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youarejesting · 4 years

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Femme: 41

Pairing: BTS - OT7 x Reader, GDragon x Bigbang

Rating: mature

Length: 4.9k

Warnings: sex, cum denial, mentions of assault, Dom Namjoon.

Announcement: Thank you for waiting patiently, I have been struggling with the internet. Here is the new chapter, I hope you all enjoy. If anything is missing let me know it took me 3 hours to post this from my niece's phone haha

Recap: The boys all found out y/n is having Yoongi’s baby and you all have to learn how to accommodate a little one. You have a magical wedding. You and Yoongi are getting down and dirty when you go into labour. You give birth to a beautiful baby boy named Kyungju. Scary, Fun and Cute times have been had and that’s where we left off.

Yoongi was playing the piano while wearing a papoose. Making exasperated sounds when something didn’t sound right in the song he was writing. Kyungju knew nothing about music but what his father exposed him to. Making a grunting sound whenever the music stopped playing he tried hard to mimic his father's sounds. When he really liked a song or melody he would wiggle and kick his feet squeaking happily and Yoongi continued brainstorming, silently laughing at his son’s cute reactions.

It was the first time Kyungju was without you. Looking at potential daycares for the days one of you weren’t home and seeing as Yoongi works from home and Taehyung and Namjoons jobs were contract-based. Meaning they only worked when there was work for them. This wouldn’t be often.

Yoongi placed the baby in the walker and sat on the floor in front of him taking out a container of puréed peach apple and pear. He tried to feed his son but he refused eyes full of amusement. “Come on Kyungie we aren’t playing it's time to eat”

After another refusal, Yoongi sighed taking a spoonful and trying to entertain his son to no avail. “Look I don’t know what your complaining about its fruit look it’s tasty” he scooped some into his mouth and made exaggerated sounds pausing.

“Man that’s actually really good, if you don’t eat it I will” Yoongi scooped another spoonful into his mouth watching his son leaning forward mouth open making grabbing hands, he laughed feeding him “that’s all it took, you will do it if I do it?”

Yoongi was chatting to Kyungju about his work while feeding him. Kungju’s eyes were growing heavy, dropping adorably. “I don’t see what the big deal is you know, it’s not like it’s a particularly good tune I mean I wrote it on the toilet” he scooped himself some purée before offering another to his son.

Kyungju slowly rolled the purée around his mouth most of it escaping as he slowly laid his head on his arm. Yoongi blinked shocked picking up his son and walking him to the nursery, he played him the music he had written for the infant. Making sure it was a low volume on the sound system. He cleaned his son’s face and hands removing the bib from his chest and laid his boy into the crib.

He switched on the monitor and walked out looking for his phone, spotting the half-eaten jar of purée beside it on the coffee table. He picked up both scooping some of the baby food into his mouth.

You had arrived home early, to see Yoongi enjoying the Jar of baby food. He froze, throwing the spoon into the sink and placing the small jar in the fridge. “No one will believe you” he smirked shutting. “Shit you are right, why didn’t I take a photo, look I won’t tell anyone about you eating the babies food if you go to the shop and buy some more, because that was our last jar”

When your boy woke he didn’t cry. He was babbling in his crib playing with his Woogie. You stepped into the room and watched his eyes light up and the pull of his all gum smile in response. He looked so much like his father. Taking Kyungju to the antenatal clinic he was weighed and measured they asked you questions about his diet and movement.

You walked home pushing the pram, Kyungju dropped his Woogie off the side and a kid in uniform stopped picking it up. “Hey little man you dropped this” he smiled and looked up, you took a sharp breath. It was the same kid the one who had helped you get your purse but also led you down an alleyway where people were waiting to do god knows what.

Your breathing became erratic, freezing up as if one wrong move could hurt your baby. “I’m sorry,” he said and turned away from you, noticing his face was bruised and busted. “I’m sorry, please don’t hurt me” He curled up and was hyperventilating more than you, your son turned looking up at you and reached forward to gently pull on the boy's hair.

“Kyungie, no we don’t pull hair” grabbing your son’s hand and untangling it from the reddish locks. Shushing the teen until his breathing evened out “Listen I am not going to hurt you, but, can you tell me about why you did it?” “Everyone has their breaking point, I let them all getaway and had been beaten because of it but everyone has a limit when their fear takes over and they will do anything to keep themselves or their loved ones safe, I am sorry it had to be you”

“What happened to your face?” “It was just a couple hits,” he said and you looked at his face and sighed “it’s not like I can do anything I have no home or family or anyone who cares about me, they all died years ago, when I was starving on the street they told me they would protect men feed me and put a roof over my head but now I can’t escape”

You bit your lip, hooping like hell you wouldn’t regret this, you gave him your number, “look if you need help call me, and use the code word bangtan. Stay safe”

When you arrived at home Yoongi still wasn’t back yet he texted that he took a detour for lamb skewers. Taking the opportunity to film. “Hey, guys so I just got back from Kyungie’s appointment they say he is looking really good. But today I have some exciting news, I am pregnant again I haven’t told the boys yet but I just got back from the doctor and I am sixteen weeks which is four months, I successfully kept this one a secret, though I think Jiminie and Hobi are getting really suspicious, I haven’t had any morning sickness this pregnancy which has been a dream.”

“I also got the results on who the next father is, but I haven’t read it yet I am going to tell them all tonight so I will record it for you and-” you told the camera your plan and began editing the first half of the video so it was almost ready to post.

The boys came home one by one. You had set up multiple cameras around the living room with the remote in your pocket ready to film their reactions. Dinner consisted of jjigae, rice and banchan for the adults, Kyungju had puréed chicken broccoli and pumpkin, he was having more fun spitting it at Jimin than actually eating.

“Come on Kyungie eat your dinner” “I went to the doctor today, Kyungie hasn’t really put on much weight so they want to monitor him a little more but he is growing really well and is in the top seventy-five percent for his age”

“But babies as they get more active and as his diet is changing it will slow down his weight gain we just have to watch he is eating enough. I called Yoongi‘s mother and she said Yoongi was the same and not to worry”

“And the doctor was impressed with my muscles said if I keep following Kookies light workout routine that I should have no troubles at all and she said sex and orgasms are a good work out for pelvic floor muscles so if anyone wants to work out, you know where to find me” “That’s good that you had no issues” Namjoon grinned from across the table, “if anything changes let us know your health is most important to us”

“Did the doctor say anything else?” Hoseok asked and you grinned at him. “He said Kyungie needs his six-month vaccinations but I booked that later this week when Namjoon had his day off, I couldn’t go alone and tomorrow is his first day at daycare and then I am heading off to work so if anyone wants to drop him off with me you can otherwise we will record it if someone is busy and so we can keep it forever”

Seokjin was taking kyungie for a bath after dinner. The two sat in the warm water Jin smiling and playing with the squeaky bath toys that made Kyungie erupt in fits of giggles. Taehyung took him to get him dried and dressed. You told him you had laid clothes out on the changing table in the nursery. You pressed record seeing the red lights on the hidden camera’s switch on.

Taehyung walked him back from the nursery and laughed. “This is funny his suit says big brother on it like he is asking to be a big brother” he showed them the words on the suit.

“Are you pregnant again?” “I knew it Jagiya, Jimin and I have been discussing it for weeks” Hoseok laughed “I thought I hid it well” “We are going to need a bigger house. How far along are you?”

“Kyungie you’re a big brother” Taehyung grinned down at the boy “Who is the father?” Hoseok asked “One at a time, okay I am four months. I got to sixteen weeks without you finding out and it was exhausting but I didn’t get morning sickness this time because I knew how to prevent it better”

“Who is the father?” Namjoon asked quietly. “I don’t know but I have the letter, so who wants to read it first” They all shook their heads and you hummed opening the letter and covered your mouth crying, “Kookie, you’re going to be a daddy” you sniffed and he shot from the chair and wrapped his arms around you crying. He had a wet face and his hands were shaking.

“I love you” his laugh was broken by a sob, “I’m going to be a dad” The boys tackled him and patted his back. “Jaykay, you sly dog” they cheered happily.

You took Kyungju to daycare with your usual walking and Taehyung. The place was run by a lovely group of young men and women, “ah Miss y/n, so this is Kyungju, how are you today? He looks happy” a cute young man with a name tag that said ‘hello my name is Sungmin’. Sungmin grinned scooping up your son from your arms. He tried to keep his voice from sounding winded as he received several strong kicks to the chest by a smiling Kyungju.“He is a strong one”

“Congratulations we saw your announcement video, another baby” Sunny smiled Yoona gave you a quick hug before you had to go to work. You had met the two the day before for all the paperwork and interviews. They assured you they would call if anything seemed odd, you kissed your boy and tried not to cry.

Inshik listened while you spoke about the daycare and your new pregnancy, he comforted you about your son being away from home. You got up to serve a customer but it was Jimin, eventually, all the boys turned up and you stepped out the van, “hello my lovers why are you all here? I’m not giving free ice creams”

“Joon told us to” Hoseok smiles pulling you onto his lap pressing his lips to the back of your neck whilst rubbing your tummy. Namjoon spoke quickly to Inshik who told you that was all for today. Namjoon led you to a company van and after a short drive, you arrived at a lovely building. The group stepping out to greet others.

“Okay, this is a little expensive but it is just a block from Kyungie’s daycares and still close to our workplaces it’s got a huge master bedroom, it’s built as a Femme home, so there are a lot of rooms.

A realtor walked you through and you looked around imagining how you would decorate. “But what about the TXT boys I can’t leave them behind“ “We have so many rooms they could stay over for sleepovers” Taehyung grinned and you debated the costs.

“This is a big and expensive house” your face showed your concerns. “We can do it, we all make a good living and the videos we make online can cover most of our expenses anyways” “Let’s sleep on it”

The channel grew more and more. The boys and their families all put money in to help you buy the house outright and you were so happy moving in. Staying in the huge master bedroom the room was ten meters wide and there were two Super Caesar beds each bed was 3.65 meters wide and could fit four people in each so both beds custom fit together could hold eight people comfortably.

Rolling from one side to the other was a full 7.3 meters and the bathroom was huge as well, there were five bathrooms in the house and the boys had a computer and games room an office and Yoongi’s studio. You all decided to make a room for making videos for your channel.

So the new house had twelve rooms and you were excited some of the boys still used their own rooms when they needed their own space. Otherwise, they all stayed in the master bedroom and left the other rooms for guests.

And not only was their room for guests you had room for pets, so all the boy’s beloved pets moved into the house. Yoongi had taught holly to protect Kyungju so he spent most of his nights on the soft rug in the nursery.

When Kyungju would crawl across the floor after Yeontan and Mickey, Holly would lay on his belly and crawl along beside Kyungju.

Sometimes you would see the Mins sleeping on the studio couch, Kyungju on Yoongi’s chest Woogie in his little fist and holly at Yoongi’s feet.

“Hey everyone it’s been so hectic, as you saw in our house tour video last week, we moved into a new house. It’s May and I am seven months pregnant and extremely exhausted after setting up, so today we are just going to have live mukbang so I can eat and relax and talk about things happening”

“I have a few friends coming over with some, so they should be here any minute” the TXT boys turned up and with bags of food making themselves comfortable in front of the camera. “We got you your favourite foods Noona, hello everyone?” “You look tired Noona are you feeling okay?” “Just tired from moving but this house is so big which is perfect for our growing family”

“Noona look what I am wearing today,'' Yeonjun showed his shirt which you had given them in a PR package, it was your channel merchandise. “You grinned showing him the TXT phone case, which you put on especially for them. Eating and talking, Soobin whose hands were full bouncing Kyungju to sleep was being fed by Beomgyu and Yeonjun.

Your son woke after all the food was demolished so you ended the live, fed and changed him, giving him to Taehyun who was super playful. Your phone rang, there was no caller ID.

“Hello?” Someone was sobbing into the other end and you felt your body tense, who was this. “hello?” “Bangtan,” the voice said “please Bangtan” “Okay stay on the phone are you safe?” “No they are outside the door they are going to bust it down”

You took Soobin’s phone off the table and called Namjoon, he didn’t answer. You lied through your teeth, “help is coming” “Hurry please” “Hang in there we will be there soon tell me where you are?” He gave you an address “can you put something in front of the door a dresser or a bed or something”

You told the boys to take care of Kyungju for a few minutes and you took a cab across town and threw the driver some cash and told him to stay and keep the car running. You left the door open much to the driver’s dismay.

You wondered if this was the place, your suspicions confirmed by the shouting from inside, you called him. “I am here are you near a window” you saw his head poke out and you frowned he was on the second floor. You hummed sneaking across the lawn and he started climbing out. You could hear the men breaking down the door he jumped. You heard a sickening crunch and he slapped a hand over his face muffling his scream. The door wouldn’t hold much longer and they would know he had escaped. With all the strength of a mother saving an endangered Child you picked him up and moved quickly to the taxi, you placed him in.

“Take us to the hospital” you got their helping him limp to the emergency room. Phone ringing, it was Namjoon. They had arrested the men for possession of weapons and drugs. One of them had videos on their phone of them assaulting people including the young boy with you.

He had been in surgery for severe internal bleeding and to set his leg and his leg was wrapped in a cast, “what do I do now, I have no home, no money, nothing?” He woke delusional sobbing quietly his split lip reopening. He couldn’t cry well since his eyes were swollen and his broken nose made it hard to breathe.

Namjoon arrived and the TXT boys informed you Seokjin and Jungkook had returned home and we’re looking after Kyungjuf. Thanking them profusely you got the all clear that you and the baby were healthy, and was told not to enter dangerous or stressful situations.

Namjoon spoke with the young boy, “Hello, my name is detective Kim, I want to ask you some questions, is that okay?”The boy nodded “can you tell me your name and how old you are?”

“Nam Yoon-do but people call me Eric,” he said shuffling on the bed. “I am sixteen”

Namjoon finished his questions with the boy each answer pulled at your heartstrings, homeless and an orphan at the age of nine he did what he could to survive. Your genius husband headed over fixing you a cold stare, shutting the curtain. “Why is my pregnant wife going alone to the home of a gang, they are criminals, the lowest of the low”

“He called me and he said the code word for help. I couldn’t sit around and you didn’t answer your phone. He was begging for help as they tried to break down his door. I couldn’t listen to those sounds, I had to do something, I may be pregnant but I am good at hiding. If I went back in time I would do it again in a heartbeat, it’s over now he is safe and that’s all that matters”

“Yeah he is lucky to be alive, they did quite a number on him,” Namjoon said “Can he stay with us?” You asked and Namjoon blanched, he told you it wasn’t a good idea giving you some very good reasons why he shouldn’t. Almost convinced and yet one look at the sad young boy and you had made your mind up.

Namjoon saw the determination in your eyes and gave a small laugh, “you are my wife and if this is your decision then I will stand by you just know that our family comes first and we should all have a say”

“He is the same age as the TXT boys he has had a bad life” you argued calmly trying to keep your voice down. “And he only knows how to do bad things” Namjoon hissed “this is delicate we don’t know what he might do”

“Give him a chance to be good, we don’t know what he will do if we don’t give him the chance” His lips moulding against yours his hands grasping and bunching the fabric of your skirt. Grabbing your shoulders he turned you. Catching your hands on the hospital mattress you had previously been resting on.

He threw his suit jacket onto the bed beside your hands. You heard the stretch of leather, the metal clack of his belt, and the sweet erotic sound of his zip. You were wet with anticipation, he reached between your legs brushing two fingertips against your clothed clit.

Hands tightening in the sheets, Namjoon traced a line down your heat and groaned. He pulled down your underwear, the shuffle of fabric the only sound before you felt him, thick against your thigh.

He ran the head of his cock against your entrance. The ache for him was so bad. grinding back against him, he held your hips firm. And pressed the tip into your pussy, he didn’t go all the way in teasing you.

You pleaded under your breath and he closed his eyes moaning at your begging. Unable to take anymore he pulled your hips towards him sinking into your wet folds. You lifted your head up gasping.

He snapped his hips into you, his grasp on your hips was so he could pull you back to meet every thrust. You were so close muffling your sounds with his suit jacket. He came hard inside you a bloom of warmth filling your lower stomach his dick twitching as he released.

“You did something dangerous today and could have gotten hurt, you need to learn how that would affect us all as a family. So you are being punished, you are not allowed to cum for one whole week and I will be telling the other boys this too” he pulled your underwear up, turning you to face him.

He brushed his knuckles along your cheek, “you don’t know how it feels knowing you could be hurt. I work a dangerous job and there is a chance I won’t come home, what if I was beaten or even killed, how would you feel? That isn’t even half of what we might feel if something happened to you”

“I will accept this punishment because I know exactly how you would feel but please think about this. That boy has no one who will feel this if something happens to him. What if this was your son? What if we all died and kyungie was left alone? I would want a nice family to take him in rather than my poor boy be on the street”

“Why do you always have such compelling arguments?” He lowered his forehead onto your shoulder and you fixed his suit “look my parents have a spare bedroom now that all the children left home and they are much more mature and stable than us. They can give him all the attention he deserves while we are focused on the babies. Not to mention they would love another son, my father has been pretty lonely since us boys have moved out”

“He would really like that wouldn’t he” you remembered fondly Namjoon’s father absolutely adoring your husbands and trying to invite them to go camping or fishing. Yoongi seemed really interested in the latter and even convinced Seokjin and Jungkook to go when the weather got warm. Needless to say, the older gentleman had been calling and messaging every weekend with updates and packing tips and fun facts about how to be a better fisherman.

“Eric?” You called walking on shaky legs across the room. He looked up in response to his name and you felt the pang of guilt in your chest for letting him go when you saw the first bruises, why hadn’t you helped him that day. It wouldn’t have come to this.

Taking his hand in yours “forgive me, I shouldn’t have let you go back the day I saw the bruises, this is all my fault I could have prevented this” “Noona it’s not your fault, I wouldn’t expect you to help after what I did?”

“I have to go, you stay here, okay everything will be fine and I will pay the bill okay, just rest”

It was a long week the boys hadn’t let you orgasm as Namjoon requested each one silently furious that you could be so reckless. You were frustrated but you loved each of them so much you were satisfied when they were satisfied.

Eric was finally able to see properly his swollen and purple toned bruises had faded to a dark green yellow and he was looking more like his handsome self. “Where did you get this?” “Yeonjun and Kai and those group of boys you are friends with all brought me my homework a few days ago”

“Do you need any help?” “Can you help me with English?” He looked up nervous, nodding you sat on the end of his bed taking the textbook and skimming the pages. It was about hobbies and adjective orders. You decided to start small and introduce yourselves hoping he could gain confidence.

“Hello my name is y/n“ “Hello my name is Eric” “How old are you Eric?” “I am sixteen” “What do you like?” “I like… uh how you say food place and uh red colour and look seeing uh town” “You like restaurants and the colour red and you like going and looking around town?” “Ah I like going new place” “Oh going to new places, how about a new home?”

He was processing the words slowly and seemed confused dropping a ‘sorry I don’t understand’. You smiled he looked so confused. “I found you a home, I wanted to know if you would like to stay with my father in law?”

“I don’t know this one sorry” he blushed “That’s okay I can ask you in Korean. My father in law owns a big house and he wanted to know if you would like to stay in one of the spare rooms”

He pencil paused on the page and he looked up with hopeful eyes, then seemed to crush it down trying to look indifferent looking back at his page working quietly.“I wouldn’t want to intrude.”

“My parents in law, they met you would have already added you to the family. They are a lovely couple and they live close to your school. I won’t let you leave here alone again. I’m sorry but the only choice you have right now is what colour you want your bedroom, he texted me this morning”

Handing over the phone he began reading the message, “what colour does he like, I can’t paint the room before he arrives, is he allergic to anything. If he is unsure we can pick out colours and bedding when he arrives. Does he need anything, school books, uniform or bag?”

Eric stopped reading and looked up at you, “I don’t know if I am okay with that?” “Well he wanted to meet you today is that okay?” “Uh sure” his smile was small and you wanted to squeeze him to your chest and protect him. Reaching out to tousle his unruly hair feeling extremely maternal. You heard a familiar voice from outside.

“Good morning, my lady I was looking for a mister Nam Yoon-Do” you both looked at each other and you smiled. “Can you tell me if he is allowed some snacks from outside the hospital?” “Of course sir he has no restrictions to his diet and no allergies, I will just see if he is ready for more visitors” The nurse poked her head into the room and confirmed he was expecting someone.

“Ah hello you must be the young man Mister Nam Yoon-do, Can I call you Yoon-do or do you prefer Yoonie” “Yes sir, please call me Eric” He looked at his hands and you felt your heart constrict, rubbing his back and smiled. “Eric are you hungry, the lunch trolley is late again today, how about we eat something together, there looks like a lot of food”

“Ah yes, the wife made this for us to enjoy,” He smiled “we are excited to have you if you want to live with us that is, we got some rooms and you just let us know what you like to eat. And you can have the computer room to play all those games the kids are talking about and if you like fishing we could go out and…”

Walking home you walked past Kyungju’s Daycare picking him up, the staff there loved him and you were glad he was able to make a few little friends he could grow up alongside. You were picking up his bag when you saw Seokjin waiting for you outside. “Hello Daddy what are you doing here?”

“I wanted to take you on a date if that’s okay with you, we will both have to change and leave Kyungie at home with the others but then we can head on our way”

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hispeculiartreasure · 5 years

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All We’ve Got is Time - Chapter Nine | B.B.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

AU: If They’d Survived/Post-War/Window Washer!Bucky Barnes

Rating: Teen

Word count: 5,500

Chapter 9/24

Warnings: A bad word, a barely-violent bar skirmish

AN: Thank you for patiently awaiting this chapter! This posting schedule is much, much more suitable. You are all so lovely and supportive. Let me know your thoughts on this chapter! And send me an ask if you’d like to be tagged.

Fun fact, the Commando Cocktail was actually on the Stork Club’s drink menu in the late 1940s! It definitely had a more sensuous namesake but I just took an opportunity and ran with it 😉

Chapter Eight

‘All We’ve Got is Time’ Masterlist

First thing in the morning the bullpen is already abuzz with squeals and giggles. The typists of the office huddle around their sweet friend as she holds out her hand, the square cut diamond sparkling in the morning light.

“It’s beautiful, Dorothy. Congratulations,” you purr, squeezing her fingers after perusing the jewelry close-up.

“I’m assuming he asked you in an insanely romantic way?” Millie sighs, chin perched in her hands.

“Yeah, tell us the story!” Frances giggles.

Dorothy settles into her chair, eyes shining. As she begins her tale Suzy leans in to you and whispers, “We’re dropping like flies around here. Alice last week, Dorothy today. And they’re some of the youngest. If you come in next week with a ring I’ll toss you out a window.”

You hide a smile behind your hand. “Relax, Suze. It’s sweet.”

“So sweet my teeth are gonna rot,” she grumbles.

“Cynicism is not a good look on you.”

Suzy huffs and turns a dazzling smile to Dorothy as the remaining girls continue to ask questions. The two of you take steps toward your desk and Suzy sighs deeply. “All of a sudden people are marrying like there’s no tomorrow. Five years ago if people were getting hitched after courting for six months your parents locked you in your room until the vapors wore off.”

“Are you jealous?”

The redhead scoffs. “No, but. . . the change has got me. . .” she twists to you, the cynic having been replaced by someone much more forlorn. “It’s got me feeling like I’m behind, ya know?”

“Aw, Suze.” You take her hand in yours. “I get it. The war changed a lot of things, a lot of people.”

“Yeah. Guess so.” A moment passes before she clears her throat and takes her hand back, smoothing her skirt before she motions to your desk. “You’ve been busting your tail this morning. Why’d you get here early?”

“I’ve got lunch plans. Wanted Flannery to know I wasn’t shirking my job by staying out long. Would you believe she was here when I came in at 7?”

“Lord, does that woman sleep?”

“Unclear.” You both turn to watch the back of Flannery’s head bent over her desk, firmly ignoring the fuss over the engagement ring.

“Well. Hope you have a good lunch.” With a wink and a bounce of curls Suzy is gone.

Your fingers fly over your typewriter as you eye the clock, praying your boss doesn’t approach your desk with a new task before lunchtime. With a record number of letters typed, addressed, and sealed up you leave your swivel-chair spinning when your break begins.

Wicker basket in hand you savor the sunshine on your skin as you walk a few blocks to the building Bucky’s team is currently working on. You round the structure, lifting a hand to shield your eyes against the high sun as you look for your boyfriend among the people hanging off of the skyscraper. It’s almost laughable how much he stands out from the other men in his crew.

Where most of the boys are thin and gangly, Bucky is lean and formidable. His work was neat and efficient, an obvious routine to his movements. While you did enjoy your view from several stories down. . .

Bringing your fingers to your mouth you whistle shrilly, causing every head to swivel down to you. You can’t decipher many of Bucky’s features but you can tell he’s smiling the same dopey smile he’d had after you’d shared that first kiss a few weeks ago.

Around the grin he yells, “What’re you doing here, Sixth Floor?”

“Bringing you lunch, Sergeant! Unless you’d rather me go,” you shout back, tossing a thumb over your shoulder.

“I’ll be right down.” You watch as he slowly descends, breathing a sigh when his feet safely meet the ground.

“Hello, beautiful,” a kiss lands on your cheek while he dries his hands on a towel.

“Hungry?”

“Starving.”

You toss him one end of a thin blanket you’d packed. “I’m assuming you’re not too good for a picnic?”

He catches it with a hum and mirrors your unfolding, settling it to the ground beneath the shade of a tree in the courtyard. “I dunno. My delicate sensibilities may be set off-balance.”

“Are your delicate sensibilities offended by sandwiches and fruit?”

“I think they can be persuaded to cooperate, unless you forgot the coffee.”

“You think I’m stupid?” you say as you pull the thermos out of your basket.

Arranging your skirt to maintain modesty you take a seat on your blanket. Bucky sits near before reclining to rest his weight on his elbow, body turned toward you.

“Today been okay?” you ask as he takes the wrapped sandwich you offer.

“Just like any other day. It’s blazing hot up there; one of the guys almost had a heat stroke.”

“Goodness, I hope you’ve been drinking water.”

His eyes soften as he replies, “Yes ma’am. By the way, I have an appointment with a local job counselor next week.”

“Bucky, that’s fantastic!” you enthuse, grabbing his arm.

“Fingers crossed he can help me figure out how to head towards being a mechanic.”

“I sure hope so. I’m proud of you for reaching out to him. This is a great start.”

Before you can ask why he’s gazing at you adoringly he asks, “How’s work been?”

“Busy. Our business year is almost done so our mail has been stacking up. Plus I’m pretty certain Anderson’s mistress broke up with him: he’s been in an extra testy mood. Oh, and Dorothy got engaged last night.”

“I thought that happened last week?”

“No, that was Alice.”

“Hard to keep it all straight,” Bucky mutters as he guzzles his cup of coffee.

You can’t help a giggle. “That’s exactly what Suzy said. Dorothy seems happy, though.” Bucky only hums in thought.

The next several minutes are quiet, spent enjoying each other’s presence as you people watch and eat.

“Dinner tomorrow?”

“Mhmm,” you hum affirmatively around a mouthful of grape.

You sense a hesitancy in Bucky as he stares at his cookie. After a big gulp he says, “Do ya wanna do drinks after with Steve and Peggy?”

Your stomach drops. “You want me to meet them?”

“I do.”

A million thoughts stampede through your brain in the span of three seconds. This is a big deal. They mean a lot to Bucky. These are his best friends. What if they hate me. What if I’m not good enough, what if one word from them means Bucky never speaks to me again? What if-

“Only say yes if you want to, I don’t wanna pressure you-”

“No no no no,” you blurt, shaking your head. “I want to. It’s just. . .”

“Just what?” Words leave you, an empty silence hanging in their place. “Tell me,” Bucky nudges, hand tangling with yours.

“It’s an intimidating prospect.”

“Because of what they do? Really, they aren’t that big of a deal, just have jobs that-”

“Not intimidating because of who they are. But who they are to you, Bucky.” His eyebrows furrow, so you continue. “Steve has been your lifelong best friend and you’ve been to war and back with Peggy, literally. I’m honored that you want them to meet me but at the same time. . .”

“Wait -” he leans back. “Do you think they aren’t going to like you?”

“There’s always a chance-”

Bucky had the nerve to laugh - not a laugh of derision, but genuine disbelief. “Not a chance in the world. Steve knows you’re special. He knows me better than I know myself, he’s seen how I’ve been since you. And Peggy. . . she may be a harder sell. But that’s got nothing to do with you. It’ll go fine. Okay?” And with his fingers running up and down your arm, who are you to question him?

“Okay.” You shove half a cookie in your mouth to stave off the urgent impulse to run away.

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“They’re late because they already hate me right?”

Bucky scoffs, leaning his elbows onto the table in the back of the club. “How can they hate you when they don’t even know you? I already told you, Steve called before I left to pick you up. Something popped up at work and a meeting was going to run long. They should be done right about-” he checks his watch, “-now. They’ll be here soon. But to me it sounds like you’re complaining about getting extra time with me.”

You shove at his arm and grumble, “Oh shush.” All he does is chuckle. The band playing loudly from the corner does little to calm your nerves. Every few minutes you pat down your hair for flyways and make sure your dress isn’t wrinkled. You twirl the ring on your right hand over and over before Bucky’s hand stops your fidgeting with a gentle touch.

“You okay? I’ve never seen you like this before.”

“Just because I may always seem confident doesn’t mean I am. Few people get to see me with the jitters.” You slant your eyes to his. “Consider it an honor of yours.”

He opens his mouth to presumably soothe you before something over your shoulder catches his attention. “There he is.” You turn as Bucky stands to greet Captain Steven Rogers and suddenly you understand why Connie is such a fan.

You’d seen the posters and pictures of him in uniform but seeing him sport a suit and tie was another ball game. Somehow his golden hair shines bright under the dull lighting which also cast a beautiful shadow across his broad shoulders. He seems impossibly taller with every purposeful step to your table, jaw set in a firm line.

But then the biggest smile washes across his face as he steps into Bucky for a hug. As men do, they pat each other on the back and part - suddenly Steve’s attention is all on you. Blue eyes so similar to Bucky’s grow warm.

“It is so nice to finally meet you,” he offers his hand. “You’re all he’s been talking about.”

You laugh and grasp his hand, introducing yourself. You glance to Bucky, worrying he’d be bothered by the admission of him discussing you. He’s remarkably at ease, shoulders dropped, face relaxed.

“Where’s Peggy?” Bucky asks.

Steve gestures dramatically as the three of you take your seats. “She was pulled aside for a private meeting on our way out the door. But she shouldn’t be too long.”

“Never thought you’d be the one in a relationship with work-life balance,” Bucky jabs.

“And you never miss an opportunity to badger me about my work.”

“Yes, I’ve heard you two are quite the pair,” you look between the two men.

Steve raises an eyebrow. “Oh, we’ve got some stories.” As he dives into a story involving a rock mysteriously hurtling through the window of the Barnes’ family home you can’t help but be a bit shocked.

His presence commands attention but his demeanor is overtly disarming, daresay gentle. With a boy-ish charm he animatedly tells the story, strongly disagreeing with Bucky’s adjustment of details. You were expecting a hardened war hero, rough and tumble with scars to show for it. This extremely young man was the last thing you were expecting to walk through the door. You feel a peace settle over you as the men tell their childhood story in tandem.

Bucky gives you a moment of eye contact and his lips twitch to a smile. Not so bad right?

The delightful verbal sparring is interrupted by three giggling women - well, girls. They bounce up to the table, looking barely old enough to be allowed into the bar. Gushing about Captain America this, Howling Commandos that, they talk over each other getting louder by the moment. Steve smiles tight and you take note of how much his posture has shifted. Shoulders squared back, adjusting his tie every few moments. Several autographs later the women are finally guided back to their table by a helpful waitress.

Viscerally experiencing a shift between Captain Rogers to Steve to Captain America had you reeling. Seems the duty of being America’s Golden Boy came with some steep costs. Minutes later the same waitress reappears, apologetically placing a drink to your table.

“A Commando cocktail for you sir, from the same three ladies.” Steve sighs and pushes the drink to the middle of the table, decidedly ignoring the eager glances of the gaggle of girls across the room. “May I refresh anyone’s beverage?”

“I’ll have a Sidecar and she,” Steve points to the empty seat next to him, “will have a whiskey, neat.”

“Make that two,” Bucky adds.

You indicate that you’re still working on your first before eyeing the gifted drink between you. “The Commando cocktail. . . did your special ops team have a drink named in your honor?” you ask, perplexed.

Bucky moves his head from side to side. “Could be us. Could have a different meaning. I hope to God it’s not us, you’d think someone would have the decency not to mix bourbon and absinthe in our honor.”

Steve changes the subject to avoid any more embarrassment on his part. “I hear you’re a mechanic,” he leans in with interest.

“Was,” you correct. “Now I’m just a secretary.”

“A typist,” Bucky corrects you in turn. “And I’d say your skills are still pretty up-to-date.”

“Updated enough to do a house call? My Harley’s been making a funny noise, maybe you’d be able to fix it,” Steve says with a chuckle.

“I’d love to take a look at it. Is it high-pitched or low? The vibrations in motorcycles tend to knock the batteries dead fast.”

Steve does his best to smother how impressed he is behind his drink.

“Don’t know what good fixing it will do ya Steve, you’re just going to end up throwing it at something again,” Bucky scolds as he takes his own sip.

“Doing. . . throwing. . . what?” You ask.

Steve blushes, moving to answer when Bucky interrupts him. “This guy has thrown more bikes at enemies than days I spent as a POW. Just ‘cause you’re strong enough to toss ‘em doesn’t mean you should, pal.”

A clipped British accent floats over your table. “Don’t tell me you two are at it again over those motorbikes.”

You turn toward the voice and realize you had not known the definition of intimidation until you’d seen Peggy Carter. She almost perfectly matches Steve’s earlier confident stride except for the click of her heels. After a full day of work her makeup was flawless, accompanied by chestnut hair curled to perfection. High-waisted trousers followed a perfect line to her feet - paired with her simple white blouse and she was one of the most stunning women you’d ever laid eyes on.

The three of you stand as she arrives at the table. “Bucky, always lovely to see you,” she gives him a brief hug before turning on her heel to face you. There’s a sharpness to her gaze as she quickly looks you up and down. “Peggy Carter, pleased to finally meet you.” The handshake you share is firm, inspecting. Just like that, every defense you’d relaxed with Steve was right back in place.

“It’s really nice to meet you, Peggy.” She nods once and narrows her eyes slightly before turning to Steve.

“Hello, darling,” she hums to him with a subtle touch to his arm.

“Did your meeting go okay? Looked intense,” Steve pulls Peggy’s chair out for her before she sits and Bucky does the same for you.

“Bureaucratic nonsense, I’m afraid. I’ll fill you in later,” brown eyes cut to you and Bucky before giving a miniscule shake of her head. “Now what were we discussing?”

“We were talking about the ace mechanic at the table.” Was that a hint of a brag you heard in Bucky’s voice?

“Ah, yes. I heard of your time working in the factory. Do tell us more,” Peggy says breezily before sipping her whiskey.

You share the same story you’d shared with Bucky on your first date - though slightly less eloquently. While Steve reacts encouragingly and asks questions, Peggy sits in relative silence. Every time you turn her way, she’s watching you. Anyone passing by the table would just see someone listening; you could see the analysis rolling through her mind.

Once the conversation shifts you feel a warm hand gently resting on your knee for the briefest of moments. A sweet, It’s okay gesture from Bucky while he reminisced of their days overseas. Mere weeks into this and he could already read you like a book. Then again, reading each other was what started this whole thing, wasn’t it?

“. . . don’t you think?”

The awkward silence prompts you to shake out of your thoughts and glance around the table, everyone looking at you expectantly.

“I’m sorry, say again?”

Peggy drains her glass before setting her steeled gaze on you. “I was just observing that working with some men can tend to be draining. Have you shared that experience?”

You nod, choosing your words carefully - just as carefully as the question had been posed.

“I believe some men have difficulty accepting that a woman might be more knowledgeable in their field, due to their own presuppositions. I had hoped the way women stepped up to work during the war would have been celebrated but it only seems to have threatened the men that came back. I do hope that changes over time.”

She hums and adds a small, “Indeed” while Steve gives a sympathetic smile. “And how did you come to find out about Bucky’s war record?” The suspicion in her voice is minute, but still detectable.

“He had mentioned serving in Europe on our first date, so I knew he was a veteran. I didn’t find out about the. . . special operations until about a week later. One of my coworkers put two and two together when Bucky visited work one day and spilled the beans.”

Bucky grins in Steve’s direction. “She’s a big fan of yours, Stevie. Practically said she’d marry you on the spot.” Once again, Steve’s cheek dust pink.

“For which I apologized to Bucky for. It was mortifying. And unfair to have that reveal sprung on Bucky with no warning.”

“It’s not a big deal,” Bucky insists, hand finding yours under the table.

Abruptly Peggy stands, prompting the two boys to jump to their feet. “I’m going to powder my nose. Would you like to join me?” she directs your way.

“Umm. . .” Bucky catches the hint of panic in your eye and tilts his head. What’s the worst she can do? “Sure. Could use some freshening up myself.”

“Lovely. Excuse us, boys.” Peggy leads the way through the clusters of people, past the bar to the restroom. The door clicks behind you and you’re afraid Peggy will be able to hear how fast your heart is beating. She rummages through her handbag for a moment before settling herself in front of the mirror. You take a position to her right, utilizing the other half of the mirror.

Uncapping a tube of lipstick Peggy expertly applies a fresh coat to her already rose-petal-red lips. Even the way she applied makeup was daunting. And you can’t shake the feeling that she’s waiting for you to speak first.

You clear your throat as you brush your fingers through your hair. “Thank you for taking the time to meet us tonight. I know how important you and Steve are to Bucky.”

“Hmm, yes, it’s our pleasure. They are very important to me as well. Both of them.”

Oh boy.

“The three of us have been through a war together, after all. You don’t come out of that without feeling a certain level of loyalty. I believe Steve and I share a concern for Bucky’s wellbeing.”

“Have I done something to make you particularly suspicious of me?”

As she turns to you, her softened features take you by surprise. “Whether he admits it or not, Bucky is an attractive, semi-notable public figure who happens to be attached to an extremely public figure. I wouldn’t put it past a woman to use Bucky to try to get close to Steve. Girls have tried before.” She checks one pin behind her ear before stepping to the door again.

You blink several times before responding. “And you think I’m one of those girls?”

“Not anymore.” She takes a few steps back to you. “My main concern for him now is the fact that he’s. . . in a vulnerable place. The war left many soldiers trying to find their footing. I want to make sure he doesn’t get tipped over in the process. I’d hate for him to feel any unnecessary pain if I could have headed it off from the start.”

“I. . . I do care for him, Peggy.” You face your reflection again, hands resting on the sink. “I had absolutely no intention of becoming romantically involved with someone. And then he was so kind to me in an environment where men have been. . . less than kind. Everything I learn about him draws me in closer. The last thing I want to do is be a source of pain or volatility.”

With a shaky breath you search for eye contact again, finding a new warmth emanating from hers.

“Well, I suppose we can work with that,” she offers as she opens the door. The tense air shifts and you give a small smile as you pass through the door and begin to follow her back to the table.

You are just stepping around the bar when a feminine “That’s okay, really. . .” catches your attention. Following the voice, your attention is drawn to a young couple standing by the bartop. Although every moment they were starting to look less like a couple and more like a man with wandering hands. The girl tries to step back which only results in his meaty hand fisting into the side of her dress and pulling her chest to his. Based on her expression what the man had to say was less than proper. She struggles to step out of his grip which only seems to tighten the more she wiggles.

You’ve had enough of that.

You detour from the route you and Peggy had set toward the table. Peggy picks up on your absence and turns to watch you curiously.

“Excuse me,” you state more than ask. One pair of panicked eyes and another pair of glazed-over ones come to rest on your face. “Is everything alright here?”

“Ev’things swell, sweet dish. We’s just having a lil talk.”

Yeah, that’s what I thought.

“Is that true, Miss?”

“Um, I- I’m-” she attempts to squeak out before the man bellows again.

“Was my word not good enough for you? You tryin’ ta grandstand your feminine chops for some cool cat?”

“I was speaking to Miss-” you turn expectantly towards the girl who’s looking younger by the minute.

“Cartwright. Helen,” she whispers.

“I was speaking to Miss Cartwright so if you’d please take a step back, sir.”

“I don’t gotta do nothin’ you tell me to.” You pull Helen behind you which only makes the man more belligerent. He starts yelling less-than-appropriate words and soon his anger rounds on you.

Drawing up to your full height you stare the man dead in the eye. “Is this the way you treat all women? Or just the ones smaller than you?”

A giant hand wraps itself around your forearm, jerking you towards him. “Now listen here bitch, I-” Before he can finish his drunken thought, perfectly manicured fingers clutch his wrist. He’s violently pulled away from you, arm pinned behind his back - his face making intimate contact with the bartop.

“Now now,” Peggy coos. “That’s no way to treat friends of mine. Seems like you need a moment to cool down.” The brute strains against Peggy’s grip, a foot kicking back every so often. You land a spiked heel directly to the top of one of his feet, digging in for good measure when his howl of pain can be heard over the tune of the band. “Thank you for that, dear,” Peggy says, clearly enjoying the situation. A scuffle is heard behind you but you’re too focused on making sure the boar doesn’t hurt Peggy to pay it much mind.

“Looks like you two have things handled, but could I be of assistance?” Steve strides next to you, honeyed voice contrasting sharply with his stern gaze.

Peggy blows a puff of air at a curl that had fallen in front of her eyes. “Would you mind escorting this gentleman to the curb? I believe fresh air is in order.”

“My pleasure.” With the back of his collar fisted in Steve’s hand the bully has no choice but to have his face unceremoniously unstuck from the bar and pushed toward a back entrance. Peggy follows closely, speaking in the man’s ear the whole way out, waving off a pair of security guards.

You can feel Bucky’s presence but turn your attention to the now-shaking young woman, bringing your hands up to her arms. “Helen, are you okay? Did he hurt you?”

She shakes her head. Tears hang stubbornly in her eyes, fighting not to show how shaken she really was over the ordeal.

“I’m sorry he put his hands on you. Do you have anyone you can call?” She nods, reaching for the purse hanging off of her wrist. “That’s great.” Your eyes drift to Helen’s waist. “Oh dear. Looks like you didn’t make it completely unscathed.”

Helen’s gaze follows yours before she lets out a dismayed sigh. “I just picked this dress up from the cleaner’s yesterday.” She fingers the ripped fabric of her dress. Now tears are flowing freely.

“It’s only ripped on the seam, that can be fixed in a jiffy.” You look over your shoulder at Bucky and ask him to retrieve your light coat from the table. He’s gone and back in a flash and you drape it over Helen’s shoulders. “Take this to cover up on your way home. Let me find a pen and paper and I can write down the information for my favorite seamstress in the city. Her prices are fair and her work is solid.” A scrap of paper and a pencil are produced from your purse and you add your information at the bottom. “In case you need anything else while you’re in the city,” you explain as you hand the note over.

“How can I get your coat back to you?” Helen asks as she buttons it closed.

“Don’t worry about it,” you dismiss. “It’s almost summer and I was due for a new jacket anyway. Just stay safe, okay?” You wipe a few leftover tears from her face and nod in encouragement as she heads to the phone booth by the entrance.

“Are you alright?” Suddenly you’re hyper-aware of Bucky’s close proximity, his hand gently raising up your forearm toward a lamp on the bar.

“Um, I think so. He grabbed me pretty good but it shouldn’t be too bad.” You rub the area the drunk had gripped and hiss softly at the tenderness of your skin. “It’ll heal.”

“I guess I don’t need to tell you that was incredibly stupid?” Bucky attempts to sound nonchalant but the slight edge to his voice gives him away.

“Probably not. But it’s better this than something even worse happening to Helen because I ignored it.”

“My God, there’s another one of him.” You both face a newly arrived Peggy who is taming her curls, Steve not too far behind.

Bucky grumbles, “Evidently.”

“That took an exciting turn. What say we cut a rug to forget that jerk?” Steve steps to your side. “May I have the honor, ma’am?” He asks, offering a hand to you.

“Me? Oh, sure.” You settle your hand in his lightly, looking to Bucky for his confirmation. He quirks his mouth to one side, nods subtly. He’s harmless.

As Steve gives you a simple twirl onto the dance floor you notice Peggy in Bucky’s arms a few couples away and you can’t help but wonder what they’re discussing. As you and Steve move around the room Peggy speaks steadily, Bucky hanging onto every word.

“You alright?” Steve’s deep voice snaps your attention back to him. He’s watching you empathetically.

“Just been a bit of a rockier night than I expected,” you say with a half-hearted chuckle. You catch yourself relaxing in Steve’s arms - not the way you did in Bucky’s, obviously. But there was still a soothing sense of security coming off of Steve in waves. “I pictured this going much differently.”

He breathes a laugh as he spins you out and brings you back in. “It’s going about as I expected, except I wasn’t the one causing trouble tonight. Thanks for that.”

A genuine smile breaks your sobriety. “Just hope it didn’t ruin yours and Peggy’s opinions of me.”

“Hardly!” he says with glee. “I already knew I would like you and the bit at the bar probably sealed the deal for Peg.”

“Really? Because I got the feeling she isn’t my biggest fan.”

“Ah, she’s just protective and tough. The first time she got really angry with me she grabbed the nearest pistol and fired four shots at me.” Steve laughs at how comically wide your eyes grow. “I deserved it. But there’s a lot of love and care beneath the cool gazes and harsh tone.” He catches your eye and clears his throat. “Although I’m not the one who told you that,” he whispers conspiratorially.

A grin overtakes your face. “Thanks for that. Makes me feel a little better.”

“You’ve got nothing to worry about. It’s driving you crazy not being able to hear what they’re talking about right now, huh?”

You sigh, the pair of you circling around where Bucky and Peggy are in both your sights. “You’re not wrong.”

“Did Bucky ever tell you the specific effects the serum had on me?”

“Made you super strong, super fast? That’s the gist of what I got.”

“To accompany that, all my senses are heightened. I can smell my favorite bakery across the city, can read signs a mile or two away. And,” he looks down at you mischievously, “I can hear just about every conversation in this room.”

“You can? That has to be insanely overwhelming.”

“It was for the first few months. Then I learned how to tune certain things in and out. You wanna eavesdrop with me?”

You shake your head, “Oh, I don’t-umm, I’d hate to pry.”

“You don’t have to. I’m going to.” Oh, you really like Steve.

Steve turns you so he has a clear view of his best friends and seems to focus intently beyond your shoulder.

“Peggy said something about being careful how quickly he moves forward with you. Bucky just asked Peggy why she was trying to scare you away earlier. She says she was testing your resolve, which stood up better than she expected,” he spares a glance to you, “Bravo to you on that. Peggy says she admired your action with the young woman at the bar. Bucky’s not surprised that you stepped in when there was trouble . . and now they’re just talking shit about me, which is their usual topic of discussion. Did that help?”

“It did. Thank you, Steve.”

“Anytime.”

Quiet follows for a few bars of the song, your brain mulling over the whole night.

After another turn Steve asks, “You haven’t met the family yet, right?”

“Right. Bucky’s dodged the subject more than once. I haven’t pushed it.”

Steve grimaces. “I can’t really blame him. I love the Barneses like they’re my own, but they can be overwhelming sometimes.”

“So I’ve gathered. Honestly, all I know is that he has three sisters and that was only shared in a few asides.”

“Three sisters, all younger. Becca, Rose, and Evelyn. He’s close to his Ma and Becca. Him and Rose don’t have many issues, mostly because they never spent a lot of time together. Things with Evelyn are strained because she’s turning into an adult and Bucky is having a hard time letting her. And his father. . .” Steve weighs his words. “His father is old-fashioned and always will be. They don’t get along.”

“Sounds like that’ll be a fun meeting.”

“When the time comes, you’ll do great.” Steve was so earnest in his reassurance you couldn’t help but believe him.

“May I cut in?” you turn to Bucky’s voice, glad to see him smiling.

“Only if you trade for this gorgeous partner of yours,” Steve teases, mocking a bow to Peggy.

“Oh sod off,” she scolds as Steve pulls her close while the band begins playing a new song.

You nestle into Bucky’s side with a hand tucked in his, relishing in the ease of a moment alone together.

“You good?” Bucky whispers when the song has almost come to an end.

Pulling back, you match his amorous gaze. “Yeah. I’m good.” A soft kiss meets your temple and you practically melt further into Bucky.

“Thanks for coming tonight.”

“Thanks for asking me.”

“Try not to be too much trouble next time, huh?”

“No promises, Barnes.”

Chapter Ten

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Will the Bell Ring? Pt. 2

Part 1

(Erik Killmonger x Black!OC)

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T’Challa has been in town for a few weeks now, no date determined for when he would return to Wakanda, so his time spent in the States mostly meant working at the outreach center, being a liason for international affairs from time to time, and also dating begrudgingly. It is Erik’s doing to try and get T’Challa out there on the prowl again since Nakia seemed not at all pressed to stand by for him.

Even though the outreach center in Oakland is an assignment T’Challa bestowed upon her to satiate her need to help others on Wakanda’s behalf, she found a way to not have to stay in one place, as she habitually tended to do. Instead of doing the grunt work, Nakia would take trips to try and spread the word of their goals to other communities to grow their cause exponentially.

Erik was tired of seeing T’Challa mope and wear himself out physically and emotionally, so one night he got him out of the house. Pulling up to T’Challa’s place, Erik honks to let him know he has arrived.

After a few minutes, T’Challa steps out in a brown tunic, pants and sandals trotting to Erik’s car.

“Aye, whoa, hey! The hell you got on man?” Erik leans over talking out of the passenger window.

T’Challa tries the door but it’s locked. “N’Jadaka, I am in my clothes. These cost more than your mortgage payments.” He tries the door again. “Unlock the door!”

Erik shakes his head. “Nah, bump that. You ain’t sittin yo tacky ass in my ride til you change, bruh. I thought you asked for Shuri’s fashion advice before leaving the house man.”

T’Challa bends down, sticking his hand in to search for the unlock button. “You are being ridiculous…”

Erik pushes on the window button on his side watching the window roll up as T’Challa quickly brings his arm out on the safe side.

“N’Jadaka!” T’Challa shouts pounding on the window.

“Aye! Your genetically enhanced ass better not bust my window cuz I know you good for a replacement. Change. Your. Clothes. If you tryna get any play tonight, you better go on back.”

T’Challa spins on his heels back towards his place as Erik pulls out his phone. Work is still hounding him about a presentation he is to give on a new model for the blackbox recording device in Boeing aircrafts. It’s in a couple of days and he still has a lot to finish before going in front of all of those white folk to back it. A text from Kimara pops up on his phone.

Hey, how long are you going to be out for?

Erik checks the time and texts back. I dont know. Shit dont start poppin off tile 12:30 sooo…

Erik, you have your appointment in the morning, remember?

Erik had not remember, thank God for Kimara’s nagging. Oh babe, of course. I won’t be out past 2, 3 at the latest.

I swear if I have to roll your ass out of the bed, so help me.

Chill out! I’m grown, I can wake myself up just fine. My six figures speak for themself.

Erik puts the phone down gripping the steering wheel with slight aggravation. Kimara has been getting extra cranky lately, which was usually a sign of the time of the month, but now it’s just the stress of trying to conceive. Erik looks back at his phone, seeing that the message was read, but no reply. Shit, he thought. That’s not good. No good night, see you later then, ok love you? She’s pissed but Erik will make it up to her in the morning. He could make it up to her when he gets home, but he gotta save that for the doctor’s appointment.

Erik honks his horn again over and over, keeping it pressed for five second intervals.

T’Challa swings his front door open waving at Erik to cease his incessant honking, locking the door behind himself. Erik looks over the ensemble of choice: black slacks with a white shirt tucked in, olive green military style jacket, some all white Adidas on his feet.

Erik sits up as he unlocks the door for T’Challa to get in. “Are you done wasting my time?”

T’Challa looks at Erik. “What do you mean? You demanded I change.”

“And I oughta make you change again with them whack Adidas on, but I’ll let it go for time. I can’t be out all night.” Erik says pulling out onto the street.

“Why would we go out if you have obligations in the morning. You didn’t mention that.”

“Well, I kinda forgot about it cuz. Kimara just reminded me while you were changing.”

“Oh, and how are things between the two of you now?” T’Challa asks.

Erik sighs, turning a corner. “We good, definitely. Just hittin a rough patch right now. You know we tryna have a baby and shit.”

“Uh-huh.” T’Challa says, scrolling through his phone.

“So like, we been tryin for a while and that ain’t been easy on her. She stay thinkin she broken and shit but the pussy ain’t broke, trust.”

T’Challa looks up from his screen. “You know that...it’s more than that to making a baby, right?”

Erik kisses his teeth. “Nigga, I know, damn. I’m just sayin, she ain’t had no issues. She already had herself checked out, the tubes and utilities is all in workin order.”

“Her uterus?” T’Challa asks in confusion.

Erik stops hard at a stop sign. “Can I tell my story the way I wanna tell it?”

T’Challa shakes his head going back to his phone again.

“Like I was saying, she good! That ain’t no issue, so she been doing her own research, eating different foods and trying other shit in the bedroom and scheduling shit out to when she most fertile but ain’t a damn thing happened. She bought pregnancy tests in bulk and shit, like this is all she be thinkin about now. We can’t just fuck no more, it’s fuckin with a purpose, which ain’t as fun. So now I gotta go get tested to make sure my hotel is fully booked for vacation, you know what I’m sayin?”

T��Challa turns off his screen letting out a sigh. “Well that is a lot of information for you to have given me just now. Great start to the evening.”

Erik kisses his teeth. “Wooow, ok, I thought family could confide in family, but cool. I hear you.”

“Erik, that is not the problem, it is your details. You leave in far too many.” T’Challa says, voice raising in frustration. “I don’t want this imagery in my head and just out of respect for Kimara, can you minimize the specifics?”

Erik drives in silence for a minute mulling it over. “Fine, aight. But that do remind me, I was wondering if you have any Wakandan aphrodisiac type stuff to try and get things kickin off more proper. I don’t know what the doctor gonna say tomorrow, but I figure I can get ahead now.”

“N’Jadaka, have you...noticed any trouble in that area before?” T’Challa asks unwillingly.

“Hell no! I get up, I get down, and ain’t had no complaints, 100% on Yelp baby!” Erik says cackling and slapping T’Challa’s leg.

“Alright, enough! To answer your question, sure, there are some remedies that can aid you in that endeavor. I can’t say how good they are, but they are made from natural ingredients so they won’t harm you, that’s for sure.”

“Bet! I’ll call you when I’m ready to try the shit. Now you bein a good cousin!” Erik cheeses excitedly.

Finally making it to the club, Erik and T’Challa get in without a worry of a line or a cover charge. T’Challa is the head of the world’s richest country after all.

Heading inside, Cardi B is blasting as the ladies shake their asses to the beat. Erik can’t help but notice all the big round ass pointing to the sky like shrimp on a platter, and he wanted to chow DOWN. So maybe he looked every now and then, hell it was practically in his face.

“Damn, it’s hot in here tonight, you see this?” Erik asks, looking over at T’Challa with his head in his phone. “Nigga, what the hell you been lookin at this entire time?”

T’Challa puts his phone in his pocket. “Nothing. Oh wow, honeys everywhere, so sweet. Yum.” His tone is monotone as he makes his way to the bar area with Erik following in confusion.

Erik orders some Ciroc neat so his likelihood of a hangover is diminished. T’Challa asks for a beer.

“Uh uh, bartender scratch that. Get him some Crown Royal Black to start off with, neat.” Erik intervenes.

“That’s not what I wanted Erik. I have things to do tomorrow as well.” T’Challa hissed.

Erik sips on his drink. “Yeah, and I assume they entail meeting with Nakia, right?”

T’Challa sighs as his drink comes up, twisting the glass in his hand. “It’s not like I’m groveling for her attention, it’s work related.”

“And that’s the damn problem. You ain’t gettin a break from her to get your shit back on track. Okoye told me you be freezin, but nigga you in a Captain America ice brick.”

T’Challa looks at Erik scornfully. “I am so tired of you all joking about that around me. I know how to talk to a woman I admire like a normal human being.”

Erik flashes his golds with a sly smile looking across the dancefloor. “Ok, what about….her, in the yellow. You like that?”

T’Challa follows Erik’s direction to see a woman with a close cut dancing. “She reminds me of the Dora too much. No offense to them but they are like family.”

Erik nods. “Ok, I got you. Sooo...her, in the glittery number.”

This woman had locs going past her shoulders with jewelry adorning them. Her dark colored dress was skintight with glitter scatter across the neck traveling to the sides of her dress in strappy stilettos.

T’Challa nods. “Maybe. I can get to know her.”

“Now, hang on. You wanna know her for longer than tonight? That’s a whole other system I have to use to map out that possibility.”

“Oh how do you know? She could be very respectable.”

Erik claps his shoulder. “Now, not to be extra, but she can be respectable and sleep with you on the first date dawg. A woman’s worth ain’t based on that alone.”

T’Challa whacks his hand off. “I told you that! Don’t use my words against me, you know what I am saying!”

“Then go over there and get to talkin! I ain’t got all night man!” Erik says, sipping his drink as T’Challa goes over to her. Erik observes as they talk: she looks at him up and down, T’Challa offers a handshake which would’ve been a strike until he kissed her hand. Smooth, muthafucka! Erik thought.

As Erik polishes off his Ciroc, he orders one more for the road. While waiting, a woman catches his eye across the way. She looks like something straight out of a music video; titties sittin up and out, waist snatched with some wide hips that had to lead to a juicy behind if she turned around just a little bit. She runs her hand down her 3C wig as she bites her oxblood colored lips in the strobe lights.

Erik has to adjust himself for space in his pants, downing his drink in one gulp. He looks over at T’Challa, who has the girls arms wrapped around his neck, so things were progressing well. Erik looks back to the woman who blows a kiss at him in the most sexiest way he has ever seen. He curses himself as he retreats, heading to the bathroom.

There wasn’t a line thankfully as he goes to a urinal leaning against the wall. He tries to clear his mind of the sight of that woman; Grandma’s, dirty draws, IRS levies, anything to make his half mast dick go down. It had been too long since he busted; doctor’s orders to make sure they get an accurate sample, but he didn’t expect to be this weak. Erik has been away from his girl too long for the night, clearly, so once he was able to pee, he made a plan to get the hell out of there.

Coming out of the bathroom he practically runs someone over.

“Oh, there you are.”

Erik looks to see the baddie from across the way. Her body is almost flush with his since she didn’t take a step back from his almost collision.

“Are you followin me?” Erik asks suspiciously.

She flashes a 1000 watt smile, dimples and all. “No! The girl’s is just always too long to wait….”

They stand in front of each other for entirely too long given the context of the conversation.

“I’m Chanel, by the way.” She holds her hand out, pastel colored nails sharpened to points with jewels dorning the ring fingernail.

“I’m Erik.” Erik takes it, growing again subconsciously from the softness and beauty of her hand, imagining it wrapped around his…

“Well, go ahead, that’s free to use. I’ll be outta your hair.” Erik says practically tripping past her to pull himself from her magnetic charm. The evening is wearing him down fast as he tries to find T’Challa.

He finally spots him in between two women jostling for his attention as he smiles all shiny and clearly tipsy.

Erik grabs him by the shoulders. “Aight, let’s go ‘fore I turn into a pumpkin bruh.”

T’Challa laughs, eyes barely open as he hugs the women to him, putting them on display. “Iman, Chi, this is my cousin I was talking to you about. He wants to be a Daddy!”

This sets off laughter between the three as Erik grows impatient. “Challa, bring yourself on or you’ll have to be beggin for 50 cent a day to take your ass home.”

Iman, the woman Erik pointed out for T’Challa, quiets down from laughing first. “I’m sorry, Erin is it? T’Challa has been the life of the party here and we were planning to make a little after party for two later, right?”

She rubs his chest, kissing his neck which makes T’Challa laugh harder. “I’m ticklish…”

Chi, a high yellow woman who looks like she used to be a flyer on the cheerleading squad wraps her arm through Erik’s. “And I’m lookin for someone to call Daddy.”

Erik firmly peels her grip off, avoiding her batting fake eyelashes. “Girl if you don’t get the fu- T’Challa! Collect your shit, I’m leavin with or without you man.”

Erik walks through and out the club heading to his car. T’Challa stumbles not too far behind.

“Heeeeyy, Erik! I’m supposed to be having fun with women tonight, why are you breaking my balls, man?” T’Challa says, slurring his words as he whispers something to Iman, making her cackle. T’Challa must’ve ordered a bottle or two to be acting this lit.

Erik mugs T’Challa as he unlocks his doors. “Look like you got one, quit while you ahead. Am I droppin y’all both at the same place?”

“To mine!!” T’Challa bellows as he clumsily opens the door for his date.

Erik drives off with T’Challa and Iman in the backseat being playful. Erik checks his phone as he drives, seeing no sign of Kimara ever texting back. It’s going on 2 am. Erik goes to ask T’Challa a question when he looks in his rearview to see him on top of his date, hands completely up her skirt as she claws to take his shirt off.

“Aye, aye! Y’all ain’t fuckin in my car! Get up off her, T!” Erik hits T’Challa as he drives.

“Eh eh! Stop it, you are doing a lot right now, N’Jadaka. Calm yourself.” T’Challa whines as he lays on Iman’s bosom as she muffles her laughter.

Finally making it to T’Challa’s spot, Erik issues a warning. “Be easy on her T’Challa. That purple running through your ass could split her in half if you don’t pace yourself.”

T’Challa leans over the front seat putting a finger to his lips. “Shuuuush, that is my secret no one can know. Except Nakia, she knew how to….OH! Don’t forget to call me about helping you impregnate your wife.”

“Congrats on fatherhood!” Iman waves at Erik as she helps T’Challa out the car.

Erik waves weakly back watching them go inside, handsy and excited to finish what they started. Erik sighs as he pulls off to his crib, reminiscing on his days or being that wild and free with his sexuality. Kimara is his one and only now, and he loves every minute of it, but the baddie at the club was sticking to his mind a little too deeply.

When Erik makes it home, he steps into the bedroom to see Kimara lying asleep, facing away from him. Erik gets undressed and takes a quick shower to freshen up before sliding across the sheets to hug his wife into him.

“Mmm, stop, I’m sleeping.” Kimara moans, batting his arms away.

“I missed you, girl, that’s all.” Erik says quietly, kissing her shoulder, hands traveling down her side roughly.

Kimara snaps her head back. “Erik, I’m serious, get on somewhere. You missed your opportunity goin out with T’Challa, now you need to rest up any damn way.” Kimara punches her pillow a couple times before flopping down on it.

Erik kisses his teeth sitting up. “So you don’t wanna ask me about my night? How T’Challa is? Anything about what we did tonight?’

“Erik, I don’t give a fuck about nothin but taking my ass to sleep, so if you would stop talkin I can do that.”

“Shit, I wish you was like this when I get off work…” Erik says under his breath.

“There’s a lotta things I wish you would do for me Erik, but Imma save your manhood til the doctor got time to see you. Good fuckin night!”

Erik lays there staring at the ceiling, words completely lost on him to express himself. Kimara’s attitude in all its glory, and he just had to take it. Erik is feeling less and less like a man in his own home. Kimara wants so much outta him, he plays it cool but it was starting to affect him. When that girl looked at him like that in the club, it was a gaze he hadn’t gotten in at least a month from Kimara.

The next morning, Erik rolls around to an empty bed. Kimara got an early start to her day, leaving Erik to be responsible for getting to his appointment on time. He arrived 30 minutes late.

“Erik Stevens!” The nurse calls out to him in the waiting room to cue his turn to be seen.

The middle age white woman goes over the usual height, weight, blood pressure and asks about his medical history. Erik is not a fan of doctors, so this took a lot for him to show up to. But if it was important to Kimara, he’d go through with it.

He was left alone to stare at the white walls with diagrams of scrotums and reproductive facts until the nurse came back with a cup and a clipboard.

“Ok, Mr. Stevens, you will take this into room 3B. Be very sure you go into 3B, you aren’t our only patient today and we don’t want to make any awkward introductions with the others, ok?” She says eyes crinkling as she hands him the cup.

Erik looks at the cup curiously. “You sure this ain’t for horses or somethin? I’m supposed to fill this?”

The nurse looks at him with amused pity, patting his shoulder. “No dear, you contribute as much as God intends. The size just makes for an easier catch.”

Erik mutters a thank you and makes his way over to his ‘donation station’, keeping his eye on 3B. He still knocks before entering just in case and walks in, closing the door behind him. The room was simple, an exam bed next to a tub of lube, with an old school TV on a table with a DVD player and some magazines.

Erik hasn’t been into porn since high school, he frankly hasn’t needed it since. But he was curious what old stuff they kept to get dudes off, so he starts with the DVD titles. ‘Katie’s Goes to an HBBCU’, ‘Black and Barely Legals’, ‘The Mandingo Report’, ‘Santa’s Big Booty Ho Ho Hos’....

“The fuck?” Erik says in disgust. He wonders if every room has this selection or if the B in 3B is for ‘Black’ donors.

The magazines were just as worse with old Playboys featuring blonde bimbos in between sticky pages. Erik tossed them and went over to the sink to rinse his hands off. Nothing in that room was gonna get this done fast so he sat on the edge of the bed and got his phone out. He has one unread message from Kimara.

Sorry I left so soon. I had to go to the studio early today to get ahead on some stuff. Hope you’re doing good!

Erik breathed a sigh of relief as it seems she was past last night for now.

I’m good, you know how I am about doctors.

She replies back. Yeah, you think they all microchipping people when they tell you to say ahhh lol

Erik smiles to himself, thankful to have her words running across his screen. Another message pops up.

Are you done then? Cuz I was hoping I could meet you for lunch or somethin to talk and stuff.

Erik bites his lip holding the phone in his hands, getting some devilish thoughts in his brain.

Nah, not yet. They got pornos here but I ain’t feelin them.

He sends the message and waits a little bit hoping she gets what he’s trying to say. He saved their best work on his computer at home but he hadn’t backed them up for him to access on his phone yet.

A few minutes pass and he’s getting anxious picking up the phone again to text an outright request before his phone dings. The icon of a video message appears and Erik’s dick is already getting hard. Pressing play he sees her come up on screen smiling with the sun on her face beaming in a halter bikini. This is a video from their vacation last year to the Bahamas. They stayed at an Airbnb that was way over budget but worth it. Kimara giggles talking in a vlog style on the balcony before Erik slips up behind her, hugging her waist and kissing her behind her ear.

“You vloggin baby? Look at us, we fuckin cute as shit.” Erik said, speech slurred.

Kimara giggles so hard her eyes close. “You messin up my shot Erik, dang! I’m tryna document our trip for later.”

Erik lays on Kimara as she leans over the rail of the patio, gripping her breast greedily. “You documentin everythin?”

“Mhm.” Kimara nods as she looks at Erik from the camera’s front facing view.

As the scene progresses Erik takes his pants down and pumps the lube from the side table to start working on himself. Leaning back on the bed he gets comfortable as he watches his hands travel Kimara’s body, stripping her slowly and her reacting blissfully. Her moans and foul language keep him focused on his stroke as Erik in the video commandeers the camera to show him entering her from behind. Erik breathes in sharply as he recalls her tightness around him as he jacks himself faster. The camera pans to Kimara arching, her braids splayed across her back as she works herself back on him, gripping the rail for dear life. Her moans become louder and more breathless as she approaches her tipping point, Erik in the doctors office and Erik in the video curse in unison over their shared pleasure. When the camera shows his dick covered in her creamy secretions he barely had time to grab the cup and collect his sample. He groaned as he choked his dick to get every spurt he could into it.

“Alright, y’all better show out in them tests.” He tells his little soldiers as he caps the cup.

As Erik came down from his high, he calls Kimara with his clean hand.

“Hey, baby. How are you?” Kimara asks. He can hear her smiling as she talks.

“Now you know what the fuck you just did.” Erik says laughing.

“And I know what you just did! That’s a favorite, I loved that trip.”

“Shit, you tellin me. I fuckin miss that island, it just brought out a different energy in us.”

There’s a pause on Kimara’s end. “It did huh? Maybe we can plan to go there again soon? It would be a nice time of the year, I got vacation time to take.”

Erik stuffs his dick back in his pants, sitting up. “I like that idea. I got one demand though if we go.”

“Anything.” Kimara says seductively.

“No talk of tryna get pregnant, kids, babies, fertility windows, none of that. I still feel like our biggest problem is stressing out about it. We just need to go on and when it happens, it happens. The doc said it could take over a year, so I mean I just don’t wanna see you going out of your mind about this. You need to relax some and just be you again.”

Kimara sighs. “You can’t plan a trip and think all of our problems are just gonna go like that. Sweeping things under the rug will just-”

“Problems? As in plural? Whatchu talkin bout, Mara?”

“Nothing, I don’t wanna do this over the phone, I gotta go.”

Erik looks at the call ending on his phone loses any relaxation he just gained a few minutes ago.

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I apologize if this took too long. Before you start, here’s a nice warm hug. As always, thank you so much for reading. I hope you enjoy.

A/N: This won’t make sense if you haven’t read the first two parts. Links for previous chapters at the end of the post.

KakaSaku // Soulmate AU Part III of III

Slow, dreadful weeks had passed since that damned day. A tired and casual Kakashi in his old shuriken-pattered PJs finally emerges from his bed, starting his day with a pair of half-lidded eyes. The sunlight peeks faintly from the cloudy sky as the remnants of a recurring dream fade away from his memories. His sheets were still cold from last night, and the winter breeze has made his windows icy. Indeed he is back in Konoha, complete with snow-capped rock faces and white-cloaked roofs.

After a few quick stretches and a couple of yawns, he still feels lightheaded from the lack of sleep. His nights have been fairly longer thanks to a series of unproductive contemplation-- formulating numerous scenarios that he knows could never turn into reality. From the moment he stepped out of the Hidden Fate's temple, until today, the thoughts swirling his head haven't stopped even for a second. Ultimately, for some reason, the warmth of the place seeped through his usual detached self, and there, lingered. It is quite for the peace that fallen upon Konoha these days, that his duties as Hokage are almost always not critical. A couple of towering paperwork on his desk, Leaf festivities here and there, and the occasional Kage summit. Honestly nothing major. The young, rising jounins of the Leaf have been extremely dutiful with their respective tasks, thus further minimizing his job to take care of the higher, more complex decisions. Still, this doesn't mean that he can stay up all night to spend his time for random, aimless musings about.. a girl. All the more, a former student. A freehand run over Kakashi's head, scratching the mix of silver and pink that springs messily above it. He definitely hates feeling like a sloppy, crushing teenager.

But no, he thought, she's not just a girl. Better yet, she's not the same student he used to teach and scold and desperately save whenever her life was in trouble. This girl had matured more than just in beauty, strength, and intellect-- but also in her unwavering kindness. Something that he will always be proud of as her teacher. "Fuck it." Cursing under his breath, he forcefully shakes his head clear. It's time to yet again start a day in the office despite the frosty, morning breeze. As he slips in his Hokage robe, his stance and expression shifts in a snap from the sluggish sleazeball to a highly dignified shinobi. "You are the Rokudaime, Hatake Kakashi," he scolds to himself, "You cannot indulge in this." A simple chant before fixing his hat in place, and he trudged his way through the snowy pavement. ***

"Hokage-sama??" His personal advisor greets him with a pair of widely surprised eyes. "Morning, Shikamaru." Kakashi strides straight to his desk, obviously hiding his usual lethargic mood by sporting a pretentious, overly-focused facade. Hat and robe neatly worn, he then proceeds to scan through waves of unfinished reports he left yesterday. "Please do me a re-run for today's tasks," he asks in a borderline commanding tone. "Hokage-sama, uhm, would you like me to ask someone to bring you some tea?" Although it was common knowledge that he is very unlikely to ask for anything early in the morning, Kakashi's eyes were still glued to the papers scattered around his desk; clearly he's left unbothered despite the advisor's odd inquiries. "Please, drop the lord," he answers mechanically. With a gaze still lowered and undefiantly busy, his freehand traveled under his hat and reached for his hair, scratching and playing around with its threads-- quite a habit he formed in time. "What's for today again?" Perhaps, the sleep-deprived Rokudaime found freedom from the shackling, everyday thoughts of Sakura by completely drowning himself at work. Shikamaru sighs. What a drag it has been these past few weeks. It's like the man in front of him had his senses muffled over a thousand folds. The advisor clears his throat, hesitant and weary. "Kakashi-san.." he reports, "It's the weekend." "What?" Kakashi lifts his gaze and saw his subordinate in casual clothes, cradling a couple of scrolls in his arms. "Fuck," he curses upon such embarrassing realization. "Is it really?" Shikamaru nods, holding his amusement. "Kakashi-san, you seem to be out of your head these past few weeks," the advisor confessed. "What? No, no, I'm fine. I just--" "Going to work on a weekend doesn't really suit that description." Shikamaru cuts his statement while raising an eyebrow. "This week, you didn't leave the office even for lunch break." "I wasn't hungry." Hearing the Hokage’s lame excuses made Shikamaru suppress the laughter he’d been trying to hold for a while. "It seems to me that you haven't slept a single wink. Let me clear your schedule for tomorrow so you can catch up with rest," he suggests politely. Rest? He doesn’t have time to rest, Kakashi thought. He can’t rest. The moment he stays still, his mind is instantly filled with thoughts of Sakura. He cannot afford being pre-occupied day-in, day-out without eventually going insane. "Wait, no, we can't do that," he firmly protests. Deep inside he really wanted that day off. A whole damn day of sleep and endless naps. He craves for long, proper rest of course, but he knows well that staying at home reading Icha Icha won't stray him off of those thoughts either way. In fact, his love for sleep regressed because of a recurring dream that he always tried to stay away from. "There's a lot more to do, isn't there?" After mentally remembering their current tasks on hand, Shikamaru replies confidently, "You're lucky there are no pressing matters for you to attend to. The Winter Festival has been a success, and the Cherry Blossoms Festival is still a month from today. So I'm pretty sure you can have your leave." Cherry.. blossoms.. what now? It took him only two words to trigger a flustered face. Kakashi then instinctively grabs the part of his hair where the pink clumps gather the most, like a natural defensive measure. { "They remind me of cherry blossoms." }

Suddenly, he remembers everything the old woman said. Destiny, soulmates, and manifestations. He sees Sakura's grieving face as she weeps for the love of her life, who endlessly rejects her purest intentions. Noticing the Rokudaime's burning red face, Shikamaru mistakes it for a high fever. "Kakashi-san, are you sure you're okay?" "Y-yes," he fakes a smile to ease the budding concern of his subordinate; praying he won't make a big deal out of it. "Don't worry, I just--" "I'll contact the Leaf Hospital right away and schedule an appointment for you," Shikamaru hastily opens the door with one freehand, ready to take off. "I said I'm fine, Shikama--" Wait a minute. Hospital? "No, no, I don't think an appointment is necessary," Kakashi immediately followed up to further negate the idea. Just by thinking about it made him fist clumps of hair, almost wanting to rip it away from his head. The last thing he would want to happen now is to run across her. Heck, he won't even know what to do once he gets in her presence. { "Why are you hiding it?" }

Once again, the old lady's words rang loud in his ears. Sensing the Rokudaime's disapproval, Shikamaru remembers how much Kakashi hates staying in the hospital. Still, as his personal advisor, he's also quite aware of his royal stubbornness. He is, in fact, responsible for the Hokage's well-being no matter how much of a drag it is. Maybe, disobeying orders to prioritize Kakashi's health won't make him lose his job. So, being the genius he is, he came up with a better idea. "Sorry, I forgot you don’t like hospitals. In that case, we'll just send over Sakura-san so at least you'll feel more comfortable." "Wait, no--" "Please wait for her here,” and the door shuts close.

***

Moments later, a knock on the door made Kakashi jump out of his chair. Is she here? Screw you, Shikamaru. His legs were frozen and he feels like his heart rate is storming faster and faster. What should I do? My hair, shit, my hair. Where's my hat? Another knock came, this time, louder. Fuck! "Coming!" Kakashi stumbles as he reaches for his hat and hastily puts it on. He strongly believes that it would be easier to hide than explain. Finally, he swings the door open and in his surprise, he was greeted by a pair of huge, round busts tucked inside a green robe. "Tsunade-sama!" "Ohh, Kakashi. You seem happy to see me. How are things here?" He wasn't particularly sure if he was indeed happy that the visitor wasn't Sakura, but thinking about it, is Tsunade honestly any better? The Rokudaime straightens himself as the Medical Sannin sashays her way inside her former office. "Everything is fine and under control," he answers in a stiff, soldier-like tone. Perhaps, even after being a hokage himself, Kakashi never outgrew Tsunade's intimidating superiority. "At ease, Rokudaime." The blonde shinobi sits down on a nearby couch legs crossed, feeling familiar with the office she once devoted her life to. "And please, Kakashi, remove the headdress." "I-I'm sorry, what?" He knew she will make a fuss after seeing him in it. Of all the hokages, she's the only one who never believed in the hat nor the robe, and all the symbols it stand for. Fuck it, what is she doing here anyway? "I said remove the damned head dress. What are we here, in a conference?" Tsunade eases herself in a nearby couch, shuffling her body to relax in the soft, chilled leather. It must have been irritating for her to go out of her way to visit and see such a formal atmosphere. "But Tsunade-sama, it's a rule to--" He still tries to convince her. What a morning it has been for him, he thought. He's not even really sick but right now he feels like he is about to be. "Oh for heaven's sake, Kakashi, just put it down." If he puts this down, it will not only make Lady Tsunade see the growing threads of pink, but also Sakura, who might arrive in any second. "Um, were you sent here by the Hospital?" he asks, desperate to dismiss the conversation. His freehand holds the tip of the hat, putting up a show that suggests his further action. "No, but I had word from Shikamaru that you weren't yourself lately. So I thought I'd drop by." Tsunade stares at him with the eyes of a well-versed doctor. In her head, she's already diagnosing him even from a short distance. "Coming to work on a weekend? Really?" Tsunade sounds exasperated. "They say you weren't even eating. Tell me, what's been going on with you lately?" She's thoroughly convinced that something is up. Kakashi sighs audibly, like a heavy thing is constantly being forced down on his shoulders. In his mind, he believes that there is nothing wrong with coming to work on a day off. However, what scares him is that maybe, the people around him is starting to notice that his actions are getting more and more different than the usual. Hatake Kakashi, you're being paranoid. Just get over it. Okay? The winter breeze blew outside and a window creaked open, making the room feel colder than it is supposed to be. Defeated as he was, he strips himself off of his hat, and the silver and pink threads appear before her very eyes. "Oh." Tsunade was dumbfounded with what's infront of her. "That's.. that's familiar." A shade of pink she's very well fond of. Sweaty days and sleepless nights of training, for three years, she saw this same pink infront of her in this very room. The shy Rokudaime sincerely bows his head. A silent plea for utmost secrecy. Tsunade understood his expression and immediately stands up from the couch to secure the door shut. Her instinct tells her that this is the reason why Kakashi has been acting strange. Then, she walks up to him to further examine. He kept still while the medic expert run her fingers through the absurd tangle of colors. It seems that the pink clump is continuously growing, tainting most of the nearby silver threads around; making it all the more impossible to hide. One look and she knew exactly what it is. From the tales of Hiruzen that she heard decades ago, and all the extensive research she had done in the past, she is quite sure of what she's looking at. A partner destined by fate, a manifestation in its rarest form. But.. with his very own student? The universe must have blessed them with humor. Finally, she speaks, "You already know what this means, don't you?" Kakashi nods, emotionless. Tsunade expects nothing less from him. She knew that he will grow restless upon possessing such a mysterious thing. "So,” she sighed, “Sakura, huh?" *** A slight knock on the door startled them both, and Tsunade immediately shuffles away from Kakashi's desk to meet the person waiting outside. The Rokudaime then successfully wore his hat back, just before the door completely slides open. "Kakashi-sensei! Sorry, it took me a while." The young lady with the pink hair emerges from the doorway, red-nosed, and wrapped in the thickest jacket she probably owns. She greets her patient with a big, excited smile, who, in return, immediately glanced away from her sight. It wasn't long enough until Sakura notices another familiar presence in the room. "Oh, shishou? You're here too?" She holds a tray of prepared organic medicines and a pot of herbal tea. Tsunade motions her inside, investigating her student's hair as she enters. The oblivious young lady puts down the tray and automatically pours tea for the two hokages. Fortunately, she was not able to read anything from the previous thick atmosphere she just barged in. Kakashi, in his hat, lowered his head to hide his flushed face. What the fuck is wrong with you, Hatake?! He can feel his cheeks burning as she grows near. That’s your student! "Sensei," she lightheartedly scolds, her palms clamped on her waist, "I was asked to check you up.. on a weekend." She then proceeds to chuckle. "What's wrong? It's not very likely of you to catch a flu." Sakura attempts to peek under Kakashi's headdress, casually trying to meet his evasive face. "The last time I saw you, you were sleeping in a ramen shop," she further tease him, while the back of her hand snakes on the crook of his neck to confirm his temperature. Under his hat, his vision is somewhat limited. Kakashi took whatever he can get a sight on-- Sakura's winter clothes, from the torso down to her snow-dusted shoes. No matter how hard he tries, he can't manage to look straight to her. He wasn't prepared to meet her emerald eyes, not yet, not with these feelings. Tsunade carefully watches them from a distance. As she is well reminded of Kakashi's situation, her squinting eyes kept their focus on Sakura's ponytail. Just an innocent ball of pink hair neatly tied behind her head, but as her apprentice moves, she learned that streaks of black threads seem to appear hiding inside, and the light reflecting on each strand reveals a slightly bluish undertone. Kakashi kept silent while Sakura is rummaging through her medical equipment. "Sensei," she warns, "your temperature is high. Are you feeling lightheaded?" The pink medic continues to diagnose her patient, asking questions but failing to receive a single bit of response. In his head, Kakashi knows this is not how regular nurses treat their patients. Sakura's actions are more gentle, more concerned, an extra dose of thoughtfulness from her approach is very apparent and his heart is seriously not handling this well. Their teacher-student relationship made her grew really comfortable around him. Years-worth of missions helped her learn exactly how to treat her sensei, and make him feel better. Hold it together, Hatake, this should be over soon. "Sakura," he clears his throat, "it's fine, this is nothing." "Sensei, I know you're strong, but please don't neglect your well-being," she lectures. Her palm carries a medicine pill she prepared that is made to reduce high fever. "Here, drink this," handing them over successfully, she then placed a glass of water on his desk, and like a child he complied. "Surely I wasn't summoned here just to treat a petty fever," Sakura steps closer to him, invading the smallest personal space he needed in order to breathe properly.

What is she doing?

"I've been told you weren't yourself lately, Kakashi-sensei." Few more steps and their knees will touch. "Is something bothering you?" Sakura crouched slightly, bending her knees forward and resting her arms on it to form her balance.

Too.. near..

"Let me check if your pupils are dilated." She suddenly pokes her head under Kakashi's hat, confidently easing her way in, until their faces meet closely against each other. "If you're feeling something, sensei, now is the time to tell me." His eyes widened. A pair of emerald eyes emerged staring directly at him, gleaming like jewels infront of his face. God, she's beautiful. Struck in awe, Kakashi's lips parted to a gasp when he felt his hat suddenly moved from his head. Before he knows it, Sakura's freehand is holding its side, ready to strip it off of him. Shit! Kakashi froze and everything went slow motion. He knows that the slightest movement he'll make might tip the hat away, and could expose everything in plain sight. He can feel her slowly tugging, inching the hat higher over his head. Unnecessary actions might even rub her the wrong way. He can't think straight, not with their faces like this. "Sakura, that's enough," a voice suddenly roared, echoing against the walls. From another corner of the room, Tsunade orders her to a halt. Sakura's movements stopped mid-way, and slowly, she distanced herself away from Kakashi’s desk as she straightens her posture. "What's the matter, shishou? Have I done something wrong? Isn't it protocol to check a patient's--" "That's enough," she interrupts her apprentices' explanation, "I'll take this from here." The blonde medic nin glances to Kakashi, who's secretly out of breath. You owe me one, Rokudaime. "But.. shishou.." Sakura insists. She's confused with what she might have done wrong. Never, not even once, had she skipped steps nor disobeyed medical protocols during check-ups. It boggles her mind to be ordered to stop halfway. "It's uhm.. a hokage thing," Tsunade instantly made-up something just to cover things up. "You know.. stress, pressure, all that village management problems getting into our veins. It comes and goes. He'll be fine." Sakura nods to her master, trusting her diagnosis word per word. She glances back to Kakashi with a concerned face, and the warmth that stayed on the back of her hand bothers her. His temperature seems to be on the brink of convulsion. His head is still covered with the head dress, gazing low and breathing heavily. Is he really fine?

"Thank you, Sakura," Kakashi murmurs in a raspy, breathless voice. Tsunade reminded her to leave a few medicines before heading out. A pair of pink eyebrows stitched together while she pack her things away. The room fell in total silence, with only Sakura's footsteps being heard as she slowly strides towards the door. *** Right after she left, the two hokages exhaled in relief. Tsunade flopped back to the couch, and Kakashi is finally able to relax his tensed body. That was really fucking close, he thought. "Rokudaime, your plans?" Cutting straight to the chase, Tsunade starts her interrogation. She knows that they have to come up with a good solution before everything goes beyond their control. "There's only one way to get rid of this, but the price is far too high," he answers and she agrees sympathetically, knowing well enough what he was referring to-- another innocent life, yet again to be sacrificed.

“You can’t keep this forever, Kakashi,” the blonde medic warns.

Grey clouds gather outside creeping in over the Leaf. The sunlight went dimmer as the wind started to howl. A clear signal that a snowstorm is brewing.

“We will dispatch a small ANBU squad to conduct a search mission,” she further suggests, biting her tongue with the bad taste her words had left in her mouth. “They take pride in handling confidential matters. You already know how this works.”

Kakashi remained silent, his mind feels like being jack-hammered by thousands of possibilities; a hundred feasible solutions, all going down to that one dark path.

“I can’t,” he whispers inaudibly.

“We don’t know if there were still some of them out there, but we need to try,” Tsunade can almost taste the blood in her words. She can’t believe her advice either, but it is regrettably the only way.

In her defense, Kakashi is not just a guy who can be left alone walking around with such apparent manifestation. It’s not just an open attack to him, but also to his reputation. He is the Hokage, and he is in love with his former student? Not a good sight. What would the villagers think about him once they learned about this? Ultimately, what would his own students feel?

“Tsunade-sama.. I can’t.. it’s impossible,” he answers in a shaky, weak voice. He can feel his temperature constantly shooting up, and the walls are starting to spin around him. Lightheaded and nauseous, he stops a vomit pushing through his throat.

“I really can’t.. I’m sorry..”

“Kakashi, you are the Hokage!” Tsunade’s loud, roaring voice broke. She never wanted to force him down that road but the situation falls hopeless.

Something needs to be done, or else, there will be consequences.

“I’ll step down and exile myself,” he blurted. This is the most logical solution he came up with from all the previous nights of contemplation. His body feels wobbly and a sharp headache darted across his forehead, crawling upto the back of his neck.

“That’s bullshit. Naruto is not yet ready-- you know that,” she sounds exasperated, “And what, exile? What you’re saying is counterproductive--”

“It’s still better than killing someone,” he retaliates, cutting the blonde medic mid-sentence.

Both of them fell silent.

Kakashi is starting to lose consciousness but he tries to fight back. His arms and legs felt extremely heavy, like each nerve is being paralyzed by the second. He struggles to focus on their conversation, and any moment he might black out.

What is happening to me?

After quite the uncomfortable silence, Tsunade speaks again, her voice is calm but heavy. An emotional appeal that she uprooted from the deepest corners of her own heart.

“Could you.. atleast.. consider Sakura?”

The situation is infact a two-way street. If he eventually came out to the public like this, it won’t be just him who will earn hate, but Sakura as well. She will be forever entwined with the floating gossips and nasty rumors. She will become the talk of the town, a household name-- the girl who made the Rokudaime step down from his post. Tsunade knows at this point that she’s being completely selfish, but Kakashi’s decision could directly ruin her beloved apprentice.. forever.

“She is your student,” Tsunade added, “and mine, too.”

I know that.. fuck. I know that! Screaming in his head, he pushed himself to the desk and buried his face on crossed arms. The stress in the air is palpable, and he feels like running out of breath.

In his head, he knows he can’t do it. He just can’t. It’s impossible for his conscience to do such a thing. He already did a lot of mistakes in the past! A lot of people already sacrificed their lives for his sake. He cannot let the old lady die because of this, and if he does, how different is he then, to the feudal lords who murdered her clan? To the people who used their wealth and power to take innocent lives for their own selfish reasons?

{ "Now then, what will you do?" }

Please.. I can’t do it. Obaa-chan..!

Helpless as he is, he starts sobbing on his desk. Tsunade watches him, unable to do anything in the midst of his misery. It must have been tormenting for him, she thought, wanting to save a life over his.

At this point, Kakashi’s sliding into unconsciousness. His senses are dimming more and more. All the pain and agony in his chest are spilling out, and if there’s anything - just one thing - that he wanted right now.. it’s Sakura. Her eyes, her face, her gentleness. He craves it, he wanted her to take away all this suffering.

He needs her by his side, praying for a world where he can shower her with all his undying admiration, to give her the affection she deserves.

Tsunade saw with her very eyes the physical toll it took on him. He’s trembling on his desk, fists curling up in his hair, and she can feel the hot aura radiating from him even from a short distance. She knows this is not the best time to speak further more of what she learned earlier, but she had to do it. He needs to deal with this one way or another.

“Kakashi,” the former hokage calls, grabbing back his attention. "I have to tell you something,” she proceeds with a confession looming in her mouth.

He lifts his head to meet her gaze and then she continued, "I noticed something earlier in Sakura's hair bun."

Kakashi’s mind spins, his temperature already exceeded convulsion. "What about it?" he answers. Hers got revealed as well? "You understand that these manifestations go by pairs, right?" Kakashi nods in delirium, pushing himself to continue the conversation despite being in the brink of unconsciousness. "What did you see?" he asks. Silver threads? Like mine? Does this mean that I.. we..? Tsunade proceeded cautiously, carefully mouthing her next words, and Kakashi did his best to focus. In his head, this must be it. Most awaited answers come to flash before his eyes. Sleepless nights, and recurring nightmares. Long days of drowning in endless paperwork. Streaks of pink and silver tangled in a fucked-up mess. Thoughts of her gentle, loving face. Do I love her? This is it, this is what his mind needed. Should I be with her? This is where it all ends. Answers. I need answers. "Sakura's hair.." she starts. Please just tell me.. "Appears just like.." Are we really.. "Sa-" Destined.. "Su-" For.. "Ke." Each other..? - Hug me. :(

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You’ll Be Alright| Connor x disabled!Reader

A/n: Okay, this is heavily based on my current situation and honestly a vent one-shot, and it’s also my first time publishing something on tumblr.

Warnings: Cussing, brief mention of abuse, pain, mention of medical disabilities, and I think that’s all.

Style: Angst? Maybe fluff if you squint???.

Everyone grows up wanting to be a hero, everyone grows up with the idea that they're invincible, and all it takes is one thing, that forces us to accept the harsh reality that we're not.

Connor and I ran side by side after our suspect. The woman in question had brutally physically and sexually abused her male android, and while she was at work, he finally found the courage to call the cops.

Hank sped on the freeway that was a couple blocks away from the chase. The half-baked plan was for Connor and me to lead the woman right to Hank. It was actually an easy plan to execute because the woman, of course, had a sloppy and unplanned getaway.

Usually, I would be able to keep up with Connor because I was able to map out easy shortcuts, but this time there was an odd twinge in my back. With a painful groan, I hunched myself over and instinctively wrapped my arm around to touch the source of the sudden pain.

It didn't take long for Connor to notice my abrupt stop, and he turned to me, concern evident in his brown eyes. “Y/n, are you aright?”

“Yes,” I answered quickly, “yes, go after her, I’ll catch up.

“But you seemed to be injured, let me help-”

“No!” I stated harshly, “we don’t have time, Connor.”

“I’m not-”

“Connor, please.”

Connor was hesitant, he didn’t put his mission first anymore, for Hank and I were far more important to him now. He sighed in defeat, knowing how stubborn I am, and turned to chase after the woman.

As I watched him fade into the navy horizon, I attempted to find somewhere to sit. At first, I believed standing still was painful, but it wasn’t until I stepped forward did I noticed that the pain in my back became more unbearable with each step.

I wasn’t scared, not yet at least, I’ve had days like this before, it was just frustrating to know it was happening in the middle of a chase. Eventually, I would get better, and the pain would dissipate, it was nothing to worry about.

____

My assumption was somewhat correct, because by the time Hank and Connor had caught the women and had come back to get me, I was feeling a bit better. I still wasn't 100 percent, but I was okay.

Connor stepped out of Hanks car and attempted to pull me up, but the moment I was standing straight pain shot up my spine. A sharp wince left my throat and I clasped onto Connor’s jacket, and my body forced me into a hunched over position.

“Y/n,” Connor went to grab my waist to steady me, but instead I pushed away and held onto his forearms. “are you alright. Y/n, look at me, are you alright?”

Breathlessly I nodded my head, and glanced up at him through my bangs, “I’ll be alright, just take me back home, please.”

He frantically nodded his head and helped me back into Hank’s beat up car. The woman wasn’t in the back, so Hank must have called for back up and put her in another police officer’s car.

Hank immediately noticed my pitiful state and said, “The fucks wrong with you?”

My thoughts beat against each other, debating weather or not I should tell them the truth.

I sighed as I eventually came to the decision that they were my friends, and deserved to know what the hell was happening to me.

It was a somber moment while I explained to them why I chose to lie about my flawed medical condition. The truth was that I had a rare medical disease that, unfortunately, doesn't have a cure. At the time I was afraid that I wouldn’t be hired because of it, even though it didn’t really affect me much. I explained how I had rough days, but how I always got through them.

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By the time I was back home the pain had dulled once again, and the one percent of me that was worried had disappeared, it was just a bad day. Despite that though, Connor volunteered to walk me inside the house and make sure I got to bed okay.

Connor walked me upstairs despite my protesting and tossed me a large t-shirt to wear to bed. Of course, he turned around as I changed, but he was right back by my side as I tucked myself to bed.

“If you need me, call me.” He told me as I stared up at him through my tired eyes.

While I appreciated his concern, I couldn’t help the small laugh from emerging, “I don’t need help Connor, I’ll be perfectly fine,” I assured him, then carefully grasped his hand. “and tomorrow, we’ll both forget this ever even happened.”

He sighed in frustration and lightly shook his head, “My offer still stands, whenever you need me, I’ll be there.”

Then with that, he left, but not before he turned off the light.

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To be honest, the only thing I truly suffer from is a non-healthy dose of insomnia because it wasn’t until 2 am that I was finally able to convince myself that I was tired. With another tired yawn, I placed my phone on the table next to me then I slowly turned on my side to rest for the night. However, this time there was a strange twinge in my ribcage. I slowly got up and placed my hand on my chest.

After about ten minutes or so that small twinge turned into unbearable pain. Panic and pain bloomed in my chest, and quiet tears seeped through my eyes. Connor's suggestion of calling him for help rang through my mind, and for a moment I considered it. It was late though, and the thought of waking him or Hank up so late made me sick with guilt. However, as silent tears turned into loud sobs, it was clear that I needed Connor with me, so I swallowed my pride and dialed his number.

My groans of pain masked the sound of the phone ringing, and I tried to find anything that would distract me. I looked at the tv screen which was playing a rerun of F. R. I. E. N. D. S, and at my dusty guitar, nothing helped. The only thing I could do was hope and pray Connor would pick up his phone, and nothing made me more hopeful than the sound of his voice when he did.

“Y/n, it’s 2:30 in the morning, why are you up?” He asked through the phone.

Despite the hope I had, my pain and fear also remained, and I started to second guess myself. I didn't know what to tell him without sounding like I was making a big deal out of nothing. He was an android after all, what if he didn't understand?

But just like before, the sudden jolt of pain forced me to push those thoughts away, and accept that there's no way to put this without sounding defenseless.

"I don't know what happened, Connor." I sobbed into the phone. "I was fine earlier and now, oh god Connor it hurts so much."

With a sob still stuck in my throat, I continued: "I'm sorry for calling so late, but I'm just so scared, and it really hurts."

From the other side of the phone, I heard frantic steps and a car door slam shut. “What hurts Y/n? Do I need to take you to the hospital?”

“My chest, my ribs? I don’t know!” I said through frustrated, and painful cries. “I don’t know, I just know that something hurts, and I’m fucking terrified.”

“Okay okay, I need you to take deep breaths-”

I attempted to take his advice, but the moment I inhaled it was as if I tried to breathe in nails. A silent, defeated cry left my mouth as I told him, “I can’t Connor, it hurts too much.”

On Connor’s side of the phone, I heard him whisper, “Shit, then it is your ribs,” then it was quickly followed by, “I’ll get there as soon as possible.”

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It took Connor 10 minutes to get from Hank's house to mine, and during his drive here he refused to let me off the phone. He attempted to keep me talking, or he tried to reassure me that everything would be fine.

I heard as Connor opened the front door from downstairs and his frantic steps as he ran upstairs. He didn't take him long to find my room, and he practically busted my door down when he did and switched on the lights.

I noticed how Connor's face fell at the sight of me, and I could only imagine what I looked like with messy hair, puffy eyes, tear-stained cheeks, and my hands pressed onto my chest in a desperate attempt to ease the ache in my chest.

“Connor,” I mumbled as happily as I could mange through the agony and tears. “you came?”

His face held a sad smile, and he took no time at all as he climbed on my bed, and instantly wrapped his long arms around me. This hug was different from all our others. Most were playful, ones where he would shake me in his arms, or lift me up and spin me around. This one, however, was gentler and Connor held me as if he was holding glass together.

With each jolt of pain, I cried more until Connor took the back of my head gently and curled me into his chest. He did everything he could think of to comfort me, from running his fingers through my hair to putting soft kisses on the top of my head, but the most comforting of all was listening to his artificial heartbeat. There was something about his body flushed against my own, his arms wrapped around me, and his heartbeat that made me feel safe.

“You’re going to be alright,” He mumbled somewhat happily into my hair. “you’re gonna be alright, I promise you.”

“Connor?” I choked out. “What’s happening to me?”

Connor didn't say anything for a while, so I assumed he was analyzing me, however, with each second that passed he hugged me tighter. Suddenly his hand snapped up to his face before it fell back down to cup my tear-stained cheek. His thumb gently ran across it, and he made sure to rid of any stray tears, as he promised again, "You're going to be alright."

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Fix-It #2: The Final Problem is "Staying Alive" (1/3)

Why Bond Air and TRF are linked

Going into series 2 now, and we all know where that leads: The Reichenbach Fall.

But why did Sherlock Holmes have to die – without actually dying?

Soon after the pool, Sherlock gets himself into very deep waters – only this time, it will be almost impossible to fix the situation again.

Even for Mycroft.

This is part #3 of the "Game Theory" series (x).

Interlude: The series 2 timeline conundrum

It was Mrs Hudson, in her dress, with the deerstalker.

The timeline of series 2 is a bit... wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey.

Referencing this thread (x), but long story short: Sherlock wasn't all keyed up, put himself through cold turkey and harpooned a dead pig because of Irene, but because of what happened at the pool.

Therefore, Sherlock and John went to Baskerville before they ever got involved with Irene’s photographs

The same newspaper in both scenes indicates that Sherlock's desperate search for the last stack of cigarettes in his flat happened on the same day Irene first decided that "it's time" to go and attract Sherlock's attention.

And looking at the following exchanges, one can't but wonder whether one really should stick to the timeline of John's blog, where "By Royal Appointment" and "The Hounds of Baskerville" are listed with a one year gap (!) in-between:

So, since the real timeline of those two episodes isn't exactly linear, I just want to point out that our favourite torture scene at the end of THoB…

… could have happened at any given point in time – and not necessarily "right after THoB".

Back to the pool

Because this is where we left off in the last post (x) – and Sherlock and John just almost died together.

Which left Sherlock a bit… wired.

This "game" between him and Jim escalated pretty quickly, and he probably only realised when he saw John strapped in Semtex how much he actually had risked by agreeing to rush headlong into this “game”.

Then again, Jim Moriarty is probably the most interesting and diverting opponent Sherlock has been facing in a really long time, if not ever, so going back to dealing with those ordinary clients now must be a real downer.

Therefore it's not surprising to see Sherlock suddenly taking so many cases, not only in an attempt to occupy himself, but also trying to find a truly interesting mystery.

Exactly this increased activity, in combination with John's blog, quite "accidentally" results in them becoming an internet phenomenon and eventually builds up Sherlock's reputation as "boffin" detective.

Not every case seems to be worthy of Sherlock's attention, though. And whenever simply ignoring the boring cases doesn't help, Sherlock goes out and harpoons even-toed ungulates.

Or hacks into John's computer and reads the emails to his girlfriends.

Tl;dr: He's horny bored.

And a bored Sherlock is never a good Sherlock

Because, even if he himself is blissfully unaware of it, he's getting dangerously close to discovering a lead to another project of the real Moriarty.

Again.

Aren't we lucky that Sherlock would rather go and fight an invented super villain, while being dressed up as a ninja (x), than notice the number of people suddenly coming to Baker Street inquiring about the missing bodies of their dead relatives.

Still, this starts to become quite of a problem: Not only could every next client finally make Sherlock notice the pattern he so far blindly has been ignoring, but John is also blogging in great detail about all those strange cases regarding bodies which are not where they are supposed to be, and how BAFFLED, and flummoxed, and bamboozled Sherlock is about all this – on a publicly accessible website which has been gaining a lot of traffic and attention lately.

(x) (x) (x)

Provided that potential clients continued dropping all those clues about the Bond Air project at this rate: Even if Sherlock won't draw the right conclusions from all of this, somebody else out there eventually might.

And then Sherlock's boredom-induced hunt for a missing rabbit gets him involved in yet another top-secret, conspiracy-laden government project...

Granted, this way at least he stops poking at project Moriarty for a couple of days, but breaking into a military base using a master keycard he nicked from his big brother certainly goes on the "con" side of the "Sherlock's utility" list.

Let's put his time and gift to some actual use!

And since Sherlock is not the only "princess" to go around and cause trouble these days in order to alleviate their horniness boredom, maybe he'll even get a knighthood out of it.

Sending the gay detective to extract some compromising photographs from a lesbian dominatrix who's trying to blackmail the Royal Family – what could possibly go wrong?

… damn.

Tfw your distraction turns out to be linked to the secret you wanted to distract from.

Or to be a bit more picturesque: Mycroft's carefully constructed house of cards didn't only collapse just now, but got crushed by the weight of a grounded passenger jet.

(x)

"Bond Air" is Mycroft's "Skyfall"

Thanks to Sherlock's deduction, the whole Bond Air operation is now compromised and therefore cancelled – the plane will never fly.

We know that this was not the only plane Mycroft and his people equipped with dead passengers, and that they collaborated with at least two foreign countries for this whole operation – however: The following statement, together with Mycroft's extreme distress in the final third of the episode, do seem a bit "exaggerated", if they really were talking only about planes…

Years of planning to intercept bomb attacks on planes, that seems to be not only very specific, but also a bit... inefficient.

(Also, corpses don’t usually have that long of a shelf life.)

But if we were talking about deceiving terrorists by redirecting and controlling crimes in general, "months and years of planning", as well as Mycroft's very emotional breakdown in this specific episode suddenly do make a lot of sense…

Because Mycroft's worst nightmare just came true: By making the wrong deduction at the wrong time, Sherlock just ended up doing something very bad.

Sherlock inadvertently busted Project Moriarty

And the "funny" part is: Sherlock is absolutely unaware of what he did.

But that is the thing about Sherlock: Very often, he just deduces things – unable to control it himself.

And he doesn't think about the consequences of what he just happened to deduce before he voices his conclusions. So, depending on the circumstances, this can in fact make his genius more harmful than useful.

SHERLOCK: There’s a margin for error but I’m pretty sure there’s a Seven Forty-Seven leaving Heathrow tomorrow at six thirty in the evening for Baltimore. Apparently it’s going to save the world. Not sure how that can be true but give me a moment; I’ve only been on the case for eight seconds.

(And we've all seen how that one ended…)

There is a certain irony to the fact that Sherlock didn't have to know anything about the true motives behind the Bond Air operation – it being tied to project Moriarty, that is – to make ^this momentous deduction.

Hence all of Mycroft's efforts to distract his brother and to keep the situation under control turned out to be in vain… In the end, all it took was an ill-timed deduction meant to "impress a girl".

Bond Air is exposed, the terrorists know about the bomb – it is only a matter of time now until someone else eventually figures out the truth about project Moriarty.

And if a worldwide "network" of criminals ever were to realise they had been played like this the entire time – by secret services and governments…

… millions of innocent citizens would fall victim to the vengeful wrath of a lot of very dangerous people.

This whole thing has become too woolly, too messy...

The sting operating "Moriarty" needs to be stopped immediately, and the traces leading back to the legitimate authorities behind it all obfuscated as thoroughly as possible.

It is convenient enough that outsiders who've already been in touch with Moriarty think of him as a "consulting criminal", hence "a person", and that he is thought to be the one and only leader of this worldwide network of criminals.

A sudden and moreover unexplained "disappearance" of Jim Moriarty, however, would only cause unwanted suspicion; there needs to be a convincing reason for him to permanently cease his activity as a consulting criminal.

And what could be more permanent than killing this "person" off…

(x)

Not only is this the proper way to deal with such a "loose end", but one also wouldn't have to fear the revenge of any of Moriarty's now disgruntled clients due to cancelled deals and unsettled grievances.

"Moriarty" has to die – because one can't really take revenge on a dead person

But in order to actually nip any burgeoning hard feelings in the bud, the story behind Moriarty's downfall has to spread to even the furthest branches of the network as quickly as possible.

Hence merely an obscure, whispered voice would not suffice; not only would it take too long, but its (obviously non-existent) credibility would need to be established and proven first, etc etc etc ...

An already well-established, widespread, fast-paced and reliable information channel is needed.

"I love newspapers. Fairy tales – and pretty grim(m) ones, too."

And one thing is certain: The more sensational the news, the faster and wider it will spread.

How utterly convenient that "Jim" now happens to commit The Crime Of The Century.

That alone would already be a good enough story by itself, but it doesn't quite fulfill its actual purpose: As of now, James Moriarty only is being accused of attempting to steal the crown jewels (among other things), and therefore he is nothing more than an "ordinary" thief.

But remember: The whole point of this was to make the world believe that James Moriarty is a "consulting criminal" and the leader of a huge underground network.

Jim officially needs to become Moriarty's face

Because then, if Jim was to die, Moriarty (and eventually his network) would die with him.

But it wouldn't have been very convincing for Jim to just go out there and claim to be the most evil mastermind to ever have evil'ed – which is why he actually got his hands dirty and broke into all these places.

The three most secure places in the country.

And then he got acquitted of the charges without having to show any proof for his "innocence" to the jury.

That's quite a feat.

And, on the surface, also a very marketable skill set for a criminal mastermind.

So far, there's nothing really remarkable or fishy about it: Advertising for his criminal business seems to be a good enough explanation for why Jim did what he did – but if it had been the actual reason, the episode would have ended right here:

Having managed to vanish without a single trace after getting all this public attention, James Moriarty would have gone back to his now booming consulting business and happily continued to sit in the centre of his web till the end of days.

There was no need for Richard Brook

If James Moriarty actually broke into all these places in order to advertise, he wouldn't have gone and activated the self-destruct button by "creating" Richard Brook only six weeks later.

But there was a Richard Brook, and eventually the story ended with both Jim and Sherlock committing (fake-)suicide on the rooftop of St Bart's.

As if this had been meant to happen all along...

… and, to quote Moffat, "what a waste of a scene that would be". (x)

;)

Up next:

Part 2 of this post.

Link to part #4 of the series (x).

Follow @the-game-theory or me myself for updates.

Why is the series called “Game Theory”? (x)

My never-ending great big thanks to @mollydobby, as always, for the discussing and betaing. 🍪

Also, and I forgot that in the last two (ugh!), many thanks to @callie-ariane for her transcripts (x); what would the fandom do without her!

And since I did announce a SURPRISE last week: As you already noticed, the series 2 post has got multiple parts – two of which will be published next week on Tuesday AND Thursday! :)

(^because there actually is a little cliffhanger inbetween the next two, and I don't want y'all to suffer... ♥ )

Tagging people – if you’d like to be tagged in future posts as well, feel free to write me!

@elephant-in-the-bloom @may-shepard @wiscolina @devoursjohnlock @sarahthecoat @wibblywobblybowtie @violetvernet @etherealweekes @etoileetiolee @thewarriorprincessinthefield @shylockgnomes

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Things to know about your health as you turn 40

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Things to know about your health as you turn 40

Let’s begin with a head to toe examination.

DALLAS — It is time for your health check!

And this week, we have a special series of health checks in honor of a big birthday our Sonia Azad has coming up: she’s turning 40 on Friday. As part of the lead up to the day, she will be asking medical experts their advice for what health details you need to focus, whether you’re staring down the big 4-0, just celebrated the milestone, or beyond.

It’ll all culminate in a celebratory “Bar Crawl” – but healthy, of course!

So, what are those big health topics you need to keep top-of-mind? Let’s begin with a head to toe examination.

Prevention

Dr. James Pinckney II, M.D. from Diamond Physicians says while aging feels like it happens overnight, it’s actually a gradual process, and the things we do today will affect how we feel tomorrow.

“Our metabolism slows down, we don’t produce as much of certain hormones, we don’t have the same energy levels,” he explained.

He encouraged everyone facing 40 to know their numbers:

Blood pressure

Cholesterol

Baseline heart rate

His doctors even do a “neck to pelvis” scan that takes a look at organs and assesses a patient’s future risk for heart disease by looking at the plaque in their arteries

Pinckney said taking that deep dive now can prevent bigger problems later.

“Cardiovascular disease is the number one killer in this country and has been for the last 20 years, and it’s really something you have to focus on in your youth,” he explained.

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Also important for prevention: eye and dental health.

As we get older, our vision changes and sometimes that can get in the way of day-to-day life, like driving at night, reading menus in dark restaurants – or simply checking your text messages.

“What happens is, the internal structure of the eye, which are really flexible all of our life, that structure loses its flexibility,” explained Dr. Anisah Shahizadeh with EyeQ Vision.

While Shahizadeh said there’s not much that can be done to prevent this natural process, heavy computer use is contributing to more vision problems for people, across the board. A yearly dilated eye exam with your eye doctor is key to detecting any issues early, so they can be treated.

Checking for diabetes, high blood pressure, sleep apnea – all these things really do affect our visual health, as well.

As for dental health, it might be something we usually neglect until there’s something wrong, like pain, cavities, or gum disease. In fact, half the population over age 30 experiences gum disease, and 95% of people end up with at least one cavity in their lifetime.

Dr. Michael Fooshee, DDS at Apex Dental Partners said as we age, “more and more people end up on medications, which leads to dry mouth. That actually leads to a lot of issues with cavities in patients.”

Consider fluoride. He said it decreases the risk of future cavities by 75%.

Correct your bite. Fooshee said consider braces or Invisalign if your teeth have shifted out of alignment. Moving teeth back into place actually reduces the risk of gum disease because when your teeth are in alignment, you can clean them better.

Be careful of crunching on ice or hard foods. That can cause fractures over time.

Avoid highly acidic foods. They can lead to increased risk of cavities.

Get regular check ups. They are critical, and should be done every six months.

Skin Health

Age may be just a number, but let’s be honest – part of feeling young is looking good. That includes your largest organ: your skin!

Three of the most common complaints from people over 40: Wrinkles, acne and thinning hair.

There’s no specific guidelines saying that when you turn 40, you need to get your skin checked. But Dr. Corinne Erickson, a board-certified dermatologist said this age is “really a great time when you’re 40 to say, ‘alright, looking ahead 10 years, what do I want my skin to look like? What do I want to feel like at 50?'”

Erickson, who just turned 40 last year, said it’s never too late to start taking care of your skin.

“Some damage has been done, but a lot of damage hasn’t been done, so you still have an opportunity to protect what you have right now,” she encouraged.

Some ways to do that? Start with sunscreen.

“Starting to wear sunscreen every day can make a big difference,” she explained. “The magical number is 30. So, you want an SPF of 30. But feel free to go higher.”

Erickson recommends zinc- and titanium-based sunscreens. She recommended looking at the labels and trying to stick to less than two ingredients.

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Noticing differences in your skin tone – and texture? The good news: you’re not crazy.

Collagen break-down, over time, reduces elasticity, and we end up with wrinkles and fine lines. As for discoloration, those dark spots, freckles and redness appear for two reasons: genetics and photo-aging.

Photo-aging, Erickson said, are the changes that UV exposure induces on the skin. She said you can reverse some photo aging with either products or procedures – or a combination of the two. Anything that helps stimulate collagen or promotes more skin cell turnover.

That could include topical antioxidants like vitamin C, or even over-the-counter retinols, or retin-A. Erickson said it’s important to seek guidance from a dermatologist because those are not for everyone.

One more thing to talk about when it comes to skin: hormones.

If you’re wondering why you’re waking up with less hair on your head and more of it in undesired places, blame it on androgens, a group of hormones that become more apparent in your 40s. They’re the hormones responsible for female adult acne, and a lot of other fun stuff – for men and women.

“Androgen hormones can cause shrinking, decreased density of hair follicles on our scalp and promote hair growth in women where we prefer not to be growing hair,” Erickson explained.

When it comes to thinning hair, Erickson said PRP, or platelet rich plasma, injections can help, if you can afford it. But there are also oral medications, topical formulas targeting hormone-induced skin changes and other procedures. But again, whether you’re trying to grow hair – or get rid of it – the method is unique to you and requires a conversation with your dermatologist.

“There’s not a one-size-fits all solution for unwanted hair removal, especially because there are different types of unwanted hair, and it depends on the type of hair, the color of hair, texture of hair as well as the skin type.”

According to the American Academy of Dermatology, more than one million people are living with melanoma, and one person dies of the disease every hour.

So, something simple you can do today: make an appointment for a full body skin check.

Breast Cancer

One-in-eight women will get breast cancer in her lifetime.

For “average risk” women, the recommendation is to start yearly mammograms at age 40. But for high-risk women, you may qualify for screening earlier than 40 if you have a family history (particularly a parent, sibling or child) of breast cancer or if you have a “known genetic mutation” for developing it.

Why 40? Studies show one-sixth of all breast cancers in women happen younger than age 50.

“You’re in the developmental stages of breast cancer below 40 or below 50, and you don’t even know it,” explained Dr. Sean Raj, the medical director of Baylor Scott and White’s High-risk Breast Program.

That’s right – cancer is a slow process usually.

“The reason we do screening mammography is to be able to find cancers when they’re smallest and most treatable,” he explained.

At Baylor, every woman who comes in for a screening mammogram gets a risk assessment – at no cost.

I got a 3-D mammogram. It involved taking four pictures at different angles, with staff guiding me thru when to breathe, and when not to.

You feel a little pressure, but the whole thing is over in minutes. Then, the results. Typically there’s a waiting period, but for the purposes of our story, Dr. Raj offered me immediate feedback: nothing concerning on the initial pictures. But, he pulled up my screening images from 2017 for comparison. Because of my family history, I decided then to start screening earlier than guidelines suggest.

There was one area that Dr. Raj wanted to look at more carefully, so they took one more picture in order to look more closely at some subtle changes he noticed between 2017 and now.

After examining the layers of dense breast tissue, he gave me the all-clear.

“There you go. You got a clean bill of breast health. Congratulations,” he said. “That’s what we’re going for here.”

Along with stressing the importance of prevention, there are some myths about breast cancer that Dr. Raj busted”

1. That it’s painful. He said pain is usually not associated with breast cancer. If you are feeling pain, that’s likely either hormonal, or the result of a poor fitting bra.

2. That women with smaller breasts can’t get be diagnosed with breast cancer. That’s false. Breast cancer doesn’t discriminate.

3. That men can’t get breast cancer. Also false! While men don’t need screening mammograms at 40, they can get breast cancer. So, for men and women, if you notice any changes – a lump, rash, discoloration, focal pain or bleeding – definitely talk to your doctor for further examination.

RELATED: Take it from a survivor: Breast cancer is a ‘guy thing’ too

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CBWA GREAT BOGOTA BASH 4

Live from Bogota, Colombia

Welcome everybody to The Great Bogota Bash!!!!

I’m Gorilla Monsoon alongside Bobby “The Brain” Heenan and Bobby what a we have in store

You can say that again Gorilla, tonight one man’s dream will be made and one man’s dream may become a nightmare because my money is on the boss Mr. Schneider and Roberto Gibson will be his servant tonight

Well that remains to seen Brain also tonight we have four title matches and what about the big battle royal where the winner of the battle royal will go on and main event to face the CBWA World Heavyweight Champion at our biggest event of the year Drug Wars 5

I have an inside scoop that told me a lot of surprises will happen in this battle royal, some old faces and some new

Well I can’t wait for that Brain as we now take you to the ring and the Fink

Ladies and Gentleman welcome to The Great Bogota Bash!!!!! The opening contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the CBWA Tag Team Championship

Introducing first the challengers at a total combined weight of 534LBS here Councilman Tom Zenk, Big Bubba Bogota, City Hall!!!!

Do they look ready or what Gorilla?

That is certainly the case Brain but don’t discard the champs and here comes AuZZtin and listen to this crowd

And their opponents first weighing in at 247LBS he is one half of the tag team champions Stone Cold ZZ AuZZtin!!!!

I don’t understand why people like this guy Gorilla

Well all you have to do is listen to this capacity crowd and if you think they are loud now just wait till his tag partner comes out and here he comes and listen to that pop

His partner weighing in at 237LBS he is the other half of the tag team champions Roberto Gibson!!!!!

I feel like this is his night Brain even with all the cards stacked against him, look at the determination on his face

That’s gas Gorilla he’s a nervous wreck

Will you stop? Champs are in the ring as we are about to get this match underway and wait just a minute, you know what that music means?

Oh yeah Gorilla the boss is here and would you look at that suit wow!!!!

Definitely dressed to the nine’s but what is the purpose of this?

Um sorry to interrupt but as I said on Super Estrella I wanna make sure Mr. Gibson loses fairly so I have appointed a “special” referee for this match and don’t worry its not me I’m getting prepared for the main event, now this person personal called me and wanted to be apart of the show and what a better way to do so, so without further ado I like to introduce the “special” referee……………….Garth Lane!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Are you serious Brain? What is this? Garth Lane? We haven’t seen him in months

And look at him Gorilla, a new haircut new look, he’s somewhat normal

Yeah I wonder who has been taking care of him? And look at Roberto’s face as Mr. Schneider is loving this on the ramp

As the bell rings we are underway and its AuZZtin and The Z-Man starting this one off, I can’t believe Garth is the special referee, you wonder what else Mr. Schneider has in store for Gibson and this is only the first match as ZZ now nails The Z-Man with a Lou Thez Press now ZZ against the ropes and down with an elbow, quick cover here and Z-Man is up at 2, now ZZ with the arm and tags in Roberto who comes off the top and now a dropkick to The Z-Man, cover by Gibson and Garth a little slow with the count, come on ref

He tripped Gorilla

Yeah he tripped, I can see the writing on the wall Brain and now Z-Man drives his shoulders to Gibson to the corner, Bubba with the tag comes in and nails Gibson right in the ribs

Bubba has been waiting on this for a longtime now

Gibson is in a whole lot of hurt leg sweeps Bubba and tags ZZ in and here comes AuZZtin

This is not good for the challengers as Mr. Schneider is still on the ramp looking on

He looks a bit nervous indeed Brain as ZZ looks to ready for a gator stunner and wait Brain it’s the Miz with a chair and my god right between the eyes

Boy did he waffle him or what?

He sure did but the ref didn’t call for the bell, that’s a blatant disqualification

Oh and look at ZZ Gorilla he is busted wide open

He sure is Brain this is all but over as Roberto is trying to get ZZ to tag but he is being cut off by City Hall and look at this Brain Roberto has had enough

He has lost it Gorilla

He has just had enough as he is cleaning house and now wait a minute look at this Garth is grabbing Gibson from behind

Don’t you hit him Gibson that is an official

Oh!!!! A crescent kick to Garth, now to Bubba and the Z-Man

What is wrong with him Monsoon? He has lost his mind

He has just had enough Brain and now look at this Gibson dragging ZZ to their corner and now Gibson is looking for the tag, ZZ is coming through

He is a bloody mess Gorilla

He sure is but look at the heart as he is almost there to tag in Gibson and………….wait a minute what’s this? Gibson jumped off the apron Brain

Now what is going on?

ZZ is looking puzzled and my god Gibson just gave him the bird and he is walking away

What is this about Gorilla?

I have no idea, I didn’t know the champs were at odds as Gibson now is walking up to the ramp where Mr. Schneider is lets listen in

You win, go fuck yourself, I quit, good luck on your main event

What? Did he just walk out?

Meanwhile in the ring ZZ is up looking for Gibson turn around ZZ and oh big Bubba Slam cover 1,2,3 you gotta be kidding me

Yes finally justice is served

Lets go to the Fink

The winners of the match and NEW!!!!!!!! CBWA Tag Team Champions, City Hall

City Hall the new champs but the bigger story is what Gibson just did, wait Brain im being told Kenny is backstage with Roberto lets go to Kenny

Roberto, Roberto what happened out there?

You know what Kenny, im sick of you I’m sick of Bubba, im sick of that worthless partner ZZ and most importantly im sick of John and his crap. I’ve had enough of this, I’m a hall of famer for crying out loud and this is how im being treated? I’m going back to Smokey Mountain at least they still respect me there and Schneider says he will fire me and I will never be in the CBWA again? So be it this is the absolute last time you will see Roberto Gibson in The CBWA and since we are PPV……FUCK YOU!!!!!!!!

I’m at a lost of words back to you Gorilla and Bobby.

Well I still don’t understand what is going on with Gibson, meanwhile what about ZZ? You saw the condition he is in and he still has a big match up ahead for the CBWA South American Title

And most importantly Monsoon the loser has to kiss the winners ass and as far Gibson goes its obvious Gorilla he couldn’t take it anymore, he knew he was in a lose lose situation you can’t blame the guy

Well in any event its going to be very interesting to see what is going to happen in the main event as you can see the ring crew is getting ready for our next match A Columbian Death Match, this is not going to be for the weaken heart Brain

You are correct about that one Monsoon this is going to be great, 2 men that hate each other with a passion to go this length both of these men are going to come out of this never the same

We are just ready but before we head to the ring Kenny is now backstage with the boss Mr. Schneider

Mr. Schneider what are your thoughts about what just went down with Roberto Gibson?

Well Kenny, as many of you know me and Mr. Gibson have never seen eye to eye and unfortunately when you are live on PPV a lot of real life things can happen, now as you also know we here at the CBWA always put card subject to change and this will likely be the case for the main event, however im going to do my best to get ahold of Mr. Gibson and see if he will obligate his contract and face Mr. Goldberg, the main event everybody wants to see

Thank you Mr. Schneider we will look forward for an update back to you Gorilla

Thank you for that update Kenny we will mostly definitely be waiting for the update, well the ring is ready its time for the Columbian Death Match as we take you down to the Fink

Ladies and gentleman the following contest is The Columbian Death Match!!!!! The rules are simple there are no rules the only way to win is by TKO.

Introducing first weighing in at 263LBS Bogota OX!!!!!

Ox bringing out his own supplies her Brain

Is that a kitchen sink?

Sure does look like, everything but the kitchen sink? I think not as we go back to the Fink

And his opponent to be accompanied to the ring by his father Frank Converse, weighing in at 235LBS, here is Boltsy!!!!!!!!!!

Great ovation for Boltsy as the Big Man Frank Converse is by his side

I don’t see the resemblance Monsoon

Well a lot of people say the same thing as you Brain but wait look at this Boltsy charging with a light tube and oh my he nails Ox on the head and look at the glass flying everywhere

Get up Ox I have to pick up my Lincoln tomorrow morning

Will you stop? And look at this Ox is busted wide open

This is not good Gorilla

Boltsy now taking a barbwire bat and now he is grinding Ox’s head oh my god

He is a madman Monsoon

Well Ox made this so personal, as we know he costed Boltsy last month in the Intercontineal tournament and also denied his dad Frank Converse a car at his dealership

Come on Gorilla we know that bum has no credit

Be that as it may Boltsy felt he had it out on him and look at Boltsy go as he is not letting up on Ox, now Boltsy has a table, this is all been Boltsy and what is that in his hand Brain

Is that lighter fluid?

Looks to be just that Brain and he is spraying down the table but from behind look out Ox has a that barbwire bat and from behind he nails Boltsy ands look at the bat

Oh my god it is stuck in his back

Ox trying to pull it out and oh this is hard to watch, finally gets it out and Boltsy back is gushing blood everywhere, Ox now taunting Frank who is outside looking at this and wait a minute Brain looks like the big man has had enough and he is now in the ring with barbwire chair

This is not fair, Ox look out

Frank is about to hit Ox but just a second he now turns his attention to Boltsy and what the hell did we just see?

He nailed his son with the chair Gorilla

And now look at this, Ox and Frank are now double teaming Boltsy, Frank is telling him to light the table, what is this Brain

It looks like a father has had enough of snot nose kid

The table is on fire and now Frank is setting him up for the powerbomb and oh my god he just powerbomb him through the table, Boltsy is on fire, the ring crew with the fire extinguisher are putting out Boltsy, give me a break are you kidding me? Bell rings and lets go to the Fink for the announcement

The winner of the match via TKO, Bogota Ox!!!!!!!

And now look at Frank screaming at an unconscious Boltsy as we listen

All I wanted was your love son, all I wanted was your love

You heard him all he wanted was his love but what kind of love is that?

That Monsoon is called tough love.

Lets now go backstage to Kenny who is with Foot Von Erich

Thank you Gorilla I’m here next to the challenger for the CBWA Intercontinental Championship

Let me cut you off right there baby, you are looking at the next CBWA Intercontinental Champion, I mean look at me baby, I’m in the best shape of my life and look at our current champion not in the best shape and he has a bum knee and he is about to go out there in a two at of three falls with me, now you tell me Kenny who has the upper hand?

Well that looks to be you Foot

Exactly Kenny, Hot Stuff you are a great champion no doubt the longest reigning CBWA World Champion, you are indeed great but you are old and your time has past and its time for The Foot to claim what his mine, now if you excuse me I have to go collect my belt baby

Well there you go Gorilla and Brain a very confident Foot heading in the two out of three falls back to you

Thank you Kenny a very confident Foot indeed as we take you to the Fink

Ladies and Gentlemen the following is schedule for a 2 out of 3 falls for The CBWA Intercontinental Championship

Introducing first the challenger weighing in at 257LBS Foot Von Erich

He wasn’t kidding Monsoon he is in great shape

Indeed he is Brain as you go back to Kenny with the champion

Hot Stuff you heard what Foot said how’s your knee doing and what are your thoughts going in this match?

Kenny I’m not going to lie, my knee is killing me so I guess you can say I’m going in as the one legged man in an ass whipping contest, but let me reassure all you fans something I didn’t go through the top stars of The CBWA to win this title only to lose it, I will prevail and I will walk out still the CBWA Intercontinental champion

There you have it Gorilla as the champ is heading towards the ring, back to you

Thank you Kenny and listen to this crowd as the champ is making his way to the ring, lets go to the Fink for the announcement

And his opponent weighing in at 234LBS,m he is The CBWA Intercontinental Champion, Hot Stuff Eddie Gilbert

Take a look at knee brace Monsoon he is definitely not at 100%

Absolutely not but as he said just a while ago nothing is going to stop him as referee Nicholas Patrick holds up the beautiful Intercontinental title and the bell rings and we are underway, collar and elbow tie up and whoa look at Foot with an arm drag

He is ready Monsoon

Absolutely he is Brain as he is now doing jumping jacks, the champ gives him a nice applause and another collar and elbow tie up and now this the champ with the arm drag and now he’s doing jumping jacks and look at Foot’s face Brain

Who does he think he is? How dare he embarrass Foot like that

Oh but its ok that Foot did it? Give me a break and now Foot coming after the champion and whoa what a dropkick 360 and over the top Brain

Foot you have to take your time, don’t let him rush you

You sound like you’re managing there Brain

Not at all Gorilla just advice if I was his manager this match would already be over

Sure it would be, back in the ring now and Foot gets another dropkick and now a backslide referee with a cover and he got him

What????? What happened?

The Champ caught Foot sleeping Brain and took the first fall as we go to the Fink

The winner of the first fall, Hot Stuff Eddie Gilbert

Gilbert takes the first fall and wait a minute Brain a cheap shot from Foot on that injured knee

There you go Foot take advantage of the knee

Will you stop you are supposed to be a buyest commentator, the champ is in pain and now Foot tells referee Nicholas Patrick to start the next fall, he rings the bell and now Foot is putting on the figure four the champ in pain has no choice but to tap out

We are tied Monsoon

Lets go to the Fink for the announcement

The winner of the second fall by submission, Foot Von Erich

Oh look at Foot he is telling the ref to start the next fall again

Come on Ref start the fall

You know he has to check and see if Gilbert is good to go

Who cares Foot is ready ring the damn bell

Well there you go bell rings and wait quick roll up by the champ 1,2,3

Noooo!!!!

Lets go to the Fink with the official announcement

Ladies and Gentlemen the winner of the third and the match and still!!!!

CBWA Intercontinental Champion, Hot Stuff Eddie Gilbert!!!!

What a performance by the champion the will to come through as we take you backstage to Kenny

Thanks guys I’m here with The CBWA South American Champion Bogota Miz and Miz you are moments away with you kiss my ass match with AuZZtin your thoughts going in

My thoughts? Really? Really? My thoughts are you have to be the worst interviewer in the history of pro wrestling, my thoughts are simple, I’m the CBWA South American Champion, ZZ is posing as a wannabe badass who is going to give me an ass whopping, What!? Tonight I show the entire world who the real ZZ is and he will pucker up those lips and kiss my nicely tanned ass, I guarantee it because I’m the Bogota Miz and I’m……………Awesome!!!!!!!!

Back to you guys

Well certainly a lot at stake here as the South American title is on the line as we take you now to the Fink

Ladies and Gentleman the following contest schedule for one fall is for the CBWA South American Championship, introducing first weighing in at 245LBS Stone Cold ZZ AuZZtin

You see the bandage on his head Brain, I wonder what is going through his head

Probably not a lot the way he talks

Will you stop? I’ll have you thrown out of here if you don’t quit

Fine alright I get it Monsoon

Lets go back to the Fink for the introduction of the champ

And his opponent weighing in at 237lbs he is the CBWA South American Champion, The Miz!!!!!

The champ looking great

Where’s Maryse?

I’m not going to tell you again Brain and look at this ZZ is after Miz on the ramp he has The Miz now and bringing him in the ring, bell rings and we are underway and oh a blatant low blow by the Miz and now runs ZZ into the ring post, looks to me Brain that ZZ has opened that wound up again

Oh definitely has Monsoon

Miz now going after that open wound and the crowd trying to get ZZ back going, Miz with whip into the ropes and look at this

Oh boy what a great idea a sleeper hold Gorilla

Certainly is Brain as he is cutting off the oxygen to the brain

But there is nothing up there to cut off

Stop I mean it, crowd getting into chanting ZZ’s name as ZZ is starting to get up and one elbow to the gut and now another elbow and he breaks the hold and now ZZ is making his comeback, right hand to the champ

Get up Miz

The Champ seems to be in trouble Brain, ZZ whips the Miz into the corner and is stomping a mudhole in his ass and walking dry as our good friend JR would say

Come on Miz

ZZ looking for him to get up looking for the Gator Stunner but The Miz reverses it and nails the Skull Crushing Finale!!!!! Cover 1,2,3 get out of here

Yes!!!!!!

Lets go to the Fink for the announcement

The winner of the match and still CBWA South American Champion, The Miz!!!!!!!

Talk about an upset but Brain ZZ is still down and hasn’t moved, referee calling for EMT’s, The Miz has the mic

Hey don’t call them in here pucker those lips up pal here comes the full moon, what do you mean he’s not responding? Get out of my way

Oh look at this disgusting behavior as he puts his rear end on ZZ’s face, the real story though Brain is ZZ has not responded or moved since he took the finisher

That’s how devastating the Skull Crushing Finale is

As we look at the replay you can see the top of ZZ’s head go right into the mat, oh I can’t watch, EMT’s are getting ZZ on the stretcher we will keep you updated folks as we now go backstage with Kenny and the Boss

Thanks guys I’m here with Mr. Schneider hopefully with an update on the Main Event?

I indeed do have an update for you and I just got off the phone with Mr. Gibson and he informed me that he will be back and will face Goldberg for The World Heavyweight title, now if you excuse me I’m getting ready for this battle royal

Yes Sir, thank you sir, well you heard it first guys it looks like the Main Event is still on, back to you

That’s great to hear I’m sure Roberto went to go cool off and thought about his miustake

Or he realized he has no where else to go

Either the main event is on as we now get you ready for the battle royal as we take you down to the Fink

Ladies and Gentleman it is now time for the battle royal, now the rules are simple in order to be eliminated you must be thrown over the top rope and both feet must touch the floor, two superstars will start and every minute another participant enters the battle royal, the last man standing will be the winner and will earn a shot for the CBWA World Heavyweight Championship at the biggest event of the year Drug Wars 5 and now without further ado lets see drew number 1

Oh it’s the Deadman Brain

Turn the lights back on

Will you stop? Lets go back to the Fink to see who drew number 2

And now lets see who drew number 2

Its Party Jannetty another BS Service member this should be interesting and look at Party, is he telling the Underfaker to take the fall?

Party must of partied to hard if that’s the case

And look at this as the Deadman grabs Party by the throat and throws Party over the top and gone

What a moron Monsoon

Certainly is as you see the clock for our next entrant

Oh look Brain it’s the Shockmaster

We haven’t seen him in some time

Certainly haven’t and oh it looks like the Shockmaster hasn’t been in a ring in awhile as he trips over the ropes and Underfaker throws him out

Well it was nice seeing him for a sec

That’s for sure as we are counting down to our next entry

Its Bogota Bam Bam and he is running to the ring look at this Bam Bam and Underfaker going at it, Bam Bam come off with a closeline and he nails the deadman over the top 360 he’s out of here

Wow very impressive by Bam Bam Monsoon

Absolutely impressive by Bam Bam as number 5 is on his way……………..its the phenomenal one AJ Styles

And look at AJ Gorilla, taking his time very smart

Certainly is Brain as AJ is just about to enter the ring our next competitor is about to make his way down now

Its Brian Withers

A great competitor but talk about an entrance my god what is this?

This reminds me of the Dark Scorpion entrance Monsoon

Who? Anyways meanwhile in the ring AJ and Bam Bam are going at it as our next competitor is on his way

Its Greg Ganja

Ganja indeed he looks ready as he bypasses Withers and now Bam Bam and Ganja are double teaming AJ now and he is almost over

Hang on AJ

He’s hanging as our entry number 8 is coming out

It’s the Repo Man

Oh no Bogota Repo Man and look at this Brain he is scooping out whatever that thing is that’s hovering Withers to the ring and Repo now hooking on Withers ride and towing it away

Wait a minute Withers is still on there

Well it looks like he didn’t make a payment he’s out of here as our next competitor is on his way

Its BS member Blaster Lashley

Look at the size of this man? He’s huge, now in the ring and he automatically eliminates The Repo Man, oh now look at this stare down of Bam Bam and Lashley as our next entry is on his way

Its Steve Ryder

The Powerhouse and I know Kenny;s personal pick as we are half way through and Ryder Ryderlines Bam Bam over the top, There goes Bam Bam, oh but from behind the big man Lashley, but wait Ryder with a suplex,

Is he really calling for the PileRyder

He sure is Brain. But im with you I don’t about this but look at the strength as he has him up

Wow

And down goes Lashley and now Ryder throws him over the top as our next competitor is on his way, it’s the Columbian Dragon and listen to this crowd

“si, si,si,si,si,si,si,si,si,si,si,si,si,si,si,si,si”

What are they saying Monsoon

Clearly its Si which is yes in Spanish Brain

I know what Si means I was just checking on your Spanish skills

Don’t worry my Spanish skills as the Columbian Dragon and AJ are going it, Dragon whips Aj into the ropes but is reversed and a beautiful dropkick

No Gorilla a Phenomenal dropkick

Please Brain as number 12 is on his way, wait a minute Brain is that The Eye of Falk?

Clearly he’s not in this battle royal

Guess again Brain, im being told he is in this battle royal and wait Ganja is trying to help him and gets thrown out by Ryder for his efforts and now Ryder grabs Falk gorilla press over the top he is out of here as we have The Columbian Dragon, AJ Styles and Steve Ryder in the ring as we wait for number 13, oh my god its Roddy Hart

Where did they dig him up Monsoon?

Well it looks like he has been working at the local Wal Mart as he still has his vest on for crying out loud, Hart makes it in the ring and is immediately closeline over the top by AJ, crowd not happy with that as we wait for the next entry

Would you look at this? It’s the Midnight Rider Monsoon

Midnight Rider indeed number 14 another but look at this Rider and Ryder are face to face and Ryder now kick to the gut and throws out the Midnight Rider, well that didn’t last long as we wait for number 15, its John Seenya, boy has Bolin gotten him in shape or what?

He looks like his old self Gorilla

And look at this Seenya and AJ are now going at and The Dragon and Ryder are also going at it as we await number 16

Its Foot Von Erich

Foot coming off his loss earlier today hoping to win this battle royal as he is helping out Seenya and trying to eliminate AJ and out goes Styles

No Monsoon he only has one foot out

You are right about that but I don’t Von Erich and Seenya knows that

Turn around boys

Flying forearm both men are out but wait Brain, did Foot’s foot get tied up on the ropes?

That is what it looks like Gorilla

A little controversy here, I don’t know Brian, Seenya definitely eliminated but Foot is making a case as number 16 is about to come out

Its Rico

Rico the number 16 competitor making his way to the ring and would look at this Brain is he winking at Steve Ryder? Oh big mistake as Ryder just annihilates him oved the top and out goes Rico, its still down to The Columbian Dragon, AJ and Steve Ryder as number 17 is next

What?

It’s the Ultimate One GODBOLD and look at this as he is sprinting to the ring as he is goes after AJ but AJ ducks and Godbold is out just like that as number 18 is out and oh my god Brain business has just picked up its Frank Converse

Oh my god the former World Heavyweight Champion and he and Ryder have locked eyes look at this stare down

Wait a minute Brain no way that’s Boltsy and has a lit barbwire bat and nails Frank who jumps over the ropes and out he goes, Boltsy chases after him as number 19 is out now and look at this Brain its Big Bubba one half of the new Tag Team Champions and look at this Bubba now going after The Columbian Dragon and wait a minute look who it is Brain

Oh my The Mayor is here

And now helping Bubba eliminate The Dragon what is that about? Now Ryder from behind closelines Bubba and out goes Bubba, its all down to AJ, Ryder and the man who drew number 20 and of course should of known its Raman Reigns

What an advantage he has

I smell a rat, so its Ryder Styles and Reigns, one of these men will main event Drug Wars 5 and challenge the champion as AJ and Reigns double team Ryder but Ryder nails both with a closeline, Ryder now with Styles and there goes AJ but wait from behind Reigns but wait Ryder sees it ducks closelines Reigns and Ryder has done it as we take you to the Fink

Ladies and Gentlemen the winner of the Battle Royal and now the number one contender Steve Ryder!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ryder points at the Drug Wars 5 sign as the pyro goes off

I can’t hear you Gorilla.

Thank you guys and what a great victory for Steve Ryder, I hope he lives up to his end of the deal and I get some finger smelling, anyways im here with the CBWA champion Goldberg and champ a lot has happened, at first we didn’t know if we were going to have a main event when your opponent Roberto Gibson walked out but according to Mr. Schneider Gibson will be here for your match, your thoughts?

I don’t care who it is Kenny, Gibson or Santa Clause I don’t care put anybody against me their next

Well there you go Gorilla the Champ is ready and heading towards the ring back to you

Thank you Kenny as it is indeed main event time as we take you once again the Fink

Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is set for one fall and it is for The CBWA World Heavyweight Championship, introducing first the special guest referee, he is the head of creative of the CBWA, Mr. John Schneider

to the course of boo’s for Mr. Schneider

How dare you and these people Monsoon

He can’t hear Brain stop sucking up as now Mr. Schneider has the microphone

Earlier tonight we had what we call a shoot in the tag team match at which Mr. Gibson decided to walk out, but I wouldn’t let all of you people down that paid your hard earn money to see this match, so I was the bigger man and called Mr. Gibson and asked him to comeback not just for the money because I had to shell some out and pay him, but for the fans and he is a man of his words so without further ado allow me to introduce the number one contender, Mr. Roberto Gibson!!!

Well here comes the challenger and what in god’s name is this?

What Gorilla that is clearly Roberto Gibson

You know damn well that is not Roberto Gibson, it looks to be some imposter what is this? As the champs music hits lets go back to the Fink

And his opponent weighing in at 268LBS he is The CBWA Worlds Heavyweight Goldberg!!!!!!

Here comes the man Monsoon

The champ is jacked and ready but I still wanna know who this Gibson imposter is and look at the Champ Brain he even knows that’s not Gibson as Schneider calls for the bell and we are under way as this imposter guy is trying to intimidate the champion, are you kidding me?

Gibson sure does have some balls

That is not Roberto Gibson

You can fool me, that is Gibson

Will you stop? Now look at this goof strutting around and the champ has had enough with a devastating spear

Oh my god Gorilla, Gibson is cut in half

For the last time…. Oh forget now Goldberg has this imposter up for the Jackhammer and down he goes cover 1,2,3 and another victory for the champ and Schneider grabs the mic

And the winner of the match and still CBWA Champion Goldberg!!!!!

Well Goldberg is not sticking around for this as he heads to the back, Schneider turning his attention to this imposter guy

Now as for you Gibson…..

Did he just call him Gibson

See I told you that was him

Quiet lets hear what else he has to say

A deal is a deal and well you lost so starting this Thursday you will be my servant and the first thing I want you to do bring me my coffee

Yes sir yes sir I will

That’s a good Gibson, you see what happens when you cross the boss?

Well I’ve had about enough of this for Bobby “The Brain” Heenan I’m Gorilla Monsoon so long from the Great Bogota Bash!!!!!!!!!!!

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38. Part 4

I already miss Rylee, staring out of the jet window seeing Joe close the car door. I feel really sad about this, but I also have a lot of shit to do. I need to sort everything out for Rylee, I need to make sure she has a team waiting for her, I am upset I can’t be there to witness this. To see her work and support her, she knows I will do anything for her. The SUV drove off and there was that, she better stay safe because I am only here for her. It’s crazy how at first my life meant nothing, now it has a meaning to it and I just want to keep her safe “we about to take off now” the flight attendant said smiling at me “thank you” I mumbled, I don’t even want to leave for Europe “you looking really sad right now” Blake said, I guess it is that noticeable “what can I say, your sister means a lot to me” I openly admitted “I see that now, I didn’t think any man would put up with her. She is a hard ass after everything she has been through, as a brother I had to protect her. Shit, I did time for her. When I heard Chris Brown was messing with my sister I was straight up not having it, famous niggas have a reputation in having loads of bitches. I didn’t want that for her, she is sensitive” nodding my head understanding “I honestly understand what you mean, I wouldn’t want my daughter being with someone famous. They fucked up and I respect for you looking after Rylee, we all good now though” getting to know Blake has been a blessing, he good people.

The new bodyguards seem a little quiet or maybe they nervous “Parker right?” I asked, he looked at me “yeah” they are very quiet “shit is about to be a ride for you both, are you both shy or some shit?” they both shook their head laughing “just Joe said you ain’t in the mood so we stayed quiet, we can have fun but our job is to protect” looking at Blake as he laughed “this is my future brother in law, he wants to do security. Look after him but I don’t want him in font line, just help him out” Parker looked at Blake “looks like a man that holds a gun” Blake busted out laughing “how did you know? I am joking, just trying to live a good life now. Ayo, Chris you got some good pussy on tour? I am trying to get me a girl” sitting back in my seat laughing “you know me, I got a few dancers. They good and very pretty but don’t be dicking them all, you need to pick one” Blake seems like me, I would dick them all but I have Rylee now.

Clearing my throat “I don’t want you to ever put yourself out there, with the fans. They just want to see me, the best way is to just tell them no. At times, I do have pictures with them but I can at most times handle them, it’s just the niggas that hate me. I still have those haters, you just gotta let one of the boys know if you see anything, don’t do anything. If you hurt someone they going to come down on me, not you. I employed someone that had no training, they will say I hired a gang member” Blake laughed “yo, they will for real think I am a gang member. I got you, and also Rylee will kill me. She gave me orders and told me not to have sex with no dancer but, why not. They cute” Rylee would do that, scolding people “you really want to hear Rylee’ headache? You got to be good, she doesn’t stop and that includes eating” I laughed saying.

Touching my stomach smiling, Chris is just so damn cute about everything but I had to make a stop at Wendy’s I really needed some chicken. I can’t stop eating but now I shall make my way to my family’s home, they don’t even know I am coming home so this is a surprise “how long you thinking of staying?” Carlos asked me “erm, a few days. I mean you both can go home, I do not mind at all” Carlos looked at Joe shaking his head “we staying, you tasted Rylee’ mom cooking? That shit is beautiful” Joe said “who said you both staying at my family home huh?” Joe already making himself comfy “erm I told Chris, I want to stay there. Your home is good, your dad is dope as fuck. He be giving me all this knowledge about shit so yeah I am staying” look at these wanting to stay at the home “you lucky we have the space but of course you can stay” I cannot wait to surprise my family, the biggest surprise is the baby.

The bitch that lives next door stared at me as I knocked on my front door, she can stare all she wants because I don’t mind beating her ass again if she wants it “you want me to get your suitcase?” Carlos asked me, shaking my head “who is it!?” Kyrie shouted “it’s me Rylee, open the damn door” pushing the door open but it’s locked “wait, I need to get a chair” furrowing my eyebrows “get dad to unlock it” it must be bolted at the top, shaking my head turning around “everything good?” Joe asked “yeah, just the door locked so just waiting. You know, you don’t need to worry because I won’t do anything I shouldn’t” I know Joe didn’t want to look after me “it’s not you, it’s the people that come to you. I got you though” hearing the bolt being unlocked, turning around “one minute” Kyrie shouted, who locked this door “Rylee!!” Kyrie shouted dragging the door open “you look happy to see me” he jumped on me “I can’t be picking you up, you’re too big” placing my hand on his back “where is mom and dad?” seems really quiet here “I am home alone” not that shit again “seriously!?” I done told them off about that.

I don’t like Kyrie being home alone “who locked the door then? That was really bolted down” the front door closed “me, dad stood outside and told me to do it. They will be back Rylee, I was playing in my room” looking at my watch “school?” Kyrie stared at me wide eyed “look at this Rylee” Kyrie changed the subject grabbing my hand dragging me along “look!” he pointed, seeing the picture next to my graduation “they added Chris, aww. That is so sweet but that doesn’t change that you are not at school” glaring at him “I am not well” he faked a cough “do not lie to me, why? Seriously tell me why? I said for you to do good in school and you can come to LA, but you’re not” shaking my head, turning to Joe and Carlos “just make yourself at home” Kyrie hugged my waist again “I missed you Rylee” this boy annoys me on the phone and now he can’t stop holding me “I miss you too Kyrie, you better go school tomorrow” I am home now so he will have too.

Looking over at Kyrie, he is annoying Joe now. I wonder where they went that they don’t take Kyrie, I mean I know they don’t like taking Kyrie to the hospital appointments “Kyrie!? Why is there a random car outside and the door unlocked” Kyrie jumped off Joe “Rylee is here mom, look” getting up from the couch “really? What a surprise” my mom came from around the corner, she is looking more frail but I will overlook that “I thought you was touring with Chris” hugging my mom close “I was dad but I came home, I missed my family” I needed this hug, cannot beat a hug from my mother “oh Rylee, I am so glad you are home” my mom said, moving back from the hug “where is Chris?” my dad asked “you know where dad, he is touring” I said smiling at him hugging my dad close “oh yeah, how long can we keep you?” my dad said “a few days dad” I want to tell them now.

Remembering the fact they left Kyrie alone “so why was Kyrie alone and not in school?” they forget about this poor boy “he said he was not well and I had hospital” my eyes bulged out “when I said I was ill you dragged me to school! That is wrong dad and stop leaving him alone, tomorrow he goes school. Stop being soft and forgetting him, I understand there is a lot of stress with everything but he needs the love from you both” my dad’ one track mind forgets Kyrie when my mom is not well or in pain “well your mom needed me” I knew that “but still, mom you know it is wrong” my mom glared at my dad “I know Rylee, just a few days ago I have been in pain and I am sorry, I was thinking of me” now I feel bad, I feel bad about all this and that I am not helping.

I sent Chris a text an hour ago but he hasn’t replied, maybe he fell asleep so I text Blake just now to ask because I get worried and I shouldn’t. My phone pinged, quickly looking at my screen seeing that Chris has text me. He must have fell asleep and Blake woke him, I shouldn’t have done that now. Unlocking my phone to read the text.

From: Chris

To: Rylee

Yeah we can facetime and my bad I fell asleep

“Shit” I said aloud “what?” my mom said, looking up from my phone “nothing” I have the scan picture in my pocket, so let me do this. I am going to facetime Chris so we can do it kind of together, tapping on the facetime icon “Rylee can you help me with my homework?” Kyrie asked “I don’t get this” he held up his book “is it Math?” he nodded “I will help you, I just need to do this” the facetime connected “do not say anything stupid” I said before Chris did “I wasn’t going too, I ain’t stupid” Chris smiled at the camera “Chris, can I see him!!” Kyrie shouted running “is that my young G Kyrie?” Chris said “could be the grown Kyrie” I grinned “you’re not funny” Chris spat in annoyance, Kyrie moved my hand to himself “look at you, you gotta fresh trim ? Look who I got with me” Chris turned the camera “what’s good little bro” Kyrie’ eyes lit up “Blake!! What? Why am I not there?” Blake chuckled “I ain’t a young nigga anymore, I’ll turn up for you little bro” Kyrie ran off “Kyrie! Seriously” I shouted “why he crying?” shaking my head “I will deal with him later” Chris came back on the camera.

Getting up from the couch “I may get disconnected but I will call you back later, where about are you anyways?” Chris looked away “erm, somewhere over the ocean. I am about bored, besides Blake telling me who he finna bone” Chris laughed “don’t start that shit” standing in front of my parents “do I get to see him” my mom got her hand out, turning the phone to them. My mom put her glasses on “hey family, sorry I can’t be there just busy” my dad looked on in amazement “technology is amazing, you looking well Chris” my dad said “yes you do Chris, we miss you here” my mom waved, she is so simple “anyways!” holding the phone in my one hand facing my mom and dad “I have something to say” my parents are still looking at Chris “over here please” they both looked at me, biting my bottom lip smiling “I am so excited” I got butterflies right now “I owe mom an apology” I said in a whisper, my mom’ face softened and she knew instantly.

She placed her hand over her mouth “oh my god!” she yelped, pulling the scan out from my back pocket “you both about to be grandparents!” my mom is already crying, my dad looked at my mom “I am pregnant” holding the scan up, my dad jumped up from the couch and grabbed the scan “oh god, oh my god. It’s real, oh god Rose. We really are” my dad’ voice broke “we are about to be grandparents Rose” he said wiping his face “my baby is having a baby, is this real?” my dad said looking at me, nodding my head smiling. My dad held me “thank you, thank you god. I am so happy” my mom placed her arms around me “god answered our prayers for our daughter Harvey” they got me crying now.

My mom and dad can’t stop staring at the scan “I told you, I said you would be saying sorry Rylee. How many weeks?” looking up from my phone “eight weeks, I thought you of you when I found out. I am over the moon mom, I thought I couldn’t get pregnant and then this. I can’t wait for he or she to meet the family” it’s going to be one spoilt child “we need to make a room for the baby, you need to visit us. I feel we are so far from you” I got Chris being dramatic, I don’t need my dad too “you’re not far, I will always come and see you both and you are most welcome to stay” my dad looks in awe already “my grandchild, wait till I tell your grandma. She already wants to see you Rylee, let me tell them now. But Rose, I think we live too far away from Rylee. I want to move” he got up from the couch “Harvey stop it, we can’t move to LA” my dad is dramatic like Chris, this is why they get along “Rose listen to me, we will never see the baby” he walked out of the room “why is he like this?” I said to my mom “I learn to listen and do not digest” giggling at my mom “I do the same with Chris, I learnt from you” she is a clever woman my mom.

My phone buzzed, turning the phone around seeing Chris had posted on Instagram. He finally got signal then, unlocking my phone and tapping on the notification “come here Kyrie, let’s talk” patting the couch, I forgot to actually see him after crying like that. The post loaded finally, seeing the video he posted “oh god, I look terrible on that bed. I hate him” I said to myself, seeing the paragraph he wrote ‘God is giving me a second chance to be a dad and with a woman that will allow me to be just that, Rylee and I are expecting a baby breezy (It’s a boy, I predict it) I cannot put it into words how I feel right now but I am over the moon, I am so excited to know I am being a father again. Royalty about to be a big sister and I can’t wait for her to know this, I owe my happiness to Rylee she is my rock. The only thing that matters to me is Rylee, Royalty and Peanut so yeah, I am celebrating tomorrow night in Amsterdam! See you soon Royalty’ look at my baby, he is so cute. Leaving a comment under the picture ‘Cannot wait to meet our baby, it’s your year Chris and I am proud of you x’ pressing send “what is it Rylee” Kyrie said, I actually forgot to speak to him.

Let me post on my Instagram now “why did you cry earlier? Talk to me” I think I will put on the picture of Chris pulling that stupid face with the scan picture “because I want to be with you, I don’t like it here. I have nothing” Kyrie being dramatic “you do, don’t lie to me. You have friends here and football, I know you want to be where the grown folk are but you can’t be” he is just spoilt, let me caption this picture ‘I want our baby to be just as goofy as you and Royalty, I always said this and I mean it. I want he or she to have your ears, I couldn’t have asked for a better baby daddy’ smiling at the caption pressing send “I just got sad, I can be sad if I want to be” side eyeing Kyrie “ok, you can be but I wanted to tell you some good news. I am having a baby” Kyrie pulled a face “why?” he questioned “because I wanted a baby, that means you about to be an uncle so grow up” a smile played on his face “I can’t babysit Rylee, I am busy” letting out an oh “but you said you have no friends here, are you lying to me now” why are boys like this just because they don’t get their own way, this is why I pray I have a daughter as my first child.

#Chrianna #Chrianna FF #Fanfiction

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Private Security-Chapter 8

Linnea’s POV

I was frustrated.

Nothing felt right since coming home.

Matthias had assigned Ben as my personal security. Ugh…Ben.

When I woke up in the hospital with him at my side, his first words were, ‘About fucking time’, just before giving me a big, toothy smile. Ben was a short, stocky, bull of a guy. He was a bit brash, but was really funny and quite charming. He busted my balls, not unlike a big brother would; and we became fast friends. He loved comic books, Irish whiskey, and using the word ‘fuck’ as often as possible. He made me laugh; and despite the fact that he was a giant goofball, I felt comfortable with him.

Ben was a good man. But he wasn’t the man I wanted.

He wasn’t Matthias.

It drove me crazy knowing that, due to the heavy security presence, not to mention the cameras in the house and on the property, Matthias could probably see me all the time…but I couldn’t see him. I often wondered, ‘Is he watching me right now?’, ‘Does he miss me?’, ‘Does he care that I miss him?’

I went about my business the best I could, considering that it felt like my heart was breaking. I read a lot; and Ben and I sat around and watched movies-usually involving lots of explosions and women in tight clothing. If Ben had a movie preference, I would describe it as ‘the more shit that gets blown up, the better it is’. I wondered if he and Matthias ever talked about movies. Would probably be a very interesting conversation…

The only times I left the house were for my two follow-up appointments at the hospital. The first was a couple days after I had gotten home. They did some scans just to make sure that there still wasn’t any swelling or bleeding in my brain. Everything was clear. The second appointment was about 5 days later. I finally got those damn stitches removed. As they healed, they had gotten more and more irritating. Ben was constantly giving me shit about my complaining, but I think he secretly felt bad for me…even though he never let me feel bad for myself.

When Ben and I returned from my second appointment, he made sure to get me settled inside, and then said he had to run out for a moment. I didn’t ask where. Instead, I went up to my bedroom to change into some lounge pants and an old tank top, completely set on the idea of a nap. As I chanced a look out the bedroom window, I saw Ben outside…talking to Matthias. Ben was laughing and making lots of big gestures while Matthias just stood stoically with his arms crossed over his chest. At one point, Ben gestured towards Matthias’ side and seemed to ask a question. Matthias gingerly rubbed an area just below his armpit and nodded in response. As comforting as it was to see him, I was also concerned. He looked…sad. I tried to not dwell on it for too long. That wasn’t good for me. I needed to move on; and peering at him like a stalker from my window was not going to help me do that. Instead of a nap, I made my way downstairs, grabbed the remote, and opened up Netflix. A little distraction was just what I needed.

Ben came back in and plopped down on the couch next to me.

“Ok, fuckface, what are we watching this afternoon? If you make me watch another chick flick, I’m going to put you in a sleeper hold.”

“Shut it, Benjamin. You’ll watch what I pick and you’ll like it.”

Then, as casually as I could, I asked the question.

“So, what was all that about outside?”

“Oh, that? Yeah, fucker is getting his stiches out in a couple days. Was just asking how things were healing up. Stupid asshole just had to go and get himself fucking stabbed.”

My heart dropped to my stomach.

“What! Stabbed? When the hell did that happen?”

Ben looked at me as if I had grown three heads.

“When? It happened when you guys were attacked last week. You seriously didn’t know?”

No. I didn’t know. And it made me fucking furious that he’d gotten seriously hurt and hadn’t told me. I remembered the blood running down his arm, but in my state of shock after the incident, I never knew what had happened. Stabbed! How could he keep that from me? He may not have shared the feelings for me that I had for him, but he could have at least told me how badly he had been hurt. Maybe he didn’t tell me because he blamed me for it? That thought made me unbearably sad. In that moment, I wanted nothing more than to talk to him, to hug him, to thank him for saving me…to know that he was alright. But, somehow, I knew that wasn’t what he wanted.

As I felt my heart breaking all over again, Ben chose ‘The Expendables’ from the online menu. I think he probably knew that something was up when I didn’t protest his decision, but I didn’t have the heart or the energy to fight with him in that moment. I wanted one thing. Only one. I wanted, no…needed, to talk to Matthias.

Little did I know, I’d get my chance a few days later.

**********

I couldn’t sleep and had risen early to head down into the basement for an early morning run. Dad had several pieces of workout equipment; and while I suspected that they were used very sparsely in my absence, I was happy to have them there. Over the years, I’d managed to talk him into a treadmill, some free weights, and a punching bag.

Since that day at the park, I’d been having trouble at night. The nightmares weren’t too bad, but I couldn’t stay asleep for more than a few hours at a time. I’d taken to getting up early and doing 3 or 4 miles on the treadmill before making my morning coffee. This particular morning, my headphones were already blaring when I made my way down the steps. If I’d waited another minute to crank my workout mix, I probably would have heard the dull thud of the heavy bag being battered on the other side of the door.

Instead, I just walked right in, not at all prepared for what I saw.

Matthias was here.

He was here and he was working out.

He was here and he was working out and he was shirtless.

His smooth, tan, naked expanse of back was sweaty from exertion and the muscles in his arms tensed and released with each strike as he gracefully circled the bag swinging from the ceiling. His feet moved the entire time and he kept his hands in a ready position, even when he wasn’t actively punching. I figured that this defensive stance had been ingrained deeply through the years of extensive training. There was a square of gauze secured by tape on his right side, just below his armpit and slightly towards the back-evidence of the wound that had been inflicted protecting me. In a way, it almost felt as if he now had a piece of me on his body forever. Instead of feeling guilty about it, for the first time…I felt almost glad. Not glad that he had been hurt, but glad that I had marked him like he had marked me. No matter what, I’d always be with him…even if it was only on his body instead of in his heart. He was so beautiful.

He didn’t notice me right away.

When he finally did, he dropped his hands to his sides and just stopped, as if someone had hit an invisible ‘pause’ button. Neither of us said a word; we just stared, drinking each other in.

He was the first to move. He walked towards me cautiously. I pulled my earbuds out and waited with the most delicious anticipation for what would happen next. I wanted to run to him. I wanted to jump into his arms and tell him how grateful I was that he was still here with me. I wanted to hear him say that he cared about me, that losing me almost killed him, that he was mine and mine alone.

Instead, I stood and waited.

For a moment, I thought that he was going to walk out and not say anything. But just before reaching to open the door and leave, he turned to me.

It was as if it happened in slow motion. His left hand came up and grasped my chin gently. I still had a small bandage on my temple, but the cut from the car window had closed and was beginning to fade. Likewise, the bruise, which had been a dark blackish-purple color upon my arrival home, had now faded into soft greens and yellows. He tilted my head to the side and he brought his right hand up to tenderly stroke the bandage. His hands were still wrapped, and the contrast between his soft skin and the scratch of the tape was intoxicating. I wanted those hands everywhere.

For the first time since coming home, I felt truly safe.

I reached tentatively to touch the dressing on his side, but he stepped even closer to me and moved his left hand from my chin to cradle the uninjured side of my face. Now he held me captive, hands on either side of my head, thumbs caressing my cheeks, and his hurricane blue eyes looking directly into mine. This was our moment. This was the moment that we didn’t get to have when we went hiking. I smiled at him and tried to let my emotions shine from my eyes that were now locked with his.

“Nea…I’m sorry.”

His hands fell back to his sides, and he dropped my gaze and left the room without another word.

I felt like the air had been knocked from my lungs. ‘I’m sorry’. That’s it? After literally sharing a near death experience with him, after almost kissing him, after trusting him with my life…I get, ‘I’m sorry.”

I stood there for a moment in complete silence.

I didn’t run that morning. I went back upstairs where I crawled into bed and cried myself to sleep.

That had been almost a week ago.

**********

My birthday was tomorrow. Despite my protests, my dad had arranged for us to go out to a fancy dinner. I was hesitant for us to go anywhere together considering what had happened the last time I went out on an excursion. However, my dad convinced me that the entire protection team would be there and that the place had already been checked and secured earlier in the week.

It was a new restaurant owned by the daughter of one of his work colleagues. Located in an older part of town, the decorators had imported stained glass from old churches and pubs that had closed down over the years. Dad had shown me some snapshots of a few of the rooms, and it was a really beautiful space. The dining rooms looked warm and inviting, and the stained glass was breathtaking. They hadn’t gone with a particular color scheme, so each window was different. The place hadn’t officially opened for business yet; but my father, being the negotiator he was, got the owner to open up specially for us tomorrow night. I think he told her that it would be a good ‘test run’. I didn’t love it when he used his government position to get special treatment, but I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that it made me feel better knowing that we would be the only ones there.

Dad had informed me that we would be getting all ‘dolled up’ for our date. Luckily, I had just the dress hanging in my closet.

It was a green lace dress that was fairly modest in the front, but completely backless. It wasn’t tight, but it certainly hugged my curves in all the right places. I bought it on a whim last year and had never worn it out. In essence, it was the perfect birthday dress. I had a gorgeous pair of strappy black heels to pair with it. Now that my cut had almost healed and my bruises were light enough to be covered with concealer, I felt like myself again. Healing on the outside had helped me begin to heal on the inside. I no longer immediately thought of the attack every time I looked in the mirror. It was good. Things were finally getting back on track and moving in a good direction.

I hadn’t seen Matthias again since that morning in the gym. And it was for the best. I now knew that none of my feelings were reciprocated. Just like my face and soul were healing, I felt that my heart was healing too.

**********

The morning of my birthday, I happily scurried downstairs to make myself some coffee and breakfast. It was early and the house was quiet.

On the counter was a small package wrapped in brown paper with a simple bow and three bunches of colorful flowers tucked into the ribbon. It was absolutely beautiful. Just my style.

I had told my dad “no gifts” this year. With everything that had happened in the 2 weeks since coming home, all I wanted was a simple day with the most wonderful man in the world. Any other gifts were unnecessary, in my opinion. He had reluctantly agreed; and so far, he had kept his promise. Until this morning.

I exhaled over-dramatically and said to myself, “Ugh, dad! What part of ‘no gifts’ was confusing?”

I was tempted to leave the gift there in some girlish act of defiance, but it was such a sweet little gesture that I just had to open it. As I peeled back the paper, I discovered a stack of DVDs.

“Awww, dad, you shouldn’t have,” I quietly whispered to myself.

Looking through the stack, I realized that I hadn’t seen any of them. They were all old classics. ‘Swing Time’, ‘Shall We Dance’, “The Gay Divorcee’…and…‘Top Hat’.

These weren’t from my dad.

Looking more carefully at the covers, there it was. ‘Starring Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers’, ‘Starring Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers’, ‘Starring Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers’, ‘Starring Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers’…

The heart, that I thought had started to forget, was immediately filled with the longing that I had been trying so hard to ignore.

There was a security camera in the kitchen. Locking my eyes with the lens, I stared straight into in and mouthed a silent, “Thank you.”

I didn’t know if he was watching, but I hoped with every ounce of my being that he was. Everyone gets a birthday wish, right?

**********

That night as I got ready, anticipation sat heavily in my stomach. He had bought me a present. He had given me Fred and Ginger. While it could have been just a friendly gesture, my gut told me it was more than that. It meant that he was still thinking about me…

I made sure that every curl was in place and my makeup was perfect. Knowing that he would be there tonight was all I could think about.

At 8 o’clock sharp, I descended the stairs to meet Ben. We had decided that, for security purposes, my dad and I would arrive separately. Matthias would be bringing him to the restaurant right from work.

For the first time since meeting me, Ben didn’t make a smartass comment. He actually smiled. When I got close enough, he took my right hand in his and brought it to his lips, kissing my knuckles sweetly.

“Happy Birthday, Linnea. You look gorgeous.”

“Why, Benjamin, that was incredibly gentlemanly of you. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, fuckface. Ready to go?”

I laughed out loud as he extended his elbow for me. I linked our arms and we walked outside to the car waiting in the driveway. He opened up the rear door on the driver’s side, and I slid in gracefully. I was bound and determined to stay poised and totally in control of this night.

Ben made his usual small talk as we drove. It was about a 20-minute ride from the house to the restaurant; and as usual, he kept me smiling the entire time. I really was thankful for his presence and his energy. I had resented him at first because of who he wasn’t. Now, I was so thankful for who he was.

The front of the restaurant was beautiful. While all of the windows and carpentry out front were brand new, everything had been treated to have an old, rustic look. No signs were up yet, but it was very obvious that it would look wonderful once all the pieces were in place. Ben pulled into an alleyway between the restaurant and the neighboring building. Through the dark windows of the car, I could see two more security guys standing on watch. Dad really did have the place covered.

Ben parked and quickly hopped out of the car to escort me upstairs. Again, I marveled at how sweet he could be when he wanted to. As we reached the second-floor side entrance, he leaned over to give me a soft peck on the cheek.

“Have a good night, asshole,” he said with a sweet smile.

“Thanks, bitch,” I replied, with my own smirk.

I pushed open the door and was met with an enchanting sight. In the middle of a small, private dining room stood my dad. He was wearing a tuxedo and holding a bouquet of pink and white camellias.

The soft glow of the candles on the table was only enhanced by the stunning stained glass windows all around the space. There was a small bar on one side, behind which was a kitchen. The tantalizing smells wafting through the room meant that dinner was already in the works. Aromas of garlic and rosemary swirled around me, making me acutely aware that I hadn’t eaten anything since breakfast.

“Hi, honey. God, you look so beautiful. So grown up. I have to say, I know it’s only officially been a few hours, but 25 suits you.”

“Thanks, dad. And what about you? I knew that tonight was a formal occasion…but a tux? You outdid yourself, you handsome devil.”

“Anything for my girl. Now come on, sit down, have a glass of wine, and tell me about your day.”

He wrapped an arm around my shoulders and guided me towards our table. He set the flowers down next to my seat; and like the true gentleman he was, he pulled my chair out for me. He allowed me to sit, and gave me a kiss on the top of the head before taking his own seat.

I was feeling comfortable. My dad was here, we were in a beautiful restaurant for dinner, and I had officially gone five whole minutes without thinking of Matthias.

Then, as if on cue…I saw him.

He stood, shrouded in partial darkness, against one of the walls with a hand in his pocket. He was wearing what looked to be a dark gray suit jacket, white shirt, and some sort of dark printed tie. He looked good. He looked damn good. And then I saw them: suspenders. That bastard was wearing suspenders. For my money, there was nothing sexier in the world than a man who could wear them well. And dammit, he was certainly a man that could. His broad chest and thick waist made those suspenders my new favorite fantasy. Fate, it seemed, was a very cruel mistress.

He was looking at me. In that moment, I was so glad that I hadn’t seen him when I walked in. I would never have been able to keep my cool or even stay on my feet if I had noticed him before now. He obviously hadn’t shaved in a while and the stubble adorning his face made him look even sexier than usual, if that was even possible.

As if the night hadn’t already taken a sharp turn, he stared right into my eyes. His stormy blue orbs raked the length of my body and I felt totally exposed under his sultry gaze.

‘No, Nea. Don’t do this to yourself.’

Luckily, my dad was there to bring me back to present.

Matthias was not the guy from the hike. He was not the guy who told me about loving Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers. He was not the guy who almost kissed me on the hilltop. He was not the guy who held my hand in the ambulance for the whole ride to the hospital. He was just some security guy who worked for my dad. Nothing more.

I broke his gaze and turned all of my attention to my dad. He had picked a succulent wine for us to sip while waiting for our food and I almost moaned out loud after the first taste. This was what a birthday should be. Good company, good wine, and a bit of conversation.

“So, sweetheart, I know that you said ‘no presents’”, my dad said while pulling a small box out of his pocket, “but I saw this a couple months ago and had to get it for you. I was going to send it to you this summer, but I’m so happy that I get to give it to you in person. I hope you like it.”

Inside, was a delicate silver chain with a tiny aquamarine stone. It was so beautiful.

“Dad, I don’t even know what to say! It’s absolutely perfect! I love it.”

“The aquamarine signifies wisdom. It also means that you are courageous and have a fighting spirit. I couldn’t imagine a more perfect stone for you. I know that I’ve told you this before, but I am prouder of you than my words could ever describe. I wish your mother was here with us to see what an amazing woman you’ve become…what an amazing woman you’ve been for some time. Two weeks ago, when you came home and I almost lost you…I just…it made me afraid on so many levels. My main concern, of course, was the thought of losing my daughter. But underneath that, was the fear of the world losing you. You have so many gifts to give and so much talent and love and bravery. When I used to go to your parent teacher conferences, I never cared about your grades. You are smart enough and resourceful enough that I knew you’d always do well academically. No. What made me proud was when the teachers told me how good you were-how nice you were to all the other kids. You never excluded anyone. You were a kind soul, even at such a young age. That is your gift. Your heart is what you bring to the world. And I can’t wait to sit back and watch.”

I didn’t have the words to thank him. How do you respond to something like that?

I rose from my chair and walked to his side of the table. He stood and met me with open arms. For several minutes, we stood and held each other.

Before he released me, I whispered in his ear, “You. It’s you. All I ever wanted was to be you.”

Footsteps coming from the direction of the kitchen brought us out of our moment. Lydia, the owner, smiled warmly and walked towards us with two impeccably perfect looking plates of food. As dad and I reclaimed our seats, she began to describe our dishes.

“Good evening, you two. We’re so glad to have you with us tonight. This evening’s meal is grilled rosemary pork chops, roasted garlic gorgonzola mashed potatoes, and herbed mushrooms in a white wine sauce. I hope that everything is to your liking. My staff and I will be downstairs if you need anything at all. As you requested, we also prepared a plate for each member of your security team. Please enjoy.”

With a sincere smile and a final nod, she walked past the bar and through a door leading to the main dining area downstairs.

“Oh, my God, dad. This literally may be the greatest thing I’ve ever seen,” I said, staring at my plate.

He gave me a wink, before picking up his fork. “Happy Birthday, Nea. Dig in, sweetheart.”

I gave him a big, bright grin. And just before trying my first bite, I quietly added, “Thanks for feeding the guys. Ben will be talking about this for months.”

“It was the least I could do. They work around the clock. Couldn’t have asked for a better team.” At this, he turned just in time to see Matthias stealthily slipping into the small kitchen area behind the bar holding his plate. “Enjoy your dinner, son,” he said warmly. Just before disappearing out of sight, Matthias’ gaze locked with mine again. His look was soft and intense, not unlike the one he had given me on the hilltop the day we went hiking. The look he had given me just before our almost kiss.

‘Nea…don’t.’

Dad and I made casual conversation as we ate. The food was mouth-wateringly good. The pork chops were tender and flavorful and the white wine sauce on the mushrooms was insane. However, the mashed potatoes were the best. Gorgonzola cheese was one of my favorite things in the world. I wondered, momentarily, if dad had relayed that information ahead of time, or if this was just some happy coincidence. Either way, I knew that I would be requesting these…a lot. I know that I said I was against my dad requesting special favors; but these mashed potatoes were worth the potential scandal.

As we were finishing the main course, dad’s phone started to ring. He looked at it before shooting me the look and standing up from his chair. I knew it well. That look meant, ‘I’m going to answer this and I know you’ll hate it, but I’ll keep it as quick as possible’.

Upon hearing the chair being pushed away from the table, Matthias materialized from behind the bar, apparently intent upon following my dad.

“Nea, I need to get this, honey. Sit, enjoy your wine, and keep Matthias company. Decide what we’re having for dessert! I’ll be right back.”

Matthias moved to trail him out the door.

“No. Son, you stay here. Ben is right over at the top of the stairs. I’ll grab him on my way out and take him with me. You stay and entertain my beautiful birthday girl.”

Matthias just watched my father walk out. He glanced back at me before looking away and lowering his gaze.

Fine then.

I grabbed my wine glass and rose from my seat. I’d been admiring the stunning windows in this room since we were seated at the table. This was my chance to get a closer look.

There was one that caught my eye. It was a beautiful tree with layer upon layer of color. Browns, golds, blues, and reds bled into one another and swirled around the delicate branches. The center seemed to glow as if the setting sun had been captured just as it had dipped below the horizon. The panels of glass seemed to flow into one another, almost as if it were a watercolor painting instead of a window.

I didn’t even hear him come up behind me.

“That one’s my favorite too.”

They were the first words he’d said to me since ‘I’m sorry’. As much as I hated it, his voice sent a shiver down my spine.

Without turning to face him, I sadly replied, “Yes, it’s really beautiful. My dad picked a good spot for tonight.”

I was trying to hold myself together. I could hear my voice cracking with emotion, and I knew he could too. But I couldn’t go down this road with him again. It hurt too much.

“Nea”, he said softly. “Nea, please look at me,” he pleaded.

“No.”

“No?”

“Matthias, I…I can’t.”

Instead of asking again, he stepped in front of me and looked me right in the eyes.

I could feel my walls crumbling, but I refused to give in. I was strong. I knew what I wanted and what I deserved. The look in his blue eyes was killing me, but I kept my head held high and bravely met his stare.

“Even when furious at me, you’re still so beautiful,” he said, shaking his head. “The way your dad talks about you is amazing. He’s so lucky to have you in his life.”

That did it.

“Stop!” I yelled, as I put both hands on his chest and shoved him back. “Stop pushing me away and then saying bullshit things like that! Stop avoiding me for days and then leaving me presents! You can’t do this to me! Do you know how hard these last two weeks have been? Do you have any idea? I felt safe with you. I feel safe with you. You saved my life and you don’t seem to care. I had to hear from Ben that you got stabbed. BEN! You weren’t even with me at the hospital when I woke up. You were everything I needed, and then you just left me. I have never wanted anything in my life the way that I want you and it’s KILLING me that you don’t feel the same!”

He stepped back towards me and reached for my hand. I pulled back and stood with both arms at my sides, resolutely waiting for his response with my chin held high. He took a deep breath before looking right into my eyes.

“Nea, do you think this has been easy for me? I was supposed to keep you safe. I was supposed to take care of you. But I couldn’t. You ended up in the hospital with bruises and stitches! That fucking destroyed me! I sat by your bed as long as I could. Leaving that hospital room was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. My heart shattered. You are amazing. You are so fucking amazing. You are smart and kind and selfless. You care about everyone around you. Do you know how hard it’s been getting briefings from Ben every day? Knowing that he gets to be near you all the time and I don’t! Seeing you tonight in that dress is torture because you are the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen. But that’s not why I want you. After only 48 hours with you, I told you about Top Hat. Do you know how many people know that about me? None. Zero! I absolutely cannot lose someone else that I care about. And I hate feeling like this because I know that no matter how much I care, I will never be able to keep you completely safe. I NEED you, goddamit!”

And there it was.

Our admissions hung in the air around us. I felt breathless and shaky. I needed something to anchor me back to the Earth.

“Fuck it. I can’t do this anymore.”

Before I could ask what ‘this’ meant, there was a hand at the small of my back and one tangled in my hair. He pulled me to him and crashed his lips against mine.

This was no ‘getting-to-know-you’ kiss. It was fire and longing and two people who couldn’t deny what was between them any longer. There was no build-up. I immediately opened to his searching tongue and met it with my own. He angled his head and pulled me even closer, if that was possible. I could feel the long, hard lines of his body pressed against the curves of my own. One of my hands went to the back of his neck, just to make sure that, this time, he wasn’t going anywhere. I could hear a growl come from his throat and the hand at my waist traveled up to the span of bare back exposed by my dress. His warm hand on my skin forced a purr from my own mouth. The initial intensity of the kiss faded and we stood wrapped in each other by the glow of that ethereal window. His kisses were drugging and sinful. His skilled tongue and soft lips twisted and wrapped around my own. With one last suck to my bottom lip, he released my mouth and pulled away. He did not, however, let me go. His hand remained on the exposed skin of my back and the other hand traveled to the side of my face, those strong fingers almost unconsciously caressing the spot where my stitches had been.

For the second time tonight, I was at a loss for words. I’m not sure that words had been invented yet for the feelings that were surging through my body. I needed just a second to collect my thoughts and figure out my next move. I gently moved out of his embrace and walked over to the table where I had left my phone. Picking it up, I fired off a quick text before setting it back down. Matthias didn’t say a word, he just watched me intently.

“Who are you texting?”

“Ben. I want to know how much longer my father will be on his call.”

“And…?”

As if on cue, my phone vibrated with an incoming message. I checked it quickly before setting the phone back on the table.

“He said about 3 or 4 minutes. Matthias, I…”

“No. Not now. We can save that conversation for later. Right now, I just need you to come back over here. Your dad will be back soon, and I really want to do that again.”

My heart leapt and I felt a lightness in my step that hadn’t been there in weeks. I walked towards him with purpose. I wanted his hands back on my body and his mouth on mine. I reached him and placed both hands on his chest, each one grabbing a handful of suspender. I dragged him towards me slowly and licked my lips.

“Like the suspenders, do you?”

“Oh…you have no idea…”

Our lips were just about to touch when it happened.

Loud pops and the sounds of shattering glass pierced the silence; and instead of pulling me into his arms, Matthias pushed me to the ground.

Gunshots. They were gunshots.

Matthias grabbed his radio and immediately began barking orders.

“Agents 3, 4, 5, and 6, assess situation and sweep the perimeter! Make sure that both cars have a clear alley exit. Detain assailants if possible. I’m with Linnea. I’ll be taking her out the side entrance and down to vehicle 2. Ben is with her dad. They are closest to the back exit. Ben, get him out and into vehicle 1. Team, go NOW!”

I was trembling with fear.

“Nea! Nea, listen to me! I am going to get you out of here. Behind the bar and through the kitchen is an exit. It leads down to the side alley that Ben parked you guys in when you got here. I have two agents down there now clearing it so that we can leave safely. Stay low and get there. I will be behind you until we are in the kitchen. Then I need you to get behind me as we leave. We’re going to be ok.”

I didn’t ask questions. Instead, I pulled him to me and kissed him hard. After all it took to get us here, I knew we would be ok. I knew he would get us out. I just…knew.

He nodded to me before yelling, “Go!”

I crawled across the hardwood floor towards the bar. I stayed low just like Matthias had told me to. I didn’t look behind me, but I could hear him. Every now and then, he’d ask for a status update or yell at one of his guys to move to another location. Now I was really seeing why he was hired for this job. He was good. He was very good.

As I reached the kitchen, I pushed myself up to my feet. Matthias was right there. One arm went around my shoulders; and even though he didn’t say anything to me, he gave me a quick squeeze, just to let me know that I had done well.

As we got to the exit, he stepped in front of me, shielding me from whatever may be waiting on the other side of the door.

“Nea, we’re going to move quickly. When we get to the bottom of the stairs, get into the car as fast as you can. Get to the lowest point you can in the vehicle and don’t raise your head until I give you the ‘all clear’. Got it?”

All I could do was nod.

Drawing his sidearm from its holster, he barked another update to his team. “This is Agent 1. Exiting building now. In 3-2-1…”

The door swung open. I could hear shots, but none of them were coming from the alley below.

The next few seconds happened so quickly. Looking back, I don’t even remember going down the stairs and getting into the car. It was surreal, as if it was happening to someone else. Following his instructions, I got down as low as I could and curled up on the floor in the backseat. The driver’s side door slammed and Matthias quickly started the vehicle and pulled onto the street. I had my hands over my ears to drown out the sounds of the continuing gunfire. Tears of fear and relief flowed freely from my eyes. Fear for my dad, Matthias, Ben, and the rest of the team…not to mention Lydia and her staff who had been so wonderful to us tonight. Relief that Matthias had kept his promise. We were out and we were ok.

I could hear the muffled sounds of him on his phone communicating with the rest of the team, but I couldn’t focus enough to hear any of the conversation. After what could have been hours, but was, in reality, probably only ten or fifteen minutes, I felt Matthias reach into the backseat and tap me on the hip. I knew this was the ‘all clear’.

I sat up and leaned forward so that my head was between the two front seats. I needed to see him and be close to him. My left hand found its way to his right shoulder and he briefly turned his head to brush his cheek along the top of it. An unspoken, ‘I’m here.’

“Nea, it’s ok. We’re ok. Are you hurt? Please God, say ‘no’.”

“I’m ok. I’m ok. Thanks to you,” I said, my voice shaking. I left my hand where it rested on his shoulder, giving the muscle a soft squeeze.

For a few moments, we sat in silence, quietly assuring one another that we were safe.

Once I felt my breathing return to normal, I took in our surroundings. I didn’t recognize a thing. Why were we driving out of the city? Why wasn’t he taking me back to the house?

“Matthias, where are we? Why aren’t we going home?”

“Nea…we can’t.”

“What? Why?”

“I’ll explain everything when we get there.”

“Get where? Matthias, you’re scaring me…”

“Nea, we need to disappear for two or three days. We’re headed to a safehouse.”

“Ok. So, my dad and Ben will meet us there, right?”

“No. It’s just going to be you and me.”

He must have felt my immediate panic.

“Nea, I promise to tell you everything. Everything. But right now, we need to get someplace safe. Everything will be alright. Do you trust me?”

I didn’t answer. Instead, I extended my free hand towards the dash. Matthias immediately knew what I needed and took his right hand off the wheel. His fingers tangled with my own and he brought my hand to his lips for a soft kiss.

I sat there in complete and utter shock. Luckily the soft caress of his fingers against my own kept me grounded in the moment. I did my best to focus on his touch, knowing that I would have the full picture soon.

A safehouse…

What the fuck was happening? Why wasn’t it safe to go home? Was my dad alright?

And how was I going to survive being alone for three days with this man…?

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imagininghim · 7 years

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I’m forever yours, faithfully

A/N: This was requested by crystalbaby12. I hope you enjoy!

Request: “Can you please do an imagine with Jax based off the song Faithfully by Journey. Love your writing btw!! 😍 Keep it up! ☺”

Highway run, Into the midnight sun, Wheels go round and round, You're on my mind, Restless hearts, Sleep alone tonight, Sending all my love, Along the wire.

Jax was currently on a run with the club while I was home nine months pregnant. Gemma would come check on me frequently while Jax was gone but it wasn’t the same as when he was here. I was currently getting ready for bed when my phone began to ring.

“Hello?” I questioned into the device.

“Hey, darlin’. How are you?” A smile immediately spread across my face at the sound of Jax’s voice.

“I’m alright besides the baby kicking me every chance he gets, how about you?” Jax chuckled before responding.

“Ehh, I’m not the same without you here. I miss you,” I smiled at his words.

“I miss you more,” I said while sliding into bed. “I hate sleeping when you’re not here,” Jax sighed, I held the phone close while silence filled the line.

“I know baby, just three more days and I’ll be back with my arms wrapped around you,” My heart filled with warmth at the sound of his words.

“I know baby, I should let you go. It’s getting pretty late,” I said before yawning. Jax chuckled as he spoke.

“Alright, baby. I love you forever and always,” I smiled one last time.

“I love you forever and always,” We hung up the phone while I reached over and laid my phone on the bedside table.

I closed my eyes with sweet dreams of Jax filling my head.

They say that the road, Ain't no place to start a family, Right down the line, It's been you and me, And lovin' a music man, Ain't always what it's supposed to be, Oh, girl, you stand by me, I'm forever yours, Faithfully.

Two more days. Just two more days.

I hated when Jax had to go on long runs especially while I’m pregnant. I always feared that he would miss the big moments of my pregnancy, especially my doctor’s appointments but he never did. He always made sure he was home.

I’ve had people tell me time and time again that I shouldn’t start a family with a man who is constantly on the road but I never listened. Jax was a faithful man and I knew he would never cheat and he knew I never would cheat. I loved Jax with all my heart and I knew he loved me with all his heart. It has always been me and him and it always is.

I was sitting at the kitchen table sipping on a bottle of water when my phone went off.

It was Jax.

He had been trying to face time me. I accepted the call as his face soon popped up onto my screen.

“Hey, baby!” A big smile came across my face when I saw him.

“Hey, Jax!” I said with the same amount of enthusiasm as him.

“How’s my baby mama feeling?” Jax said as I moved the camera away to reveal my beach ball size of a belly.

“Oh, you know, just sitting here with another human inside of me,” Jax chuckled at me before speaking up.

“God, I think you’ve gotten sexier since I last saw you,” I blushed at him before speaking up.

“Oh God Jax! Shut it!” I said while giggling.

“It’s true baby! I can’t wait to get home and ravish that body,” Jax said with his usual Teller smirk.

“How could you possibly want me when I look like this?” I questioned while Jax had a proud smile come over his face.

“How could I not? I mean look at you! You’re as beautiful as the day I met you and no pregnancy is going to change that,” I blushed again as a big smile spread across my face.

“Jax Teller, you always know how to make me smile,” Jax smiled proudly before I spoke again. “I soon have to go because your mom wants to go shopping for more baby stuff but I wanted to ask you something,” Jax nodded for me to continue. “I know the rule, what happens on a run stays on a run but have you been faithful?” I felt my heart skip a little faster as I awaited his reply.

“Yes, I have. I would never cheat on you. For one, I would lose that sexy body you have, for two, I love you too much to do it and for three, well, my third reason is sitting on your fourth finger,” I smiled at his honesty before glancing down at my engagement ring. A knock came to the door and ripped me away from my thoughts.

“Thank you, baby, I too have been faithful for the same reasons as you and also for the fact that I am nine months pregnant but I do have to run baby, your mom’s here.” Jax nodded before responding.

“Alright, I love you forever and always,” I smiled at him once more.

“I love you forever and always,”

Circus lives, Under the big top world, We all need the clowns, To make us smile, Through space and time, Always another show, Wondering where I am, Lost without you.

The club life is never easy. No matter how good you think you got it something will always arise and it usually happens with a bang. They always happened at the most inconvenient of times.

This bang wasn’t as big the ones we’ve had before. This time was the most inconvenient especially since my due date was a day away and Jax was supposed to be home tomorrow.

My phone rang. ‘UKNOWN CALLER’ appeared on the screen. I furrowed my brows while beginning to reach for my phone to answer the call.

“Hello?” I questioned hastily.

“Baby, it’s me,” I felt my heart leave my throat and my stomach drop at the sound of Jax’s voice.

“Oh, baby it’s just you. What happened to your phone?” I questioned confused.

“I had to get rid of it, our phones were rigged by the Mayans and now we’re having a bit of trouble,”

“Trouble?! What kind of trouble?!” I questioned in a panic.

“Nothing to stress about. Just listen, we’re going to be a day or two late coming home,” I frowned at his words before speaking up.

“But baby, our due date is in a few days, will you be here for the birth of out child?” I questioned as sadness laced my words.

“I will, I promise but right now I got to go, I love you forever and always,”

“I love you forever and always,” I sighed as I hung up the phone.

I know Jax has never broken a promise to me but I think this time might be different.

And being apart, Ain't easy on this love affair, Two strangers learn to fall in love again I get the joy of rediscovering you, Oh, girl, you stand by me, I'm forever yours, Faithfully.

A million thoughts ran through my head.

Jax never called me today, he never texted nor did he facetime. My mind was racing at a mile a minute.

‘What if he’s dead?’, ‘What if he’s kidnapped?’, ‘What if he doesn’t want me anymore?’, ‘What if he found someone else?’

I finally gave up arguing with myself as I began dialing Opie’s number.

“Hello?” Opie’s gruff voice picked up on the other end while I took a deep breath.

“Opie! It’s (Y/N)! Have you seen or heard from Jax in a while?” I questioned rather quickly as Opie took a moment before replying.

“Uh, yeah. I think he’s gone to talk to the Mayans. Is anything wrong?” Ope questioned with concern.

“No, nothing’s wrong. I just wanted to talk with him, I haven’t heard from him in awhile and I didn’t know if anything had happened,” I tried to sound positive and happy as I spoke. Opie chuckled before speaking.

“Don’t worry, everything’s fine. When he gets back I’ll make sure he calls you,” I smiled.

“Thanks, Ope,” I went to tell Opie goodbye when he suddenly spoke up.

“Oh and (Y/N)?”

“Yeah?” I questioned with curiosity and concern.

“He’s been faithful,” I smiled into the phone before telling Ope thanking him for telling me and hanging up.

I leaned against the counter with a smile until I felt this sudden cramp came across my abdomen. I started to take deep breaths and soon enough the pain subsided. I began to stand back up as I felt the sensation that I was peeing came on. My eyes widened before I reached for my phone attempting to call Gemma. While I was in the process of dialing Gemma’s number another cramp feeling came across my abdomen again.

“Fuck!” I screamed out in pain as I knelt to the ground. I finished dialing Gemma’s number while I hoped for her to answer.

“Gemma! Come quick! I-I think the baby’s coming!” I screamed into the phone while another contraction came on.

Whoa, oh-oh-ooh, Whoa, oh-oh-ooh, oh, Whoa, oh-oh-oh, oh-woohoo-oh, Faithfully, I'm still yours, I'm forever yours, Ever yours, Faithfully.

I laid back on the bed as another contraction hit me again.

“Ahh! H-how f-far apart are they?” I questioned Gemma as she smiled.

“Five minutes apart, baby. Almost time,” I smiled at here while I began taking deep breaths.

“Ah! Ms. (Y/L) and Mrs. Teller. How far are your contractions?” I was about to answer when another contraction hit me.

“They’re less than five minutes now,” Gemma answered for me. The doctor smiled before handing the nurse my chart.

“Alright, let’s get you ready to give birth,” I shot up on the table.

“I am not giving birth until my fiancé gets here,” I said as the doctor smiled softly.

“I’m sorry, Ms. (Y/N) but the baby is ready to come now and I don’t think he’s going to wait,” I sighed before turning to face Gemma.

“It’s okay, baby. John wasn’t there for Thomas birth and I did just fine. You will too,” I smiled at her before nodding my head. The nurse leads Gemma out of the room while they prepped me for birth. I was getting ready to push when my door busted open.

It was Jax.

“I’m here baby. I’m here,” I smiled at Jax as he rushed to my side and gripped my hand. I couldn’t respond to Jax as another contraction hit.

“Alright, start pushing!”

Time Skip:

The nurse handed me a towel to wipe away some sweat from my face.

“Here you guys go,” The nurse said before handing us our new baby boy.

“Oh my God, Jax he’s perfect,” I said in awe.

“What should we name him?” Jax questioned with a smile.

“I was thinking Thomas,” Jax smiled down at me before nodding his head.

“That’s perfect,” Jax said turning back to the baby. I turned Jax’s head back to me before pulling him into a kiss.

“Thank you for being faithful to me,” I said once we pulled away.

“Thank you for standing by me,” Jax said with a smile.

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justanontherwinchester · 7 years

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Hunters Don’t Cry: Part 4

Parings: Dean x Reader x BestFriendSam

Summary: Catch up HERE

Our reader is faced with a very difficult choice. Does she leave the only thing she has ever known or does she take the road less traveled? This is part four to a “I don't know how many part series”.

Word Count: 2100ish

Author’s Note: Here is part four. Again, thank you guys to the moon an back for supporting and liking this story. If you see any major grammar mistakes, give me a few hours, I’ll catch it and correct it. Also, if you want to be tagged, go ahead and let me know. I prefer you send it to my ask so it is easier for me to find. Thank you for the support, a million times. If you ever want to talk about the store, life, anything, my ask is always open. xoxo

Warnings: language

Anything in italics is always a flashback

"I was gone because you pushed me away, Dean. You never said anything to me. You ignored my phone calls. Why should I have stayed?" I looked at Dean and crossed my arms.

"Because I loved you." He looked up at me in an emotional distress. "And I still love you with everything I have. I was twenty-seven years old and had no damn clue what I was saying. Of course I didn't want kids, (y/n). I've made mistakes but you have to forgive me."

"No, I don't, Dean. I don't have to do anything but live and die. I didn't want to have an abortion. Why did you think that would ever be what I wanted?" Sam and Tiffany had left the dilapidated living room to give us our space but if I got any madder, we were going to need a referee.

"Then what? I'm sorry, God damn, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for not being there. I'm sorry for being selfish. I'm sorry for everything I messed up on. You are everything to me. Children or no children. You are my heart. You make me so mad I can't see straight but I love you and have loved your crazy ass since we were children." He had moved from the chair and was kneeling in front of me. His hands were on my crossed arms, but I still could not stand the feel of him touching me.

"But I can't forgive you, Dean. I can forgive you for being stupid. I can forgive you for drinking out of the milk carton. I can forgive you for everything under the sun but this. I can not forgive you for standing me up on the worst day of my life to hook up with the local bar whore. What were you thinking Dean? Please tell me what the actual fuck were you thinking?" I shook his hands off and stood up, moving to the other side of the room.

"I was thinking how I have seventeen cents to my name, no true identity, how I'm going to stop the fucking apocalypse when my brother is drinking the blood of the one thing we hate the most, how my dad was never there when I needed a shoulder to cry on, and how I can't destroy a child's life before it was even started. We didn't even know the world was going to last this long, (y/n). I'm sorry for not being there but once I decided, no, once I knew that, I wanted to say fuck it to all of this and have a family for you, you already ended it."

"How is this still my fucking fault, Dean?!" I was back to screaming. I was pissed and I was screaming.

"You didn't give me time to process."

"I gave you a week, Dean. I gave you a week."

"It took me two weeks to decide if I wanted to switch up the oil brands in Baby, how do you expect me to make that choice in a week?!"

"Don't bring that God forsaken car into this. You fucked up, Dean. You left me. I'm not forgiving you. I love you so much that it hurts. It destroys me more every time I hear you two. Every time I see you two together. I don't have much left, Dean. I'm not telling you to make a choice because if you are happy with her, that's all I want, but I'm not going to share anything else with that women. I'm not forgiving you for what you did. I'm not going to act like it's okay and introduce you to the twins so you can play daddy because you suddenly have a conscience. I will, however, still be a part of this team. I will still stand by your side when it comes to the job. I will always have your back Dean and I will always love you. But I'm not going to forgive you."

"Fair enough." He walked out of the room and up the stairs. The door to the room he chose slammed behind him, shaking the entire house.

Tiffany was sitting on the arm of the old chair in the corner. Her face was extremely swollen and she was crying. She looked at me completely broken-hearted.

"I'm sorry.. for like... all that." I waved my hand around my face to explain.

"If I knew, I wouldn't have." Her head was held in shame. "I mean y'all took me in. I have no place here. I mean what do I do? I don't fight. I don't understand half of what the books you read are even talking about."

I placed my hand on her arm, realizing that she wasn't a victim but she didn't deserve to be wrapped up in this mess.

"But you didn't know and that's okay. I left Dean. He didn't know the truth and neither did you. Come on, let's get you cleaned and stitched up." I pulled her to the kitchen and motioned her to sit down.

"Is this going to hurt?" Her eyes were almost swollen shut and her lip was extremely busted.

"Oh yeah. But luckily we have the best men to help with it." I grabbed the two bottles and turned to face her. "Jim or Jack?"

"Which one is best?"

"Jim is going to really help calm you down and ease the pain. Jack is going to ease the pain but he makes you a little feisty."

"Jim." I handed her the bottle and let her get a few sips in as I wiped her face with a warm wash cloth and anti-bacterial soap. She flinched every now and again but this was her first ask kicking, she took it well.

"Almost done." I focused on the last little running whip stitch on her cheek. "A couple more of these, we will make you a hunter yet."

"I don't think that will be happening any time soon." Her swelling had started to tone down but she was going to be in a lot worse shape tomorrow.

"Come on, you can't stay in the kitchen all the time." I mean yeah, she didn't have a lot going for her in the hunter department but this girl could cook.

"I can't stay here. I have to go."

"Do you have anywhere to go?" I closed the first aid box, which was really my Barbie lunchbox from elementary school. John bought it for me to be normal. Little did people know my thermos held holy water and there was a secret bottom that had a silver pocket knife, salt, and chalk.

"No." If her head could drop any lower, it would have.

"Then you can stay here. Yeah, you're a bitch and we haven't had the best four years together but that can change."

"Even though Dean and I were together?"

"Girl, Dean has had at least a women in each state and in some foreign countries. I'm not jealous."

"Wait, you weren't exclusive?"

"For about two years, we strictly were. Before that we were together occasionally but it was strictly friends with benefits."

"Oh. Did you have get with Sam?" I started laughing and remember when it did happen. We were drunk, it was bad. "So you have?"

"Yeah. He was nineteen and just had his first semester at school. He met up with us and we decided to test out our new fake ids. One thing lead to another and we got piss drunk. So we started making out and by the end of the whole fiasco, we both were laughing so hard because it was so bad."

She was laughing and it was great actually talking to a girl.

"But he's so tall and muscular."

"But there was nothing there. Like attraction wise. It was so awkward. It didn't come between our friendship though"

"And Dean?"

"Girl we both know with Dean." We were both laughing and it felt great despite how right now things were a shit know. “He definitely makes up for his ego.”

"If you don't mind me asking, where are they?"

"With my cousin. They live there. They think I'm a detective." I smiled at their innocence. “A teddy bear detective.”

"So that's when we are near Kansas you always disappear for a few days." I nodded in reply.

"(Y/N)! What are you doing here?!" My cousin, Samantha, pulls me into a hug. "It's so good to you."

"Samantha.." I was already crying. Samantha was the only family I had and the only person besides the Winchesters that I trusted. She lived in Lawrence with her husband and ran a dog rescue. "I need your help."

"Oh honey..." she held me tighter, I knew she knew. "How many weeks?"

"10ish, going on 11." I followed her into my childhood home, preserved but slightly updated. I gave her the house when we turned eighteen. I was on the road, I didn't need it.

"Have you had an ultrasound?" I shook my head. I knew I needed one but I haven't had the chance. "You mean to tell me Dean Winchester is not waiting on you hand and foot, forcing you to take vitamins and making sure you have your appointments scheduled?"

"He didn't want them, so I decided I didn't want him." She pulled me back into her arms and I cried harder. She was always like a mom to me. We might be the same age but she was a mother. She was meant to be a mother but after multiple miscarriages, she gave up. They opened the rescue and raise the puppies instead of children.

She carried my bag to the guest bedroom and left me to be. I was home and so was the baby. I was never going to hunt again. That part of my life is over. I'm a mom now.

3 months later

"Wait... TWINS?! You mean I'm having twins?" I yelled at the ultrasound tech.

"Yep, it looks like two. The doctor will come in and confirm but that's clearly twins." She said wiping the gel off my now protruding belly.

I looked at Samantha and she was more than excited. We had already bought stock in diapers and wipes, now she is going to buy a whole Babies R Us. Her and Benjamin had already converted the second guest bedroom into a nursery.

"We are defiantly going shopping after this. We have to get another crib. Well we need to get another everything. More diapers too! I'm calling Ben and he will meet us with the truck to get everything because the car isn't big enough."

I laughed at her excitement. I was excited but I wasn't expecting twins.

The doctor entered the room and went straight to the monitor, looking at the stills. He looked at my stomach in silence and pressed along my sides and underneath my bump.

"Yep, we have twins. Do you want to know the gender?" Samantha was sitting on the edge of her seat. I held her hand and nodded “yes” to the doctor. "Two little girls. They are growing fast. You have two little healthy babies. Right now they are perfect for twenty-two weeks. Come back in about three and we will do the 3D movie." He handed Samantha some papers as I zipped my jeans up and tried to get the left over gel off.

"Hey, I really have to use the restroom so I'll meet you outside." She smiled walked out of the room, already calling Benjamin to meet us at the furniture store.

"(Y/N)! Hey!" Sam picked up the phone after one ring.

"Hey, so I'm just checking in. Everything is great and so is the baby or should I say babies." I called Sam about once a week, checking in. I let him know how everything was going and just to talk.

"Babies? You're having twins?!" He got really excited, rather fast.

"Yep, two little girls."

"This is great (Y/N). This is absolutely wonderful. "

"Yeah, scary but great. So how is everything? How's Dean?"

"Well it's the apocalypse. We linked up with some angel named Castiel. He's kind of a dick but he's a huge help. Dean's okay. She's still around so to be honest I don't know where his head is. You need to call him. He needs you."

"No. I'm not calling him. For once Dean Fucking Winchester can get his head out of his ass, stop thinking about his dick and care about something other than food and the Impala." I don't know if it was because I was still stuck in the mad phase of this whole ordeal or if I'm just that hormonal."

"Easy Mama Bear." He let out a low laugh. "I agree. We are near Lawrence so I'll try to swing by and visit."

"That sounds great. I miss my best friend."

"I miss you too. Hey I got to go, okay?"

"Yeah sure go back to saving the world. Sam, do me a favor please. Take care of Dean."

"You got it, (y/n). Take care of yourself, we got two little hunters now."

"Bye Sam." I hung up the phone as started crying, again. I swear the wind could blow the wrong way and I will start crying.

I grab my bag and glance in the mirror, wiping away my tears.

"Hunters don't cry, dude. You got this. Come on. Second degree black belt, professional sniper skills, fake FBI agent, and mom to two ass kickers. You got this." I gave myself a little pep talk to calm myself down. I was in for the next six hours of shopping and baby planning. With pink and rhinestones for two little girls.

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keziacole · 7 years

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tagged by @bumbleblossoms - thank you!

Tagged Rules: Answer these 92 statements and tag 20 people.

THE LAST:

1. Drink: Coffeeeeeee

2. Phone call: My partner, just as they left the dentist. :( 3. Text message: Motherbot 2.0 4. Song you listened to: Been Caught Stealing – Jane’s Addiction 5. Time you cried: Uh… some point in the last couple months, I guess? Not sure when, but it was at something related to dogs. Honestly, I did most of my crying last year, during The Year From Hell, and I’m still a bit dried out.

6-92 under the cut. :)

HAVE YOU:

6. Dated someone twice: As in getting back together again? Nooooo. 7. Kissed someone and regretted it: …yup. Often. Sometimes not until a long while later, though! 8. Been cheated on: Not to my knowledge. 9. Lost someone special: Yep. 10. Been depressed: Eh, I’ve never been diagnosed with depression, so no, I don’t think so. Situationally really fucked off with things? Yes. 11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: Once. Story time, everyone!

So, I generally have a really good alcohol tolerance and a cast iron stomach (not necessarily for good reasons, but hey), but I did once go to a party that ended very badly. I was about 17, had recently been diagnosed with CFS, and was on a heavy painkiller regimen. I drank when I shouldn’t really have done so, because bullshit and All the Emotional Drama, BUT… I did not know that my friend’s asshole brother had spiked my drink. (He was a peach. Gave his 14 year old brother acid once just to point and laugh at the result. Fuckin’ hated that guy.)

At some point in the evening – somewhere after the sham marriages, interpretative dance, and someone putting someone else through a table, because teen parties – I realised I was wayyy more wasted than I should have been, despite the painkillers, and I ended up spending all night hallucinating and throwing up, plus feeling horrific for about three days afterwards.

Moral of the story: if you spike people’s drinks, you are a gigantic bag of toe lint and should suffer mosquito bites on your asshole for a thousand years. The end.

LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS: 12. Purple 13. Red 14. Blue

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU:

15. Made new friends: Not yet. Befriend me, tumblr, you’re my only hope. 16. Fallen out of love: No, though I have watched my relationship with at least one family member crumble into dust. Does that count? 17. Laughed until you cried: At least four times a week. Which is one big reason why I’m marrying that motherfucker. 18. Found out someone was talking about you: Yes. See 16. 19. Met someone who changed you: Not yet. 20. Found out who your friends are: Yes, sadly. It sucks when you realise how effectively someone has manipulated the people around you. 21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: Nah, I don’t really do the FB thing. I should, I guess?

GENERAL:

22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: See above. I kind of have a profile, but I only use it to message people I’m related to who are freaking obsessed with Facebook and won’t communicate any other way. Ugh. So… most of them? I guess? 23. Do you have any pets: One dog – Hector, a grumpy and elderly terrier - down from two resident mutts and a boatload of fosters. Older dog died last year, and I’m not in a position to foster right now, which sucks, because I miss having a house full of beasties, not to mention making a difference. 24. Do you want to change your name: Already have done/am doing! I have no real interest in keeping up with more than 80% of the people I’m related to, and I never liked my birth name, plus this is easier to spell and dictate to people, and isn’t known by the abusive assholes in my life. So, yay! 25. What did you do for your last birthday: Ordered pizza and watched favourite movies with my partner. We did The Blues Brothers and shit-talked the progression of police militarisation in the US over the past 30 years, and it was incredibly fun, despite the fact we’re 3000 miles apart right now. Also, they remembered my birthday, which is more than can be said for over two-thirds of the people I’m related to. 26. What time did you wake up: 9am, but in my defence I was up until 3 last night.

27. What were you doing at midnight last night: Talking shit with my partner, knitting an afghan, and watching foster kitten cams and reviews of awful movies together, because these are good ways to help someone who has a dental appointment in the morning try to stay calm. 28. Name something you can’t wait for: Getting my current backlog of work finished. Sooo clooose…. Promised myself a movie and gaming binge when I’m done. 29. When was the last time you saw your mom: Last week. 30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: Either having enough money to fix all my problems (yes, in this case, money most certainly can do that), or just being on the same continent as my partner, so we didn’t have this immigration thing to worry about. Not having a debilitating illness that fucks everything up would be pretty awesome, too. 31. What are you listening right now: Freddie King 32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: Yep, many Toms. All the Toms. Well, like, five plus. 33. Something that is getting on your nerves: Not knowing whether or not the electrician is going to show up tomorrow, which will mean I need to move the paintings and quilt top I currently have all over the sitting room floor. I’m not done piecing that thing yet. Grr. 34. Most visited website: Lots. Mostly Google, Politico, Reuters etc., but I’m living on eBay right now because I’m trying to sell off a bunch of DVDs, books, and vintage glassware. …Does anyone want to buy some vintage/antique glassware? 35. Mole/s: Yep. I had one removed from my back once. Turned out to be benign (phew!) but I got an interesting scar out of it. 36. Mark/s: I still have a faint surgery scar on my elbow, but it doesn’t look as Frankenstein-y now. Most of my scars have faded, but I still have some weird idiosyncrasies from things that have been broken or busted up. 37. Childhood dream: Writing was always my main thing, but also acting/directing. Illness took that away. Other than that, I always wanted to live somewhere rural with lots of animals, and be happy. 39. Long or short hair: Long. Lots. It’s huge. Send help. I like both on other people. 40. Do you have a crush on someone: Not right now. Give me ten minutes and a new Fet profile to stalk and I’ll get back to you... 41. What do you like about yourself: I’m a creative dynamo and I don’t stop until I fall down. I’m also proud of the fact that I’m a pretty compassionate and patient person, and I like the fact I’m slow to really anger. Someone told me recently I’m a very stabilising influence, and that was nice to hear. I feel like life can use more of that. 42. Piercings: Ears (two left, three right), nose (left). More on the way, maybe, when I can justify it. 43. Blood type: ???? I should check. I know the NHS won’t let me donate blood because of my medical condition, which blows. 44. Nickname: Zia. Some people call me Kez. One person is allowed to call me Admiral Fuckface McAsshole III. 45. Relationship status: Open relationship with my primary partner, technically speaking. Poly is good, but my planner is too cluttered for anarchy. 46. Zodiac: Aries w/ Aquarius moon, Virgo ascendant. I also have Mars and Venus in Taurus, so mooooo. And yes, I did used to do natal charts for beer money. I read palms, too. I’d still do it if asked nicely. 47. Pronouns: They/She. I don’t mind feminine pronouns, because I’m incredibly cis-passing and most people will assume “she”, plus I can live with being labelled female if it’s a binary choice, but I see myself more as a person than a gender, so I love that neutral pronouns are being used so much more now.

FWIW, I considered whether or not I was trans for a hot minute when I was a younger teen, because I used to love passing as a boy when I was a kid (until puberty at nine. Boo.), but for me it was the difference in how I was treated when I passed as male that mattered. It was the difference between “Oh, isn’t he confident and intelligent?” and “Hello, sweetie, don’t you look pretty today?” that affected me, not a real sense of dysphoria, so I decided the problem wasn’t really in how I presented, but in society itself. I have yet to really find a satisfying way of rectifying that, but I think we’re all making progress as a society. It’s very slow progress, sadly.

48. Favorite TV Show: I don’t watch that many series, but Star Trek (especially TOS and DS9), X-Files (S1/S2), Game of Thrones, old mystery adaptations (all the Agatha Christie ever), Stranger Things, Better Call Saul, Breaking Bad… can’t think of anything else right now, but there are some. 49. Tattoos: One black and grey dotwork spiral goddess on my arm, next one coming soon (watch this space, now I’ve found an artist!) 50. Right or left hand: Ambidextrous. Yes, I can write with both hands. Sometimes, I switch in the middle of the sentence. No, it doesn’t look the same. I can also operate light switches with my toes from a standing position. 51. Surgery: I fucked up my ulnar nerve a couple of years ago by blacking out and falling on some stairs. It was melodramatic, and I lost the use of my left hand. Had surgery to correct it. I was awake but a bit sedated, and spent most of the time talking to the cute anaesthetist about chastity cages. Because... sedated? Yes. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it. Sadly, he did not call, though I’m pretty sure he did a lot of googling when he got home that night. 52. Hair dyed in different color: Always, since I discovered Olaplex, which means I can actually bleach my hair without it completely frying. Most recently, I’ve had a mermaid fantasy in turquoise, green, and purple, but it’s faded a lot. Not sure what I’ll do next. Maybe orange, or neon yellow again. 53. Sport: I can’t do much without turning blue and blacking out, but I’ve always enjoyed tennis, badminton, swimming, and equestrian stuff. Is hiking a sport? Hiking’s fun. 54. Do you use sarcasm a lot: Um...

55. Vacation: Last one was to see my partner; next one will be too. So, the woods of NEPA. Hiking out with some granola and my favourite human, and spending a few days playing with shelter pitbulls. <3 Otherwise, I’ve never really been on holiday. I went on a school trip to Germany once where I nearly got arrested and, when I was seven, I went to Malta and there was a hurricane. I remember wedging wet towels into the window frames and hoping we didn’t die, because we were on the twelfth floor and there was nowhere else to go.

I did go to Norfolk with my mother for four days after her breast cancer diagnosis. Macmillan, a cancer charity that is very worthy of support, granted her a short break. There was a lot of playing dominos and trying to convince her she wasn’t actively dying at that precise moment.

56. Pair of trainers: Converse. All the ratty old Converse low tops in the world.

MORE GENERAL:

57. Eating: I have the house to myself right now. It’s awesome. I’m celebrating with homemade shiitake tofu stir fry, wontons, vegetable udon… and doughnuts. Not in the same bowl, though. 58. Drinking: Rum.

59. I’m about to: Finish a short story, close out an editing project, format a print galley (again. Goddamnit, Adobe.), and try to finalise the running order of a poetry collection. Maybe send some emails, maybe eat the rest of those wontons. 61. Waiting for: The dizziness to go away, usually. 62. Want: The time, space, peace and quiet to focus on my work, and my health to cooperate long enough for that to happen. 63. Get married: As soon as possible, which basically means when we can afford it, because immigration, legal wrangling, and a ton of other bullshit. It’s a headache, but if there weren’t so many technical hurdles it would already be done. 64. Career: I write and make stuff. I’m doing it under a new name now, which is daunting, because it means starting over again, but I’ve spent the past few years doing a lot of genre fiction and being told my original work is “too original”… but I’m ready to say “fuck you” to that and see what I can carve out for myself. Come on, internet: don’t prove me wrong, ‘k? 65. Hugs or kisses: Ooh, tough. Yes? I guess hugs if I have to pick. 66. Lips or eyes: Eyes. 67. Shorter or taller: I honestly don’t care, though I do very much enjoy short subs. Pocket rockets are adorable. 68. Older or younger: It really doesn’t matter. 70. Nice arms or nice stomach: Arms, I guess? Doesn’t really matter. It’s all pretty to look at, but who really cares? Arms are best for hugs. 71. Sensitive or loud: Sensitive. I don’t like too loud. 72. Hook up or relationship: Define the terms, yo. I’d say relationship, but the definition of “relationship” can be open to numerous things. 73. Troublemaker or hesitant: Um… possibly a bit of both, but more hesitant, probably.

HAVE YOU EVER:

74. Kissed a stranger: No. 75. Drank hard liquor: Yup.

76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: I once dropped a contact lens down the back of a gas fire and spent three hours getting it out with Vaseline on a paperclip. My vision is awful and I wore very expensive gas permeable lenses at the time. 77. Turned someone down: Yup. 78. Sex on the first date: Nothing wrong with it (and nothing wrong with sex being the date), but it’s not for me. 79. Broken someone’s heart: So they said. 80. Had your heart broken: Yes, but not how you might assume. 81. Been arrested: Nope. 82. Cried when someone died: Yep. 83. Fallen for a friend: A couple of times, with varying degrees of success.

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:

84. Yourself: I try to, because few other people often do. (*the world’s tiniest violin plays*) 85. Miracles: Yes, sometimes in the form of coincidences, surprises, or the results of hard work. I believe in inverse miracles, too, when things go catastrophically wrong for no apparent reason. Or, as we call it at my house, Tuesday. 86. Love at first sight: Yes, in a way. Potential for love at first sight, I guess? I’ve usually found I know the moment I meet someone whether that’s a thing that’s going to happen or not. 87. Santa Claus: YES, DAMN IT. Okay, maybe not a literal dude in a red suit, but as a personification of the generous spirit of Non-Denominational-Winter-Solstice-and-Festival-of-Lights, he works. (I’m an eclectic neo-pagan/hedgewitch, but my most loved time of year is the whole October-February period, so I start celebrating Yule/Christmas around December 1st and don’t stop until Twelfth Night. I will take ALL of your symbolism, ALL your traditions, and – most importantly – ALL your festive foods and embrace them. In my belly. Thank you.)

88. Kiss on the first date: Probably. Unless it’s a baaaaad first date. 89. Angels: Again, not so much the literal sense, but it’d be nice to think there are positive presences looking out for us. I’d be very concerned about the serpent-like pillars of fire, though.

OTHER:

90. Current best friends name: Aside from my dog, that’s my partner but they don’t like their details shared, so SHHHH IT’S A SECRET. 91. Eye color: grey-blue-thing 92. Favorite movie: You can’t just ask a person that at the end of the thing like it’s a simple question…! So. Many. Movies. Depends on the genre. The Blues Brothers, Priscilla: Queen of the Desert, Gattaca, Silence of the Lambs, Re-Animator, Die Hard, Stand By Me, Sleepaway Camp, Alien, Lady in a Cage, Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Are Dead, TRHPS, The Great Escape… those are movies I can watch a billion times (and have done). Honorable mentions, depending on my mood, go to things like Basket Case, Caramel, An American Werewolf in London, Exterminating Angel, Secretary, Gran Torino… I could have done 92 questions just on the most popularist movies I like!

tagging: I’ve been away for a few days and I don’t wanna tag people who’ve already done it, so if you’re reading this and want to do it, consider yourself tagged! <3

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