.

“Not with that attitude you can’t.”

“And,” you continued, deciding to ignore his indifference. “Yoojung Lee is a really emotional dancer. I can’t be even half as emotive as she is.”

Jihoon glanced over at you an incredulous expression on his face.

“Do you even know yourself?” He asked. You opened your mouth to inform him that you did, and that was how you knew that you would not be able to do this dance, and that he thought too highly of you, but before you could say that, Jihoon contined speaking: “You can easily do this. You’re just as good as Yoojung Lee.”

Such a statement was equally comforting and discomforting at the same time.

You really liked that Jihoon was so confident in your skills as a dancer. You had always wanted to be with someone who was a big supporter of you and everything that you did. After all, you were, deep down, rather ambitious. You liked to do a lot of different activities that you needed to be good at. You didn’t often yield much support from people outside of:

“Oh, you can almost do it as well as me” or with some digging for it maybe a: “That is really good actually.” Neither of course being an ideal situation.

You supposed in a why, Jihoon had picked a perfect song.

You didn’t think it was possible for you to dance with someone like Jihoon. You thought the fans would rip you to shreds, and you would do the dance moves wrong, and you would mess up, but Jihoon was right there.

Maybe if Jihoon thought you could do it, everything really would be okay.

The dance itself required a lot of body control. Outside of facials and fluidity, the biggest command from the dance was being able to move yourself limb by limb. It wasn’t an easy feat for most people, much less you. The dances you did didn’t often require such control, and generally when you did dances it was with a large number of other people so your control wasn’t focused on.

But with this song, it would only be you and Jihoon, and rotated through a few members of Seventeen in the background to show their support, so you would have to be perfect.

The first thing that you had to focus on was the arm movement only a few seconds in the dance. Turning over your left shoulder, and drifting your hands through the air was easy. But making your arms wave so fluidly was going to be difficult.

Luckily, past that, and making sure each move looked clean, the hardest part of the dance could be overlooked. Soojung was a very thoughtful choreographer. She hit a lot of the beats in the song that many people missed.

That made it easier to follow her dance movements, because it was like you could feel the way the dance was supposed to go while watching her and hearing the music.

You turned over your shoulder, hands touching your head as you waved them down. The song practically reverberated through your body as you waved your arms in a ripple. Each movement, coming to you faster and easier then you had thought it would.

“You look great,” Jihoon complimented as you too hit the final pose, his shoulder brushing against your back. You looked back at him.

“I could be better. You make it look so easy.”

You knew that you were being hard on yourself but you hadn’t become a dancer that Jihoon thought could actually do this stuff without working hard.

You flipped over your shoulder, your back to Jihoon’s as you turned your hands in, and began to flutter your fingers. Each dance move making you feel more and more tired. You were getting a lot better, but good enough for the Carats? You weren’t sure.

“I’ll call the boys in and we’ll film,” Jihoon suggested. You turned to him, a nervous smile on your lips.

“Can we film tomorrow?” You asked. “I just know I can get it, but tomorrow for sure.”

Jihoon relented, and stayed in the practice room with you all night while you practiced.

With a formal introduction of you and Jihoon’s relationship in the form of a dance cover posted on the internet, you felt a little bit better about everything. The hope was that seeing you and Jihoon dance together would be enough to make Carats relent with the backlash you two were receiving.

It wasn’t the worst backlash you could be facing. Carats were pretty considerate, but there was still backlash, nonetheless.

“You doing okay?” Jihoon asked you softly. You turned off your phone, wishing you hadn’t been looking at yet another article about you two.

“Yeah,” you lied. Jihoon sighed.

“We need to get you out of these dorms,” Jihoon mumbled. “You’re getting sad again.”

He was right. You hadn’t felt very good in the last little while, and nothing that you usually did was helping you to feel better. Being close to Jihoon was only going to help so much.

“We can’t going anywhere,” you stated softly.

“Sure we can,” Jihoon replied. “We’ll just go grab something to eat. See the night lights.” You knew ultimately it was a bad idea, but you let Jihoon convince you into it anyways. He was so happy by the idea of running out and grabbing some Ramen and taking a walk in the park that it made you happy to think abot as well.

You thought maybe everything would be okay.

It of course wasn’t. As soon as you got out on the streets the two of you were swarmed by people.

And Suddenly, you felt... Nothing.

It wasn’t like you hadn’t expected really. Walking out of a building to be surrounded by hundreds and hundreds of people all tuned in to you and what you were doing. You had always imagined it would pull your brain in too many different directions. So much so that you ended up being dumb to what was actually happening. You thought you would get overwhelmed.

Instead, your brain just... Stopped being able to focus on anything.

You couldn’t hear what people were saying. You couldn’t see what people were doing. In fact you weren’t even really sure anymore where you were or who was near you. Your brain just stopped processing everything.

You knew that there was an angry crowd of people there. You knew that you needed to be responsible and own up to all of the sneaking around that you and Jihoon had been doing. You knew that you needed to be strong, and not shut down, bu...

There was nothing. You just suddenly felt like you had stopped existing.

Until warm fingers wrapped around your wrist.

And then you were brought into reality.

Well, a sort of reality.

Jihoon wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close against his body. He was quiet and calm despite it all and most importantly, was as gentle as he needed to be. Your heart, strangely enough, was beating out of control. Your body was stable, you weren’t scared.

It was strange to think that you felt safe here with Jihoon, despite everyone that was around you. But you were.

You wrapped your arms around his waist, and in response he pulled you closer, his lips burying themselves in your hair.

“I love you,” he mumbled.

“No matter what,” you agreed softly.

You didn’t need the affirmation, but you did appreciate it. It was nice to hear that you were loved as often as Jihoon felt like it needed to be said. He really did know you well, you supposed.

As you two stood there, finding solace in the eye of a storm, you noticed that the carats at the edge of the circle had stopped screaming. They were no longer hoisting their large signs up and down in the air, and instead were just standing there staring at you and Jihoon quietly.

In fact, they stood there in silent observation until the point where you noticed that no one was standing there and yelling obscenities at you any longer. Instead, they had confused expressions. Eyebrows slightly quirked in question.

If you had been Jihoon you surely would have been confused.

Why were they so confused? Why are they staring at us like that?

But as a carat, you weren’t confused at all.

You could feel what it was like from their point of view. Their anger melted away and they realized that Jihoon had found someone who made him happy- and that person, whether you could truly believe it or not- was you.

The fans didn’t have to say a word to one another. Instead, they silently began to make a path, moving away the reporters so that you and Jihoon could safely escape. You tugged Jihoon gently.

“We can go,” you mumbled softly. Jihoon looked surprised. He must not have been watching.

“How?” He asked.

You shrugged, and said possibly the cheesiest line that would ever leave your mouth in your entire lifetime:

“I guess the power of love.”

Chapter Thirty-One

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horanghae | ksy | fluff, crack

anon: ok since u asked for it... kd but a vlive scenario where fans started asking about soonyoung's relationship with u like how you guys started, facts and all that then you'd just get in the shot just to argue your side of the story and all... sorry if it's confusing 👉👈 it's alright if you think it's too much just wanted to see more of your works 💟

ofc baby 😙 and you weren’t confusing at all hehe, i love kwon soonyoung ugh making this made me smile big u-fucking-wus

summary: you see a notification in your phone pop up that your boyfriend was hosting a vlive, of course like the supportive partner you are, you decided to click and watch it.

side note, idols dating is ~normal~ in this oneshot because I said so

genre: fluff, crack

word count: 1.9k _______________________________________________________

Your POV

You yawned, mindlessly paying attention to the cup of coffee that you were currently brewing in the kitchen. A ping from your phone caught your attention, a notification on V-Live that your boyfriend was streaming. Immediately, you clicked on the app, letting the live load and play in the background while you did your morning routine and got ready.

“Hello Carats~”

You smiled as your boyfriend’s glowing face showed up on screen. With the way his hair was hidden by his hat, you could tell that the boys just finished practice for their recent comeback. You were actually on your way to go see him, after you woke up a little bit more of course.

Although you had to admit, it was hard productively getting ready when you kept watching your boyfriend on screen and listen to him chat. Somehow—after 30 minutes—you were in your car and driving to your boyfriend’s company building. __________

“Any funny episodes during filming?” Soonyoung read aloud one of the comments. He hummed, thinking to himself, “Filming Coups hyung’s car scene was really funny for some reason, I don’t know. It’s one of those, you had to have been there moments. His acting was just...wow, you all thought so too, right?”

Soonyoung scrolled through more comments and chattered off, eyes darting to the time and back to the camera every once in a while. He was debating whether he should text you to see if you’ve woken up, you were like a rock when it came to sleep.

How’s y/n, Hoshi oppa?

The boy smiled at the mention of you in one of the comments, “y/n’s doing good, we’re supposed to go on a date later, but I don’t know if they’re awake yet,”

As if a switch went off, the comments went crazy asking about you and about your relationship. Soonyoung beamed, his mouth running like a motor as he chattered about you. “How long have me and y/n been dating? About a year now if I remember correctly-hey of course I know our anniversary, c’mon Carats, what do you take me for?”

Soonyoung whined as an influx of comments started clowning him, “When was our first kiss, hmm what are you guys thinking? It was after our first win for Fear, we invited y/n over for our dinner celebration and I was so hyped up on adrenaline, I just grabbed y/n’s face and kissed em. They had the cutest look of surprise, I’ll never forget it. I’m so manly right?”

“y/n was literally so red, what are you talking about hyung?” Mingyu scoffed from the side, but off camera. He and Wonwoo were on the other side of the room working on lyrics for a new song, when Soonyoung came in and started his live. “You embarrassed the life out of ‘em.”

“That’s why it was unforgettable,” Soonyoung winked waving off to the two rappers who were snickering. “How did you and y/n meet? Ah! I actually met y/n through Seungkwan, it’s a bit crazy—eh not that crazy,” he laughed, “y/n’s one of Seungkwan’s friends from Jeju and they came to one of our concerts during the Diamond Edge tour. Seungkwan-ie introduced us to y/n afterwards and what can I say? it was love at first sight.”

“Eyy don’t lie,” Wonwoo said. The dancer gave him a slight grimace, “we all know y/n was totally crushing on Jun when we first met-”

“Hey! This is my v-live!” Soonyoung whined as Wonwoo approached his set-up. He put his arm around Soonyoung’s shoulders as he waved to the camera, “We tease Hoshi and y/n about it all the time, Hoshi was so obvious about his interest in y/n though, he somehow convinced ‘em to fall for him”

“What do you mean convinced?” Soonyoung said shocked hitting his friend’s arm, “y/n was totally into me too! They were the first one to confess—stop interrupting my live, go back to writing!”

Wonwoo laughed as he went back to his work, leaving Soonyoung alone in the frame. The boy went back to talking with the fans and answering questions, “How did the members react when we first started dating? The guys were clapping when I told them-”

“It’s because they were literally pining over each other for a year!”

“We were really busy! I didn’t know if I had time to commit to a relationship. But you know, I’m glad I took the risk. And after y/n confessed, I just knew I had to cuff,” He smiled, “and it honestly isn’t that bad, we see each other pretty often, especially during breaks. The hardest part is when we go on tours, I miss y/n basically as soon as we leave and we’re apart for at least months.”

You walked into the room mere moments later, a frown on your face as you approached your boyfriend, “Hey! Stop telling the fans that I confessed to you first, you liar!”

The three boys emerged in laughter at your comment as Soonyoung pulled a chair over and grabbed your hand, motioning for you to take a seat. You pointed a finger to the camera, “Don’t listen to Hoshi, everyone. He’s the one that confessed to me first, he was crying too-”

“I was not crying! I was sweating because of practice,” The boy said defensively as he put his arm around your chair, “Okay fine, I confessed to y/n first. Did I ever tell you what pushed me into confessing?”

You shook your head, turning to face him. He let out a small smile at the memory, “Jihoon-ah Woozi-was the one that sort of made me realize that I should tell you. I was in a bit of a slump at the time, with choreographing and everything. My mind was just a mess and I had a bad day in the recording studio. He literally starting yelling at me and saying, just man up and tell y/n that you like them! He also said a bunch of other stuff but I’m censoring it,” He teased, “We talked about it for two hours.”

“I should thank Jihoon-ie then,” You chuckled squeezing his cheeks together with one of your hands. “You were pretty stressed at that time, Soon.”

“Yeah, but after we got together, all my inspiration came back.” He grinned quickly pecking your cheek. You smiled, your cheeks heating up at his words.

“Ah you guys are so cute, it’s gross.” Wonwoo called from the side making you both laugh. Soonyoung started reading through the comments again, chatting easily with the fans. “Mm babe, there’s a question for you—what’s it like dating Hoshi oppa?”

You hummed, crossing your arms together as if in deep thought, “Dating Hoshi oppa? It’s never boring, especially with all his members around. Soonyoung’s a great boyfriend, he always knows how to make me smile, even if I’ve had a rough day. He never lets me go to sleep without telling me that he’s thinking of me. Yeah...he’s sweet, I wouldn’t ask for anyone else—even if he’s annoying sometimes.”

The boy scrunched his face at your ending, poking your side in retaliation, making you jolt in surprise. You hit his chest playfully, whining that you were ticklish. Soonyoung grinned, saying a quick apology, before putting his arm around you again. “Alright answer one more question and then we’re going to say goodbye so we can eat some food.”

You nodded, your eyes trained on the flood of comments passing through the screen. “y/n, what’s your favorite thing about Hoshi oppa?”

“Hey, I didn’t see that one-”

“It was there babe, trust me.” He said cheekily as he squeezed your waist. You gave your boyfriend a look of disbelief, but answered regardless, “Hm, there’s a lot, but my favorite thing would have to be his eyes. When you look into Soonyoung’s eyes, you can see everything. His passion, energy, mischief, love, everything. It’s easy to get lost in.”

“It’s that tiger gaze,” He said proudly, making you scoff. “Soon, you ruined the mood!”

“Babe, did I lie?” Soonyoung asked making you roll your eyes. He smiled sweetly pulling you in for a hug, “Say it once y/n, please?”

“No,” you said, immediately knowing what he was asking you to do. He whined, shaking your body childishly, “C’mon, the fans want to hear it, do it for Carats if not for me.”

You grimaced at him, rubbing your temples as you sighed, “horanghae.”

Your boyfriend smiled in victory, cooing his catchphrase before you both said your goodbyes and ended the live. Soonyoung grinned, giving you a proper kiss hello. “I missed you,”

“I missed you too,” You said softly, leaning into his embrace. He hummed, nuzzling his face into your hair, finding comfort in your scent. “You guys saw each other two days ago.”

“Being a bitter single is an ugly color, Wonwoo.” You quipped jokingly as you both stood and approached the two rappers to give them greeting hugs. The four of you exchanged some light conversation before you and Soonyoung bid your goodbyes, “Where do you want to go eat, Soon? Japanese?”

“You know me so well, babe.” He said fondly, kissing the back of your hand. “Let me take a shower first? I’m still gross from practice.”

You nodded as you started your car, already driving in the direction of your apartment. The ride back was content, both of you loudly singing along to whatever was playing on the radio. You complained at Soonyoung every now and then, his hand that was on your thigh moving too much that you were afraid he would accidentally hit the wheel and cause your car to swerve. He only smiled, daringly leaning over to press a kiss on your cheek whenever you scolded him. “Hm, you’re in a good mood baby, practice went well?”

He nodded excitedly, “Our last run throughs went perfectly, I can’t wait for you and the fans to see it on stage, well...on the television.”

You chuckled and brought his hand up to your lips, smooching the back of it cutely, “I’m sure it’s going to be great as always, you work so hard all the time Soon-ie, I’m proud of you.”

Your boyfriend smiled squeezing your hand, the rest of the ride to your apartment in good spirits. You waited patiently as Soonyoung went to take a shower, scrolling through your social media feed as you sat comfortably on your couch. Too caught up in watching a funny tik tok, you barely registered Soonyoung taking a seat next to you, wrapping his arms around your waist as he buried his face in your neck.

Now refreshed, he smelled of citrus and flowers, the scent pleasantly filling your nose. You grinned and cuddled into him, sharing the view of your phone so that you two watched the tik toks together. “Are you hungry Soon-ie? We can still make it to the Japanese place for the lunch special.”

He nodded, kissing the side of your neck, “In a minute, let me hold you for a little longer.”

“Hey,” You said after a beat of silence. You poked his side, laughing as he jolted up in surprise, “don’t you lie to your fans about our relationship again, huh? it was a two way street!”

“I know,” He giggled, pecking your cheek, “You’re just so cute when you’re worked up.”

“Mean, you confessed to me first! I’m going to talk shit about you with Jihoon if you do it again,” You threatened lightly, the boy only hugging you tighter. “He’ll gladly talk shit with you anyway, but yes babe. I confessed to you first, I was way in love with you first, hm you happy?”

“Well...” You said quietly, “I’m equally in love with you now.”

“I know,” Soonyoung hummed, “I love you too y/n. Let’s eat?”

You nodded with a smile, getting up and reaching your hand out to pull him off the couch, “Let’s eat.” ______________________________________

a/n I’m sorry this was so late bb! I flew home from Florida and I literally just kept pushing this off but I hope you like this little oneshot w our fav furry uwu <3

7-23-20

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White~Part 4

Summary: You learn more about the lies your father had been telling you all these years, and you start to wonder if you had known the truth, would it have changed your fate? An emotional goodbye with James Mace doesn’t end things between the two of you after he makes his intentions known. Warnings: adult themes, mentions of loss of virginity, mentions of assault.

A wave of nausea hit you, and you closed your mouth tight, clenching your teeth, just in case. Then you swallowed hard, the lump in your throat somehow remaining. James’s thumb stayed on your hand, lightly tracing across your skin, as if trying to comfort you. There was no way that everything had simply been a misunderstanding. There was no way your father could have kept a secret from you, not for all these years. But was it true?

“I snuck off the base and got my friend to drive me all the way back home,” he started to explain to you in a soft voice, “To your place. I went right up to the door and was met by your father.” He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he did, “He told me you weren’t home… that you were staying with your aunt who lived out of town, and that I wasn’t allowed to see you, speak to you or even write you.” He paused, “I started to fight with him…but then he got his shotgun out…”

“What?” you almost jumped upon hearing this.

“Yes, your dad pulled a shotgun out from behind the door.” He shook his head, “Almost like he was expecting me to show up. But then again, he had told me to stay away from you many times before,” he started to grin a little, “And I just didn’t listen. Maybe he wanted to make sure I got the message that time.”

It couldn’t have been true. Could it? Your father did have an old shotgun, but he rarely took it out to do anything aside from clean it. You could count on one hand the number of times you had seen him with that shotgun in your entire life. At first, you couldn’t believe a man as godly as your father, the town’s pastor, would brandish a gun and point it at James. But he did despise James, he made that abundantly clear. He always told you that he was corrupt and a sinner, and that he didn’t deserve to even be in your presence. After you had confessed to your father that you were no longer a virgin, after your mother had seen the evidence in your underwear and started sobbing and panicking to the two of you over it, he immediately knew you had lost your innocence to James Mace. He screamed at you, berated you even, and made you feel like the dirtiest person on the planet. You cried your eyes out as he threw the bible at your feet where you stood and were pleading for forgiveness, he shouted so loudly that your ears were ringing. He demanded that you pray for forgiveness for your sin.

What man will marry an impure woman? You have been tainted! My daughter will not be the town harlot! Pray that God saves your soul!

The next day he dragged you to that river baptize you, again, and you weren’t convinced that he wouldn’t hold you under that current for longer than he should to punish you further. Your parents treated you differently for weeks after, your mother barely spoke to you, your father invaded all of your privacy and made you read scripture every night before going to bed. And after about a month, it was never spoken of again, but you still felt shame. Clearly, not enough shame to keep you from doing it again. Your father had a temper, and he tended to mask it in his religious preaching, you knew that now as an adult, now that you had stepped away from the church, much to the disgust of your parents. You were still a believer, but far from the devout pastor’s daughter you used to be.

You finally found words, “My father pulled a gun on you?”

He nodded, “Told me if I ever showed up on his doorstep again, he would blow my head clean off my neck.”

Yep, that sounded like your father.

“I tried writing you,” James spoke up again, “But I had a feeling he was throwing away the letters. And then your number changed… and I didn’t know what to do. I figured…you had moved on.”

Your feeling shifted from hurt to anger, maybe even rage. Your father lectured you about sin and secrets, and all this time he has hiding his own, justifying them even.

“Were you?” James suddenly spoke up again.

“Was I, what?” you were too caught up in your anger to understand his question.

“With your aunt?”

“Yes,” you sighed, “I moved in with her for about a year, shortly after you left.” You were being truthful.

“Why?” he pressed further.

That was a question you were not going to answer truthfully. You were far from ready to.

“I just…” you stopped to swallow, stalling to think of a plausible excuse, “I needed to get away from that town for a bit. Especially after what happened,” you paused, “With that guy and everything.” You lied.

“I always wondered if your parents blamed you for that guy putting his hands on you.” He spoke gently and continued to rub his thumb along the back of your hand, “I never understood religion. I just… I don’t get how you can blame the victim in those situations.”

“I shouldn’t have put myself out there like that.” You glazed over and recited the line your parents had always used.

“No,” James’s voice was shockingly stern, “That wasn’t your fault. You were the victim. He should have known better.”

“Not according to what my father says.” You sounded almost robotic.

“But you’re not your father.” His tone shocked you out of your cold and automated responses, and you looked at his face, taking in the softness he was giving you, “Angel…that was not your fault.”

He used your nickname. The one only he called you by. Your heart fluttered, and a warm feeling started to grow in the pit of your stomach. How long had it been since you heard him call you that? Your father robbed you of hearing him call you that all these years, and you didn’t even know it. James rubbed his thumb on the back of your hand some more before speaking again, interrupting your own inner dialogue of racing thoughts.

“I knew how much your father’s approval meant to you. I didn’t want to do anything further to screw that up.” And then his thumb slid further down your hand, until it rested on your engagement ring. It felt wrong, him touching it. He lifted your hand some to inspect it further, and you watched his eyes as they took in the one and a half carat diamond. You loved that ring, it was lavish compared to most of the other rings you had seen, a statement of how much your fiancé adored you, and how well off the two of you would be. People drooled over your ring, they would snatch your hand up and gasp and gush about it. But now, it felt foreign on your finger. “It’s a very pretty ring.” He finally spoke about it.

“Thanks.” You weren’t sure how to respond.

“I always thought I would get you a ring.” His statement hit you like a train, and your eyes went as wide as dinner plates. “I mean, I know I probably couldn’t get you something as nice as this but…” his voice trailed off. He let your hand slip from his, and you gently pulled it back with a shaky arm. Your limbs felt weak after hearing him say he thought he would have proposed. You had always wondered the same yourself. At one point, you tried to make the argument to your mother that sleeping with him wasn’t the worst thing in the world because you had thought he was the one. And you did. But things just didn’t play out that way. Would they have without your father getting involved the way he did?

Where did that leave you and Doug?

“We should eat.” James interrupted you thought process. He went back to his steak and you finally found the sense to start cutting into your food.

For a few minutes, the two of you were quiet, just getting to the task of eating your food. You tried not to watch him eat, but it was difficult to just keep your eyes down the entire time. You drank in his form, his hands and how thick they were, his pink lips, his strong jawline, his cheeks, his eyes, everything. It was the strangest feeling, having him so close but feeling like he was so far. And now you were second guessing everything. What if he hadn’t been sent away? What if your father hadn’t kept him from contacting you again? What if you hadn’t met Doug? Did your feelings for Doug suddenly change now that the story did?

That wouldn’t be fair to him.

Was everything that happened fair to James? Was it fair to you?

“Do you remember the time we took a rowboat out on the lake, and we started making out,” James started as he held some of his food in his cheek, “And we didn’t notice that one of the oars slipped out?” and you both started chuckling over the memory. James wiped his mouth with his napkin and swallowed before continuing, “I jumped out of the boat to try and retrieve it, but when you tried to help me back in,”

“We flipped the whole thing and we were both in the lake.” You finished his sentence and you both broke out into laughter. You kept your hand over your mouth, trying to be polite but it was hard to keep from laughing loudly. James didn’t bother hiding his laughter. When you looked up and saw the amusement and the joy in his face, it warmed you, and you found yourself laughing without a qualm as well. It felt good to laugh, it felt even better to be laughing with him.

Time passed faster than you could believe. Even after finishing your food, the two of you sat and talked for some time. You talked about all of your memories together, big and small, old friends, old enemies, your lives as teenagers and about the growing pains of becoming the adults the two of you were today. At some point, you even decided to unwind and order a glass of white wine, which turned into two glasses. Before you knew it, it was after nine o’clock and the place was getting ready to close. The two of you sat there and watched as the place emptied and waiters and waitresses started cleaning up. The thought of leaving that booth, and leaving him, was almost unbearable. You had just got him back, you had your friend back, and now it was time to leave. Suddenly, nothing else mattered but the two of you sitting there in that spot, in your own little universe. In the back of your mind, you felt guilty and sad for Doug, knowing that he had likely called your phone ten times, and you hadn’t bothered to even look. He wasn’t the one in front of you right now.

“I suppose,” James spoke and then paused, “we should probably get going.” You nodded and reached for your purse to grab your wallet. “No, it’s on me.” James leaned to one side and pulled his wallet out of his pocket, and you froze.

“I can pay for myself.” You said the typical reply of betrothed woman. Then again, a promised woman wouldn’t have met an old flame at a restaurant.

“No, no, I asked you to meet me here.” James quickly retorted and pulled out a wad of cash, enough to cover both of your meals and drinks, and a nice tip. Your mouth went dry. You didn’t want this to come off like a date. Right? “And you drove all that way, it’s the least I can do.” He added after a second.

You both slid out of the booth and pulled your coats on, and then you made your way to the exit, your feet dragging some. It was funny how you were so hesitant to go into the restaurant in the first place, and how you seemed to move in slow motion. Now you were feeling the same way about leaving. James placed his hand on the small of your back, escorting you out. You stiffened some at the feeling of his hand on you, and the warmth from his hand seeped through your coat. Maybe his hand shouldn’t have been there, but you weren’t about to tell him to remove it.

It struck you that, perhaps, all the time in your life, in the era following his disappearance, you had put on a face that was not your own. The face you wore reflected life’s tough lessons, the influence of your parents, the drive to be a successful career woman, the face of someone who was marrying within their own class and expected nothing less. But James Mace was not less. When was the last time you laughed so freely, or felt so deeply? It if was an emotion that didn’t seem useful at the time, you didn’t honor it. James was always able to pull all of those emotions out of you, rather than expecting you to stay in line or on an even note. As a psychologist, you were suddenly disappointed in yourself. You had denied yourself closure to the point of holding your breath for years. Now, it finally felt like you could take a deep, cleansing breath in, and fill your lungs completely. Yes, it hurt a bit, yes it made your eyes swell with tears, but it was freeing.

When the cold air hit you, you immediately shivered, and James’s hand slid to your side, pulling you closer to him as he put his arm around you, trying to help you brace for the chill. The two of you walked towards your car, and James made some silly comment about you driving a nicer car than he did. You turned to him after pushing the little button on your key fab, starting your car and letting it warm up. This was one of the moments in life where it felt like your feet were stuck in cement, like you would remain still forever, but time would not be on your side. You stared at him, and he stared back at you. You knew in your heart that this was going to be a painful moment.

“Well…” you tried to start a sentence, not even really sure of what you were trying to say.

“Well,” he echoed, pressing his lips into a thin line, but his eyes sparkled at you. The thought whispered into the back of your mind…

Tell him…

Suddenly there was a deep pit in your stomach, and it churned painfully. Should you?

“It was great seeing you.” James broke the silence, and he spoke so softly that it was hard to hear him over the pounding of your heart in your own ears. “Thank you for coming out and…talking about all of those things with me.”

You hesitated. “I’m glad we did.” The cloud of vapor danced in front of your face as your spoke. “It’s good to have closure.” And he nodded.

“Yeah.” He clearly didn’t know what to say. Or he wasn’t sure how to say what he wanted to. But then he got bold. “I knew I couldn’t leave without seeing you one last time.”

One last time, he said. The statement made your mouth go dry, and your heart sank. You looked up at the sky, seeing the stars so clearly. It was a move to avoid letting your eyes go teary again, and to avoid letting him see the sadness in your face. He looked up as well. Suddenly, looking at the sky felt different, it now meant so much more.

“You’re going to be up there soon.” You changed the subject, stating a fact you both knew. There was a long moment of silence. “You’re about to save mankind.” You made an even heavier statement, but it was true. He still didn’t answer. “I guess that makes you a hero.”

“That might be better than being a dentist.” He joked. But this was no joke, he was comparing himself to Doug, your fiancé. You saw this coming.

“He’s an orthodontist.” You scoffed, still looking up at the stars. “And in a way, you’re going up there to save him too.” You politely tried to let him know that he was pushing a boundary.

“But mostly you.” His words hit you, hard. Your head snapped back down to face him, and you saw his gaze drift back down from the sky to give you a sly look, along with a tiny, crooked smile. You gulped.

“James,” you spoke his name in almost a whisper, if it weren’t for the cloud of vapor from your lips, he might not have known you spoke at all.

“Are you really going to marry him?” his question shocked you, but only on the surface.

You stared at each other.

“Do you love him?” he questioned more. His expression now changed to one of hopelessness.

More silence.

“James… you can’t ask me to wait for you.” You finally pushed the words out, each one weighing more than the last.

“Not even if I told you I was doing this for you?”

“Don’t.” you sharply stopped him from continuing. “Don’t you put this on my shoulders.” You pursed your lips together, fighting back tears. “Please. Don’t make me carry that burden.” You blinked a few times, trying to blink away the wetness that was coming to your eyes. His eyes dug into you like daggers, and he swallowed and clenched his jaw.

“Will we ever see each other again?” he asked in a much softer voice.

You eagerly nodded, sniffling. “You come back here in one piece, okay?”

“I’ll try my best.”

A tear escaped your left eye, but you let it go. You nodded more, perhaps convincing the two of you that there was no risk, and that he definitely would be coming back. Again, the little voice rang in the back of you head. Tell him. But you refused again. You held out your arms, asking him for a hug, because you wanted nothing more than to be close to him one last time. He obliged, stepping into you and wrapping you in his arms. The embrace was warm, and it engulfed you, and then it lingered. You couldn’t remember the last time someone held you like that, so tight and so close. You weren’t sure if you were comforting him, or if he was comforting you, but you were sure you didn’t want to let him go. His hand slid up and down your back, and you tucked your face into his shoulder, he rocked you steadily, and then you broke. Your lip trembled as a small sob escaped you, and you tried to swallow it back. You stepped back from him, letting more tears fall, expecting the embrace to end, but instead his hands found their way to your face. He held you gently, looking you dead in the eye with a small smile. His thumbs caressed your cheeks and wiped your tears away. He leaned in and put his forehead to yours, and you closed your eyes, silently pleading that he wouldn’t set you ablaze with a kiss, but begging that he would.

Your breath danced between the two of you, and you could feel him hesitating. Instead of doing what both of you were thinking, he leaned to the side and gently placed a warm kiss on your upper cheek. He stepped back from you and you looked at him, disappointed but at the same time grateful that he didn’t push your limits. He was always good at breaking those boundaries, and if he had kissed you, Doug be damned, you would have welcomed it, knowing it as wrong. “You take care of yourself.” He finally found something to say, and you could only nod. His hands slipped away from your face and he stepped back, allowing you to walk towards your car. That heat between you disappeared and you hated how cold you suddenly felt.

You took a step backwards, towards your car, still looking at him, not wanting to lose the sight. But you knew it was time. With a heavy heart, you turned and made your way to the other side of the car, getting into the driver seat and closing the door. It was hot in the car, but the chill stayed in your veins, goosebumps sticking to your skin. You looked out the window at him one last time, and you saw him wave. You waved back, holding it together, until you put your car in drive and reluctantly left the curb. Your eyes found their way to the rearview mirror, and you saw him still standing there in the cold, getting smaller in the distance. The bubbling turmoil in your chest finally came out in one giant gasp, followed by a heavy sob, but you put your eyes back onto the road ahead of you, the dark void with white undertones around you taking you further away from him.

When you got to your destination, a small motel just ten minutes away, you tried your best to pull yourself together while sitting in the car before going in and getting a room. Your eyes were puffy with tears and emotion, but you made your way into the office despite it to retrieve the key you had reserved. The room was small, outdated, but warm. Your phone had vibrated countless times, and when you finally saw it, you noticed the seven missed calls and the five text messages from your fiancé. It was funny how he didn’t seem to exist that evening. You called him back, trying to sound as monotone as possible, telling him you were caught up talking to other psychologists about new theories and upcoming treatments, and that you had just lost track of time. He accepted the excuse without any issue and tried to make conversation, but you were feeling sick knowing you had lied to him. When he couldn’t get a decent conversation out of you, you simply told him you were too tired and that you wanted to go to bed, and he gave in.

But there was no way you could sleep. Not with so much on your mind, weighing you down. You opted to take a hot shower, trying to wash away all of the angst and doubt that was sitting on your chest. After your shower, you sat on the bed in your robe with a book in your hands, but you barely read it. After staring at the same page for more than fifteen minutes, you gave up, and just started staring at your ring, thinking about everything it meant. And everything it didn’t. You wondered if you should take it off.

A knock on the door shook you from your thoughts and made you jump a bit. Who would be knocking on your door so late at night? And at a motel? You got up from your spot on the bed, tossing your book onto the nightstand and tightening the knot on your robe as you approached the door. Maybe it was the owner asking you to move your car, or asking if everything was alright. Maybe it was someone in another room who had run out of toilet paper or something, but you weren’t at all expecting the sight you would see. Upon opening the door, your knees almost gave out when you saw James Mace on the other side.

“James?” you were shocked to see his face staring back at you, and his eyes slightly red, with wet lashes. “How…how did you find me?” you questioned him. But he didn’t speak. Instead, he just stepped inside, into your space. You backed up a couple steps, and he took the liberty of closing the door behind himself. “A-are you okay?” you stammered. Did he need a place to stay?

He didn’t say a word, and he didn’t have to. He reached for you, first gripping your arms, and then moving his hands up to your face again, the chill on his skin made you shiver. His lips fell onto yours with such confidence that it caught you off guard. You both knew you weren’t going to deny his kiss, you didn’t even flinch, or attempt to push him away. The contrast of the coldness on his hands and the heat on your lips made you dizzy, and you kept your eyes closed to enjoy the feeling of the room spinning around you. When he finally pulled his lips from yours, there as no air left in your lungs. The feeling was all too familiar, it was like you had stepped back in time, like there had been no lost time between the two of you. You opened your eyes and looked at him, and he looked back at you.

He was one month away from leaving Earth. You were six months away from getting married.

But none of that mattered at that moment.

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stony-spn · 4 years

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Wedding Planner

(Established relationship, Avengers as family, soft/fluff, 1351 words)

It was a normal Friday night with the team. They all were helping Tony with food. Everyone had a task to do, which they were doing poorly but hey who is Tony to point that out and break their hearts. This became somewhat of a routine for Friday night where they all joined in the common kitchen to help Tony with the food so they all can have so much food to stuff in their faces during movie night. So yeah normal Friday.

“Why is their more flour on your faces than on the counter top?” Tony yelled at Steve and Thor who had one job to put flour on the counter so he can roll the pizza dough.

“Can’t I trust you both for a single job? No. You two are the biggest children I have ever met. Clint gives me less stress.” Tony continued his speech but with the looks on both their faces it was clear that this was a lost cause.

“Hey! I am a great boy. Look I did my job wonderfully.” Clint interrupted to show off the sauce collection that Tony asked him to take out.

“I would have done this too if it wasn’t for Steve messing up my work.” Thor replied in his defense while punching Steve in his arm.

“Well in my defense my love looks so cute when he gets frustrated like that.” Steve answered in glee as he came up to Tony and kissed his button nose that he loves so much.

“You are a pain in my ass Steven.” Tony returned with annoyance clear in his voice.

“Actually that is true.” Steve joyed with pride.

“I need to tell TMZ or Late Late show or anyone that Captain America isn’t the vanilla they think he is. He is worse than me.”

“Hey! How about you both keep it kids friendly for us?” Bruce called out in between Tony’s rant about ratting his beloved boyfriend.

After the dinner was made the team made their way into the living room. All of them were sat around each other while listening to one of Thor’s great adventures.

“Stop” Tony said in between his laughs and playfully slapped Steve’s face away that had been gazing at him for ten minutes straight now.

“You look really beautiful” Steve replied still looking at his boyfriend who couldn’t stop blushing now.

“I wanted to do this later but, Hey Thor buddy shut up for a minute.” Steve stood up only to kneel down in front of Tony.

Tony couldn’t believe this was happening. He could hear gasps coming from all around them but he only had eyes for Steve. And Steve only had eyes for him.

“Anthony Edward Stark you are the most incredible person I ever met. My life is wonderful because you are with me, you make me happy even if I feel sad and low. Your smile lightens up my life and all the darkness disappear. Your love has made me crazy. I will love you till the end of my life. Whatever our souls are made out of, yours and mine are the same. If all else perished, and you remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and you were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger. I don’t know what else to say I forgot the rest of my speech. And I should have stick to the plan and taken you out. Should have done this properly. You deserve so much better. You deserve the world. Baby please it would be my honor to marry you so will you marry me? Please.” Steve poured his heart out as tears threatened to fall any moment. His heart was beating so fast making his head spin. Maybe he shouldn’t have done it like this. He is an idiot.

Steve opened the velvet box he was holding to reveal a ring that had 35 solitaire diamonds, surrounding a 15 carat diamond in the middle.

The first thing out of Tony’s mouth after the speech was a gasp at seeing the ring his engagement. Tony couldn’t see it properly with all the tears in his eyes.

“I know I should ha...” Steve was interrupted as he was been lifted by his shirt’s collar.

As soon as he was on his feet again Tony was kissing him. It wasn’t the best kiss. It was all teeth and tears and gasping but it was still one of the most beautiful ones.

“Bambi you have to answer.” Steve managed to say in between the kisses.

“Yes.” Tony whispered and nodded his head.

Around them the team busted in cheers and laughs. Tony couldn’t say or do anything but cry and look at his ring. The team was hugging them all at once in a big family hug but Tony couldn’t pay attention to anything.

After a few minutes of processing. Tony was sitting on Steve’s lap while the rest of them were back in their positions. All talking but Tony still couldn’t keep eyes off of his ring.

“We are so having a spring wedding. It won’t be too hot or too cold. It will be prefect.” Natasha beamed from where she was sitting.

“I actually love that. You, Pepper and I have so much work to do. Spring is like two months away. That is if you want to get married this year.” Tony turned towards his fiancé this is crazy he had a fiancé and it was Steve the love of his love.

“Bambi if it is up to me I would take you to the City Hall tomorrow and get married.” Steve replied while kissing Tony’s temple and the ring on his fiancé’s hand.

“Steven don’t you dare” Pepper stared holes in Steve’s head due to his previous statement.

Steve raised his hands in surrender. Look he can lift Mjolnir and punch Nazis but he isn’t going to stand in the way of Tony, Natasha and Pepper planning a wedding. He isn’t suicidal.

“You better take care of Tony. I mean it. Or else I will whoop your ass Steve. Leader or not.” Rhodes threatened Steve for the nth time tonight.

“Hey no whooping my fiancé’s ass.” Tony pouted at his best friend.

“OH I WANT TO WEAR A VEIL. STEVE CAN I WEAR A VEIL?” Tony jumped on Steve’s lap with excitement. He always saw brides wear veil and he thought they looked beautiful. And he wanted to look beautiful for Steve on their wedding day.

“It will be your day bambi. You can wear whatever you want. It will be my privilege to wait for you at the end of the aisle sweetheart.” Steve returned with so much love that it made Tony’s eyes tear up again. But it was okay because Steve was there to kiss them away.

“This is so cute and gross that it is making me vomit.” Clint said somewhere behind them.

“You know how to ruin a moment. Can you let them be all over each other tonight. They just got engaged.” Bruce punched Clint’s arm.

“THIS CALLS FOR ONE OF TONY’S FAMOUS PARTIES. WE SHALL INVITE EVERYONE WE KNOW AND DELIVER THE NEWS OF THIS WEDDING WE ARE HAVING. I CAN’T WAIT TO BE A UNCLE THOR.” Thor yelled has he filled his mouth with more sweets. Guess what even Thor can get sweet high.

“No one is becoming uncle or aunt for a while” Steve called back laughing.

“So spring wedding. Ladies you both and I have so much work to do in just two months. Are you up for a challenge?” Tony clapped his hands together has he was getting ready for war.

This might just not be a normal Friday after all. Tony got his fiancé and his family around him and a big wedding that needs to be planned. Things might just go from crazy to crazier but that was okay he had his people around him to help him. In two months he’ll be entering a new chapter of his life with his Steve. He couldn’t be happier.

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oliviastan17 · 4 years

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Just a dream (6/7)

Warnings: this is really fluffy, I wouldn’t call it smut but it’s more than a mention of sex, pregnancy and childbirth (nothing graphic), language, 18+

Length: 3.7k

A/N: Part 7 is coming but I think it’s the last one because I haven’t had a dream continuing this series in a while. I’m working on writing out a one shot dream I had though so look for that. And I never know, that one shot could turn into another series. DO NOT POST ON ANY OTHER WEBSITE! Reblog and leave comments and all that good stuff!

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You were 35 weeks pregnant now. Your mom had called saying that she decided she wanted to throw you a baby shower. She was always doing things last minute and if she had called one week later you wouldn’t have been able to fly out there. You hadn’t seen a lot of your family in a while. Your brother had flown out once with his kids and your mom. You and Sebastian had gone back for Harper’s birthday. You were really looking forward to going home.

Your flight got in late so you and Sebastian went straight to the hotel. While you got in the shower he ordered room service so it was waiting for you when you got out.

“You are the best. Seriously, what did I do to deserve you?” you asked while climbing awkwardly onto the bed. It was getting difficult to move.

He just smiled and brought you a plate with a cover still on top as you leaned back on the headboard. You placed a pillow on your lap and the plate on top of it. He kissed you before turning back to grab another plate. You took the top off the one in your lap and you froze.

“Um…this isn’t what I was expecting,” you said darting your eyes to look at Sebastian who was walking back towards you.

He smiled as he kneeled by the side of the bed and reached for the ring box that was where you expected to see your dinner.

“You know, I’ve wanted to do this for a while but I wanted to wait until we’d be around your family. I know your mom was bummed when she couldn’t hug you and celebrate when we told her about the baby,” he said taking your hand. “Y/n, I love you with every ounce of my being. Nothing would make me happier than spending the rest of my life showing you how much I love you. Will you marry me?” he asked opening the box.

You were too busy staring in his eyes to even look at the ring.

“Oh, babe! Of course I will!” you said smiling and leaning in to grab his chin and pulled his lips up to yours.

After he put the ring on your finger you grabbed his face and brought it to yours to kiss him over and over. As he hugged you, you brought your hand up to look at the ring on your finger.

“Holy shit!”

He pulled away and saw you looking at the ring. It was a princess cut diamond (2 carats at least) with small diamonds around the band. It was beautiful.

“You did good!”

“I know,” he said smiling at you.

You were talking about the ring. He was talking about you.

“I love you so much,” you said as you held his face in your hands.

“I love you too,” he said and then you pulled him in for a kiss.

It was a passionate kiss. Neither of you could help it. There was too much love flowing through both of you.

Sex while you were this pregnant was a bit of a challenge but not impossible. You started off doggy style but the weight of your stomach hanging down was hurting your back. Missionary also put too much strain on your back. You tried laying on your sides facing each other but your stomach got in the way. Laying on your sides with your back to his front was working. You could still turn your head to kiss him and he would bring his arm around you to grab your breasts and then to rub your clit.

You didn’t feel the need to have the best sex ever. You just wanted to be close to the man you loved. He, however, refused to leave you unsatisfied so he worked his magic and you were soon clenching around him as you came.

The next day was the baby shower that quickly morphed into a baby shower/engagement party. Seeing as your dad was not in the picture Sebastian had called your mom and brother to let them know his plan before you had even left New York. He knew you felt the asking for permission thing was outdated. He needed your and only your permission to marry you and that was all. Your mom was thrilled, made all the party arrangements and made sure all your closest friends were there. Your friends and family got you so much stuff you were going to have to mail it all back to New York.

It was a short trip but it was a great trip. You were sitting in the first class lounge at the airport waiting for your plane and looking at the pictures you had posted on your private Instagram when you got a call from Chris.

“I had to find out you’re engaged from your Instagram?!”

“I thought Seb would have told you! You talk to him more.”

“Yeah, but I’ve known you longer. You’re like the sister I never wanted.”

“Don’t you have a sister?”

“Whatever. I am prepared to perform the ceremony whenever it is. How’s little baby Chris?”

“His name is not Chris.”

“What is it?”

“He doesn’t have one. Nothing goes with Stan.”

“I’ll think about it and text you some suggestions.”

“Please don’t. Even if I like it I wouldn’t choose a name you suggested just out of principle.”

Over the loud speaker you hear they are beginning boarding for your flight.

“I would love to continue this conversation but I’ve got to go. They’re boarding my flight.”

“Alright, I’m coming to NYC soon so I’ll see you soon. Maybe 3 weeks or so.”

“Alright, see ya.”

Chris got you thinking about how you didn’t have a name picked out so that’s what you did on the plane.

“I think it has to be 3 syllables. That’s why Sebastian works.”

You pulled up a website that had 3 syllable boy names and went through the list.

“Found it. Blueberry.”

“That can’t be on the list,” he said in disbelief. Then you showed him your phone.

“I’m gonna say no,“ he said.

You spent the entire flight tossing around names but were not able to agree on one you both liked. You wanted to pull the ‘I’m carrying him so I get to name him’ card but you actually liked that he cared so much. He was very much involved during the pregnancy and read all the books he could. It was very sweet. You weren’t wrong. He was going to be a great dad.

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One month later you were absolutely over the magic of it all. Your back was hurting, you were peeing every single hour and you could barely stand up from a sitting position.

“Please get out of me,” you said looking down and talking to your baby. “Does this make me a bad person?” you asked Sebastian.

“No, I’d probably be saying the same thing,” he said pulling you in for a hug. It was a side hug because your belly was too big.

“Will you please tell him to get out?”

“It’s only 1 more week. Hang in there for 1 more week.”

“Ugh, if I have to,” you said dramatically rolling your eyes and walking into your bedroom.

“I love you.”

“Yeah yeah yeah.”

When you went to bed that night you were sound asleep as soon as your head hit the pillow. Growing a human was no joke. A pain woke you up in the middle of the night and Sebastian woke up to see you sitting up and taking some deep breaths.

“Oh my god, is it time? Are you okay?”

You didn’t respond until the pain had passed.

“No, it’s just Braxton Hicks contractions. I’ve been having them since yesterday. They stop after a while. Go back to sleep.”

You both lay back down and he rested his hand on your stomach gently drawing imaginary shapes with his fingers. You felt the pain again 7 minutes later. And another 7 minutes after that. You gave up on sleep at that point and got up and went to the living room to watch some TV. You were flipping through the guide when Sebastian came in to join you.

“Ugh, really?” he asked when he saw what show you started to watch.

“It’s my guilty pleasure. Deal with it.”

He sat down on the couch pulled your feet onto his lap and massaged them as 90 Day Fiancé started. It was a show about Americans applying for a K-1 visa to bring their fiancé over from other countries who then had 90 days to marry or be sent back to their country. Some of the foreigners were only in it for the green card and some were in it for love and it was fun to guess which was which. The show fascinated you. But it had caused a small argument between you and Sebastian.

Flashback

“You’re telling me that if I still lived in Romania and we met there, you wouldn’t bring me here on a K-1 visa?”

“If I’m being honest, probably not.”

“That’s messed up.”

“If you lived here and I lived in Romania would you bring me here?”

“Yes! Without a question!”

“That’s insane! These people barely know each other and they have to get married. Most of them have only physically spent less than a month together.”

“How well would you have to know me to bring me here?”

“I don’t know. I feel like we would have to physically be together for at least 6 months before I would think about it.”

“Six months? I would have brought you over here after our first night together!”

“If I brought you over here I would be financially responsible for you and I would be fucked if you screwed me over.”

“I wouldn’t do that!”

“I know you wouldn’t. Why are you so upset? This is a hypothetical situation. We are together.”

“You’re too practical! Can’t it just be about the love?”

This went on for an hour.

“These two are never going to work,” you said talking about the couple on the TV.

You had a contraction again and noted the time telling Sebastian to write it down. Two hours later they were 5-6 minutes apart and not stopping when you started walking around the apartment. You realized these weren’t Braxton Hicks but it was still a little early to go to the hospital. You wanted to labor at home for as long as you could.

“Do you have your bag packed for when you are ready to go?” he asked.

“Shit, I was going to do that today but I was too tired,” you said walking into your bedroom.

You packed, taking a break with each contraction. Sebastian was helping you when you stopped and placed your hands on the bathroom counter, gripping it tight.

“Ah, fuck!” you said through your breathing as Sebastian rubbed your back. He felt absolutely helpless. There was nothing he could do to take the pain away but he desperately wanted to.

A few hours later the contractions were getting even stronger and were now 4 minutes apart.

“Okay, it’s time to go,” you said. He had wanted to go an hour ago but you were being your stubborn self so he didn’t push it because he knew he couldn’t change your mind.

You were walking into your room to change out of your pajamas while he was calling the hospital to let them know you were on your way. All of the sudden he heard you yell, “Mother fucker!”

He dropped his phone and ran into the bedroom to find you looking up at the ceiling in disbelief.

“What?”

You looked at him and pointed to the floor. He looked down and saw that your water had broken. Everywhere. Thank god they were wood floors.

“I was really hoping if my water broke it would be a slow leak and not a waterfall,” you said laughing and beginning to walk to your closet to change your clothes.

He just smiled, grabbed your arm so you turned around and held your face in his hands. “I love you.”

You pulled him for a hug and a kiss. “I really, really love you.”

After arriving at the hospital they confirmed that you were in labor and actually already 5 cm dilated. Once in a room and in a gown you were hooked up to the fetal monitor and checked out by the woman who was going to be your nurse.

“Do you need anything hun?”

“Drugs. I want all the drugs,” you replied.

“Absolutely!” she said laughing. “I think anesthesia is just down the hall so I’ll let them know you’re ready for an epidural. You need anything, Dad?”

Sebastian was slowly pacing around the room with his hands in his pockets entertaining weird thoughts in his head to help keep him calm and didn’t hear anything.

“I don’t think he’s answering to Dad just yet,” you smiled. “Seb!”

“Mmh?” he said turning around.

“If you need anything the nurse’s station is just out the door and to your left,” the nurse said.

“Yeah, yeah okay,” he said while rubbing the whiskers on his chin.

She left and soon after the anesthesiologist came in and administered your epidural. Once it started to work you were able to take a nap thankfully. You had barely slept and been up since 2am. It was now 9am. You weren’t sure but Sebastian may have dozed off on the couch that was there for that exact purpose.

Your nurse came in to check your progress every hour or so. At 2pm she informed you that you were fully dilated and it was time to start pushing.

“Oh god,” you said as you realized this was it. You were about to see your son for the first time.

“You can do this. You are amazing and I love you so much,” Sebastian said encouraging you.

For the first 30 minutes it was just you, Sebastian, and your amazing nurse. Every time there was a contraction you pushed as hard as you could while the nurse counted to 10. You would take a breath and push again as long as the contraction lasted. You didn’t know how anyone did this without an epidural. Sebastian was holding your hand and holding one leg up while saying sweet and comforting things so you felt really bad about what came out of your mouth.

“Oh my god, Seb shut up. Seriously just shut the fuck up!” you said mid push.

Once that contraction and push were over you said, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry! I just need you to not talk when I’m pushing. All I want to hear is the counting. I’m sorry! I love you.”

“It’s okay. Just tell me what you need,” he said so calmly while he brushed a piece of hair out of your face which made you feel even worse for the way you talked to him and then he kissed your temple.

Once you had made enough progress more nurses came in with your doctor and an infant warmer. It was really time.

“You ready to have a baby?” your doctor cheerfully asked.

“I guess it’s too late to change my mind.”

“I would say so!” she said laughing while putting on gloves and a gown, then sitting on a chair and getting a view that only Sebastian had ever seen.

After the first push and everyone in the room saying encouraging things you looked at Sebastian with an annoyed expression so he spoke up and said, “She only wants to hear the counting when she’s pushing.”

You mouthed ‘thank you’ to him.

After 5 minutes of pushing your doctor said, “Okay, you are doing great Y/n! I can see the head! Sebastian, do you want to see?”

As Sebastian looked he kept your hand in his and then looked back at you and said, “Oh my god, he has so much hair!”

“One more push Y/n and he’ll be out okay?” your doctor said.

You nodded and looked at Sebastian.

“Okay push! 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, and here he is!” she said as she placed your baby on the blanket a nurse had placed on your chest while she wrapped the blanket around him and began to clean him off a little. The doctor instructed Sebastian on where to cut the umbilical cord and he did.

Then you heard his cry for the first time. He was here. Finally. He was beautiful. It was all worth it. The pain, the discomfort, the constant peeing, the lack of sleep. You would do it all again just to relive the moment of seeing him for the first time.

Sebastian brought his hand up to cradle his son’s head. He had no words. He just had tears falling down his face and a deep love filling his heart. He put his arm around you and brought his temple next to yours as you both looked at the precious baby you two had created together.

After a minute or two the baby nurse took your son over to the infant warmer to weigh him and get him cleaned up.

“Go with him,” you told Sebastian even though it was only 6 feet away from where you were. Sebastian only took about a 100 pictures. Once they had cleaned him and swaddled him up, Sebastian got to hold him for the first time. He thought his heart was going to explode. Between his love for you and for his son he was sure his heart wasn’t big enough to handle it.

When your doctor was done taking care of you Sebastian walked over to you and placed your son in your arms. You brought your hand up to pull Sebastian in for kiss and told him you loved him. You both stared at your son who was wiggling in your arms. He was the living proof of your and Sebastian’s love.

“Congratulations! You did great! Do you have a name for him yet?” your doctor asked you.

“Maverick,” Sebastian replied never once breaking his gaze from his baby.

“Are you a Maverick? Do you like that name? I hope you do cause we couldn’t think of anything else,” you laughed and your son responded with a smile in his sleep.

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Once you were transferred to the postpartum unit the adrenaline of the day wore off and you were just exhausted. The epidural was wearing off so you were in pain as well. Your nurse gave you the pain medication your doctor had prescribed and that made you fall asleep fast. When you woke up Sebastian was sitting in the rocking chair in the room with his shirt off and was asleep holding Maverick against his chest with a blanket covering them. Your nurse had made a point to tell Sebastian that skin to skin contact is not just for mom and baby but that it’s important for him to do it too because it helps with bonding. Your heart just about exploded with the love you felt looking at the boys in your life who completely owned your heart. You took a picture so you could remember this moment forever.

Maverick woke up and started crying so Sebastian placed him in your arms and you began breastfeeding him. It truly was a blessing that you had no problem breastfeeding. Maverick latched on perfectly.

You FaceTimed with your mom but you couldn’t be positive she could see anything through her tears so you sent her a ton of pictures and videos.

Sebastian’s mom came to see her first grandchild. She was so happy and gave you about 7 hugs throughout her visit. On her way out she whispered something in Romanian to Sebastian that he later translated.

“She said I did good. That I picked a good woman and made a beautiful son. She’s proud of me.”

Chris came next.

“I come bearing gifts!” he said handing Sebastian a bag. “Where is he? What’d you name him? Can I hold him?”

“This is Maverick. You can hold him but support his head,” you said handing Maverick over to him.

“Hey little guy! I’m your Uncle Chris! Oh my god he is so cute! Middle name Chris?”

You shook your head no. He still didn’t have a middle name yet.

“Really?” Sebastian asked after opening Chris’s gift. He held up a onsie with a picture of Chris as Captain America and underneath it said “My uncle is the shit!”

“What? It’s the truth!” Chris said.

You just laughed. You actually really liked it. Chris stayed for an hour or so and left so you could breastfeed. You were officially done with visitors. Now you focused on bonding as a family of 3.

After one more day in the hospital you and Maverick were cleared to go home. It took you 10 minutes to teach Sebastian how to strap the car seat in the back of the cab you were taking home. The cab driver was so sweet and patient, never complaining and not even starting the meter as you made sure the car seat was secure.

Once home you were breastfeeding Maverick in your bed and Sebastian sat next to you. He loved watching you feed your son. When Maverick was done eating Sebastian changed his diaper and then placed him in the bassinet you had set up next to your bed. You both stood there just watching him sleep. Sebastian put his arms around you and kissed the top of your head you were resting against his chest.

He was an amazing father. There was no arguing over who got up in the middle of the night to feed or change Maverick’s diaper. He always got up, even if it was just to bring Maverick to you to breastfeed. You were also pumping your breast milk so that Sebastian would be able to feed Maverick which he wished he could do all the time.

Two days after you had gotten home, you had gotten out of the shower and walked into your bedroom to find Sebastian asleep with Maverick asleep on his chest. It was a precious sight. Your own father was in and out of your life when you were a kid and never showed any affection. Now you hadn’t seen him in over 10 years. You knew Maverick would never have to deal with that and that made you so grateful Sebastian was his father. You couldn’t decide who was luckier; you or your son.

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Delicate - Chapter 3

Note: ok Chapter 3 is here. Your opinion is always welcomed (criticism included!). Its my first stoey ever so please be kind. I know I have much to work on, but I hope that it will get better and better.

I would like to thank very (VERY) much @musings-sans-muse and @shellbilee for your support, help, ideas, everything! You girls rock!!

Thank you @oddsnendsfanfics for your encouragement!

Warnings: swearing

April 2020

Naomi spent the whole March shooting her show in Berlin (as there was a theatre festival) and preparing the charity event for children. She managed to schedule everything– the place (Hyde Park), the catering, the guests. Obviously, everything was cancelled due to coronavirus restrictions. Everyone was forbidden to go to the tv studio, so Naomi worked on the new scripts of the episodes, watched movies, wrote reviews of new plays, etc.

Since their last lunch, Naomi had been regularly in touch with Henry, mostly via WhatsApp. They have met a couple of times. The more she talked with him, the more she liked him. He made her laugh. But not only that. He seemed to care about others, yet had this reasonable attitude - often saying that you can’t change the world alone.

She valued him for being the voice of reason. They have known each other for only two months, yet she told him a lot about her family and difficult relationship with her father (who was a real - life spitting image of Logan Roy from The Succession), her issues with James, her weird fascinations of criminal stories about murderers and disappearances and the II World War.

One day she had just come home and put the groceries on the kitchen island, when her phone buzzed. She picked up the video call. Henry. The thought of seeing his face and talking to him always shifted her mood. “Hello boy. Give me a moment I need to wash my hands. I’ve just been out in a bad, bad store.” She giggled and headed to the bathroom with her phone, placing it next to the sink.

“Of course. I can see your tits now, by the way. No worries though, I enjoy the view.” He chuckled lightly. Naomi rolled her eyes and quickly moved the phone to the higher counter. She took a minute to study Henry’s face. Something was off. She couldn’t tell if he looked sad or tired. It was off though. She was wondering why. In this very moment she also realized that he was one of very few people, who were… important to her. Not in a romantic kind of way. No. Naomi didn’t date, she didn’t want to build a relationship with any man, not anymore. Still, he was important.

“Helloo..” Henry waved his hand from the other side of the screen.

“I’m sorry. I thought of my round, perfect, little tits. Changing the awkward subject, how are you doing in times of isolation? You look tired. Is everything ok?” Naomi dried her hands with a towel, grabbed her phone and headed to the kitchen. She placed her phone on the kitchen island, leant on her elbows and focused on the phone screen.

“I’m fine. A bit anxious I think. Not my best day today. That’s why I’m calling. I expect to hear some entertaining story about your crazy childhood.”

She laughed, and thought for a moment. “I’m not in the mood today. You know, I almost got a role in the Moulin Rouge musical in the Old Vic. I mean I did get the part of Satine, and I was so excited, as it would be my debut after all these years. Unfortunately, they called today that due to the lockdown, the project has been entirely called off.” She shrugged “At least Netflix doesn’t disappoint. There’s the Money Heist premiere today.”

After a second she added “Join me today! Look I know it’s illegal, alright? But I can promise we will keep the two – meter distance. I can offer you good whiskey and whatever meal the chosen restaurant could provide. Except for pizza and other carbo shit. I’m on a low-carbo diet. You know I’d love to say I’m one of those women who can eat everything because they’re so cool and don’t care about their looks or have a wonderful metabolism. But unfortunately, I’m not them. My metabolism is my enemy and I do fucking care about how I look because the CEO of BBN asks about my weight like once a month.” She smiled at him “So, take it or leave it.”

“I take it. I can cook something if you want. Oh, can I take Kal with me?”

“Cooking – ok. Sounds cool. Kal – Henry, in general of course. But you need to keep in mind I’ve got two Pomeranians – and as much as they love people and small dogs, they sometimes hate the big ones. So, bring Kal with you and in case there’s war, I’ll take Marilyn and Audrey to my neighbor.”

They discussed the details about the dogs’ meeting and decided to meet at 6 pm. Naomi took her time to call her mum and friends, take her dogs for a walk and take a shower. Afterwards she applied a bit of makeup, put on her black Nike leggings and white tank top. She let her hair loose so that it could dry quickly. Just after she poured herself a glass of water, her phone buzzed and Henry informed, he’s waiting outside with Kal. Naomi called her dogs and all of them headed to the small park near her apartment. Naomi couldn’t stop laughing when she spotted Henry with the Salvador Dali mask on – a kind of tribute to Money Heist, which they were going to watch.

Unfortunately, just as Naomi thought, there was no love between Kal and Marylin. At least Audrey accepted the big bear immediately. Naomi decided to take Marylin to her neighbor, and the rest of them headed to her place.

Much to Naomi’s surprise, Henry cooked a delicious dinner, and they spent the whole evening watching five episodes of the Netflix series. Being her kittenish self, Naomi gently touched Henry’s knee with her toes from time to time. “Heey… relax.” She said with a smile. “I can tell you something nice, wanna hear?”

Henry raised his eyebrow and looked at her with a smirk “Go on, entertain me.” He gently rubbed her ankle with one hand, the other one was supported on the back of the sofa.

“Alright..” Naomi closed her eyes for a moment and enjoyed the delicate massage. Finally she looked him in the eyes. She smiled shyly and turned her face away, “Henry.. Do remind me please, is your dad a boxer?” She asked coyly.

Henry seemed a bit puzzled “No, no. Have I ever said that he was?”

“Well no...but damn, I’m asking because you’re such a knockout!”.

They both burst out with laughter.

“What a cheesy pickup line, I love it! Where do you know that from?”

Naomi started to play with her hair “Well, it happens to me all the time” she joked. “It’s nice to see you laughing.” She added after a second.

At around 3 a.m. they decided it was really late, so they were to terminate their evening with just one glass of Jack Daniels (due to her diet Naomi didn’t drink alcohol, but promised to have a goodbye drink).

Naomi brought two glasses to the living room and sat on the sofa. Henry was sitting on the opposite side. Once Naomi extended her hand and handled him a glass of whiskey, he slowly grabbed the glass with one hand and held her wrist with another. “What a massive rock!” He said, looking closely at her two - carat diamond engagement ring. He gently caressed her knuckles with his thumb. His touch, ever so gentle made Naomi shiver. Something about it felt so wrong and so right at the same time. “Has James proposed to you? I had no idea”. Henry let go of her hand and supported himself on the back of the sofa.

“No, of course not. It’s an engagement ring I was given by my husband. I often wear it.” Naomi didn’t like to talk about her marriage with anyone. She felt very comfortable with Henry and they talked about many personal things, but she never mentioned her married life.

Henry slowly nodded. “You never talk about your marriage.” He took a sip of his drink and after a couple of seconds asked “Do you still love him?”

Naomi zoned out for a second, focusing her eyes on the floor. Her hand tried to retrace Henry’s touch on her knuckles. This touch. So delicate. It was one of the most intimate moments she’s ever experienced. Why was it so intimate - she didn’t know. She had had a lot of sex lately. Mostly with James. James never touched her this way. Why? Why had nobody ever touched her this way, she thought.

“Naomi.” Henry’s low, but soft voice snatched her out of her thoughts. She looked at him with slightly parted lips. What were they talking about? Oh, right. Her ex-husband.

“Do I love my husband? Because I wear the engagement ring? No. Not at all. I just love expensive jewellery with big diamonds.” She chuckled looking at her engagement ring. “That’s the secret. But no. I have no feelings for my ex - husband. As for why I don’t talk about my marriage, there’s just nothing to talk about. I was 20, he was 34 at that time we got married. I wanted to be an actress, he was a serious entrepreneur. I wanted to run away from my mum, who was trying to take over my whole life, and he was looking for a young woman to build a home with. At some point it didn’t work out. We had a nasty divorce and division of assets. He then moved to Moscow, and as far as I know he still lives there. The end.”

Naomi refilled Henry’s glass with whisky, Naomi willed herself to focus back on the conversation and not on the ghost of his touch that lingered on her skin. “What about your love life, Mr. One Hundred Questions to Naomi Poesy?” She asked and winked at him.

“You know how it is Naomi. It’s just hard to get involved with someone, if you have this kind of job. It’s all about either accepting my schedule and traveling with me, or building a long – distance relationship. It hardly ever works. Also…”

Naomi suddenly held her right hand up in a stop gesture. “I’m sorry, but I just have to interrupt here. That sounds like you’re trying to find a justification. I mean – and I’m really sorry for sharing my opinion unasked – but building any relationship is hard in general. Do you really think your situation is any different from a situation of CEOS or anyone who has a career, money and power? The scale may be different but the issues are all the same. I mean a CEO of a big insurance company does have the very same problems. He asks the same questions - if his new other half is with him because of his status, money, position or because she’s in love. And the schedule thing – sure it’s hard to build a relationship when you’re on the set for a couple of months and it literally consumes all of your time. Trust me though, it’s not easier if you work as a physician or a lawyer, or if you work in a big tv corporation like I do. Instead of being on the set for a couple of months, people work their asses off every day, because they have loans to pay, plans to realize. And they usually don’t have any breaks. The fact that you get back home to your other half after 9 pm does not necessarily make your relationship better. It’s just the matter of what you’re expecting from a relationship.”

Henry just nodded and added after a moment “I just want to have a family of my own.”

“Well. But this is not the answer to the question of what you are expecting from a relationship. I mean, obviously everyone wants to start a family. The question is – what does it mean to you? Some want to start a family because they hate to be lonely, some feel like they need to take care of others, and some just feel like it makes them feel complete. You know sometimes you meet the person you resonate with, you feel the great chemistry with, but it just doesn’t work because of lots of other factors like the timing, circumstances etc. So, what I mean is that you really need to know what you expect from your partner so that you can fight for it.” She thought about what she said for a minute “Hm.. it sounded much wiser in my head before I verbalized it.”

Henry laughed and looked her in the eyes licking his lips. That gentle touch. After a few seconds of glancing at each other she smiled at him and shyly turned her face away. “Ok, enough. Don’t try to charm me here.” She grabbed her phone from the coffee table. “Man, it’s 4 am! I’m not surprised I’m bubbling something half intelligent. I should be sleeping already, I have promised to help Sarah tomorrow morning. This morning. If you want to you can stay, I have a guest room and a spare toothbrush.”

“Thank you, but I guess I better get back home.” He grabbed his phone and ordered an Uber. “I just have to say” he started as they both stood up and headed towards the hall. “You are so tiny without high heels!”

She laughed “No shit Sherlock.”

“No, but seriously. I wanted to say” he stopped there and looked at Kal. It seemed like he was fighting with his thoughts whether to verbalize what he wanted to say or not. “I really like spending time with you.”

Naomi crossed her arms over her chest. “I don’t date Cavill.” She said with a smile.

Henry just nodded and leaned towards her, so close that their faces were just inches away, and said “Well, pity.” He chuckled and leaned even closer to give her a goodbye kiss on a cheek “Bye, girl. Get some sleep.” He then took a step away and called for Kal, who was already bouncing on his legs ready to go.

Naomi reached to open the front door for them, but instead of doing it, she turned towards Henry and leaned against the door. She noticed his clenched jaw, then placed her eyes on his lips and eyes. She slowly grabbed the drawstring of his hood with her right hand and wrapped it around her fingers. “Hey.. I don’t, but what would you do if I did date…?” she asked playfully. She bit her bottom lip in anticipation.

“Naomi..” Henry smiled lightly at her, and tenderly touched her cheek, moving his fingers from her cheekbone through her lips to her chin. He was slowly studying her face. Naomi looked at him stunned, her lips parted, she was not expecting that.

“I’m 37. I’m too old to play this game. Please, don’t play with me.” He stroked her cheek once more with his index finger and stepped back. He fastened Kal’s leash. In the meantime Naomi unlocked the door and moved back.

“Goodbye” He gave her a warm smile and left.

Naomi quickly closed the door and tried to understand what had just happened. She felt all the emotions at once - arousal, humiliation, sadness, anger, happiness. She brushed her fingers through her cheek. That gentle touch. She took a deep breath. In her entire life Naomi had always been the “tough guy” - first in ballet school, at home, when her mother suffered from depression, and Naomi had to take care of her mother and her brother, then drama school. Establishing her position in television was not easy either. Oh, and her marriage. She was just a girl when she got married and her older husband always knew better. The random men she fucked after she got divorced. James. They all wanted to have her, possess her. And she kind of liked it. It made her feel attractive and in charge. But that touch was somethings new.

Naomi felt the tears welling in her eyes, as if for the first time in her life, she experienced such a gentle touch. And it felt so good.

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Day #6 of Promptmas

Chapter 6: To break this spell!

Summary:

Identity reveal & Superhero shenanigans ruining plans

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Concept: Identity reveal & Superhero shenanigans ruining plans

Dialogue: “Listen, Santa doesn’t have to know about this” & “Oh, I know exactly what you’re trying to do. But you will not ruin my Christmas. Not again. Not this year.” & “Keep doing that if you wanna end up on the naughty list”

December 22nd

Ned: See you in thirty. You know where

Time to buy the ring!!! Peter was actually very much excited about going to buy the ring for Betty, it didn’t matter that it was 9am and that he didn’t sleep the night before. He didn’t know where they were going but the reunion point was the Rockefeller Center. He gathered all his things and put his suit on his bag (just in case, you never know what could happen in New York, what if he crossed paths with Black Cat again? Or Rhino? He needed to be prepared).

He decided to walk, it was a long way on a very cold day but he needed to think. Ned was probably going to ask him about him and MJ and what was he supposed to say? Lies? Ned knew better than that. He needed a good plan if they want this lie to survive almost five days. When he arrived to the Rockefeller Center he send a message to Ned telling where he was. After a few minutes he saw Ned walking towards him.

“Hey, Ned!” Peter said enthusiastically

“Hey, fake friend” Ned looked at him with a little bit of disappointment in his eyes and tone

“Are you kidding me?”

“Why you didn’t tell me? How long how you been guys dating? I can’t believe May told me and not you”

“May told you?” Oh no! Probably half of Queens knew he was dating his roommate and they weren’t even dating

“You told her and not me! I can’t believe it, seriously. I have been waiting for this since high school and I didn’t know anything. Ok maybe the movie night was kind of a clue but anyway, I wanted confirmation not speculations” What? There was too much information in Ned’s rant that he needed to process

“Wait… what? What do you mean? First of all, May didn’t know. Second, waiting since high school for what? And third, what about the movie night?” Ned had started walking and Peter was almost running after him

“Oh, whatever. You will have to tell everyone the story tonight or Betty is killing you” He decided to leave the topic if Ned was giving him a way out of the real reason behind the surprise relationship with MJ

“Where are we going?” Ned had slow down a little and Peter was walking next to him with his backpack on his back

“Right here” Ned stopped in front of a store that had a sign where it was read MDC Diamons. Fancy and probably very expensive.

“Wow. You’re going all in, aren’t you?”

“She deserves it” while Ned said that, he pushed the door and closed it behind them

“Good morning. Welcome to MDC Diamonds. How can I help you?” A blond girl behind a glass showcase talked to them

“Hey. I’m looking for an engagement ring for my girlfriend” Ned spoke to the girl like he was telling her top secret information

“Do you have something in mind you would like to see or should I show you lots of options?”

“I want something that’s not common. Maybe different stones and not just one, gold maybe” Peter was impressed, Ned obviously had a very clear idea of what he wanted for Betty

“I have a few options for you” The girl moved around behind the showcase colleting different things

“First I can offer you engagement ring with two different stones besides the central diamond” she showed them to rows of beautiful rings. One row had green stones and the second one had blue stones “These ones have Colombian emeralds, the best quality. And these ones have Australian sapphires, also the best. They all have a gold ring and the central diamond is up to you and your budget”They looked to all the options anf then shared a worried look “Do you like a carved or plain ring? That can make it easier for you” the girl offered them a solution to their turmoil

“Maybe with some kind on design, a simple one” Ned moved his eyes from ring to ring, not daring to touch them

“What about this ones” Peter showed Ned a few ring with different designs, some with emerald and some others with sapphires

“I like this one” Ned pointed at a particular ring. The girl took it from its place and showed the ring to them

“This ring is a 14 karat yellow gold ring with engraved butterflies, a little rope design and 6 round green emeralds. The diamond can be from 5mm or bigger. Emeralds are not so common for engagement rings too”

“How much?” Peter couldn’t hold himself, he needed to know the prize

“It costs 1.650 dollars. Without the Central diamond”

“Without the diamond?” Peter knew engagement rings could be expensive but wow

“Can you show me the diamonds, please?” Probably Ned didn’t hear the prize or something, he was delighted watching the ring and not freaking out about the prices

“What kind of shape do you want for the diamond? We have round, princess, emerald, asscher, oval, radiant, pear, hearts, marquise, cushions and trillions” Now Ned was looking at her with total panic. How was he supposed to know what shape the diamond was best for the ring and Betty?

“What do you recommend?” Peter asked while Ned was looking at the girl with worried eyes

“For this kind or ring it’s recommended a round diamond but if you want something different the best options are the princess cut, asscher and trillions”

“I like trillions. What about you, Ned?”

“I like them too. What options do we have with trillions?”

“We have two options. I will show you” The girl walked inside the store and after a minute she returned with two small boxes

“The first one is a 0.45 carat diamond that costs 840 dollars and the second one is a 0.44 carat diamond that costs 1.071 dollars” She opened both boxes to show them each diamond, they were beautiful

“Why the difference in prices?” Ned was looking at the diamonds, probably trying to understand why such a huge difference when the cheapest was bigger

“It’s the size, the clarity of the stone, the colors, the symmetry and even the quality in the cut” Peter felt the hairs on his neck tingle. The diamond and ring talk totally forgotten now. He moved to the front door and saw it. Rhino was a few blocks from them.

“Ned!” Peter didn’t turn around to call Ned

“Yeah?”

“Can you come here for a second, please?” He felt Ned moving toward him. When Ned placed himself next to Peter he moved from the glass door to face Ned.

“Did you see that on the outside?” Ned had a confused face while looking at Peter, but as soon as he turned to face the glass door his face changed from confusion to fear “I need to go, stay here” Ned moved his head up and down but didn’t say a word. He liked being a Friend of Spider-Man but never quite liked being too close to the action, he was good just being the Guy in the Chair and now just the supportive voice in Peter’s ears while patrols

“Yeah, ok” The girl was looking at them as if a third head had grown in both of them “Just be careful Peter” Ned knew how bad it could get when Rhino was involved

“I will, but you need to be safe too” Peter opened the door but before he went out he heard Ned speaking again

“Peter? I’m not mad at you for not telling me, just shook. I’m actually really happy for both of you. You guys deserve to be happy” Peter knew he was going to be terribly mad when he told him the truth about their pretended relationship

Without another word, Peter moved to a close ally to change his normal clothes for his suit. He hadn’t done that since high school, he always tried to find more private places to change. He webbed his backpack to a wall behind a dumpster, a trick he developed as a freshman in college after losing two bags on the same week.

He used his webs to swing the few blocks to where Rhino was. When he got there he found a mess in the street, people running around screaming, cameramen reporting Rhino’s appearance, police trying to control the crowd and then, there was Rhino. He was grabbing a police car and he threw it across the street

“Hey, big guy! If you wanted a car as a Christmas present from Santa you probably just needed to send a nice letter and behave over the year, no need to steal them” When he got Rhino’s attention he webbed the car and pulled it down again. Nobody was hurt.

“Take as much people out of here before it gets worst” Peter said to a police officer but he didn’t move, he was standing there looking at Rhino.

“Let me help you, Spider-Man” Peter turned around and found a man on a green suit with a blue cape. Peter remembered seeing the same suit a few nights ago, on the small park in Queens. “Go away cop” The man talked to the officer while looking at his eyes and the cop immediately moved away, but without helping anyone else. There were a lot of people in danger

“Karen? Take notes on his abilities. Investigate him. Find as much as you can” Peter spoke to the AI in his mask

“Got it Peter”

“Oh, look who’s here! My dear friend, Black Cat” The guy on the green suit spoke past Peter

“Prowler” Peter turned around and found the same girl in black leather suit and silver hair behind him

“Do you guys had a bad guys reunion and forgot to invite me? Rhino is mad because he didn’t like who he picked for Secret Santa, right?” when he finished the phrase Rhino moved to the Rockefeller Center tree and started shaking it

“Oh, I know exactly what you’re trying to do. But you will not ruin my Christmas. Not again. Not this year.” Peter remembered last year very vividly. Rhino knocked him down using a regular tree that he threw at his head. He was unconscious for three days so he missed Christmas. He wasn’t letting Rhino ruin this year’s Christmas too, he had a fake relationship to put up that afternoon

Peter moved to Rhino, leaving Cat and Prowler behind. He would take care of them after Rhino, he was the bigger threat. Peter webbed Rhino’s hands to a building near them. He had designed a bigger devise for the web liquid he designed in the labs, every time he fought Rhino he ran out of webs. He wasn’t making the same mistakes twice.

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“Every time you are around something goes wrong, Cat. What are you doing here?” The Prowler started walking around her. She didn’t like it

“Do you believe in superstitions?” She loved that mind trick, as the human representation of a black cat, everyone believed she carried bad luck with her

“I do not. But maybe I should. What do you want Cat? Are you on Spider-Man’s side?”

“Yeah. That’s definitely why I’m helping him right now fighting Rhino. He’s your guy, isn’t he? Yours and that octopus man from the other day” She needed more information, and she wasn’t in anyone’s side

“So not with the Spider. Well, maybe the bad luck will go away from us if you join us. Doctor Octopus will be very pleased to meet you” Ok, so the octopus man was the leader of this weird gang

“What about Rhino? Is he good?” She needed more information from the inside to try to end that stupid group of people that hurt innocents for the sake of power

“He’s out of control. The Doc is not happy with his behavior but at the same time, he is strong enough to end the Spider and if he does that, we can all move on to our own plans. Care to join Cat?” No, thank you very much

“Maybe if you tell me what would happen if the Spider is gone” She was waiting the Prowler would be stupid enough to tell her. While she waited for more information, she saw the fight between Rhino and Spider-Man on the back. She saw Spider-Man trying to move the people out of the fight range. She was really glad for her contacts, she could see everyone’s faces from far away without a problem.

That’s when he saw him. What the hell was Ned doing there? Wasn’t he supposed to be with Peter buying last minute presents for today? Where was Peter? She couldn’t see him near Ned

“Sorry Prowler, need to go. But we have a long pending conversation” The man on the green suit didn’t say anything. He just started moving closer to Spider-Man and Rhino. Well, good luck to the Spider. She needed to take Ned out of here before he got hurt

She walked into the crowd and past the media. Rhino was breaking Spider-Man’s webs from his hands and grabbing different things to throw at him but if Spidey wasn't fast enough the objects could hit him or the people watching the fight

“Ok everyone! You need to get out of here. This is getting bad. You all need to get out of here. NOW” She was standing in front of the crowd and started pushing the people softly to move them away from the fight

“I’m not going anywhere” She heard the phrase and cursed Ned in every language she knew. Why he wanted to be there so bad?

“Are you seeing the flying objects?” The frustration was getting the best out of her “Don’t you have someone close by to take you out of here? A Friend?” Where the hell was Peter?

“I’m not going anywhere” Ned repeated and she wanted to kick him now, instead, she grabbed his arm and started moving him when a flying car crashed next to them, the hit was so strong and close to them that they ended up on the floor. Ned hugged a little package and when he tried to lift himself from the ground, the crashed glass of the car cut his knees and hands. The fear in Ned’s face was visible and her rage grew even more if possible, the stupid Rhino hurt Ned and she was ready to kill Rhino by herself.

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After Rhino threw that car to a running crowd he saw it. Black Cat was pushing someone to a building. What the hell was she doing? Now she was kidnapping people? First Rhino doing a tantrum, then Prowler trying to hurt him and now Cat kidnapping people? What the hell was going on?

“Hey Cat! Where you going?” When she turned around she released the man’s arm and he also turned to face him. When he saw who was, panic and rage ran through him “what are you doing here? Didn’t I tell you to go?” his panic didn’t let him think about the consequences of his words

“You know him?” Black Cat asked Ned with a surprised face

“Everybody knows Spider-Man”

“Of course everybody knows him, but he knows you! Spider-Man, can you tell your friend to get the hell out of here? He is not listening”

“Why should he listen to you? You were dragging him to a building for what? What if you hurt him? Saw you with the Prowler. Making plans or something?” Peter knew he messed up in the moment her face turned a bright red, the rage was palpable. What if she was actually helping Ned get out of there?

She spoke to Ned’s ear. Whatever she said made Ned’s eyes opened and his brows went together. Ned looked at her from head to toe and he started moving with the crowd, away from the fight

“My job here is done Spider” Her tone spit venom. He saw her moving away from him and couldn’t hold himself, he felt guilty

“I’m sorry! He is my friend, we’ve known each other for long and I care about him. Freaked out a little when I saw you pushing him. He didn’t look like he wanted to go. I shouldn’t have reacted like that, you were helping” Peter didn’t know why he told all of that to Cat. His senses were always off around her, like she wasn’t a threat. Maybe he could trust her.

Before she could say something, Prowler and Rhino tried to attack him. His senses screamed at him at the danger. He webbed the car Rhino had thrown a few minutes before and he launched it to Prowler first and then to Rhino’s head. They both were on the floor after the hit and Peter saw the police moving to them. He took the opportunity to thank Cat for helping not just Ned, but the other people that was around

“Thank you for helping. You saved him”

“How long have you known each other?” Her curious eyes went through him

“School” Maybe his senses were off around her but he couldn’t trust her completely, she was talking to Prowler after all “You said something to him that make him go. Can I know what that was?”

“I know what he was supposed to be doing, and maybe I dropped a name that made him move.” Betty. Her name made him go. So she actually knew Ned. Maybe it was someone from college or work.

“Can we talk somewhere else? I have a few questions for you”

“Lead the way, Spider” Peter bet she had a lot of questions too if they both tried to save Ned.

“Can I take you with me somewhere safe?” Peter had a confidence rush and decided to act on his weird attraction to Black Cat

“How?”

“Swing with me?” He saw the doubt on her face for a second and then it was gone

“Why not? How are we supposed to do that?” He moved closer to her while he thought about his next move

“That’s a very good question. I have never done this. Amm, you can hug me?” He said the last as a question just to give her more options if she wasn’t comfortable

“Yeah. I think that will do” Cat moved closer to him and placed her arms around his neck. He could smell her perfume and found it familiar, she smelled like MJ. He didn’t get his mind around that thought, lots of people bought the same perfumes, nothing worth to think about

He placed his hand around her waist to pull her closer, when he shot his web they both jumped. She placed her long legs around his waist making the position very intimate. Peter moved through the buildings for a minute and decided to land on a rooftop high enough so they could talk

“Thanks for the ride, Spidey” Cat moved her legs from his waist but her arms remained around his neck. “Listen, Santa doesn’t have to know about this, you are probably on the good boys list and I don’t want to ruin your Christmas present” Peter didn’t get what she was talking about until she kissed him on the cheek, his mask between them, many thoughts and feelings running through him. His main thought was MJ, he was supposed to have a relationship her. It was a fake relationship but he still felt bad, like he was cheating on her

“Keep doing that if you wanna end up on the naughty list” Peter said and she moved her arms from around his neck while containing a small laugh. Peter knew it was a terrible come-back but it was the only thing he had in mind at the moment

“You had questions”

“You obviously know Ned and Betty. How?”

“School” Her answer was simple but it implies many things. Did she know who he was too? His silence have her the clue to keep talking while he freaked out a little. What if she knew who he was and wanted to hurt him? Now they were alone and his senses were too calm to be true “Why don’t you take off you mask, Peter? This is getting ridiculous”

“What?” He felt the sudden change in her voice. She didn’t sound as smooth as she had just a few second ago

“Let’s do something. I take off my mask and wig and you tell me how on earth the clumsy, nerd, loser Peter Parker ended up being Spider-Man. Deal?” It wasn’t her, no! That’s impossible. He was speechless

Black Cat took off her gloves. Peter was watching everything in slow motion. Her right hand moved to her silver hair and her left hand moved to her mask. She removed the wig and mask, brown curls falling over her face and again, he was speechless. It front of him was MJ, his roommate and fake girlfriend for the holidays, with a black leather suit, silver wig and a cat mask on her hands

“You can take your mask off, Peter. No need to hide” He felt like he had woken up from a dream, a nightmare actually. He was getting out of air inside his suit and his hands moved to the back of his neck. The mask was on the floor after a few seconds

“How the hell this happened?” The shock was visible now on his face

“How the hell you happened? I always thought about the possibility of you being Spider-Man but you both are so different, yet so similar, it was very confusing. After living with you I believed you were just good friends with Spider-Man for the Stark connection with the Avengers”

“A radioactive spider bit me on a school trip. Did a radioactive cat bit you or what happened?” MJ laughed at his comment and took a while to answer his question

“No radioactive animals for me. Just a little bit of tech, training and a nice suit.” Peter’s first thought was that it was a very nice suit in fact. He had so many questions for her, that’s probably how Ned felt when he found out Peter, his best friend, was Spider-Man.

MJ sent her hand to a belt she had around her waist and pulled out her phone. She unlocked it and all Peter could see were her eyes and fingers running through the screen

“Ned is asking where we are, if we are ok, he says we were on TV and knows we are together somewhere but would love to know if we are ok. He is already at the Stark’s house, they are waiting for us” She read the messages to him and saved her phone again on her belt.

“We should go and talk about all of this later”

“Yeah. We have lots of things to talk about. For now we have a fake relationship to put up for our family and friends. Remember me to take some pictures and send them to my sister explaining why I’m not going to the family dinner with the Jones”

Peter saw MJ move to the edge of the building and disappearing when she threw her rope somewhere he couldn't see. He moved to the edge too and shot his web to go home with MJ dressed as Black Cat, the thief he had being wondering about from a few days ago and a decision, they were going to convice everyone they were dating, not to prove them the opposite

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