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toournextadventure · 11 months

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movie night drabble i

Summary: The ever elusive Tara Carpenter finally makes her appearance at your brother's frat party. Maybe you'll kiss. Okay, you'll definitely kiss.

Word Count: 3.1k Warnings: swearing, smut 18+, underage drinking, slight violence Pairing: Tara Carpenter x Reader A/N: I got a little more goofy with R in this one because I wanted to try something a little different with my writing, so I hope y'all enjoy! movie night i | movie night ii | movie night iii

"Hey," your brother Alfie shouted over the music blaring throughout the frat house. "Carpenter's here."

You turned so quickly you spilled the vodka from your cup onto your shirt.

"Ah fuck," you mumbled, dropping the now-empty cup without a care in the world. Not like it was your frat house, why should you keep it clean?

You promptly bent down to pick it back up. Your Ma raised you better than that.

"Where is she?" You asked, once again searching for any sign of the younger Carpenter girl.

"You don't see her?" He was teasing you. It was evident by the stupid, smug look on his ugly mug.

"She's 5 foot nothin’, no I don't see her," you argued back.

“Over there,” Alfie pointed, and you followed his finger as best as you could.

“Where are you pointing your crooked ass finger?” You asked.

“See Frankie?” He asked in frustration. As if it was your fault he had crooked, broken fingers. “She’s talkin’ to him.”

“Ah shit,” you mumbled when you spotted Frankie and, finally, Tara. “Take my cup.”

You didn’t wait for him to agree before shoving the cup into his arms and making your way through the crowded frat house. As much as you wanted to see Tara, you didn’t want to see her with fucking Frankie. No one was worse than that prick. You and Alfie were pricks too, but at least you both stayed respectful. Frankie just wanted to get his rocks off with whatever girl gave him the chance.

Unfortunately, it looked like Tara might be that girl.

He was standing a little too close for comfort by the time you finally shoved your way past everyone. That annoying little voice in your head reminded you that Tara wasn’t yours and you had no right to her. And that voice was correct! But that didn’t mean you were going to stand aside and let fucking Frankie get his greasy hands on her.

“Hey Frankie,” you said with an obnoxious smile and a painfully hard clap on his shoulder. “How ya doin’?”

“Hey,” he said without even looking at you.

“Hi Tara,” you said far softer and with a much more genuine smile. At least you hoped it was, you were starting to feel a bit of that vodka settling in.

Tara opened her mouth to answer before being cut off by Frankie. “Need something?”

Think of something good.

“Yeah, actually,” you said with a shrug, “but we might wanna talk in private.”

“Just tell me now, Street Rat,” he said quickly. “I’m busy.”

Think of something good.

“It’s just,” you sighed, “I wanna make sure you get yourself checked out, man.”

“For what?”

“I was just talking with Skye earlier and she said she got the clap,” you said with a shrug. “I know you two are fuck buddies so you should probably watch out.”

“You serious?” He asked, suddenly standing up and looking far more furious as he crushed his beer in his hand.

“I’m doin’ you a solid, man-”

“-you gonna say this shit in front of Carpenter?” He asked, now standing toe-to-toe with you. Admittedly you may have underestimated his reaction to such a ploy. Should’ve come up with something less good.

“Dude chill, I told you we should talk in private-”

“-didn’t tell me it was about the fucking clap.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t be tryin’ to fuck every girl that looks at you.”

You heard the crack below your eye before you felt it, a painful punch spiderwebbing across your cheekbone and eye. Nothing you hadn’t felt before, but Frankie could pack a punch when needed. Tears instantly pricked at your eyes as you recaught your balance and stood up, trying to blink away the pain. And tears. And humiliation.

“Say it again, Street Rat,” Frankie said.

“Hey, that’s enough,” Tara tried to say, doing her best to stand in between the both of you. Not that it mattered, she was too short. It was pretty cute, actually. “Y/N, let’s go.”

Don’t say it.

“You’re a man whore, dude,” you said anyway. He clenched his jaw tighter. “A man whore with the clap.”

You moved Tara out of the way and braced yourself when Frankie lifted his fist again. Thankfully he had dropped the beer can; you could already feel something warm trickling down the side of your face. If he was going to hit you then he needed to do it like a man, not with a weapon. Pop always said only cowards used weapons against unarmed men.

Maybe you should have been a coward.

The punch never came. When you re-opened your eyes, you saw Alfie standing there in between the both of you, creating the buffer Tara had tried and failed to become. His back was to you but you could tell by the square set of his shoulders that he was tense. And pissed. Oh god, he was pissed.

“Go home, Frankie,” Alfie said in his heavy Bronx accent. Like most everyone in the family, it came out more when he was tense. Or angry. Oh, he was angry.

“Not until I get an apology,” Frankie said as he pointed to you. “To my face.”

“Not my fault you’re collectin’ STDs like they’re fuckin’ Pokemon, man,” you said back. Shut up!

“Come here-”

“-enough!” Alfie shouted, pushing you both back. Not that you needed the encouragement, your cheek was still throbbing from the first punch. “Get the fuck out, Frankie.”

“I’ll be back for you, Street Rat,” Frankie said with a finger pointed at you. Like the mature adult you were, you stuck your tongue out at him before giving him your best New Yorker smile.

“Now,” Alfie insinuated with a push on Frankie’s chest, guiding him to the front door.

With one more look at you, Frankie finally made his way out of the frat house, pushing past whoever was unfortunate enough to be in his way. He was barely out of sight before you felt a hard slap against your stomach, forcing you to double over. You felt like you were going to puke. Maybe you would.

“Quit startin’ fights, you moron,” Alfie said as he grabbed your shoulders and stood you up straight again. “I’m gettin’ real tired of defending your sorry ass.”

“Pop always said I was a slow learner,” you said, your own accent coming out just enough to irritate you. With a slight scowl, you focused harder on your words. “I’m sorry.”

“Better be,” he said with a sigh. Finally, he turned his head to look at Tara. “You good, doll?”

“I’m fine,” she said with a shrug.

“Be careful with Frankie,” he continued. “He’s a real prick.”

“He’s a-”

“-not a word from you,” Alfie interrupted you with another slap to the shoulder. “You started this whole mess.”

“Coulda finished it too if you gave me the chance,” you said, rubbing your now sore shoulder and still trying not to puke from the blow to the stomach. Maybe those fireball shots weren’t necessary.

“Would you mind taking our little menace upstairs and cleaning the blood off?” Alfie asked Tara. “I’d appreciate it.”

Tara looked at you at the suggestion, really looked at you. Just that one look from her was enough to have your heart beating out of your chest like a Loony Toons character. Oh what you wouldn’t give to have her look at you all the time, whether in malice or admiration or love. Just to have her eyes on you would be enough to leave you happy and content until the day you died.

“Fine,” she said with a sigh, reaching forward to grab your hand. “Let’s go.”

“Don’t test her,” Alfie whispered to you as Tara pulled you away.

You just wiggled your brows suggestively at him, to which he promptly threw his hands up in defeat.

Tara led you throughout the frat house as if she had lived there her entire life. It was almost amusing to see someone so small moving through the crowd without any trouble, as if people knew there was a child among them and they needed to make sure not to step on it. Wait, maybe you shouldn’t be comparing her to a child. But, come on, she was small enough.

By the time you both managed to stumble up the two flights of stairs to the third floor, you were very much starting to feel the alcohol and the bruise that was blooming across your cheek. It was going to smart, that was for sure. Tara pushed you into Alfie’s room - by pure coincidence, surely - and shut the door behind her, locking it promptly.

“You’re a prick,” she said the moment she turned back around to look at you.

“I was protectin’ you,” you said, taking a deep breath in and exhaling slowly to ease the accent. “Frankie’s a prick and you know it.”

“I didn’t need protecting,” she groaned. “I’m capable of taking care of myself.”

“You wanna get the clap, be my guest,” you said with a shrug.

“Does he really have it?” Tara asked doubtfully.

You closed your mouth and looked off at Alfie’s closet. If you didn’t look at her, maybe she wouldn’t force you to answer. Even with the music pounding through the walls, you heard her sigh. You shouldn’t have lied, that annoying little voice in your head said. Sometimes you hated your subconscious; it was usually right.

Tara’s hand gripping your jaw made you flinch, which then made the throbbing in your cheek resume once again. Say what you wanted about Frankie, but he could pack a punch. Probably would’ve been better to just leave him be. But then Tara pulled your chin to face her, and you were instantly reassured that no, you absolutely should’ve gotten him to leave.

“He cut your cheek,” she said as her eyes left yours to look at the wounds that adorned your face. “Have anything to clean it with?”

“Here,” you said, leaning back just enough to pull your shirt over your head. Tara’s eyes went wide before she did her best to look anywhere but at you.

“Please put your shirt back on,” she said, still not looking at you.

“It’s got vodka on it anyway,” you said as you shoved the shirt into her hands. “Nature’s disinfectant.”

“It-,” she turned to look at you incredulously. “Are you stupid?”

“Depends on who’s asking,” you said with a grin. “Just clean it already, I’m braced.”

Tara shook her head slowly, but grabbed your jaw once again to hold you still. Her hand was soft; incredibly soft, actually. Depending on how she held you, you could almost see that scar of hers. An angry pink that looked like it didn’t really want to finish healing. She probably needed to put some cream on it, maybe you could ask your Ma for a bit of advice.

You hissed when she dabbed the vodka drenched shirt on your cheek. Oh, now you remembered why it wasn’t a good idea. It got the job done, sure, but it hurt like a sonofabitch. But you squared your shoulders and stayed still until she was done dabbing it. Even though it seemed like she was cleaning it a little more forcefully than necessary.

“Does Frankie actually have the clap?” Tara asked again while she finished up.

“Have you slept with him?” You asked in return. She gave you a frown before looking back at your cheek.

“No.”

“Then yes he does,” you said with a nod. “Plus a few others, he’s like a breeding ground for ‘em.”

“You’re disgusting,” she sighed before straightening up.

“Listen, if you wanted to get laid tonight, you could’ve always asked me,” you said with a shrug. You hoped it came off as nonchalant, even though you were totally chalant about it. Was that even a word?

“What makes you think I would want to sleep with you?” Tara asked as she crossed her arms over her chest. It didn’t distract you from noticing the slightest flush to her cheeks.

“Because you think I’m sexy,” you said in a sing-songy voice, “and you wanna kiss me.”

“Anyone ever told you you’re annoying?” She asked.

She did not, however, stop you from reaching out to grab her by the hips and pull her until she was standing between your legs. Even when you were sitting she was barely taller than you. Her arms uncrossed so she could rest her hands on your bare shoulders, causing you to shiver lightly. You were going to blame it on the alcohol.

“You can call me whatever you want,” you said, your eyes darting down to look at her lips. “As long as you call me.”

“This is only because I’m drunk,” Tara said, her own eyes looking at your lips. Bingo.

“Of course,” you said as your thumbs slipped under her shirt and rubbed her hips lightly.

“And if you tell anyone, I’ll kill you,” she continued.

“Naturally," you agree.

The alcohol coursed through you, leaving a heat in its wake. But it was nothing compared to the inferno you felt in your core when Tara practically surged forward to kiss you. She wasted no time parting her lips for you, letting you taste every inch of her. She tasted of cheap beer and lemonade; surprisingly unsurprising.

"Were you smoking?" She asked as she pulled away; you chased her, leaving a trail of kisses across her jaw. "You smell like smoke."

"Which answer gets me laid?" You asked between kisses.

"You're insufferable," she groaned.

She pushed against your shoulders until you fell back against the bed. Almost instantly, she climbed on top of you, straddling your stomach and placing her hands on your ribs. Her nails were short, but still long enough to scratch your skin lightly, sending another shiver through your body. It was a nice feeling. Painfully nice.

“Don’t try to romance me,” Tara said as she looked down at you; her pupils were blown and she looked absolutely beautiful.

“Just a fuck?” You clarified.

“A quick one,” she said with a nod.

“Clothes off?” You asked.

“On,” she corrected.

“Yes ma’am,” you said quickly before letting your hands push under her shirt, nails lightly scratching across her skin until you felt the underwire of her bra.

You waited, watching her to make sure she consented. The alcohol may have been clouding your judgment ever so slightly, but you weren’t Frankie. When Tara looked at you and nodded, you wasted no time in pushing her bra above her breasts. The moment your knuckles brushed against her nipples, her head slowly fell back and she exhaled sharply through her nose.

That inferno in your core only grew hotter when you rolled her nipple between your thumb and forefinger and her hips stuttered against your stomach. Oh it was a beautiful sight, to see Tara lose even the slightest bit of her composure from such a small gesture. You did it again and had to bite your lip to keep yourself from groaning at the movement of her hips.

“Don’t tease,” she said breathlessly, her nails digging deeper into your ribs. A stunning sting that you hoped would leave marks.

“As you wish,” you said in reply.

One of your hands stayed right where it was, brushing lightly against her nipple just to see her shiver. Your other hand moved down, unbuttoning her jeans with surprising ease that you blamed on nothing more than the alcohol. With nothing else in your way, you effortlessly slipped your hand under the waistband of her underwear, letting out a humiliating moan when you felt just how wet she was.

“Jesus, Tara,” you said breathlessly as you ran your fingers through her folds before stopping on her clit.

“Just shut up,” she said between clenched teeth.

It was an uncomfortable position for your hand to be in, though you wouldn’t change it for the world. Your wrist was at an awkward angle, you couldn’t do much, and there wasn’t much room to move. But that didn’t mean much when Tara was doing most of the work for you, rutting her hips against your hand as if you were good for one thing and one thing only.

“Don’t move,” she gasped, confirming your suspicions. You didn’t really care.

“Fuck,” you groaned as you watched her move, her nails finally splitting your skin ever so slightly. It wouldn’t bleed, but there would be red marks for the next few days.

Even though Tara wasn’t touching you, there was something satisfying about watching her get herself off on your fingers. Seeing her eyes squeeze shut and her mouth fall open when she hit just the right spot. Feeling how wet she was and how effortlessly she could rut against your fingers. No shame, no regrets, just the pleasure of the moment.

God it was hot.

You watched her as she came, her hips stuttering, giving you the opportunity to finally help out and rub tight circles on her clit. Just enough to sustain her orgasm for a few seconds more. She exhaled sharply and leaned forward on her hands, pushing deeper into your ribs. It made it a little harder to breathe, but when Tara Carpenter was the cause? Well, you would be happy to just suffocate under her touch.

“God you’re hot,” you said softly, not even sure if she would hear you or not. That was okay; it wasn’t the point.

Her eyes finally opened as she caught some semblance of control over her breathing again. The beautiful brown of her eyes was taken over by her dark pupils, and for a moment, she almost looked like she was smiling down at you. Maybe she was, you certainly wouldn’t bring it up to her. Not at that moment, anyway. But then she blinked a few times and shook her head before removing her weight from her hands, unburdening you from suffocation.

“I suppose you’re not entirely insufferable,” she said as she slowly pushed herself off of you, being a little extra careful as she buttoned her pants.

“You’re gonna leave me high and dry, aren’t you?” You asked when she tossed your shirt back in your face.

“You never clarified you wanted to get laid,” she said with a smirk before walking to the door and leaving the room.

You fell back onto the bed and sighed loudly. Your head was thumping with your pre-hangover migraine, your cheek was still sore, and you had a serious case of blue balls. But the mental image of Tara getting herself off on your hand… well, you supposed that would suffice.

For now.

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sydsaint · 5 months

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I had to do a fluffy Hook holiday fic

Summary: The reader faces the gloom of a lonely Holiday weekend until Tyler invites her to spend the weekend with the Senerchia family.

With the holidays fast approaching on the weekend, the AEW roster enjoy their last show before their small vacation. You've just finished up a match against Skye Blue and are headed backstage to the locker rooms when you run into Tyler hanging around.

"Hey, Tyler." You wave at the stoic enigma that is Taz's heartthrob son.

"Hey, Y/N." Tyler waves back at you, pushing off the wall at the same time. "Nice win over Skye, by the way." He adds. "I see that training with my dad has been paying off."

You bounce on your feet with an eager smile. "It really has!" You agree. "I've been feeling so much more confident in the ring since Taz started giving me pointers. And training with you probably helped as well. Only a little though." You joke with a laugh.

"Well, my dad is the mastermind, not me, after all." Tyler jokes with you. "Anyway. What are you doing this weekend? Any plans for the holidays?" He casually asks.

"No, not really." You shrug. "My mom and stepdad are going to the Bahamas for a week. And I guess they assumed that I'd be busy. Because they didn't invite me." You explain, trying to hide the disappointment in your tone.

Tyler's eyebrows twitch in surprise at your answer. He can tell that you're faking a carefree smile, and he hates seeing you upset. "Damn, Y/N. That sucks." Tyler frowns.

"You're telling me." Your voice cracks as you fake another laugh. "Anyway. I totally need to grab a shower. So, I'll talk to you later, Ty." You quickly dismiss yourself before the urge to cry rears its ugly head.

Tyler silently watches you hurry past him toward the locker rooms. His jaw twitches in frustration that he didn't stop you. But an idea pops into his head and he takes off to find Taz before the show ends.

After some searching, Tyler finds his dad hanging out in catering before the Rampage taping starts.

"Tyler! What's going on, kid?" Taz greets his kid with a friendly smile.

"Hey, Dad." Tyler nods and sits down next to him. "I actually came by to run an idea by you." He explains.

Taz nods and sets down his phone. "Alright. What's up?" He asks Tyler.

"I was just talking to Y/N after her match with Skye about the holidays, right?" Tyler explains. "And apparently her mom ditched her for the holiday for a trip to the Bahamas. And you know that Y/N is an only child." He adds. "So I was wondering if you cared if I invited Y/N to come home with us for the weekend?"

A chuckle falls from Taz's lips at Tyler's request. He's been training you for around 6 months now. You and Tyler have slowly been building quite an interesting friendship.

"Of course, I don't mind!" Taz laughs. "I'm sure that your mom would love to have another kid around for the Holiday." He assures Tyler.

"Cool." Tyler nods. "I'm gonna go ask her right now. I'll text you later, Dad." He takes off with his answer to find you.

Back in the locker rooms you come out of the shower and begin packing up to leave. Your mind is occupied with thoughts about how you're going to spend your holiday weekend alone so it takes a moment to realize someone is knocking on the door.

"Crap!" You curse and hurry to the door when you finally hear the knocking. "Yeah? Oh! Hey, Tyler." You find Tyler standing on the other side of the door. "Come in." You step aside and let him in the locker room.

"Thanks, Y/N." Tyler smiles and steps inside the room.

You shut the door and turn back into the room. Tyler has made himself at home in a chair next to your bags. "So." You walk over to him. "What's up?" You ask casually.

"Yeah, so, I felt kind of bad that you have to spend the holidays alone," Tyler explains. "So I asked my dad if he was cool with you coming home with us. And he said that he'd love to have you. Only if you want though."

"Oh!" You reply with surprise. "That's really nice of you and Taz, Tyler." You admit sheepishly.

Tyler nods, realizing that he might be acting a little forward with you. "Sorry. Like I said, it's only if you want." He assures you.

"I know!" You nod. "Yeah, I'd love to come home with you guys if it's really no trouble." You agree to his offer.

"It's not. Trust me." Tyler chuckles. "My dad really likes you! Maybe even more than me." He jokes. "And my mom is bound to like you too." He adds.

You and Tyler fine-tune your travel plans and the next morning you are on the plane back to New York with Taz and Tyler.

Upon your arrival, Tyler shows you around the house and to the guest bedroom where you'll be staying for the weekend. "I'll let you get your stuff put away." Tyler leaves you at the door of the guest room. "My room is right across the hall." He points to the closed door directly across the hall. "So just let me know if you need anything."

You and Tyler are busy putting your stuff away upstairs so Taz takes some time to talk with his wife.

"She's awfully cute," Theresa comments on you, having only briefly seen Tyler drag you up the stairs upon arrival. "And Tyler seems to really like her." She adds.

"Oh, there is definitely something there, yes." Taz chuckles. "But don't tell Tyler that. Because he'll just deny it."

Taz and his wife both laugh and catch up for a bit. A while later you and Tyler come back down the stairs after having settled in a bit.

"You have a lovely home, Mrs. Sererchia." You compliment Tyler's mom with a friendly smile.

"Thank you, sweetie." Theresa smiles back at you. "I hope that you can enjoy yourself this weekend. And get some much-needed rest." She adds.

You match the woman's warm smile and nod. "I'm sure that I will. It's really cozy here." You admit.

Over the weekend Tyler introduced you to some of the Holiday traditions of the Senerchia family. You help decorate the tree and house, bake cookies, and see a parade. On Christmas Eve you play some games with the family and share drinks before Taz and his wife head to bed for the night.

You and Tyler stay up and watch a few movies while casually chatting about work and some other stuff.

"This was a really nice weekend, Tyler. Thank you for inviting me over." You thank Tyler from your spot snuggled up on the couch beside him.

"Yeah, this weekend was really nice." Tyler agrees with you. "What time is it?" He asks and glances at the clock on the wall.

You glance at the clock on the wall in the dimly lit room. "It's almost 2 am." You answer him. "Why?"

"So it's officially Christmas then?" Tyler replies.

"Yeah. Again, why?" You ask him again.

Tyler slips off the couch in almost a hurry before he turns to you. "I'll be right back. Stay here." He asks you.

You nod and watch Tyler hurry up the stairs. With him gone, you sit up on the couch and wonder where he's gone in such a hurry. A few seconds later you hear him fly down the stairs and rush back to your side with something in his hand.

"Here!" Tyler shoves a small wrapped present your way.

"You got me a gift?" You take the present from him gently. "Awe, Tyler. I didn't get you anything though."

Tyler shakes his head and gestures for you to open it. "It's fine!" He insists. "Just open it now so I don't have to listen to my mom bug me about it in the morning." He asks you.

"Okay." You nod and unwrap the paper to reveal a velvet box. Your heart skips a beat as you open the box and find a necklace inside that sparkles in the room's low light. "Oh my god, Tyler." You look back up at him watching you intently.

"Do you like it?" Tyler asks you. As if the look on your face isn't enough.

Flabbergasted by the expensive sparkling necklace in front of you, words seem impossible for a moment. "Ty, of course, I like it! It's beautiful!" You assure him once you've regained the ability to talk.

"Great! I knew you would!" Tyler beams. "Here, let me put it on you." He gently picks the chain up and moves to help fasten it around your neck.

Tyler secures the clasp into place and steps back. You look down at your chest and admire the way it sparkles against your skin. "Now I really feel bad that I didn't get you anything." You bite the inside of your lip sheepishly.

"You're here," Tyler replies and steps closer to you. "And that's kind of all I wanted for Christmas." He admits.

"Just me?" You answer him with an amused smile.

"Just you," Tyler confirms and leans in for a kiss.

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whatdoeseverybodywant · 7 months

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LOVE- CHAPTER 3

After getting back together, Janelle finds out thats she's pregnant. Follow along with Josh and Janelle as they deal with the highs and lows of her pregnancy.

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Janelle is played by Justine Skye

Hopefully this is only 2 chapters but you know me lol it might be more.

Sequel to All I Need Is You: Read Here

Part 1 Part 2

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After most of the guests had left, Janelle and her father sat outside near the bonfire. Janelle couldn’t wipe the smile off of her face, she was so excited that her father was there with her.

“I’m so proud of you Nelly, you have a good thing going here.” Her father said, breaking her out of her thoughts.

“Thank you daddy.”

“And that Josh. he loves you alot.” She smiled and looked over to where Josh and Xavier were trying to catch lighting bugs with Jon’s two kids. “He was persistent in trying to find me. “ He sighed and grabbed her hand, giving it a squeeze. “I’m sorry ‘bout everything Janelle. I wasn’t the best dad to you and your brothers but I promise imma do my best to be the best grandfather.” He cleared his throat, trying to make his voice not waver. “Josh already set me up with a rehab close by. I want to be the best version of myself for my grandson.”

Janelle couldn’t stop herself from crying. This was all she wanted, her daddy clean from drugs and in her life.

Josh looked over to where Janelle and her father were sitting and smiled to himself. He would do whatever to make her happy.

“You really love her huh?” He looked over at his mom and nodded his head. “Good,” She said and pulled him into a hug. “I’m so happy for you Joshua, after everything that you’ve been through with Ximena.” She paused and cupped his cheek with her hand. “I’m happy you found love again.”

Josh hugged his mother tightly. Ximena had put him and his family through hell, from getting him arrested on false charges and then hiding Xavier until didn’t feel like being a mother anymore. He was happy that she found Janelle and that she accepted him and all his flaws.

Janelle placed a kiss on Xavier’s head and left out of his room. She had just put him to bed for the night.

“Y’all good?” Josh asked once she came into their room and she nodded. He was standing by their closet, getting hsi clothes for the week ready, he was heading back on the road tomorrow.

“Yeah, he just wanted to feel the baby move before he went to sleep.” She said with a chuckle as she started to get ready for bed. Once she was finished she walked over and wrapped her arms around him the best she could, mindful of her growing belly.

“Ya’ dad make it to the rehab okay?” He asked and she nodded.

“Yeah he texted me after Jon and Trin dropped him off. Thank you for doing that Joshua.” She said as she got on her tippy toes and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“It’s no problem Nelle. I know you wanted ya’ dad around for the baby.”

“Yeah, but to pay for his whole rehab treatment. You didn’t have to do that.” He stopped packing and turned around to face her.

“I wanted to. Me and him talked about him wanting to be clean for you and for our baby. He said he wanted this and I wanted to help.” He pressed his forehead against hers and whispered. “I just want you to be happy Nelle.”

“I am happy Josh. You and Xavier make me happy.”

“Yeah?” He asked and she nodded. “Good.” He said before placing a kiss on her lips.

Josh had been gone for about three days now. Janelle and Xaiver were up late - way past Xavier’s bedtime- they were waiting for Josh’s daily facetime call. Monday Night Raw had just gone off the air and Josh had let her know that he had a dark match afterwards she had told Xavier this but he insisted that he stay up so that he could talk to his dad.

She looked down at Xavier when he shifted positions, his head was now resting on her belly.

“Nelly?” he called out to her softly.

“You okay X?” She asked and he nodded.

“Can I asks a question?” He asked still talking lowly

“Yeah bud you can ask me anything.” She said, He didn’t say anything for a while. “Xavier, what's wrong?” She asked, moving him so he was sitting up and facing her.

“When the baby gets here it’s gonna call you mommy?” He asked and she chuckled.

“Well, not right away.” She said, smiling at his confused face. “The baby will have to learn how to talk first and then he’s gonna call me mommy.”

“Okay. What about me?” He asked, staring into her eyes.

“What do you mean?”

“How comes the baby gets to call you mommy. You're my mommy too, right?” Janelles was speechless. She kept opening and closing her mouth. She let out a sigh of relief when her phone started to ring.

“Oh look. It's your dad.” She said clearing her throat before answering the facetime call.

“My bad y’all” He said as soon as the call connected. “My phone died. I had to charge it.”

Janelle had opened her mouth to respond but Xavier beat her. “Dad, how comes the baby gets to call Nelly mom and I don’t? She’s my mom too, right?” Josh was just as speechless as Janelle now. He knew that this conversation was coming, he just wasn’t prepared for it.

“Um, I- um.” He stuttered out. He looked at Janelle and she nodded her head slightly. “Xavi, you know Janelle’s not your biological mom right?” When Xavier nodded, Josh continued. “But she loves you a whole lot.” Xavier looked at Janelle who nodded in agreement.

“But why can’t I call her mom?” He asked. Xavier was getting upset. It wasn’t fair that the baby could call her mom when he was there first. He should be able to call her mom.

Janelle propped the phone on the coffee table in front of them and turned to Xavier.

“You can call me whatever you want Xavier. You can call me mom if you want to.” She said getting choked up towards the end of her conversation.

“Okay I want to call you mommy.” Janelle let out a choked sob and pulled Xavier into a tight hug.

“Damn man, yall got me over here crying and shit.” Josh said causing Janelle to laugh.

“Swear word daddy.”

They talked to Josh until he reached his hotel room. After saying goodnight to him, Janelle got Xavier ready for bed. After tucking him in she placed a kiss on his forehead.

“Goodnight Xavi.” He gave her a sleep smile and blew her kiss.

“Goodnight mommy.”

Thank you all for reading,

Reblogs, comments, likes, and feedback ALWAYS appreciated ❤

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fuckyeahdindjarin · 2 years

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Palomino Masterlist

COMPLETE | Explicit 🔞 NO minors allowed

Jack Daniels x F!Reader

Note: You guys voted for Palomino to be the next WIP after Consent, and who am I to refuse? But honestly, thank you for voting for Jack, because I've been dying to write this story. If you'd like to be tagged, please comment, reblog or sign up at my taglist.

Part 1: Palomino

Unable to get a refund for a week-long horse-riding pack trip you'd booked with your ex, you decide to go solo. As it turns out, a rebound with a cowboy named Jack while traversing the wild landscapes of Wyoming might just be what you need.

Part 2: Buckskin

It's an eventful first day on the trail, to say the least.

Part 3: Dapple Grey

Tinder is a dangerous game. So is Never Have I Ever.

Part 4: Strawberry Roan

Jack pulls out all the stops for your birthday. All of them.

Part 5: Appaloosa

You and Jack play house for a day.

Part 6: Mustang

On the fifth day, you leave the Halfway House behind, and the conversation turns homeward.

Part 7: Fleabitten

You and Jack spend your last night together in the mountains - for now.

Part 8: Silver Pony

And just like that, your week at the Statesman Ranch comes to an end, leaving you grappling with the prospect of saying goodbye to Jack.

Part 9: Warmblood

The hardest goodbye you’ll ever say.

Oneshots & drabbles

Deleted scenes from the series that I didn't have the word count for.

Bernaise: You watch Jack cook. Deleted scene from Part 4 - Strawberry Roan.

If Only: Jack smiles and brushes a thumb across your cheek. If only you knew.

Peeks into Jack and Darlin's life after the end of the series.

Pressing: Jack marks you as his in an unexpected way.

Real: You call Jack after running into your ex at a wedding.

Cowgirl Aesthetics: 'This dress won't last ten minutes in a real horse yard and you know it, darlin''.'

Headcanons

Miscellaneous headcanons - some requested, some no one asked for.

Visuals

Mostly made/commissioned for A Palomino Farewell.

Special edition chapter banners

Horses of Palomino

Palominogram: About last night

Palominogram: The cellar

Commissioned art

Belt buckle inspiration

Moodboard: Buckskin

Moodboard: Palomino

Horse girl representation

Recipes

Mama Daniels' express chili: featured in Fleabitten

Poppy's chocolate & rum cupcakes: featured in Strawberry Roan

Bonus content

Art and misc. generously gifted by my sweetest friends ❤️

A Palomino Farewell

Palomino playlist

A birthday message from cowboy Jack and Cowboy yearning by the most talented @guiltypleasure-art

Palomino edit by the loveliest Heidi @wildemaven

Moodboard by the sweetest Keira @k-ra

Playlist by sweetest Sil @psychedelic-ink for A Palomino Farewell

Palomino-inspired cocktail recipe by darlin' Skye @iamskyereads

I can't believe that Palomino now has its own cocktail!!! I'm so honoured that Skye created and shared this recipe with us. All the elements are perfect, from the Campfire whiskey (Darlin's favourite time of the day - snuggling with Jack by the fire), apple (If Only reference) and Ginger (who convinced Darlin' not to cancel the trip). I cannot wait to try this cocktail myself, thank you so so much my love ❤️

More notes: This is a very personal story to me as I grew up loving and riding horses. I've been lucky enough to go on several horseriding holidays, and I'm writing directly from experience - except the hot cowboy part, sadly. Even if you don't ride, I hope you enjoy this story, and I will be the happiest writer if I impart to you even a fraction of the joy of exploring the great outdoors from the back of a steady (or speedy) steed.

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chichirid · 18 days

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tw: flashing, potential eye strain for the graphic!

˗ˋˏ kanade yoisaki id pack ˎˊ˗

(names, pronouns, titles)

names: alice, celine, ciara, cynthia, ebony, eva, evangeline, evelyn, fuyuri, iris, ivory, kristine, lonette, lucy, lyra, magnolia, melody, octavia / octave, olivia, raine, sabrina, selena, skye, sonatina, sophia, symphonia, tsukiko, victoria, violet, willow, yoru, yotsuba

pronouns: digi/digital, muse/music, note/notes, sy/synth, chord/chords, key/keys, compose/composes, night/nights, sing/songs, harmoni/harmony, midnight/midnights

titles: *prn* who orchestrates melodies, *prn* whose hope is embedded somewhere in a file, *prn* whose melodies transmit hope,*prn* whose synthesiser is sampled with hope, *prn* with a keyboard set at 25:00, *prn* composing a sample of ambitions, *prn* who is composed from music, the song playing at 25:00, the saviour of symphonies, the composer of daydreams, the composer with a desire to save those dear, the saviour with a backup melody

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offbranddrpepsi · 10 months

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Hello!! Could I request omen, skye, yoru or if u want someone else and their reaction if they will find s/o crying? I just need some comfort sorry (

of course!

The walking ghost absolutely does not know what to do at first. He knows you are sad, he can feel that much and understands your demeanor. He tries his best although it is admittedly bad. Moving you to your room using teleportation, getting you set up in bed, stacking any and all plushies he can find around you because one time Neon said plushies make people feel better. He then just sits across from you and watches waiting for you to request something of him or for you to improve. As he witnesses you cry more though he gets better, even asking Sage for help helping someone who is sad.

Skye is a bit rough around the edges but she reacts well. The woman is immediately getting you some where safe, holding your hand and telling you its gonna be okay. Once you calm down a bit she is asking what happened, if she has to kick anyone's ass, if you want her to get anything. Skye is also one of the people who would try to be a bit jovial to help cheer you up. Pulling out her tiger or bird for you to pet or play with, even encouraging the tiger to mimic a dog. Starts cracking jokes about whatever made you cry to take the sting off, "Oh that guy can't even do better if he tried. The mans a walking disaster have you seen how he dresses himself? Looks like his mom just stopped telling him what to wear.". Will physically carry you anywhere you want to go as well, picking you up like a little back pack and calling herself the Skye train as she totes you around the base.

At first Yoru is, of course, Yoru. He asks you rather harshly why you are crying, not realizing the severity of the situation. Once you don't answer and it hits him he is cursing asking who made you cry, outright demanding you tell him so he can handle it. Regardless of what made you cry he is, in his own Yoru way, on it ASAP. Draps his jacket over you without a word. Leaves a little teleport beacon next to wherever you are but just out of reach so you can't hear or see it. Yoru is gone for what seems like almost an hour before he's back, ordering you to follow him or let him carry you. Set up in his room, as he is too cool to ask for you to unlock yours, is a collection of snacks and a movie set up. He plays it off as saying it was already set up and something he was going to do on his own, but you were upset and he had enough snacks to spare it seemed 'nice' to let you join him. If you look hard enough amongst the snacks is a poorly hidden receipt and if you open his closet door there is a mountain of clothes and random shit he had to shove off of his floor to make the room acceptable. But he would never confirm his goal of making you feel better, he's too cool for that.

#valorant x reader #yoru x reader #valorant fanfiction #valorant #skye x reader #omen x reader

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swiftyangx12 · 11 months

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“With great power comes with great responsibility…”|Valorant x Marvel #1

[Synopsis]: Marvel inspired Valorant agents and the first one is a Spider-Man based agent.

[Gender Neutral!VP Agent]

[(A/N)]: The characters may be OOC and I’m open for criticism/help to improve.

[TW]: Possible spoilers of ATSV and some cursing

Let’s start with the first recent addition to the Valorant Protocol.

They’re from Queens, New York.

Somebody whose like the neighborhood’s friendly savior.

Well, I think it’s best if they introduce themselves to you…

Arachnis: “My name is [Y/N] [L/N]. I’m a Spider-based Radiant who got their powers from the First Light and not bitten by a radioactive spider. For about two years, I go by Arachnis, swinging around New York, stopping robberies, beating bad guys, protecting people and loved ones, the usual stuff. Then I was recruited by an organization called The Valorant Protocol where there are other agents like me who defend our world, Alpha Earth, from Omega Earth that keep stealing a material called Radianite that powers almost everything. I get to travel around the world and it was my first time using firearms. I’m one of the Sentinels of Valorant and sometimes I can go too far when defending my colleagues…

When I don’t have missions, I visit New York and reminisce about everything that happened before and after getting my powers.

I hope nothing goes wrong in the future…”

《🕷️》

[Valorant HQ]

Breach: *with his booming voice* WHO’S UP FOR GAME NIGHT?!

Arachnis: AH! *Jumps up scared and now stuck on the ceiling*

Brimstone: Breach, you scared them again.

Breach: Whoops, sorry!

Arachnis: You’re good. I’m coming down. *Lowers back down with a thread of silk* Hey.

《🕷️》

Phoenix & Yoru: *Arguing and being dumbasses*

Jett: *Frustrated* When are they gonna stop?

Arachnis: *Shoots their web at the two and sticks them against a wall*

Phoenix & Yoru: [Y/N]!

Arachnis: *Shoots more web at their mouths to shut up* Unless you two behave, stop arguing like Pre-K brats!

《🕷️》

[Location: SPLIT]

Arachnis: *Spider senses triggered* Fall back! Fall back!!!

Skye: ‘Rach? What is it?

[Something crashes in front of the VP team and they readied their weapons. It seems the threat obtain mechanical tentacles protruding through its backside and it look pissed.]

Chamber: What is that?

Arachnis: I don’t know. Just shoot at it! *Starts shooting at the suspect*

[Its tentacles intertwined together forming a shield and the bullets deflect.]

Arachnis: Fuck! *Sprints at the enemy*

Skye & Jett: Arachnis!

Arachnis: *Shoots their web and yank themselves towards the enemy* *Kicks it with great impact and traps the individual in more webs* *Then starts swinging it around, slamming the body left and right like the Hulk beating a Pre-Infinity War Loki*

[Far away from the map]

???: I think the anomaly is taken care of.

[The strangers watch Arachnis tears off the tentacles with their bare hands. They were horrified by the sight.]

???: Definitely taken care of.

《🕷️》

[Hours later]

[Arachnis ties the enemy up with more web and knocks it out of conscious with the butt of their Phantom.]

Skye: Wow. You tore it up worse than a pack of wolves.

Jett: We need to tell Brim about this.

Arachnis: We should. You guys go ahead. I think I dropped my melee somewhere. *Walks around the area*

[They crawl up on the walls of the structures, swinging around with their webbing, searching for their knife until they get introduced by some figures.]

???: Excuse me? Is this what you’re looking for? *Holds out the weapon*

Arachnis: Oh, my knife! Thanks. *About to grab it but Spider Senses triggered again* No way. Are you two also Radiants?

???: Radiants?

???: Sorry, we’re not. We came to pick up the anomaly. *Points at the unconscious suspect*

Arachnis: Anomaly?

???: And if it’s alright, could you come with us?

Arachnis: *Suspicious* …One second. *Speaks through their ear piece* Team, I think I’ll find another way back to base. Inform Brimstone that I’ll be back soon and I need to take care of something.

《🕷️》

[Earth-928, Spider Society HQ]

Arachnis: You mean to tell me there are others like me?

Gwen: Yes, and I think Miguel could use more people like you.

Arachnis: I…don’t think so. I’m part of the Valorant Protocol and already dealing with doppelgängers attempting to steal our power supply.

Gwen: We’re here. Miguel!

[Up on a ascended platform with hologram screens hued with neon orange, the one and only Miguel O’Hara whose back is facing out.]

Arachnis: Does he always do that? His back facing us?

Gwen: Always.

Miguel: You’re the one who took down the Doc Ock variant. *Finally turns to face down at them* All by yourself.

Arachnis: 씨발… [Ssi-Bal…] (Fuck…) You guys didn’t tell me he’s part Goliath Bird eater.

Miles: *Coughs from the sudden response*

Arachnis: He’s huge.

Miguel: Are you finished?

Arachnis: Yeah. Also I’m not joining as I’m already an agent with another organization.

Peter B. Parker: *Barges in* Wait! Before you go and never come back, would you at least tour around the place?

Arachnis: Okay? It won’t change my final decision.

《🕷️》

[Lobby]

Peter B. Parker: You were never bit by a radioactive spider?

Arachnis: Nope. I’m a Radiant. Got my powers from The First Light.

Miles: Have you always experienced near-deaths?

Arachnis: I dodge bullets everyday.

Pavitr: Have you lost a favorite family member?

Arachnis: My family and I had an Uncle Benny and he died.

Pavitr: Oh no. I’m sorry for your loss.

Arachnis: It’s cool. Nobody liked or missed him because he was dick to everyone.

Spider Gang: Oh.

Arachnis: We celebrate his death before, during and after his funeral like New Year’s Day.

Spider Gang: Oh.

Arachnis: Does that count as a canon event?

Jess: It’s better than never.

《🕷️》

[Back in VP HQ]

Arachnis: *Exits through the portal*

Brimstone: [L/N], where were you?

Arachnis: It’s a long story, sir. You may want to sit down for this one.

[Hours Later]

Arachnis: …And that is how I came back here.

Brimstone: It’s long, all right.

Arachnis: Told you. They offered me to join, but I can’t accept it. How can I fill in both organizations at once?

Brimstone: Have you discuss this with their boss?

Arachnis: *Frowns* Yes, and he scares me.

Brimstone: What are the arrangements?

Arachnis: I come by every Tuesday and Friday as their fighting instructor in that universe.

Brimstone: Anything else?

Arachnis: Some of the younger Spider-people want to visit this world.

Brimstone: *Sighs* More chaos.

《🕷️》

[Friday at the Spider Society]

Arachnis: *Babysitting Mayday this time* “'Cause we don't need permission to dance! Da-na-na-na-na-na-na, da-na-na-na-na-na-na!” *Dancing to the song*

Mayday: *Giggling happily at the little performance*

Arachnis: *Twirls around and spots HIM* *Throws a knife at his direct*

Miguel: *Dodges* Was that necessary?

Arachnis: Yes, and I got scared. I’m on Mayday duty so I’m protecting her. *Picks up Mayday* See you around, O’Hara. *Walks away with the baby in their arms*

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Skye & Elif - polar plung @cantfightmoonlight

Skye didn’t really avoid Elif, not really if you were asking. How could he she was a part of the town the pack and the end of his life. At least the life he had as a witch. There was a deeply covered part of Skye that missed being a witch. He had done so much and so little with his magic. sometimes in a rare moment he found himself envious of the local coven. The weirded magic freely when all the magic he had done had been in secret. The woman who should have been his mentor denied the witch in her. And insisted her son do the same. But these moments were far and few between. For the most part Skye enjoyed being a wolf. If he was feeling rather poetic he could wax on and on about his one true love had always been the moon. So becoming a werewolf was basically the longest realest commitment he’d ever had. Call himself moony if he were feeling cheeky.

Tonight he was feeling such. After being on high alert guarding the borders of town he was more than happy to let loose and take part in the polar plunge. Pulling up to shore beer in hand he realized who he stood beside, “Hey there lady death. “ He cheesed or focusing another beer from behind his back for her to take. “No one said we had to do this sober.” He could have meant anything but his genuinely easy demeanor and dimpled smile as he looked to the water would have anyone certain he was talking about the impending plunge into frigid waters.

#chat. elif #if any of this is grammatically incorrect or wonky no it’s not. this is mobile lol #lunar cove event 10 #val stones event #polar plunge

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hello!

totally forgot to update here last week. woops!

word count: 2,607 rating: T, each chapter rated individually warnings: swearing, afab original character, second person pov, i don’t think there’s anything but please lmk! previousnext

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕾𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓: 𝔖𝔲𝔩𝔭𝔥𝔲𝔯

You wake up too early. Grab your phone, heart jumps in your throat. There's a message from Patrick Jane. Almost forget to check the time. No one who got shot should be up at seven in the morning. Resign yourself to your fate; probably wouldn't be able to go back to sleep if you wanted to.

Getting up and opening the curtains is a harder task than it has any right to be. Your left thigh smarts something awful. Your arms are still covered in red and purpling marks. Peekaboo's claws, though pretty blunt, still packed a small punch.

Showering this morning means wiping yourself down with a soapy rag and washing your hair in the sink. Despite everything, you don't actually look like too much shit. Wash your face. Pick some baggy sweatpants and an old band shirt.

Look at the time on the microwave. Almost eight. Time for coffee, then.

You make a point to avoid your phone.

You sink into your couch with a mug of coffee. (Black, two spoonfuls of sugar.) Pull your laptop back into your lap, turn the TV on for background noise. Some morning show or whatever.

You spend the better part of your morning googling the CBI agents you saw yesterday for lack of anything better to do.

Jane's enjoying a cup of tea on his Couch when his phone rings in his pocket. Bemused, he answers without looking at the caller ID.

"To what do I owe the pleasure, Miss Benraft?"

Lisbon looks at him like he's grown a second head. 'Skye?', she mouths. He nods patiently.

"Really? ...I see. No, nothing to worry about. I was just curious, you know how that goes." Weaves a coin through his fingers. "Well, I'm not at liberty to say right now. Have you tried reading your cards for it yet?"

Lisbon's expression is that of defeat. Throws her arms up and declares that she has better things to do than wait around for him to schedule a date. Or whatever the hell it is he's actually doing. She walks out with a huff.

Jane places his teacup and saucer on his desk and slowly gets up.

"Listen, I need you to do something for me. Can you go check your mail?"

You count your blessings when the elevator actually works. You would probably have cried if you had to walk down the stairs to the apartment lobby. Collect your mail when you get there, but don't look at it right there. As instructed. Limp back to the elevator, back to your apartment. Lock, chain and bolt it shut.

Your hands shake. This is ridiculous. You were asked to go get and check your mail for anything odd or out of place. Commonplace shit. No reason to get all up in arms about it. No reason for your pulse to be as fluttery as it is.

Jesus, you might be becoming an adrenaline junkie. Bad news.

Shake your head, go back to the couch. Most of the mail is spam. Adverts for local eateries, something about a chimney sweep. (Whose bright idea was it to leave a pamphlet for a chimney sweeper in an apartment complex?) A phone bill, a letter without a return address, a delivery slip from the nearest post office, and a letter from a friend in North Carolina.

Honestly, nothing much out of the ordinary there. More paper than you usually get on a Saturday (or is it Sunday? Does it matter?) but otherwise perfectly normal. Until you get to the letter with no return address. You discover it's sealed with yellow washi tape at the back. For some reason, it puts ice in your veins.

Your Millennial Instincts dictate that you should take pictures of the front and back and send them to Mr Jane. The message takes a while to send, but when it does you toss your phone on the couch to your right. What the hell. You throw the letter on the coffee table in front of you. Burry it under newspapers, flyers, opened and unopened mail. Do your best to forget about the nasty feeling it leaves you with.

Doesn't take five minute for your phone to vibrate with a message. Another five and you're dressed and clambering into a dusty blue Citroen.

You can't catch a break. Little less than two hours later and you're back at the CBI. Brought the strange letter with you, handed it off to Agent Lisbon. Hands it off to a lab tech to see if they can get prints off it.

You are very acutely aware that literally everyone is playing this down. Keep hearing that It's No Big Deal and It's Probably Nothing and Just A Prank. You believe exactly none of it. Mr Jane's countenance is enough to set you off. Everyone else's expressions are just confirmation.

Wow, they're all really shitty liars. Makes you feel a little better, maybe.

Agent Van Pelt takes you to one of the interrogation rooms. Reassures you, says it's just for some privacy. Not that you care, really. It's all whatever at this point.

"Jane mentioned he found yellow tape on the back of your shoulder yesterday. Do you remember anything about that?" Silently thank whatever deity for Van Pelt's soft spoken voice. Doesn't do much, but calms your nerves a little bit. Takes the edge off.

Play with your fingernails on the table. You frown at your hands. Try to remember. "I mean, not really? It might have been one of the EMTs, or maybe the nurse at the hospital. Those are the only people I can remember touching me at all. But that's..."

You trail off. Don't need to say it; Grace's expression tells you what you need to know. You clear your throat, scoot closer to the table to lean on it.

"Look, I know this isn't a super good situation I'm in, but no one's telling me shit about it. I'm assuming I'm like, a target or something? Right?"

Van Pelt frowns. Hit the nail on the head, then. You sigh. Your breathing is shakier than you'd like it to be.

"Why though? I mean, this is just. This is unreal!" You toss your hands out, leans back into the chair. "Just yesterday I was /shot at/ because I happened to recognize a kidnapped dog, and now I'm being target by, like. By what? Another serial killer?"

"We don't have any confirmed murders yet," Grace offers quietly. But that just seals it; you are effectively being targeted by another crazy person.

Cross your arms and run your hand through your hair. Not sure if you feel like screaming or just not breathing. You heart feels like it's thumping away in your throat. Wait, no, you definitely feel like crying.

"You're going to be fine, Skye," agent Van Pelt offers, extending her hand to you, palm on the table. "We'll find who's doing this and we'll keep you safe."

Scoff. "Yeah? What about the other people this creep's been after? What are they even doing?"

Silence. Great. Perfect. It's not murder, but it's something that no one seems to be comfortable saying out loud. Just great. Lean forward, elbows on the table and face in your hands.

You hear the door open, blinds rattling. Agent Van Pelt puts a warm hand on your shoulder before getting up and leaving. Someone else takes her place. Take a deep breath and look up. A mug of steaming tea in placed in front of you.

You don't stop yourself from crying.

"You're wondering why you." It's not a question, but Jane lets you nod before continuing. Gallant. He takes a moment before answering. You stared through the mug. "Most likely to taunt the CBI," he shrugs a shoulder.

You want so badly to be angry at his nonchalance. Just don't have it in you. Take a sip of the tea. It's nearly scalding, but drinkable. Chamomile; figures. What a jerk.

"What..." Deep breath. Compose yourself to try and avoid sobbing. "What exactly has this person been doing?"

Again, thick discomfort. Not so much in Mr Jane's expression as it just hangs in how tense you both are. You expect the answer when he says it.

"Kidnapper and rapist." Choke on a... something. Not quite a sob, not quite a scream. His voice is quiet when he continues. "She keeps them in a remote location. We found one of her escaped victims a few weeks ago. By the time we went to investigate she'd already emptied the place and moved on. The victim had signs of being tortured."

"Oh my god." You repeat yourself. Again. And again. Your hands shake horribly. Tea spills onto your fingers. Breath quickens. You know this is a panic attack; you know your thoughts are spiralling and repeating themselves but.

But the release of it feels like something you need.

You promptly lose consciousness to Jane trying to calm you down.

You're on a beach.

You have no memory of getting there. And you honestly have no idea which beach it is. You don't remember ever seeing something like it. The shore runs for miles on either side of you. Cliffs behind you. A small cabin on the edge, just behind you. Steps carved into the stone of the cliffside.

Your feet dig into the sand as you make your way to the first stone step. The ascension is steep and tedious. You're winded by the time you make it to the top. The view is... Strange. You can see the curvature of the earth, but it's too pronounced.

Take out the phone in your back pocket. Check the time. 11:28AM. Look at the horizon. Back at the time. It's completely illegible.

Alright. You're dreaming. Good to know.

The cabin is entirely made of logs and looks nearly perfectly square. The front door has a small circular window in it. A small lantern with a lit flame hangs up to the right. It casts a strange gleam on the brass doorknob.

Take a deep breath. This is just a dream.

Probably.

Knock three times. No answer. Knock again and call out. No answer. Find the door unlock when you turn the knob. Open the door as you normally would.

Thirteen women stare at you, eyes white and mouths agape. Let go of the doorknob, spin on your heels to run.

A woman stands directly in front of you. A yellow bandana covers most of her face. All you can see are her near-black eyes. She grabs you by the shoulders. Fingers dig into the flesh of your biceps.

You can't scream.

You wake up digging your heels into a mattress and shoving yourself backwards. Straight off a table and into someone's chest. Scream and try to fight arms away, end up landing (painfully) on the floor.

The arms won't leave. Feels like there are too many hands grabbing at your. Too many to fight off and there's just—

Ice cold water in your face. Down your neck, your back, covering your scalp. Gasp for air, sit up, try and wipe the water off your face. Comb through your hair to get it out of your face. Finally take in your surroundings.

"I-I'm sorry I didn't know what else to do." Mr Jane take a knee next to you. Hovers uncertainly, arms out to help without knowing how.

"It's fine, Jesus, I'm sorry, did I hurt you? Oh. Fuck, shit." Reach a hand to his left cheek. Red, already swelling a little. "Oh god I'm so sorry, you need ice on that--"

Motion to get up, but a hand on your shoulder keeps you sitting on the wooden floor. Jane stares at you intently. Alright, then; uncertainty out the window, it seems.

"I'm fine, Skye. Are you okay?" The genuine concern confuses you. Frown, but nod.

"I mean my lungs feel like they're about to fuckin'. Combust. But wait nevermind I dreamt about something doyouhavepaperandapencil?"

The words spill out of your mouth all at once and you trip over yourself at least twice. A paper and pen are provided to you.

Unfocus your eyes, hunch over the paper and start sketching. The cabin, the cliffside, the steps. The sandy shore. And, as best you can, try to draw the woman's eyes. The small knick in her left brow. The crows' feet. The bandana. Scrawl the numbers 1128 somewhere in a corner.

Mr Jane stays quiet the entire time. You can almost feel him frowning at you. Straighten your back when you're done. After a second, add an arrow pointing to the bandana and quickly write 'yellow'.

Mr Jane stands so quickly it nearly makes you jump out of your skin.

"That's what you dreamt of?" Points at the face; what little you could draw of it.

"Yeah, it was. There was a cabin and I walked in and there were so many women? There weren't dead but they kind of. They felt dead? And when I turned around and this is who was there are she grabbed my upper arms—"

You grab a spot high on your bicep and wince. Freeze for a moment, pull your collar down to see. You don't need to see the four other bruises to know they're also there.

There's a neat, thumb-sized bruise just near the inside of your arm.

You stay upstairs with Jane for a while. Gets you a bottle of water rather than tea. You appreciate it; the cold water is much more satisfying. Lets you calm your nerves before going down to see Lisbon with your rough sketch.

It's not spoken but it's understood between the lot of you. On the spot, dreaming of a wanted criminal is strange. Extremely out of the ordinary. But once you start thinking about it as you slowly walk down the stairs to the main office space for the CBI, you can see the logic and reason behind it.

You met the woman yesterday. That much is certain. And she most likely directly mailed the letter to you as well. (Which, unfortunately, didn't seem to have any trace of a print or DNA whatsoever.) Maybe your subconscious mind figured out which EMT or nurse it was. If they had a face mask on you /would/ only remember the eyes. Might have even recognized her as a threat without consciously registering it.

Which would then explain why you dreamt of her.

Still, it's uncanny how you dreamt of the exact amount of women who were taken. Try not to think too hard about that.

Sit down at the far left end of the old leather couch. Nurse your water bottle slowly. Try not to pay too much attention to what agent Lisbon is talking about, or the odd glances you get from agents Rigsby and Cho.

Toe off your shoes and pull your feet up on the couch. Hug your knees. When you moved out to Cali this is not the life you thought you'd signed up for. Sigh and play with the bottle cap.

Mr Jane sits net to you, blue teacup and saucer in hand.

"Did you ever visit that log cabin?" Doesn't look at you when he asks.

Shake your head. "I've only ever been to public beaches." You look at Jane's wrist for the time. Nearly 4PM. How long were you out?

Jane hums. You can almost see where this is going.

"Lisbon!" Puts his cup on his desk. "Call me if you need us." Extends his hand to you.

You pray you won't spend hours on the road again, but take it regardless.

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how about a threesome smut between reader x hook x any female in the locker room? I’m dying to see that Threesome cause we’ve already seen the mmf threesome. Your work is amazing. Love you!💕

Bicurious? - Hook Imagine Part 1

Characters: Hook, Y/N, Skye Blue, Dante Martin

Smut will be in Part 2

Hook's POV

I watched Y/N as she warmed up for her match against Skye Blue and I couldn't help feel a little jealous. Y/N had told me she is bicurious and interested in a threesome with another woman. Since we had the threesome with Darius, she told me if I ever wanted to bring another girl in for the night, she would be down for it. I've seen the way Y/N looks at Skye and although it is nothing like the way she looks at me, I can tell there is an attraction between them.

Unfortunately, Skye and Dante had recently broken up, so I felt like I was betraying him if I invited her to join us. As I am watching them spar, Dante comes over and sits next to me. The four of us had been on many double dates and so I had gotten to know Skye pretty well but Dante is still one of my best friends.

"You know I don't want it to be awkward between you two." I looked over at Dante confused "Who two?" He sighed "You and Skye, I know how close the girls are and I don't want either one of you to feel guilty hanging out with one another and Y/N feel stuck in the middle."

I nodded my head and looked down at my phone fidgeting with my lock screen. "Thanks bro, umm... I actually have something I wanted to talk to you about." Dante nods hesitantly and gestures for me to continue. "So Y/N and I have been thinking about having another threesome." Dante looks at me "Man, I don't know if I could... first Darius, now me?" I try my best to hold in a chuckle. "Sorry, you didn't let me finish. Y/N is bicurious so she wants to be with another girl."

Dante nods before it clicks in his brain and I see him tense up. "Are you suggesting who I think you are suggesting?" I gulp and slowly nod "I would never do anything without your approval though and Y/N knows that. She didn't specifically say she wanted Skye, but I think that is who she trusts the most and who she secretly wants." Dante stands up and I get up as well before he turns back to me. "I need a second to think. I'll come back when I've decided."

Dante came back about 15 minutes later and he sat down in the chair next to me. I didn't move to look at him in case he was upset with me for asking in the first place. "Go for it." I turned to look at him stunned "Are you sure? Like I said this is for Y/N not me. I can always ask Kris or someone else." He shakes his head "I know you feel weird about it, but I trust you as my friend and I respect that you asked me first. If Y/N and Skye agree, then have fun man." We sat and watched the girls for a bit longer before going backstage to get ready for the show.

Y/N's POV

While Skye and I are warming up in the ring, we see Hook sitting in the seats watching and Dante come over to join him. Skye tenses up a bit seeing Dante as they didn't exactly have a smooth break up. "Skye, I can ask them to leave if they are bothering you." She shakes her head and locks up with me again a bit rougher this time. I try to hold in the moan as she pins me against the ropes, but she hears it and smirks as we reset.

With her being my best friend, I tell her almost everything. I have told her I am bicurious and she has been supportive, but I have never told her that she is the woman I am attracted to sexually. "Everything alright there Y/N?" I nod and try to focus on warming up but she walks away from me and my eyes automatically watch her ass.

As she turns around, she smirks seeing my gaze on her like that. "Should we give the boys a show?" I shake my head before looking back at the boys who seem to be in deep conversation. "No, we gotta get prepped. Come on, let's finish practicing." She nods but I can already tell this will be a discussion later.

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After the show, we are packing up when Skye comes over to me smirking. "So are we going to talk about earlier?" I groan as I grab my bag and get ready to leave. "Not right now Skye. I'm embarrassed." She smiles at me and pulls me into a hug which I hesitantly return. "Nothing to be embarrassed about. I've done the same thing with you, but I just haven't been so obvious."

My eyes must have bugged out of my head as I pull away from the hug. "Wait... what?" Skye blushes slightly before ushering us into the hallway to continue our conversation away from the other women. "Yeah, I knew Dante would never go for it and Hook is super protective so I just kept it to myself."

I nodded my head still processing this before I see Hook walking our way. His presence always helps me calm down, so I smiled at him before returning to my conversation with Skye. "That makes me feel a lot better. Thanks Skye! I guess I will see you later." She nods and hugs me again before handing me off to my boyfriend. "Take care of her Hook. I might have been a little rough with her earlier."

I blushed as I waved goodbye to Skye and happily tucked myself under Hook's arm as we walked out to the rental car. "You did amazing out there tonight. Great match means we get great food on the way to the hotel?" I smile and nod "And then some great sex for dessert." He smirks down at me before leaning down and kissing me as my fingers intertwine with his hand that is around my shoulders. "You sure know the key to my heart Y/N." We both laugh as he opens my car door. "And you own the key to mine Ty. Now let's get pancakes already!"

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LOVE - CHAPTER 8

fter getting back together, Janelle finds out thats she’s pregnant. Follow along with Josh and Janelle as they deal with the highs and lows of her pregnancy.

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Janelle woke up with a groan as she felt her baby pressing directly on her bladder. Sitting up in the bed she let out a shocked gasp when Josh let out a snore from his spot on the bed. She hadn’t even heard him come in. Groaning again, she waddled into the bathroom, letting out a sigh of relief as she relieved herself. After washing her hands, she checked her phone for the time. 6:30 am. Sighing, she made her way to the kitchen to make Xavi’s lunch for school.

“You wake up way too early” She said in greeting to her dad, who was sitting at the island with a cup of coffee, reading the news from his IPAD.

“I already packed Xavi’s lunch.” He said when she went to open the fridge. When she turned to him and arched her eyebrow he added. “He said he likes my sandwiches better.” She laughed and grabbed something to drink instead. “My grandbaby got you up?” She nodded as she finished off her juice.

“Yes,” She groaned as the baby moved again and was now pressing even harder on her bladder. “He loves to kick my bladder.”

“Did y’all come up with a name yet? Got less than a week til he gets here.”

“I know.” She said grunting as the baby landed another hard kick. “I’m having a hard time choosing and Josh.” She stopped and shook her head with a chuckle. “He wants to name the baby Jeyson.” Her dad arched an eyebrow.

“What's wrong with that?”

“J-E-Y-S-O-N, Like Jey’s son. His wrestling name.” Her dad threw his head back and laughed.

“I like Jason though, the normal spelling.” She nodded her head in agreement.

“Yeah, but I don’t want Xavi to feel left out, you know? With me, Josh and the baby all having J names.”

“Ask Xavi for a name suggestion then.”

“Already did, and I'm not naming my son Bluey.” Her dad laughed again.

“Yeah, if those the only options, I'm leaning more towards Jeyson.” Her dad said and she rolled her eyes with a smile.

“Me too.” She laughed before standing up and stretching. “I gotta go wake Xavi up for school.” Before she could leave the kitchen, she felt a warm sensation down her legs. She turned to look at her dad, embarrassed because she thought she had peed on herself.

“Did your water just break?” He asked, staring at her wide-eyed. She gasped and stared back at him.

“Oh shit.” Her dad jumped up immediately and started yelling for Josh. Her dad helped her to the car before running as fast as he could up the steps to wake Josh up.

Everything happened so fast, one minute she was standing in her kitchen then the next she was laying in a hospital holding her newly born son.

“He looks just like you.” Josh whispered as watched in awe as his son gripped his fingers.

“What should we name him?” Janelle asked, wiping the tears from her eyes. She couldn’t take her eyes off of her baby. He was literally a perfect mixture of both her and Joshua.

“I’m still rockin’ with Jeyson.” He said, laughing softly when she gave him a side eye. “Or we could name him Bluey. Those are the only choices we have.” Janelle laughed softly, so she wouldn’t wake the baby up.

“I never knew naming a child would be this hard.”

“Knock-knock” They both looked towards the door when it opened and Josh’s mom poked her head through. “I got someone who’s very excited to meet his baby brother.” She said and laughed when Xavier squeezed through the spaced between her and the door to get into the room.

“Is that him?” He asked. “He’s so tiny.” Xavier frowned his face up, making everyone laugh.

“Yeah, he’s just a baby bud.” Janelle told him. “You wanna hold him?” When Xavier nodded, Josh took him over to the sink to wash his hands before helping him sit next to Janelle on the hospital bed. “Ok, just make sure you hold his head ok?” She asked and placed the baby in Xavier’s arms.

“Hi baby. I’m your big brother.” Janelle ‘awed’ as she watched Xavier place a kiss on his little brother's head.

“Jeyson Edward Fatu.”

Janelle shook her head and Josh sighed. “Nope, I don't like it. It flows but no.” Xavier and his mom had just left and she and Josh were still trying to find a name that fit their baby boy. “I’ve always liked the name Malachi.”

“Malachi.” Josh said the name to see how it sounded and he liked it. “Ok I like Malachi. What about a middle name?” When she shrugged he added. “What about your dad’s name?”

“Malachi Nathaniel?” Josh nodded

“Yeah I like it. Xavi has my name as a middle and Malachi can have your dad’s.”

“Okay.” Janelle said, looking down at her baby boy who was bundled up in her arms. “Hello Mr. Malachi Nathaniel Fatu.”

“He’s gonna cry. You know that right?”

Janelle nodded. “Yeah, male sure you have your camera ready.”

About 2 hours later, Janelle’s dad walked into the room carrying a balloon that said ‘it’s a boy.’ a stuffed elephant and a bouquet of sunflowers.

“Look its grandpa’” Nathaniel immediately set the stuff in his hands down and went to wash his hand.

“Oh!” He cooed as he picked Malachi up from the bassinet. “He looks just like you Nelly.

Did y’all pick a name yet?” He asked, then frowned when Josh started recording him.

“Yeah, we did.” Janelle said, bringing his attention back over to her. “Meet Malachi Nathaniel Fatu.”

“Shut the fuck up.” He said, his eyes already welling up with tears. Janelle laughed. “You gave him my name.” He set Malachi back down before giving Janelle a tight hug, his body shaking as he cried into her shoulder. “Thank you.”

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