#12 or 13 I think. it was a flip phone and I had it so I could call my parents after swim practice
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Midnight Muse (Part 23)
Azriel x Reader [Art School AU]
Summary: You and your best friend Feyre have just moved into a new apartment for your sophomore year of college at art school. What you didn't know when you signed the lease is that you'd be living next to three rowdy boys.
Warnings: None
Word Count: 3,470
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“So…” Feyre trails off and your gaze slides to hers in the mirror from where you’re brushing on blush. Your first date with Azriel is tonight and you haven't been able to focus on anything all day. “You and Azriel?”
“Yeah,” you respond softly, trying to fight the smile that’s tugging at your lips. She already knows the news since she’d come back home this morning with Rhys in tow, trying to get you to come out for breakfast with them. When they saw Azriel padding out of your room shirtless, her jaw almost hit the floor. She was sputtering like a child and her boyfriend helped her get her bearings, violet eyes glittering as he grinned at Azriel. You had shrugged at each other as Rhysand guided Feyre back out the door with a cheerful goodbye. “Azriel and I.” Her brown brows are still furrowed and you don’t like that look, swiveling around in the mirror to face her. “Is it that crazy of a concept? I feel like this kind of thing happens all of the time.”
“In movies,” Cassian pipes up, exclaiming. He’s sitting on your bed next to your best friend, having invited himself over an hour ago.
You eye him. “What are you doing here again, Cass? Shouldn’t you be hyping Az up or something?”
“Nah, he has Rhys for that,” he winks over at Feyre who only raises her eyebrows in response. “I’m here because I’m seeing you off tonight.”
“You’re not my dad,” you scoff, fishing in your makeup bag for your mascara.
“But I’d let you call me that anytime, (Y/N),” he jokes and you shake your head fondly at him.
“I’m sure Azriel is going to love to hear that you’ve been flirting again.”
Cassian hugs one of your pillows to his chest, flipping through a book that you left on the table beside your bed. You wonder if he’ll find the page Azriel bookmarked for you when he’d been flipping through it, saying he’d slipped in a cheeky note for you to find along with the naughty passage. “He knows what I’m about. And if he feels threatened, that’s on him. I can just remind him of all of the times he used to—” The ringing of his phone cuts off his sentence and he slides it from his pocket, checking the caller before answering, murmuring a quiet hello down the line.
He frowns and you cock your head, watching intently. It’s not a face you think you’ve ever seen Cassian do seriously, and the way that his body tenses, you wonder who could be on the other line.
“Yeah, I’m on my way,” he says finally, hanging up the phone and springing up from your bed. He tosses the pillow back to the head of the bed and strides towards the door, a concerning pull to his eyebrows that has Feyre calling out to him as he makes for the door.
“Everything okay, Cassian?”
“I, uh—yeah, everything’s fine. I have to go,” he says but his mind is already in another place. “See you later.”
You and Feyre share a look in the mirror.
“So much for seeing me off.”
She grins at you, sliding off of your bed to join you in front of the mirror. “Don’t worry, I’ll be here to do that.”
“Thanks,” you laugh, capping the mascara and putting it away. Leaning back a little, you admire your makeup in the mirror. “So, how are you and Rhys doing?”
You feel like you haven’t spent much time with Feyre lately, with her busy with her boyfriend and you busy with yours. Your boyfriend, the words have you giddy. You and Azriel are officially a couple now and everything feels right. There are no more late nights spent trying to get him to shut his music off or glaring at him when his eyes wander your way. Now, your nights are spent talking and kissing and touching. Lots and lots of touching.
Your heart stutters happily in your chest.
Feyre sighs dreamily. “He’s so great. I’m really glad we decided to move here this year, (Y/N).”
“Me too,” you grin stupidly at her and the both of you break out in giggles. “Fey, will you help me pick out some jewelry?”
Azriel told you to dress casually, something with jeans because somehow he convinced you to get back on that death-trap he holds so dear to his heart. It’s a sunny afternoon out, no clouds in sight, and it eases you slightly that you won’t have to ride it in the rain again, no matter how much you enjoyed being pressed up against him.
Now that you’re Azriel’s girlfriend, you’re free to press up against him whenever you want.
Naked, too.
“Here,” she says, hooking a necklace around your neck. She clasps it for you and you can’t help but stare at the blue gem that sits at the base of your neck, glittering in the light. It looks good, you think.
“Is it weird to be nervous?” you ask, playing with the pendent. “We’ve already had sex but I’m still feel all jittery.”
“Being nervous is completely normal,” Feyre answers, patting you on the shoulder. “You have to promise to tell me all about it when you get home.”
“I will,” you shoo her playfully, “I promise.”
You and Feyre chat lightly as you wait and it helps ease your nerves a little. She tells you about how excited she is about Halloween and asks if you think the both of you could convince the three boys next door to do a group costume with you. Cassian’s already been bragging about the insane pre-game party he throws every year before a night out at the bars, and you know you can easily get him on board.
A knock at the door sends your nerves skyrocketing again. You smooth down your shirt as Feyre rounds the corner to open the door, crossing her arms over her chest like a stern mother meeting her daughter's boyfriend for the first time.
She squeals when the door swings open to Rhysand on the other side. He laughs, sweeping her into his arms and guiding her backwards in his hug.
Your breath leaves your body at the sight of Azriel. He looks effortlessly handsome, his hair fingered through with a little gel even though he knows it’s going to be messed up from his helmet. His golden eyes gleam, crinkling at the corners with a smile when he catches your gaze.
He’s dressed in a simple black t-shirt but wears his leather jacket over it, the same one he had wrapped around your shoulders that night you spent in the rain. It’s pulled tight across his shoulders but he doesn’t seem to mind because the worn leather is comfortable.
Of course, he has his dark jeans on, and you catch his riding gloves peeking out of his pocket.
You move to him like a moth to a flame, eagerly accepting the kiss he bends down to give you.
“You look amazing,” he breathes against your lips, never able to part from you. Never wanting to part from you.
“Thank you, you look very handsome,” you compliment, holding him close by the flaps of his jacket.
“Ready to go?” he asks, and you nod eagerly, turning to say goodbye to Feyre and Rhys, who has his arms wrapped around her as they watch the two of you, grinning like fools.
“Where’s Cassian?” Rhysand asks, looking around the room. “I figured he’d be all up in Azriel’s business right now, playing the part.”
Feyre shrugs, answering. “We don’t know. He got a phone call and left right after.” Azriel and Rhys share a look that you can’t make out before Feyre’s continuing, sternly, “Don’t keep her out too late.” She points a finger at Azriel. He looks like he’s trying his best to stop himself from rolling his eyes and you stifle your laugh in the crook of your arm.
“Yes, ma’am,” he salutes, “See ya, Rhysie. Don’t have sex too loud tonight. Or on the couch.”
Rhysand only smirks in response. “Why? Is it your turn?”
Feyre smacks his chest and you drag Azriel out of the apartment before she can go at her boyfriend for that joke. You’ve all heard worse before from Cassian, so the quip rolls off of your shoulders easily…aaaand now you’re thinking about fucking Azriel on the couch.
“If we fuck on any couch, it’s going to be yours,” you comment as you step onto the elevator with him. Their couch is both bigger and comfier. You wouldn’t let Azriel suffer on your cheap, navy couch that you and Feyre got for a bargain.
“Fantasizing about fucking me on my couch, princess?” Azriel hums, his breath hot against the shell of your ear. The elevator feels almost stifling with the heat between you two, his eyes glittering with interest. “We can definitely make that fantasy come true. Do you have any others I should know about?”
“No,” you answer all too quickly, and you try not to think too hard about the intrigue that flares in his gold eyes. “How about you?” you aim the question back at Azriel as the elevator comes to a stop on the first floor, doors creaking open slowly.
You can feel his gaze on your face as he studies you, and he doesn’t answer until you’ve left the building, Azriel holding the door open for you. “No,” he answers, but you know it’s a lie.
It sparks interest in you, and when you cut him a glance from the corner of your eye, he’s smirking.
Two can play at this game, apparently.
Azriel shrugs out of his jacket and you’re taken back to the night when he’d given you a ride home in the storm as he helps you into it, admiring you in the loved leather before he tugs you closer. The smell of him is intoxicating to your senses and you don’t even care that the soon to be setting sun is warmer than usual because being encompassed in his jacket makes your heart flutter.
You’re pressed all up against his front and Azriel can’t help himself but to grin along with you, dipping his head down for one more kiss. He chuckles as your lips chase his, pressing up into him on your tiptoes to follow. Azriel plucks one of the helmets strapped to the back of his motorcycle and helps you into it with the promises of more kisses to follow throughout the night.
You have to squeeze your thighs together when he shoves his own helmet over that dark hair of his. He looks hot as fuck standing there with his tattoos on display, peeking out from under the sleeves of his shirt and creeping up his neck. Said t-shirt clings tightly to his chest as if he’s worn it because he knows what it does to you, and you follow the lines down his long body to his tight waist.
“Earth to princess,” Azriel calls, rapping on your helmet with his knuckles. You startle from your ogling, glaring up at him. The crinkles around his eyes and the shaking of his shoulders are clear signs of his amusement, and you can’t resist that blush that stains your cheeks. “Are you ready to go?”
“Yeah,” you answer, but it’s a bit muffled from the helmet. Azriel helps you on his bike and when you’re settled behind him, he takes your hands and pulls them tight around his waist.
“Hold on tight,” Azriel reminds you and your heart picks up its pace at both the proximity of your boyfriend and the fact that you’ve somehow allowed him to talk you into getting on the damned thing again. You tighten your thighs around his waist, wiggling even closer to him to make sure you’ve got a firm hold, and he groans like a man shot. “You keep grinding up against me like that, princess, and we’re going to go right back upstairs to that couch.”
That doesn’t sound so bad, you think. You don’t have to endure a nerve-wracking ride on the motorcycle where all you’ll be able to think about is how much your body might slide if you fall and you’d get to see Azriel’s pretty dick.
As if sensing the direction of your thoughts, Azriel takes off without another warning. You squeak softly, squeezing your eyes shut tight as he pulls away from the building.
You’re pretty sure he can feel the pounding of your heart against his back because at the first stop sign his hands come down to trace the length of your thighs, reassuring you with his touch. It helps settle you some, enough to peek your eyes open and watch the houses pass you by.
At some point in the ride, you actually find yourself enjoying it, muscles relaxing but your body still pressed in tightly to Azriel. You’re enjoying the feeling of the wind on your skin, pulling at your clothes and the feeling of Azriel’s warmth seeping through your front. You can understand how he feels so at ease like this, like a bat swooping through the night sky.
You arrive a few towns over where Azriel parks against a curb. It’s an artsy looking town, murals covering the sides of brick buildings, colorful storefronts calling to you left and right. The streets are bright from the streetlights and filled with laughter and a positive aura that stirs excitement in you, even more so when Azriel takes your hand.
“You okay?” He asks, a touch of concern flushing through those golden eyes. “The ride wasn’t too rough, was it?”
You shake your head, smirking up at him. “I’ve had rougher.”
He snorts, tugging you into him for a hug because your body pressed all hot up against his wasn’t enough. Azriel walks you down a block and down a pair of stairs. The walls are filled with graffiti and you look around in wonder while Azriel checks in with the young looking boy behind the counter.
He finds you, head tilted and eyebrows furrowed as you try and discern the oddly shaped letters painted on the wall before you. You have no idea what the word is supposed to say, it’s bright red coloring stark against the deep teal wall it’s painted on.
“Here you go.” Azriel hands you coveralls and you scrunch your face in confusion. He has his own pair, a deep navy, and in his free hand he holds two respirators.
“What’s all this for?” you ask, examining the beige jumpsuit he’s handed you. It’s clean and fresh, so you won’t complain.
“We’re spray painting,” Azriel answers almost sheepishly. At his tentative tone you look up, and you nearly grin. His cheeks are filled with warmth and you think this is the closest you’ve ever seen him to bashful.
“We are?” you ask, eager all of a sudden. You know it’s something Azriel said that he, Rhysand, and Cassian have fooled around with, and you’ve always enjoyed seeing the many tags and artwork created on buildings and trains. You even researched Bansky for one of your high school papers, finding his reasoning behind his works vastly intriguing, but you’ve never tried the medium yourself. “This is going to be fun!”
Azriel’s shoulders droop in relief. He hadn’t been one hundred percent confident in this choice for a date, but he thought dinner at a restaurant wouldn’t be enough to impress you and that going to see a movie was much too cliche.
He smiles softly, reveling in the excitement in your eyes. “I think so too.”
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“Where do you get your inspiration from?” you ask Azriel, voice sounding muffled through the mask as you watch him paint a long, black line down the wall. The fan’s in the room are loud so you have to shout. You’d seemed nervous when you stepped into the room, cans of spray paint littered around the floor, the walls filled with intimidating artwork that you hardly had the heart to paint over, but now you’re most definitely enjoying yourself.
Azriel had been a reassurance from the get-go, explaining that everyone who booked time here comes in knowing that whatever they paint is going to be gone when the next guests arrive, so there’s no pressure to put on yourself, only to have fun.
And it is fun, getting a feeling for the can in your hand, how hard to press, how far to hold the can from the wall. Azriel showed you some techniques, guiding your hands in different motions to create perfect circles, to get the paint drips you were eyeing from someone else’s work. The only complaint you have about this date is that the masks make it difficult to kiss Azriel, who you’ve wanted to jump since he’d pressed his body flush against yours when showing you how to paint funky letters, his other hand a solid weight on your hip.
You’ve been in awe of him all night, sneaking looks over your shoulder at what he was painting; a skeleton stallion with a skeleton riding it, sword raised as if leading an army of the dead into war. He’s skilled in many mediums and your heart aches as you wonder how it’s possible that he hasn’t been able to receive an apprenticeship yet.
Something stings in your chest. The way that Azriel draws, paints, tattoos…there’s a confidence there that you’re envious of. Every spray he makes seems so sure, so well laid it’s like he can see the end result as he’s working. You yearn to feel like that.
“What do you mean?” he asks, eyes flicking to yours for a moment before returning to his work, letting you know that you have his full attention. You’re in the midst of painting the skeleton horse's eyes a bright neon green, whispers of black shadows swimming from its nostrils.
You sigh, abandoning your can of paint and wiping the remnants of the pigment on your coveralls. “All this time I’ve known that I want to be in art, that I want to do something with it, but everytime I make something, it never feels good enough. Like I’m not as proud of it as I should be. I don’t have a style like you or Feyre do, and, if I do, I haven’t noticed it yet.”
Azriel fully stops what he’s doing and turns to you. His hand comes up to caress your jaw, tilt your head up to look at him. His eyes are soft with concern and there’s a wrinkle between his brow that makes you want to reach up and smooth it out, suddenly embarrassed that you’ve brought this up during your perfectly good date.
“Is that how you feel?” he asks, and you shrug shyly. Maybe you shouldn’t have said anything at all, but it’s been something that eats at you, day by day. “It sounds like you’re missing a muse, princess.”
You frown. “A what?”
“A muse,” Azriel repeats simply. “Something that inspires you.”
Something that inspires you. You toss the words around in your head, thinking. Surely, you find things inspiring. You wrack your brain trying to come up with something, something that keeps you captivated, gives you the urge to put your pencils to your paper and create something beautiful…but there’s nothing.
“So, you’re saying you inspire yourself?” you tease, thinking back to his exhibition. You tease, because if you don’t laugh, you might cry. You can see the glint of amusement in his eyes, and you continue your soft jab. “How very narcissistic of you, Az.”
Azriel rolls his eyes and before you can joke further, he’s lifting his can of spray paint and marking you with a big heart across the entire front of your coveralls. Your mouth drops open in shock but his smirk makes the feeling roll right between your thighs.
“I believe that muses have the ability to change,” he answers your earlier question. He’s staring down at you intently, and maybe he’s waiting for you to pick up a can and retaliate. Or maybe he’s thinking exactly what you’re thinking: trying to find someplace to tear each other's clothes off.
“Oh, yeah?” you ask defiantly. You want to cross your arms over your chest but you don’t want to ruin his work. It feels like you’ve been branded by him, claimed by his artistic talent, and something flares within you at the very idea. “What’s your muse now?”
Azriel doesn’t answer but he doesn’t need to. The way he seems to be devouring you with his eyes tells you all you need to know about who his current muse is.
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Royal Pain Part 13
Hello! I got the next part done in time to post today
Steve gets an unpleasant surprise and Eddie grovels.
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Steve tried not let the disappointment settle in his gut. He had set himself up and he shouldn’t have been surprised that Eddie didn’t feel the same. They had only been hanging out for a couple weeks after all. He shouldn’t have expecting Eddie to fall head over heels in love with Steve in that time.
He should have taken the olive branch of friendship when he had the chance. But now he’s ruined a good thing before it could even get started. What was he to expect when he kept shoving his hand in the fire but get burned.
He had been helping Chrissy get a better feel at knowing the depth of the ink when he heard a commotion in front.
“My girlfriend wants to get a tattoo on her breast,” the man said.
“Yes, sir,” Robin said. “I heard you the first three times you’ve said. But as I’ve explained the only female tattooist is Chrissy and she’s only an apprentice.”
“Don’t give me that bullshit!” the man bellowed. “I know the owner! Stevie is a woman! And you’ll bring her out here right now!” He pulled out his phone and waved it in her face. “I call her! Don’t think I won’t, bitch!”
“Sir, I have explained,” Robin pleaded, “Stevie isn’t a–”
Steve stepped out to the front and held up a hand. “It’s okay, Robs. He’s right about one thing. He does know the owner. Dad.”
The shop became deathly silent. You couldn’t even hear the ragged breaths that Steve was experiencing as he struggled to get his emotions under control. Behind him ringed Chrissy, Erica, and Argyle, all wearing expressions of shock as they had come out of their rooms to see what the fuss was about.
“Steven,” Mr Harrington sneered. “What are you doing here?”
Steve walked up to the counter behind Robin. “I could ask you the same thing, seeing as this is my shop. I’m Stevie.”
“No grown man calls himself Stevie,” Mr Harrington scoffed.
“Clint baby, who is this?” the woman asked, tugging on his arm.
“Oh god, she looks Erica’s age,” Steve breathed.
“Girl...” Erica agreed.
“Don’t worry about it, Kinsey,” Clint said patting her hand gently. “I want to speak to the owner this instant. Kinsey wants a rose on her right breast, I don’t want some creep leering at her.”
Steve burst out laughing. “You know, if you had a dozen things differently even being who you are, I might have let Chrissy take a crack at it. Roses in her style would look amazing. But you came in here, threw your weight around, shouted at my best friend and insulted me to my face. So no one is doing her tattoo. And I’ll make sure you are black listed at every parlor I know, too.” He wouldn’t have really let Chrissy tattoo her. Not while she was still an apprentice, but this idiot didn’t know that.
Clint turned nearly purple with rage. “Don’t you know who I am?”
“You’re a piece of trash,” Steve said crossing his arms over his chest. “Does Mom know you’re here with your latest side piece?”
The color change was a dramatic as it was instantaneous. He went from purple to white as he realized he couldn’t bully Steve around anymore.
“If she’s even legal,” Chrissy said with a raised eyebrow.
Kinsey blushed and Clint whipped around to face her. “You told me you were eighteen!”
She flipped her hair. “And you told me you were single. Who’s the biggest liar?”
Steve turned pale now. “Call the police. I want them removed from my property. Now.”
Robin picked up the phone and immediately Clint turned to the doorway, but it was blocked.
Eddie leaned against the one side, his long legs stretched out to block the entire door. “Where would you be going?”
“He wants us removed from the property,” Clint glowered. “So I’m leaving!”
“You’re leaving?” Eddie asked examining his nails. “Not we’re leaving?”
Kinsey turned on him and screeched. “Yeah, what the hell is up with that?”
Clint growled. “I’m not going to be seen with you, slut. You tricked me!”
“You told me you were single!” she screamed.
Steve snorted. “As if he would leave my mother. She’s the one with all the money. And...” he waved at Clint, “apparently all the sense.”
Kinsey balled her fists and stomped her foot. “You said you were a business man!”
Steve actually laughed at that one. “In the business Maureen Reynolds inherited from her father before she met this asshole.”
“You’re wife is Maureen Reynolds?” Kinsey asked, shocked. “Why the fuck would you cheat on a woman like that?”
“It truly is the mystery of the ages,” Robin agreed. “The cops should be here any minute now.”
Clint rounded on her and would have stormed up to the desk if Argyle hadn’t stepped between them.
“My dude,” he said putting his hand on Clint’s chest, “you need to learn to chill. All this rage isn’t good for your health, my man.”
Eddie moved to the side and out of view as the cops came in.
Within minutes of Steve explaining the situation, Kinsey and Clint were in handcuffs and being hauled away from the parlor with a lovely little thumb drive that held the security data in the hands of one of the officers.
Steve turned to Eddie. “Thanks. I really appreciate you stalling them until the cops got here.”
Eddie blushed, shoving his hair in front of his face before he shrieked and dashed out of the shop.
“What was that about?” Erica asked.
But before anyone could answer Eddie was back with his arms filled with apology gifts.
The first thing he handed to Steve was a bouquet of flowers. “Blue snapdragons for truth and because they’re cool, daffodils for honesty, white tulips for forgiveness and respect, and purple hyacinths for regret.”
Steve took the flowers with a blush. “Eddie...”
“No, sweetheart,” Eddie murmured. “I was a jackass, let me apologize in the biggest, grandest way I know how.”
Steve just nodded, handing the flowers to Robin so she could get vase for them.
Eddie then handed him a cup of coffee and still warm bagels. “I didn’t even realize how much an ass I was, that’s how big I fucked up, Stevie. Jeff had beat me over the head.” Then he pulled off the pick necklace he had worn for years and put it over Steve’s head.
“I forgot that we had just started being friends,” he explained. “I felt like I had known you for years and made a joke that would have gotten my friends laughing their asses off. But in hindsight it was stupid not just in context of what we were talking about, but the evening as a whole. I really like you, please tell me I didn’t drive you away.”
Chrissy gently removed the coffee and bag of bagels from Steve’s hands. Steve’s lip quivered as he hesitated a moment before he launched himself into Eddie’s arms.
“Oh thank god,” Eddie breathed as he wrapped his arms around this beautiful man.
Steve pulled away. Gratitude shown in his face. Maybe he had read too much into the situation, but it didn’t mean that they couldn’t get there eventually. He had to go Eddie’s speed. It was hard for him to let go of the reins but if Eddie was willing to still be friends, then he would do everything he could to keep him.
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Steve was happily munching on his bagels, which actually wasn’t something that Robin had told him. It was something Eddie had remembered that he would bring to first period every Thursday in high school. While Steve ate his apology bagel Eddie recounted all the ways he had been an ass last night and soon enough the entire shop was in an uproar of laughter.
Chrissy simpered. “Well, I am hot.”
“Don’t go for blondes,” Steve said with a snort, waving her off.
She laughed. “Yeah and what you usually go for?”
Steve glanced over at Eddie and blushed. Chrissy mouthed the word ‘Oh.’ But she didn’t say anything.
He cleared his throat. “I bat for either team, but it tends to be curly brunets.” He steadfastly didn’t look at Eddie.
Robin giggled. “You should have seen his first girlfriend. Long wavy hair that when she cut it to her just below her chin made it super curly. Soulful blue eyes. Cheek bones you could cut your hand on...”
Steve snorted. “I still think you had the bigger crush on her then I did and I dated her.”
Robin blushed. “Maybe.”
Eddie started snapping his fingers. “Nancy, right? Mike’s older sister?”
Steve nodded. “Hair color is the only major hard rule as far who I date goes.” He cocked his head to the side thoughtfully. “And nice hands.”
Eddie’s eyes nearly burst out of his head. “You have a thing for hands, pretty boy?”
Steve smirked. “Especially like watching them touch me in bed.” He wagged his eyebrows.
Chrissy, Argyle, Robin, and Erica all hooted and hollered while Eddie turned a delightful shade of pink.
Oh. Well that was certainly interesting, Steve thought. Maybe he didn’t have to work as hard as he thought. He just had to tap the breaks a bit. He could work with that.
“Come on, you menace,” Steve said fondly, throwing away his detritus from his impromptu breakfast. “Let’s start work on that sword of yours, shall we?”
Eddie bounced to his feet happily. “I can’t wait, sweetheart!”
Steve led him into his room. “Do you mind if Chrissy and Argyle watch?”
Eddie shook his head. “Everybody’s got to start somewhere.”
Steve nodded and went to go call them in. He walked them through each step of the process of setting up the tattoo machine and choosing an ink. As he tattooed Eddie’s back he talked about blow outs and blooming. What they are and how to fix them when they happen.
He explained that when they first start out that it was something that was going to happen. But that’s why he was training them on the fruit so they could when it occurred and why.
They asked questions and Steve provided answers. Three hours later, he was done and went through the clean up and after care processes with them.
He had them take apart the gun, clean it out, dry it, and put it back together. Even Eddie was fascinated by the process. Then Steve walked him out, Chrissy and Argyle following like ducklings.
“You guys should totally all come see the band on Saturday,” Eddie said. “Mandy and the boys missed Stevie and Robin and I’m sure they would love to meet the two of you,” he told Argyle and Chrissy.
“What kind of band do you have?” Chrissy asked.
“Same one I had in high school, sunshine,” Eddie said with a slow lick of his upper teeth.
“Corroded Coffin made it?” she asked excitedly, jumping up and down. “That’s so cool!”
Steve saw Argyle’s confused expression and explained, “It’s a metal band. They’re really good.”
Eddie flushed with pleasure.
Argyle nodded. “Not my scene, man. But don’t think you have to lose out on my account though.”
Eddie nodded, he turned to Chrissy. “So how about it, you in?”
Chrissy blushed. “I don’t have anything to wear...”
Robin hopped up and down. “Me either! But we can go shopping together! It’d be fun!”
“Do you know what to look for?” Chrissy asked.
Robin flushed in embarrassment. “Not really.”
Eddie came to the rescue. “Here, let me give you Mandy’s number and you girls can all go shopping together.
“Who’s Mandy?” Chrissy asked, frowning.
“One of my bandmate’s girlfriend,” Eddie explained. “She helped Robin out a couple weeks back when she showed up to a metal concert in punk gear.”
Argyle tilted his head. “Is that not a good thing?”
Eddie scoffed. “Punk and metal have a long standing rivalry. Both counter-culture, but with very different views on what that means.”
Argyle nodded sagely. “I feel that.”
Chrissy nodded. “Sure, sounds like fun. Robin and I will exchange our numbers too so we can get a group chat started.”
Robin blushed and fumbled to get her phone out. They gave each other their numbers and Eddie sent a warning text to Mandy about the sudden influx of messages she was going to get.
“So it’s a plan,” Eddie said smiling at them. “I’ll see you on Thursday and then Saturday. I’m so excited!”
Steve grinned. “Me, too.”
He barely managed to restrain his little dance of glee when Eddie blushed. Things were starting to look up.
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Oh so horrible
pairing: Chibs Telford x plus-size reader
words: 4437
warnings: there is 18+ content throughout (minors DNI), mentions of death and the loss of a parent, angst
a/n: this chapter follows along to the plot of episodes 12 and 13 of season 6, so be warned for a lot of sadness and angst.
Summary: something is going on but nobody tells you anything. Juice comes to Diosa high off his titts, almost overdosing. Chibs gets tense when you mention Tara and all of a sudden he calls you over to the ice cream shop and they tell you that Jax is about to be arrested...
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Bobby was shot in the shoulder during a job. Chibs couldn’t tell you more but you were taking care of the books alone again as he was getting better. He was up at the cabin, Tara was taking care of him. You offered to help, too, but he told you that he was in good hands and you were more of use at Diosa and CaraCara. You knew that he purposefully did not want you at the cabin so you stayed put.
You tried not to be hurt by it, but you were confused by your feelings. You wished that he trusted you more with the hard stuff, but also realized that he wanted to protect you from it. He had made that abundantly clear.
You were in the office at Diosa when Juice showed up. You didn’t think much of it and kept on working. A little later, Nero asked you to have the office for a little chat with Gemma and you agreed, deciding that you needed a break anyways and walked over to the bar to talk to Lyla.
All of a sudden, one of the new girls, Cynthia, came out running from the rooms in the back.
“Help, please! There’s something wrong with Juice”, she shouted. Nero and Gemma came out of the office and were running towards the rooms, following Cynthia. Lyla and you followed right behind them.
“What happened?”, Nero asked. “I was rubbing him down, asked him to flip over. Next thing I know, he’s on the floor”, Cynthia told him, panicking.
“Jesus, Juice”, Gemma said and got on her knees next to his body. He was laying on the floor, naked, face down. Nero and Gemma tried to wake him up. He was unoriented, almost unable to speak.
“His eyes are pinned”, Nero said after opening one of Juice’s eyes forcefully with his fingers. “What did he take?”, Nero asked Cynthia. “Nothing with me”, she said. “He was pretty high when he came in”, Lyla told them. “Alright, check the trash”, Gemma ordered. Cynthia checked in the room, Lyla went into the bathroom. You still stood in the door of the room, not knowing what to do.
Lyla came out just a few seconds later. “Shit, Oxy”, she said and held up empty packages. “Idiot. How many?”, Gemma asked. “If they were full, six”, Lyla said and handed the packages over to Nero, who had his hand stretched out towards her. “80s, that’s bad”, Nero said and handed the packages back to Lyla.
He and Gemma tried to get Juice fully conscious again. “Should I call 911?”, you asked to help too. “No”, Gemma and Nero said at the same time. They exchanged a look and then sighed.
“Give me the can”, Gemma ordered Cynthia and she handed her the trash can. “If you bite me, I’ll rip your tongue out”, Gemma said to Juice before she pushed her fingers down his throat. You looked away as Juice started to vomit.
You needed to leave the room, you weren’t good with someone else puking. They seemed like they were handling the situation just fine. You rushed over to the office and grabbed your phone. You called Chibs on his recent burner phone. It rang for ages but he didn’t pick up.
You ran your hands through your hair and tried it again right away, but he still didn’t pick up. You threw your phone on the couch, exhaling loudly. That shit with Juice looked bad and it had you a little freaked out. You thought about going back in there but there wasn’t much you could do and Gemma and Nero seemed to have the situation somewhat under control.
You tried to get back to work but it was hard to concentrate. Through the window of the office, you could see that Gemma and Nero sat down at the bar and talked. They looked concerned but it didn’t seem like Juice was fighting for his life in there. Lyla must have stayed with him.
You had finally gotten somewhat of a concentration going when Gemma came into the office. “Hey, Tara needs me up at the cabin and Nero’s busy with Juice. Could you drive to my house and help Wayne with the boys?”, she asked you. “Yeah, sure”, you agreed, happy to get out of here. You wouldn’t have gotten any work done anyways.
She gave you her address as you had never been to her place before. When she handed you that piece of paper, she didn’t let go of the other end. “Did you tell anyone about Juice yet?”, she asked and her tone indicated that the only acceptable answer was No. You shook your head. “Let’s keep it that way. Let me talk to Jax about him, okay? It’s not your place”, she told you. Instead of an answer, you just nodded your head. Her eyes bore into yours for a moment longer before she finally let go of the piece of paper and walked out of the office.
You grabbed your purse and phone. Chibs hadn’t called you back yet so at least there wasn’t any need to lie to him. Just when you left the office, Lyla came back out of the room. “How’ Juice?”, you asked her. “I can’t really say, but so far, he seems okay, considering the circumstances. Nero’s with him now”, she told you. “Gemma asked me to help Wayne with the boys, so I’m out for today”, you explained why you’re leaving. “Are you okay?”, you asked her, motioning at the crowd of customers that was getting bigger. “We’re good here”, she waved off your concern.
At the house, Wayne was a little surprised to see you there but he was thankful for the company and the help. Taking care of two little kids all on his own was harder than he had thought.
You were in the middle of playing with Abel and some toy blocks at the dining room table when Tara showed up. As she wanted to take the kids for dinner, the conversation between her and Wayne seemed tense. You didn’t know what was going on so you stayed in the background, cleaning up at the table and packing up the toys.
When Tara had left with the boys, you asked Wayne if he was okay. “We’ll see”, he answered. “You better go home now”, he added. Irritated at the whole situation, you got your purse from the kitchen counter and walked out to your car to drive home.
For the rest of the day, you didn’t hear anything from Chibs until he suddenly knocked on your door.
“Hey”, you said as you let him inside. “How’s Bobby?”, you asked and closed the door behind him. “He’s on his way of getting better”, he sighed and took off his kutte. “Tara did a good job”, he added and was on his way over to your couch. “I’m glad to hear that”, you commented and followed him.
“She didn’t say anything when she picked up the boys earlier”, you told him and he suddenly froze in his steps. “She picked up the boys?”, he turned around and looked at you with a serious look on his face. “When? Where?”, he asked you and gripped your upper arms with a tight grip.
“A few hours ago, from Gemma’s”, you told him irritated. “Chibs, you’re hurting me”, you said and tried to shake off his hands. He suddenly let go and put his kutte back on, strutting towards the door. “What’s going on?”, you called after him, but he just left your apartment without saying another word.
After Chibs had rushed out of your apartment, you had tried to call him several times, but he didn’t pick up. You had no choice but to go to bed although you didn’t get much sleep.
The next day, you tried your best to take it as any other day. In the morning, you drove to the docks and did some work for CaraCara at the office in the warehouse. Things were looking up for the production and quite some new contracts had to be set up and salaries to be managed.
In the afternoon, you checked on Diosa. Juice wasn’t there anymore and neither was Nero. The only thing Lyla could tell you was that Juice had looked way better when he had left this morning and was probably back with the Sons.
Back in the office, you picked up your phone to call Chibs but your finger hovered over the button. You were kind of mad at him for just walking out on you like that last night, no word of explanation. You put your phone back into your purse and continued to work on the contracts you weren’t able to finish yesterday.
It was past 8 pm when Chibs finally called you. He just asked you to come to the ice cream shop. He didn’t tell you what was going on, just that he needed you to come over. You were a bit reluctant at first, but he sounded very serious and you did not have the heart to just ignore his request.
When you arrived at the shop, you found the Sons and Chucky as well as Abel and Thomas there. After a quick look around, you noticed that two were missing. Jax and Juice.
“Hi, guys”, you said carefully as you entered. Some heads turned towards you, some managing some sort of a half-smile. The mood in the shop was grim.
You walked over to Chibs, who was holding Thomas while sitting at the counter, and kissed him on the forehead. His face was a portrayal of sadness. When you looked at Thomas, you found him sleeping in Chibs’ arms. You carefully caressed his little head.
“Should I take him from you?”, you asked Chibs with a low voice. “No, I just wanna hold the little lad a little longer”, he answered and kept staring ahead.
“You wanna tell me what’s going on?”, you asked the Scotsman and gently pushed a strand of his hair out of his face. “Not now, love”, he mentioned. “Okay”, you nodded and kissed his temple.
You moved on to Bobby, who was sitting in a chair at the table next to Chibs. “Hey, old man”, you lightly squeezed his shoulder as you walked past him. “Hey, doll”, he attempted to look over his shoulder but it was still in a sling.
Tig was sitting in a booth with his white bulldog that he and the guys had rescued from a dog fighting ring. You were greeting him with a kiss on the cheek and sat down at the table next to Bobby.
After a few moments of silence, Bobby told you that Jax was about to get arrested and do time as part of a deal. He’s at home right now saying goodbye to Tara. She would come by later to collect the boys after Jax had gotten taken away.
It was the first time you were about hearing all this. You looked over to Chibs who was looking at you over the head of sleeping Thomas. With a little nod he confirmed what Bobby had just told you.
You looked over at Abel playing with Happy, Rat and Chucky who were trying their best to keep him distracted.
You got up and walked over to Chibs. He looked up at you and you could see the sadness shimmering in his eyes in the form of tears. You cupped his face and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, lingering for just a moment. Through this, you wanted to tell him that you were there for him, that you would be by his side. When you pulled back, you wiped away a tear that had made its way onto his cheek.
Then you bent over and softly kissed Thomas’ head and stroked his hair. He was still sound asleep in Chibs’ arms. You knew how it felt to be held by these strong arms and how safe it made you feel every time.
You walked over to Abel and caressed his hair, too. “Hey big guy”, you said and sat down on the empty stool next to him. “What are we playing?”, you asked him. You gave Rat a nod that you would take over now and he could take a break.
When you played with Abel, he managed to take your mind off things and lighten your mood a bit.
After a little while, Abel was asleep in a booth and Happy was sitting with him, Abel's head resting in Happy’s lap. These two had a special bond.
A few minutes ago, Thomas had woken up because he was hungry. You had warmed up a bottle behind the counter and had fed him, sitting in the booth behind Abel’s. Thomas was falling asleep again in your arms, Chibs was sitting next to you, watching Thomas’ eyes getting heavy, having his arm around your shoulder.
Ever since Chibs had come out of his little trance, he made sure not to have too much space between the two of you. He wanted you close and you needed him too. After hearing what was going to happen to Jax and witnessing how much it affected the people around him, it broke your heart as you had gotten close to the club yourself.
It was already very late. Everybody was wondering why Tara hadn't come to pick up the boys yet.
When Bobby called Tara’s phone, he was startled when someone else picked up. You couldn't hear who was on the other end of the call but as you watched Bobby’s face, your heart sank. Unintentionally, you pressed Thomas closer to your chest. You felt Chibs tensing up next to you as he was listening and watching Bobby as well.
Bobby looked over at Chibs while he listened to the person on the other end then his eyes wandered to Thomas and you saw tears forming in his eyes. Your heart started racing.
"Okay, thank you", Bobby said and his voice sounded weak. He nodded at Chibs to come with him. Chibs pressed a quick kiss to your temple and got up from the booth. He followed Bobby out the front door of the shop. Your eyes followed his every move.
As soon as the door had closed behind them, Bobby said something to Chibs. Chibs put his hand on Bobby’s healthy shoulder, leaning forward, letting his head hang low.
Bobby put his hand on the back of Chibs' head and pulled him close, giving him a tight hug. You could clearly see that he was crying, his whole body was shaking.
Your hand came up to your mouth to muffle your sounds as tears started to run down your cheeks.
They stood there for a minute or so before Bobby came back in. Chibs stayed outside, turning his back towards the shop window.
Bobby walked over to Tig at the counter and said something at his ear. Tig's head snapped around, looking at Bobby then over to Abel and then you and Thomas. Then he turned around again, putting his hands on the counter top and hung his head.
You slid out of the booth, careful not to wake up Thomas in your arms, and put him in his baby carrier that was placed on the counter next to Chucky. You walked over to Bobby who looked at you with shimmering eyes.
"What is going on?", you didn't dare to speak louder than a whisper. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Happy coming over as well. Abel was still sleeping on the bench.
Bobby looked at Happy, then you. "Tara is dead. Jax found her at the house", he told you and tears rolled down his cheeks and sunk into his beard.
Your hand shot up to cover your mouth, your eyes got big in shock. Your heart stopped for a second before it started racing at triple the normal speed.
Your other hand clutched to your chest over your heart. "Oh god", you breathed out, your voice shaky.
After Bobby had told everyone, the brave face he had put on started to crumble away. You could see how the shock of what had happened washed over him.
But all you could think about was Chibs. You could see him over Bobby's shoulder still standing in front of the shop window with his back to you. You walked over to the door, opened it and walked the two steps towards him.
"Filip", you said and your voice broke when he looked at you. His eyes were red and tears were streaming down his face.
He pulled you against him, wrapping his arms around you, one of his hands on the back of your head, pressing you against him. Your arms flung around his waist as you buried your face at his chest.
You were both crying as you held each other. What a horrible thing to happen, you couldn't believe it. A new wave of sobs washed over you as you thought about Abel and Thomas. Their mother was dead and their father about to spend the next 10 years in prison. You wrapped your arms a little tighter around Chibs.
You didn't know how long you were standing like this until Bobby came up behind you.
"Chibs, we need to get over there", he said and you slowly let go of Chibs. You reached up and wiped the tears off his face. Then you cupped his face and pulled him down for a kiss.
"Chucky's gonna try to reach Gemma but until she arrives, can you stay with the boys?", Bobby asked you. "Sure", you told him and wiped at your own face.
You waited outside until the Sons had ridden off on their bikes before you got back inside.
"Gemma's not picking up", Chucky told you. "Maybe she heard about Tara and is already there", you thought out loud.
You sat down across from Chucky and exhaled loudly. His eyes were equally red as yours. "They will send her here", Chucky said.
You covered your face with your hands as you leaned on the counter with your elbows, exhaling loudly.
"Y/N", you heard a little voice from behind you. You quickly wiped at your eyes again before you turned around.
"Hey, Abel", you said and picked him up to sit him on your lap. "Where's mommy?", he asked and rubbed at his tired eyes. New tears rushed to your eyes and you had to fight really hard to keep them from spilling onto your cheeks. You had to swallow down the lump that formed in your throat before you were able to answer him.
"She is still with your dad", you said and your voice was a bit raspy from crying. "We're trying to reach your grandma to pick you up", you told him and brushed his hair out of his face.
"Why are your eyes red?", he asked and poked his little finger at your cheek. "Oh, I'm, uhm, tired and then my eyes get red", you explained, feeling Chucky's eyes on you.
Like your words were an order, Abel yawned. "Are you tired, too?", you said and rubbed his back. He just nodded and leaned his head against your chest.
"Alright, those two need some sleep. I'll take them with me to my apartment. You keep trying to reach Gemma. When she answers her phone or shows up here, give her my number and I tell her where to pick them up", you explained to Chucky while getting up from the stool and with Abel on your arms, you walked over to Thomas who was still sleeping in his car seat.
Chucky nodded along to your words and came around the counter to help you.
"Shoot, I don't have a car seat for Abel", you said and looked at the kid in your arms, starting to fall asleep on your shoulder.
"I think we have an old one in the back, I'll go get it", Chucky said and rushed off into the storage room.
With his help, you carried the boys out to your car and he installed the seat. You buckled in Thomas' seat as well and then closed the car door, meeting with Chucky at the driver's door.
"If Chibs shows up again or calls, tell him I took the boys to my place", you told him. "Will do", he nodded and looked like he was tearing up again. You pulled him into a tight hug before you got into your car.
You had to be careful not to start crying again as it impaired your vision when you checked on the boys in your rearview mirror. Their lives had just changed dramatically and they had no idea. Luckily, both boys slept through the whole car ride to your apartment.
You had to wake up Abel though at your arrival, otherwise you didn't know how to get both of them upstairs without going twice and always leaving one kid alone.
"It's just a short elevator ride and then you can go right back to sleep. You're such a big boy, so good", you complimented Abel as you ushered him into your building and over to the elevator. You had the diaper bag hanging on your shoulder and Thomas' car seat on your other arm. In a matter of seconds, you had become a single mother of two, although just for one night.
You let Abel push the buttons of the elevator and a few minutes later, you had finally arrived at your apartment.
Abel seemed wide awake now and Thomas had woken up, too. He needed a diaper change and a bottle. You made a little snack for Abel and let him play with his toys for 15 minutes, then you brought them to your bedroom. It was already past midnight.
You found a music toy that played a lullaby. You put it on your nightstand and let it play. It helped Abel to go to sleep rather quickly.
With the lights turned low, you walked around your bedroom, swaying Thomas in your arms to get him to go to sleep again. It took you another 20 minutes and 5 more plays of the lullaby before he finally went down.
You placed him on the bed next to Abel and put all your pillows around them to keep them from falling out.
On your tiptoes, you walked out and kept the door ajar a few inches as you didn't have a baby phone. You let the light turned on in the hallway as a night light. You didn't know if they needed one, you only remembered that you felt safer with it as a kid.
You got over to the kitchen, cleaned up and collected Abel's toys from the floor and put it back in his little backpack.
You sat down at your little dining table and exhaled loudly, blowing a strand of hair out of your face. Now that you were left with nothing to do but wait, the tears came back to your eyes. Muffling your sobs with your hand, you let yourself feel the grief and pain you felt for Tara, thinking about the two little boys in your bedroom, Jax, how you saw Chibs crying for the first time. It was overwhelming to say the least.
You didn't know how long you sat there until you heard a knock at your door. You jumped up from your seat. It must be Gemma.
You rushed over to your door and opened it. In front of you was Chibs. You were disappointed and relieved. But definitely more relieved.
He immediately saw your red and swollen eyes from crying. He came inside, closed the door and pulled you into a tight hug.
You stood there for a few minutes like this, just holding on to each other.
"Was Gemma here?", he asked as he pulled back from the hug. You rubbed at your eyes to wipe away the new tears.
"No. I told Chucky to give her my number but she hasn't called yet either", you told him. "You haven't found her?", you asked in return.
"No", Chibs denied.
"Where are the boys?", he asked, looking around. "They're sleeping in my bed", you told him and automatically lowered your voice.
Chibs took off his shoes and kutte before he walked over to your bedroom.
"Be careful, it took a while before they went down", you told him as you followed his steps.
He gently pushed the door open a little further and leaned against the door frame. You came up behind him and cuddle up to his back. Then you slipped under his arm and looked at the sleeping boys with his arm around your shoulders.
"We have to sleep on the couch, I don't wanna risk waking them", you whispered. "I can't sleep anyways", he replied in a whispered tone.
You told him to follow you with a nod of your head and he pulled the door almost shut again.
In your living room, you sat down on your couch and he rested next to you. You crawled onto his lap, cuddling up to his chest and putting an arm around his neck.
"Did you say anything to them?", he asked after a little while of silence. "Only that we're having a little slumber party until grandma shows up", you told him.
"And about Tara?", he added. You swallowed. "Back at the shop, Abel asked where Mommy was and I told him that she was with daddy. I didn't know what else to say", you said, your head leaning against his shoulder.
Chibs had started to stroke your hair. "That's fine. I don't know what to say either", he commented.
"Did you see Jax?", you almost didn’t dare to ask. "I did. It was...horrible. Just horrible", he said and you could hear him choking up again.
With your hand, you caressed his cheek, your thumb running along his scar.
You felt the shake if his silent sobs against your body. He turned his head towards you and leaned his cheek against your head, tears running down his face and into your hair.
Your arms snaked around his body and held him a little tighter. Seeing him cry was heart-wrenching. You couldn't help but cry yourself. You wanted to be strong for him as he was always so strong for you. But as Chibs said, it was all just so horrible.
a/n: this is the last chapter for now. I’m putting this story on hiatus as I’m running out of ideas and dove right into a writer’s block. I hope you had a good time with Chibs as much as I had writing with/for him.
Feel free to check back on my masterlist for any updates or stories you might not have read yet. Thank you!
#sons of anarchy#soa#chibs telford#chibs telford x plus-size reader#chibs telford x reader#chibs telford imagine#chibs telford angst
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Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x You (OFC)
Warnings: Swearing, Smut (MDNI 18+ Only), Stalking, P in V, oral (female and male receiving), Semi-public sex, light spanking, light bondage, blindfolds
Summary: Even though you should be the belle of the Annual Top Gun Navy Ball, you're more of a brat and Jake enjoys every minute of the teasing and the consequences later.
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Word Count: 5.5k
Chapter 13: Belle or Brat?
Your Hallmark movie of a Thanksgiving trip to meet Jake's family ends Saturday at the Austin airport. Tom and Sharon have driven you and Jake to the airport and are giving you hugs and goodbyes on the curb.
Sharon is beaming when she goes to give you a hug,
"It has been so good to get to know you. I couldn't be happier that you and Jake found each other. We'll see you guys sooner than later. Take care, Elsa."
"Sharon, thank you for the wonderful time and being so welcoming. It was honestly one of the best holidays I've had in a long time."
Tom gives you a hug and you overhear Sharon talking to Jake as she hugs him goodbye.
"Love you, Jakey. Hold on to her," Sharon tells Jake.
"Love you too. I will, Mom. Don't worry."
The flight is uneventful and soon the plane is starting the intense descent into San Diego. You grab an Uber and head home, breathing in a sigh of relief as you unlocking your front door and step inside.
"Home sweet home," you say walking in. You look through the mail and think of the upcoming week. Nothing too insane for work and then the Navy Ball for the Top Gun team and a few other departments at North Island this coming Saturday.
When you and Jake had discussed it a few months ago you were unfamiliar with the concept of military ball.
"Have you ever been to one before?" you asked Jake.
"Yes, they're pretty standard throughout the Navy. I've never brought a date though. Seemed like a lot to ask someone I was only casual with. So, I'm excited to have you on my arm with me at this one."
"What am I supposed to wear?"
"Probably a fancy dress, evening gown thingy?"
You laughed,
"Very helpful."
"Cyclone said his wife would be available to take you and Lydia to a dress shop that's pretty good for these types of things."
"That'd be helpful, does Mrs. Cyclone have a name?"
Jake laughed and flipped through his phone,
"Maddie Simpson, I sent you her contact info."
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The week before the ball flows along as expected, work is busy but not too much. The schematics for Darkstar 2.0 are getting finalized. Lydia and you meet Friday after work for pedicures and manicures to get all dolled up for the ball tomorrow. You select a light pink for your toes and a golden beige for your nails, keeping it subtle. You and Lydia chat and exchange info on what to expect tomorrow.
"Rooster said to be prepared for a whole bunch of speeches, so his advice was to hold off your bathroom break till the middle of those," Lydia reports.
"Jake mentioned there's a receiving line where we get to meet all the big wigs," you offer up your bit of intel.
"It sounds like a prom mashed with a wedding."
"Well, it sounds like this won't be the only one we attend."
She gets a dreamy look on her face, "Yeah, I think these guys are sticking around. Who'd of thought, me going after some random guy I thought was hot at the bar for a quick fuck would have ended us up here?"
"I'll salute your sluttiness, it paid off this time, you laugh and stick your tongue out at Lydia letting her know you're joking. You continue,
"You realize we're going to have to come up with some fake story to tell our kids of how we met their dads till they're old enough. Something about your Aunt Lydia thought your Uncle was hot and was curious of how big his cock was and then your mom completely humiliated your dad in front of his friends. Then they went to a baseball game and fell in love. I don't think that's going to be kid appropriate for a looong time."
Lydia is cracking up.
"How about we say we all met at a church picnic?!"
"Let's go with that."
"So you thinking the whole deal with Hangman? Marriage and kids?"
"I know we're on the marriage train, I asked him when we made all this official if that's where we were headed. Kids are more of a question mark. The way he was with his nieces in Texas was so freaking adorable. It was easy to imagine him as a dad and for like the first time ever I felt my biological clock. Like I felt I needed to give him babies."
Lydia is half laughing and half in shock.
"You are in deep, you'd be good parents."
"You and Rooster?"
She pauses,
"I think he's going to propose. Rooster's been a little weird lately. I keep walking in on him writing something and muttering something like 'That's not it'. And he's been a little cagey like he's planning something."
"Is it a problem if he proposes?"
"I don't think so. It does feel a little soon."
"Would you say yes?"
"Yes, of course I would."
"Then don't worry about it."
"You're right."
At that moment your nail technicians let you know you're done. You walk out doing your best to keep your nails smudge free. Waving your goodbyes to Lydia you promise to see her tomorrow at the ball.
Jake and you have a quiet evening in and an easy Saturday morning, not doing too much knowing you have a big event tonight.
The cocktail hour starts at 5 pm so you're ready by 4:30 and walk out to meet Jake in the living room. He is sitting on the couch fiddling with his phone and he stands up when he hears you on the wood floor. You are treated to a look of surprise and utter adoration from Jake.
"Oh El, you look gorgeous," he declares and
You do a little twirl around showing him the full look.
Your dress is a dark navy one shoulder style mermaid style dress with a plunging back and strap across the back to hold it together. There is a slit down the side to help with movement. When you were picking out dresses with Lydia and Maddie Simpson this one stood out to you for the bare back. It was easy to imagine the feel of Jake's hand on your back.
He walks around the couch, eyeing you from head to toe.
"God, I'm not sure we're gonna make it there, you look so good."
He also looks extremely good in his dress uniform. It's his most formal one with a dinner jacket with tails, bowtie, and cumberbund. You hold back the girlish sigh on your lips on how unbelievably handsome he is.
"You keep your hands to yourself mister, this took a lot of work."
"Fine, fine, I'll take you out and show you off," he stands behind you and leans in as he brushes his hand up your back,
"I'll just have to wait to have my way with you, I can tell the way you're eyeing me you've got ideas too."
You let out a traitorous sigh,
"Maybe, but we should get going." Jake just chuckles and kisses your temple.
When you arrive you pick up a name tag at a table near the entrance that says, "Dr. Elsa Matthews, PhD, PE, Guest of Lieutenant Jake Seresin."
"Jake, you didn't have to put titles on my name tag," you chide him. He laughs,
"It's not to boost your ego, it's a tactical move to annoy one of my coworkers, Jenkins. He's convinced that there isn't a woman smart enough to have a PhD in aerospace engineering so I thought I'd pump up your credentials to mess with him."
"How mature," you respond. You make your way to the bar, get a drink, and prepare to mingle.
Jake sees Rooster and Lydia first, "Look there's Rooster and Lydia. Let's grab a table with them while we can."
You make your way over to Rooster and Lydia and greet them on the side of the giant room.
"Lydia, Rooster, you guys look great," you say giving them each a hug. Rooster gives the compliment back, at least to you,
"Elsa, you look stunning. Hangman, you look adequate."
Jake just laughs,
"I'm wearing the same thing you are, but I make this look good. I'd give you a solid C+."
Rooster opens his mouth to send another volley, but Lydia stops him,
"Let's grab a table so we can make sure we all sit together. I need Elsa as my emotional support animal to get through this."
You snag a table near the back and on the edge.
"Strategic," you say, "Makes bathroom breaks more subtle."
Jake leans in so only you can hear, "Or sneaking off to do other things." He winks as he leans out to join the conversation.
Rooster looks over your head and groans a little,
"Here comes Jenkins."
"The one who doesn't think women can be engineers?" you ask Jake.
"Yup."
A guy with black hair in a buzz cut and a pudgy face with a scraggly mustache appears with his date, a petite blond that looks like she could get blown away in a stiff wind.
"Hangman, so this is the infamous girlfriend, Elsa. I'm Paul" he says, grabbing your hand and kissing it in greeting,
"Enchanté."
You're shocked he would do that in front of his date/ girlfriend. Jake is rolling his eyes at the over the top gesture.
"Nice to meet you, Paul," you turn to his date, "and you too."
She responds,
"Sarah, his sister."
You feel slightly better that he's not a total sleazeball.
"Sarah, these are my coworkers, Hangman and Rooster. This is supposedly Hangman's smarty pants girlfriend," he leans uncomfortably close to your chest to read your name tag out loud verbatim,
"Dr. Elsa Matthews, PhD, PE."
Sarah and you nod at each other.
"What's the PE for?" Jenkins asks.
"Licensed Professional Engineer."
"So basically a nerd license?"
Jenkins laughs jarringly like a hyena looking around the group to see if anybody else is laughing. No one is.
"Yeah, something like that. So, Sarah, do you live in the area or are you visiting?" you ask, trying to divert the conversation to something more interesting. Jenkins isn't having it,
"Alright, if you're actually a doctor in aerospace engineering, tell me something smart."
"I didn't think this was going to turn into a job interview. You could just look at my LinkedIn page if you want to know all my professional accomplishments."
Jake smirks as he watches. Jenkins doesn't give up,
"Naw naw, Doc. Say something smart."
"Will telling you I have three parents for hypersonic aviation modular life support systems, out of a total of 22 patents, shut you up?"
Jake and Rooster are smiling into their drinks watching the conversation. You can tell they aren't particularly fond of Jenkins.
"Okay, okay, I get it. You don't have to be a show off. If you're so smart then why are you with Hangman? I'm on the market, baby."
Jake has snorted his beer through his nose and is coughing, Rooster pats him on the back. Rooster and Lydia are waiting for your next verbal volley like they're watching a tennis match.
"It's because he has a giant cock. Do I need to describe that in great detail so you understand, too?"
You respond with an accompanying hand gesture, slowly, like you're talking to a child, a particularly slow child with a bad mustache. Sarah hides a smile at her idiot brother. Rooster coughs into drink.
Jenkins barks out his hyena laugh,
"I like this one, Seresin!"
Sarah grabs her brother's shoulder and urges him to walk away. He looks over his shoulder as he turns,
"Hey baby, if you find you get bored with the Hangman and want to hang out with a hung man," he gestures obscenely to his crotch, making you gag a little,
"Give me a call, sweet cheeks."
Rooster calls out to Sarah,
"I'd keep him away from the bar for the rest of the night, just a word of advice."
You look at Jake,
"What the hell is wrong with him? And please tell me he doesn't fly a plane."
"Multiple things, probably dropped on his head as a child, many, many times," Jake responds,
"And no, thank God, he is not a pilot. He's in charge of aircraft parts, so a glorified inventory clerk."
"Please tell me that's your weirdest coworker," you plead with Jake and Rooster.
"Yes, everybody else is pretty normal." Jake answers.
You lean over to Jake,
"I'm not going to get you in trouble for that big cock comment, am I?"
Jake looks at you,
"Don't worry about it, the higher ups don't believe anything he says. I would probably recommend not saying that to Cyclone, it might be a bit of a weird conversation starter."
You laugh, the tension easing.
You and Jake circulate around and meet more of Jake's coworkers and the rest are pleasant and not obnoxious jackasses.
Soon dinner is served and the speeches start up. They feel a lot like corporate speeches but with more patriotism sprinkled in. You are definitely bored by the end of the first one. Maybe it is the champagne on an empty stomach, but you decide to mess with Jake a little bit. You slip your heel off and nudge Jake's pant leg with your foot making contact with the skin under the fabric. Jake's eyebrow raises and he gives you a slight smile as he realizes what you are doing. After a few minutes you put it back in your shoe.
At the next applause break, you pretend to fiddle with your earring and pop it off into your hand.
"Oh no, I think I just lost my earring," you say loud enough to catch Jake's attention,
"I think it fell off that way."
You point towards Jake's feet. You lean over to peek under the tablecloth and as you do you cup Jake's crotch. You know the view of your actions is obscured by the tablecloth and your body. You're rewarded with a quick breath in from Jake.
You emerge from the tablecloth holding your earring, stating,
"Found it," as you put it back on. Jake is staring at you more pointedly now, eyebrow raised in question.
You lean to whisper so only he can hear,
"I'll stop if you say stop. I won't do anything that would embarrass you, just want to rile you up for later."
You pull back to see his response and he leans back in to whisper into your ear.
"Just know you'll face the consequences later," he smirks.
It's your turn to get a little flush and give him a knowing smile. Another speech starts and you keep your hands to yourself for the entirety of the speech. At the end, you use the moment to excuse yourself to the bathroom. When you're in the stall you slide off the lacy thong you chose for tonight and ball it up in your hand. As you sit back down you sneak the underwear in Jake's pants pocket. His hand goes to investigate and the moment he recognizes that it is lacy fabric and his jaw clenches ever so slightly. He looks at you eyebrows raised and the corner of his mouth quirked up in amusement.
The room darkens for a video on a screen up front. You use the opportunity to slide Jake's hand to the slit on your dress, that is conveniently on the side nearest him. You place your napkin over his hand to obscure the scene. His hand is on your skin and ever so slowly creeping around to your inner thigh, trying to flex his fingers up towards your pussy. The video ends and he discreetly pulls his hand back to clap, making eye contact with you the whole time.
The speeches are over and they announce that the dance floor is open. Jake stands up and extends his hand, "May I have this dance, El?"
The music is classical and you recognize it as a waltz. You're surprised when we get to the dance floor and Jake leads you in a perfect waltz.
"Should I add ballroom dancing to your list of many hidden talents?" you ask Jake as he gives you a twirl.
"Yes, among others. My mom insisted we learn to dance the classics. And how are you so well informed on ballroom dance techniques?"
"My mom made me go to cotillion. I remember all the dances and how to set a 36 inch place setting."
"What a useful skill in this day and age," he laughs.
After a few more classical dances, the music has changed to more contemporary pop and rock and roll making the dancing more informal. Lydia and Rooster make their way to you on the dance floor. The lighting has changed and the room is darker and by the DJ stand there are colored lights that change with the beat of the music. It feels like a high school prom with some of the music choices, and you have fun trying out cheesy moves mostly to make everyone else laugh.
The song switches to a song you recognize, Eric Clapton's Wonderful Tonight. Jake places one hand on your back on the bare skin and takes your hand in the other. You place your free hand on his shoulder and start to sway in time with the music. Jake is singing along just loud enough for you to hear and his deep voice reverberates through his chest against yours. You wonder if you can fall even more in love with him the way he's looking at you when the song ends.
Borrowing a lyric from the song, you say,
"It's time to go home now."
He laughs at your choice of words and lowers his head to tell you,
"Someone also needs to face the consequences of her actions, like putting her panties in my pocket so I know you're bare and there'd be nothing in my way."
You swallow hard and just dumbly nod, no coherent thoughts forming, Jake sees the look on your face and just smirks. You make our goodbyes to Lydia and Rooster and head out to the car.
You are barely buckled in when Jake's hand finds the slit in your dress. Pushing his hand up toward your pussy, he extends his fingers and just gently parts the folds around your clit, and then suddenly retreats his hand. You whine at the loss of contact.
"Does someone not like getting teased?" he laughs.
He leans over the console and puts a hand behind your head to catch your lips and mouth in a deep kiss that you feel all the way to your toes. He pulls back and starts the car, leaving you breathless and needy.
"El, you're lucky this is a stick or you'd be getting a lot more teasing on the drive home."
You are never happier that you live only 10 minutes from the base. Jake drives you home in what feels like a deliberately slower manner. You finally break,
"Jake, I need you inside me as soon as possible."
"Ooh, you are hot and ready to go. This'll make what I have planned for you even better."
"What do you have planned, besides fucking me the instant we get inside the door?"
"Oh, so much more, sweetheart. Just you wait."
Mercifully, you arrive home. You feel like you are sprinting to get the door unlocked and Jake is taking his sweet time getting to the porch. You step inside and Jake follows. He pulls you back to his chest and starts to kiss a line down your neck. Jake guides you to the bedroom and unzips your dress leaving you completely naked. He pushes you onto the bed so you are sitting on the edge.
"You were a wretched little tease tonight," he grabs your chin and tilts it up to look at him, "I've been thinking of all the ways I could have you when we got back here."
His thumb rubs across your lower lip and you take it into your mouth and suck on it earning a low groan from him.
"Teases need to learn some lessons in patience," he purrs as his hand slides down to cup your breasts and pinch your nipple, ripping a ragged moan from you.
"Lay down and wait, I'll be right back," he looks at you and says with deadly seriousness, "Do not touch yourself. understand me?"
You nod in agreement. He leaves the room and you slip off your heels and lay down on the top of your bed.
He returns holding a small bowl and the belt from your silk robe. He puts the small bowl on the dresser and kneels next to the bed.
"El, I'm going to tie you to the bed and blindfold you. Are you okay with that?" He is searching your eyes for any hesitancy.
"I'm very okay with that," you practically purr.
He breaks into the panty dropper smile and says,
"Good, we can stop this at any time, just say red light."
He is referencing the system you agreed upon for communicating in bed.
"Sounds good, green light."
He lifts your hands up above your head and the cool softness of the silk robe belt encircling your wrists and the fabric tightens as he ties it to the headboard. You flex your arms and find that you can't move them far. Jake is now standing next to the bed staring at you. He has pulled his dinner jacket off and thrown it over the back of the armchair in the corner, the medals clinking as it lands. Next he pulls off the cumberbund and sends it over to join the jacket. He unties his bow tie, throwing it down to the bed next to you and unbuttons the top few buttons of his shirt. His next move is classically sexy and makes you press your thighs together to get some kind of friction. He pulls his cufflinks out and puts them on top of the dresser next to him and then he methodically rolls his sleeves up revealing his tanned and muscular forearms.
"Enjoying the show, El?" he laughs.
"Very much," you breathe more than speak.
"Good," he says as he sits down on the bed taking the bow tie in his hand and he ties it gently around your head pulling the fabric to cover your eyes.
You take a deep breath and relax into the bed.
"Good, El?"
"Very good, Jake."
The first thing you feel is Jake's hands sweeping up your legs and just skimming the inside of your thighs short circuiting your brain. You try to thrust your pelvis towards his hands and he evades your motions and continues up your body. You whine out a little pout. Jake just laughs. His hands move along to cup your breasts, just pinching at the nipple to a firm point before he leans down to kiss them. He pulls back and you are lost without any contact from him.
The bed dips around your waist and the crisp fabric of his dress pants stretches across your thighs as he straddles you. You are unsure what his next move will be until the cool metal of his dog tags fall on your chest, eliciting a squeak from you. He huffs out a little laugh.
Jake leans down and holds his lips just above yours, the heat from his mouth apparent on your lips as he talks,
"Sweet, sweet, El. Who knew you were such cock tease and so naughty."
He traces a finger down your cheek and across your lips as he talks. You try to lift your head to kiss his lips and he pulls away before you make contact. Your head falls to the bed in defeat and then Jake is kissing you hard, tongue invading your mouth. He pulls away and you lift your head to chase his lips for more, earning another soft and teasing laugh from him.
Jaken kisses a line down your jaw and neck, continuing his path down your chest and finally settling his lips just under your left breast. The feeling from his lips intensifies and he sucks a bruise there, the slight pain from the blood vessels breaking blissfully radiating out. You're so tightly wound that anything, any feeling, pain or pleasure, soothes you. You moan loudly at that thought. He pulls off and gently kisses the sensitive area.
Ghosting his lips down your stomach he swerves at the last second avoiding your very wet and very needy pussy. You whine out in frustration, and plead to him,
"That's where I need it, please, Jake."
"Are we frustrated, El?"
"Yes, please, please touch me. Anything." you plead, sounding a bit desperate.
"It's okay, El. I'll take care of you," Jake coos reassuringly. The bed springs up and the weight of Jake is gone leaving you a little unmoored. Sounds you can't identify filter over from the far side of the room and suddenly you are overwhelmed by a cold burst of wetness on your nipples, they pebble and firm up instantly. An undignified yelp escapes your mouth with a
"What was that?"
"Ice," Jake laughs as he settles in the bed, and you can practically hear his smirk. He resumes his position over you and his cold lips trail down your torso and engulf your clit with no warning. You respond by squealing a mix of pleasure and pain and lifting your hips as far off the bed as possible, unsure if you want to retreat or want more.
"You are so much fun to tease. So responsive and sensitive," Jake says as he pulls back.
"Not fair, I need you, Jake," you respond, emphasizing the word need. He returns his cold mouth to your clit and begins to lick it fast and hard. Two fingers into you without any resistance and join his tongue in his fast rhythm. It doesn't take long for his mouth to warm up and push you to the edge of climax.
You are a moaning mess, and all you can sob out is,
"So close, so close, don't stop."
He pulls his face back and keeps his fingers in you at the same intense pace.
"You don't get to come till I let you, El."
If it was possible that statement would have made you even wetter. It's not helping how turned on you are. He plants his mouth hard on your clit and keeps licking.
"Please, can I come?"
Your begging question fills the air. "Please?" You ask again. You are so close that you know Jake can feel your walls fluttering around his fingers. Every second you're kept waiting is an exquisite mix of overwhelming bliss and the pain of almost coming.
Abruptly Jake pulls back everything. His mouth and hands are gone and your hips lift to chase him.
"What the fuck, Jake?"
You try to sound more indignant than needy. He just laughs as an answer. The bed shifts as Jake stands up. The sound of his clothes hitting the floor is followed by the ties at your wrists being undone.
The bed dips and Jake flips you over with the ease that only he can achieve. You are still blindfolded and unsure of his next move. He grips your hips and pulls your ass up as he gently pushes your head down to the bed. Your knees are being pushed apart with his knee and his hard cock brushes against your thighs enticingly. He is so achingly close to tight where you need him.
Finally, he takes pity on you and runs the head of his cock through your glistening folds.
"You ready, El?" he asks, still teasing your slit.
You practically shout,
"Yes, please fuck me, please."
"So needy, the tease doesn't like to be teased?"
He is laughing as he kisses down your spine.
You reach a hand back to try and touch yourself for some relief and you are treated to a stinging slap on your ass. You bite your lip to keep the moan it pulls out of you in, not wanting to give Jake the satisfaction right now, not when he's teasing you so mercilessly.
"Do I have to tie you up again? You'll come when I tell you, El."
Your whine in response is pure lust and absolute need,
"No, sir. Please fuck me, I need you."
He obliges and plunges in without any more warning or teasing. You almost come before he has bottomed out. With how hard you're gripping the comforter in your hands holding 9ff your orgasm, you're slightly afraid you're going to rip holes in the fabric, not that any part of your brain can be bothered to care. Each of Jake's thrusts pulls out a moan that sounds more like of a sob of relief than of pleasure. Jake pulls all the way back out and for a second you are lost. He pushes back in and starts to fuck you slowly. You try to speed up his thrusts by pushing back your body.
He laughs and grips your hips hard to still you, the thought that he might leave bruises makes you clench around him,
"Remember, who's in charge here?"
You don't respond and feel another harsh slap on the other cheek of your ass. This time you can't help the moan and accompanying clench of your pussy on his cock.
"Answer me, El."
"You are, Lieutenant," is all you can choke out, your need to come overwhelming you. The word triggers something in Jake and he is now fucking you at a relentless pace. His body is starting to tense, a sign he is getting close to the edge; he mercifully slips his hand down to touch your clit. You are right back at that edge of ecstasy within seconds and you hear yourself begging again,
"Please, can I come? Lieutenant? Please?"
His body stutters and you know he is close. Through gritted teeth, he says,
"Come around my cock baby, I want to feel how much you need it."
That is all the encouragement you need. You shatter around him clenching hard. The orgasm is so overwhelming that if you hadn't had the blindfold on still the room would have grayed out.
Your head thunks down to the soft mattress as the pleasure rolls over you, Jake thrusts a few more times to chase his release, his hands gripping at your hips hard to keep you from moving up the bed.
"Fuck, El, gonna come, gonna fill you up," he grits out. You are still in the throes of your climax that you are almost too out of it to say anything.
"Please, Jake, give it to me. I've been good, please," you rasp. He comes with a mighty roar and bends down, his chest against your back as he catches his breath, one hand planted on the bed to support his weight, the other rubbing soothing circles on your side.
He reaches down to your shoulder and pulls you up to his chest tilting your head to kiss you sweetly, a contrast to the intensity of a few minutes ago. Jake pulls the blindfold off and slowly pulls out of you. He gently lowers you to the bed and lays down next to you pulling you into his arms. Your head settles on his chest as you both come down from your mutual high. After a few minutes Jake kisses your forehead tenderly.
"Are you okay?" he asks.
"Yes, way better than okay, in fact great," you respond. He laughs at your effusive gushing and his lips are on your forehead again. You roll over to your stomach so you can see his face.
"That's definitely been a fantasy of mine, never really trusted anyone enough to let go of that control," you tell him as you trace idle circles on his chest with your index finger.
"I remembered from one of your trips to Bakersfield. Did it live up to your expectations?" he asks.
"Not that this is a Yelp review or anything, but 5/5 greatly exceeded my expectations. Would have sex like this again."
You're rewarded with one of Jake's deep laughs,
"How am I supposed to keep my ego in check if you're telling me that kind of stuff?"
"You earned it, stud." you yawn, aware of how late it is.
"Is Cinderella out past midnight?" Jake teases.
"Yes, and she is quickly turning into a pumpkin. I'm going to wash all this makeup off and then I'm going to cuddle up to my handsome stud of a boyfriend and fall asleep."
"Sounds excellent," Jake yawns back in agreement. You head to the bathroom and when you return Jake is already asleep. You turn off the lights and slide into bed and lay your head on his chest before sleep overtakes you.
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Up next: Elsa's family comes to town for Christmas and it's not all hot chocolate and hugs...*foreshadowing*.
Chapter 14
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Learning to Love Slowly
Parings; Jason Todd x Reader
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20-Thunder Storms and Cold Hands
Thunder rumbled through Gotham just like it had been doing for the past week. It had been non-stop rain, and the power in half the city had gone out due to flooding. You hadn’t seen or heard from Jason, and he hadn’t heard from you either. Your power had been out since the start of the storm, and leaving the city was a no-go since most of the roads around were blocked. With the little battery-powered radio, you spent your nights locked away in your apartment listening to the news while reading in the candlelight.
There was little you could do when trying to get in touch with Jason or your parents since the power was out, and most of your messages had the red marker next to to indicate that they couldn’t be sent. So, you could only wait.
It was anxiety inducing, but you try to make yourself understand that they would be okay. Your parents were outside of the city, and Jason was able to take care of himself. You hoped. There were a few times he would come to you a bit more bruised than would you have liked or limping in an odd way.
Sighing, you put down your phone after trying one last time to send a text out to someone. Flipping on the radio, you snuggled back onto the couch listening to the news from the radio.
“Good evening, Gotham, we do have some good news for you today. The rain we are currently experiencing is expected to die down by Friday night, but unfortuantely the flooding east of the city remains…” You tuned the radio out when there was nothing new to hear.
You clicked the radio off before hopping off your bed to stare out your bedroom window at the city. It was kind of odd to think Jason was out there actively doing something while you were stuck at home, it almost made you envious. Until you realized it was cold and raining.
“Fuck, Jay, please be careful,” You said when another crack of thunder shook some things in your apartment. Crawling back into bed, you snuggled up watching the rain until you couldn’t keep your eyes open anymore.
What woke you was the feeling of someone rubbing circles on your back, causing you to jump away from the touch in realization that it was only you home. Common sense finally came back into you mind and you turned to see Jason there. His hair was wet and his clothes a bit damp, obviously just in from the rain.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” He grabbed your hand, rubbing a thumb over you knuckles. “I…I don’t know.”
“You’ve been okay?” You asked, not caring if he scared you or not.
“Yeah,” Jason said as he watched as you kissed his hand in hopes to bring some heat to his fingers. “It’s kinda chilly out there.”
You smiled up at him. “I can tell.”
Jason slid his fingers to the nape of your neck where you recoiled, giggling, but he wouldn’t relent. Shrieking, you pushed his hands away when he put under your shirt on your hips. Your laughed echoed through the apartment as you tried to squirm away from his cold touch.
“Jason,” You laughed.
“But my hands are cold, sweetheart, warm them up,” He stated playfully.
You relented by reaching up and pulling him ontop of you. Jason would have resisted thinking he would be too big and heavy if he had time, but you were surprisingly strong pulling him down. His arms wrapped around you, and his face was only inches from yours. It was a bit too intimate as first, but then you started to play with his hair.
“Your cheeks feel cold. Take these clothes off, they’re wet,” You placed one of your hands flat against his face. “I have some of your shorts and…”
“I have to get back out there,” Jason sighed. “I just came by to check on you. Do you have enough food? And water? You can come stay at my place for a few days. My power is out, too, though…If you want you can come stay with me at Wayne Manor.”
“I have enough food and water. Also, I wouldn’t want to intrude of your family,” You mumbled, looking away from Jason for a second.
You wanted to meet the rest of his family, but not by invading their space upon first meeting. Plus, it would be too much at once during all the anxiety.
“Okay, then, I’ll come stay with you once I can catch a few hours to sleep,” Jason said, moving his hand up and down your back.
Skin against skin. Jason had never touched you on your bare back, or really bare anything besides your hand. He liked it, but was wondering if you did.
Jason couldn’t do it for long because it would become too much, but this little bit of intimacy he could handle. When his hand brushed the small of your back, his cold fingertips made you shiver. You gasped, arching your back toward him to pull yourself away from the cold before giggling out of embarrassment.
“Stay here a while,” You mumbled as you relaxed again. “Just to warm up your hands.”
Jason was knee deep in so many thoughts of you he could only nod his head as you continued to stare up at him, playing with hair.
“Jason,” You cooed, leaning up to press a kiss to his chin. “Is it bad out there?”
He hummed a yes, putting his head on your shoulder, “A lot of rouges to round up since the power is out. You would think it was fucking Christmas for them. Bruce is in a bad mood, too, because of the weather.”
“I was more talking about the rain, but good to know Gotham doesn’t change much when the weather is bad.”
Jason chuckled, turning his head to take in your scent before you reluctantly removed himself from your arms. You whined, urging him to come back. He could have stayed longer, but the feeling was starting to overwhelm him. Not to mention, if Jason didn’t move then he would have stayed there forever. His hand did feel warmer, he noted.
Gotham needed him, though, and he could feel the vibrations of his phone going off in his jacket. The Batman calls for back up yet again. Despite, of course, working alone as he always said. Jason tucked his helmet under his arm and stood at the end of the bed.
“I need to go, sweetheart. I’ll be back soon. Will you be okay?”
“I’ll be worried about you, but I’ll be okay,” You said, walking on your knees across the bed to him.
Wrapping your arms around his neck you threaded your fingers through the black curls, slightly pulling when he leaned his head forward. He grunted, his hands going to your waist. A little thing you had discovered Jason liked, having his hair pulled. You always claimed it was by accident when you did, but you noticed the different lustful look in his eyes.
“I’ll come back to you,” Jay whispered, so desperate and pitiful for you it hurt. “I promise.”
You didn’t say anything as you pressed a kiss on his cheek, then down to his jaw, repeating. Reaching for one of his hands you put it back under your shirt on your hip.
Jason groaned into your ear and it made you sigh, “Sweetheart, I need to go.”
“Go, just be safe,” You said, kissing his cheek one more time.
He walked to the window before he could be dragged back into your grasp. Shit, you were like an addiction he didn’t want to break. After making sure everything in your apartment was locked, he swung away from your place satisfied that you were safe in the meantime. Knowing that he would be back to see you made getting wet all over again worth it. He was already looking forward to seeing you after everything was over. Though, he might stop by his apartment for some time for himself after you pulled his hair like that.
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Moonlight Ch. 13 | Carlos Sainz Jr. x Reader
a/n: hi everybody <3, it's been a while and i'm sorry i've been quite MIA. i'm hoping i can get back into writing again soon! it was quite hard for me to write this chapter, it is a bit more of a snippet-y / filler chapter but wanted to write some fluff for moonlight as the story progresses, i hope u enjoy !!
+ huge thanks to my canadian sunshine @cosmicleclerc for helping with some ideas for the chapter and dealing with me complaining, ilu <3
warnings: literally none just fluff !
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link to chapter 12 of moonlight here
Chapter 13 (4k words)
“Good morning,” The last thing you expect on a Tuesday morning is to see Carlos at your door so early, but there he is, looking far too energetic for your liking. You’re still half awake, dressed in your joggers and tank top, having woken up seconds ago from the doorbell ringing. Carlos doesn’t seem to mind though, already letting himself into your room, breezing past you to go inside.
Despite having made plans, you were not expecting Carlos to show up to what apparently was almost nine in the morning. He had decided to keep the plan a surprise, which had also included the time you both were to meet.
“I know we agreed to go out today but I didn’t think you meant this early.” You say, watching him as he sits on the edge of the bed. Carlos simply shrugs at your remark, a smile playing on his lips and you can’t help but roll your eyes playfully. He did always find a way to surprise you. Once you’ve shut the door you head to him, standing in front of him.
You take your time to look over his attire and you can’t help but smile to yourself. “Was this the master disguise you were speaking about last night?” You ask, walking over to him. He looks up and you can barely see his eyes due to the bill of his baseball cap.
“Hey, that’s a bit rude.” he says, crossing his arms over his chest with a pout. You would have felt bad if his said disguise wasn’t just a plain baseball cap, a hoodie and blue jeans.
Your hand reaches over to his cap before you gently push it down, smiling the moment Carlos lets out a yelp. His hands go up to fix his cap but instead you’re taking it off.
“It's only rude if it isn’t true” You say in amusement and despite your playful teasing Carlos is smiling from ear to ear. Now that you’re closer he takes the opportunity to reach over to hold your waist. His touch sends sparks over your body, as your legs knock into his. You almost stumble over hands instantly going to his shoulders, cap falling on the floor.
“At least I’m already dressed.” Carlos says, looking up at you with a mischievous smile as his fingers gently trace under your shirt. The way he’s looking at you has you burning red and you have to look away.
“You’re annoying,” you murmur just as Carlos lets go of his hold on you. You move away, pressing your hands to your cheeks for a second, in hopes that the colour would go away.
“You didn’t tell me you would be here this early, and you haven’t even told me where we are going yet. How am I supposed to know what to wear?” You ask, giving him a small pout before leaning away, planning to go to your suitcase.
Instead of letting you go though, his grip on your waist tightens as he falls back onto the bed, soon pulling you with him. You let out a surprised groan and in a matter of seconds Carlos is flipping you over so you’re soon on the bed. He’s hovering on top of you, supporting himself with his arms with a wide grin on his face.
“I told you, it’s a surprise.” He says, slowly letting himself lean closer. For a second you think he might kiss you but he stops just as your lips are almost touching. “Now get ready okay?”
You end up settling with a shirt and a simple top, changing in the corner of the room with Carlos’ eyes discreetly on you. His eyes burn into your back and the moment you turn around already dressed he’s getting up off the bed, clearing his throat discreetly before shoving his phone in his pocket.
“Let’s go?” He offers and you nod your head, grabbing your purse before you’re following him to the door.
Luckily, you both manage to sneak out of the hotel without much commotion, only bumping into Lando who Carlos shoos away before he even gets the chance to tease you both.
It’s once you’re both in the car that Carlos is handing you his phone, asking you to plug in a cafe’s name into the search bar of his navigation app.
“Heard it’s a nice breaksfast place,” Carlos says as your eyes scan the distance. You understood why Carlos had showed up so early, noticing that the cafe was almost an hour and a half away from the hotel.
You’re watching the road pass by, leaning your head slightly on the window as Carlos drives. There’s soft music playing from Carlos’ phone and despite the lack of conversation between you both there’s a nice ambience in the car. Carlos looks focused, tapping his fingers softly on the wheel to the beat of the song and you can’t help but let your gaze travel to him instead of the road.
You both hadn’t talked too much after the night at his, it had ended how you both had agreed. Carlos had dropped you at your doorstep with a gentle kiss to the corner of your lips. You both had lingered a bit, sharing small conversations about work. It was clear none of you wanted the night to end, but you both also understood that you needed some time.
Meetings in the office were quite limited, and Carlos had different press activities to do whilst he was in the UK so you both barely saw each other. It was only the night before the flight that Carlos and you properly talked, him of course saying that he would pick you up on the way to the airport.
You thought that was it (which you had been a bit disappointed about), but when you were already in bed and half asleep your phone had begun to ring, loud and clear.
You had picked up the phone in a hurry, wanting the ringing to end. You remember being a bit annoyed, realising you had forgotten to turn off your ringer as you pressed your phone to your ear.
“Hello?” You had sighed out, but hearing Carlos’ voice on the other end of the line had surprised you, allowing all the annoyance to seep out of your system,
“Were you asleep?” Carlos asks, and you can hear the slight guilt in his voice. You smile small at his tone, shifting a bit in your bed as you rub your eyes. For a quick second you check the time before pressing your phone to your ear again.
“Well, it is one in the morning and we do have to wake up in four hours.” You answered, tone playful and Carlos lets out a breathy laugh and you can almost imagine him nodding his head sheepishly.
“I know- sorry. I just couldn’t sleep.” Your smile falters a bit at his words, feeling concerned for the driver. You wonder whether he was feeling stressed about the race, or whether something else had happened.
“Is everything okay?” You ask and the lapse of silence that follows has you a bit more worried. You slowly sit up. “Can I help with anything?” You offer, feeling your heartbeat in your ears.
“Everything is okay,” Carlos answers and you can hear him take a deep and sharp breath. There’s a nervous laugh that follows after. “It’s not like that,” He explains before saying, “I just wanted to know if you want to go on a date with me?” He asks and the question has you floored.
“You called me at almost half past one to ask me on a date?” You ask, stunned. You hear a shift from the other side of the line, Carlos probably settling himself in bed too and you can’t help but wonder what it would be like to just lay next to him.
“I know, I know. We said to wait when we got to Canada, but what if you said no?” Carlos asks and this time you can’t help but let out a soft laugh, endeared by his antics.
“Well why would I say no?” You counter, pulling the blanket up to your chin as you wait for his answer.
“Well, you haven’t said yes yet.” Carlos says and you roll your eyes fondly, moving to your side this time. You curl up into yourself, phone still pressed at your ear.
“You’re really something else.” You murmur, shaking your head. “We can go on a date there. We just need to make sure people don’t recognize you,” You say before Carlos is rambling off on how he had the perfect disguise to hide in plain sight.
You both stayed up for another hour after.
The café Carlos had picked was a small hole in the wall styled café, tucked into the corner of the street in the outskirts of the town. It didn’t look much from the outside but the moment you both step in, the smell of freshly baked bread and freshly grinded coffee grounds envelopes you both.
The café is far from busy, only a few tables being occupied which helps you relax a bit. You notice most of the customers are older in age and you can’t help but smile softly at the sight. Your eyes soon meet some of the staff and you give them a small smile as you and Carlos walk up to the front desk.
One of the servers gives you a quick smile, heading to you both with two menus at hand. She’s an older lady, with warm features and crinkles by her eyes that only expressed warmth. Carlos is quick to pick up his steps, following the waitress to get to the table first. He heads over to one of the chairs to pull it back, looking over at you expectantly.
You raise your brow a bit at the gesture, blushing when Carlos moves his hand to urge you to sit. You tuck your shirt in with your hands before sitting, thanking Carlos softly when he pushes the chair in. His fingers shadow your shoulders briefly before he’s going to the other side of the table, sitting down too.
“Thanks for joining us, my name is Maya,” The waitress says once Carlos is seated. She gently sets the menus in front of you both, “I’ll be your server for the day. We’re not too busy today, so feel free to take your time.” She says with a smile before going over some of the recommendations.
The menu looks quite simple, but you both politely request for a bit more time after ordering some coffee. You rest your chin on your hand as you eyes scan the menu, humming softly to yourself. You can hear soft chatter from the other tables and the sound of the coffee machine steaming and you can feel yourself relaxing a bit. It was nice to have a little peace before the race week, knowing that it was usually more hectic than anything else.
You can feel Carlos’ gaze on you, not surprised the moment his hand reaches over to gently tap at your elbow. He’s resting the menu down on the table as he waits for you to look up. “What?” You ask softly when you find Carlos smiling at you.
“Just wanted to say, I am happy we’re finally able to go out,” he says, foot gently poking yours under the table. You smile at his words, nudging his foot back playfully just as Maya comes back, this time with your coffees. Once she takes both your orders and your menus your hands wrap around the coffee cup, blowing off the steam. Carlos does the same, and as you wait for the cup to cool down a bit your eyes continue scanning the rest of the café.
The café was decorated modestly, a few plants here and there along with some newspapers framed and hung on the wall. It seemed quite local, the rest of the guests seemingly being from the town. You notice Maya and who seems to be the other server chatting up with an elderly woman a few tables down.
“How did you find this place?” You can’t help but ask Carlos who is also looking around the café. It’s clear that it’s his first time as well, being too interested in the way the wooden floor was built for it to be a place he would be familiar with.
“The receptionist recommended it to me last night, and was asking for a nice place to have breakfast.” Carlos says before taking a sip of his drink. He lets out a soft delighted sigh, setting the cup down. “Think they recommended a really good place.” He says with a smile and you can’t help but agree, settling a bit more in your seat.
The food comes by quite quickly, and if the coffee was to say anything, the food was somehow even better. You had ordered a plate of pancakes that was drenched in the best maple syrup you had probably ever tasted and Carlos looked happy too with his own stack of pancakes paired along with some bacon.
You both chat about everything and nothing all together, hunched over your plates as you exchange small quips. It’s nice and easy and for once you’re not thinking about anyone else apart from the person right in front of you.
By the time you eat your last bite you’re warm all over from the food and you lean back to your chair, letting out a content sigh. Carlos who’s finishing up his last bite simply watches you with a smile on his lips.
“All good around here?” You both tear your attention away from each other, soon facing Maya who is already carefully collecting your plates. In response, you bob your head quickly, giving her a wide smile before thanking her.
“The food was amazing, really.” You say, Carlos being quick to agree with you. Maya simply smiles at you both.
“I’m glad to hear that, it’s nice to see a nice young couple like you two come around. We don’t get a lot of new people, we usually run with regulars.” She says. Carlos and you both share a quick look at eachother when you hear her words.
For a second you realise you’re both waiting for one of you to correct her, but you’re both met with eachother’s silence. A warm feeling grows in your chest when Carlos breaks his gaze from yours, looking down at his coffee cup with a shy but sly smile.
“If we lived here we’d definitely be regulars,” You answer instead, laughing softly when Maya waves her hand at you.
“You’re both too sweet. Is there anything else I can get you?” She asks and despite how full you feel Carlos is butting in, asking for the muffin you had been eyeing on the counter when you both had arrived. Despite your argument of being full Carlos insists anyways, getting you to concede without much resistance.
Carlos looks far too excited for the muffin, claiming that it isn’t race week yet. He’s careful with cutting up the muffin in half before picking one piece up. You expect him to take a bite but he’s soon leaning forward, resting his free arm on the table before hovering the piece in front of you.
Your cheeks are burning red when you realise what he’s doing but you lean a bit over the table anyways, taking a careful bite before properly sitting back down. The acidity from the lemon mixes perfectly with the sweetness of the muffin and you can’t help but let out a soft groan.
“That’s good,” You say as Carlos takes his own bite, eyes going wide, clearly impressed too before he’s going for another.
You both agree not to tell Rupert that you order a second muffin after.
Before you leave you make sure to leave an extra tip in the jar (since Carlos had foot the bill without saying anything) with a promise to come back if you two were ever back in town. You’re both so stuffed though that for a moment you consider telling Carlos to turn the car around to go nap in the hotel. You don’t though, not because you don’t want to because you both don’t make it to the car, getting caught up by the window near a small second hand shop next to the café.
You’re both peeking through the window, looking over the little trinkets. “Let’s go in? We have some time still,” Carlos suggests, bumping his shoulder into yours and you’re soon following him in, hearing the little chime from the door just as it shuts behind you. The shop owner greets you from somewhere in the back and you both greet him back before looking around the store.
The store is like a little treasure chest, the lights dimmed to a warm yellow to match the earthy smell inside. It’s somehow cluttered perfectly, slightly slanted wooden shelves crammed together and delicately holding everything up.
You’re both looking around when you catch yourself from the corner of your eyes in a mirror. You slowly turn towards it, smiling when you see an oval mirror with a worn out gold frame. You’re focused on the frame, fingers delicately tracing the curves of the metal when Carlos slowly comes from behind you.
You smile at him through the mirror, not missing the way his hand gently goes to rest on your waist. “It’s a cute store,” You say softly, stepping a bit closer towards him so you’re properly side by side. His eyes stay on your reflection as you shift your attention to the other trinkets around the shelves. His fingers gently rub into your side pulling you a bit closer before moving his hand away. Instead of stepping away though he’s taking your hand in his, quietly intertwining your fingers instead. You drift your gaze back to the mirror, eyes meeting Carlos’ again.
“Let’s go hm?” He murmurs into your ear this time before giving your hand a squeeze. You squeeze his hand back, nodding as you watch Carlos come closer to press a kiss to your cheek.
The ride to your next destination is much closer this time and his hand stays on your thigh the whole drive there. You try your best to squeeze any information possible out of him but Carlos keeps his lips shut, refusing to tell you what’s next on the list.
It’s only when you’ve seen three of the same signs along the way that you realise where you’re both heading to, and your suspicions are confirmed when Carlos takes the turn towards the big aquarium sign on the side of the road. It feels all too familiar to ignore the swelling in your chest.
“Really?” You ask with a small smile and Carlos simply shrugs, glancing over at you.
“Think it’d be nice no?” He says, knowing exactly the memory that was crossing your mind.
You remember the summer all too well, the trip to Valencia that your parents had finally let you go on. It was a typical trip for all your friends. Oddly enough, you had never been able to join, your own family trips or plans usually getting in the way.
That summer though, you had managed to get your parents to agree to let you go, mainly for the fact that Carlos was going. During the past year with Carlos racing more, you two did not manage to see each other much. Despite this, you both stayed attached to the hip (or to say, the phone). Whenever you could you both would talk either through short phone calls or video calls.
You couldn’t even count the amount of times you or Carlos stayed up late or woke up earlier than necessary just to talk and catch up. Carlos had always been your best friend, but in the first years of his racing you truly realised what that meant.
The moment you both met in Valencia you had jumped into his arms, legs wrapping around his waist easily as he lifted you up. It’s still vivid, the moment you pulled away to look at him, and the sudden feeling you felt in your chest the instant your eyes met. You had seen it in his eyes too, even caught the little bit of fear in them as he set you down.
Both of you felt the shift, and suddenly all the teasing from your friends, the jokes of you two getting together felt a bit too real. None of you said anything though, and throughout the next week you both danced around each other.
It was normal, nothing had changed with the way you both were together. Little gestures that did not seem big before though began to cloud your mind, and drunk moments together had your heart in your throat.
Despite this none of you made a move. Not when you both were drunkenly singing along and dancing in the club, or even when you both were curled up into each other in the villa for a movie night.
Nothing happened that summer. Not until the last day when you both had decided to go to the aquarium.
To be fair, it wasn’t a date, or at least it wasn’t supposed to be one. The whole group had agreed to go visit the aquarium in Valencia, but after a late night with too many drinks, you and Carlos had been the only ones ready to go.
It wasn’t the best experience. The aquariums were far too bright, the tight and closed spaces with far too many people not being a good mix for two teenages with too strong hangovers. After almost an hour you both had decided to take a quick break at the side, having found a bit more of a secluded area with seats.
You remember it clearly, a soft blue glow shining over you both as the fishes were slowly swimming over you. Despite the beauty of it your eyes were shut, the hangover only having grown stronger. You were resting your head on Carlos’ shoulder, his head on top of yours. The soft chatter around you both was somehow lulling you to sleep but you managed to keep yourself awake by focusing on Carlos, who was explaining the different animals that were swimming by.
“I’m gonna be busy again after the summer,” Carlos had said quietly after a bit, enough to capture your attention and slowly get you to move to look at him. You remember how nervous he looked, fingers twitching as he fiddled with the hem of his shirt. “I’m really happy we got to do this.” He said with a small smile and you had reached over to his hands, holding onto them.
“I’m happy too, I can’t wait to see you race again though.” You say with a smile as your thumbs slowly rub over his hands. “I’m gonna miss you but we’re going to talk,” You promise and Carlos simply nodded, taking a deep breath.
“I’m going to miss you too,” Carlos says, and you’re not sure if it’s the way he had said it or if it was the way his eyes were peering into you that you feel a pang in your chest. The world suddenly slows down, the outside chatter nonexistent.
Carlos slowly guides your hand to his thigh and your heart feels like it's beating out of your chest the moment he slowly moves closer. You don’t stop him though, not when he asks you if it’s okay, or when his lips are practically ghosting yours. Instead you’re moving closer as well, closing the gap between you both.
None of your friends questioned you when you arrived back at the villa, fingers intertwined with flushed cheeks and reserved smiles.
“So, jellyfish,” Carlos says once you both pass the security. He’s already pointing to the corner of the first aquarium, gently pulling you by your hand. “Did you know they’re 95% water?” He asks with a smile.
“I think someone might have mentioned that before,” You answer, not missing the way Carlos’ smile only grew bigger.
Maybe you were ready to start new again.
fin.
ch. 14 coming (soon?)
a/n: as always i hope u enjoyed,, sorry for the long wait. i hope i can get ch. 14 out soon!! i will try my best to work on it once i can <3. sending all the love always and would love to hear what you think !
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The Ghost King (of Miscommunication)
Breaking these into a new post to avoid people having to scroll five miles to find the new one 😅
Parts 1 -12: https://www.tumblr.com/mutable-manifestation/701038878865375232/part-12-guys-guys-guys-jason-todd-was-46-when
Part 13! (this post)
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Wulf followed silently as Jason and his human family rushed through a… cylinder of some sort?
Upon coming through the other side, Wulf was met with another high-tech room and a window that showed the Earth from above.
He took the opportunity to briefly phase through the window to check, and then he was in space. It wasn’t just one of those projected images that Tucker was so fond of.
He returned to Jason’s side just before the next door shut behind the group - he’d have to tell Danny about the strange cylinder. It seemed like the kind of thing he’d love, if he wasn’t already aware of it.
Sam and Tucker too, for that matter; Sam would love any potentially green and efficient transportation method and Tucker would love to take it apart and see how it works.
The reason for their journey became clear when they reached a medical room. Being a halfa, Jason’s human side would need care as well - Frostbite was more than capable of managing both after years of looking after Danny, but it never hurt to be too careful.
Especially when the boy’s core formation had been so troubled.
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“-and then I flew back ho- to the mansion.”
By the time Jason reaches the mansion and finishes explaining his absence 53 minutes, a full medical check-up, and way too many tears have elapsed.
Some of the tears come when they can’t find a pulse.
Most of the tears come when he tells them that the pit rage is gone.
When he says that he missed them.
When he almost calls the mansion home.
Jason isn’t sure how well things are going to go - doesn’t know if he’ll be able to escape the deadline closing in like a noose around his throat - but for now he basks in the care and affection being offered to him.
Bruce’s hand on his shoulder on the walk through the Zeta Tube, Dick and Cass’s hair ruffles, Tim and Damian’s gentle shoulder-checks, Steph and Barbara’s protective actions as they stare at every corner or flip through every camera like they can make the Watchtower even more of a secure fortress than it already is, and Alfred’s steady presence all wrap around him like a cool morning mist.
For just a moment that noose feels a little less real.
Bruce and Barbara have both been tapping away on their phones ever since they arrived in the Watchtower’s medbay - Jason knows they’re listening, though.
His guesses about the reason are confirmed when they arrive at a conference room and find Superman, The Flash, and Martian Manhunter already present.
It’s more than Jason had expected with as last-minute as this was, but less than he’d hoped. If they weren’t here by now, any others that had been contacted were unlikely to make the deadline.
He ignored the stares boring into him the moment he drifted in behind Batman, the shock and concern that grew when they looked at him and again when they saw Alfred in his domino mask - a seemingly civilian unknown entering with Batman and crew.
Jason hadn’t wanted to be separated from any of them. Bruce and Alfred had been willing to indulge him.
The Leaguers’ growing attentiveness set Jason’s teeth on edge; his fears felt a bit more real for it.
He shoved his feelings to the pit of his stomach and steeled his will.
Time for explanation: take two.
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The new room they enter contains someone Wulf knows of - the hero Superman. He’s a bit like Danny had been; protecting the living, if not ghosts.
Wulf can’t fault him for that; the man is no halfa and there has been a distinct lack of stable, unguarded portals in the last 80 or so years.
He’s a dedicated guy, from what little Wulf can recall. He remembers hearing about a hero group that formed, and looking at the two next to him he thinks this might be it.
Taking a closer look at Jason’s family, he suspects they might be heroes as well despite the difference in overall theme - the dark, subtle colors versus the flashy shine the other three have decorated themselves with.
It’s incredibly rare for ghosts to change clothing outside of special occasions (or imprisonment), so Wulf hadn’t thought to note it as odd sooner.
He smiles; how fitting that Danny had adopted a hero child.
Still, the number of empty seats at the table even after everyone present is sitting has Wulf worried; the line between friends and family tended to blur, and allies tended to be or become friends.
That looks like an awful lot of living family, and Wulf has to wonder if Jason gave Danny a concrete number of expected human guests - for the Introductory Celebration if not a sooner visit.
It’s a moment's work to send off a text - Tucker and Technus’ collaborative devices proving their value once again - on a phone which, thankfully, he’d already had on silent.
Danny’s response is as swift as it is frantic.
[His LIVING FAMILY!??? He never even mentioned them! Does he seem happy? Oh what if he didn’t tell me because he wasn’t sure they would accept him anymore! Did they? Do they seem nice? Do they seem mean? Well, you would have extracted him by now if they were mean but does he seem resigned or anything or is everything okay???]
Wulf swallows down the teasing laugh that attempts to climb out.
[He was incredibly enthusiastic to see them. He was hesitant to show his new appearance but reactions were nothing but positive. Σ:)]
[Oh thank goodness. Okay, okay. More family! And the living! :D]
[WULF WE DON’T HAVE HUMAN FOOD! ASHGFJ]
[YES please give me a number when you can, I’m gonna go get Spike on guest rooms]
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dear lord everytime I skim over prev chapters to avoid timeline issues I find another incredibly cringe spelling error. Saw summarizing misspelled as summarizes and honestly felt my soul leave my body.
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Fresh Start - Day 14 (Part 3)
Hi everyone! Yeah, it's here. The end (for now) of Fresh Start. I hope this gives you all the ending that you were looking for!
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Previous Parts:
Days 4 & 5 | Day 6 | Day 7 | Days 8 & 9 | Days 10 & 11 | Day 12-A | Day 12-B | Day 13-A | Day 13-B | Day 13-C | Day 14-A | Day 14-B
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Day 14 - Evening
You step out of your bathroom in a towel, your damp hair down to let it finish drying. You always needed to shower as soon as you got home after a flight; airplanes made you feel gross. You feel clean and a bit more relaxed, but still exhausted; it had not been an enjoyable journey.
You hadn’t shed more than a few tears between exiting Terry’s limo and walking through your own front door, and you suppose you were proud of yourself for managing to keep it together. If anything, you had been numb most of the way home, staring blankly into space and thinking about nothing; it was easier than thinking about everything you were leaving behind.
The minute you walked through your own front door though, you had fallen apart. Being home really seemed to confirm the fact that you were away from Terry, as silly as that sounded. You missed him terribly already… it felt like some invisible force was trying to pull you back to California, to him.
To make matters worse, your ex had come by while you were away to move out the rest of his things. You had arranged it with him before you had left for your trip, but coming home to your place half empty was oddly unsettling. So many memories had left with the furniture. This didn’t even really feel like home anymore, and it made you feel even worse. It also didn’t help that all of your memories of this space involved your ex, and your relationship. They weren’t bad memories, but they make you feel guilty for some reason, like you were being unfaithful to Terry by being in the apartment you’d shared with your ex.
Sighing to yourself, you walk over to your suitcase – you had tossed it on your bed when you’d gotten home. You may as well unpack now and get it over with; maybe it would make it easier to convince yourself that you were back to reality, and make the space feel more lived in again. You tug the zipper around and flip the top open, almost bursting into tears when you see what’s inside.
Terry had left you a surprise, since you had insisted on leaving your book with him, and true to your word, you hadn’t peeked before now. There, laying right on top of your things, is the shirt of Terry’s that you’d been sleeping in the past few nights. Gingerly, you pick it up, bringing it to your face; it still smells like his cologne. That thoughtful, wonderful man…
Dropping your towel, you throw the shirt on, immediately feeling so much better. It obviously wasn’t as good as being in his arms again, but it did almost feel like a hug from him. Unable to keep the smile off your face, you hum to yourself as you unpack your things before heading into the kitchen to eat the food you’d picked up on the way home.
Sitting at the kitchen counter, you munch on a pizza slice, scrolling through your phone and the pictures you’d taken when you and Terry had visited the botanical gardens. You hadn’t taken any of Terry, or even of yourself – you’d been too nervous at the time – but just looking at the things you’d seen together has you missing him more and more. Somehow, your sense of home had migrated to California with you, and this place just wasn’t the same anymore. You knew exactly where you wanted to be.
Biting your lip, you start doing some Google searches on your phone; just to plan for the future, you tell yourself. It wasn’t like you’d need to move all of your things…
Your phone vibrates in your hand, and you see that your mom is calling. Reluctantly, you answer.
“Hey mom, sorry I forgot to message you. I’m home safe, just unpacking.”
“I’ve been waiting to hear from you for days, Y/N. You’re normally much better at responding to my calls.”
“I’m sorry, mom, it was a busy trip.”
“And just what did you get up to that kept you from sending your mother an email?”
“I was on vacation mom, exploring the city! I did a lot of day trips, went to a botanical garden, a museum, the beach…”
“Alone?” she asks suspiciously. You walk towards your bedroom, pausing to lightly bang your head against the doorframe as you do. Could she not just leave things alone?
“You know I don’t have any friends in L.A., mom,” you say exasperatedly, avoiding answering the question. Terry was far more than a friend at this point…
“What about the gentleman that called me about your lost wallet?”
You try to keep the smile out of your voice as you respond; just the thought of Terry has you beaming. “I told you, mom, he’s just a guy that found my wallet. We weren’t on a date.” That was true, at least…
“So you couldn’t find a man in all of L.A.?”
“I wasn’t really looking, mom. You know that.” Again, you sidestep the question. Technically, you were being honest; you’d fought tooth and nail to deny your feelings for Terry, and his feelings for you, for those brief horrible hours the other night. You hadn’t wanted this to happen, and you’re still so happy that it did.
“Well, I guess that’s alright. I’ve been talking you up to some of the ladies in my office, and I’m sure one of their sons will be calling soon to take you out.”
“No!” you all but shriek into the phone. Just the thought of being set up with anyone else, having any man other than Terry looking at you with romantic intentions, has you feeling disgusted.
“Y/N, what has gotten into you?!” you mother snaps at you, appalled.
You swallow, trying to calm yourself and come up with an adequate explanation all at the same time.
“Sorry, mom. I didn’t mean to yell. I know that your heart is in the right place, but I’m really not looking for a new relationship right now.”
There was no way you were telling her about Terry. You didn’t want her anywhere near this relationship, near him, especially in these early stages of your relationship. Being in L.A. would make this so much easier…
“I actually did meet someone mom, but –” You’re cut off by her shrieking into the phone now. You roll your eyes, wanting to be convincing. Playing with the hem of Terry’s shirt, you imagine that he’d be very entertained by the conversation you were having right now, and the thought has you smiling softly to yourself as you picture him sitting on your bed, his mouth quirked in an amused smile.
“–But it wasn’t like that,” you insist, trying to reclaim her focus. “It was someone who works at the parent company for one of the places I’m scheduled to interview at here next week. She was nice, we met on the beach and got to talking on one of my first days there. She told me I’d be a great fit for another job opening… in California.”
“You’re moving to California!? Are you crazy? You were there for two weeks and you’re just going to leave your family and everything you know at the drop of a hat? You are being completely irresponsible, Y/N, and–”
“Mom!” you cut her off, frustrated. You briefly wonder what her response would be if you told her the truth. Yeah mom, I met a rich, handsome billionaire and we’re in love. I want to go live with him. By the way, he’s older than you and dad…
“I didn’t say yes!” you tell her instead. “I would still have to interview for it, but I told her I’d think about it.” There, hopefully that would calm her down.
“You can’t move across the country by yourself, Y/N! If you were with someone, then sure, maybe, but you need a partner. You can’t do this alone.”
“People relocate for work all the time, mom! I would be perfectly fine on my own.” You don’t think you’ve ever been so frustrated by a conversation based on a completely made-up scenario; somehow it made this whole thing even more annoying.
“Look, I don’t want to fight with you. I’m tired, I’ve had a long day of travel, and I have a lot of thinking to do. I’ll talk to you later, mom. I love you. Bye.”
Hanging up, you toss your phone onto your bed with a bit more force than necessary. You use the energy that has built up from your argument rearranging some of the furniture; now that so much of it was missing, you needed to shuffle things around to get rid of the large, empty spaces that littered your bedroom.
Your phone vibrates again when you’re in the middle of pushing a heavy dresser, and you growl; your mother didn’t know when to just drop it. Angrily, you snatch your phone off the bed and answer it.
“Alright fine, you caught me – I did meet someone. He knocked me up, actually; it’s triplets!”
“What a lovely way to be given the news of my impending fatherhood, Y/N.”
“Terry!” you exclaim happily, before the embarrassment sets in. You drag a hand down your face, feeling like an idiot; a lesser man would’ve definitely hung up and run screaming by now. “I’m sorry, I thought you were my mom calling me back; I got mad and hung up on her awhile ago… I haven’t scared you off, have I?” you ask nervously, biting your thumbnail.
Terry is quiet for a moment, and you start to worry.
“It would take much more than that to keep me away from you.”
Had his voice always been quite this deep and husky? Or were you just noticing it more because you weren’t able to be distracted by the sight of him right now?
“You didn’t seem like the type to scare easily,” you joke, “But good to know. I’m glad you called.” It was true; the second you heard his voice you felt your whole body relax.
“I missed hearing your voice. I’ve gotten used to having you around.”
“I know what you mean – witty banter is a lot harder when it’s just me.”
“You talk enough for two, I’m sure you’re managing,” he teases, and you make a grumpy noise to convey your displeasure, smiling all the while. God, you missed the way you poked at each other; it was quickly becoming your favourite pastime.
“How was the rest of your day?” you ask, pointedly changing the subject, and you hear him snicker at your change in tone.
“Fine, boring. And yours? How was your flight?”
“Long and uneventful. I haven’t done much else with my day.”
Should you tell him what you’d spent most of your time home doing? What you’d been researching? Was it too soon? It was much harder gaging his responses to things when you weren’t able to see him.
“…Have you unpacked yet?” Terry asks, clearly fishing for something. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out what.
“Yes, Terry, I found your surprise,” you say with mock exasperation, running the fingers of your other hand across the fabric of his shirt fondly. “Thank you, it was a wonderful surprise.”
“And are you wearing it?” he asks, his voice dropping an octave and taking on a husky quality.
“Maaaybe…” you tease, flopping back onto your bed with a coy smile.
“What else are you wearing?” he asks, his voice becoming even more seductive tone.
“Why are you trying to torment yourself, Terry?” you ask, giggling at his antics. His sex drive clearly hadn’t been tamped down by your departure; you could relate.
“Answer the question.” He’s using that firm, commanding tone now, the one that makes your whole body clench in desire. Yes, you were definitely looking forward to letting him have his way with you at the earliest opportunity…
“I can’t!” you tell him truthfully, refusing to elaborate.
“And why not?”
“I’m not wearing anything else,” you inform him cheekily.
You hear a quiet growling noise that makes you giggle even as it turns you on.
“What was that?” you ask in your most innocent voice.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Uh-huh. I don’t know what you expected, trying to initiate phone sex.”
“Phone sex?” he asks. He falls quiet for a long moment, and you can tell that he’s thinking the concept over. “Interesting. As enjoyable as that would be, I’m going to insist on having you here in person the first time I make you come from my words alone; I want to watch,” he purrs, and a shiver runs through you.
“Then you’d better stop talking like that right now, Mr. Silver,” you warn, only half-joking. You’re starting to get very turned on.
“Fine.” You can hear his pout as he heeds your warning. You share his sentiment; phone sex could be a very fun thing to try out while you were regrettably apart.
“So, did you just call to ask me what I’m wearing?” you ask lightly, changing the subject again; it always seemed to return to something sexual. Terry was a hard man to deter when he set his mind on something.
“No. I called because I miss you,” he says curtly, but you can hear the yearning in his tone. Was he a little embarrassed about how much he missed you? The thought makes your heart melt.
“I miss you too, love,” you tell him sincerely, not wanting him to feel self-conscious about his own feelings. You get a rush of giddiness at the knowledge that you could call him love; doing so has your heart fluttering in your chest; it had never felt so natural or so right with anyone else. Still, these feelings drive home the fact that your love is on the other side of the country, so far away from you, and you find yourself quickly spiraling down from the brief high that Terry’s call had initially made you feel.
“Happy to be home?” he asks, and he seems genuine, but the question gets your hackles up.
“You know I’m not, Terry,” you snap at him, but then you check yourself. “Sorry, that sounded mean.”
“I would say it was rather tame for you,” he jokes. He always excused so much of your terrible behaviour… how on earth had you possibly managed to win his heart?
“But I did mean it,” you continue. You didn’t really want to talk about these things with Terry; it would likely just make both of you feel bad, but you were really trying to be honest and upfront with your emotions, Victor’s words ringing in your mind. “It just doesn’t really feel like I’m home, especially since the place is half empty now.”
“Were you robbed?” he asks with a slight chuckle, but you detect an underlying note of concern in his voice.
“No, my ex came back while I was away and moved out the rest of his stuff. We’d been putting it off for awhile.”
There is no response.
“Terry?” you ask hesitantly, feeling a sense of dread at his silence.
“…you’re living in the place you lived in with your ex?” He sounds anxious, and not at all happy when he replies.
You bite back a groan, but a deep sigh manages to escape you. You knew you should’ve kept your mouth shut, honesty be damned.
“Terry, we’ve been over this. We broke up months ago, amicably. We’ve both moved on. I knew he was coming to do it while I was away, I just wasn’t expecting it when I walked through the door. There’s no reason to be jealous; he’s fully out of my life,” you say, trying to use a calm, soothing voice.
“I’m not jealous, I’m indignant.” He huffs, and you can picture the grumpy frown he’s likely wearing. Strangely, his behaviour makes you want to push him further. Jealousy would probably look really good on him…
“You’re kind of adorable when you’re jealous,” you tease, hoping to provoke him.
“Come over there and show you adorable…” he mutters under his breath. You bite back the giggle that threatens to escape you, a result of both your amusement and growing desire.
“Terry?” you call his name, trying to reclaim his attention.
“What?”
“I love you,” you say sweetly.
“I love you too, Y/N.” You would never get tired of hearing him say that; just hearing him say your name the way he did makes you tingle all over.
“Will you let me talk without getting all grumpy?” you ask him patronizingly, trying to get back on track.
“I am perfectly capable of having a conversation, my dear,” he grumbles, letting out a cute little ‘harrumph!’ noise.
“Good enough for me!” you say cheerily, before pausing to take a breath. You would tell him now – it would certainly help bring his mood up. Or, at least you hope it will.
“Like I was saying, home hasn’t really felt like home since I’ve been back. I’ve actually… spent most of the evening looking at moving companies that drive cross-country.”
You bite your lip, waiting to see how he’ll take that little bit of news. Would he still want you? What if it was too soon?
There’s another stretch of silence that feels like it goes on forever, before you hear Terry let out a quiet laugh.
“Terry?” you call his name again, nervously this time.
“I spent most of your flight doing the same thing,” he confesses in a slightly breathless voice.
“…Really?!” you can’t contain your excitement and relief, nearly shrieking the word into the phone. Oh, thank God…
“As it turns out, I may not be as patient as I said I would be.”
“That’s alright with me; I’ve fallen for you far ahead of schedule.”
“I’ll send you the options I think are best. Let me know which you’d prefer and I will organize the move when you’re ready so they’ll treat your things with the respect they deserve.” There’s a warning in his tone, and you know it’s not meant for you, but for any hypothetical movers who dared to be careless with your boxes. You hope they know who they’ll be dealing with.
“Show-off,” you tease, wanting to rile him up again. You’re thrilled to hear that you’re on the same page, for once. Apparently all it had taken was a couple thousand miles between you for you to really know what you want.
“That’s nothing; just wait until I send the private plane for you,” he threatens, but you get the sense that the teasing is over; he’s entirely serious.
“Will you be onthe plane?” you ask pointedly. There was no way you would let him send a plane just for you. Even if he was on the plane it was a ridiculous thing to do, but you knew you wouldn’t be able to resist the opportunity to see him hours sooner.
“I could be...” he says neutrally, and you roll your eyes. He always wanted to hear you say that you wanted him. You were normally more than happy to oblige, but he was such a spoiled brat sometimes.
“If you’ll be my flight attendant, I’ll allow it; otherwise it’s economy class for me!” you inform him cheerily, and you can almost hear him rolling his eyes at the very suggestion.
“Then I will definitely be coming to get you,” he says decisively, his disdain at the thought of you sitting amongst your fellow commonfolk on a plane very apparent in his tone.
“I never thought I’d join the Mile High club, but I imagine that’ll be an inevitability with you,” you comment offhandedly, trying not to giggle at the thought. You hear a sharp intake of breath on the other line that gets your blood pumping.
“I’m liking this plan more and more; you trapped on a plane with me for hours. I’ll have you over your embarrassment about moaning where others can hear you by the time we land, provided you don’t end up distracting the pilot.”
Your cheeks redden at the thought, and you collapse into a brief fit of breathless giggles that gradually turn into a yawn.
“Tired, love? You’ve had a long day,” Terry says gently, his voice tinged with concern.
“Yeah, I guess so.” A long day was a bit of an understatement; your emotions had been on a near-constant rollercoaster of peaks and valleys for days now, and it had taken a lot out of you. “But I don’t wanna sleep,” you whine petulantly, even as you burrow into your bed and turn out the light. “Wanna talk to you…”
You hear Terry chuckle under his breath.
“As charmed as I am by you right now, you should rest, my love. We can talk more tomorrow, start planning your move?” Though he’s keeping his voice quiet and calming, you can detect the undercurrent of excitement in his words.
“So pushy, Mr. Silver,” you tease, feeling your own excitement reflected in your words.
“Act aloof all you want, Y/N, but you’ve shown your hand. I know how much you want to be back here with me,” he says smugly.
“Yeah, I do,” you agree softly. “More than anything.”
Terry hums in contentment, and the sound lulls you further into your drowsy state.
“Goodnight, princess,” he murmurs. “I’ll see you soon.”
“’Night, Terry. Love you,” you reply, managing to end the call and toss your phone onto your bedside table before falling asleep. Deeply inhaling, you breathe in Terry’s scent from your shirt, and that helps you relax.
You hadn’t decided on a ‘When?’ for your move other than ‘Soon,’ or talked about if you would be finding your own place in L.A. or moving into Terry’s home, or his bedroom… But for the first time in a long time, you find that you’re not at all worried about making these kinds of decisions.
You’d figure it out when you got there. It was a fresh start.
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Wednesday, the final day of practice before the game on Saturday and Evelyn was going all out. But unlike Sunday, she wasn’t mad, she just wanted everyone to do good and to do their best and that meant going absolutely nuts when practicing. She managed, also, to keep the gym empty for more than the two hours they’d usually be there, making sure everyone would be in top tier shape.
The girls also found out that Evelyn had tattoos. Well, just one.
For the first time she showed up wearing only a purple crop top that left her stomach exposed. They’ve only see her wearing large shirts, they couldn’t have known that their friend had a tattoo of a raven with its wings open wide on her stomach and arrows piercing through its body, the words ‘pulvis et umbra sumus’ -we are dust and shadow -written above her belly button and below the raven in black bold letters.
“Of course she’d have a tattoo in latin.” Shells mumbled, watching Evelyn fix her lycra shorts over her waist, “Why am I not surprised?”
“It is a nice tatoo though.” Beatrice added, having tattoos herself albeit much smaller, she could admire the craftsmanship, adjusting her ponytail when she felt it sliding down the back of her head. Shells however, looked back at the gym double doors with her lips pursed, “Are you waiting on someone?”
“Who? Me?” The blonde is anything but subtle, and it reminds of the time at the beach where they had the game with Hangman, “...Maybe.”
“...Does Evelyn know?”
“Nah.”
Beatrice blinked, ‘Don’t you think she should tho? She’s the team captain.”
Shells purses her lips, with her hands propped on the curve of her waist, “...nah.” she repeats, giving her friend a wide toothy smile that just screamed ‘i did something for the heck of it’. And knowing Shells, it wouldn’t be surprising. Beatrice just huffed a laugh, stretching her arms over her head with a pleased grunt once she felt her joints popping.
Shells however, pulled out her phone, covering the screen with her opposite hand and smirking, which made Beatrice frown, “What are you planning?” she questions as the others are busy drinking water and far away from them. She would never look over someone's conversations…but she tried, tilting her head up to see what Shells was hiding from her, “Shells.”
“What?” the blonde questioned, sliding her phone into her sweatpants pocket with a shrug, still smiling, clearly amused by her friend’s suspicious gaze. Not long after that, they all hear the double doors open, with the sound of footsteps following just behind.
Evelyn, who was the closest to the door narrowed her eyes before muttering, “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”
Beatrice blinked her wide eyes when she saw her boyfriend and the other officers marching in, all of them in workout clothes with Hangman being the one in front. Rooster looked around for a bit before his eyes met Bea’s, a brilliant smile on his face as she walked away from Shells to meet him, “Hey, gorgeous.” he coos, pecking her lips in a greeting when she’s in front of him.
“Hey,” her eyebrows furrow after pulling back, “Roos…what are you doing here?”
He looks at her then to Shells who’s hugging Bob closer to herself, then to Evelyn who looked less than amused. Realization slowly dawned on his face, “...Shells said you guys needed another team to train.” he says softly, furrowing his eyebrows “Because Evelyn asked.”
Beatrice widened her eyes, turning her neck to see Evelyn, who stood close by, immediately narrowed her eyes towards the blonde with her arms crossed. She stepped close, grabbing Shells by the arm and tugging her aside and away from Bob. “Oh…no, be right back,” she kissed him one last time before rushing to where the two women were currently discussing something quietly.
Evelyn was taller than pretty much all the girls, Bea was almost sure she was almost as tall as Bradley, so her towering figure over Shells was a bit intimidating. She caught parts of the conversation as she got closer, her blonde friend still grinning with her shoulders going up in a shrug as she heard “I thought it was a good idea,” coming out of her mouth.
Beatrice stood nearby, watching Evelyn place her hands on her hips like a disappointed mother, “You lied to bring them here by using my name.”
“Well, lying is a bit of a rough word.” Shells began, “I…tricked them by using your name.”
“...that makes me feel so much better Shells, thank you.” Evelyn scoffs, shaking her head while looking over her shoulder to where the officers stood close together, the other girls coming closer to understand what the hell was going on.
“I mean, honestly don’t you think it makes sense?” Shells asks, crossing her arms, “We’ll never know how good we got unless we play with someone else that isn’t us.” Beatrice had to admit that their friend had a very fair point, they’ve been training together three by three ever since they got there, it’d be nice to have someone else to train with.
Carmen then parts her mouth, “You know,” Evelyn snaps her head in her direction, ‘I hate to say it but…Shells has a good point.” The team captain looks at the other woman like she’s crazy, but Carmen just shrugs, “I mean, how the hell are we going to do it? We’ve been separating the team to train.” Shells gestures to Carmen with her eyebrows up in a ‘see?’ expression.
Jennifer and Eliza nod in agreement, with the youngest of the two looking back at the officers, “I mean, as long as they are nice with us I don’t know why not?” Shells gestures even more, shaking her hand for emphasis “If that’s okay with you,Ev. You are the team captain.”
Evelyn looked at each of them, excluding Shells who looked way too smug for her own liking, then back at the group of officers waiting for her to say something. She chewed her lower lip, exhaling heavily through her nose, “Fine, whatever.” she tosses her hand in the air, rolling her eyes when Shells throws both of her fists in the air with a loud ‘yes!’. “Tell them to make it to six, they have too many people.”
Shells rushed to the other side, with a huge smile on her face as she told them what to do. Halo,Phoenix and Bob went to the side sitting on the benches by the walls while the rest became a team of six. Rooster,Hangman,Payback,Coyote, Fanboy and Bob became their opposite team, “Done!”
“Lovely.” Evelyn said in her less than enthused voice, walking ahead to get closer to the net, “Who’s the team captain?” Hangman immediately lifts his arm with a smirk, ‘Of course you are.”
“We’ll be face to face sweetheart.” he says, “Isn’t that something?”
“Sure.” Evelyn sighs, looking back at the others as they got into their positions already, “Who’s going to count our score?” she turns her head to where the other three sat, with Phoenix raising her hand in response. “Alright, good. The first one that hits ten points, wins.”
Beatrice fixed her ponytail yet again, looking back to where Bradley was and she shouldn’t be surprised they were exact opposites. He met her gaze with a little grin, one she reciprocated with her face flushed, looking back at Evelyn when she noticed Jake was still talking.
“Let’s make a bet, sweetheart.” Evelyn was silent but she raised her eyebrow, “If we win, I get to take you out for dinner. Wherever you’d like to go.”
“You seem very confident you’ll win.” she says in a calm voice, spinning the ball on its axis on her palm, just like Beatrice did at the beach, “Which is hilarious really.”
“Well, say your part of the bet then.”
“Oh no, you don’t get to hear that yet.” she smirks, tossing the ball over her shoulder towards Beatrice who catches in mid air, “You just wait.” Evelyn had a way around the court that exuded confidence, so much that Jake just allowed her to give him that answer, absolutely mesmerized by her walking farther from the net to keep the distance between the two.
Evelyn looked back at Beatrice, who nodded at her little sign to get ready. The other girls had no idea what to expect, honestly feeling a bit intimidated by the muscular officers in front of them. Phoenix comes closer to the net, with a coin pinched between her index and middle fingers, “Okay, head or tails?”
“Tails.” Evelyn says quickly, keeping her eyes on Jake only moving her gaze away when she hears the light sound of metal being hit, following the coin as it flips up in the air for a couple seconds then falls down to the ground with another tinkling sound. It spins once, then twice, then stops…head first.
Jake smirks, “Well, better luck next time, sweetheart.” he says, opening his palm to her so he could take the ball. Beatrice walks up to Evelyn to give her the ball, and the woman slams the volleyball on the square of his chest, keeping it there before he grabs it from her hand.
“We’ll see.” Those are her final words before she backs away again, regaining the position she was before. All the girls had their eyes on the opposite team, but the guys noticed they looked more focused than distracted, even Bradley remembered how focused Bea was during a casual game at the beach.
The girls watched in complete silence, Evelyn having her eyes narrowed just enough, as Bradley spiked the ball - very nicely too, making Beatrice smile proudly- and the girls in front immediately blocked it from getting to their side, rallying amongst each other then tossing it back on the opposite side of the court with a slam.
Phoenix blinked, opening her phone to write down the score of 1-0, before her and Halo cheered the girls with claps, to which Hangman frowned, “Hey!” he gestured to the male officers then back at the two women “What side are you guys on?”
“Whoever wins!” Phoenix laughs, making the blonde aviator grumble in annoyance before he meets Evelyn’s smug brown colored eyes across the court, the woman supporting her weight on her knees and maintaining eye contact. The ball rolls to the girls’ side and the team turns clockwise, meaning that now Hangman and Eliza are facing each other instead.
Phoenix and Halo watched the game with interest, the two women sitting side by side with their hands supporting their chins as they watched the girls’ score get higher and higher for a good while, until the boys finally managed to score a point. It didn’t seem to bother Evelyn at all, she was still calm and collected, watching the male officers with the gaze of a hawk.
Whatever sort of silent language the girls had, it was working, because they were fast - very fast- blocking and tallying their shots every now and again. Of course they weren’t invincible, but they were able to prevent the boys’ score from getting higher for a good while.
It wasn’t until both teams rotated so that Bradley and Beatrice were looking at each other across the net, the brunette not being able to hold back her smile ,”You are doing pretty good.”
Bradley panted, laughing softly, licking his dry lips before speaking, “You guys are giving us a run for our money though, gorgeous.” he wiped a bead of sweat that trailed down his temple with the back of his wrist, dropping his gaze down her thick thighs while using his hand to shield his eyes.
“Brad,” he lowers his hand, seeing his girlfriend narrow her eyes playfully, “Are you ogling me?”
It takes him a few seconds, but he chuckles, “Yeah. I am…why don’t we come up with a bet of our own?” she blinks at him, waiting for him to continue, “Whoever loses does anything the other wants. Doesn’t have to be later today - but it would still be very nice if it was - think of it as…a ticket you can use whenever you want.”
She laughs softly, looking back at her own team seeing they are all talking amongst each other before they start again, “Anything?” his eyes darken but he nods, “...okay,I’m game. Seems a better option than what Hangman offered Evelyn.”
Bradley smirked, leaning closer to the net until their faces were inches apart, with the only thing separating the two was the square mesh which didn’t prevent his hot breath from hitting Beatrice’s lips, “Good, because I already have a few ideas in mind.”
“Oh?” she counters, arching her eyebrow at him, “You think you guys will still win?” her confident response being followed by her amused laugh only made his smile widen, “That’s very funny Brad.”
“Is it? It’s like you have ideas of your own.”
Much like he did to her minutes ago, Beatrice let her green eyes drag down the whole length of his body then back up, rolling her lower lip into her mouth with a smile, “Maybe I do.” she says breathily, meeting his low lidded stare and enjoying how he seemed to be focused on–
“If you two stop the eye fucking during the game,we’d appreciate it a whole lot.” comes Evelyn’s voice from behind, making Beatrice blush a light red and the others - especially Shells- laugh in return. Beatrice gives Bradley one final glance before she steps farther from the net with him doing just the same with the smirk still present on his face. The brunette sent the team captain an apologetic smile and a shrug, to which Evelyn just shook her head with the ghost of an amused smile.
When Bradley took the stand as the middle blocker, something happened with their team. Beatrice wasn’t distracted, no matter if she could see the muscles rippling when he jumped or how his thighs flexed under the soft shorts he wore, she had a job to do…but Bradley was determined to win it seemed. When the ball hit their side of the court, after much tallying back and forth, she looked back at her boyfriend with wide eyes, the pilot holding up his finger to signal they just made another point against them.
Beatrice huffed, she loved Bradley, but she had no plans in losing either. She kept her eyes on him when his team rotated yet again thinking that he just did that because he wanted to throw her off a bit. But they continued like that, this back and forth with points until they were both neck in neck with their scores.
9-9 for both. They had to make one point to end this game, which while friendly, brought the most competitive side out of the girls and that was what Evelyn wanted. She should thank Shells once the game is done with.
Beatrice and Bradley met their gazes yet again, but they were back to their original positions when the game started. Her boyfriend just gave her another cheeky smile, waggling his eyebrows at her as she tossed the ball from hand to hand. She tsked under her breath, bouncing a bit on her feet to gain momentum before she leaped and spiked the ball over the net.
The boys blocked it, tossing amongst each other before trying to gain another point, but now all of them were on high alert. The two female officers watching couldn’t say how long they saw the ball bouncing around without hitting any sides of the court, but it was incredibly amusing to see them try to score a point.
Beatrice widened her eyes at a sudden spike from Fanboy, the ball going from Carmen to Jennifer then towards her. She had to kill this one. So she had no other doubts but to put her arms in the dig position and slam the inside of her wrists to the ball that immediately flung over the net. There was a scramble of voices, the squeak of sneakers running on the boys’ side of the court as they tried to prevent it, but the ball hit the hard floor signaling Beatrice's team’s victory.
The girls shouted with elation, hugging each other and especially hugging Beatrice who gave their team the victory shot, Evelyn ruffling her hair so much some of it came out of her ponytail. All of them were panting and huffing with exertion, Jake being the one that handed the ball over back to Evelyn, “Well,” he pants, “You won. What’s your part of the bet?”
Evelyn held the ball on the curve of her waist, her chest still heaving, “My part of the bet, well…” she thought about it, “...If we win on Saturday, you get to take me out.”
“...wait, but–”
“Take it or leave it.” Evelyn’s full lips curl into an amused smile, “Do you want to go out with me?” he clacks his mouth shut and nods, “Then you should wait until Saturday and hope we win. Be a patient boy.” she chuckles, tapping his wet cheek twice before she walks away to set the ball back inside the gym’s storage room.
Beatrice looked up when she felt Bradley’s presence right next to her, his tall frame blocking some of the fluorescent lights above their heads, “So…” she drawls, tilting her head at him, “We won.” he hums positively, smirking a bit to himself, “And I guess I have my ticket now don’t I?”
“You do, pretty girl.” he coos, leaning down to whisper against her ear, “When do you plan on using it?’
“Oh,I don’t know.” with the other officers talking to the girls, introducing themselves really, they weren’t paying attention to Rooster and Bea, so she draped her arms over his sweaty neck “I’ll have to think about it.”
Rooster chuckles, “Fair.” he says before kissing her lips, breaking apart with a soft smack, tucking a wet strand of hair behind her ear, “You guys were great, you’ll do amazing this Saturday.”
Beatrice’s smile softened, “I hope so, Roos…you guys weren’t that bad either you know?” she says, rubbing the side of his face with her thumb. Even if she was still a bit nervous about Saturday, she had to admit they did really good and there was a chance of them winning.
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They didn’t stay long after that, especially since the sun was already going down and they had to get out before it got really dark. Plus they were all sweaty and uncomfortable, with Rooster driving the two back to her house to shower because neither of them could stand much more of their body sticking like that.
They showered separately, which made him pout because he kept saying how that would yet again save up water, getting back down to her couch once they were both squeaky clean. Her legs were on top of his thighs that were covered by a different type of sweatpant - this one was dark blue with red and white stripes on the sides- while her own legs were covered by thin checkered pajama pants that would rise up everytime he petted her legs on his lap.
She had to admit she was a bit sore from today’s practice, she did go all out, so she appreciated his big hands massaging her legs as his eyes were locked on the tv. Her smile widened at how good he looked no matter what, looking at him with heart eyes as he kept his own vision locked on the Drag Race episode. She inhaled happily, finally relaxing after such a day, coming back home with him has been the best of these fourteen days.
“Do you think Ru did the right thing keeping Kandy?” he mutters, narrowing his eyes at the screen, to where Beatrice turned her gaze to, “I mean, Symone I understand…but, it’s not normal is it?”
“Well, Ru owns the show, she can do whatever she wants really.” she says back, supporting her head on a hand, chuckling at how his face soured a bit, still rubbing her leg, “I’m so glad you like it though, not a lot of straight guys do.”
“It’s a very fun show.” he says while leaning back on the couch, “And it shows stuff I’ve never really seen before, it opens your eyes really.”
God, could he be even more perfect? Beatrice hummed, turning her body around with some difficulty so she could sit on his lap, which he didn’t complain at all, just wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed a kiss to her temple. One of his hands slid under the large shirt to caress right below her ribs but never going higher than that, while the other held her thighs close to himself.
They sat in silence, with the casual presence of Jolene chewing her sock monkey underneath Bradley’s straightened legs on the coffee table, watching the episode with just a few comments about it and sharing a couple kisses.
Beatrice could only sigh happily, everything was going…so well for the two of them. They were in a relationship, they loved each other, her family loved him and he was so supportive she couldn’t be more appreciative of him. The goblin voice in her brain said it was going too good, way too good and it’d turn sour soon but she didn’t believe it, Bradley wasn’t Eric, Bradley was one of the best men she’s ever met and…she could have this thing with him. She could, even if her fears sometimes would try to choke her happiness away it’d never last.
“Baby.”
“Hm?” she says with her eyes closed and her ear to his chest, listening to his heartbeat as if it was a melody.
“You got very quiet, are you sleepy?” honestly, she was a little bit, nuzzling the bare skin of his chest with a quiet grunt, “Do you want to go to bed?”
“Not yet…” she whispers, curling herself a bit more on his lap so she could be comfortable, “I’m okay here.”
Rooster chuckles, her soft voice turning drowsy the more she spoke “You sure?” she nods, smiling sweetly with her eyes closed. It doesn’t take long for her breathing to get even and her body to relax on top of his, her soft lavender scented hair sprawled over his chest as she dozed off peacefully.
He looked down at her with pure adoration in his gaze, pressing one more kiss to the top of her head while bringing her closer to his chest so she wouldn’t roll away if she moved. God, he loved this and her…he didn’t want it to end. But his leave was reaching it’s final days, unfortunately. He almost forgot he had only fourteen days to be with her, he’s gotten so used to being here surrounded by her scent and her presence that he’d definitely miss it when he goes back to his apartment.
Of course he could visit, but it wouldn’t be the same…unless she spent some time with him too, which knowing her, she'd agree. She could even bring Jolene if she wanted to, there were people with pets in his building plus he’d like the company. He’ll suggest it to her later when she wakes up, smiling when she murmured his name in her sleep and nuzzled even closer. She tucks her hands between her chest and his own, breathing out in relief as she did so, as if she wanted to remember he was still there.
Rooster just kissed the top of her head, then turned his attention back to the show while his hand still caressed underneath her shirt.
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“After the games, it would be so easy to point the finger at you and call you dangerous and insane.” MY GIRL IS THE LEAST DANGEROUS ONE IN DISTRICT 12- HOW DARE THEY!! (unless she has “salt”, i can’t really blame her)
“you didn’t have much of a choice if you wanted to live.” hmm, isn’t that just the best?
i mean this in the most affectionate way possible, i love seeing coryo blaming himself for things that happened to her when he was only partially responsible.
she went from treating coryo as coriolanus to treating herself as coriolanus and i love that.
she really has all the plays memorised, hasn’t she?
sejanus, my beloved <3 he will never get the jokes and the quotes but that’s okay. in his defense, how was he supposed to know that referencing and talking about plays help her?
“Okay, now, this is the hard part.” [that “what do you mean?!” jennifer lawrence video]
“Political Science” disappointed but not surprised.
on one hand i know lennox learning that his sister is leaving for capitol with coryo would be a problem even though he’s more likely to understand the reason why, on the other he didn’t get to say goodbye 🥲🥲.
she didn’t include cole to her thoughts about mayfair and billy taupe- i seriously need to know what happened with him.
lucy gray crying for billy taupe is making me emotional for some reason. she didn’t deserve that.
coryo, for the love of god, please stop progressing the games in moments of panic. please.
well, money solves everything.
hiiii bestie i’ve missed you!! (sorry again ab your phone btw omg)
1. SHE’S LITERALLY THE SWEETEST LIKE THEY WOULDNT DARE (but commander hoff absolutely would if they couldn’t find anyone else to blame, it would either be coryo and spruce bc fingerprints or HER, and coryo couldn’t have either as an option)
2. story of her damn life at this point 🥲
3. no bc ME TOO. he keeps flipping on it too bc he’s like “yeah i kinda ruined your life but now at least we have each other, right?” and it’s the sweetest and scariest thing (for both of them). once again, i feel bad for him 😔
4. SHE TOTALLY HAS OH MY GODDD. like babe pls for just a moment consider that things you can’t control are not your fault 🥺
5. literally and apparently i have such a thing for writing r with a near photographic memory, i.e ‘in this life or the next’, the entire concept of this series too,,, omg idk what it is i just love it it’s so fun
6. sejanus is just trying his best HAHAHA. he’s like “okay so as far as i know we’re in a bit of a rush… why are we telling confusing jokes?”
he’ll get it someday, just that day is not today hahaha
7. BAHAHAHA NO LITERALLY
8. yeah 😔 my apologies but he literally only has one goal in life and when coryo sees something he wants, he’s gonna have it.
9. LENNOX BABYYYY
listen,, i had a large internal battle about whether or not he would wake up this was SO hard to decide, but i do think he literally would have put himself in the way of her getting on that train and it would have ended very badly for all of them. but don’t worry, she’ll write them every day :) (will he respond? that’s another question. i feel like it will take him a while to not be angry)
10. the good news is you’ll find out in the next part 🤪
11. okay thank you bc i can’t honestly see lucy gray being like “im done with his cheating ass fr” and then being genuinely unmoved by his death. she talked a big game, but even when she said that r knew that it wasn’t true. he was so much more than an ex to her and i think that’s a little glossed over in the movie
12. THE WORST PART IS HES SO GOOD AT IT LMAO. he literally does it again in a future chapter i’ve already written lol
13. sejanus is like *sigh* “if it works, it works.”
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2, 6, 12, 13, 22, 26, 33 and 47 for YamiChar, please?
Hiya anon! Of course and I’m sorry this took a while, but I hope you enjoy 🥰!
2. Who wakes up early/Who sleeps in late?
Charlotte wakes up early. Yami sleeps in late. That’s just how the two have always been I think 😆, but I do get the sense that sometimes they kind of flip and Yami will wake up early while Charlotte sleeps in late or sometimes they’ll both fall into the same schedule 😁. But usually the two stick to their routine!
6. How do they make up/apologize after an argument?
I feel like the two just bluntly apologize to each other. I don’t really see either one beating around the bush or dragging it out, once they realize they were in the wrong or that they misunderstood they usually just come out and apologize. Although sometimes they’ll butter each other up and give gifts or hugs as “peace offerings” but that’s about it 😆!
12. Do they have a difficult time when separated from each other, or are they fairly independent?
I feel like they’re both fairly independent, even after they get married. But I feel like the longer they’re together, or the longer apart they are, they begin to have a difficult time. They begin to miss each other and begin to wonder what they’re doing while the other is away.
13. How do they keep in contact when they’re apart? Do they write letters, talk on the phone, or simply wait out the time?
I think they do a combination of all three tbh 😆! I feel like if they’re only going to be gone a day or two they’ll just wait out the time, if they’re gone for a couple of weeks they’ll use Magical Communication devices, but they’re gone for much longer they’ll use letters in combination with the Communication devices!
22. Are they comfortable joking around with each other and being silly/playful?
I think they are! Yami is a lot more comfortable with being silly/playful and joking around then Charlotte is tho 😆! He did it before they started dating, and will do it for many years after! While Charlotte begins getting more comfortable with it after the two have been together for a while, which makes Yami very happy!
26. What sacrifices do they make for the other?
Charlotte’s sacrifice was her Captain’s robe. Of course she didn’t give it up just solely for Yami, she gave it up a because the two had their children. Although it wasn’t for many years, she began slowly giving up certain duties to her VC after their first child was born until eventually she felt comfortable enough letting it go completely.
Yami’s sacrifice was his cigarettes. He began giving them up gradually after he and Charlotte got together, and he finally went cold turkey after his first child was born. He said he wanted to live long enough to see his kids get married and start their own lives, and he wanted to be able to grow old alongside Charlotte.
So they both gave up things that were important to each other!
33. How do they flirt? Who’s the worse flirt?
Charlotte is the worst flirt out of the two, although Yami isn’t much better imo 😅! I feel like Yami is the unintentional flirt, he says something that, in his mind, is normal, friendly, and honest. But his words can actually be taken as flirting too 😆. When he’s actually flirting tho he’s quite awkward and kind of stumbles over his words because he’s unsure. While Charlotte’s flirting she’s also very awkward and unsure, but when she’s drunk I feel like she’s a better flirt because she isn’t being cautious of what she’s saying and is actually speaking her mind and is telling Yami how she feels.
So when both flirt intentionally, they’re very awkard and unsure, but when it’s unintentional? They’re both actually pretty good at it!
47. Do they sleep beside each other? Why or why not?
I do think they sleep beside each other, I feel like it was a bit awkward at first but the two got used to it very quickly! I feel like the reason the two sleep beside each other is for safety and security.
They feel safe and secure when they’re beside each other, they feel the stress of the day melt away as they lay beside one another and hold each other in their arms. So it’s become a comfort to YamiChar imo!
#asks#anon🌟#ship ask game#yamichar#yami x charlotte#charlotte x yami#yami sukehiro#sukehiro yami#charlotte roselei#thanks for asking 💕!
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Chapter 13
Over the next few days you racked your brain trying to decide. You made a pros and cons list. And another. And another. You resorted to flipping a coin and rolling a dice. You hoped all methods of chance would help you make a choice but it only left you more confused.
“I don’t really think that’s how it works.” You said as you looked through your refrigerator for the 100th time.
“Look, he’s hot, he has that whole third eye thing going on, all I’m saying is maybe he could use it for recreation.” Kyla said on the other end of the phone.
“But it- how?”
“Well, shit, I don’t know, but I’m more than willing to find out.”
You couldn’t help but laugh, “I really hope your date goes well then.”
“Oh it will. You don’t think he’ll bring that little guy, do you?”
Before you could answer there was a knock at your door. You closed your refrigerator and headed to answer it.
“I kind of doubt he’ll bring-“ when you opened the door you paused, confused, happy, sad, all the emotions you could feel at once you were, “I- I gotta go.”
“What-“
You didn’t give her a chance to say anything before you hung up and slipped your phone into the pocket of your robe. A heavy silence rested there between the two of you as you stared back at one another. Words were lost to you in that moment.
“I wanted to see you.” He said.
“I- I’ve wanted to see you too, Goku.” You were still in disbelief he was there.
His gaze was fixed on yours as if he was in just as much disbelief as you were.
“Do you remember when we were friends?” He asked, “when you’d cook for me and we’d watch those old movies you liked that were supposed to be scary?”
“Yeah. You almost bankrupt me with how much you ate.
“I want to go back to that. I miss that.”
“I do too, but I don’t know if we can just go back.”
“Why not? I can’t have you as my mate, so I want you as my friend.” He seemed so innocently optimistic that it worked like that.
You weren’t opposed to the idea, but you still had very real feelings for him and you assumed his didn’t just disappear for you.
“So much has happened between us, it’ll be weird.” You explained.
“I don’t care. I liked talking to you and spending time with you. I want that again even if I don’t get to touch you or kiss you.”
The thought of having him back in your life again was too enticing. You missed having him around and just getting to be with him. In the beginning the two of you had set rules that you’d remain friends no matter what. It was only supposed to be sex anyways. You never meant for it to go further.
“If we try to go back and it’s too hard for us, then what?” You asked.
“Then we’ll try again in a few months.” He said simply.
“So we just keep trying to be friends until one of us dies?”
Goku scratched the back of his neck nervously, “I think you mean until you die.”
“Really? You think I’m dying first? Which one of us throws themselves into every dangerous situation they can?” You crossed your arms as you regarded him, “also, which one of us has actually died?”
“That doesn’t count. I’m alive now.” He argued.
For a moment if felt like old times again and you wondered if it could actually work.
“I was just about to order something to eat and watch an old movie, do you wanna join?” You took a chance and asked.
“What are you ordering?”
“Does it really matter?” You cocked your head to the side, knowing he wasn’t picky.
“No, but I wanna know what it is so I can get excited.”
You shook your head and opened the door more for him to come inside. He was just as food driven as always. Goku headed to the living room without hesitation with you on his heels as you pulled your phone out to order food.
By the time the food arrived you were feeling a little more relaxed with Goku there. Every no and then the thoughts about how his hands felt on your body and how he pleaded for you to stay with him would seep in, but you shook them out and tried to focus on the moment.
“What’s his power level then?” Goku asked with his mouth full of food.
“He’s a serial killer, Goku. He doesn’t have a power level.”
“Everyone has a power level.” He said as a fact.
“Okay, well that’s not a detail they included in the movie.”
Goku swallowed down another biscuit, “it’s probably low.”
You took a sip of your drink before you looked at him curiously, “okay, why do you say that?”
“He’s using a knife.”
His reason only proved to confuse you more, “I- that doesn’t tell me anything.”
“Does Vegeta use a knife?”
“No.”
“Do I?”
“Also no.”
“Because we don’t need one.” He explained, “if he needs a knife then he isn’t strong enough to hurt someone on his own without it.”
You thought for a moment you were losing your mind when you understood where he was coming from. He made a lot of sense, which was not something you ever expected to say about Goku.
“I never thought of it that way.”
Goku grabbed another plate of food, making you glad you ordered extra. You fell into your old rhythm with him. He ate and asked questions about the killer in the movie while you tried to explain it before he jumped to the next thing. It felt comforting being with him again.
“I ate too much.” You sighed as you at back on the couch.
“We should do something to burn the food off.” He suggested.
You instantly tensed, “um, Goku-“
“I know! Let me show you how to control your ki.” He said excitedly, which made you relieved because your mind had gone somewhere else completely.
“Is it hard to do?”
“Not at all. It’s super easy. Come on.” He grabbed your hand and pulled you off the couch with ease before he headed to the backyard.
"Goku, please- I'm way too full to be moving this fast." You tried to slow him down some but obviously you didn't stand a chance against a Saiyan.
Once you were outside he let go of your hand.
"Is this really necessary? Can't I just sit on the couch and wallow in self loathing?" You asked.
"That wouldn't do anything." He said as he stretched.
"It would keep me from having to exercise." You argued.
"Controlling your ki isn't about exercise." He cocked his head to the side, "it's about focusing your energy in one place."
"Goku, I can barely focus on anything other than my own misery right now. There's no way I can focus my energy," you said.
"You can. It just takes practice." He jumped in place and stretched. It certainly looked like he was about to exercise.
"Alright, I'll bite. How can I refocus my energy?" You sighed, knowing he wasn't going to let you just give up.
"First you have to loosen up a little." He said.
"I'm as loose as I'm getting." You said as you stared blankly at him, there was no way you were jumping or stretching.
"Really? You look kind of stiff," he said, continuing to stretch.
You bit your lip in an effort to conceal your juvenile humor.
"Flaccid, not stiff," you corrected.
"Oh sorry." He said, genuinely not understanding the joke, which made it a little less funny.
"Since you're flaccid-"
You couldn't help but burst out laughing. You didn't expect him to actually say it.
"What? Did I say something funny?" He asked.
You shook your head, "no, just continue."
"So the next step is to take a deep breath and focus on one place in your body." He explained.
"Any suggestions on where I should focus?" You asked.
"Wherever you feel like you tense the most." He said as he stretched his arms up.
His shirt lifted a little to show that trail of hair that dipped down just below the waistband of his pants, which reminded you of all the times you followed it with your tongue.
You refocused your mind on your body and the place you felt the most tension and the only place you could come up with in that moment was your thighs. You were constantly squeezing them together.
"Okay, focused on that spot," you said, there was just one problem. You were focused more on what Goku used to do between your thighs rather than your actual thighs.
"Really? That was fast!" he said as if he was genuinely proud of you.
"It was a lot easier than I thought it would be," you admitted.
"Are you okay? Your cheeks are doing that thing again where they get red."
"I'm fine. Keep going." You didn't want him focusing on you any longer than he had to.
"Now you just have to imagine all of your energy going to that one place." He said, "think really hard about it."
You took a deep breath and focused on the spot between your thighs. It had been too long since anyone else had focused there and forcing yourself to think about that fact was only making it worse. There was a need that you'd been ignoring.
Goku pulled his shirt off and transformed into his instinct form, leaving you speechless like it always did.
He was almost angelic, but there was a hint of something else.
He walked towards you, a slight upturn at the corners of his lips.
"There's no amount of focusing that'll turn me into that," you said in a low voice.
"Are you still focusing?" He asked as he towered over you.
"Kinda." You swallowed hard as you tried not to get too distracted, but it was pointless.
Goku glanced down at the tops of your thighs that your shorts left exposed, "do you remember the first time I showed you this form?"
"Yeah, it was right before we... before we talked about doing the whole friends with benefits thing."
"I think about that day a lot," he said.
"It was the beginning of me ruining everything." Memories from that day flooded your mind. You weren't with Vegeta and no one was hurting. Potentially hooking up with Goku was new and exciting. It never lost its luster until people started getting hurt.
"I don't think you ruined anything." He said as he tipped your chin up, "I wish it was different, but I'm still glad it happened."
"I don't understand how you don't hate me. I broke your heart more than once. I'm not a good person, Goku." You said.
"I have friends that have tried to kill me," he reminded you. "I know you didn't set out to hurt me. You're not like that."
You sighed and shook your head. "Earth really doesn't deserve you. I sure as hell don't."
When Goku dropped his hand from you, you immediately missed his touch. Just the simplest thing reminded you of how strong your feelings still were for him.
"I know you don't think so, but you deserve way better than me." He said.
You offered as much of a smile as you could, "I don't- there's no one better than you."
He looked at you for a moment before you noticed him fidgeting some. His fists were clenched as he seemed to be nervously chewing on his lip.
"Goku-"
"I don't like this." He blurted out, "I want... I want to touch you again."
"I should go," you said abruptly. Guilt was already eating away at you for being there with him instead of trying to work things out with Vegeta. Even though you had no idea how to do that.
"Don't, I- I'm sorry," he apologized, that sad look on his face that always crushed you.
"You have nothing to apologize for," you said before you turned and headed for the house to grab your things.
Goku grabbed you and spun you back around to face him, "please stay? Please?"
The way he begged reminded you of when he'd done it before. He wanted to be with you more than anyone had ever wanted to before, even more than Vegeta. You felt your heart breaking for Goku again.
"I'm with Vegeta, Goku." You said with a lump in your throat.
"Be with me. He doesn't care about you like I do." He said.
"Please don't do this," you pleaded with him.
He considered for a moment and finally answered with a slight nod.
You swore you could feel his heart breaking all over again. Or was it yours?
Against your better judgment you placed your hand on his chest, "I-"
Goku put his hand over yours and gave it a slight squeeze, "Maybe we'll try this friend thing again in a few months."
"You're not giving up?" you asked, tilting your head at him.
"Why would I do that?" His brow furrowed like the idea was absurd.
"Because I'm not worth the trouble. I don't know why you can't see that."
"I don't wanna know what my life is like without you in it. I'll keep trying, if you're okay with that?" He asked.
"I'm more than okay with it, I just- I don't want to hurt you anymore." You said.
Goku gave you a soft smile, "I'd rather get hurt by you a million times than lose you once."
It was that moment something clicked in your mind. Vegeta and Goku had seen you at worst, but only one of them was acting like they still wanted you in your life. And it wasn't your boyfriend.
Things were messy and broken with Vegeta, but looking back, they were never really whole to begin with. Goku chose you and he never had a single doubt about it.
"I should go." He said, "I'm sure Vegeta will be back soon and he probably wouldn't be too happy to see me."
"Come back tomorrow night?" You asked, eager to see him again.
"I'll be here," he said, beaming at you.
As the day wore on, you grew increasingly impatient with Vegeta. He still wasn't home and you hadn't heard a thing from him since he left.
It was better to wait for him to return, you knew that, but you also needed to talk to him.
After a few hours of back and forth, talking yourself up and then back down, you finally decided to follow your gut and go find Vegeta. The last place you remembered him mentioning was Bulma's, if anything maybe she knew where he went next.
The journey to Capsule Corp felt like it took forever. Your mind shuffled through all the different ways you could approach the subject. There was no good way, there never really was when it came to difficult conversations with Vegeta.
You could already assume he'd give you some variation of an angry grunt before he even said a word to you. It's not like you were the master of communication but at least you used more than one syllable.
As you approached the house you noticed it was mostly dark aside from the glowing light from the backyard. You knew Bulma had been working on getting the new gravity chamber fixed for Vegeta and Goku to train in so there was a chance she was in it working on it.
As you made your way around the house, you started to hear sounds from inside the gravity chamber. That was a good sign, maybe a full day of training would put him in a semi decent mood.
You stepped closer to the door and put your hand up to knock, but stopped just shy of your knuckles making contact.
For a split second you thought you were imagining it, but when you heard his familiar growl again you knew it was real. You stood on your tiptoes to peer through the small window on the door to confirm your suspicions.
"Harder, Vegeta." Bulma moaned with her legs wrapped around his waist.
"Any harder and I'll break you, woman." Vegeta snarled with sweat dripping down his brow.
"Harder," she demanded.
Vegeta growled and pulled out. Bulma opened her mouth to protest, but promptly got spun around and bent over the nearby table.
You wanted to look away, but you couldn't. Every second removed each little trace of doubt you had about the decision you made on your way to see him.
There were so many questions running through your mind but the only thing you seemed to be focused on was the feeling you were having, or not having. You thought you'd be more upset, heartbroken that you'd just found your boyfriend cheating but the fact was that as fucked up as it was, it brought you relief.
You finally turned around to leave. Talking to Vegeta when he got home was better than interrupting him.
Just as you made it back to your car, you heard that familiar gravelly voice behind you.
"What are you doing here, woman?"
You took a deep breath and turned to face him. His pants were back on, but he left his shirt off. As beautiful as he was, the spell he had you under for so long was broken.
"Letting you go."
Vegeta furrowed his brow, "what are you talking about?"
"I'm done. You're free." You shrugged, "I came here to tell you that I don't think we should be together. So you can continue whatever it is you have going with Bulma."
"You're choosing Kakarot," he assumed.
"No, I'm choosing myself. I became someone I'm not proud of when I was trying to get you. I hurt people I care about," you answered, "I don't want to be that person."
"You know I can smell him on you, right?" Vegeta asked.
"He came over, but nothing happened." You said, "I'm sorry for everything I put you through. I don't expect you to forgive me or want to stay friends."
Vegeta regarded you curiously for a moment as if he was waiting for you to say or do something else.
"I have no interest in the blue haired woman." He said.
"Well, your dick does." You blurted without thinking about the fact that you were having a serious conversation and shouldn't be making jokes.
Vegeta rolled his eyes, "it's just sex, nothing more. She's too loud and demanding."
"Is this your way of saying you still want me?" you asked, even though you had already made up your mind on the matter.
"Are you really going to act like you wouldn't still use me and Kakarot given the choice?" he countered.
"Use? You think that's what I was doing?" You couldn't deny it stung a little, but you knew he was just deflecting to avoid his feelings.
"What else would you call it?" He asked, "you started a relationship with Kakarot based on sex, knowing he was too dense to understand it and would get attached. And during that time you pursued me, using Kakarot to make me jealous."
"I didn't do any of that on purpose. It's not like I set out to be as shitty of a person as possible." You argued.
"I know you didn't. It just happened when you set your sights on something you wanted more than anything. Maybe you're more like me than you care to admit," he retorted.
"Not even close. I can actually acknowledge and talk about my feelings. I can accept that I was a shitty person," you shot back.
"Talking about your feelings has only gotten you into a mess. Maybe instead of accepting you're a shitty person you should embrace it?" He suggested.
You laughed, "really? Like you? I should just be hateful and arrogant, and hurt anyone who gets in my way?"
"You waste so much time being concerned with those below you. It's pathetic." He said.
"And you don't? You think everyone is below you, yet here you are wasting your time on me," you said, exasperated by the surly prince.
"You stubborn human, do you really think I would have chosen you as a mate if I thought you were beneath me?" he shouted as he took a step towards you.
"But you didn't, Vegeta! You were only with me because Kyla broke up with you," you snapped.
"I chose to spend time with you before that, woman! You! A human. Do you not realize what that means? I'd never waste my time on you if- " he stopped himself and growled in frustration.
Vegeta shook his head and waved you off, "it doesn't matter. Just go."
"I-" you wanted to say more, but there was nothing left to say.
You opened your car door and climbed in, wondering if you really meant something to him.
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Prison break pt 1
Axel was lonely. Always wishing that he had someone to come to. Someone that he could share his life with. He’s spent the better part of his adult life so far hiding himself in the closet because he was afraid of what his family and friends would think of him. But sometimes he wished he wasn’t so afraid of what they would think so he could truely be himself. Axel was just sitting down to watch some tv when his phone chimes for a txt message. “Hey number neighbor! My name is Ricardo!” Axel had heard about this game that was popular these days. So he responded back introducing himself. What started off as something that Axel thought would stop turnedninto a constant thing. He and Ricardo spoke to each other all the time. He had tried to call Ricardo but always got voicemail. Ricardo told him that he was better at typing in English because he had a heavy accent. And found it hard to understand English when it was spoken to him. Axel didn’t mind this though.
The relationship between the two men continued to grow. The two shared a lot about each of their lives. Ricardo was out and proud gay man. But people didn’t know until he told them because he was macho. He enjoyed working out and spending his time outside. Axel told him about how he was tired of working at his job in utility work. He wanted a change but didn’t know how. “You know it would be really cool to get some tattoos but work wouldn’t allow that”. Axel said one night. Ricardo responded laughing “well they wouldn’t like me then. I have several”. That peeked Axels interest bevause until this point he had never seen a picture of Ricardo. And then. As if he read his mind. Ricardo sent a picture of himself and Axel’s heart skipped a beat. The man was muscles from head to toe. Tattoos and hair adorned his tanned Latin skin. Axel didn’t know what to say other than “I think I’m in love”. Ricardo laughed again saying “hey looks aren’t everything. Do you know how hard it is find shoes ? They don’t just have 17eee shoes in every store.” Axel’s heart flutters for a second time as he realized just how much larger Ricardo was than himself. His feet alone placed his own size 13 feet in a shadow. “You know in my home country when two people want a change in life. They can literally changes lives as long as both parties are agreed to it. I’ve always wanted to know what it was like to be a white man. It could be fun! What do you think ?” Axel just laughed out loud for that one. Such a stupid thing to say. Things like that werent real. Plus who would honestly agree to such a thing. “ I know it’s stilly. But you never know jaja”.
Axel left the message on reas and few minutes later responded that he just didn’t know. If something like that was real he just didn’t know if he would be willing to do it. No matter how attractive the man was. Ricardo sent another picture on my this time of of his cock. Fully erect. “12 ½ inches here. Thought this would peek your interest ;)”. Before Axel knew what he was doing he told Ricardo that he would without a doubt agree to swap with him. Just to know what it was like. And who wouldn’t agree. Especially with someone packing that much beef. “ good so it’s agreed. We will swap 😈”. That was the last message Axel got that night. He showered up and went to bed.
The next morning Axel woke up to a loud banging noise. Almost as if something was banging against some bars. His beard hurt. The lights came on and his vision went blurry. What the hell was going on. It was then he realized that his bed felt different. Hard and cold. He sat up only to hit his heads on the top bunk bed above him. “What the fuck!” He said. But as he did his hands went to his throat. That wasn’t his voice. That was much deeper. Abs heavily accented. He looked down only to be shocked when he seen that his body was no longer his own. There was flip phone right beside him that vibrates. He picked it up. Noticed that the room was much smaller than he was used to. What the hell was going on. “Good morning axel. Thank you for agreeing to this. I didn’t think I would ever get you to agree. So have fun in that body. It’s yours now.” Axel asked what was going on. Where was he. “God you’re dumber than I thought. You’re in prison stupid. I wanted out. No matter what it costed me. So now your. Going to be Ricardo. You’re going to be the one stuck in prison for drug crimes. You know it’s been so long since I e had something to smoke”. A picture came through shortly after that. It was Axel. Only he looked as if he has taken masculine to the max. Boots. Jeans. Tight clothing. All smoking a cigar.
“I don’t smoke!” He yelled through text.
“Well bud you do now. And you’d going to be a heavy smoker by the time I’m done. Also. I’m blocking your number now. I have even told the jail about your phone. Contraban isn’t allowed. So you’re sure to get more time abs punishment from that”. That was when he heard a bar door swing open behind him. A cop entered and jerked the phone out of his hands and snapped it in half. “Ricardo. This is not good my dear man. You’re going to be in big trouble for this”. Axel pleaded for him to understand that he wasnt Ricardo. But the cop just laughed. “Is this your new story! Get a better one! You’re stuck in here with me now you low life.” The cop punched him in the face sending him back to his bed. More cops showed up “this one is having attitude problems this morning. We are going to have to get him sedated to control that anger”. Axel was afraid. He didn’t know what to do. Bring Ricardo was supposed to be a dream. But now it would seem that hea stuck in a nightmare.
To be continued…..
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Ninjago Headcannon: Early 2000's & Videos
Okay so season 1 and 2 of Ninjago are clearly supposed to be much more low tech than seasons 3 and onward so I think that it had the technology of about the early 2000's so concept: they have a bunch of home video's on VHS that they like to play for the nostalgia of it.
I think Zane probably got the camera as a gift for his "birthday" (aka the day he showed up at the monastery) and it's got stuff from when he and the other ninja at the monastery were like 12. They have like hours worth of stupid video's and it's just for them the video's have never and will never be released to the public.
Here's some more HC's about it:
-Nya is the only other person allowed to touch Zane's camera (Cole can sometimes)
-They have a bunch of videos of kid!Lloyd doing a bunch of different activities for the first time, getting ice cream, amusement park, go carts all of the activities they took him to do
-There's a video of the first time Cole and Jay ever did spinjitzu they tried to catch Zane's on camera but Jay's finger was covering most of the shot
-There's a video of the ninja doing the dance they were going to do in season one for the talent show (Nya made them do it)
-Lot's of video's of Zane explaining things while Cole and Jay goof off in the background
-Birthday videos (it's exactly what it sounds like)
-"Do a flip!" That was the first time Cole broke a bone, but he did indeed do a flip
-Video's of Cole, Jay and Zane in Ninjago city as preteen's as master Wu act's as the slightly irritated parent as they act like hooligans
-Video of Nya messing with the other ninja (she's the younger sibbling at heart)
-Just generally happy memories that they love to look back on if they've had a particularly bad time
I'm sure there is PLEANTY that could be done with the idea that seasons 1 and 2 of Ninjago take place in more of the early 2000's, honestly go wild with it.
I'm personally a firm believer in Cole doing the early 2000's eyeliner (Avril Lavigne style) when he was 13-14 until Nay showed him to do better, Jay totally wore a million silly band bracelets and he canonically owned a game cube and Zane not only owned a camera like a nerd but he also totally exclusively wore cargo pants. Kai and Nya aren't exempt from this, Kai most definitely owned a pair of giant sunglasses at one point (probably still does tbh) and Nya wore a million hair clips and exclusively brightly colored graphic tee's till she was like 14. (Pixal likes laugh at them since she didn't exist yet so she didn't have an awkward phase)
Seriously y'all there's so much potential! Last but not least: Jay Zane and Cole with their shared flip phone when they were out in Ninjago city cause there's no way Wu's paying for three.
#ninjago#ninjutsu#spinjitzu#ninjago secrets of the forbidden spinjitzu#ninjago lloyd#zane ninjago#cole brookstone#cole ninjago#jay walker#jay ninjago#kai ninjago#nya ninjago#nya smith#pixal borg#zane x cole#2000s#early internet#nostagiacore#they all had their cringy phases let's be honest with ourselves here#bi#gay#pansexaul#lesbian#I seriously love this idea way to much#Also them eavesdropping on each other phone calls on the land line!#nostolgic
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20 Questions for Writers
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
57
2. What's your total AO3 word count?
382,306
5. Do you respond to comments?
love and light to anyone who comments but i have to be in a very specific mood to respond to comments and i have not been in that mood for like 6 months, so it's a 50/50 chance.
10. Do you write crossovers?
not really. i mean i love "crossovers" where it's like everything's the same except the palantiri are flip phones. so i do write crossovers in the muppet sense of the word, i guess.
14. What’s your all time favorite ship?
more and more i'm drawn to the quality and thought behind a character and their relationships instead of the characters themselves, which makes me sound like a pretentious asshole but it's true. if a story is compelling enough then that ship is my favorite, and so on. so in that sense, right now it's howl/sophie, boromir/thedored, and worf/k'ehleyr(/jadzia) 🤪 (and the mota idiots ofc but. yeah)
15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
any star wars wips i still have out there RIP
16. What are your writing strengths?
i think i am okay at making dialogue not sound too unnatural/stilted. also humor.
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
under writing (the tendency to not write enough to get a point across while thinking that i did get the point across, not doing risk analysis for mortgages though i'd be bad at that too tbh)
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?
unless there's a point, i.e. the pov character doesn't understand the other language, i don't love it
19. First fandom you wrote for?
ouat 🫥
20. Favorite fic you’ve written?
this is going to sound very woe is me, but i'm really not in a good place writing-wise and i feel like everything i write sucks! so none right now. i recognize that this is a transitional phase and i'll get out of it probably but also it sucks and everything is terrible.
thank you for the tag @chocmarss! i've been tagged in so many of these the past couple months and haven't done any because✌️but it's fine! everything's fine! ("✌️it's fine! everything's fine!" is actually my answer to all the questions i didn't answer btw) tagging some mutuals who i know write currently @amukmuk @anxiety-banana @sticks-and-souls @elvain @themoonlily (sorry if i forgot anyone, consider this your tag pls) no pressure etc etc, and i'll put all the questions under the cut in case you want to do this the right way lmao
20 Questions for Writers
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
2. What's your total AO3 word count?
3. What fandoms do you write for?
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
5. Do you respond to comments?
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
8. Do you get hate on fics?
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
10. Do you write crossovers?
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
14. What’s your all time favorite ship?
15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
16. What are your writing strengths?
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?
19. First fandom you wrote for?
20. Favorite fic you’ve written?
#using this as motivation to convince myself to write today even though i didn't answer half the questions lkjmslk#are there things like this but for gifs? i could answer those questions without feeling like i need to walk into the sea#i will admit i am tempted by visual creative mediums far more than the written lately 😔
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what would preteen you know about fucking older men
preteen me in between her academic readings was deeply and profoundly obsessed with girls' pulp novels from the late 90s early 2000s found at the used book store. jacqueline wilson rosie rushton and the like. italians you may remember those "mondadori ragazzine" books with the pink or silver covers with doodles on them and with the page edges painted a garish orange or green. but anyway yeah they taught me all the 2000s expectations to be had about teen girlhood such as brightly coloured flip phones shimmery makeup wearing crop tops and low waisted jeans going to the mall and having multiple boyfriends with questionable age gaps. i did often think ugh i can't wait to be 16 so my 25yo boyfriend can buy me stuff but then again im pretty sure everyone did so back in the day. so anyways i was like 10-11 by then and my dreams were shattered when i realized i was a massive fucking lesbian at like 12-13. sad! but now im fucking girls which i know i enjoy more than fucking men so im sure preteen me would come around soon enough.
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