#she's going to give me gray hairs before i'm 30

[tieronecrush]

water in your hands

joel miller x f!reader

rating: E (18+ ONLY, MDNI. you will be blocked if you don’t have age/range in your bio)

word count: 9.7k (she's long but hopefully good?)

summary:

You are sick, and you're married, and you might be dyin' But you're holdin' me like water in your hands…

Joel will only end up failing you. You deserve better than him. He needs you to move on, to give him peace of mind. So, he gets married to someone else, to try to force you away. Except he just can’t let you go, and you always come back when he calls. Like a dog with a bird at his door.

warnings: NO USE OF Y/N, cheating (it’s moon song y’all), marriage, age difference (joel is canon age, reader is 20s/30s), use of pet names, discussions of water/drowning, ANGST, hurt/comfort, unprotected sex, fingering, praising, lowkey possessive joel & reader, undefined relationship, alcohol use, mentions of john lennon cause he needs his own warning, joel is messy and selfish

author’s note: this is my first time writing any sort of fiction in literal years, but i couldn’t help but try to write this idea cause i'm a sad girl who wishes joel miller was real! apologies for any typos/errors, i am the actual worst at proofreading (see, my master's diss that i read at least 50 times and still had typos in the submission). any interaction is appreciated <3

PART II HERE

dividers from @saradika

Fresh snow had fallen this morning, wiping away some of the evidence of daily life here in Jackson. The air was biting, you work your sleeves over ungloved hands to keep the chill away, cheeks flushed. Snow crunches under your boots while you rush from your house to work at the Tipsy Bison, Jackson’s bar. Because of course one of the first things restored in the commune, in the middle of the apocalypse, was the one place with all the alcohol. Not that you were complaining, it gave you a job in town that you enjoyed; you got to pass time by being around people and making conversation, something you didn’t get in the small cottage that you occupied by yourself.

Keeping your eyes trained on the ground as you walk, careful to watch out for patches of ice, you only look up when you hear your name called. It’s the familiar voice of your boss; at least, you call him your boss cause he makes your shifts, but he hates to feel any sort of claim over the place since, y’know, the whole communist thing.

Tommy Miller stands near the steps up to the bar, clad in his signature look of denim and chambray, denim’s sister (the man wore a Canadian tuxedo nearly every day, you kept a tally). He’s waving you over, and before you can greet him, your attention is pulled from Tommy to the pair standing next to him. 

A man, looking slightly older than Tommy but eerily similar with light grays sprinkled in his brown hair, donning a suede winter coat that was fitted across broad shoulders. His beard was patchy, not covering much of his strong jaw. Hooked nose, syrup brown eyes, olive skin looking pale from the season. There was a scar on his right temple, and other healed injuries dotting around the exposed skin. He’s handsome.

The young girl next to him just reached the man’s shoulders at her full height, bundled up in layers of sweatshirts and an open coat that didn’t look very warm. Her beanie framed her face along with her brown hair, the look on her face one of obvious teenage annoyance. She looked barely fifteen.

Tommy started introductions, barely getting a word out before the mystery man cut him off.

“I’m Joel, Tommy’s older brother. And this is Ellie.” He gestures to the girl and she gives you a nod. Joel removes a glove and extends his hand. You meet halfway, feeling the need to apologize for your cold skin chilling his own much warmer. Work-worn fingers wrap around to meet the skin on the backside of your hand. Your mind wanders to how those hands would feel in other places like -- 

Tommy’s voice breaks up your thoughts, “They’ve been traveling for a few months now to come here to Jackson.”

A smile crosses your face, grip not yet leaving Joel’s. His mouth ticks up slightly to one side.

“Welcome to Jackson, Mr. Miller, and you too, Ellie. It’s nice to put a face to the brother that Tommy’s been telling me stories about.”

“Please, just Joel. And it’s nice to meet you too, I hope he’s only told the good stuff.” Before you can respond, Ellie quips in.

“For months you have refused to tell people your name and now the first pretty girl in this perfect fucking town and you’ve given it twice.” She rolls her eyes so hard they disappear into her skull. Been there, Ellie. The attitude of a teenager is universal, even in the apocalypse.

Joel’s head snaps to Ellie and he grits out under his breath a little too loudly, “Ellie, quit cursing.”

Blush creeps across his face and you note that he didn’t say anything about Ellie knowing he thought you were pretty. Joel breaks eye contact and lets your hand go.

“Alright, hon, we should be on our way. I won’t subject you to any more of my older brother. He’s not much of a conversationalist,” Tommy teases. Joel gives Ellie a run for her money with the intensity of his eye roll.

Waving to the newcomers, you step back to head up the stairs. Out of the corner of your eye, you swear you see Joel take the smallest step towards you, about to follow like a puppy. 

“See you later, boss. Nice to meet you again, Ellie and Joel, enjoy your tour of our perfect fucking town.”

Joel glances back over his shoulder to watch you walk into the swinging doors. Lord, if you could read his thoughts. He knew he was in trouble the moment he saw that damn smile.

The last few weeks have been torture to Joel. He and Ellie had been back in Jackson for about a month now, getting settled in their new normal. However, it wasn’t the lifestyle change that was anguishing him.

He’d thought of you a few times after he’d met you that winter; remembering your smile when Ellie was quietly resting against his back on the horse, a fever dream of you when he was in the basement of that abandoned house, a rush of nerves when Tommy brought him to the bar for the first time since he’d been back. He was infatuated with you, and now that he’s living in the same town as you, it’s gotten worse. Foolish mind daydreams of you and him together, feeling like a teenager again with the way you make his knees weak. He’s been careful not to spend much time alone with you, reminding himself that he shouldn’t let someone like you get involved with someone like him. All he’d do was fail you, fail to give you a good life. Words were carved into his skull at this point:

You’re too broken, too bruised, too scarred, and full of guilt - you’re going to fail her, too..

The small two-bedroom cottage diagonal to his and Ellie’s house was yours, and the proximity wasn’t helping his situation. And not only were you his neighbor, but you worked at the place where Joel spent a good chunk of his free time - the bar. He’d get drinks with Tommy or other guards after a shift, and that evolved to going by himself in hopes to see you and drown his guilt over those hopes (among a lot of other things).

It’s these nights when he’s become a bit looser with his self-inflicted rules around you. He occupies the stool at the end of the bar, stealing glances as you help other customers. His index finger rims the dry glass in front of him. You approach with that same damn smile aimed at him. It’s a dangerous combination along with the liquor, both fuzz his rationality.

“Another one, Mr. Miller?” you nod to his glass, reaching out to take it from him. Soft fingertips brush over his skin, sending a jolt of energy up his arm. 

He clears his throat and answers, “Now, darlin’, I think I told you to call me Joel. Actually, at this point, I think it would be classified as begging. Mr. Miller makes me feel old.”

Throwing your head back with a laugh, the skin of your neck is exposed. His tongue involuntarily wets his lips when he thinks of leaving a mark there.

“Feel old? You are old, Miller,” he fakes offensive, eyebrows raised, “Aw, c’mon Joel, you know I’m just kiddin’. You’ve still got it. That silver fox thing you got goin’ on really does it for women ‘round here.”

He wants to be bold enough to ask if it’s doing anything for you, but instead, he huffs a laugh and shakes his head in disbelief, taking the two fingers of whiskey you poured.

“And how do you know that, darlin’? Haven’t had many offers for courtship since I got here.”

“I work in the bar. Women get drunk and spill their every thought. Including that the new guy with the daughter is hot,” you lean over the edge of the bar top, face less than a foot in front of him. Your eyes shift down to his lips. “Plus, I might encourage the conversation with my own thoughts.”

That smile again, except now it’s more of a smirk. He sips his drink, capturing the lingering alcohol with a lick of his lips. Your eyes go again, watching his tongue.

“I’m glad I can be such a riveting topic of conversation for you, sweetheart. Hope it’s good thoughts only.”

“Wouldn’t say the thoughts I have about you are good, Joel,” he swallows hard hearing the flirtation in your comment, feeling his jeans tighten.

Snapped out of hazy judgment, he resurfaces from the alcoholic tides; the rules he has about you act as a life preserver for him to cling to before getting caught in your rip current.

Joel throws back the rest of his drink, standing from the stool. He needs to get out of here if he wants to keep his promise to himself. Well, not that he wants to, but it’s what’s right. He can’t get you involved with his broken self. Your face drops slightly at the sight of him leaving, and part of him wants to lean over the bar to grab your face and kiss you hard in reassurance that he has the same kind of thoughts. But he can’t.

So he wishes you goodnight and walks home, angry with himself for nearly crossing the line. But he can’t help but think of your smile, and those flirty comments, as he tries to fall asleep.

You’re wide awake. Every time you close your eyes, your brain starts looping your conversation with Joel. Fingers rub circles in your temples, cursing to yourself as you get the replay of his extremely quick exit after you’d said you have…not so good thoughts about him.

The only indication you’d gotten from him that he felt any type of way toward you is his periodic visits to the bar on his own, spending the night chatting and laughing with you. You’d sometimes find yourself meeting his stare when you’d see each other across the street from your porches or in town.

But he’d never made a move, hell the most he’d touch you was to take a glass of whiskey or beer bottle from you. So why did you think he would suddenly reciprocate when you’d made openly flirty comments?

You needed some air. Just to clear your head of this embarrassing play-by-play. You pull yourself to stand and grab the sweatshirt at the end of your bed before heading out.

Jackson had the sort of late spring, early summer climate that happened to be your favorite. Warm, mildly humid days that brought the colors back after winter, and chillier nights, the right temperature to keep your cotton sleeping shorts on and add an extra layer up top to keep you warm.

Without thinking, you started towards the old barn on the edge of the residential area. The structure had seen better days, mostly used for storage now, but the open field behind it had an incredible view of the sky at night. It was a place you loved to go when that deep, dull ache in your chest wouldn’t quit.

Gravel crunches softly under your feet, small pebbles slip out from under your soles with each step. Not remotely focused on what’s in front of you, it comes as a surprise when hands land on your biceps. Your knee-jerk reaction is to scream, but as you look from the ground to the person grabbing you, the sound dies in your throat when you meet chestnut eyes.

“Jesus, Joel, you scared the shit out of me! Hasn’t anyone told you, you can’t just go grabbing women at night? Well, at any time of the day, really.” Your voice is rasped into a whisper despite the fact that there’s not a soul around.

“Maybe you should be paying a bit more attention to your surroundings when you’re walking by yourself at night, sweetheart” Joel counters, mouth ticking up to the side as his drawl continues, “Don’t know who’s lurking in the shadows in little ol’ Jackson.”

“You’re apparently the only person lurking, and you’re not doing a very good job since you just came right up to me.”

“Couldn’t help myself, I guess. What’re you doin’ out here at this hour?”

Heat burns under the surface of your skin when Joel drops his hands from your arms, the sensation radiating throughout the rest of your body. “Couldn’t sleep. I was gonna go sit out in the field behind the barn for a bit, admire the moon.”

He lights up with the first genuine smile you’ve seen from him. He has the best poker face out of anyone you know, but a part of you hopes that he feels like he doesn’t need it around you.

“Mind if I join ya, darlin’? Might be nice to stargaze a bit.”

You have to hold back from nodding frantically, attempting to play it off as if you’re weighing your options, “I don’t mind at all. You can teach me about the stars.”

The walk over is quiet but comfortable. At the shabby split-rail fence, you lift your foot to the lowest rail and push off the ground to mount the barrier. Joel’s hand meets the small of your back to hold you steady. Heat emanates from the spot, fingertips brushing your sweatshirt. His warmth leaves you as you make it over, watching as he easily clears the fencing with one smooth movement.

“Any spot in particular?”

As an answer, you grab Joel’s hand. Nerves bubble in your stomach, two steps ahead with your arm outstretched behind. His larger strides are quick to close the gap, arms between your bodies with palms pressed together. His hand shifts in yours, fingers lacing with yours and curling around the outside of your smaller hand, his thumb skimming back and forth.

Steps slow at a small clearing in the tall, overgrown grass, settling down on the dewy ground. He lays back with you, not focusing on the stars right away. His eyes are a cooler shade in the moonlight, yet no warmth is lost in the way he looks as if he’d been waiting for this moment.

Suddenly aware of yourself under his stare, you lightly clear your throat and turn toward the sky. “Do you know a lot about astronomy? I never got to learn much, other than my brother teaching me how to find the north star to navigate.”

Joel’s attention moves to the stars, his voice coming out lower and softer than in the daylight, “I used to know a lot more. Did a lot of camping before and learned to find the major constellations. Taught Ellie some of ‘em, and now she’s got a few books on astronomy. She kept saying how she wanted to fly, go to space or the moon like Sally Ride.”

“She’d be a pretty badass astronaut.”

He laughs softly, nodding before his expression settles into one of reminiscence and guilt all muddled together.

“You’re not wrong,” he pauses shortly before continuing, “But, I think I can still remember most of the constellations. What’s that thing called where you’re assigned one when you’re born?”

“Astrology?”

“That’s it. I know where my constellation is. I’m a Libra, whatever that means.”

Joel lifts your joined hands, his index fingers extended as he traces out the shape of scales in the corner of the sky.

Pulling the limited memories you have from the book you’d found sitting on a shelf at home, you follow Joel’s finger, “Libras are supposed to be balanced, that’s the whole scales thing, I guess. And impartial, but sometimes indecisive. Oh, and charming.”

Joel nestles your hands back on the ground. “Balanced, impartial, and indecisive? Sounds a lil’ vague, darlin��. Not sure I’m believin’ the stars can tell you about your personality.”

“Well, they got the charming part right about you. You’re certainly a Southern gentleman, got ladies swooning left and right.”

“Nah, I don’t even notice ‘em. Too busy focused on someone I’m pretty charmed by myself.”

You let go of Joel’s hand, turning onto your side to face him. He mirrors you, and you take the chance to lean in. Lips touch together with a brush, breaths fanning over both of your faces as you wait for his response.

Joel sits up, weight resting on his elbow. Broad shoulders lean over to shift you onto your back, rich eyes never leaving you. His touch is confident, a large hand fully cups the side of your face. Fingers sprawl along your jaw, thumb on your cheekbone. His frame leans further over yours, lips hovering as his voice breaks the moment of silence in a rasp, “This okay?”

Your voice thick with anticipation answers, “Yes.”

His kiss sends ripples of tension over your body. Fingers curl into the fabric of his sleeves, feet press into the dewy earth, chest tightens with quickened beating, lips match his depth. He tastes minty from toothpaste, mixed with notes of the Tennessee whiskey he orders. It’s intoxicating, reminders of him to seep into your daily life.

Joel brings you closer with a hand in your hair. His tongue traces your lips, parting them to let him in. When his fingers leave the crown of your head, his touch floats over your body, caressing your waist, sprawling under your breast, and jumping to your exposed thigh. He’s pressing your skin back against your body as if you were going to flow out from under him.

His frame shifts over you, pulling him away and breaths mix from open-mouth exhales. Legs open and hands find purchase on his expansive shoulders, heat pooling at your center when his knees settle between yours.

“You’re so beautiful, darlin’,” Joel’s earthy tone sighs, his hands moving along your body with a rumble of satisfaction brewing out of his chest.

His touch surrounds your cheeks as if he was bringing water up to drink from his hands, only your lips are the means to quench his thirst. You moan into the deep kiss, finding a frantic rhythm together. Fingertips dance along his torso to reach the hem of his navy t-shirt.

Hot, humid kisses line your neck to the collar of your sweatshirt. Tugging at the fabric and slipping his hand underneath, you comply to get the material off. Your t-shirt follows in its wake, the chill of the ground and Joel’s touch spreading goosebumps on your skin.

You breathe out a moan at his teeth scraping the curve of your shoulder, hands pulling at his shirt. He follows the silent order, getting the soft cotton over his head.

His hips grind down, arousal flooding your core. Another moan slips at the feeling of Joel’s breath meeting a small peak on your chest, sucking the pebbled skin.

Hips jerk up against his bulge, Joel’s throaty groan cutting into the night.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so soft…”

He gives the same treatment to the opposite breast and large fingers hook in the waistband of your shorts, tugging lightly to ask permission.

“Touch me, please. Wanna feel you…”

Joel’s lips separate from the skin with a pop. Your shorts come off, Joel retaking his place between your velvety thighs.

His eyes worship your body, dark with lust but still harboring a warmth. A slight ache burns in your hips that you completely ignore when his knuckles brush up your covered slit.

There isn’t a single thought in his head that doesn’t revolve around you.

His fingers slide against the last piece of fabric covering you, feeling your wetness through it. Your delicate sounds encourage him, thumb finding your clit and rubbing slow circles. He watches for a moment, eyes catching your face as you whine.

“Joel, please…”

His teasing doesn’t cease. Instead, he removes his thumb from your clit, hooking his finger to pull your panties to the side and exposing your wetness to the chill of the night.

“Gonna have to tell me what you want, darlin’. Not a mind reader…” He grins as you huff out your frustration.

“Please, Jesus Christ, want your fingers inside of me…” you look at him impatiently as you wait for an answer.

Biting his lip to hold back a groan, he pulls your panties off to leave you completely naked under him. His mouth waters, taking you all in as his touch runs up your bent knees.

Two fingers gather your wetness, pressing harder circles into your clit. Your whimpers egg him on, slipping down to tease your entrance with one finger.

“Good girl. ‘M gonna make this pretty pussy come around my fingers.”

With a smirk, one finger slides into you. Moans fill the still air, the tightness of you around his middle finger making him stiffen. A second finger easily joins the first to work you open.

His name is repeated like a prayer when he hooks his fingers on the uptick, searching for that rough patch inside your walls.

“Fuck, Joel, feels so fucking good,” you writhe under his touch, the sight and sound of you falling apart making him ache. He uses the hand resting on your stomach as a temporary fix for himself, a deep moan interrupting the orchestra of your whimpers and wetness. He pulls his hand away from his jeans, the need to feel you come overpowering his own.

He moves in circles around clit while fingers work in and out quicker, wanton moans growing louder and higher in pitch to accompany the sounds of your drenched cunt.

“So tight around my fingers. Feels good, yeah? You gonna come for me, sweet girl?”

The sounds you make in response are lewd, pleasure overtaking you as you rasp out, “Joel, I-I’m-”

“I know, baby. Let it happen.”

His words push you over the edge, fingers nearly pushed out from how hard you clench around them. Moans flood his ears, and all he can focus on is making that feeling last for you.

Soft breaths return when you’ve recovered, hand finding him hard and working your palm. Fingers open his button and fly, shoving the fabric as far down as you can manage.

“You sure, darlin’? We don’t have to, watching you was enough for me.”

You make your way inside his jeans, fingers wrapping around his cock and stroking slowly. He’d never really been one to care about underwear in the middle of the apocalypse, and right now he was thanking his past, lazy self for the lack of barrier. A shudder ripples down his spine, your touch so much better than his own fist.

“‘M sure, baby. Need you inside of me,” he twitches in your loose grip at the request, pushing his pants down just far enough to free himself.

Nails scrape against his scarred chest, a moan escaping you as he guides the head of his cock through your slick before positioning himself at your entrance.

His eyes lock onto where your bodies meet as he enters with a gentle thrust, your nails biting into the skin under his collarbone. He looks for a second at your face, your nod permission for him to move once you’ve adjusted to the stretch. 

He nearly comes at the sight of you taking him fully, your tightness and warmth making the edges of his vision blur. “So, so good, baby…Feels so tight and warm and wet. Perfect, you’re perfect.”

Wetness pools around the base of him and onto the grass below, drenching the sound of skin meeting skin. He watches your eyes screw shut, whimpering as you take every thrust, “Fuck, Joel. Feel so full, ‘m close already.”

His hips work you harder, feeling that taut rope in his gut near its breaking point. One hand leaves your leg held against him, licking his thumb to make quick movements on your clit. His name tumbles from your lips in a high-pitched whine and your head presses back against the ground.

“Come for me, baby.”

Your walls grip him tighter and nearly knock the wind out of his lungs, your back arching off of the grass and nails biting into his shoulders. Eyes open when you settle, clouded and full of pleasure. His thrusts grow sloppy as he chases after his own high.

“Fuck, ‘m close. Feel so damn good.”

“Come for me, please Joel, wanna see you come.”

Your begging snaps that taut feeling in his gut; he quickly pulls out and replaces your warmth with his fist. His chin falls to his chest with a guttural moan as he watches his spend cover your lower stomach, glistening in the soft light. Warmth spreads across his body in a tingle, pleasure clearing his head.

They say drowning is one of the more peaceful ways to go. Once the first few breaths of water fill your lungs, your muscles relax and there’s a warmth that washes over you. Then you pass out and everything goes black. It’s not comfortable, but the tranquility makes it better.

Joel feels like he’s drowned in you, muscles relaxed, warm peace in his chest. His vision is black for a moment, breaths deep in recovery. His eyes adjust to see moonlight flooding your face and body in cool blue. His hands start roaming again, softer this time. Pulling out of you slowly, your whimper meets his small hiss.

He lays you on your side to face him, your form molding like fresh clay.

“You okay?”

Your eyes close contently when his fingers brush your hair from your face, humming, “Fantastic. I wanted that to happen ever since I met you.”

His heart beats quicker at your confession, his mind immediately repeating those words - you’re going to fail her, too.

He only holds you closer in response, and by the time you’re both dressed again and walking back to your street, he knows that he can’t let this continue.

Guilt harbored in his chest over forcing himself to avoid you for weeks after you’d given him exactly what he longed for. He didn’t want you to think that he saw you as a one-night stand, it had felt like more than he wanted to admit, but he couldn’t seek you out to apologize. If he saw you alone, he’d end up doing it all over again. He didn’t regret it. He was just trying to do right by you. Give you space, give you the means to move on before you’d drift too far into the deep end with him.

So he decided to move on himself, try to force your hand into someone else’s if you saw him coupled up. It was cruel, but that’s who he was deep down. Cruel, guilty, undeserving.

He asked Tommy to set him up with someone, and his brother told him about a nice widow who’d been in Jackson since the beginning and had mentioned how cute she thought Joel was. That was enough for him. He asked her out that night.

He’d been dating Heather for a couple of months now. She was pretty, with medium blonde hair and blue eyes. Not much younger than him. Everyone knew they were together, and he assumed that meant you did too. He’d seen you around, eyes never meeting while he walked to his house hand-in-hand with her. He heard rumors of you leaving the Tipsy Bison with a guy in tow a few times, and despite the pang of jealousy that he felt, he kept reminding himself that this was right. You’d fall in love with that guy or someone else, forgetting all about him.

A few months of dating led them to a quick engagement. Joel still couldn’t get you out of his head and took extreme measures to ensure nothing more would happen. They got married in his backyard in a small ceremony. The occasion was lowkey, at the request of Joel. Word spread after the first outing Joel had taken to the market, the silver band on his finger telling everyone what they wanted to know. Each conversation came with congratulations to him and his new wife. He returned them with tight, polite smiles, hiding the oozing guilt that was filling his chest.

Joel had found out that you’d skipped work a few times when Tommy mentioned it in passing on patrol, which was extremely unlike you considering you loved your job. He knew it was because of his marriage.

He tried to bury his worry, telling himself that he was doing the right thing. For him and for you.

Heather had lived her young life with her first husband, she wouldn’t grow to resent him for what he failed to give her. You would move on, as he did, and find some nice guy to settle down with, who could give you what you were looking for. What you deserved.

The worry carried over the day, his brain jumping to worst-case scenarios. He had to make sure you were okay. He would knock on your door to see if you were there. It was the neighborly thing to do.

Joel silently left his bed with his wife sleeping next to him, slipping out the front door in the hours before dawn. He needed to check on you, even if he had to look in through your windows to make sure you were alive. Knuckles lightly rapped on your door, and just as he was nearly about to go find your bedroom window, the door cracked apart from the jamb, and your face was lit by the soft night light.

“What are you doing here?” He can taste the bitterness in your tone.

He swallows down at the toes of his boots, raising both shoulders in a small shrug.

“Tommy said you skipped out on work most of this week. Just wanted to make sure you were alright. That you were alive.” He tries to joke, but your expression remains annoyed.

“Well, I’m fine. Alive. You should probably go, your wife’s at home.”

The door starts to shut, but he quickly grips the edge, rasping out, “I need to talk to you.”

You pause for a second before opening the door. Not waiting for him, you move to sit on your couch. Joel strides over, sitting at the other end and cheating his body towards you curled up in the corner.

 “What do you need to talk about?”

“I need to apologize to you. I shouldn’t have ignored you after that night. Hell, that night shouldn’t have even happened. I got caught up-”

“Do you regret it?”

He thinks about saying yes. It would make everything so much easier. You could hate him, call him an asshole for fucking you and breaking your heart. But he can’t lie to you.

“No. I could never regret it.”

“So why shouldn’t it have happened?”

He sighs, wringing his hands together and resting his elbows on his knees.

“Honestly? I’ve been trying so hard to do right by you, darlin’. You deserve so much more than me. I’m broken, bruised, scarred. I’ve lived an ugly life, and I don’t want to end up giving any part of it to you. I can barely live with myself for the things I’ve done, even if I’ve done them to save my people. I’ve lost so much, and taken all the same. You’re so bright. I see it in that beautiful smile of yours. You deserve someone who can add beauty to your life, to live a long while with you. I can’t do that for you. All I’m going to do is fail you; it’s all I can seem to do these days. So I chose for us, and I moved on, and I hope you can find the same thing.”

After a breath, he feels like he can face you. That confidence crumbles immediately when he sees the tears streaming down your cheeks, the soft sniffle as you wipe your runny nose with your sleeve.

“That’s not true, Joel. You could never fail me because all I ever wanted you to give me was yourself. I love you, Joel. You are someone that can give me a beautiful life. Or could’ve, I guess, but now…” your eyes flick to the band on his left ring finger, “What you did was so fucking selfish, Joel. You couldn’t even have a conversation with me. And no matter how angry I get with you, I still can’t help but fucking love you.”

All he can do is kiss you. He’s spilling every emotion he can’t speak into this kiss. It would be wrong to tell you what you want to hear from him, even if it hurts to keep it inside him. His hands run over your body, gathering you in his arms and guiding you back to your bedroom.

He shouldn’t keep going. He should stop. But the feeling of your lips on his, your soft skin in his hands, and the fact that you love him keep his feet moving down the short hallway.

He can’t give you up. He was in way too deep and he would be damned if he wasn’t going to pull you in with him.

Despite the anger, sadness, and betrayal, your love for him overpowered it all. You needed to show him, to let him go with a searing memory of how you feel.

All of the actions between you two are sloppier than before. Each touch is rougher, grabbing at whatever you can take in the midst of heady kisses. Every movement is filled with unspoken words.

Joel gently pushes you the last few inches onto your bed, kicking off his boots and working at the buttons of his shirt, “Take it all off, baby, don't wanna waste a second.”

You’re only apart for as long as it takes for clothes to be shed. Back against the pillows of your unmade bed, arms pull Joel in and legs spread wide. His weight is supported with one arm, a soft moan exhaled as he bites his mark into your neck. Fingers move through your wetness, circling your clit.

It’s your turn to be selfish, and all you want is for Joel to feel himself inside of you. To remember what it’s like to have you when he goes home. To think about you when he fucks his wife. It feels wrong to want that, but you can’t help but feel a claim over him. The fingers tangled in his hair pull his head from its spot at the curve of your shoulder. You meet his lust-blown eyes and speak your demand.

“Fuck me, please, I need you now.”

Joel groans, fingers ceasing their movement as he questions you, “You sure, darlin’? You ready for me right now?”

“Yes, ‘m ready, please, baby,” you plead with him.

Joel repositions himself upright on his knees between your wide legs, stroking himself to get fully hard. He drags the head of his cock up your slit, coating it with your wetness before he presses the tip inside of you. You feel a tinge of pain as he splits you open, but you whisper for him to keep going.

When he’s completely inside of you, Joel sighs out your name, hands gripping your thighs and bringing one up to wrap around his waist, allowing him to sink further.

“Please, Joel, want it hard…” you whimper out, feeling the sensation of him in your gut. Joel needs no further instructions, pulling back to fuck into you hard and deep.

He watches where your bodies connect, how the drag of his cock swells your cunt. Lip pulled between his teeth, the sight makes his hips snap roughly against yours.

He’s leaving bruises with how tight he’s holding onto you, keeping you from moving up the mattress with the power of his thrusts. You don’t say anything until Joel breaks, fucking you with a possessive drive, “Mine. You’re all mine.”

“Only yours, baby. ‘M only ever gonna be yours.”

“You’re made for me, sweet girl, made to take me. Feel so fucking good, such a perfect pussy.”

You’re relieved when his eyes leave yours as he watches him hit inside you again, tears pricking your eyes from the pain and pleasure pounding through you and the thought that he won’t ever be completely yours.

That stupid piece of metal around his finger burns against the skin of your thigh. It should be a symbol of you, not someone else.

Hurt, anger, and pleasure meld together. Hands move to Joel’s shoulders, using your strength to flip over. His back hits the crumpled pillows at the headboard, sitting up as you straddle him.

“Look so beautiful on top of me, baby,” his chest rises and falls in quick succession, the next inhale sharper as you sink down completely, watching his eyes screw shut and a deep moan vibrate his chest.

“Oh fuck, take what you need, darlin’. Use my cock. I’ll give you whatever you want.”

Your mouth opens to tell him you can’t have what you want most. Because of what he decided for the both of you. Instead, a moan tumbles out, hips starting to roll to work him back to that near-ecstasy feeling. The room is filled with the wet smacks of skin meeting skin mixed with wanton moans. Your movements keep you both near the edge, your head back and eyes closed as you scream Joel’s name. He doesn’t reprimand you for potentially exposing yourselves to the neighbors, only reaching a hand to the back of your neck and pulling you in for a passionate kiss. You can tell he’s close when his feet dig into the mattress, hips under his vice grip. He starts fucking up into you, both of your rhythms meeting to work you higher. One hand leaves his chest to hold the side of his head, forcing him to meet your eyes.

“‘M yours…” you echo his lust-filled words. You need to remind him that at least part of him will always belong to you, that only you can make him feel this good, this loved. That you’re the one who fucks him like this. “Made for you, right? Just for you, baby. No one besides you can make me feel this good, make me come like you can. Ruined me for everyone else.”

“Mhmm, that’s fuckin’ right, darlin’. This pussy’s mine. You belong to me, all to me.” Joel’s thrusts become frantic and you lose your rhythm, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing quick circles.

You come hard, screaming his name again and whining with each thrust after your intense orgasm. Joel’s right behind you, your sounds pushing him over the edge. Warm ropes coat your walls, his husky groan reverberating under your palms pressed to his chest. Your voice can barely reach a whisper when you look at him, fingers moving to tug his hair, “And you belong to me.”

He doesn’t say anything if he even hears you, his skin sticking against yours and his come dripping out of you onto his stomach when you move to lie down. Joel gets up after he steadies his breath to grab a warm cloth from the bathroom to clean you up. He crawls back into bed, slipping under the covers after tossing the dirty washcloth into the hamper. Your head finds his chest, curling up into his side with his arm wrapping you up. He kisses your forehead as you drift off, feelings of guilt, anger, and love rising from your gut to sit square in your chest.

Cold sheets. That’s what you wake up to. Sitting up in bed, you glance around your room with sleepy eyes, searching for any evidence of Joel.

Nothing. He must’ve left after you fell asleep. You can’t blame him. It definitely wouldn’t look the best if his wife woke up in the morning and he was nowhere to be found. And he couldn’t risk someone seeing him sneak out of yours in the morning light.

You’re remembering your confession that was met with his claim over your body. Your own stupid attempt to make him believe that he belonged only to you, spurred on by his possessive words.

Something on the nightstand catches your eye. A note from Joel:

Meet me at our spot tonight, sweet girl

You met him that night, and nearly every night since then, too. Mostly in that overgrown field behind the barn, sometimes at yours when you craved complete comfort of the couch or bed.

Joel started staying later with you, holding you after the possessive claims he made over you like a prayer. He opened up about his time with Ellie before Jackson, stories about Boston, about Tess. What it was like growing up with Tommy, confessing he loved to sing and play guitar, even wanted to be a singer when he was younger and somehow ended up as a contractor. He even told you about his daughter Sarah, how beautiful and bright she was.

You told him your own story too. Leaving the Chicago QZ with your brother and sister when everything went to shit with FEDRA and the Fireflies. How you lost your sister soon after, bit by a straggling clicker in a gas station you were raiding. How your brother was the one to shoot her when she begged you both. Stories about traveling west with him, how he protected you until the day he died. You were chased by raiders looking to kill you both for your supplies, running through the forest just along the river outside of Jackson. You didn’t know the community was there, but it ended up being your saving grace. Your brother pushed you to run over the bridge, the men finally catching up to him. You couldn’t stop, couldn’t look back. All you could do was scream as you heard a gunshot.

Joel held you as you cried, you comforted him when he needed it. He never told you what happened after he and Ellie left Jackson that first time, he didn’t have to if he didn’t ever want to. These vulnerable moments brought you closer together.

But it was never close enough to stop the cycle he developed of pushing you away after a few weeks together, getting so in his head about the situation, feeling guilty, or getting paranoid if he suspects that Tommy or Maria or his wife are catching on. His abandonment would last a few days or even a week at a time.

And you always wait it out, always come back when he wants you.

Like a dog with a bird at his door, you gave all of yourself to him.

It’s a late night at work for you. Joel parked himself on his usual stool, drinking ‘til last call after his buddies left, something he’d done often in the last few weeks.

Tommy finished restocking the fridges under the counter and tossed you the keys to lock up. As he leaves, he gives Joel a knowing look and you a sympathetic one.

Joel slaps his hands against the bar top, standing when you walk from behind the counter. His steps falter a bit as he gets used to the ground underneath him. Steadying him with an arm around his back, he wraps his own around your shoulders to keep you at his side.

“Let me walk you home, baby.” Words slurs together, eyes half-lidded and glazed over. It would be a bit endearing to see him without his usual stoic persona, but the fact that this is the third night this week that he’s gotten this drunk is concerning.

You end up carrying Joel all the way home, and just when you’re about to get him to his front door, his strength overpowers your own and he pulls you away with him, dragging you two in a drunken stupor down the road.

His steps are heavy and sporadic while he whistles some song in your ear, reaching the field. He flops down into the grass, his arms sneaking around your waist when lay down with him. Joel pulls you in close, kissing you deeply and sighing against your mouth. He smells of whiskey, leather, and musk; all combining to be uniquely Joel.

You couldn’t bring yourself to argue with him about getting home so you let him kiss you, let his hand under your shirt. You listened to him recollecting the night with the patrol guys. The only touches exchanged were his fingertips running up and down your side under your loose t-shirt and your cheek pressed against his denim-covered chest.

He brought up a song that was playing on a record at the bar, John Lennon’s Woman. He reminisced about hearing that song as a young teen for the first time, and telling you how a couple of years later he wrote the lyrics down for his tenth-grade girlfriend, telling her he wrote a poem for her.

“She read it, obviously knowing the song. She crumpled it up, said ‘That’s John Lennon, not you, Joel Miller,” and walked away from me. Needless to say, she broke up with me.”

“Wow, a breakup over plagiarism. Must’ve been a real stickler for academic honesty,” you reply, sending both of you into giggles.

His laugh faded slightly, the wrinkles still showing next to his eyes and his smile lines present, jovially commenting, “You probably barely even know who John Lennon is.”

He laughs but his words made you feel small. He teased you before about the age difference, but for some reason, you couldn’t brush this one off.

“Y’know, I still remember what life was like then.”

His hand finds your chin, tilting your head up with a sigh, “That’s not what I meant, darlin’, you know I was just teasin’. You probably didn’t even know it was John Lennon if you heard one of his songs when you were young, baby.” You sit up quickly, separating from him.

“He was a fucking Beatle! Like the biggest band ever. I might be younger than you, but I’m not stupid. They were around even before you were born, so yeah, I do know who John Lennon is. And did you know he cheated on his first wife, like, a bunch of times and left her for one of those women? Sound familiar, Joel? Actually, probably not, ‘cause you’d never actually admit how you feel about me and leave your wife, even though you love me,” your words come out before you even have a chance to think about them, and as you look at Joel, you can tell he’s letting his anger and annoyance come over him, his expression turning to stone, “I feel like you just see me as some naive girl who doesn’t know anything or hasn’t dealt with shit in this world -”

“You haven’t done nearly a fraction of what I’ve had to do in this world, darlin’, so don’t get started. You are a naive girl. You’ve always had someone to protect you, and I’ve always been the protector. You don’t know nothin’ about losing yourself or having to do the worst possible thing just to save yourself or your people,” his voice is low and unwavering with an intensity you hadn’t heard before. He’s trying to hurt you now, bringing up the protection that you’d been given by your brother before he died to save you, the fact that you’ve always had support from him or the people of Jackson.

Your eyes gloss over, blurring his hunched-over figure. His words are venom seeping through the well-worn cracks in your heart. Curling up into a ball and chin on your kneecaps, pressing down into the bone to keep your lips from trembling. How childish you must look like this. Joel doesn’t move to comfort you, staring a thousand yards ahead, emotionless.

“I know you think I don’t know the guilt or pain or heartbreak that you feel 'cause I’ve been protected for a lot of my life in this world. But being in love with you, being some dirty secret to you, has given me enough guilt, pain, and heartbreak to last for the rest of my life.”

A shaky breath slipped out of your parted lips, untangling your limbs from their locked positions to stand. You turn away, legs carrying you home. You don’t look back, wiping your tears away as quickly as they fall. You’re exhausted from him, from this whirlpool of loving and leaving that he’s pulled you into. A part of you breaks just the slightest bit more, a new piece for you to mend whenever he calls you back.

You should hate Joel. He pulled you in and pushed you away, and all you could do was fall, but now it felt like sinking. And your feet won’t ever touch the bottom.

He’s taken your love willingly, and only given you possessive invocations over your body, only made your constant pain burn hotter. Linen soaked up the tears that were left on your cheeks as you laid down in bed, exhaustion taking over.

The image you see feels warm, blurred around the edges. It was his home, no sign of his wife but evidence of Ellie in the comic book and worn-out sneakers near the chair across the room. Soft strums of a guitar float around, and your sights lock on him at the other end of the couch. You have this feeling that you need to say something to him, but can’t remember for the life of you what it is; the moment overwhelming. He’s singing and playing guitar, unabashed, and with a genuine smile only for you. Tender brown eyes glance away as someone walks into the room. Ellie’s holding a lopsided birthday cake with a few candles lit. It’s decorated with a sloppy frosting drawing of the ocean, a boat on the horizon. It was a reminder of the daydream you had vocalized to Joel, spending a life on the shore in a small sailboat together. The song he was playing softly fades into Happy Birthday, his smile matching Ellie’s. All you hear, before the image fades, is his voice as you lean in to blow out your candles, “Happy birthday, darlin’. I love you.”

The clinking of stacking glasses is the only sound echoing through the empty bar as you and Tommy close out. Joel’s been ignoring you, has been for a couple of weeks after your fight, spending his free time picking up shifts or staying at home with his family. The rag you’re holding moves in circles over the shiny bar top, reflecting your face back to you. You can see the pain in your eyes seeping back after spending the night putting on a face for your customers.

“You don’t need to keep on paintin’ that pretty smile on your face, hon. I hate seein’ you looking like you’re gonna crack your jaw from forcing yourself to look happy,” Tommy sighs, looking over at you while he continues to polish the glass in his hand. “What he’s doing to you, it’s wrong. You deserve to be treated with respect.”

“He wasn’t doin’ anything I wasn’t letting him do. It takes two, Tommy. Think you’d know that with a newborn around,” you try to lighten the mood, kicking yourself for still defending Joel.

“I know. But I also know how you look at him. Like you’ve been drownin’ at sea and he’s the one who’s come along to save you.” You finally look up from your reflection on the bar surface; the shame in your face becomes too much for you.

“At this point, it feels more like he’s the one pulling me under.” 

Tommy sets the glass down and tosses the rag at it. Closing the small space between, he pulls you against his chest, arms around your shoulders. You can’t cry in front of him, embarrassed that he even knows about you and Joel in the first place, let alone that he feels sorry for you. You reciprocate the hug, gingerly wrapping your arms around his torso. The sound of the door swinging echoes in the large room. Tommy let’s you out of his comforting embrace and turns to meet the late patron.

Joel.

He’s standing across the room, eyes moving between his brother and you. He came looking for you, not expecting Tommy to still be closing out the bar with the baby at home. A furrowed brow creases lines between those soft, guilt-ridden brown eyes. The same look he’s had every time he’s shown up at your door at 2 AM to apologize, kiss you, show you how much he needs you. You fall every time, wanting to be his comfort, his relief. His lighthouse in the storm of remorse he’s constantly battling. Loyal to a fault.

At this moment, you wish for a wave to pull you under and sweep you into the tide.

Tommy asked him to wait outside.

Asked is generous. More like, grabbed Joel by the collar and dragged him outside like a scolded puppy, pointing his finger and giving him a strong, “Stay.”

He did as he was told, leaning against the post at the top of the stairs. Arms crossed over his chest and anxiously tapping his foot against the wood porch.

Both you and Tommy left at the same time. Joel would be knocked out on the spot if Tommy had his way, judging by the look on his face. The younger Miller wished you goodnight and you gave him a reassuring nod as you stayed back to face Joel.

Tommy’s out of sight and out of earshot before you break the silence.

“So…why’d you come here? Thought you’d be done with the naive girl.”

Joel raises to his full height, taking a hesitant step toward you. You don’t move away, but he keeps his distance in order to get his thoughts out.

“Darlin’, I’m -” he starts, pausng for a moment to gather his words, “I keep doin’ this, don’t I? Being happy with you, then pushing you away and hurting you. I’m sorry, sweet girl. I’m so, so sorry. I don’t want to fight with you. I shouldn’t have said those things to you, I know what you’ve been through. You’re not naive. You’re mindful, attentive in ways I could never be. I hurt you. I haven’t done this the right way. I haven’t protected you like I should’ve 'cause I couldn’t stay away from you. I’m what you needed saving from and I’ve been too selfish to keep us both from drowning.”

You worry your lip between your teeth as tears gloss over your eyes. He steps closer to you, hands reaching up to cup your face. He’s not sure if you’re going to slip between his fingers, but he’s trying his best to keep you there with him. Tears fall, his thumbs working to wipe them away. Not letting a drop of you to slip away from his touch.

He can see the innerworkings of your brain in your eyes. He knows how to read you; he can see the battle in your head about whether or not he’s saved this time. Your voice is coated in emotion when you finally speak up again, “I’ve heard drowning is actually kind of a peaceful way to go, all things considered. And if it’s going to be with anyone, I’d choose you.”

That damn smile finds its way across your face in spite of your tears, and he can’t help but mirror it. It’s a welcome home for him, the light pulling him into your harbor - safe once again. He leans down to press a soft, tender kiss to your lips, deepening it for a moment when you reciprocate.

His hand finds yours when he pulls away, “Let’s go for a walk, sweet girl.”

Joel leads you away from the bar, walking down your street. You slow down when you get in front of your cottage, moving to walk down your path. He stops you, shaking his head and mouth ticking up in a small smile. His eyebrows are raised in a silent question, asking you to come with him. You fold easily, taking your place next to his side, hands intertwined.

He takes you to your spot where he’s set up a blanket and a couple of flickering lanterns for some light, but not enough to disturb the view of the moon.

“Joel…this is wonderful, I’m - I don’t know what to say, thank you.” Your hand squeezes his and he shrugs the praise off.

“Don’t thank me, baby, I should be doin’ this for you all the time. ‘S what you deserve.”

He’d gotten a couple of strange stares when he’d been walking down the road with a blanket under one arm and the lanterns in his hand. It occurred to him that people would think he was doing it for his wife, that they might ask her about it tomorrow and he’d be in for a line of questioning. But damn the consequences, he needed to do this for you. To give you something.

Joined hands pointing out more constellations he remembers and ones that Ellie knew, having asked her specifically to help him find the one for your zodiac. As the two of you lay on your backs, curled into each other, he’s taken back to the conversation Ellie and him had about their combined dream of a sheep ranch on the moon. Now that dream, at least for him, included you, too.

“I think it’d be nice out there. Without this world, feeling weightless.” He wishes for that down here, to lighten the load on his chest and the guilt on his shoulders. A different life.

You hum in agreement and he continues, “I wish I could just bring the moon down here, to take the weight off us, and to give Ellie the chance to get her dream.”

You’re quiet for a beat before your words wrap him in warmth, “If I could give you the moon, I would.” 

You’d do anything for him, he knows that. And he’d do anything for you.

As those words cross his mind, the ring from his finger burns in his pocket. He’d taken it off to rid you both of the reminder of how this night would end, how every night would end. A little metal circle that has decided your fates, at least for now. His voice is slightly gravelly in his throat as he answers, “Maybe in another life, yeah?”

if you got to the end, i'm giving you a big smooch.

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[f4iry-bell]

Stained Shirt and Two Seats for One

a very long title, im so sorry about the setting of first chapter not being clear and switch of what is going on eacothers heads?? though its written in third person pov. first chapter is very terrible pls bare with me. its just for funies.

this is a regular x f!reader. anyone can read it.

NOTE: after TBH but AU where there is no tgg or anything that involves tgg(no avery's game, or alice being alive, etc etc). reader is 23-24. grayson is 26-27 y/o. im sorry for making gray kinda old ITS FOR PLOT REASONS.

warning: unclear setting 🧍‍♀️.

Y/n blinked rapidly as she was trying hard not to scream out of pain and anger. The hot liquid poured all over her burnt like hell. And the colour choice of her top was definitely not helping. At least she doesn't have to immediately meet her client as soon as she lands in London. Some of the people who passed by looked at her stained shirt and the man in front of her who looked so perfect. No, literally, he might just be perfect.

“My sincere apologies.” He apologised and his tone stated neutral, he sounded apologetic but yet not.

“It's okay.” She says giving him a poor smile while she looks at her top.

“It's not okay, your shirt is ruined.” He states.

���No, I was on my phone while I was walking, it's also my fault.” She said and watched him take his white handkerchief out handing it to her.

“I was not looking as well.”

“Thank you, but I don't think it's going to help.” She chuckled but his face remained neutral.

“I’m sorry again” He kept apologising and she kept saying ‘it's fine’

Finally they both parted ways. Grayson was thinking about the incident and the girl, he ruined a perfectly styled outfit. It was simple and probably comfortable for flying. He remembered that his flight is about to take off in 30 minutes. He can't let that event bother his whole plane ride.

As Grayson walked inside the flight through the economy, he recognised one person sitting in the middle, the girl whom he poured his black coffee on. She was wearing a cardigan over her stained shirt. Her wired earphones disappeared in her wavy hair. She sat in between a weird old man and a woman with her baby on her lap. She looked so done. He can't imagine how bad her day must be. First, he pours coffee on her and now she has to sit next to probably two worst types of people you would find on a plane. He couldn't help himself. He walked to her seat, fortunately he didn't have to tap on her to make her notice his presence. She looked at him once he was near her seat and unplugged her earphones from her ears with a confused look. Probably wondering why he is here.

“Hi.” She said and gave him an awkward smile as if this man did not just pour hot coffee on her.

“I have an offer,” He said. “For you.”

“Oh. um, oh” He can tell that she was super confused by her response.

“You have a seat in first class” He informed her.

“Huh?” She was still confused.

“You heard me. I have a seat for you in the first class” He was trying to be clear.

She can tell that this man was about to board in first class when he poured coffee on her just by his looks. But why is he offering his seat? Because he poured coffee on her? And where will he sit? In her seat? He looks like he never travelled out of first class.

“Oh you don't have to give up your seat. It's fine.” She smiles.

“Ma’am, I'm not giving up my seat. Take the offer” He ordered, getting kind of impatient.

“You’re not? But you said that you have a seat for me”

“True”

“So, your seat”

“Yes. My other seat” He added “You'll be sitting next to me”

“You have booked two seats?” She asked. Was he supposed to travel with someone? His outfit might say that he was supposed to travel with a business partner or assistant.

“I always do. Now if you're done with your questions, we must leave before the airhostess asks us” He said.

She blinked a couple times not believing what just happened. She stood up and noticed the lady with her baby was giving her a jealous look. I mean she can't blame the lady, who wouldn't want to travel in first class. She took her small backpack with her.

She spoke as they walked “So um why'd you book two seats?” She didn't want to pry but she was going to sit next to this man for hours, she didn't want it to be awkward throughout.

“As I've mentioned already. I always do”. He replied. Showing no interest in a conversation. He is giving her a seat in first class that should be enough of an apology for the coffee, right?

“But why?”

“Because I do not like sitting next to strangers. You'll be surprised to find out even people who travel first class want to engage in unnecessary conversations” He told her. She gave a nod. She made a mental note to not engage in a conversation with him.

Grayson noticed it, he also thought that she is quite polite and beautiful too.

She tried hard not to think that he is an arrogant asshole, well he is giving his seat to her so he must be fine. She made sure not to make silly conversation with him or not talk at all. This man booked two tickets just so he doesn't have to engage with others. He must hate people. Y/n was not a fan of people or small talk with strangers either so it's not hard for her to keep her to herself. But if the awkward silence is too loud she won't be able to help herself, she will just say something random.

The plane ride was quiet as Grayson wanted. He liked the fact that the girl did not try to have any small talk with him. All though he tried his best to mind his own business he kept noticing what she was doing, for the first half an hour of the flight the girl was writing something on her notebook. He wanted to peek but it would be too obvious. After some writing she took out a beige eye mask and then rested throughout the flight. Watching her like a creep he decided to do the same as well.

It was like an unwritten rule to walk out of London's airport together for them. Like the plane ride the walk was also quiet. Grayson had a car waiting for him outside already, the girl on the other hand was waiting for a taxi. He wanted to offer her a ride but he thought it was probably too much.

“I’m once again sorry about your clothes. Have a good life” He started and ended the conversation without even giving her time to speak. He didn't care if she thought he was rude, he will never see this girl ever again.

next part →

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[xsweetcatastrophe]

You Broke Me First

Part 14.

Zoe woke up, but didn't open her eyes at first.

She was in pain.

She couldn't decide what hurt more; her body, her throat or her head. Her muscles ached like she ran a marathon; her throat hurt as if she was scream-singing all night; and her head...well, that's due to tequilia.

She didn't remember much, only bits and pieces. She remembered dancing around her apartment with Dana. Then she remembered dancing down the street with Dana. Then she remembers being in a bar. Then she remembers... Joseph?

Shit. where WAS Dana? I hope she's on the couch, Zoe thought, as she pulled the covers closer to her.

Her heart stopped.

This didn't feel like her comforter. The pillowcase her head rested on felt softer than usual. She slowly opened her eyes.

Shit. not again, Zoe thought.

She took in her surroundings. A rather big bedroom with grey walls, and big windows covered by heavy curtains. The bed she was in was a big king sized bed, with a grey comforter and white soft sheets. Her head was on fluffy yet firm pillows, covered in what felt like silk pillowcases. A huge flat screen TV was on the wall opposite the bed, next to a door that was ajar. It looked like an ensuite bathroom, with a gorgeous claw foot tub. Before she could investigate any further, a 2nd door she didn't yet notice opened.

"Hey, you're up" Cillian said, softly. "Good morning"

"Oh.. hi" Zoe mumbled. She attempted to sit up but her head started spinning again and she immediately went back down. "What time is it?" Zoe managed to spit out. She wanted to go home, she had to get home.

"It's a little past 8:30" Cillian said, approaching the bed. "I brought you some water... and tylenol. I have some gatorade in the garage too i'll grab for you, I wanted to drop this off first" Cillian said, approaching the beside table closer to her and setting down the water and medicine. "I plugged your phone in too, it was dead when I plugged it in so you just gotta turn it back on. I'm sure Dana is wondering if you're okay"

"How do you know Dana?" Zoe said carefully. Cillian looked at her, and she could tell he was trying to not smirk at her.

"You don't remember much of last night, do you?" He said, sitting down on the bed next to her. "You face timed me in the middle of the night and I picked you up. We dropped Dana off and I brought you back here"

Zoe cinched her brows, trying to think. She does faintly remember standing in his kitchen. "Was I mean.... did I say anything... stupid?" she asked.

Cillian softly smiled and looked down at his hands. He looked back up at her and squeezed her leg through the comforter. "Nothing I didn't deserve or need to hear."

"I don't know what that means, but i'll figure it out later. I'm sorry. I gotta go" Zoe said, attempting to get up.

"Careful" Cillian said, standing up quickly when she tried to swing her legs over the bed. Zoe immediately stopped, the pain was too bad. She fell back onto the bed in defeat. "I can't drink like this anymore. I'll never do this again" She wined.

"You don't have to be in a rush to get out of here you know. I know you feel like shit. Trust me, I've been there. Take your time. Stay as long as you need. But seriously, take the water and Tylenol" Cillian said, handing her the bottle and pill. She unscrewed the cap and popped the pill in her mouth, taking a swig of the cool water. "thank you" Zoe said, swallowing. " But I don't want to be in your way. Just give me a couple minutes and i'll be out of your hair"

Cillian cracked a smile. "Seriously, you're not in my hair. My one meeting I had got cancelled today, so I had plans of hanging in here and watching TV, which is perfect given the weather outside" He said, nudging his head towards the window.

Zoe peered through the tiny crack of the curtains. It was gray out. "It's raining" Cillian said, "not supposed to stop till tomorrow morning. Town is already freaking out about flooding" he laughed.

Ugh. the perfect hangover day. Rainy day, sweatpants, movies, if she was home she'd make pasta for dinner and cook the sauce all day, making the house smell delicious.

But she wasn't home. She was at Cillian's.

"fuck. I'm sorry" Zoe said again, she wasn't sure what else to say.

"Zoe, seriously. It's okay. Do you want some space? or do you care if i'm in here too? No worries if you want space. There's other rooms in this house, it's no problem" He said.

"Cill, it's YOUR house, why are you asking me if it's okay to be in YOUR bedroom?" Zoe said.

Cillian smiled. "I just want you to be comfortable. It's probably gonna be a rough morning for you" Cillian said, implying her hangover.

"Ugh. I'm not looking forward to it" Zoe said, finally sitting up fully. "I have to pee." She said out loud, swinging her legs over the side of the bed. She looked down - "what am I wearing?"

She was in a very baggy T shirt and a pair of sleep shorts. None of which was hers.

Cillian suddenly got nervous and looked down at his feet. "Oh uh.. listen. I hope it's okay. After you were done uh... puking, I took you up here and put you in the bed, and I went to leave and you sat up and was pulling on your shirt, complaining it was too tight. I just wanted you to be comfortable. I swear I didn't do anything. But I took your shirt and jeans off, and gave you a T Shirt and a pair of my shorts - again I swear I didn't touch you or try to do anything. Your bra and underwear are still on, obviously, but I just did it because you seemed uncomfortable and -"

"Cill" Zoe said, interrupting his rant. "It's okay. I don't think you'd be like that. Thank you" She said, calming him down. She never saw him so nervous. And, to be fair, Zoe knew how she was when she was drunk and irritable. She did make a mental note yesterday to change the shirt she put on yesterday, even before all the tequila. The dryer must of shrunk it. So drunk Zoe wasn't wrong to think the shirt was too tight, because it was.

Cillian exhaled, releasing a breath that he felt like he was holding all night. The truth was, he was extremely nervous how she would react to him changing her. He did it with the best intentions - have YOU ever slept in skinny jeans??? Cillian has passed out in jeans before, and they weren't comfy to wake up in. And the jeans he wore were no where near tight as Zoe's was.

"Well, if you want, you can take a bath. That always helps me feel better. There's new towels in there, and I have Epsom salts too you can use. I highly suggest it." Cillian said, opening the door wider and pulling out everything he mentioned and placing it on the counter.

Zoe pondered her options. On one hand, she had that uncomfortable feeling of knowing she wasn't home, this wasn't her bed, her clothes, her bathroom, her anything, and right now she just yearned to be at home in her comfort zone. On the other hand, she was in what felt like the comfiest, coziest bed she's ever been in, and the bath tub looked tempting.

Cillian smiled at her again, he could tell she was having an internal battle about it.

"Zoe," Cillian said, "Look at me"

Zoe looked away from staring into the bathroom and made eye contact with Cillian.

"Do you trust me?"

Zoe chucked. "I mean, I guess, this is the 2nd time I'm waking up with you with no recollection of how I got here, I guess I trust you a little bit"

Cillian smiled. "Trust me on this. Take the bath"

Twenty minutes later, Zoe was soaking in the tub, and she felt like she was in heaven.

Her head was still pounding, but the tylenol was helping. She knew it would be worse if she didn't take it. The warm water soothed her muscles, and she had folded a towel to put under her head as she leaned against the edge of the tub. Her eyes were closed and she was trying to take in every minute of this, because she knew this wouldn't happen again. She would never be able to afford this type of luxury before - not that she can't take a bath at her apartment, but her apartment bath was stingy; dirty grout that didn't clean no matter how hard she scrubbed, smaller tub so she felt cramped, and she couldn't afford these salts he had. The bathroom glistened; almost too clean. Did he ever use this bathroom? Everything was so pristine and white, and everything was perfectly in it's place. The bathroom window overlooked Cillian's back yard; she could now see how stormy it was outside, and how miserable it would of been to go out in weather like this when she first woke up.

Her daydreams were interrupted by a knock on the door. "Hey, uh, Zoe?" Cillian in, cracking the door but looking away, respecting her privacy.

Zoe held back a giggle. She appreciated it, but thought it was silly. He's seen her fully naked before, and he undressed her the night before. "Hey" She replied.

"Can I, uh..." He stumbled over his words, still looking at the floor.

Zoe rolled her eyes. "You can come in, Cill" she said, but still scooting down so just her head was above the water. There weren't bubbles, but Cillian was far enough he wouldn't be able to see anything in the water.

Cillian stepped in, still looking everywhere besides her. " I uh, just wanted to drop off some new shorts and a T shirt, i'll leave it over here by the sink" He mumbled, placing the clothes down. Zoe didn't even think of that; I guess worst case she could put the shorts and shirt she slept in on from the night before, but something about being fresh out of a bath and fresh clean clothes just goes hand in hand.

"Thank you" Zoe smiled. "Good timing. I'm almost done. If I don't get out now i'll stay in here forever" She laughed.

Cillian smiled. "It's good to see someone else use the tub for a change."

He shuffled out of the bathroom, closing the door behind him. Zoe drained the tub, standing up and wrapping a fluffy white towel around her. She walked over to the shorts and shirt, pulling soft shirt over her head first. She then hesistated.

underwear. shit.

The thought of putting on underwear she wore all night back on after she just took a bath gave her the ick.

Well, I'm obviously going to wash these once I get home before I give them back to him, She mentally told herself, before deciding to forego underwear and go commando under the shorts.

She opened the bathroom door and peered out into the bedroom.

Cillian was laying on the bed, over the covers, propped up against the headboard. It looks like he changed as well, now wearing a pair of sweatpants and a t shirt. His hands were folded on his stomach and his eyes were closed, face illuminated by the TV across from the bed.

Zoe smiled. She stepped out and a squeaky floorboard made Cillian's eyes open. "Hey" He rasped out, sitting up. "How are you feeling? feel any better?"

"You were right" Zoe said "The bath does help... head is still pounding and i'm exhausted; but my body feels better. I actually feel like I can fall asleep standing up I'm so relaxed" she laughed.

"So come take a nap" He nudged his head towards her side of the bed.

"Oh, no Cill" Zoe said, shaking her head " I couldn't. I already overstayed my welcome and lord knows what you had to deal with last night -"

"Zoe" Cillian said, interrupting her. "Stop. It's fine. If you want to leave later you can. Ill drive you home myself. But honestly, I'm kind of tired too so i was hoping to squeeze in a nap too"

Zoe laughed. "Did I keep you up last night?"

"Kind of. You woke me up and I went to go get you, then when I got you to bed I was nervous if you were okay or not that I kept waking up to check on you" He said, prompting a yawn.

Zoe put her face in her hand. "Cill, I'm sorry"

Cillian laughed. "It's fine. I deserve it. And it's the least I could do"

Zoe made he way over to the bed, and sat down on her side. It's like the soft sheets were calling to her. She slowly pushed back the covers with her feet and pulled them up over her. They were so soft, warm and inviting; her head hit the pillow, cool and soft.

"Are you cool if I....." Cillian said, trailing off and pointing at the covers, asking if she was okay with him getting under. "It's fine if you're not. I rather ask now before you fall asleep. I don't want to wake you"

"You're fine" she said, settling down into the blankets and pillows. It's gonna be hard to get out of this bed, she thought. She turned her eyes to the TV. "What are you watching?"

"Hereditary" Cillian said. "Just started. I've seen it a million times though, so I put it on when I want background noise for something."

"This is... quite the comfort movie you got there" She said, giggling. Everyone knows Hereditary isn't exactly a "feel good" movie.

Cillian laughed. "I know. But I can't help it. I like it. You can't help what you like" He said, making eye contact with her and quickly breaking it.

"Cillian... I want to apologize" Zoe said softly, turning her body to face him.

"For what?"

"For everything. It's slowly coning back to me how I wasn't exactly nice to you in your kitchen last night. And yet after everything I said you still took care of me when I was a drunk sloppy mess. I'm so embarrassed and don't deserve the grace you gave me"

"Stop" Cillian said. "I told you. It's nothing I didn't need or deserve to hear. I should be apologizing to you. I'm making this entire arrangement a nightmare for you...again. If it's not me snapping at you it's me giving you mixed signals."

"It's okay-"

'Zoe, stop" Cillian said, finally turning his head and looking down at her from his position, still sitting up and leaning against the headboard. "It's not okay. it's not. And I'm trying my best to show you that the version you're getting of me isn't my best me. It's not fair to you. Everything you said to me last night was right. I'm being the biggest asshole ever. I don't even know if what i'm saying to you right now is worth anything, because I know we've had this conversation before and I still acted like an asshole last night at your apartment. I'm sorry"

"It's okay." Is all Zoe could think of to say.

"I'm sorry." He said again, barely above a whisper.

"I believe you. Thank you. It's okay" Zoe whispered back.

"I meant every word I said last night, by the way." He whispered back. "I don't regret kissing you. and I've grown to care about you, wether you believe me or not. I wouldn't have let you sleep in my bed and all that if I didn't."

Zoe sighed. She knew he was sorry. But to be honest, her head was still killing her and her eyes were getting heavy. Cillian noticed and smiled. "get some rest." He said, grabbing the remote and lowering the volume so she could sleep a bit.

"Are you gonna be here when I wake up?" She asked. "You know, just incase I have plans on waking up and sneaking out of the house, fleeing the country and changing my name because I'm still so embarrassed about last night"

Cillian smiled softly. "Yea, i'll be here"

Zoe softly smiled. She felt herself close her eyes, but not without scooting closer to him. It was a daring move, but Zoe reached her arm over his stomach, nuzzling into his side. She could feel him tense up, and right before she pulled back, figuring he wasn't comfortable with this, she felt him wrap his arm around her, hand settling on her shoulder, beginning to softly rub small circles. She felt herself smile and closed her eyes, relaxing him to him. She could faintly hear Cillian repeat himself.

"I'll be here."

tags: @lau219 @wolfieellsworld @shopgirl6us

#cillian x fem!reader #cillian fic #cillian murphy x oc #cillian murphy x reader #cillian x reader #cillian murphy

[gungoo4lifer]

First impressions

summary: gun's ugly ass meets goo for the first time

Goo lets out a chuckle at how ridiculous that sounds. "Test me, huh?.. You damn bastard. Is that a death wish?''

The fake blonde dares, the smirk on his lips getting wider in a mocking way. But it seems he wasn't the only one who was annoyed by the other.

''Im annoyed too.. I've been ordered to start with a test.'' The obsidian eyed guy with white irises replies, his teeth clenched in annoyance, both of his hands resting on his pockets. Goo looks up and down at the guy, who was wearing a dark gray jacket with simple black pants, a light blue scarf with white strings completing his outfit... this guy may be good looking, but come on now, who in their right mind wears a scarf when it's not even that cold?

It's alright. He can choke him with it later.

He'll keep that in mind.

Park Jonggun, huh? Well, Goo heard about him several times at the center, but he never really saw him face to face. He didn't even know anything about him either, only some ridiculous rumors about how ''strong'' he was and his name was all Goo knew about Gun.

''Tch.. Bring it on then.''

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''You want me to test this guy?''

''Joongoo Kim, yes.'' Charles confirms, both of their gaze on the picture of that blonde guy, who's name Gun just learned. ''JoonGoo Kim, huh? If the chairman himself is commanding that i should test him, maybe he's not just some useless guy.. ''

''And i'm assuming that he'll be the next genius in the ten geniuses then?'' Gun asks, moving off his gaze from the picture of the blonde to look up at the chairman's face, Charles nods slightly as a reply before continuing,

''If he's good enough to join us, of course. I've heard that he fights pretty well and violent, considering that he only beats up people for a nice price, he'll accept our offer without even thinking since we'll make a lot of cash.''

Gun stays silent, only nodding in agreement to the chairman's words.

But in reality, he was utterly annoyed with every inch of his body. He tried his best to not show any sign of annoyance in order to not be disrespectful towards the chairman, but Charles could clearly see that Gun was annoyed anyway.

After some time of Charles giving informations about this guy named Goo to Gun, Gun was now ready to go and test him. Or in other words, beat him up to a bloody pulp until he agrees to join.

And now, he's outside of Goo's school, his gaze carefully on the school gate as he leans against a wall with a cigarette stick between his lips. ''This is ridiculous.''

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30 minutes. It's been 30 damn minutes since Gun started looking for Goo outside. Yet, this damn piss haired bastard just won't fucking come out.. Does he knows that Gun is looking for him? Is that why he didn't come out? Gun made sure to go there when the school was almost over so that that Goo guy can come out soon and he can end this quick. The sooner is starts, the sooner it comes to an end. Yet, almost every single student left school, and even the teachers are starting to leave, but he still hasn't see any tracks of Goo.

''Did i miss him? fuck..''

You know what? To hell with this bullshit. He's been waiting for half an hour just for a fake blonde bastard to come out, but why in the world isn't he coming out? Perhaps he didn't go to school today?

After a minute of debating if he should just walk up to a random student and ask if they've seen Goo around, he finally decides to just go and ask someone.. not so professional, is he..

Shaking her friend's arm that she was grabbing firmly, she whispers to the other girl with an excited tone, ''Shh! Myeong! Myeong!''

''What?! Geez, whats wrong with you all of a sudden?!'' The other girl whispers back, not even knowing the reason why they were whispering.

''Oh my- Look- look at there! Oh god- do- DO I LOOK GOOD?! DOES MY HAIR LOOKS FINE??'' The confused girl slightly turns his gaze to wherever her friend was pointing with the side of her eyes, and oh god.

Did she.. die and went to heaven? or did she just saw an angel.. (more like a devil if she knew him)

Her eyes widens in excitement, a red tint spreading across both of her cheeks as she stares at the guy that was walking towards them in pure awe displaying in her eyes.

''Push me!! push me!! NOW!!'' she whispers, receiving a sly chuckle from the other. ''okay! okay!''

Walking up to the 2 students, Gun prepares himself to start talking as he slides his hand down on his pockets to get his phone, ''Hey, did you girls see-''

His speech gets interrupted when he sees that one of the girl was ''accidently'' falling right onto his body, luckily, his reflections was quick enough to catch the girl and gently holds her on his arms, ''You okay?''

The girl's cheeks gets redder than it was ever before as she gazes upon Gun's invisible eyes caused by the sunglasses Gun was wearing, her hands slightly trembling in excitement. ''kyaah!! this is just like in k-dramas!!''

''U-uhh- y..yeah! I-im okay- t-thank you for catching me, haha!'' She puts up a smile nervously as she backs away from Gun, even though she didn't want to.

''Hey! You're not from this school, are you? Why are you here, oppa?'' The other girl asks, Gun can't help but get annoyed by the sudden nickname. He decides to ignore it.

''You're right, i'm not from this school. I came here to, ask you girls something'' He says as he puts his hand in his pocket to pull out his phone, the girls looks at each other even more excited, they can't read each others minds, but they know damn well what they're thinking right now. 'Oh my god! Is he going to ask for our number?!''

''Is there any chances that any of you know this guy right here?'' He asks, showing them a picture of Goo, and receiving a reaction he didn't expect at all.. the girls were suddenly.. terrified?

''Oh- uhm. T..thats Goo.. K-Kim.. you know him?'' The girl asks nervously, Gun raises one of his eyebrows slightly 'Hes pretty popular, isn't he?'

''..Kind of.''

Both of the girls looks at each other before turning back to Gun, ''Uhm.. yeah we know him.. but.. w-why are you searching for him though?''

Letting out a deep sigh, he continues, ''Just- did any of you see him around here today or not?''

Both of the girls shakes their heads to left and right. ''Goo rarely comes to school, oppa, he didn't come to school today either.. are you his frie-''

''Oh for fucks sake..'' Gun grumbles under his breath in annoyance as he turns his back to walk away, but a shout stops him in his tracks. ''O-oppa! Wont you give us your number?'' One of the girls asks, Gun just raises his hand in reply without even turning his back to look at them, continuing to walk.

''Ah, he's a hard one to get, isn't he..'' The girl mummers, then immediately turning to the other girl. ''lets go find his social medias."

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''Mother fucker.. Stupid mother fucker.. wasted a whole fucking hour of my damn life.. does he thinks that my time is as cheap as his is? fucking idiot..'' Grunting under his heavy breath, ignoring the glances he got from the others while taking rough steps with both of his hands clenched, a cigarette between his lips.

''If he's not in his school, where the fuck is he? that damn chairman.. he knows damn well where Goo is, yet he just wants to make me suffer.. oh for fucks sake..''

While grumbling, he stops on his tracks, both of his eyebrows slightly raising in surprise, a smirk creeping on his face. ''Finally.''

A light blonde hair, glasses, a dark jacket with.. two dragons on each sides? Gun can't really tell what those two creatures was since the blonde guy was a little further away from him, he could see that Goo was talking to a short, black haired guy who also had glasses, his friend, perhaps? the corner of his lips curving into a satisfied smirk, Gun flicks his cigarette to a near trash can and leans his back on a wall, watching Goo and the other guy carefully. They were talking, but of course he couldn't hear what they were talking about, but it doesn't take long for Gun to realize that the other guy was probably a customer of Goo, considering that the money the shorter guy took off from his pockets and gave it to the blonde, or maybe Goo was threatening him and forcing him to?

Whatever, Gun couldn't care less. The only thing Gun desired and cared at the moment was to beat up that guy's pretty face.

...''pretty'' face?

Yeah.. he has such a pretty face, doesn't he? judging from his flawless face, it probably costs him lots of skin care products and routines, Gun thinks to himself.

Whatever! Pretty boys arent his type anyway.

Shaking his head to left and right, Gun clears his thoughts, now going back to watch the two guys. He sees Goo count all the money that was in his palms with a wide smile, after saying a few words to the other guy, he finally turns his back and prepares to leave, so does Gun.

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''Now its time to think what i should do with all these money Cicada just gave me! A brand new anime merch? A new, soft plushie? Oh, oh, i should just buy a-..'' Someone dares to interrupt his thoughts with throwing a cola can at the back of his head to get his attention. ''The fuck?''

''Oi.''

Turning his head back to see who the fuck in the world just dared to throw a damn cola can at HIM, the great Joon Goo Kim, aka the most strong, dangerous, handsome, muscular, pretty, strong, handsome, intimidating, handsome, perfect, strong, stunning, dangerous, pretty, handsome, pretty, good looking man in Korea and worldwide, he can't help but get slightly surprised to see a face he has never seen before.

''What the-..Did-.. did you just throw a fucking cola ca-'' He gets interrupted, getting hit by a cola can once again, but this time, instead of his back, the aim was right into his face.

''Oh look, theres more cola cans,'' Gun's smirks gets widen before continuing his sentence, ''People really drink a lot here, huh? Dont you think so?''

Glaring at him with a stern frown, Goo remains silent, debating on if he should kill the guy for disrespecting him, or if he should kill the guy for mocking him. (hes too dumb to realize that they are quite the same thing)

''..You're not a familiar face..'' Goo mummers, adjusting his glasses and staring up and down at the guy, 'are you one of the guys's friends i stole money from?' stays at the tip of his tongue.

''Anyways! It's quite disrespectful to throw a cola can at someones head, ya know. If you really wanted my attention, you could've jus-''

''Fight me.''

A confused ''Huh?' leaves Goo's lips on its own at the guys sudden request, even though it sounded more like an.. order. Also confused at how fast the guys attidute changed. He was playful just a minute ago, and now he looked utterly stern and stoitic.

''Lets make this fast and quick, Kim Joongoo. Dont even dare to think of running away.''

'Running away? does this fucker thinks that i'm a coward or what?! or does he thinks he's so damn intimidating?!' And why the hell does he wants to fight me so suddenly? Helping someone?'

Despite his rage, he still somehow manages to smirk. ''You know my name too? I mean, i'm quite famous around here.. but.. let me get your name first.." he narrows his eyes, "Mr. freak eyes.''

Gun raises his eyebrows, taken aback by the sudden nickname.. oh, right, he forgot that he took of his sunglasses. 'Mr. freak eyes?'

''..Park JongGun.." he narrows his eyes back, "Mr. Piss hair.'' He says with clear disgust showing on his face. 'MR PISS HAIR?!'- oh wait! that name sounds familiar!'

''Ah! Now i recall!" He smiles widely. "Park JongGun, huh? I heard about you a lot at the center! Haha, it feels as if i'm meeting a celebrity.. so you came all the way down just to meet with me, huh?'' 'How romantic.'

''But say.." his smile fades away, now replaced with a stern expression. "First you throw a cola can at me, then you ask me to fight you out of the blue.. you think im a joke?!''

''Not ''ask'', it was an order.'' Gun fixes his mistake, ''Like i said.. lets make this fast and quick i need to test you.'' Gun says, his face stern as usual. 'A test?'

Goo lets out a chuckle at how ridiculous that sounds. "Test me, huh?.. You damn bastard. Is that a death wish?''

The fake blonde dares, the smirk on his lips getting wider in a mocking way. However, considering their overwhelming air, it seems he wasn't the only one who was annoyed by the other.

''Im annoyed too.. I've been ordered to start with a test.'' The dark eyed guy replies, his teeth clenched in annoyance, both of his hands resting on his pockets. Goo looks up and down to the guy, who was wearing a dark grey jacket with simple black pants, a light blue scarf with white strings completing his outfit... this guy may be good looking, but come on now, who in their right mind wears a scarf around their neck when it wasn't even that cold?

It's alright. He can choke him with it later.

He'll keep that in mind.

Park JongGun, huh? Well, Goo heard about him several times at the center, but he never really saw him face to face. He didn't even know anything about him either, only some ridicilious rumors about how ''strong'' he was and his name was all Goo knew about Gun.

''Tch.. Bring it on then.''

And thats how their fight, which lasted for hours starts.

'Oh for fucks sake.. im not in the mood for a fight right now.. Anyway! whatever, i'll just beat him up as soon as possible and then-' A heavy punch on his face was enough to interrupt Goo from his thoughts, luckily, he was fast enough to take of his glasses before he got hit. ''Mother fucker.'' Glaring at the guy who just punched him, he notices that Gun already took his jacket off, ''Damn you're a quick one, aren't you?'' He says with a smirk, wiping off the blood running down his nose.

''Stop grumbling. Let your fists talk, not your damn mouth.'' Aiming in for an another punch right into his face once again, he gets suprised when his punch goes on the air, a feet kicking his head behind him 'He dodged it?'

Dodging Gun's nonstopping punches and kicks, Goo debates on if he should use a weapon or not as he prepares himself to throw an another kick right onto Gun's guts, 'No. This bastard is probably like the other weak trashes, he wouldn't worth using a weapon.'

Or so he thought.

How weird.. he's the one on the ground right now, feeling the pressure of Gun's foot on his chest. Damn it. ''Well? Is that all you've go-'' A crowbar hitting on his face interrupts him, completely taking aback by the sudden move. 'Huh? A crowbar? Where the hell did he even find that?'

Frowning, Goo swings the crowbar at Gun's head, moving off when Gun's leg attacks the crowbar and gets up, his fist aiming for Goo's guts.

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Two hours.

It's been two fucking hours since they started fighting, and it didn't stop a single second since then.

What the actual fuck? How was this guy this strong? Or was he getting weaker?

Pure annoyance was displayed on Goo's now bloody face, along with his bloody clothes. Damn this fucker, he paid a lot for this shirt.

And for Gun? His face expression showed nothing but.. pleasure. That huge, wide grin that reached his ears, his wide obsidian eyes, making his white pupils look smaller…

Maybe his face was too bloody, Gun's cheeks seemed even more redder in Goo's eyes.

And his clothes? What clothes? Gun immediately torn off his shirt when the fight got overwhelmed, earning a grimace from Goo.

The pain coming from the sharp point of the wooden stick grazing through his chest only makes his grin widen.

That's it. That's fucking it.

Finally. He finally received the overwhelming, violent fight he has been craving, hell, desiring with every inch of his body for years, he never thought that this day would come, but here it is. So there really was someone as strong as hi-

"Yo, jackass!" The blonde's voice and attack interrupts him from his thoughts, creating an another scar on his cheek. "Focus."

Grinning, he wipes off the blood running through his cheek with the back of his hand. "That's it. That's it, Goo Kim. Come at me. Don't hold yourself back in the slightest." Dodging the stick that was about to insert in his neck, he grabs Goo's arm, throwing him onto the ground, the crack on the wall being enough to show how hurtful it must felt for Goo.

Gritting his teeth in utter annoyance, his grip on the wooden stick tightens. This fucker. He just ruined his soft and smooth skin! His shirt is barely even a shirt at this point! Was he trying to get him to rip off his shirt? Goo couldn't tell.

As Gun was about to aim an another punch onto his face since Goo was already on the wall, he lets out a groan in both pain and surprise when Goo kicks his face with full force, not giving him a second to get up, immediately sitting on top of him, extending the sharpest point of the wooden stick on his neck.

As he panted in exhaustion, Goo's eyebrows knits, frowning down at the male under him. "What's… huff.. what's your last words… you.. mother fucker.."

Gasping for air before responding, the widest grin Goo has ever witnessed in his entire life displays on the raven haired guy's face. "You have no fucking idea how turned i am right now."

.. what?

Wide eyed, Goo now realizes the hard bulge under him. As he was about to look down, Gun's fist stops him, now being able to get up since Goo was no longer on top of him. "Fuckingh- pervert! Did- did you seriously got hard by fucking?! Are you a masochist or Wha-" The kick on his face seems to be enough for him to move off his gaze from Gun's hard bulge.

Hiding his hard bulge with his hand, Gun frowns. "Don't fucking stare at my boner when we fight."

That's it. That was the last drop.

Grabbing the scarf that was already on the floor and had dust in it, he runs toward the raven haired guy, wrapping the scar around his neck without even giving him a second to adjust, then tightening the scar around his neck, pressing his foot against Gun's head with force, as he was now on top of him, once again. But this time, he was standing, with one of his foot on his head, and the other on his back, Gun's grunts making him want to kill him right there right now even more.

Because he couldn't tell if those grunts were caused by of pain or pleasure.

Leaning in closer to the guy's face, Goo moves his foot away from Gun's head, now, harshly grabbing his dark locks and making him stare at him with his narrowed eyes.

A wide smirk spreads on Gun's lips, as saliva drooled down on his bloody lips. "Is this all you've got?"

Goo finds himself thrown at the air the next second, now the scarf wrapped around his neck instead of Gun's.

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The pants of the two guys fills the alley, the scent of the blood surrounding around them, every inch of their body feeling sore, now noticing the sun slowly going down, the area darkening. And how many hours have been passed? None of them could tell.

The other guy extends his slight shaky hand to his pocket, praying that his cigarette package wasn't smashed enough. The desire to smile takes over when he sees that one of the cigarettes was still good enough for him to smoke, yet, his aching body doesn't lets him to do so.

Placing the cigarette between his lips, he lights it, not noticing the glare he got from the blonde lying next to him.

After exhaling a deep drag of the cigarette, he pulls it out from his lips and extends it to Goo, silently asking 'want a drag?'

Smacking his hand away was the first thought that pops in his mind. Yet, he couldn't even move his body at this point. Instead, he says between pants, "I.. i don't smoke."

Gun takes another drag but now in annoyance as his attempted indirect kiss ended up with failure.

#lookism #goo kim #gungoo #gun park #googun #park jonggun #gun x goo #lookism fic #why does it hss too many spaces bro #idk

[isa-belle1367]

Little assassins creed one-shot because I love my blorbs

I paced around the temple. Rebecca had demanded I take a break because I had been in the animus for the past 3 days with only small bathroom and water breaks.

I wasn't used to being so stationary. Normally, when I leave the animus, it's to go track down another battery. But now I had an hour of free time with nothing to do.

I ran my hands through my hair as I continued pacing. I felt like I was losing my mind. I was never good at sitting still in the first place, but after spending so much time jumping from building to building as my ancestors, sitting still was impossible.

I flicked on my eagle vision, a nervous habit. The temple became basked in a gray light with Bill, Shaun, and Rebecca showing up as blue. I blinked it away with a sigh.

"How much time is left?" I asked, turning to Rebecca.

"1 hour." She stated.

I groaned, I wasn't allowed to leave the temple, so I had nothing to do.

I decided to do some maintenance on my weapons. Altair was always strict about keeping his knives sharp, and of course, I picked it up.

I pressed my earpiece. "Anyone have anything for sharpening knives?"

"On my desk." Bill stated.

"Thanks." I said while grabbing the block of stone off his desk. He had a normal sharpener, but I felt more comfortable the old-fashioned way.

I sat down at my desk and removed the blade from my hidden blade. I began to sharpen the knife. The repetitive motion put me into a trance as I got lost in thought.

Less than a month ago, I would have never dreamed I would be sitting in an Isu temple sharpening a hidden blade. I hadn't exactly been too enthusiastic about the assassins.

My life had changed so fast. I went from a nobody working at a bar to saving the world. Most days, I could barely remember my life from the bar. I got the general idea, but all of the little details became fuzzy. Covered up by my ancestors' memories.

Even if I did survive this, I doubted I could go back to my old life. I wondered if any of my old coworkers wondered where I was. I did kind of disappear into thin air.

I doubted they were looking for me. They probably forgot me already.

I sighed, picking up my knife. I tapped my finger against the blade. The blade cut into my skin with barely any pressure, perfect.

I put the knife back into the hidden blade and strapped it back to my wrist.

I looked at my laptop. I still had 30 minutes left.

I grabbed my gun from its holster. I began to unload it.

As I was pulling out the ammo, I paused. I looked at my hidden blade, then back at the gun. I remember how easy it was to have a gun attached to Ezio's hidden blade.

I decided that having that could come in handy. I remembered how Leo had done it.

I pulled my blade off and started the modifications. Before I knew it, I had screws, small metal pieces, and god knows what else scattered around my desk.

I was almost done when Rebecca walked over. Her eyes widened when she saw what I was doing.

"What is that?" She questioned.

I finished twisting in the last screw. "I made a few modifications." I grinned.

I quickly put in the ammo before strapping the blade to my wrist. I still had scrap metal all over my desk, but I didn't care, I could clean it later.

I smiled at my creation. "I'm gonna give it a test run. Wanna come with?" I asked.

She looked at me skeptically. "Sure."

"Alright, c'mon." I said while practicing dragging her outside.

Behind me, I could hear her talking into the earpiece. "Desmond made something, so I'm gonna make sure he doesn't blow up the forest."

Once we were outside, I made a bee line for a nearby tree. I took a few steps back and aimed my wrist at the tree.

I had done this hundreds of times in the animus. This felt natural.

I took a deep breath before pressing the trigger.

The bullet flew through the air and hit the tree right where I was aiming. But that's not what excited me.

See, a few days ago, I had a bleed of haythem using a rifle, but it made no sound. He was using it with some Welsh guy, Shay, I think.

Well, I managed to do some digging and found out how he managed to silence the rifle, and then I applied that to my wrist gun.

I turned to Rebecca with a huge grin on my face. She looked shocked. "How did you do that?" She asked.

"I got bored." I smiled.

I turned my attention to my blade. These new improvements would make grabbing batteries so much easier.

I decided to go tell the others. "Let's head back." I said while starting towards the cave.

I ran inside. While on my way in, I pressed my earpiece. "You guys won't believe what I made!"

"What is it?" Shaun asked.

"I added a gun to my hidden blade and a silencer."

Rebecca chimed in. "The gun is completely silent, I didn't even hear it."

I got inside the temple and walked over to my desk. Bill spoke into the earpiece. "Hm, that could prove useful. I would like to take a look at it."

I set the blade down on my desk. "You can look at it now, I'm gonna head back to connor."

I walked over to the animus. I wondered if I would find any other cool weapons to recreate today.

(Spoiler, he found out about rope darts and was obsessed.)

#assassin's creed #desmond miles #oneshot #writing #silly desmond #desmond #connor kenway

[gingersnap1620]

Make a Memory (Chp.4)

Dean Winchester x F!Oc

Summary: Lillian has trouble sleeping so she decides to grab a snack and while in the kitchen she runs into Dean.

Warnings: Mild spoilers from seasons 8-15, canon typical violence.

Word Count: 1.8k

Song:

Margaret (feat. Bleachers)

A/N: Chapter 4! I hope you enjoy it! @gingernut1314 beta read this for me!

Lillian

I jerked awake covered in a cold sweat. 

I scanned the guest room they let me sleep in, trying to catch my breath. The room is so dark that I can't even see my hand in front of my face. I laid back down on the pillow, squeezing my eyes tight trying to fall back asleep.  

My eyes snapped open, but what I saw wasn't the same room as before. I sat back up and looked around the room to figure out where I was. 

I stood up and walked over to the little table in the corner. It was wooden and it looked old and worn out. There was a book open on top of the table. 

  This room feels oddly familiar…

“Lillian Cameron MacLeod!”

Mom?

“Did you steal my book again!”

Wait, I remember this.

I looked around the room again realizing that this was my old room, back in Scotland. I crept towards the door, finding it was cracked open allowing light to flow into the room. My mother used to leave the door open for me while she was still up, so I didn't have to fall asleep in the dark.

“Lillian!” I could see her through the sliver of space the door left. “Lillian! Come give it back. Me and Catrione need it!” 

Catrione used to perform spells with my mom, but she always took it to the extreme.

 I leaned in closer to get a better look at my mom. I haven't seen her since she ran out on us. Her curly, red hair bounced with every step she took. She walked with a certain smoothness that I still to this day don’t understand. 

I continued watching until I felt something brush past me and swing the door open. I jerked my head towards the little shadow running out of the room. 

It's me.

I must have been six years old. 

“I'm sorry mommy, it won't happen again.” 

She yanked the book out of my tiny hands and looked down at me.

“We all know that's not true Lillian. Now go back to sleep.” 

“Ok. I'm sorry mommy.” Though I remember very clearly I did not go back to bed. 

I was still watching from the other side of the door when Rowena walked over to our dinner table. On the table was a man chained down by his wrists and legs. There was also a rope tied across his neck making sure he couldn't move his head. 

Little me cracked the door and knelt on the floor right beside it, ready to watch what was about to happen. Catrione said a spell in Latin as Rowena lifted her hand in the air and in her hand there was a dagger. 

The man on the table started awake and began freaking out when he saw the two witches standing beside him. Catrione said the last few words of the spell as my mother swung her hand down and stabbed the man right in the middle of his chest.

The man's shrill scream jolted me awake.

Great. 

I walked out of the guest room and down the hall trying to find the kitchen. If I can't fall asleep I might as well get a late-night snack. 

Once I found the kitchen I walked over to the fridge dragging my feet. I was too tired to lift them up. I grabbed the bottle of orange juice and a cup. I filled the cup up and went to sit down at the table. 

I was halfway through my drink when I heard shuffling coming from down the hallway. I slowly turned my head to see who was coming. 

“Oh! Why are you up? It's 3:30 in the morning.” Dean gruffed in a sleepy tone. I looked over his body, noticing he was wearing a pair of hot dog-patterned pj bottoms and a long, gray robe. It was an outfit I wouldn’t have expected him to wear.

“Couldn't sleep,” I said with a chuckle as I looked back down at my cup. “The real question is why are you up?” I looked back up at Dean who was now pouring himself his own cup of orange juice. 

“Couldn't sleep either.” Dean shrugged and walked over to the table, sitting across from me. 

“Why?” 

Dean took a sip from his cup and looked at me. “Can't shut off my brain, you know?”

“I hate that,” I said, looking away from him for a second before looking back.

“What's keeping you up?”

“Nightmares.” I sighed. 

“You wanna talk about it? Sam used to get bad dreams and talking it out always helped him go back to sleep. I guess it showed him that it wasn't real.” 

“Yeah, well, my dreams aren't like that,” I said looking down into my cup, avoiding eye contact with him. We sat there for a moment in silence. I could feel Dean's eyes digging into me like daggers.

“Lillian, look at me.” Dean whispered gently. I tilted my head up to look up at him. “You can tell me. I promise I've probably heard worse.”

I sighed deeply, not breaking eye contact with him. “The nightmares I have aren't just something my brain whips up. They're usually memories.”

“What do you mean?” Dean asked, furrowing his eyebrow in confusion.

“Well, my magic, it's not all just normal witch powers.” I paused and took a deep breath before continuing. “I guess when I was born some of my mother's powers were already in me, so when I got older and more curious about why I had these bad nightmares and why I could see things that the other kids couldn't see, I started exploring them more.”

“Wait a second, your--” Dean looked like he second-guessed what he was about to say and shook his head, “Sorry I don't mean to interrupt, keep going.”

“No, what were you gonna say?” I chuckled. 

“Your mom didn't teach you how to use your powers?”

“She helped me learn how to use normal witch powers that start from a book. The “gift” I got when I was born is unique. Meaning I'm the only witch in the world who has them, and trust me I've looked. I'm the only one. I can basically control memories, or get haunted by them. Also my mother…she wasn't the greatest mom. I mean she had me and my brother, Fergus-”

“Fergus? How do I know that name?” Dean asked himself under his breath. 

“It's a Scottish name.” I shrugged.

“Yeah, sorry, continue.” He shook his hands in a motion to tell me to continue talking. 

I chuckled softly and continued. “When I was two my mom had my brother. And when I was six she left me and my brother with her baby that she had just given birth to, Hunter. I raised both of my brothers for three years before she left the twins on our doorstep. Their names were June and Georgina. 

So now I'm nine and raising four kids. She didn't stop there either, she had two more babies. The youngest two, Owen and then Lindsey. I was a little bit older with them so I knew how to handle them better.”

“Jesus,” Dean muttered under his breath. “How was she before she left? If you don't mind me asking.”

“No, I don't mind. I've already told you more than I've told anyone.” A nervous chuckle escaped my lips.

 “She wasn't a good mother, but she wasn't absolutely terrible either. I mean she is the reason why I have worse nightmares now than I did before. But I know she did love us, she just…didn’t understand that love is not a weakness.”

“I get that. That's how my dad was.” 

“What do you mean?” I leaned on the table more, which ended up making us pretty close.

“After my mom was killed by that demon my dad went into a sort of “shut down mode”. He treated us like crap but I know it was just because he didn't want to lose us as well.” I nodded my head looking down at the table. “So, what was your nightmare tonight? You never know, talking about it might just work.” 

I gently laughed under my breath and told him about my nightmare.

“Who was Catrione?”

“She helped my mom with spells and they also went to orgies together.” I saw his jaw slightly drop from the corner of my eye. “What?” I chuckled.

“Oh “what” alright.” He said in a mocking tone. “You can't just casually say they went to orgies together and then expect me to move on with no questions.”

“1. I don't really want to talk about my mom in an orgie, and 2. Why do you think there are so many of us?” I explained laughing at him.

“I don't know.” He said, rising from his seat. “I'm gonna go use the bathroom, don't move.”

“Ok,” I answered with a warm smile on my face. I rested my head on my hand waiting for him to come back. Man, after all that talking I'm exhausted. My eyes felt super heavy. I was fighting to keep them open. 

Dean

When I came back into the kitchen I found her asleep, still sitting at the table. I'm glad that she was able to fall asleep again. 

I walked over to the table and grabbed our cups and put them in the sink. I walked back over to her and scooped her up in my arms. I decided that since I wasn't going back to sleep for very long, I would put her in my room because I have a little night light in there, and I would sleep in the guest room. 

I carried her all the way to my room and gently laid her on my bed. I covered her up with my blanket and started to walk out. 

I was just about to shut the door when I heard her call my name. 

“Dean?”

“What's up?” I walked back into the room so she could see me better.

“Is there any way you could sleep in here with me? I just really don't want to be alone.” 

“Yeah, sure. I'll just go grab the pillow and blanket from the guest room so I can sleep on the floor.”

“No, no, I'll sleep on the floor. This is your house, your room.” she started to get up.

“No, you stay there, you're the lady and the guest. Trust me, I've slept way worse.”

“Are you sure?” I could hear her start to fall asleep again. It was honestly really cute.

What?

No. She's a witch.

What am I talking about?

I opened the guest room door and grabbed the pillow and blanket and walked back to my room.

When I got back in there she was knocked out, so I quietly placed the pillow on the floor and went to sleep.

#spn #dean winchester #dean winchester x oc #make a memory #supernatural #dean #dean spn #dean spn x oc #dean winchester x lillian macleod #Dean x Lillian #dean x oc #dean fanfic #dean winchester fanfiction #Dean Winchester fanfic #dean winchester fic #dean winchester fluff #rowena macleod #rowena spn #rowena supernatural #fergus macleod #crowley spn #crowley #dividers by cafekitsune

[bokunosoul]

i’m gonna need you to elaborate on ceo lau 🙏🧎‍♀️

CEO Lau x Reader

You bit your lip as you look at the most biggest high rise building on town. Kong Rong Corporations, one of the biggest pharmaceutical companies in all of the world.

Having too many companies extend their hand onto you offering opportunities for your impressive skills it seemed like a fantasy. But you are an indescisive person and ended up making a roulette to make the choice on which company to apply.

That's when you made the dumbest decision of your whole existence.

I did not knew what i was getting into.

Just playing a long with it you were offered an secretarial position that was weirdly a high salary despite you were new.

It paid a whopping $130,000 a year. You can't say no to that money after you paid off your debts.

You have read and watch in the news that the CEO, whos name you forgot is an really impressive person whom donates to charity and reportedly is a playboy and the heir of the company Kong Rong.

Well the nasty thibg about him he was rumored to be a hard person that's why many people quit on his company.

I don't really now since the media is full of trolls right now.

Setting that aside, the company's boss seemed to have weird taste. Noticing as i first went inside the building every employee was dressed in a casual suit and pants.

Meanwhile i look like an first lady watching my husband spout nonsensical lies and stand there being pretty.

But you did not mind the cute gray suit top and the pencil skirt you are wearing. But you must admit these loubotins are like daggers going through my feet.

Entering the department you will be managing you get all those kind of weird concerned looks.

The same goes as for everyone else you met.

"Why does everyone stare at me like i'm going to get killed or something?" you smiled akwardly and asked the girl showing you around.

"W-well that's beca-."

The girl suddenly stopped by a smack coming across her face causing her to fall down on her butt.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" i shouted as i help the girl stand up.

You glared at the woman. Yet you were so taken aback causing your jaw to drop.

An beautiful asian girl wearing red satin cheongsam and her hair perfectly in fingered waves and angelic face glared at you back.

Your eyes widened as you also recognized who she was. The famous supermodel and designer Ran Mao!

"You must be miss y/n l/n, you are late follow me."

Ran Mao said, she was different in the magazines and the news. I thought she was kind and shy but this was shocking and disappointing at the same time.

"U-uh miss-."

"Get this report done before 8pm tonight, it's about the report on our monthly sales and stocks, chop chop."

She said and pointed over at my workspace filled with paperwork.

"And, also if the clock strucked at exactly 7:30, do give coffee to the top floor for Lau."

"Uh sure, on thing is this office mine?"

"Yes it is."

She replied annoyed before shutting my office door.

Looks like im going to work the shit out to get my 130 grand.

_____

Typing the third to last page of your report you are already exausted. Lights are starting to go off in each departments as each employees clock out.

Standing up to your feet all sleepy and getting your 8th glass of coffee on the day you sighed.

You looked at your watch and suddenly remembered what the supermodel has said to you. Give a "Lau" guy some coffee when the it turned 7:30.

"FUCK."

You hurriedly stirred the coffee and went to the elevator headed top floor.

You were out of breathe when you reached the top floor.

There it leaded only to one big hallway and one big wooden door.

Knocking three times you said.

"Coffee for Lew?Lu?Lo???? Aha LAU!"

You can't prounounce the name well but managed.

"You may come in."

A man's voice behind the door.

"I-i'm sorry sir i'm late a bit, hehe this is your coffee."

You put the coffee on his table and sighed in relief as you've seen he's not mad.

The swivel chair turned around and there appeared a handsome tall man smirking.

You blushed, expecting an old fat man to welcome you.

"Is this the coffee?"

He said while stirring it.

"Yes sir."

"Why don't you come closer dear."

His deep husky voice gave you the chills and have no choice but to come closer.

In a flash the warm coffee was already in your white polo shirt drenching you.

"WHAT THE F-."

You stared at the man in disbelief as you can't believe what just happened.

"You are approximately 4 minutes late miss y/n."

he said coldly before laying the coffee cup again on his table.

"I'm very sorry sir, i was-."

Your eyes fell to the ground and come across at a shiny thing. A golden name plate which engraved the world "Lau, CEO of Kong Rong."

"Do you realized your mistake now darling?"

Still shocked from what just happened he just smiled and said.

"I'm going to make your life hell."

______

#black butler x you #black butler x reader #black butler headcanons #black butler scenario #black butler #kuroshitsuji x you #kuroshitsuji x reader #kuroshitsuji #lau x reader

[tarisilmarwen]

Whumptober 2023 - "Second Shot"

(I have returned to my Whumping Teen Titans Robin roots and y'all aren't gonna complain about it.

Prompts used:

No. 23 "It's gonna get me by the end of the night": Shadows/Stalking/"Who's there?"

No. 11 "All the lights going dark and my hope's destroyed": Captivity/"No one will find you."

No. 30 "It's okay to just say, 'I'm not okay.'": Bridal Carry.)

---

The night was deep and chilly as he swept over the rooftops like a fleeting breeze.

The tap tap! of his shoes and the swish of air as he leapt and dropped were the only sounds to be heard; even the crickets were quiet tonight. A thin curl of fog was drifting in from the bay, giving the streetlights a very vague haze.

It was eerie.

Robin tried to shake off the muted feeling of nails scraping against the insides of his head. He focused on his steps, on each breath and pant, the weightless feeling of being midair and the solid thud of his body as gravity pulled him back down to the concrete and bricks.

His anxiety had been... agitated... the past few days.

He couldn't say what it was. A random odd artifact left at a crime scene here, a chill down his spine there. Cryptic clues planted that could portend something... or could have just been his paranoia working overtime, responding to outside agitators that didn't actually exist.

Starfire had noticed first, of course she had, even without a mind bond she could always tell when something was off with him, and had given him a "Be safe." before he'd left on patrol that night that sounded more concerned than usual.

He was beginning to wish he'd asked her to come with him. Just so he wouldn't feel quite so alone.

There wasn't much night life in the industrial sector of Jump City, granted, but the night owl warehouse bees seemed to have shuttered themselves inside too.

Robin dropped down to street level and checked the time on his T-comm. Sighing, he let his eyes sweep the street.

Empty, nothing of note.

That feeling crawling on the back of his spine wouldn't go away. Robin wrestled with whether to listen to the instinct or dismiss it as his overactive hyper-vigilance misfiring. It was hard to tell sometimes what was his worst Batman habits emerging versus the best of his training paying off.

His anxiety was not eased when, out of the corner of his eye, he spotted fleeting movement, flicking through the shadows.

Immediately alert, Robin's head whipped in that direction.

The darkness between the buildings was too complete, it was impossible to see.

On edge, Robin continued along the street, walking carefully but quickly, eyes open and scanning every which way. He felt his heartrate start to prick up, and automatically went into a breathing exercise to calm it. One, two, three steps, slow inhale. Four five, six, seven, and let it out.

He was almost to the end of the street. He was wary of the darkness under the broken streetlight at the corner. It was all too easy to conjure shapes in the shadows with his mind's eye.

A sound, like the scritch of a foot on the sidewalk.

Robin whirled around, tensing. "Who's there?" he shouted towards the empty darkness.

Nothing but silence answered his call, but Robin still felt heavy portents of doom echoing through him. His hair was beginning to stand on end, adrenaline creeping up.

His instincts proved horribly prophetic; the next second he caught the sound of something whistling through the air towards him.

Practiced, automatic motion had him whipping out his bo staff, swinging it wide to knock the object away. There was a metal clang as the end connected.

And then everything exploded with white lightning.

Robin felt electricity stab up through his arms and tingle sharply in his chest and head, knocking his teeth together. He disconnected from his body for a moment, lost in the shock, and returned just in time to feel himself falling backwards, collapsing.

His staff clattered somewhere to the side of him. Robin was dizzy, staring up at the gray-black sky in a daze, every limb limp and uncooperative.

"Impressive hit."

The voice made Robin's throat hitch and tighten. The cold, chilling, familiar edge, the leering mix of condescension and praise...

As feeling started to return to him, Robin lifted up his head, eyes freezing wide in terror as he confirmed the identity of the figure stepping into the hazy lamplight, hands clasped casually behind him.

Slade's single black eye had a vindictive gleam as he looked down on the Boy Wonder.

"Too bad it was the wrong move," he said, dryly patronizing.

Get up get up MOVE! Robin's mind yelled at him and Robin struggled to do so, fighting against the sluggish paralysis still clinging to his arms and legs, heaving up with effort, scrambling.

Like a swift black hawk Slade swooped in, grabbing Robin up by the collar of his cape. Robin's throat strangled on a frightened sound as he was hauled up, shoved against the nearest building wall.

He smacked the bricks like a ragdoll, choking on his fear and the shrill alarm inside him screaming at him to Fight back, fight back!

His boy wouldn't cooperate, nerves still fried and recovering from the electric blast and Robin grunted in frustration as he forced weak arms up, to throw a punch, to bat at the villain, something.

"Don't fight," Slade told him, pulling something from his belt and covering Robin's mouth and nose with it. Robin choked as the sickly sweet chemical smell invaded his nostrils. "You still owe me a second shot at our 'partnership', apprentice," Slade was saying, pressing the ether-soaked cloth down tighter with his palm. "And this time," he growled, dangerous undertones in his eye and voice, "I intend to finish the job."

Robin keened breathlessly, fighting for a clear breath, but all he could inhale was slick, sticky acid, burning down his throat. He clutched at Slade's wrist feebly, feeling his kicking and grasping growing distant, out of reach. Watery static trickled through his ears, filled his head, the edges of his vision blurring.

Panic rang through him, but he couldn't struggle, couldn't speak, couldn't breathe, and could only feel his body growing weaker and weaker, all sound and sensation melding into the ringing static wall as he faded away.

The world went dark.

***

Waiting for an opportunity to escape from the stronghold was an exercise in torturous patience. Robin put up some of the expected resistance at first, but then held back, watching carefully, learning the routine.

He ate without complaining, he trained when he was told to, for as long and as hard as he was told to, even when Slade made him perform the same set or task again and again until he was satisfied with its perfection. He held his tongue and didn't talk back.

He knew Slade didn't trust his quiet, compliant routine, but the man didn't comment on it, merely keeping an eye on him either physically or via the cameras.

Finally, when Slade made the mistake of being on the opposite site of the manor from Robin, leaving him alone for a moment in the library to study building blueprints, the Boy Wonder seized hold of a chair and didn't even hesitate.

CRASH! went the chair into the window glass, and an alarm immediately began sounding.

Robin was already scrambling through the open sill, dropping down the two meters to the ground. He was unsteady on his feet for a moment, praying he hadn't twisted his ankle, and then as soon as he found his balance he was off running.

He made it around to the front of the house and was halfway down the drive before Slade caught up with him.

Robin didn't even see him, too busy looking for hidden traps or wire fencing or maybe emitters for an invisible electric fence. But then an orange blur to his left side warned him a split second before he was bowled over, tackled and sent slamming into the pebbles and dirt of the long driveway.

The plain white shirt he'd been given was immediately scuffed up, his cheek scraped on the rocks and pain lanced through his head as he was knocked down. He was breathless a moment before he fought, desperately, viciously, under the bulk of the man pinning him.

"Get off!" he screamed, looking towards the gate and the treeline with mounting frantic despair as Slade grabbed hold of his arms. His legs kicked, sneakers scuffing the walk, jeans catching on the cobblestones. "Get off me! You can't keep me here!" he shrieked.

Slade's fingers squeezed around his right wrist and yanked, pulling Robin's arm up painfully behind his back.

"Ahhh—!" he cried pitifully.

"Ohh but I can, apprentice," Slade was snarling, eye flashing with anger and thoroughly unamused. "Do you see that gate?" he asked, his other hand snaking around Robin's chin, forcing him to look forward. "That is wrought iron, ten feet high, and leads to nothing but a private drive that eventually joins with a long-deserted rural track within dense forest."

Slade dropped Robin's chin but pressed down with more force on his pinned arm—Robin held back a pained whimper.

"We are miles away from anyone who could possibly help you," Slade emphasized, growling the words into his ear, uncomfortably close in his personal space. "So rid yourself of any delusions of rescue." The man's anger was hot and harsh, practically spitting the words. "No one is going to find you," he said firmly.

Robin stared straight forward, towards the illusion of freedom just steps away, eyes welling and blurring with hot tears. His breaths came in shuddering gasps, as he tried not to give into sobs.

Slade held him there, emphasizing his helplessness and hopeless situation, before he released Robin's arm.

Robin didn't fight, though his heart beat fearfully as Slade dragged him up, grip tight on Robin's bicep as he began pulling the boy back towards the stronghold.

He pinched his face and firmed his mouth and tried not to make things worse as he let himself be dragged back towards his prison.

***

In lieu of another escape attempt, Robin focused on projecting as much fear and pain and distress outwards as possible, in the hope that it would attract Raven's attentions through their bond.

He pictured his emotions as a blaring alarm, sending a distress signal into the ether. Slade might have control over what he did and what he wore, what he ate, when he slept, everything, but he couldn't yet—as far as Robin knew—control his mind.

So Robin beamed out his negative emotions from every physical pore and prayed it would be enough for her to hear.

He was sitting on the edge of his bed right now. Slade had left him to his own devices, after expressing concern about the elevated levels of stress cortisol inside him.

Robin was certain Slade would resort to forcibly drugging him unconscious, if it kept up too long. But he had to try something and this was the least bad option he could come up with.

He stayed wound tight, black gloves clenching on his thighs—Slade had stuck him back in his old apprentice uniform, which Robin was trying desperately not to think about—calling out and calling out and yanking on their bond, trying to get her attention.

Hours passed. He couldn't sleep, didn't want to sleep, rigid and frozen solid in posture, crying out inside his mind.

Some time in the early dawn hours... he felt something back.

A whisper. A touch. A reassuring mental brush.

Robin almost wanted to sob in relief, but didn't dare do much more than gasp, keenly aware of the blinking camera in the corner of the room trained on him.

Muted sounds came through the walls. Blasts. Breaking items. The pulse of a familiar sonic cannon.

And then the space between the bed and the door turned dark and Raven and Starfire emerged from the depths of her portal.

Robin let out a cry and flung himself into Starfire's arms at once, not even caring anymore as security alarms blared shrilly in his room. The alien princess gathered him up, one arm around his back, one underneath his legs, pulling him close to her chest protectively, comfortingly.

Slade had apparently beelined for Robin's room at the first sign of trouble; the door was slamming open now before him, hideous anger in his masked expression.

He hit the barrier that Raven quickly flung up between them. Robin flinched into Starfire collarbone as the villain's fists bashed against the energy projection, fully determined not to let him escape.

Starfire clutched him tighter, breaths frightened but then growing steady. Robin felt heat above his head, felt a searing fire rustle through his hair as her eyebeams shot straight and true.

Slade grunted, slammed into the far hallway wall by her blast, and Raven wasted no time swirling darkness around them again.

Robin clung tighter to Starfire's neck as he felt the world dissolving into a cool familiar pressure.

They emerged in the air high above the manor, already pouring smoke from Cyborg and Beast Boy's joint distraction attack.

Raven paused a moment to check on him, looking for injuries, before drawing back in the air and lifting her hands again.

"Azarath Metrion Zinthos!" she said, and dark matter surrounded them again, a telepathic tug pulling them away.

Robin buried his face into Starfire's shoulder and shuddered gratefully, with unspoken wells of relief, as he was borne away from the hell that had defined him for weeks.

He was almost genuinely asleep by the time they made it make to the Tower.

Starfire brushed soft fingers into his hair, sitting them down on the couch.

"Rest now," she whispered, gentle and soothing. "You are safe."

And he felt it in his bones, felt the shuddering, sobbing ease of tension and emotions coming uncorked, pressing his nose even more into her sweet-smelling skin and letting the tears fall.

It was over.

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[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

Drawing a Line on the Carpet

Summary: It's Y/N's first time alongside Jensen on the red carpet. She feels pretty exposed, but things could be worse, and they just might end up that way.

Warnings/Explicit 18+: Light Smut. Brief fingering, lots of making out. Jensen being sexy af and also a complete badass. Brief violence. Slightly insecure plus-sized!reader.

Pairings: Jensen Ackles x Y/N (Surprise cameo from a non SPN actor! 😉)

Word Count: 2.5k+

A/N: So, I’ve decided to do all 30 of these writing prompts. I may miss a day here and there, but I’m going to try to do one a day, and I will be completing all 30 no matter what.  They won’t always be in order.  This fic will be for the prompt: Write a scene that describes your MC well. I think this whole fic describes my version of Jensen very well. 😊

I will be putting together a Masterlist for all 30 prompts and adding it to my main Masterlist.

A/N 2: I have like three ongoing series, that I should be working on and 2 requests that are still waiting to be finished. (I'm SO sorry! They're coming - PROMISE!)

So, of course I had to write this Jensen RPF that absolutely no one asked for. 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️ But I couldn't help it, the idea flew into my head and I couldn't get it out. So -

TA DA!! 😝😝

As always, of course this story is about a Jensen from a different part of the multiverse, who is single.  This is a complete and utter work of fiction. 😊

The beautiful divider at the bottom was created by @firefly-graphics

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Y/N stood in front of the full length mirror hanging on the hotel wall and nervously ran a hand down the tight fitting bodice of the emerald green, silk, sleeveless dress she was wearing. Although it fit more snugly than anything she usually wore, she was okay with the way the material clung to her torso and exposed a healthy, but acceptable, amount of cleavage.

It was the high slits that ran up the sides of both her legs, exposing her thick thighs, and even giving a peek at the swell of her hip, that had her leery and wanting to change out of it.

When she stood stock still, the material of the skirt hung closed. But as soon as she shifted at all, her legs were exposed. She frowned at her reflection and wondered if she really had the courage to wear it.

A low whistle from the doorway startled her, but she smiled as she caught Jensen's eye in the mirror. He was dressed in dark gray pants, an emerald green v-neck t-shirt to match her dress, over which he wore a perfectly tailored black suit jacket.

He looked stunning. Of course.

"Man," he said with a regretful shake of his head, "it's just too bad, I was really looking forward to going to this opening tonight."

Y/N frowned, disappointed. "What? Why can't we go? What happened?"

Jensen wandered up to stand behind her. He wrapped one arm around her shoulders, his forearm draped over her chest, pinning her back against him, while he snaked his other arm around her waist.

"Well, we're never gonna make it on time since I plan on ripping this fucking dress off you, throwing you down on the bed and not letting you up for at least three or four hours. Movie's gonna be over by then."

He shrugged as though there was simply nothing he could do about it before sliding his hands up to wrap around her upper arms, holding her still while he nuzzled into her neck.

Her hair was swept up and pinned in place, so there was nothing to stop his searching lips as they nibbled and sucked along the column of her neck and across the curve of her shoulder.

"Mmmm...Jensen..." she breathed. "Jensen, stop. You are not giving me a hickey that I'm gonna have to try and cover up, like I'm a teenager who stayed out past curfew!"

"Pfft! Don't cover them up." Jensen scoffed and Y/N didn't miss the fact that he'd said, 'them'. He sucked and nipped at her skin, and despite her protests, Y/N tilted her head so he had easier access. "Let everyone see them, remind them that you're mine."

Y/N moaned lightly before finally ducking her head and lifting her shoulders so he couldn't keep trying to mark up her skin. She turned to face him and looped her arms around his neck. "I'm nervous enough about tonight; trying to hide a hickey is the last thing I need."

Jensen shook his head. "I told you, you have nothing to be nervous about, sweetheart."

Y/N snorted. "Yeah, easy for you to say, you've walked down the red carpet hundreds of times." She sighed deeply. "Not really something an accountant gets the chance to do very often."

Jensen pulled her close and slid his hands through the slits of the dress giving her a light slap on the ass that made her gasp, before he grabbed up her fleshiness in both hands and squeezed, turning her gasp into a deep moan.

"That's because most accountants don't look this fucking hot in silk."

He dipped his mouth to hers, and thrust his tongue past her lips, licking up into her, greedily swallowing down her moans and stealing her breath.

He pushed her backwards until she was pressed up against the mirror, then pulled back slightly, panting into her mouth.

"Fuck, Y/N, you better tell me to stop or I swear to god, I really am gonna rip this to shreds and fuck you right here, where I can see you from every angle."

He spun her around so that she was facing the mirror, her hands splayed against it, bracing herself. Jensen's hands covered hers and he encased her completely within the muscular circle of his arms. His breath was hot and damp on the side of her neck.

All of a sudden there was a knock on their hotel room door and the hotel concierge could be heard on the other side.

"Mr. Ackles, Ms. Y/L/N? Your limousine is here."

Jensen's groan turned into a growl. "Maybe he'll just go away." He panted roughly into her ear.

But the man was persistent, knocking again.

"Mr. Ackles?" He called again, and Jensen finally pushed away from Y/N to call back to him.

"Thanks, be there in five!"

Y/N giggled at the way Jensen's cheerful voice did not match the look of death he was shooting the man on the other side of the door.

She pushed away from the mirror and checked her reflection. She was slightly flushed and she'd have to reapply her lipstick in the limo, but otherwise she'd survived her boyfriend's ravaging fairly intact.

Jensen straightened his suit jacket and Y/N reached up to wipe away the smeared red lipstick on his mouth.

"Mmm..."Jensen nodded. "Thanks."

She smiled teasingly at him. "Of course. Can't let people see I've been ravishing you."

Jensen growled again and playfully nipped at her fingers as she thumbed across his lips, making her squeal and yank her hand back.

He grabbed up her wrap from the chair and guided her forward and out the door, with a hand at the small of her back.

As they passed through the door, he whispered low in her ear. "Just wait till we get back here tonight. Then we'll see who'll be ravishing who."

***

As they stepped out of the limousine and a million flashes started going off, every single one of Y/N's fears and dislikes about herself came screaming to the front of her mind.

On a day-to-day basis Y/N had learned to love her body just as it was, and was okay with how she looked. She knew she'd never be considered supermodel material - she was short, her arms were too chubby and her thighs weren't the right kind of thick, her ass was too wide, and her waist wasn't non-existent.

But as she'd matured and grown she'd come to simply accept herself; her body may not fit conventional beauty standards, but it was strong and healthy and she was content in it.

However, with so many eyes on her, in a dress that was much more revealing than she was used to, she could feel old remnants of body issues popping up in her mind.

But Jensen had hold of her hand as they walked towards the beginning of the red carpet, and she squeezed it a little tighter as she saw the incredibly long line of photographers just waiting to get their shots.

Jensen pulled her into his side, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and rubbing his hand up and down her arm. He leaned down to kiss her temple and spoke quietly.

"You're doing fabulous, sweetheart. You look absolutely stunning. Just smile naturally and breathe. We're good."

Y/N wrapped her arm around his waist and took his advice, letting her mind get caught up in the fun, instead of the fear.

Jensen knew a few of the photographers by name and he'd waved and shouted out greetings over the noise when he saw them.

Things were good; but about halfway down the carpet, things went very wrong.

As they reached the halfway point, all of a sudden Jensen cursed quietly beneath his breath. But the guy next to them on the carpet, an actor she sort of recognized, was more vocal about his displeasure.

"Fuck me! Drummond is here? Who the hell keeps giving that asshole a press pass?"

Y/N looked where the two men had been staring but she couldn't tell which person they had the problem with at first. But then a tall guy with a medium build and a pointed face began calling out to Jensen.

"Hey Ackles! Back on the red carpet again, huh? Still not here for your own stuff though!" Drummond chuckled.

Jensen ignored him and kept smiling, but Y/N was frowning at him. His words had the cadence of teasing, but there was something mean-spirited layered underneath. Then Y/N realized what it was; this dude was oozing jealousy.

As they continued down the line, moving about two feet at a time, stopping while the pictures were taken and then shuffling further along, the so-called photographer wouldn't stop shouting out "teasing" digs towards Jensen.

Every once and a while Drummond would shout something at the guy beside them too, who began talking to a publicist, trying to see about getting the heckler tossed, but Jensen shook his head at him.

"Don't give him the satisfaction, man. You'll just give him a bullshit story to run with. He wants to piss you off so he can snap an angry picture and say you were an asshole. Just pretend he isn't there."

His fellow actor agreed, but Y/N found it increasingly tough to follow suit. At one point, as they were finally starting to pass him, he asked Jensen what role Kripke was gonna lob his way next.

"I mean, he's pretty much the only reason you've got a career, huh?"

Jensen had to tighten his grip around Y/N's waist to stop her from storming forward and smacking the douchebag across the face. "Not worth it." He reminded her in her ear.

Finally they'd moved a few feet away from him, nearly past him completely, and he was getting desperate.

So, he shifted his focus.

"Who's your chubster date, Ackles? Is she related to someone important? Is bangin' her part of your five year plan to kickstart your career?"

Y/N felt like she'd been slapped, her cheeks burned with humiliation. But she was immediately aware of Jensen's body going rigid beside her.

For the first time since he'd started heckling them, Drummond had Jensen's full and undivided attention.

"What the fuck did you just say?" Jensen asked as he moved back towards the paparazzo. His arm crossed over Y/N's body and he tucked her behind him as he moved towards his target.

"Oh, come on, man! I'm just messing with you. What, you can't take a joke?" Drummond guffawed as he lifted his camera to snap the picture he'd been angling for the whole time.

Y/N pulled on Jensen's arm as she noticed. "Not worth it." She reminded him, but Jensen seemed to not even hear her as he stalked closer to Drummond.

"I'm giving you fair warning right now asshole, you utter one more word that has anything to do with my girlfriend, and I will knock your fucking teeth out of your filthy goddamn mouth. You understand me?"

Drummond wore an expression that was half gleeful at finally having wrought the reaction he wanted, and half terrified of the towering Texan issuing his warning.

Y/N moved up beside Jensen again, pushing slightly on his bicep. He didn't budge.

"Jensen, come on honey. He's not worth this shit."

"Ooh, the lady coming to the rescue. But you don't have to pull him away so soon, Chubbs, we're just chatting." Drummond cooed at Y/N, reaching over the metal barrier to grab her arm and try to hold her there.

Within seconds Jensen's fist was smashed into the photographer's face with a sickening crunch that told Y/N that his teeth might actually be loosened, and his nose was definitely broken.

He immediately let go of her arm and before he could even screech out his indignation and pain, Jensen's other fist was twisted up in his shirt front.

"I fucking dare you you to touch her again!' He roared at him. As the crowd around them seemed to finally cotton on to what was happening, camera flashes were suddenly all focused on them.

Security, and the actor who'd been beside them, leapt at Jensen to pull him off, but they couldn't seem to.

It wasn't until Drummond started blubbering and holding up his hands in front of him, that Jensen finally tossed him away in disgust and shook off the men trying to hold him.

He turned to Y/N who stood in shock, just silently trying to process what had just happened.

"Are you alright? Y/N?" He cupped her cheek, "Baby, are you good?"

She nodded absently and he grabbed hold of her hand as they were hustled out of the line and into the theatre. They went through back entrances and narrow, staff only hallways, and she was only vaguely aware of what was happening, letting them shuffle her along.

Finally she and Jensen were put into what seemed to be a cozy staff lunch room, coffee makers and squishy couches sat around the room and Y/N dropped onto the nearest one.

A minute later Jensen got down on his haunches in front of her and pressed a warm paper cup into her hand and she slipped the creamy coffee, letting it help her focus.

"How are you, sweetheart?"

Y/N shook her head and took hold of his hand, running her thumb gently over the bruises she could see forming there, under the red scrapes.

"How am I? How are you? Does it hurt?" She asked bringing them to her lips for a gentle kiss.

"No, they're fine." Jensen said, dismissively waving his other hand.

Before they could say more, a middle-aged man in a neatly pressed suit came in and Jensen stood up to greet him.

"Hello, Mr Ackles." The man said as he shook Jensen's hand. "My name is Tom Gentry and I'm the manager here. The police are here to have a word with you about what went down. They're gathering other's accounts as well. But they'd like to speak with you and Ms. Y/L/N separately."

Jensen looked down at Y/N and she nodded, giving him a smile to try and ease the lines of worry on his brow.

She looked to the manager. "Yes, that's fine."

"Follow me, Mr. Ackles, and the officers will be in momentarily, Ms. Y/L/N."

Y/N nodded again and Jensen kissed the top of her head. "Be back right away, sweetheart."

The cops who came in to talk with her were brusque but not rude. They asked their questions bluntly, but let her answer in full, simply making notes and nodding. It didn't take her long to give her version of what happened and they thanked her and left.

She waited another ten minutes before Jensen came back into the room. She stood up when he entered and he opened his arms as he reached her in only a few bow-legged strides. She stepped into them gratefully, shivering slightly as she wrapped her arms around his waist.

He shrugged out of his suit jacket and draped it over her bare shoulders, before pulling her tight against him.

"The cops are finished with us for now. So, let's get out of here, what d'ya say?"

Y/N nodded and followed along blindly. And before she knew it, they were back in the hotel room.

She dropped Jensen's suit jacket on the couch and wandered towards the bedroom. Jensen followed.

She sat in the overstuffed chair in the corner of the room and Jensen sat on the corner of the bed, facing her.

After a minute, he spoke quietly. "Tell me what you're thinking."

Y/N tried for a smile, but didn't quite manage it. She shook her head. "I'm thinking...that...I don't know what to think."

Jensen's jaw clenched. "Did I scare you?"

Y/N was about to deny it, but then she realized that would be a lie. She shrugged. "A little I guess. I've never seen you like that." She frowned at him. "Where did that come from? I mean -".

"He put hands on you."

Y/N felt her breath catch at the look of ferocious intensity that was back in his eyes.

"I wasn't about to let that stand." He said in a deadly calm voice and she suddenly realized that a part of Dean really did live inside Jensen.

She shook her head. "But Jensen, you know that asshole is gonna press charges. Something like this could really put a dent in your career. He could make people think you've got some kind of terrible temper, that you'd be awful to work with, or even dangerous on sets."

Her voice was full of worry as she continued. "Speaking as one of the accountants at your agency, if I was there right now, I'd be telling them they're bound to lose money on this. You could lose potential roles, you're gonna lose -"

"I don't care about any of that shit, Y/N." He interrupted again. "I did what I did and I don't regret it for a second. The only thing I care about losing, is you."

A look of sadness came into his eyes and it broke her heart. "Have I lost you?"

Y/N's eyes widened. "What? What do you mean? Why would you lose me?"

Jensen scowled darkly. "I exposed you to that shit, to pigs like Drummond. He was cruel to you just to get at me." He shrugged. "And I scared you with how I acted. I'm not sorry about breaking his nose, but I am sorry about that."

Y/N stood up from the chair and moved to stand between his legs, leaning against him, and clasping her hands on the sides of his neck.

"Jensen, you startled me, more than scared me. It was just surprising to see that side of you. I know how calm you always are; so few things ever rattle you. I mean, you took his insults and taunting that entire time, without batting an eye. Meanwhile I wanted to fucking strangle him."

Jensen's mouth quirked up in the half smile she loved so much. She kissed his lips gently, briefly. A sad smile clung to her lips as she pulled back.

"As for him saying mean things to me..." she shrugged, "Well, sweetie, he's hardly the first and he certainly won't be the last asshole to judge me based solely on some bullshit beauty standards that exist in their own heads."

As Jensen looked up at her, she slid her palms up to grip his scruffy cheeks. "But I don't care about what he thinks. Or at least, I try not to. The only man's opinion I care about is yours, and," she patted her hair, "I know you think I'm hot right?" She said, her teasing grin not quite hiding the slight apprehension that colored her words.

She watched the passion and desire slide into Jensen's features the way it had so many times before, and her apprehension melted away.

He leaned forward to press kisses across her cleavage, his face being perfectly level with her breasts, before pulling her down to sit on his lap.

"You're the hottest fucking woman I've ever had in my arms and the only one who can make me hard instantly."

He pulled her hand to rest on his cock that was straining behind the fine material of his dress pants.

She bit into her lip, and whined loudly as he reached into the slit of her dress and shoved her thong aside so he could run two fingers through the wetness that pooled at her center.

"Fuck, Jensen!" She said in a voice made harsh by desire.

"Good idea, sweetheart. I believe I had plans to rip this dress off of you."

Y/N opened her eyes. "Jensen Ross Ackles, don't you dare!"

She was trying hard to see past her thrumming need to have him shred the dress to pieces, throw her onto the bed and fuck her into the mattress.

"Well then, darlin', you've got about 30 seconds to get out of it before I turn it into rags."

When Y/N didn't move fast enough Jensen started counting.

"One Mississippi. Two Mississippi. Three -"

Y/N squealed and started reaching for the zipper.

***

The next morning they sat in bed with the room service tray between them. As they finished up their breakfast, Jensen sighed.

"Well, shall we?"

They'd both turned their phones off last night, vowing to avoid the mess until the next day.

Y/N shrugged. "I guess we'd better."

Their phones beeped on and Y/N took a deep breath. She had dozens and dozens of text messages and social media notifications. She noticed that the vast majority of notifications seemed to point her to a specific Twitter thread. She clicked on it, just as Jensen chuckled beside her.

"Huh. I'll be damned." He said, mostly to himself.

She looked over to see he was clicked on the same thread and she started reading it on his phone. The thread was from the Twitter account of Chris Evans.

"That's who he was!" Y/N said out loud, finally recognizing the actor that had been beside them on the red carpet the night before.

Jensen looked at her incredulously. "You didn't recognize Chris? He's like, one of the most famous actors in the world!"

Y/N shrugged. "I knew he looked familiar. I was just too busy staring at my hot date!"

Jensen was still chuckling at her lack of Hollywood savvy as she picked up her own phone to read the thread.

Most of it was just a straightforward account of exactly how things had transpired, and an indictment of the entertainment industry in general for constantly letting men like Drummond get away with it.

Y/N noticed that Chris never repeated the gross, insulting things Drummond had said about her, simply stating that the paparazzo made misogynistic and body-shaming comments towards her.

The final two tweets in the thread, made Y/N get a little teary-eyed and made her even prouder to be dating the remarkable man next to her.

~~~~~~~

In closing, I'll just say this. I've known Jensen for more than 20 yrs in this business. We've never had the chance to hang out a lot, very unfortunately. But back in the day, we went up against each other for a lot of roles, and I'll be forever grateful he was too busy and stepped away, letting me take on the role of Cap. Whatever he says, I know he was a serious contender.

But throughout these 20 yrs I've been lucky enough to talk with him, and get to know him a little. He is always respectful, was always a gracious winner when the role went to him, and a good sport when I lucked out and got it. I've never seen him be anything but patient, calm and a true gentleman. Which should give some indication of just how disgusting the actions of this so-called photographer really were. For whatever it's worth, I think Jensen was completely in the right here, and I applaud his actions. @ jensenackles you're a badass, my friend.

~~~~~~

Jensen was smiling at his phone as Y/N finished reading. "Wow." She said simply.

"Yeah, he's a good dude." Jensen said with a nod. "That was really nice of him, and it seems to have made a pretty big difference. My phone is slammed with requests for interviews to talk about my 'heroic actions'."

Jensen shook his head and chuckled. "Man, this town is something else."

Y/N was beaming. "I'm so happy the truth is out there and that you're coming out on the right side of this."

She pushed his phone away and kissed him lightly. "I never did thank you, did I? For standing up for me?"

A wicked smile spread across Jensen's face and he pulled her close for a deeper kiss. They broke apart panting and Jensen cleared his throat.

"I'd say you thanked me plenty last night."

Y/N punched him lightly on the arm. "Well, if I remember correctly, you thanked me first, and then you thanked me again," she nibbled on his succulent bottom lip, "and again and again and again!"

"And again!" Jensen growled as he rolled her onto her back, knocking the breakfast tray to the ground.

Y/N giggled breathlessly and then moaned loudly as Jensen's mouth attached itself to her pulse point.

"You are very welcome, Mr. Ackles. Mmmm...my hero!"

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[little-firestar]

Major Crimes Fanfic- One More Day

It had been a bad day, a bad case; Sharon, having finished writing the latest reports, had returned home to what had become their love nest for two years now. Andy, on the other hand, had not been in the mood: wasted young lives always had that effect on him, threatening to plunge him back into the abyss of drinking. He had gone to an AA meeting; normally, he never shared details of his work, merely talking about how drinking had ruined his family, but this time it had been different. No names, ranks, descriptions. a simple sentence. 

Hi, I'm Andy and I've been sober for almost 30 years. It's been a good half of my life now that I don't drink, but as I once told a good friend of mine, you can't change who and what you are, only the way you approach life. Sometimes I drank not because I was a jerk, but because I wanted to delude myself that I could forget what sucks in the world. I'm a cop, and-and I had a very bad case. A guy killed a teenager, a girl his age, and threw her in the trash, just like that, because she was nothing to him and she didn't deserve anything different. Fifteen years old. Those two kids were only fifteen years old....

When the meeting was over, he had stayed a while to talk; he had sought out his sponsor, and vented a little to him-with Randy, they had known each other all their lives, he could even go into a little more detail-and then, finally, he had gone home.

The apartment was completely shrouded in darkness and silence; Andy tried to flick the light switch, but nothing happened, and he was filled with a feeling of dread. It felt to him as if he were inside some movie, or crime TV series, where the protagonist came home and once he managed to turn on the light found the dead body of his own wife.  He moved slowly, bringing his hand to the holster he carried at his side; circumspect, he flattened himself against the wall, crawling along the walls until he reached the kitchen. He heard a noise, something falling to the ground, shattering into dozens, perhaps hundreds of pieces, and pointed his weapon in the direction of the noise.  The light suddenly returned, and Andy heard a female voice scream - squeak - as soon as he moved, pointing his weapon at what he was sure was an intruder, ready to shoot.  Andy blinked, in disbelief; in front of him, amid the shards of a cup, wearing a Japanese silk kimono like a robe, was Sharon, without glasses and with her hair completely disheveled. 

"What the hell -- Sharon, I almost shot you!" He rebuked her, slipping the gun into its holster.He dropped down on one of the dining room chairs, and brought a hand to his heart, which was beating wildly. "What were you going to do, give me another heart attack?"

She smiled at him, sweet, motherly, and Andy remembered all the times she had taken care of him-including the time he had been beaten up on the street and ended up in the hospital, and she had gotten into the ambulance with him after the attack, never leaving him alone, not even for a moment. 

The woman gave him a glass of water, and put her fingers on his carotid artery, trying to see if his heart rate was returning to normal; Andy closed his eyes, sighed, and began to purr, as if he had been a big gray cat. Sharon burst out laughing, her eyes watering with joy, and she clutched Andy's head to her chest, studding that flowing silver hair with kisses.Andy moved the kimono's neckline slightly and kissed the long pink scar that started from her sternum and ran almost all the way across her rib cage in its entirety, and rested his ear against it, eyes closed. 

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom....

A regular, perfect rhythm, his favorite sound, the one he set to listen to every night before falling asleep, the one he heard every morning as soon as he woke up-that of Sharon's heart. He didn't know who donated that organ, but not a day went by that he didn't thank God for that gift, because after Julio had managed to revive her, the doctors had been able to stabilize her long enough until a donor came along-and that, in the end, she had agreed to undergo the transplant: even one more day with her, to him, was a miracle. 

"Mom, Eddie fixed the fuse that blew and..." Rusty and his boyfriend, a dashing Texas-born firefighter, Eduardo, entered the house by slamming the front door; Andy and Sharon didn't even bother to separate, they just stayed cuddled in their little bubble. "What are you two doing?"

"Come on, aren't they sweet?" Eddie elbowed him in the arm, and Rusty rolled his eyes as his boyfriend grabbed him by the wrist and dragged him away. "Come on, come on, let's leave them alone, they're so cute! Goodbye, Mr. and Mrs. Flynn!"

The young men walked out of the apartment, and from inside the house, Andy and Sharon heard the elevator going up to their floor. They burst out laughing, and exchanged a long, tender kiss, still cuddling for a long time. 

Every day was a gift to them.

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I present you another snippet from Chapter 8 where we finally get to meet some new OCs that are set on catching John and becoming heroes. Enter Charlie "The Menace" Morgan...

The Spread Eagle was empty when Calahan entered, his day had started at 5 am with a couple of Peggies stumbling across his camp and ruining his chance at getting some rest. "You've been marked, Sinner! John is coming to get ya-", was the last thing their leader had said before Hartley sent him to meet his beloved maker. And since then, his day was going just peachy. He needed a drink, or more like five. No rest for the wicked. Or do I say the "Sinner"? "Rookie, the usual?", Mary May shot him a smile from behind the bar. "Why is it so quiet, gorgeous?" Seeing a friendly face was already brightening his mood. "Take a guess." "What do I win if I guess right?", his wink made Mary May roll her eyes. Her reaction caused him to think of Sabrina and how she never took his charm too seriously either. Where the fuck are you, Gray? Who has you? He couldn't go 5 minutes without thinking about all the people close to him that the Seeds had captured few days back. It made him restless, angry, ready to lash out on any Peggie that crossed his path. "First drink's on me." Calahan gave her his best "I'm so lost in deep thought" face, the same one he used anytime Whitehorse lectured him on how he should be behaving as a Deputy. "I'd say-"

The sound of the bell cut him off as the doors to the bar opened and three Resistance members walked in, involved in what seemed like a very heated discussion. "Mary May, drinks, darlin', we bear good news!", the oldest of the trio chimed in. The voice belonged to Charlie Morgan, a man in his late 30s, with short dark hair and beard, shifty pale eyes and neck tattoos. "Rookie! Just the man we need!", he shouted before slapping Calahan on the back with unnecessary force. Hartley was already over the interaction, dreading whatever he and his buddies had come up with. Back in the days before the Reaping he wouldn't have been caught dead interacting with Charlie, but as Dutch had said they needed any assistance they could get. He only wished the helping hand in question was better at their tasks and didn't spend half the day drinking at The Spread Eagle, calling it "work for the cause". The sooner I get Hudson out and track Gray down, the quicker we'd make actual progress and rescue the others. "What is it now, Charlie?" "Deputy, we have him!", it wasn't Morgan that responded but a teen that couldn't have been older than 17, an unfamiliar face to Hartley. "Have who? And you are?" "Justin Harker. My ma and I moved in here few months back, may she rest in peace.", he offered his hand to Hartley, which he shook, then added in a whisper, "We've got intel on John Seed!" Charlie sat down in the chair next to Calahan's, downing the glass Mary May had produced in front of him. "Bastard's running a leaky operation, Rookie. Heard from a source he's left that bunker of his on his own. But it gets better… in less than an hour he will be headed to his ranch." Hartley shook his head, "Sounds too good to be true, Morgan. You sure you didn't dream that up?" "Deputy, it's true. We're going there, thought to stop to ask you to joins us for the ambush.", Harker couldn't contain his excitement. "We're capturing that bastard and making him suffer today.", Charlie let out a maniacal laughter at which Mary May slapped her palm on the bar, giving him a pointed look. "Keep it down. I'm running a business here. First and last warning, and you're gonna be making your own booze in your toilet." "Sorry, darlin'." The third guy remained silent, Hartley knew his face but for the life of him couldn't remember his name. "So you coming, or not, Rookie?" Calahan sighed, his head was already throbbing enough, and Morgan's presence wasn't helping. "No, I'm exhausted. I doubt this is going to pan out, boys. No offense, but you're miles away from being a capture party. Best case scenario, some Peggie is fucking with you and sending you on a wild goose chase… Worst, well… you'd be captured and meet John face to face, but in his bunker." "Rookie, are you afraid?", Charlie chuckled. "You heard anything from what I just said, you asshole?" "Now, now, let's all calm down.", third guy broke his silence, waving his arms around. "We're going, Rookie. And you can sit on your ass and be afraid all you want. I'm catching that bastard that carved my chest and carving his face as payback today. Let see then how well his broadcasts perform after I'm done with him."

Charlie downed his second drink and stormed out without a look back, followed by Mr. "Calm". Hartley grabbed Harker's arm as he went to leave, too. "Kid, if you know what's best for you, don't go anywhere with Charlie Morgan." The teen shook his head, "It's fine, Deputy, I made a promise at my ma's grave, I plan on honoring it." "You know which channel to call if you get anything?" "Yes, Deputy. I will be sure to keep you posted." With that he left, heading outside to join the others. "God, I hate Charlie.", Mary May groaned. "Then why serve him, gorgeous?" "Can't be picky in these times, now can I? As long as he pays… but I'm getting close to banning him indefinitely." Calahan rested his head on the bar. "You really not going to go with them?", Mary May nodded towards the now closed door, "There's still time." "Nah. I'm good. Don't believe John Seed would just offer himself on a silver platter like that." "Well, in that case, why don't you head upstairs, catch some sleep on the couch? Didn't plan to say it, but you look like shit.", Mary May smiled. "Don't I know it. Sleep avoids me like an ex-girlfriend these days." "You still worried about Sabrina?" "No news, absolutely nothing. It's bizarre." "I'm sure something will turn up." "Thanks, gorgeous." Hartley took a final sip of his drink and climbed upstairs, ready to get some needed rest before he'd have to head back out.

John drove in silence, his eyes glued to the road while he felt like he was on autopilot as the last few hours replayed in his mind. His emotions were all over the place: from how the morning started with yet another close encounter with Sabrina through the decision to take her to the ranch to holding her lingerie in his hand as he imagined peeling it off her body. Bad idea. He had no clue what had possessed him to do it and she seemed just as shocked. He needed to put as much distance between them as soon as possible, if he was to come back to his old self and focus on his tasks. Then there was Savannah and her genuine excitement at his presence and their "trip". He knew he had made the right decision the second she told him she's not afraid of him even if he's a "Peggie". He didn't want to imagine those big green eyes fill with fear at the sight of him. Ever. "You doing okay there, Seed?", Sabrina whispered after a while, amusement seeping into her tone. John nodded, gripping the steering wheel, "Just thinking, going over my schedule." A complete lie… but he doubted she'd appreciate the truth, especially spoken out loud in front of her sister. He took his eyes off the road for a second to sneak a look at Sabrina just in time to see her faint smile vanish completely off her face. Her hand shot out to his knee, his name coming out in a panicked whisper, making him look back ahead. The road they were on wasn't empty as it was before, instead a car and an armed man stood blocking their path as the truck came to an abrupt stop. John looked in the rearview mirror, contemplating driving back the way they came from but two more men had popped out from hiding, headed for the truck with determination. The Resistance.

"Who are these people? Are they Peggies? They don't look like it.", Savannah spoke up, her face twisted in confusion. "I'm sure it's just a misunderstanding, pumpkin.", Sabrina responded just as one of the Sinners shouted, his voice carrying through their open windows, "Out, Seed, don't think of doing anything funny. There's no need for anyone else to get hurt." "John-" "Rin-Rin, what's happening?", panic was taking over Savannah's voice. One of the men was by the driver's door then, rifle trained, ready to haul John out of the truck by force. "It's okay, Savi." He leaned in, wondering if he's smelling Sabrina's scent for the last time as he whispered in her ear, "There's a gun in the glovebox, the Bliss bullets are non-lethal but they will slow them down, do what you must to protect Savannah." Then he turned to the Sinner, calling out, "I'm coming out. There's a child in the car." "John, this is a bad idea." He knew as much, but the alternative presented just as much danger. "It's not my time yet, Deputy. Don't worry." He opened the door, climbing out with one last look at Sabrina, knowing chances were she'd drive away now that the road behind them was clear and leave him to face Judgement at the hands of the Resistance. She owed him nothing, especially not when her sister was in danger. "Walk, Seed.", the Sinner gritted out, his rifle poking John in the back, urging him on. As they neared the lone gunman, he raised his hands, "I'm unarmed, let the others go." He wasn't exactly unarmed, he still had Sabrina's knife, though using it would be a gamble with his own life. "You're not in charge here, you bastard.", came out the familiar voice of Charlie Morgan, his dead gray eyes narrowed with a look of hatred, hinting at his intentions. That very man had his turn sitting in John's chair not that long ago, screaming about revenge while John carved "Gluttony" into the Sinner's chest. From the corner of his eye he could see the youngest of the group speak into a walkie, probably calling in reinforcements. Captured. Me?

John wanted to laugh at the irony, but thoughts of Sabrina and Savannah clouded his mind. "You haven't learned anything from your Confession, have you, Charlie?" It was the wrong thing to say, making Morgan's face twist up in rage, gaze shifting to the truck behind them, "Maybe I should go drag out that lady of yours, march her over here, see how mouthy you are then, you bastard." John tried to keep himself in check, but something must have flashed across his face, urging Charlie to keep pushing. "Yeah, I'd start with carving into her. Make you watch. Then comes your turn. How does that sound?" He turned to the older Resistance member, "Bring her here, Blake." "You have to love them, Brother.", Joseph's voice did little to calm the anger bubbling up inside. The thought of Morgan putting his slimy paws on Sabrina made John see red. Before he can even attempt to silence the urge for violence, his hand had taken out her knife from the back of his jeans and in one brisk motion plunged it into the neck of the Sinner that had led him there. Before Charlie could react he was on top of him next. The whole time the youngest Sinner stood frozen in shock. His pistol shook in his hand at the sight of one of his comrades lying dead on the concrete, blood pooling beneath him and the other was close to follow in his footsteps, too. "Charlie, this isn't what we planned…Hurting others…Blake's dead.", the teen mumbled, voice small. John ignored his panicked ramblings, keeping his attention fully on Charlie, his smile dark as he said, "Yes, you haven't learned anything, Charlie." Morgan was nowhere close to giving up, his fury fueled his struggle and eventually allowed him to overpower John. He was set on grabbing the knife as he came on top with a maniacal look on his face. "You carved my chest, now it's time to carve that pretty face of yours, you bastard. See how Joseph likes you then."

"Is John going to be okay?", Savannah's eyes were brimming with tears. Sabrina's gaze shifted from the scene in front of them back to her sister as the armed man led John away. She rolled the windows up, afraid what might carry through them. "Hey, look at me, everything is going to be okay.", she reached her hand out to Savannah, "Don't look ahead, okay?" "Okay." Two paths were presented to her again: to drive off or help John. Her brain screamed at her to be rational, that Savannah was the only priority, that she should crawl over the console and into the driver seat, turn the truck around and leave. Her conscience argued he's in danger because of her: because he took her out of that bunker in the first place and he was breaking a rule by taking her to his home to protect her sister. And her heart… it reminded her he's the man from her visions. That she would be abandoning him to die, never to see him again. Acting or not. I can't leave him. Her father was not one for inaction, it's what led to his death and he passed that dangerous drive down to his daughter. She knew what he would do. Her mind was made up the second she saw John take down one of the men. You're going to get yourself killed, Seed. In a blink, she was reaching into the glovebox, pulling out the gun, absorbing the familiar feeling as she gripped it and released the safety before she turned to Savannah. "Keep your head down, whatever happens, you don't look. Lock the doors behind me, Sav." "John-" "I'm going to get him." She kissed her sister's forehead, rushing out of the truck, her eyes zeroing in on John and another man locked in a struggle on the ground, fighting over a knife. Above them stood a teenager, face frozen in shock, as he pointed the gun at the two men, unsure what to do, if he should shoot. "Charlie, stop it! We agreed we're taking him in alive! We had a plan!" Charlie? She knew that name, many times she and Hudson had to escort him out of the Spread Eagle after he had decided to sleep there after a full day of drinking. Then suddenly one day he had disappeared, taken in by John's men only to reemerge with a dark look that refused to leave his eyes, constantly talking about getting revenge on the Project. In that moment he was set on killing John, screaming about carving into his face as payback. Seems like your own sins are catching up with you, Seed. Did you have him in that room, too?

The teen's gaze shifted from the ground up to Sabrina as she drew in closer, he raised his pistol in panic, pulling the trigger but his hand was shaking so badly he missed, grazing Sabrina's arm instead. She ignored the sting, hitting her target in a spot at his shoulder that was less likely to be leathal, the tricky shot incapacitated him, but whatever was in the "bullet" took him down in seconds, to the point she was worried she had killed him somehow. A brief moment was all it took for Charlie to get distracted when his friend's body hit the ground, giving John the chance to strike and sink the knife into his neck in one swift move. "A chance at Eden, Charlie. And you threw it away.", came as a mutter. He rolled the man's body off him as Sabrina reached her free hand out to pull him up. "Sabrina.", he lay still for a second, his blue eyes staring into hers, betraying his bewilderment at her assistance. "You expected me to leave?" John nodded, as he grabbed her outstretched arm, his own hands were bloody, getting hers covered too. He got up, smoothing the strands of hair that had gone out of place during the scuffle. "You should have left. Your sister-" "She's okay. I told her to lock the doors. I don't leave people behind, John." "Even me?" "Even you." "And yet, that boyfriend of yours left you behind. Ironic." "Boyfriend?", Sabrina's eyes narrowed in confusion. "That blond Deputy.", the resentment was clear in his tone and the mask slipped for a second as his features morphed into a dark frown. She didn't correct his assumption when she said, "Calahan. And he didn't leave me, I told him to go." "You sacrificed yourself so he gets away. You must love him then." Fishing for information now, are we? "I simply didn't want to risk his life too. I can take care of myself." "That I've seen. You're quite resourceful.", John wipped her knife off his jeans, "Your little gift saved my life, Deputy." Gift. Ha.

""A knife in your boot can save your life one day.", it's what my father used to say." And Scott Donovan was right, her own knife had helped John. "Smart man." Sabrina gave him a sad smile as she kneeled down, checking on the teen at her feet, "He was. A truly good man." Barely lucid, but still breathing. Good. "We have to go, Deputy. I'm pretty certain this one called in reinforcements." She nodded in response and when John made a move towards the teen, knife still clutched in his hand, she put herself between them, adding, "If you're planning on killing him, too… I won't let you. He's a kid, couldn't even hold his weapon steady. Enough lives were lost today, John, and it's barely noon." "Fine, Deputy." After moving the bodies off the path, they headed back to the truck, as he asked, "What do we tell Savannah?" We. That's progress. Sabrina took a deep breath, "I- for once I'm not sure, I need a minute." His hand was on the small of her back, offering silent support as they reached the passenger's side door. To Sabrina's relief her sister had followed her instructions: she was curled into herself, her auburn hair barely peeking out between the seats. She looked up cautiously when Sabrina knocked on the glass. "We're okay, pumpkin. You can open up." Savannah climbed over the console, rolling down the window, "Are the bad men gone?" Gone. Both literally and figuratively. "Yes, Sav. Pass me your water bottle, will you?" Sabrina and John quickly washed off whatever they could from the blood before climbing back into the truck. Soon they were back on the road with the men's bodies not visible in the rearview mirror anymore as Savannah's face poked inbetween the front seats, her green eyes focusing on John then on her sister. "You're both okay, right?" "Yes", came out in unison, making her laugh out loud. John looked at Sabrina before shifting his gaze back onward, his lips curling into a triumphant smile, "Deputy, you just said "Yes"." "No, I didn't.", she deadpanned. Savannah giggled, "Yes, you did, Rin-Rin." John tilted his head in her sister's direction, "See, Savi here says I'm right." "You're unbeliavable." "So you keep telling me.", and he had the audacity to wink. He just killed two people and is smiling like nothing has happened. Sabrina rested her head against the window, ignoring the pain in her forearm and trying to keep her emotions in check while Savannah and him chatted away, filling the time until they reach their destination.

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He feels something soft touch the bridge of his nose and he groans a bit, burying his face deeper into the pillow. The feeling now touches his bare shoulder, one of his hands coming up trying to swat it away thinking it was a bug but the soft giggle coming from above him tells him it’s anything but. He smiles with his eyes closed, lying on his back before he finally sees who it was.

Beatrice is looking down at him with her eyes soft, clearly already alert, supporting her weight on her knees and her hands on top of her thighs, “Hi,” she says softly, “Good morning.”

“Mmm, it sure is.” he says with a thick sleep voice, rubbing his face with a hand before he grabs her by the waist tugging her closer. Beatrice laughs, climbing on top of his hips and straddling him after he kicks the covers low enough to expose the gray sweatpants. He hums sleepily, still blinking hard with the slumber still heavily holding onto his eyelids, “What time is it?”

“Eight a.m.” she smiles, placing her hands on his chest while his drop to the bare plush flesh of her thighs, caressing the skin in a back and forth motion, squeezing the thicker part that neared her hips, “I made us breakfast.” she says while leaning forward, her hair forming a curtain around their faces, “Do you feel like having it in bed?”

He’s still rubbing her thighs, thumb barely brushing the elastic of her underwear, “That depends, are you going to have it with me?” he asks with a charming smile. Beatrice leans closer, kissing his lips sweetly before she pulls back, sliding out of his lap and purposefully grinding on him as she makes her way out of the bed, “Careful.” he says, almost holding her on top of him, “Just because I just woke up doesn’t mean I can’t be alert, baby.”

The brunette just gives him a look over her shoulder, grinning until she disappears from beyond the door, leaving him on the bed. Rooster groans, rubbing his face with both hands as he pulls himself to a seated position, leaning on the backboard and stretching his arms above his head with a pleased long grunt as the joints popped. He waited with his legs crossed by the ankle - his tattooed calf on top of the other so it wouldn’t harm the healing skin - waiting for Beatrice’s return.

Beatrice came back with a tray he completely forgot he had, probably hidden somewhere in his cabinets since he thought he’d never use it at all but boy was he wrong. He just smiles wider at her, running his hands through his hair to comb the messy strands as she walks to the other side of the bed and settles the tray down. “Woah,” he says once his eyes meet the breakfast she prepared, “How long have you been awake?”

“Since seven,” she says smiling, folding her legs under her butt “I decided that you deserved a little surprise.” he chuckles tiredly, still rubbing the sleep off his face but turning his head to kiss her on the lips.

“Thank you.” he mutters against her lips, pressing a series of pecks on her mouth before he gets comfortable enough to dig in. Beatrice was an amazing cook, he could never grow tired of whatever she did no matter what. She could make porridge and it’d taste amazing, he knew it.

Plus, having these moments with her gave him a glimpse of what would happen when they did end up living together. 

While they were finishing their breakfast, Rooster remembered what Mav said yesterday about the ball they’d have. He lowered the mug on his lap, the remnants of coffee still steaming up to his nose as Beatrice placed the dirty plates inside the tray, “Bea,” she looks up at him with a smile, “There’s going to be a ball soon, on the 23rd, a celebration for an admiral who passed a few months back…and well, I was wondering if you’d like to go?” he wouldn’t force her to if she felt she wasn’t ready.

Beatrice slowly blinked at him, he could see the cogs in her head turning as she digested the information, “...a ball?” she asks quietly, leaning back on her seated position to place her hands on top of her thighs, “I’ve never been to one before.” she answers with a nervous laugh. A ball, a Navy ball with other Navy officers that weren’t Rooster and the other pilots she knew, people she had never seen before. She was trying hard to not let the overthinking get to her and show him she got a bit nervous with that prospect,”I…okay.”

Her boyfriend frowns, setting his mug down to scoot closer towards the brunette, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, “Baby, if you don’t feel like going,” she lifted her eyes from her hands guiltily, “I won’t force you. I can go by myself.”

Beatrice chews her lower lip, playing with the end of her sleeping shirt, “It’s just…” she sighs, “I’ve never…well, I’ve never been to a ball before where there’d be a lot of Navy personnel you know? I’m used to you guys and Pete and the others I see at the bar but…” she wraps a loose string around her finger out of nervousness, seeing the white of her skin when she tugs it too hard, “What if I…I don’t know, embarrass you?” he immediately makes a face and recoils in surprise, pulling the string she kept wrapping around her finger away.

“You could never.” he reassures, bringing her closer to him by hugging her waist, dropping a kiss on the curve of her jawline, “You don’t have to worry about that.” she makes a worried noise, looking down at her hands, “Baby, look at me.” she does, her eyebrows low and green irises brimming with worry, “You’ll be fine, you won’t have to do anything but stay with me, maybe chat with some people who talk to you, but that’d be all.”

Beatrice chewed her lower lip even more, avoiding his eyes for a few seconds as she took in his words. He was right, she wouldn’t have to do a lot but be with him, there was no way she’d embarrass him, right? The goblin voice of doubt inside her head tried to growl back that it wasn’t true, tried to list down all the ways she could mess this up for him but it was muffled by the sound of Bradley’s voice telling her again that everything would be fine. So, with a final deep breath, she nods, “Okay.” she says, “I’ll go.”

“You sure?” another nod, this time with a little smile that made his insides flip happily, “Okay, baby. We don’t have to stay there too long, you know? Just a little bit, then we will be ready for your parents’ celebration on the 24th.”

Beatrice smiles, “Yeah.” that’s also not the only thing that would happen on the 24th but that was still a secret she hid it under lock and key, “I can do that. I’ll just need to find a dress to wear, are you wearing your uniform?” He mutters a yes against her skin and Beatrice still briefly.

She had only seen pictures of Bradley wearing the full on Navy garb and it was one of the sexiest things she had ever seen. She doesn’t usually care about uniforms, she never did, until she met Rooster and he changed her whole world. “Well…that’s okay, should I just buy something that follows the colors of your uniform?”

He chuckles against her skin, nosing her neck with a smile before dragging his lips up to her ear, ‘You don’t have to, but it’d be very interesting to see it and cute too.” he says, bringing her closer to him so she could lie her head on his chest, her cheek pressed right on top of his pectoral “So if you want, you have my whole support.”

Beatrice smiles, shoulders shaking in a quiet laugh, “I know.” she replies, hugging his middle so she could inhale the cologne that still clung to his skin even in his sleep. She knew she’d be fine with him, he’d try his best to not make her feel so worried about making a good impression on the people he’d worked with or his superiors. He did mention the others would go too, so if it gets too intense for her, she could stay with Nat or Halo, or Shells if she goes with Bob.

He was right, her shoulders easing some of the tension they carried a few minutes ago. She had a few days before the ball, she wondered if she could find a dress her size that fast. It wasn’t a club dress and she couldn’t wear something like that there. She should give Shells and Evelyn a call, maybe mostly Evelyn since she worked at a fashion magazine and could get in touch with some of the big people in that line of work? She did manage to get a Catwoman outfit…would a ball gown be easy to find too?

Bradley kisses the top of her head making her look up in surprise, “Hey,” he smiles, rubbing the side of her face, “What got you thinking so much?”

“Oh, just…wondering where I could get a long dress.” she explains with a shrug, “I’ll message Evelyn, since she helped me with my Halloween costume and whatnot.”

Ah, yes, how could he forget that costume. Bradley tried not to think about how good she’d look in whatever dress Evelyn manages to get for her. He smiles against her neck, kissing the skin again before he pulls away, “I’ll put this in the sink,” he says already grabbing the tray, leaning forward to kiss her one last time, “Thank you for the amazing breakfast.” he says against her lips, loving how she giggled and cupped his face before he broke away for real, walking backwards out of the room until he could no longer see her.

With Bradley gone, Beatrice decided to send Evelyn a message, she knew her friend liked to go jogging early in the morning so it was possible she wasn’t asleep right now. 

Bea  (08:32)

Ev!Are you awake?

Ev (08:33)

Yeah, I’m awake. What’s up?

Bea (08:34)

I need your help. Brad invited me to the ball that’s going to happen on the 23rd and I have no dresses :( do you know anyone that can maybe help me out? I can rent the dress!I don’t need to own it, you know?

Ev (08:36)

Oh my God, you are going too? I mean at least I won’t be alone there. But to answer your question, yeah, I can give some people a call and see if they can help us out.

Bea (08:37)

Ev you are a lifesaver!! Thank you so much! <3

Ev (09:38)

Give me twenty minutes to go back home and shower, then I’ll give you a head up, sounds good?

Bea (08:39)

Yeah!It does! Thank you again!

Beatrice sighs out in relief, the phone dropping on top of her thighs as she falls back on the bed, God bless Evelyn and her many connections in the fashion industry or else she’d be fucked. She hears Bradley’s footsteps return, feels the bed dip under his weight as he crawls over, pressing kisses up her neck that stop once his mouth reaches her own. She grins into the liplock, cupping the sides of his face to keep him there and rubbing his cheekbones when he pulls back, “Mm, you taste like fresh coffee,” he smirks, dropping his mouth back on her neck, “What’s making you smile so much?”

“I talked to Ev,” he hums to say he’s listening, even if his lips are busy, his hands dragging up underneath her smiley face sleep shirt, hooking his fingers on her underwear, “She said she’ll help me out.”

“That’s great, gorgeous.” he says between wet smacks of his lips on her throat, “Did she say when?” his hands go higher, showing more of her skin for his eyes to see. The shirt stopped by her chest and Rooster was quick to move away from her neck to press kisses on the underside of her bust which in turn made his girlfriend suck in a sharp inhale.

“She said she’d message me in–” she sighs when he makes a trail down her stomach, stopping by the edge of her underwear, “I-In twenty minutes.”

He kisses the little bow in the center of her lace panties, “Maybe you can reply in twenty five?” he suggests with a knowing glint on his eyes, his girlfriend’s face just turns red in response, “Yeah, twenty five and you can talk to her all you want.” he says, his warm breath touching her inner thighs as his fingers hook on the sides of her undergarments.

“Roos…”

“Twenty five, baby.” he coos, tugging the panties down, “Is all I’m asking.” 

Beatrice just blushes harder, giggling and lifting her lower back so he could get rid of her panties “Okay…” she said, barely having time to say anything else before his mouth was on her.

-

Evelyn wasn’t surprised when Beatrice took a while longer to reply to her once she found out she was spending the weekend at Rooster’s. The brunette apologized profusely for taking too long and thanked her for finding someone that could help her out. 

Evelyn just told Beatrice to stop by her apartment and that the clothes would be there already, since her friend was kind enough to drop some by there for storage. Beatrice had never visited Evelyn’s apartment, so she was very surprised when the Bronco rolled into a park in front of a massive building with mirror like windows, “Jesus Christ,” he mutters once he steps out, lifting his sunglasses to his hairline, “That’s so much bigger than I thought.”

“It is,” Beatrice agrees, looking to the side to see a known Buick parked a bit farther from them, “I think Shells is here too.” she says, offering her hand to Rooster who immediately took it, bringing it to his lips to press a sweet kiss. Even the lobby was bigger than they thought, the concierge’s desk on the corner had marble tops, “Good lord, how much is Evelyn making as a graphic designer?” Bea asks quietly.

Rooster just looks around the area, “A lot it seems, holy shit this place is so…much bigger than my own building.” he murmurs, following Beatrice until they stop at the concierge’s desk who was talking on the phone. Seated on the couch that was hidden by the curve of the concierge counter were no one other but a known blonde bartender and a spectacled officer. Both Beatrice and Rooster gave them a double take “Shells? Bob?”

They looked up from where they were seeing something in Shells’ phone, the blonde smiling widely and jumping to her feet, ‘Babes!!” she laughs, immediately engulfing the brunette in a hug while Bob stood up to bump fists with Rooster, “What are you two goobers doing here?”

“I asked Evelyn to help me find a dress.” the blonde pulls back and gives her friend a confused look.

“Wait, you too? I asked her the same thing!”

“You did??”

“Yeah!”

Beatrice just blinked in amazement, her mouth opening then closing as she tried to understand what was happening. The concierge however interrupted them, saying that ‘Ms.Simpson said you could go up now. Beatrice looks back at Rooster, who just shrugs before the four of them make their way into the massive elevator that could hold at least eight people easily. They didn’t even have to press a button, it had no buttons to press, only a sleek black surface that shone with letters and numbers as it went up.

It was so technological that they didn’t even feel it moving, only knowing it stopped when the doors opened to reveal black double doors with the number letter combo E45 in sleek platinum colors. “Of course she has a fucking elevator that connects straight to her door.” Shells muttered, stepping around the others to knock on the door with heavy thuds, “Yo!Simpson! We’re here!”

It takes a second but Evelyn slowly parts the double doors with her face completely neutral, her long black wavy hair up in a bun and her outfit consisted of a large Hellraiser t-shirt and black jeans ripped at the upper thighs. After a few minutes she smiles, “Hello,” she says, “Come on in.”

“Honestly Evelyn,” Shells is the first one to enter with Bob close behind her, “You are so- ho-ly shit.” The others stop behind the blonde with the same shocked expression as Evelyn lets the doors slowly lock shut. It wasn’t just an apartment, it was more than that.

Evelyn’s living room itself was bigger than Rooster’s whole apartment, with a fireplace in the corner of the northern wall where large windows exposed the view of the beach in the distance. The couch was large and L shaped with a glass top coffee table and a flat tv that stood on top of her fireplace, glass bookshelves nestled on the corner closest to them with a substantial collection of books that went from Law to Fashion history. The rug underneath the couch and coffee table was Nordic patterned in black and grayish blue and pendulum lights dangled above their heads. “Welcome to my humble abode.” Evelyn says as she walks past them on the dark wooden floors, completely ignoring their shocked stares.

“Humble- you bitch!” Shells shouts, following the woman further, ‘You live in a fucking penthouse?!”  Evelyn just looks back at Shells, then around her apartment and then shrugs with a tiny grin. The blonde woman was about to shout something else but immediately got distracted when she noticed what else was outside besides the immense balcony “HOLY SHIT! IS THAT A POOL??” Shells didn’t wait too long to yank the balcony glass doors open, ignoring the obvious sound of metal clanking when she did, to stare at the pool with wide eyes.

Not only Evelyn had a very large pool but she had a grill and a seating area where she could have a cozy fire during the colder months, with a white and beige couch that looked extremely comfortable. Shells looked from the pool to her friend in complete shock, Evelyn just smiled more, “And it’s heated too.”

“WHAT?!” Shells’ shocked tone, walking closer to the pool until she could lean her back on the concrete fence, the wind blowing her hair as she looks in complete disbelief at her friend’s balcony, “What the fuck Evelyn! You never told us you lived in–” she gestures around, “This!!”

“Well, I wanted you to visit me, so I thought this was a good idea too.”

Beatrice and Rooster were just as surprised as Shells and Bob, albeit a lot quieter as they looked around. It was a very large area, “Jesus,” Beatrice mutters as she touches the quartz tops inside Evelyn’s kitchen, the neutral palette continued there too, “This place is enormous.”

“You said Evelyn works as a graphic designer?” Rooster asks to which Bea nods, “...fuck she must make a lot of money.”

“Actually some of it comes from my own savings,” Evelyn’s voice startles the two, who try to play as if they weren’t just as surprised as Shells was, “And I did some model gigs back in the day. Add that I now work on fashion magazines all over California and that adds up to it.” she says casually, the lights turning on a hallway automatically as she walks away, disappearing behind another pair of doors.

Beatrice could only stare in shock, still looking around with amazement until her eyes stopped at a lime green colored bowl with cat food. 

Oh! 

Evelyn's cat! She forgot she adopted one, her wonder immediately turning into curiosity as she tried to find him. Rooster just followed close by, touching certain pieces of decor Evelyn had in her house with interest - he was a bit surprised to see the poster of Nightmare on Elm’s street right on the hallway Evelyn just walked by but shaking his surprise when he saw his girlfriend crouch next to the couch, brown hair spilling on the rug.

“Hi, baby,” she says in a soft high pitched voice, “Aw you poor thing, you are scared because of all the strange people in your house? It’s okay.” she leans down even more to show her bare hands to the cat, “It’s okay.”

Rooster stood by her side, hearing a soft ‘meow’ coming from under the couch before a head popped out. An orange tabby cat peeked up at the two with big honey colored eyes, meowing again as it sniffed Beatrice’s hands, “It’s okay, we won’t hurt you.” she whispers, moving a bit farther from the couch to give him space to come out, “Come on, it’s okay.” the cat slowly came out, sniffing the edge of Beatrice’s blouse and then moving his interest towards Bradley. 

The cat sniffed his shoes, then his legs before looking back at Beatrice and plopping on her legs, the girl immediately wrapping her arms around the orange feline as she stood to her feet, “Another proof you are just a fairy, every animal likes you.” he says, leaning closer to kiss her forehead and then watch the cat close his eyes with his head nestled against Beatrice’s chest.

“He was scared because of the noise, poor baby.” she coos, scratching the cat under the jaw, smiling when he started to purr and exposed more of his jaw for her to scratch, “You are such a sweet,sweet boy.”

“He’s a little diva, don’t let that charm fool you.” Evelyn’s voice said once she returned, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed as she watched the two, flitting her eyes towards Shells who finally seemed to have calmed down, “Isn’t that right Wiley?”

“Wiley?” Shells repeats, shutting the glass door behind herself, “That’s a weird name to give a cat, Evelyn. I feel like he’s going to rob a train or something.”

“He was named after William T. Wiley, Shells.” Evelyn says, tilting her head towards the blonde, “One of the people we studied back in college, do you remember?” her friend just tsked and crossed her arms, much to the black haired woman’s amusement “Now, follow me, I’m going to give you the options.”

#bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x oc #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw x reader

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Syndrome |Buddy pine (the incredibles)x Y/N

***ALERT SEXUAL THEME***

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”hey y/n ,” He muttered. Your eyes were trained directly at his board  chest as you tried to think of a way to steady your breathing. You could feel the apples of your cheeks starting to prickle in heat. This was not something you had expected to occur for the two of them. Your vision still felt slightly doubled and blurred .

You remembered you had yet again had to separate Bob and Buddy from each other as another heated argument occurred.

-30 mins ago-

"Look Buddy ," "Bud, I've said this thousands times Old man call me Bud." Buddy had countered. He stood before the older super his arms crossed tightly across his chest. A frown deeply engraved on his face while his lower right lid twitched. His blue gaze holding Bobs gaze never wavering. Bob gave an exhausted sigh before starting again. " Bud, we don't have any choice. Think of the hundreds of thousands of people that will be hurt." Bob stated as he pressed an aqua colored button located on the black table in front of them.

A digital green screen popped up in front of all of the people in the room. Small pictures and numbers appeared in thousands. Bob pointed up at the screen, "See if you we can place that ender device on this part of the ship. That would give us enough time to stop this fleet and maybe - " " Bob I'm going to stop you there. " Buddy interrupted .

Bob looked as if he were going to speak again but Helen was by his side and placed a single hand on his chest . The red flamed colored haired young man walked up to the black table and placed both of his palms on table top. His smug smile gracing the group as his blue gaze landed on everyone in the room.

"The "ender device" as you put it. Which I'd prefer the term "Termination device" but you can take your pick I guess." He stated earning a sigh from Bob of irritation. Another super stepped up to the table slamming his gloved white hands on the table top a small frost film developed. "Look do you like to just hear yourself talk flame head," Frozone quickly stated a cool breeze swept across the room.

The other supers around the table agreed with small murmurs. You stood at the side of Helen watching Buddy again starting unnecessary arguments. They had talked just before walking into this meeting. You thought he had agreed he would be more well behaved. Buddy chuckled bringing his arms across his chest.

" Look on a serious note if we placed my device on this ship it would do as you said stop the fleet but what of the other people. Don't forget the other boring people on those ships. " Buddy argued. That was right. Those ships had in rough range 100 to 200 civilians people on each ship.

The silence of the room was deafening. " We have to think of the thousands of people in each city and town that would die.," Bob stated quickly answering what others wouldn't dare state. '' So, just screw the normies? That's a little dark for you supers." Bud commented earning another around of murmurs to began again in the room.

Bob made his way quickly around the table grabbing Buddy from his gray turtle neck. Lifting him up at least a foot from the floor. "Buddy!" You gasped in alarm at the sudden speed of the super. You nearly tripped over your feet towards the pair. Buddy still held bobs gaze his expression never changed. His arms were still crossed tightly across his chest as Bobs single fist held tightly to his shirt.

"How about you come up with a plan! Aren't you the one that killed off almost all of the the supers? Maybe if you hadn't we wouldn't be in this mess!" He argued. That set off the whole room into a uproar. Helen came by bobs side quickly talking to him trying to calm him down. Buddy fell from his grasp hitting the floor with his bottom giving out a groan of pain. You kneeled by him placing your hands on his forearm.

"Buddy, I thought you promised you wouldn't act like this here." You whispered quickly as she helped him up from the floor. He gave you a stern look before shrugging you off. His hair was in a slight disarray as he used his fingers to comb the hair it back in place. He straighten his shirt before heading towards the double door. You followed close behind him but not before giving a glance back over your shoulder to the supers. All of them stood about the room faces holding that of pure sorrow.

"I'm going to that damn bar downstairs." Buddy commented over his shoulder. You didn't respond back as you followed closely behind him.

They entered the bar through the doubled glass doors. Their foot steps being the only sound that was being made in this empty lobby. Buddy made his way to the bar sitting on the bar stool he ordered a margarita. The bar tender gave him a look of irritation at the rude order and went to the task of making the drink.

His gaze was focused so strongly on the the prepared drink in front of him. "Pfft what does that damned super know anyway. "He mumbled as he traced the glasses salted rim with his pointer finger. His blue gaze narrowed as he brought the palm of his hand harshly against the bars table top.

"Can't they just let it go?" He is statement was as if he was talking about something small and less then nothing. You knew not to answer his question he spoke out. You slide onto the bar stool that was just separated by a single stool from Buddy.

"What no drink for you?" He sneered. Before you could respond he waved his hand. "Bar tender another round of the mango margaritas." He demanded quickly before you could object. His narrowed gaze settled on you finally acknowledging you.

"You know your friends are such dicks." He stated fatly with a raised brow. You knew what he was doing and you weren’t playing into his game. The hurt was there in his blue gaze. The thought of "normie" people dying seemed to have triggered him. You brought your brown gaze from his to the bar tender giving a simple Thank you before taking a small sip. The drink burned your throat slightly but the after taste of mango was welcoming.

"I mean they are your friends right? Oh wait," Bubby tipped his head back placing the rim of the glass by his mouth and downing the whole drink. He let out a sigh of happiness before bringing his attention back to you. "That's right how could they be your friends. Didn't they have you-" "Stop it!" You snapped.

Maybe you should have just let Buddy arrive here by himself. You didn't need to be degraded by him because he become oversensitive to what Bob had told him. "Well finally you fight back." He retorted as he again downed another drink. You took a sip of your drink as you watched the flamed headed young man carefully. The drink itself made your mind slightly fuzzy but not enough to be called "buzzed out".

Buddy exhaled shakily as he placed his third drink back on the bars table top. You reached out carefully with her hand wanting to touch his arm. "Buddy, I think maybe you've had enough." You whispered carefully. He gaze fell to you again this time his eyelids were partly opened . There was a red hue floating across his nose making his pale skin appear more of a ghostly color.

His gaze shifted down to your hands and back to your face. "Drink up." He shouted. You nearly jumped out of the chair at his response. "Um Buddy I think you need to lower your voice." You tried to convey a stern voice but it was hard when he was looking at you like that. Buddy brought his hand up swaying slightly in his seat. "Give her another one." He drawled. The bar tender gave you a raised brow before turning away completely ignoring him.

Buddy nearly feel over off the bar stool as he transferred himself to the bar stool close to you. You could feel the prickle of embarrassment climbing up your body as goosebumps seemed to dance along your arms an legs. He was acting like a complete fool which wasn't like him at all. "Buddy maybe we should take our business upstairs." You voiced. He brought an open palm to his cheek leaning into it as his half lidded gaze focused on you. "N-Not before you finish your drink." He retorted. Buddy was at least a good 200 pounds and you knew no one at the hero society meeting wanted to deal with him. He knew you couldn't just move him a side.

You drew in a deep breathe before bringing your head back and the tip of the glass rim to your lips. The cold substance slipped past your lips and down your throat. The stinging sensation was carefully being replaced as you chugged it down with the sweetness of the mango. Slamming the glass back on the table you brought an open palm to your forehead. Your mind was drifting slowly and your visual perception was slowly starting to blur and double. "Oh boy this isn't good." You blabbered out.

And then some how they ended up in the dark alley way of the hotel facing each other..

-back in normal time-

Drinking that single tall glass of mango flavored margarita probably wasn’t the best , being that you were in the presence of an arms dealer,super killer,murder,etc. “Um, I , uh buddy” You finally responded as you slide your hands on his chest. The warmth beneath your palms made you want to bury your face right into him. His lips is what you noticed perked out as if he were going to blow dust off of you was zoning in on you.

The smell of the drinks lingering between the two made you instantly turn your face from his and his lips kissed your cheek. “ Gosh darn. You’re gon-gonna be a little hard to get uh little lady?” He asked breathlessly swaying slightly to the left. He brought a palm besides your head caging you in with him. “That’s not it. I- I uh just wanna” Your gaze shifted slightly away from him as your mind started to become blank.

“ I don’t think I remembered what I was gonna say” You admitted with a slight giggle escaping your lips. You brought your gaze slowly back to the flamed haired man in front of you. He had a sweet simple grin on his face that showed that ever adorable buck teeth. And it was that dust of red freckles that just swiped across his face that made him look like such a regular normie.

It was hard to believe hiding behind all that innocence was a trapped power hungry man that would do anything for it. His blue gaze shifted right to left trying to focus on you but failing terribly.

You felt your head tilt in question and before you could ask him why he was starring at you like that , warmth engulfed your lips. It felt like you were molding clay with your lips smashed so hard against his . You felt the need to place both of your hands on his board shoulders. “Bud,” You moaned softly. A groan from buddy answered as he leaned more into you. His chest pressed into you pinning you onto the brick wall .

You could feel his fingers touching ,gripping while they traveled down your sides as they slowly traced your bottom and hooked themselves behind your knees. His lips left yours and started to plant themselves down your neck moving past your turtle neck.

“Bu-BUDDY!” You gasped out loud as you were lifted up and held by buddy against the brick wall. His lips never leaving your neck. The wetness and massage of his lips working along your neck made you want to melt into a puddle in the spot.

He carefully pushed himself snuggly between your thighs as his hands finally left your knee caps and cupped her bottom. You face instantly blew up in warmth as you felt the pressing matter resting on your inner thigh. The heat you could feel coming from his throbbing member made you feel so breathless. The palms of his hands kneading your bottom , his lips and tongue massaging your neck what else could complete this night.

He let out a throaty groan as he rotated his hips into a clockwise motion. It felt like a tingle run up your spine as he continued grinding his hips into you making his way closer to your greatest treasure. You let your legs open wider feeling his throbbing member graze your private jewel ! Your hands instantly gripped his back letting out a throaty groan in response. You buried your face into his neck as he kept bucking his hips into you.

“ oh y/n your a damn good cow g-girl” he breathe into your neck. You felt goose bumps raise up at the comment. Why would he even say that? This was beyond stupid! Not more than 10ft was the council supers meeting and here they were acting like teens on prom night. Great now the drinks were starting to wear off.  He shifted your weight into one cupped hand.

You could feel your shirt being tugged and moved upwards. Feeling a cool breeze brush by your stomach as you bucked your hips into him. Buddy let out a groan of pleasure as he kept untucking your shirt. "bud no not here." You pleaded. Was he really going to try to have sex of all places here . You heard a chuckle in that response. His chest lifting slightly off of you as he brought his firm palm first on your right breast.

You let out a small gasp as Buddy's warm palm grasped your breast kneading it gently and allowing your nipple to be squeezed in-between his pointer and middle finger. Buddy rotated his hips again making you let out a loud gasp.

“ Buddy!” You cried out as he continued his attack of working those firm hips of his into yours. The sweet release like a tied roped knot was starting to untie itself. “ Buddy, p-please stop.. I’m going to end up-“ He stopped all movement and slowly brought his face to yours. His gleaming blue gaze holding that of naughty gleam. His lips curved slowly up into a smirk with his eyes narrowing. All the drinks affects had long since been driven from his system. Maybe you shouldn’t have told him that.

“Go ahead. I want to see that face in pure ecstasy.” He whispered. You didn’t know just words could release you but it did. You felt that knot in the depth of your stomach release. You gripped harshly onto buddy’s shoulders as you let out a gasp of surprise. Buddy gripped your bottom tightly with both hands  as he pressed himself onto your already sore jewel moving your hips up and down on his clothed member.

His mouth went directly to your nipple wrapping his lips around the tip of your petal. His tongue rolling the tip effortless around in his warm mouth. A groan escaping him " Say I'm your super. " he breathed out as he suckled her breast.

That made you want to scream out of pleasure as the waves of pleasure kept coming. " N-No " you squeaked out. He opened his mouth on your breast . His tongue rolled over the tip as his blue gaze meet hers. "Come on. Say it. Say I'm your super." He countered again his lips moving on your swollen nipple as he spoke. 

That was making you go insane he looked so damned sexy for God's sake. "Y-Your my super hero." You gasped out  finally feeling goose bumps again travel down her body at the embarrassment.

You let her bottom lip slip between your teeth as you tried to still yourself from screaming and gasping anymore. You could feel liquid seep out of your pussy and soak your underwear. Your heart was practically bouncing so hard against your chest. You were riding your high of cumming on his clothed dick.

Your body slumped into his grasp as you were breathing harshly against his shoulder. Your insides every so slightly twitched causing you to let out a small groan. “ well I’ll be darned didn’t think I had that kind a of affect on ladies!” He boasted with a chuckle.

You jumped in surprise in still feeling his hard member on your sore sensitive clothed clit . Buddy gave you a quick peck on your forehead before lowering you back on your feet. Your legs felt so light and shaky you would have fallen if you hadn’t caught yourself in time grasping the brick wall with your hands. You quickly brought your shirt down your exposed nipple hardening with cool breeze.

"Man that was something wasn't. I'd say the best you've ever had." He stated a sly grin on his face. You couldn't believe that's what he wanted to hear. "Don't be so bold, Buddy." You countered as you went to tuck your shirt back into your pants. " Oh come on. I had you saying I was your hero " he stated his voice low and rich. You didn't even dare too look at him as the scene relayed in your mind.

Before either of them could speak another word a voice was heard behind buddy.

“ hey you two there’s something new that came up in the meeting I -ohhh” You felt your cheeks hit up in embarrassment at the sudden voice of Helen. Buddy placed both of his palms once again one on each side of you. His form covering you from the motherly women.

“ Ms. Helen uh it’s not what it looks like!” You squeaked out as you tried to push buddy back from you. Buddy gave you a look before that same sneaky grin grew across his face.

“ oh Helen it definitely looks like what you’re thinking. Tell bob oh boy that we need another 20 mins of fuuu-hey!” You watched as buddy was thrown clean across the alley way into bagged trash. A thin wired arm went towards you wagging a naughty finger at you.

“Y/n, y/n I’m going to treat you as if you’re my daughter. Get your bottom in here right now or you are grounded missy.’’ Helen sternly voiced. This only brought further damage to your reputation it seemed as you dragged your feet across the way feeling like heated teen caught in the action.

“ugh she's 25! Not a child! !’’ Buddy yelled from the trash dump he was thrown too. His blue glaze never leaving from you.

You made it safely to Helen who engulfed you into a hug stating you shouldn’t be hanging around the alley way with naughty boys.

#smut #syndrome incredibles #buddy pine #x reader #fanfic #love #keep rubbing #drunksex #smuttiness #the smuttier the better #smut tag #fan fiction

[o5-10]

({visible to anons})

Ten rolls its head toward the sound of a knock on the door. Four had already been asked to leave once, as the doctors were too convinced by the verbal roughhousing game the two of them played together after Four was sure the prognosis was good. “Mm?”

“Sorry, didn't mean ta startle ya,” Six smiles as he opens the door, “May I come in?”

Ten frowns, not sure what to answer with. He's not supposed to be here, and now that he is, she's flooded with thoughts. “You can, but it'll be boring.”

“Ya already know I don't mind that.” He sighs, stepping into the room.

“Do you have work for me?”

At this, he furrows his brow, “Should you be doin that?”

“Yes.”

“Ten.”

“I have to. Talking to you is a bad idea. Especially if I’m not being useful.”

“...why?”

It blinks slowly and looks at him, “I think I'm cursed.”

"Y'ain't cursed."

"I could be. Every time I try to…" thon trails off before coming back in, “The thing I wanted to talk about. Any time I try, this sort of thing happens.”

He shrugs, "'s a risk I'm willin ta take. 'sides, I still wanna know what ya have for me."

“I…no. This is all wrong. I just wanted to float a single idea. I just. I wanted to ask about it and now it's ruined.”

“Hey now, I dunno what ya wanted ta ask about, but I promise, it's okay ta talk about whenever you're ready.”

“I'll never be ready again. It's. Us.”

"Can ya be more specific, darlin?" He steps closer and grabs her hand lightly and runs his thumb across her fingers.

“No. I'm cursed.”

“Even if that was true, which it ain't, pretty sure the bad related ta whatever already happened, darlin.”

Kai stares at kaim hands, focusing intently and forgetting about the laptop, “I guess it came up before, I just…no this isn't how it should be done.”

He squeezes their hand, urging Ten to continue. Under other circumstances, he'd try to get them to look at him, but he can tell they're stressed enough.

"Do you remember, it was November of 2021, the eighteenth, specifically..." she trailed off, almost hoping he'd fill in the blanks himself.

"Sweetheart, I ain't got that kinda head for dates."

"Right. We talked about names, and you...and you said something about...about, ah--" he pauses again, embarrassed about stumbling over his words.

Six waits a beat, wracking his own memory, "Ya said ya wanted ta use unique names fer each other, but I don think that's whatcha mean."

"No, you thought...combining...you seemed receptive...I...are you...I don't know..."

He nods, "'m still as detached from that name as ever, dear."

"No, I mean yes, but also...the...the associated...the..." they shrank slightly, wincing at the pain it caused, why is this so damn hard.

Six has a budding realization, but he needs Ten to verbalize it to be sure.

"There are certain...certain associations with that, and...I mean we vehemently said no to gray faces, but I think we were less vehement in private. I'm not sure your stance on those. Those associated acts. I--the paper's about that. Just my thoughts on it." Their words come out a bit rushed, as though the words will dissipate if kept inside for too long.

"Ya sure you want that?"

It pulls its hand back, “There was a paper. It's in my desk. That was supposed to be how this went. We were supposed to spend the day together doing things, get in at 22:30 and then I was supposed to give you the paper and you would read the abstract and table of contents, and then we would talk about it.” It sounds frantic, desperately explaining something to keep from breaking down. This isn't right. This isn't the right way at all. “Can you go find it?”

Six straightens, running his hand through his hair, "Ya think it'll be easier that way?”

Ten nods, raising ones gaze from ones hands to Six's face, “It has everything I could think of needing to go over in it.”

He stands and their gaze follows him, “Guess 'm goin on a lil adventure, then.” He holds his hand out for their keys and Ten points to the nightstand.

After grabbing the keys and somewhat reluctantly leaving the room, Six walks up to an Eleven, “I need ta get inta Ten's office,” he holds up the keys, “it's somethin yer boss'd take real serious.”

The Eleven nods and waves a conductor's wand in 7/4 time, vanishing and reappearing at Ten and Six's site of residence, Six in tow.

“Thank ya kindly, I'll take one of the lives she owes me off the list.”

The Eleven salutes him, while he walks off toward the office at a brisk pace.

Upon arriving in the office, Six scans the desk and sees nothing. He walks up to it, and opens the top drawer on his right. It's there, around 30 pages long. As quickly and carefully as he can, he gathers the paper up, and walks back to the Eleven.

The Eleven draws something he can't follow in the air and they're back at the site where Ten is being treated. He waves to the Eleven and walks back to his partner's side.

Ten is watching the door when he returns. “You found it.”

“Yeah, 's that surprising?”

“No, just observing.”

Six smiles softly, glancing over the abstract, knowing he won't read the full thing right then and there.

Ten wrings its hands.

“Well, ya clearly thought about this. Ya clearly ain't just doin this ta prove somethin.”

Ten nods, “I wouldn't use you as a weapon to prove a point."

"I know that, but I need you ta know that 'bout yaself, y'know? Ya doubt yerself, sometimes.”

"...okay."

"Anyway,” he reached out and laced his fingers with theirs, “I'll answer ya, but I need ya ta do yer best not t' get too overwhelmed, okay?"

She nods.

"There ain't nothin I want more than ta give ya as close ta eternity as we can manage," he looks at the table of contents briefly, processing what sections he will need to read over later, "'course I wish I coulda met yer folks, but that ain't happening, an ya sure as shit ain't wanna meet mine. I know this means a lotta things to ya, and I know ya got some ideas in yer head that...we'll tackle together, but I would accept this gift from ya, yes."

Somewhere during his response, thon grabbed his hand with thons other hand and looks at him, watching as though he will disappear if unobserved. After several seconds, thon stammers, "do I have to do it again?"

Six blinks in confusion, "what d'ya mea--"

"Asking you. Do I have t--"

"Ten. I love you, very much, but you're stressing over nothing. Watch this," he shifted and took its left hand in both of his, "I ain't sayin yer proper full name, but Janus, light of my life, will ya have me as yer family?"

Hu blushes and shrinks back while nodding silently. It wasn't supposed to be so awkward.

"There ya go. No scary questions."

It nods again, "planning"

"Wh--"

"We have to do planning. I don't want much, I don't think, but I know what I don't want."

He leans forward and kisses her forehead, "One step at a time, sweetheart. We'll handle that one when yer in a better state to. Ain't need ta sort everythin out at once." He pulls his hand back and wraps his arms around it as gently as he can manage. There will be a bit of time before it calms back down, and he knows this. Still, he's grateful it managed to ask, because he certainly would not have broached the subject himself. He's proud of it. He always is, but right now, it's different.

#logs #thermodynamic equilibrium #the right words #({posting a day early because something came up})

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Forced To Believe Chapter 16- Frustration

Chapter Summary: Morgan attends Summerslam, Melanie starts to get a push as creative wants her to become the outspoken diva, Morgan continues to have issues with Eva Marie and expresses her concern to her old friend Randy Orton about his actions at Summerslam

Words: 8,000+

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Today was the day of SummerSlam Axxess as Melanie had on casual wear consisting of jeans, a WWE shirt that says 'Believe in Morgan', and some sandals. She put her hair in a high ponytail and walked to where she was supposed to sit with her teammates for a meet and greet. She ended up bumping into Saraya (Paige).

"Hey! Happy birthday!" Melanie grinned and hugged her.

"Aw, thank you!" Saraya smiled and hugged back

"I gotta go but I'll catch up with you later. Kick some ass today!"

Saraya chuckled. "I will."

Making it to her destination, she sits next to Joe, taking the seat at the end, "Sorry I'm late."

"Nah, you're fine," Jon said as he is wearing a yellow shirt with a leather jacket and sunglasses.

"About time you got here." Colby joked.

"That reminds me, when are you going to make your move on the pranking? It's been a while." Melanie recalled.

"I'm still working on that." Colby scratched the back of his head

"Haha, someone ran out of ideas."

"Did not..." 

Melanie sees the fans forming a line. "Let's see how long it takes for my hand to cramp."

"Hi, Morgan!" 3 girls in their teens greet.

"Damn, you really are popular these days, Mel. These girls just kicked us to the curb..." Colby teased as the girls quickly apologized which amused the wrestlers. 

"You are like our favorite diva! You are so cool!" The first girl expressed her admiration.

"Aw, I'm glad." Melanie started to sign autographs and took some cute photos with them.

An interviewer walks up to The Shield. "Hello Morgan, you mind us interviewing you?" The male interviewer asked.

"I love interviews. Ask away, man," Melanie encouraged.

"You know people are starting to call you and Dean a power couple?"

Melanie and Jon glance at each other with smiles. "Really? Wow, I didn't know that. When was this?" She asked

"Ever since Money in the Bank."

"Wow, I've been out of the loop." she laughed.

"She's always out of the loop. I knew about it. And listened to the reception the crowd gives us." Jon spoke up with a smirk.

Melanie turned to him. "What!? And you didn't tell me?"

Joe chuckled at the sight and signed a fan's picture. 

"Sorry, baby." Jon shrugged

"You two have gone through a lot, how are you two?" The interviewer asked

"Going strong." Melanie proudly said with a smile.

"Glad to hear, keep representing."

"We will." 

After 30 minutes of meeting and signing fans' items, Larry King and his sons walk up to The Shield as security blocks the line. They get out of their seats so they can be interviewed. Joe, wearing a Shield shirt and jeans, Jon, Melanie, and Colby, wearing a gray shirt, a cap and sunglasses, stand before Larry King and his sons, Chance and Cannon, and one of their friends.

"We are with The Shield. How is it like being evil?" Larry asked as a camera started rolling on them.

"It's awesome! Oh my gosh, it is so cool to act like a crazy person in the ring." Melanie exclaimed as everyone laughed.

"It feels great, every day when I get up in the morning," Jon replied.

"We get booed here and there." Joe added.

"We're the champions of the world." Colby said.

"You guys win, I thought it was the opposite, I thought the bad guys are supposed to lose." Larry said.

"Sometimes the bad guys do win." Jon replied.

"Oh~"

"What's the best part about being the bad guy?" One of Larry's sons asked.

"The angry face, and like what Melanie said, act crazy." Joe replied.

"What's your major move?" Larry asked Melanie.

"The backfire and the breakdown." Melanie said with a smile.

"Wow, that sounds really intense. What is the backfire?"

"You see, it's like a DDT but you kick out your leg as you pull the person down on their head. And the breakdown is a painful submission I do on the women. I sit on their back and wrap their arms around their neck like a straightjacket and hold their wrist. While I do that, I pull back, causing pressure."

"Sounds painful. You divas are tough. But you are such a sweetheart when you're not in the ring."

"I try, man, I try."

Chance and Cannon start staring at Melanie in admiration.

Larry looks at his sons. "I'm sorry, my sons have a huge crush on you."

"Oh wow, do they?" Melanie giggled as she looked at Chance and Cannon smiling at her.

"Can't help it, she's so pretty." Cannon grinned.

"You're about to make me blush. You two are so handsome."

"You mind giving us a kiss on the cheek?" Chance asked, feeling hopeful.

"I guess you can steal a kiss on the cheek from me." Melanie kissed Larry's sons on the cheek and also kissed their friend on the cheek as well as The teen boys sighed in happiness. 

"Watch out, Dean, they might steal your girl." Colby joked at Jon as they all laughed.

"The Shield guys. Go get somebody!" Larry exclaimed as he shook their hands.

After Larry and his sons leave, Melanie looks at the fans as they chant 'Injustice.' She realizes that the fans were upset with Larry busting in line but then an idea pops in her head. 

"Hey! Everyone, how about I offer you guys hugs? Will that calm you down?" The crowd quickly agreed and she looked relieved. Security unblocks the line and the fans proceed. Melanie sees a female with long black hair and in her early 30s wearing a shirt that says 'Kill The Queen'  

"Oh wow, that brings back so many memories." Melanie began to think about her TNA days.

"I know it's a WWE event but I couldn't help but wear this to meet you." The woman said happily.

"Fucking A! I love fans that represent the places I worked hard from, besides WWE. You just made my day, girl."

"I'm so happy. Been a fan since TNA. I loved how you betrayed Madison. It was awesome! And then you would always wear black and scare Madison like you were actually going to kill her. Awesome gimmick.

Mind if I take a photo with you?"

"Of course." she stood up for the picture and gave her a big hug,

During Axxess, Melanie was shocked at how much love she got from her fans. From kids running to her with big smiles on their faces and giving her a big hug, to her fanboys. 

"It's Morgan!" A group of guys, in their early 20s exclaim.

"Hi guys." she waved

"Oh my gosh, you are like the hottest diva ever!" The first guy said.

"No, she is not, she's cute!" The second guy added. "Such a cutie."

"On fire!" The third guy declared.

"Beautiful!" The fourth exclaimed.

"Nah, she's sexy!" The fifth one said

"Shut up guys! Dean is right there! You want him to triple powerbomb us!?" The sixth guy warned as the Hounds of Justice were amused.

"It's cool, no worries." she laughed. 

Melanie even met older women who complimented her on her ringwork and mic skills. She was loving SummerSlam Axxess. After the meet and greet was over, she walked around and was stopped by another interviewer.

"Hey Morgan, how are things in the diva's locker room?" A female interviewer asked.

"Everyone wants to wrestle me," Melanie answered

"Oh no, jealousy?"

"Completely the opposite"

"How so?"

"You see, the reason why the divas love to face me is because of how they can get praised for the match too and not just me or the winner of the match. A lot of these matches happen mostly on NXT thought. But usually, when I have a match, I try to let them take control of me in the ring and let them show off their good moves instead of it being a squash match. That's why me and Alicia had such a great match at WrestleMania. Even though there are sometimes I have to do a squash match on live TV, NXT is mostly where I can have a real one on one match with the diva so they can show off their moves. Like Aksana for example. She has potential."

"Wow, I did not know that. That is really something."

"Yeah. Sometimes I put myself in a diva's shoes who really isn't winning matches and is always losing to a top diva. I don't want that." As Melanie talks, Celeste snuck up behind her with a grin. "That's why I want them to bring it their all. Also, that is why I put my body on the line for money in the bank. So, I took it like a woman and took all those spears Kaitlyn gave me during our match in my hometown."

"You definitely took some hits there." 

"Haha, a lot of hits. I don't know if I'll be able to have kids but I wanted that match to rock and hopefully go down into one of the best diva matches." As Melanie finished her sentence, Celeste put her in a headlock as she laughed

"Hey, you said for me to give it my all. Half those spears weren't even for you." Celeste teased.

"I know, I know." Melanie chuckled as she got released by the hybrid diva.

"So you two are best friends?" The interviewer asked

"She's my little tomboy when she isn't on cloud nine." Celeste teased.

"What?!" Melanie exclaimed.

"Cloud nine?" Interviewer inquired.

"Oh you know, her and Dean. They are all lovely dovely. The locker room thinks they're cute. Oh did you see her and him wrestle in the ring hours before Payback?" Celeste nudged Melanie's side as she grinned. "I think it's so romantic how he saved her from the Big Show. SO cute even though he got punched. Oh, and I caught them-" Celeste began but Melanie grabbed her mouth.

"Quiet you!" Melanie warned.

"We heard on the E! website, that there was a poll on which couple was the most popular and it's tied between Nikki and Cena and you and Jon." the interviewer brought up.

"My votes for Morgan." Celeste grinned.

"That's what's up." Melanie gives her a low five.

"How do you like the fans?" The interviewer asked.

"I love how a lot of my fans remember me from the development areas and TNA. It's really cool that I have longer term fans like that. Such an honor." 

"You girls have a good rest of the day."

Melanie walks around again and sees some fans and waves at them. She catches up to Randy. "Dude! Great news! My hand doesn't hurt from singing autographs!"

Randy laughed. "Awesome."

"I know right! I'll catch you later." she waves at him and catches up with Jon as an interviewer confronts them.

"You mind us asking you a question?" The interviewer asked.

"Not at all." Melanie gestured for them to continue.

"How does it feel being a heel?"

"Hm...I do miss my face moments."

"Oh no, you're blowing me off?" Jon asked as she laughed

"Haha, no. I like being a heel. It's interesting to portray such a weird, loud, wild crazy character who is vicious and shows no mercy whatsoever but sometimes I do miss those face days ya know? But you never know, maybe Morgan will be back in the light someday."

'30 Years of WrestleMania Roster Reveal'

Damien, Ric Flair, J.R and King were already in the ring. "But we need a diva to help us out don't we?" King asked as the crowd cheered. "Ladies and gentlemen! Please welcome, Morgan Lopez!"

Morgan comes out with a grin but is still slightly in character minus the mean attitude.

"What's up people!?" she asked on the mic as soon as she got inside the ring and the crowd cheered in response.

"SILENCE!" Damien shouted.

"I'm sorry, who are you again?" Morgan asked

"I am the uncrowned world heavyweight champion."

"Really~?" Ric Flair asked.

"Haha, you funny." Morgan replied.

"My briefcase says it all right here. I can cash it in anytime I want." Damien said.

"That is not a world championship belt, that is a wannabe like you are." Ric replied as the crowd 'Ohs'

"Burn..." Morgan chuckled.

"And for you to mention my name in the same sentence as yours is the most ridiculous thing in the history of this sport. Let me see. Ric Flair's 16 time world champion...and uh...what's his first name?" Ric asked.

"Damien," King answered.

"Damien Sandow...wow...that uh, haha, that's almost hilarious..."

"We interrupt this speech with a breaking news flash. Your opinion does not count. These people would much rather hear me speak, listen to every word I say than to see you and you!" Damien pointed at Ric and Morgan.

"Woo!" Ric shouted

"Silence!"

"Woo!"

"Silence!"

"Woo,woo!"

"Silence, silence!"

"Woo,woo!"

"Silence!"

"Woo!"

"Silence!"

"Woo!"

"Silence!"

"Woo!"

"Silence!"

"Woo!"

"Silence!"

"Woo!"

"Silence!" Ric starts doing his walk around the ring as Morgan laughs and the crowd cheers. "Woo!"

"You like this!? You're entertained by this!?" Damien cried as Morgan kept laughing.

"Yes, yes I am." Morgan nodded as the crowd chants 'Yes'

"Before things get even more out of hand, we have one more person to show for the 30 years of WrestleMania." King said.

"Finally. I'm coming up, I'm coming up." Damien said with hope but then it showed Morgan's model in the game as the crowd cheered happily.

Morgan widened her eyes in awe. "Wow..."

"What!? You let this woman in the game but not me?! Your savior!?"

"Snooze you lose buddy." she smirked.

"How dare you?!"

"How dare you?"

"You!"

"You."

"SILENCE!"

"Silence!" Morgan continued to mock.

"SILENCE!"

"Silence!"

"Rugh! I'm done with this!" Damien angrily said and got out of the ring.

"Bye! No one will miss ya!" Morgan waved

After the segment, Melanie walks around and Jon meets up with her another interviewer walks up to them. 

"Are you ready to face either Natalya or Brie for your title?" The interviewer asked

"Totally ready." Melanie nodded

"Have a strategy?"

"Hm...cheat."

"That's my girl." Jon praised

Melanie laughed. "I'm joking! Joking! Get out of here." she pushed Jon away as he chuckled

"So what is your real strategy?" The interviewer asked.

"I've been watching Natalya and Brie's recent matches and also I've been remembering all the moves Natalya has done to me. Since I'm familiar with Natalya's wrestling style, I should be able to avoid her sharpshooter and her other deadly moves. Brie on the other hand...I'll snap her body like a twig along with that twin sister of hers." she said in character.

"Did you watch Natalya's tag match with Maria Menounos against Eva Marie and Brie?"

"Yes. I gotta stay away from those roll up pins."

"What do you think of Eva Marie's first match?"

"She did all right. I just really want to face her in a one on one match."

"Not a tag match?"

"Nah, one on one seems more better. I want to see what she's made of. She really loves to talk, so how about you take it to the ring. Eva Marie, I want to challenge you to a match. You up for it?" Melanie asked, looking at the camera.

The interviewer went to find Eva Marie as she signed her Maxim magazine to her fans. "Hi, Eva." The interviewer greeted.

Eva Marie smiled. "Hey."

"So moments ago, Morgan has issued a challenge against you. What do you say about that?"

Eva Marie smirked and nodded. "Game on. But it'll be game over for her once she steps in the ring with me."

"Those sound like fighting words. Can't wait to see these two go at it one day."

"I might give her a preview during SummerSlam, just watch out."

'Back to Melanie, she is with another interviewer'

"How does it feel being one of the first divas on WWE2K14 30 years of WrestleMania? There was a secret poll on the WWE app about it and the WWE Universe chose your match."

"I feel honored. I was not expecting that. I know that I've been in the scoops but I didn't know they put me and Alicia on there. That's awesome. I can't wait to play the game." Melanie answered proudly. The interviewer thanked her for her time and walked away. Minutes later, the same interviewer who interviewed Eva comes back. "Back so soon?"

"Yep. We are back with Morgan. Eva Marie has told us 'Game on, but it'll be game on for her once she steps in the ring with me.' What do you say about that?"

"Wow...if you really are feeling this confident, then I can't wait to see if what you say is true. I'll be waiting for you in the ring. Hope you're ready for a backfire sweetie." she blew a kiss at the camera.

The interviewer chuckled. "Another question, may we ask why you are so loyal to The Shield? You've been DDTed by your old friend Randy Orton and got hit by the world's largest slam by Mark Henry. How are you still able to stand here and take the pain? You have taken a lot of hits for them."

"Man...they saved my ass so many times...it's time I return the favor. It's what teams should do. We have each other's backs. We sacrifice everything for each other."

"Last question, who are you rooting for the WWE championship match?"

"Honestly, I believe Daniel Bryan is going to win. He has a lot of momentum and he has such heart in wrestling. I see him winning the title. Cena had a good run, but he met his match. Daniel is going to win the title, I know it."

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'SummerSlam'

During RVD's match against Ambrose in the kick off show, RVD was on the turnbuckle about the do the five star splash but hears:

'Sierra'

'Hotel'

'India'

'Echo'

'Lima'

'Delta'

'Shield'

Ambrose rolls out the ring as Roman, Morgan and Seth walk down the steps. Morgan jumps off the barricade and walks to Dean to help him. "You okay?"

"Yeah." Dean held his stomach. 

The fans explode in cheers when Mark Henry's theme comes on as they look at the stage. Morgan and Dean glanced at each other as Roman and Seth were not expecting RVD to have help. The Big Show comes out as Seth starts to throw a fit.

"Unbelievable..." Morgan grumbled. 

Near the end of the match, RVD gives Dean the rolling thunder and gets on the top rope. He gives him the five star frog splash but then gets speared by Reigns. 

"Yes!" She shouted as Ambrose rolled out the ring and hugged him.

"Winner by disqualification...Rob Van Dam!" Justin announced as Ambrose high fived Roman.

"Couldn't get it done Rob! You couldn't get it done!" Dean shouted as he held his title.

'Later on the PPV'

'I've had enough I'm taking you down'

"Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome, the divas champion, Morgan!" Lilian announced as she came out with a smirk on her face. 

She has the title up in the air and twirls around with it three times and then rests the championship on her shoulder.

"Morgan will be watching this diva's match tonight and will face the diva who wins the match with her title on the line. Let's see if Morgan can retain the championship." Cole looked on.

"Yes, the lovely Philadelphian is ready to go," King said as she taunted the crowd in the ring and leaned on the turnbuckle.

After Natalya comes out with Cameron and Naomi, the Bellas walk out with Eva Marie as Morgan held her throat and gagged once she saw their outfits. 

"Looks like Morgan is disgusted by their outfits." Cole laughed

Morgan gets out of the ring and stands at ringside to watch Brie's match against Natalya. During the match, Natalya is out of the ring and Eva and Nikki are about to attack but Morgan gets in front of them.

"Back it up. Back it up." She threatened in a dark tone as they quickly backed up.

"Looks like they don't want any part of Morgan." King said.

As soon as she turns around, Eva Marie grabs her by the hair as Morgan tries to get her off.

"An attack from behind!" Cole yelled as Eva pulled her down. 

Morgan holds her head and looks at her angrily. The crowd boos Eva as she blows her a kiss.

"Are you kidding me!?" Morgan yelled and got up to start chasing her.

"How can Eva run in those heels?" Cole asked in surprise. Eva runs backstage as Morgan runs after her. In the ring, Brie takes control of Natalya. Minutes later, Morgan drags Eva down the ramp as the crowd cheers. "Oh boy!" 

Morgan releases her and grabs a chair under the ring but Cameron and Naomi quickly stop her.

"Whoa whoa whoa! Morgan calm down!" Naomi exclaimed.

"You're crazy!" Eva Marie yelled as Nikki helped her up.

"I'll show you crazy!" Morgan snapped but gets grabbed by Cameron and Naomi. "You want to attack me from behind?"

"This rivalry has really escalated to a whole new level," King said as Eva and Morgan got separated.

Fans tweets:

'Morgan better destroy Eva one of these days! #SummerSlam #MorgansBringingTheHeat'

'An attack from behind? Morgan isn't going to forget about this. #SummerSlam'

After Natalya wins, Morgan gets in the ring. "Make the best woman win," Morgan said as Natalya nodded

'Ding Ding Ding'

Morgan and Natalya lock up but Natalya flips her on the mat and continues giving her pressure on her head. Morgan breaks free and as they stand up, they start to have a fast paced match as Morgan keeps doing high flying moves on her and with a lot of near falls. She hits the backfire on Natalya and quickly pins her. 

"It's over!" JBL exclaimed

"1!"

"2!"

"Oh!" The fans exclaim as Natalya kicks out. 

She hits the discuss clothesline on Morgan which almost knocks her out. Natalya pins her but gets a 2 count as the fans get hyped. Later on in the match, Natalya hits her with a suplex off the turnbuckle as the crowd claps for them. She crawls over to pin her but Morgan kicks out at 2.

Near the end of the match, Morgan ducks Natalya's discuss clothesline and hits her with a quick backfire to win the match

"Here is your winner! And still the Diva's Champion, Morgan!" Lilian announced.

The ref raises up her hand and gives her the title. She smirks and takes a bow with the championship. 

"Someone is acting cocky tonight." Cole said with amusement.

"Why not? She won." JBL supported her as she got out of the ring

"This is what The Shield's girl is all about." She boasted.

Morgan tweets '#SayYourPrayers because I'm #ComingForYouEva'

'WWE Exclusive Video'

After Randy wins the WWE championship in a screwy way thanks to Triple H's assistance, Morgan gets interviewed by Renee backstage.

"What are your thoughts on what just happened during the Main Event of SummerSlam?" Renee asked

"Honestly? This is not cool at all. I think it's unfair to Daniel Bryan as well. Like come on, Daniel fought a hard and long match against Cena. He won that title fair and square. Even though Randy is a friend of mine, I just don't know why he would even go through with the match after Triple H attacked Bryan. I just want answers. Why would you be such an asshole and do this crap? All I can say is...they are both sellouts. Plain and simple."

Morgan tweets 'Triple H was #WEAK. Getting involved and screwing Bryan...what #WhatBS...'

'After The Show'

Melanie sneaks into Colby's locker room and sees him taking a nap. She grabs some pink nail polish and starts painting his nails. 

Jon walked in. "Oh my God..." 

Melanie held her mouth to stop herself from laughing. "He deserves it, he's taking too long to make a move."

An hour later, Melanie was eating grapes backstage.

"Melanie!" Colby yelled as Melanie turned around. She sees Colby's face red and glaring at her.

"Hey, how ya doing? Oh my gosh! Nice nails!" she grinned.

"Very funny. No more Mister nice guy."

"Ooh, I'm so scared." Melanie teased

"You should be." Colby declared and walked away.

'Monday morning'

In the hotel room she shared with Trinity, Melanie wakes up and sees a tattoo on her arm. "Ahh! What is on my arm!?"

Trinity quickly ran out of the bathroom with a toothbrush in her hands to see what the fuss was about. "Oh my gosh, when did you get that?"

"Colby is so dead if this doesn't wash off before RAW." She gets up and looks in the mirror in the bathroom. The tattoo was a heart and around it said 'Colby Rulez!' and then she turned to look at Trinity who kept laughing. "Okay, I know you know something about this, spill it."

"Colby had help from Celeste," Trinity confessed with a giggle

"Whose side is she on!?" She exclaimed before laughing with her.

"I think she's helping both of you guys out." she mentioned as Melanie started washing off the tattoo.

"Oh my gosh, it won't wash off!" Melanie panicked.

"Relax! It'll come off before Raw starts."

"Who told you that?"

"Colby did."

"He's lying...I'll be back, I'm going to hurt him." she grabbed a bucket and left the hotel room as Trinity followed her.

"I'm tuning in for this."

Making it to The Shield's shared hotel room, Melanie knocked on the door and Joe opened it. 

"Hi, good morning, Believe In The Shield, cookies and cream, I love grapes, Colby's gonna die today, yeah, all that good stuff." Melanie said as she walked in with the bucket. 

Trinity and Joe chuckle at her rambling while Melanie sees Colby snoring on the bed. She walks to the bathroom and fills the bucket with cold water. After she fills it, she walks out of the bathroom and walks up to the two toned male.

"Wakey wakey eggs and bakey!" She shouted, throwing the cold water all over Colby as he jerked up with a yell.

Trinity has a hand over her mouth in disbelief and starts laughing as Colby falls off the bed. 

"What the hell!? What the hell was that for?!" He yelled and snapped his head to Melanie. She then ended up hitting him with the bucket. "Ow!"

She grabbed a pillow and started hitting him with it several times. "You asshole!"

"What did I do!?"

"You're the one who gave me a tattoo! When does this go away?!"

"I don't know!"

She put him in a headlock. "When!?"

"I don't know!"

"When!?"

"All right! All right! In a week!" Colby yelled and he got released.

"A week!?" She screamed. "What am I supposed to do with a 'Colby Rulez' tattoo for a week!? A week!"

Colby stood up and shivered. Melanie kept hitting him with the pillow as he scrambled to the bathroom and locked it. 

"I'm gonna kill you, you motherfudger!" She banged on the door.

Joe rubbed the back of his neck as he watched the scene. "This is intense."

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'Raw'

After Morgan watches Ziggler find out he has a match against The Shield, she tweets: 

'So you wanna give out matches with The Shield if you don't agree with HHH? I don't agree with him. So am I gonna get a match against my team?'

She also tweets 'Oh my gosh...I am surrounded by sellouts and followers...What has become of us? I mean, best for business? #YouFunny'

Morgan watches The Shield's match backstage and after their match against Dolph, She tweets 'That's my boys. Give him justice! #BelieveInTheShield'

'Backstage'

Morgan was walking and bumped into Maddox. "Morgan! Just the lady I was looking for." Brad grinned

"Oh boy...what do you want...?"

"So I heard your little interview about Triple H and read all of your tweets. Seems like you don't agree with what he's doing."

"Why wouldn't I? I'm not a follower like you are." she snapped as the crowd cheered for her. Brad chuckled and ignored her last sentence.

"You see here's the thing...I've decided to put you in a match..." 

"Okay...? Are you done wasting my time?"

"Well, before you go, I should tell you the type of match you're in. You will be in a handicap match. Eva Marie, Layla and Brie Bella against...you." The crowd booed while Morgan looked at him in disbelief.

"Are you kidding me?"

"Good luck." Maddox said and walked away.

"3 on 1?" Morgan exclaimed as the segment ended.

Morgan tweets 'Everyone doesn't have to agree with the boss. Speak up and say your opinion. #SpeakUpNoMatterWhat #TakeWhateverIsThrownAtYou'

'Later on'

Melanie was on her phone when Stephanie approached her to give her a heads up that she would be needed for a last minute segment that had just been thought of recently. 

"All you have to do is tell me off about the whole situation and then I slap you and tell you that your match will be coming up soon and then you walk away angry. Oh, another thing, show a lot of aggression in your match and also anger. The Shield will be involved too. I know this is all last minute but I know you can do it. There is no script for this one. You need to think quickly on your feet this time. Say what you want." she was told by Stephanie.

Shit, this is abrupt. Melanie didn't know what creative had planned but she was excited. She's been getting a lot of help thinking on her feet and her improvising lately. Things should be fine.

'Later'

Onscreen, Stephanie is on the phone but hears the door slam open. She watched as Morgan stormed up to her as she got off her phone. 

"What can I do for you?" She asked with a smirk.

"You and your husband make me sick!" Morgan shouted. The crowd cheers as Stephanie's eyes widen.

"I agree with Daniel. I'm also thinking of a word that starts with a B and it rhymes with witch. You are a witch you know that? You and your stupid plans to screw Bryan was uncalled for and wrong. And now you're going to make your little puppet, Maddox, force me into a 3 on 1 match? What kind of crap is that? Who are you to force me into a match like that?" she rambled on angrily.

Stephanie chuckled slightly. "Do you know who you're talking to?"

"I'm standing right before you aren't I?" She snapped

"Do you know who I am?"

"In fact, I do. I'm talking to a woman whose husband is a sell out-­" 

Stephanie gives her a stinging slap in the face as the crowd erupts in 'Ohs'.

"How dare you talk to me like that, I can have the Divas Championship stripped from you. Your match is coming up. Get ready before I make it a 4 on 1 match." Stephanie glared at her.

Morgan rubbed the side of her face. "Unbelievable..."

"Unbelievable? You are unbelievable. To have the audacity to come up in here and say your opinion on what my husband is doing which is very good for business? How dare you?"

"And what are you going to do about it?"

"This is exactly like you Morgan. You always want to be the tough girl but you're not. Face it, Morgan. You're worthless and you are nothing but a failure. You won that title by a fluke. I was this close to stripping you from it. I just hope this beating tonight shows you to shut your mouth and mind your business. Not get out of my office."

Morgan rolled her eyes and left the room.

Morgan tweets 'Looks like somebody forgot the 1st amendment. #FreedomOfSpeech #BeOutspoken'

After the segment, she was praised for thinking quickly on her feet and was told to keep practicing for the upcoming storyline she'd be a part of. Stephanie even teased and told her to work on her freedom of speech for the new gimmick they were planning to work with soon. 

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'Backstage'

Morgan is walking with a worried look. "Well, coming up next, Morgan is in a handicap match against Eva Marie, Layla and Brie Bella. This is going to be interesting." Cole said. 

"I really wonder if she stands a chance against 3 divas. This should be interesting but is her head in the right place?" JBL asked.

Morgan gets stopped by Eva Marie as the crowd boos her. 

"I can't wait for our match tonight so I can finally prove to you how I'm a better wrestler than you. And you're going to be all alone. No one, not even your little boyfriend can help you. Maybe after I win, he'll see what a great woman I am instead." Eva boasted while Morgan glared at her. "Dean Ambrose right? He is pretty cute. Not to mention hot. I wonder what he sees in you. You're so wild and crazy. You're also violent. Guys like classy girls. Not trashy. So, once I beat you tonight, Dean will be all over me. I can't wait. Once he comes to me, he won't even be thinking about you at all." 

"Uh oh. This isn't good." Cole said as Morgan exhaled with her eyes tearing up.

"If I were Eva, I would leave," King warned

"Ha! Are you about to cry? Wow...you're not tough at all. You got soft. It seems that if I get under your skin, you'll break."

"Yes, I am breaking. I'm going through my breaking point because I am about to cry tears of anger if you don't get out my face." Morgan growled.

"You see? This is why Dean needs a real woman. And I can be that for him. And in fact...I might just pay him a visit after our little match. I'd kill to see him shirtless. And maybe sneak a kiss. But I guess I have to wait. See you in the ring." Eva smirked and walked away as Morgan gave her an icy glare as the segment ended.

Morgan tweets 'I'm done being nice. #TurnUp'

'Later'

Morgan is getting ready for her match and Kaitlyn walks up to her as she gets a nice reception. "Hey, Kaitlyn..."

"Hey. I just saw what happened between you and Eva. What is going on?"

"Nothing..."

"What is going on with you Morgan?"

"Look I'm just...going through stuff..."

"Going through stuff? You're letting these people get inside your head. Morgan, don't tell me you are going to change just because someone says you're wild and crazy. So what? Who cares? That is who you are. I mean, are you really going to let Eva say all that stuff? Especially about your boyfriend?"

"No..."

"Then give her the ass beating she deserves. Don't let her words bring you down. You are so much stronger than this. Stop doubting."

"I'm not."

"Yes, you are because you let Eva get to your head. Do you honestly think Dean is going to choose her over you? He loves you. Now go out there and please bring all that emotion out of you. I see the frustration on your face. You want to hurt someone. How about you take those emotions and take it out on the divas like you usually do?"

Morgan sighed and nodded. "Okay."

"I'll be watching. Please punch her for me."

Morgan tweets 'Okay, no mercy tonight. Eva is going to regret everything #TheTwirlingPrincess will overcome this handicap match.'

Kaitlyn replies, 'Yeah! #TurlsUnite WWEMorgan101'

'At The Gorilla'

Before Melanie's match, she starts stretching and has a frown on her face. 

"Aye, it's the wild diva," Joe said with a warm smile as he walked up to her with Jon and Colby.

"What?" Melanie snapped in a dark tone.

"Whoa, whoa, what did we do wrong?" Colby asked with surprise.

She cleared her throat. "Sorry, I'm getting into character. I have to make sure I'm in a pissed off mood. Sorry, hehe,"

"Well, you're doing it right that's for sure,"

"Ready for the upcoming storyline?" Jon asked.

"I'm nervous. I mean, I hope the fans don't think of me badly. I still want to be a child's favorite diva." Melanie shrugged

"They will. Don't worry," he reassured

'In The Ring'

Layla, Eva Marie and Brie were already in the ring. 

"In the ring are the divas who are facing Morgan in a handicap match. This match is so unfair, I don't think Morgan can take on three divas at once." King sighed.

"The self proclaimed Twirling Princess needs to think of a game plan, that's for sure," JBL said. 

Morgan walks out to her theme with a frown as the crowd gives her a loud reception. She stares down the three divas while they taunt her.

"Oh man...she's not grinning or twirling tonight," King said with disappointment.

"Not in the mood she's in tonight. She's ready to decimate these divas." Cole mentioned.

"Loser!" Brie said and put an 'L' on her head. Layla starts to do the same and so does Eva.

"How's Dean?" Eva Marie asked with a smirk.

After that question, Morgan snapped and ran to the ring as the crowd cheered with anticipation. 

"Here we go!" King yelled as Morgan speared the first person she could get her hands on. Thankfully, it was Eva Marie. As soon as she spears her, she starts unloading on her.

"The match didn't even start yet!" Cole exclaimed as Eva started screaming for dear life. 

Layla and Brie try to grab her off of her. Moments later they do as the ref grabs Morgan to the corner while Brie and Layla hold Eva.

"Are you serious!?" Eva cried with her hair all over the place.

"Well, the crowd is in Morgan's corner tonight," Cole said.

"Get off of me! Get off of me!" Morgan yelled as the ref released her. 

She puts her hair in a neat ponytail, showing everyone that she is not playing around and is ready for business.

"Someone's getting serious!" JBL exclaimed

"You want to taunt me? You wanted to do this right? Well, let's go. I want you in this ring right now." she points to Eva.

"Nope, not a chance." Eva gets on the apron as the crowd boos her and Layla starts off the match.

The Philly Diva nodded, "You know what? Fine." 

'Ding Ding Ding.'

"And here we-Oh!" Cole exclaimed as Morgan hit Layla with a quick backfire and went for the pin as she looked at Brie and Eva. 

She puts her fingers up as the fans chant "1! 2! 3!" and Layla is eliminated as Eva and Brie look surprised.

"She's not playing around." JBL looked in awe.

"Was that even 10 seconds?" King started chuckling. Morgan throws Layla out of the ring and turns her concentration to Brie and Eva. "Is it me or does Morgan look hot when she's mad?"

"It's always you and the beauty king..." Cole said.

"You get in the ring," Brie said to Eva.

Eva quickly shakes her head. "No way."

Brie gets off the apron. 

"Get in the ring Eva." The ref ordered. 

Eva looks concerned for her safety as she gets in the ring.

"I think Eva lost her confidence," Cole pointed out 

"Okay, look, I was just kidding about all the things I said. Let's just forget about it." Eva said with a fake smile.

"Oh, okay, sure, we can." Morgan gave her a fake grin.

"So nice for you to finally agree with me."

But then Morgan punches her in the face making her stumble on the mat. 

"That's gotta hurt." JBL winced.

Morgan grabs her by the hair, throwing her to a corner. She starts giving her hard chops to the chest as the crowd 'Woos' in response. She then throws Eva out of the ring and follows her as Eva clutches her chest.

"You want to try to intimidate me!? Huh!?" Morgan yelled and threw her to the barricade and to the ring back in and forth several times.

"We all knew this was going to happen. Morgan will never back down from anything." JBL said as she threw Eva back in the ring before throwing her around like a ragdoll.

"I know Eva regrets everything she said," Cole chuckled as Morgan hit her with a sinister kick in the face.

"Wait Morgan, wait." The ref said as he checked on Eva. "Do you want to continue?"

"No, I don't." Eva huffed as she got out of the ring. 

She did not want any part of Morgan's beating. All she wanted was to get out of the ring and escape from her fate. She finally learned her lesson to never mess with Morgan. Morgan gets out of the ring and grabs her by the hair.

"Don't think you're getting away easy!" she yelled and threw her back in the ring. 

Morgan hits the backfire on her and is about to pin her but stops. The crowd starts to cheer when she puts Eva in the breakdown as she starts tapping. 

"Morgan get off her! She's eliminated!" the ref yelled as she began to lean back in more, keeping the hold.

"Morgan is going to end up breaking something!" King exclaimed

"Morgan let go! Let go now!" The ref ordered. 

Morgan lets go and then throws Eva Marie out of the ring, angrily.

"Wanna mess with me again!? And stay away from my boys!" she yelled while Eva was still hurt from the beating. 

She gets help from another ref to go backstage while Morgan smirks at what she has done. Turning around slowly, she looks at Brie.

"No thank you," Brie muttered and got off the apron. She does the 'Loser' sign and starts walking through the crowd.

'Sierra'

'Hotel'

'India'

'Echo'

'Lima'

'Delta'

'Shield'

Brie quickly looks around but then sees Rollins walking through the crowd. 

"Oh no." Cole said.

"Oh yes!" JBL cheered

"Brie better get out of there." King warned.

Brie starts to run through the crowd but sees Roman walking her way. Morgan has her arms crossed and watches Brie scramble through the crowd in fear, smirking in amusement. Brie gets to ringside and starts running up the ramp. 

"No way, Morgan!" Brie exclaimed but then Ambrose blocked her way and glared at her.

She starts to back away from him but gets picked up over his shoulder as she screams. She gets thrown back into the ring as Morgan grabs her by the hair and hits the backfire on her which makes a big impact on the mat.

"Brie might be out cold. Did you hear and see that impact?" King cringed as Morgan pinned her for the win.

Fans tweet:

'I love aggressive Morgan.'

'When The Shield came out, I got so hype! #BelieveInMorgan'

Morgan tweets '#RuthlessMorgan returned tonight. It was worth it.'

'Later'

Dean, Roman and Seth are in the ring with Big Show as Morgan looks on. 

"Well, Morgan looks calm after the beating she gave those women. I'm just glad she is okay and won the match." King said

"Are you kidding? She didn't break a sweat." JBL praised

'Ding Ding Ding'

Big Show quickly goes after Roman and pushes him out of the ring. Dean and Seth try to gang up on him but Show pushes them away. He throws Dean on the turnbuckle and throws Seth into him. Morgan winces as the Big Show hits Seth with a big body splash. He throws Ambrose out of the ring and turns his attention back to Rollins.

"Poor Seth." She said with a worried look before she went to check on Ambrose.

When Big Show throws him out of the ring, Seth holds his knee in pain since he tweaked it with his match against Ziggler earlier. As Roman slides back in the ring, he gets speared by Show. 

"What a spear!" Cole exclaimed

"If he keeps this up he will be victorious," King guaranteed.

The crowd claps for the Big Show while Morgan and Dean grab Roman by the legs to pull him out of the ring. 

"Guess it's time for The Shield to regroup." Cole said as 'Big Show' chants surround the arena. "Reigns is still floored by that spear."

Morgan checks on Roman outside the ring while Ambrose tries to put Show in a headlock but gets thrown off his back. 

"Roman, you all right?" she asked with concern as Roman held his stomach and gritted his teeth.

"Yeah...I'll be fine." he managed to say.

"All right." she turned her attention back to the ring. As The Big Show takes control, he steps on Seth's back as Seth yells out in pain. "Hey! Get off of him! Do your job, ref!" 

"450 pounds!" Cole exclaimed as the ref tried to stop Big Show.

"Show is decimating The Shield." JBL said. 

Once Show throws Seth out of the ring, he starts to take control of Ambrose. He goes to give him a chokeslam but Morgan gets on the ropes.

"No! Don't do it!" she yelled. 

The ref tries to get Morgan off the apron, but as Big Show and the ref are distracted by her, Seth comes up from behind and hits Show's leg as he releases Ambrose.

"Again and again she always saves her team," Cole exclaimed while Morgan smirked in satisfaction.

"So? She's doing what she wants to do. It's smart. Big Show needs to remember not to pay her any attention next time." JBL shrugged. 

Rollins gives Big Show a big knee on the head from the top rope as

Ambrose gets a 2 count. They try to suplex him but Big Show counters and suplexes them. When The Big Show turns around, he gets speared by Reigns. 

"There are bodies everywhere, good grief." JBL chuckled

"Everybody's down." King watched.

"We got to put him down. We got to put him down." Seth repeated as The Shield recovered and stood up.

Roman roared and The Shield hit him with the triple powerbomb. Roman, Seth and Dean, still feeling the effects of Big Show's moves, crawl over to Show and pin him to win.

'Later'

The Shield guard the ring while Vince and Stephanie are in the ring. The rest of the roster is on the stage. Morgan shakes her head slightly as Triple H walks down the ramp while Stephanie claps for him. 

"Give it up for the game!" Vince announced.

"I guess The Shield are running security," Cole said.

Triple H gets in the ring. "I had my doubts but in the end, you did the right thing," Vince said and hugged him.

Triple H grabs the mic. 'You sold out' chants erupt in the crowd as Morgan mentally agrees. 

"So I guess this is where I'm supposed to explain myself to all of you right? As you would put it, why I would throw away the future and why I would screw Daniel Bryan. It always makes me laugh, how short sighted all of you are. I did what I did last night to ensure the future of the WWE. I did what I did last night, for all of you." Triple H explained

"Wow..." Morgan grumbled as she rolled her eyes.

"I did it for you, I did it for all of your children, I did it for their children, I did it for all of you." Triple H pointed to the roster. "...standing up on top of that ramp."

Morgan sees Teddy Long and Brad Maddox clapping for him. 

"Asskissers..." She mumbled as she stood next to Ambrose, Roman and Seth.

"I did this for my wife, and our children so that this can exist in their future. I did this for each and every one of you in the WWE Universe. So that this can exist in all of your futures. You think I wanted to do that to Daniel Bryan? Hell, I like Daniel Bryan. I consider him as a friend. I'm a big fan. He deserved to win but let's be honest. WWE champion? Face of the WWE?" Triple H asked as the fans chanted 'Yes' all over the arena.

"No. No. You, you deserve better than that. You deserve the complete package. You deserve A plus. Not B. Don't ever settle for less. I gave you A plus. And Daniel Bryan comes out here and says he has a personal problem with that? That's a sacrifice I'm willing to make. You think he has personal problems? What about my personal problems? Let's put this on me for a second, forget Daniel Bryan. How did I feel about this personally? You think I wanted to do this to Daniel? 15 years of blood sweat and tears? No, it hurt me. It hurt me personally to do that to Daniel Bryan. And let's look at the guy I did it with. You think I liked doing that with him?" Triple H continued

"Hell no. I took away all that bitter feeling to do what was right for all of you. I don't really care about Daniel's personal problems. To say you have personal problems with it is just selfish Daniel. This is not all about you. You need to check your ego at the door pal. Just like I do mine. It's not about me, it's not about what I do, it's about the WWE Universe. You put your personal feelings aside and you do what is right for business." He added.

"You have got to be kidding me..." Morgan mumbled as 'Daniel Bryan' chants surround the arena. 

"And right now, I am gonna do what needs to be done and I'm gonna put aside my personal feelings one more time and I am gonna bring the future, your future, the face of the WWE. The coal that has become the diamond. I give you the new WWE champion, the Viper, Randy Orton!" Triple H announced.

'I hear voices in my head'

Orton walks out slowly with his title. 

"Here is the man who cashed in his money in the bank to Daniel Bryan to win the title," Cole announced. 

As Orton is at the end of the ramp, Morgan steps up to him and he stops in front of her. She gave him a disappointed look, trying to comprehend what was going on.

"Why? I don't understand why you would do this." She weakly said as Randy responded by giving her a cold stare.

"Looks like Morgan is disappointed and upset at her friend for what he did at SummerSlam." Cole looked on.

"That's surprising," King said as JBL agreed

Orton smirks and walks past her as she looks down and turns around to look at him. Orton shakes Vince's hand and then Triple H's hand. Orton and Stephanie look at each other and she hugs him. 

"After all the things he has done to that woman?" Cole asked.

Orton grabbed a mic. "I told you so. I told you that when I cashed in, you would not see it coming. And here I stand before you, for the 10th time, the Apex Predator of the WWE. Now I'm not used to saying thank you. But after what you did last night for me Triple H, I owe all of this to you." Orton shakes his hand and gives him a bro hug. "As a matter of fact, everyone in this arena should stand on their feet and show this man the respect he deserves." 

Stephanie and Vince applaud them while Orton gives the mic back to Triple H.

"Now, since we own the place, we have eyes and ears everywhere and I know that Daniel Bryan is in this building. So here's the thing, I know you have a personal issue, so I'm offering you to come in this ring and get it all off your chest. So Daniel, come on out. You know what? Hold on, Shield guys, Ambrose, Lopez, Reigns, Rollins, can you do me a favor? You guys are a little intimidating and he's probably scared. You mind moving to the side?" Triple H asked as The Shield move to the side. "I don't want anyone touching Daniel Bryan. Anyone that touches Daniel Bryan, there is going to be problems. That includes you 4 as well. Daniel come on out."

"There he is!" Triple H said as Daniel walked out with his jeans and his T-Shirt. As soon as he tries to get in the ring, Ambrose, Rollins and Reigns start to attack him.

"Come on!" Cole exclaimed but then Daniel fought back. He throws Reigns to the steel steps and tries to get in the ring but Ambrose holds him off and they start fighting up on the ramp until Seth hits him from behind. Morgan starts to look conflicted. "What is Morgan doing? Is she going to help her team?"

"She looks confused." JBL pointed out as she stood there and didn't know what to do. 

Daniel kicks Seth's tweaked knee and kicks him in the face. Ambrose runs towards Daniel but he flips him over as Dean's back hits the ramp.

"Look at Bryan go!" Cole shouted

Daniel turns to Morgan and starts walking up to her but she shakes her head. 

"I'm not going to do anything," She admitted and kept her distance from him.

After taking a good look at her body language and conflicted expression, he could tell she was telling the truth and backed off. He turns his attention to the ring, instead. Triple H ignores the fact that Morgan did not try to attack Daniel and begins to speak again.

"Let's talk about this. Get your feelings out." Triple H said as Daniel walked to the ring. He gets speared by Reigns as Ambrose, Reigns and Rollins beat on him and are about to do the powerbomb. "Whoa no no no no no no no, hold on. Put him down, stop, put him down. That's not what I want. Daniel Bryan has something to say, Daniel, let him come in the ring and say it." 

Bryan recovers and slowly gets back in the ring.

"Come on, show some guts. That's it. You got it." Triple H cheered as he made it to the ring but got RKOed by Randy.

Morgan looks at him in disbelief. 

"Just as Daniel was getting in the ring?" King exclaimed as Vince, Triple H, Stephanie and Orton raise up their hands.

"Our new WWE champion. The face of the WWE. Randy Orton." JBL declared.

"This is a black day for WWE." 

Morgan tweets 'Everything is just so screwed up. #Conflicted #WhyRandyWhy'

'WWE Exclusive Video'

"I-­I don't understand why you would do this. You couldn't wait for another time? I mean, right after Triple H pedigreed Bryan? Why?" Morgan asked as she looked up at Randy, backstage.

"Aren't you proud of me? You're supposed to be a so-called friend of mine," he recalled

"I am your friend but this was not cool. What you did was wrong."

"Morgan, you should know me by now."

"I thought I did but right now, you aren't the Randy I know."

"Well, this is the real me. Get used to it." He coldly stated and walked away.

"Don't have a choice..." She sighed with a disappointed look.

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[Video transcript begin.]

[The transcript begins as most do, the front jacket pocket of someone's jacket. This time from a wagon, the camera facing someone's back as they drag it along. Multiple walls pass by as the woman, wearing a brown jacket with a Ruby on the back. Mutters to herself.]

?: [Muttering.] Stupid. Fucking STUPID. Why can't I just not start a fight?

[Voice identified: Rose Henderson.]

?: Where are we going?

[Voice identified: “Sparrow”.]

R: I don't know, just somewhere so I can calm down.

[Rose continues walking, eventually a green light is seen relatively far away. Rose stops, the wagon stopping as well.]

R: [Muttering.] Ruby… Ruby… I have to try…

[Rose begins walking again, dragging the wagon along. Neither person speaking for roughly 3 minutes, the light getting closer the more they move.]

Sp: This is dumb. You know this right?

R: I have to try, give me my phone.

[The camera changes position as Sparrow hands the phone to Rose. The walking continues faint static eventually is heard as Rose walks ever closer.]

R: [Muttering.] Ruby, please don't kill me…

[The static gets louder as Rose turns a corner, as the camera focuses on a creature. Sitting facing the wall, their spine is covered in wires and rotting flesh as it sticks out like a spike. Dirty long brown curly hair in view tangled by the wires and rotting flesh. And a loud inhuman crunch is heard as the creature slowly stands.]

R: Ruby?

[The creature spins, rotting flesh and remaining organs fall out as it does. The face of the monster now visible, two bright green lights shine down the hallway the creature is in. One of which is seemingly shining through a hole in what appears to be an eyeball. A small amount of human flesh remains on the face seemingly positioned in a sad face, the rib cage is bent open revealing a broken speaker covered in rotting flesh. The legs of the creature are the worst, human bone in the hips peaking out, bent 90 degrees around, kneecaps both broken.]

R: Sparrow go.

[After 6 seconds the sound of a wagon is heard, the person inside rolling it away fast. Rose and the camera stay focused on the creature, who screams loudly before slowing heading towards Rose.]

R: Ruby plea-

[The creature begins running prompting Rose to do the same, the footage becoming a blur of gray white and illuminating green. The creature screams as after 30 seconds Rose runs up some stairs, the creature heard following behind.]

R: RUBY LISTEN TO ME PLEASE! I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE I'M SORRY!

[Another mechanical scream, Rose keeps running, being chased by the creature. After a minute they run up another set of stairs. Still being chased.]

R: RUBY WILL YOU LISTEN TO ME!

[No response, the creature continues chase for another minute as Rose runs up another set of stairs.]

R: RUBY! PLEASE!

[After 30 seconds of Rose repeating the name, she trips. The phone falling out of her pocket and lands against a pillar, now facing Rose on the ground, her hand up facing the monster. And the creature, looking down at the now bleeding arm.]

R: I know… I know you're in there somewhere… Plea-

[Before Rose can finish, the creature grabs hold of Rose's right arm their hand in the creature's mouth. Blood oozing from both the hand and shoulder, the sound of fabric and tendons being ripped, bones snapping and popping out of place and after 5 more seconds. The creature rips Rose's arm clean off as she screams in pain, before the creature can do anymore harm a loud shout is heard followed by something hitting them in the head. Causing the creature to put the arm in their mouth like a toy and run in that direction.]

R: [Pained.] h- help… f- fuck…

[Rose coughs, blood pouring out from where the appendage used to be. Creating a puddle after a few seconds.]

[Distant footsteps can be heard off to the right, whoever is approaching is taking large strides to reach wherever they’re trying to get to.]

?: Hello? I heard screaming, is ev–

[Voice identified: Ophelia.]

[Zey pause, her legs now visible in frame near Rose, a shriek that nearly moves the camera from its spot is let out.]

O: HOLY SHIT. ARE– what the fuck am I saying. I– shit. Fuck. FUCK. Um, Rose? Can you… are you…?

R: [Pained and layered with coughing.] S- she hurt me… why… w- why?

O: Oh, no. I… Rose. Jesus… I’m going to get you help, okay? Because I know Ness would probably throw herself off a building if you died here. Does that sound good?

[Rose struggles to raise her thumb in the up position, blood still draining from her shoulder.]

[Ophelia wastes no time in crouching down and grabbing Rose, as well as the phone, she puts it in what appears to be a pocket in a jean jacket. Xe places Rose on one of their shoulders so she can have one arm free. And they begin sprinting.]

[Ophelia’s phone begins ringing, the song “Another one bites the dust” is identified as the ringtone.]

O: [Quietly.] Shit.

[Ophelia pulls out her phone and answers the call, putting on their most happy tone of voice as zey speak to the person on the other end.]

O: [Overly cheerfully.] Hey girlie! How are you?

?: Want the truth or a lie?

[Voice identified: Ness.]

O: The truth, bestie. What’s up? What’s bugging you?

Ne: Henry… Has made no progress at all with recovery.

O: Aw, I’m sorry, Ness. That sounds really rough. I hope he gets better soon.

Ne: Yeah… Honestly Rose is the only reason I haven't snapped… If anything happened to her I uhm… I am worried about what I would do.

O: [A tinge of awkward worry added into her tone.] Um. Yeaaaahh…!

Ne: Ophelia… What happened?

O: So, uh. [Her voice falters, the cheery facade falling away.] Ness, I’m so sorry. She’s– I– I don’t–

Ne: Please god don't let her be dead… Please.

O: NO SHE’S STILL ALIVE. I HAVE HER RIGHT HERE. She’s just… [Quickly.] down a limb.

Ne: …

O: I have to go. I’ll… do something. Just… hang tight, alright? It’ll be fine.

Ne: If she dies. I'm in. I don't care who I have to fight.

O: … got it.

[Ophelia hangs up.]

O: Rose, don’t you dare fucking die. Stay with me. Your girlfriend has just made a very stupid choice.

R: [Loopy.] I told jebby… I wouldn't die… So we goob…

O: [Under her breath.] Who the actual fuck is Jebby.

R: [Loopy.] Sparrow… Mom…

O: I– okay. Save your energy, girl. We’re close, but I need you to stay awake for a bit longer. Just a little more.

[Rose does not respond outside of a groan of pain.]

[Ophelia speeds up, ending up in front of a door within 15 seconds. She flings it open, revealing the PR office. Several people are watching TV within.]

O: GUYS. PROBLEM. HELP. NOW.

[Several members stand up, and move over to Ophelia, only noticing Rose once they step closer.]

R: [Loopy.] Ruby ripped… My arm off…

?: Ha, parallels.

[Voice identified: Nicholas.]

[Every PR member turns to Nicholas, who can be seen in the back leaning up against a wall. They all shout at him in unison.]

PR members: SHUT THE FUCK UP, NICHOLAS.

O: There’s a time and place for jokes like that!

R: [Loopier.] Fuck… You… Cunt…

O: Ignore him. Someone get some bandages and… well. Everything we have!

R: trancrip…

O: Wh–

[Ophelia fumbles around, struggling to get Rose’s phone out of their pocket. Once xe does, zey sigh, and end the transcript without another word.]

[End transcript.]

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