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Right Where You Left Me
Part Four: Happiness
No Warnings
After the events of yesterday, I made the executive decision that I shouldn’t have to go to school today. I didn’t want to spend the entire day wondering if Paul had kept his promise and actually showed up to school. It’s not like anyone would argue with my decision to stay home, it's bad, but I would just play the dead mom card anyways.
I avoided the main floor for as long as I could before my stomach started growling. I had heard my sister leave for school, but my father had yet to leave for work. At least, I didn’t hear him leave.
I walked down to the kitchen, everything was as it normally was except for a hundred dollar bill and a note sitting on the dining table.
“Gone to Tacoma. Will be back Monday.” I read out loud in the empty house. It’s Tuesday. A whole week of just Delta and I. I love my sister, I do. But I don’t want to be her fucking parent, not when I still need one myself. I don’t know what I’m doing and now my dad has just fucked off to Tacoma. As if his wife didn’t die four months ago. Back to his mistress, now that his roadblock was gone. What’s next? Is he going to forgo his parental responsibilities for this chick?
My blood boils at the thought, not for me, but for Delta. She doesn’t deserve to lose two parents at the age of fourteen.
My chest heaves in frustration, the emotions I’ve hid from everyone, the emotions grief counselling was supposed to get rid of, have come to a breaking point.
Grabbing the kitchen scissors out of the knife block, I ran to the main bathroom.
Taking the scissors to my collarbone length hair, I start cutting. I don’t stop until it's even all the way around, just below my ears.
Just how my mom liked it.
I used to have long, pin straight hair that nearly fell to my hips. I loved it. Being able to do intricate braids, and styles with it. Being able to match with my mom, who always kept her hair neat and tidy and a singular french braid. When she started chemo, she had to cut hers, and eventually, she lost all of it. I knew she didn’t feel like herself, so I cut mine. Just below the ears. A whopping 10 inches of hair, gone. I donated it, to put it to good use. My mom never wanted to wear wigs, but she told me someone would love the hair I donated, just as much as she did.
I kept it short all the way to the very end, only letting it start to grow when she died.
My lip quivers at who I see in the mirror. The girl in the mirror has dark circles under her eyes from lack of sleep, her skin paler than normal. The glow she once had has vanished. She doesn’t look seventeen. She’s withered and worn.
I don’t think about it, I just leave out the back door. Leaving the mess of hair and scissors in the bathroom to deal with later. Out the back door, I entered the woods that lined our yard. It looks just like my nightmare, but my mom is nowhere to be found. It’s a silly thought to think that nightmare meant anything, but it felt so real. The screaming, the panic, everything.
Letting out all the emotions I had bottled up, I scream at the top of my lungs until all the air has left my body and I’m on my knees, winded. I don’t even notice the tears streaking down my face. I don’t feel anything, except for a warm, comforting hand on my shoulder.
Paul.
I look back, pushing him away from me, crying, “Don’t touch me!”
“Stop. Saskia, just let me..It will help” he argued, wrapping his warm arms around me securely. My head pressed to his chest and I could hear the sound of his heartbeat, beating loudly. It’s so comforting.
I can’t stop the sob that leaves my mouth, and his hold tightens. He lets me cry on him, tears dampening the shirt he wears.
I don’t know how long he holds me. I barely even remember him moving us to the ground, pulling me into his lap as the rain started to fall.
Sitting in his lap on the wet grass, soaking in the pouring rain in silence. His arms still guard my small frame, protecting me from the elements as best he could.
“You should really stay out of the woods, Saskia.” he tells me softly, breaking the silence between my sniffles. I keep my head on his shoulder, taking in his warmth. How is he so warm?
“You don’t need to lecture me. You’re here too.” I counter. I want to ask why he's not at school or why he followed me, I’m grateful he did. I don’t want to be alone. I never did.
“You cut your hair.” he mumbled quietly, pushing the short strands behind her ear. The sense of deja vu running through my mind from our first night together, ”I like it.”
“If this is part of that stupid process you have--” I start, not wanting this to turn into one of his conquests.
He cut me off, “It's not. I liked it long too, but this is more like you.”
I smile to myself, butterflies erupting in my belly. That’s what my mom would tell me whenever it got longer too.
“Why’d you cut your hair?”I ask, letting my fingers gently ghost over his hair on the side of his head, what used to be long waves, now shaven short.
“It was..inconvenient.” he said, and I’m not sure what he means by it.
“I liked it,” I frowned at him just to see him grimace, clearly I’ve struck a nerve. Standing up from his lap, he reluctantly let me go, “I should let you go back to whatever it is that you do nowadays.”
“Gang stuff,” Paul says sarcastically, looking up at me.
“Well then tell me, what do you do? ‘Cause you’re not at school half the time, you’re not at home and you got kicked off the soccer team.” I placed my hands on my hips, keeping my eyes on him as he stood up.
“You keepin’ tabs on me?” he asked smugly, “That’s cute.”
Shaking my head, I spit out, “Forget I asked.” and moved to head towards the treeline where our two houses sat next to each other, before stopping and asking Paul, “Would you even tell me if something was wrong?”
“No.” he stated simply.
“Do you get off on having me worry about you?” I ask, my lips forming a frown,“That’s sick, Lahote.”
He takes a step towards me and I take one back, I don’t want him to touch me anymore. I want answers, he frowns and tells me, “I don’t want you to worry about me, Saskia, you don’t need to.”
“Sam’s got you brainwashed. So, I guess I’ll see you in another six months when you’ve got a break in your cult schedule.”
He laughed, a genuine laugh that made me want to smile at the sound, but my frown only deepened.
Paul's smile lingered on his face as he said, “Hopefully I’ll see you tomorrow, Sask. I don’t think Sam’s got me scheduled for any cult activities.”
I scoffed, turning on my heels and heading for the backdoor, muttering under my breath, “It’s not fucking funny.”
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“Can you hand me the wrench?” Jacob asked, and I looked through his box of tools searching for the wrench. I find two objects that look identical to each other, only one is larger. I had been helping Jacob and Bella with their bikes, more so just supervising and chatting with Bella than doing any actual work. Bella was running late today so Jacob and I started without her, me taking her place of handing him the tools he needed.
Holding up the larger one with a confused look on my face, I ask, “This?”
“The smaller one.” he chuckles as I hand it to him. It was crazy how much Jacob knew about bikes, considering he was only sixteen and didn’t even have a permit yet.
“You skipped school today.” he mentioned softly, as if he knew it was a touchy subject.
“I did.”
“I know you probably hate hearing this by now, but I’ve got to ask.” Pausing what he was doing and looking at me, “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, fine.”I distract myself with the box of tools, avoiding Jacobs' gaze. “What time did Bella say she’s coming at again?”
He ignores what I ask and goes on to say, “I get it, you know. My mom died when I was a kid. As much as it sucks to hear, it does get better.”
I grimace, that does suck to hear. I know he has good intentions, and I know the grief will fade eventually, but that doesn’t change the fact that I’ve now adopted the maternal figure role in my sister's life and practically signed my life away for the next few years.
“You’re in Spanish 3, right?” I ask, changing the subject.
Taking the hint, he nods, “Sì, mi amiga.”
“What does Loba mean?” Curiosity was my favourite form of education. Learning things that were interesting to me and not forced upon me by some education system was a lot more fun. The fact that Paul, the boy I used to tutor, knew something I didn’t made me curious as to what he had said.
“It means wolf. Specifically the feminine term for wolf.” Jacob tells me without a second thought, before turning his attention back to the bike in front of us.
Now I nod, why the hell did Paul call me wolf?
I ended up leaving before Bella had arrived, citing that I needed to be home before my sister because of my dad being out of town. But really, I just didn’t feel like playing third wheel.
I arrive home to see Paul sitting on the steps of his house, his back resting against the railing. It almost looks like he's sleeping and I can’t help but think he’s been locked out again.
He perks up at the sound of my car rolling into my driving way and I inwardly groan, I don’t want to talk about this morning.
Hopping out of my car, I pretend I don’t see him as I make my way to the front door. But he definitely sees me as he crosses the lawn, “Told you, you’d see me again soon.”
“Too soon I’d say.”
“Who were you with?” He asks, tone full of an emotion I can’t quite depict.
“Jacob, and his friend Bella.” I indulge in his curiosities, though I want to tell him it’s not any of his business. Again.
“Bella?”
“Yeah, Chief Swan's daughter.” I explained to him. Everyone knew Charlie.
“I don’t want you hanging out with her again, or Jacob for that matter.”
“You don’t want me to? What gives you the right to tell me who I can and can’t hangout with? Hm?” I ask, wishing Paul had just left me alone.
“I just, she,” he fumbles over his words and rubs his face in frustration, “He’s dangerous and so is she.”
I laugh, my first genuine laugh in what felt like years, “Right.. That’s funny.”
Bella Swan, dangerous? The poor girl looked like she was constantly looking over her shoulder in fear of ghosts coming to haunt her. She was awkward and clumsy, the only way she could be a danger to me is if she tripped over her own feet and knocked me down.
“Please, Saskia, I just need you to do this for me.” he begged, taking a step towards me.
“You don’t need anything from me, because if you did,” I poke his chest, “You wouldn’t have left me high and dry. Especially not for Sam.”
“You don’t understand!” He is frustrated with me, I can practically feel it. But I’m not the one keeping secrets, I’ve shown him my deck of cards. He's refusing to do the same.
“I don’t, Paul, and frankly, I don’t care.”
“Tell me you wont hangout with her again and I’ll leave you alone.” he said through gritted teeth, I could see the desperation in his eyes. I think about what he’s saying and the underlying meaning of it all. Do I want him to leave me alone? What's stopping him from up and leaving me again even if I do as he asks? I don’t want to go through that again. I can’t go through that again. But as hard as I try, I can’t make myself stop caring about him by making him a villain.
I guess that's the price I paid for seven months of what felt like a haven in his bedroom as I pulled his body into mine every night.
I broke the deal.
“I won’t hang out with her again.” I want to take back the words as soon as they leave my lips, but it’s too late.
With that, he nods once and turns on his heel. He doesn’t head for his truck or his house, he stomps his feet all the way to the trees that line the perimeter of the forest, fists clenched at his side.
So much for staying out of the forest. I stay put, I don’t call out for him. I don’t run in his direction, begging him to let me in, to let me help him.
I stay right where he left me.
#paul lahote fanfic#paul lahote imagine#paul lahote#paul lahote x oc#twilight wolf pack#twilight wolves#twilight#wolfpack twilight
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Paul Coile Snitched on Titi African Hair Braiding in Tacoma
Paul Coile Snitched on Titi African Hair Braiding in Tacoma
"This business is open and full of people Monday through Friday for the past month (possibly more days of the week…I only go by m-f)." – Paul Coile
The aforementioned complaint was filed by Paul Coile in Tacoma, Washington on Thursday May 7, 2020 with DOL [email protected] against Titi African Hair Braiding saying, Non-essential business is open. Email address given was…
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can i have a headcanon ask #4 and #9 for paul?
Umm yes! I have thoughts about Paul
4. a headcanon to spite canon, specifically:
4a-Paul (and the rest of the pack really) doesn’t cut his hair, and it’s somewhere around his waist/hips when not braided or pulled back. The length of their human hair has no impact on the length of their wolf pelt.
4b(sorry I have opinions and could write an essay on all the ways I’ve changed/modified canon): the Rachel imprint doesn’t happen. Regardless of the fact that canonically they’re 4 years apart, it just felt forced and unnecessary 🤷♀️
9. a missing scene that definitely happened: So when Paul and his dad moved back from Tacoma, they lived with his grandparents for a bit until things got sorted with the tribal housing authority. During this time, Paul’s grandpa and great-aunt started teaching him woodcarving, and they (both grandparents+great aunt) taught him the Quileute language
#twilight#twilight headcanon#paul lahote#wolf pack#wolf pack headcanons#thanks for this friend!#god I could go on for ages with all my headcanons about the pack
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Random yet specific headcanons
Alright, I’ve been working on a rancher fic and wanted to share a few of my favorite headcanons for these three.
Jet Link
- Considering his time of abduction and how often he’s gone off to be a ranch hand/play cowboy there is a very high chance he’s a Spaghetti Western fan. His ideas and romanticism of the west based almost solely on what he’d seen on film, by extension his bravado and man’s man personality being heavily influenced from such films. Something that both mirrored his gang life on the streets while still being a mental escape. The lone cowboy out to right wrongs on his own terms something he’d see in himself.
- This of course would bleed into an odd fascination/respect for Geronimo Jr. as he’d likely be the only Indigenous person he’d ever met (that he was aware of at least). The personification of the “last of a dying breed” trope you see often in such films, something he likely project onto Jr. Especially considering that being from New York he’d known of Mohawk Steelworkers but wouldn’t have known any personally.
- Serial pawn shop shopper. He knows they don’t make knives or lighters like they use to and he’s got a small collection going.
- Apart from his established knife fighting skills, he’d whittle in his free time.
-Great at darts.
- He’d be a great houseguest, very considerate and takes direction as well as he can. Doesn’t want to be deadweight on the ranch, and have a stern ‘earn his keep’ sort of vibe.
-Despite having a high interest in learning the ropes he’d still struggle. His time on the ranch would positively impact his ‘square peg being forced into a round hole’ mentality.
- Plays a mean game of checkers.
- Maybe too embarrassed to say it, but really respects Jr.’s self sufficiency and wants to take after him in some ways. Is really touched when Geronimo teaches him something. At the same time can be especially hurt when there are traditional lessons Jr. won’t share.
-Sure he can play the guitar but he’s also been teaching himself the harmonica. He’s also good at playing both the spoons and a blade of grass but he’ll never admit to either.
-Can do that really cool two finger whistle thing.
- Long story but he knows from first hand experience that chickens float in water. Pyunma isn’t impressed and Jr. thinks it’s cute he likes chickens.
- You know at some point in time Jet would do rodeo shows and live out the whole cliche bonding with a horse who can’t be broken bologna while Geronimo worked the event as an MC.
Geronimo Jr.
Which brings me to Jr.
- You know, and I mean KNOW he’s worked the Arizona circuit like no ones business. Despite the team thinking of him as stoic and saying little everyone in town knows him as their favorite MC. He’s done everything from powwows, estate sales, property auctions, all the way to rodeos.
-Those on the moccasin telegraph rumor he was a guest at G.O.N. in New Mexico one year.
- Would absolutely have an old 1988 red, sun bleached Toyota Tacoma that had seen better days but still runs. Of course the suspension is shot and leans heavily on the drivers side. The glove compartment is full of old tapes, and he’d have at least one mix tape with classic 49ers in there too.
- When he’s working as an auctioneer he goes Full Boomhauer
- Aunties love him. He’s always given an extra helping at food stalls and everyone is vying for him to say their fry bread is best, even though we all know his grandmothers was #1.
-Would be in the loop on all the local chisme.
-He can’t shop at normal stores for clothes, instead making annual custom orders through Wrangler and Dickies.
-He is why Wrangler revoked their lifetime guarantee. Too many blown out shoulder seams.
-He’s excellent at traditional methodologies and takes a lot of pride in keeping traditions alive. He’d be a great beader and leatherworker, his mitts being extremely sought after in the community with order requests coming in year round. Word is he’ll sometimes make a trade if you can do quillwork.
-Prior to the bootleg boom his family would have been respected artisans, collectors and locals alike still hold onto their older jewelry, and at a few estate sales he’d seen his dads old silver stamping tools still in circulation. Sometimes he get’s letters in the mail from a collector in another state asking to verify the family stamp.
-He’s got a lifetime ban from one diner in Albuquerque for smashing a jukebox that was playing The Ballad of Ira Hayes.
-Standardized cooking measurements do not exist in his house, everything is old school cooking in relation to yourself. A handful of this, a pinch of that.
- He has his grandmothers taste in home decor. 70′s shag rugs, wood laminate, acrylic yarn doilies, and a mug collection that at it’s best could be described as kitschy.
-While he is incredibly thankful that after being abducted he’d gotten to keep his hair, there was also the struggle to maintain like he had before. Enhanced hulking muscles meant he isn’t as flexible as he use to be, and he is unable to braid it. So he kept it short on the dolphin, and even on breaks back home he’d grow it out in a bun tucked under his hat.
On one of the many trips where Pyunma would stay with him, he’d catch Jr. early one morning struggling to braid it. Instead offering to do so himself. This became a routine whenever Pyunma stayed over, and as far as he knew the only person Jr. will let touch his hair. Pyunma would also take a lot of pride in his handiwork, especially whenever he’d catch Jr. admiring his own reflection.
Pyunma
- He’d always wanted to visit Jr.’s ranch but maybe felt a bit awkward to ask, unsure if he’d even want the company.
- He’d immensely enjoy the monotony of ranch life, the predictability of long structured workdays giving him a chance to mentally tune out while keeping busy. A sort of stress relief from the unpredictability of his previous life back home.
- One of the only people Jr. would share teachings with because he understood that weight and responsibility that comes with it.
- Would be really into plant identification and drying them for storage. Would have a whole notebook full of illustrations and field notes based on what Jr. shared. Maybe even get into salve making on the side.
-Always carries a canteen to water the plants he harvests from, even when Jr. isn’t watching.
- Loves, loves, loves telling Jet believable lies about ranch stuff. Think lying about a weed being a cure all for muscle soreness, only to have Jr. ask where the hell he’d heard that from.
- Big fan of cinnamon instant oatmeal, Jr. is sure to stock up when he knows Pyunma is coming by.
- Of all the hand crafts Jr. had shared with him, Pyunma’s favorite would be dressing feathers. He’s got a near cult following in the fancy dance community for his bustle work.
- Very good at removing the stickers from nopales, often times double and triple checking Jr.’s handiwork before they make breakfast.
- Not afraid of rattlesnakes, but respects them deeply. Firm believer in the old rope trick.
- Can haggle with the best of them at vendor stalls, he knows a tourist price when he hears one.
- Enjoys listening to old radio dramas while laying in the back of Jr.’s truck at night. Eventually getting all three of them to make it a part of the weekly routine. They sit outside and start a fire, and make dinner before tuning in. They eat in silence, and when it get’s cold they all share a big wool pendleton.
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Activity Check - 12
"I know there may be universes out there where I made different choices and they led me somewhere else, led me to someone else."
Her hand clutched onto the business card, her lips pressed together as she gazed at the embossed letters. SANCTUM. She inhaled sharply, considering it for a moment before she smoothed the dress her nurse had purchased for her as a parting gift. It felt familiar - not because it looked like anything she’d ever owned, but because it fit the specifications of the uniform she knew. Not that of a soldier, that of a woman from her Haredi community. As she pulled it on and looked at herself in the mirror, she felt like the girl she’d been just a few years before. Knees and elbows covered, her dark hair gathered in a braid down her back, her eyes filled with a sadness she couldn’t quite place.
She knew what she had to do, even if she felt hesitant about it. Where else could she go? What other community did she know? There were simply two choices, and neither was one she felt secure in. The IDF had offered her a medical discharge but couldn’t she re-enlist? Better yet, could she handle it? Without Chaya? With her nightmares? Atarah wasn’t sure she was brave enough to try, though returning home with her tail between her legs, likely, might’ve been far more of a delicate mission. She glanced back at the business card, the pad of her finger caressing the words. It had been very nice for that Sophia woman to stop by her bedside, but she didn’t belong in Seattle. Besides, she had a flight to catch.
“I don’t know if they’ll want to see you.” Leah, her eldest sister, said on the phone, cries of her youngest baby, her fifth child, reverberating in the background. “But Atarah, this is where you belong. I’m sure we can find you a match, you can get married and have kids. You’ll just have to return to the lifestyle. Is that what you want?”
The question had hung in the air even as she arrived at Seattle-Tacoma International Airport, as she went through security and as she sat at her gate. Was this what she wanted? Was she really going to go home, to give up any opportunity of independence or secular life and give herself back over to God? Atarah couldn’t ignore the doubt in her stomach that left her unsettled, but she knew no other option.
She inhaled sharply, clenching her eyes shut as her gate was called. Her eyes pricked with tears as she understood the choice she was making. Standing to her feet, she gazed at the men with black hats; the women wearing wigs dutifully following behind, the prayer books in their grasps as she followed them onto the plane. Settling into her window seat, she took one last glance out at America and sighed.
Goodbye America, Goodbye freedom.
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“I absolutely need to see / read something where Tom and Maddie try and teach Sonic to swim. If anyone does this I’ll love you forever.”
@sakuraconsoles ~Ask and you shall receive~
@rockmilkshake ~ I was halfway through writing this when you posted your artwork, so some of this will based off the art you just posted~
I was literally up until midnight writing this. I am very tired but it was worth it.
Sonic kicked his legs back and forth excitedly as he sat in the back seat of Tom’s new Tacoma, staring out the window watching the power lines rush by.
Tom was in the drivers seat, his elbow out the window as he kept his eyes on the road while Maddie was going through her phone, her hair in 2 long french braids, humming along to the song playing on the radio.
Since it was getting near the end of the spring season, Tom and Maddie have been booked with working more hours while he’s been plagued with to what he considers, an illegal amount of homework so close to spring break.
Maddie had told him the day before that they were all going to a new place for the day, a place he hasn’t been to yet.
Ever since then, he was just going to town with questioning the couple on their new destination.
‘This is the first time in awhile we’ve gone anywhere together on a Saturday, must be a real awesome place if i never seen it.’ He thought as he started thinking of where they were going.
"Are we going to the park?"
"No"
"Oh, hooow about the skating ring?"
"Nope”
“Umm...Oh! Are you taking us to the baseball field?” He sat up in his seat, trying to see Tom’s face as he drove.
Tom made a buzzing noise as he kept his eyes on the road.
Sonic huffed as he plopped back against the seat. He looked up and titled his head to the side.“.....are you taking us to Olive Garden again?” He said in a deadpan voice.
Maddie stifled a laugh while Tom gasps, adjusting his rear view mirror to look at the pouting hedgehog. “Hey what’s with that tone? I thought you liked Olive Garden?”
“I mean I do! But like you always get that never ending pasta bowl. They have other foods to eat you know.” He shrugged his shoulders as looked down at his sneakers.
“But that’s the thing about the never ending pasta bowl.” He glanced back at Sonic, taking his eyes off the road for a second.
“It never ends.” He turned back around, laughing to himself.
Sonic rolled his eyes at the poor joke. “Pfft well for you yeah, only because you can never finish the whole thing in one sitting.”
“Hey! It’s not my fault they made the food Im-pasta-ble to eat.”
Maddie tightened her mouth in a straight line, shaking her head and glancing out the window while Sonic gave a unintended snicker behind his glove.
Tom’s head snapped up. “Was that a laugh I just heard?”
“No, it wasn’t.” He replied, muffled due to his hand covering his mouth.
“Then why are you smiling behind your glove?”
Dropping his hand quickly, he crossed his arms and shrugged his shoulders. “I wasn’t smiling, i was making sure you didn’t hear that pity laugh.”
Tom held up a finger up. “Ah! so you admit it was a laugh then?”
“I....uggh ok fine it was.” He groaned, hitting his head against the seat.
Tom gave a small “yes” as he winked at Maddie.
Maddie smiled back at him and gave a small laugh. “You guys are so adorable.”
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Getting antsy, Sonic’s leg began bouncing out of impatience as they were getting near their destination.
“We’ve been in this car for so long! Are we there yet?”
Tom let out a chuckle. “It’s only been 15 minutes bud.”
“It feels like it’s been 15 hours! We’ve been driving for so loooonnng.” He laid down dramatically on his side, closing his eyes.
Maddie turned around, clutching his hand and shaking it to get his attention. “Well have you guessed where we’re going yet?”
He sat back up. “No, i absolutely have no idea where we’re going.”
“Well, you can stop guessing now cause we are now here.” Tom pulled into a parking space.
Due to his small stature, Sonic unbuckled and stood up on the seat to look outside.
What he saw was people, mostly kids walking towards a small brown building.
Only they were carrying fairly large bags, some were carrying long, colorful tubes, beach towels and chairs.
‘Wait, are we at the-?’
“Welcome to the Green Hills community pool!” Tom addressed with flair as he got out of the car, earning odd looks from some passing teens.
Sonic jumped down from his seat to the ground, shutting the door behind him. Tom went to the trunk to get their things while Maddie answered a call on her cellphone, walking away so he couldn’t overhear her conversation.
He glanced around at the groups heading inside, most were paying him no mind while only a few, mostly toddlers, would stare at him in fascination while they walked with their parents.
‘Quite a lot of people are here today, it’s not even that hot out today.’
Zipping over to the wire fence, he’s eyes widened at the sight before him.
“Oh sweet chimichanga.”
The area of place was a pretty big, whether that was due to his size or not was up to him,
The pool had about 2 slides around the length of the pool, a short, open blue slide and a tall, teal slide that formed a spiral to the water and a long diving board, which he saw a few people jumping and doing flips off it.
He looked over to where the lawn chairs were set up, there were more people sitting in the grass on towels rather than the chairs leaving a lot of open spaces, either reading, sunbathing, a few couples even making out underneath the trees.
“Ew, how do they even breath when they do that?”
He zipped back to truck where Tom was shutting the trunk, unloading the last of the bags.
“Ok that’s everything, here you can carry this one, it’s light enough for you.” He passes Sonic a small bag, which was filled with mostly towels and bagged lunches.
Maddie walked back over to them, face beaming as she put her phone in her purse.
“We all set?”
Tom nodded as he passed a bag to Maddie. “Yep, all ready to swim in cold, dirty water with random strangers.”
“Tom...”
“What? We basically are.”
“I know but I don’t want to think about that while I’m swimming in said water.”
“Just think of it like your taking a cold bath.....but using chlorine and with random people who are almost naked.”
“Oh my god Tom, please just stop.”
The hedgehog stifled his laughs as he walked behind them, before pausing with a look of confusion and slight disgust morphed on his face.
‘Wait, is it really like that?’
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“Ok close your eyes.”
Sonic obeyed as Maddie smeared some sunscreen on his face and muzzle, scrunching his face at the cold feeling and odd smell.
Sitting cross legged on the lawn chair, he started to rub at his face. “Ick, why do I have to wear sunscreen? I have fur all over my body.”
Maddie grabbed his hand. “Yeah but parts of your face doesn’t, so it could be more eligible to be sunburnt than the rest of your body.” She helped him spread the lotion around his eyes and face.
“Ugh does it have to smell so bad?”
“Better safe than sorry sweetie.” She shrugged as she got up, rubbing his head as she sat behind him.
He sighed as he laid back against her shoulder, watching his head quills from poking her.
“Who are you texting on your phone?”
“My boyfriend, Arnold.”
He shot up, shocked. “Your what?!?”
Laughing, she shook her head and put her hand on his shoulder. “No I was just joking, I’m just texting a friend.”
He grabbed his chest, sighing in relief. “Oh man, at first I thought you were actually taking Rachel’s advice on leaving Tom.”
“Hmmm I wouldn’t call it advice, it’s more like a order.”
“Heh pretty much yeah.”
The two sat in silence for a moment before the sound of Tom grunting and the scraping of a chair caught their attention.
He continued to pull the heavy lawn chair over, before simply picking it up and setting it down next to them.
He sat down, wiping his “Whew! It’s starting to get more busy in here, I had to almost fight someone to get this chair.”
Maddie made a face as she put her arm around Sonic, who was still leaning against her. “Who was fighting you for the chair?”
“Mrs. Tailor.”
Sonic let out a gasp. “You tried to fight Flower Power lady?”
“Yeah and she did not take well.” He sheepishly said as he motioned his eyes over to where she was.
She was glaring straight at him at the pool entrance, scowling and making a very rude hand gesture at him.
“I have a feeling we’re not going to get those petunias half priced anymore Maddie.”
She sighed. “Oh great.”
Sonic squinted at Mrs. Tailor. “What’s that thing she’s doing with her hand mean?”
“It’s a bad thing and don’t let me ever catch and hear you doing that.” Tom replied sternly, pointing a finger at him.
Sonic held up his hands. “Ok, ok I won’t.”
“Good.”
Maddie’s phone chimed, she got up as she checked it.
“I got to take this, don’t upset anyone else’s while I’m gone!” She jogged towards the entrance, speaking to whoever was on the other line.
Tom leaned over towards Sonic, who was looking through the lunch bag. “You noticed that she’s been in the phone a lot today?”
“Yeah, I think she’s talking to Rachel or something.” He said nonchalantly as he put the bag down and stretched his arms.
“Yeah?”
“Either that or it’s her boyfriend Arnold.”
“Uh hu- wait Arnold?”
“Yeah Arnold Schwarzenegger, she really has her eyes on him.”
“.....Sonic that’s not funny.”
“I know, I thought she would be into to Tom Cruise.”
“Why on earth would she be into Tom Cruise?”
“Have you SEEN the way that guy runs? Now that’s a man.”
Tom scoffed, getting annoyed. “Wha- compared to who?”
Sonic looked Tom up and down. “Compared to you I guess.”
“You little-.”
“I thought I told you guys not to upset anyone?” Maddie came over to them, hands on her hips.
Sonic pointed a finger at Tom. “He thinks that you don’t love him anymore.”
Tom swatted Sonic's finger away. “No, no that’s not what I meant.”
Maddie raised her eyebrow, amused.
“Maddie, who would you prefer, me or Tom Cruise?.”
“Tom Cruise.” She replied with no hesitation.
Sonic brust into laughter, nearly falling off the chair. Tom’s mouth gaped open, putting his hand on his chest dramatically. “Maddie...why?”
“That chizzled look he has on his face everytime he smiles at people, it’s amazing.”
“What about when I would smile?”
“That’s your saving grace, it’s actually better than his.”
“Oh what a relief.”
“Ew, if you two are down flirting, can we please go in th-.”
“Hey Sonic!”
Sonic stopped as he heard his name being called, the voice sounding very familiar.
He looked up at Maddie, who was glancing at him smiling. “Maddie am I losing it or did that sound like-.”
“Sonic! Over here!”
He turned to where the voice came from and saw someone waving to them, a young girl who has wearing her hair in small, beaded braids running towards them through the grass.
“Jojo!?”
He got off the chair and zoomed over to her, stopping right in front of her and sliding right into a hug.
Jojo giggles as she put down her bag and hugs him back tightly, lifting him slightly off the ground.
She released him as she grabbed her bag off the ground and walked next to him.
“Oh man I didn’t know you were coming to visit!”
“Yeah, mom and aunt Maddie made sure I couldn’t tell you anything.”
“What? Geez everyone’s just keeping stuff from me, so your mom is here too?”
“Yeah, she’s in the car making sure that her makeup looks good.”
“....Why is she wearing makeup when she’s going swimming?”
“She tells me that the ‘most worthy’ guys always come to the pool to check out the women.”
He stopped and looked up at her with disgust. “What?”
“I don’t know either.” She glanced back, shrugging her shoulders. Sonic looked back and saw her through the car window, applying said lipstick.
“I don’t understand our family.”
“Neither do I, but I’m glad that you’re here though, it’s nice to have a kid around my age in this family, who’s also not a crazy adult.” She smiled as she grabbed his hand.
He grinned, giving her hand a squeeze. “Heh Yeah, me too Jo.”
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“Ok I’m pretty sure this jacket is trying to suffocate me.” Sonic tried to adjust his mini life jacket, only to end up nearly choking himself.
“Ok, here let me help.” Tom adjusts his jacket, putting pressure off his back quills. “And here are your floaties.”
“Is this really necessary?” He winced as Tom shoves the floaties on his arms. “They’re really tight.”
“Well yeah dude, since you never swam before you need to train yourself to swim with it so you can eventually swim without them.”
“Why can’t I just that donut tube thingy like Jojo's?” He motions over to her, who was using said tube spin fast and around in a circle.
“Because of your extravagant spikey hairstyle, it would poke holes all over it beyond return.”
“Right I see your point there."
Maddie was over near the chairs, putting away her clothes while talking to Rachel, who once in a while would shoot a nasty look at Tom.
Clapping his hands together, Tom took a running stance. "Alright people stand back, I'm about to make a major tidal wave!"
Tom jumped and made a cannonball into the water, Jojo letting out a scream as she covered her head from the incoming splash. Tom broke the surface, wiping his hair and water from his face.
"Whoo! Yeah! How about that Maddie? Can Tom Cruise do that?"
Maddie looked over at Tom as she led Sonic towards the edge of the pool. "Yes Tom, he can do a cannonball just like that."
"Dang it, can you believe this Jojo?"
"Uncle Tommy, even I can do a cannonball like that."
"Jojo! You're supposed to be on my side!" He responded with splashing water at her, who retaliated by grabbing a nearby pool noodle and started whacking him in the head with it.
"Get him Jojo! Let him have it! Show him no mercy!" Rachel applauded her daughter from her seat, pulling out her phone to record it.
"Oh come Rach, I know we have a rivalry but using your own daughter to- Ow! Wha- where'd you get two of them!?"
Meanwhile, Maddie was into the water until it went up to her waist, turning around she held out her hand to Sonic, who was now barefoot and placed his shoes near the lawn chair. "Ok it's going to be pretty cold at first so it's best if you just come in quickly."
"Maddie, You know that's my specialty." He said smugly as he got into a running stance.
Maddie's face drops. "Wait Sonic that's not what i-." Her voice fell to deaf ears as he jumped over her and dove into the cold water.
He burst through the water, coughing and screaming from the shock of the cold. "OH MY GOD! IT'S FREEZING! MAD- MADDIE HELP!"
Quickly rushing over to him, she lifts him up and smacks her hand against his back, helping him get rid of the water he inhaled.
Panting and coughing, he wipes the water from his stinging eyes. "Oh man."
"I tried to warn you but.."
"Yeah...that wa-, that was my bad."
Hearing Sonic's screams, Tom and Jojo swam over towards them.
Tom looks at Sonic, still rubbing his eyes. "What happened?"
"He dove in too soon and got the penalty for it." She rubbed his back as he shook his head to get the water out of his ears.
Jojo swims closer to him. "I did the same thing too when I was learning how to swim."
"Really?" His voice shaking slightly due to his shivering.
"Yeah, but the one thing I always do when I swim is try to keep my shoulders under the water."
Maddie lowered him back into the water, still having a hold on him. "I don't think I can keep them under the water due to this jacket."
"Oh you just splash some water on it if you can't." She demonstrates by pouring water on her shoulders.
Sonic copies her, shivering slightly.
Tom takes Sonic's hand and brings him further out, he feels the hedgehog grip his hand tighter.
"You're good buddy, I've got you."
"Hmm-mmm."
Getting to a empty space, Tom picked him up in his arms bridal style, earning a surprised yelp from him.
"Ok, so we're just gonna try floating first so we don't have to keep carrying you the whole time."
"Ok..."
"Ok here we go." He slowly lowered him into the water, his hands underneath his back and legs.
"Oooh god it's still freezing." He shivered with a face of discomfort.
"Yeah I know, this is why we're practicing this first."
He let him float for a few seconds before removing his hands entirely, the teen didn't notice as he kept looking up at the sky.
"How you feeling?"
"Um good, I can barely hear your voice due to the water in my ears." He says a little louder than he realizes.
"Good, that's good." He helped Sonic float upright, motioning Jojo over to them.
"So for this next part, I'm gonna use Jojo as an example. Jojo, could you show Sonic how you swim without the tube?"
"Sure!" She placed the tube on the cement and started to swim around the two.
"Now see how she's using her arms with her legs to make her move while also staying afloat?"
"Yeah."
"You have to find a balance with that flow so you can swim better, you might swim like Jo or completely different, it takes practice."
"Whatever you say donut lord." He faked saluted him.
Tom placed him forward in the water, both hands underneath his stomach as he practiced moving his arms and legs slowly.
"You don't have to move them that slowly, you can move them faster."
"Ok then." He replies with a sly grin. He then moves his limbs like a motorboat, splashing Tom's face in the process.
"Sonic! I didn't mean that fast!"
He slowed them down, looking back at him. "Oh you weren't being specific."
"I'm pretty sure that was very specific." He shook the water from his face.
Tom saw Maddie get back in the pool, giving him an idea.
"Let's try something with motivation, see if you can get to Maddie over by the steps."
Sonic looks to where Maddie was standing, who was letting her shoulders soak in the water.
"She's pretty far from us, I can barely move from this spot as it is."
"You gotta remember to cup your hands when you wade through the water and keep kicking your legs so you can keep up the momentum."
The teen looked up at him, uncertainty coming onto his face.
"Hey compared to what you've fought through before you came to us, this is going to be a synch for you."
"I know but..." His voice gets quiet as he avoids Tom's glance.
"Sonic?" He looks at Jojo.
She grabs his shoulder firmly. "I believe in you."
"Really?"
"Definitely." She grinned holding her fist out.
Smiling, Sonic bumped her fist with his and took a deep breath, looking ahead towards Maddie. "Alright, let's do this."
Cupping his hands, he paddled and kicked his legs towards Maddie.
Maddie, noticing him swimming at her went to move closer to him.
"No! Don't move! I want to see if I can swim to you!" He panted as he kept up his pace.
Nodding, she waded in place as Sonic paddled.
'Geez this would be easier if i paddled even faster.'
Giving the idea a try he moved his arms and legs faster, gaining some momentum but not for long.
" *pant* Why *pant* isn't this *pant* working?"
Maddie yelled from across the pool. "You gotta move slowly since you weigh less in the water, the slower you go, the farther you get!"
"What? That makes no sense!"
"That's how science is sometimes."
"Well science needs to chill out." He murmured to himself.
He was more than halfway there when he was starting to feel his arms tire out. Tom and Jojo cheered him on from other end.
"Come on Sonic! you're almost there!" "Go Sonic go!"
Now being a foot away from him, Maddie held out her arms towards him. "C'mon sweetie you're almost there!"
With determination, he kicked his legs and moved his arms with one final push right into her arms.
Maddie snatched him up and spun him around in a hug. "Alright! Look at you! You swam so far!"
Still panting, he glanced back to where Tom and Jojo were, currently cheering at his successful attempt.
"Oh...yeah.....that's....great." he panted as his head unconsciously fell on Maddie's shoulder.
Tom made his way over to them. "Oh man, that took alot out of him huh?"
"Hmm yeah, but he made it though didn't you?" She praised him, bouncing him in her arms.
"Yeah...but that was alot....even for me." He weakly raised his arm, only let it fall to his side. "It feels like I ran for a year straight."
"Yeah swimming will do that to you, especially if you're not used to it." He ruffled Sonic's head before calling to Jojo.
"Time for a break Jo! It's lunchtime!"
"Ok!" Jojo got out and went over to get her towel, which was right near her mother who was trying to flirt with an uninterested lifeguard.
"I better save that guy from Rachel." Tom grunted as he got out and walked over towards the girls.
Maddie made her way towards the steps leading out the pool, still carrying Sonic in her arms.
She shook him slightly. "Hey try to stay awake for a little longer, I packed your favorite for lunch." She spoke softly.
Sonic lifted his head slowly. "Hot dogs?"
"With some homemade jalapeno sauce, probably can't get that from Mrs. Tailor anymore either."
"Maddie...you are an angel sent from above." He stretched his arms.
"Aw thank you, make sure you tell Tom that you think that, I could get so much compliments from him for at least a month."
"Haha, alright you got a deal."
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Y’all this is part one! I repeat!! There is a part two!! Literally no one has read yet!! ❤️❤️
She was a friend of Trager’s, from his past. A young girl he’d saved almost twenty years ago now a grown woman thriving. She worked as a waitress at a bar in Sacramento, and Tig often made visits to see her. As he visited last, he had mentioned that he was concerned for her health and wellbeing. He’d said things were getting kind of crazy around Charming. She took that as a warning to get out of Dodge, so she did. She found a place in Dallas to hunker down, found a good job, and made a little life for herself. She was alone, of course, but she had a few friends.
She got ready for work, putting her hair up into two cute little braided buns, pinning back any loose hair before putting on some winged eyeliner and mascara, some fake lashes, and bright red lips. Smoothing her black button down shirt and fixing her collar, she gets on her bike and heads to work. A few Hispanic bikers showed up as soon as the doors opened. They drank and cheered, celebrating something. She smiled as she wiped down the bar, hands pressing onto the wooden top stopping her circles. She looked up and met the most gorgeous pair of blue eyes.
“Hi! What can I get for ya?” She asks, biting her bottom lip ever-so-slightly as she finished speaking. The blonde’s grin only got wider as he ordered a drink, the leather kutte that rested atop his bare shoulders at first had her heart racing. He was gorgeous. Tall, blonde, wide shoulders, beautiful blue eyes, my god. He was a sight for sore eyes. Her eyes scanned the leather, reading his patches. Sgt. at Arms, Tacoma. Those two meant something to her, as she thought about it while she poured him a drink, and when it hit her she slid the drink to him without another look before disappearing. Her heart was pounding so heavily she thought it might explode. She was leaned against the cool brick wall when Jade found her with a concerned look.
“You okay?” She asks, grabbing the woman’s shoulder. Tig was a sergeant at arms for SAMCRO, and if this guy was the same for Tacoma, she had a bad feeling this guy wasn’t here on pleasure.
“Yeah, sorry. Just felt sick for a second, I’m fine.” She grins, heading back inside to find the blonde still planted at the bar. A few more men made it to the bar, and she could feel the blonde’s eyes on her every move. “You need a refill, Darlin’?” She asks, and his eyes meet hers for a moment as he nods, winking at her. Her knees went weak for a second as his fingers brushed hers when he took the glass.
“Thanks, doll.” She almost visibly choked at the nickname. She’d only been called that by one other person. Her eyes jolted to his and he winked once more, sipping from his drink and watching the golf on the TV above the bar. She hurriedly got the other men their drinks before returning to stand in front of the gorgeous biker.
“You know Trager?” She hushes, eyes pleading him for something. He couldn’t quite tell what she wanted him to say, so he gambled on a yes.
“Yeah, I’m SAMTAC, here on vacation. Trager and I go back pretty far.” He chuckles, taking another sip from his drink.
“Right, got a name blue eyes?” She asks, giving him a little smirk.
“Kozik.” He chuckles, reaching for her knuckles. He takes them into one big, ringed hand for a second before dropping it on the bar.
“Well Kozik, what brings a Tacoma bad boy like you to Dallas on vacation?” She asks, wiping out a couple glasses as her eyes scan the bar for anyone looking for a drink.
“Just got sick of Washington, I guess. Needed a change of scenery. And I gotta tell ya, I’m lovin’ the view.” She snorts, rolling her eyes as she pours another drink for one of the men down the bar.
“How many poor unsuspecting crow eaters you use that on?” She scoffs with a smile. He laughs, giving her a great big smile making her heart jump.
“Probably too many.” He admits, shaking his head.
“Where ya staying?” She asks, writing down her name, apartment, and phone number on an old tab receipt.
“Mariot. Lemme tell ya, those beds suck ass.” He chuckles, eyes watching her scribble. Tig made Kozik a deal, if he could get the girl back to SAMCRO he could patch in. He took the job confidently, how hard could it be to convince a chick to get on a motorcycle with a hot biker? He chuckled to himself as he thought about Tig’s conversation.
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“Kozik!” Tig shouted through the shop, finding the blonde in the lot working on his bike. “Dumbass! I got a job for ya!” He shouted, waving the big blonde into the clubhouse.
“What’s up?” He asks, wiping his hands off on a grease rag in his pocket.
“Tell you what, with all the shit that went down with Gemma, it got me thinking about a girl I saved.” Kozik snorted, raised his brows at the older man. Tig scowled, swatting him upside the head. “Not like that you fuckin’ idiot. Anyway, this girl is really important man. Be serious, or I’ll find someone else.” Tig warned, pointed a finger at the younger man.
“Sorry, man. Go on.”
“Anyway, lockdown is in four days. You gotta get this girl back here so I can keep her safe.” His eyes were darker than normal, Kozik noticed. Tig really cared about this girl.
“Okay, what’s in it for me? Where is she even at?” Tig looked to the floor.
“I’ll let you patch in. She’s in Dallas at a hole in the wall bar, I’ll give you the address. You up for the challenge?” He asked, scribbling down the information he needed. He watched on as Tig pulled his chained wallet from his pocket and pulled a picture from it. His thumb brushed over the little Polaroid.
“Dallas, man? That like twenty five hours away without stops dude.” He groaned, frowning. Tig grabbed his shoulder and Kozik met his eyes.
“I know, I know it’s a lot. But if anyone has a chance at convincing her to come home, it’s you. Please.” Kozik could tell he was so serious. With a heavy sigh, he grabbed the photo from Tig’s hands and the address and got ready to head out. “Kid? Be careful. She’s a firecracker. She could, in fact, kill you if you piss her off, courtesy of me by the way.” He chuckled before he headed back to the garage.
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“Well here, I’m not sure if my fold out couch is any better but Pop wouldn’t want me leaving you in a shitty motel.” She chuckles, sliding her information across the bar to the man before disappearing out of sight. Her shift is cut short by Jade appearing and grabbing the towel from her hands.
“You and blondie get outta here, Dax wants me to close up since we’ve been pretty dead. Go on!” She laughs, pushing the younger woman out the bar’s two-way swinging door and handing her her purse.
“Oh no, he’s a friend of Pop’s. So no. I won’t be ‘getting outta here’ with him.” She laughs, hopping on her bike and starting it, when his Dyna roars up next to her.
“You out already?” He calls, giving her a sweet, sexy smirk. With a nod, she zooms away with a smile, letting him follow behind her as she headed to her apartment. Pulling into the lot, she hops off her bike, waving him into the same spot she was parked in. As she heads up the stairs, she finds Missus Cipriani sitting on her porch, coffee cup in her wrinkled hands. Grabbing a chair, she sits next to old woman and offers Kozik to lean against the rail.
“Sweet girl, you found yourself a man?” She asks, grinning at the blonde leaned against the iron railing.
“Yes ma’am,” Kozik responds before she had a chance to get the words out. Kozik steps up, patting your shoulder.
“You look nice, tell me young man, what do you do for a living?” She asks, sipping her chamomile tea with honey. Lyra could smell the sweetness and desperately longed for a cup of it.
“I’m a mechanic in Charming, California.” He smiles, gripping the ebony-curled woman’s shoulder.
“Very nice, you two are cute. Have a good night, sweet girl. I love you.” Missus Cipriani smiles as Lyra stood to head to her door. “Lyra?” She asks as Kozik stepped into the small apartment, her apple doll face scrunched up as she smiled wide. “He’s a cutie. And a keeper. Good night, baby.” She grins, all big teeth and wrinkly skin. Lyra grinned back, blowing her a kiss.
“Night, Elsie. Love you. Sleep tight. If that damn cat wakes you up again let me know, I’ll kill that scraggly bastard.” Elsie laughed so hard for a moment, Lyra couldn’t help but laugh along.
“Of course dear. Goodnight.” Lyra steps into her apartment shutting the door. She turns to face the blonde, nervous and a little scared.
“So, Kozik. That’s it? Just Kozik?” He chuckles, looking her up and down, soaking in her petite body, licking his lips.
“It’s Herman Kozik. Don’t call me Herman.” He nips, pointing a finger at her. With a giggle, she unbuttons her black shirt, pulling it off to reveal a floral tattoo on her shoulder, and a plain black bra.
“Feel free to get comfy. I’m gonna go change and I’ll be right back.” She disappears, leaving him to collect his thoughts. They should be on the road by morning or they’d never make the first night. Though if he were honest, he’d rather they stay holed up in her apartment, finding out more about each other, maybe on a deeper personal level. He found her insanely attractive, he found himself having a hard time controlling the urge to touch her.
“Hey, want a beer?” She calls from the kitchen, drawing him back to earth.
“Yeah, that’d be good. Hey, I got a question.” He states, popping his beer cap and putting it in the pocket of his kutte and taking a swig.
“What’s that?” She asks, a small smile on her lips.
“I need you to come back to Charming with me.” He croons, eyes pleading with her.
“Oh no. No you don’t.” He tries to stop her but a fire rages in her eyes, hand gripping the neck of the bottle.
“Listen, I gotta bring you in one way or—“
“No.” She states plainly, sitting on the couch next to him and sipping her beer.
“Come with me.”
“No!” She barks, glaring at him.
“You don’t have a choice. I’ll kidnap you if you wanna look at it that way. Against your will, you can tell everyone in Charming I did it. I kidnapped you, but Tig knows and so do I, it’s for your safety. Get up, we gotta go. Pack a few bags, nothing major, it’s only a week.” He informs, taking another drink trying to calm his nerves.
“Make m—“ He hand covers her mouth and he gets within inches of her face.
“Don’t. Trust me, love. That’s not gonna end well.” He growls low, watching her eyes widen under his hand. With a quick, swift kick, he was flat on his back heaving for breath as she was sprinting away. Catching her ankle, he drops her on the floor and handcuffs her. “Tig was serious.” He huffs, trying to catch his breath.
Lifting her to her feet proved difficult, especially when she slammed her head into his. Grasping at his eye and growling, he tackles her to the ground leaving her there as he headed to her bedroom to pack a couple bags. When he was finished, he dragged her to his bike. Padlocking her handcuffs to the seat strap, he tucks her bags into the saddlebags.
“Christ, you’re such an asshole.” She hisses, her wrists burning from the tight cuffs.
“I’ll take those off if you promise to behave.” He coos darkly, trying to look scary. She chuckles with a glare.
“Behave, Pop did tell you I wouldn’t go willing, didn’t he? That would be why you have the cuffs, right? I mean, unless your a motorcycling badass who plays rent-a-cop.” She snarls. He was tired. He’d been up for almost twenty-seven hours, and he was exhausted. He gave a yawn, and she felt a little bad for being such a pain. Deep down she knew Tig was doing it out of love, but had he really sent this big brute to drag her back kicking and screaming? Of course he had. He sent this big blonde on purpose. He thought she’d be so swooned by his looks that he thought he’d be able to whisk her away. “Fine, I’ll cooperate, but take these off please. Number one, it’s not safe, and number two, I’d rather hold on to you. For safety reasons of course.” She giggles.
“Oh no you don’t. I’m unhooking them on one condition only.” He growls, fingertips feeling his cheek gingerly and wincing. He’d have a black eye from her little excursion.
“And that is?”
“You look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t plan on running, kicking my ass again, or ya know, any crazy horse shit Tig taught you. He’s just trying to keep you safe, and honestly, I don’t know why he sent me. He still blames me for his dog dying. So I don’t know why he sent me, but he did. He trusts your life with me, and I plan on delivering you to him alive. How alive you are, depends on how you wanna act.” He heaves a long sigh, sucking in a huge yawn.
“I know. Listen, let’s sleep tonight and leave in the morning. You’re too tired to drive. You can even handcuff me to you if it helps.” She assures, resting her head on his warm, bare shoulder.
“Yeah, sleep sounds good.” He whispers, unlocking the padlock and helping her off the bike. They went back inside and he did like she suggested he handcuffed her to himself and they laid on the couch. He laid down first, offering on top of him as a totally viable place to be comfortable. Giving a giggle, she agreed. Laying on him, she shivers against him, reveling in the warmth and sweet cologne and smoke that swirled around them. Yanking the blanket off the back of the couch over the two, in seconds they were fast asleep.
“Morning.” She calls from the kitchen as she hears him roll over. He’d left the cuff-keys within reach, and this morning at six when she had to pee, she found them and unhooked herself. She’d considered running, he wouldn’t find her for at least a few hours. She’d decided against it. It might be nice to go back to Charming and see everyone she’d missed. With a sigh, she found herself feeling a little excited.
“Tell me, Tacoma. You originally from Tacoma? Or somewhere else?” He sat up when he heard her voice so far away.
“How did you—“ She tosses the keys to him and disappears again, returning with a plate of eggs, bacon, and toast. “Thanks.” He smiles, taking a bite. “I’m originally from Charming, but me and Tig had a falling out. I left for Washington and Tig became Sargent at Arms for SAMCRO.” He nods finishing his breakfast and standing to stretch. “Hey, I gotta drain the radiator.” She points him towards the bathroom as she heads to his bike to grab the bags he packed. As he stepped out of the bathroom, he went looking only to find the apartment empty. “Fuck!” He shouts, grabbing the door handle just as she stepped back into the apartment to get rid of half the stupid things that he packed.
“Miss me baby?” With a snide remark, she watches as he heaves a deep breath.
“Fuck off.” He breathes, grabbing her tight against him. Was he scared for her safety? Was he worried that she’d run away? He didn’t know what made him do it, but he did, arms tightening around her. Dropping her bags at his feet, and grips his shoulders. “Next time say something.” He snips, pulling himself away from her and eyeing her bags.
“I was gonna repack really quick. I figured you didn’t pack anything I’d actually wear. Which means I’m either going naked or I’m repacking. And that’s totally up to you.” He grins darkly, grabbing her up and making her squeal before he put her back on her feet.
“Go ahead, I’ll be out here.” He smiles, smacking her butt as she scampered down the hall. Appearing a moment later with her bags, she grins at him as she slips out the door, Kozik following quickly behind.
“Missus Cipriani!” She knocks on the woman’s door. As the little old woman appears, she grins when she sees the bags and the big blonde behind her. “Hey, I’m gonna be gone for like a week. You think you could water Jethro and Lucille for me? I’ll leave you my keys.” She hands over her door key, and with a smile, they disappear down the stairs.
He pulls into a gas station and fills up, heading in for a drink.
“You want a drink?” He calls to her. With a little smile, she gets off the bike and heads in with him. His eyes caught a camera in the corner and a man with a swastika on his chest. Grabbing her hips, he pulls her against him, pulling her hood up over her head. “Don’t question me.” He hums in her ear as he leads her to the case for a drink. They both grab energy drinks and head to the counter. His leather kutte should have tipped they off, but they never saw her face. He got her to the counter paid for their things and headed out, hopping on the bike. “Don’t move.” He whispers, pulling a Kevlar vest from a saddlebag and haphazardly pulling it over her head and pressing a kiss to her forehead.
“Kozi—“
“Don’t.” He whispers as the man heads out of the store to a green and off white bronco. Grabbing his cellphone, he dials Tig. “Hey! What does Weston drive? Is he bald?” He asks, his face scowling as Tig answers.
“Is she with you?” He asks, and Kozik assures she’s safe.
“Yeah, she’s got the Kevlar on. Don’t worry.” He murmurs, “listen, does Weston drive a green two tone bronco?”
“Yeah, why? He there?” He asks.
“Yeah. I got it. Just gotta lose him.” He mutters. Climbing on the bike in front of her and shedding his beautiful kutte. “Stuff this between us.” He whispers, before he hears Tig.
“Hey, can I talk to her?” Kozik hands back the phone.
“Hey Pop!” She cheers, getting a sideways glance from a half-mad Kozik.
“He keepin’ you safe?” He asks, voice somber.
“Yeah pop. He’s pretty cute too. Good choice.” She giggles, hearing the blonde huff. Peeking around his shoulder, she sees a smug grin on his face.
“Stay with him, darlin’. I know it’s not ideal, but that Weston guy is gonna try to hurt you. Let Kozik do what he needs to. Don’t fight him. Okay?” He asks as his eyes filled with tears. He was terrified that Weston found them and they hadn’t even left Dallas yet.
“Yeah, Pop. You got it. Hey, is he a good one?” Kozik listened in for a second.
“Yeah, kid. Hold on tight.” He chuckles, swiping quickly at the tears that rolled down his cheeks as Clay walked in.
“Alright, Pop. I love you.” She whispers, feeling her throat start to close.
“I love you too, doll face. You and dumbass keep each other safe, okay? I’ll see you when you get here, hunny. I love you so much.” He whispers, letting her hang up. Tig’s hands smoothed up and down his lap for a while to calm himself down. He should’ve just gone by himself. He should have just done it. Gone and brought her home. He should have never made Kozik that deal. He knew she’d find him attractive, but she sounded genuinely interested. “We need to arrange someone to pick them up the minute they hit California. Make it look like a heist. I’ll send someone else for the bike with a tow truck. Kozik already has a tail. Weston.” He growls.
“Who’s Weston?” She asks as they floor it onto the highway. Kozik checking his mirrors to see the bronco get on right behind them.
“Hold on, babygirl.” He yells over the whipping wind as he cranks the speed. Revering in the feel of her arms squeezing tightly to him, he guns it harder as he weaves through traffic. He hadn’t even meant to call her that, but it slipped out and he didn’t take it back.
“Kozik! He’s gone!” She shouts, giving a shriek and hugging tighter to him as he guns it harder. They headed up to the panhandle of Texas and into New Mexico. As they pulled off into a big gas station and he pulls the bike between two big semis.
“Hey, you can take off the Kevlar. It’s okay. Weston got off in Albuquerque, I got a scout leading him back to Charming.” The pretty blonde heading into the store after filling the bike. She slipped into the bathroom and sat down to pee when she heard the door open and her heart stopped.
“Darlin’?” His rough sweet voice calls from the doorway.
“Yeah.” She calls, finishing up and heading out to find something to drink.
“Hey baby, you okay?” He asks, his arm loosely hanging over her shoulder.
“Yeah, I’m good. Let’s go eat somewhere.” She coos, grabbing onto the front of his kutte.
“Yeah, I suppose we better. You up for breakfast?” He asks, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.
“Yeah, that sounds good. You okay?” She asks, eyeing him. He looked tired and scared. He looks up for only a moment before he grabs her hand and leads her to the counter with a couple energy drinks and a bag of pizza combos.
“I’m just tired.” He chuckles, dropping a ten on the counter and heading out the door, his favorite black-haired girl in tow.
“Yeah, you ready to find some grub?” She giggles as he swings her in a sweet circle, one arm around her waist, the other clasping her hand. “And you can dance.” She grins, laughing as he swings and twirls her.
“Not a lot.” He laughs, helping her onto the bike before climbing on, her small arms wrapping around his abdomen and holding tightly as he searched for a breakfast place. Pulling into a parking lot across from a Mariot was a little diner he prayed served breakfast. It was close by, they could walk over for actual breakfast in the morning. They had finally made it to Milan, that Kozik read on a pamphlet at the door. Heading into the restaurant, Kozik’s hand doesn’t leave her waist. They’d fallen into an easy routine of being in love, and they barely knew each other. He found he wasn’t curious. He’d loved just being around her. He lets her into the corner against the wall, sliding in next to her.
“Hi! Welcome to Milan! What can I get you two to drink?” Asks the bubbly, curvy waitress, with a happy smile. Kozik assessed her quickly before giving her one of his biggest smiles, making the young girl blush. Lyra felt her heart drop for a second, gripping his thigh.
“I’d like a coffee, just black.” She smiles, giving the blonde dirty look.
“Coffee too, got a long trip ahead.” He smiles, patting her upper thigh in contentment. As the girl nods and wisps away, he presses a kiss to her forehead and murmurs in her ear. “Darlin’, the only person in here with my full attention,” his fingers danced up her thigh, making her shift, “is you, babygirl. Don’t you worry.” He rasps, nipping at her ear before straightening up and flipping open a menu. She let out a few shaky breaths as the waitress reappeared with their coffee.
“You need a few minutes to look over the menu?” She asks, pulling her order book and pencil out.
“I do, you?” She looks to the blonde, kissing the bare skin of his upper arm where the tattoo sat.
“I need just a minute. Sorry, we’ve never been here.” He chuckles, one hand absently gently running back and forth along her inner thigh, exciting her senses and making her knees pull together squeezing his fingertips to make him stop.
“What are you doing?” She hushes into his ear, pressing an ardent kiss to the corner of his lips. He turns his head and kisses her square on the lips, his own warm and inviting. The waitress appeared back with her book, ready to take an order.
“If we order, can we get it packaged to-go?” He asks, one arm slung over her shoulders lazily.
“Yeah absolutely! What can I get packed up for ya?” They ordered breakfast, each getting two different things and got their bag of breakfast food and headed to the hotel across the street. He handed off the food to her and carried their bags in. After checking in, they all but sprinted to the room. He was ready to get her undressed, find out what that big tee shirt and shorts were hiding.
As they slipped into the room, she dropped the food on a table, yanking her clothes off in a whirlwind of flying objects, their clothes landing in a pile together. His warm, strong body met hers feverishly, holding her tight as his lips found hers in a passionate meet of tongues and lips. Her fingers combed through his soft blonde spikes, his fingers tangling in her dark ebony curls as they fell to her shoulders when he broke her hair tie. With a laugh, they continued to get more heated. Digging his wallet from his jeans pocket on the floor, he pulls over a condom, rolling it on as she watched. Grabbing his wallet chain, he unhooks in from his wallet, hauling her back against the bed and wrapping the wallet chain around her wrists twice and clipping them to the bannister of the metal bed frame. He stretched her legs straight down under him and she sucked in a breath when his lips met her cool skin with hot kisses and nips. He ground his hips into hers with smooth rhythm.
He gave a low growl as he slid into her, her eyes blown wide legs wrapping around his waist and her ankles crossing. Unhooking her hands and unwinding the cold chain, he drags it along her clammy hot skin sending shivers down her spine and leaving her gasping for air. The cold shocked her and he grinned as he dropped the chain to the floor and her hands found his back, nails biting into his muscular shoulders.
Hands digging for a hold on him as they reached their peak, Kozik grunting against her as he rode out his high, leaving the two breathless and sated. He padded to the bathroom and she heard the shower start. With a deep breath, she headed in after him with her little travel shower kit. They climbed in the shower and she grabbed her kit and handed him a bottle of men’s shower gel and grabbed her own floral scented body wash.
“Should I ask why you have men’s shower gel?” He chuckles, giving her a little smile.
“Tig sends me a bottle every year for Christmas. I told him I missed having him around so he sent me a bottle of shower gel to put in the corner like he still lived with me, or least visited.” She explains shyly, scrubbing his back, using the loofah to trace the letters etched into his wide shoulders. Something about the black ink against his lightly golden skin, the blonde hair and those beautiful ocean blue eyes that drank her in so often, she fell in love. She was totally in love with this perfect, gorgeous stranger. Pop had done it on purpose. He took the loofah from her hands and squeezed out the men’s body wash before putting her floral pink shimmery wash and scrubbing up and down her body. He found himself mesmerized by her beauty.
A few hours pass and she was reading a pamphlet about the twenty-four-hour pool. Shaking Kozik’s shoulder, he rolls and grunts, waving her away from him. Grabbing her cell phone and a towel, she changes into her two piece swim suit and heads down to the pool. Oddly enough, at two in morning, there was a man at the pool, short dark hair and a swastika tattoo at the base of his throat. He was tall, gangly, all arms and legs as he did laps around the pool seemingly minding his own business. She sits her towel on the fold out chair and saunters into the hot tub.
“Shit, it’s early.” He peeked through one eye and looked at the clock that sat on the side table. 3:45AM gleamed red. He reached for her waist to find the bed empty. Shaking his head, he waited a few minutes before getting up to check the bathroom to find the door open and light off. His heart started to pound as he started down the halls to the pool. Shoving into the pool room, he’s woken completely by the bleach smell starting a fire in his nostrils. He looked through the room and found it empty, expect for a SAMCRO towel hanging on a chair. “No.” He mutters, grabbing the towel and hunting around for any other idea as to where she went.
“Jump in, the water’s fine.” A dark voice calls from behind the blonde man. Kozik turns slowly to face a tall brunette, gangly with a swastika tattoo on his chest. Kozik leaned over the edge to find her sitting on the bottom of the pool.
“Christ!” He jumps in, jeans and black tee, grabbing her and dragging her to the surface and ripping the tape from her mouth and pulling her against him. Smoothing the hair from her face and starts chest compressions. “Come on! Come on! Please! Don’t do this to me!” He shouts, giving her chest compressions until she coughs up some water, sucking in a breath and sputtering up water. “Christ.” He heaves, gathering her against him and undoing the ties around her arms and legs. Lifting her up, he carries her to the chair, grabbing her towel and wrapping it around her. Carrying her up to their room, he calls Tig to let them know what happened. He puts the phone on speaker as he continues to bustle around, pulling all of her wet clothes off of her. No answer. Slapping the phone shut, he tosses it aside to dry her off with a towel and tugging one of his tee shirts onto her and dragging the three layers of blankets up over her. He dials Tig once more, tucking his piece into the band of his jeans and getting everything packed up. They were leaving. In six hours she’d be the safest she could be at TM and he couldn’t handle her wandering off anymore. Why couldn’t she just listen to him? He paced back and forth until Tig finally answered.
“She’s okay.” Kozik starts, “but one of Weston’s guys tried to drown her.”
“What?” Tig storms.
“She’s fine. Sleeping right now. But I have everything packed and we’re leaving in a few hours. We’re six hours away. I’m gonna get her ready to head out in two hours. I’ll call before we hit the road. Tig I’m sorry. I’ll kill that son of a bitch.” He assures, still pacing.
“Lemme talk to her.” He asks.
“She’s sleeping, man.” He looks to her, eyes closed chest gently rising and falling.
“Kozik.” He warns. Carefully, he shook her shoulder and woke her up.
“Sorry, babygirl. Your pop wants to chat at ya for a minute.” She takes the phone, looking at him with a sad, tired smile.
“Hey, you okay?” Tig asks.
“I’m okay.” Her voice is almost non-existent as she rasps out the words.s
“Good to hear, baby. Kozik wasn’t with you when you went to the pool?” Tig drills her with questions and she starts to hunker into the blankets and drops the phone.
“Hey! She got really scared. What ever you were saying she got so scared, man. Listen, she’s safe. I’ll have her there in eight hours.”
“You better.” He growls. “You’ll be lucky if I even let you patch in after this.”
“Listen man, I don’t even care. As long as I get her back in one piece, I’ll go back to Tacoma.” He assures, clicking shut the phone and looking to her. He finds her staring at him in wonder. “Hey pretty girl, don’t worry. We’ll get you to Tig safely.”
“You come cuddle me?” She gets out, grasping her throat. Grabbing a bottle of water, he holds it gently to her lips, pouring the littlest amount into her mouth. The soothing cool water made her sigh and he crawled under the blankets with her for a second, warming her. “You can’t go to Tacoma. I love you.” She murmurs softly against his chest . He smooths her wet hair as she cuddles closer to him, falling fast asleep.
“Oh baby, I love you too.” He whispers, his heart pounding as she lightly snored.
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Twisted: Epilogue
A/N: First off, huge thank you to everyone that has read, liked, reblogged this series so far. I love each and everyone and your support means everything to me. I am super proud of book 1: Twisted. Special thanks goes out to @alecvolturi @volturisecretary and @phil-dwyer-stan-account. Y’all are absolutely incredible and your encouragement and help each day pushed me to where I am now. I am so so appreciative of you all.
Epilogue
POV: Alec
Word Count: 583
Warnings: N/A
Ladies and gentlemen, we have arrived at Seattle-Tacoma International Airport. It is 46 degrees Fahrenheit outside with a light breeze and cloud coverage. Please remain in your seats until the plane reaches the gate and the warning light turns off. Please check to ensure you have all of your belongings before leaving the aircraft. Thank you again for flying with us and have a wonderful evening.”
After a few minutes, the plane came to a full stop and everyone began to move around. I waited patiently until I could retrieve my carryon bag and debarked the plane. I walked as slowly as possible to the luggage carousel. I knew that even by human standards this was slow, but I knew what awaited me.
I wanted to have a moment to myself for as long as possible for now. Everything would change, but for now I would be patient. The carousel began to turn, various luggage coming down the ramps. I saw my black bag come down and picked it up gently.
Something caught my eye though. A piece of paper was protruding from the front pocket. It most certainly was not there when I checked it in. I pulled the loose paper out and read the script on it.
Be careful who you trust. She will betray you. You are not her family.
This had to be referring to Mina. Who wrote this? This was not Jane’s script, nor anyone I knew. There was no scent on it.
Who would say this? I had to trust Mina. There was no other option now. My choice was made for me. I knew I was not her family, I was only her trainer. I would have to guide her in joining the guard. I would not be someone important to her.
I tossed the letter in the nearest trash bin. I would have to trust her.
I picked up the luggage and walked out into the main terminal. There she stood, with all her family around her. She put her ink black hair in braids underneath her knit hat. I heard her laughter as Emmett was telling her old stories at Edward’s expense.
The Cullens stopped as they saw me, and Mina turned around to face me. Her smile faltered a little, but it remained.
“Hello Alec,” Carlisle greeted me. I exchanged greetings with everyone and turned to Mina.
“Are you ready?”
“One second before you both leave,” Esme said as she pulled out a jewelry box. “Mina, this is for you dear.”
Mina opened the box. In it was a gold ring with circular onyx setting. In the stone was embossed the Cullen lion with the Cullen mantra etched around the stone. She took it out of the box and placed it on her right ring finger.
“Remember,” Esme said, “You’re one of us. No matter what happens, we will love you. You will always be a Cullen.”
Mina shed a tear and hugged Esme tightly. “Thanks mom.” The rest of the coven embraced her and more people were paying attention to them. They did not want to let go, that is what a family really was.
However, they did have to let go. They exchanged more departing wishes and Mina turned back to me. “Are you ready Alec?” She held her right hand out. “If we’re going to go on an adventure, then we’ve got to do it properly.”
I looked apprehensively at her hand. I took it without saying a word.
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In grade school there was this girl Hannah who had very long (like thigh length) hair that was always braided and she wore very old fashioned clothes and was very quiet and I always wondered if she was in a cult or something. Anyway Hannah HMU if you read this while you’re hiding from sea org in a Starbucks in Tacoma using someone’s laptop to read tumblr while they’re in the bathroom
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Start At The Beginning [Happy Lowman]
Chapter Two
Prompt: it’s been a long time since I’ve felt the way I do.
Rating: SFW
Warnings: Fluffy AF again, still domesticating Happy Lowman. At times it feels a little OOC but I like it.
Notes: italics is a flashback of sorts to when they met and fell in love. But it’s a “fairytale” for their kids.
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Small fits of giggling off to her right stirs [Y/N] from the deep slumber that’s blanketed her exhausted mind. [Y/N] knows better than to open her eyes when she wants to sleep in just a little longer so she opens them just a little bit. The sight before her warms her heart and she suddenly wants to announce her presence to the room, but she holds back a little longer. A few feet away from her Happy is brushing the twins hair and attaching bows here and there while they’re attention is focused on the tv and their breakfast.
“Not so hard daddy!” Lei exclaims quietly as her bowl of cereal sloshed up and onto the bed.
“Sorry baby girl.” Happy mumbles as he finishes off the braid he’s working on with a purple bow, “now what would my two precious angels like to do today?”
“Can we go to the park?” Cora questions as Lei carefully placed her now empty bowl on the bedroom floor, “Abel is supposed to be there.”
“But I wanna play dress up!” Lei shouts back which causes Happy to counter with shushing in an attempt to keep from waking [Y/N].
Happy takes a moment to mull over his choices, “I don’t see why we can’t do both.”
From where she’s laying [Y/N] can see the girls eyes go wide and their faces light up as they try desperately to contain their excitement. Happy ushers then off the bed and to their room to get dressed leaving her to drift back off into a light sleep. It’s unclear how much time passes between them leaving and Happy returning, but she can feel the bed shift next to her and smell the cologne that Happy wears.
“Did you finally fall back to sleep or are you still playing possum?” Happy questions as he gently brushes a few stray hairs away from her cheek.
[Y/N] mumbles lowly and rolls towards him before cracking open an eye to look at him, “well I was asleep until you woke me and accused me of playing possum.”
Happy doesn’t necessarily laugh but [Y/N] does see the corner of his mouth twitch upwards as if he was going to crack a smile. “I’m going to take the girls to the park for a little bit, packed sandwiches for lunch and we’ll be back home mid afternoon for a fashion show.”
“You judging or strutting?” [Y/N] questions while patting Happy on the knee, “either way one of us will be highly impressed.”
“I’ll be judging them, but strutting for you later on.” Happy replies as he leans down and presses a firm but loving kiss on [Y/N]’s forehead, “you still got the Valentine’s Day ensemble you wore for me?”
For a brief moment [Y/N]’s cheeks flush red but she collects herself and puts on a very mischievous smile, “why of course I do.”
“Good, good. I’ll see you later, stay out of trouble.” He states as he slips off the bed and disappears down the hallway. She can hear the girls break out into laughter as they exit the house and start their daily adventure. As much as [Y/N] wants to stay in bed and snooze she knows that there’s a lot tidying up that needs to be done. So after a few more moments of lying in bed and staring at the window that’s letting in just enough sun to light up the room she kicks the covers away.
For the longest [Y/N] doesn’t bother getting dressed in daytime clothes which seems to help speed the process along. She started at the front of the house and worked her way back and the last room on the list to clean before showering is the girls room. [Y/N] barely makes it a foot into the room before stepping on what she can only hope is a bear trap. Pain shoots up her foot as she hobbles around the room until she gets the chance to lean against the wall and inspect her foot. She gingerly lifts her foot and imbedded in her tender flesh is a tiny blue LEGO block.
“Oh for fucks sake,” [Y/N] mumbles as she sucks in a deep before yanking the LEGO block free and tossing it onto a nearby dresser. She rolls her eyes and sets forth on her task which is a little more involved than she originally thought. After what feels like forever she finishes putting away clothes, toys, shoes and whatever else her little goblins have collected. With a quick glance out the window she notices that the sun has gone down and that everyone should be home shortly.
[Y/N] flies down the hallway excited for her shower and as she enters the bedroom she sheds her shirt allowing the cool air to waft across her exposed breasts. The sudden exposure to air causes an eruption of goosebumps to break out across her body as well as her nipples to harden. A delighted sigh bubbles out as she turns on the warm water making sure to fix the temperature perfectly before discarding her panties and climbing into the shower.
Unfortunately she finishes up faster than she was wanting and as she’s climbing out of there shower she hears the front door open. In a flurry she pulls the towel around her and tucks in the corners before going to help Happy. As she closes in on the Tacoma Killer she finds him struggling with two tired goblins and the day bags.
“Here, give me one of these wild animals.” [Y/N] whispers as she pulls Cora from Happy’s arms. Cora puts up a fight but finally settles down and wraps her arms and legs tightly around [Y/N].
“Sorry we’ve been gone all day, ran into Tara and the kids and the girls begged to stay and play.” Happy mumbles as he drops the day bag and readjusts Lei, “I think they’re too tuckered out to do anything else.”
“Aww, shane I missed Tara and the kids. I think we might be able to get them ready for bed without too much of a fight and I’ll worry about getting them into the bath tomorrow.” [Y/N] replies as she leads the way to the girls room. Once inside she lays Cora down on the bed and begins stripping her out of her day clothes which she follows up with a nightie. After tucking Cora in She turns around to help Happy but he’s already done and waiting over by the light switch.
[Y/N] glances at the girls once more before turning and walking over to Happy only to be stopped by a quiet voice saying “wait.”
“What is it baby?” [Y/N] questions as she glances back around at the girls who are staring at the two of them wide eyed.
“What about the princess and the knight?” Lei asks as she sits up just enough to look at them.
“Yeah! What happens next momma?” Cora asks while stifling a huge yawn her words slurred from exhaustion.
[Y/N] smiles brightly before turning to look at Happy who quirks an eyebrow at her obviously confused, “I think daddy is more suited to tell this part then I am.”
“I don’t even know where you stopped baby,” Happy mumbles as [Y/N] brushes past him in the doorway.
“Christmas.” [Y/N] mumbles as she taps the watch on his left wrist ever so gently, “if you need anything I won’t be too far away.”
“Don’t change.” Happy states excitedly when he finally lays eyes on the towel that’s wrapped around [Y/N]’s body.
“Fair enough, better hurry though I feel a bit… sleepy.” [Y/N] replies with a mischievous wink before walking away.
Happy narrows his eyes at her before he walks into the room and over to the rocking chair where he takes a seat and looks between his daughters who are eagerly waiting. He takes a moment to gather his thoughts from over the years and knows exactly where to start for the “story”.
“Okay short stacks, you already know that the princess and knight know each other.” Happy states as the girls nod their heads slowly, “but I bet you have no idea how the knight wins her over.”
Her laugh is so enticing that he can’t help but look up from what he’s working on just to catch a single glance of her. He watches [Y/N] closely as she laughs and jokes around with Tara and Abel before waving bye to them so that she can get back to work. Something stirs deep inside him and he’s not really sure what it is, all he knows is that his heart speeds up when she’s around, his hands become clammy and his head becomes foggy.
A loud clatter off to his immediate right draws him back to the real world as he looks from the tools to Juice, “Hey man, you okay?”
“Y-yeah, i’m good. Did you find the part?” Happy questions as he turns his attention back to the car in front of him. Juice shuffles around beside him trying to rip open a box and figure out what’s got Happy distracted and then he sees [Y/N].
Juice lets out a low whistle as it dawns on him, “just talk to her man. [Y/N] is a hell of a woman and as far as I know her morals and standards are top notch. Besides, didn’t she get you a Christmas gift that was personalized?”
“She did,” Happy replies, the walls he normally keeps up slowly crumbling around him, “it’s been a long time since I’ve felt the way I do. This isn’t something that i’m all that good at Juice, it’s always a little tail here or there but nothing like this.”
Happy is expecting Juice to unleash hell upon him but instead he gets a deep sigh and a clap on the back. “Well, why not ask her out on a date, nothing too fancy just the two of you getting together to make things easier. Because, if i'm not mistaken she feels the same way about you man.”
He’s not a man of many facial expressions let alone words but Happy almost falls off of the stool he’s sitting on simply out of shock. Could it be true? Does [Y/N] really feel the same way? The office door bangs closed nearby and the two men look up and over just in time to see [Y/N] walk out shuffling papers around to get to her keys.
“Now or never bro.” Juice states as he whistles loudly to get [Y/N]’s attention. Thankfully she looks up and begins walking towards them when Juice waves her over, a smile breaking out across her beautiful face.
“What’s up Juice?” [Y/N] questions as she comes to a stop in front of them, her cheeks burn bright red as her eyes flicker from the floor over to Happy, “h-hey Happy, how are you?”
A shit eating grin breaks out across Juice’s face obviously enjoying the scene in front of him, “nothing much [Y/N/N], Happy here has a really, really important question to ask you. So, if you need me I’ll be over there.”
[Y/N] watches Juice saunter away out of ear shot but not out of view before turning her attention back to the Tacoma killer sitting in front of her. All of a sudden she gets really nervous and begins fiddling with the papers in hand as the temperature around them seems to increase suddenly.
“I’m sorry, i’m really bad at this.” Happy mutters lowly, his eyes boring into her stunning [e/c] orbs, “would you like to accompany me on a date?”
The question catches [Y/N] off guard and Happy can physically tell it does, but she wastes no time in replying yes with a quick nod. It takes everything he has to contain this new found excitement which out of norm for him, but he manages to do so.
“Y-yes, i would love to go out with you.” [Y/N] replies confidently, heart hammering against her chest she scribbles her cell number down on a scratch sheet of paper. “Don’t worry, you’re not the only one that’s bad at this. Been out of the game for a long time, but for you I’ll give it a chance.”
“I’ll call you with the details if I don’t see you before then.” Happy replies quietly to which [Y/N] nods and takes a step back before turning and continuing to her car. For what seems like forever Happy sits there and stares after her completely shocked at what just happened, that is until Juice walks up with a grin on his face.
The sound of [Y/N] sneezing from down the hall causes Happy to pause and look over at the girls who by now are dead asleep. Happy tries his damnedest to be quiet as he stands up from the rocking chair, kisses each girl on the forehead and slip out of the room. Once the bedroom door is pulled closed he tiptoes a few feet away from the room before rushing to his shared bedroom.
He carefully judged the door open to find [Y/N] sprawled out near the foot of the bed occupied with a book. His eyes scan slowly down her body focusing on her breasts and how the towel ever so slightly parts high up on her thigh.
“Took you long enough good sir.” [Y/N] snarks as Happy walks over to where she’s laying, pulling the book from her hands he tosses it on the floor and climbs onto the bed so that he’s straddling her.
“So my lady, how would you like to be pleased tonight?” Happy asks as he dips his head low, their lips almost touching as his hands run down her sides settling on her hips. Ever so gently his fingers work themselves into the towel and when he tugs the material pulls away from her body leaving her exposed
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