had to scream and spray at someones off leash dog today and hold in the urge to yell "none of you deserve dogs"

Bo Sinclair x Female Reader

THIS is a NONCON fic. Please don't read and then get shocked at what you read. You are reading this at your own risk! You cannot get shocked at the content here if you are sensitive to NONCON and read anyways. I am not responsible if you choose to still read this and it's upsetting. Also, there is Forced Breeding included! Read at your own risk.

When I get an AO3, I will be posting this there.

Underthecut - NSFW, NON-CON, Cheating -forced- Oral -Female receiving- Forced Breeding/Forced pregnancy, Degradation. Tagged as Dark Fic

Sinclair Brothers College AU Part 2 Part 1 is here!

Bo will never forget that morning. Never forgot your angelic face buried into his brother's chest, Vincent's face buried into the top of your head, nose nuzzled into your hair.

His voice had hurt for the three days after all the screaming he had done, his knuckles bruised for weeks after he and Vincent drew blows.

He could still hear your screaming, this shrill piercing scream for him to stop. To stop hurting him, to stop hurting Vincent.

Not one scream for him, his well-being.

Bo left the room with a bruised lip and ego.

The image of you comforting Vincent, rubbing his knuckles, kissing his cheek burned in his head. He replayed it over and over.

Bo couldn't get over how everyone seemed to approve of the whole ordeal.

That friend of yours had come running up to you, congratulating you on finally getting with Vincent. Even her tall British boyfriend paid a compliment.

His own friends even poked fun, how stupid he was not to see Vincent slowly making his moves. Vincent and you at the Dairy Queen, you at his art show, how both of you spent hours at the library.

How'd he miss all that?

Bo walked into his dorm, slamming the door behind him as he whipped off his hat, he frowned as he flopped onto the bed. back against the wall as he took in the room.

The large varnished bricks painted a light blue, years of new coats of paint chipping off in the corners. The yellow fluorescent light struggling to light up the room, no doubt the same light from when the dorm was built.

Bo took in his brother's side. Neat, save for a few books littered around, a few on his desk, three on the floor, two on the bed, and Y/n's cellphone.

Bo shot up, eagerly rushing over to Vincent's bed, hands immediately on your phone. He held it in his hands, smirking at the pink phone case with a bear's face on the back. He swiped his thumb over the screen, he grits his teeth at the image of you and Vincent on your home screen. Vincent held his arm around you as he kissed your cheek.

"Putz," he mumbled to himself, Bo's thumb lingered over your lock screen. He pressed in the four numbers, "Shit. She must have changed it." Bo looked up, going over what your new passcode could be. The old one was the date you and him started dating. Bo made sure it was that, and that way he had access to your phone whenever you were careless enough to leave it about.

Bo smiled as he knew what the passcode was. If his brother was anything like him, he'd be just as possessive, "Ding!" Bo tapped his foot in excitement as your phone opened up, he went right to your gallery, brows turned down in disgust.

Picture after picture of you and Vincent. Some tame, others, Bo whistled at the picture of you sucking off Vincent. He hated it, seeing your pretty little face lavish his brother's cock, but for Bo, it was easy just to picture his own in its place.

Another photo, you with your legs spread, hand over your mouth, embarrassed as your pussy was covered in Vincent's seed.

Bo groaned, "Little fuckin' whore." He pressed his feet into the ground, steadying himself. He was taken back to when he'd do the same to you, make you beg for his cum to coat your needy pussy. He licked his lips as he could hear your little whines and begs.

"Cum on my pussy, Bo." Fuck and you sounded so perfect.

"Cum on my pussy, Vinny." He cursed as your voice played over in his head. Hating how easily he could hear your sweet voice be so dirty for his brother.

Bo kept scrolling, his stomach churned, cock-stiffening as he scanned more and more pictures.

Videos, ranging from thirty seconds to two minutes in length. He pressed one, the image of you riding his brother played immediately.

"Oh, Vinny, your cocks making me feel so full." Bo groaned, he turned up the volume to hear the vulgar slaps of your ass against his brother's pelvis. "Oh, Fuck Vinny." Bo watched as you fell onto Vincent's chest as he lifted you, fucking up into you at a fast pace.

Bo watched till the end, his ears burning as your moans and whimpers wafted through the shitty phone speaker. He palmed his erection as he watched Vincent cum deep in you, his brother's disgusting grunts and growls had him snarling.

Bo's eyes remained on the screen. They widened as Vincent pulled out, carelessly spreading your legs open to the camera, both your face and Vincent are not visible, but your pussy was bared. He watches as his brother's seed leaked out of you, hearing Vincent mumbling at what a good little princess you are, how you were made to used, made to be a good little cum dump.

Bo shook, knuckles going white as he held the phone. Your whimpering approval of Vincent's words, how Vincent scooped his cum back up into you...

Bo snapped out of his anger as a text popped up,

-Hey, meet you at the library, I'll only be able to study briefly, I have a surprise shift at the hospital.-

Bo tapped it, immediately taken to your messages with Dan.

Everything between you and Dan was mundane. Study dates that often included Herbert and just random memes.

He exited out, looking over all the people you've been texting. Your texts with him deleted, he huffed as he continued. That girl dating the tall British guy. That weird Billy kid, Freddy, your mom, your boss, and Vincent.

He sat down on his bed as he went through the texts. Some of the texts were mundane, how are you, I'm good. I love you and can't wait to see you.

Bo froze, laughing to himself, leaning back onto the bed as he read the recent texts,

-Remember those awful cramps I've been having? My doctor said it was birth control. I'll be going off it for a few weeks and will be getting that Implanon thing.-

Bo checked the date, "Two weeks ago." he said to himself as he kept reading.

-So bad news, I won't get that Implanon thing for another month.-

-That's okay. We can keep it safe for now. One day though you'll be off that stuff ;)-

Bo shook his head, of course, his brother would be on that train of thought. Getting you pregnant. Watching your belly grow with babe.

Bo seethed, hand running down his front, cock pulsing at the image of you, begging for his cum, asking him to impregnate you. Your belly swelling with the Sinclair seed, his large hand rubbing over you, kissing your cheek, amazed at the changes in your body.

Your tits swelling, begging for Bo to ease the ache in them. Cock stiffening as he suckles on your tender tits.

Bo's attention was snapped back to reality as the door's handle justled. He quickly exited out of the texts, turned off the screen, and threw the phone on the bed, burying his face into his pillow, grunting as his cock angled into the bed painfully.

Vincent stepped in, sneering at his brother. "She forgot something, I won't be long." He mumbled, hand going for your phone.

"Y'her lap dog or some? She can't come get it herself?"

"I don't trust you alone with her." Vincent gave your phone a once over before grabbing a few books, "I'll be gone tonight, I work late, so you can invite that 'cute' girl from the bar." Vincent coughed as he finished his sentence.

"Yeah, yeah..." Bo eyed his brother, pulling his pillow closer into his face.

"You didn't touch this, did you?" Vincent waved the phone around, giving it a once over.

"Why would I touch her shit?"

Vincent shrugged his shoulders, "Bye," He opened the door, "Oh, and Lester is inviting us to a barbeque, he expects you to be there."

Bo flinched as his brother slammed the door. He sat up, freeing his cock, the images of you and Vincent still in his mind, the image of himself pushing Vincent away to replace Vincent's seed with his own...

"The library..." he said to himself, the image of you at the library, pushed over onto one of the corner desks, hidden away from everyone, his cock buried deep inside, pleading with him to cum inside.

Bo gripped the base of his cock, squeezing to let more of his precum drip out, watching as it fell along the side.

"That'd look a lot better in the place it belongs."

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You and Vincent stood in front of the campus library, he ran his hands up and down your sides, pinching your ass when he dipped low.

"Vinny!" He playfully pinched his arm, kissing his cheek as you giggled.

"Can't help it, you're so cute." He kissed you again, tongue wrapping around yours, he pushed you closer into himself, your moan being suppressed by the kiss.

You reluctantly pulled away, "I gotta meet Dan. I need his help with my paper. Thanks for getting my phone."

Vincent nodded at you, kissing your cheek again, "I know, I don't want you near him, either."

You nod into his chest, inhaling his scent, linseed oil, and his farmer's market shampoo. You hum as he begins to sway you back and forth.

"I gotta go, see you tomorrow," He pulls away, hand rubbing over your cheek, his eye taking in your sad ones. "Be safe getting home."

"I will!" You shared a kiss goodbye as you excitedly entered the library.

You waved to norman at the front desk, he briefly looked up to give a small smile before returning to his large ornithology book on his desk.

You grinned and waved as you caught sight of Dan. He was in his scrubs with his Starbucks in his hand, smiling at you.

"I can help you for the next hour before I gotta go," He began as you sat in front of him, "Then I got my shift an-"

"Yes at the hospital, I know I know." You sat and opened your books, Dan grabbing one to flip through it, scanning for the important passage,

"Here, you'll want to start here, copy it, and then grab two more sources from the encyclopedias. Has to be from the books, not online."

You rubbed your temples, "Yeah, that's, a lot to take in."

Dan chuckled, "That's the advanced course for you."

You tapped your pencil on the paper of your books, "So, you hear about Brahms and his girl? The fight they had!"

Dan perked up, brown eyes filled with wonder.

The two of you immediately filled your time with gossip, the mention of Brahms's girlfriend and Billy was the only thing being studied.

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Bo strolled up to the library, "Twenty minutes to closing..." He shrugged his shoulders as he entered.

He looks around, the lights dimmed, the desk lamps off, save for the few remaining students.

"Can I help you?" Bo snapped his head to the thin, pale man at the front desk.

"Ah, yeah, where are the books on, like art and stuff," Bo looked at the nameplate, "Norman." Bo fumbled with his hands in his pockets.

"In the back," Norman gestured his head behind him, "In section eight hundred to eight hundred and fifty. Don't be long, we are closing soon." Norman sneered as he shuffled the papers on his desk.

"Yeah, thanks." Bo shook his head, as he caught Norman giving him a once over.

Bo clenched his fists as he heard Norman mumble "I don't even think he can read."

He made his way around the library, ducking behind the rows when he thought he saw you, any girl that resembled you had his heart clench in shock.

"No, Vinny, I can't talk right now, text it to me instead." Bo froze, his feet heavy, your voice was curt, he heard you grunt, knowing you just hung up on his brother.

Bo followed the voice, finding you tucked away in the private study area, the tables up against the walls, the lights were severely dimmed, Bo wondered how in the hell you could see the paper in front of you.

He carefully watched his steps, inching slowly behind you, grateful you were distracted in the book, grateful you secluded yourself so far away from everyone else.

A wolfish grin spread over his face, standing over you, he leaned in, hands snaking over you, rushing to silence your mouth,

"Hey, Sweets, miss me?"

Your blood went cold, eyes bulged, you attempted to turn but Bo held firm.

"Miss me? Huh? Ah, maybe you need to look at me first." He whispered into your ear, placing a feather-light kiss.

You retched away, guttural noises being silenced as Bo put a hand around your neck.

"Ah, no no, c'mon now, that any way to react to me? C'mon sweets, you used to beg me, beg me not to leave you, cry whenever I missed a date, moan for my cock to make you come." He chuckled as you squirmed in his arms, the chuckle turning into a soft laugh as you reached for your phone.

"Grabbing your phone for me? How nice of you, Sweets!" Bo whipped you around, slamming you onto the table as he chucked away the books, thankful they didn't fall onto the floor.

You began kicking at Bo, the panic making your blood run hot, giving you a surge of strength.

You knew Bo, knew how much stronger he was, knew you couldn't fight him off. The look in his eyes as his body leaned forward onto yours, chuckling off your kicks.

"Ah, hey, calm down," Bo squeezed on your neck, kissing your cheek as you sputtered out a whine, choking as you gasped for air.

Bo grabbed your phone, your eyes burning as he easily tapped the four-digit code to open it, he went right to the gallery, opening up the video of you and Vincent, "Look at you," The video played, Bo held the phone to your face, forcing you to look, "Taking my brother's cum in your slutty little pussy. Fuck what a good whore you are."

He exited out of the video, going to your texts, "So bad news, I won't get that Implanon thing for another month." He read aloud as he shook his head, "tsk tsk, and I bet you are still fucking, even when it's not safe. I mean, if my brother's anything like me, he won't wanna wrap that shit up."

Tears pooled in your eyes, slowly falling along the sides into your hair. Your eyes pleading with him, 'don't do this, please.'

Bo huffed as he pulled down your skirt, panties coming along with it. He took in your pussy, licking his bottom lip as he caught a glance at your shaved pussy, thankful that his brother has the same taste as him. "You look so good, that pussy nice and clean for me, gonna look good with my seed spilling out."

"I'll let you breathe properly if you promise to be quiet, can you do that for me?" His baby blues stared into your eyes, you wanted to hurl as you saw a sick softness to them.

"I'll, b-be- go-good." You choked. You gasped in sweet relief as bo removed his large hand from your neck. Your phone in his hand was held to your face as you realized he was filming.

"You better open up these legs for me, little whore like you should be used to spreading her legs, hm? Taking my brother's cock while dating me. Well, you can have my cock again, and I'm gonna make sure you'll never fucking forget this. Like I'll never fuckin' forget waking up to you." Bo placed the phone down, propping it up against your books, "With cum dripping out your pussy in Vincent's arms."

You looked away as you heard Bo's belt clink his zipper coming undone, "I can easily scream,"

"Scream? ha, the place is practically empty at this point, who's gonna come as you scream? 'Norman' I can tell he's already too self-absorbed to care for another." Bo leaned down, his breath hot over your cunt.

"Please don't, Bo please, I'll do anything!"

His signature cocky grin spread over his lips, "Oh, you will, first, I get a taste of this," He plunged his tongue in, a soft moan as your taste hit his tongue, his eyes looking up at you, then to the phone.

You squirmed as your walls involuntarily pulsed around his tongue. You squeezed your eyes shut, hips shaking as he flicked his tongue over your clit.

"You taste so good, fuck better than I remember," He sucked hard, laughing as you whimpered. "See, little slutty body like your can't help but react."

Wave after wave of pleasure crashed through you, Bo's large hand roaming your body, dipping under your shirt, sliding under your bra to squeeze your breast.

"Fuck it feels good too, remember how you used to beg me to suck on them?" He pinched your hardening nipple, "Look at the camera." He cooed.

He dipped two fingers into your heat, making you groan as he pressed down and sucked hard on your clit.

You breathed heavily through your nose, fighting the urge to let out a wanton moan. Tears flowed as your hips voluntarily bucked into Bo's face, his tongue sending wave after wave of euphoria through you that not even Vincent could manage.

Bo shook his head, a raspy moan muffled by the lewd noises your pussy made as he fingered you. He looked up, smirking into you, your pussy clenching around his fingers, how you covered your mouth to fight back the deep moan.

You ran your hand through Bo's brown hair, he moaned, taking the action as approval for his ministrations. You pushed on him, your airy moans muffled by your palm as you came. Bo stayed latched onto your clit, suckling and flicking it, tongue deep to your cunt to lap at you, groaning as it pulsed around his muscle.

Bo shot up, licking his lips of your cream, "Ah, see that, wanna taste?" You shook your head, mouth a no. He leaned in, one hand angling his cock while the other grabbed your neck.

His tongue wrapped around yours, muffling the whine as he slammed into you, his cock stretching you out, a slight burn mixed with pleasure.

Bo wasted no time, slamming hard into you, his cheeks pink as he groaned into the kiss, he lifted his head, "Ah, fuck, needy little pussy fuckin' missed me. Ah shit, I fuck." He grunted above you, his body pressing you into the table, "Fuck, it missed me, fuck it missed me."

You sobbed under him, your mind going to Vincent, trying to picture it was Vincent on top of you, it was you and Vincent making love in the library, not Bo. Not Bo sending waves of familiar pleasure through you, his cock stretching you out.

"Please, don't cum in me, Bo, please don't."

"Wah? cum in you? Sure, I can do that, after all, your little pussy was made for it." He sneered at you, a dark look flashed over him.

You punched at him, "I'll scream."

"You scream and that video gets sent to Vincent. Doesn't matter I'm hav-having m-my way with y-you." He stuttered between thrusts, "Just a video of you getting impregnated by his older brother. He won't want you."

You sobbed as tears spilled as you turned away from him, Vincent flashed in your mind. His smile, his light blue eyes, his hands holding yours.

Your body tensed as Bo's cock felt intoxicating, the familiar rhythm, his harsh kisses, mind being taken back to you on his bed, how he'd hiked your legs over his shoulders as he pushed them onto your chest, a cocky grin as he fucked you deep.

"Bo," You whimpered, "Please," you continued "Just not inside."

He slammed harder, groaning as you clenched around him, "Feels like it wants it inside. Don't lie to yourself, Sweets."

You couldn't, the tears fell, you whimpered Vincent's name, "Hurry, Bo."

Bo couldn't hold back, your sexy little body squirming under him, your pussy clenching around him, your spent leaking onto the table, your stifled moans. "Look at the camera as you cum, look as I cum in you," He turned your head towards the phone, tears freely falling Bo licked your cheek.

His breathing, his thrusts, his cock filling you so well, his raspy praise. You stared, "I'm sorry, Vincent." You scrunched your face as Bo positioned in and out, a low groan reverberated from his chest.

Bo laughed as he came, his seed painting your insides, coating your pink walls, picturing it shooting deep into your womb, his little swimmers getting to work.

You fought back the urge to barf, his cum filling you send a ripple of pleasure through you.

Bo hissed as his breathing slowed, the realization of your nails digging into his shoulders, came to his senses. He slowly pulled out, grabbing the phone, to capture his seed dripping out of your pussy.

He wrapped his hand around your throat, squeezing, a threat. He continued to film, "Ah, look at that, good little slut getting bred. Just like she was made too."

Bo brought the camera to your face, "Say, 'Hi, Vincent!' ha" he laughed as you kept your vision off him and the camera.

"it's okay, I know you're thinking of getting that plan B. But you'll be coming with me tonight, I'm gonna make sure my seed takes." Bo released your neck, thumb running over your lips as you coughed.

"Get dressed, we're gonna get a hotel, this is from over." He leaned in to kiss your cheek, "My good girl, mine again." He hugged you as he sent the video to his phone. He laughed as he felt you shake in his arms,

"I wonder what Vincent will do when he sees this, gosh I can only imagine." He hummed and swayed you back and forth, "You'll look great with my child in you, can't wait, ah you'll be so beautiful."

Road Trip

Road Trip, 2k words

Jared x Jensen x OFC Elle Tags: Pg-13, road trip, lots of food and some drinking, a concert, spoiling the dog. AN: for @there-must-be-a-lock​ I don’t know that I’ve ever spent as much time with an author, in any fanfic universe, as I have with Lou in the Everything-verse. I can’t even begin to approach her sex scenes, so I didn’t even try. But I’ve done my best to write J2 with Elle the way she writes them. Haven’t read Everything yet? Head over to Amazon and get your copy of the e-book now! 

***

Elle was taken aback when she came home from the store to find her boyfriends in the living room, surrounded by their entire luggage collection. She knew their work schedule well, and didn’t think they had to travel this weekend. She stopped, a puzzled look creeping across her face. 

“Boys, are you going somewhere?” 

Jensen beckoned her over. He caressed her face, lifting her chin for a kiss. “We are going somewhere, all three of us.”

Jared bounded over and wrapped both of them in a hug. “It’s a surprise!”

Elle looked at him, expectantly. Jared was the worst in the world at keeping secrets, and she usually didn’t have to wait a full minute for him to blurt out the entire plan. 

“Jay, I swear to god-” Jensen said, a note of warning in his voice. Jared responded by miming that he was locking his lips and throwing away the key. 

“But how can I pack if I don’t know where I’m going?” Elle stepped over to claim one of the medium suitcases. 

“C’mon, you know you always wear band tees and skinny jeans, no matter what.” Jensen’s words were teasing but his tone was soft.

Elle fake-pouted. “Hey, I wear shorts too!”

“Sometimes you wear little dresses, look so cute,” Jared chimed in. “Ooh, and a swimsuit, you’ll need one of those!” 

She waited, but apparently Jensen had Jared under some kind of secrecy spell, because he stopped there. When it became clear that no more details were forthcoming, she headed to her room to pack.

***

The next morning, they rose before the sun. In spite of the early hour, Jared was bubbling over with excitement, while Jensen was checking off everything that needed to be done and packed. Elle approached their black SUV with a big yawn, hugging a pillow and her favorite blanket.

“Back seat is for you girls,” Jensen pointed. Elle climbed in, and stretched out as Daisy hopped up and settled down at her feet. The smooth motion of the car on the road soon lulled her back to sleep.

Too soon, the bright morning shining in her eyes woke her up. Making a disgruntled sound,  she sat up and looked at herself in the rearview mirror- her eyes were smudgy, her pink hair standing straight on end. She shrugged, and leaned forward between the front seats to rest her head on Jared’s shoulder.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty.” Jensen greeted her, and she lazily turned her head to meet his voice. “You hungry?” 

“Always,” she answered, as Jared combed his fingers through her hair, making it more of a mess, not less. They drove through a Starbucks to load up on coffee and breakfast sandwiches before stopping at the next rest stop area. Elle and the boys ate while Daisy ran around in the grass. Jensen pretended not to see his partners slipping the dog bites of food. 

*** They drove steadily East, stopping every few hours for gas and snacks and to let the dog out. Some hours were quiet, everyone reading or absorbed in their own thoughts. Other hours were musical, each of them taking a turn controlling the AUX cord, but all of them singing along. And some hours were chatty, the three of them discussing anything that came to mind, from books to current events to the perfect grill dinner. They were comfortable with one another, with both conversation and silence, that was the important thing.

Elle didn’t care so much about where they were going, as long as they were together. But after lunch, she could no longer ignore the view outside her window. They were in the Blue Ridge Mountains, roads snaking over hills and around curves. At every turn, she saw peaks swathed in gauzy clouds, and valleys through a blue mist. She had driven this road a hundred times in her life. The view never failed to fill her with awe.  

She watched the road signs, counting the miles, waiting for Jared or Jensen to say something. Finally she spoke up. 

“Boys, are we going to Gatlinburg?” 

“Yes!” Jared whipped around to face her. “We booked a cabin! It’s gonna be great!” 

Jensen nodded and met her eyes in the mirror, his smile growing to match hers. 

Gatlinburg. They were headed home. It wasn’t where she had grown up, exactly, but close by. It had been the destination of almost every vacation she had taken for the first 20 years of her life. 

As they drove into town, she felt her excitement growing. It was funny how things could come back to you, even after years away. There was her favorite little coffee shop, the one with all the plants. There was the record store where she spent all of her money on every trip.

The farmers selling produce by the side of the road, that was another familiar sight. Jensen stopped at one and loaded up on fresh fruit and veggies. Jared bought an armload of fresh homemade pastries. 

She felt her sense of intrigue grow as they turned off the main road, away from the hotels and resorts, and headed back into the mountains. A little while later, Jensen finally brought the SUV to a stop in front of an expansive cabin in the woods. He stepped out from the car and stretched before opening Elle’s door. Daisy rushed out, tail wagging. 

Elle stepped out and looked around, drawing in a deep breath. The sunlight air filtered down through the trees. She could smell pine and water nearby. Something in her soul unwound a little and seemed to settle in. She looked up as she felt Jensen’s gaze on her. 

“Hey,” he asked softly, “You like this?” She nodded, too overwhelmed to put her feelings into words. Just then, Jared bounded around the car.

“You won’t believe this place that Jay booked, look!” He took her hand in his and almost dragged her inside. He gave her an enthusiastic tour: the kitchen, the living room with a fireplace, the bedrooms, the hot tub on the porch. 

Jensen followed as they skipped from room to room, his eyes never leaving her. Clearly, the two of them had spent time together, browsing the options before they rented this house. Both men were eager to see her reaction, to make sure she was happy. 

When all three of them stopped on the porch, Elle looked down, through the verdant trees, to a small stream. This was even better than she could’ve dreamed. Her boyfriends stood on either side of her, and without speaking, each slipped one arm around her. She relaxed and leaned into their embrace. She felt safe, loved, at home. 

Daisy nudged at them, whining for attention. Elle broke away from the boys to pet her, and caught sight of a grill.

“Jensen, my guess is you’ve already planned to grill something for dinner?” Of course he had. Jared carried a cooler up from the car, and pulled out steaks that had been marinating since the night before. Jensen had prepped some of the produce he had purchased on the way in, a grill basket full of peppers, onions and mushrooms, with a side of asparagus.

While they cooked, she took a quick shower. The master bathroom was expansive, with a big glassed in shower and a deep garden tub. She smiled, anticipating the things the three of them could do in there. She slipped into one of the short dresses she had packed. It was comfortable, light and soft. She was glad Jared had suggested it. 

That night, the three of them ate until they couldn’t eat any more. Even Jensen slipped a bite or two of steak to the dog. The sun set and the stars came out and they still lingered on the porch, talking and laughing. Long after midnight, Jensen steered Elle to the bedroom they had picked out for her. Jared made sure she had her meds and a bottle of water. She relaxed into the expanse of clean white sheets and pillows, and fell asleep. 

*** Elle slept in late the next morning, later than she was ever able to sleep in their apartment. She woke up slowly, but was lured to the kitchen by the smell of coffee. Jensen was making scrambled eggs loaded with veggies and cheese, while Jared was digging into the pastries he bought the day before. 

She enjoyed good morning kisses from both her boyfriends before she settled down with a plate of food and a mug of coffee. Propped up on the table in front of her was an envelope with her name.

“Boys?” She asked, as she reached for it. Both of them turned to look at her. Jensen was smiling broadly, that look on his face when he knew he had done well, while Jared was practically vibrating from excitement. 

She opened the envelope and 3 concert tickets fell into her hand. Her favorite band in the whole world, right here in Gatlinburg, floor seats, tonight. She couldn’t form words, just screeched in excitement as she launched herself at Jared and Jensen. The three of them shared a warm embrace as she babbled her thanks. Wakened by the commotion, Daisy came over and nudged at their legs. 

Elle sat back down, overwhelmed. She had seen this stop on the concert tour, of course, but it seemed too far away. That had been months ago, and she had honestly forgotten the date. The fact that Jared and Jensen had planned not only a get away weekend for her, but a concert, said volumes. 

That night, the boys dressed as usual in jeans and button-downs. Of course Elle had packed one of her many t-shirts for this particular band. They were her favorites, after all. She took extra care with her look, lining her eyes and touseling her hair. Finally, they headed out.

The warm up bands were good, thoroughly enjoyable, but Elle was saving her excitement for the main act. The moment they came on stage, the first thrum of the bass, she was gone. She screamed and sang along and danced, savoring every moment. 

The concert ended at midnight, but Elle wasn’t even remotely tired as they drove back up the mountain. She spent the entire drive babbling about every moment, every song. She was still waxing enthusiastic in the kitchen when Jensen silenced her with a kiss. 

“You packed a swimsuit, right? Go change.”

She did, and stepped out onto the porch. Jared was already in the tub, knees wide and head back. She slipped in next to him and rested her head on his shoulder. Jensen followed, carrying 3 beers, which he handed out as he sank into the water. 

Elle turned to face Jensen, kissing him deeply. Jared drew closer to the two of them, his hands all over their bodies. For what felt like a long time, the three of them traded kisses, caresses slow and lingering in the hot water. 

Finally, Jensen stepped out of the hot tub, lifting Elle up with him. She clung to him as he carried her back inside. Jared stepped ahead of them and was already on the bed, arms open, when Jensen lowered her down on the white sheets. 

***

Elle woke up late the next morning. Her head was resting on Jensen’s shoulder, his chest rising and falling under her fingers. Jared was spooned around behind her, his arm holding her close. 

She took a deep breath. The concert last night was amazing. This cabin was fantastic. It was so much fun to be back in a familiar city. They had two more days in front of them, and she was looking forward to every minute of it.

But honestly, the best part of the trip was just being together. Jensen, Jared and her - it wasn’t anything she had ever imagined. No, it was better than she had ever imagined. However unlikely, she was theirs and they were hers.

*** Like what you’ve read? Read my first chapter with this trio, Enough

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Just Finished RWBY Volume 2...

...and HOLY HECK IT GOT BETTER.

[Warning: Spoilers for Volume 2 and Long Post.]

New antagonists! More huntsman action! More characters and interactions! And the fights, tho. THE FIGHTS!

*Ahem* Okay, clearly I just need to start from the beginning...

Episode 1

We start the new season by being reintroduced to our new antagonists, Emerald Sustrai and Mercury Black. They may be villains, but they're also obviously teens (Mercury radiates prick energy) and they're dynamic is entertaining. Also, RIP Tukson, he seemed like a nice dude...

We then cut back to Team RWBY and JNPR, who are apparently on break at the moment. It's also nice to see Sun again, and we also get to meet Neptune. Anyways, someone throws a pie in Weiss face, and you know what that means...

FOOD FIGHT!!!

Seriously, THESE KIDS ARE CRAZY. Ruby can apparently surf on lunch trays! Weiss used ketchup and a freakin' swordfish like Myrtenaster! Blake used baguettes and a sausage link like Gambol Shroud! Freakin' YANG was punching things with TURKEY! JAUNE... threw a melon, that was cool; nice to see that he's losing the noodleness of his body. NORA RIPPED OUT A PIPE, STUFFED IT TO A MELON, AND CALLED IT MAGNHILD! Note to self: never challenge Pyrrha to a fight near a vending machine (or anytime, really). Ren can kick WATERMELONS, and fight with LEEKS. HOW CAN THEY EVEN DIGEST ALL THAT FOOD!?

RIP Neptune's hair though, I hear grape is hard to wash out...

Then we cut back to the White Fang and Torchwick, who are then met with Mercury, Emerald, and later the great Cinder Fall herself. I'll admit, Mercury's funny but a jerk, and Emerald... I'm pretty sure I was mentally screaming "YOU'RE BEING MANIPULATED" when I saw her and Cinder. First she doesn't give Emerald a hug, then she tells her to not think and just obey? RED FLAGS. RED FLAGS EVERYWHERE.

Oh, speaking of Cinder, while she does radiate boss energy, I'm glad that I don't personally like her. I don't know what it is, but it might be the fact that she's treating everyone else like her pawns (and considering she used a chess piece later in this volume, I wouldn't be surprised). I mean, good villain, but like any good villain, I want her to get roasted, though that might not work given her Semblance.

Also, Roman Torchwick, you beautiful jerk, never change. I love ya, but I also love seeing you get dragged, which is what Emerald did to you at the end of this. Yep, I'm on board for this season!

Also, the new opening. I thought nothing could top "This Will Be The Day." I was wrong. Haven't listened to all of it yet, but "Time To Say Goodbye" SLAPS.

Episode 2

So, several things. There's board games, insert Yu-Gi-Oh reference here... Yang has too much power. Also, if I remember the lingo right, then this is also the episode where the White Rose shippers got crumbs, the White Knight shippers were once again denied, and where the Iceberg shippers were born (while the rest of us were titling our heads in confusion with Jaune). Jaune continues to be a social dork (what's with the blonde boys blowing Blake's secret? Don't think I've forgotten about Sun...). Blake is being consumed with the burden of RESPONSIBILITY. I feel that Blake. Oh, and the ending...

Why do out villains have to be clever enough to infiltrate the actual school!? And Weiss' "We're doomed." I hope that's not secret foreshadowing...

Episode 3

Jaune fails yet again at wooing Weiss (at least Yang comforts him at the end), and the gang begins their espionage. We meet Penny again, Weiss deals with her past, albeit briefly, and Penny... oh boy. She's hiding something, and the hiccups make it obvious. What could it possibly- oh...

Episode 4

Most of us had our suspicions, what with Penny's awkward demeanor and ludicrous super strength, but yep, she's a robot! Aw, get yourself a real one like Ruby. Oh, and Neptune's useless with Yang around. Speaking of, HEY, good to see you again, Junior! So Blake and Sun intercept the White Fang rally and... oh fudge they got giant robots. BAIL! We also get to see Neptune's weapon and Sun's semblance (before they nope off the road and leave the rest of the fighting to RWBY, while they go off and get ramen, the jerks...). Also, nice to see that they have team attack names (I believe some of them double as ship names), and this is where we get to meet the Ice Cream Queen Neopolitan (not to be confused with the now officially dubbed Ice Queen Weiss Schnee. If even the villains are calling you that, then congrats, you have a new title)! Neo then proceeds to give them the slip, and I personally believe that Yang only disliked Weiss' pun because it highlighted her failure.

C'mon Yang, at least she's TRYING!

Episode 5

Pyrrha is a combat queen. 'Nuff said. Suck it, CRDL.

Oh no. Mercury is both a smart aleck AND smart. This will not end well.

Blake, take a break. No, seriously, working yourself to death just because you think you can doesn't mean you should. You will only feel worse. TAKE A BREAK.

Well Jaune, mission failed. You'll get her next time.

Pyrrha Nikos. Sweetie. We're talking about Jaune Arc here. He's not gonna get the hints you're dropping unless that "hint" is a full blown irrefutable confession so obvious that even he can't screw it up. I know you want to help him because you like him (and yes, even like like him), but it's clear Weiss isn't interested, at least not now. Capitalize on that!

And our villain group continues to be dastardly. *Chuckles* We're in danger.

Episode 6

The dance draws near, and it seems that both Blake AND Jaune could use a pep talk!

Poor Blake. It appears your faunus trait makes you more cat-like than just the ears.

Also, poor Ren. He just wants a nice bath, but alas, the power of bromance.

Oof, tough love from Yang. Pretty good flashback, though. Also, Pyrrha, your selfless nature will be your undoing, listen to Nora.

...oh God, if I'm saying "listen to Nora" when the world isn't ending, we might ACTUALLY be in danger.

Aw, the dance looks fun. Poor Jaune, tho. Don't worry, at least Yang, Blake, and Sun are having a good time (and this is the part where I realize I'm becoming a SunnyBee shipper, crap). Poor Ruby, having to wear heels. Don't worry, Ozpin will keep you company.

Oh crap, the villain kids are here! What are you up to!?

Episode 7

This one gets the runner up for my favorite episode. Alternatively, I give it the title "Team Leaders Know What's Up."

Jaune, you may be a dumbass, but you're the rare "Surprisingly Competent Dumbass With A Heart Of Gold," and you get my respect for that. Being socially awkward with Ruby? Comedy gold. Putting things into perspective for Neptune? Props, my dude. Comforting Pyrrha? Friendship goals (even though it should be more than friendship goals, but hey, you put on the dress, I'll give you that). Nice dance moves, by the way, JNPR.

As for Ruby... drinking Jaune's punch? Iconic. Noticing Cinder sneaking away? Nice. Fighting her in heels of all things? You, my dear red reaper, are on another level. A shame that Ironwood couldn't get there faster and that Cinder had to bail, but oh well.

Also: Penny continues to be heckin' adorable. I will never NOT stan.

Episode 8

HEAR YE, HEAR YE, THE NOBLE DOG ZWEI HAS GRACED US WITH HIS ADORABLE PRESENCE. Tremble before his ability to fit in boxes and melt Weiss' heart. Oh, and RWBY gets exposed to Ozpin, but surprise! Even Ozpin doesn't have to play by the rules! Though that could get him in trouble with Ironwood later...

Why does this show keep showing me characters that I want to get to know better in record time!? Team CFVY looks so interesting, and it's nice to see Velvet again! Ooh, I hope we see them more later...

Also, Professor Oobleck, I know we saw a bit of you in Volume 1, and I wish we got to know you better. You seem delightful.

Episode 9

Okay, my previous statement of DOCTOR Oobleck still stands. I love this chaotic fast man.

He's both funny AND deep! His reaction to Zwei? Comedy gold! Him picking apart RWBY's motives and the Grimm? Disturbingly thought provoking, but enjoyable. Also, Ruby, you're great, but you're not entirely a genius, you're just a little bit lucky.

In conclusion: there are a lot of characters to stan in RWBY. Dr. Oobleck is one of them.

Episode 10

We learn about WBY's motivations, now excuse me while I go crying in the club right now.

OH NO, RUBY GOT KIDNAPPED! AND SHE DOESN'T HAVE HER SCYTHE! FRICK, it's a mindset kind of deal! Without her scythe, she thinks she's useless! Oh, and Roman's there too, that's not good.

...that is REALLY not good, Oobleck! Get down there, all of you! Wait, is your thermos... your WEAPON!? HOW THE FU-

(Sidenote, I looked up the name, since most weapons have them and I'm impatient for them getting name dropped. "Antiquity's Roast," eh? Fitting...)

Episode 11

So... this episode.

Poor Ruby. She failed to fight back, she almost ran away but then it turns out Melodic Cudgel is also a GRAPPLING HOOK. Thank god Yang and company finally busted their way in.

...why are Roman and the White Fang going kamikaze with those train car bombs? Oh right, the Grimm. Crap, that ain't good.

Ah, Oobleck. You may have accidentally repeated Ruby's line, but a swig of your thermos/club/flamethrower and then using it to bat Zwei into a cannonball of death redeemed you!

So Neo's back. She's skilled, sassy, has something going on with her eyes... Oh boy, Yang's getting outclassed by a pipsqueak. That's gotta suck.

Does every faunus (baring Blake, Sun, etc.) hate the SDC? Seriously Weiss, what did your father DO!?

Roman, do not get flirty with Blake. Junior tried something similar with Yang way back in the Yellow Trailer, and he got socked in the face. You deserve that kick in the head.

Oh look, Yang's mom is here! Nice, now Neo can't kill her (don't you dare, you little ice cream, I swear...). Oh. OH. That's a big sword. Yeah, ya better run, Neo. You ain't winnin' this fight. Great, now I want to know what Yang's mom's deal is. Figures she just warped away afterwards...

And now the Grimm are above ground. Yeah, seems like a good time for the season finale.

Episode 12

Now THIS is my favorite episode.

Look at that, Jaune's getting good instincts! And it's nice that Team JNPR was able to help RWBY. Also nice that Jaune can actually kill a Grimm now. Good job, man. You earned Pyrrha's smile of approval.

As much as I'm wary of the antagonist trio, I'll admit, they can fight good. Especially Emerald, her guns are sick. Why am I warming up to her so fast? What is this magic!?

...CFVY. CFVY. WHY ARE Y'ALL SO BADASS? Seriously, Yatsuhashi's carying an entire sword and a half. Fox just pulled a Ren and caused a Grimm to explode. Coco... God, Coco- WHY DOES RUBY HAVE SO MANY QUEENS, FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!?

"You just destroyed my favorite clothing store. Prepare to die."

I-FREAKING-CONIC!

And she just murders Grimm with a BRIEFCASE. That turns into a GATTLING GUN. BECAUSE OF COURSE IT'S ALSO A GUN. (BTW, Gianduja is a really cool name for it.)

And now I want to know Velvet's weapon! It doesn't look like much now, but apparently it took a semester to build. And we know that Velvet can fight based on what we saw with her and Fox, so how does she ADD to that!?

THAT TRACK IN THE BACKGROUND, TOO! "CAFFEINE~" HELL YEAH!!!

Ooh, Port and Oobleck teamup! Oh no... THE GLYNDA IS MAD PEOPLE. I REPEAT, THE GLYNDA IS MAD! SHE HAS NO PATIENCE FOR YOUR GRIMM BS!!!

Welp, Roman got handled, though I doubt it's for long... Yay, RWBY finally gets a break! Oh boy, trouble brewing between Ozpin and Ironwood, that ain't good.

...bull man's back. Uh, guys, Adam's back! And he's helping the bad guys! THIS IS REALLY NOT GOOD.

...oh, so your name is Raven? And that's what you look like under the mask. There's the resemblance... Oh boy, where have you been all of Yang's life?

...

So all in all, Volume 2 was even better than Volume 1, in my opinion. It's like they took the first volume and amped it up to 11. Longer runtimes, great comedy, great action sequences, great CHARACTERS. It's just a complete trip! 10/10, would ride again. Welp, it's getting late, so I can't immediately start Volume 3. But what Volume 2 gave us is good enough to tide me over.

...I am so glad I started this series. Well, this is goodbye for now. Cheers, internet!

-Mathewton, the RWBY Newbie (22 March 2020)

{Part 4}

Genre(s): Fluff, Angst (Like wow)

Pairing: Hybrid! Rap line (Hoseok, Namjoon, Yoongi) X Female Reader

Word Count: 1875 Words

Tags/Trigger Warnings: Themes of darker pasts and angst, themes of fluffy romance and the cheesiest of cheese. Prep yourself for the rollercoaster bbs.

Summary: Y/N and Hobi get angsty and you’ll learn a lot about them both this chapter. GET THE TISSUES

You woke up to an empty bed and a neatly written on the side table. You were disappointed yet oddly happy with the solitude. You reached across and picked up the notebook paper and read it through half-lidded eyes.

Hey, y/n. I went out to get groceries because I knew you would never let me run errands alone if I tried to go if you were awake. I hope you slept well and the boys should be home by the time you’re up. Be Home soon. -Joon

You smiled at his cunning. You wouldn’t have let him go and you laughed lightly at how he already knew you so well. You got out of bed and dressed again. Throwing on a large tee shirt, baggy sweats, and socks, you walked into the hall to see Yoongi laying and sleeping in his room but Hoseok was nowhere to be seen. Where was your puppy? Was he sleeping? You get kind of worried. Normally he was so loud and out there, so he must be asleep. Maybe not home?

You searched all over the house. The kitchen, then the living room, you even checked the laundry room he was spooked about. But you found him in the bedroom closet. He was all curled up in the corner asleep and it made you smile wide. He looked so cute this way. He was calm and still and looked as if nothing could harm him.

All of that changed the moment he saw you watching you were met with a deep growl.

“Oh, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to wake you puppy!”

“Get away from me.” He said coldly as he glared at you.

“Ok, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you’d be mad.” He turned away from you and didn’t say a word. You walked away not wanting to disturb him anymore. He didn’t speak to either you or Yoongi all day for 4 whole days.

11am- Silent

1pm- Silent

3pm when you usually walked him- Silent

5pm at dinner- Silent

9pm before bed when you would say goodnight- growls and glares

You became increasingly more concerned with every passing silent meeting. Where was the boisterous puppy you adopted?

You walked right back to the closet he had used for shelter from you after the other two went out to give him a chance to talk with you privately and opened the closet door slowly. Once again you were greeted with a deep growl from the large pups’ throat. You were taken aback by the anger behind it.

“What is up with you, puppy? You can talk to me about it. You ok?”

“Fuck off.” He growled deeply once again as you tried to pet behind his ear.

He had never sworn at you before and you were very caught off guard by this language. You refused to back down to him though. Everything in those books said to assert our dominance and make sure he understood who was boss.

“Enough Hoseok!” You shook your finger at him to point blame at the bad behavior, “Do NOT growl at me. Tell me what is bothering you! I am done with this treatment.”

“Then send me away. You don’t need me around anyway, do you?”

Your heart dropped at his words, “Where is this coming from Hoseok? I always want you around.”

“You don’t need me around so don’t lie to me. Just fuck off or send me away.”

“Not a chance in hell!” You yelled back. He stood up in opposition to your bravery. He hovered over you as his gaze became more and more furious.

“I. Said. FUCK OFF!” He yelled back at you. Little did he know, you were too stubborn to back down now, and his tone only fed that red fire. You became angry at the man, which topped the emotional cake and its beautiful layers of confusion and sadness.

“And I said. NOT A CHANCE IN HELL!” You stood there against him, chest to chest.

He was slightly impressed but still pushed forward against you to make you back away. “You don’t need me here so why shouldn’t I just leave?!”

“Where is this coming from Hoseok?! Tell me what made you feel this way?”

“HIM!” he screamed at you as pinpricks of tears threatened to escape his eyes.

“Who is him Hobi? I need to know details! Just talk to me! I’m not gonna be mad!”

“Damn right you won’t be mad! You’d have no fucking right! You fucked him! You let him do those things and what is worse is you tried to LIE to me! You tried to hide it, y/n!  I thought you were going to be different from the other owners.”

Your heart dropped to your feet and your jaw soon followed. He knew. Oh god, what did you do?

“Hobi I- “

“NO! Shut up! You didn’t think I would smell it? Or see him grab your ass and hold you! Are hybrids just pets to you? Objects? Are we a fetish?”

“It isn’t like that at all! I don’t want that! You mean so much to me! Please just let me- “

“I SAID SHUT UP!” He turned away from you and ran his hands through the brown mop of hair he had, “I can’t wear this anymore.”

He threw down the collar you had bought him and refused to look at it for more than seconds before turning from it in disgust. “I thought you were gonna be different! I thought we could all live together and you would care about me! But no, its just another place to sleep because you care about him! Do you love him? Hm?”

“Puppy-“

“DO. YOU. LOVE. HIM?”

“Yes, but if you’d just let me- “

“God DAMMIT.” He yelled deeply as he grabbed the nearest object, the pillow thank god, into the wall with a strength you hadn’t seen from him, “I thought you were gonna be different y/n.”

“FOR FUCK SAKE HOBI LET ME SPEAK.” The husky was shocked at your volume. His head snapped toward you to see you completely breaking down. But rather than sobbing you yelled at him, “I am different! I love you all for different reasons! All 3 of you! I wouldn’t have hidden it if-“, one sob slipped out mid-rant, “If I had known it’d hurt you but I thought it would hurt worse for you to know.”

“You don’t love me. You don’t lie to people you love. What you think is love is sick if it involves this shit y/n”

“I don’t know as much about love as you think you ass! You act like you’re the only one with a bad past Hoseok! That’s why I got you all! I wanted to make someone happy and love something so that you would love me too.  I was lonely!”

“Doesn’t mean you can use us and lie to us! You have no right to patronize me for being hurt!”

“And you have no right to yell at me before you hear me out!”

“THE TELL ME WHY?”

“THEN LET ME!”

A silence befell the two of you as your chests heaved in anger. You just stared at each other, you had reached an impasse. He nodded at you moments after as if it was approved for you to begin the explanation. You sat on the single bed and stared at your shaky hands as tears silently streamed down your face.

“I was lonely. This house was so empty, and I debated getting a hybrid for a while. I wanted someone there when I came home, and full humans are fucking stupid. I needed someone to care for. I don’t know relationships, or at least not healthy ones. I need you to know I am trying SO hard to keep you all happy and I hate that I made you cry and I know I’m a failure but please know I love you all! I don’t want you to ever feel you have to leave again! You three are all I have.”

His whole body softened as you spoke. His shoulders slumped, and his expression moved to one of sadness rather than hate. He moved to sit beside you but refrained from touching you. He was still very hurt.

“I wanted you to love me first. I wanted to be that one for you. To be the one to get to hold you and make you smile more than the others.” He looked at his own hands before turning to look you in your eyes.

“I have never been treated this good before. The other owners I had never understood me. I was a fetish for a while, then an object to show off in those fucking dog shows they have for hybrids now. I was never me. So, to know you fucked him, to know that was something you liked, was torture y/n” He passed to assess the truths of his feelings and you couldn’t feel worse. You hurt him badly and you hated yourself for it. But he continued, “but I sat and really thought about it and realized that it wasn’t that he fucked you or ‘that it was wrong’ at all. It was that is wasn’t me. I’m not the one to get to do that. Yoongi doesn’t seem to be fazed by it but he’s sad too. I just wanted to be the one to get to hold you first, but Yoongi got to. I wanted to be intimate with you first, but Namjoon got there first. I just feel like I should just go.”

“Don’t ever think you don’t belong here, Hoseok. I love you all. I love my hyper puppy that bounces off walls and drives the cat nuts. You always make me smile and I just want you happy.”

“Because I’m a pet. I’m just a dog to you y/n. I’m not like the- “, you cut him off with your hands in his and your tear salted lips pressed against his. He savored this surprise and kissed back after a moment of processing. His lips were soft and gentle against yours. You broke the kiss and smiled slightly at the chase of his lips as yours left.

“I love you all Hobi. All of you. I love you. You are never pets. I know you’re hurt and I am so unbelievably sorry. Please just be patient with me. This is all new to me too.”

He smiled weakly as he gripped your hand tighter, “Ok. But please don’t you ever lie to me again. You broke my heart, y/n.”

“Never again. And you are the first for one thing, puppy.”

His nub of a tail wagged slightly for the first time in days. You smiled at his excitement. You loved to see him happy. All you ever wanted was your sunshine back. “What is that then?”

“You’re the first one I’ve said I love you too.”

And there it was. His smile beamed wide and he damn near tackled you over onto the bed, digging his face into your neck as he spoke, “I love you too, y/n. I really do. We’ll be ok. Right?”

You kissed his head softly, “Always, sunshine. Always.”

Lips pressed close to mine, True blue (Willam x Alaska) - Albatross

AN: So it’s my first time posting on this subject and admittedly, I’m a bit nervous on how it will be received. The title and song it’s from only has a vague connection to the story (maybe if you squint…and take like four shots). This is just a short little fluffy piece I wrote about one of my favorite (underrated) pairings as distraction from some bigger projects I’m working on. Hope you all enjoy it and sorry for any spelling/grammar mistakes that might’ve made it through my proofread!

Alaska shivered beneath the covers for what felt to be the hundredth time since she and Willam decided to call it a night. Alaska full well meant to head back to her own home but one bottle of wine turned into three and 7 PM quickly turned into 11:30 before either of them realized how late it was or how tipsy they had gotten. When Willam casually offered the guest bedroom, Alaska accepted it with a grateful smile. The thought of heading back to her own empty house after such a fun day with one of closest friends was more than a bit of let down. Lately she’d been feeling rather lonely as she paced around her house without even a dog or cat to keep her company. She never really noticed how empty her house truly was until she decided to take a short break between her slew of shows and appearances. Constantly touring easily allowed her to forget how alone she felt outside of work but now that she had time to herself, it was undeniable how much she needed other people around her to feel content. Willam had called her earlier that day and asked if she wanted to hang out at his studio while he filmed a few videos for Patreon and Youtube. Alaska jumped at the chance, grateful for both the distraction and the opportunity spend a little extra time with Willam. She loved watching him work, whether it was in front of a camera or behind, she got lost in the focused expression on his face as he became absorbed by whatever task he was working on. Though she loved when he went silent and meditative as he figured out an issue, she loved his laugh even more, ugly as it is at times. That look of pure joy on his face when he laughed at his own jokes, especially when accompanied by the seal-clap, never failed to make her smile. Easily her second favorite part of watching him shoot for Beatdown was the unique outfits he created for each episode. He always turned out a new look for each episode, even if he used the same wig mutliple times, you could always count on him to make it look brand new either with the style or by adding an accessory or extensions. Today’s episode also coincided with the filming for a ‘Paint Me Bitch’ with a queen Alaska had not yet heard of but shortly grew to appreciate their work. Said artist, whose name Alaska had missed due to arriving in the middle of shooting, had clearly done their homework and incorporated Willam’s signature color into the look they had crafted for him. The beat blended together the shades of blue Willam loved so much with a classy touch of silver and just enough sparkle to make Willam exclaim excitedly “I get glitter too? This is the best 'Paint Me Bitch’ ever!” Even the lips Willam had consented to allow the artist to paint on him showed off his fondness for cerulean and navy especially. Following the end of the filming for the day, Alaska was resigned to head back home and kill the remainder of the evening watching TV and maybe ordering takeout. She had begun gathering her belongings when Willam placed his hand gently over hers and started speaking. Her cheeks tinted just slightly at the contact and a smile broke out over her face when she realized Willam had asked if she wanted to head back to his place for pizza and drinks. She nodded enthusiastically and followed him back to his house outside the city with a jubilant grin. The rest of the night was spread out with good pizza, cheap wine, and whatever B-list movie caught their attention on Netflix. The pure simplicity of the evening’s pleasures was one Alaska would never trade for the world, especially if it meant sharing it her friend. When the queens had chanced to look at the clock during one of the movies, they found it was already after 11. Alaska had groaned at the thought of driving home so late and kicked herself mentally for forgetting to check the time for so long. She really hadn’t meant to keep Willam up so late, especially when he would be working again tomorrow but she was selfish and didn’t want to leave his side for as long as she had an excuse to stay. Reluctantly, she was beginning to say her 'goodbyes’ when the other queen asked if she wanted to finish the movie and stay over night in the guest room. By no means was it unusual for Alaska to sleep at Willam’s or vice versa, but it had never been as unplanned as this. Typically they had an idea of it early on in the day and made arrangments accordingly. Something about tonight’s stay made it seem just a bit more…intimate than previous visits. But like the clingy overgrown child she felt like sometimes, Alaska immediately agreed to her friend’s generosity and settled down on the couch again next to him. The remainder of the movie was a blur for Alaska who couldn’t shake the nervous feeling that had developed in her stomach. As the credits played, she helped Willam clean up the kitchen and living room and each retired to their respective bedrooms for the night. The first thing Alaska noticed when she opened the door was that the room seemed a few degrees colder than most areas of the house. The window had been left slightly ajar and figuring that was the obvious source of the temperature difference, she shut it and slipped between the sheets. To her annoyance, the room did not seem to get any warmer as the night went on. If anything it almost seemed colder without the balmy breeze floating through the mesh screen. Sighing, she got out of bed again and reopened the window. Thinking to herself that she better check on the AC in the room, she stood on her bed and peered into the vent directly above her. The fan was wide open blowing cold air into her face but even through squinting eyes, she could not figure how to close vent even a little. Biting her lip, she climbed back under the covers and tried to force herself to fall asleep. Every time she felt herself nodding off, the warm breeze from the window seemed to die out and the AC would quickly take its place. Despite how tightly she wrapped herself in the sheets, a blast of cold air always seemed to slip in and cause her to shiver. She eventually relented and left what little warmth the bed offered to search for extra blankets in the walk-in closet but she was left disappointed. Nothing! The hallway closet; also nothing! What the hell? She debated with herself for a full minute on checking with Willam to find out where he had hidden the blankets in this confusing house. She knew he was most likely passed out by now, but without at least one additional layer of protection between her and the cold, she was going to be awake all night freezing her ass off. Quietly, she made her way to Willam’s room and knocked gently on the door. When there was no answer after a few seconds, she softly called out his name and tapped on the door just a little bit harder. Still, there was no noise to be heard from inside the room and she shuffled awkwardly on her feet trying to decide how to handle the situation. It felt like crossing an unspoken barrier to open his door but Alaska didn’t know what else to do. She bit her lip again and tiptoed to the side of his bed. Now that she was closer, she tried whispering his name again…Not even a twitch. Alaska has always been prone overthinking and usually she knew how to combat it but right now her mind was slowly being consumed by the fear that something was not right with her friend. She swallowed the lump in her throat and called his name once more, keeping the volume just under her normal register. When there was still no visible response after 10 seconds, Alaska felt her heart drop to her stomach. Her hand was shaking as she reached over to touch Willam’s shoulder but immediately drew it back after her fingers brushed his skin. He was cold…colder than she had felt in her room standing directly beneath the fan and his lips were a pale blue in the moonlight. Her voice cracked as she cried out “Willam!” and shook his shoulder violently. There was no way this could be happening. Not her best friend! She didn’t know whether to cry or scream at him when she finally saw him reacting. He slowly came to, wiping the sleep from eyes and sitting up. “'Laska?” he slurred groggily as he tried bring his sluggish mind to working condition. Alaska let out a broken laugh of relief and clutched a hand over her pounding heart. Willam quickly took in the sight of his terrified friend and scurried to the end of the bed to catch her before she collapsed onto the floor. He gently sat her down on the edge and asked what was wrong. Her breathing was coming in spurts but he didn’t try to rush her for an explanation. Alaska saw the genuine concern in his eyes as he ran his hand in slow circles over her back while he waited for her to calm down. When she was finally well enough to speak, she frantically apologized for overreacting and waking up him like that. He brushed it aside without a second thought and asked again what had upset her. She had never felt more ashamed of herself than when she admitted that when she came in to ask about an extra blanket and didn’t see him react after trying to wake him, her mind had immediately plunged off the deep end to worst possible scenario. “Y-You were cold and you weren’t moving…I panicked…I’m sorry,” she whispered as she did her best to suppress another shiver. Willam cupped her cheek and wiped away a stray tear that had fallen as he told her, “Hey, don’t be. I’m glad you care enough to be that upset. Not a lot of people would be.” “You know that’s not true,” she laughed weakly. He gave a rueful smile and continued, “Seriously though, you don’t know how much it means to me to know you care that much. And I’m sorry too, I should have told you the AC here’s been a little wonky lately. Would’ve saved us this mess.” Alaska and Willam both let out a sickly relieved chuckle and leaned heavily against against each other. Cold or not, Alaska felt like she could fall asleep anywhere with how drained she felt at the moment. Drowsily, she whispered to Willam, “You’re lips are blue…” “Still? Washed my face twice already…” he muttered distractedly as he wiped his fingers over them. His eyebrows shot up slightly as he discovered that pigment was indeed still present on his lips. Absently, he said to himself, “I gotta find out what that bitch used on me…could suck dick in a hurricane with that shit.” Alaska cracked up at the statement and clutched Willam’s arm to keep herself steady. He’d probably never admit it to anyone but even with her tear-stained face and puffy eyes, when he watched her laugh after that incident, he’d swear he’d never seen her look more beautiful than she did right now. Carefully, he tilted her chin up and kissed her forehead. “Thanks for always caring about me…” Her cheeks flared at the atypical show of affection from the older queen but her heart felt close to bursting as she murmured quietly, “Anytime…” They stayed frozen like that for a few moments before Willam broke the silence. “If you still want extra blankets, they’re down in the laundry room…but you’re welcome to share the bed with me…” he offered with a tinge of hope in his voice. “I’d like that…” Alaska replied shyly. Willam skillfully rearranged himself to allow Alaska to slid in comfortably amongst the sheets on the spacious bed. Without hesitation, he pulled her close to him and ghosted his lips over hers. “Can I?” he asked tentatively, praying he had not misread the signals. Alaska felt like she was on cloud nine when she heard him ask and nodded before swiftly closing the distance herself. They worked their lips together in perfect synchrony, both just content to let the kiss relay their true emotions. When they broke apart each saw only the fondness and admiration in the other’s eyes that they had so longed for. There’d be plenty of time to explore the relationship further the next day, for now all that mattered was spending the night holding onto the person they cared about the most.

Love Heals All Wounds

Summary-  Roman laid in bed next to his gorgeous wife, Draya, wondering how he could get so lucky to have his best friend and soul mate wrapped up in one. Someone so strong and patient to take on raising their children, practically alone, every day. A beautiful wife and mother that trusted in him when he had nothing to offer her at the moment but had enough faith in him to see the potential he had to be great. He ran his hand over her curves, kissing each imperfection as he went along. His face became buried in her neck as he inhaled deeply. Her scent sent chills through his body making the fine hairs on his body rise as she continued to sleep peacefully. He wrapped his arms around her waist and brought her in close. She moaned slightly in her sleep before turning around and placing her head on his chest. She was lulled back to sleep by the beating of his heart. He kissed her forehead as he whispered,”I love you, baby. I’ll spend the rest of my life showing you just how much I love and appreciate you.” He stroked her hair back and kissed her lips as his hands gently lifted her chin up. His hands slid down her hips and rested on her ass. He continued to lay awake, dreading having to leave his family yet again. The time trickled by as he watched the fan turn quickly. He thought back to how their relationship first started as he struggled to fall asleep.

Roman gathered his luggage from the trunk of the SUV that he had rented with his cousins, Jey and Jimmy. It was the best of both worlds, traveling to see the world one wrestling show at a time while hanging out with his family. 

”Say, man, Y'all need to get to wake up! We're here now, I'm not carrying yall heavy ass luggage into the arena. I will leave Y'all and this stuff in this hot ass SUV!” Roman said as he finished gathering his things. He hadn't realized that Jey and Jimmy were still in the SUV sleeping until he took off his headphones and heard the snoring from the backseat. Roman slammed the door shut once he didn't hear a response from the sleeping beauties. The two jolted awake upon hearing the door make an impact with the door jam. 

”YO, WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM?!” Jimmy snapped at Roman as he wiped his red eyes, his face showed the evidence of how well rested he now was. The imprints on his face from the neck pillow still fresh. 

Jey woke up and replied, ”Yeah uce, you could have just told us, man. All the other stuff ain't necessary man.”

 Roman snickered to himself, ”Well, I did and Y'all ain't move so I had to do what I had to do to avoid going to jail cause Y'all dead from heat stroke. Now come on let's go! We have a show to do.” The twins begrudgingly got out the SUV mumbling to themselves about Roman’s rude antics.

 ”We wouldn't have done you like that!” Jimmy replied as the trio collectively stopped before bursting out in laughter.

 ”Yall know damn well that's a lie!” Roman managed to say between laughs. ”Aight, aight! You right uce.” Jimmy replied after getting his belly full of laughs. 

The twins came around to the back after stretching out their limbs after the long car ride. ”Say, Roman, have you seen that new trainer? She started a few weeks ago. Man, shorty is killing the game! She's like this tall and her body is out of sight! What Bruno say in that song 37-27-42, she could definitely squeeze all of that in my coupe! You feel me!” Jimmy said as he laughed while rubbing his hands together. 

Jey replied, ”You had to say all that just to say she fine? You just nasty!” he said as he shook his head at his brother.

 ”Man, whatever! She dope though with long flowing curly hair, cute little accent with the most beautiful eyes. Now you know I'm with Naomi and everything but if I c-... Dog! L-look, look her she come. She bout to pass through.”

Roman looked up just as she came into his view. It seems as time stood still and no one else was around him but her. She had big juicy, dark brown ringlets with hints of red highlights. Her smooth sun-kissed skin glowed as she took each step. Her simple white, form-fitting crop top paired with her distressed shorts was all she needed to accent her flawless shape. Her toned legs shook slightly with each step. His face turned a bright red hue as he watched most beautiful woman he had ever seen before in his life walk by. He felt his heart quicken in pace and sweat trickle down his face. ”Damn, he wasn't lying. Wait, dammit she can see me all flushed and bothered.” He thought to himself as he reached for his sunglasses before he realized they were still in the console up front. Roman quickly, yet calmly, went up to the front and grabbed his sunglasses. 

”You alright over there uce? You seem flushed.” Jey said as he saw Roman’s reaction to her. 

”Nah, that's that trainer thirst,” Jimmy said as he snickered. ”Heeeeeey! Come on over, I have someone I want you to meet.” Jimmy said as he motioned for her to come over. 

“What are you doing?” Roman said through his teeth after he put his sunglasses on. “We need to go inside and now you have her- on second thought, this is worth it.”

Jimmy caught her attention causing her to change directions and head towards them. She looked at Jimmy and Jey with excitement as she didn't know many people here yet. It was always good to see familiar faces. She had met them at a live show but hadn't met the third man before. She looked on as she walked closer, squinting behind her sunglasses. The man ducked behind the SUV before she could catch a glimpse of his face but when he re-emerged, she saw his trademark tattoo and knew it could only be one man. His hair was pulled back into a smooth bun with freshly trimmed sides. His beard was full and thick this time, very different from his usual look. His large biceps glistened in the sunlight as he stood talking to the twins. His snug tank left little to the imagination as the outline of his muscles peeked through. She had had a crush on this man ever since he had emerged on the FCW scene as Leakee. She tried to keep her cool, her inner fan girl was losing its mind, as she finally made it over to them.

 ”Hey, guys! How are y'all doing? Are Y'all ready for the show tonight?” she said as she finally made it over to them. 

Jimmy responded, ”Hell yeah, we are gonna snag that dub tonight and show the world just how we get down. We at home tonight and getting mad love from the hometown crowd. Pops out there with the rest of the bloodline, big uce over here gonna snag his own dub, we're taking over NXT. They ain't ready for us. Oh, where are my manners? This is my cousin, Roman. Don't mind him, he ain't really got many people skills. That's why they always make him ride solo. He has been that way since we were kids, Roman speak up man!”

 Roman stood there silently, admiring the beauty of the woman in front of him. He was enamored by her and didn't even know her name yet. ”Sorry, let me introduce myself. My name is Roman, can I get yours?” he said confidently as he tried to compensate for his silence.

 ”Its okay. Silence speaks volumes at times. My name is Draya. I'm a new trainer here. I have seen a few of your matches and I must admit I was very impressed. You have a really sick finisher. It's one of my favorites.” Draya said through a large smile.

 ”Oh really?” Roman said as his eyebrows lifted in surprise and his lips formed a sincere smile. ”The moment of silence? That was something I added for fun. I thought it was a cool way to end the match with impact. Hmmm, do you have any other suggestions that you would like to add? I'd love your input.” Roman said as he looked down at her in deep thought. He didn't want to stop talking to her but he needed an idea to snag this one before someone else did. 

”Yes, the moment of silence! It's my favorite finisher by my favorite superstar!” Draya said with a whimsical wink. ”I honestly have loved watching your career unfold in FCW and can't wait to see what you have in store. I'll definitely be watching closely.” She said as she bit her lower lip before breaking into a large smile.

The twins eyes widened as they looked between the two. They looked at each other before looking at Roman with a suggestive smirk. Jey whispered to Jimmy, ”Oh shit, look at Roman getting his little mack on with the trainer. Come on big uce, you better make ya move man!” Jimmy looks back at Jey, ” the charisma flows through our veins man, he bout to hook line and sink that shit! Get her!!!” he whispered as the two continued to look on.

 ”Dr-Draya? Can we get a bite to eat sometime if your not too busy, maybe?” Roman stammered over his words as he looked at Draya’s soft eyes somewhat visible through her large sunglasses. 

“You know, I just go-“ she started before she had a moment to think. She thought to herself, “THIS IS ROMAN FREAKING REIGNS!!!! If you don’t say yes!!!!! YEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSS!” Her inner voice screamed out as she rethought her response. “I would love to. Here take my number down and let me know when’s a good time to meet up.” She said as her full lips curled up into a smile. 

“It’s oka- wait really? Hold that thought,” he said as he looked for his phone in his luggage. He rummaged through several pockets in his luggage before he remembered where he had left his phone. He reached down into his short pockets and pulled it out. “Now, where were we?” He said with a charming smile. She continued giving him her number and he entered it into his phone.

”Draya! Hurry up, we need to get the trainer's room stocked up for the show. there's a segment in there we have to prepare for!” one of the producers called out to her. 

 ”I'm sorry, I have to leave but definitely hit me up and let me know when you want to hang out.” Draya said as she turned to head towards the arena. 

”I definitely plan on it, ah yes sir!” Draya laughed at his cute gesture and headed towards the arena to the trainer's room as Roman’s eyes stayed fixed on her until she was out of sight.

He looked down at his phone as they all stood silent. ”Real smooth there cuz, Dr-Draya can we go out to eat maybe?” Jimmy said in a mocking tone. Jey burst out in laughter as they continued to mock Roman’s mannerisms around Draya. 

”Look, it worked. I got her number. Wait, how do Y'all know her? Where was I when- why Y'all just telling me about her?! We could have been talking!” Roman said in an astonished tone.

 ”Man, trust us it was a process. We had to scope her out for a little bit, make sure she would get the stamp of approval! You know how your mom is sometimes. She used to cheer with Naomi in Orlando. They grew up together and when she took the job here, she reached out to Naomi. Draya let it be known that she was ready to meet some new people. Naomi actually had the idea for us to introduce y'all. We all  hung out together a few weeks ago and we told her about you. Naomi told her all about you and pressure me into setting this whole little thing up. Don't worry, Draya is a good girl. Y'all probably end up together soon. You one of those faithful, romantic types. She like that shit.” Jimmy said confidently. ”Come on, before they on our ass for being late,” Jimmy continued as he tossed Jey his bags before picking up his own. Roman shook his head and put his headphones in before grabbing his own bags. He locked the SUV behind them and set the alarm before they headed off into the arena.

The guys entered the arena as a small crowd had already begun to form to get pictures of talent before the show. They waved to the fans and took a few pictures before heading back to the locker room. The trio went to the locker room to drop off their stuff before heading out to catering. 

” I don't know about y'all, but I'm starving. I can't work under these conditions.” Jimmy said as they turned the corner down the hall from catering.

 ”I'm hungrier than a locked jaw buzzard out here in these streets,” Jey said as he patted his stomach slightly. Jimmy and Roman paused as looked at him, which in turn made him stop as well.

 ”What the hell does that even mean?” Roman said with a puzzled look on his face. 

“I don’t know. I’m delirious as hell cause yo ass wouldn’t stop at the Burger King so I could load up on the combo meal. You thought I was sleep. I wasn’t sleep, I was malnourished from starvation. Wasting away cause of your lack of care about my health,” Jey said as he inhaled deeply catching a whiff of the aroma from down the hall. “Whatever they made smells good in here! GOOD LAWD, we have been blessed!” He continued as they approached the catering room.

 “I didn’t know you were talking, I had my headphones in to cover the snoring. My bad bro. Now, let’s eat.” Roman said with a laugh as he tried to hide the fact that he just didn’t feel like busting the u-turn for the Burger King.

They picked up plates and silverware at the beginning of the buffet. They piled their plates to their heart's content before placing their stacked plates on the table and getting drinks. Roman walked back to the table with empty eyes as his mind wandered elsewhere. He thought back to seeing Draya and couldn’t help but think about the possibility of them being together. The feelings he felt upon meeting Draya we're different from the feelings he had ever had for anyone else. He started eating his food as he toyed with the idea again. ”What if meeting Draya was a sign of better things to come but what if it all went down like the last time that I thought it was love? I mean, I did just meet her but the chemistry feels insane. She's been watching me since FCW. What if she's just another groupie using her job as a dating pool. Nope, she doesn't give off that vibe. Naomi wouldn't recommend that we talk if she was like that. I'm sure Jimmy probably mentioned Lisa to her by now. Everyone brings up Lisa. That was a big mistake but am I truly ready to date again? I'm over thinking this way too much. It's just a date. Wait, is this even a date? What did she say when I asked her that the first time? Damn, too much time has passed, I don't remember what she said.” He thought to himself as he continued to eat.

              He was silently lost in his own mind when he saw Jimmy's hand reach in front of him and heard a loud snap. 

”What the f- what the hell is wrong with you?” Roman eyes narrowed as he looked at Jimmy sternly.

 ”Uh huh, over there so lost in thought you didn't even hear this man call your name. That girl got you sprung before the first date. Man, he trying to tell you what's happening in your match tonight.” Jimmy said before he continued to chow down on the tasty grub alongside Jey. Roman stood up and wiped his mouth with his napkin as he swallowed the last bit of food. 

”Reach over here again and I'm kicking your ass, how about that?” Roman said as he sternly looked at Jimmy. ”I'm serious about my food man.” He said as he walked backward towards the producer. 

”Ro, why you gotta be so serious all the damn time? You the one over there in la la land I'm trying to help you out!” Jimmy said with a large smile in between bites.

 Roman held up two fingers up to his eyes then back to where he had left his plate. He mouthed," I will fuck you up!" as he turned back around to meet with the producer. 

" Okay Roman, your match is closing us out, we need you to be ready because its gonna be a good one. You're gonna face The Miz. It will set the tone for the rest of the program that we have in store for you two. Your matches have been stellar so far so keep up the good work. There will be an interview for you to address what Miz said at an event. You state what you feel then there’s a break. Your match will be after the Usos," the producer said as he gently tapped Roman's arm. 

Roman nodded as he said,"thanks for the heads up". He smiled to himself before heading back to the table to finish his food. 

Jey and Jimmy looked up as Jey asked,"what was that about uce?" "Oh, just who my opponent is tonight, that's all. I'm facing The Miz and they wanted to set up a long feud between us. I’m doing an interview to hype it up. The usual. It's all good.” He said before he continued eating his meal.

Once the boys finished up, they headed to the locker room area as the time for the show drew near.  The brothers went to go play a quick game of NBA2K. Meanwhile, Roman had just finished up his shower to freshen up after the drive. He had his music playing as he wrapped a towel around his waist. His hair was still dripping as he let it hang down to dry a little bit. He went over to his bag to look for his NXT T-shirt and wrestling gear.  As he searched his bag, his mind ventured out on its own journey. He couldn’t decide if it was too early to text Draya, given the fact that they just met today but at the same time he was excited to find out more about her. She sparked an interest that he couldn’t ignore. On the other hand, being too eager would drive her away. He contemplated reaching out repeatedly with no definite decision. He wrote grabbed his phone numerous times and typed the message out several times before deleting it in fear of her reaction. The indecisiveness was eating at him in the hours since they had seen her. This was completely throwing Roman for a loop. How do you let go of past hurt and embrace even a remote chance at happiness? A heart hardened by past abuse is harder to open. His palms started to sweat as he held the phone in his hands, trying to gain the courage to text her.

               Roman: Maybe if you aren't busy after the show, we can go grab a bite to eat at Nick’s Boathouse?

 He looked down at the phone in his hands and watched cursor blink as he finally mustered up the courage to ask Draya out. He tossed the phone to the side to distract himself from waiting hopelessly for a reply. Roman continued looking in his bag before he pulled out an NXT t-shirt out of his bag with black wrestling tights. He placed the shirt over his now mildly damp hair before pulling it down over his body. He slipped on his underwear before sliding on the tights. He pulled on his knee pads before putting on his socks as his phone vibrated. His eyes widened as he rushed over to see who it was, just as the Usos walked in. Roman froze as he realized they had entered. He looked at them as they stared him down.

“What did you do?” Jey asked suspiciously. 

“Yeah, why you standing over there like that? You look like you just got caught stealing out the cookie jar. Speaking of delicious treats did you text her yet?” Jimmy asked as he walked in. 

”Uh, yeah I did. She just answered.” Roman said as his head hung down looking at his lock screen. 

 ”What did she say that got you looking like somebody stole your lollipop?” Jey asked with a slight grin. 

                Draya: Sounds great! I can meet you after the show and we can ride over! So glad to hear from you! Good luck tonight. 

He read the message quietly to himself again before he smiled shyly. He sat down to lace his boots up as he nodded his head in approval. 

”Oh shit! The real Roman is back baby. That's that smile that's been missing for so long. Man, you in there! I knew she was digging you! So what you got planned for Miss Sweet Thang?” Jey asked as he leaned all his weight on Roman’s back playfully.

 ”You gotta go all out! The whole nines for the one who’s finer than all the finest wine!” Jimmy said with a loud laugh. “Ya feel me dog, you gotta be real with that one cause I know some out there just waiting in line.”

 “Alright, alright! I got an idea but I’m not telling you or you cause y’all gonna mess it up. Just know, I got it under control.” Roman said with a confident nod. “Ah, yessir! It is in the bag baby! I’m coming strong with this one.” He smiled proudly as he sent a message back to confirm the date. 

                Roman: I’ll see you then! Can’t wait! Thank you so much for the well                  wishes! 

 He texted before tossing his phone back into his bag. He dabbed up his cousins before heading to the backstage area to go watch a little bit of the show.

Draya received Roman’s message and instantly checked it from her Apple watch screen since the show had already started. She desperately tried to contain the excitement as she watched the show from the training room. Draya heard a soft knock but before she could answer, Naomi entered. Naomi’s smile was big and bright as the Glow Queen immediately came over and hugged Draya. 

”I heard that someone has a date with a certain someone else thanks to her best friend in the world. Now I wonder, who could it be behind this match made in heaven?” Naomi said playfully as she pulled away from the hug. 

Draya bashfully replied, ”Shhh, keep it down! I don't want anyone to know yet. I'm still in disbelief myself! What should I wear? Oh my goodness, he looked amazing in just a basic outfit. I was so lost in those big brown eyes and that smooth skin. His chiseled good looks, mmmm! Thank you for setting up the introduction. I know this seems psycho but I think he's the one that's going to change my life. Something about us being around each other just felt right. You know how I can get sometimes.” Draya said with a hopeful smirk.

”Well, you know he's family and I'll only hook you up with the best. I've known you since our days playing hopscotch outside your grandmother’s house. You know I had to hook it up. Some little birdies told me he is just as excited as you are. I hope tonight goes well. You better tell me about it too girl, I'll be up! Be safe and enjoy the show ma!” Naomi walked away still smiling over how well her first stint as a matchmaker was going.

The show was going smoothly so far as Roman watched in the backstage area. Josh appeared next to him. 

”Are you ready to shoot the interview?” he asked as the crew came close around them. 

”Yeah, let's do it,” Roman said as he stood with his hands on his hips. He pushed his hair back as he looked down thoughtfully.

 ”Cameras rolling, let's go!” the cameraman said. 

             A clip from an interview that Miz shot during a promotional event plays as the two stand there. In the clip, an audience member asks The Miz what he thought about some of the other wrestlers in the locker room.

          “You know that’s an interesting question, I have the perfect example of a non- talented overrated muscle-bound freak that steals attention from much more deserving superstars because he fits the mold that people see as successful in this company. See, the people in charge love to push guys that have a certain look that satisfies whatever sick fantasy that they have in there head. Roman Reigns fits that mold. He’s another corporate creation being pushed for his good looks and ability to turn on female audience members to move merchandise. He has a limited skill set and an even more limited ability to speak. He hasn’t done anything in his career as of yet that I am impressed by. As far as I am concerned, he’s not worthy to be in the same conversation as me, let alone share the same ring with me. I give it a year tops. A year before he is scrapped and jobbing to local competitors or back in Pensacola working some minimal wage job wrestling on the weekends in some high school gym. This is NXT, a branch of one of the most well known wrestling companies in the world. This isn’t for pretty boys. This is for guys who have made their lives revolve around wrestling. I didn’t become a wrestler on a whim because I had nothing else going for myself and called up some of daddy’s buddies to get me a job. No! This has been my life. I dare him to enter the ring with me and we see who emerges victorious! You can bet your ass it will be ME, CAUSE IM THS MIZ AND IM AWE-SOME, ” he said as he casually tossed the mic to the side before exiting the stage.

            The clip ends as the Roman appears on screen with Josh Matthews. Josh begins, ”Based on what we just saw in that clip, it's clear that The Miz has a problem with you. What do you think brought this on?” 

Roman replied as Josh tilted the mic towards his mouth. ”Yeah, I guess you can say he does. I think it stems from insecurity. I came through FCW and killed it there. It's now NXT and there is still a buzz around me because of my dominance there. The Miz came through a different path and is one of the more experienced competitors. Facing The Miz tonight will have its degree of challenges much like any other match. He is a high caliber athlete and I am by no means intimidated. Miz has made the grave mistake of making this matter personal by mentioning my family. I'm not a carbon copy of anyone. I make my own path to greatness and if that means I have to go through The Miz to get where I need to be then so be it. However, if you have something to say to me Miz, you make damn sure you can back it up in the ring. I don't tend to beat around the bush, handle your problems one on one in the ring instead of hiding behind a camera for social media attention.”

Josh looked back at the camera awkwardly as the animosity was made evident.

             Roman suddenly drops down cradling his knee as The Miz stands tall over him after a malicious cheap shot targeting the back of Roman’s knee with a steel pipe. He continued to strike Roman’s knee with the pipe as Roman writhed in pain. Roman took slow deep breaths to ease the pain. The pain radiated up his leg with each movement. He desperately tried to make it to his feet using the stage equipment for support. He planted his left leg firmly as he, gingerly, tried to place little weight on his right leg. Even touching the tip of his boot to the ground was too much for him to bear at the moment. This strategic movement provided the perfect opportunity for Miz to knock Roman back down with a vicious shoulder block to the knee from behind. The Miz carefully watched as he continued his methodical attack. 

Roman screamed out, ”Aaaah G- Aaah, man!” 

The Miz looked down at his handy work before picking up Roman’s legs and spreading them apart. He stood between each leg and began stomping Roman’s midsection, driving the air out from Roman’s lungs. He coughed violently and breathed heavily as Miz delivered another devastating blow. Roman acted on instinct and started punching at The Miz’s legs trying to break free. This angered The Miz more as he bent Roman’s right knee around his own leg and placed Roman’s left leg behind it to lock in the Figure Four. The pain forced Roman to sit straight up as he roared in pain. He pulled at his own hair as he tried to fight through the pain. He sat up and tried punching at The Miz’s knee to force the break. Just then the Usos rounded the corner and broke out in a sprint towards Roman. 

”AWWW, HELL NAW!!!” Jimmy screamed out as he lifted his foot to kick The Miz square in the jaw while Jey pulled Roman away, breaking the hold. The Miz fell back from the impact of Jey’s kick. He scrambled away holding his jaw. 

“YOU’RE MINE TONIGHT, I WILL EXPOSE YOU TO THE WORLD AS THE PHONY YOU ARE ROMAN!” Miz yelled from a distance as referees came from no where to force him away from Roman. “Did you see what that psycho did to my face?! Where the hell were you all then?” He said as he pulled away from the referees’ grip. 

”MOVE! AHHH, SHIT! GET OFF ME!” Roman screamed out as he jerked away from the referees. “DON’T TOUCH MY LEG, I WI- YOU BETTER NOT!” He said in a low grumble.  

The pain coursed through his leg as a result of the brutal hold. The relief from the pressure felt amazing but the help from Jimmy and Jey did nothing for his damaged pride. All he could think about was the embarrassment that he was served at the hands of The Miz, the rest of his family watching this from ringside, and getting his hands on that coward. The Usos surveyed the area as the monitors cut to the replay of the vicious assault.

          Just as the replay ended, the fallout showed on screen. ”About damn time Y'all asses show up, if we hadn't of gotten here in time Miz punk ass would still be trying to rip his leg off,” Jimmy snapped at the crew. 

Jey looked on with his hands on his hips, ”Yo, Ro! You good man?” 

Roman shook his head no as he laid writhing in pain. His face flushed as the sweat poured out.

 ”Nah, man. It feels pretty bad.” Roman said as he held his knee in anguish. He slowly removed his knee pad to decrease the pain while breathing heavily. A loud groan escaped his lips as he clutched his knee and rolled over to his side. 

A trainer rushed to his side to assess the damage. He haphazardly placed his hand on Roman’s knee, thinking it was all a work. Roman withdrew quickly. ”DON’T TOUCH ME,” he screamed sternly. This caught the twins attention as they realized it could have been something more serious. 

”Move yo ass out the way, you doing more harm than good! We got him. We'll take him back there.” Jimmy reached out his open hand and grabbed Roman’s arm as Jey did the same on the other side. Roman pulled himself up carefully with the help of his cousins and slowly stood to his feet. He exhaled sharply as he felt the jolt of pain in his knee. The twins threw his each one of his arms around their necks and slowly walked with him to the trainer room.

 ”Take your time man. We have to make it all the way down this hall. You good or you need a break?” Jey said as he felt Roman slow to a stop. They held him up there as he breathed heavily. 

The cameras faded to the commentary team, which consisted of Michael Cole and CM Punk. Michael and Punk looked into the camera with solemn expression. 

        Michael stated, “Thinking back to what we just saw, you can’t help but wonder will Roman make it to the match scheduled for later tonight after that savage beating at the hands of The Miz. His family joined by his father, Hall of Famer Sika, in the audience. It was truly a despicable act. We will have more on Roman’s status here tonight later in the program.”

         Now that the cameras were no longer rolling, Roman begged to go back to the locker room. ”I cannot, I can't... I can't let her see me like this, man. I can go to the locker room and just chill there.” He pleaded as he let go of Jimmy to push his hair back out of his face. 

        ”Man, are you serious right now? You worrying about that right now when you can't even stand on your own?! Bruh, we taking you to the training room. Jimmy, don’t pay this fool no mind. Not going to no damn locker room, you need to get your head checked too. Talking all that nonsense, you are not gonna have Aunt Patti coming after me then I need a hospital room next to you,” Jey continued as he shook his head, “No, Lawd! Not tonight!” 

             The trio slowly started back up again and made it to the training room as Draya waited anxiously. She had watched the attack and started prepping the exam table for his arrival. Jimmy and Jey entered the room somberly as they took Roman over to the exam table. He held his right leg stiffly as let go of the Usos and leaned on the table. His silence broken by an agonizing groan as he tried to get himself seated on the table. Draya quickly filled a large plastic bag with ice as she hurried to his side. She brought the bag over to the examination table as he carefully lifted his leg up onto the table. He grimaced with clenched teeth as he slid back against the wall. 

             Draya placed the ice in his knee as she warned him, ”It'll be a small shock then it'll start to numb the pain. Try to keep it still and I'll get something to support it.” She went over to the clear bins and pulled out a soft wedge. She walked back over with the wedge as she spoke to the Usos, ”I need y'all to hold his leg up while I slide this under it. I don't want to torture him by making him do it himself.” 

            The twins obliged and helped hold his leg up slightly as she placed the wedge. He winced slightly as they lowered it back down to the wedge. She repositioned the ice and proceeded to untie the laces on his boot. Once she slid the boot off, Draya carefully slid off his knee pad. He let out an unexpected groan that startled her.

           ”I'm sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you. That just felt really good to get that off.” Roman said with a slight chuckle.

 ”I figured it would. It's definitely swollen up pretty bad. You really took a beating,” she said with a concerned look. ”Is it okay if I touch it?”She asked as Roman nodded. She gently palpated his knee as she continued to assess the damage. He tensed up slightly as she touched the most tender spots. Once she reached the source of the pain, he groaned loudly through clenched teeth. She looked up at his face, now contorted with agony. He struck the table with his fist to keep from making another loud outburst.

     Draya looked into his anger filled eyes as she began,”Roman, I don’t think it’s a good idea for you wrestle The Miz until you have this checked out. From what I can tell, it can be something serious. It’s swollen, you can’t really put much weight on it, the possibilities are endless for what it could be. How about you rest here and think things over before going through with the match? Once you make a decision, I can tape it up for you.” She said as her eyebrows raised slightly with concern.

 “Okay,” he said with a heavy sigh. He ran his hands down his face as he dropped his head back against the wall. “I’ll trust your opinion,” he said quietly. He ran his hands back through his hair as his cousins looked on. 

“Aight, we are gonna be back, uce. We have our match out next, I’ll let Aunt Patti and Unc know what’s up. You’re in good hands so I trust you’ll be aight,”Jimmy said with a wink.

 “Yeah, man! Listen to her and we go get this dub. You still have an ass kicking to dish out to The Miz for this bullshit!” Jey said as he dabbed up Roman. 

“Alright, I’ll see y’all,”Roman replied before looking back at Draya.

        Once the twins left, silence filled the room. Roman closed his eyes briefly to let the ice work it’s magic. Draya prepared a heat pack before sitting down next to Roman. He heard the chair squeak a little and opened his eyes. He looked at her beautiful face and thought to himself,”you’re wasting your chance! Say something!” He nodded reassuringly and decided to listen to his gut. 

“Hey, I know this should probably be the furthest thing from my mind but with so many questions about tonight, as far as me wrestling and what this injury is, I would love to hear a little about you. I mean, if you’d like to share. I’m not going anywhere for a while,”he said with a weak smile.

 Draya looked at him and smiled meekly. “I guess that’s a good way to fill the time. Where should I start?” She said as she looked around in search of an idea. “Well, I am a former dance team captain for the Orlando Magic and Naomi was one of my best friends growing up. We worked together for about 3 years and I used the money I made there to put myself through school for athletic training. I worked alongside the Magic’s trainers during school to get my credits. Once I graduated, Naomi called me up and told me about the opening here, knowing how much of a wrestling fan I am. She thought it was perfect. She was definitely right. I love it, I get to watch the events and interact with you guys. I never thought my career would bring me here but I’m glad it did.” She laughed a little as she bit her lower lip before she looked back at Roman and commented,”Okay, Mr. Powerhouse, spill it. Tell me the juicy deets.” 

Roman’s eyes opened wide,” Juicy deets? Uh, let’s see. Well, I’m 24 also. I kind of grew up around the business but never saw myself becoming a wrestler. I thought I could just go off to college and graduate then find a job at some big financial corporation. You know, one of those fancy Wall Street dudes. Instead, I found a job as an intern for a small local bank here in Pensacola. It started off great but the more I worked the less satisfied I felt. I was sinking financially and emotionally. It was a lot going on and I turned to wrestling as my escape. I took it on as a hobby until the old man told me that I needed to make a choice, and I chose to pursue wrestling wholeheartedly. That led me to trying out for FCW and now NXT. I feel genuinely happy after all the hell it took to light that fire under my ass. It was some other factors in there as well but those are stories for a later time.” He said with a slight chuckle as he look back at her, now relaxed, face before he continued. “You know, I don’t know exactly what you’re looking for right now but I am glad that we are talking. There’s something about you that intrigued me.” He said as he lifted his hand to his beard pensively. 

Draya’s eyes widened as she laughed at his comment,”Y’know I get that a lot, I really do! To answer your question, I feel like I’m ready to date again. I put that on the back burner to focus on my career and now that I have my dream job, I’m ready to share this journey with someone else. Now, it’s my turn to ask what are you looking for?” She asked boldly. 

“Wooo, it’s a little hot, do these tables come with heated seats,” he asked jokingly in response to her serious tone. “Before getting into wrestling and all this stuff, I was in a long term relationship with my childhood sweetheart. Lisa, was the woman I had envisioned sharing the rest of my life with. Honestly, I never saw myself doing anything without her. We just seemed to go through a rough patch after graduating college and never recovered from it. I spiraled out of control not being able to work through the pain. I became an asshole, I’ll admit it. I didn’t care about anything or anyone after going through that relationship. I just wanted the hurt to go away, which led me to work out constantly and study moves in the ring. I got in front of the crowd to wrestle and all of that melted away. The anger and pain is gone. I am open to finding someone else now. I realize that it just wasn’t meant to be. I accepted that fact, now I’m deciding to let it go to make room for something else to grow.” Draya looked up, blown away by the maturity of his words and the conviction in his eyes.  

   Roman shifted slightly, wincing as he struggled to get comfortable. Draya removed the now melted ice pack and replaced it with a heat pack to relax the pain away. “How does that feel?”she asked sweetly.

 “It’s still pretty tender, I think I should be able to make it through tonight. What do you think,”he asked with a small bit of hope in his voice.

 “We can test it out by having you stand on it a little bit. In my opinion, I think you should take it easy. But, knowing how bad you most likely want to get some revenge on The Miz in your hometown, I can clear you for the match. I will tape it pretty heavily though and place the knee pad over it.” 

He nodded as he thought over  the options she listed. “I’ll get up, are you sure that you can handle it alone? I can wait for those two knuckleheads to come back.” He replied in a concerned tone.

 “Yeah, I got you.” She said as she held out her hand for him to take. 

He grabbed her hand and pulled himself up to a fully seated position. He carefully lifted his leg off the wedge and shifted his weight so his legs dangled  off the side. He took her hand again to help him push off the exam table as he planted his left foot on the ground. He stood up and placed his right foot on the ground with limited weight on it. He grimaced slightly but as soon as Draya looked up, he laughed nervously. 

“I’m fine, I’m good.” He said as he pounded his chest a little bit. 

Draya drew closer in case he needed more support than he was willing to admit. He smiled as he felt the warmth of her body brush past his. “How do you feel on your feet?” She asked before letting go gradually. He shifted his weight and tried to walk a small distance. He had a very noticeable limp and was definitely walking slower than normal.

 “I think I’ll be okay for tonight. I know it’ll be a huge bullseye but I’ll work smart.” He said confidently. 

“Aight, I’ll tape it up then. Here sit on the table again.” She said as she patted the spot. 

He leaned and scooted back on the table enough for her to start wrapping his knee. Draya bent down to one knee as she carefully began to wrap the knee with white athletic tape until it ran out. She secured the tape before she grabbed his knee pad to slide over her handy work. 

“Okay, this is gonna be extremely uncomfortable while I put this on. Let me know if you need a break.” She looked up at him for confirmation before starting. 

“Trust me, I’ll be fine!” He said with a confident smirk, trying to mask the nervousness he felt on the inside. She started to slide it up, taking her time as she approached the most tender spots. He groaned slightly in discomfort as she managed to get it into place. 

“Thank you so much!” He said with a sharp exhale as she stood back up.  He stood back up and Draya quickly offered herself as support. His knee gave a little as she stood next to him. He grabbed her instinctively, bringing her closer. The two stood closely looking into each other’s eyes longingly unable to pull away. The connection between them was stronger than they both were ready for. It was as if their souls remembered meeting each other in another life. The energy filled the room with warmth as they continued to stand there.

no prompt, but halloween is soon and i wanted to start writing monsta x stuff, so here’s werewolf!shownu 💘💘 it’s 2,183 words, my longest thing on here so far, woo! 

part one part two

It was about two days before the full moon, and your entire class had been planning a trip to a local campsite to watch it.

It was perfect - it landed on the first day of Autumn break, so everyone was free, and if you couldn't pay, you just had to bring something -- food, shelter, entertainment. You had been begging your boyfriend of three months, Shownu, to go with you, but he'd been giving you the cold shoulder.

“Shownu, please!” you begged for what seemed like the eightieth time.

“[Y/N], it's just not a good idea.” It wasn't like you hadn't heard of werewolves, and yeah, a lot of people went through a phase where they pretended to be something supernatural, but that was usually in the seventh grade, not senior year of high school.

“Why are you being this difficult?” With midterms just ending, you hadn't been able to see him lately, and it seemed like it could've been perfect, the two of you lazing by a local lake the entirety of Saturday, then going to the BBQ before the group headed back. Tears swelled in your eyes as you and Shownu continued your argument.

He sighed. “I don't want to be difficult, I'm sorry. It's just….” He trailed off, thinking. “It's a superstition, but I don't like to go out during full moons. I guess horror stories about werewolves screwed me up as a kid, y’know?” His hand found its way to the back of his neck, scratching his hair.

He pursed his thick lips, an attempt to see if you believed his lie. You didn't, but you weren't in drama club for nothing. “Okay!” you perkily replied. “Can we hang out Sunday though?”

He pushed his eyebrows together, deep in thought. “I'm busy that morning, but I should be free around noon?”

“That works.” You stood on your tiptoes, holding his face in your heads as you pressed a slow kiss to his lips. He kissed you back, but the two of you soon parted as you got a text from your mother, signalling that she was there.

'Is your back packed at home? We're leaving around four.’ the text read.

Thinking for a second, you responded that you decided not to go, before saying goodbye to Shownu.

Later that night, the light of your phone combined with the full moon, you began your half-mile trek to Shownu’s house. Standing across the street, hidden in the shadows of his neighbor Kihyun’s house, you watched the dim light in Shownu's room.

You were too invested in the possibility of his cheating to recognize the light brown canine sneaking up on you. You didn't notice Shownu's light turning off, nor did you notice his window quickly and quietly opening and shutting.

A deep growl from behind you caused a quiet yelp to escape your lips. Wolves weren't rare in your city, but they certainly weren't common. Hoping to sneak away from the yellow-eyed animal, you took a step back, hands palm-up and slightly away from your body. As you took one step, so did the wolf.

'Shit,’ you thought to yourself. You took quicker steps, and so does the beast. Taking a chance, you turned tail and fucking sprinted. But so did the beast, and within a second, you felt claws scraping at your tennis shoes.

You leaned slightly forward in a last ditch attempt to lose the wolf, and almost ran into another, this one light gray and brown. You turned one shoe, sliding, scraping your knees as you fall, landing maybe a foot in front of the much larger beast.

The first animal paused just behind you, and as the larger one growls, the light brown one tucked tail and ran away, his nails skitting on the pavement.

You looked up at the animal just in front of you, not looking into it's eyes, considering you're not stupid, but once you got a glance of it's eyes, your heart skipped a beat.

“Shownu?” you whispered, uncertain. Something flashed in the wolf’s eye, and it started growling at a lower volume, but harsher.

You watched in horror, backing away slightly as the beast transformed in front of you. Bones cracked and fur fell as it slowly became your boyfriend. Your mouth dropped open just a little bit, watching as he struggled.

“[Y/N],” he grunted, “I can't keep this form for long. Go - gah, get…” He looked up suddenly, his bright yellow eyes full of rage. “Stay away from me!” He growled that last part, and his voice seemed to have layers. He dropped back to the ground, and the horrifying sound of bones cracking and skin ripping sounded as he became a wolf again.

Still sitting in shock, you didn't have a chance to move before the wolf - Shownu - stalked you, like you were its prey.

Shit, you thought as you realized you were its prey.

You stood up, hoping to get away from it, but if it could make the other wolf leave with just a growl, you knew you were dead meat. You started walking backwards.

“Shownu, please -”

He growled, interrupting you. He snarled, tail still as it could be in the pale beams of light that the streetlight offered.

Your heart was beating a million miles a minute, and you knew that this could be your last night on Earth. How could you think Shownu was cheating? This boy was practically an angel. The wolf, however, was an animal.

“Please.” Tears stung at your eyes. Shownu growled louder, before pausing. You kept walking backwards at the same pace, hoping to get away from him. He hesitated, but eventually turned around, tail flicking slightly.

Although he was going in the direction that you came from, towards your house, you decided it was safer to go around the block.

Your tennis shoes hitting the pavement, you ran as fast as you could, not giving your heart a break.

However, when you were only a few houses away from your home, your safe haven, you were stopped by that same wolf. “Shownu, I know you're in there,” you whispered, only loud enough for the two of you to hear. “Please, please let me go. I won't ask about anything, I swear, I'll move if you want me to, just please don't kill me.”

He snarled, leaping at you, claws first. His sharp nails raked down your arms and for just a second, through the bottom of your shirt, shredding through your jeans as well. You let out a scream of anguish and allowed tears to fall from your eyes. Before he even removed his claws from your abdomen, he bit into the space between your collarbone and shoulder, not ripping out any flesh, but causing you to bleed.

He then stalked off, apparently happy with what he'd done.

You sat for a minute, coaxing the bleeding to a stop. By the time you limped home, the sun was starting to rise, and you felt exhausted. You got back into your house the same way you got out, through your window. Rain had started trickling, so you had faith that any blood that ended up on the bricks that didn't blend in would be washed away.

You changed into your pajamas, making sure that they were black and covered all your scratches so that, on the off chance that someone saw you, they wouldn't worry. You grabbed a washcloth from your closet and ran some warm water and soap over the wounds, hoping that they would hurt less on the morning. You patted them dry, took a few Tylenol, and went to bed after plugging in your phone.

The next morning, you woke up to the sound of vibrating on wood.

“Hello?” you mumbled, voice heavy with sleep as you blindly answered the phone.

“Oh thank God, you're okay.” You were instantly awake as you recognized Shownu's voice.

“Was that fucking real?” Before he had a chance to continue. “Do you fucking black out?”

“I -- I couldn't control myself, I'm so sorry.”

“I fucking am, too. Did you fucking bite me? These are going to fucking scar, Hyunwoo.” You could practically feel him flinch, you never used his real name. Even before you started dating, you used his nickname.

“It won't though,” he said, oddly quiet. “Check one of them, not your shoulder.” Pressing your eyebrows together, you obeyed anyway. You lifted your arm, expecting soreness and dried blood on top of a gash, but only found flakes of dried blood.

“What did you do to me? I know that wasn't a dream.” You looked at where you'd been bitten the night before and, strangely enough, it was like a scar, slightly faded. Tears stung at your eyes and your voice, although now awake, was partially like a hiss, partially a whisper.

“I...I'm sorry. I turned you.” As soon as the words left his mouth, you hung up. He tried to call you back, but you ignored it. Eventually, when you realized you couldn't just go back to sleep, you opened your laptop.

'Undo werewolf bite,’ you googled. All that came up were fanfictions.

'Local witches,’ this search seemed more helpful, actually coming up with witches. A few countries away. So, you plugged in your zip code, and eventually found that someone about a street away was a witch.

“Hey Mom?” you called downstairs. “Can I go for a walk?” After not getting a response, you checked the time, and after seeing it was only about eight in the morning, you winced. You left a note after you called the witch to determine that she was awake.

“Amber?” you questioned if the person who opened the door really was a witch.

“Yes! [Y/N]?” You nodded. Her eyes darted from side to side before leaning in slightly. “Werewolf issue?” You nodded again. “Come on in.”

You entered her house and were greeted by a pair of dogs and a slight smell of vanilla mixed with a heavier smell of lavender. “You can sit over here,” she said as she led you to a small kitchen. “So,” she continued once you were situated, “Bite or scratch?”

“Both?” you questioned. The color drained from her face slightly, but she quickly perked up again.

“Where were you bit?” You pushed the fabric off your shoulder, wincing in anticipation of a pain you never felt. The color drained the rest of the way from her face.

“[Y/N], I'm so sorry, but you weren't just marked, you were turned. Next month you're going to transform.” Your heartbeat quickened as everything around you slowed.

“I...he ruined me.”

“I'm so sorry.” She quickly got up, wrapping her arms around you. “I...I have some things that I can give you that'll make it last a shorter amount of time, or make it less painful, free of charge. Just for you.”

You couldn't get your words out. “I don't want this, Amber.”

“I know, I'm so sorry.” She hugged you one last time before you walked out of her house with her cell phone number. “It'll be okay,” she promised.

By the time you walked home, your phone was half dead from Shownu's constant calls and voicemails. It said you had missed eighty calls in the hour you spent in Amber's house. Of course, he was waiting on your doorstep when you walked up the driveway, looking exhausted.

As soon as he saw you, he wrapped you in a bear hug, which you usually melted into, kissing the top of your head. “I'm so sorry,” he mumbled repeatedly. You froze for a second, limp in his embrace, but quickly pushed yourself out.

“What the fuck did you do to me, Hyunwoo?” He cringed visibly at his name.

“I...I'm so sorry. I know a witch who can help you, but I...it can't be undone.”

“Why?”

“I can't think properly in that form. Seeing you, I...I couldn't hold myself back.”

You laughed quietly, a bitter laugh. “You could change into human form and turn yourself away from me, but you couldn't stop attacking me? What kind of bullshit are you pulling?”

“Werewolves mate for life. We have soulmates. You're my mate -- my soulmate.” Tears stung at your eyes.

“I could've believed that, but you didn't say anything. Show -- Hyunwoo, I thought you were cheating on me. You know I wouldn't have judged you, you know I would've left you alone.” You pushed him out of the way, catching him off guard as he landed in the grass next to your front porch step, opening your front door before locking it.

Shownu knocked on your door quickly, but you had already gone upstairs. You spent the rest of that Saturday crying in your room, and you spent that Sunday blocking Shownu on everything with Amber's help and getting shit together for next month to make it as painless as possible.

On Monday, you spent the classes that you had with Shownu in the counselor's office and the rest of the day avoiding any contact with him.

A Wing and a Prayer - Chapter 6 (A Yondu fic)

A/N: Ready for things to get kicked up a notch?

Yondu/El (Yondu/OC)

Warnings: None (??? Let me know if I’m wrong)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5

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It had fallen on Io, yet again, to keep watch over El while Yondu, Kraglin and a handful of others went to see the Collector. They'd gone down onto Knowhere's surface in their M-ships while El was confined to quarters on the Eclector.

“Io!” El called through the door. “You there? I need you.”

“I'm here.” came Io's reply. “What are you after this time? Another glass of water? You should have known I wouldn't leave this door unattended. Sneaking underneath it was a clever idea, I grant you, but it's not going to work, Miss El. ...Miss El?”

But El was no longer in her room. There was a tiny, rusted hole in the top right corner of the room where the leak had got in and it was out of this that El the mouse had made her escape. She'd initially tried wriggling under the door as a bug but had come face to face with young Ribblin who wasted no time in scooping her up and tossing her back into the room. Staying as a bug, she'd searched every inch of the tiny room and had eventually found a weakened, rusted patch. She'd figured out how much Io liked to talk, especially when he was smug about something, and his little monologue had been all she needed to cover up the sound of little mouse jaws gnawing as she worked her way through the thin, crumbling steel, making it large enough to wiggle through.

And now she was scurrying, hell-for-leather, through the metal wall supports of the ship. She could hear the alert go up and the rest of the crew scrambling to search for the ping-pong ball sized escapee. El laughed, squeakily, to herself as she ran, occasionally stopping to peep through holes, vents or floor grating. They were going to have one hell of a time finding her in all this.

“SOMEONE CONTACT THE CAPTAIN!!” screamed one of the crew, thundering past El's hiding spot.

“He'll have landed and be on his way to the collector by now! The only communication screen is in his ship, idiot!” came another voice.

Although it was easy for her to hide, El realised, fairly soon, that staying as a mouse had its disadvantages. Being this size meant her legs were tiny and she was wearing herself out with all this running. She'd have to shift to something a little bigger to cover more ground. But that meant not staying in the hidden parts of the ship. She'd have to be very careful. Finding a deserted corridor, she crept out and, with a flash, was off running again. Long legs moved smoothly underneath her as she ran, full-tilt, in search of the M-ship hanger. The only sound that could be heard was the occasional click of her claws and a soft panting as she cleared whole corridors in seconds. It was much easier to move as a greyhound. She ran down corridor after passage after air shaft, stopping every so often to swivel her ears and listen for any approaching crew.

Moving as fast as she was, she soon found the M-ship hanger on a lower deck and stopped a moment to catch her breath, her thin ribcage expanding and suppressing rapidly with her deep panting. She looked through the grubby glass of the large window in the corridor. Not many of the crew had left so there were many ships still docked, all ready for the taking. All of them seemed to be various colours and had different names, although they were all completely illegible from up here.

As she was looking, there was the sudden clang of a footfall at the end of the corridor. El's head snapped round to see a heavy-set crew member with blonde hair standing there, looking at her in confusion. It took him a moment to realise that the dog he was seeing was El and simply stood there staring. El wasted no time in turning tail and bolting down the corridor to the airlock door, behind which were the steps down onto the landing gantry.

“Hey! HEY! STOP!! SHE'S HERE!!” yelled the crew member behind her. There was the far away thunder of footsteps which grew louder as El ran.

El sprinted down the steps with the growing noises of the crew behind her and, with a flash, was back to normal when she reached the nearest M-ship. She thumped the button next to the hatch and the hatch opened with a whirring clunk. She looked back over her shoulder with a smirk. The crew were halfway down the steps but stopped dead at the sight of that sinister smile full of fangs.

“You lot had best get back to that airlock door. It's about to get kind of hard to breathe in here.” She called, and hopped on board the ship.

With a panicked scuffling, the crew all back-tracked and tumbled through the airlock door, closing it swiftly behind them. And they could only watch in vain as the M-ship fired up, the bay door was opened via on-board controls, and the ship plunged out of sight into the emptiness of space beyond.

“Shit.” Said Ribblin, summing up the feelings of every crew member present.

***

Yondu marched determinedly into the Collector's personal little museum, not asking to be let in. He pushed past the pink-skinned servant as she tried to stop him.

“Sir! My master is not expecting you! You can't just invite yourself in! Sir!!” she called, with absolutely no effect.

There was a soft chuckling from the depths of the Collector's cave of wonders.

“Now now.” said a smooth voice. “Mr Udonta was never one for pleasantries. Were you, Yondu?”

Yondu came to a stop and stood, legs apart, hands on hips, looking at the white fur-coated back of the Collector.

“S'right.” He said, simply. “Been a while, Tivan.”

The Collector chuckled again and turned slowly to face his unannounced visitors.

“Taneleer. Please.” He purred. “What do you have for me this time? Another trinket you swindled off that poor Broker on Xandar? I'm surprised he keeps hiring you.” Taneleer smirked as he picked up a gem-like object off the table he was standing by and turned it over in his hands, examining it, not seeming to be paying much attention to Yondu.

“Not so much hirin'.” Kraglin said. “More like he don't have a choice but tell us what he's huntin' for if he wants to keep his head intact.”

Yondu smirked and touched his Yaka arrow lightly through his long coat.

Taneleer sniffed oddly, which might have been a snort of laughter, but his face was too stony to be sure.

“Elegant,” he remarked, sarcastically. He turned and saw the red-headed crew member prodding a tank containing a strange, eight-legged creature with a long tail and, seemingly, no eyes. The creature lunged at the glass, a long, fleshy proboscis extending from its underside to bump, harmlessly on the tank wall.

“I'd appreciate it if you didn't disturb the facehugger, Mr...?”

“Skane.” the redhead replied. “What es this thing?” he asked, looking back at the weird, leathery spider creature, which was still attempting to reach him with its proboscis.

Taneleer grinned and swept grandly over to the tank. Yondu rolled his eyes. Taneleer never passed up an opportunity to show off his knowledge.

“As far as I can tell,” Taneleer began “it's the reproductive organ responsible for the process, or rather...” he glanced at Skane, thoughtfully, “one half of the reproductive process of a much larger creature. A creature I do not currently possess... sadly.” He looked at Skane again, who was, luckily, still distracted by the facehugger.

“So..” Skane said, slowly, “basically, I'm looken at a dick right now? Es that what you're sayen?”

Taneleer gave a chuckle and crossed his arms, looking at the facehugger with amusement.

“Yes. I suppose I am.” He smiled widely (and, no doubt, falsely) at Skane and walked back to the rest of the group and stepped up close to Yondu. “Would you be willing to sell me a member of your crew? Hypothetically of course?” he murmured to Yondu.

Yondu looked at him incredulously.

“No. Yah outta yer damn mind?!” he exclaimed, not bothering with the same low volume that Taneleer had. Taneleer merely shrugged.

“Do let me know if you ever...” he looked over Yondu's shoulder and frowned in confusion. “...change your mind.” he finished.

Yondu turned to see what it was he was looking at... and felt his stomach drop. Sitting behind him, looking as smug as a dog can, was El.

“What... is that?” Taneleer asked, not taking his eyes off her.

Shit! Shit shit shit, thought Yondu. What the hell was she doing here?!

“S'jus' a pet I picked up on Terra.” Yondu shrugged, trying to come across as nonchalant as he could. “Ain't dangerous. But she's a bad girl fer comin' in here!” With that stinging emphasis, he stared, furiously at El who merely sat, looking at Taneleer, paying Yondu no attention whatsoever.

Hazel Eyes & Cake Pops [Ch. 4]

Read on Ao3 here

It was Tuesday again and I was getting ready to go to class. Since Thursday, Chloe and Rachel were stuck in bed and I was stuck on the couch. At one point, I walked in on them mid-fucking so I ran and stayed outside. I have been watching the SyFy channel with choice shows like Face Off and Channel Zero; I had the volume all the way up.

I just wanted to be sure.

"Good morning, Max." Rachel walked by. She still looked better than me even with bed head and just her flannel on.

"Good morning." I said back as I was tying my hair up again.

Both Chloe and Rachel were so secure about themselves that they were walking around with barely anything on. It didn't bother me at all, though I just wished they warned me or told me something before I barged in. Do you know how frozen in shock I was? All I wanted was to get my backpack to go to class today, but what I got instead was Chloe's face missing in between Rachel.

"Are you eating breakfast?" Rachel came back with a spatula in her hand.

"I'll just catch something on campus." There were hundreds of vending machines and I pass about five of them going to this room alone. I never really buy anything from one because, every single time, something gets stuck in between the hooks and the glass. And then, when I get another thing to fall on top, that one gets stuck, too. I haven't succeeded yet, but maybe my luck changed today.

There was a look of disappoint on her face, so I went to the kitchen to eat a cake pop. I forgot that it was designed like a little pirate, with the eyepatch and all. As I bit into it, the chocolate inside was so sweet against my tongue and made me squeamish. Sorry little pirate, off with your head and you weren’t even that tasty. She giggled at my scrunched-up face, but approved.

"Chloe, are you ready?" I called out. Chloe was already dressed. I could have sworn she was half-naked like a minute ago.

She was twirling her keys on her finger, "Are you?"

We left Rachel home to eat breakfast alone. She was only making eggs but Chloe and I still felt bad. She told us to leave her there; maybe she’ll get her bags with all her clothes in it.

She asked, "Wow, Maxaroni, not your gray jacket today?"

We were stuck in traffic, one lane closed due to road work, multiple car honks went off, making me late to class once again.

"I wanted something to match my new and cool haircut." I hugged myself in my warm black cardigan. I had the sleeves all pushed up to my elbows, because immediately regretted wearing it. It was very hot for late-March.

"You're looking more like an art student every day."

She took her hands off the wheel; we were not moving anymore.

"Actually," I had an idea, "You should work at the bar at the club we went to."

She snorted, "Did you ask the bouncers or something?"

"No, I just thought because Dana worked there, she would give you a chance."

"Oh shit, Dana Ward is here?" She hummed after finishing her sentence. She placed her finger on her chin. I could tell she was thinking about it. I don't recall Chloe ever liking or hating Dana, but I have a feeling she liked her. Chloe never finished at Blackwell and she rarely spoke good about anyone or anything associated with the school.

"I just might go again tonight."

"You're not going to drink again, right? You were out cold last time."

"No, I'm going to be good."

I should get a job, really. I was living off of Chloe. She said it was fine and to just do my school shit, in fact everyone in my life said that to me, but something about it felt so wrong. I appreciated the help, nonetheless, and yet there was this feeling deep in my stomach that should do something other than school. Chloe was really good at saying her feelings aloud, even though they are very emotional, so she couldn't be hiding anything.

She was confusing and I still had to figure her out.

The traffic started to move ever so slightly.

"How long do you think Rachel will be here?" I rested my elbow on the console.

"I hope she stays long enough. A lot of the time she'll be home alone or at my work and that really fucking sucks."

I could hear Chloe's voice becoming somber at the end. I contemplated saying something, anything to make her feel better, but I stayed quiet instead. We started to move again, but we didn’t say anything else for the rest of the drive.

I was two hours late. I lumbered along through the hallways. I remember I got lost first day and it was embarrassing. I couldn't find a room for the life of me and I thought, for sure, that it would be in either floor two or three. It was on the first floor the whole time. In my defense, it wasn’t a number and I thought floor one was just the library, tutoring center, and restrooms.

I passed the first vending machine right next to the elevator, peering into it and trying to find which one is less likely to get stuck. I will never get a granola bar. I decided on chips, and as I pressed the number and letter, I hoped and prayed that it won't get stuck. I watched the yellow bag fall, only to eventually get stuck at the granola bars at the bottom. I stared at it for so long.

Are you fucking kidding me?

I didn't even want to attempt at putting more money. Instead, I kicked the machine as hard as I could, resulting in a throbbing foot, a clenched jaw, and the face of pain. My screams were held back, coming out as a high-pitched cry. My eyes shut from the pain and I held on to the machine.

"Ah, fuck!" I cried out.

"Do you need help?" I heard next to me. It was a gentle, soft voice. I looked over and felt embarrassed instantly.

"No," I let go of my knee and forced a smile, "Wait, did you mean the machine or my foot?"

She giggled, "Your foot, but I can see there's something wrong with the machine too."

I wasn't expecting anyone, let alone her. I think that was the first impression of the century. I tightly held my hands together behind my back to stop them from shaking.

"We're in the same class today, aren't we?" She asked as she looked at the Lays chips.

"Yeah, I got stuck in traffic and that's why I'm out here and not in there."

"At least you’re dressed out today. I can lend you my notes, do you want them?" She took a dollar out of the pocket of her jacket.

Shit, did she only know me because of last week? Or was she referring to the other time? Or what happened in the library? I hated this moment and I need to be saved right now.

"Yeah, is it break-time right now?"

"It is," she chose the same chips, falling and making mine fall along with it, "There you go."

"Thanks, uh..." I hesitated. I knew it, but I didn't want to creep her out.

"Kate," she held her hand out and smiled, "I saw you at Starbucks with Rachel Amber."

"We go way back," I shook her hand, "Everyone calls me Max."

I felt so lost looking in her eyes. They were such a warm and lively mix of golden brown and forest green, the ring of green embracing amber so close, everything in her eyes united so harmoniously. What a strange sea to get lost in.

"It fits you." She let go first.

Oh dog, my hands were clammy. We both reached for the chips at the same time and then retracted at the same time. We both awkwardly laugh and told each other "you first," but she eventually took hers.

"I'll give you my notes when we get back." she started to walk away.

I took a few steps to catch up with her. I could be like "hey, can we walk together?" or "can we hang out later?" I stayed behind and leaned against the vending machine.

"Sorry I kicked you." I said to it.

I finished my chips in about five seconds and walked around on the first floor for ten minutes. It was boring and still break-time, so I decided to go to class. The class was practically empty, except for Kate and the teacher.

I went to my seat in the back. Immediately, I was met with a red notebook sitting on my desk. Curiously, I flipped through it and found a page with a yellow post-it note right in the middle.

I recalled you sitting here. I hope you don't think it's weird. Give it back to me whenever!

It was Kate's. Her g's and y's had looped tails, her h's and b's curved, and letters like e, n, and r attached to the letters they were next to. She stayed on the blue lines perfectly and made small notes in the margins. I was surprised she knew where I sat; she was more observant than I thought. I took my composition notebook out to start copying her notes. My book was tattered and covered in many stickers and drawings Chloe and I wanted to shove into it. I bought it when I started here and it already looked shitty. Yet, I loved it more like this.

I was never one to copy word for word. The only reason why my book looked full were all the pictures in it. I had many deer and many studies of classmates from different classes on every single page. It was so disorganized.

I looked up and saw Kate looking over. She smiled at me and turned back to the front as everyone came back into class again.

Class ended and, honestly, I was done writing the notes an hour ago, but I couldn't bring myself to give it back. Dare I say, I actually felt too scared and nervous to do it. She came up to me, still showing me her kind smile and asked, "Are you done now?"

"Yeah," I handed her notebook back, "Thanks."

She took it back with two hands.

"No problem, see you again on Tuesday." She waved and left behind everyone else.

There was a swell in my chest and my face was so hot to the touch. I acted normal as I waited for the elevator and went all the way down. At the bottom, I rushed out of the door, looked around, and then proceeded to cheer. I whooped and hollered out, jumped around and thanked whatever God above cursed and then blessed me today.

It was still too early for me to bust into Starbucks, so I called Rachel. I was still full of adrenaline, but as I listened to my phone ring and ring and turn into the "your call has been forwarded," all of it was gone. Shit, are you kidding me? I called again and no reply.

There were possibilities I thought of as to why she couldn't answer: she was napping, Chloe took her away, or Chloe and Rachel were both ignoring me. I even put the new number she told me about, so I couldn’t be calling the wrong person.

I checked on Chloe’s number instead. It rang and then nothing again.

I let out a huff. I got a text instead. Sorry Maxi pad text you later. With Rachel.

I wasn't worried about her, because one, it's Chloe, and two, she was with Rachel. Chloe told me they were crazy together, but I trust nothing too illegal was happening.

I went to the library again and, of course, Kate was there again. She sat at the same table and was focused on her book. I went to the same aisle I was in last time and pretended to browse. I was not here to check her out, no pun intended. I was here to wait for Chloe! I told myself that, but why did I go into the same aisle I could see her in? Nope, I was here to wait for my friend to text me.

But, I still wanted to look over. I kept my head still and looked into the corner of my eye. She wasn't looking back, thank dog. I sauntered around, looking at books about animation, knitting, cooking, and history of various films. I hope I looked like a normal student looking around and not creepy or weird.

"Hey Max." The voice scared the shit out of me. I physically jumped and put my hand on my chest from it. It was a classmate from my Friday class, which I missed. It was just a general class, so I didn't care much for it. I sat next to him and he was a bigger hipster than me. I would be down to wear a bow tie and a Clubmaster glasses, but I don't know how that would look.

"Oh, hey dude," I leaned on the bookcase, "What's up?"

"I noticed that you were absent. I brought the notes from class if you want them; there's a test this week." He was holding a stack of papers in his hand.

"Oh, yeah! Can I take them home? That looks like a lot." I flipped open my messenger bag.

"Of course, I already have it all down, so go nuts!"

As I put the packet in my bag, he went on talking about a show he watches. I was listening and nodding to acknowledge everything he said, but I was perfectly angled to see Kate over his shoulder. She saw me back and waved her hand, then went back to her book. I felt my mouth twitching into a smile, but I went back to my classmate, still rambling about all the death in the show.

I left the library when I told him I was going to watch it as I copy notes. I wouldn't say it was a lie, but it was highly unlikely. I didn't even catch the title.

I wasn’t sure if Chloe or Rachel ever text me, but I just left outside. It was hot outside and I needed some fresh air.

To my surprise, Chloe's car was in the front and I could see Rachel in the front passenger seat. I took strides and then got into the backseat. They were both dressed normally, in matching white tank tops no less, so Chloe must have left work early. We were back in the traffic when Rachel finally said something.

"How was class?"

"I was only there for two hours, so nothing happened," I put on my seatbelt, "What were you guys doing that you couldn’t call me back?”

“Chloe was able to stay just for two hours, just like you. We were out eating. Being a couple and then fans coming up to me. Sorry we didn’t answer you at all.”

“It’s cool.”

"Did you talk to her?" She turned to look at me. She changed the topic so fast, I was speechless for a moment. I was able to reply after a couple um’s and uh’s.

"She talked to me first." I said confidently.

"Oh, really now?" Rachel wasn't convinced. I knew they wouldn't believe me. Hell, even I couldn't believe it happened.

I held my breath, but eventually I murmured, "I may have kicked a vending machine and she saw it."

"Now I believe it." Chloe snorted.

"Wait, why did you kick a vending machine?" Rachel's eyebrows furrowed in concern.

"I wanted chips and it got stuck." I realized that it was a bad idea. My foot still hurts.

"Oh Max..." Rachel sighed, but she was amused. She turned back to look out the windshield again. This was the first time I was in the back and it was a little tight.

"But, did you guys go on a long date or something?” I mentioned.

"Oh, we decided to go to that club again and asked if they had an available time for Chloe to go in or if she could get a job at all," Rachel explained, "I think mentioning Dana helped, but we have to wait until tonight to talk to her. Do you want to come along?"

"Are we going in the limo again?"

"Yes."

"Then, I would like to go again!" My mouth watered at the food I could get there once again.

It was midnight, Rachel and Chloe didn't drink during the ride. I sat in between them, which felt strange, they were close and leaned over me to talk to each other.

"I think you'll get the job. I'm sure Dana has some power." Rachel crossed her legs, one over the other. She got even closer. I was uncomfortable in this moment. Our legs were pressed against each other, their hands would periodically use my legs as leverage to lean over, and I was smelling their hair more than breathing real oxygen.

"Why are you guys sitting over here?" I finally asked. I looked at both of them with a confused look on my face. They looked back at me with straight faces, really unconcerned and not bothered by the question.

"What's wrong with sitting altogether like friends?" Rachel cocked her head to this side.

"You guys are talking to each other," I placed my hands on their shoulders, "And I feel super... out of place, being in between here."

The smell of green apple was overwhelming, the pressure of them leaning over on my thighs were hurting me, and my back and neck bending back as far as possible doesn't even cover even half of how I felt. What level of third wheel do you have to be to get to this point? I felt like I was definitely at the highest point. Was I jealous or was I just irritated?

"We're sorry, Max," Rachel put her arm around me and rubbed my back, "You're not uncomfortable with being so close, right?"

"Only the fact that you two keep talking to each other in front of me."

The limo stopped, the window dividing this section and the driver in front of us slid down, and the driver said, "We're here, Miss Amber."

"We'll talk about something you want to talk about when we get back." Rachel patted my back.

It was the same thing. The line screamed for Rachel's attention, we followed Rachel in, passed the two guards, but this time, we beeline to the bar lit by white light. The music was loud, but there were less people dancing inside. It was Tuesday after all, these people must have a lot of time on their hands, but who knows. Dana was there again, wearing a shirt to reveal her midriff, and she saw us right away. She waved excitedly at us. She walked around the bar and hugged Rachel first, tightly and rocking her around.

"Rache, I missed you so much!" She avowed as loud as she could.

Chloe and I couldn't hear anything else after that. We were swaying and shimmying around to the music, bumping into each other once in a while. She was a lot better than me and it was obvious.

"Chloe," Dana shouted out, "You need a job?!"

"Yeah, can you hook me up?!" Chloe hollered and walked away.

"Want more food, Max?!"

"Yep!" I sang. I bounced to the bar stool.

As the three talked to each other, I was sitting on the same stool with all the same foods I was eating the other night. Everything was a lot less hectic. People weren’t dancing as much, doing more interacting and drinking, and it was more chill. Maybe I was actually enjoying myself or it was the food talking. Simultaneously, I finished my food and they were done with their conversation.

"Babe, I love you and shit," that was the first thing Chloe said when we left, "But, we are fully capable of making our own cash."

Chloe a year ago wouldn't say that at all. She would've loved to get some cash, whether someone willingly gave it to her or she stole it. Even when I was the voice of reason, she would still listen to herself and acted out on it. I couldn’t lie; there were times that I actually agreed with her. I still remember the face of relief she had when she finally paid off all her debt for the weed she bought.

"You love and care for Max and I do too! Please let me pay for your debt!" Rachel grabbed my shoulders and hugged me from behind.

There was one problem college students were stuck dealing with for the rest of time: money. I don't know if they felt the need to because they did not finish high school or whatever another reason it could be. I didn't know whether to accept or reject or even say nothing.

"It would be cool, but I think I'll be okay." I finally decided.

Rachel wasn't impressed, "Modest, but this is art school we're talking about."

She was right, but I had a sense of guilt that was way stronger than actually accepting her offer.

"I'm still three quarters in, so let me think about it." I finished. Chloe and Rachel seemed happy with that answer.

"Step two, Max, you have to talk to her more." Rachel reminded me.

I don't want to force anything or make it look like a romantic relationship was my only intention. I wouldn't want to scare her away.

"Yeah, I'll try."