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stories-and-chaos · 2 months

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Shrike: Sick Day

[Hazbin Hotel reader insert as Alastor’s “darling life and death partner” Ace x ace relationship, both parties are moderately sex favorable. Just some fluff about how our murderous couple would take care of each other. And of course the rest of the gang has to “help.”]

[One shot, word count 2731, Cw: mild nudity?]

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You woke up, aching from head to toe. Despite Alastor being right next to you (the man radiated heat) and the duvet, you were chilled. A sudden coughing fit made you wish for some tea.

Crap. You were sick.

“Mmm, cher?” Your ears must be clogged too. Your husband’s voice sounded staticky and a bit distant, as if you were listening to his radio broadcast. You started to reply but another coughing fit interrupted you.

Another try. “Alastor, good-“ you tried to greet him but you cough didn’t stop.

He sat up and gently put the back of his hand to your forehead. His hand looked a little funny. Did you two not clean up after a kill last night? Maybe that’s why you felt so awful. “Ah, mon petit coeur, you’re sick. Best you stay in bed today my dear.”

“Cher,” you managed to croak out. There went any thoughts of performing tonight. “Your hair is all red and-“ you paused to cough “-there’s twigs in it! Didn’t we wash up last night?” You reached up to brush the twigs away. He was so careful about washing blood off yet his hair must have been soaked with it.

“What?” Maybe the two of you had been up very late; his eyes looked bloodshot too. “Y/N, what are you…?” He trailed off as you got a look at your hand. Goodness, you were still covered in blood too! “Ah, mais non cher. We’re in Hell. Remember my dear?”

“I know I feel awful-“ you said around coughs “-but saying this is Hell is a bit much Alastor.”

He grasped your hand. “Y/N. We’re dead my dear. We have been for almost a century.” He gently brushed a sweaty lock of hair from your face. “We really are in Hell, cher.”

Oh. That wasn’t your ears being clogged up. The Radio Demon. His voice was just like that now. “Fuck.” You flopped back onto your pillow, shrike wings spreading out limply.

“Hmm, I don’t believe either of us would be up for that,” your husband said mildly.

You grumbled. “Isn’t being in Hell punishment enough? Getting sick on top of that seems a bit much.” You did your best to focus your magick. A little silver halo of wind formed above your head to make a cooling breeze.

As you dozed, Alastor busied himself in the kitchen. Shortly he returned with a tray of food and tea. The tea had a generous helping of honey, the bowl of grits was one of your comfort foods and was easy to eat. After making sure you were settled, he left to inform Charlie and the hotel’s residents of the situation.

Unbeknownst to you, once informed that you were ill, Charlie responded with the expected sympathy at first. Then she gasped and launched to her feet. “That’s it! That will be perfect for today’s activity!”

“Say what now?” Alastor’s voice scratched at her sudden enthusiasm.

“We can work on helping Y/N feel better! Hey everyone!” She bounced up and down, waving excitedly at the residents. “Today we’re going to work on ‘helping someone in need!’” Alastor’s eye twitched as she started making plans.

“Sweetie, what’s this all about?” Vaggie asked as she got to the main floor. By then the little group was all gathered in the parlor.

“Y/N is sick sooooo this is the perfect opportunity to work on ‘helping others!’ Being selfless and helping others feel better is sure to help on the path to redemption! So I want everyone to start brainstorming how to make Y/N feel better.” She dashed over to a pile of paper, saying she was sure she had notes about what to do when someone is sick. Alastor’s eyelid continued to twitch.

Vaggie, ever the perceptive one, noticed his irritation. “Charlie, sweetie, did you make sure Alastor and Y/N are okay with this?”

“Right! Alastor, can we all help you take care of Y/N until she’s feeling better?” She clasped her hands together as she looked up at him. Begrudgingly he agreed to ask if you were up for it.

You were sipping your tea, letting the warmth soothe your throat. “I suppose I don’t mind,” you said, surprising your husband as he cleared away the tray. “It’s more interesting than staying in bed all day.”

“If you insist my dear. May I?” He held out his arms to scoop you up at your agreement. “Although you will be right back up here if those misfits go too far.” You chuckled as you curled up in his embrace. Or you tried to, but ended up coughing.

He sighed and carried you down to the parlor. You could hear Charlie cooing at the sight of the Radio Demon gently bringing his wife down the stairs.

One thing you’d come to find out in your afterlife was that your animal traits came to the fore at strange times. One of which was when you weren’t feeling well or recovering from an injury. You preferred being in something more like a nest than a bed at those times. So Alastor snapped his fingers and a pile of overstuffed pillows manifested on the ground.

You shivered as you settled in. “I want the duvet cher.”

“Oh oh! We can do that!” Charlie waved her hand widely. “Angel, Pentious, this is a great way to start!”

“Very well then! Minions! Let us fetch the lady’s blanket for her!” The snake demon slithered to your suite, eggs chattering as they followed along. “‘S called a duvet…” you mumbled sleepily. Once you were wrapped up, your day being a target for ‘assistance’ began. Alastor wasn’t about to leave you alone with them, so he settled into the nearby wingback chair.

Angel disappeared and returned wearing a skimpy nurse’s outfit, complete with thigh high stockings. “Alright toots, Nurse Angel Dust is here to make you feel all better baby.” He pulled a thermometer out of his chest fluff and popped it into your mouth. The thermometer beeped rapidly and he took a look at the reading. “Oh shit, you really are sick.”

You stared at him blankly; Alastor’s eye twitched and his smile twisted in annoyance. “Yes. Yes I am. Thank you for the assessment.” Angel held up a finger and dashed off. He returned with an ice pack, lozenges, and an extremely phallic shaped popsicle.

He plopped the ice pack on your head and popped the frozen treat in your mouth just like he had with the thermometer. “There you go, sweet cheeks, that’ll help your throat. I’ll get you somethin to eat.”

“No need! Doctor Pentious is here with the cure for the lady’s illsss.” Pentious slithered up, dressed in a white coat with a head mirror strapped on. The egg bois had matching outfits and were carrying reflex hammers, tongue depressors, and a bone saw. One had a highball glass ready. Pentious produced a dark colored bottle labeled as Dr. S. Pentious’ Hellish Cure All! For all aches, pains, coughing, toothaches, cramps, and gunshot wounds.

He poured the red tinted dark liquid out. You could swear it smoked in the glass. Before he could hand it to you, Alastor grabbed the glass and tossed it into the fireplace. The glass shattered and the liquid evaporated in the flames, making a puff of skull shaped smoke. “No patent medicines for my darling, chum.”

“What?! It works perfectly for my minions!” Pentious looked offended.

“Your minions are disposable. Y/N is not.” You could see his antlers stretch as his annoyance grew.

“Ooooookay, that’s a good start! Angel, Pentious, how about you two make something for her to eat?” Charlie shoved both of them out towards the kitchen. Thankfully, Alastor calmed down as they left. You continued eating your popsicle, deliberately not thinking about how it looked while he relaxed into the chair with his eyes closed.

“At least they mean well, cher,” you reminded him. He cracked open one eyelid at you, clearly annoyed by everything in existence.

Just as you finished the popsicle (it did help soothe your throat) Husk walked up. “Here, this should actually help.” He held out a medicine cup, with a dose of syrupy liquid in it. “Actual medicine, none of that snake oil crap.” He also had a glass of whiskey for Alastor. “Figure you need something to take the edge off.”

“Perceptive as always Husker,” he sipped gratefully and added, “although I may need more than one of these if this keeps up.”

“I’ll keep ‘em coming boss. Better than you rip our only residents into pieces.”

Husk kept providing glasses of water for you and whiskey for your husband. You vaguely heard some metallic banging and voices from the direction of the kitchen, but nothing really distinct. Eventually Angel and Pentious returned with soup. Chicken noodle, with enough spice to clear your sinuses. The two of them regaled you with how they cooked it, each trying to claim they did more than the other.

Finally Vaggie stepped in. “Look it doesn’t matter which one you dumbasses made it if she doesn’t get to have any because you keep arguing about it. So shut up and let her eat it before it’s cold.”

“Fiiiiiiiine,” Angel leaned over to you with the bowl. “Open wide toots,” sounding way more sensual than any nurse should be.

You grabbed the bowl. “I can feed myself Angel.” Fortunately the soup was pretty good, once you could actually have it. You snuggled into your nest. “Alastor, ma cher, it’s about time for your broadcast.” The sound of a record scratching filled the room as he glared at you, then at Charlie’s group still brainstorming ways to ‘help’ you. “I’ll be fine darling. Vaggie and Husk should be able to wrangle them. I think,” you added in an undertone.

He hesitated and you waved him off with a shooing motion. “Very well cher. I’ll be back right after.” He kissed your knuckles before vanishing into his shadows.

“Y/N, Y/N! I made you tea!” Niffty skittered over with a tea set on a tray. “Merci Niffty, that’s very sweet of you.” She giggled maniacally but you were used to that. “It’s supposed to be really good for when you’re sick, ginger and honeybee!” she added just as you took a sip. You froze and managed to spit it back into the cup.

“Niffty! You’re supposed to use honey not honeybees,” Charlie exclaimed, whisking the cup away. You desperately groped for your water; Pentious realized what you needed and got the glass in your hand. You rinsed your mouth before gulping down the rest. Husk brought you a refill and you chugged that too.

Sir Pentious picked up the tiny maid. “Niffty dear, let’s go clean this up and make some fresh tea.”

“Awww and it took forever to catch all those bees,” she complained as they headed back to the kitchen. “Geez, you can’t take your eyes off her, huh?” Angel said, running a hand through his hair.

“Hey, Angel?” Surprised, he looked down at you. “Could you read for me?”

“Huh? Ya want me to…read?” You nodded. “Uh…sure, I guess. Whatcha wanna hear?”

“There’s a book on my nightstand,” you managed between coughs. Husk brought you a new dose of cough syrup. “Can you grab that?”

“You’re gonna let me into your and Al’s room?” You nodded again. “A’right, so long as Smiles doesn’t get mad at me for it.” He returned a few moments later with the book. “Dang toots, I thought my room was crazy; why d’you have a whole damn swamp in yours?”

“ ‘S a bayou. Reminds us of home,” you said drowsily. The spider demon could only shrug at that. He settled onto the couch, long legs crossed gracefully, and opened the novel to your marked page.

He faltered at first but as he continued his voice got smoother. The pitch dropped just a little and his accent became heavier. It was a bit odd to hear Agatha Christie in his voice, but that didn’t stop you from enjoying it. You ended up falling asleep, thinking you were finally hearing the real Angel.

Alastor returned once his program finished to find you still asleep in your mountain of cushions. Angel was still reading your book, silently now. He’d noticed your light snores, placed your bookmark and kept reading on his own. “Ya know Al, this thing’s pretty good,” he said as he noticed your husband’s arrival. “Your girl’s got good taste.”

“Well, I’m glad you finally noticed.” His voice woke you up; you poked your head out from under the duvet. “How are you feeling cher?”

“Mmm,” you tried to assess things. You felt slightly itchy and sweaty. “I could use a bath.”

Angel Dust immediately perked up. “Oh, Nurse Angel has that covered doll face.” At the flat no from the two of you, he only smiled wickedly. “What? I’ve got six hands,” he popped the hidden arms out, “I can scrub her down real good. And you too, tall, dark, and spooky.” He flashed his gold tooth at Alastor, who finally had enough. Your husband picked you up and after a brief moment of darkness you both appeared in your bathroom.

“Hopefully he got the hint,” you remarked as Alastor gently stripped your nightgown off.

“If not I’ll make sure to drive it home.” He drew the bath for you and lowered you into the tub. “Ah ah cher. I haven’t been able to fuss over you all day,” he scolded as you moved to soap up a sponge. “Surely you won’t deny me the chance to participate in the ‘helping others’ exercise?”

“Never darling.” So you relaxed as he stripped off his jacket, shirt, and undershirt, leaving his trousers on. You stayed passive as he cleaned all the sweat from your skin. He was gentle and thorough, caring but not sensual in his motions. As he massaged your scalp, you felt yourself getting drowsy again.

By the time he was done you were ready to crawl back in bed. “Not yet my dear, we need you dry and dressed first.” You grumbled but shook off sleep to cooperate.

When he brought you back to the main room, you found a fresh bowl of soup, a pot of actual tea, another dose of cough syrup, and your book on the table. The pillow nest and duvet had also been brought up. There was a card written in crayon on the tray of food. Get Well Soon! was on the front, along with smiley faces and rainbows. The inside had signatures from everyone (egg bois 1 through 4 and Frank included) and a message from Charlie thanking you both for your help today.

You handed the card to Alastor; he read it, smirked and set it onto your bookshelf. Unlike Angel earlier, you let him feed you spoonfuls of soup. You could drink your own damn tea though. Once the food was gone, he settled you back into your nest with a kiss to your forehead. “Bonne nuit, cher.”

That was your routine for the next few days, until Hell’s version of influenza ran its course. Just a couple days after you started feeling better though, you were awoken by deep coughs next to you. “Oh no darling.” Of course Alastor caught it. Through his bleary red eyes you could tell he was dreading the attentions of the hotel residents. “Not to worry cher, I’ll handle it.”

In a reversal of last week, you told Charlie that Alastor was sick. She was again sympathetic before getting excited. “This is great! We can review everything we learned taking care of-“

“No. No no no Charlie. Alastor is not a patient patient and even sick he’ll rip them to bits. So I’ll take care of him and you guys can help me. From outside the room. Understood?”

The princess might have insisted but Vaggie quickly spun her and slid the taller girl across the floor. “Yup, last week was stressful enough, I’m not pushing our luck again. C’mon sweetie, let’s get started on the soup.”

Satisfied you returned to your suite and let your husband know the situation. “Merci, mon petit coeur,” he managed before a coughing fit kicked off. You rubbed his back. “It’s the least I can do darling.”

A/N: Happy Valentines Day readers and especially to my fellow acespecs! 💜🤍🩶🖤

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lowkeychenle · 10 months

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Chilled Nights, Fogged Windows [ZCL] (M)

Description: After being gone for weeks, the first thing Chenle wants to do is get ice cream with you. One thing leads to another, and suddenly, you're in the backseat (oooops).

Genre: Smut (established relationship AU)

(if anyone hasn't figured it out yet, this blog will mostly be Jaemin and Chenle unless I receive requests because they're my top two lolll)

Content Warnings: Explicit unprotected sex (Don't Do This LOL), car sex, public? ish sex i guessss, Chenle's a bit of a meanie but we like meanies in this house so

Word Count: 1,674

Pairing: Zhong Chenle x Reader

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Chenle wanted ice cream.

And since it’s the first time you’ve seen him in weeks, you didn’t dare deny the man. He insists on driving and not notifying his managers of leaving, which means it’s almost like a real date. At nearly 10 o’clock at night.

“Do you know how to drive?” you hiss at him when he swerves.

He glares at you for a brief second. “Yeah, I know how to drive.”

You lean back in your seat, holding onto the handle bar above your head and praying you didn’t make the wrong decision by giving him the keys. Although it’s dark outside, you take a moment to admire how he looks. You ache to trace along his cheekbones and his jawline, but you’ll have to wait. Going weeks without seeing him is awful, but knowing he had fun on tour is enough to get you through it.

You have to go inside by yourself to get the ice cream. It’s one thing to leave without his manager, and it’s another to have him alone in public with you. You’d hate to be the reason behind rumors, so you run in on your own.

The SUV is so large, you have to climb into the passenger seat to get back in the car. Chenle laughs at your struggle, reaching over to grab your arm and steady you.

“Still can’t handle big things, huh?” He grins as you hand him his ice cream.

“I wouldn’t know.” You lean back against the seat and grab your spoon.

“Rude.” Chenle takes a bite, his eyes fluttering shut. “God, this was a good idea.”

“I can’t believe this was the first thing you wanted to do. You didn’t eat any ice cream on tour?” You raise an eyebrow at him.

“I did. But you like it, too. I figured you would say something if you wanted to do something else.” He pauses. “Is this not what you wanted?”

“No, it’s not that.” You wave him off. When you finally eat your ice cream, you let out a groan with the spoon in your mouth.

Chenle’s lips part as he runs his fingers through his hair. “Don’t make that sound right now.”

You do it again, dragging it out and staring at him. He scoffs. Before you know it, he’s putting his container up on the dash and unbuckling his seatbelt.

“Oh okay, so you wanna be fucked. Get in the backseat.” He stares at you expectantly, pointing back with his thumb.

Your eyes widen. “Oh my God, what?”

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it? You haven’t seen me in weeks and you want dick. No problem. I’ll give it to you.”

Much to your surprise, he actually makes his way back there and sits in the middle with his legs spread enough for you to fit between them. He pats his knee.

“Well?”

You’d be lying if you said this side of Chenle didn’t do things to you. Clenching your thighs together, you hesitate.

“Chenle, we’re in public—”

“The windows are so tinted, I can’t even see out of them. We’ll be alright. Come here and get what you’ve been wanting the whole time I’ve been gone.”

With a sigh, you crawl back with him, allowing him to help you over the center console. You end up on your knees in front of him, glancing up at him nervously.

“If someone sees—”

“That big ass mouth of yours has plenty of other purposes,” he says, fingers tangling in your hair. “Why don’t you show me how much you missed me?”

His words seem to flip a switch in you. You reach for the button on his jeans, practically ripping them down his legs. He lifts up a bit to aid you, and within mere moments, your mouth is watering at the sight of him hardening in front of you. You wrap your hand around him, jerking him slowly until he’s fully hard.

“C’mon,” he says, pushing you forward. “Show me.”

You wrap your lips around the tip, swirling your tongue. He curses quietly, gently thrusting upward.

“Holy shit, your mouth is cold.” Chenle gasps and shifts beneath you.

You release him from your mouth and look up at him. “I was going to warn you, but then you told me to shut my big ass mouth, so.”

“You’ll warm up as you go.” He grins.

You dip back down and take him between your lips. He inhales sharply, letting out a shaky exhale.

“This was your plan the whole time, huh?” he asks, tightening his grip on you when you hollow your cheeks. “You wore that skirt so it’d be easy for me to fuck you, didn’t you?”

His words alone have you moaning around him, and you take him as far into your mouth as you can. Tears spring in your eyes when he hits the back, but it does little to bother you.You wish you could glance up at him, imagining the pleasure written across his face..

The wetness between your legs is becoming almost too much to bear, so while you bob your head on him, you move your hand down your body.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” he growls.

You whine around him but listen, knowing better than to disobey him at a time like this.

“Stop,” Chenle says, gripping your hair so hard it feels like he may pull it out. He yanks your mouth off his member, giving you a moment to wipe the spit off.

“You didn’t finish.”

“Take your panties off and come here.”

You missed him. There’s no denying it. And there’s something about the first night he’s back after a while of not seeing him, because he always turns into this—commanding and rough. You love it. Everything about it unlocks new parts of you even you didn’t know existed.

You shove your panties down and crawl over his lap. Your skirt covers everything, so even if someone did look in, they probably wouldn’t be able to tell what’s happening…at least not at first. His hand trails beneath the fabric, between your legs, and along your entrance.

“You’re so bad,” he whispers. “So wet for me in public.”

He lines himself up, his other fingers digging into your hip.

“Can I?”

You nod. “Please.”

Without another word, he pulls you down until he’s completely seated inside you. His head falls back against the seat and you cry out, grabbing onto the front of his T-shirt. It takes you a moment to adjust to his size, but once you feel pleasure tingling along your spine, you start moving.

He guides you up and down, eyebrows furrowing deeply as he tries his best to control himself. You kiss him, moaning into his mouth as you bounce on top of him. He thrusts upward to match you.

“What if someone sees?” you whimper.

“Baby, who cares? Whatever you do, don’t fucking stop.”

“What if it’s the cops?”

He rolls his eyes, gently smacking your ass. “I’m balls deep in you right now. May as well enjoy it since it’s too late to worry. Just focus on me.”

Once again, he reaches beneath your skirt and between your thighs to find your clit. He rubs confident circles, making your hips buck at the feeling.

“You’re soaked.” He wets his lips. “I need to taste you when we get back.”

You can’t say anything. Any time you open your mouth, a moan spills out instead. The knot in your stomach starts to unravel, and your hand slams into the window to keep yourself going. You bounce faster on him, relishing in the sound of his moans and whines as he gets closer to the edge.

The pleasure turns your vision white, your body moving wildly on its own accord as Chenle keeps you at a steady pace. You cry out, digging your nails into his shoulder. He curses again, suddenly, yanking you down until you’re flush against him. Pulling you into an earth-shattering kiss, he finishes buried deep inside you. His tongue dances with yours. The sweet taste of vanilla still lingers, sending a shiver down your spine.

Your chests heave in sync as you weakly hold onto him. His lips work magic on yours, much softer and sweeter now.

“You never cease to amaze me.” He laughs, out of breath.

“You’re not allowed to leave me for that long again,” you say, resting your forehead on his. “Worst few weeks of my life.”

“You’ll just have to come with me next time, then.” Chenle rubs his hand up and down your back. “If that’s what you want.”

“Are you admitting you missed me, too?” You grin at him, running your fingers through his hair.

“Oh, I still miss you,” he replies. “Miss you so much, I’m gonna be hard all over again by the time we get back to your place.”

“Gross.” You crinkle your nose. “Don’t say that to me.”

“First of all, you started this.” He gestures between the two of you. “That sound should not come from your mouth unless it’s because of me.”

You gently smack his chest as you lift off of him, sighing at the loss of him inside you. Grabbing your panties, you awkwardly get them back on while Chenle situates himself back into his pants.

“Look at you, jealous over ice cream.” You giggle, climbing back into the front seat.

“Wow, really?” He feigns surprise. “You don’t want to hang out back here with me for a little bit?”

“Considering the mess between my legs, I think we should go home.” You give him a stern look, and a proud smile spreads across his face.

“My favorite kind of mess.”

“Ew, you’re gross.” You point to the front seat. “Now drive us home so you can clean it up.”

“Yep, move over.”

As he settles, he glances over at you.

“Love you.” He beams, starting the car.

You roll your eyes, biting back a grin of your own. “Love you, too, loser. Drive.”

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feyhunter78 · 4 months

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Chapter Sixteen - You're awake and feeling a bit sick, luckily Miguel is there to take care of you, but why did you fall sick in the first place?

Ch 17

You wake up freezing, fatigued, and to the smell of fragrant beef and soft singing. It’s a Spanish song, one you’ve heard playing dozens of times in Mama Rosa’s, but you don’t recognize the voice. Did you leave the TV on or—fuck, is someone in your apartment? You’re in pajamas, throw blanket over your body, phone plugged into the charger and—and you’re not wearing any underwear.

The singing stops, and you freeze, should you pretend to be asleep? Try to grab your phone and dash to the bathroom to call 911?

“Y/N? Are you awake?” Miguel’s voice floats down the hallways, calm, unhurried, and the tension leaves your body.

“Yeah, yeah, sorry, give me a second.” You call back, wrapping your blanket around yourself as you grab clothes to change into. You can’t just walk out into your kitchen half naked, not with Miguel in there. Though the thought is tempting.

“No rush, you were pretty tired, I think you might be getting sick.” He says.

He’s a sight to see, the expanse of his broad back, sunkissed skin littered with small scars, muscles taut, flexing as he sections off a large pot of stew into your colorful Tupperware.

Is it cheesy to say he takes your breath away? It definitely is, but when he turns to face you, warm brown eyes filled with concern, you don’t really care.

“My sister-in-law’s recipe, guaranteed to help you regain your strength.” He says, holding a large wooden spoon towards you. There’s a faint wisp of steam rising from it, and you lean forward, blowing lightly on the stew before taking a small bite.

Miguel’s eyes follow every movement of your lips, waiting expectantly.

“Wow…this is really good.” You say, it’s a perfect harmony of meat and spices, a hint of tomato, a dash of bay leaf, and the warmth of the broth banishes any leftover chill from your bones.

He smiles and puts the lids on the Tupperware before popping them in your fridge. “I’m glad you like it.”

You fiddle with the ends of your shirt—Miguel’s shirt you realize, eyes cast down, nerves overtaking you. “Did we…we didn’t do anything last night, right?”

He shakes his head. “No, we were in the elevator…kissing…and then you collapsed. I carried you back here and laid you on your bed. Once I was sure you weren’t going to die, I came out here to make you something to eat.”

“Ah, okay, well that’s not super embarrassing or anything.” You slide onto one of your bar stools, resting your arms on the faux marble counter, before resting your head on your arms as you watched Miguel move around your small kitchen. It barely had room for two people to be in it at one time, and with Miguel’s size? Yeah, sitting at the bar is a better idea.

The marble is cool against your skin, and Miguel places a steaming bowl of stew before you. “It’s not embarrassing.”

“Says you.” You can’t help but be embarrassed, you’ve dragged him through so much, and then you pass out while kissing him? And now you’re here, sick, tired, and he’s making you a whole meal in your own kitchen.

You’re just asking a lot of me here, y/n, and I’m not even getting anything in return. Todd’s words echo in your mind, and you bite the inside of your cheek.

“I’m sorry I’m such a mess, I feel so bad that you had to do all this for me, I’ll be fine if you want to go home, seriously.” You stare into your bowl, stirring it slowly.

Warm brown skin invades your peripheral vision, accompanied by Miguel’s voice that’s somehow warmer than the soup in your hands. “I want to be here, with you.”

“I don’t want to be a bur—”

“You’re not.” He cuts you off. “You’re not a burden y/n, you’ve never been a burden, not to me.”

You blink rapidly as your vision swims, salty tears threatening to burst forth. “You’re sweet.”

“It’s easy to be sweet to you, it’s easy to be with you, even when you’re passed out.”

You shoot him a look, and he chuckles, raising his hands in surrender. “Sorry, sorry, that sounded creepy. I just meant that I never tire of you. Even when you’re not talking, or sleeping, or just working next to me, I never find myself wishing I was somewhere else, or with someone else, I’m always happy to be with you.”

“Shut up…” You whine, trying not to cry into your stew. “That’s like the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

He crooks your head up with one finger, cooing softly when he sees the tears on your lashes. “It’s true y/n, I’m never bored of you, and I don’t think I ever will be.”

Weird way to propose but yes. You joke to yourself internally, biting back a smile. “I’m never bored with you, either.”

A wave of dizziness comes over you, and you squeeze your eyes shut, eyebrows furrowing as you lean into his touch.

“Eat, you’ll feel better soon.” Miguel urges, smoothing his large hand over your hair and down your back soothingly.

You finally get Miguel to leave hours later after you’ve eaten your fill and are no longer shivering. He presses your palm to his lips, make you swear to call him if you feel faint again, and you watch him walk away.

Once you shut the door, you lock it and sprint to your room, closing the door behind you and sitting down in your rolling office chair. You tap your nails on your cream-colored desk, laptop whirling softly as your fingers hover over the keyboard. Finally, you pull up your browser, the empty search bar staring at you expectantly.

You remember now, the feel of his teeth in your skin, the rush of blood, how you were helpless against his strength, how the pain faded into unexplainable pleasure. Miguel has always been odd, and yeah you saw him necking with Cheryl, which definitely could’ve been him…drinking her blood? Was it a kink thing? Was he secretly a serial killer playing the long con?

You vaguely remember the feel of his lips dancing across your skin, his hips against yours as you slept. Should you have been afraid of him then? You’ve never been afraid of Miguel, maybe a little intimidated by how attractive he was, but never afraid.

Hot man, never eats, bites necks, talks fancy, family in Romania? You typed, feeling stupid even as you did it.

A variety of random things came up, and you deleted your search, trying to refine it.

Handsome, Romania, mesmerizing eyes, bites neck, never eats regular food?

Is My Boyfriend a Vampire? Was one of the first things that popped up, and you pushed away from your desk. “Fuck this.”

You get up, shaking your head as you pace around your room. “There’s no way, there’s no way, vampires aren’t even real, that girl is probably just crazy.”

But curiosity killed the cat, and you return to your laptop, skimming the article, then another, then another, until you’re on a Wikipedia deep dive and your stomach churns uncomfortably.

Is Miguel a vampire???? No, no, you’ve seen him out in the sun, you’ve seen him wear a cross…actually no you haven’t seen him wear a cross, and he avoids Gladys who does wear one. But you’ve definitely seen him in the sun! He has beach photos; he came to the company picnic!

You type, can vampires be in the sun, into your search bar. Daywalkers, Cullens, Sunblessed there are dozens of names for them, it’s apparently possible, some vampires can be in the sunlight. Slumping back in your chair you run your hands down your face, memories of his weight, of his skin against yours as you lay half-conscious rising to the top, no longer content to be ignored.

You saw him in your dream, dressed in dark trousers, with a slightly worn evening coat, half off his shoulders, the buttons on his waistcoat undone revealing a thin linen shirt that you longed to tear off him. His hair was perfectly coiffed, his ascot still knotted with your fingers around the knot, using it to pull him closer with an animalistic hunger. It felt so familiar, you could smell the sweet scent of tobacco on his clothes, see his pulse pounding in his throat, hear his silken voice moaning your name over and over again.

You cup the side of your neck, anxious, mind going a million miles an hour, and your fingertips catch on the still healing puncture wound in your neck. They come away slightly bloody, and you shiver. Blood didn’t scare you; you were an M.E. for goodness sakes but the sight of two pinpricks, crimson and fresh chilled you to the bone.

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widowshaze · 1 year

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ceilings | w. maximoff

pairing: wanda maximoff x fem!reader

summary: sometimes we’re betting off in our dreams than in reality.

warnings: fluff, brief mentions of smut, and angst

word count: 1.1k

authors note: i wrote this in 30 minutes and just needed to post it, i haven’t written in ages so i’m so sorry if it’s shit. fell off the face of the earth for a bit, had to be an adult. but sometimes when you get the urge to write, you have to. plus, i’ve missed writing a lot, so i hope you enjoy, i hope it’s okay, thank you for still being here if you are, ily 🫶🏼 (p.s. sorry if there’s any typos, i did not have time to proofread)

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Your feet were up in the dash as you sat in the car with your best friend.

The same best friend that you’ve been in love with for years, but you’d never tell her that.

The rain pelted down on the roof of the car as you sat in a comfortable silence, the radio playing softly in the background. You glanced a look over at her, her head was leaned back against the headrest, waves of her brown hair fanning across her shoulders and the seat.

You gave her a soft smile as she turned to look at you, and she gave one back, one that sent butterflies through your stomach.

Her once breathtaking smile turned into a devious grin as she opened her door and stepped out of the car, her arms opening as she leaned her head back and laughed as the rain began to soak through her clothing.

“What are you doing?” You shouted at her as you followed her action, getting out of the car and making your way over to her, she fixed her gaze on you, and smiled as she said, “living my life since there’s only one to live.”

You pondered on her words for a moment as you stood there, the rain seeping through your clothes, you could feel the wetness seeping between your toes and you almost had the right mind to shove her back into the car. But as you stood there and watched her, as she began to run around the empty parking lot, yelling your name as she encouraged her to join you, you came to the realization that you didn’t care if you were soaked, or that your shoes were full of water, you were beyond grateful to be spending this moment in time with her.

So you ran to her, and you embraced her in a hug as you two danced around in the rain, but what once was the time of your life ended almost too quickly as a quick text from her mom signaled that it was time for the two of you to return home.

The drive home was quiet, both of you quivering with chills, the seats in her car now soaked from your clothes, but you sat and looked out the window with a smile on your face as you recounted the night you had, and how you wanted it to happen again, and again.

You turned to her, ready to confess what you’ve always wanted to, she met your gaze for a second before turning back to the road, “yes y/n?” Your throat closes, and your sudden confidence just mere seconds ago diminished and you shook your head slightly, “it’s nothing.” You mustered out and turned back to look out the window

A cold hand came over and touched yours, slender fingers entwined with your own, as you sucked in a shallow breath and tried to control your rapidly beating heart. “Are you sure?” She questioned one more time, this time you turned to her with a soft smile, and a nod of reassurance. “Yes Wands, it’s okay, nothing to stress about.”

She smiled at you and squeezed your hand before pulling her own away, and you tried to hide the hurt in your face at the loss of warmth that her hand was bringing you.

Your house came into view far too quickly than you would’ve liked, and you pouted slightly at the thought the night was over. Wanda parked the car as she turned her body towards you, holding her arms out for a hug, one that you quickly reciprocated as you wrapped your arms around her waist and gave her the bust hug you possibly could.

“Thank you for tonight Wands, I had-” but you were cut off before you could finish your sentence, the softest lips pressing against your own, silencing the words that wanted to fall from your mouth. You tried to reciprocate the kiss, but as quick as her lips were on your own, they just as quickly left.

You sat there, dumbfounded at what just happened, Wanda whispered a sweet “goodnight y/n” in your ear, and you swore your body worked on pure muscle memory as you got out of the car and stood on the sidewalk in front of your house, watching as her car disappeared down the street, your brain still trying to process what had happened.

You went to bed with a smile on your face that night.

A few days had passed, and you found yourself over at her place, your body’s tangled together under a plethora of blankets, naked bodies pressed against each other as you held each other close.

Her hand came up to draw a soft line down your face before tangling itself in your hair, pulling you in for another kiss, one of the many that were shared that night. No words were spoken as her kisses trailed down your neck, and her body suddenly disappeared underneath the bed sheets.

It was you that had your fingers tangled in her hair as she touched you the way no one else has before. The only sounds emitting in the room were the quiet moans that you let slip past your lips.

She crawled her way back up your body as she finished, her body resting on yours as she kissed you with more passion this time, her tongue swiping across your bottom lip, begging for entrance, entrance that you happily allowed, and the whine that you let out couldn’t be contained as you got a taste of yourself on her tongue.

She pulled away when breathing was necessary, and gazed down at you with nothing but love in her eyes, and those three words that sat in the tip of your tongue, begging to be spoken never came out, you didn’t want to ruin the moment.

Before you knew it, your time together was over and she was driving you home again, this time, her hand remained intertwined with yours in your lap as she drove you home.

As the car came to a still, and you looked over at her, those three words finally escaped, “I love you.” You breathed out, and she stared at you, for what felt like forever before grabbing you by the collar of your shirt and pulling you in for a kiss.

And just when you thought she was going to say those three words back to you, a honk echoed in the background and you were snapped out of your thoughts. You looked up and noticed the green light, you pressed gently down on the gas.

But it’s not real, and she doesn’t exist, and you truly, you can’t ever remember the last time you were properly kissed. It hits you, when you’re in your car, that the love shared between the two of you never existed, and it never would.

Tears prickle in your eyes and your quick to wipe them away before they dare fall down your face, and you’re left alone in your car, the place you once thought would be the beginning of forever.

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planetpiastri · 1 year

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💝+ a kiss on the cheek that turns into a kiss on the lips from the a hundred different kisses with bob?🤍

im a big dumby and have had this sitting half-written in my drafts for like a week!! anyways i think this is so sweet and so cute and i hope u enjoy<3 | [wc - 0.8k]

The night air was cold, but you hardly noticed. Bob was warm, and as you hooked your arm through his and intertwined your fingers, heat flared through you, fighting off the chill of the evening.

While tonight might have only been your third date, it felt like you’d been together for ages now. Things had progressed naturally and gradually with Bob, and in the six months since you’d met him, you’d never stopped getting butterflies when he so much as brushed his hand against yours. You could hardly believe he seemed to feel the same for you that you felt for him.

There was just one problem: he hadn’t kissed you yet.

You didn’t mind taking things slow with Bob. In fact, you thought it was pretty sweet. On your first date he had told you earnestly, “I want it to be special,” and you trusted him. With other guys you might have worried that there was some other reason they were holding back, but with Bob you didn’t have to worry about those silly insecurities. It was nice, and it was refreshing.

But you also really, really wanted to kiss him.

Actually, strike that—you really, really, really wanted him to kiss you.

All these thoughts and more raced through your mind as you left the mini golf course and began to cross the parking lot back to Bob’s car, and you were still lost in thought as he pulled out and merged onto the highway back towards home.

He turned on the radio and reached over, lacing your fingers together, and you smiled. It pulled you back into the present moment, and you were alarmed by how much you liked this man. But then his tongue darted out to wet his lips, and you were right back to that same train of thought as before.

When he pulled up outside your apartment, he turned the radio down and said, “I know you have an early morning tomorrow. I had a lot of fun tonight, though.”

“Hm,” you said, distracted.

He squeezed your hand, his smile nervous and curious. “You okay? You’ve seemed a world away since you beat me at mini golf.”

What were you doing? You were in a car with a beautiful boy who cared deeply about you—so deeply about you that he wanted you to have the perfect rom-com moment you’d dreamed of since you were a little kid. And here you were, moping about it.

You squeezed his hand back and smiled reassuringly. “Sorry. Just thinking about tomorrow. I’m sorry I have to go so early, but I’d love to see you this weekend.”

His eyes crinkled when he smiled. You loved that about him. “I’d really like that.”

“Okay. Okay, bye, Bob.” You squeezed his hand again—god, you wanted to kiss him so bad—before opening your passenger door and getting out. You paused there on the sidewalk for a moment.

Oh, what the hell?

You dashed around the hood of Bob’s car, stopping at his driver’s side door and gesturing for him to roll the window down. When he did, you said, “Sorry. I just—I had a lot of fun tonight. I wanted to say thank you.”

“Oh. You’re welcome.”

And his tongue darted out to wet his lips again.

If he was going to do it, now was the moment. You met his eyes, feeling drawn deeply into them. His fingers fidgeted on the steering wheel. Goosebumps prickled your legs.

And he didn’t kiss you.

With a sigh, you reached out to gently cup his cheek. You orchestrated every moment, hoping and praying that you weren’t about to find out that he actually was holding back for those other reasons. But his cheek was warm, and he leaned into your touch as you tipped through the window and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek.

The words ‘Bye, Bob’ died on your lips as his hand came up to cup your jaw, and as you began to pull away again, he turned his head and captured your mouth with his.

It was fireworks; it was a roller coaster; it was the beach at sunset; it was a run through an airport; it was the special moment you had both been waiting for. It was quite possibly the best kiss ever recorded in history.

He pulled away with a soft gasp and breathed, “I couldn’t wait any more.”

In reply, you wrapped your hands around the back of his neck and kissed him again. He made a soft, happy sound in the back of his throat, drawing a smile onto your face even as your mouth moved against his.

You pulled away, pressing another quick kiss to his cheek before withdrawing from the window, glad to see your own unshakable smile mirrored on his face. Now, finally, you said, “Bye, Bob.”

“Good night,” he whispered.

You forced yourself not to look over your shoulder as you walked up to your apartment, turned the key in the lock, and slipped inside. Your heart pounded in your chest as you pressed your back against the closed front door, letting your eyes fall shut blissfully.

Okay, so maybe three dates was the perfect amount of time to wait for a first kiss.

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madstwd · 2 years

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Darkness that Surrounds us

Daryl x GN!Reader

Words: 1.3k

Season: 7

Warnings: Nightmares/night terrors, Strangulation, Trauma

Request: "hey!! can you write a daryl x reader where daryl and her have been together since the prison and when he escaped from the sanctuary they went home (carol shares a house with them) and they went to sleep and daryl has a nightmare (maybe like he was fighting negan of whatever) and he chokes the reader (thinking it was negan bc he’s still dreaming) and carol walked in and pulled him off her and she ran to the bathroom to cool off and rosita came over (her bsf) and helped her calm down and she went out to see daryl and she wasn’t mad at him at all and she was trying to comfort him and he was mad at himself and scared to touch her bc he didn’t want to hurt her again and like he felt like he was becoming his dad or something. idk if it’s too dark but like it’s like that one episode in greys anatomy w owen and christina (5.19)"

Thank you anon for requesting this! thank you all for the support and love recently. Requests are still open, now for TWD, Stranger Things, RDR2, The Last of US!

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Nights like this didn't happen often, you laid awake staring at the ceiling listening to his whimpers. He refused help from you, often grunting and walking away when you would ask. There was a cold chill in the air but you could barely feel it, your heart beating loudly as he started to fidget. “Daryl-” you spoke softly into the dark room. As usual there was no response, his feet began moving instead, twitching against the sheet that trapped him down in his sleep. His whimpers became clearer, begging for it to stop. The pain he shrugged off from being kidnapped by Negan, from being stripped away from you. His hands clenched and unclenched from beside you grasping the sheets with force. He was fighting something, you slowly sat up, hoping to help him release the iron grip he had on the linen that surrounded him. Your hands ghosted his cheek, feeling the sweat that was dripping from his brow line. You held onto his bicep, gripping it firmly as you shook him gently. His whimpers got louder the more you touched him, you were scared, unsure if waking him was a good idea. You didn't have the chance to think about what to do, his eyes snapped open, his hands fighting their way to pin you down. Your eyes widened with fear as you watched his well built frame tower over you, his hands on your throat as he growled at you. “Leave me alone,” he said. You tapped his arms desperately but he kept squeezing.

“Daryl-” you squeaked, you could feel your body start to tingle, you conscious slowly slipping. You scratched at his arms, cried, the tears dripping down your face onto the pillow behind you. “Daryl…I cant breath…please” you cried more desperately. You watched as he blinked, his hands loosening from you as he scanned your face. The terrified look imprinted into his memories, adding to the collection of trauma Negan had given him. Becoming the monster he most often felt like. He stood, scrambling away from you as you gasped for air, the harsh breaths hurt less than watching him cower away from you. “Daryl… im okay please don't go”

The man shook his head, muttering to himself. Slipping into the disguised clothing that was spread around the room, his feet moving quickly to leave. His stomps were heard throughout the house. You stood up, attempted to put on a pair of leggings, your hands shaking making it difficult to pull them up, as you dashed towards the stairs, your cries heard throughout the house.

“y/n?” carol called out, you spun, looking at the woman who sleepily exited her room towards you, her feet shuffling along the carpet. “Carol he- he left, he was having a nightmare and got me. Get him back please, it's not his fault.”

Carol looked at your face, the redness around your neck imprinting his fingers there. She nodded, running back to her room more awake. “Are you okay?” she said, sitting next to you as she put on her boots. You shook your head, your hands ghosting the mark left on your neck. “Just find him please…he can't be on his own”

“ What about you?” “I’ll wake up rosita..stay in her room for the night”

Carol nodded, hugging you briefly before she searched for her broken friend. You heard her shut the door, the lock echoing through the house. You whimpered, waiting on the steps for their return, your silent cries turning into sobs as you thought about the unspoken pain he went through. Remembering how broken and weak he was when he grasped at you, holding you like he would be ripped away again.

The first night was the worst, hearing his heart beating loudly as he laid still, the two of you awake listening to the others breathing that filled the room softly. “Hey love, come here” rostia spoke, her hands grasping your shoulders bringing you out of your trance. You looked at her lost and broken, tear streams on your cheeks matching the redness around your neck. “He-he’s”

“I know, come lay with me please” she said, her soft hands bringing you to her room. You gingerly sat on the bed unable to sleep. She sat next to you, still holding your hand gently. You turned to look at her, she waited for you to come to your senses before you finally pulled her into a hug. She grasped you tightly, stroking her hands through your hair as you sobbed. Finally realising that what negan did wasn't just hard on him, but also on you. As you tried to hold yourself together for him, regretting the look of fear you had as you stared up at him. You heard the front door click again, both of you stayed still as you tried to listen to the muted mumbling from the stairwell.

“Daryl, she's fine, I told you this” Carol said. Daryl grunted stomping his way upstairs, you knew he was angry and ashamed of himself. For a split second seeing himself like his father. He sat on the bed, the covers that kept you both warm spewed all over the bed and floor. He stared at the ground, “where is she?” he asked, his voice soft and cracked. “Rostias room” Carol responded from the doorway. Daryl nodded, “is-is it bad?” he spoke.

“Don't do this-”

“Is it?”

Carol sighed, she looked at her broken friend. One that has been through so much trying to protect the ones he loves. His self deprecating manner beating himself up at every mistake he apparently made. “Daryl” you croaked from behind Carol, startling the woman. You softly apologised before squeezing past her. Giving her a hug and thank you as you ushered her out of the room. The door clicked shut behind you, trapping you and your beloved in the room filled only by the moonlight that shone through the open window. He watched as your shadow enlarged on the floor as you approached, sitting next to him. The two of you sat next to each other listening to the breathing of the other. Your thighs, touching. You waited for him to talk, your fingers fidgeting in your lap. “I-I’m sorry” he muttered so quietly you were surprised you even heard it. You turned towards him, lifting one leg onto the bed as you faced him. His head slowly lifted to look at you, the ‘damage’ he had done to you. He whimpered at the sight of it. “i - didn't mean to”

“I know, i should have woken you up better”

“It's not your fault, I shouldn't have reacted like that.”

“You're wrong. He did this. He hurt you so much he left you like this”

“Broken.”

“ but repairable if you let me in, don't shut me out more, not after this please love” you said. Coaxing him towards your body. Daryl didn’t respond. His head falling on your shoulder, following you as you guided him as you laid back. Your fingers tangle in his hair, holding his head in place. You could feel his tears on your shoulder. “He hurt you, he hurt all of us. He did this.” you whispered. You felt him softly nod on your shoulder as you comforted him. Your arms becoming his blanket, the shame washing away as you hold him. “No one should treat people like that, I don’t know who he thinks he's messing with, but I do. He’s messing with my partner. The one that comes back no matter what. My protector”

“But I hurt you. I did, by my hands”

“It’s okay, I'm okay. You can help me heal and i'll help you”

Both of you held each other tightly, fear that you would slip away again if you didn’t. Neither

slept like the first night he was home. Content with listening to the breathing of the other as the soft glow of the sun peeked through the window. Replacing the darkness that surrounded you both.

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ikemenomegas · 6 months

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Trick or treat! Happy Halloween Io! I don't know how this works but I'm dressing up as Naruto so please give lots of candy 😁✌

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all the candy anon!! that sounds super cute, how about a naruto shaped treat?! Happy Halloween 🎃

When you went out with Naruto and the rest of the Konoha rookies, you had come armed with a little water bottle in your pillowcase, and the gratitude that each house you came to would be giving you snacks that would keep you going as long as the higher energy members of the crew could.

As the evening wore on, you'd lost your friends, one by one, to the night. Lee, surprisingly, had been the first to bail, citing an extra special Spook Night Run with Guy-sensei. Hinata had left with Neji for some kind of fancy function in a nice restaurant downtown.

And so it had gone. Ino, left to take her turn managing her family's festival booth, Choji and Shikamaru with her to pursue late night eats. Kiba and Shino had dashed off somewhere, bugs either chasing the dog or the other way around, you couldn't quite tell, but it seemed the quietest of your classmates was in high spirits with the fresh chill in the air.

Now, even Sakura was heading home since Itachi had come to fetch Sasuke back before their father's curfew.

"Are you sure you two will be okay?" she asked, as you and Naruto committed to getting a few more handfuls of candy into your bags.

"Sure, Sakura!" Naruto beamed. You nodded, warmed still by Naruto's enthusiasm.

"I'll see you for training tomorrow then, make sure to get some sleep," Sakura said, sounding a little tired as she waved and then turned back in the direction of her home.

Once Sakura had left, Naruto turned to you with a grin that made the whisker marks on his cheeks crinkle up. He rubbed his hands together.

"I guess it's just you and me now. Are you ready for the ultimate test of Halloween courage?"

You blinked at Naruto. "I guess."

Naruto flopped over and then straightened, gripping your shoulders. "You guess??"

"Sure," you smiled, his enthusiasm was bolstering your own flagging energy.

He shook your shoulders. "Come on," he groaned. "You have to have a little enthusiasm to beat the best kept secret obstacle course in Konoha. Kakashi-sensei was telling me about it. Apparently even he's never beat it."

You tilted your head. A training course even Kakashi-sensei hadn't defeated, impossible.

Naruto saw your skepticism and pulled you closer. You felt your chest warm. "And apparently the reward if you get through it? Free bowls at Ichiraku. And there's no limit on how many team members you can bring. It's too bad that there's only two but I think we can take it, right!"

A smile spread across your mouth. "Okay!"

Naruto sighed.

"I mean, yes, of course!"

Naruto cheered. "That right! Let's go."

You stared, nonplussed, and laughed at the dilapidated building on top of a small hill in one of Konoha's many green spaces. "Um... Naruto, are you sure no one's ever beaten it because the requirement is that you don't get tetanus during the obstacle course..."

Naruto looked up at the building, fingers on his chin. He picked up some cardboard kunai from a new looking table sitting beside the gate. Then he pressed his foot down on a patch of dirt. A silhouette sprang from the overgrown brambles and fell back down once Naruto peppered it with a few kunai, which thumped off. Of course, this was a ninja village, it should have a ninja Halloween decorations.

"Take some of these. I think we use the items given to us to get through the course."

You picked up some of the cardboard kunai, they were kind of cute , painted to be sort of cartoonish. "Alright, let's do it."

It was not difficult at first, but as you and Naruto worked your way through the overgrown gardens circling in a maze around the house, and then through the rooms and courtyards, you felt yourself get jumpy, and Naruto was too. There were strange sounds in the undergrowth, tripwires, secret doors, swooping, dusty sheets that fell from the ceiling, and mannequins that toppled from the closet.

It was a masterclass in traps, misdirection, and was truly testing the endurance of you and Naruto. You panted as you used an improvised bo-staff made from a mop handle to knock the fresh pumpkin head off of a scarecrow, and slumped over, your heart beating far too fast.

There was another rustle in the bushes. "Did you hear that?" you whispered to Naruto.

He jumped back to back with you, a set of cardboard spiked knuckles clutched in his fist. "Yeah. What do you think it is? Another paper ghost? Maybe those flaming tea bags again."

The rustling came again, from a direction slightly to the left.

You threw a paper kunai and the rustling stopped, and was now behind you. Naruto punched out at the air.

Then nothing.

You traded a glance with your companion, and then the two of you gradually stepped apart to test to pull on the next sliding door of the creaky house.

There was a crack. You looked around frantically and Naruto crouched, ready to spring. Another crack.

Then a CRASH and a section of the ceiling fell in, along with a screeching, furious ball of fur. A dark colored cat fell clawing among the debris of broken wood.

But it had surprised both you and Naruto and he bumped your shoulder, so you bumped the doorway, and another panel to the left sprang open to reveal a humanoid thing draped in tattered canvas swinging towards you.

You shrieked, and then so did Naruto, jumping into your arms as a second skeletal structure sprang up from the floor and rattled towards you.

Forget the tools.

You picked up Naruto and ran.

The other obstacles seemed to blur before your eyes as you and Naruto simply outran them, tears from the speed of the wind streaming from your eyes.

The two of you crashed through a red-painted door, and screamed again as someone else did the same.

A tall figure with disheveled silver hair was draped in a white cloth with red circles painted on it. One arm was poised to cover his face.

"Kakashi-sensei?" both you and Naruto panted.

You're sensei's voice came as the figure struck a pose, arm lifted. "How did you make it here?"

You and Naruto looked at one another and then back through the door. You could still see a few bristling traps bobbing on springs or dangling on string, their momentum lost.

"I thought you said you'd never beaten this place," Naruto points from your arms, accusing, while you say, "We ran very fast."

Kakashi-sensei readjusts something over his face and when he drops his arm, his mask is back in place. "I don't need to beat it if I make it." His eyes are smiling, and you suddenly feel like you've been tricked into training.

"Even the cat?" Naruto asks.

"No, there aren't any cats," Kakashi says, and then he sighs, in a thunderous way you vaguely remember from the bell test.

"Wait, wait!" Naruto flails, almost smacking you in the eye. "Trick or treat!?"

Kakashi-sensei smiles with his eyes and then deflates and holds up two meal tickets to Naruto's favorite ramen place. "Yes, yes fine."

Naruto cheers, stuffing one into his bag, which had miraculously survived the journey through the house, and yours, which he had with his in his arms.

Kakashi-sensei gave you a knowing look though, and you felt your neck and cheeks heat. It didn't stop you from carrying a chattering Naruto out of the house and back down the hill.

#naruto #uzumaki naruto x reader #happy halloween #halloween treats #ask answered #ask box games

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kissoflightning · 5 months

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A Long Way Down

KissOfLightning

Summary:

What were Chris Miller & Gavin Reed up to that night after Hank & Connor took over the investigation at Eden Club?

Rating:

Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning:

No Archive Warnings Apply

Category:

Gen

Fandom:

Detroit: Become Human (Video Game)

Relationships:

Chris Miller & Gavin Reed

Leo Manfred & Gavin Reed

Characters:

Gavin Reed

Chris Miller

Leo Manfred

Additional Tags:

Leo Needs a Hug

Hurt Leo

Emotional Hurt/Comfort

One Shot

References to Drugs

References to Depression

Suicide Attempt

Gavin Reed Being an Asshole

Chris Miller POV

Language:English

Series: Carl Dies

Published:2023-11-20

Words:2,371

Chapters:1/1

A Long Way Down

Notes:

What were Chris Miller & Gavin Reed up to that night after Hank & Connor took over the investigation at Eden Club?

First half is serious, second half is silly fluff~ Chris Miller gets a POV story like he deserves! CW: Attempted Suicide

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Saturday, November 6th, 2038

Gavin Reed was inspecting the crime scene; the man known as Michael Graham had been found dead at Eden Club. The scene showed the deceased man in a bed with bruises on his neck, and an incapacitated brown haired female Traci android across the room. Gavin examined Michael's corpse closely; the bruising was an indicator the victim had been strangled. "Now the question is..." Gavin speculated out loud as he crossed his arms. "Did the android act with the intent to murder him, or did he just not know when to call it quits? Is the killer a deviant or a defective android that wasn't inspected properly?"

The door to the room whooshed open. As the cop and detective noticed who had entered, Gavin opened with "Lieutenant Anderson and his plastic pet. The fuck are you two doing here?" He sounded confused.

"We've been assigned all cases involving androids." The android informed.

Oh Reed was NOT going to happy about that! "Oh yeah? Well you're wasting your time. Just some pervert who uhh...got more action than he could handle!" Gavin laughed boisterously.

"We'll have a look anyway. If you don't mind." Anderson told him.

Surprisingly Reed did not complain or cause a scene. "Come on let's go." He told Chris. The detective passed between Anderson and Connor wafting his hand in the air. "It's uhh..." He sniffled. "Starting to stink of booze in here." He purposely nudged against the android on his way out.

"Good night Lieutenant." Chris said in farewell before leaving. The cop did not have any personal qualms with Connor; he was polite and seemed to know what he was doing. As for the lieutenant, Chris held respect for him in the highest regard.

Gavin stormed off to the car and slammed the door shut after entering.

Chris settled into his seat. "Well you handled that surprisingly well." He pointed out.

The detective shoulder checked and pulled out of the parking lot. Once Gavin was on the road, he shouted angrily "It wouldn't have done shit if I had an outburst in there! It's FUCKING BULLSHIT Chris! Every time there's a case involving a fucking android, Drunkerson gets it just because he's been paired with that pretentious plastic prick! I'm SUPPOSED to be working in homicide - but my cases keep FUCKING getting taken over by that obnoxious tin can! At this rate I'm going to get my fucking job REPLACED before I can get a promotion!" Gavin angrily slammed his fist on the dash, and lost his grip on the wheel for a moment before it veered to the side.

Chris' heart rate escalated. In panic he exclaimed, "Shit Gavin! You're going to get us killed! How about we stop somewhere for a bit to chill out."

The detective took a heavy sigh. Chris understood Gavin needed to vent, but none of this was his fault. "Okay...there's a place I like to go when I need to think. We'll stop there for a bit." Gavin declared.

As Gavin drove along Ambassador Bridge, Chris noticed a figure standing near the ledge. "Shit! I think that person's about to jump!" Chris warned.

The detective stopped his car and activated his hazard lights. Thankfully there was not much traffic coming through. "Chris, stay a few feet behind me." Gavin ordered while cautiously stepping out of the car. "Hey, you! What are you doing?" He shouted to the individual standing on the ledge.

As the figure looked back and talked to Gavin, they recognized who it was. "I'm going to jump! Please leave me be. I can't go on anymore!" The man's name was Leo; they had seen working at the coffee shop until a few days ago. Chris recalled the detective complaining that everyone there had been replaced by a 'fucking android'.

"I'm with the Detroit Police Department. As per the law, I can't allow you to do that." Gavin stated.

"Why the fuck is taking my own life against the law anyway? I'm not hurting anyone except myself." Leo retorted.

"Firstly that's likely not true; you're hurting those that care about you. Secondly, if suicide wasn't illegal, there would be no way for us to intervene." Gavin argued.

"You're wrong on the first part; nobody fucking cares about me. Both my parents are dead and I don't have any fucking friends! I'm going through Red Ice withdrawal and I'll never make it out on my own. I'm better off dead."

Gavin's hands were shaking...he seemed really worried. He was probably fond of Leo, as Chris was; seeing the same people on practically a daily basis, you naturally grow attached to them. Despite Gavin being irritating seventy percent of the time, Chris saw him as his friend, and he would despair if something were to happen to him.

"I've been where you are Leo! You don't need to do this! It feels like you have nothing now but...hell my parents are alive, but they're fucking dead to me. I've been through hell and back, but I had the strength to pull myself out!" Gavin exclaimed. Was he really telling the truth? Or was this all part of an act to convince Leo not to jump?

"Well I'm not strong like you Detective Reed! I can't even function without Red Ice! I blamed the android but..." Tears streamed from Leo's eyes. "My dad DIED because of me! I broke into his mansion and stressed him out while I was high on that shit! He died of a heart attack." As Leo broke into a sob, Gavin cautiously moved closer, and Leo noticed. "Don't fucking come any closer! I'll really do it!" The man threatened, but his whole body was trembling.

Gavin took the gamble and gradually inched closer. "Don't do it. We can talk this over. We can get you some help."

"I'm a worthless piece of shit." Leo closed his eyes for a moment and steadied his stance. "I'm better off dead." As soon as Leo closed his eyes, Chris took the opportunity to sprint towards him.

Leo stepped over the edge, and Gavin lunged forward catching the man's right arm. However, Leo slipped off anyway due to the wet terrain resulting from the storm. "Shit.. I'm losing my...CHRIS!" Gavin shouted frantically.

"Help me. I don't want to die!" Leo exclaimed.

Just in time Chris clutched onto Leo's left arm, and Gavin readjusted his grip on Leo's right. "Okay on one...PULL!" Gavin ordered as they pulled Leo back up.

They were successful in their endeavor and in the aftermath, the three men were heaving. After catching their breath, Leo was trembling. "I...I'm so sorry. Thank you for saving me." He gasped with weariness in his breath.

"All in a day's work!" Gavin said cheerily as he smirked and did that weird double wink. For the life of him, Chris had no idea why Gavin thought that was appealing.

"How are you feeling?" Chris checked in on Leo.

"A bit traumatized but better...I think. I'm starving actually." Leo stated.

"Anyone feeling like going to Denny's?" Gavin asked the group.

"I could eat." Chris answered with a grin.

Gavin and Chris were seated in a booth beside each other and across from Leo. The officer was staring at the menu, having flipped through the whole thing over four times. "You decided what you wanted to eat yet, or are you going to continue reading that menu like it's a fucking novel?" Reed complained.

Chris always struggled with deciding what to eat. "Uhh...uhh."

"Just fucking pick something god dammit! I'm starving!" Gavin groaned.

The waitress approached, "Hi, my name is Tabitha, and I'll be your server today! Are you all ready to order?"

"Thank fuck! An actual human waitress! Yes, we're ready to order, right?" Gavin responded, checking in with Chris and Leo.

"Oh yeah! I know what I want!" Leo said cheerily. "Gimme a chicken tenders and fries. Hold on the gravy - your gravy tastes like shit!"

"And what are you having to drink?" She asked.

"I'll have a hot chocolate! Make it extra chocolatey if you can! With marshmallows, whipped cream, and sprinkles." He answered with a cheeky grin.

"Sure I can throw some Oreo chunks on top of it too for no extra charge if you'd like." She offered.

"Oh FUCK YEAH!" Leo chortled enthusiastically.

"What are you, nine?" Gavin ridiculed.

"It's my go-to drink when I've had a rough night, alright!" Leo protested. "Geez for a person who's trying to convince me to continue living, you're doing a terrible fucking job!"

Chris smirked. "That's just the way Gavin is. I think if he went five minutes without being an asshole, he'd spontaneously combust!"

Leo laughed at that.

"I'll have what he's having." Chris added. Chicken tenders and fries did not sound half bad, but the image of that hot chocolate was dancing in his head.

"And you?" The waitress asked Reed.

"I'll have a lumberjack slam with eggs over easy, and rye bread." Gavin ordered.

"And to drink?"

"I'll have a beer, like a REAL man. Pint of Guinness."

After the server left, Gavin stated directed at Leo, "I hadn't seen you at Starbuck's recently. When we were there it seemed to be completely taken over by androids. It's shitty your job got replaced by those fucking things!"

"I wasn't replaced. I was fired. I'm not surprised in the fucking least that the shitty manager wouldn't bother to hire any more humans. Sheryl and I were the only ones left. Some asshat decided to throw hot coffee on her because it 'tasted old'. She ran out crying. I jumped over the counter and beat the shit out of him." Leo explained.

"I'd imagine it'd be hard to keep a job after that." Chris concluded.

"Yeah, no shit. It wasn't the first time I messed up at work. I can't put up with that fucking shit at all without Red Ice. I've only gone 24 hours without it and I'm losing my fucking mind! I can't sober up on my own...I can't do it. And I have no-one...that's why I..." Leo expressed as he seemed like he was about to cry.

"Listen, if you need someone for emotional support. I'll be there. I don't have a fancy place, but you can stay in my apartment for a little while, and give you a chance to go through rehab." Gavin's tone softened to Chris' surprise. What could his ulterior motive be this time?

"Really, you'd let me stay with you? It'd be great to not be alone right now." Leo responded. Tabitha came up to the table with their food. Leo rubbed his hands together as he gleefully shouted "Thank fuck! I'm starving!"

"First the hot chocolate for the cutie." The server announced placing the drink on the table near Leo.

"Hey, what about me?" Gavin protested.

Blatantly ignoring him, Tabitha proceeded, "And the second hot chocolate for the handsome gentleman over here."

"Oh I get it! I must be the hottie then." Gavin assumed.

"And Guinness for the asshole." She deadpanned.

"The...hot asshole?"

"The average-looking asshole." She deadpanned once more before handing over the food. Her tone brightened back up as she cautioned "Careful sweeties, it's hot!" She glared at Gavin, "Except for you, you can burn your hands."

Chris and Leo laughed heartily. "Okay, that settles it! I'm paying for the whole table so I can give you a proper tip!"

Gavin turned to Chris and glared at him as the server left. The detective shook his head and shrugged. "She must just have terrible taste."

"Yeah, you keep thinking that." Chris sassed as he took a sip of his hot chocolate.

"Fuck you Chris." Gavin grumbled.

"No thank you!" Chris replied. Leo belted out laughing.

"What about you, Leo?" Gavin asked as the man was sipping his beverage, pulling away and leaving a whipped cream moustache.

"Huh?" He responded.

"Do you think I'm attractive?" Gavin clarified.

"Oh- yeah I do!" Leo confirmed.

"See?"

"But I also have a terrible taste in men." Leo added with a giggle. Gavin frowned and Chris laughed.

After taking another sip of his hot drink, Chris stated, "Well your taste in men is nothing like your taste in drinks. This is damn delicious!"

"Can I try it?" Gavin asked Chris sheepishly.

"No. Thought you said men only drink beer!" Chris scoffed.

"Leo?"

"Nah! This is all mine! Order your own!" Leo told him.

"Pfft!" Gavin huffed.

After finishing their meal, a familiar Dean Martin tune played on the radio. Lay some happiness on me. Soon the brighter side, you'll see! No more loneliness to be! Lay some happiness on me. Leo started bobbing side to side. "Hey, this old ass song is pretty nice."

Chris expected the detective to make some snarky comment, but instead his gaze was focused on Leo. If the officer was not seeing it first hand, he would never believe that Gavin Reed could actually smile.

Tabitha came back to the table with a tray of dessert. "Three slices of apple pie on the house." The waitress announced as she placed them down. She looked at Reed. "You're actually a sight for sore eyes with that smile!"

Leo had taken a bite of his apple pie and complimented, "This pie is BITCHIN'! Thanks for the free dessert!"

"I'm glad you like it! Here's the bill. Pay whenever you're ready!" She smiled at Chris as she left the statement with him.

"Excellent service! We'll absolutely be coming back." Chris complimented. After the server left, Chris noticed that not only was Reed's gaze focused on Leo, but they were reciprocating with a soft smile. The officer thought back to when he first met his wife; she was a waitress at a diner when they first met and they looked lovingly at each other just like that. Chris looked forward to coming home and snuggling in bed with his beautiful wife. In the morning he would tell her and Damian about how his day went. He took part in saving someone's life today. For the time being, it felt like everything was going to be alright; he had not felt this blissful in a long time.

[The End]

Notes:

The second two thirds of this became an eating at Denny's scene with almost no actual plot, but I felt so fuzzy when writing this! I hope you enjoyed it too!

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thotsforvillainrights · 2 years

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[Some Shigaraki stuff dropped from the drafts]

~Autumn Night~

headcanon|scenario|imagine|match-up

“How many of those are you going to step on before it gets to be too dark out.” Raspy words slightly vibrated with a shiver as the chilled wind picked up. You smiled and turned your head to look at him over your shoulder. “Just a little further please? The sun hasn’t fully set yet!” He nodded and watched as you continue hiking ahead of him on the wooded pathway, stomping on every single crunchy leaf you could find. Some people enjoyed the warmth of the summer, while others enjoyed the beauty or Spring or the gorgeous snow blanketing the land during Winter. But you? For you it was Autumn. The fallen leaves, the smell of pumpkin everywhere, the elaborate decorations for Halloween, the lovely chill surrounding you...all of this contributed to your favorite time of year. It was different for your lover however.

Tomura hated many things, and autumn was one of them. He didn’t really see the appeal in this time of the year like you did. On top of it, he was freezing his ass off the more and more the wind picked up. Still, there were a small set of things he did like. Games, people around him giving him space, and you most importantly. The way you smile when you do these silly little activities that seem small to him at first glance but turn out to be so special to you. It’s all about making you happy at the end of the day. This is why he was still out here even though the sun was quickly setting. He couldn’t help but to crack a small smile at the sight of you taking an extra hard crunch to a particularly large leaf in the middle of the pathway. When you finally felt satisfied you’d turned around and grabbed his wrist. He tensed up momentarily but relaxed shortly afterward.

He didn’t feel comfortable with ever holding your hand, so this was the closest you could get.

“Okay, it’s getting a little cold out here now. I’m ready to head back.” You took note of the hard gust of wind that shook the treetops nearby. “I told you to wear the thicker jacket when we left the base but you just don’t listen huh?” You ignore him and change the subject. “Do you want to make smores in the microwave when we get back? Nevermind don’t answer that, I know it’s a yes!” He rolls his eyes and fights the urge to pull you closer. It’s been like this every single day so far. By now you’d been together for such a long time. He knew his body better than anyone else, yet he feared ever getting too close to you. With a quirk like his, all it takes is one little slip up. One little misplaced touch and he’d be picking up the pieces of his broken heart, wading the the ashes...the only thing he’d have left to remember you by. You never judged him for it, but after so many months he could slowly see the look in your eyes. “Tonight?” You voice brought his attention. Although you were smiling at him he could still see the sadness in your eyes. You already knew the answer so why did you have to ask him again? He hated disappointing you like this, but protecting you was more important than anything. “No...not tonight. It’s not safe Y/N.” You smiled sadly and looked down at your feet. “You always say that. Tomura please...just try for me? I know I’ll be okay. Please?” He hated the way your eyes begged him, how watery they became when he dashed your hope as usual. There was something this time that he just couldn’t shake. It was especially true when he saw the small tear run down your cheek.

“...fine, but only for 10 minutes.” He mumbled. He couldn’t deny the flutter of his heart when he saw your face light up. It was almost enough to forget about the worry in the back of his mind. It followed him all the way up until you slipped under the covers with him and cuddled up close. You’d waited such a long time to simply sleep in the bed with the person you cared about. Nothing in the world could bring you down. How lucky it was that you finally got to experience it! You hadn’t even noticed it was long past the 10 minute mark. Tomura noticed it. However, he didn’t bring it to your attention. Just ten more minutes turned into twenty and then thirty. He couldn’t dare wake you up by now.

It’s not like he wanted to anyway. He’d grown too comfortable and needed to make up for all the lost time between the two of you. Perhaps he could trust himself well enough to not slip up? He sure hoped so.

#tomura shigaraki #wasn't feeling this one but I felt like I needed to do something #shigaraki x reader #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #lov #league of villains

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headingalaxys-spicy · 11 months

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Omg. Amazing idea. So I think its kinda like cannon that France is older than England. Imagine platonic yandere neko France with an owner who brings home a kitten England. I just think itd be really funny. X3

Going to name Neko-France in this Paris because I think it’s a cute cat name and works for him. Also it’s his capital sooooooo. And yes, I used a YouTube video to help me learn how to curse and do it right and it has the maximum level of offessiveness. The time stamps for the insults used are : 7:50 , 9:38 , and 10:53. Sooo I also sorry to and of my French readers If there are any, the swearing is HIGH in this.

I have apparent Fight ME energy right now for writing fanfics XD

Enjoy!

The long-haired, pampered Persian cat scampered to the window when he heard a familiar engine park in the cobblestone driveway. He was eager to see his sweet owner. His tail wagged back and forth in pure anticipation. He couldn’t wait to be cuddled, fed treats, and lay on your lap as you read a book and gazed into a fireplace for the evening. It was going to be another perfect night with just him and his lovely owner Y/N. But his hopes were dashed when he said you bring out a new crate.

‘Non! Non! NON! It can’t be! It CAN’T BE ANOTHER FUCKING CAT.’ His fluffy tail stiffened and his sharp diamond-like eyes became sharpened daggers ready to strike this new cat down and take it out of this world. No one could have Y/N’s attention but him. NO ONE.

Y/N’s keys reaching the door rang in his ears. It was time for France to make his attack. Like a tinier version of Napoleon once the door opened, it was fucking go time.

‘CATCH THESE PAWS!’ The white little ball of floof wanted the other cat to go fuck himself. Y/N was his and his alone.

“MEEEEEEEWWWWWWW!” The angry cat growled and threw himself at the cage to attack the small Scottish fold that was in the grey carrying case.

“Whoa ! Whoa! Paris. Calm down! It’s just a kitten.” You tried to pry the fluffy feline off the box.

‘NON! J’EN AI RIEN A FOUTRE! NON! NON! NON!’ His claws scraped the plastic of the box leaving behind thick lines to show he meant business.

The Paris’ screeches did not cease. He hissed and his tail continued to be failed out in anger. He was nothing having some new cat take away his attention that he OWNED from Y/N. He wiggled in the arms of his sweet owner who was confused by the intense reaction that their cat was having to a kitten.

“Okay let’s just put you in your cage with some Entrecote and maybe you can calm down no?” Hoping not to have to be extremely stern with your beloved pet.

‘Maybe he’s just had a bad day. Perhaps that’s why he’s acting like this.’ Worried you put him in his cage and gave him his dinner along with some water and catnip.

“Chill, put my little Prince. It’s okay it’s just a sweet little kitten.” Y/N did their best to try and soothe their savage beast.

You heard Paris growl lowly but tried to concentrate on the wonderful meal that he’d been served.

‘At least they still love me somewhat. I haven’t been served garbage.’ But still all he could do was glare at the Scottish fold that smirked at him from their opposing cage. And all Paris wanted to do was rage. Rage. FUCKING RAGE.

“MEEEEEEEOOOOOOWRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR” All of his fluff stood up like tall grass that wanted to reach up above the trees. He wanted to fucking go at this damned cat that DARED TO EXIST.

“PARIS! No! Bad kitty! No, this kitten is your BROTHER. BE NICE!” Y/N scolded her angry cat.

When she wandered back over to it’s cage it’s enormous blues were like the ocean on a clear summers day. Getting ready to spill over.

“Aw I can’t stay mad at you but you have to relax buddy. I still love you.” Y/N gently booped Paris’ tiny pink nose. “Eat some food maybe you’re just hangry.”

‘They still love me what a relief.’ Paris tried to relax some and ignore the attention that was being give to the tiny cat that was only one third of his size. ‘I want to scratch the living hell out of that stupid cat! Taking away precious attention from me! How dare he!’ Paris tried to take in a few measured breaths. ‘They love me. They love me. They love me. None of this is real I’m just having a really, REALLY BAD dream.’

The Scottich Fold kitten is tuned into the French cat’s distress. His green eyes gleam with fairy fae like mischief.

‘Cheese-eating surrender monkey! I’m going to be the new love and overshadow you because I’m so young and cute I could kiss myself.’ He flicks his tail at the French cat.

‘MAIS PUTAIN DE MERDE, CA ME FAIT VRAIMENT CHIER, BORDEL!’

Y/N turned over once again to their precious Persian that was behaving badly again.

‘MEEEEEEEOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRR! NON! NON! NON!’

“Oh, Paris what am I going to do with you?” You sigh and take him from his crate to soothe him while ensuring your newest kitten was still safe in their crate with a few treats to much on.

Things were going to be tumultuous in this household for awhile.

I cracked up writing this one. It’s so wild. HAHAHHAHAH. Thank you anon for the fun suggestion. I’m sorry I’m just now getting to it. I’m trying to knock out a lot of asks.

#hetalia #hws #hws france #yandere hetalia #hetalia fandom #headingalaxys writes stuff #an absolute joke post that I hope makes someone laugh #nekotalia #hetalia fanfiction writer #made you laugh #yes I’m an 100% on my nonsense right now #hetalia imagines

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ggfj84 · 1 year

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Tim looked like he’d just been cast in the latest zombie flick. Hair every which way, eyes unfocused, wearing a too large Gotham Knights’ T-shirt and sweatpants – he barely looked awake as he sat upon on the couch opposite Dick’s in the den of Wayne Manor.

Dick, himself, felt no better with his face plastered against the couch cushion, head pounding as Tim’s cell phone alarm went off.

Last night had been pure hell with the Scarecrow and the Riddler teaming up, and perhaps that was his greatest fear - being forced to listen to the Riddler’s riddles until the end of time.

Thankfully, he and Tim took care of the rogues, but they’d both been dashed with fear toxin. As the antidote ran its course, Dick invited Tim to crash in the den, and they’d enjoyed one of the Mission Impossible movies with milkshakes and popcorn before passing out after three.

Dick sure didn’t miss his days at Robin when he needed to balance both schoolwork and crimefighting.

He popped open one eye at the sound of shuffling and more groaning, and Tim had somehow found enough energy to turn off his phone alarm and reach for his sneakers.

No way that was happening.

“I’ll call you in sick,” Dick mumbled as he managed to lift his face off the cushion. No doubt, lines imprinted on his cheek. “Get back under the covers.”

“But – ”

“You are in no condition to learn anything today.” Dick had dropped his phone…somewhere. “Just go back to sleep and I’ll let the school know you weren’t kidnapped or anything.”

“Seriously?” Tim hesitated, voice soft with sleep and wonderment. “Because I’m really okay.”

He wasn’t.

“Yeah, look, let’s sleep another couple hours, eat some lunch, maybe play a few video games, and then we’ll work on your homework, okay?”

“You’re…you’re okay with that?” Tim’s eyes looked so hopefully under his disheveled mop.

Ah, his phone was all the way over on the other side end table. Dick was seriously going to have move for it. Damn. “Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

Tim frowned, a thoughtful look upon his face that Dick didn’t really like. “I-I don’t know. Don’t you have better things to do?”

- than hang out with me, he heard, though Tim didn’t say the words. Dick sighed. This was going to hurt.

His muscles protested as he pushed himself to his feet. Then, he crossed the room to ruffle Tim’s hair on the way to get his cell phone. “I can’t think of anything better than chilling the day with you. Now get some sleep, kiddo. Batman’s order.”

Tim beamed as he pulled his legs up onto the couch and snuggled under the covers. He was already fast asleep before Dick thought to ask which Gotham high school Tim attended.

(Set during Batman: Prodigal.)

#dick grayson #tim drake #robin #batman #nightwing #batbros #batman:prodigal #I had been wanting to write some Dick and Tim stories for a bit #I love these two

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headingalaxys-sweet · 2 years

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Neko’s Brought me to my Lover:

Germany 🇩🇪

Germany had just arisen from his still-warm bed. He stretches his limbs so that his muscles have a smooth transition from rest into high heart rate mode. He touched his toes and then lifted his arms to the sky. He then proceeded to change into the black sweatpants he used for jogging and a white T-shirt. He slipped on his usual black tennis shoes and began to finish his preparations for his daily morning jog. He gave his legs a few more stretches and he felt like he was fully ready for his morning run.

“Hans are you ready Katze?” He says in a soft but stern voice.

His grey/ blue eyes nodded in agreement. The cat was also ready to start the day off right.

Ludwig grabbed the green cameo-colored harness and secured it around his precious grey cat, Hans. Ince his cat was ready to go he snapped on his Apple watch to track his morning jogs progress and to count his macros.

‘Alright, let's make today productive.’

Ludwig began his journey into the cool morning air the sun was only grazing the darkened night sky lightly. The navy dome held within it a now collision between the two solar opposites. There was a brilliant reddish-orange that faded into yellow and progressed into cooler hues. Ludwig loved this time in the morning. The world was still quiet and cradled by darkness. When he left his home and began his jog he didn’t immediately start with a run. He took some steps and decided to take in the early morning glory and all it had to offer. The birds chirping and the wind beginning to nip at his ears with the chilled breeze. Peace. The only time where he wasn’t bombarded by the tremendous list of things he had to get done on his to-do list.

He strolled passed the surrounding houses on the pathway that led into the forest he liked to frequent on his morning jogs. The houses were all pastel or solid white. There were floral vines that cascaded down them like a lightning bolt of early Spring blooms of yellow, pink, and blue. While passing the cottages he could see that all but one had their lights on. They were dim and he could smell a green tea of sorts being brewed. While he could only smell the tea Hans could smell another cat nearby in the same house that the scent of tea was wafting from.

Someone else in the neighborhood enjoyed early mornings just as much as I did. How nice.

As Ludwig mused to himself as he continued to the forest Hans decided to wander away from their usual route.

‘Boring I want to do something cool today. Maybe make a new friend that I can make battle plans with.’ Hans begins to maneuver away from Ludwig and re-route himself towards the only cottage that was alive at 5:30 am.

Ludwig only realized his cat had plans when the harness’ lead was suddenly yanked from his left hand.

“HANS! WAS MACHTS DU?!?! WARTEN SIE!” (What are you doing!?! Wait!)

Hans made a mad dash towards the small home and broke in through the cat door in the back that led straight to the kitchen.

‘Mein Gott. Why? And this early in the morning?!’ He lets out a long sigh and begins his way toward the house. ‘I hope whoever lives there isn’t too angry that a rouge cat decided to show up this early in the morning.’

“MEWOOOOOOW.” Hans, announces himself to the inhabitants that live inside. He was greeted by y/n a 20-something that had a cat beside them while they were making breakfast of sorts. Bread, with some sliced meat, and some basic cheese and of course the tea.

“Hello, there little guy.” You were amused that a random cat with a harness decided to bust in your home this early in the morning. You chuckle at the sight. Your cat hides behind your legs and peeks out at Hans.

“Mew” your cat looks up at you.

“Hahah. It’s okay (cat name). It’s just another cat.” You giggle at your cat's reaction to the grey one that seemed interested in trying to meet your cute marble cat.

Hans allows you to pet him. He purrs and even lays down to let you rub his belly. Your cat however was staring at the events like: ‘Bruh. You kidding me right?’ She was not happy with Hans.

Just as you arose from the floor to pour out your steeping tea you hear your doorbell ring.

‘Must be the cat's owner. That was fast.’ You wander to the door to open it to reveal a sturdy-looking German man that was your age. His beautiful blue caught you in a bind.

oh …

“Morgen. Morning. Uh, I’m sorry to bother you this early in the morning but….” Ludwig lets his eyes swing low to the ground. He was caught off guard by how beautiful you were so in an attempt to save face he decided not to stare you down in the eyes. Plus it was hardly 6 am. So the excuse that he’s tired and just trying to get his cat might just be an excuse that could work and not scare you away.

“Seen your cat? Yes, he’s-”

“Mewwww mewwwww~” You hear Hans cry out to your marble cat.

“Want to just come in and maybe have some tea? It looks like your cat has taken a liking to mine” You let out another chuckle that Ludwig finds cute and he is in disbelief that you’re allowing him in. He trails behind you inside to your quaint kitchen where you quickly grab the tea before it got to the point to where it would be bitter and poured it into two mugs.

“Do you take milk and sugar with your tea? It’s Jasmine tea by the way.” You hand the mug to him.

“Just the tea alone will do for me thank you. Again. I’m so sorry about my cat he can be wild sometimes.”

“It’s fine things happen and cats are crazy. No harm no foul.” You retort you really didn’t care.

“Want to have some bread with this sausage? I found this nice bakery yesterday and it was epic and the supermarkets here are fantastic.”

A foreigner.

Ludwig was lost in thought as he watched Hans meowed relentlessly at the marbled cat that stared at him with disgust from the wooden high chair.

‘Verrückt Katze.’

You placed the food on the table and prepared your tea with milk and some honey and watched your two cats go at each other for the next couple of hours.

“By the way what's your name.” Trying to break the silence and ignoring the no answer to the previous statement.

Ludwig snaps out of his trance of watching the cats.

“Huh? Oh Yes, it’s Ludwig Belischmidt. And you are?”

“(First name, Last name) nice to meet you Ludwig.”

“Y/N what a pretty name. So I take it that you’re new ja?”

“Yeah from (Country name). I’m starting a new job here.”

And from there a new relationship between the two of you bloomed. Ludwig takes his time in courting you but it was sweet all the same. Even for your two cats who eventually learned to love each other.

#hetalia fandom #hetalia fluff #headingalaxys sweet #hetalia #hetalia fanfiction #hetalia x reader #headingalaxys writes stuff #nekotalia #ネコタリア #nekoくらぶ #fic writing #hetalia fanfic writers #hetalia imagines #ヘタリア #ヘタリアaxispowers #germany x reader #hws germany

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Sick seokjin!! In the mood for chills and fever and mild emeto or maybe just a stomachache and rubs? Just in the mood for soft, very soft and comforting sick seokjin fic! Caretaker taehyung please because i rarely see that combo! Maybe seokjin gets stuck in the rain and has to wait for taehyung to drive out and pick him up. Later on in the night he wakes taehyung up because it’s too hot. Then cue he actually has a fever

— Rain or Me? —

a.n : haaa i finally managed to finish this TT anon, i'm sorry for taking sooo long to write this, i hope you're still around, and this up to your liking ! i'm sorry if this isnt fluffy enough ...and the rushed ending TT yeah, i hope you like it !

Seokjin sighs, wrapping his arms around his body a little tighter as cold breeze and trickles of rain that escapes the halte roof passing through him—wetting his suit. Where's Taehyung? What makes him taking so long? Didn't he already says that he's off at 4? It's almost 5 now!

"Jin-hyung!"

A car stops in front of him, then the passenger window opened, flashing Taehyung that waving at him and motioned to him to get in. Seokjin rolls his eyes, before he run through and quickly get in the car.

"Hyung i'm so sorry, the traffic was hell", Taehyung apologizes as soon as Seokjin seated in. Seokjin gives him a side eyes, before ruffling his hair that's now a little drenched. "Just drive, Taehyung-ah .. it's cold, and i'm tired", he sighs, leaning his back to the seat and rest his head over the window—immediately shutting his eyes, as by doing that he's also shutting the world. Shutting his boyfriend as well.

"Okay", Taehyung mumbles, then quietly swift the wheel back to the road.

The drives went in full silence, only faint noise of the radio and drizzling of rain tapping the window filling between them. And if Seokjin is aware with how Taehyung keep stealing glances at him—he didn't say anything. He's far too tired and annoyed with him.

"Hyung ..", Taehyung calls. Voice small and hesitant—not like his usual cheery boyfriend that loves calling him in full voice and confident. "Do you want to grab dinner?"

Seokjin looks at him for a moment, before throwing his gaze outside, "No", he answers curtly. "I'm tired. I want to be home"

Taehyung sighs, reaching his hand to rest it over the older thighs, and taking his hand, "Hyung .. i'm genuinely sorry for being late. I was trying to went early but still there's traffic ever—"

"Taehyung .. cut it", Seokjin mumbles, "I know. I know its traffic or stuff, but i've been waiting for nearly an hour, cold, and i wasn't having a good day. So i'm not feeling good now, so leave it at that"

Taehyung doesn't says a word after that, just let his hand intertwine their hands together and rests it over the elder thigh. Seokjin sighs again, closing his eyes and leans more on the glass, his mind going to places he doesn't wanted to go right now. Slowly, guilt creeping over him as the silence become more heavy between them. Especially when Taehyung still silent even when they are arrived, only muttering a "Go ahead clean up hyung, i will make something for you"

But of course Seokjin's brain has to be dumb as he managed to cut the younger off, "I'm not hungry, i will go sleep"

And before Taehyung can say anything that make Seokjin even more guilty, Seokjin dashes to their room. He slams his door close and immediately goes on his bed, ignoring the way his wet clothes sticks on his skin, making him feel uncomfortable. But he can deal with that later. For now, he wants to just rest—to forget everything.

***

Taehyung is not a light sleeper in any meaning, quite the opposite—courtesy of his boyfriend that more an early riser than he is, Taehyung is a heavy sleeper. It needs more than two series of shaking or slapping his body to get him finally stirs awake. But some of days, when he had a lot in mind or not feeling well, he is a light sleeper. He will wake up once or twice during the night, with a deep exhaustion settled in his chest and brain, before be able to pick up the sleep.

And tonight is one of those, and not because he's not feeling well, but because he has a lot in his mind. His brain keeps rewinding and analyzing (in depth) on how his boyfriend act tonight. Does it classifies as a fight? Seokjin did seem quite pissed off of him, but he also know that things as simple as being late to pick him up will make the older mad for him for too long. Does he need to apologize tomorrow? Why Seokjin in a foul mood? Did his work went really bad for him? Why? What happened?

Those words keeps fogging his mind, especially after Seokjin storms off to their room and escaped dinner with him. It makes Taehyung feels like he's in daze. He spent the first hour after he slides beside the older that already curled in their bed when he cames in, to look at him, even playing with his hair a bit, that gained a whine and nose scrunches—before he dozed off himself.

He wasn't sure how long since he fell asleep, when he pulled out of it—feeling someone beside him toss and turn, almost smacking his body in the process, and the distressed groans and whines that follows .. "Hyung?", Taehyung rasps, blinking rapidly to get rid the bluriness in his eyes, trying to adapt with the dimness of their room. "Baby ..", he lifts his body a bit, propping himself on his elbow, and slowly reaches to turn the older body to face him. He frowns when he sees sweat dampen his forehead, and the crease between his forehead as his breathe starts to pick up, and an incoherent mumbling he let out .. Did he has nightmare?

Taehyung shushes him, gently caressing his cheeks, up to plays with Seokjin's hair as he knows it helps the latter relax, until his body starts to calm down—even his mouth still parted and a quiet whimper comes out from him once in awhile. He takes a look at him, ensuring that he already fall back to sleep, before tugging the blanket up, and plop himself back to his pillow.

He was about to drift into sleep, already losing few of his senses when he heard another groans, and the blanket got stripped out of him—someone is taking it. Taehyung stirs, blurrily seeing Seokjin curled himself deep in the blanket, only the peak of his hair comes out, as his face burried against his chest and the blanket. But what makes Taehyung become more awake, is the low whimpered the older let out, as if he's in pain.

"Hyung ..?", Taehyung tries to wake him, tugging the blanket down to get a clear look of his face, but Seokjin's grip is strong. He brushes his forehead, only to meet with an abnormal heat touches his palm. "Fuck ...", Taehyung curses, "Hyung .. you're burning up"

It was a surprise to him though—Seokjin rarely gets sick, and he was fine earlier—Is it the rain?

Guilt starts to seeps to his chest, but Taehyung doesn't have time to dwell on it. He needs to take care of him. Maybe getting his boyfriend to drink medicine and eat something.

"Tae ...", Seokjin slurs, shifting a bit under Taehyung's arms, making the boy tighten the hold around the older.

"Ssh, Hyung". Taehyung pulls him closer, rubbing his covered blanket back. "You're burning up"

Seokjin groans, "Cold .. dizzy"

"I know ..", Taehyung mutters, "Let me get you medicine, yes?"

"Noooo," Seokjin whimpers again, clutching onto the blanket, "Too hot..."

"Alright alright... it's okay." Taehyung hushes him.

He moves to sit up, but Seokjin grips unto his shirt tighter, "No... no leave.."

"Okay, fine", Taehyung mumbles. He carefully lays again beside him, but this time putting a bit distance between them. He waits until there's only a light snore from him, before he quietly peel himself and rushes to the kitchen. He quickly take a lukewarm bowl, rag, medicine, and make a quick porridge for the older to take—putting it all in a tray before scrambles back to their room.

He's surprised when Seokjin already sits up straight when he comes back. He looks adorable with his hair jutting out in every direction and half awake. "Hyung .. you're awake", he greets quietly, placing the tray on the nightstand..

Seokjin hums, his face contorts as he suddenly shuddered. "Feel sick .. like i'm gonna throw up"

"Want to go to the bathroom?"

Seokjin shakes, "No ..", he murmurs. "Where were you?", he asks instead.

Taehyung sighs, "I get you porridge and medicine .. your fever is quite high"

Seokjin looks at the tray beside him, before nodding tiredly, "I feel awful .."

"I know .. do you want to try? At least three bites of the porridge, and then take the medicine", Taehyung suggests.

Seokjin sighs, shaking his head lightly, "Later ..? I'm still nauseous, i don't want to throw up"

Taehyung nods understandingly, "Let's sleep again then, if you're feeling worse, then try to take the medicine, okay?"

"Mhm", the older hums, before laying himself back. Taehyung slides beside him, letting Seokjin curled over him. "Lay on your back hyung ..", he mumbles, hands already holding the warm rug. He places it over his forehead—gaining a sigh from the older as it feels nice against his burning skin. "I'm sorry, Taehyung-ah", Seokjin mumbles, more like slurred as he can feel his consciousness about to slip with how comfortable he feels right now under Taehyung's touch on his scalps, as the younger massage his head lightly.

"Sshh .. just rest hyung", he answers—and Seokjin complies.

Taehyung stays awake after that, too worried to fall asleep, as he knows—the thing about fever is it's always going worse during the night. So he can't afford to sleep. Not when he gonna wake up again later.

He continues to play with Seokjin's hairs—until his predicaments comes true, when Seokjin tosses with another nightmare, before jolts awake with a gag. Taehyung quickly snatch the trashcan, placing it over his chin just in time as Seokjin let out a watery stream.

Taehyung sighs as he rubs his back, feeling his chest tightens with how sick his boyfriend is. He doesn't like it.

"Breathe .. love, don't force yourself", he keeps mumbling in between.

Seokjin continues to vomit for awhile, seeming like his body want to let out all of the food he managed to eat that day—before he slumps back tiredly, and grunts about how horrible he felt.

"Let's take the medicine hyung, so you will feel better", Taehyung offers, already had bowl in his hand and spoonful of porridge, ready to feed the older. He rolls his eyes when he meet with a whine—already expecting that it won't be easy to get him eating. "Baby ..."

"No", Seokjin sulks, hiding himself back under the blanket. "I bet the medicine tastes awful"

Oh it's gonna be a long night.

#bts sickfic #bts emeto #tw emeto #tw vomit #sick!seokjin #caretaker!taehyung

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incorrectsmashbrosquotes · 2 years

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Turning Blue

Maddie: Sonic! Are you up? Breakfast is ready!

(It’s early morning in the Wachowski house. Maddie prepares Sonic a cereal bowl as Tom reads the paper. Tails and Knuckles slurp down their own bowls)

Sonic: Coming!

(Sonic steps out of bed and walks downstairs, too tired to notice the floor shaking with his every step. Sonic yawns as he enters the bathroom, looks in the mirror, and sees a large, dark blue beast staring back at him)

Sonic, now a Werehog: AAAAAAUUUUUUGH!

Sonic: This isn’t happening! This isn’t happening!

(Sonic notices that his arms are now giant claws, and also that he smells)

Sonic: Wake up, wake up, wake up!

Tom: Sonic, is everything okay?

Sonic: Don’t come in here!

Maddie: What’s going on, are you sick? Is it a fever? Stomachache? Chills? Constipation?

Sonic: No!

Tom: Wait, is it… that? Did… did the arm hair finally come in?

Sonic: No! …Maybe?…

Tom: But it’s too soon!

Maddie: Don’t worry Sonic, we’ll get everything you need! We’re here for you! Tails! Knuckles! IT’S HAPPENING!

(Sonic tries squeezing out the bathroom window, but to no avail. He ends up getting his foot stuck in the toilet)

Tails: Sonic, we’re coming!

(Sonic hides in the bathtub and closes the curtain as everyone runs in, Tails carrying a box of hygiene products)

Maddie: Everything’s going to be ok-

Sonic: No it’s not, will you just GET OUT?!

(Sonic covers his mouth, realizing what he just said)

Knuckles: Excuse me?

Sonic: I-I didn’t mean that! I’M A BIG HAIRY MONSTER! Stop it! Stop talking!

(Sonic slaps himself with his oversized claws to shut himself up)

Maddie: Sonic, I know this is upsetting, but we’re going to get through this together.

Tails: (going through the box) I have shaving cream, razors, body spray, and deodorant. One for morning, one for night-

Sonic: Uh-huh, alright, right. Awesome, just leave them by the sink.

Knuckles: Sonic, perhaps we talk about why this is happening-

Sonic: No! I mean… Eh, it’s okay!

Tom: You are an adult hedgehog now, and your body is starting to change.

Sonic: Mm-hmm!

Tails: It’s nothing to be embarrassed about.

Sonic: Guys, please!

Maddie: You are now a handsome, strong hedgehog, and you need to start taking care of yourself…

(Knuckles goes to open the shower curtain)

Sonic: Nonononono-

(The smoke alarm goes off, grabbing everyone’s attention)

Knuckles: My grape puffs!

(Everyone runs to the kitchen, Sonic takes the opportunity to dash back up to his room)

Sonic: I’ll just go to sleep, and when I wake up, this will all be over…

(Sonic jumps into his bed as it slightly gives under his new weight. Sonic calms down as he tries to fall asleep, and he suddenly feels his ears shrink.)

Sonic: What the?

(Sonic looks in the mirror to see his ears are back to normal. He takes another breath, and his arms shrink down)

Sonic: Woah…

(Sonic takes a pair of brushes and gently combs his quills, breathing deeply all the while. Eventually, he calms down enough that he turns back into his short, light blue self)

Sonic: Yes!

(Sonic’s sudden burst of excitement suddenly turns him back into a Werehog)

Sonic: No!

#incorrect quotes #smash bros #submission #source: Turning Red #incorrect super smash bros #super smash bros #Sonic #Maddie #Knuckles #Tails #Tom #Sonic the Hedgehog

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callsign-magnolia · 2 years

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I Hope You Dance // Ch. 7

MATURE CONTENT (18+)

A/N: This is cross posted to my Wattpad, so if this seems familiar that is why!

TW: Mental abuse, emotional abuse, slight physical abuse, death and loss.

Description: When Caila meets Rooster, sparks fly. But, she's already married, to a man who she thought loved her, and won't let her go. Rooster will fight for her, he just has to convince Caila to fight for herself.

Word Count: 6.1k

Chapter 6 | Masterlist

I felt something touching my face, gentle and barely there. I swatted behind me, hoping Aaron would back off. His nose grazed my jaw before placing a soft kiss on it and I swatted at him again. "Oh honey, come on now." My eyes flew open at the voice, I rolled over as more kisses were placed on my face. "Rooster?" I asked and he chuckled. "Yeah, sweet girl?" My heart soared at the name. "Why are we in bed together?" I looked down and realized I was naked and so was he. He rolled so he was hovering over me, kissing his way across my cheek till he placed a soft kiss on my lips. "I guess last night was too good if you don't remember. But I'll never forget the way you were crying my name." A chill ran up my body, as well as his hands. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, the feeling of his hands on my body was enough to pull a small moan from my throat.

"Then why don't you remind me." I suggested and he chuckled. "I would pretty girl, but I can't." I furrowed my brows as he kissed down my neck, his hands pulling my knees up by his waist. "Why not?" I asked, sighing as he nipped my neck. "I'm not here." I furrowed my brows and pushed him back, finally getting a good look at him. "You're dreaming, honey." I shook my head and gasped as my chest felt tight. "Yeah, you are. You're dreaming about me because you love me and yet you hurt me." Tears streaked my face. "I was trying to protect you." He smiled down at me. "All I wanted to do was protect you, honey. Now, WAKE UP!" I sat straight up in bed when he screamed at me. I looked at the clock in the hotel room and saw it said two a.m. I leaned back sobbing, I should've known seeing him would trigger more dreams about him. God, I hate myself.

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That night in Virginia seemed to finalize things for Rooster and I. I haven't seen or heard from him in two years, and thankfully I knew I wouldn't see him tonight either. "Okay, I'm panicking!" Laura said fanning herself. "No, no, no!" I said grabbing her hands. "You're about to become a Motley, Laura. We don't panic, we take deep breaths and work through it." She nodded and took a deep breath. "Need a shot?" She nodded and I handed her the shot glass full of tequila. "That's it, we have fifteen minutes before you walk down the aisle. Your dad will be here in a minute, and all will be well." She pulled me into a hug. "You're the best sister I could've gained." I hugged her back. "And so are you, thank you for loving my brother and putting up with his shit." She laughed and hugged me again. "Ladies. Oh, Laura honey you look beautiful." I stepped away as her dad came in.

I stepped out to give them some privacy. I rushed downstairs to the foyer of the large home on the Seresin ranch. "Have you seen my dad?" Kimberly, Laura and Jake's older sister and Laura's Matron of honor asked. "He's with Laura now." She exhaled loudly. "Thank god, we couldn't find him." I nodded and laughed. "He's with her." I said walking past her to see my mom. "Oh, honey you look beautiful." She said fixing one of the curls that framed my face. Laura and Jameson wanted to get married in the fall, and the Seresin ranch in late October was perfect, and free which was Laura's selling point. The girl can bargain shop and I love it! She even got my bridesmaid dress for over half off, the beautiful wine colored A-line dress was gorgeous, even with the plunging neck line. "Thank you, mama." Suddenly, Hangman came over. "Mrs. Motley, you look beautiful." Mom smiled at Hangman. "Hi, Jake. My, my, you look quite dashing in that suit." He gave her that award winning smile. "Well thank you, are you ready?" She nodded and took his arm as I stepped back.

The doors to the backyard opened and he walked mom down the aisle, before turning around and coming back. "She didn't get cold feet did she?" Jameson asked as he came over towards me. "No, she got nervous but no backing out. Her dad is about to bring her downstairs so you need to move." He nodded as Laura's mother, Catherine, came over kissing his cheek. I stood to the side as all of us bridesmaids and groomsmen lined up. "Nervous?" Hangman asked and I chuckled. "Not at all." He smirked. "That's right, you've already gotten a wedding, you've been through this." I pursed my lips. "We eloped, he cancelled all the wedding plans." Hangman looked to me but I kept my eyes forward. "Smile, if we ruin your sisters photos she'll have our heads." He smiled as we started down the aisle.

~~~

We got through the wedding, Laura and J crying, which made me cry. Hangman and I went back down the aisle where we grouped with the bride and groom for pictures. Which was fun, I'm so grateful Jameson found Laura or more or less Hangman and I got them together. We waited in the house before we walked into the reception, Laura and Jameson just spending a few quiet moments together as husband and wife while the rest of us were talking. I was talking with the second oldest Seresin sibling Amber, when Hangman came over. "Well, I guess this mine while I gained a brother I also gained another sister." I chuckled. When Jameson and Laura got serious our families got close, which I loved. "And I'm the meanest one you've had yet!" His sisters laughed. "She's serious, mean as a damn rattle snake!" I chuckled as Jameson and Laura walked over.

Everyone split and I grabbed a drink before leaning against the wall. "You know, I had a detachment with Rooster about eight months ago." Hangman said coming over. I choked at the name, not wanting to hear it. "I was finishing up a deployment around Indonesia." I said hoping to steer him away from Rooster. "I asked him about you and he got mad." Tears welled in my eyes, it hurt that he hated me but it was for the best. "Yelled at me and slammed the door to the ready room." I didn't answer. "What happened with you guys? Last I saw you two had googly eyes for each other." "Nothing, just realized it wouldn't work Hangman, let it go." He sighed. "Jake." I quirked a brow at him. "You can call me Jake." I chuckled. "Okay, bagman." He groaned at the name as we lined up for our entrances for the reception.

~~~

I coughed as I finished throwing up in the toilet in Aaron and I's bathroom. This is the fourth day in a row of me puking. Aaron is at work so I don't have to try and be discreet. I had to be sick, I caught something for sure. I opened my eyes from my propped position on the toilet lid, spotting the box of tampons under the sink. I furrowed my brows, when was the last time I had my period? I thought about it and looked at the calendar in my phone.

Almost three months

Oh, god. "No." I jumped up grabbing my purse and keys. "Fuck." I stopped, realizing if I spent money at the pharmacy Aaron would know and he would question me, I can't spend money without his permission, he locked all the cards and only gives me cash, which I'm out of. I immediately picked up my phone and dialed my mom's number. "Hey, sweetie." "Mama? I need help." I heard rustling on the other side. "What is it?" I took a deep breath, "Could you go and buy me some pregnancy tests?" I hated asking.

"Oh no, honey." Tears started at her words. "I'm leaving to get them right now, get over here so you can take them." I nodded as I stood and rushed out to the car, trying to act as normal as possible so if Aaron saw me on the cameras he wouldn't come home early. I took the twenty minute drive to think. If I'm pregnant, this was it, I had to get out. Aaron hates kids and the thought of having his own, he gets so angry I fear he'd hurt me. If I wasn't, what the hell, I'm still going to leave. It's gotten so bad recently, he shoved me at the top of the staircase a few days ago and I managed to catch myself on the third step. I couldn't help but think back to my first night back home after running into Rooster in Virginia.

"I TOLD YOU TO STAY AWAY FROM HIM!" Aaron said as he launched the knife he was using past me. "I TOLD YOU I RAN HIM OFF! I'M SORRY!" He came over, yanking me up off the floor. "HE STILL TRIED! THIS IS YOUR FAULT!" I shook my head, sobbing hysterically. "NO IT'S NOT!" I screamed back as he rammed my back into the island, me losing balance and a falling to the ground. Aaron straddled my back and wrapped my hair around his fist. "I'M TIRED OF YOU ACTING LIKE A FUCKING WHORE!" I tried to push him off but he'd been hitting the gym and got so much stronger. "But I'll fix that, we'll train you right." He said as I heard his belt come off. "NO!"

I couldn't raise a baby with him, it wouldn't work, this poor baby would be in danger. My hand rested over my stomach as I pulled into my parents driveway. I had to figure out where to go, somewhere Aaron wouldn't find me. Mom pulled into the driveway and we both got out. "Here, go." She handed me the bag and I rushed in straight to the downstairs bathroom. I pulled the tests out, opening three. "Need anything?" Mom asked as she leaned on the doorframe. "A few minutes of privacy and some tea, please." She nodded and shut the door behind her.

After I used the bathroom I capped the sticks and laid them out on the counter and set a timer on my phone. After about ten seconds I walked out, not able to just stand there and wait. "So?" Mom asked handing my the glass of sweet tea. "I have to wait. I need to talk to you and daddy." She nodded and led me upstairs to my dads office. "Hey, sweetie!" He cheered seeing me. "Sit down, daddy." He furrowed his brows but did so, mama sitting in a chair beside his desk. "What's wrong?" I sighed. "A few years ago, at the gala. Rooster and I danced together and he admitted he had feelings for me. He told me, he'd give it all up for me. That he would've walked right up to Iceman that night and turned in his wings if I asked, but of course I couldn't. Before I could say anything, Aaron cut in and we had that big blow up. He admitted he didn't like Rooster and said that unless I stopped talking to him or seeing him he would pin us for adultery. I couldn't stand to be the reason Rooster lost everything."

My parents were shocked, mom wiped the tears from my cheeks. "The week I stayed with Phoenix before I left for Top gun, I spoke to Rooster. I hadn't spoke to him in a whole year, I had told him to stay away from me. He told me he still cared and if I asked, he'd drop everything and fly out to San Francisco for the weekend." My dad stared at me. "Caila. Did you-" I nodded. "We never slept together but he kissed me and I let him. We spent that weekend together and it was the best I had felt in so long." I cried, trying to soothe myself. "I was gonna file for divorce when I got home, but the lawyer I called told Aaron." My dad sat straight up in his chair, his hands folded on the oak desk. "He showed up in Miramar, we got into it and I tried to make him leave. He threw me into walls, he hits me, and my first night back from tour. He knew Rooster showed up, he threw a knife at me! Hell, he tried to push me down the staircase the other day! I explained as I cried. "He told me I could never leave him!"

"Caila, why couldn't you leave?" I inhaled deeply. "H-he's having Rooster followed. He's in touch with some enforcer, as payment for getting the guys brother out of jail, the enforcer is following Rooster for Aaron. He showed me!" I squealed, standing up and pacing the room. "I watched this guy aim a rifle at Rooster, and he almost pulled the trigger. I told Aaron I would stay and he didn't. Now any time I go against him that's his threat. I couldn't live to be the reason something happened to Rooster. If I leave, he'll have him killed!" My mom stood and pulled me into her. "I love him, mama." I choked out as she held me. I opened my eyes and saw my daddy, staring out the window. "Will you go get the tests?" I whispered and my mom nodded and left.

"Daddy, I think I'm pregnant." He whipped around to me. "If I am, it's Aaron's." His face went pale and he collapsed into his seat. "Daddy, I'm leaving. I have to get out. I can't live in that house anymore, with him, pregnant or not." He had his face resting in his hand, staring out the window. "What do you need from me?" I bit my lip. "Protection for Rooster, Aaron will go after him and I can't have him hurt daddy." He chuckled lightly. "I knew the minute I saw you two together, there was something there." I gave him a sad smile. "I'll do it." I hugged him tightly. "Thank you." He hugged me back as mom came in.

"I haven't looked at them. I've kept them turned over." Mom said walking over to the desk. She handed them to me as dad stood next to me. I took them from mom, turning one over and gasping. 'Pregnant'. I flipped the other two, and they said the same thing. "I'm having a baby." I whispered, many emotions ran through me but I think my two most prominent were fear, and joy. I've always wanted kids, but I accepted it wasn't safe enough. "I'm gonna be a mom." I took a minute for this to sink in, a hand drifting down to my belly.

My parents held me for a few minutes as I cried, them shedding a few tears themselves. "Mom?" She hummed. "Do you still have Phoenix's number?" She sniffled and pulled out her phone, pulling up her number and writing it on a sheet of paper for me. "Where are you gonna go?" Dad asked. "Well, if Phoenix can forgive me, then to her house. If not, I don't know where but I'll figure it out and let you know." They nodded. "Do you want us to go to the house with you while you pack?" I shook my head as I headed downstairs. "No, if he sees y'all on the camera he'll come home early." They nodded. "I'll call you when I figure out what I'm doing, but daddy please, make sure he's safe." He nodded as I grabbed my purse. I pulled them into a hug, a few tears escaping. "No matter what, I love y'all."

They watched as I stuffed the tests into my purse and got into my jeep. They continued to watch as I backed out of the driveway and took off down the road, back to my house. I'm really pregnant, I'm having a baby. A smile crept onto my face as I laid a hand on my stomach. "I'm gonna do right by you baby, I promise." I muttered to myself. As I arrived home I got out of the jeep as if nothing was wrong, as soon as I got through the door I pulled out the number mom gave me and dialed it, rushing upstairs. It continued to ring as I put it on speaker and grabbed my duffle from the closet. "Hello?" I was so relieved to hear her voice. "Phoenix?" I asked as I stuffed some clothes into my bag. "Caila?" I sighed. "Phoenix, I need help." I choked out, the reality of what I was doing setting in. "What's going on?" I needed to be one hundred percent honest with her. "I'm pregnant. I'm leaving, today, in probably twenty minutes." She sighed. "Phoenix, I'm serious. I am packing a bag right now! I'll send you a picture, a video, whatever but I need somewhere to go that he won't find me."

"Okay, only because I care. Not because I forgive you." I cried out at her words. "God bless your soul Phoenix. I'm driving, so it'll be a few days before I get there." I said as I finished tossing in my toiletries. I grabbed the earrings and necklace Rooster bought me and packed them. "Okay, I have a week left on deployment. I'll tell Bianca your coming, she'll put you in my room for now." I nodded as I grabbed my phone and rushed to Aaron's office downstairs.

"Thank you. I just-this is the most dangerous point. Leaving always is." I said as I opened a drawer in his desk and saw the fireproof safe, I punched in the code but it wouldn't open. I was so angry I kicked it, "SON OF A BITCH!" I yelled out as I slammed my hand on his desk. "What happened?" Phoenix asked. "He changed the code on the safe! I can't get my birth certificate or my social security card." I moved my hand and saw a document with my name on it, laid across the cluttered desk. "Oh my god." I read over the lines, my blood running cold.

"You'll be of more use to me dead!" Aaron yelled as I felt his hands hit the back of my shoulders, shoving me head first down the staircase I was trying to get down. I managed to grab the banister and stop myself after one roll.

"Magnolia?" I heard her voice but she sounded so far away. 'Life insurance policy of $10,000,000 on Caila Wilder' "Phoenix." I picked up my phone, snapping pictures of the documents. "I'm sending you pictures of this, I need proof." I sent them and ran my hands through my hair, he really was trying to kill me. "Oh my god." She muttered. "He pushed me down the stairs a few days ago, I caught the banister and stopped myself." Ten million? How the hell did he get so much?

"I'm leaving, now. I can't stay here anymore." I said as I rushed out of the office, only to bump into a chest. I looked up and saw the angry look on Aaron's face. "Why were you in my office? Where do you think you're gonna run too?" I took a step back for each step he took closer. "Magnolia?" Phoenix asked as I started hyperventilating. "Get in the car." "No." I shook my head, attempting to step around him. "I SAID GET IN THE CAR!" He grabbed my hair, yanking me backwards off my feet. "LET ME GO!" I screamed as I dropped my phone, my hands grabbing my hair. "CAILA?!" He pulled me to my feet and wrapped his arm around my waist, lifting me. I threw my elbow into his face, but he just narrowly missed it. "I SAID LET ME GO!" I yelled out again as he dragged my towards the garage. I grabbed the door frame, holding on tightly. "PHOENIX! CALL MY PARENTS!" I yelled out as I ripped off the doorframe.

I tried to fight my way out of his arms as he opened the passenger side door and slammed me inside, smacking my head on the roof. I grabbed my head, holding it as he got in. I wanted to get out but my vision became blurry. He sped out of the driveway and down the road, hopping on the freeway. My vision cleared and I clutched the handle above my seat. Aaron was mumbling things and running his hands through his hair. "Why can't you see that I love you, Caila?" I pursed my lips and looked at him incredulously. "Because this." I motioned between us. "Is not love!" He slammed his hands on the steering wheel. "Yes it is!" "You beat the shit out of me! That's not love!"

"You just think you know what love is, you think Rooster showed you!" I shook my head. "I have been loyal to you, all these years. You're the one who cheated on me!" He was moving to fast for me to jump out of the car, even though now we're on a back road. "I know about the life insurance policy, that's why you tried to throw me down the stairs." He stared out the window. "You don't love me Aaron, you haven't in a long time, if ever." He scoffed. "I did love you, but I originally asked you out as a joke. I wasn't supposed to show up for our date." I leaned my head back as tears fell. "But you were so kind and sweet, I felt bad, I pitied you so I went. But then I had fun and over time I grew to love you."

"Just let me go, Aaron." I muttered. "No! You're my wife and if I can't have you, no one can!" We were driving up a mountain when I realized what he was gonna do. If he drives us off this mountain neither of us will live, that includes my baby. "STOP!" I yelled as I grabbed the wheel, he swung his fist and connected with my temple as he jerked the wheel. I felt us go air born for a second and somehow in that time I managed to yank my seatbelt over me and click it. We hit the ground and slid down the hill, us being jostled everywhere. We suddenly slammed into a down tree, the momentum flipping us over it and rolling us multiple times until we slammed into two trees that stopped us upside down. That's when everything went dark.

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My entire body ached, my back especially. I managed to barely open my eyes, the room was dark, but I could tell it was light outside. "Hey, Magnolia." I heard a voice say quietly, I turned and saw Phoenix, she was in her khakis, her hair falling out of her bun. "Phoenix?" She nodded as tears fell down her cheeks. "I thought you had a week left." She bit her lip as she pressed the call button. "I did, it's been a week since your accident." "Wh-what?" She nodded as the lights flicked on and the doctor came in, my parents behind him. My parents rushed over grabbing my hand and cradling my face. "Oh, thank god." My mom said as she kissed my hair.

"Mrs. Wilder, glad to see you awake." I looked at the doctor, he was tall, dark headed. "What were my injuries?" He chuckled as he stood at the foot of the bed. "Right to the point." He looked at his chart. "You have a concussion, you had a tib fib fracture of the left leg, as well as an incomplete injury to your spine. Your L-1." I sighed and leaned my head back. "You'll walk again, your surgery confirmed that. It will just take time." Mom brushed my hair out of my face as Phoenix took my hand. "We had you in a medically induced coma, to give you time to heal and it seems like it has given you a great jump start on the healing process."

"What about my baby?" He looked at his chart again. "You were measuring just at eleven weeks." My head snapped up. "Were?" Phoenix moved to kneel by my bed, one hand holding mine, the other brushing tears from my face. He nodded, "Your seatbelt locked and you were thrown against it. You had a placental abruption, which means your placenta separated from your uterus when the seatbelt caught you. We had to perform a D&C since we put you into the medically induced coma, your body couldn't do it on it's own." Phoenix moved to sit on the bed and pulled me into her as my mom rubbed my back. "NO!" I cried as Phoenix held me. After a while I managed to calm down. "I'm so sorry, Mrs. Wilder. Can I get you anything or anyone? Perhaps your husband? He's been asking to see you." I shook my head. "I want an officer and someone get me a goddamn divorce lawyer!"

Within twenty minutes and officer showed up and I spilled everything. From Aaron hitting me, to him threatening Rooster. They sent officers to the house where they arrested Aaron, but I knew he wouldn't be there long. Two days after I got out of the hospital I went with Phoenix to sign my divorce papers, having an officer serve them to Aaron. After that I got everything out of the house that was mine or that I wanted, and had it moved to a storage unit. I even sold the house in the months I was in rehab. After three months and most all of the mobility in my hips returned I went with Phoenix to San Francisco.

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That's how I got here, about a year after my accident. Aaron is refusing to sign the papers, so I'm technically still married. I bought an air stream and moved to my mamaw's property in Tennessee, I've found peace out here, twenty minutes from anything and total isolation. I spent most of my days sitting outside under my awning, reading or hiking with Dahlia. Moving to such a small space has been a change for her and she's full grown now standing at two feet and a half feet on all fours and a hundred and fifteen pounds.

Since the airstream is small we spend a lot of time working out outside. The navy offered me retirement and I refused, I'm not done yet. I've spent the last year working hard to get back in the skies, no more distractions, Dahlia and my naval career are all I need to worry about. I haven't received any deployments or missions since before my accident. I'm twenty-nine now, and I'm thriving more than ever at this point in my life. Of course, it's taken a lot of therapy to get here, physical and mental.

I was on a hike with Dahlia as my phone buzzed with a call. "Hello?" I asked as I stopped on a ridge, overlooking the beautiful smoky mountains. "Lieutenant Motley, this is Commander Phillips." I smiled. "Good morning, Commander. How may I help you?" A call, an actual call. "You've been called back to Top Gun, Lieutenant." My brows furrowed. "May I ask, why?" It was quiet for a moment. "We've had a mission come up, many Top Gun graduates are returning. You will be briefed when you arrive. Report to Top gun in two weeks time at 0600." I nodded. "Yes, sir." I snapped at Dahlia who started wandering off. "And Lieutenant." "Yes, sir." "We're all glad to know you're okay." I chuckled. "Thank you, sir." The line clicked and I smiled jumping up. "WOO!" I yelled out. "Come on, Dahlia. We gotta pack up!" She ran ahead as I took off with her back to the camper.

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Dahlia was whining in the backseat, she's been cooped up back there for the past two hours. "We have five minutes, Dahls. Hang in." She whined in my ear from the back of my jeep at my words. "Don't talk back to me." I had the windows down letting the wonderful San Diego air into the car. Soon I was pulling into the driveway of a little three bedroom bungalow on the beach. I turned off the jeep and grabbed Dahlia's leash, pulling her out. "Ms. Motley, I am so happy you made it safely!" Mr. Willis cheered. "I'm happy too! I have been looking forward to this since we got off the phone." I said shaking his hand. "First off thank you for your service." I smiled. "No need to thank me."

"Like we discussed, you'll be here for three months?" I nodded. "I'm only supposed to be here for three weeks but, I think spending some time out here will be good for Dahlia and I." He nodded. "Well let's go in." He motioned and I followed him inside. "Master and spare are upstairs, as well as an additional guest room down here." I admired the little bungalow, it was open floor plan. The living room was decent size, not too big, but the kitchen was a dream. Beautiful marble counters that covered almost three whole walls. But my favorite had to be the large glass folding doors that led out back to the beautiful yard. "The gate outback takes a little jiggling, but it opens out to the beach, I had this fence put in when you told me you had the little one. I admired to oak paneled fencing, standing at eight feet. "Thank you, she's never jumped a fence before but she's still young. Too clumsy to jump it in all honesty."

I noticed the gate between my house and the one next door. "Why is there a gate there?" He chuckled. "No one has lived in that house since the eighties, but the same people have owned it since." I nodded. "Would you mind if I planted some things back here and out front? I love a little greenery." He nodded. "That would be nice. We haven't had plants out here since my wife passed." I smiled at him. "You do whatever you need to make it feel like home." I nodded. He handed me the keys and I spun around in the empty house. "We got our own house Dahlia!" She jumped on me, knocking me over as I laughed.

The next two weeks were spent decorating and buying furniture. Soon this house was a home, I had family pictures up, my office was set and there were plants all over inside and outside. "Yes, mom. I'm okay, I'm actually excited to hit the skies!" I laughed out as I set up a few more pictures. "Have you set up the frame I got?" I stared at the very frame in my hand. It was a photo of me, pregnancy test in hand with my hand over my mouth. Next to it was a spot to hold the test, "Putting it on the mantle now." I said as I set it dead center. "You sure you're gonna be okay to look at it?" I nodded. "Yeah, I think I'm ready. It's been a year mama." I heard her sniffle. "Goodness, if you start cryin, I'm gonna start cryin and I'm so over cryin!" I said making her laugh. "Just promise to check in, okay?" I nodded. "Yes, ma'am." We exchanged 'I love you's' before hanging up, which left me to join Dahlia on the back porch, me sitting on the large swing. I kicked up my feet and just listened to the waves, pure bliss out here.

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I fixed my chin length hair in my rearview mirror, before sliding out of the jeep and pulling my flare jeans up on my hips. I adjusted the white floral t-shirt, staring at the bar in front of me. I kicked some sand with my boots, nerves growing but I bit them down and walked in, sliding my sunglasses onto my head. I looked around, looking for Penny. It was slow, the rush hasn't started yet. As I was looking for Penny I spotted a certain Captain sitting at the bar. "My oh my, if it isn't Maverick himself." I quipped and he turned in his seat smiling at me. "Hey, sweetie." He said pulling me into a hug, kissing my head. "So, they bring you in to teach or lead?" He chuckled. "Teach." "Oof, that's rough." He chuckled. "I'm uh-sorry about your marriage." I furrowed my brows. "Daddy didn't tell you, did he?" Maverick quirked a brow. "He tried to kill me, Mav." He sat straight up in his seat, anger flooding his face. "I've spent the last year in physical and mental therapy. He drove us off a ridge, flipped a few times, hit a few trees." I looked to Maverick who pulled me into a tight hug.

"Is he alive?" I nodded. "But I basically took everything from him." He chuckled. "You are your mother's daughter." I chuckled as I saw Penny come out of the kitchen, "If you'll excuse me." I rushed over, her barely having time to set the crate down before I yanked her into a hug. "Oh my god!" She yelled, shaking me. "How are you?" I smiled at her. "That-that's a real smile! Did you?" I nodded. "He hasn't signed yet but I'm free, I sold the house, bought a camped and moved to Tennessee. Oh, and I have Dahlia." Her eyes widened. "My dog!" I cleared and she laughed. "So you and Rooster?" I shook my head. "I hurt him, P. Bad, he'll never forgive me, and I'm learning to be okay with that." She nodded and pulled me into another hug. "Well as a congratulations, your first round is free." I smiled as she led me to the bar, fixing me a Moscow mule and sliding the copper mug over as she turned to Mav. I was sitting at the far end of the bar, I could hear Hangman behind me but I just wasn't ready to talk to anyone else yet, I wanted to see who else arrived first. I knew the odds of him being here were high, he's good, he's one of the best.

Penny rung the bell and I laughed, realizing Mav had his phone on the bar. "Gotta watch it, Mav. She'll getcha." He flipped me off, making me laugh as he grinned. "What do we have here? If it ain't Phoenix!" Hangman called. I looked over to see Payback and Fanboy with her. They were talking as I leaned on the bar, opting to stand since my hips were sore from sitting all day. Nothing caught my attention until I heard Hangman. "You see that fellas?" I smirked as I sipped my drink. "That there, is a homegrown southern woman. They don't make 'em like that anymore." "Oh, and you think you can snag her?" "Watch and learn." I was trying to hold in my chuckles as he approached, coming up on my left. "Well hell- ah! It's you!" I almost spit out my drink at his reaction. "Well hi, Bagman." He rolled his eyes. "So, they brought you in too? I thought you weren't cleared to fly yet?" I held up two fingers. "Cleared two months ago, and passed training." He patted my back as he turned to Penny. "Penny, my dear."

"Yeah?" She turned as Hangman grinned at her. "I'll have four more on the old timer." I chuckled as he looked to me. "And get her a second one." I rolled my eyes but thanked him anyway. She poured the beers and mixed my drink as the crowd started pouring in. "Bradshaw!" Phoenix yelled and my head snapped up, but I ducked back down before he could see me. "You're gonna have to talk to him, Magnolia." I shook my head and took my drink from Penny. "I'm not ready, Jake." He flagged Penny. "Get her a tequila shot please, she needs a little liquid courage." Penny looked up and saw Rooster. Penny all but leaped towards the tequila and poured me a full shot. "Drink it and get your ass up there!" She demanded making me hold my hands out. "Drink." Jake said handing me the shot. "Jake, I don't know. I'm a lightweight." He rolled his eyes and nudged my hand. "Then I will drive you home, I rode with Coyote anyway. Come on." I groaned and threw the shot back before snagging my drink. "Now, come on." He said grabbing my hand and dragging me back over to the pool table.

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