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andydrysdalerogers · 2 years

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Sideline Love ~ Chapter 9 ~ Her Worst Mistake

Pairings - NFL! Chris Evans and OFC Rebecca Rooney

Series Summary: All football player Chris wants is to play football with his best friends in the NFL. But the night before he meets someone who could change his life... if she wasn't the bosses daughter. Can Chris change her mind with a little sideline love?

Word Count: 2.7K

General Warnings: smut! angst, cheating, parental interference, fluff, football Chris has beard ( 😏 ), injuries during the game, special appearance (don't @ me lol)

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Becca Rooney and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

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(I'm also really sorry for this chapter)

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Ice Cream

It could be considered the perfect food.

At least in Charlie’s eyes.

Ice cream makes everything better. Losses are better, wins are better, life is just better when there is ice cream involved.

And Chris knows this.

So, the after the game sundaes were born. The day after a game, win or lose, away or at home, Chris took Charlie for ice cream. Becca was allowed to tag along, most of the time. But this was the Chris and Charlie time and who was Becca to interfere with that.

“Chris, what is the best ice cream?”

“Only one?”

“Yep.”

“Ok, let me think.” Chris pretended to ponder the question. “Cookies and Crème.”

Charlie lit up with a smile. “Really?”

“Yeah, why?”

“That’s my favorite too because it has Oreos in it.”

“That’s why I love it too.”

Yes, the bond between Chris and Charlie was unbreakable. Becca and Chris started to spend more time together, Chris mostly coming to Becca’s to make it easier on her. Dodger had his own bed in her house, right at the foot of Charlie’s. The pup was protecting of the little blonde, following her everywhere, out to the bus stop that took her and waiting for her every afternoon in the same stop when she got back. Chris and Becca had a routine. Chris would come over after practice, watch Charlie for Becca until she was home from the stadium. He would start dinner; she would clean up and get Charlie ready for bed. Their domestic life was bliss.

It didn’t stop the few close calls. Like when Rick and Avery stopped by unannounced. It was lucky that Sebastian and Lizzy had been there for dinner. It looks very innocent. At least till Chris “went home” for the evening and came back half hour later.

“Jesus that was close,” he said as he pinned Becca to the door of her bedroom.

“And you wanted to start this earlier, remember?” She worked on getting his belt off.

“I can’t help it Angel. This dress does things to me.”

“So I’ve noticed.”

“But my favorite look is when it’s on the floor.” He peeled her emerald-green shirt dress over her head, leaving her in her nude lingerie set. “Oh fuck me.”

“That is the plan,” Becca smirked.

Chris growled. “Don’t be a tease, Angel.” He lifted her up and tossed her into the bed. He pulled his shirt off and Becca drooled, seeing his tattoos were one of her weaknesses and he knew it. He started to kiss the inside of her thighs, listening to her whine. “You are gonna wake Charlie.”

“She can sleep through a game, she’ll sleep through this,” Becca gasp as Chris meets the apex of her thighs.

“Good to know.” He thrusted his tongue in her hard, and she squealed.

“Chris, baby, please stop.”

“Nope, not gonna happen Angel. I need you.”

He took her, a few times, to heaven and back that night. It had been the most intense night of their lives.

The universe has a funny way of making everything great… before fucking it up.

*~**~*

Rebecca arrived at Robert’s office. He had asked her to come by as Tom had asked for a settlement agreement. She was hopeful. She didn’t want Tom to have joint custody, but she was ok with a strict visitation schedule. As she was escorted to the conference room, she received a message.

C: Don’t give into him Angel. He’s the bad guy here

B: I know love. I wish you were here.

C: Me too. But after I will take my girls for pizza.

B: Sounds good.

Becca put her phone away as she made it to the room. She saw Tom’s smug face and tried not to scoff. The man had the most punch-able face on record. She understood where Chris was coming from that his team didn’t like him. “I’m here, what is it?”

“I want to negotiate visitation.” Tom crossed his arms as if he already won.

“Finally, something mature from your mouth.” Becca sat next to Robert. “What do you want?”

“I want Charlotte to come two weekends a month to Boston and for three weeks in the summer.”

“Not going to happen. She doesn’t know you. You’re a stranger to her. You can come once a month to Pittsburgh for supervised visits until she gets to know you and then we can talk about more time.”

“Can I have the room with Rebecca please?” Tom looked at his own lawyer and then at Robert. Robert looked at Becca, who nodded. Tom leaned back in his chair, taking in Becca, waiting for the room to clear. No longer the innocent 18-year-old from five years ago, now a business woman, she was beautiful. “You know Becca, you have to be more beautiful than when we met.”

“According to you, we never met.”

“Rebecca, c’mon I thought we were past this.”

“You are past it. I didn’t want you to step away from your family. I just wanted you to acknowledge the daughter that you had. Now you want to take her away from me.”

“I don’t want too, Becca. I want to share. She is half of me.”

“She is none of you. You didn’t want her. You didn’t want me. Tom, tell me what you really want.”

“I want us to be a family. Have you help me raise my sons as well.”

“No. Never going to happen.”

“Because you are in love with Evans?”

“What?”

Tom pulled out an envelope and removed sheets of paper. “I can show you what I mean.” He handed the papers to her.

Tears formed in Becca’s eyes. “What do you want me to do?”

“Leave him. Leave him and come back to me. Not right away of course but yeah. You do that, I won’t release these. Your father has made it perfectly clear: no football players. Leave him and I won’t release these photos. You leave and you won’t ruin his career. Because I know that’s what you’re thinking. Can’t ruin mine but his, his is still up in the air. Think about it. You can keep these, I have copies.”

“This has nothing to do with custody.”

“Oh I know. But since I couldn’t figure out a way to see you without raising suspicion, this was my only way. I’ll see you in court about custody. But I have a feeling that somehow, that’s still going to go my way. Have a nice day Rebecca.” He got up and put his sunglasses on, smiled at her and left.

Becca sat in the room stunned. Robert came back in. “Hey?”

“Hi.”

“Becca, what happened?”

Becca handed the photos over. They were of Chris and her in New Orleans. Kissing, holding hands, embracing. Their most intimate moment, where they had declared their love was on display. “He threatened to release them.”

“Becca…”

“I need to talk to Chris. We didn’t settle on custody.” Becca got up and left the room. She drove home, trying to keep her emotions in. While she had no intention of being with Tom ever again, she couldn’t ruin Chris’s career. The love she had for him was too much for him to lose his dream. She saw the blue Mustang in the driveway and groaned. She had to face this head on.

Walking in, she saw a heartbreaking site: Chris asleep on the couch with Charlie on his chest. She took a photo and went into to get cleaned up. She wiped the stray tear that fell before she went back out. She picked up Charlie and took her to her room to sleep. When she went back out, Chris was sitting up, looking confused, hair sticking up. He smiled when he saw her. “Hey Angel. Just get in?”

“Yeah, meeting ran long. You guys eat?”

“Chinese. Saved some for you.”

“Thanks.” Becca went into the kitchen, stalling. Chris could see the tension in her shoulders.

“Angel, what wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“Becca, you are tense, and you look like you’ve been crying. What’s wrong? Did something happen at the meeting?”

Becca took a breath. “Tom didn’t want to negotiate custody or visitation.” She went to her bag. “There are photos, Chris. Of you and me, when we were in New Orleans.”

“What?” She handed him the photos. “He followed us?”

“I think it was a PI but yeah. Umm…” she could feel the tears coming. “He said that if we didn’t break up that he would release the photos.”

“That fucking tool.” Chris was seething. How dare this asshole try and ruin his relationship with Becca. “Ok, well I mean if it happens, it happens.”

“Chris,” she whispered. “I can’t let that happen.” She looked towards the floor. “I think its best if we separate.”

“What?”

“I love you and I’m sorry but I can’t let you ruin your career over my mistakes.”

“You don’t mean that Angel. You and Charlie mean more to me than football.”

“I’m sorry. But I can’t ruin your dream.”

Chris put his hands around her face, cupping that. “Please don’t leave me. I love you. I won’t stop loving you. Please.” He kissed her soft and she let the tears flow.

“I have too, Chris. I’m so sorry,” she cried. “I love you. I love you so much that this is killing me.”

Chris held Becca as they cried. “Let me stay Angel. Just one more night. Please.”

She looked up at him and pulled him down for a kiss. He reaches down and grasped under her ass to lift her and took her to her bedroom. He laid her down gently, kissing all of the skin he could at the moment, savoring this last time. They were slow, taking their time to get each article of clothing off. There was no teasing, just pleasure, enjoying each touch, each kiss. Chris brought Becca to the brink so many times, she lost count. She cried as she reaches her peak the last time with Chris closely following. She fell asleep in his arms, her favorite place in the whole world.

Becca wakes in the morning on Chris’s chest. She traces his tattoos, knowing that this is the last time. “I don’t want to go,” he whispers.

“I know.” They get up and Chris grabs his stuff. Dodger had stayed at his house so that at least was lucky. Chris grabs his bag. Its still early, the sun barely rising in Pittsburgh. Becca doesn’t bother stopping the tears.

“You know I love you. I’m just…”

“Just protecting me. I know Angel. I wish you didn’t.” He puts his bag down by the door. “I have to ask. Please don’t take Charlie away from me. Please let me see her. I don’t want to be another man that disappoints her. I need you both but if you won’t let me have you then at least let me be there for Charlie.”

The man of her dreams. That’s what he is. While she was breaking his heart, he refused to break Charlie’s. “Ok Chris, sure. I’ll have Liz or Scarlet take her to you, ok?”

“I’ll win you back Angel. I’ll find a way.” He pulled her in for one last kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you.”

And just like that, Chris Evans walked out of her life.

And she knew, this was her worst mistake.

*~**~*

There are certain rivalries in sports that are legendary. Lakers verses Celtics. Yankees verses Red Sox. Cowboys verses Giants. And then there is the Steelers and the Patriots. Because when both teams have the same number of championships, the tension is at another level.

This is football at its finest.

Chris should be excited. He should be nervous. He should be ready.

Chris is none of those things.

He’s heartbroken.

Sitting in the visiting locker room at Gillette Stadium, he looks at the picture of Becca and Charlie he still has in his bag. It was from their first visit to his house. He had seen Charlie a couple of times, but Becca made sure not to be around. He kissed her picture and put it back in his bag. Since the team had no idea they were together, they had no reason to suspect why Chris was down.

The game ran like any other game: physical and intense. But Chris’s heart wasn’t into it. He called plays and ran them but was not focused. He was sacked a record six times in the first half. Coach Ben was on him, yelling at him to get his head in the game.

Heading into the second half, the Steelers were up by two touchdowns. A miracle considering how bad Chris was playing. Becca watched from the owner’s box, understanding that this was her fault. She was just happy that Charlie was at home with her mother. The Steelers offence took to the field as her father came to speak to her. “Do you know what is going on with Evans?”

“No clue.” She never looked away from him.

Chris called the play, and the ball was hiked to him. He drops back, looking for his open man. He doesn’t see it when the defense breaks through the line. Chris is tackled into the ground hard.

Becca stand up and sees that he doesn’t move. “Oh my God.” She and Rick turn to run down to the field.

Medical is called and the players are standing around him, Sebastian trying to wake him. “Chris, c’mon man, open your eyes.” The medics place a brace around his neck and get him on the board. A jolt wakes Chris.

“Sebastian?”

“Oh, thank fuck.” Sebastian lowers his head.

“What happened?”

The team doctors look into his eyes. “Chris, can you move your fingers?” He wiggles them. “Ok, try your feet.” He moves them as well. “That’s good Chris. We’re going to take you to the medical center.” They lift him by the back board, and he waves his hand, getting a cheer from the crowd.

At Boston Memorial, he goes through scans and x-rays. The doctors come out to talk to Ben, Rick and Becca. “He has a concussion. Its mild and he’ll be sore but per protocol, he’s not allowed to play until he passes the concussion protocol test. He’s very lucky.”

“Can we see him?” Ben asked.

“Sure. Does he have family?”

“His family is coming. We sent a car to get them from the stadium,” Becca replies.

“Good. If you would like to see him, he’s in room 2174.”

Ben and Rick go into the room with Becca sitting outside waiting for his family. His mother Lisa and his brother Scott arrive, and Becca gives them the rundown. “He has a concussion. Luckily no other injuries just bruises. He’ll be sore for a few days. Doctors say he’ll make a full recovery. The league has been notified and he’s in concussion protocol.”

“Thank heavens,” Lisa says as Scott hugs her. Ben and Rick exit and they go in. Becca just sits.

“Becca are you coming with us?” Ben asks.

“Uh, no. I’m going to wait for the Evans family to make sure they don’t need anything, and I’ll fly separately. How did the team do?”

“They lost in overtime.” Ben looks to the floor.

Rick could see the emotions flowing on Becca’s face. “Sweetheart, if you need help with anything…”

“Just check on Charlie, ok? I know she watched the game and I know she’s crushed that he got hurt so just take care of her. I’ll make the arrangements here and if they allow him to go home, I’ll take care of it as well. This is my job Dad, not me being anything else.”

Rick nodded. He hugged his daughter and left with Ben. Becca sat again and drew her knees to her chest. When Scott came out, he saw her and sat next to her. “You’re the one, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“He still loves you.”

“I know. This is my fault.”

“No, its not.”

“Yes, it is. I broke him and look what happened.”

“So unbreak him.”

“I can’t.” She wipes away the tears from her face.

“Why not?”

“Because it would take away his dream.”

Scott puts his arm around Becca. “I think his dream changed Becca. His dream is you now.” She looked at him. “All he talks about is you. Not football.”

“I don’t know what to do Scott.”

“Let love win.”

A few hours later, Becca sneaks into Chris’s room. He looks at him peacefully asleep and she takes his hand. She kisses his forehead softly and whispers. “I promise Chris, I’ll fix this. Don’t give up on me. Everything is going to be ok.”

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queen-of-deans-booty · 1 year

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Pac-Man Fever: Part Two

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2k

Warnings: canon angst and violence

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. Any and all comments on these are appreciated.

Google Maps says it's only a three hour drive from where you are to Topeka, but Dean makes the drive in two. You're ready to examine the body and get out, but you have a feeling this isn't going to be as smooth as you hope it will be.

Dr. Jennifer O'Brien is the coroner responsible for releasing the body to others. You have to ask her for permission before you see it, so that's the first stop you make. You knock on the door and wait for her response.

"Come in."

You three enter and flash her your badge, but Charlie is so new to this that she holds her badge upside down, much like Castiel did when he first started. You look at her and do a double take, grabbing her badge and fixing it immediately.

"Hi, I'm Special Agent Hicks, this is my partner Special Agent Ripley and Robin. We're here about the body with the creamy filling."

"Ah, right. I didn't think you guys would have any interest in that."

"FBI, ma'am, we never leave a stone unturned. Mind if we take a peek?"

"Of course not. I just need your signed chain of custody request and it's all yours."

"Excuse me?"

"Chain of custody request? From your supervisor to mine?" Jennifer raises her eyebrows.

"You know what." He takes out a business card that has Sam's number on it, and passes it over to her. "Do you wanna call my supervisor? I'm sure he can give you the override or whatever."

"Yeah, I'm sorry. Unless he can give me the form, I can't give you access to the body. Paperwork is paperwork."

Looks like she won't be giving up the body, so you'll either have to get one of those forms or break in after the place closes.

"Thank you for your time."

You three leave before you press the issue even more and get in real trouble.

"That never happened in the books," Charlie quips.

"It's okay. We'll come back later when she isn't here anymore."

"Oh, perfect. Breaking and entering."

"It's no different than hacking."

"Beg to differ. One, I've been doing since I was a teenager. The other I've done once, with you three idiots walking me through it, and I had my arm broken in the process."

"Which I healed. I say that's a win," you shrug.

"What did you hack when you were a teenager?"

"Uh, NORAD."

"Right. There's nothing we can do but wait at this point. I say we get something to eat. Sounds good?" you ask and head to the car without waiting for their responses.

Charlie isn't for this idea, but you have to break in and examine the body without having to go to Jennifer for the form. You're all for it until you hear news of another murder, so you have to deal with that right now instead of going to the ME's office that you know is closed.

Police are already at the scene of the crime: near a railroad where a group of three young boys found the body. They're here as well, but all they're interested in is their video game systems that you're busy playing on.

"Maybe you should go first this time," Charlie says nervously.

"Are you going to shy away everytime you fall? No, not on my watch. Come on, it's your time to shine, huntress."

You three leave the car and head over the first officer you see. Charlie is nervous, so you gently push her towards the officer who turns to her.

"Hey there," she says, flashing her badge upright this time, "I am Special Agent Ripley, these are my partners Hicks and Robin. We're here to talk to your witnesses."

"They're over there."

"Who's the victim?" you ask.

"Jake Hill, librarian. He went missing yesterday with no relation to the other vic. Coroner already swooped in and scooped up what was left of him."

Charlie excuses herself and goes over to the three boys on her own to talk to then. You and Dean hang back, and then your phone rings. Sam's name pops on the screen, and you roll your eyes but answer it.

"Bored yet?"

"You have no idea. Please let me hunt."

"No, Sam. You need to know when to take a step back, and I can only imagine that if it were me or Dean like this, you would force us to hang back."

"Since when have you ever hung back knowing you can help?"

"You can help, Sam. You're helping by watching my kids. If I'm worried about them, I can't do my job. If I can't do my job, then people die. Do you want that to happen?"

"No," he says like a small child.

"Good. Now go make some soup and watch Spongebob with Jo."

"He doesn't know when to stop," Dean shakes his head when you hang up.

"We'd be the same if we were him."

"So, the boys said they noticed something on the body's arm before it covered them in years of future therapy," Charlie says when she gets back. "They said it looked like a blue handprint." She shows you two pictures that the three boys showed her. "Does this mean we don't have to break into the coroner's office anymore?"

"Nice try, Charlie. We're still doing it."

Charlie doesn't like it, but you've all done things you don't like. This is going to be easy given that no one comes in. Your magic unlocks the front door, and you slip in easily without setting off alarms. The three of you walk to the back where the body is being held. You're about to look at it when you see headlights shine into the place.

Someone is here.

"Shit," you curse.

Charlie takes action and runs out to see who it is. She comes back seconds later with a panicked look on her face.

"It's the coroner. I got this."

She disappears again, and you have no choice but to trust her. You and Dean walk into the morgue, and you open the right chamber before pulling out the body. However, there's nothing on the table.

It's empty.

"What the hell?" Dean mutters.

There is paperwork on the desk, and when you rifle through them, you realize why it's empty.

"They burned the bodies."

"Already?"

"Yeah, they think it's some kinda outbreak scenario. She even got the CDC to sign off on it."

"These folks run a tight ship. So, does this mean we can leave or is this still a case?"

"I think I saw something about that mark back in the Bunker. Maybe in your dad's journals."

You take out your phone and snap pictures of the documents before sliding the chamber back where you found it. You two make a quick escape just as Charlie does the same, just through the front door instead of the back door.

"I'm not looking forward to what kind of mess Sam is in with our kids."

Sam didn't burn the Bunker down or tried to leave with the kids, but that's the shocking thing you see when you get inside. Joanna and Sam are watching Spongebob like you requested them to do, but Sam is all dolled up. They must have gotten into your makeup because his face is poorly done (probably by Joanna), and his hair is done with bad braids and clips.

"Don't you look pretty," you laugh, scaring the shit out of Sam. Sam goes to get up, but you quickly raise your hands. "No, don't get up because of me. Continue watching your movie and drinking your tea, princess."

Sam flips you off as you walk into the library where Dean and Charlie are. Joanna whines when Sam gets up to clean himself, but she doesn't move from her spot. The couple is already deep into research by the time you take your seat next to Dean.

Sam comes in a few minutes later free of makeup and hair clips.

"Where's Maryann?"

"Taking a nap. I have her baby monitor with me."

"This could be Leviathans," Dean says.

"No, they consume their prey."

"Well, maybe the vics were Leviathans."

"We killed all of them when we killed Dick, remember?" you state. "Plus, there was no black goo on either scene in the coroner reports."

"What about Dragons--"

"No signs of burns on the vics," Charlie shoots down another monster, crossing off another name on her iPad.

"Wait a second. Djinn," Dean says as if he solved the case.

"Djinn vics don't get liquefied."

"Not regular Djinn." Dean leans forward with a book in his hands. "According to this, there's a bastard offshoot. Their eyes light up blue, they pass as humans, and all that regular jazz, except these leave their victims with jelly-like insides. Supposedly, when they poison their victims, they leave behind a blue handprint."

"Do they die like regular Djinn?" you ask.

"Silver blade dipped in lamb's blood. Now, we just gotta find the asshat."

"Alright, well, breakthrough means snack time to me, and I wanna just stretch my legs. I will pick us up some grub, and unlike you, Sam, I will not forget the pie," Charlie teases.

She grabs her jacket and keys before leaving the Bunker altogether. Sam feels left out, but you don't care about that at this moment.

"Does she seem a little off to you?" Dean asks you.

"Since the second she got here," you say honestly. "Let's give her the benefit of the doubt. We can ask her about it when she comes back."

She never does.

She doesn't even answer your calls after hours of not coming back. Even Sam is trying to call her, but she doesn't answer.

"Any word from Charlie?"

"No, and there was no comic convention in Topeka. Why would she lie to us?" he sighs.

"Only one way to find out." Dean takes out his phone, but you're not sure why. "When I called Sam from her phone, I turned on her GPS. It says she's at home."

"Let's go," you say. Sam wants to come along, but before he can get far, you turn to him with your hand outstretched to him. "No, you're not coming. Stay here, continue to look after the kids, and call us if she comes back here."

Sam has no choice but to stay behind again.

When you get to Charlie's apartment, you're shocked at the state of it. All of her furniture is turned over as if there was a struggle here. Something happened, but you're not sure what.

"Charlie? Are you here?" you call out and search her place with Dean. "She's not here."

"Okay, there is no forced entry, so either it was somebody that she knew, or the Djinn."

You find her phone lying on the floor, and with it, all of your missed calls and voicemails. On the table is her laptop, and you hack into it to see what kind of things she was into.

"She's been making donations through her many aliases to Shawnee County General here in Topeka."

"A charity?"

"A patient. Gertrude Middleton. I can go see her while you keep digging. I'll meet you at the Bunker. Maybe Sam can help you."

Dean agrees and drops you off at the hospital. Using your FBI badge, you are able to see Gertrude by a very nice nurse who seems to like Gertude. Mrs. Middleton is lying in a bed, comatose and on life support.

"What's her story?" you ask the nurse.

"Getrude's been in a persistent vegetative state for sixteen years. About a year ago her condition got worse. This ventilator is the only thing keeping her alive."

"How did this happen?"

"She and her husband were hit by a drunk driver. He didn't make it. They were on their way to pick up their daughter from a sleepover."

"Her daughter?" you ask, thinking of Charlie.

"She was twelve. She got into trouble after her parents' accident. Nobody's heard from her since. Folks have been donating to cover Gertrude's care over the years. It's a sweet gesture, but the truth is, she's gone."

"Did she ever get any visitors?"

"A couple nurses said they thought they saw someone in here reading to her, but nobody's ever officially signed in to visit her. She's all alone. If you'll excuse me, I have to make my rounds."

"Thank you." The nurse leaves, and you approach Gertude's bed cautiously. You know that Charlie is her daughter. It only makes sense why she is in town. "You've got one hell of a daughter, Mrs. Middleton. I promise you I will find her and bring her back to you."

If she can hear you, you know she'd agree with you.

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quinniefms · 1 year

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TESSA THOMPSON | THIRTY-SIX | CISFEMALE. welcome to san francisco, QUINN KELLEY! just to make sure, you go by SHE/HER, right? okay, great. i just have a few questions for you before i can let you go.. how long have you been here for? SIX YEARS. where are you currently living? SOUTH BEACH. what’s your current occupation? SOUS CHEF at/of ABACÁ but what’s your dream occupation? HEAD CHEF AT HER OWN PLACE. wow! interesting. is there a secret that we can keep between you and i? HER SON’S FATHER IS BACK IN HER LIFE, BUT SHE WANTS HIM OUT OF IT. lastly, this is a bit of a random question but … what’s your favorite song? MESS IS MINE by VANCE JOY & that’s all they wrote, friend! we can’t wait to see you around the golden city! WRITTEN BY MEL.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“i want to apologize to all the women i have called beautiful / before / i’ve called them intelligent or brave / i am sorry i made it sound as though / something as simple as what you’re born with / is all you have to be proud of / when you have broken mountains with your wit / from now on i will say things like / you are resilient, or you are extraordinary / not because i don’t think you’re beautiful / but because i need you to know / you are more than that.” — Rupi Kaur.

TRIGGER WARNING: mention of divorce, infidelity, pregnancy, child abandonment

BIOGRAPHY

Quinn Kelley was born in Dublin, Ireland to a family that just barely scraped by. Even if she never knew luxury, Quinn didn’t mind. The child was often lost in her own fantasy world — running through the fields behind the expanse of the family farm that the Kelley’s just barely got to keep. Her father sold the produce that they could bare to some of the markets in town, while her mother was a receptionist at a chain hotel in the city. Alongside her two older sisters ( wc !!! ), Quinn had no shortage of people to care for her and look after her, make her feel loved. That is, until her mother’s infedelity. When she was caught sleeping with her boss, it seemed like everything had gone up in flames — with her father filing for divorce not even a week later. Things moved faster than young Quinn could even blink, her sisters both grieving the loss of their parents marriage in their own way and it felt like slowly but surely, they were slipping away. The family would soon find themselves breaking to pieces — her father winning full custody of his three daughters. Soon after it was settled, her mother would move to the United States. Quinn was nine when she had to wave goodbye to the only life that she had ever known, clearly noticing that her mother relished in the freedom she now had. It was a pain that she never truly relieved herself of. Chicago. Now an ocean separated her and the life she wished she could have kept. When everyone was happy.

Quinn settled into their new life a lot slower than her two sisters, who both seemed to thrive in their new routine and the existences that they were keeping. At least, it appeared that way. The three that had once been thick as thieves had grown too far apart for her to ask. Each of them seemed to have their own skill where they bested each other — the eldest of the Kelley’s being a gifted academic, the middle child being a gifted musician. It took a while for Quinn to find her passion, but when she stepped into the kitchen to make herself dinner, a routine that would become very common after that singular night, she realized that she loved making… food. She would begin making herself elaborate meals with what she could find long into high school, soon beginning to cook for both herself and her sisters. It was this talent that would begin to bring her sisters back together, Quinn being the chef when her father had to work late. It was then she knew she wanted to make a career out of cooking, something she could clearly tell made people happy. While her acceptance letter to an esteemed culinary program in Italy came as a shock to her, it didn't to the rest of her family. She was off to her new home, to start a new life.

It was in culinary school where she would meet the man who she thought was the love of her life ( wc !!! ) who just so happened to be competing with her throughout their tutelage together. Internships, best in class, you name it. Much to his chagrin, Quinn usually won. Perhaps the first red flag should have been that their relationship was built on competition, but it seemed that both of them were oblivious. The two would get married shortly after Quinn turned twenty-six, staring at a positive pregnancy test four years into their marriage. Now thirty, both of them were both driven, each having separate careers after relocating to New York City. While Quinn tried to keep everything afloat, it proved to be too much of a burden for her to carry. When Nathaniel Isaac Parker was born, Quinn took one look at him and knew that she would never let anything hurt this sweet little boy. His first few months were quite quiet, that is, until Quinn answered a very distressing call that still chills her to the bone. Her husband had been cheating on her with a waitress from his restaurant, with the promise that he would be leaving Quinn for her. Within days, Quinn had packed up their lives and relocated to San Francisco, after winning full custody of Nathaniel. Life soon took a turn for the better once she accepted a sous chef position at ABACÁ, she began to make new friends, she got to watch Nathaniel grow up and then best of all -- her ex husband stopped calling.

That is, until her ex made a reappearance in her life -- begging for a chance to be a father. Begrudgingly Quinn has said yes, hoping to give their son the life that she never got. Her mother had been seemingly happy to leave her and her two sisters behind, but at least Nate's father was willing to try. Even if the thought of seeing him kills something inside of her, she still does it for her son.

HEADCANONS

Very quick to lose herself in her work - dozens of dishes before she even acknowledges the world or the people around her.

Living close to the beach has given her a sense of peace, some of her favorite memories are of her and Nate venturing there.

Nate is now six years old and a huge bundle of questions and joy. He charms everyone that he meets.

Very rarely ever found outside of the comfort of her home or the restaurant, has barely even thought about dating again ( even though I'd like to see someone catch her eye ).

Trust issues out the wazoo.

Her father has recently fallen into failing health and after he relocated to San Francisco a couple years ago, all three sisters actively pitch in to take care of him. He currently lives in an assisted living community about an equal distance between all three sisters homes.

Will occasionally let people call her Quinnie, but prefers just Quinn.

A kind-hearted person. A bit reserved, tries her hardest to be protective of her peace and usually refrains from letting people walk all over her. However, she tends to think of others before herself, no matter how hard she tries not to.

PLAYLIST

Everything to Everyone (Intro) - Renee Rapp.

Call Me - Blondie

Misunderstood - BANKS

We Begged 2 Explode - Jeff Rosenstock

Static - Steve Lacy

Cellophane - FKA Twigs

Bullet With Butterfly Wings - The Smashing Pumpkins

Sullen Girl - Fiona Apple

Us - Regina Spektor

Cigarettes and Coffee - Otis Redding

Bad Religion - Frank Ocean

Linger - The Cranberries

WANTED CONNECTIONS

Her two older sisters ( will be on the pain once I get my shit together ) !!!

Her ex-husband/father of Nate ( will be on the pain once I get my shit together ) !!!

Friends

Mom friends

Friends she cooks for

FWB's/Hookups ( former or current )

Love interest

Exes from San Fran - they could have dated for a long time or not for very long at all!

Customers

Coworkers

Any! I'm flexible and ready to right lots of super awesome stuff with you all.

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jenniferlavin · 2 years

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Jennifer SCAM Lavin Strikes Again

Jennifer Lavin--a well-renowned name in the family law world. But is it really well-renowned? Or is it just a scam disguised as professionalism by way of multiple sugarcoated lies in the many advertisements, banners, pamphlets, and whatnot? Well, it's the latter, for sure. I found out the hard way. And that, too, after having incurred severe damages and losses. A little too late! Because, the thing is, on your first meeting with Jennifer L. Lavin, you will absolutely love her comforting words. Her office space seems legit as it is decorated with numerous fake, doctored certifications, law degrees, etc. And who's smart enough to check the validity of such documents? Certainly not people like me who are going through complex divorces and other legal issues regarding family law.

So, when Jennifer makes big promises of victory and the safety of your children in the custody case, you have no option but to believe her. But then you sign away the case, and what a huge mistake you make. She begins to ignore duty from the immediate get-go. She becomes elusive and hard to find once you've paid the initial downpayment to her. Her attitude was full of negligence and pure carelessness because she got what she wanted from you: money. There were times when I was hopeful and thought that she would change her behavior, but that never happened. But that's not all; when you finally catch her in her office, she asks you to wait for her through her assistant while the metaphorical timer of billable hours continues running on the side. So, by the end of the consultation session, you end up with zero helpful progress or advice on the case and a significantly massive bill.

You see, that was actually Ms. Jennifer's master plan altogether. Her mission is to do absolute nonsense for as long as possible just so she can quickly increase the tab to a large amount and pocket unearned, undeserved dollar bills. Is that not what scammers do?

In addition to this, Jennifer L also put the safety and security of my beloved children in peril by doing such a shabby job defending my case that the judges almost took custody away from me and gave it to my ex-husband. My ex-husband was very obviously unfit to raise children, but his lawyer did infinitely better than my family lawyer, Ms. Lavin, could ever. She almost lost a sure-win case, sadly. I'm pretty sure if I had stayed with Ms. Lavin, she would've continued scamming me out of many hundreds of dollars, even though she knew I was not in a good financial position due to already going through a complicated divorce. I'm confident I would've eventually lost my legal case by sticking with Jennifer.

Hence, I made the decision to leave her immediately, even though it created more of a financial burden to pay and hire a new lawyer. But my God, the new lawyer was an angel compared to Jennifer Lavin. He even gave me a discount on the initial down payment when I told him how badly Lavin had scammed me. And then he began contesting my custody case. What do you know? I saw instant results, and all of them were positive.

My legal position became strong enough for me to win my children back from my irresponsible ex-husband. I'm so grateful I made that decision before it was too late, and now I'm scared to look back and think about how Jennifer had played with me and my innocent children's life like a giant chess game, scamming me every day.

So after having gone through such a traumatic experience because of Ms. Jennifer, I have decided to speak up against such lies and expose the truth behind her scam practice so that no one else falls into her trap the same way I did. I can't imagine just how many unsuspecting people have fallen victim to Jennifer Lavin's schemes, losing out on possibly thousands of dollars by staying with her for much longer than I did.

I know for a fact that she's scammed many people because she seems to be practicing for many years. My belief is that she should be reported, and her practice should be shut down because she is nothing but lies in the name of family law. She is blackening the name of other authentic family lawyers through her unfair scam.

I advise you to avoid Jennifer Lavin at all costs or only go to her if you wish to lose out on very straightforward, easy cases. Not everyone is fortunate enough to be able to hire a second lawyer or even find someone else who can reverse the damage Jennifer causes to your legal cases.

#jennifer lavin #jennifer l lavin #scam #scammer #scam exposed #scammer exposed #scam warn #scam alert #lawyer scam #stop jennifer lavin #jennifer lavin fraud #fraud alert #chicago lawyer exposed #family lawyer exposed

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angelamajiki · 3 years

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PAIRINGS: Father! Yandere! Enji Todoroki x Daughter! Reader

CW: yandere, incest, soulmate AU, fluff, slight angst, nsfw, kissing, praise kink, virginity kink, size kink, bathroom sex

A BNHarem Collab!

AN: my longest piece to date! the prompt this month was sex work, so i decided to stretch the prompt and do sexual slavery. wanted to go for a softer version of daddy endeavor, so please enjoy <3

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The mark on his wrist was one that was shared with yours. Enji had given up on finding his soulmate, deciding that his career and legacy were far more important than some silly marking on another’s body. Love was something he thought he could go without. But when he saw your bright eyes gaze up at him, your chubby hand wrapped around his index finger, his heart had fallen hard—such a sweet, gentle thing. No traces of fear, of disdain, of disgust for him as a human being. Just pure curiosity and unconditional love. His heart leaped for his little girl.

Enji was determined, then and there, that he would never fail you, not like he forgot the others.

Oh, what plans he had for you, his precious princess. He couldn’t wait to spoil you, to marry you and start a new family once you were old enough. Rei realized this as well. Her youngest daughter, her last hope at salvaging her broken family, was to be had by her husband. The thought frightened her, especially after seeing the adoring look in her husband's eyes when she saw him cradle you for the first time. It was so unlike the stoic nature he held for the other children when they were born, only caring to see that they were healthy before leaving off back to his agency, never giving them more than a fleeting touch. It was nothing like when he held you, snarling at any nurse who dared to take his soulmate from the grips of his arms.

Something that had Enji’s conviction more so than his career was something to be feared. Your mother swore to herself that she would not let her husband ruin you.

Once he fell asleep with you tucked in the crook of his arm, a social worker came and collected you to be sent to a foster home and be set up for adoption. It was better than falling into the hands of the monster of a husband.

After the death of Touya, the pair decided to have one more child in hopes of fixing their broken family, but Rei now knew it was for naught. Nothing could save them know, especially now that Enji had nearly burned the building down when he discovered that his little girl was gone, just hours after he had finally found you.

Rei alerted the commission as well for your protection, that utter bitch of a woman. They very well couldn't have the number two hero caught in an incestuous bond with his daughter, now could they. All information of your whereabouts was hidden from him, blacklisting him from working with any foster children, lest he loses his hero license. Enji may have lost you for the time being, but his patience grew as he did. They couldn't keep him from you forever. You'd be reunited one day; he knows it.

The first time he saw you again was when you were fifteen. It was your birthday and the day he had become the number one hero officially, plenty of reason to celebrate. Usually, he would have taken the time to sit near the rose bush he planted in your honor in his courtyard on your birthday, renewing his vows to find and love you to the best of his ability. Enji took great pride in keeping your memory alive with the bush for his beautiful little rose gone too soon from his grasp. But there you were, mere meters from him.

The foster home you stayed at took you out for dinner when he was meeting with Hawks after the billboard awards. Your eyes were unmistakable, a perfect cerulean just like his own. He was so close, yet so far. My, how you had grown since he saw you. Unlike him, you bore your mark proudly on your wrist, not ashamed to admit to the world who your soulmate was. Not like you actually knew who it was anyway.

Enji was prepared to leave Hawks at the table; a new flame lit under his ass, one far more exhilarating than the thought of being the number one hero. He was up and on his way to speak to you before Nomu attacked him. Damn villains, they'd pay for separating the two of you once again. But his conviction only grew stronger. It wasn’t hard to find you after that; he knew what city you were living in. Instincts lashed out at him, demanding that he go sweep you up and hide you away. No, no. That would make you frightened; he can't have that. He’ll watch from the sidelines, waiting until you were of age to make a move. He was curious to see just how life as a foster child was treating you.

Growing up in the foster system had been a nightmare from hell for you. A cursed child is what they saw you as when your skin sprouted flames every time it was touched by the human hand, burning everything and everyone who came in contact with it. From the moment your quirk manifested, you were an outcast, an untouchable, unlovable freak. Someone destined never to feel the touch of their new parents, their lover, their soulmate.

It wasn't long before you realized that you would remain in the foster system until you aged out. Who would adopt a child they couldn't hug when they cried, hold their hand when they crossed the street, snuggle up to when it was chilly outside? Any potential parent was taken aback by your quirk once you reached for the warm touch of mommy and daddy, only to singe their hand or burn a hole in their shirt.

You learned quickly that your touch was something to be feared, that you were something to be feared. You supposed that’s why you looked up to him so much. So much so that you thought about him late at night when the loneliness seemed to drown you in the sea of your insecurities.

Endeavor was the only one who could understand you, understand your quirk. If only your soulmate mark could match him, maybe you feel the warmth of another human being without hurting or mauling them with your power. Abrasive he may be with the media, but there something about him that was so comforting and endearing to you. In your eyes, he was simply misunderstood, a gentle giant amongst the mass personalities of the other pro heroes.

Watching his interviews brought you comfort when you were lonely, his merchandise made you swell with pride and confidence, and his posters on the wall reminded you that you were never alone. It was a silly crush, but it made you feel better about your miserable life.

You even got to see him on your birthday! Well, not exactly. You happened to be in the same restaurant when your foster parents took you out for your birthday. It was apparent that they just felt bad for you, having looked after you for 15 years only to still have custody of your sorry ass. You were almost certain that they were going to kick you to the curb the morning of your 18th birthday.

Too bad they never had the chance. That fate would have been much kinder than the reality you faced now.

Once the Paranormal Liberation Front had effectively ripped society up by the roots and let the tree of life rot for the world to see, your foster parents packed their shit and left the country while you were at school. You’d been alone in the world ever since and were snatched off the streets, ready to be sold into slavery by the villains of the world. Your quirk was the only thing keeping you from being bought like a bitch from the auction floor.

Enji, on the other hand, was more than eager to do just that. After his public smear campaign by his allegedly dead son, he was dead to the world, finally abandoning his family for good in hopes of finding his beloved daughter. His life was dedicated to searching for you, having managed to track you down through his vigilante work. He likes to lie to himself and say that he’s continuing to fight for the greater good, but Enji does it just to have the chance to see your sweet face again. There wasn’t much to go off of, but he’d rather see his fiery end than to give up. That's how he found you at the auction.

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Another auction night was approaching, which meant another night of humiliation and being displayed like a slab of meat for a crowd of degenerate wolves. Your quirk was the only thing keeping you from being sold; no one wants a fucktoy they can’t touch. It reduced you to physical labor for your captors, but you were better fed because of it. That didn’t mean they still didn’t try to sell you.

After being stripped down into nothing but a collar, leash, and a muzzle, you were brought to the stage and shoved in front of the ravenous, roaring crowd. You could feel their stares seep into your bones, the grime from the floor on your bare feet only adding to the overwhelming sensation of disgust you couldn’t even begin to describe.

The crowd’s excitement was raucous, jeers and shouts echoing off the halls of the underground auditorium. Masks covered their faces for the sake of privacy lest a vigilante break-in and hunt them all down. Even in the lawlessness of the world, heroes were still crawling everywhere to trail after even the slightest scent of villainy. Doesn't mean they’ll win, but hey, the death of a hero is just the same as the auction was to them.

“Up next, a darling girl with a fiery quirk!”

That was your cue. A handler had a fierce grip on your leash, giving it a few tugs for good measure as the crowd laughed at your stumbling. The auctioneer began to list your qualities and physical attributes, including your quirk.

“And she’s a virgin!”

Added for good measure, the crowd fell silent after listening to the abilities of your quirk. You couldn't hate it anymore; it's what was keeping you from being someone’s onahole until the day you kicked the bucket.

“Can I get $10,000?”

Ah the starting bid. The silence was relieving. Just a few more moments and you'd be off that damn stage.

“No? Going once, going twice, going-”

“One million.”

A booming voice came from the back row, the depths of the shadows to further hide the masked man who just bought your life. Why did it sound so familiar?

“Outstanding! One million dollars for the young lady!”

“Going once.”

It couldn't be.

“Going twice.”

This can't be happening.

“Sold for one million!”

No!

You were supposed to be unwanted, just like you have been your entire life! Yet some mysteriously familiar man outbid the entire auction for little ol’ you.

“Off the stage, bitch.”

The handler snarled, yanking you off the stage and causing you the fall and bruise yourself in the process.

“Watch it!” He spat, picking you up by the roots of your hair. “The merchandise needs to be handled carefully before reaching the customer. Let's hope he doesn't mind some bumps and bruises. For your sake.”

“That won't be necessary; I'll be taking her as is. Immediately, if you will.”

The mysterious man stood had already made his way backstage and behind you, standing formidably over your stark form. Your hair was released, dropping you back to the floor.

“Excellent, sir! I’m more than happy to get this welp off my hands.”

A brief exchange was made while you recovered on the floor, shaking in fear as the situation weighed heavily on your already broken self. The handler took the money and returned to the back room, leaving the two of you alone together.

The stranger crouched down to you and extended a hand to brush the stray hair out of your face, touch remaining tender and gentle when you flinched harshly.

“My poor girl, what has the world done to you?”

His coat enveloped your body as he scooped you up in his arms. The scent of him comforted you more than you would have liked to admit. Teakwood and coffee grounds filled your senses as he held you flush against his chest, leaving the auction house with a renewed sense of vigor.

You were placed in the backseat of a car before he dressed you in simple pajamas.

“Rest. You deserve it.”

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At some point in the car ride, you let yourself fall asleep only to wake up in a cozy king-size bed wrapped up in a soft blanket next to a warm fireplace. The false sense of comfort lulled you for a few moments before your situation hit you like a ton of bricks. The anxiety you'd had known your whole life had finally kicked back into gear, forcing you out of bed and into the rest of the house.

It was daybreak, the sunlight slowly trickling in through heavily curtained windows as you walked through the halls and into the kitchen. The man was standing over the stove, sans mask, dressed in a wife-beater and his pajama bottoms. It couldn't be-

“Come in; breakfast will be on the table in a moment.”

Now you were certain.

“Who are you?” Your voice barely above a whisper. “Why did you buy me at the auction?”

A deep, rumbling chuckle flowed from the man.

“I think you know the answer to that, little one.”

His focus was retained on the meal in front of him. “I’ll explain myself over breakfast. Now sit.”

You couldn't help but feel compelled to obey him. While sitting, you took the time to honestly look him over for the first time in your life. Never did you think you would be so close to your childhood crush in such a domestic setting.

He had noticeably greyed but still possessed a majority of his red hair. Muscles were still taught and budging, but he had grown a little bit of a belly. Endeavor was as handsome as ever, aged like a fine wine that you couldn't wait to sip on.

The food was placed in front of you as he took the test next to you.

“Eat and have some water. Then we’ll talk.”

Once again, you obeyed him without question and refrained from eating like a rabid animal. It wasn't even a question, so much so that it is evident that you hadn't had a decent meal in a long time. You were still muscular from the labor you did for your handlers, though.

And Enji liked that about you. How resilient you were, he loved that you inherited his strength but still possessed Rei’s gentle nature. Not that he wanted to credit that woman for anything, but he couldn't deny the obvious. You were his strong, beautiful little girl who had to endure so much because his bitch of a wife decided to separate you from him.

But he was here now, ready to give all his love and protection to his only love. It took everything in his power not to swoop you up from your seat and hold you in his arms until his last breath.

Enji watched you eat, pride swelling in his chest at the thought that you liked his cooking. He couldn't help but wonder what your favorite meals were as well. There's certainly all the time in the world to get to know his little girl now that he had you. And he was never going to let you go.

Your breakfast was devoured quickly, both out of desperation for a real meal and answers to your questions.

“Why did you buy me from the auction?”

It was a complicated question, but you wanted a simple answer.

“I’m your soulmate.” His wrist was on display as he reached across the table to hold your hand.

For the first time in your life, you felt safe. Your one, shining hope was meant to yours and he wanted to be yours. You didn't even question how he knew at all.

His touch was warm and slightly rough, but it was welcome all the same. Even though your skin was lit aflame at his flesh against your, he paid it no mind. He was built to take your quirk, to take you.

“Endeavor…”

“Please, call me Enji.” His thumb rubbed over the palm of your hand. “I’m sure you feel better after having something to eat.”

“Why don't you go take a bath? It’ll help you relax, I can take care of your dishes.”

It was strange how insistent he was on taking care of you, but you can't say you don't enjoy the attention. He seemed to care for you in a way that went beyond caring for a partner, or in your case, a soulmate. But who were you to judge? It wasn't like you had a lot of experiences to use as a comparison.

Making your way back to the bedroom, you took the time to study the house you were in. A traditional, well-kept home, it practically looked like it was untouched. And maybe it was; buildings and homes fully intact were hard to come by these days, let alone ones that were clean and warm.

Enji seemed to lull you into an instinctual sense of safety, even though he bought you out of slavery. Just because he was your soulmate didn't mean that he had good intentions for you, but somehow, his presence alone filled a void in your heart that you had forgotten was even there.

Once you made it to the bathroom connected to the master bedroom, you drew yourself a bath just like Enji had instructed you to do. It wasn't the wisest decision to let your guard down like this, but the man already had plenty of opportunities to fuck you up by this point.

The water was warm and inviting when you sank yourself into it; you couldn't remember the last time you had warm water to clean yourself with. It made you feel light and hazy, slipping into a headspace you had long forgotten—a place of safety and comfort.

Three raps on the door pulled you from your haze as Enji entered the bathroom with fresh towels. Despite the fact that he had already seen you naked, the intimacy of the situation only left you feeling more vulnerable than ever.

“Let me help you.”

He kneeled next to you outside of the tub and pulled a lavender chamomile shampoo from the tub’s shelf. There was room to protest, but you couldn't find yourself willing to do so.

Water was poured over your head before he started a lather in your hair, gently scrubbing your scalp for a while. Even this simple touch made you shudder, it was a long time since you last felt the warmth of someone’s touch. And everything about this man was warm, for you at least. His words, his touch, his heart.

Conditioner was added to your hair as well before he moved onto washing your body. The scrub was gentle across your skin, his hand following after it to help keep the suds from rising too much. Strong hands massaged your back and your neck, both of which needed the much-deserved relief.

“So tense.” He murmured, mostly to himself.

There was a comfortable silence shared between the two of you as he massaged out all the knots and kinks that had built up over the years with your handlers. His touch should have made you flinch but you found yourself pressing into it. A small moan escaped your lips as he worked through a particularly tender spot on your neck.

“Are you enjoying this?”

His lips ghosted your ear as warm breath tickled your cheek and neck.

Your face flushed with a fiery warmth from a combination of the steam, your embarrassment, and the man whispering sweet nothings in your ear as his hands worked at your tired skin.

“Let me help you relax, sweet thing.”

Enji picked you up momentarily to slot himself behind you in the tub. Placed on his lap, you gasped when you could feel his erection hard against your back. Fear started to trickle into your veins as you squirmed slightly, attempting to get out of his grasp.

“Shhh, it's alright, you're okay.” His hand made its way to your throat and rested there gently, stroking over your artery with his thumb. “I’m not going to hurt you, sweetheart. Let me show you how much I've missed you.”

His touch made you feel alive, feel wanted for the first time in your life. You couldn't help but whine when his other hand made its way down your body, gently groping your breast as his lips were pressed to your ear.

“Do you trust me to take care of you?”

His fingers toyed with your nipples, obviously skilled.

“Do you trust me to make the sweetest love to you?”

Another whine caught in your throat as his hand went further, cupping your sex in his much larger hand. He kneaded gently, pressing a soft kiss to your temple when you writhed in his grip.

“Please! Enji-”

Shushing you gently, Enji’s thumb made its way to your clit to stroke in small circles.

“How does that feel, sweetheart?”

You were used to touching yourself, but oh God it never felt like this.

“Good!” You managed to choke out in a wanton moan. “So good! Enji, please, I need-”

A warm pair of lips sealed over yours, silencing you once again. Enji knew how wrong this was, to take advantage of you like this without revealing the truth. But he wanted at least to just once to have you in his arms willingly and eagerly. He wanted to kiss you breathless, listen to your cries and feel your nails dig into his skin as he gave you all of himself without a fight from you. He can worry about revealing himself to you later.

The rough pads of his large fingers started to apply pressure to your clit as his middle finger slipped into your tight hole under the water.

“Don't worry, little one. I'll give you what you need.”

Soft kisses were trailed along your cheek and hand that was on his that was still holding your throat tenderly. Finger pumping in and out of you, Enji whispered sweet praises to you as he felt your hole clench around him.

“Doing so well for me, sweetheart.”

Your breathy moans and whines only served to harden his cock. He felt like a teenager all over again, closing to cumming just from the sound of your voice.

Another finger slipped into your tight core, careful not to overwhelm you too fast. It was obvious you'd hadn't been touched before, not even by yourself. You felt full but greedy for more of his touch.

“Deeper, Enji! Please, can you?”

You were babbling at this point, writhing in his lap as he fingered you nice and slow with thick digits. Enji hummed as he pressed further into, curling his fingers into your G-spot.

Your cry was loud as he began to abuse your most sensitive spot, fully squirming in his arms as tears of pleasure breached your eyes. The sensation was too overpowering for you, making you thrash and arch in his arms.

“Shh, you're okay, sweetheart. You're okay; I'm right here.”

His fingers continued to stroke in a curled fashion, thumb still circling over your twitching clit. Enji kissed you again, deeper and more fierce as he began to fuck you earnestly with his fingers.

“Cum for me, darling.”

Squealing, you gripped his forearm and cried helplessly into his mouth. The build was slow and intense, allowing your orgasm to wash over you in waves of pleasure rather than a blinding, quick light.

“E-Enji!” You wailed. “Enji!”

You shook in his arms, holding onto the larger man for dear life as you experienced your first orgasm. It seemed like Enji knew your body better than you did.

No words were exchanged between the pair of you, but you could feel the tension of your desired hanging thick in the air. This man was going to take your virginity, here and now.

Enji removed his hand from your throat and between your legs in order to maneuver you to sit facing forward in his lap.

“Are you ready for me?”

His honesty made you flush even more. Biting your lip nervously, you hesitated to answer. Were you ready? It wasn’t like you had much of choice; the man could very well take you by force if he so chose to. But you felt safe in his arms, safe with him.

“Let me help you, my love.”

Warm, large hands gripped your backside as he held you steady above his cock. Your hand reached down to line yourself up with his throbbing sex, lowering yourself down on it slowly.

It burned in the best way, stretching you out fully as you pressed your forehead against his chin.

“Good girl, taking my cock so well, darling.”

A pitiful whine left your throat at the praise, hands gripping the forearms that held you in place.

“Can...Can you hold me?” You whimpered. “Please?”

Enji’s arms enveloped you and pulled you flush against his, tucking your head into the crook of his neck as you continued to lower yourself onto his cock. Your breath tickled his ears, making him groan lowly once he bottomed out inside of you.

“Such a sweet girl you are, taking all of me on your first try.”

Another whine responded for you as you ground your hips down on his.

“E-Enji.” You whimpered his name over and over again like a prayer. “Enji!”

“Be still, little one.” Hands back on your hips, holding you in place near the tip of his girthy length. “Let me take care of you.”

Hips in place, the man began to thrust up into you slowly, holding you tight as he stood up from the water. You only gripped and nuzzled yourself into him further, letting out sweet whines and whimpers into his ear while he thrust into you.

Your back was placed against the cool tile of the wall when he tilted your chin up to meet his gaze. Even in this position, he was still at least another head taller than you.

“Look at me when I make love to you.”

Through wet eyelashes, you gazed up at his eyes and let your mouth hang open as he rolled his hips into yours. His eyes shut briefly when he moaned, hissing at the feeling of your wet cunt hugging his cock so well.

“You were made to take my cock, little one.”

Arms reached up to wrap around his neck as he thrust into you, taking his time to make his strokes slow and deep. His hips were flush against yours when you asked him, “Kiss me, please? I want all of you Enji.”

Your bold proclamation stunned him for a moment before yielding, placing a deep kiss and a hot tongue against your lips.

His thrusts became faster as he kissed you with more passion and vitality. For an old man, he certainly had his stamina up to par. Your fingers thread through his red and grey tresses, tugging him closer to you gently as you moaned shamelessly into his mouth.

The pleasure in your core was more intense, fiercer this time around as his thrusts became hard and fast. The sounds of both of your moans and skin slapping against skin echoed off the tiled bathroom walls as the both of you felt your orgasms coming.

“Enji, fuck!” You whined, beginning to squirt on his fast-paced cock. “I-I’m cumming; I’m cumming!”

“Cum for me, princess.”

With a choked sob, you creamed yourself all over his cock, which continued to pound into your hole before he groaned your name and came deep inside you.

Nothing but the sounds of the water sloshing and your labored breathing could be heard as you both came down from your highs.

After a moment of rest, Enji pulled out and wrapped you in a towel before laying you gently on the bed. A towel was wrapped around his own waist as he looked at you fondly, brushing stray hairs out of your eye sight as he sat next to you on the bed.

“I must ask, how did you end up at the auction site?”

What a loaded question, but the intimacy you two shared allowed for it.

“I was kidnapped off the streets after my parents abandoned me when the prison break happened.”

He sighed gruffly and took your hand in his.

“What utter fools, tossing aside a beautiful rose such as yourself.”

His thumb traced over your soulmate mark. You still had yet to know how he knew before ever meeting you.

“It's alright; I never considered them my family. I just wish I could have met mine, but at least I met my soulmate.”

A crinkled smile adorned his face.

“You've done more than meet them.”

What could that have meant?

“I’m your father and your soulmate, little one.”

A rock hit the pit of your stomach as you retracted your hand from his.

“That isn't a funny joke, I'm serious.”

“So am I.” His hand was quick to snatch your back. “What could I possibly gain from lying to you?”

“P-Prove it.”

“Our soulmate marks, I saw yours the moment you were born in the Hosu hospital before my wife separated us all those years ago. I can recite your birthday if you'd like me to, for good measure.”

Fuck, he really wasn't lying. A lump formed in your throat as tears sprung in your eyes.

“Why would you do this to me?” You whispered, barely even able to hear yourself.

“Because I love you. I love you so much, sweetheart. Ever since I saw you for the first time in the hospital, my entire life has changed because of you. All I ever wanted was you.”

Enji was quick to shush your cries, using his free hand to wipe your tears away.

“Will you forgive me for being selfish?”

The disgust and horror filled everyone of your senses, especially when you came to a realization that he was everything you've ever wanted.

What came out of your mouth next stunned the both of you.

“You can apologize by begging on your knees and cleaning me up with your tongue, Daddy.”

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pascalpanic · 3 years

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Miller Morales Mechanic Shop (Frankie Morales x f!Reader)

Part One of Miller Morales Mechanic Shop

Summary: Something is wrong with your car. What, exactly? You have no clue. So you bring it in to some professionals- who also have a toddler running around the shop.

W/C: 2.3k

Warnings: language, Frankie is a dad, brief mention of divorce and trauma bc poor Frankie, there is a child heavily involved in this so if you don’t like kids this isn’t for you :)

A/N: WELCOME TO PART ONE EVERYONE! This is such a cute AU and I’m BEYOND excited to start sharing it with you all! I don’t know how many parts this will be or anything but I can’t wait to take it and run with it.

Marisol Morales behaves for very few people. One of those is Ben Miller. Unfortunately, she has decided to break her own rules today.

Frankie loves summer. He loves his little girl playing outside in her baby pool, taking her for walks around the neighborhood with their three-legged dog, all of the fun parts. The hard part is when the nanny goes on a vacation and Mari has to come to work with him.

Benny and Frankie, ever since the chaos that was the Lorea mission, run a small mechanic shop together. Miller Morales Mechanic Shop isn’t necessarily the busiest place in town, but they make enough to get by and have some disposable income too. Mari loves to hang around the shop with her daddy and uncle. She’s there more than Frankie would like, but he supposes it’s not the worst thing in the world. When Frankie and Jules split and Frankie won full custody, he’d hoped a nanny would take care of most everything when Mari is home all day in summer. Sadly, he was in for a rude awakening when no Mary Poppins showed up on his doorstep.

It’s normally not too bad; Benny hung the moon in Mari’s eyes. If she won’t do something for her daddy, which is still somewhat rare, she’ll always do it for her Uncle Benny. That makes the day run much smoother. Mari has a whole host of quiet-time activities and toys to play with, and the men generally trade off periods of either working on the cars or being with the little girl.

Her favorite activities at the shop include drawing on the concrete with thick sticks of chalk and playing with her toy helicopters and planes. Benny insists tanks are cooler, but Mari prefers flying her Polly Pockets in the chopper, running through the garage and making flight noises. She’s a smart little thing; for her age, she’s picked up big words and can make sentences out of three words, which is quite a stretch for a baby just over two years of age. She calls for Benny and Daddy and knows the names of his tools: wench, scu-dwive, and her favorite, win-seeled wipe fwuid. She loves to babble at customers while they get their oil changed.

Being shit with cars is no fun. It only increases the anxiety when some light flashes on your dashboard. The lights can mean so many things that you find it ridiculous; “check engine”? Check it for what? To save yourself the anxiety, you find your nearest mechanic and pay them to deal with it.

Today, as you pull over into a gas station, you check your phone and find that the nearest shop is a place you haven’t heard of. It must be new. Miller Morales Mechanic Shop, 0.6 miles away. The name implies something more local and homegrown. You’re more than willing to support a place like that, so you start up the engine, pray you don’t explode, and make your way over to the shop.

It’s nearby, like the map indicated. The outside is a quaint little place, tucked in a strip mall next to a coffee shop, a dentist, and an insurance agency. The three car bays are empty, and knowing next to nothing about how these shops work, you pull inside and park your car, letting it run as you wait for an employee. The bell dinged to let them know you were here, so you stay patient and listen idly to the hum of the talk radio show from your car’s speakers.

After a minute or two pass, you realize that maybe this wasn’t the right place to be. Maybe you were supposed to go in the front or something. Concluding that you probably aren’t where you’re supposed to be, you turn off the car and get out only to be greeted by the sound of buzzing lips.

You can hear a baby’s voice, mimicking some kind of vehicle’s sound, and for a second you’re worried this place must have you hearing things. Then, from a swinging door to the front comes a little girl, running and babbling to herself about her toy helicopter.

She has a head full of dark brown curls, tied back into two puffs with pink scrunchies, and matching pink leggings and a t-shirt far too big for her, the back emblazoned with the shop’s logo. She’s barefoot, tiny feet slapping against the cold cement.

“I told you I had to piss, Fish!” A man’s voice shouts from one end of the garage.

“No you didn’t, dipshit!” Another man shouts back. Being caught in the middle of their argument is quite comical, if you’re being honest with yourself. “She’s fucking two! You can’t leave her alone like that, man!”

The first voice is matched to a person as a tall blonde man emerges from the customer service side of the shop. “Marisol Morales, come here,” he insists sternly as he rolls up the sleeves of his jumpsuit. “Come on, you’re gonna trip.” Ben is embroidered on a patch over his heart.

She pouts at him before stumbling forward and continuing to run, stopping as she sees you and looking up in confusion. Her lower lip sticks out in a pout as her eyes scan your face, as if she’s trying to remember if she knows who you are. “Hi,” she finally concedes as you bend to her level.

“Hi there,” you smile and hold out a hand. “What’s your name?” You pick her up, holding her on your hip so that she doesn’t trip, like Ben so desperately feared.

The second, unknown voice shouts for the little girl again before boots clunk on concrete up to you, rounding your car and stopping. This must be the girl’s father, you realize, as you rake your eyes up his body. He wears the same navy blue jumpsuit as the other man, though it’s unsnapped over his chest, exposing the white t-shirt beneath. The patch on his chest reads Catfish. He wears a ball cap and warm brown curls peek out from under it. He has scruff and a hooked nose that perfectly matches the one on the little girl. “I Mari,” she introduces herself proudly.

“Hey, leave her alone, Mar,” the man shakes his head as he hoists her up to hold her on his hip. “I’m so sorry about that,” he says with an embarrassed smile, showing a dimple beneath the scruff on his chin.

“No, it’s not a problem,” you laugh then set her down and tell the little girl your name. “Aren’t you just the cutest?” You chuckle as she looks at you. She blushes and buries her face in the man’s chest, giggling shyly.

He looks down at the little girl then up at you again. “Well, uh, hi. I’m Frankie, and you’ve met Mari already.”

“Your daughter?” you ask as you look at the pudgy little girl, who now stares at you in awe.

Frankie nods and adjusts his ball cap, pushing his hair back with it. “Yep. Our nanny is on vacation, so she gets to hang out around here,” he chuckles and kisses her head, setting her down. “Go see Benny, yeah?” He asks her. She happily waddles off towards the blonde man, who gives you a wave then heads into the back. “What brings you in?”

“Would you laugh if I told you I don’t really know?” You admit with a shy smile. “My check engine light came on while I was on the highway. I don’t know the first thing about cars, so I was hoping you’d figure out what that meant.”

“Nah, no laughing here,” he nods and gives you a genuine smile before looking over at your car. “Shouldn’t be too much of a problem. I’ll have you pop the hood for me and I’ll give it a look?” He asks.

“That would be great. Thank you,” you tell him, the desperation for his help in your voice. Now that you get the chance to really look at him, he’s quite attractive. His eyes are deep set and a beautiful brown, and they crinkle when he smiles. Facial expressions only accentuate the lines in his face, but he’s certainly not old. His eyes still hold his youth.

“No problem.” He leads you to the car and you pop the hood open before getting out. “Could I take your keys?” he asks you. “Just so I can turn it on and off and all that good stuff.”

“Yeah, of course,” you nod frantically and hand them over to him. “I’ll… be in the waiting room?”

“That’s how we usually do it,” he chuckles as he takes the keys from you. “Just shout for Benny if Mari annoys you again.”

That makes you frown. “She’s not annoying at all. She’s adorable,” you smile as you look over your shoulder and see her and the blonde man playing together.

“The two aren’t mutually exclusive,” he laughs and points his wrench at you as he walks to the hood of the car.

Shaking your head, you can’t help but laugh as you head back to the waiting room. You walk in and Mari perks up, turning to look at you. “Hi! Playing helicopter,” she tells you in her stunted speech as she holds up the toy.

“You sure are,” you nod and sit next to her. “Can I play?” You ask, looking up at Benny, silently asking him the question too.

He nods and Mari squeals happily. “Friend!” She shrieks and hands you another helicopter. “Go pew pew, okay?” She drags them across the toy mat like they’re cars, and you follow suit.

“Okay,” you laugh. Looking up at the blonde man, you extend a smile his way and introduce yourself. He’s busy repairing a Barbie dollhouse with a screwdriver.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Ben, Benny, whatever you wanna call me.”

Driving your helicopter around the ground, following Mari’s lead, you chuckle. “No preference?”

“Fish calls me Benny.”

“Fish?” You ask and tip your head.

“Frankie, whatever. We’re buddies from the service. His code name was Catfish,” the man explains with a shrug, testing the hinges of the plastic door.

That makes you smile down at Frankie’s daughter. “Really, just buddies? Could’ve sworn you’d be brothers,” you tease the blonde, blue-eyed man. “Does Frankie know how to do his daughter’s hair?” You ask and fiddle with her two pigtails.

“Yes, he does,” Frankie insists as he walks out to the front, cleaning a wrench. “But just barely.”

You look up at him, embarrassed. “Her pigtails just look a little messy. Then again, she was running around like crazy,” you laugh and watch her rush over to Frankie, insisting he pick her up.

Bending down to grab her, Frankie groans at the ache in his joints. “She was. I could use some pointers, if you’ve got ‘em.”

“Of course,” you nod and stand too, brushing the dust from the concrete floor off on your pants. “What’s the verdict on the car?” You ask.

Frankie turned, watching as Benny walks out to the shop, but he turns back to face you. “Oh, right. The engine was misfiring, and unburned fuel was being put into the exhaust system, and that damaged the catalytic converter.”

You nod as you listen to him, really staring at his face more than anything. He’s just so damn pretty, you note as you admire the curve of his nose, his slightly sunken and dark eyes. His lips look beautiful and soft, even though they seem a little chapped. When he stops talking, it takes you a second to process it. “I don’t know what that means,” you admit with a shy smile. “I told you. I don’t know shit about cars,” you laugh, playing it off like you were lost when you were really lost in his eyes.

He shakes his head and laughs, bouncing Mari on his hip. “Your car is gonna need some work. Couple hours,” he shrugs. “If Benny and I get to working on it together, an hour and a half, maybe?” He admits.

“Yeah, that’s great. I can watch Mari,” you offer.

Frankie would never be this trusting normally. You’re a straight-up stranger, but your demeanor is good enough for him. Besides, you’re right here. He can check on the two of you every so often, and Mari seems to love you. “That would be great,” he smiles. “You really don’t have to.”

“No, I have nothing better to do,” you chuckle and look at the little girl. “You wanna play?”

Mari nods excitedly and Frankie sets her down. She rushes back to her toy mat and you watch her go. “Thank you, again, for fixing all this.”

“Just doing my job,” he nods. This time, it’s his turn to admire you. He stares at your face, examining the curves and angles that make you up. Your eyes are kind and warm as they follow the little girl, and he can see that he’s making a good choice here.

When you sit down, Mari comes and sits cross-legged across from you. “What are we gonna play?” You ask her, looking at her wide variety of toys. Her pile includes dinosaurs, Matchbox cars, lots of toy helicopters and planes, Barbie dolls, and a plastic tea set.

“Tea party!” She says and hands you a tiny plastic cup and a felt muffin.

“Oh my goodness,” you gasp in a fake accent. “How delightful!”

Frankie peeks over his shoulder at the two of you. He could really get used to that sight.

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love-and-other-potions · 3 years

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Severus Snape x Reader x Voldemort

You stroll into the meeting room in the Malfoy Manor. The Dark Lord had called this meeting together, but not all of his Death Eaters are present yet.

You saunter over to your assigned seat. The neighboring seat was already occupied with one of your favorite people. You lay a hand on his shoulder as you pull out your chair.

"Hello Severus. Fancy meeting you here."

He chuckles.

"Yes Y/N. It's not like we're both required to be here."

You chuckle lightly in return as you seat yourself.

"Not at all," you agree.

He smiles at you warmly.

"How have you been Y/N?"

"I've been well, Severus. How about yourself? How's Hogwarts?"

"Disastrous as always, especially with that Potter boy having reign on the school. But I've been well enough. I'd be even better if you'd visit me more often."

He smirks at you. You nudge his arm playfully.

"You're such a suck up."

"Only if you let me be."

He winks at you.

"Why, you little-"

The Dark Lord then sets his wand carefully on the table, signaling the meeting has started. Sev's face turns blank of emotion as he turns towards the Dark Lord. Everyone quickly quietens and looks at him expectantly, some a little fearfully.

The meeting passes quickly. A bunch of "must kill Harry Potter", yada, yada, yada.

"Everyone is dismissed to their duties except Severus and Y/N."

Everyone looks at you blankly before they all rise and leave. You and Sev hadn't moved a muscle as the door clicks shut softly.

"Severus, it has come to my attention that you have fond feelings towards someone nowadays," the Dark Lord begins.

You sit there quietly in shock. Why were you a part of this meeting?

"But I can't blame you. You're my most trusted. I trust that you make good decisions, so I can't exactly be mad."

Severus and Voldemort like the same person? Wow. You can't help but feel a stab of jealousy.

"Uh, excuse me. You two may discuss your love life later. Why am I present?"

They glance at you before looking at each other then back at you.

"Y/N," Sev says slowly, "Who do you think we're talking about?"

"I have no idea," you admit.

"It's you."

"It's me?" You ask incredulously.

You look over at the Dark Lord and he smirks at you. Oh.

"Yes...."

"Okay, so what's the point of this meeting? To calmly discuss how you both like me?"

"Actually Smartass, I was getting to that."

"Maybe you shouldn't be a smartass to the Dark Lord," Sev mutters.

You kick him under the table.

"As I was saying, we need to come up with a solution here. I want Y/N, and Severus wants Y/N. Y/N, do you want one of us over the other?"

"Uhm, no...?"

"Okay then, I guess Severus and I get joint custody."

"So we get them equal amounts of time?"

"Yes."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Did I just get sold?"

"Did you see any money being handled?"

You glare at Sev.

"You know what I mean."

"Basically."

"Alrighty then. Since I have no say, who gets me first?"

Severus and Voldemort lock eyes.

"Who do you want to have you first?" Voldemort questions calmly.

"Do I get a taste test?"

Voldemort tries to hide his smile but fails.

"If you wish."

You reach over and grab the front of Sev's robes to jerk him forcefully to you. He catches himself right before you brush your lips against his. You swipe your tongue over his bottom lip, seeking entrance. He gladly obliges. Your tongues fight for dominance before Severus lets you win.

Voldemort clears his throat when the kiss starts to become heated. You pull away and smile over at Severus before you stand and push your chair back. You glide over to Voldemort's chair.

You sit on the table in front of him. You string your fingers behind his neck to pull his face to yours. Your lips gently graze his before you ask for entrance. When he allows it, you start to nibble his bottom lip causing him to groan into your mouth.

Satisfied, you lean back and stand. You walk towards the door. You turn back before you open the door.

"Fight it out boys. I'm not choosing. Fight fair. No Unforgiveables. I can't wait to see who the winner is."

You wink as you walk away from the shocked faces of Severus Snape and the Dark Lord.

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whump-a-la-mode · 3 years

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Hi! First of all, your writing is ASTOUNDING. I adore how you characterize. Secondly, I have a prompt idea:

A Villain who is falling in love with a Hero, but won’t admit it to themself. They stop being able to effectively fight Hero because they don’t want to hurt them. But Supervillain notices, so they capture Hero and use them to lure Villain in.

-Wicky

🥺🥺🥺 Thank you so very much! You just made my day. I thank you for the compliment and the prompt! I sure hope I did it justice, and I hope you enjoy!

CW//Injuries, threats, implied torture

Villain’s world spun as their skull cracked against the rough concrete of the roof. Opening their eyes, their field of vision was filled with only an array of stars.

Everything hurt.

They were convinced, in that moment, that there was not an inch of their flesh that was left unbruised, not a rib left unfractured. Breathing on its own was an ordeal, an ordeal that they endured only out of pure necessity.

Pain rippled through the stocks of jelly they had once called limbs as the villain scrambled first to hands and knees, and finally to their feet, even as unsteady as they were. They could do nothing but gasp as they faced down their opponent.

There was something in Hero’s eyes. Something that even their nemesis, their sworn, life-long foe could not quite name. It was not quite sympathy, no, but it was not quite pity, either. Something inbetween, perhaps, with only the slightest garnishing of regret.

“Come on, Villain.” It was with a pleading tone that the hero spoke, as though attempting to coax a frightened cat down from the top branches of a Redwood tree. “Just stand down! You can’t win this. We have you surrounded. No harm will come to you- No more harm.”

Yet, the villain only shook their head.

For any outsider, the matchup would have looked more like a massacre, waiting to happen. Villain themself was perhaps not the picture of musculature, but what villain was? No, they may not have been the strongest. But everyone knew what power they held in their palms, the lightning they could unleash at will. Enough to topple the building upon which they stood. Enough to topple the whole city, perhaps. The city had yet to so much as see their full potential.

But it was their potential that the villain now refused to use.

Hero, on the other hand, was... well, they weren’t much. As strong as they were, as clever, as smart, superstrength could only do one so much good. Villain could have destroyed them in passing, with the snap of a finger!

Why wasn’t the hero in the nearest emergency room? Even Villain themself wasn’t entirely sure.

“I’m not giving up, asshole!” They snarled, balling their hands to fists. It would be so easy. So very simple to send a torrent of lightning forth, to shock Hero within an inch of their life. Hell, Villain used their powers to make popcorn on the weekends!

But, they couldn’t. They couldn’t imagine Hero, the poor thing, the pitiful little fool, fallen to the ground. The very thought of using their powers against their opponent made them feel sick.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” Hero spoke, eyes wide and glimmering with that same mix of sympathy and regret.

“Too bad.”

And, with that, the rooftop once more became a battleground. Villain surged forward, met in the center by their nemesis. A blow to the side of their head sent them stumbling.

They couldn’t go on like this, they knew as their vision clouded once more with stars. Another hit and they would be unconscious, in the custody of the so-called good guys. They couldn’t do that.

They had two choices.

Three. Three choices.

The first? To take the hit. To bite the bullet, to find themself behind bars.

The second? To hurt Hero. To wipe that oh-so-innocent quiver from their lips. To destroy-

No. They had two options. That wasn’t even on the table. Villain could be beaten, or they could flee.

It was with a shivering gasp that they chose the second.

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Sidekick placed down their fork with a resounding clack. In the silent room, the sound resembled the ring of a gong.

“Are you absolutely certain you’re alright?” They asked with a quirked brow. With the day turning to evening, they had left their sidekick’s uniform behind, replaced now with a casual set of garments. After all, the restaurant at which they were eating was far from fancy. That wasn’t the type of villain that their mentor was.

“Of course I’m alright. Do I look like some kind of ailing senior citizen?” Villain muttered under their breath as they looked over in displeasure at their sidekick. For someone so young, they certainly had a mouth.

“Not now. But on the battlefield last night-”

“I’m fine. I’m up and walking, aren’t I?”

“It’s not about that.” Sidekick shook their head. “It was in the battle. You could’ve taken out Hero easy-”

“Keep your voice down, we’re in public.”

“Sorry.” They lowered their tone. “But, I’ve seen you take Hero out dozens of times. Recently, though, you’ve been all over the place. You can’t even land a single hit! I’m worried. You’ve lost your edge. Up on that rooftop, it was like you were somewhere else entirely.”

Villain had been somewhere else entirely, not that they would ever dare to admit it. They had been lost, hopelessly lost- Lost in the eyes of their damn nemesis.

“I just wasn’t on the ball. Everyone has off days.” They grumbled, turning their embarrassed gaze away.

“Everyone has off days. But you’ve been having an off month! Don’t think I haven’t noticed that it’s just them. Just Hero.”

“They’re getting better.”

“So are you.”

“Really, I’m fine.”

Sidekick reached across the table, placing their palm upon the back of their mentor’s hand, which had unconsciously been balled into a fist.

“You nearly got captured, last night. I don’t know what I’d do without you, Villain. If you’re sick, if something’s wrong, anything at all, you need to tell me.”

Villain suddenly spotted something very interesting on their shoes, and kept their gaze fixed there.

“It’s stupid.”

“Are you sick? Everyone gets sick sometimes, it’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

“Not sick.”

“Then what?”

Villain gritted their teeth.

“Lovesick.”

Sidekick withdrew their hand in shock.

“What?”

“Look, it’s stupid! I don’t know. I shouldn’t be feeling that way about a hero, but- They’re a good person, I swear it. They want to help, and they’re kind, and I just can’t bear the thought of hurting them. What if I changed them? What if I hurt them, and that was what made them lose hope, lose faith? Then that’d be on my shoulders!”

“You’re saying...” Sidekick’s jaw was still ajar in shock. “You’re saying that you can’t fight Hero, because you’re in love with them?”

Villain looked up with a sigh.

“To put it shortly, I suppose.”

The both of them were shocked as a figure appeared next to their table. A sharply-dressed figure with a notepad.

“Are you two ready to order?”

“Yes, my apologies.” Villain cleared their throat. They and their sidekick presented their orders, which the waiter scrawled down with a series of understanding nods.

It was not until that particular waiter disappeared from the dining room that they slipped out of their disguise, and dialed a number into their phone.

“Hey, Boss? You might wanna hear about this.”

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To say Villain was in a bad mood would have been an understatement.

The injuries covering every last inch of their body, too, ached with every step they took. Bruises and beatings rippled, forcing them nearly to limp. Yet, they forced their gait to remain normal, even if it meant pain.

They couldn’t call attention to themself. Not when they were in civilian clothes like this, and not when they were on the streets. Still, they kept their head low and their sweatshirt hoodie up as they went along. No need to stick out in the crowd.

This was the only solace they ever got, after all. When some got frustrated, they would go for a drive in the night. But their vehicle was distinctive enough that that wasn’t an option for the villain.

Instead? They walked, moving along with the crowd as though they were a single fish in a school. Usually, this helped them calm down. Now, however, every step they took only made their thoughts spin more wildly.

First, it was Hero. Hero and their stupid eyes. Then it was Sidekick. It wasn’t that Sidekick had confronted them that made them so worried, it was that they’d noticed at all.

That meant that other people out there might spot their weakness. Might use it as an advantage. Who would it be, though? Hero themself? Or, even-

A gasp rippled through the crowd around them in a wave. Voices shouted and fingers pointed, all in the same direction. Villain wiggled their way out of the crowd in order to see what had caused such fuss.

A billboard. An electronic billboard.

An electronic billboard that no longer housed an advertisement for the latest cellphone or insurance scam. No. Upon the massive thing, multiple stories in height, surely, was broadcasted a video.

“Good evening, and I do apologize for interrupting. But I just had to get my friend’s attention.”

Villain’s breath caught in their throat. They would know that voice even if they had to pick it out of a crowd of thousands.

Most would have expected that two people so similar as Villain and Supervillain would get along, but the reality was just the opposite. Villain couldn’t call themself a good guy, no, but they had ethics. Morals. Real aims to work towards, rather than burning the city down and laughing among the flames.

Supervillain, on the other hand? There was a reason that they were so feared. Their goals were far grander than Villain’s.

To say that they had never been very good friends would be an understatement.

And, now? Now they were enemies. The video projected upon that billboard made that fact certain.

Supervillain themself was not visible in frame-- Perhaps that was lucky for Villain. Seeing that stupid face would have certainly goaded them into destroying the projection outright. Instead, the video displayed a room.

A concrete room, with a chair in the center. A chair that was far from empty.

It was always Hero’s eyes that they could not help but get lost in. Now, that wasn’t a factor. Not when the hero was so tightly blindfolded. Their soothing, calming voice, too, had been eliminated-- the cloth gag in their mouth was already soaked-through with spittle.

Tied to the chair, bound, gagged, and blinded, sat Hero.

“Now, I don’t want a ransom. No, no. I only want to see a dear friend of mine. And it has been oh, so hard to track them down.

So, Villain, dear?”

They shivered at the sound of their name. Their name.

“How about you come to my base, and pick up your little friend, here. Or else, I might just have to do something drastic.”

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For six hours, Villain did not move.

As soon as the broadcast had left the billboard, it had repeated itself upon every news channel that gave half a crap about the metropolis. National news, even international, with subtitles in two dozen languages telling of Supervillain’s threat.

They’d found out. Of course they’d found out.

Villain knew they should have been furious. They should have strangled Supervillain, strangled Hero, strangled themself! After all, this was all their fault. Falling for a hero, how could they have possibly been so stupid?

Now, they stared. Hands balled to fists in their lap as yet another newscaster explained the same events, over and over again.

“Boss?” Sidekick’s voice was soft, nothing like their usual, nosy self. They sat in a chair behind their mentor, who was seated criss-cross on the floor.

There was no answer.

“Boss... What are you going to do?”

“I can’t leave them.”

“Leave who?”

“Leave Hero. You know what Supervillain is like! They’ll destroy them. Destroy the last good hero in the city.”

“You didn’t want to hurt them.”

“And I don’t want to see them hurt, either.”

“I know you don’t. But it’s all Supervillain has over you. You can just... Leave them, right? It’s not like Hero has any real power over you.”

“No.”

“No?”

“I have to.”

“You don’t!”

Villain stood.

“Yes, I do.” They spun around, stalking towards the room that held their costume. “And I need to wipe that damn smile off Supervillain’s face.”

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aliensunflower-fics · 4 years

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Marinette The Perfect Daughter In Law: A Prompt

[ I've seen a few ‘everyone loves Marinette AU’s’ and a couple Marvel DC ‘all the mentors want THEIR kid to end up with Marinette AU’s’ and well frankly! I felt inspired! So I present to you my new prompt / AU thing! In which all the most powerful / rich / popular people in Paris decide to play matchmaker… ]

It starts when Adrien and Kagami have a less than AMICABLE break up according to their parents and the media anyway in reality it was a really REALLY dull break up. The pair have been ‘dating’ (using each other as an excuse to go out and experience normal teenage stuff) since they were 15. Now at 17 soon to be 18 the pair decided to publicly break up in order to pursue other people and interests. The problem is they never told their parents the truth so both Gabriel and Kagami’s mother Tomeo feel protective and concerned about what must surely be an upsetting first heartbreak for their child. And okay maybe both parents take that out on each other and both get a bit defensive and protective. And MAYBE it ends with Tomeo vowing to get revenge for her daughter. Enter, Marinette. Up and coming fashion designer for the rich and famous! She’s single, talented, and as far as Tomeo knows Gabriel is interested in the girl for her talent. So what better revenge could exist but having Marinette take an interest in Kagami!

Kagami has no idea why her mother suddenly has an interest in Marinette but she wont complain about having more time with her very cute designer friend. And all the outfits Tomeo is paying Marinette to make for Kagami is giving the young fencer plenty of up-close and personal moments with Marinette. And okay Marinette is VERY cute and Kagami wont question why she suddenly has all this tine with Marinette, eating ice cream with the girl and having brunch. But she knows shes absolutely head over heels when Marinette shows up at her fencing tournament gives her a luck charm and cheers her on wearing HER colors. Obviously Kagami wiped the floor with all the competition she cant be seen hesitating in front of Marinette!

On Tomeo’s side of things she makes sure that the paparazzi still lurking around after Kagami and Adrien’s breakup catch photos of what could easily be interpreted as dates between the girls. After all this is a revenge ploy but also Marinette is fantastic so Tomeo is 300% down with Kagami ‘bringing her into the family’ something she tells Kagami after the first paparazzi ‘date photos’ leak into the news. Kagami still has no idea this was an orchestrated affair and just thinks her mothers caught on to her feelings and is overjoyed that Marinette is approved of because after the cheek kiss Marinette gave her for winning the fencing tournament Kagami was preparing to fight her mother for the right to pursue the young designer seriously. After all she never hesitates!

But Tomeo never realized Gabriel isnt the only one interested in Marinette. Audrey Bourgeouis has been keeping an eye on Marinette trying to find a way to get Marinette on to her side and away from Gabriel. So when she sees the photos of Kagami and Marinette she sees an opportunity. After all if Marinette isnt exclusively into men (and those photos of her flushed cheeks as Kagami cleans ice cream off her bottom lip are a clear indication shes not) then Audrey smells opportunity. After all Marinette was Chloe’s first crush! How cute would that be! The next day Marinette is being offered yet another opportunity to intern under Audrey this time with much looser restrictions. When Marinette accepts she suddenly finds herself working with Chloe… A LOT. The pair are modeling together, often paired together for shoots in perfect complementary clothes that screams ‘opposites attract’. Chloe is also helping manage Marinette’s brand and the two start to get along very well. The model photos and their business lunches are soon plastered alongside the Kagami and Marinette outings with parisian gossip blogs finding their interest picked by this potential love triangle.

Chloe for one, was confused at first. Sure she knew her mom was interested in Marinette but she never thought SHE would be working so closely with her first crush. And Chloe tries to ignore it, after all those are dead feelings! And Marinette woud never forgive her anyway so why even- Wait. Is that Marinette in a downright gorgeous golden dress? A-and she will be posing right next to Chloe for their shared shoot? Well… Chloe always thought herself deserving of royalty and damn if Marinette aint the princess of her dreams. Sorry Adriken’s you had your chance to get the girl, but now its winner keeps all and Marinette is the only prize shes interested in. For the record Alya is freaked out by Chloe being nice, but shes more weirded out by Chloe being protective and handsy and downright shamelessly flirty with Marinette. Audrey is pleased when she hears the news and is quick to give her daughter encouragement acting as if none of this was premeditated at ALL.

Oh but they have no idea that this is just the beginning. Because guess who's moved back into town. Adrien’s favorite cousin and aunty. And Felix’s mom is quite the busybody and dammit Felix needs friends! And maybe a cute girlfriend! And oh whos that pretty girl on the magazine cover? Marinette? The one her celebrity connections have nothing but praise for? Perfect! Shes invited to lunch with Felix and herself on friday to discuss movie costumes! And oh Audrey dear dont you think Marinette would look fabulous sandwiched between TWO blondes! Felix hasnt modeled in a while but come now. So suddenly Marinette is being spotted with Felix guiding him about paris and modeling with him AND Chloe under AUDREY’s brand NOT Gabriels.

Felix thought hed really hate Marinette; he tried to ignore her he really did. But shes funny, witty and sweet. Not to mention trustworthy, so a good candidate for a business partner. And thats it, but then he has to admit hes impressed when he rolls up to a photoshoot and Chloe! The definition of brat personified is acting… Bearable. Yes, somehow Marinette has done the impossible! She has tamed the beast known as Chloe. And yes fine he will admit shes drop dead gorgeous and how intelligent of her to learn all sides of the fashion industry and boost her rep with modelling! Soon hes spending more time with her, he tries to argue he needs a guide, that shes the most bearable person to be with! That she is just a friend- Oh god. No it cant be! He sounds like-! Like ADRIEN! And Chloe already told him about THAT mess! No! Absolutely not! He will not lead on Marinette like his idiot cousin! Marinette is a rare and beautiful woman! She could be his queen! And god he has to admit it much as he loathes too Marinette’s smile is enough to make him thank every non-existent god. He will win her heart, show her that she deserves better than his brain dead cousin! Felix is sure mother will approve of his decision to pursue the girl, now he just needs to do more shoots with Marinette...

And that's what finally gets Gabriel to snap. Because REALLY Felix!? Is there no loyalty to FAMILY. Not to mention he was totally drafting a potential contract for Marinette when Audrey snapped her up the witch! But its fine! Marinette has always been interested in Adrien! Surely she still is? Surely she's not been swayed by any of her new suitors! Right? Gabriel knows he can't mess with Audrey’s contract so he goes through Adrien, freeing up his sons schedule and telling him to spend time with Marinette to help her ‘adapt’ to the harsh world of fashion and modeling. He uses Adrien’s heroic nature to make it sound like hed be saving her from Chloe and Felix. And sure enough Adrien bites, using his friendship with Chloe to worm into fittings, meetings, and photo shoots. At first hes just there to make sure Chloe and Felix arent hurting sweet Marinette. But when he sees the blondes fighting for her attention, flirting with her, posing with her in some rather romantic settings. Suddenly hes less worried and more… Jealous? No! Not him! Hes concerned, confused, suspicious! Obviously he needs to spend more time with Mari- Wait! When did Kagami get here to take Marinette to lunch! And why are they all ignoring him!!!

Now Marinette is fully in the public's eye. Gossip blogs are being fed bits of info writing up each ‘candidates’ appeal as THE romantic partner to the Marinette Dupain-Cheng paris new darling, the girl with a heart of gold too oblivious to see the trail of hearts following her around! But there is still another contender yet to enter the game! Jaggeds been away on tour teaching Luka his up and coming protege all the tricks. And lets not lie Luka has his own fans now, enough to rival all the others. Jagged sees Luka as his own son, even calling him as much! Hell hes even adopted Luka and Juleka and when I say adopted I mean Jagged literally got shared custody of the kids when their real dad tried to start trouble once Luka started gaining fame. Luka and Juleka for one love their adopted father and his wonderful fiance Penny. But back to Jagged, being Jagged.

The moment Jagged is back in Paris he's checking up on his favorite designer and hopefully future daughter in law! When… WHAT'S THIS?! All the other ritchies in Paris are playing his game! Trying to get Marinette married into THEIR families! Not rock and roll at all! He was here first! And so being Jagged he decides to make Luka’s stake in the race for Marinette’s heart clear! By spamming social media with photos of Marinette being cute with Luka, taking his measurements, going out with him, the pair babying Fang, the two passed out against each other after a long concert. And he has photos going back at least a year or two! Soon Luka’s fans pick up the hype starting a trending hashtag finding the pair cute! Jagged feels confident that hes won! When Audrey retaliates, and from there its a complete train wreck. Before long each pair has a hashtag filled with cute moments and arguing over whos dating the model / fashion designer!

Meanwhile Adrien is drowning in denial as he goes through each hashtag seething about how many MORE photos everyone else has with Marinette, when HE is her very good friend and was here first! Felix, Chloe and Kagami on the other hand have declared open war after they tried to talk to each other about the hashtags reasonably only for it to devolve into “so you agree Marinette is best with me!” - “WHAT! No! Thats not what I said! Besides she clearly is best with me!” - “Ridiculous!” And so on. Poor Luka is having an entirely different reaction hiding in shame unsure how to face Marinette because he WAS going to ask her on a proper date now that she seems over Adrien, because even with everything she's the melody playing in his heart and he had a plan! But now his mom and sister are texting him and teasing him and apparently he has MORE competition! Who do these people think they are to deserve Marinette! No! Luka won't lose Jagged has been teaching him to be bold and confident! And Marinette is worth all of his efforts! Jagged REGRETS NOTHING even if Penny confiscated the tv remote!

Marinette meanwhile has no idea what's going on because the whole class made a dumb bet on when the designer would notice with one of the bet conditions being that no one could tip Marinette off and that they have to keep her away from Paparazzi so they dont spoil it either. And sense Alya is helping manage Marinette’s social media Marinette hasn't looked at it yet so she has NO idea what's happening. But her birthday is coming up next week and Chloe definitely didn't get dibs on planning a surprise party for her all so she could spoil the girl and RUB her GREAT relationship with Marinette into her competitions FACES! The competition however (and Adrien JustAfriend Agreste) have decided that they really aren't going down without a fight!

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mrs-gucci · 3 years

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Casting Couch {Charlie Barber x Reader}

author’s notes: hello, hello! I was driving home from work the other day and this idea just suddenly took over my entire thought process. so, naturally, I went ahead and wrote it up :)

warnings (what you see here is what you’ll get!): smut. the enemy of my enemy is my ally (with benefits). p in v sex. protected sex. rough oral sex. cum- swallowing.

(possible) tw’s: semi-public sex.

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Two Years Ago.

“Y/N...she fucking did it again.” Nicole says as she barges through the door of hers and Charlie’s shared brownstone. “She got the fucking TV gig.”

Charlie’s eyebrows furrow a bit before looking up at his wife with an empathetic expression, setting the notebook and pen he’d been using down on the coffee table.

“Bummer. I really thought you had it in the bag.” He says, elbows on his thighs as he leans forward a bit, folding his hands. “There will be other roles; I wouldn’t worry too much. You win some, you lose some; that’s how it goes in this industry. You’ve taken plenty of roles from her.”

She sighs, nodding. “Yeah, I know, but this one I was excited about. And I really thought I had it, too. It just stung a little extra, you know?”

Her husband nods, patting the seat next to him on the couch. “C’mere, sit with me. We’ll have a glass of wine.”

Nicole gives somewhat of a dreadful grimace, a clear sign she really wasn’t interested. Charlie’s been noticing this for the past few months, her disinterest in being with him as much as she usually was, but he figured it was just her being tired. She’s been doing a lot of odd jobs to make some ends meet lately, so it’s probably a result of that.

“Are you sure?” He asks, a twang of longing sadness in his voice.

She nods. “Yeah, I’m just gonna go lay down for a bit.”

Charlie just nods, picking back up his notebook and pen, continuing to review and add to his notes from the day.

“Let me know if you need anything.” He calls after her. “I love you.”

She only offers him a small smile over her shoulder in return before emerging into their bedroom, closing the door immediately behind her.

Present Day.

It feels strange, holding auditions for a female lead. He hasn’t had to do so in almost a decade; just yet another reminder of how much of his life has changed just in the past year.

The divorce had been painful, stressful, and he was honestly more relieved than anything when it finally came to a close, despite it not really turning out the way he’d hoped for in terms of custody over Henry.

Luckily, he’s dove deeper into his one true love, directing, as a way to cope with the loss of everything he’d worked so hard to build for himself; the marriage, the 'American dream’ family and home he wished he’d had growing up.

Now, after six months of weekly therapy appointments and keeping himself busy with work, he’s feeling more like the old Charlie he was back before everything went to shit. Actually, he’s feeling like an even better version of that Charlie, the best version of himself there’s been in a while, perhaps even before he met and married Nicole.

The first audition comes onstage and Charlie can’t decide what’s worse, her off-pitch singing or her monotonous speaking voice.

God, this was going to be a long fucking day.

You’d heard through the grapevine that the famed Broadway director had moved here to LA, and that he’d divorced his witch of a wife, Nicole.

Nicole Barber had been your biggest rival ever since you swiped that first movie role away from her. She hates you, and you don’t particularly like her, either, thus your rivalry began. And it was pretty heated, too; the two of you were always trying to one-up each other.

It really was a back-and-forth battle, her swiping roles from you, you returning the favor; it was a game, to put it simply. Although lately, you’ve been getting more roles than she has, not that you’re complaining, and there’s a part of you that hopes she quits the business for good.

Word got around that Charlie is heading his first LA Broadway production and what better way to hit Nicole close to home than to show up at her ex-husband’s auditions? Even better, what if you got the female lead in her ex-husband’s production? Oh god, that would be fantastic, not only for the rivalry but also for your career.

You’ve been looking to branch out into more theater roles, and this is as good an opportunity as to dip your toe in the theater world water. Plus, you’re not necessarily complaining about having the chance to look at and work with Charlie Barber every day...

So you prepared your piece of dialogue and a section of one of the choice songs, heading over to the theater fifteen minutes before your set audition time. Your knee bounces as you sit in the waiting area, eyes running over your script and lyrics sheet one final time, solidifying it all in your memory.

Your name is called a few minutes later and you head out onto the stage, handing over your headshot and qualifications resume. The agent hands over your profile to the handsome director, but he doesn’t even really look at it, already knowing exactly who you are. A small smirk grazes his lips as he flips to a new page of his notebook, clicking the top of his pen.

“Whenever you’re ready, Miss Y/N.”

After you’re finished, Charlie scribbles one final thing in his notebook before looking up at you. His eyes trail over your figure for a moment, another smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

“Would you be comfortable coming back for a more intimate audition later this week? Maybe, Friday at four? I would like to get to know you better, see if you meet all of my... qualifications.”

The look in his eye tells you all you need to know about the true motivations behind his question. You nod, biting your lip.

“It’d be my absolute pleasure, Mr. Barber.” You purr.

He shifts in his seat suddenly and quickly crosses one leg over the other before opening up your folder, handing the top sheet to his assistant.

“Diane, go ahead and have Miss Y/N put down all of her contact information.” His gaze never leave you as he speaks to the timid-seeming young woman. “Make sure she gives her personal cell number.”

You pull a pen from your bag on the stage, clicking it open before Diane hands you the paper. As you write every means of contact you can think of, starting with your cell number, you playfully bite the end of the pen and tap it against your bottom lip, something that certainly keeps the already attentive director’s full attention.

“Thank you so much for this opportunity, Mr. Barber.” Your tone is innocent-sounding, but your gaze is anything but. It sends a chill down Charlie’s spine. “I promise I won’t disappoint.”

“Oh, I’m sure you won’t.” A small tug at one corner of his lip accompanies his response. “See you soon, Miss Y/N.”

You offer him a nod.

“Looking forward to it.”

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In preparation for your upcoming...meeting with Charlie, you take a quick trip to the nearest intimates store, picking up a pretty little lace bra and panty set. Your lingerie wardrobe is long overdue for a bit of sprucing up, anyway.

When the time comes, you slip the fresh lace garments on before putting on your planned outfit, a cute-but-subtly-sexy low cut romper. You put on a light face of makeup, purely for professionalism’s sake, then head out with a small bag which contains various personal items as well as your script and composition page.

He’s not in his backstage office when you arrive, but he comes in a couple minutes later, a strong stench of cigarette smoke trailing behind him as he walks by your chair.

“I apologize for the delay. You weren’t waiting long, were you?”

You shake your head as he takes a seat behind the ratty oak desk, shifting a few small stacks of papers around on the heavily scratched surface.

“No, no I wasn’t waiting long.”

He nods, then folds his hands atop the desk, eyes flickering up to meet yours. For a moment, his eyes dart down to where your cleavage creeps out of your low-cut top.

“You’ve got the part.” Charlie says with a small smile. “You’re by far the best and most qualified audition we had yesterday, and I like the way you carry yourself. You’re exactly the type of person I like working with. Part’s yours if you want it.”

You’re overcome with joy, a wide smile spreading itself across your lips. “I’d love to be a part of this production, Mr. Barber. I’m really excited to get to work with you and the rest of the crew.”

“That’s great, I’m glad to hear it.” He nods, smile widening when as he processes your acceptance. His delighted expression falls after a few moments, replaced by one much more salacious.

“Now that we’ve gotten that part out of the way...I think you know why I called a meeting of such, uh, privacy.”

You smirk softly, shifting around in your seat slightly. “I believe I do.”

His feet plant on the ground as he pushes the rolling office chair out from under the desk, standing up and walking around the desk to tower over you.

“Before anything happens, though, I want you to know that whether or not you do this with me will not affect my casting decision. Even if you decline, you still have the part.”

You nod before standing, quickly and swiftly, stepping forward to press yourself flush against him.

“Charlie?”

“Yeah?”

Your hands rest on his chest, neck craning slightly to look up at him. “Just kiss me, will you?”

He laughs, massive hand moving to cradle the back of your head before he bends down and connects your lips in a passionate kiss. There’s nothing tender or gentle about this embrace, it’s all tongue and teeth, raw lust coursing between your two bodies.

“Couch.” His voice is soft but husky.

“Unzip me first?” You ask, turning around so he can unzip you. He does, then his hands slide down to your hips and pushes you towards the leather couch tucked in the corner of his office.

The material squeaks when you’re laid down on top of it, head resting comfortably on the cushy fabric accent pillow as he climbs on top of you. He presses his hips forward while he tucks his face into the crook of your neck and plants kisses on the skin there.

Your eyes widen as his impressive bulge rubs up against your inner thigh and you quickly wonder how in the world you’ll be able to take him. His crooked teeth scrape over the taut muscles in your neck while his hands pull the backs of your romper down over your shoulders.

His hands grab and grope your breasts beneath where they rest in your nice bra, one you wore just for him, and your back arches slightly up off the cushions with a soft sigh.

A small smile crosses his expression, teeth sinking gently into your neck. “I like the little noises you make for me, Y/N.”

“Yeah?” You smirk, running your hands through his hair. “Then I bet you’ll like my moans, too. If you think you can draw them out of me, that is.”

He laughs softly, sucking and licking at at the place his teeth have just abused. “Is that a challenge?”

“Well, it’s more like an invitation to prove yourself, but ‘challenge’ is also a good word for it.”

Charlie pulls away with a smirk, shaking his head as he sits back on his haunches and begins to unbuckle his belt.

“Brat.”

Once he’s undone his pants and pulled them down enough to expose himself to you, he leans down once more and pulls your romper the rest of the way off, leaving you completely bare, minus your undergarments. His eyes roam your figure for a moment before he dips a hand beneath the patch of black fabric nestled between your thighs.

Your breath hitches as his fingertips swipe over your erect clit, giving it a few little circles before yanking the panties off your hips and down your ankles, tossing them down alongside your previously-discarded romper.

His eyes widen in realization, cheeks flushing pink.

“Do you have any, um, protection?”

You smirk, nodding as you sit up and pat his chest. “Indeed, I do.”

He crawls off of you and you walk over to your purse, grabbing a condom from the mini-stash you keep in your wallet, the one you replenished just minutes before you left the house this afternoon. He takes it from you and pinches the tip, rolling it down his shaft. For a moment, you’re worried that it isn’t going to fit, but he rolls it on with little issue.

His hips press forward, then, entering you slowly but steadily with a soft grunt. You whine as your insides stretch out around him, hands reaching up to tangle in his hair. “S-Shit.”

“You’re really fucking tight, jesus.” He growls between gritted teeth, jaw screwed shut as his hips begin to move. “I haven’t fffucked anyone in a while, Y/N, so I can’t guarantee that I’ll last very long.”

You nod, softly. “It’s alright, Charlie; it’s been a little while for muh--me, too.”

Your eyes flutter shut and your face begins to scrunch up with each time his fat cockhead brushes up against your cervix. His pace increases after a minute or so, a consistent slap-slap-slap noise now echoing off the drywall with each snap of his hips.

“You’ve got a nice little pussy, you know that? Always knew you would be, too, knew you’d be a good little cccocksleeve.”

You moan shakily as he adjusts his position, towering over you and pinning your wrists above your head with one of his large hands. Your body begins to bounce, tits, thighs and tummy jiggling each time he thrusts in.

He’s starting to sweat, a few dark hairs sticking to his dimly-glowing forehead, more and more accumulating there as his hair rocks back and forth in time with the rhythm of his hips.

“Touch yourself, now, rrrub your little clit.” His voice is getting shaky as he draws nearer to climax.

Nodding, your hand slides down between your joined bodies until your fingertips settle onto the small bundle of nerves. The hand that’s still weaved in Charlie’s locks clenches and he lets out a sudden deep growl, hips stuttering for a moment.

“Ooooh, Charlie.” You moan, hips lifting and gyrating against both his cock and your fingers.

“God, fffuck I love this cunt.” A vulgar squelching sound knits itself within the quilt of your salacious symphony. “Wrapped around my cock like a vice, gonna pull the fucking cum right out of it. Swear you get tighter each time I push back in...christ, I’m not gonna last.”

Your fingers circle your clit faster, setting a desperate pace, one that almost matches his quick and sloppy thrusts. You’re close now, too, and it doesn’t take much longer for your orgasm to hit.

You cream around him with a long moan and a string of various other noises, with a few profanities thrown in as well. The product of your release coats his shaft in a pearlescent sheen, dripping down his ball-sack soon enough.

The sensations your climax creates around Charlie forces him to pull away almost immediately after, quickly yanking the condom off and onto his office floor, squeezing the base of his flaming red length.

His hand seizes your jaw tightly, thumb pressing down on your tongue, prying your mouth open. “I’m gonna fuck your mouth and shove my cum down your throat, and you’re gonna take it all, isn’t that right?”

You’re nodding instantly, slacking your jaw to open even further in preparation for his upcoming intrusion. He smirks.

“Good. Now, on your knees.”

He sits down where you once laid, lazily pumping his throbbing length as you get into position between his spread legs. He pulls your hair up into a makeshift ponytail with his hand, then lines you up with his cock and eases your mouth down onto him.

“Thaaaaaat’s it, oh, gooooood girl.”

You start gagging about three quarters of the way down his shaft, but he still keeps pushing until you’ve got the whole thing in your mouth. Your jaw’s already getting sore as he begins thrusting upwards, fucking your mouth.

Tears swell in your eyes and begin to spill down your cheeks the more he goes, mascara surely ruined and running down your face. The sight only arouses him further, a low groan rumbling through his puffed chest.

He’s trying so hard to keep himself together, to stave off his orgasm for as long as he can manage, but soon he finds it next to impossible to hold back. His bottom lip quivers ever so slightly as his length begins to twitch, balls drawing up.

“Fuck, I’m gonna--”

You taste and feel the salty ropes shooting down your throat before he can even finish his warning.

“Ah, fffuuuuck.” His head falls back against the couch cushions, hips bucking gently as each bit of release is spilled into your mouth. His grip on your head relaxes after he’s finished, cock softening while he catches his breath and re-grounds himself in reality.

Your chest heaves as full airflow returns to your lungs, knees and jaw aching a bit sore from their exertion. You grab your underwear from where they lay discarded on top of your romper, putting them back on before standing up on somewhat shaky legs.

Charlie also redresses, standing and straightening himself out as you do the same.

“Mind zipping me back up?” You ask, turning around again.

He pulls the zipper up your back until it’s at the end of its tracks, then steps up behind you, placing a soft kiss to your shoulder blade.

“Thank you.”

A soft smile grazes your lips. “No ‘thanks’ needed; the sweet taste of revenge and spite is payment enough.”

He laughs quietly.

“Well, I’ll certainly be available, should you ever need a little replenishing of those feelings.”

“Mr. Barber, you wouldn’t be saying that because you’d like to see me naked again, now would you?” Your eyebrows raise and you look over your shoulder, a playful smile on your face.

He laughs again, blushing a bit. “Uh, yeah, sure, I'd like that a lot. But I’d also like to see you, um...not naked, fully clothed, maybe at a restaurant in the city for dinner sometime? I totally get it if you’re not interested, it’s not a big deal if you don’t want to...”

Holy shit, he’s asking you out on a date. Well, he’s trying to, at least.

You laugh, cheeks warming at his proposition.

“Sure thing. I just accepted this new job, though, so I’ll have to get back to you about my availability...”

Charlie smiles, shoving his hands down in his khaki pockets. “I’m sure your new boss would be more than willing to accommodate. He’s a pretty cool guy, or so I’ve heard. Handsome, too.”

“Oh yeah? Sounds like you have a reliable informant.” You turn around as you laugh softly, grabbing your bag off the chair before stepping up in front of him. Your lips plant a quick peck on his, hands resting on his broad chest. “See you soon.”

He nods, biting his lip to hold back his big, goofy smile.

“Can’t wait.”

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Chat Blanc AU.

Gabriel salt because he is an abusive asshole who should die and Adrien deserves better.

Adrien sugar and salt.

Made because those disgusting Adrien stans would like Adrien to be abused to justify his actions instead of having him freed from his abusive father. So much love for Adrien’s mental health right there /s >:(

–

In hindsight, Gabriel should have known better than to threaten Marinette with his son’s freedom in some nefarious plan to Akumatise her.

–

He knew that Marinette was clever, meticulous, creative, and very capable, and he knew that she was able to impress many famous people with her skills and personality.

And most importantly, he knows how much she cares about Adrien.

So how is it that he ignored the possibility of her reacting to his “ultimatum” in any way other than complete compliance?

So when Nathalie left the bakery, with Gabriel feeling smug at his work, as if he’d made a prank, he didn’t see as Marinette calmed herself, and instead of her heartbroken expression, rage was bubbling inside of her.

The sheer audacity of what Gabriel was trying to force her to do, the sheer cruelty he has when he casually threatened the happiness and freedom of his son.

Gabriel was never a pleasant person to be with to her, and the times she met him made it clear to her that she should never associate with that man anymore than she has to, and the only reason she even entertained the idea of being in the general area with him was because Adrien seemed to like his father and craved his attention and respect.

And now he is doing this?!

Yeah, no. She won’t stay silent about this.

“To think he actually said that!” She seethed, as her parents looked furious as well. They’d heard everything, since it wasn’t like Gabriel had tried to keep it quiet, or anything.

“We had expected this, and planned for this scenario sweetie,” Tom responded to Marinette’s surprise. “We’ve been trying to figure out a way for months now to get Adrien away from that abusive home, and this is the final straw. We can’t wait any longer, not when he’s being this blatant in his cruelty. Now, all we need is to act. No way an abusive jerk like him will be allowed custody of Adrien anymore.”

Sabine took her phone and told Marinette.

“I’m calling child services right now, and I will be sharing with them the conversation I just recorded Mr. Agreste having, and if they don’t do anything, I’ll share the recording with Nadja Chamack as well. Go relax now.”

They didn’t say “calm down so you don’t get Akumatized” out loud, but they all knew that was a danger.

Marinette nodded as she calmed herself, and went up to her room.

She immediately opened her phone and called.

“Hi, Alya, tell Nino and the entire class and their parents that Adrien is in need of help. We’re going to take down an abusive father.”

–

When Gabriel woke up, he was expecting this day to be a good one, even with the rain outside.

After all, this is the day where he will be able to Akumatise Marinette, and have his “Masterpiece Akuma” and finally win and revive/heal his wife!

Those expectations were immediately broken when he heard a loud sound from outside his house making him wonder what’s going on, and he then got even more confused, when a loud voice was telling him that he was arrested.

Looking from the window to see who is the idiot that thought of arresting him was, and…

“What!?”

He couldn’t hide his bafflement.

Just outside his mansion’s gates (that were practically ripped off), was a horde of citizens, quite few of them he recognized some as Adrien’s classmates.

On the front, Ladybug, along Carapace and Rena Rouge were holding voice amplifiers and were commanding him to give himself up to be arrested for child abuse, being a horrible employer, and abusing his employees.

Nathalie was also ordered to give herself up in along with Henri as suspects of accomplice with Gabriel, so they will be investigated and to see how far their involvement with Gabriel’s crimes goes. They’d worked for Gabriel for years, but neither of them had reported his abuse of Adrien.

Meanwhile, Adrien is both shocked and strangely happy at the idea that his classmates cared this much that they will have a mob to protect him, and a dreadful dawning realization at how he was treating them just with the same disrespect his father was giving to him, makes itself known in his heart.

Gabriel is easily captured, along with Nathalie, and their attempts of making an Akuma and/or an amok to deal with the rioting citizens is met with immediate and painful results of them losing, and exposing themselves as the two villains who tormented Paris, and this only makes Marinette more adamant on getting Adrien free from their clutches.

Adrien gets adopted into a loving family (not Marinette’s, obviously), and ends up going to therapy to help him deal with the trauma of his abuse, and to learn how to not repeat that same abuse onto others.

This also helps Adrien finally accept that what he was doing to Ladybug, and how he acted to his classmates was bad, and accept his responsibility for his actions and the harm he caused.

He always knew that what he was doing was horrible, but he didn’t want to accept responsibility for that, and tried to defend it and justify it to himself because it was fun and enjoyable for him, so other people’s feelings didn’t matter.

But now, he no longer wants to be like his abusive father, who only cared about how he could benefit himself, no matter how many other people he hurt in the process. That’s exactly what Adrien was doing, and there’s no excuse for his behavior.

He wants to be better.

Even if it required rebuilding everything from zero.

And he would start with giving Plagg’s Ring to Ladybug, and apologizing for how much he abused her, and Plagg.

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Sideline Love ~ Chapter 8 ~ Love and Football

Pairings - NFL! Chris Evans and OFC Rebecca Rooney

Word Count: 2.4K

General Warnings: smut! angst, cheating, parental interference, fluff, football Chris has beard ( 😏 ), injuries during the game, special appearance (don't @ me lol)

A/N: I am trying out a taglist. Please let me know if you would like to be included.

Series Masterlist ~ Main Masterlist

After opening up the season with a couple of wins, the Steelers got ready to hit the road to New Orleans. Becca was in her office, writing emails back to the press requesting interviews or comments on the team when a knock on the door pulled her focus. She looks up to see her father in her doorway. “You need something Dad?”

“Just checking to see how the media is doing.”

“They have a lot of requests for interviews with Coach, Ben, TJ and the big three.”

“Big three?”

“Chris, Sebastian and Anthony. The big three.”

“Ah. Well, I’m sure you will make the right choices.”

“I will.” She turned back to her work. Rich loitered for a moment. “What?”

“Becca, I know you are angry…”

“I get it. You want to protect me. But you don’t even know him.”

“He’s a football player. That’s enough.”

“He’s not Tom. And it doesn’t matter anyways because you scared him off. The first guy who was interested not just in me but Charlie too.” Becca turned away, refusing to cry.

“Sweetheart…”

“Just go Dad. I have a meeting.” She wiped under her eyes and grabbed her purse.

“Meeting with who?”

“The attorneys. I got a petition from Tom about visitation.”

“Do you want me to go with you?”

“No.”

“Rebecca…”

“Save it. I’m a big girl.”

Becca drove to the office, and parked, sitting in her car trying to calm herself. Her phone pinged and she looked to see what it was and smiled.

C: I miss you

B: miss you too

C: tonight?

B: maybe. Have to see how this meeting goes

C: can’t believe he’s doing this.

B: neither can I

Becca walked into her lawyer’s office, Downey and Associates. Robert Downey Jr. is the best Pittsburgh has to offer. He was in the lobby, waiting for her. “Rebecca.”

“Becca, how many times must we do this Rob?”

“Kid, I’ve known you since you were yay high,” motioning to his hip. “I can call you whatever I want.” He embraces the girl. “Let’s get started.” He led her to his office. “Coffee, water, shot?”

“Funny.” She sat in one of the office chairs across from the desk. “Just tell me.”

“Tom is petitioning.”

“You said. Visitation, right?”

“Custody.”

“Excuse me?”

“Tom is petitioning for full custody of Charlotte.”

Becca is stunned into silence. She stared blankly at Robert. “Custody?”

Robert sits next to her. “Hey, focus on me.” She looks at him. “Good Now breathe.” She inhales a deep breath and releases it slowly. “Good. Becca, we are gonna fight this. He’s barely a presence in Charlie’s life. Does she even know who he is?”

“No, she doesn’t. When he denied us, I never told her about her dad and she doesn’t ask.”

“That’s good,” Robert began to pace in his office. “I’m still trying to figure out what set him off.”

“Probably seeing me with Chris Evans,” she replied.

“Evans? The new quarterback?”

“That would be the one.” Becca drew up her knees in the chair. “Robert, what is he trying to do?”

“I think he is aiming for shared custody but going full out. Its odd. Has he communicated with you?”

“No. Well,” she thought back, “he went to the diner before the season started. Said he wanted to visit with Charlie. I told him to go through out attorneys. Then he asked why Chris got to develop a relationship with her. I may have snapped.”

Robert paced around for a moment before sitting. “Ok, from now on, do not engage with Tom in any way shape or form. If he reaches out to you, you forward it to me.” He clasped his hands together. “Does your father know about Evans?”

“No. And I would like to keep it that way.”

“Alight. Attorney-client privilege it is. Becca, you have to know that this might come out during the hearings.”

“I know. Please Robert, I just want to be happy, and Chris makes me happy. He loves Charlie and Charlie loves him.”

“I will do everything we can. But please be open minded. We may have to concede shared custody. Tom is unfortunately a good father with his other children.”

As Becca drove away from Robert’s office, she thought about her history with Tom. How charming he had been, sweet, kind and gentle. She shook her head. Once he found out about the pregnancy, he had turned cruel, saying Becca was just trying to use him for money.

The first hot tear rolled down her face when he remembered his words.

You were nothing but a good time. But I’m not the father so you can just fucking leave.

She wasn’t paying attention to where she was going until she parked. She looked up to see that she was at Chris’s house. She got out and ran to the front door, hitting the bell frantically. When Chris opened the door, she was a mess of tears, mascara running, hyperventilating. “Becca?” He pulled her to him as she started to sob.

Chris picked her up and carried her to the couch. He cradled her as she sobbed into his chest. He whispered comforting words, stroking her back, kissing her hair. As she calmed, he moved to cup her face and wipe her tears away. “Angel, tell me what’s wrong.”

“Tom wants full custody of Charlie.” Her lower lip trembled. “He wants to take my baby girl from me.” That set her off again.

“Hey, hey, breathe Angel. That is not going to happen, ok.”

“But he petitioned and…”

“No, Becca, we are going to fight this.”

Becca looked back at him, “We?”

“Yes, we. Becca I am in this with you, ok? If we are in a relationship, then I will stand by your side. No one is going to take Charlie from you.”

Becca snuggled into Chris. “Thank you.”

“No need to thank me, Angel. I’ll always be here for you.“

They sat like that for a moment before Becca squirmed in Chris’s lap. “I need to get going. I have to pack.”

“You coming with the team to the Big Easy?”

“Someone has to keep you guys in line. Lord knows Ben doesn’t do it.”

Chris smiled, “Do you think we could have a date while we are over there?”

“Chris….”

“We can go somewhere off the main drag and have dinner. Just you and me, Angel.”

Becca looks at him as he gives her a puppy dog look. She sighs, “fine, ok, yes, I would love to go on a date with you.”

Chris pumped his fist in the air. “Yes!” He leaned in and kissed Becca hard. Becca came away giggling. “Ok, I’ll see you on the plane. “

*~**~*

New Orleans is known for two things, Mardi Gras and football. Pittsburgh rolls in, a rare meeting in the Big Easy but Chris is pumped. Landing in New Orleans, he, Sebastian and Anthony head out to the town after checking into the hotel. Laughing and enjoying themselves, they find a table in the back of a bar.

“Chris, how are things with Becca?” Anthony asks, sipping his beer.

“They’re good. I mean, she and I and Charlie are good. That kid is nothing but energy. Dodger sleeps like a baby every time they are over. It’s good.” Chris takes a swig of his beer.

“I, uh, heard about the custody hearing,” Sebastian said, not looking at Chris.

“Lizzy?”

“Yeah. She mentioned Becca had the girls over and she was crying. Heard her dad is livid right now.”

“Yeah, I know. She came to me right after she saw her attorney.” Chris leaned his head back. “Brady is playing a dangerous game.”

“Chris, you can’t let it get to you. You have to focus. We meet the Patriots in three weeks.”

“I know that. But I want nothing more than to protect Becca and Charlie from that asshole.”

“I appreciate that Chris,” Anthony replies. “We both do. But you also have the team to think about. Not to mention what happens if Brady orders a hit on you.”

“He’s a dick but I don’t think he would take it that far.”

“Just, be careful,” Sebastian says. “Love can make people do stupid things, but jealousy can make you do psychotic things.”

Chris thought about what Sebastian said. He was crazy in love with Becca, that much was obvious but the nagging feeling that Tom was not done with Becca was not lost on him. He glanced at his watch. “Sorry to cut and run but I need to get ready for a date.”

Becca was slipping on her heels when she heard a knock on the door. She checked the mirror one more time before she opened the door. There stood Chris, his six foot frame completely in black, the shirt had a couple of buttons open on top, his dark hair styled back. Becca swallowed. “H-Hi.”

“Angel, wow. You look gorgeous.” She was wearing a black mini dress that hugged her curves, deep v and a flared skirt that finished just above her knee. New Orleans was still warm in October, so her legs were naked until they got to her heels. “Now I’m not so sure if I want to show you off or keep you here and peel that dress off of you.” Chris licked his lips as he continued to stare.

Becca flushed. She looked down to hide it, but Chris lifted her chin. “You look beautiful.” He placed a soft kiss on her lips. “C’mon, let me feed you and then we can come back here.”

“Okay.” She grabbed her clutch and they headed out into the night. Chris never let go of Becca’s hand, taking comfort in the warmth, her small hand engulfed in his. They made it to a small café away from the main part of New Orleans. They were seated in the back. The menu was traditional creole but elevated. “Did you research this?”

“I did,” Chris replied with a twinkle. “It had the best reviews, and it was away from everything so we could have some privacy.” He took her hand. “I know you are worried, but I wanted this for us.”

Becca smiled. They ordered and talked about everything, how Charlie was doing in school, what the social media plan was for the Steelers, how practice was going. They only avoided talking about Tom and the upcoming custody hearing. Tonight wasn’t about that. It was about them.

After paying and leaving the restaurant, Chris and Becca walked around a little community garden, never letting their hands go, still talking. “Would it be wrong to say that I see a future with you?" Becca asked.

“Why would it be wrong?” Chris turned to face Becca.

“I dunno. We haven’t been together long. We’ve only known each other for six months. But every night,” she looks up at him, “every night I dream about us and our family. And it scares me, Chris. Because it feels so right.”

“Are you worried that I’ll walk away from this? That I might leave?”

“A little. My life, my whole world is in Pittsburgh. But I know, as crazy as it sounds, I would follow you anywhere.”

“Rebecca, you aren’t alone.” Chris tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “I’ve told you before that you and Charlie are it for me. You are endgame. Angel, I have the same dreams too. Eventually, we will tell your family that we are together, and everything will be fine. I promise.”

“I just don’t want to see your dream taken away Chris.”

“My dream is you, Angel. You and Charlie and Dodger. Us, together.”

Becca stares into his eyes, his blue drowning her in his honesty. “I – I think I love you Chris.” She bit her bottom lip as she looks down, blushing at her confession.

Chris tilted her head to look at him. He pulled her bottom lip from her teeth. “I know I’m in love with you Becca.”

“Really?” Her eyes started to shiny from the tears forming.

“Really. I love you Becca.”

“I love you too Chris.” She reached up to kiss him and he pulled her close, a hand in her hair and the other on her back.

Just two kids in love.

With a photographer to capture it all.

*~**~*

The game was back and forth, and Chris was doing everything he could. But the Saints weren’t backing down. His fourth sack of the game left him sore. There was only ten seconds left on the clock and the Steelers were down by four. They needed the touchdown for the win. Chris called the play and Sebastian and Ju-Ju lined up on one side while Chase Claypool lined up on the other. Anthony was behind Chris for the fake handoff.

“Blue 42, Blue 42, hut hut!” Chris was hiked the ball and completed the fake before see Chase wide open. He launched it, getting knocked down in the process but he watched as the ball slipped through Chase’s hands as time expired. He put his head down and laid on the turf for a moment.

They lost.

He lost.

His first loss in the NFL.

It hurt. His lineman, DeCastro reached over to help him up. “Its ok Chris. It happens.”

“I know.” Chris walked to congratulate Jameis Winston and then walked off the field. The locker room is subdued with quiet interviews happening as the rest of the guys change and head to the buses. Chris took a moment and head his cell phone ring. “Hello?”

“Chris, its Becca’s mother, Avery.”

“Hi Mrs. Rooney.”

“Avery, please. Umm, I got your number from Becca. I need your help. Charlie, she watched the game, and she is very upset.”

“Oh. Ok, can I talk to her?”

“I’m sorry I know this must be the last thing you need.”

“Its ok Avery.” He heard the phone move before a small sniffle was heard. “Charlie?”

“Chris. Are you ok?”

“I’m ok munchkin.” He heard her wail. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

“We lost and I saw you get tackled and you didn’t get up,” she wailed.

“I’m ok sweetheart. It happens. We can’t win every game.” He continued to listen to her cry. “Listen munchkin, how about when I get home, we go for some ice cream. You, me, your mama, Anthony, Sebastian?”

“You promise?”

“I promise. I love you Charlie.”

“I love you too Chris.” Chris leaned back in his chair, heartbroken at the cries of his little girl. The thought shook him. Charlie was his little girl. She took his heart and held in her tiny hands along with her mama. Now all he wanted was to get back to her, to them and hold them close. His little family.

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