#lettie price on the other hand????
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(Hi I got to thinking abt Donna and Angie as Gotham characters cos lol @ everyone I interact with at this point. But hey if u wanna take a look, kinda long drabble)
On the cusp of where Gotham transitions from its old city to newer buildings like most cities did, a tall house stood on a small section of land still somehow untouched by concrete and brick. It stood out from the rest of the city, yet still somehow seemed to fit in perfectly- an old gothic-style home with slanted roofs and a couple of spires, all surrounded by a black metal fence that kept most of the city away...
Despite the darkened windows and otherwise unwelcome appearance, there was a small sign that dangled just at the end of the stairway- mostly faded but still recognizable as advertising the location as a Bed and Breakfast. The number underneath would be obscured beyond recognition, however, and anyone who tried to buzz the home at the gate would simply be politely notified that they were currently Booked Full and they would have to make an appointment at another time.
Anyone who was in the know would know this was a stretch in the truth. While the rooms may not be left without vacancy, appointments weren’t made in the way most hotels or other B&Bs would... The guests in this home were very special indeed and sometimes the price for staying isn’t in money. Prices may vary, but anyone who knows anything about what it was like inside would all pay one similar payment- silence.
The home and the family who owned it mirrored their location- an in-between, a sort of veil between old or new, dark or light, good or bad... A truly grey, neutral area for anyone who was willing to play by the rules. The family within had enough quiet influence to uphold this sort of sovereignty... Plus the services offered were enough to have those that would normally cause them problems to look the other way.
One of these services was what Batman was after tonight. He would take the short glide from the nearest rooftop to land upon the walkway, the sound of his heavy bootsteps upon the wooden porch probably enough to alert those inside to his presence before he even reaches the door. Knocking wasn’t exactly how he normally operated, but he’s long since learned the Rules of the home... And if he wanted to get what he was after, he was going to play along.
Knock Knock. A pause followed by allowing himself in- the door wasn’t locked, after all. The home itself was quite cozy- Batman walks through a short foyer before being greeted by a dimly lit living room filled with antiquated furniture. It was like stepping back in time... or into someone’s attempt at a haunted house. Alongside the usually quaint and pleasant decorations were... dolls. Everywhere. He can’t help the feeling of being watched the instant he walked into the home, but he’s certain he’s not the only one...
Chances are the sensation wasn’t far off the mark, either. As he walks in, the black-clad figure resting on one of the chairs by the fireplace would look up to him without any sign of surprise. She always seemed to anticipate his arrival, despite his only warning of approach being his footsteps mere moments before...
“Donna.” Batman nods politely as he stops in the entranceway. Her dark eye seems to bore right into him as she motions him in, other hand gently resting on a smaller figure in her lap. “Thank you for having me... Who is it we have tonight?” While he always made sure to acknowledge Donna, he knew she wasn’t the one he was going to wind up speaking with.
“Oh, I’m Letty! Pleased to meet you!” The small dark-haired doll in Donna’s lap seemed to spring to life without so much as a twitch from the woman. Batman would have to admit her ventriloquism was superb; as many times as he’d try to catch her lips moving, they’d only press together even tighter.
“Well, miss Letty.” He’s patient, leaning in to speak to the doll as he would anyone else... Something that he’d notice would get a tiny twitch of a smile on the otherwise somber puppeteer’s lips every time. “I’m here for a bit of information...”
“Oh, information? Gosh, I dunno if I know much worth saying!” The little doll bats her eyelashes as her head cocks to the side. “Not much has really come through lately, mister! Nothing really worth gossiping over anyway, hee hee!” There is a hint of movement in Donna’s arm as the doll hides a giggle behind a porcelain hand.
“Ah... Thank you. Do you suppose Angie would know anything?” Batman nods to the doll, chancing a glance up to Donna now. Her eye glances thoughtfully to the side; his right, her left- she’s not thinking up a lie, she’s trying to remember what she can. He’s spoken to her enough now that he probably didn’t really need to notice her eye movements, Donna’s more likely to clam up completely than to lie. But there’s always the one chance.
“Umm... I dunno! She’s cleaning up room three if you wanna talk to her.” Letty hums after a beat of thought, Donna now turning her head to look pointedly up the nearby stairs. Batman follows her gaze for just a moment before looking back to her and nodding politely.
“I’ll go see what she has to say. Thank you Letty... Donna.” Again, he makes sure to thank the silent woman as well, gaining another little hint of a smile, before he turns to the stairway. Even without the sound of his boots, anyone would be able to hear him making his way up... Almost every other step had a sort of creak to it that he knew by heart by now. At this point, he could probably write sheet music for the specific sounds these steps made... Thankfully he isn’t attempting to sneak up on anybody this time, this house was a nightmare to traverse...
Once he reaches the room Donna pointed out, he would peek in through the open door. Another woman was inside, humming lightly as she sorts out a few little things about the room... which was just a small kitchen area short of being a whole suite. While the sort of clients that stayed there didn’t stay for the amenities, it was honestly a lovely home... He would consider asking for a stay one night if he wasn’t so sure the question would simply be met with a sweet smile and a loving, heartfelt apology that they were booked for the next few months.
Batman knocks on the door frame, stepping in when the woman peeks over... again, not terribly surprised to see him there. She tuts a little before he has a chance to open his mouth. “Tch! Those boots of yours are gonna go right through our antique flooring one day! And what are you gonna do about it when they do?”
“I’ve always taken care to reimburse any damages your home receives, Angie.” He replies easily enough, stopping a few feet from her as she moves now to straighten out the bedsheets. “... I do try not to, though. This building is a historical landmark by now.”
“Yes well... Some histories don’t quite make it into the school books, do they?” Once she was done fussing about with the room, she finally turns to him and flashes a wide, sweet smile. “Now... To what do we owe the pleasure of your visit, Mister Man, the Bat?” Cheerful and chatty, Angie was definitely the opposite of the somber silent woman downstairs... but sometimes Batman wonders who was easier to talk with when he needed something.
“I’m here for some information. Perhaps you can help me.” He begins easily enough, the little purse of the girl’s glossy lips indicating her interest. “There’s been word of Mister Freeze making a reappearance-”
“Victor isn’t doing anything.” Angie interjects, brow furrowed as she looks at him. “He’s not doing anything and you should know he’s not doing anything.” A comment that has him clearing his throat before continuing.
“I don’t watch him all the time, Angie. Even as often as I’m able to, he has his moments of privacy... I simply know I’ve received a tip-”
“His moments of privacy include spending time with his wife and son along with researching his illness. Your tip is bunk.” She isn’t budging... Her voice is actually getting firmer- but not fiery just yet. She’s certain in what she knows- so she either doesn’t know what this tip was about or else she’s right... “So you can go ahead and tell the Commissioner that even sending out his bat-buddy here isn’t gonna change what I’m gonna say!”
“Commissioner Gordon contacted you about this?” Batman arches a brow under his mask now. Gordon wasn’t the one who contacted him about this, after all, Batman didn’t think he knew anything just yet. His question gets a little blink from Angie before she gains a sly sort of smirk, hands coming up to rest on her hips.
“Well! Seems like someone really wants you boys to think Victor’s up to something! Trying to get the poor man in trouble... You know, he’s only just turned over a leaf, he shouldn’t have to deal with this.” Batman’s only really half listening to Angie’s fussing now, just giving a slow nod for a moment before finally sighing and glancing over her.
“Would you have an idea of anyone who may want to frame Fries for anything? Perhaps someone who would want to ruin what he’s trying to build?” Of course, he has plenty of ideas for himself, but his visit so far hasn’t been completely fruitless... might as well ask. He watches as Angie purses her lips again, eyes glancing one way, then the other... Going over scenarios in her head, seeing who she could think of, before her brow furrows and her lips curl down.
“Oohh... Oh I bet I do! Tut! That worm of a man, if this is his fault I’m gonna... He’s gonna wish you got a hold of him first...” She’s grumbling, mostly to herself than to Batman at this point. It was almost amusing seeing her fume, he had no doubt in his mind that whoever she had her sights on now was going to get quite the earful... Still, he tilts his head towards her. She catches the motion and snaps out of her thoughts, flashing another sweet smile before stepping forward to give his arm a little pat.
“Here, allow me to speak with him first... I’d like to make sure my information is correct, after all. You don’t need any more baseless accusations thrown about!” Though a bit more veiled than she normally puts it, Batman can understand what she’s saying- if it’s who she thinks it is, it’s going to be handled.
Somehow... He feels like Angie’s special brand of justice might be fine in these circumstances. Her continued quiet seething promises resolution... Yet still, he has to make his offer.
“You know how to reach me if you learn who is behind this.” He pauses when she cocks a brow at him with a little grin. “... You know how to contact Commissioner Gordon if you wish to reach me.” He rephrases carefully, gaining a snort from the other.
“Ha! Come on now, Batty... Surely a few pretty ladies have your number tucked away somewhere safe~ What’s one more?” Angie teases as she sidles in just a bit closer, almost close enough now to lean in against his chest as she bats her eyelashes up at him.
“Believe it or not, I don’t take house calls.” Batman responds easily enough, glancing down over her before he suddenly leans in closer, speaking low to let all the gravel in his voice really get to work right in her ear. “Though if you’re going to be offering some additional personal services tonight, I might just have to see about booking a room... Then I may be the one calling for you.”
The small woman’s face is bright red in an instant, her previous bravado replaced with sputtering now. “Buh! Y-you! This isn’t that type of hotel! We’re booked up anyway! You! You! Just go on, get! I need to vacuum!” Angie squeaks as she now shoves at his middle, Batman allowing himself to be ushered out of the room now with a low chuckle. She never did respond well to her bluff being met.
Batman makes sure to say goodbye to Donna (and Letty) as he makes his way out now, calling Gordon almost as soon as the door shuts behind him to let him know what had transpired. The Commissioner suggests waiting to see what comes of it all... and Batman finds himself agreeing with the plan. No harm has come just yet... And this all was an attempt to nip any plans in the bud anyway.
Still, one week later and Batman pays another visit to check up on things. There had been no more tips, no changes in activity, nothing... Upon asking Angie about her lead, she’d simply smile sweetly to him and say it had been handled. The knowing little gleam in her eye as she says that makes Batman believe that it surely has been handled. Perhaps not the form of justice he or Gordon would’ve dished out, but sometimes some things can be handled in other ways.
#au#drabble#I'm obvs no batman rper plz forgive#i also just like the idea of him Messing Back if u push him#also u can prolly tell where I lost steam Whoops#long post /
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HEART'S PRICE - CHAPTER 42
*Warning: Adult Content*
When Noah Hunter emerges from the library in Wolf form, he’s relieved to see that the others have obeyed him and returned to their bedrooms.
Ambrose Thorne kneels beside his uncle at the bottom of the stairs, his cell-phone to his ear, presumably talking to Alpha Dane Huunter.
August moans and stirs, having apparently survived his tumble and blinks with confusion and alarm as he spots Noah’s Wolf approach.
Ambrose turns to see what he's looking at and as his brows lift Noah realizes he hasn't seen his full Wolf-form yet.
Compared to Freya or Dane or any of our siblings, really, he’s not the most impressive animal.
His fur is dark gray, his eyes are light amber and he’s about the size of a German Shepherd, which, for a werewolf, is somewhat small.
Still, a wolf is a wolf and not something most people see every day and the look on Ambrose's face is gratifyingly impressed.
He takes the phone away from his ear for a moment to speak to Noah.
"Be careful, love and don't go far. Your brother's on his way."
Noah gives a sharp yip in reply and turns a few quick circles, chasing his tail.
It was a sort of ritual Noah’s siblings and he had when beginning a hunt and was meant to clear the senses before picking up a trail but now it probably just makes Ambrose wonder if he’s had his rabies shots.
Suitably disoriented, Noah shakes himself and snorts then sets his nose to the ground and takes the scent of the muddy prints.
Ambrose was right.
They carry a strange smell, not unpleasant and not entirely unfamiliar but which I can't quite name or identify.
It's a mix of things, all very faint and too jumbled to sort through at the moment.
It's also already beginning to fade and if he wants to follow it, there's no time to lose.
Turning, he bolts for the door, following the prints out along the path through the yard, straight to the small gate, which he finds swinging wide, across the street and into the forested parkland on the other side.
He halts at the head of the trail that leads to the lake.
The area is dense with brush and with twists and turns that make it prime ambush territory.
On top of that, the scent is so fresh and plain, so almost comically obvious, a trail of literal muddy footprints, Noah hardly needs to be a wolf to follow them and it's setting off alarm bells in the back of his mind.
It's almost like the thief wants to be followed.
On the other hand, this is his chance to prove himself to Dane and to prove that Ambrose isn't lying at the same time.
Dane had once told Noah that most murders weren't complicated and that most victims know their killers, a friend or a lover, a family-member, a husband or a wife,which is depressing but which also means that if Dane saw a guy standing over his dead cousin with a bloody fire-poker in hand 'I don't know what happened but it wasn't me' would not hold much water as an alibi.
If Noah can catch a glimpse or better yet, find some material evidence of whoever made these footprints, it will go a long way towards proving that Ambrose's story is the truth.
On the other other hand, it's the middle of the night, the woods are dark and eerily still and he’s completely on his own.
Noah likes to think he’s as fierce as any wolf in a fight but when it comes to cold-blooded nerve, he admits he’s the sort that jumps at shadows.
Or owls.
Or people who leap out at him from behind things just to hear him scream.
It's actually a small miracle that Freya and Noah are as close as they are now, given how much she used to enjoy tormenting him.
Giving himself another shake, he puts his nose to the ground again and sets off along the trail because even worse than the thought of letting this chance slip by is the thought of Freya finding him here, too afraid to go into the 'dark scary woods' by himself.
Noah’s hard nails click on the pavement, so he leaves the path and runs in the soft, damp leaves instead.
Skirting the edge, he keeps his mind on the hunt, letting his instincts guide him.
The night is still but full of vitality and Noah senses the wild residents of the trees and brush and shoreline and the nearby meadows and fields, as they go about the quiet business of their lives.
Their presence and simple stories flick and flash across his mind as he catches their scents or a hint of sound but most of his attention is on the trail.
The scent of his quarry is strange, its tones mixed.
It's earthy and dark, cool as green water shadowed by ancient trees, dry as dust and stone and sunlight, warm as rich spices and soothing as cold milk.
Noah is so absorbed with it and with trying to make sense of it, that he barely notices when it leaves the path until he splashes right into the shallows at the edge of the lake.
He halts, standing in a few inches of water and stares out at the black surface of the lake, little ripples spreading out from where he’s disturbed its stillness.
These quickly subside and then all is smooth as glass again.
Noah backtracks, pick up the trail and check again but there's no mistake.
It leads straight into the water and vanishes.
Thick willow brush overhangs the banks on either side and if someone wanted to get around them, they'd have to swim.
Noah doesn't get the feeling that whoever made the tracks entered the water just to wash their feet or dilute their scent, though.
No, the tracks lead purposefully, straight and confident, right to the water's edge.
Right into the heart of the lake.
With a shiver and a low whine, Noah retreats to dry land.
Whoever made the tracks has gone where he can't follow and there's nothing to do but return to Ambrose and wait for Dane.
He’s about to do just that when he catches sight of something floating on the water's surface a few feet from the shore.
It looks almost like a leaf but even with my wolf-sight Noah can tell that the colors are wrong.
It's greenish-blue and pearlescent.
A scale.
He knows he won't be able to retrieve it as a wolf and so reluctantly, Noah Shifts.
Shivering and hugging himself against the cold night air that washes over his bare skin, he splashes into the shallows, wincing as his feet slip and hurt on the sharp slimy rocks beneath.
With the water at mid-calf, he reaches his quarry and picks it carefully from the surface where it floats like a little boat.
Then he turns and makes his way back towards the shore.
As he does, he feels, with intense and sudden certainty, that he’s being watched and watched by something quite close and quite dangerous by a predator, ready to take Noah as its prey.
Spinning, heart tripping with alarm, Noah stares at the lake but the surface is as black and glassy as before, undisturbed by even a ripple or a splash.
Somehow, the stillness makes it worse and Noah keeps his eyes on it, retreating slowly, a step at a time, afraid to turn his back.
Finally gaining the paved trail, Noah turns and walks swiftly back towards the house, one hand covering himself and the other clutching his precious piece of evidence and all the way certain that something watches him and fighting the urge to break into a panicked run.
~ ☾ ~
Ambrose waits for Noah at the edge of the road and his relief at the sight of him is so great his knees almost give.
His eyes widen as he takes in his unclothed state but he makes no comment as Noah walks straight into his arms.
He pulls off his tartan dressing robe and wraps it around his lover, leaving himself dressed only in the boxers and undershirt in which he sleeps.
The robe carries the warmth of his body and his familiar, spiced scent and does a lot to calm Noah’s frayed nerves.
"Are you alright, love?" Ambrose asks, feeling Noah shiver.
"I'm fine," Noah assures him. "Just cold and... a little spooked. Do you know what this is?"
Noah holds out the scale and Ambrose takes it, squinting at it in the dim light of the streetlamp beneath which they stand.
"Looks like...a scale of some kind. A fish or, a reptile. Though it'd have to be something pretty big..."
Ambrose trails off and lifts his eyes to meet Noah’s.
"Where did you find it?"
Noah tells him as they cross the street and walk back through the yard, Ambrose’s arm around his waist, keeping him close.
The lumpy outline of Brutus' body still lies where Noah had seen it last and he tries not to look at his upturned face as they pass.
Ambrose continues to study the scale as Noah speaks, turning it over and over in his other hand.
"I didn't really want to try carrying it in my mouth, whatever it is so I had to Shift back to pick it up," Noah explains. "Fortunately it wasn't far from shore."
"Fortunately..."
Ambrose laughs, then swears, pressing his hand to his lips with the scale held tight in his fist.
"Almost as if you were meant to find it, in other words," he murmurs.
"You know what it is?" Noah asks.
Ambrose’s hold tightens on Noah’s side a fraction and then he releases him as they reach the front door.
"Well, not by sight, no," he says, "but given the circumstances and all... Do you remember how Mattie described it, the first dragon Aengus managed to summon?"
"As a... a great serpent," Noah says. "A..."
"Water-dragon king. A Naga Lord, most likely."
"But the footprints..." Noah protests.
They were small and human a woman's he'd thought.
"Nagas are shapeshifters," Ambrose says distractedly, watching as a battered SUV rounds the corner at unsafe speeds and screeches to a halt, one tire jumping the curb as its driver parks in front of our still-open gate. "They can appear as humans, as serpents, or as a mingling of both."
The vehicle's front doors open as he speaks and Dane and Freya emerge, jogging towards them across the lawn.
Freya stops at the body, bending for a closer look, while Dane marches straight up to Noah.
Dane’s eyes are lit with a wolfish gleam and for a moment Noah is insensibly afraid his brother is going to hit him again and flinches as he extends his hand.
Instead, he only grasps Noah’s shoulder and gives it a gentle squeeze.
"What happened?" he asks.
Noah glances at Ambrose.
They haven't had time to discuss what they would tell Dane, the truth, a partial truth... a lie but Ambrose speaks with quiet confidence and tells him exactly what he had told me and what had happened after.
Freya joins us as he speaks, and when he finishes they share a look.
"Is your ex-boss gonna be down with this?" Freya asks Dane. "Or do I need to start diggin' a hole?"
Dane's chest expands as his lungs fill with air and he lets his breath go with a deep sigh, running his hands over his hair.
"No, no need for a hole. Thorne here can take care of the body, well enough."
"What?" Noah exclaims, a bit shrilly. "What do you mean, 'take care of the body?"
Dane gives Noah a stern, patient look.
"Noah, when I took this case I thought it was about petty thefts. I thought it was a bunch of rich folk getting their trinkets stole by someone with a bug up their ass 'easy work, pays well' in other words. Instead, it's turned into this shit-show. Murders, poison, fucking dragons and more goddamn players on the stage than I can keep track of."
He sighs again.
"Look, we live in two worlds, right? The world where you're a scholar and I'm a private-detective-slash-ex-cop and Ambrose is a..."
"Veterinarian," he supplies, a wry smile twisting his lips.
"Whatever. Point is, we live in another world, too. The one with werewolves and dragons and... and Fae," he adds softly. "The one normal folk have no part in, and moreover have to be protected from. I thought this case was part of that first world, then both. Now it's plain it belongs only in ours. Laura Coleridge understands a lot but as Chief of Police she's bound more to that world than to ours. This is our mess and we'll deal with it our way."
Noah is not sure what to say.
On the one hand, he’s relieved.
It seems like Dane is at least willing to take Ambrose at his word, which means he's willing to give him and by extension, his brother a chance.
Dane sees something of Noah’s thoughts in his face and squeezes his shoulder again.
"Hey," he says. "Solving a murder is as much about the victim's loved-ones as it is about the victim or the person who committed the crime. Now from what I've gathered, Brutus Oakfield's 'loved ones' don't give a shit what really happened to him, as long as it doesn't happen to them, too. You, on the other hand, are caught up in this now, brother and your loved ones care very much what happens to you. And..."
The corners of Dane’s full lips dip in a frown as he glances at Ambrose and if Noah didn't know better, he'd almost think the wash of color darkening his cheeks stemmed from embarrassment.
"And... we care about those you love, as well. Because..."
Alpha Dane Hunter swallows and finally meets Dragon/Born Ambrose Thorne's golden eyes.
"Because you're the smart one, Noah, so if you trust him, then that's good enough for me," Dane says, extending his hand to Noah’s Mate. "And... well, I guess that makes him Pack."
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Who would ever pray to me?
Icarus knew of deity work. He grew up surrounded by magic, his own younger cousin was a pagan that prayed to the Gods - she had been quick to switch her loyalties with her patrons after she had witnessed their treatment of him. Icarus on the other hand wished he had the courage to disregard the pantheon. He sought their approval with every breath he took. He was a half breed, born of a goddess and an abomination of magic. He was never going to be enough as much as he tried.
He thought this would be his opportunity to show them he was worth of the God magic running through his veins. He hadn’t heard of anyone praying to Demigods, save for his second cousin Hercules. He wasn’t even the God of anything, he was the son of the Goddess of Harmony, grandson of the God of War and Goddess of Love. He wasn’t sure how he fit in. But he heard it. The call of someone needing his help. It felt like a whisper in his ear until he turned and it roared like thunder.
He was seventeen years old when the prayer came. It came from the call of little girl named Letty McNamara. She was excited for eight grade in the fall, she wore her hair in Pippy-style braids, her knees were always scuffed from climbing trees and she had been in grave danger. Strife plagued her community, it plagued her home. Where there was conflict, there was his grandfather - answering the call of men that wanted bloodshed. Ares had always been more than happy to provide. With all wars, innocents paid the price. And it didn’t get more innocent than Letty.
Ares believed that collateral damage was inevitable and necessary, not caring big or small. Letty was scared of Ares, so was Icarus. He shouldn’t have ran as soon as he saw him. He only proved his grandfather right. He was a coward. Conflict tore apart the town and took Letty’s life with it. She had been counting on him. Calling out his name to save her from this. His mother was the Goddess of Harmony, peace, concord. He couldn’t even give her peace. He couldn’t fight back against his grandfather. He couldn’t save her -- he could’ve, but he didn’t. And there was no coming back from that.
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Honeymoon Headcanons: Mayans Edition
Characters: Angel, Coco, EZ x F!Reader
Miami (Angel)
It wasn’t difficult at all to decide where the two of you would take your honeymoon. When you weren’t gonna be naked, Angel wanted you in sundresses and bikinis. You wanted him in linen shirts, and to feel him up in a club. Couple that with you both wanting a tropical environment, and Miami it is.
Angel letting you handle the accommodations, because you seem to know more about what you wanna see/where you wanna go than he does. He only cares about a bed and shower for when he’s not taking you in the inappropriate places. He just hands over the cash, though he complains about his hurt wallet.
Angel hard as a rock when he sees your new name on your plane ticket.
The two of you nearly missing your flight because your husband needs to “show his wife he loves her”.
You babying him on the flight, because Angel has never flown anywhere before.
“Mami, it’s perfectly valid to feel like a flying toaster can’t safely get you anywhere but a casket. Which they can’t even put you in, because you’ll be everywhere!”
Cue you distracting him with kisses and dirty words in his ear, which gets you initiated into the Mile High Club
Barely making it into the cute little condo before the two of you are at it again, collapsing in the late hours to jet lag and mutual satisfaction.
Your first official day is spent dragging Angel around the humid streets. Knowing he stresses easily if you plan things too tightly, and wanting to wing it yourself. It’s surprising how well you to fit in, it almost feels like home.
Angel switching from being jealous, because your tiny cotton sundress is attracting more than just his attention, to him kissing all over your dewy skin because so much of it is visible.
You getting as jealous as Angel, because it seems like each place you drag him to has openly interested ladies. It’s the white linen shirt that he won’t fully button no matter how many times you try to make him.
Angel basking in the attention, and even playing it up to force you to be the one to initiate inappropriate public sex.
Smirking when you break after a woman pays for his (and unintentionally yours) order at a small cafe you stepped into and you snap and drag him to a hidden place.
“I only love you querida, mi alma.” he whispers in your ear when he bottoms out inside you.
You two are a beautiful couple. Photogenic as all hell. Alone, neither of you have a problem attracting interest, but together, you make people want to be seen around you. That’s why you have no problem club hopping to all the exclusive places.
Angel taking photos and videos of you dancing because he’s so enthralled. He can’t wait to show your kids one day when they ask why he fell for you, and he explains how full of life you are.
Getting enough liquor in Angel to get him dance somewhere away from the club, especially since he (lies) and says he can’t.
You and Angel competing to see who can get the most people to buy your drinks + the two of you losing track because you both get drunk.
A quickie in the coatroom is the prize, Angel fucking you to the hypnotic beat.
Spending a few hours apart the following day, only to still keep texting and FaceTiming each other until you met up, touch starved, at a small restaurant.
Deciding to spend the rest of the day at your Airbnb laid up under each other after Angel scores weed. Teasing Angel about his monetary complaints when you spend all night enjoying the small backyard pool.
Angel thanking God for getting an adventure loving woman as his soulmate when you wake him up the next afternoon to inform him you rented jet skis for the day.
You being impressed when, while jet skiing, Angel silver tongues your way into an invitation to a nearby yacht party out of the host.
FaceTiming Gilly to make him jealous that you two are doing Hookah and drinking Casamigos in a hot tub.
Angel ramping up the mockery when EZ and Coco appear on screen, attracted by Gilly’s whining. Everyone looking overworked and salty, while you and Angel are living your best non-sober lives.
Slipping away from the party to one of the rooms on the boat, because once again, you and Angel never know when to stop teasing each other before it ends up in sex.
Feeling bold enough to suggest that since Angel’s been documenting so much of the trip, that maybe he should film this too.
The aftermath being a surprisingly sweet series of kisses and confessions where the two of you express how thankful you are to have found each other. How you can’t wait to build a forever together.
Marfa + Roswell (Coco)
No one knew how you got Coco to agree to travel for your honeymoon until you finally revealed where you were going. Splitting a week between Marfa and Roswell.
You and Coco are that “weird” conspiracy, incense, and weed couple, so it makes sense.
Giving Coco an edible before you leave, because like Angel, he doesn’t fuck with air travel like that.
“They got me with that bullshit in the military, but that was out of my control. You askin’ a lot right now, you’re lucky you’re cute mujer.”
Coco getting progressively handsy during the flight as the edible hits. Eventually, you stop fake-fighting his neck kisses and forward touches.
Also like Angel in that he’s unafraid to become a member of the Mile High Club.
The ride from the El Paso airport, to the car rental place, to Marfa takes far longer than Coco would like.
He’s used to long stretches of trip on his bike, and when you notice him becoming antsy, you distract him with interesting facts about Marfa.
The entire time, Coco can’t help but think that you’re the perfect road trip co-pilot, only to realize he actually meant his life in general now.
Coco proud as hell when you fall in love with his accommodations choice like he did. The colorful airstream trailers of the El Cosmico hotel are the two of you through and through.
You both trying to be responsible adults and refresh after travel, but continuing to get lost in each other during the whole process.
Shower sex -> Making out while drying off -> Touching while searching through your bags for something to wear -> bed sex -> repeat
Looking thoroughly mauled when you finally manage to get Coco off of you and into the car in search of food the next afternoon.
Coco being happy you can’t cover up due to the heat, while you wonder what superpower he and his boys have that let them wear flannel and long sleeves in the heat.
Dragging Coco to a cute cafe you saw on instagram, and him knowing, by the hipster design of it, that his wallet is about to cry.
Stealing food from his plate, and laughing at him sucking his teeth and whining when he catches you.
“You’re stuck with me forever now Johnny sooo….get used to this.”
“Small price to pay for that I guess.”
Finding small shops to go to and being Siamese twins in every one. Coco showing he has good taste in a lot of things one might think he wouldn’t. Him opening up his wallet at everything you 'ooh' and 'aww' at. He can’t help it, he likes you happy, and your kisses and adoring looks are addicting.
For almost everything you get, Letty gets something too. Neither of you wants that tantrum when you get back.
You fighting yourself to avoid the art supply store, and Coco not having it.
“I have so many supplies already, it’s an addiction at this point.”
“So? Get some more. It’s our week, we shouldn’t stress about shit.”
Coco bragging on your talents and successes to the art shop cashier when you checkout.
“Cocoooo.” you murmur hiding your face in his shoulder, arms around his waist.
“Don’t be shy ma, you’re fucking amazing. I love your skills.”
Cue the cashier swooning at the two of you.
Finding unique liquor stores and getting tipsy on samples. It becomes twice as fun when locals, and other tourists alike, start discussing the Marfa lights with you, and you and Coco impress everyone with your ideas.
Being invited to a bonfire smoke session with the other El Cosmico guests when you get back.
Sketching Coco by the firelight, because he’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen in that moment, and now he’s officially yours.
The sex being on another level of intimate that night, because all day you and Coco have been engaging in your respective love languages, and it culminates in mutual need for each other.
The drive to Roswell being more tolerable for Coco, but he still misses his bike. Your excitement about AlienFest is so palpable however, he quickly forgets.
Your hotel being more conventional, but the people you meet making up for it. Finally, you and Coco aren’t the weirdest ones in the room.
Taking the time before the festival starts to check in with friends and family and accumulate odd souvenirs for them. You believe Coco is intentionally getting them stuff they’ll hate.
“Taza won’t wear that baby, he has better taste in jewelry than UFO earrings.”
“Ok, but can he bitch about us not getting him anything? Plus, you can guilt anyone into anything.”
Doing cute edible pastries at the festival.
“You know Aliens are demons right? Jack Parsons and L. Ron Hubbard were doing summoning rituals in the Mojave in 1946, and Roswell was the following year.”
“Word?…Shit. Tell me that again when we’re not rolling. I wanna read about it………you’re so smart mami.”
Coco realizing between every snack stop, every dance he shares with you, every trinket you pick up, and every little conspiracy tidbit you share, that you’re his wife now. That the peace he’s been feeling all week, that he thought he’d never have, is going to be his new normal.
New Orleans (EZ)
You and EZ both enjoy engaging with history and culture, and felt that your honeymoon should be built off of your shared interests. During your meticulous wedding planning, it was decided New Orleans would be the honeymoon destination. It didn’t hurt that you missed your southern roots too, even if you weren’t from New Orleans.
Traveling with EZ is a dream considering you’re both pretty organized, together people. He’s not afraid of flying, but you’re always a little nervous.
EZ being Best Husband™️ and soothing even the most minor of your stresses by turning your attention to the excitement of your trip and your new relationship status.
Teasing EZ in-flight won’t get you Mile High Club initiated, because he finds it much more entertaining to punish you by letting you work the both of you up, and making you stay that way for the duration of the flight. He’s got enough will power to suffer through it, because your soft whines make it worth it.
The airbnb is everything it was promised to be, and you’d appreciate that later, but all you can think of is your husband when you step through the door. That’s the other half of why EZ likes to leave you waiting. Your aggression and exclusive desire for him gets, and keeps, him hard.
It rains the following day, which is just as well, because neither of you are quite ready to stop physically expressing your love for each other. The day consists of ordering food, falling out of your clothes and onto each other, separating to read, falling back on each other, and quick naps.
Angel sending mocking texts in your Reyes group about how you’re trying to turn his brother bamma like you, only to stop when you threaten him with no souvenirs.
EZ and you taking responsibility for your own tour because let’s face it, you both know exactly what you want to see, and can plan a more satisfying tour for the both of you. You take turns deciding where to go next.
When it’s his turn, EZ picks an art museum, and can’t quit smiling about it. You think it’s because he picked a place he really wanted to go to.
“Babe, I have a surprise for you.”
“What?” your excitement always makes EZ’s heart race with his own.
He hands you the guide brochure he picked up at the door, folded to the section he wants you to look at.
“Faith Ringgold exhibit?!”
He hums and nods, grunting when you knock into him with a hug.
“Thank you for thinking of me. I love you.” you look up at him, eyes shining with unshed tears and he just kisses you, afraid he’ll cry if he says anything.
The two of you avoid the tourist trap spots for lunch and find a cute family owned cafe. You order for the both of you based on what you know about southern cuisine and both of your tastes.
You love watching EZ fall in love with the food as he keeps asking “Can you make this?” about everything he eats.
The two of you walking through the Garden District in the evening. Hands swinging between you with no plans but to admire the beautiful homes and foliage.
EZ noting how awestruck you are, and you describing what you love about the historic, towering homes.
He catches that when you describe what your dream home in the area would be, he and your future children are mentioned frequently, and it makes butterflies dance in his stomach. He can picture your family in the yards around him.
The two of you almost make it back to your Airbnb, but give into your baser urges after all the domestic conversation. EZ pulls you into an alley for a quickie, the two of you fighting to silence the other’s vocal expression.
You teasing EZ after that he’s more like his brother than he thinks. Him teasing back the two of you would’ve been caught and arrested if he was like Angel.
The following day is relaxed and less planned. The both of you getting thoughtful gifts for each member of your family, blood and otherwise. EZ scores major points for the gifts he suggests for your mom and dad, and you kind of want to jump him again.
EZ is glad you’re impressed, but it’s nothing to him. It all comes naturally because he loves you so much, and refuses to be anything other than the husband he knows you deserve.
AN:
I didn’t want to add this, cuz I wanted to end on a sweet note, but you just know Angel would accidentally send that vid to one of his boys.
Personally, I lose it for shit like this. Anything domestic in writings is my jam, so I decided to make these headcanons.
- Fun fact: Jet Ski is kind of like Bandaid in that it’s become the generic term for “personal water vehicles”, but it’s actually a specific brand’s name for their PWVs. I learned this while writing this enjoy💀.
#mayans mc#mayans imagine#angel reyes#angel reyes x reader#coco cruz#coco cruz x reader#ez reyes#ez reyes x reader#reader insert#angel reyes imagine#coco cruz imagine#ez reyes imagine
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Winry light novel part 2: YES WINRY IS FIGHTING THE AUTOMAIL MAFIA!!!
-So, Winry is adorable and will hold a sandwich with her mouth for like several minutes when she’s intently working on something with both hands occupied, unfortunately Garfiel lectures her this is not ‘ladylike’, SHUT UP LET HER LIVE HER LIFE, though he does start laughing about it.
-She’s working on some new automail for Ed on the side, but Garfiel mistakes it for the other kid’s based on its size since it would fit a twelve year old and Winry’s like “omg I wish he was here to hear that” GIRL.
-SHIPPING TIME we can put Garfiel on the list of in universe people who ship Ed and Winry (I have to know if he questioned her taste after meeting him) she gets really mad after he calls them “precious” and is like “WE’RE JUST FRIENDS” and stomps off it’s a LITTLE on the nose but that doesn’t matter BECAUSE
-TIME TO FIGHT THE AUTOMAIL MAFIA!!!
The kid Winry’s been trying to help, Darish’s, little sister accidentally bumped into some a shelf full of automail stuff, and the shop owner tries to extort money from her. AND WINRY IS READY TO FIGHT THIS DUDE.
“Excuse me!” Winry threw herself in front of Lettie just as the man seemed like he was about to raise his hand to the girl.
“Oh, Winry!” Lettie’s eyes opened wide in surprise, but then she started sobbing louder, as if in relief Winry had showed up to help.
The man loomed over Winry with a dubious look as she stood in his way. “Who the hell are you? Are you the kid’s sister?”
“Aren’t you ashamed? How could you threaten a little kid like her?” Winry said indgnantly, refusing to back down despite the man’s far taller stature.
[...]
Winry stood in front of Lettie, hiding the girl behind her back, but when her eyes fell on the automatil, she cocked her head to the side.
“Did you really break this, Lettie?” She said, which made a grin break out on the man’s face,
“Aint that what I’ve been saying? Then how about you cough up the dough to cover the price tag, huh?”
“Are you sure it wasn’t broken from the start?
“What did you-” The man choked up,
“Thought so.”
Winry then proves it’s pre-broken with some EXPERT AUTOMAIL NERD ASSESSMENT and:
“B-but she still damaged my merchandise. It’s filled with sand now!”
“Then we can solve that by cleaning it!”
A satisfied bold smile broke out on Winry’s face as she pulled out an array of tools that filled both her hands.
HER SPECIAL MOVE
I love that this keeps in line with the fact like no, Winry’s not a physical fighter, but she can save people in her own way. And it looks like this book is going to continue with the FIGHTING THE AUTOMAIL MAFIA plotline, so this like, means officially, that the answer to “what was Winry doing whenever she was offscreen in the manga” is “saving small children and fighting the automail mafia.”
Amazing. Incredible. Transcendent.
#nev reads the winry light novel#fullmetal alchemist#winry rockbell#also like garfiel told her not to get involved because it was too dangerous#SMASH CUT TO WINRY GETTING INVOLVED#truly she and ed are more alike than they'll ever admit
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Lost Princessa 13
Alright. Here is 13. There's a bit of angst (just a smidge) and some fluff here, but it's a necessary chapter to move us forward. Not my favorite chapter, but here it is.
Please don't copy, translate or duplicate any of my work on other platforms. One of me is enough.
Warnings: Cursing... and I think that's it. Maybe family arguing? Let me know if I missed something please?
Thanks @drabbles-mc and @iamthegraham. @iamthegraham there's some Hank x Megan fluff here for you. Enjoy.
Taza settled Megan at the table with a cup of coffee and asked Hank to watch her for a second while he went and got his paperwork from the office. When he came back, he found that Megan had migrated completely into Hank’s lap and Letty was taking notes for Coco about the photos.
Hank slowly rocked Megan while he spoke quietly on the phone to one of their local gang contacts. Unconsciously, one of his hands slid into her hair to cup the back of her neck and rub gently. Megan’s eyes closed and she melted into his arms.
Taza decided not to interfere with his daughter finally relaxing and sat at the next table over to do his paperwork.
Coco got up and went to make a plate for Megan after glancing at the clock. He urged Letty to make herself a plate too. He brought the plate over and sat it in front of Hank. “She should eat something, bro. Don’t want her blood sugar tanking again…” he said quietly.
Hank wrapped up his final phone call and nodded. “Thanks Coco. Found anything?”
“Nah - nothing we didn’t already know.”
Letty was reading back over the notes she’d taken for Coco. “Actually… I may have something.”
Taza’s head popped up from the price list he was looking over. “Whatcha got?”
“None of these pictures are of a house. They’re all public places. And none of them show Hank or Bishop… just Marcus and Taza and the others.” She spread them out to check again.
Taza stood to look with her. “You’re right. Good catch, Cariño. You’ve got a good eye for patterns, like your pop.”
Hank nudged Megan gently as Coco and Taza started discussing what this could mean. “C’mon, Princessa. Eat something for me. Please?”
“Really don’t wanna eat. Feel sick. He’s too close.” She tucked her face into the crook of Hank’s neck and closed her eyes.
“I know, Princessa. Just something small… you don’t have to eat much.” He continued to rub along the base of her skull. He looked over the plate and saw that Bish had ordered heavy food since they had planned to work in the yard. “Hey, Coco - got anymore of those crackers? She liked those.”
“Yeah man…” He pulled some out of a pocket of his kutte along with some sour gummies. “Here. Been keeping them just in case.” Letty tugged on the gummy pack and Coco gave them to her with a grin.
“Here - try these Princessa.” Hank urged her to sit up and eat the snack. “Hey Chuckie, got any mint tea anywhere around here?”
“Got some in the office. Would it help?” The strange little man perked up at being asked to do something.
“Yes, please. It’ll help settle her stomach.”
Chuckie scurried off to fetch the tea and Taza stood to heat some water.
By the time Megan had eaten enough to satisfy her mother-hens, the rest of the club was back. Angel and Gilly had found a sniper’s nest on the roof of one of the side buildings in the compound and sealed off all the entrances and exits. Some of the local crews had seen a guy matching Jimmy’s description getting out of a blue mustang which confirmed that he’d been tailing Megan in town. Taza explained that they thought that Jimmy didn’t know about the ranch or even Vicki’s since there were no pictures of either place.
“So - we’ve only for a few more days - right?” Creeper asked. “Why not just lock her down in a safe house until he can’t use her anymore?”
“Because, once he can’t use her as a shield anymore from the charges, he’ll kill her to keep her quiet on the attempted murder charge. No victim - no crime. We all know that.” Bishop said. “No - we gotta get rid of him once and for all, one way or another.”
We got -what- three days left before we hit that point? He knows she’s here. He also knows that he can play on Poquito’s tender hearted nature by threatening others.” Marcus puffed on a smoke. “How do we nail this bastard down?”
The men discussed the merits of all sorts of plans, but it came down to them simply not knowing enough yet. Megan finally spoke from her place on the couch between Taza and Hank. “There’s only one way to actually draw him out, and you ALL know it.” She looked at each of them but they wouldn’t meet her eyes. “You know what he wants. Give it to him. Me as bait works wonders. Besides - it’s a no lose situation for the club. Either you eliminate a threat to the club, or he does it for you.”
The silence in the room was heavy as all the men took deep breaths. Megan watched the shock bleed from their faces to be replaced by pure determination.
Angel - ever impulsive - spoke first. “That ain’t a no lose situation, Princessa. Not by a long shot.”
Gilly shook his head. “When will you see - you’re family. Familia. Something happens to you and we all bleed, Princessa.”
She shook her head. “You don’t even know me. Last week I didn’t exist to y’all. Next week could be the same. Protect the club. Family comes second the moment you put on that kutte.” She looked at Marcus. “That’s what you said in your stories, right? It’s part of the warning you guys give prospects before they join. When you put on that kutte it’s Mayans first - everything else takes a step back.”
“But you are part of this too - you’re Taza’s kid, Ma. That means something. Makes you Mayan by association.” Coco ashed his cigarette.
“True Mayans first, Coco.” She looked at him again and sat up straight. “We can either do this my way, or his way. Anything else has too much of a possibility of you guys getting hurt.”
“What EXACTLY are you suggesting, Megan?” Bishop asked quietly as he sipped on a tumbler of whiskey.
“You aren’t seriously thinking of this Obispo?” Taza asked angrily.
“Hear her out first.”
Megan shrugged. “I’ll make the phone call. Set up a meet. I go in alone and when he takes me you take him out. Simple enough. Especially since he has no idea who you are or what you do.” She folded her hands in her lap. “We can do it my way with you guys backing me up, or we can do it his way where I sneak away and he wins. Those are the only options that I see working and keeping everyone safe.”
“Everyone except you..” Hank growled.
She smiled softly at him. “You can’t see the situation clearly. You’re too worried about me being hurt. Remove yourself from that fear and you’ll see that my plan is the only one that makes logical sense. One life on the line versus nine. Numbers don’t lie, Hank.”
“I don’t give a shit about numbers, Princessa. You facing him alone has NEVER been an option,” Hank growled again.
Taza nodded. “Hank’s right. Not an option, Chica. You go no where alone.”
“No one rides alone right now. That includes you, Chuckie.” Bishop spoke up. “We gotta clear our heads and gather some supplies. Gonna be a long couple of days. Let’s lock down here for a bit.”
The men made plans for how to lock the club house down properly. It was decided that rather than risk anyone outside of the club proper by going home or locking down at a residence, locking down the club house was preferable. It was decided to go in groups of three to gather things like clothes or groceries. The girls would make lists of things they needed and their dads would get their things. They would stay at the club house with at least six brothers at all times. No chances were to be taken with Letty and Megan.
Megan and Letty went to make their lists.
Hank ran his hands down his face in frustration. “She doesn’t get it, does she?”
“Get what, Hermano?” Bishop asked as he finished his whiskey.
“She doesn’t understand that we will fight for her to stay safe, does she?”
“I don’t think anyone has ever given a shit about her before. She’s always been everyone’s last choice.” Coco watched her interact with his own daughter. He turned to look at Hank. “You gotta remember that, man. She’s gotta be your first choice if you actually want her.”
Alvarez stepped back inside from updating Devante on their current predicament just in time to catch Coco’s explanation for Megan’s attitude. “He’s right, brother. She needs to know she’s your priority. Give me a list of things you need. I’ll get your shit and you stay with Poquito. She’s most likely to listen to you right now if things get hairy. Keep her safe, Tranq.”
Hank nodded. “My go-bag should already be packed at Mom’s. I repacked it after the Vegas run. I’ll call her and let her know you’re coming.”
Alvarez patted his shoulder and went to go get ready to ride with the first group of Coco and Taza.
Later that evening, the club house looked like some demented sleepover from a movie. Creeper and Gilly had both brought gaming systems and hooked them up to the TVs for entertainment purposes. Chuckie was in his element running the kitchen. Megan was behind the bar and actually enjoying herself. Gilly was trying to get her to come play a video game, but she kept refusing as his requests got more and more goofy as the night went on.
Hank sat nursing a beer at the bar near her. He watched her throw her head back as she laughed. He chuckled himself, as she turned to smile over her shoulder at him. He finally waved her over to rescue her from Gilly threatening to beg on his knees for her to come play UFC fighting games with him.
“Need a refill?” She smiled and leaned over the bar towards him. At Letty’s insistence, she’d changed into pajamas that the younger girl had begged Coco to buy them. They matched. Letty’s were pink with crowns on them and Megan’s were purple. It was Letty’s way of cheering Megan up a bit with the insistence that they enjoy the “sleepover” while they could.
“Nah, but I do think it’s time for the Prospect to take over for a bit.” He smiled. “Angel brought some movies. Come sit and watch one with me?”
She narrowed her eyes suspiciously. “What movies?”
“Probably a bunch of mindless action movies. Maybe some horror.” He smiled. “Promise I’ll even let you pick.”
“Will there be snacks?” she grinned.
Hank laughed at her eager face. “Anything you want, Princessa.”
“Okay, but I want popcorn or no dice.”
“Yes ma’am!” He waved EZ over. “Prospect, take the bar. Princessa and I have a date with a movie. You grab some drinks, and I’ll go brave Chuckie for your popcorn.”
She laughed and turned to grab glass bottled cokes from the fridge behind the bar.
EZ gave her a half smile as he stepped around to take her position behind the bar. “Go, Princessa. I’ve got this. Let me know if you need refills.”
“Thanks, Prospect.” She winked and went to look through the pile of movies that Angel had brought to pass the time.
“Oh! I see how it is! She’ll leave the bar for Hank, but not for me! I’m wounded!” Gilly play pouted and acted as if she’d stabbed him.
“Oh, shut up ya goof!” She stuck her tongue out at him and chose the first Fast and Furious movie from the DVD pile on the coffee table before claiming the smaller of the two televisions for their movie.
Hank returned with a big bowl of popcorn and a plate of Chuckie’s cookies. “Chuckie likes you, Princessa. He made you double chocolate chip.” He settled into the corner of the couch after putting the cookies on the scarred coffee table next to their drinks. “What are we watching?”
“Angel brought like five of the Fast and Furious movies so naturally…”
“Good choice.” He patted the cushion beside him and Megan crawled up to curl into his side comfortably.
After about twenty minutes, Letty abandoned the pool game she’d been playing with Coco and came to join them. She grabbed two of the woven blankets that Taza had brought from the ranch and offered one to Megan before settling with her own in the floor in front of their couch. Hank helped Megan cover up and shifted so she could recline against his chest.
By the second movie (which Letty was so helpful as to put in for them) the popcorn and cookies were gone. The rest of the club had come to join them in various positions in the floor and furniture around them. Chuckie provided hot drinks before joining them for the marathon.
Taza had taken up the position at the other end of the couch with Megan’s feet in his lap and sharing her blanket. He watched as they moved into the third movie and then the fourth and his daughter’s eyes get heavier and heavier. Chuckie had put some whiskey in the last batch of hot chocolate he’d brought which had only helped her relax more after her protests about the alcohol. “It’s medicinal, Chica. It’ll help your nerves.”
By the middle of the fourth movie, Megan was completely asleep leaning against Hank’s chest with Taza gently holding her lower legs. Bishop looked to Taza to confirm that she was out cold. At Taza’s nod, he gestured to Coco, Gilly, Angel and EZ.
Coco pressed a kiss to the sleeping Letty’s head and slipped out with the younger brothers and Bishop. By the time Megan woke up the next morning, they were determined that she’d be a free woman. They were going hunting.
#mayans mc#che taza romero#lost princessa#mayans mc fanfic#taza x daughter!oc#hank loza#megan x hank
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Frank’s Dementia in 11a
Points to discuss:
Moments where Frank forgot.
Things he might be able to remember.
Other characters finding out.
Aftermath...
So to start of, I made a list of every instance in SEASON ELEVEN A, where Frank’s memory seemed a bit off, I’m not gonna analyze the whole series for this but I’m sure there’s more there. Now:
Moments Where Frank Forgot
11x01
1. Frank’s History of Chicago
While this does appear to imply just the opening monologue, there are actually several moments throughout the episode where Frank is talking about the Gallagher’s running Chicago to Alan. And while this seems like typical “Frank being drunk nonsense”, plus a spectacular opening to the season... I now see it in a different light especially after:
2. Frank’s Memory Elixir
Frank LITERALLY has a line asking for “memory elixir”, meaning booze, which Alan hands him. Ironic since he has ALCOHOLIC DEMENTIA. You can’t tell me that wasn’t intentional!
3. He Forgot Bars Were Closed
Now, I may be reaching here... BUT when Frank enters The Alibi for the first time this season (what a grand enterence btw) he says “I heard somewhere all bars were open again”. V responds by saying something along the lines of “three weeks ago maybe” and that the mayor shut them down again. Frank says “Well who the hell can keep track”. And okay, yeah maybe Frank genuinely didn’t know... but this is the bar he goes to EVERYDAY. Not to mention if they shut down less than THREE WEEKS AGO, Frank should know... idk this one might not count but I added it anyway. Kermit is unaware of bars being open/shut down in 11x03 so moving on:
11x02
4. The Alibi’s Secret Enterence
Okay, again REACHING! However, when Frank entered The Alibi through the Keg Zone door he forgot to use the “secret knock” and Kev had to remind him about it. Now in 11x01 he used the front door (and I’m not sure he knew to use the other door in that ep) but still at least he remembered to use the correct door in 11x02.
11x03
This is where it got noticeable.. strap in, here we go:
5. Taking Franny to School
He took her to the wrong school. This is the same person that knows the Southside perhaps better than his kids (lol), like the back of his hand! He not only took her to the wrong school but a middle/grade school. Franny is in elementary/preschool school. You can see in WHM’s face here that Frank was confused...
6. Uncle V and Aunt Kev
Maybe just a comedic slip up, but Frank calls Kev and V “Uncle V and Aunt Kev” as opposed to what they really are. Maybe he forgot? I’m reaching LOL.
7. Debbie Is Not Fiona
Frank talks about one of his favorite MEMORIES with Franny’s mom: Debbie, but “oh no, maybe that was Fiona”. Small moment, typical Frank but... nonetheless, poor memory. The writers are smart by mentioning Fiona in this scene... it’s “a Fiona mention”, we’re going to remember this, and that’s probably why they did it.
8. The Paper Store
Yeah, this was the first red flag for me and if I can recall, the moment EVERYONE knew something seemed off. Frank, walks out of the paper store with Franny and cannot remember where he is, or where they are headed. Once he is reminded of their “goals” for the day (by Franny, a five year old) he proceeds to head to the paper store... Franny once again let’s him know that they already went there and Frank notices the paper already in his (Franny’s) backpack. Ouch.
11x04
9. The Nation of Islam
Ooo this one hurt! After Frank suggests to visit The Nation of Islam in an attempt to get their help to get rid of the Milkoviches, him, Kev, and Liam do. We SEE them go there. It’s a whole scene, so later in the episode when Frank suggests to go ask them for help AGAIN as if it were a completely new idea, we as an audience know they already did that. As Kevin says they “JUST did that”. Frank forgot. Shit.
11x05
10. Mrs.McCurdy
Frank discusses with Kev about murdering Mrs.McCurdy, later he tries to murder her. We see it, we remember it becaue she grabbed Frank’s dick. It was funny, the scene evoked laughter, it forces the audience to remember it. Frank mindlessly walks into The Alibi and Kev asks Frank if he “did the thing”. Now at first Frank is confused. They were using “quotation talk” earlier so yeah I get it, but then when Kevin is more direct with Frank, Frank thinks Kev is implying that he had sex with Mrs.McCurdy... Frank is clearly confused. Only then does Kev point out that he meant MURDER. Frank takes a second, again if you watch he does not know what Kev is talking about, but then it hits him, and he remembers. Thus continuing the convo like nothing.
11x06
11. Monica
Now this one REALLY hurt. Frank’s first scene of the episode is a sex scene between him and Letty. She’s blonde, and Frank calls her Monica. He truly believes he is sleeping with Monica, only Monica is dead, she been since season seven. When Letty mentions that she isn’t Monica (thinking Frank calling her that was only a sex thing), we see WHM’s brilliant preformence once again. Frank doesn’t know what Letty means, he thinks she’s Monica. Then when he realizes she isn’t, he gets this lost dejected look on his face. He’s confused and knows that he keeps getting confused.
Frank says “I gotta get to work”. Letty asks him where he works and Frank is left bewildered.
12. Seven
Okay so remember Frank and Franny’s adventure in 11x03? Frank visits a dry cleaners to get some weed. They make a point of Franny saying that Frank will pay SEVEN for the weed. No offer is made and Frank must get it somewhere else. Throughout the episode Frank refterences SEVEN to Kev & V as the asking price to sell. We as an audience are forced to remember SEVEN. Also in 11x03, as Debbie frantically looks for Frank/Franny, she visits the dry cleaners where they were (retracing their steps). We as an audience have been there twice.
Now, in 11x06 Frank goes to pick up an order but like, we already saw him go there episodes ago. When the woman behind the counter literally tells him she has nothing for him and he argues with her, WE KNOW she is right. Once again, Frank forgot. I’m so sad. Not only that but Kev and V don’t have Frank going on runs anymore. Ian & Mickey are doing it... Frank is legit lost and forgot that he’s not doing that anymore, Kev tells him he’s not in 11x04.
Ms.G even says to Frank that she doesn’t need to write anything down to remember it because the “Mind’s a steel trap”. She doesn’t owe him... she can use her mind to remember where Frank cannot. The irony.
13. Pedestrian, Blue, Handlebar (abc)
a) Frank getting hit in the head results in him having a visit to the hospital where a nurse discovers that Frank has no clue how he got there and more specifically, how he got hit in the first place.
b) The saddest part, when asked his name he remembers FRANK. But has to look down at her sheet to know his last name is GALLAGHER. This is the man who walks around saying “It’s up to Frank Gallagher to save the neighborhood”. He forgot his last name.
c) The scene goes on, the nurse asks him to remember three words: pedestrian, blue, and handlebar. They discuss other things, then she asks him to tell her those words. It’s so abundantly clear that Frank just cannot. He doesn’t remember. He was told like 30sec ago and gets, for the first time ASHAMED. He’s the most shameless person ever (hence the title of the show) but now the tides have turned. He “doesn’t wanna play this game anymore”. Frank can recognize AGAIN that he is confused, only now he is forced to face it. The nurse noticed, she runs some tests and Frank learns that he has early stages of alcoholic dementia. This isn’t his liver, he can’t get a new one, this is his brain.
14. + 15. Letty & Terry
Just two bonuses, Frank wanders aimlessly into the Alibi again (like in 11x05) because it’s routine for him. Letty calls him over. Frank forgot they were supposed to meet there. :(
Frank and Terry on the porch: Maybe it’s just bad writing or they were trying to make a point but like a “Gallagher-Milkovich War” never happened??? We watched the show for 11 seasons... Also are the Milkoviches actually from Poland Frank? I’ll excuse that one cuz Ian mentioned it too, but I thought they wer Ukrainian. These seem like writing mistakes tho so oops.
Things He Might Be Able To Remember
Frank has his and Franny’s name tattooed on his body... he literally forgot his last name at the hospital. And if he forgets a bunch in 11b then that’ll be the payoff for the tattoo... he might not know why the tattoo is there or who the people are listed on his arm, or even what it means exactly, but he will know that Frank loves Franny.
Where he lives. Frank never threw out the paper with his diagnosis. He might remember his home, however the conflict comes in the fact that the Gallaghers might be selling it. He needs to be around people/places that are familiar to him. This could jeopardize his memory.
The Alibi is where Frank seems to just walk to or go to whenever he has no clue where he is or going but it’s subtle. I could see him getting lost and no one knowing where he is and Frank just being at the Alibi beacuse idk muscle memory? He’s on autopilot.
Early stages of ALCOHOLIC Dementia can improve. Like if maybe Frank were to tell someone and if he wasn’t removed from the Gallagher house, and oh I don’t know if Frank STOPPED DRINKING, he could remember. But I don’t think we’re heading in that direction, especially if the house is sold, and let’s face it... it looks that way.
Fiona? Will he forget her... this all feels reminiscent of 4x11.
Other Characters Finding Out
Franny, Kevin, and Liam, are the only people who have REALLY been subject to the possibility of noticing... but think about it. Franny is too young to notice anything, Kevin is not the brightest bulb, he doesn’t seem to realize it either, and Liam was exposed to it once, but at that time he was so scared about the Milkoviches that he didn’t notice it. Maybe if he saw it again, he would. Liam is smart enough.
I wonder if the Gallaghers will just find out the hard way (,like those stills from 11x08 are making me think,) or if anyone will begin to seriously pick up on it. I intially thought they would show Frank forgetting in front of each character until someone was able to notice but scratch that. They seem to be setting Lip up on the “alcoholic path” this season, (and I may go more into depth about that one another time, it’s another big post if I do get into it). But what will the Gallagher’s reactions/feelings be towards Frank’s diagnosis? Mickey and Ian had many Terry/Frank discussions in 11x06 literally setting up for it. It hurt when they all kept dismissing Frank because yup, they don’t know yet. They would have to help him in order to keep his memory maintained, but that’s the thing... Frank’s pride. He might deny their help even if they actually were to give it to him... Either way, I’m “looking forward” to see how this all unravels and how everyone finds out and what their reactions will be, which brings me to my final topic:
Aftermath...
So what happens? Will they sell the house, potentially causing Frank to forget? Will he not know his kids, his history? Will he die? Will Frank finally stop drinking... yeah I doubt that... So what WILL happen? Will the Gallaghers be left to take care of Frank? Will they even do that? Will he remember them?
What if in 1x01 Frank’s narration IS his memory? We see him talking about his kids to someone? It circles back? I don’t know, but either way I expect this whole thing to pull on our heartstrings. When the rest of the regulars find out... it’s gonna get real, and rough.
Interesting stuff coming up in 11b I’m sure. Let’s see how this plays out for our Protagonist and Patriarch: Frank Gallagher.
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Nanny, Part 3
Gif Credit: @angels-reyes
Another long one babies, but stay with me! The good stuff is comin! 😈 if I missed you in my tags please message me and let ya girl know. ❤️
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After you all came back from the beach Letty stopped you in the kitchen. “Hey Y/N, what are you doing today?”
You were currently making a snack for Natalie who was patiently playing on the floor literally at your side. “I guess just hang out here, I mean whatever everyone else wants to do is fine with me.”
“Lame, hey wanna go shopping? There’s a mall not that from here I already googled it.” She picked up her phone and shows you the screen.
“Okay sure, let me just let Angel know I’m taking Natalie. One sec.” you walk over to the living room where Angel was sat and place an arm on his shoulder and he instinctively brings his hand up to rest on yours. “Hey Letty and I were going to head to the mall, do some shopping so I’m taking Natalie with.”
He lays his head back on the couch and looks up at you, “Nah leave her with me. You’re not on the clock querida, have fun.”
You and Letty grab your things and head out. EZ was in the living room with Angel coloring with Natalie and she was force feeding him some of her snacks. Just then EZ’s phone went off and it was a text from Letty.
“Ok go! Our plan starts now.”
“So what’s going on with you and Y/N?”
Angel looked confused, “what do you mean? I don’t know man you’re the one who told me to bring her here.”
EZ rolled his eyes, “yeah but I mean, are you gonna ask her out? Apparently she’s been talking about it with Letty non stop. She’s been all like when is angel finally gonna ask me out? Angels so cute blah blah and we all know you have a thing for her. We saw you in the water today.”
Angel cocked an eyebrow in his brothers direction. “Yo can you stop eating my kids food? You guys didn’t see shit today in the water. We were all in the water messing around..... she said that? She really wants me to ask her out? Like on a date or some shit?”
EZ nodded his head “yeah I mean not some shit but a date. You know she’s lowkey she won’t say anything about it especially not to you. I say go for it. She’s a good girl Angel.”
“Man shut up..” angel leaned back against the couch and thought for a while before finally speaking up again “hey you think you could keep an eye on Natalie tonight?”
“Yeah of course” just then EZ pulled his phone out and sent a text to Letty.
“Alright he’s in. I’m pretty sure he’s going to ask her out tonight. Also we have to baby sit Natalie. It’s all you now. Don’t mess it up.”
Smiling at her phone Letty looked up at the outfit you had on. “Daaaaaamn girl! Yes! You need to get that. Like now. Wait til Angel sees you in this, he’s going to lose his shit!”
You snapped your head back so fast “wait Angel? Why would Angel care?”
“Oh come on, the man is basically swooning over you. It’s kinda nauseating. We all see how he looks at you and all he talks about with Coco is how he so badly wishes you’d give him a chance, how he wants to ask you out but you’d never want to go out with a guy like him.”
You furrowed your brows and smoothed your outfit over your curves while looking in the mirror. “He really said that? That’s not true. Angel’s amazing. He’s so kind, gentle, smart, he’s such a good dad and he’s so funny.” Your mind trailed off to all of the other things you wanted to say .. how he was so sexy, how he gave you butterflies just at the mention of your name, how delicious his lips looked, how intoxicating his scent was. How all you wanted to do was grip his biceps while you grind your hips into him..
“Helllooooo.... are you even listening to me?” Letty snaps her fingers in your face.
“Sorry what?”
“You need the outfit. Get it!”
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“Damn what you guys do buy the whole mall?” Coco notices the many bags in your hands as you head inside.
“A little retail therapy never hurt no one coco” you said as you winked at him. Heading into your room to put your things down, you heard a knock at the door and was surprised to see Angel on the other end.
“Oh hey, what’s up? Everything okay?” You studied Angels face and suddenly your heart began to ache at the thought of Angel thinking he wasn’t enough.
“Yeah, you wanna get something to eat? I never really thanked you for coming over in the middle of the night the other day.”
“Oh, Angel you don’t have to-”
“Nah come on, I already asked EZ to watch Natalie for a bit, I saw this Italian place on the way here. Be ready by 7.” He walked away quickly leaving you no room to protest.
7 came quick. You did a once over in the mirror and tussled your hair before feeling satisfied and walked out into the living room. Coco and Angel were in conversation when Coco looked in your direction, eyes wide, slapping Angel on the chest. Angel glanced up and did a double take before swallowing hard. “Fuck meeeee” he whispered. The outfit you bought earlier today was turning heads in every direction.
“Ready?” You ask Angel who looks absolutely flustered.
“Yeah yeah, let’s go.” As you turn to walk away Cocos eyes travel to your ass. Angel notices and delivers a quick jab to his stomach “stop asshole.”
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Dinner was amazing, the place was a little upscale so you were glad you were dressed appropriately. You couldn’t help but notice the prices next to everything and kicked yourself for letting him take You here and not somewhere more laid back.
“So..... ice cream?” Angel asked as you both got up to leave the restaurant. You smiled that warm smile, the one that made him feel like putty in your hands “ugh yes! Ice cream!”
You found an ice cream spot along the beach front and decided to go with a banana split to share.
Angel looked at you for a few seconds before finally breaking the silence, “So, what about you?”
You look over at him “me? What about me?”
“You want kids one day?”
“Oh, yeah. I want a bunch of em,” you chuckle before continuing on, “like 3, maybe 4. I grew up with a small family. Parents were shit and I have a sister but uhhhh.. we were never really close. So I want my kids to have the best parents and have each other when I’m gone. Make those memories you know? What about you? Do you want to have anymore some day?”
Angel took a bite of the banana split before passing you the bowl. “I don’t know. I never really thought about it. My life is fucked up and crazy as it is.. and it’s just me and Natalie. If I ever find someone crazy and fucked up as me, then maybe.”
You looked down at the sand and asked the question you had been wanting to ask for 4 long months, “so, your ex, Natalie’s mom, what happened?”
“Shit I don’t know. We were engaged, then pregnant, then we had Natalie and it all just fell apart. I started working a lot and she spent a lot of time with pop and the baby, and one day she just left and never came back. Left me. Left our kid. I haven’t heard from her since. Man and I didn’t know what I was doing it was all fucked up. I still can’t even take care of my kid without someone’s help. Sad huh?”
You put the now empty bowl of ice cream on the sand and placed your hand over Angels. “Nope. Not at all. For what it’s with Angel, I think you’re an incredible dad who loves his baby. And I think you were dealt a shitty hand and you’re doing the best you can. And that’s all Natalie will care about.”
Angel took your hand in his, “thank you for everything you do Y/N. Natalie loves you. And I’m glad she has you around. I’m so relieved that you told Letty you been wanting me to ask you out. Shit it’s like a weight was lifted!”
You let out a laugh before realizing what he said “wait, she said that I’ve been wanting you to ask me out? I never told her that... as a matter of fact she said you wanted to ask me out.."
“What? I didn’t say that yeah me and EZ were talking when you went to the mall and —-"
“Those assholes... they set us up.” You let out another laugh and Angel laughs with you. “I don’t know what’s funnier, the fact that we let them set us up or the fact that I’ve never heard you swear until tonight."
You threw your head back in laughter “oh I swear all the time!”
“Well, I guess we should be getting back. I don’t know how much longer I trust Natalie in a house full of those pushovers. She’ll be running it when we get there.” He stood up and lent you his hand to help you up. You began walking back but he still had a hold on your hand.
“Are you coming?” You ask as you turn to face him.
“Yeah, it’s just... you look... incredible mi dulce.. I mean not just today, all the time , but right now? God damn. I just needed you to know how amazing you look. And I’m trying to be respectful and shit but it’s getting hard the more I look at you.”
He walks closer to you and you can feel your heart beat pick up and your cheeks flush. His hands find their way to your hips and you look up at him, there’s a gleam in his eyes that you’ve never seen before, hungry, dark, filled with lust.
His face is so close to yours you can feel his breath on your lips, and you instinctively lick your own. “And all I wanna do right now is kiss you because I been wanting to do that for a while now and it’s driving me fuckin crazy.
“Angel..” your voice barely a whisper and he gently kisses you. You felt like your body was going to explode at just his kiss. Like in the movies where time stops and it’s just the two of you. How cliche were you?
Your hands resting on his forearms as he pulls you flush against him and traces your lips with his tongue. You let him in and the kiss becomes more desperate, but still gentle, and you don’t know how long you were standing there before he broke it to look at you again, resting his forehead against yours.
“Let’s get back.”
You felt dizzy and flustered and turned on and your butterflies in your stomach were on overdrive. You’ve never seen this side of Angel before and it was the best thing you have experienced. He held your hand the whole drive home and when you got back he stopped you at the front door.
“Oh my god they’re back!! EZ they’re here!” Letty whispered. They watched the two of you from the front windows like little kids on Christmas morning.
“I need more.” He pulled you in by his waist again and you let out a small laugh before meeting his lips again. He moved his kisses down your cheek, your jaw, chin, and neck and then guided you to the wall at the front porch. You were backed against the wall and his lips found yours again.
EZ covered Lettys eyes and she scoffed before slapping his hand down. “Holy shit! They’re into each other i fuckin knew it!” She said.
“Shit move they’re coming back in.” EZ dropped down on the couch pretended to be interested in whatever show was on tv.
“So, you guys have fun?” He asked as you and Angel made your way inside.
You greeted him with a smirk, “yeah it was nothin special.” And winked in Angels direction. “I’m going to bed, goodnight guys.” And you headed into your room.
You closed the door and leaned against it when you were in your room. You let out a long sigh and closed your eyes with a smile on your face. What the fuck was happening? Did that really just happen? You really kissed Angel? You were on cloud 9. You removed your makeup and changed into your pajamas and got into bed. Laying there, looking up at the ceiling, it was right then you realized that YOU were in trouble.
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Good Enough.
Request: Hey! I love your work! I was wondering if you could do a fluffy Coco Cruz imagine? Where the reader is a bit bigger than the average girl and feeling insecure about it? If not, I totally understand! Thank you love!
A/n: Sorry, it took so long but I hope you like it. Thank you for requesting! 💞
“Can you believe he’s actually with her?”
“I heard he’s only with her because of a bet.”
“There’s no way he actually has sex with her.”
The murmurs of gossip were around you everywhere you went. It was the price you paid for living in a small town, where everyone knew each other. Especially when you were dating one of the members of the notorious Mayans. Your relationship with him was never a secret and he was never one to hide it. But it was like the second everyone knew who Coco was seeing, everything you do or wear was the topic. Especially the women.
Today’s topic happened to be how you looked. Your entire body was nitpicked the second you enter the clubhouse. That place was packed with women that were at least half your size, and their presence never really bothered you until now. You had decided to drop off Coco’s lunch and was immediately met with angry glares.
You try to not let the words affect you as much as they truly did. You were never a size 2 and as you grew you grew to love your curves. Or at least appreciate what you had. Coco never failed to make sure to appreciate you every chance he got.
But now standing in front of the mirror in only your underwear. You thought of the words that were constantly on your mind since you left the Mayan’s clubhouse. Your eyes scanned your body and everywhere you looked, you saw imperfections. It made you doubt every single bit of confidence you had. Pinching your skin in between your two fingers suddenly made your soul hurt just by looking at it.
The stretch marks on your hips stood out the most and you ran your fingers over them. Your hips had grown during your high school years and you spent those years hiding your body under the baggiest clothes you had in your closet. Those stretch marks were forever imprinted there and sometimes it hurts to look at them. Today it happened to be a little extra pain.
Your thighs, your belly, the cellulite under your butt. It was all too much and your vision became blurry as you continue to pick at yourself. Were you always this big? Did you eat too many pieces of pizza during your girl’s night with Letty?
The tears slipped down your face and you reached up to brush them away when someone else beat you to it.
You were too into your thoughts and had not realized Coco was home.
“What’s wrong baby?” His voice instantly warmed your entire body, his presence alone was calming. The heat of his body made you want to run into his embrace and never look back.
You could feel your face flush because you were completely vulnerable in front of him and Coco could see every little detail of your body. A confused look appeared on his face when he saw that you tried to cover your body, shielding yourself from his eyes.
In the most gentle tone ever Coco spoke, “Why would you try and hide yourself from me, beautiful?”
His brown eyes searched your face, and your heart swelled at the way he cradled your face as if you were the most fragile thing in the world.
You loved that about him. With everybody else he was this scary guy but when it was just the two of you he was the sweetest guy you have ever met. No one knew that side of him, you were the only one that had the chance.
At the thought of that, your eyes became glossy with tears. You didn’t deserve him like that. He was better off when someone skinnier and prettier. Someone who can fit into the average size of jeans. Someone who wasn’t you.
You stood in your thoughts as Coco wrapped your silk rope around your body, pulling you closer when you were all covered up.
“Y/n, I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s going on.” Coco voice brought you out of your negative thoughts.
The knot in your throat aches when you swallowed, trying to form sentences.
“I’m not good enough for you Johnny. Don’t you see it.”
His eyebrows furrowed at your words. It pained you to see how much it affected him.
Sitting you down on the bed, you watched as he kneeled down in front of you. His hand reaching out to cradled your face once again. The small sigh subconsciously came out of your mouth the second you felt his rough hand on your cheek. It was comforting.
Your eyes met his and you almost gasped at the sight of his cold hard glare. You never really got the chance to see him in that light, and it you had to admit it was a scary sight.
“Who said that shit, baby tell me right now.”
Shaking your head at him, your eyes fill with tears, “It doesn’t matter who said it Johnny, it’s the truth. Everywhere I go, I hear the whispers, the rumors, the snide comments about my diet. Or about how lucky I am that you even look in my direction”
By the time you finished you were ugly crying, big fat tears rolled down your face and you couldn’t stop it. It was like you finally opened up a bottle inside of you and you couldn’t stop it from flowing out.
You were defeated, you had let those skinny bitches win.
Everything was silent in the room and the only thing you could focus on was the way Coco’s thumb caressed your leg. It was calming and you kept your eyes on his hand, remembering the way his rough skin felt on your smooth legs.
Your trance was broken by an angry Coco staring back at you, “I’ll fucking kill them, I swear Y/n say the words and I’ll fucking do it.”
Your tears long forgotten, you blink at the sight in front of you, “What?”
“Those fucking putas, I know it was them. All they good at is starting shit. I’ll fucking put a bullet straight through their heads.”
You sniffle, the urge to cry again becomes unbearable at this point. His hand raises to brush the tears away and pulled against his chest. He cradles your head with his hand, as he gently presses kisses to the side of your head. The both of you stayed there for a moment, enjoying the way you felt protected in his arms.
Pulling away slightly from him, you met his eyes, “You can’t just go and try to kill people that made me cry Johnny, that’s murder.”
Coco chuckles, “I’d do it though, for you I’ll murder any motherfucker who makes you feel less worthy. Because you are, you are worthy baby. Every single piece of you.”
The way the words spill out of his mouth made you shiver. He was so sincere with every word. His stare made you feel like a mess again, and you were sure the water works were on their way back.
“Y/n I love you.”
Coco place his forehead against yours, his large hand cupping your cheeks. His thumb rubbing across your cheekbone and you close your eyes at the sensation.
“You are the most beautiful thing in this world to me. And I’m sorry that I haven’t done my best to convince you but god damn Y/n please stop thinking you’re not good enough for me. Or for anyone.”
You open your eyes, a small gasp leaves your lips as you stare right back at Coco’s watery eyes. Your heart ached at the sight in front of you, it was a rare sight. Coco never showed his emotional side but he did for you. And that alone meant the world.
“I love you, I love the way you accept me for me and accept my mistakes. The way you accept Letty as your own. And she loves you. You wanna know why? Because you’re you. You’re a real woman, a strong one. That’s the type of woman I want my daughter to look up too.”
Coco nudged his nose against yours, breathing in your smell. It was comforting and you let out a teary laugh. Every little insecurity making its way out and replacing it was a warm loving feeling.
“You gotta love yourself baby. Because god knows I do, all your curves and your edges.”
A loud laugh escaped your mouth as Coco wiggled his eyebrows looking down in between the both of you. You were going to alright, there were going to be hard days but with Coco by your side, you were going to get through them.
Together.
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Starstruck (1)
Pairing: Chris Beck x Reader
Words: 3445
Warnings: Bullying. Nothing else.
Prompt: “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
A/N: This is for one of my absolute favs @moonbeambucky . I love you dude :) Congrats on the milestone friend and yeeepepepe I hope you like this. Chris is getting his MA degree and reader is an undergrad. I don’t remember writing anything for our favorite spaceman so tell me how it is please and thank you. And sorry it is so last minute I am still struggling with writing.
Part 2
Pretending you didn’t just hear Emily mock your major for god knows what time this week, you plugged your headphones in and blasted some music in hopes to tune her out. You laughed at your own joke, and read the paragraph again to try and learn something.
Hmm, tune her out, that was funny Y/N!
But the harder you tried to focus, the louder and more obnoxious everyone became. You knew what they were doing, you knew why they kept on teasing you, and you thought ignoring them would eventually make it stop but that wasn’t the case. You’d never feel self-conscious about your major but sometimes, they hit you right where it hurt. Too many nights were spent crying just because they called you stupid or slow or unnecessary.
It’s okay, they don’t understand what the world would be life if music didn’t exist. Just ignore them. Don’t let them get to you.
Thinking back to when you started living here, you couldn’t help but sigh because all of this was avoidable had you not listened to your friend. Yes the price was lower than everywhere else, especially for this campus, and you weren’t far from where your classes met, even the grocery store was a minute away. Fine, this was the best deal and you’d probably not change your decision just because some assholes had issues.
They’re all leaving this weekend anyway so just power through this Y/N alright. You can do this. Fucking power through it and you’ll do gr-
You looked up as soon as you heard the front door opening, a part of you for once wishing this man was not walking through the door right now and was that his friend behind him?
“How did I just get to see your place man?” The blonde man asked before remembering he should probably leave his umbrella outside. You frowned when you noticed just how much it was raining, realizing there was no way you’d attempt to go to the library now.
The brunette glared at him before turning to you, a small smile adorning his face for a second right as he walked past you. You heard him ascending the two flights of stairs to your floor, probably to get something from his room and leave again. He was the only one living on the same floor as you, the other six being on the first and ground floors.
You snapped out of your haze when you heard someone tapping on your book, causing you to jump and take your headphones out.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you. I’m Liam by the way.” He pulled out a chair and sat next to you, flipping the book to see what you were studying.
“Well this is fun,” he commented while pointing at the organic chemistry problems, making you cringe at his reaction because who in their right mind would call organic chemistry fun?
“Easy for you to say, this isn’t my major and frankly, I can’t stand it.” You crossed your arms, smiling a little because there was a cute blondie laughing at what you said. “I’m going to be honest with you, this is the shit I deal with on a daily basis and I agree with you. Can’t fucking stand it most of the times, especially when that genius upstairs makes it look like a piece of cake.”
“Oh? W-what’re you guys studying?” Knowing you’d never have the guts to ask your ‘neighbor,’ your curiosity got the best of you and blurted out the question before you can stop yourself. “We’re not in the same program actually but I’m in biomedical engineering and Chris over there is m-”
“Your late friend.” Chris came running down the stairs, wearing a NASA sweatshirt and a leather jacket on top and if you weren’t so occupied with what you just heard the girls in the other room were saying, you’d have gotten a better look at him. “Hey man we have a few minutes, I was just telling your cute housemate what you’re doing. You know she’s studying organic chemistry right? Maybe you c-”
“Liam I told you we needed to cut lunch short and now you’re being a dickhead again. Let’s go. Sorry Y/N!” Chris grabbed his friend and shoved him out the door but not before you heard his friend looking back at you and whispering “the Y/N? That’s Y/N??” You waved goodbye when they left, turning around and seeing Emily and Letty staring you down while the guys tried to catch their attention again. You’d think people would grow out of that phase in university but nope.
You dove back into your book and ignored them, trying your hardest not to think about Liam and who you now know as Chris. An hour later, you finally had the house to yourself, knowing fully well that everyone else was probably partying somewhere. Everyone has finished their finals, including you, except unlike everyone, you didn’t pass all of yours. Luckily, your professor grew very fond of you and appreciated how much time and effort you put into his class, informing you that while he takes your improvement into account, he couldn’t possibly pass you with that final grade. So you concluded with an agreement, if he gives you a chance to retake the final, you’d help him grade the other classes’ finals as well. When he smiled and shook your hands enthusiastically, you were relieved.
Two chapters and three cups of coffee later, you knew you couldn't stay awake any longer. As you packed your stuff and headed to your room, you couldn’t help but remember what happened a few hours ago again.
Wait, how did he know my name?
Thinking he probably just heard it from someone in the house, you threw your books on the desk and headed to your dresser, grabbing a pair of panties and your hair products before walking to the bathroom and hanging your towel near the curtain.
As the water warm water hit your back, you silently prayed the next week would pass by as peacefully as possible. But those thoughts scattered away when an image of Chris popped up in your head. Of course you had to fall for the quiet, uninterested, probably rude science dude, knowing fully well he wouldn’t give you a second glance. If only you wouldn’t freeze up whenever you saw him. Thinking back to when you were checking out the house, you smiled at what your friend said when she saw him walking into his room. And it took you two whole semesters to convince her he was definitely not the reason you moved here.
Well, he wasn’t the main reason but he was among the pros on your list. Rinsing your hair, you shut the water off and stepped out, wrapping the towel around your body before looking for your panties. When you couldn’t find them anywhere, you thought you probably just forgot to bring them, unlocking the door and heading to your room. Shutting your door, you were about to let go of the towel when you heard a knock on your door.
Pulling open the knob, your eyes widened in horror when you saw Chris standing in the middle of the doorway, hands crossed and-
Shit shit shit this is not happening.
“Hey Y/N you dro- fuck…” Chris knew he should shut his eyes but seeing you in nothing but the towel, hair still wet and thighs peeking from below the towel made him shift in his place. He realized he swore out loud and swallowed thickly, blinking before looking down at his feet. “S-sorry to bother you I know it’s late but...I umm, you seem to have dropped these and- well, here you go.” Chris held out his hand to you, fingers entirely intertwined with the soft cotton of your pink panties.
“Th-thank you, I...was just, sorry it’s uhh, getting late. Good night.” You didn’t wait for his response, stepping back and shutting the door quickly before resting your back on it. You heard him bid you goodnight from behind the doorway, steps leading away from your door letting you know he already left. You tried to calm your heart for a few minutes before slipping into your pajamas and rolling under the covers, pretending the last fifteen minutes never happened.
Chris on the other hand paced back and forth, the image of your body so slick and shiny under your bedroom light making him hiss before looking down and seeing his hard-on pressing against his sweatpants. He only just spent the last three hours telling his friends to fuck off because there was no way a girl like you was single. He came up with so many excuses to not ask you out, knowing the only thing stopping him is his fear of rejection. But now that he got a glimpse of you, he knew he had to at least try, even if it made things awkward later on.
When you woke up the next day, and walked downstairs to make breakfast, you’d completely forgotten everything that happened the night prior, cooking some waffles before pouring yourself some coffee and sitting down to check your emails. As soon as Chris walked in, hair messy and sweatpants hanging low on his hips, you choked on the liquid, holding your hands up when he stepped closer to you and patted your back.
“Shit you okay?” You tried to not think of the very tight white tank top he was wearing but the coughs only grew louder. “W-wrong pipe,” you managed to say between attempts to clear your throat. “Yeah just don’t speak, deep breathes, leave this for now.” He pushed the mug away and continued to rub your back, failing to notice how you’d already stopped coughing. You looked up at him and smiled, noticing the blush creeping up his neck when he realized he was still touching you. Chris pulled away reluctantly, rubbing his thighs before returning the awkward smile and heading to the coffee maker.
You stayed silent, afraid to say something because all you could think about is Chris holding your panties in his hands. He’d turned around and leaned against the sink, drinking his coffee and staring intently at you.
“You take your coffee black?” was the only thing you managed to come up with, cringing at your attempts of making conversation because of course he does, he’s drinking it right now isn’t he?
“Yeah, like my soul!” Chris chuckled before shaking his head and mentally slapping himself. But then he heard you snort at what he said, face beaming from happiness.
She thinks I’m funny? Okay, so she likes a little bit of dark, weird humor, cool. I can do that. Definitely doable.
Before he could say anything else, you were already getting up and rinsing the plate and mug, putting them in the dishwasher before telling him you’d see him later.
“Great job man.” Chris murmured to himself, finishing the rest of his coffee before heading upstairs to get dressed. He walked past your room and stopped, finally understanding why you probably almost died downstairs not ten minutes ago. He completely forgot about last night and realized you didn’t and shit shit shit did he need to apologize again? When he heard some rustling behind the door, he ran to his room and shut it as silently as possible.
What are you five years old? Get your shit together and act like an adult. You’re in medical school man for fuck’s sake!
You weren’t planning on leaving the house today but this was the first time you’d seen him in the morning and you panicked because what if he was going to stay inside for the day? It wouldn’t end well because at some point, you would’ve made a fool out of yourself, again, and that wasn’t going to be good for your already stressful self.
Chris was in fact planning on staying inside, even though it was Friday. But he didn’t want to run into you again, knowing he was completely unprepared and needed to ask one of his friends for advice, much to his dislike.
You thought the library would be the perfect place to get your head in the game but you couldn’t have been proven more wrong. You couldn’t stop thinking about how more talkative he became around you in the span of a day, occasionally zoning out and thinking of different scenarios where you weren’t a complete dork and actually held up a conversation with him.
Chris spent the day helping his friend plan some of the talks he and the others were going to give during the Annual meeting for the American College of Surgeons. But as hard as he tried to be of use, he wasn’t able to do much, mind running a hundred miles in attempts to come up with something to say to you. By six o’clock, his friend told him he should go home and get some rest before next week, and when he apologies for not helping out as much as the others, she told him not to worry about it and to try and talk to you.
“Wow, might as well give Liam a fucking mic so he can tell everyone.” Chris didn’t bother tying his shoes or changing out of his scrubs. “Relax, he said it by accident and let’s be honest, there is no way anything else can get the famous Chris Beck this distracted unless it was a girl. Seriously just be yourself and I’m sure she’ll like you.”
“I can’t even say one word without making a fool out of myself.” He stood up and put on his NASA sweatshirt.
“Well maybe you can help her out. Liam was telling me she was doing some chemistry stuff and was close to crying because of it. Come on Beck woe the girl, buy her some coffee and help the damsel in distress and you’ll see how far that goes.” Chris laughed at what Diana said, shaking his head before turning around and leaving.
“If that works, I swear I will help you out all of next week.” He pointed at her and shut the door behind him, heading to the nearby coffee place with a smile on his face.
You’d already left the library with a friend and decided to go to the coffee shop just around the corner with your friend, immediately regretting it when you entered and saw the rest of the house crew sitting on the couches.
“Hey look, our very own Mozart has a social life.” One of the guys yelled and made everyone around stare at you. Your friend asked if you wanted to leave and you told her it was fine, ordering a hot cocoa and keeping busy with talking to her about your new assignment. You could distinctly hear them still teasing you, shaking your head and laughing when your friend told you she can easily hit them with her cello.
“Let’s just leave,” you grabbed your cup and were about to head out when you hear some ruckus from behind you.
“What do you mean we have to leave?” Emily yelled at the barista standing in front of her group.
“It means, if I don’t see your little butts making their way out that door in the next minute, I will call campus police and file a report against you.” She placed her hands on her hips and didn’t budge when one of the guy stood up and got in her face. “Oh yeah and why should we believe you?” He pulled up his sleeves and smiled down at her.
“Because under Section 2.7-C, I have the right to kick you out for not only being unreasonably rowdy, and having already finished your orders an hour ago, but also lacking adequate hygiene seeing as you are, I’m assuming, football players and frankly, smell like ass. Since you’re in a public restaurant, it is my responsibility to keep this space clean and peaceful.” None of them said anything to the barista, blank expressions making everyone laugh and clap before Emily stood up again.
“You’re bluffing.”
“Sweetheart, I’m in three-L, I’m getting hired to become a prosecutor, and the Bar exam in this state is a piece of cake. So I would leave if I were you. Enjoy your pumpkin spice latte!” She smiled at her before looking at you and winking, crossing her arms and seeing the entire group ignoring you as they left. You walked up to her immediately to ask her what that was all about.
“Thank you so much you we were just leaving and I-”
“Don’t worry about it. There’s no place for bullies here and honestly they were too fucking loud.”
“That was so freaking cool and I’m in awe.”
“I may have pulled that law out of my ass but technically, it still applies. Just forgot what section it was under.” She rubbed your shoulder and told you to enjoy the rest of your night. You left with your friend and headed to your place, laughing along with your friend because how scared they looked.
“You have it bad Chris. Make a move on her or else I will.” Angela threw her towel at the corner where Chris stood the entire time. “Don’t you fucking dare!” He pointed at his friend and grabbed the coffee meant for you.
“Thank you by the way. I owe you one.” Chris lowered his head, clasping his hands together to thank his friend.
“Hell yeah you do, got get’em tiger,” she smiled before pushing him out the way and getting back to her work. When he made it back to the house, he smiled when he saw you making dinner in the kitchen. But that smile evaporated as soon as he heard the obnoxious yelling coming from the second floor. Ignoring them, he walked towards you and cleared his throat, waving when you turned around and and said hi.
“So Liam was telling me you needed help with some chemistry and I- well I was on my way back and thought....umm, you’re probably going to study tonight and instead of making yourself some coffee, I got this.” Chris placed the cup on the kitchen table and stared at you.
“Oh, wow god you didn’t have to Chris that’s, you’re too nice.”
“I asked for hazelnut, I know you like it so, yeah it it was nothing really.” He stuttered and if you weren’t blown away by what he did, you would’ve found it really cute that a man like him was shy around you.
“I’m sure you’re really busy and I’d hate to have you waste your time helping me out with something like that and-”
“No no seriously it’s nothing. I’m already done with my exams and I’m not doing much next week.”
“You’re not going back for Christmas?” You didn’t want to sound too desperate to have him around but you couldn’t help it.
“Nope, I’m doing some interviews here then I leave to Pennsylvania for another one and then Washington and then California but until then, I’m a free-ish man.” Knowing it wasn’t in your place to ask him about the interviews, you just nodded and shut the stove off, telling him you’ll eat quickly before bringing down your stuff.
“How about we just stay upstairs? Avoid those idiots and wait until they leave.” He tried not to look to nervous asking you that question and relaxed when you took it with the best intentions.
“Yeah sounds good, and thank you so much it means a lot. I don’t know what I’m doing wrong but I just can’t seem to understand any of that stuff.”
“It’s definitely not for everyone. I can barely stand it sometimes.” Chris wasn’t one for showing off and he raised his hands when you called him on his bullshit. “What do you mean?”
“I was talking to your friend and he told me you were a genius when it came to all of this...he even told me you make him feel stupid sometimes.” You laughed when Chris looked offended by what you said, and thought this wasn’t too bad of a start after all.
“I never!! I just happened to study more than him and don’t fuck around when the professor is lecturing.” He grabbed a cookie from his bag and started eating. You tried not to let it affect you but the way he swore made you feel some kind of way that you hoped would go soon.
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An Unlikely Love: Fight For It, Pt. 2 (Rafael Barba x Anna Stein)
AN: Prompt #43 from 200 Prompts from @drink-it-write-it (“Do you believe in soulmates?” – “No.” – “Oh, well, that’s a shame, because I’m it. I’m your soulmate.”)
The conclusion of Fight For It. I hope you guys enjoy. Comments and reblogs are always appreciated. :)
Special thanks to @madpanda75, @thatesqcrush, and @misssirenlove for love, support, idea-bouncing, and generally being wonderful women.
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Song: "Ours” by Taylor Swift
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There was nearly a decade between Amanda Rollins and Anna Stein, but they could easily be mistaken for sisters, only a year or two apart. Of all the squad members, Anna was closest with Olivia, and so she might have asked if the lieutenant could use some time away from work, but she thought better of it. Olivia was Rafael’s best friend, after all, and he would probably want to talk to her over the course of the week. However, since the party he had thrown to celebrate Anna’s first semester grades, Amanda and Anna had also formed a fast friendship. Amanda was a lot of fun and up for anything without needing an explanation, as Liv might have asked for. As it turned out, she also had a copious amount of vacation time saved up. So, she bribed Carisi into taking Jesse for the week—with the use of her sitter for the daytime—and told Olivia a slight fib about a “family emergency back home.” By Tuesday night, she and Anna were on a plane headed to Tennessee.
Originally, Anna had suggested Vegas, but Amanda—a recovering gambling addict—quickly countered with Nashville. Anna had never been there, but Amanda said she would love it: all the fun of Vegas bars without the price tag, and the added bonus of hot cowboys. Amanda knew Nashville like the back of her hand; she had graduated from Middle Tennessee State University. The college was only about thirty miles from downtown Nashville, and Amanda and her friends frequently went into the city on weekends. So she knew exactly where to go and what to do, and Anna was more than happy to let her lead the way.
Although in some ways, Amanda had become a hardened New Yorker, she quickly reverted to her roots after only a day in Tennessee. She took Anna along for the ride, converting the native Californian to a Southern belle. During the days, they visited the Parthenon, Music Row, and the Country Music Hall of Fame. They took walks along the riverfront and even went to the Grand Ole Opry. Amanda had done most of these things already, but she was content to do them again with her friend, who clearly needed the distraction.
At night, they teased their blonde hair (Amanda joked that “the higher the hair, the closer to God”) and wore obscenely short denim skirts and cowboy boots while drinking on Honky Tonk Row. At some point, they found themselves in a karaoke bar, and Anna shocked the hell out of Amanda by singing the mysterious, little-known third verse of Garth Brooks’ “Friends in Low Places.” They talked about their families and how much they missed them; Amanda’s mother and sister had moved back to Atlanta and she rarely got to see them, while all of Anna’s family still lived in Los Angeles, where she also had lived until four years ago. But all the while, Anna did not bring up Rafael once, and Amanda didn’t ask about him.
But by dinner on Monday, Amanda’s curiosity got the better of her. They were sitting at a bar nursing vodka tonics and eating the best burgers Anna had ever had, when Amanda asked, “So, since we’re scheduled to fly out tomorrow morning, you gonna tell me why we came?”
“Sorry?”
“Well, as much fun as this trip has been—”
“So much fun!” Anna said. “It’s honestly been the best girls’ trip I’ve ever taken.”
Amanda smiled. “I’m glad you had fun, but I have to ask…”
Anna set her burger down in favor of a sip of her drink. “I don’t want to make it weird for you when you have to deal with him at work,” she said. “It really wasn’t that big of a deal anyway.”
“Okay, first off,” Amanda began, “unless you’re telling me about whatever weird kinks Barba has in the sack, nothing you could say would make me feel weird around him. And second, it must have been a pretty big deal for you to want to get out of the damn state for a week.”
“Maybe I just wanted to do something fun over spring break with a friend,” Anna replied, avoiding eye contact.
Amanda raised an eyebrow. “You know I’m a detective, right?”
Anna laughed. “You and, like, half my other friends.” She put her face in her hands and then turned on her bar stool toward Amanda and told her the whole story, starting with Rafael’s Spanish-laced tirade when he arrived home to the moment he stormed back out. Amanda listened quietly the entire time, the same as she did when investigating a case. Her face betrayed nothing—no doubt a skill she learned in her gambling days.
When Anna finally finished, Amanda took a deep breath. “You know, I can’t say any of this surprises me.”
Anna raised her eyebrows. “What?”
Amanda downed the last of her vodka. “Well, let me start by saying that you did the right thing getting out of there. A lot of women would’ve hung around waiting for him to get home. Took a lot of guts to do what you did.”
“What, run away?”
“You planning to go back?”
“Of course,” Anna said, a little taken aback.
“Then you didn’t run away. You decided that for the good of your relationship, you needed to take some time for yourself. No shame in that.”
Anna took a moment to process this. “It really was a stupid fight,” she finally said.
“Yeah,” Amanda agreed. “But, you know, all couples fight. At least you’re fighting about stupid things than about, I don’t know, whatever the hell my old partner, Nick, and his wife used to fight about.”
“I guess,” Anna said.
Amanda put her hand on top of Anna’s. “Anna, look at me.” Anna looked up, pushing a wisp of her hair away from her eyes. “You’ve gotta understand, Barba has been alone for a long time. And take it from me, when you’re alone that long, you get used to thinking you’re right all the time because there’s no one telling you otherwise.”
“I get that, but maybe we’re just too different. Maybe he’s been alone too long. Maybe I don’t take things seriously enough. Maybe it’s just too—”
Amanda held up her hands. “Look, I get it. He’s a stubborn pain in the ass. Hell, he’s hard to work with, so I can’t imagine living with him. You’ve got a pretty big age gap, and you’re both really busy with work and school. So I would completely understand if you decided you weren’t right for each other.” Then she softened her voice. “But I told you once before, I’ve never seen him look at anyone the way he looks at you. And when I asked if you were planning to go back, you looked at me like I was nuts for even asking that question. That says something to me.”
Suddenly, the bartender came over with two shots of whiskey. “From the gentlemen down that way,” he said, gesturing to two young, extremely handsome men sitting at the end of the bar.
Anna and Amanda looked at the men, then at each other. “You wanna go talk to ‘em?” Amanda asked, a sly grin on her face.
Anna hesitated for a second, looked at the men again, and then took out her phone. “Give me a second.” A minute later, she put it away and grabbed one of the shot glasses. “Okay. Ready.”
They clinked their glasses, tapped them on the bar, and downed the shots. “Sisters, right?” Amanda asked, referring to their cover story.
Anna hopped off her barstool and the two of them linked arms. “Sisters.”
***
Rafael was miserable.
Anna had only texted him twice a day since she’d landed in Nashville the previous Tuesday: once in the morning, and once at night. It was largely the same message every time: good morning or goodnight, and that she hoped he had a good day. He appreciated that, despite her anger, she at least wanted him to know that she was safe. And he wanted to give her the space she had clearly demanded, so he didn’t message more than that. He wasn’t a jealous man who needed to know what his girlfriend was doing every minute of the day, after all. Anna had gone on a handful of trips with her friends over the course of their relationship. That wasn’t what bothered him. What bothered him was that this time, she did it to get away from him rather than to get away with other people. That made all the difference. He trusted Anna implicitly. But every night, after he’d finally dragged himself home to bed, his brain went to a dark place where she met some stranger in Nashville, some ridiculous cowboy, who made her realize that he wasn’t worth the effort.
And because of what? A damn pen.
The day after she left, he threw them all out.
He felt like a bachelor again, but this time it wasn’t self-imposed. Nevertheless, he had reverted to his bachelor ways, working as much as he could until the wee hours of the morning. On Thursday and Friday mornings, Carmen had found him asleep on his office couch in the same clothes he’d worn the previous day. He worked right through the weekend, up until Sunday night. The good news was that he actually seemed to have caught up on a good deal of his backlogged work. The bad news was that he couldn’t even enjoy the spoils because he had no one to enjoy them with.
He had lunch with Olivia a couple of times and didn’t mention what was going on. She noticed something was off, but he deflected, saying he just hadn’t slept well that week. It wasn’t a lie.
Since he had gotten caught up with work that week, he decided to take Monday off. He cleaned out his closet, donating a bunch of clothes he hadn’t worn in a year. Anna had said more than once that she wanted to get a rain shower head, so he went out and bought one and installed it. Carisi came over with Jessie and a pizza that evening. Rafael had never been comfortable around children, but he had to admit that watching Carisi play with Jesse made him want to participate. So he and the detective and Amanda’s daughter colored and ate pizza—and for a minute, he forgot about being alone. Then, he got the nightly text from Anna, and was reminded all over again that she wasn’t going to be next to him in bed.
By Tuesday, he was climbing the walls. Work was the only thing he knew would take his mind off of the long wait until she arrived back home, so he threw himself into it that day. He had to give his phone to Carmen so that he wouldn’t be tempted to check it every ten seconds. She gave him a weird look but took it anyway. When three o’clock hit, he gathered his things to head home. Anna’s flight was due in at four, and he wanted to be there when she got home so that he could tell her what he’d failed to tell her before she left.
***
The light in the bedroom was on when he got home. For a split second, he was terrified—was there an intruder? And would his briefcase be enough to knock said intruder unconscious? But then he noticed the suitcase against the wall adjacent to the living room.
His heart raced. She must have gotten back early.
He found her in the master bathroom putting her toiletries away. She was wearing old, beat-up jeans and a t-shirt, and her hair was in a messy ponytail, but to Rafael, she had never looked more beautiful. He stood watching her for just a second, breathless. He worried if he said anything that it wouldn’t come out right. The last conversation they had turned out terribly.
But as soon as she turned her blue eyes up and locked onto the green of his, words were the last thing on either of their minds.
She flew at him, leaping into his arms and knocking him backwards onto the bed. She kissed him everywhere; on his cheeks, his nose, his forehead, and, finally, finally, his mouth. He kissed her so deeply that he thought he might actually be able to drink her. She tasted like mint and smelled like ripe peaches. She had come back to him in a flood of living memories. She had come back to him, period.
He finally pulled back to look her in the eyes again, his own wet with tears. “Te amo,” he said. “Te amo, mi corazón.” He repeated it like a prayer, so many times that he worried it lost meaning, but to Anna, nothing ever sounded better.
Rafael made love to Anna for the next two hours, and every time he moaned her name, “I love you” wasn’t far behind.
After they were both finally spent, they lay under a throw blanket on the bedroom carpet; at some point in their lovemaking, Anna actually rolled off the bed and they just continued there, laughing and kissing all at once. She told Rafael about her trip and all the things she and Amanda had seen and done. He hung on every word. But there was one more story she had to tell, and she hoped that when he heard it, he would understand why she reacted the way she did when he arrived home.
“So,” she said, “I don’t think I mentioned, we had a cover story on this trip that we were sisters. We didn’t use our own names with anyone we met the entire time. It was like being undercover. So last night—”
He laughed. “Okay, I have to know. What was your UC name?”
“I was Ariel and Amanda was Aurora.”
He cocked an eyebrow. “You seriously used Disney princess names?”
“Well, if you’re gonna go UC, no better cover than a mermaid and a narcoleptic princess, right?”
“Does that mean I get to be Eric?” When she gaped at him, he said, “We’ve been together for over a year. I think you underestimate how much Disney trivia I’ve picked up in that time.”
She drew in a deep breath and focused her eyes on his. “So, as I was saying, last night, we were having dinner and two really hot cowboys sent us shots of whiskey.”
He sat up slightly, alarmed. “Okay, why are you telling me—”
“Because you need to hear this,” she said, pushing him back down and propping herself up on her elbow. “Amanda wanted to go talk to them. And we ended up having a really good conversation. It was a lot of fun.” He looked stricken, and she softened her expression. “Raf, you know nothing happened, right?”
“Of course I know that,” he said, although he was glad for the confirmation. “I just—it’s not that I don’t want you to go on trips with your friends. But this time…I guess I wish I could have been there with you.”
She smiled and kissed his shoulder. “You were, Raf. That’s what I was trying to tell you.”
He furrowed his brow. “What do you mean?”
“Right before we went to talk to them? That was when I texted you goodnight. Because I wanted to make sure I said goodnight before you went to bed—whenever the hell that was this week. I didn’t want to do it late and have you wonder if I’d forgotten you.”
He felt tears welling in his eyes again. “Anna, I never would have thought that.”
“Even still. You were on my mind every night and every morning. I wasn’t just texting you to let you know I was safe. I wanted you to know that no matter what happens, no matter where I am or how things are between us, I’m always thinking of you. And,” she added, “I’ll always come home to you.”
He sat up and wrapped his fingers around the back of her neck, into her hair, and brought his lips to hers. When he pulled back, he whispered, “I’m sorry.”
She pressed her forehead to his. “I’m sorry, too.” Then, she grabbed his watch from the nightstand above them. “I know it’s not our usual date night, but I could sure as hell use dinner and a movie right now. How about you?”
He smiled at her and ran a hand along her hip, memorizing the curves. “Sure,” he said. “I’ll even let you pick the movie.”
***
Anna wiped away her tears, which had been flowing for the last twenty minutes. After they’d eaten, she and Rafael had settled in to watch her favorite movie, What Dreams May Come. The plot was simple: the two main characters, Chris and Annie, lose their children in a horrible car accident. Annie has a mental breakdown and is institutionalized until she and Chris manage to rebuild their lives. But four years later, Chris also dies. His afterlife is beautiful, and he is reunited with his children. But when Annie commits suicide and is sent to hell, Chris journeys there to save her.
Even though Anna had seen it a thousand times, watching the two characters reunited at the end of the movie never failed to turn her into a weeping mess. She didn’t even try to hide it. “God,” she said, “That scene where they’re in Hell and he’s about to join her there and—Raf? Are you okay?”
Unlike Anna, Rafael preferred people think he was born without tear ducts. But there was no mistaking the sound of his sniffling next to her. “I’m fine,” he said, trying to keep his voice steady.
She leaned over and turned the end table light on. As her eyes adjusted, she caught him wiping his cheek with his shirt sleeve. “You’re crying!”
“I am not—”
“Yes, you are.” She handed him a Kleenex from the box she’d judiciously placed next to her before the movie started. He took it and blew his nose. “I warned you it was a gut-punch.”
“When you said it was a movie about soulmates, I think I expected, well, the usual tropes. I wasn’t prepared for something that seemed…realistic.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Almost the entire movie was set in heaven, and this is the one you’re calling realistic?”
“That’s not what I mean. Usually, movies make it seem like soulmates are perfect together and never fight and read each other’s minds. But come on, who gets that?”
She laughed. “People in movies.”
“Exactly,” he said. “People whose lives are literally scripted. But I don’t think our lives are predestined. For instance, I don’t think whatever higher power there is intended for you to be assaulted so that I could meet you.”
She cast her eyes downward. “Well, I’m glad to know that, because if that were the case, I’d think God was a huge asshole.”
He shifted on the couch to face her. “You want to know what part of the movie it was that got me?”
“Of course.”
He took a deep breath. “It was when they finally explained what their double-D anniversary was.” In the movie, Chris and Annie had a special anniversary; it commemorated the day they decided not to divorce after their children died and Annie had her breakdown.
“Oh, I know. When he told her not to give up—”
“No, it wasn’t that.” He cleared his throat. “When I first heard them described as soulmates, I was internally rolling my eyes. But then, we saw them suffering in two completely different ways. He pushed the pain away, and she collapsed under it.”
“Life’s like that,” she replied. “People react differently to things.”
“Yeah. But that’s what got me. They weren’t on the same wavelength at all. They didn’t just push through everything together like it was easy. They had to make an active decision to do it. When they chose to stay together, even after the gargantuan amount of suffering they went through…”
She pushed her hair over one of her shoulders and tilted her head. “So you do believe in soulmates now?”
“You know,” he said, “I don’t think it’s out of the realm of possibility. But like I said, I think soulmates aren’t people who are perfect together.” He took her hand. “I think they’re two people who aren’t perfect together—maybe even two people don’t even make sense together—but who make the choice every day to come back to each other. They fight, sometimes blow up, maybe don’t even speak to each other for a week, but they actively choose each other every day.”
She moved closer to him, tucking her legs underneath herself. “That sounds…very plausible.”
“Plausible,” he repeated with a chuckle. “In what world am I the romantic in this relationship?”
She grinned. “We can share the title.”
“I was thinking about the fight we had,” he said, pivoting so fast that Anna was worried he was shutting down on her again.
“Okay?”
“It was a nothing fight, but it turned into this big blow-up,” he continued. “A lot of couples would have let it get into their heads and make it into something about the relationship itself.”
She picked off a piece of lint from his shirt and smoothed the fabric over his shoulder. “Well, we’re not other couples.”
He nodded. “And I know how people look at us when we’re out together. They see you, this beautiful, young, vibrant woman, and then they see me—”
“A handsome, distinguished, slightly silver fox?” she offered, gently touching his hair, the silver in it just beginning to show.
He smiled and put his hand on her cheek. The softness of her skin was like her generous heart: it never failed to amaze him. “The point is, despite what people think or say, or when life makes love hard, it doesn’t matter. What matters is that we work at this, even through the hardest days, because we want to. We choose each other, every day—even if we need to go to other states to do it.” He winked at her.
She lifted his hand from her cheek and kissed his palm, her heart beating so hard it might have jumped out of her chest. “Are you saying…”
He didn’t complete her thought, but he didn’t have to. She knew the answer when he gave her that half-smile she loved so much. It made him look like a man much younger than his years, almost timid, a little mischievous. “I know, I just destroyed my grumpy, cynical persona. Don’t tell the squad; I have a reputation to keep up.”
For a minute, he was afraid that she would think he was silly or—worse—being disingenuous. But then he caught her eyes with his, and they were sparkling. She crawled from her spot on the couch into his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. “You know, in the movies, this would be when the boy asks the girl to marry him,” she laughed.
He pulled her to him, so that their lips almost touched. “Well, we’re not other couples,” he said, just before he closed the gap between them.
***
Two weeks later, Anna had fallen asleep on the couch hours ago while she was reading and he was reviewing case files. He couldn’t remember a time when she hadn’t fallen asleep when she read on the couch. She would lay with her legs stretched across his lap and he would run his hands along her calves, sometimes massaging them if she’d had a particularly hard day at the diner. She thought it was for her benefit, but the truth was, he loved doing it. Knowing he could relax her into sleep just with the touch of his hands was an intimacy he loved even more than sex. And so it was that he found himself lifting her legs off of his lap carefully, trying not to wake her. Mercifully, she was a heavy sleeper. It would probably be a struggle to get her into bed later on. For now, he decided to just change into pajamas and do the rest of his work in the home office. But there was something he wanted to do first.
The fight they’d had was a turning point. It had been a result of nothing more than mishandled stress on both of their parts. It hadn’t been anything deeper than that. But it had scared him more than any other argument they had ever had. She had gone away on trips before that, but he hadn’t been lonely. Their apartment still felt like their home because he knew she would be back. But when she’d been away with Amanda that week, he had been afraid she would realize she was happier away from him. So their home had temporarily transformed into just a place to keep his stuff. It didn’t feel comfortable. It didn’t feel warm. It just felt like four walls he slept in. Waking up without her was excruciating, as was knowing he would have to fall asleep without her there. He’d missed her laughter, her smile, the way he could smell her shampoo for hours after she’d left the bed. He’d missed seeing her body wash next to his in the shower.
He had missed her legs on his lap.
He crept into the bedroom and turned on the nightstand light, the dimmest in the room, so as not to wake her from afar. Then he went into the closet and opened one of the drawers. She never went into his closet, saying that she was afraid she would get lost under a pile of ties and vests, never to be seen again. He reached deep within the drawer, toward the back, and found what he was looking for.
Anna had joked that, in the movies, after a boy told a girl she was his soulmate, he would ask her to marry him. Although he had deflected the comment with a kiss, for just a heartbeat, he thought she had somehow tripped, fallen, and landed in his sock drawer. He had managed to compose himself, but now, his overstimulated, paranoid brain needed to make sure she hadn’t actually found what he was holding.
He looked over his shoulder, and then carefully opened the velvet box in his hand. The ring he had bought was still there, the question within it. All he had to do was choose a day to ask.
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“Did you say a Pros?” Omba froze, then slowly turned around. He had etchings all over his face and arms, a cultural tradition like the one the Pros had, but much older and not about defiance.
“There’s a Pros in town now?” Wren made a lip-smacking noise. “There is going to be chaos. That poor thing.”
“They are selling plants, as far as I saw.” Tat had some knowledge of human interactions and matings, though no knowledge at all of the inside of a house of prostitution like the Pros in town might have come from. But she didn’t think anyone who could make that sort of money—and any Pros could demand the highest price—would be renting a stall on the Step to work with plants unless that was what they wanted to do.
Pros had not just been engineered to be every conceivable flavor of perfect human beauty. They had also been designed with pleasure in mind—the pleasure of the client, Tat assumed, although some thought had gone into making sure each Pros would want to do their job. Their creators had done a lot to their genes, made them beautiful, made their fertility easier to control, and also stolen some genetic material from the Auex. Something that, technically, made the Pros not fully human, although no one ever seemed to acknowledge that.
Tat knew very little about the Auex except that they read minds, or something similar, and that for that very reason, they avoided humans and their loud, messy thoughts, and stuck to their part of the known systems. But some human bioengineer had decided it would be great if their perfect Proses had similar abilities. The Pros did not read minds, but a Pros was able to judge mood and heighten it without ever laying a hand on a client if they didn’t want to.
Of course, the Pros weren’t the Auex. It hadn’t taken long for them to figure out that their own increased pleasure caused some psychic feedback issues—and that the ability to make someone else feel could be weaponized. The Pros had taken control over themselves, established their own home and culture, and that was that.
“Are they dangerous?” Rhiel’s thoughts immediately went to risk first. “What, exactly, does a Pros sense?”
“No one ever says the Pros know your thoughts,” Tat pointed out.
Lettie laughed, loud and deep. “They just take what’s there and make it better. That’s what they say.”
“They might sense emotions, then,” Tat reasoned, while Rhiel frowned and fretted. “But if they think we are nervous, so what? Searchers and cops make everyone nervous.”
Rhiel did not relax, but he did pinch his nose and sigh. He wasn’t going to sleep tonight. He wouldn’t until he had vetted the Pros himself or directed everyone to stay away from them.
“Where’s Fiya?” Tat asked pointedly. Wren snorted. Barely listening, Rhiel waved toward the comms room.
“Perhaps ask him if he would like to join us for dinner,” Tat suggested, but physically steered Rhiel around and sat him down at the table in the mess. “Get Mak back here,” she ordered the others. “Get some sort of food in front of him soon, okay? I’m going to shower. And sleep.”
“Cannot believe you meet a Pros and you’re not even impressed.” Omba put a hand on Rhiel’s shoulder to keep their captain right where he was. “Were they stunning?”
Tat stared at him in confusion. “Human beauty,” she reminded him. “But, of course. They were… very beautiful.”
Then Tat turned around and stumbled to her room, where she stayed until morning, very grateful that Luudi did not dream.
Luudi were, however, capable of imagining all sorts of things while fully conscious. After Tat’s head hit her pillow but before her thoughts slowed enough for sleep, she imagined that it might be nice to be around someone not totally human. It might be better than that to have another friend. And for a second, before she finally fell into deep, peaceful slumber, she imagined what it would be like to sleep curled up next to someone as tightly as Bel curled around Omba.
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Heavy is the Head
Title: Heavy is the Head
Link: On AO3
Fandom: Agent Carter
Pairing: Gen
Warnings: None
Other tags: Bickering, Slice of life, Character study, Humor
Summary: Roger Dooley spends an evening wrangling three of his agents and wishing he had a drink.
Written as part of the Fandom Supporting Migrants fic exchange for moon_custafer, who donated to RAICES.
*
It’s seven-thirty in the morning, Roger has been at the office for two hours, and he’s already regretting the fact that he didn’t put whiskey in his coffee this morning. There’s a bottle in the bottom of his desk, but while being the Chief has its perks, it’s not quite enough to quell the rumor mill if one of his agents catches him downing straight liquor when the sun’s just barely over the horizon.
Carter, most likely, given his luck. Although at this point Thompson is grating on his nerves almost as bad. He likes the boy. Thompson’s got potential, good family connections, a quick mind and an easy charm with the soft-touches that doesn’t get in the way of handling the uglier aspects of the job. Normally, Roger would be happy to shoot the shit with him for a minute or two over lousy commissary coffee that’s still better than that dishwater Carter brews. Knowing her, it’s a pretty good bet that the bad coffee is intentional, but on the other hand she’s a Brit, so who the hell knows.
Anyway, Thompson isn’t usually the one he wants to strangle at half-past-seven, but today is the goddamn exception.
“...can’t focus on the stakeout if I have to spend all my time babysitting some lady agent who doesn’t know one end of a gun from the other,” Thompson concludes, flopping into the chair across from Roger’s desk. He finally looks at Roger’s face, and whatever he sees there has him straightening up, pulling a winning kind of smile onto his face. Possibly the belated realization that his little rant wasn’t getting quite the reception he was hoping for. “Come on, sir. You’ve gotta see what a bad idea this is.”
Too bad for him that that’s a smile that works better on politicians’ wives than on one Roger Dooley, former Army staff sergeant and current babysitter for a passel of allegedly competent agents. “I don’t have time for this shit, Thompson. The handoff is supposed to be happening tonight. Carter’s the only agent who isn’t out on assignment, so Carter is who you get.”
“She’s barely an agent. She’s a glorified goddamn secretary—”
“Did I give you the impression that this was up for debate?”
“Okay, but look—”
“This is not a democracy, Thompson. And I have better things to do with my morning than listen to you whine about the assignments that I give you. Are we clear?”
Thompson’s mouth snaps shut. His cheeks color. “Yessir.”
“Good.” He pulls his cooling coffee to him, takes a sip, grimaces. “Look, son, I like you. I do. But if you can’t keep one lady agent under control for one single stakeout, you’re not gonna have much luck as a section chief. Something to keep in mind.”
“Yessir,” Thompson says again, but his face is more relaxed as he pushes his chair out and stands. “Sorry to take up your time.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Roger says. “Now get the hell out of my office, I have work to do.”
*
He isn’t that surprised when Carter pops into his office half an hour later, file folder clutched in one manicured hand. “Chief Dooley, if you have a moment?”
Roger waves a hand over the stacks of paperwork on his desk. “Does it look like I have a moment?”
“I’ll be quick, then.” She slips inside and pulls the door shut behind her. Roger considers ordering her out, but under the lipstick and the film star looks, Carter has the kind of bulldog stubbornness that he’d admire if she were a man, and the odds of her cooperating quietly are slim to none.
“Fine,” he sighs, pushing his chair back. “What can I do for you, Carter?”
“Well, I just…” she trails off, looking more uncertain than he can ever remember seeing Carter look. “I just had a question about my assignment.”
“Of course you did. I just had Thompson in here chewing my ear off about it.”
Her painted lips twist slightly. It’s not a surprise. Thompson may have a crush, but there’s clearly no love lost on Carter’s end of things. Not that he gives a damn either way, but if Carter could just get herself a boyfriend maybe she’d start thinking about settling down, starting a family, and getting the hell out of his hair. “Of course. I’m not here to complain, Chief—”
“But?”
“But--well, nothing, I suppose. I was wondering how long this assignment is expected to last.”
“You want field work, Carter, you got to stop complaining about the field work you get. Thompson’s a good agent. Maybe you could learn a thing or two from him.”
“I’m sure,” Carter says, in tones that imply the exact opposite. “I wasn’t complaining. Sir.”
“Glad to hear it.” Roger leans back in his seat, folds his hands over his belly. It’s been getting a little rounder in the past few months, supplemented by too much cheap diner food and not enough good home cooking, but that’s definitely not anything he wants to think about now. Not when he’s been cooling his heels on his office couch for the past few weeks and he’s already been getting sidelong looks over it. Letty will let him back into the house sooner or later; she always does. Until then, his sore back and his unhappy gut are just the price he gets to pay for all of his husbandly failures. “You’re with Thompson until Krzeminski is back from D.C., and then you’re back on the phones. Any complaints, Agent?”
Carter’s mouth, which had been half-open, snaps shut. She straightens.
“No sir,” she says evenly. “None whatsoever.”
“Thank Christ,” Roger says. “Now do me a favor and get out of my office, will you?”
She nods sharply and turns to go. Over her shoulder, Roger can see Sousa watching from the bullpen, but he looks away before Carter can catch him watching.
Just one of the many reasons it’s exhausting to be stuck with a lady agent, however competent she might be. Not a one of the men can keep their heads in the game when she’s around.
*
The stakeout is supposed to start at sundown, but he can see Thompson and Carter leave together an hour before that. Bickering, at least by their postures, but at least it doesn’t look like any bloodshed is imminent.
“Chief?” Sousa asks as he pauses by the desk. “You need something?”
“Nah,” Roger says, and eyes the nearly empty bullpen. On the other side of the room, Yauch is packing up; everyone else is already gone. “You could head home, you know.”
“Nah,” Sousa says back, smiling. It almost reaches his eyes. His crutch is leaned up against his desk, his bad leg stretched out like the hours of inactivity nag at it. “I’m a night owl. Besides, it’s easier to get things done when it’s quiet.”
“Ain’t that the truth,” Roger sighs. “Alright, well, I’m heading out for some dinner. I’ll be back in an hour or so.”
“I’ll watch the phones,” Sousa says, with a wry little twist to his mouth. Roger thinks about saying something else, but in the end he just claps Sousa on the shoulder and heads out without another word.
*
The line at the automat is longer than expected, the coffee weak, the overhead fluorescents flickering and unpleasant. It’s all Roger can do to smile pleasantly at the friendly redhead who takes his money. The Captain America Adventure Hour is playing on the radio, and Betty Carver’s grating voice seems to be drilling into his skull by the time he has his food and gets himself back out into the dark and blessedly silent street.
It’s tempting, very tempting, to drop his sad excuse for a dinner into the nearest trashcan, go pick up his car, and drive back to the house. But the last time he was there Letty slammed the door in his face and told him in no uncertain terms that his presence wasn’t welcome. Which is goddamn rich considering who’s paying the bills on that place, but what the hell’s he supposed to do?
Go back to the office and eat his sad tuna sandwich, that’s what.
Sousa gives him a distracted wave when he passes by, still bent over a stack of files. Poor guy. He’s got a good head on his shoulders and Roger tries to give him as much fieldwork as he can, but he knows how the other guys are. It’s too damn easy to look at Sousa, with his limp and his crutch and the pained creases of his face when he’s on his feet too long and think there but for the grace of God.
Not like any of them exactly came back from the war in one piece, but Sousa wears his scars where everybody can see them, and that’s not easy.
Not Roger’s problem, though. He takes his sandwich into his office and has more or less demolished it when the phones start ringing. He starts up to his feet, but Sousa is up before him, moving with unexpected speed to snatch up the nearest phone. Roger can hear the echo of his voice, sharp and too loud in the silence, as he says, “SSR, this is Agent--Peggy? Hang on, what are you talking about? What happened to--okay, yeah. Hang on, let me grab a pen.” He casts around for a moment on his desk before snatching up a pen and a scrap of paper that looks as though it might have been a takeout menu in a previous life. “Okay. Yeah--no, you guys stay put. Okay. You have--yeah, it’s just Chief Dooley and me. Yeah. I’ll let him know, just hang in there.”
Roger is halfway down to the bullpen by the time Sousa hangs up, cursing himself for a goddamn idiot. Of course Carter managed to wander into trouble. What the hell was he thinking, sending her out on a nighttime stakeout— “What happened?” he snaps.
Sousa jumps, then looks up. He looks tense, but not frantic, so at least Carter hasn’t managed to get herself shot or something. Hopefully that means that Thompson is still in one piece too.
“Uh,” he says. “Well, apparently gangsters can’t drive.”
“What the hell’s that supposed to mean?”
Sousa winces. “It means that their company car got rear-ended by a couple of goons in a milk truck full of explosives, and, well—”
“Shit,” Roger says. “Any casualties?”
“Carter and Thompson are both fine,” Sousa says. “But. We should probably get down there before the fire trucks start showing up and turn the whole thing into a three-ring circus.”
“You can explain the rest of it in the car,” Roger says firmly. “Let’s go.”
*
He’s not all that familiar with this particular section of Red Hook, but as it turns out he doesn’t even need the map that Sousa fishes out of the glove compartment; the sirens and the flames licking up toward the dark sky are guide enough.
“Great,” Roger sighs. Sousa makes a noise under his breath as they turn down a side street toward the commotion. If Roger didn’t know better, he’d think it was a snort.
The situation doesn’t get any better when they finally make it to the scene. There’s a milk truck turned half on its side with the entire back blown out, a twisted mess of scrap metal. The cab is still burning, and the back end of the agency car where Carter and Thompson must have been bickering through their stakeout is a crumpled mess.
Thompson is nowhere to be seen, but Carter is standing on the sidewalk, one heeled shoe resting on the back of the man who’s handcuffed facedown on the sidewalk. She has a gun in one hand. an expression of mild annoyance on her face, and not so much as a hair out of place.
“Ah,” she says when they come down the sidewalk. “Hello, Daniel. Chief Dooley.” The handcuffed mook at her feet spits out a curse, and she glances down at him. “I wasn’t talking to you. You’re in quite enough trouble as it is.”
Sousa makes another suspicious snorting noise, and Roger finds himself biting the inside of his mouth to keep from doing the same. He folds his face into a scowl. “Carter, what the hell are you doing? Where’s Thompson?”
“Running down this gentleman’s friend, I believe,” she says. “The rest of the explosives have been secured. I believe the firemen are on their way now.”
“Yeah, I can hear the sirens.” Roger pinches the bridge of his nose. It’s not Carter’s fault, he reminds himself firmly. This was just one whole pile of bad luck stacked up all at once.
But still. “You tell Thompson not to go running off without backup?”
“I did,” Carter says, sounding offended.
“And he said?”
She shrugs eloquently, and Roger makes a face. Because, yeah, there wasn’t much chance of Thompson listening to anybody on that front, let alone a women. Let alone Carter. Boy has a thirst to prove himself. It’s usually a good thing, as long as it doesn’t get him killed out there with no backup.
Before he can get too worried, though, there are footsteps echoing up a nearby alley, followed by an obnoxiously jaunty whistle and Jack Thompson, hatless, disheveled, and bloody, frog-marching a sullen-looking goon. He starts when he saw Roger, but he pulls his reaction pretty well, all things considered. “Chief! Good, wasn’t sure Carter’d be able to get a call in.”
“I do know how to use a telephone, thank you, Jack.”
“Never doubted it,” Thompson says lightly. “Sousa, good to see you. Working late?”
“Like you’re one to talk,” Sousa says dryly.
Roger rolls his eyes. He doesn’t know what the hell is going on between the three of them, but if he lets them get going they’ll be here all night. Firetrucks are converging on the scene, and a handful of black-and-whites are squealing tires down the alley. “Alright, cut it out. Carter, put a call in to the containment team. Somebody needs to come down here and pack this up before anybody gets a good look at it. After that—” he scans the three of them, then tosses his keys at Carter, who catches them neatly, looking startled. “Get off my crime scene. I don’t want to see any of you until Monday morning, when we can all sit down and have a nice chat about proper investigative procedure, am I clear?”
Carter starts to speak, but it’s Thompson, surprisingly, who intervenes. “Crystal, sir.” And then, to Carter, “Come on. Pretty sure Sousa owes both of us a drink.”
“I never agreed to that,” Sousa complains, but it’s mild. He falls into step beside them as they head back toward Roger’s car, and Roger shakes his head and goes to talk to the officers pouring into the street.
A goddamn headache, every last one of them.
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Duke Reviews: Furious 6
Hi, Everyone, I'm Andrew Leduc And Welcome To Duke Reviews Where We Are Continuing Our Look At The Fast And Furious Series By Talking About Furious 6...
In This Film, Dom And His Team Are Offered Amnesty For Their Crimes By Hobbs In Exchange For Helping Him Take Down A Skilled Mercenary Organisation, Led By Owen Shaw (Played By Gaston From Beauty And The Beast)
However, Dom And His Team Are More Interested In Getting One Member From Shaw's Team, Namely Letty Ortiz, Dom's Supposedly Dead Girlfriend For Life Who Was Thought To Have Died At The Hands Of Fenix From The Fourth Film. Can Dom And His Team Stop Shaw And Save Letty?...
Let's Find Out By Watching Furious 6...
The Film Starts Where The Last One Left Off With Brian And Dom Racing Once And For All To Find Out Who's The Best...
Or Not...
All Right, Turns Out They Were Just Racing To The Hospital Where Neves Is With Mia, Who Is About To Give Birth, But Of Course, Like All Parents, Brian Has Worries About Being A Father...
About To Go Inside, Dom Tells Brian That Once He's Goes In. He's A Father And Their Old Life Is Over...
This Leads To A Flashback Of The Last 5 Movies Which Roles Slight Credits Before Showing The Title Card And No Offense, I Just Don't Like It, It's Too Long Unnecessary And Annoying To The Point You Want Them To Get To The Story, Thank You!..
It Continues In Moscow, As DDS Agent Luke Hobbs And His New Partner, Riley Hicks (Played By Gina Carano, Who Was Hot On The Remake Of American Gladiators, And Nearly Kicked Colossus's Metal Ass In Deadpool) Who Are At A Site Where A Russian Military Caravan Was Attacked, With The People Behind The Attack Stealing Satellite Components, Leaving Six Hospitalized And Dozens Of Vehicles Destroyed In Under 90 Seconds...
Getting A Call That One Of Them Has Been Caught, Hobbs Goes To Interpol Where He Meets Someone Who Looks Like Dom But It Isn't Him...
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Getting The Information He Needs, Riley Thinks They Should Pick Up Shaw, But Hobbs Thinks Differently Saying That If You Want To Catch Wolves, You Need Wolves...
This Leads Us Back To Dom Who Is Visited By Hobbs To Tell Him About Shaw But Despite Neves Loading A Gun On Her Former Partner And Telling Him That He Can't Touch Dom, Hobbs Tells Her That He's Not Here To Extradite Anyone Because Dom Is Going To Beg Him To Be Apart Of This Assignment Which Leads Hobbs To Show Dom A Picture Of Letty,..
Giving Him A Few Minutes, Dom Is Shocked By What He Sees Despite Knowing It To Be Impossible But Neves Tells Him That If There Was A Chance Her Husband Was Alive, No Matter How Small, She'd Go...
Uh...You Realize You're Giving Him Permission To Dump You So He Can Go Back To His Old Girlfriend, Right?
Asking For Everything Hobbs Has, He Tells Dom That He'll Give It To Him Once His Team Is Formed But Dom Unfortunately, Dom Wants To Do This Alone. However, Hobbs Says That That's Not Going To Work As They're Fast And If He Goes Alone, He'll Never Touch Them, One Way Or Another, Hobbs Needs His Team...
So, Dom Calls Them As We See Where The Team Is Now, Starting With Roman, Who Is On A Private Plane To Macau To Take 4 Beautiful Women To His Penthouse Suite...
Next Is Tej, Who Is Using His Skills To Play Robin Hood To The People Of A Mexican Village..
And Finally We Have Giselle And Han, Who Are In Either China Or Hong Kong (I Don't Think They're In Tokyo Yet, So It Probably One Of Those) As They Continue Their Worldwide Adventure...
(Giselle) Like My Guns, Guys? I Call Them Batman And Superman...
With Everyone (Except Leo And Rico As They're Too Busy Enjoying Their Money) On Board, Dom Goes To See Brian, Mia And Their Son Who They Named After Dom And Mia's Father, Jack As He Tells Them The News About Letty, But Brian Thinks It's Nothing But A Lie As He Pulled Stuff Like This When He Was A Cop To Get Mess With People's Heads...
But Unable To Let This Go, Brian Wants To Go With Him Despite Dom Saying That Once He Was A Father Their Old Life Was Over But Mia Agrees With Brian Saying That They're Family And If There's A Problem They Deal With It Together Plus, Mia Will Feel Safer Knowing That Brian Is With Dom Because They're Stronger That Way...
Traveling To London...
The Team Reunites, Happy With The Upgrade In Equipment, Though They Do Wonder Who Is Paying For It?...,
Well, You're Working With Wonder Woman And Groot So, Adding The Hulk Can Only Be A Step Up, Roman...
With Hobbs And Riley Entering, Dom Tells Him To Give His Team A Reason To Stay In This Room, Which Leads Hobbs To Tell Them About Shaw...
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Later That Night, The Police Send The Person That Hobbs Punched Around At Interpol Into Shaw's Hideout, Completely Wired And Ready To Give Positive ID On Shaw. However As The Man Runs Into Shaw, Alarms Go Off At Interpol Which Leads Dom To Tell Brian To Take The Others There To Stop Whatever Is Happening While Him, Hobbs And Riley Deal With Shaw So He Can Take Him To Letty...
Shaw Gives The Guy A Bag With His Take Of The Last Job Along With A Little Extra Which Just So Happens To Be An Explosive Which Shaw Activates As He's Driving Away In One Of 2 Vehicles That I Like To Call Flippers, Which Are Cars That Can Flip Other Cars It Runs Into...
But As Dom, Riley And Hobbs Go After Shaw In The Flipper, Brian And The Others Arrive At Interpol...
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With Hitting Letty's Car, She Sideswipes As Dom Gets Out Of The Car To Talk With Her Only For Letty To Shoot Dom In The Shoulder...
With Roman Believing That This Entire Thing Has Been Raised To A Whole New Level, Brian Goes Over To Talk With Dom (After Calling Mia To Tell Her That Letty's Alive) To Say That Maybe The Letty They Knew Is Gone But Dom Is Unwilling To Give Up On Her Saying That You Don't Give Up On Family...
Meanwhile At Shaw's Hideout, Letty Returns As Shaw Shows His Crew Pictures Of The People Who Followed Them And Among Them Is A Picture Of Letty With Dom Which Leads The Other Members Of Shaw Crew To Consider Her A Traitor, But Unfortunately, She Has No Clue Who He Is Which Leads Shaw To Believe Her As He Sends His Henchmen To Find Dom And The Others Weaknesses...
Looking At Images Of Shaw's Crew, Roman Realizes That They're Basically Carbon Copies Of Them...
Hobbs And Riley Return With CCTV Footage Of The Raid So They Can See What Shaw's Crew Grabbed From Interpol Which Turns Out To Be Information From A Database That Has Every Location That Might House The Final Component Needed For The Nightshade Device, Which Is About 2,000 Possible Locations...
Only Good News, However Is That The List Is Only Good For 96 Hours, Which Means Wherever They're Gonna Hit, They'll Hit It In About 4 Days...
With Dom Saying That Hobbs Is Right, They Go Over What They Know About Shaw's Team, Starting With The Fact That They Use Custom Engines For The 2 Flipper Cars, So, Dom Sends Han, Roman, Riley And Giselle To Find Out Because If They Find The Guy Who Made Those Cars, They'll Find Shaw...
Also He Wants Tej To Work On Cars That Can't Be Overridden By Computer Chips But Despite Hobbs Saying That DDS R&D Is On It, Tej Says That He Has It Handled As Him And Hobbs Go To An Auction Where A Snooty Person Mistakes Them For Kitchen Staff..
While Han, Roman, Riley And Giselle Go After The Guy Who Designed The Engines For The Flippers In Which Giselle And Riley Decide To Add A Woman's Touch To The Situation...
Well, I Guess, If We Wanted To See Angel Dust From Deadpool And Wonder Woman Team Up, This Is It, Folks...
But As The Girls Show What Girl Power Is All About, Roman Complains About What Giselle Said Before She Left, Only For Han To Defend Her Leads Roman To Realize That Han Is In Love With Giselle...
Asking Nicely About Shaw, The Guy Starts To Get A Little Friendly Which Leads Riley To Use Her Moves On Him So They Can Get The Information They Need...
(Giselle) Now Are We Going To Play Nice Or Am I Going To Have To Use My Lasso Of Truth On You?
Back At HQ, It's Revealed That Tej Bought All The Cars At The Auction, While Back Where Giselle And Riley Are, They Have The Guy Go Get The Information They Want On The Custom Engines But Unfortunately As He Does, He Calls Shaw To Let Him Overhear The Conversation So He Can Send 2 Guys And Letty To Try To Kill Riley And Giselle...
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But While All That Went On Brian Traced The Bullet Letty Shot Dom With To A Pawn Shop...
Not That Pawn Shop!
Anyway, They Head There To Try To Get Clues About Letty By Talking With The Owner And It Turns Out That A Street Racer That Matches Letty's Description Came In Here To Buy Everything He Had (Guns, Ammo, The Works) But Unfortunately He Doesn't Know Where She Lives...
Returning To Shaw's Hideout, Letty Tells Him That One Of Their Men Is Dead And He Doesn't Care, Stating That He Made A Mistake And He Paid The Price For It..
Wow, Great Philosophy On Death, Pal...
With Giselle And The Others Returning To HQ, We Learn That The CCTV Footage Came Back To Reveal Nothing As Anywhere Shaw And His Guys Are The Cameras Are Out, This Leads Riley And Hobbs To Head Out To Investigate While Giselle Breaks The News Of Braga's Involvement With Shaw To Dom And Brian...
With Both Of Them In Shock At This Discovery, They Realize It's Impossible, But When Coded Payment Transactions To Braga's Cartel Is Discovered They Realize It's True...
Only Problem Now Is That In Order To Get To Braga, One Of Them Has To Go To Jail To Talk To Him, This Leads Brian To Put His Foot Forward Because He Feels Guilty For Getting Letty Involved With Braga's Organization And He Wants To Make It Right...
While Hobbs And Riley Deal With CCTV Which Was Again Offline Of The Robbery, Brian Goes To LA To Meet With His Old FBI Nemesis, Stasiak, Who's Only Helping Him To Get Credit For Taking Down Shaw...
Yeah, And You're A Bigger Asshole, Pal...
Anyway, Stasiak Tells Brian That He's Going Into Victorville To Go After Braga For A 24 Hour Hold After That He Has To Be Out By 9 AM Which Is When Forensics Will Run His Fingerprints Into The National Database Which Will Blow His Cover To The Point That Stasiak Will Not Be Able To Get Him Out...
Telling Brian That Braga Is In D Level Which Is Solitary, Brian Is Going To Have To Do Something To Gain His Attention Which Leads Him To Break Stasiak's Nose Again!...
Back In London, Tej Hooks Up His Connection To Every CCTV Camera In The City To Their Main Computer To The Point If Shaw Even Makes A Move, They'll Know About It, Leads Us To Wacky Hijinks With Roman, As He Checks Out Tej's Latest Weapon, A High Tensile Titanium Cable Launcher Which He Nearly Kills Dom With...
But After That, Dom Hears From Han That A Street Race Going On That Night...
But As That's Going On, Braga Visits Brian's Cell That Night With 2 Other Guys Who Are There To Kill Him...
You Know What Would Have Made This Scene A Little Bit More Interesting? How About Instead Of Just 2 Other Guys Braga Had Carter Verone And Johnny Tran's Brother, Lance With Him To Get Revenge For What Brian Did To Them, Plus It Would Have Shown More Of What Happened To These Characters After Brian Arrested Them....
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So, With Brian On His Way To The U.K., Dom Goes To The Street Race That Han Told Him About And Wouldn't You Know It? Letty's There, So He Decides To Race Her...
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Pulling Over To Talk, Letty Tells Dom That He May Know How She Races But That Doesn't Mean That He Knows Her As A Person To Which Dom Recites A Saying He Knows "Show Me How You Drive, And I'll Show You Who You Are"...
Asking What He Knows About Her, Dom Tells Her Some Stories About Some Scars She Has On Her Body...
Uh, Dom, No Offense, But On The List Of Things I Would Talk About With An Amnesiac Person, Scars Would Not Be On The Top Of My List...
Including One, She Got From Her First Street Race Where She Raced Against Some Kid (Who Happened To Be Dom) Who Tried Showing Off, Only To Lose Control Of His Car, Sideswiping Right Into Her To The Point She Could've Lost Her Arm...
Wow, A Love Story For The Ages...
But Despite Telling Her This, Letty Tells Dom He's Over His Head And That She's Not The Girl That He Remembers But Dom Doesn't Believe That Because Of What He Just Saw...
Dom Gives Letty Her Necklace Back Before She Drives Off, Which Is When Shaw Enters To Talk With Dom..
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Calling It A Stalemate For Now, Shaw Drives Off As Hobbs Gets Off Of The Roof To Tell Dom That If He Hadn't Placed A Tracker In His Car, He'd Be Dead...
Returning To His HQ, Shaw Notices Letty's Necklace Which Leads Him To Question Her Loyalty...
Working With Tej, Hobbs And Riley Are Able To Find Shaw's Location, But When They Arrive Its Completely Empty, However, They Do Find Paint In The Building Which Tej Analyzes To Be Highly Specialized Anti-Thermal IR Coating For The Military To Which Tej Gives Hobbs And Riley A List Of Bases That Uses It And Cross References With Shaw's Military Targets And Surprise, It's A NATO Base In Spain...
So, With An 8 Hour Lead Ahead Of Them, Hobbs And Riley Decide To Drive Ahead To The Base To Lock It Down...
With Brian Returning From LA, They Fill Him In On Shaw Before Brian Goes To Talk To Dom Where He Admits That The Entire Thing Was His Fault But Dom That The Past Is The Past And What They're Doing Now Is For Her...
With The Base Locked Down, Riley Finds One Of Shaw's Men, Which Forces Hobbs To Take Extreme Precautions By Deciding To Move The Component Out Of The Base
Hearing From Tej That Hobbs Caught One Of Snow's Men, Brian Starts Thinking Something Not Right As He Tells The Team What Braga Told Him Which Immediately Makes Dom Realize That Shaw's Not Going After The Base But The Convoy...
With Their Thoughts Being Dead On, Dom And The Others Arrive As Shaw, Letty And His Crew Are Taking The Convoy But Unfortunately They Have A Bigger Problem...
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Going After The Tank, Shaw Starts Crushing Cars Which Gets Letty To Start Having Second Thoughts As It Wasn't Part Of The Plan, And Unfortunately One Of Those Crushed Cars Is Roman's But Luckily He Jumps Into Brian's Car In The Last Minute, But Shaw's Going To Wish He Didn't Crush Roman's Car As It's Now Dragging Behind Him...
Which Gives Dom And His Team An Opportunity To Use It Like An Anchor, Realizing He May Have A Problem Shaw Sends Letty To Cut The Car But Managing To Get The Car Hooked, The Tank Abruptly Stops, Causing Letty To Go Flying, Realizing She's In Danger Dom Decides To Jump After Her To Save Her...
I Don't Know Maybe Vin Diesel's Role In The Iron Giant Went To His Head...
Either That Or Dom's Seen Titanic Too Many Times...
But Either Way Letty Is Saved, The Tank Is Stopped, Shaw Is Arrested And They Have The Chip...
Returning To The Base, The General Wants Letty Arrested But Dom And The Others Stand By Her Saying She's One Of Them. After The General Leaves, Brian Tells Letty How She Lost Her Memory And If Anyone's To Blame For It, It's Him, But Letty Simply Tells Him That While She May Not Remember Anything She Knows One Thing, Nobody Makes Her Do Anything She Doesn't Want To Do...
Talking With Dom Shortly After, Letty Asks Dom If He Knew That When He Jumped To Save Her That There Would Be A Car There To Break Their Fall, And The Truth Is He Didn't, It Was Just A Leap Of Faith...
With Riley And Hobbs Entering With Shaw, Hobbs Tells Him That Shaw Has Something To Say To Him...
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Making A Phone Call To His Henchmen To Kill Mia While In The Car, Shaw Is Callblocked By Tej Who Has Jammed The Signal For Miles,
Following Shaw And Riley, The Team Watches As A Giant Airplane Lands On The Tarmac, Which They Get On Board With Dom, Brian, Letty And Hobbs Soon After As They Fight Riley, Shaw And His Henchmen While The Others Figure Out Away To Keep The Plane On The Ground...
Sending Some Of His Henchmen After The Others To Keep Them From Hitting The Wing Flaps To Lower The Plane While Brian Gets Mia Off The Plane While Hobbs And Dom Deals With Shaw And His Henchmen And Letty Deals With Riley...
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(Sarcastically) Oh, No! They Can't Kill Dom, The Franchise Will Be Dead Without Him...
Is He...?
He's Alive!
So, With Giselle Dead (Only For Her Spirit To Be Reborn On Themyscira So She Can Become Wonder Woman) Dom Gives Hobbs The Chip Which Leads Hobbs To Ask Dom To Name His Price To Which Dom Answers 1327, Which To Them Is Home...
So, With Their Lives Back To Normal, Home And All, Han Decides To Go To Tokyo Saying It's Something He Has To Do And As Hobbs Delivers Their Pardons To Them, Neves Decides To Step Aside, Simply Saying To Dom That He Has His World And She Has Hers. Asking Letty If Anything Looks Familiar? She Says No, But It Feels Like Home...
I Would Say That That Wraps The Film Up But We Get A Mid-Credits Scene That Ties The 3rd Film, Tokyo Drift To The Next Movie, Furious 7, We See Han Trying To Get Away From The Bad Guy Of The 3rd Film, DK, Only To Be Hit By An Unknown Driver Who Is Revealed Here As Deckard Shaw (Played By Jason Statham) Who Is The Brother Of Owen Shaw From This Film Who Leaves Letty's Necklace Behind At The Crime Scene While Leaving A Message For Dom On His Phone While He Walks Away From The Crime Scene, Telling Dom That He Doesn't Know Who He Is, But He Will...
And That's Furious 6 And It Was A Good Film...
The Story Was Good, The Characters Were Good, The Villain Was Way Better Than The Villain In The Last Movie I Mean At Least This One Tried To Be Both A Threat And A Person That Shouldn't Be Messed With Where With Reyes You Got None Of That Really Also, I Loved The Location With London And I Would Love The Film Series To Do More Stuff In The United Kingdom (Maybe In The French Riviera) And After That I Don't Know What Else To Say About This Film Except See It..,
Till Next Time, This Is Duke, Signing Off..
#fast and furious 6#the fast and the furious#vin diseal#paul walker#jordana brewster#michelle rodriguez#dwayne the rock johnson#tyrese gibson#ludacris#gal gadot#luke evans
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In the life of the heiress, dexterity and adaptability were tools of her trade. Exchanging between facades of demure submissiveness to diffident civilness to the taciturn schemer -- several more masks hung up in the closet for emergencies -, eclectic she was to personate any caricature best-filling the situation. After all, the theatrics of lying and disguising intentions were merely commonplace in the affluent. And, for she who led a life as the misfortunate of three, subservient to the whims of tradition and family, she would do all that she must as the actress to ensure her sisters’ safety, health, and future
...And, perhaps, impersonating different possibilities of life she couldn’t have, were drops of bittersweet euphoria. Far too addicting, Miss Hatter. Best control your intake before plummetting off the abyss.
What mask had she adorned today? The day embraced winter wondrously, a light cooling breeze swept through the city and, by God’s name, the sun peeked from out from behind her curtains of gray clouds today. A perfect day for an outing and the heiress was roped into such arrangements. From the modest, plainly dress of grey to grey slacks and white button-down, from monotonously shaded, thick shawl to gray blazer, and chipped, old brown boots to one-inch closed-toed pumps of black, and tightly braided low braid to high braid of brown and silver locks, from grey mouse to the silver fox, the Hatter resides in the professional sphere. A controlled smile, observant eye, and illegible mind were all a part of this mask.
A gaggle of five -- Alice, Cynthia, Denise, Ivania, and Samantha -- roughly in their late teens but still younger than Sophie, gathered at the front of the cafe, facing another in their seats, chatting away while silver-haired sat overlooking both the busy street corner and girls. Ivania brushed her fingers through her pixie cut of purple, smiling impishly while eyeing between the dewy-eyed Denise of long, wavy brown locks and wide-eyed, gasping Samantha of straw-yellow and thin, long hair pushed together into a lazy bun. To the left of Ivania was the snickering Alice, twirling her finger into her Rapunzel-length hair, passing comments to a quiet, equally as humored Cynthia, who adjusted her head wrap.
Chaperoning was of the most common duties for Sophie, gained by both the trust of her much older business partners and unrelenting demand of her stepmother when she trained. Only out of the rules of social etiquette did the eldest participate -- after all, these relationships held ulterior motives. There no such thing as a relationship in Sophie’s life; all came with a price, a purpose, and it fell on her to provide. After all, she was to be used, broken. That’s all good she’s for.
Refraining from eye-rolling, the heiress shifts in her seat, frame straightening, as she opens her sketchbook. A chorus of giggles and whispers aside, the atmosphere remained relatively peaceful, besides from what infested the current conversation. Currently, the topic was among one of those. Typical teenage talk of gossip and...ugh, love.
Headlong romances, summer crushes, and formal arrangements, none of which suited the teenager. Most around the table had only received from confession letters in their school bags or hidden on their desks. Off-the-table conversations of long term romances were far and in between the young women and their families; there was simply no desirability to follow that tradition with how secured their fortunes were.
Well, that must be nice, Sophie thought. Back home, and even before she turned eighteen, her postbox had been full of strangers proposing through letters, promising of love, security, and devotion. But, it was only a flaunting show to what they believed she desperately: security and wealth. The greed of man drowned itself in the desperation of the helpless and unfortunate, willing to compromise ethics and create deceits for any means to take advantage.
“Eh, Sophie, have you?” Cynthia’s umber irises glanced down the eldest at the table, mildly adjusting the pale pink headscarf carefully yet barely touching the material. Sophie blinks hard, lifting her head. “Pardon?” Sophie twirls the pencil between her fingers, inquiring context. “Has anyone taken a fancy to you?” Cynthia replied forwardly, raising a black brow with slight intrigue.
Glancing down to the parchment, following the faintest traces of lead and the outline of an undetailed face, Sophie’s lips part. Yet, nothing leaves. Anytime the post came full of proposals, it meant that the fireplace in her father’s study would be well-used that night. She drums the end of her pencil against the sketchbook, drumming along to her thoughts. Yet, for the five seated in anticipation, it was ---
“Why are ya’ reluctant? Your mum doesn’t know?” Ivania inches forward. She hadn’t shared any of her personal life with them, Sophie realized. Though, what point was there to blend two different lives she’s already strived to keep separate all this time?
“No, no, no,” the heiress waves up her left hand, dismissing the claim. She looks down at her sketchbook. “Ah--” But, there was--
"Oh, I have.” Sophie’s head snaps up. “A most interesting proposal. An up-coming and rising Japanese celebrity outright proposed without a second thought. Not only that, it was an invitation to a polyamory group...with other celebrities.”
“I thought Lettie was jokin’!” Denise gasps. “You’re surely mistaken,” the heiress cocks a brow. Shit, seems like Lettie has a case of leaky lips. How could I even ever tell her of my current predicament?
“I did turn it down. But, the one who’d approached my hand is an exquisitely bright young man! He knows how to draw attention to him whenever he enters the room with merely a flash of his smile. I suppose the most telling part of his person as his eyes. Beryl color, large, ever so capturing anyone he sees, and it feels like he listens to every word he could before blurting out everything he wants to say.”
“Ahaha--” A stray silver strand rests against her face and she brushes it aside as she laughs. “He’s quite the forward person who’d be honest with his feelings and never shy away about why he would like something.” Like how he adored coins simply for their shine. “It’s so rare to find someone who’d be as willing to say whatever it is on their mind without making a whole game out of it,” she huffs, refusing to name names.
“Now that I think about it, I stand taller than him if I did put on my heels, which aren't terribly high. But, that doesn’t matter at all -- I’m not sure why the lot of you at your age take someone’s height to be such an important factor.” Her fingers begin threading through her ponytail. “He’s also a wonderful dancer, from what I recall. All of his unit are, really. They’re a part of the group that he invited me to. Oh, they sing too! They’re musicians.”
“Oh goodness, the more I think of it, he’s certainly one who thinks out of the box with his replies. He’s..He’s much like the sun if I think of it now. I haven’t ever seen his sad, but he truly exudes such positive, albeit hyperactive, energy. A free spirit too, ah...” Sophie sighs, curling her index finger through the ends of her ponytail.
The heiress waves off her thoughts, clearing her throat. “Forgive me, girls, I went off on a terrible tangent. I don’t meddle with romance. Too much work to do when I’m up to my head with my own business and duties running my corporation.”
In unison, the table shouts, “HOW COULD YOU TURN HIM DOWN?”
#( checkbooks inquiries and much ; answered asks )#( verse: postmortem and postmodern workaholic )#rebellicnstar#[ Also I'm really sorry how dense this got mfkldsfs ]#[ i couldnt HELP it ]
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Do It For You |M|
Description: Jimin has a special birthday party planned all for you, but he finds you having more fun than he’s allowed.
Word Count: 5.2K
Tags: smut, degradation, spanking, exhibitionism, dirty-talking, Dom!Jimin, Daddy!Jimin, organs denial, praise kink, impregnation kink, and of course some fluff
A/N: This was requested by the lovely @mydarlingmochi Together everyone, Happy Birthday Ari! I hope you enjoy this piece I wrote in thoughts of you and I hope you have an amazing 22nd birthday! Sending love! The song btw is Serendipity of course
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You swipe of blood red lipstick over your bottom lip and nudging into the corners of your cupids bow and rub your lips together to spread the color all over. You tilt you head sideways, examining your curled eyelashes darkened with black mascara, accentuating your eye color. There is the slight shimmer of glitter eyeshadow over your lid that catches the light from every angle. You bat your lashes at yourself a few more times in complete disbelief as to how you achieved this look in such little time.
You stood, pushing back your cushioned stool from your white wooden vanity with rounded mirrors that captured your look from three different sides. You twist your body and watch as your curled hair falls against your exposed back; the cream-colored sequin dress you sported hugged your body. It was a perfect fit and you showed just enough cleavage and legs so you could accessorize with matching a dazzling diamond necklace and tall, silver pumps.
Your eyes dart to a small, packaged present sitting on your vanity, a gift your boyfriend Jimin left for you before heading to work this morning. He promised he wouldn’t stay long and that he’d make to dinner tonight, but with his status and how rarely he was home, you doubt he’d make it, even if tonight was your birthday. Well, at least he remembered to give you a present. You pulled the shiny red ribbon, unwrapping the box. You set the ribbon on your vanity and opened the box; the sparkle of the present almost blinded you.
Inside the box was a silver watch, nothing too grand, but from the diamond embellishments in place of the hours and the ice blue dial the price was self-evident. You slip the watch through your hand and snap the bracelet in place, twirling your wrist in place as you stare in awe at the expensive watch.
Then, your phone chimed and you pick it up, beaming at the sight of Jimin’s name that appeared on the screen.
[10:16 PM] Babe: come outside baby
You almost squeal in excitement and quickly shut down your makeup station, grabbing your purse and running downstairs, your heels clacking on the wooden stairs and echoed throughout the empty house. It was only you and Jimin living in this lavish house, besides your cleaning lady, Letty that stopped by every so often to do her job. Other than Letty giving you her company and Jimin gone at work for hours on end, you were alone. Well, not tonight. Tonight, was for you and you weren’t going to let Jimin out of your sight.
You rush outside to the wide, concrete driveway to see Jimin leaning against his sleek, black car. Once he heard your heels on the pavement, he picked his eyes up from his phone only to have you run into his chest and twirl around. Your bubbly laughter rang in his ear and he held your waist securely with his hands.
“Jimin!” You exclaimed and he set your feet on the ground. It feels like you haven’t seen his angelic smile in forever. Jimin’s sandy hair was styled in a messy way, though you didn’t remember him leaving the house like that this morning. You stroke his tailored black suit and gaze up at him with glittering eyes. “How was work?”
“Work is always the same. How is my princess feeling?” He pulls your face in for a kiss and pulls away to find his lips tinted red. You giggled.
“I’m on top of the world.” You said and link around his arm. “So where are you taking me tonight?” You ask and Jimin averts his eyes with a smirk.
“You’ll just have to see when we get there.” He leans down and gives you another kiss, licking off the tint on his lips and grasps your hand gently, leading you around the car and escorting you into the passenger seat of the leather-furnished interior. He closes the door and you’re surrounded by darkness, save the glow of the audio system that illuminated the inside of the car like the large screen of a movie. Jimin entered through the driver’s side and strapped himself in, giving you a side glance as he rest his hand on the gear shift.
“Are you ready?”
“I can’t wait.”
You should’ve known better than expecting to figure out where Jimin was taking you by looking out the window, but the tinted glass obscured your view. Damn luxury cars. Though, you did have a wide windshield to see from, but Jimin had driven to a part of the city that you weren’t familiar with. Eventually, the car stopped in front of a tall building surrounded in glass armor. You wait for Jimin to step out of the car and escort you out of the car so you could get a better look at where he had taken you.
Jimin gives the keys to his car to a valet parking attendant and turned back to you, holding you by the hand as he led you inside the building. You didn’t see much of the interior as Jimin briskly led you to the nearest elevator, taking you to the fifth floor. In the elevator, you finally had the chance to ask him.
“What is this place?”
“It’s a hotel, one of the ones I frequent. The owner and I are good friends, actually.” He asked, giving your hand a squeeze. This place was entirely new to you and although it was fancy, the curiosity was biting at you. “Just trust me, princess. Tonight is going to be the night of your life.” He said just as the elevator doors opened up, leading down a long hallway lit up by small lights hidden in the ceiling, giving it a quite ominous glow. You hesitate to step out of the elevator and walk towards the shadowy end of the hall, but the warmth of Jimin’s hand and how he rubbed his thumb in the juncture of your thumb gave you courage to move forward.
As you neared the end of the hallway, you could feel the bass of loud music through your feet and vibrated throughout your body as soon as you stood in front of the large door. Jimin pushed it open and you winced at the sound being unleashed. Behind the doors was a nightclub that spanned across the the entire floor. You stood on a balcony that looked over the bustling dance floor that the strobe lights flashed like purple and white ambulance lights.
“Come, follow me.” Jimin whispered close to you so he could speak above the loud music. He led you right of the balcony and up an enclosed staircase that brought you to an elevated room that overlooked the entire floor. How big was this place?
Jimin paused in front of the door labeled with a V.I.P. gold plaque and rest his hand against the tinted glass. He gave you a soft glance and kissed your cheek. “Happy birthday, babygirl.” He said and pushed it open widely. You were bombarded with a a loud POP! and a chorus of “happy birthday!” as confetti fell from the sky in stringy ribbons caught in your hair and dress, everywhere, in fact. You grinned widely as you recognized the faces of all of your close friends whom were dressed in their best attire.
“Guys! Oh my god, what are you—“ you began before whipping to Jimin who stood at the door with a smirk. “You… You did this?”
“Of course I did.” He replied.
“But when? When did you have time to do this with work and you’re never home…” You started rambling until you felt Jimin’s touch against your cheek, raising your head to face him. He held your face tenderly and gazed into your eyes with a familiar softness and kindness. It was the same look he had when he first told you he loved you.
“Baby, I will always make time for you. There isn’t a single thing in the world that I wouldn’t do for you.” He pulled your face upward and leaving a prolonged kiss. He hovered over your lips when he drew back. “Now go have fun, baby.”
And have fun you did. You popped a bottle of champagne and drank with your friends, each of which begged you to do drinking shots with them. The room was livened up by everyone taking turns drunkenly singing songs. It was chaos fighting for the microphone, but hilarious to watch and listen to your friends singing. You were worried about whether or not Jimin was enjoying himself, but he sat at the other side of the room speaking to his own friends that he invited. You were relieved and thought to yourself, what would you do without Jimin? He did everything for you and you couldn’t thank him enough.
Jimin must’ve felt your stare and his eyes darted to you. He smirked and his devilish smile made you blush. You hid your reddened cheeks behind your glass of champagne and reverted your attention back to your friend who had been going off about how attractive all of Jimin’s friends were. It seemed if you had a lot of money, you’d appear hotter. Suddenly, you heard the clink of glass. Everyone turned to the source of the sound and you found Jimin standing with a glass in his hand. When the room settled to a hush, he lowered his glass.
“I’d like to the this moment to make a toast, dedicated to my wonderful girlfriend, Y/N.” He looks over at you when he says your name and his mouth spread into a loving smile. You can’t help your cheeks protrude at the sound of your name and Jimin continued. “Firstly, I’d like to thank everyone for taking time out of their busy schedule to make it, it means a lot. Secondly, I just want to say how grateful I am for having such an amazing woman in my life. It’s almost like the universe has brought us together and I can’t think of anyone else that could make me happier. She’s my angel, my world. Which is why I have a song prepared for this special occasion,” Jimin said and turned to the karaoke machine and one of his friends tossed him the microphone. He turned it on and cleared his throat, flashing one last look at you. “Happy birthday, my love.”
A soft and sweet melody began to play and Jimin took over with his melodic and entrancing voice that dripped like honey. The entire room had fallen in love with his voice immediately and you were just as hypnotized by the way Jimin sang while staring directly at you while, dedicating every word in honor of you. Everything seemed like a dream; this small party, Jimin serenading you with his own song, everything was perfect.
The song came to an end too quickly and the room erupted in a roar of applause and cheers. Jimin calmly handed back the microphone and made his way to you, leaving a kiss on your forehead. He returned to his seat across the room and sat back in his seat as his friends spoke to him privately, most likely complimenting him for his performance. Of course they were, it was like listening to a hymn from the heavens. You wondered why he wouldn’t sit with you, but you understood that he must want this night to be spent with your friends.
“Y/N!” Your friend squealed drunkenly, pushing her entire body weight on you. “Let’s go dance!”
“Here?” You glance around the small room.
“No, silly! Out there.” She pointed out the window overlooking the night club. You could see the lights in the ceiling still flashing over the dance floor and the thought of being immersed in the heavy music allowing it to pump throughout your body tempted you. You gave Jimin a side glance to see him fully engrossed in a conversation with a man furnished in a expensive-looking suit, a friend, perhaps.
“Alright, let’s go.” You said enthusiastically and your friend took your hand and she along with a handful of your other friends fled the room, chatting excitedly. Jimin noticed the large group leaving the room and caught you in the midst of the group. He wasn’t able to stop you before the door closed shut as soon as the last person left. Your friend led you down to the heated nightclub where the music rumbled in your ears, sending the hype beat throughout your entire body. You were taken to the center of the dance floor and allowed your body to be controlled by the will of the music.
While in the midst of enjoying the music and the company of your friends that danced around you, you found yourself dancing outside of your friend circle. You didn’t mind, the only thing you cared about was making this night the best night of your life. Jimin had done so much for you and you weren’t going to let it go to waste.
You backed into someone and stumbled forward, but didn’t pay much attention to it. Besides, everyones’ bodies were grazing against each other in the heat of the dance floor. That is, until you felt a pair of strong arms pull you back, locking his grip around your waist. The man whom had grabbed you molded his body against yours and rubbed his crotch against the curve of your ass.
“Hey angel face.” He said into your ear. Your face twisted in disgust. “What, you’re gonna bump into me and not even say hello?”
“Get away of me.” You slap away his hand that was creeping up your leg.
“That’s cute. Keep talking, it’s hot as fuck.” He snickered and you had the urge to throw up everything you had consumed tonight at the sound of his vile words. He pulled your body closer to him and you never the thought the feeling of someone else’s body warmth could make you so uncomfortable. You curled your fingers into a ball and it trembled from your anger. In a swift moment, you strike your heel into his toes and launch your elbow into the man’s gut with enough force for the man to release his hands and double over in pain. You whipped around and glared down at the man, your hand still closed tightly just in case he dared try anything else.
“Don’t you know when to quit? I said to get away from me.” You snapped and stomp off the dance floor and back up the stairs to the room. As you approached the room, you saw Jimin leaning over the railing overlooking the view down below.
“Baby?” You called out to Jimin. He shifts his gaze over to you and you swore you caught a glimpse of darkness behind his eyes. “What are you doing out here?”
He didn’t answer right away and you watched him twirl the ring around his finger broodingly. “You handled that quite well.” He said as you edged into the spot next to him, placing your forearms on the railing. You gave him a puzzled look until the realization dawned on you.
“Oh no, that was—“
“I know, I saw.” Jimin cut you off and your jaw tightened at his sharp tone. Was he mad? What had you done wrong? You gave him a side glance and could see the shadow cast over his eyes that watched the people beneath him. You wanted to explain, but he had witnessed everything so what else was there to say?
“I-I’m sorry.” You whispered softly. Jimin craned his neck at you.
“For?”
“I-I don’t know… I must’ve done something wrong.” You lowered you head and somehow managed to get the words past the growing lump in your throat.
“Oh babygirl, it wasn’t you. In fact, I should shut down this unruly circus of a club because someone heathen laid his hands on you.” Jimin pulled you into his chest and you felt his hand rest on the small of your back. They traveled lower to your hips, raking over the sequins of your dress. “However,” he shifted into a warning tone. “I never gave you permission to go down there, did I now? I never said it was okay to shake your ass around with your little friends, did I?” Jimin moved his lips to your ear as he spoke in a firm voice. Your mouth gaped open as you scrambled for the words fit enough for an apology.
At your silence, Jimin struck your ass with the palm of his hand and you yelped; the pain forcing you to stand on the tip of your toes.
“Did I?”
“N-No, daddy! I’m sorry I acted wrongly. I-It won’t happen again.” You spat out quickly; your ass stung with biting pain. Jimin grabbed your ass and squeezed the area he had just struck, only making the pain worse. You whined into his chest and Jimin pressed his mouth against your ear.
“Such a good girl.” He cooed. “Now walk with me.”
You nodded and turned to walk. Jimin kept his hand on your back and led you around the corner down to a quieter hall. You walked past the room Jimin reserved and you glanced sideways at the door. Jimin pressed on your back to push you onward. Both of you were silent and the sound of your heels clacking on the floor echoed in the vacant hallway.
“Turn here.” Jimin said and you pivoted, suddenly turning into shorter hall that led to the public bathrooms. You pulled to a halt and stood still in the middle of the hallway. Jimin stood behind you, so close that you could feel his body heat against your back.
“Now listen closely. You’re going to get on your knees and suck daddy off and afterwards, I’m going to show you what happens when you act without my permission. Any questions?” Jimin asked in a cold, stern voice.
“No, sir.” You replied in a meek voice. Jimin leaned against the wall while you slowly got on your knees. Your hand traveled up Jimin’s leg, smoothing over his muscular thigh until you felt the cold metal of his belt. You glanced upward, catching Jimin’s stone eyes that watched your hand work. They were impatient, but he never spoke a word to hurry you. You unbuckled his belt; the clicking of the gold buckle and the shuffling of fabric filled the silent hallway. As you unzipped Jimin’s pants, you noticed he wasn’t hard. His semi-hard length fell sadly in your hand and your chest tightened. Was your outfit nor your makeup not good enough? Was he not enjoying himself?
“Work for it, babygirl.” Jimin spoke up, perhaps noticing how your face fell. You obeyed and started stroking his length from the base and dragging your fingers towards the tip.It took a few seconds for Jimin’s dick to get harder as blood pumped through the veins, but soon it felt heavier in your hand and when the first glisten of precum appeared at his urethra, you laid the head on your tongue and swallowed him until his cock tapped the back of your throat. Jimin let out a low grunt of pleasure.
“That’s it. Take it deeper, all the way down your throat.” He coaxed as you curled your tongue around his cock, lathering his length in your saliva. “Fuck, your mouth is always so amazing. You love sucking daddy off, don’t you, pet?” He smirked, a single eyebrow raised at his own snarky comment. You hummed and dipped your head to take him deeper down your throat. You loved the feeling of your mind fleeting as your airways were constricted, sometimes either by Jimin’s hands as he squeezed the edges of your neck or when he shoves his thick cock down your pipe.
You bobbed your head in a faster motion while keeping your lips suctioned to Jimin’s cock, keeping the warmth and moisture in your mouth. And Jimin wasn’t shy with his moans of pleasure; his breathing became rough and erratic—an attempt to hold onto his mental reins and not lose his composure.
“Look at that pretty face, sucking off daddy so nicely. Do you like being on your knees? Spreading your legs like an obedient pet, go ahead, play with yourself.” He praised, his eyes following your hands as they lifted your dress and snuck in between your legs. Your fingers grazed over the mesh of your panties; your sex was so heated and had it not been for the thin piece of fabric lining your slit you would’ve been dripping all over the floor. You put pressure on your clit and shuddered, a jolt of pleasure was sent through you. You dug your knees into the floor as you focused the weight of your body on your fingers.
“Make sure daddy feels good too.” Jimin chuckled and put a hand on the back of your head to make his cock go deeper down your throat. He thrusted right past your uvula and your throat tightened and emitted a strange squelching noise. Your body tensed and you shut your legs from the force. Jimin grunted loudly and threw his head back.
“Fuck! That’s a good girl. You wanna make daddy cum with your slutty mouth, don’t you?” You continued to rub circles over your clit while you sucked Jimin off. Saliva collected around the corners of your mouth, but you only took him deeper. Jimin’s cock slid in and out of your throat like a toy being used for pure pleasure. He didn’t give a second thought before abusing your throat.
Jimin yanked your head away and you gasped from the sudden intake of air that rushed into your lungs. You clung to Jimin’s leg with one hand while the other cupped your sex through your wet panties while you slowly regained your breath. Jimin swiped his thumb over your saliva-drenched chin and spread it over your lips. Your smeared lipstick must’ve made you look like a messy clown, but you licked your spit off Jimin’s finger obediently. His cock stood straight and hard, still twitching madly from the head you just gave him.
“You did so well, pet. Almost made daddy cum.” He smiled down at you. You lit up with your tongue still hugging Jimin’s thumb in its’ warmth. You drew outward when you were done cleaning it and kissed the soft tip while batting your eyes at Jimin. He smirked and his cock twitched. “Stand up.”
“Yes, sir.” You said and stood on your feet, smoothing down your dress around you legs when you found balance on your heels. You stood straight as Jimin left traces of his touch on your thigh and hips with his hand as he circled around you. You felt his hand hike up your dress and graze your bare ass. You pressed your lips together to hold back any moans of pleasure.
“So wet,” he spoke as he pressed a finger against your dampened panties. You arched your back at the sensation of his touch. “So ready to be fucked. Tell me baby, do you like being touched like this? To be teased to the point where you’ll cum from having your clit played with?” He asked and suddenly focused his touch on your swollen clit. A low moan rumbled in your throat.
“Yes daddy, it feels so good.” You moaned into the wall. Jimin played with your clit, swirling it around in small circles. He watched with hungry eyes as you stuck your ass out for him, so wide and shaped like a perfect peach tied up in expensive lace. Jimin smacked one of your ass cheeks and sneered when a gasp interrupted your symphony of moans. He felt you clench above his fingers.
You were so needy; disobedient, dirty and a bad, bad girl, but always willing to give yourself up to pleasure Jimin no matter how badly he roughened you up.
“Do you want daddy’s cock? Hm?” Jimin palmed the other cheek and it rang loudly. You knees buckled and you scratched the wall with your fingernails. Jimin, without the slightest hesitation, tore your lace panties apart and let the fabric pool at your feet leaving you bare and vulnerable to the cold air that whooshed underneath you.
“I want you to apologize,” he said while sliding the head in between your wet folds, gathering your slimy juices. “Then I want you to beg for it. Now.”
“I-I’m sorry I did something without your permission. I regret go-going down and dancing with people I don’t know. I will do better, daddy...” you said as Jimin continued to slide his thick shaft between your folds, teasing you in such torturous way and you knew he wouldn’t send you into the blissful state of pleasure until you did what he ordered. “So I beg you, daddy, please punish me for being a bad girl. I promise it won’t happen again if you fuck me with your thick cock. Please?” You threw a look behind your shoulder, eyes glittering with the innocence of the so-called “good girl” you were supposed to be.
“Hmm...” Jimin pondered. He lined up his cock at your hole and prodded at the entrance. You chewed on your lower lip hungrily. “Good enough. You can have your reward, babygirl.” He said and began unbuttoning his dress shirt, loosening his collar as you slid onto his cock, nice and slowly. You let him stretch you out and allowed your hot, sticky walls to hug his cock. You sucked him all the way to the base and swirled your ass around, the head of his cock tickling your cervix. You purred and grinded your ass into him.
“Oh, yes! I love your cock daddy!” You cried out in pleasure. Jimin’s eyes were fixated on your pussy that swallowed his cock that glistened with your juices.
“That’s it, babygirl. Ride daddy’s cock like a good girl.” He hissed and traced his palm over his chest. He stood with his legs apart and balanced himself well while you slammed your ass against his pelvis. You clawed at the wall, pleasure spreading throughout your body like a wildfire; as if with every thrust your lower region were lit aflame like steel wool. Your moans spilled out shamelessly and you couldn’t care less if someone walked in on you wildly fucking. The desire to cum was strong and you didn’t want to stop.
Jimin grabbed a chunk of your hair and yanked it back, digging deep into you. You gasped and tightened around his cock instinctively.
“You’re getting a little too loud, pet. If you’re going to squeal like a slut, why don’t I send your ass back onto the dance floor?” Jimin snarled, pulling your hair back and forcing you to arch your back until his words tickled your ear. He swirled his hips and a moan quivered out of your mouth.
“I’m sorry—aah!” Jimin thrusted into you, his tight balls slapping against your clit. He yanked your hair back, gripping it messily in his hands. You craned you neck backwards and whimpered desperately as Jimin fucked you with a selfish need to cum, in you or on you, it didn’t matter to him.
“God damn, your pussy is so warm and tight—nice little cunt.” Jimin growled behind you. He fucked you madly, scraping your deepest parts that felt electrifying with every rapid thrust. Your mind went blank from pleasure and you were on the verge of climaxing.
Jimin yanked your hair back and exhaled a loud grunt. “Fffuck, I’m gonna get you fuckin’ pregnant. You want daddy’s kids? Hm?” He swirled his hips and your breath hitched; nails chipping at the wall as you clawed it.
“Yes! Fuck yes, cum in me! Please daddy!” You squealed—at this point bystanders weren’t existent—it was just you and him.
Jimin slammed his hips into you and forced you to arch your back by opposing the pull of our hair and the force of his hips. You felt his warm seed fill you up, a tight, warm sensation swirled in your stomach. You cried out in pleasure, clenching around Jimin to squeeze every last bit of cum out of his throbbing cock.
Though the pleasure didn’t last for long. Jimin pulled out of you and let his cum drop out of you. He suddenly slapped your ass and you clenched in surprise.
“Don’t spill my cum. I thought you wanted to have my babies.” Jimin sneered with a devilish smirk. You nodded obediently and kept your sex tightened so Jimin’s cum didn’t leak out. You didn’t even have panties as extra protection as it laid on the floor in a sad pool of black lace.
You heard the clink of metal and your eyes darted to Jimin to see him with his pants already on and fastening his belt around them. You gawked.
“Ji—daddy? Don’t I get to cum?” You asked in a meek voice. Jimin shot you a hard, dirty look.
“Do you think you deserve to cum?”
You didn’t answer, afraid that it was rhetorical.
“It may be your birthday, but a birthday girl doesn’t get anything if she’s been bad. I’ve fucked you, isn’t that enough for you?” Jimin asked and before you could protest, he snapped his fingers. “Lets go, I can’t stand in this dirty club anymore.” He ordered and you hastily pulled down your dress over your bare ass and followed Jimin. He rest his hand on your lower back as he led you back to the room to retrieve your belongings and then to the elevators that had taken you here. As you stood waiting for the elevators to arrive, you glanced sideways at Jimin who stoically kept his gaze on the shiny elevator doors. His side profile was so captivating you couldn’t help but allow your eyes to linger over his features for a second longer.
“Craving for a round two?” Jimin asked. You turned forward quickly and he snorted.
“N-No...” you said, suddenly reminded of Jimin’s seed that you kept in your womb. “Were you really that mad?” You asked with starry eyes. Jimin pursed his lips and the elevators dinged. He stepped in and once the doors closed in front of you, Jimin’s hand snaked around you and he squeezed your hip.
“I would never be furious with you, baby. I just didn’t expect you to go dancing. I reserved us a room for a reason.” He snorted and guilt washed over you.
“I’m sorry, I was so dumb and inconsiderate.” You shook your head as you faced the ground.
“Hey, hey, hey,” he said while raising your head with his finger. Jimin looked into your eyes and smiled warmly. “Don’t say that. That’s the last thing you are. All I see is a strong, beautiful woman whom I can never get out of my mind.” The two of you giggled at the last part and Jimin pulled your face forward for a gentle kiss and whispered against your soft lips.
“Happy birthday.”
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