#'this baby is the most perfect baby ever born NO holds barred' <- is drunk on New Mom energy

[kanalaure]

hmm

if nerdanel's epessë were carnë, on account of her hair (or complexion), moryo's name starts making more sense

#actually i kind of love the idea of that being a multi-generational nickname #anyway. in my head nerdanel's naming scheme is like #'this baby is the most perfect baby ever born NO holds barred' <- is drunk on New Mom energy #'this baby has a beautiful singing voice (once he learned how to do that instead of scream)' #'this baby keeps waking up and wanting breakfast at three thirty in the morning' #'this baby looks JUST LIKE ME :D' #'this baby looks JUST LIKE HIM :O' #'these babies are identical' #silm headcanons #feanorians #silmarillion #nerdanel #caranthir

[ghosthunterbuck]

walking around with your heart

(buddie) (1.4k words) (spoilers for 6x04)

It fucking hurts. 

It fucking hurts, and maybe Hen was right, maybe it would’ve hurt either way, but this is worse, Buck thinks. He drops his phone to the counter top and buries his head in his arms. 

Spare parts. Defective spare parts, as it were. 

All Buck’s ever wanted to do is help, but he was cursed from the start. 

…family history bars you from participating in the donor program…

Buck’s phone rings on the counter. 

He ignores it. 

Then three texts come through in rapid succession. 

Hey Buck, give us a call?

We just heard from the facility

Think we need to talk

Buck picks the phone up and turns it over in his hand. Over and over, until he’s accidentally opened the camera and he’s staring at his own face. 

When Buck was a kid, adults always used to think he was hurt. They’d fuss, right up until they realized it was just his birthmark, and then they’d go back to doing whatever it was adults did. He never thought much of it, not really. Forgot it was there, most of the time, unless someone asked him about it. 

For a while, after the shooting, any time he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror he’d mistake it for blood. Eddie’s. 

Maddie told him once that it was an angel’s kiss. He always liked the thought of that. 

Now, though, as he stares at it on the screen of his phone, he wonders if it wasn’t a defective stamp, meant to differentiate him from all the perfect babies born at the hospital that day. A bright red mark that, from the beginning, was meant to say, “throw me away! I’m no good!”

His phone rings again. 

This time it’s Eddie. 

Buck answers the call before he has time to think better of it. 

“Hey Eds,” he says, quiet and subdued. 

“Uh-oh,” Eddie replies, sounding distant and tinny. “I know that voice. What’s wrong?”

Buck rolls his shoulders and forces a smile to his face. “Nothing, I’m fine.”

Eddie hums disbelievingly. “Convincing, Buckley,” he says sarcastically. 

Despite himself, Buck’s fake smile morphs into something softer and a little more real. “Seriously, Eds, I’m fine.”

“I’ll believe it when I see it,” Eddie replies. “Which is an excellent segue, because Mr. Independent has decided he’s going to sleep over at Benny’s after the movie tonight, and I’m going stir crazy.”

“And what, you think I’m just going to drop everything and come over?” Buck asks, grinning a little wider. 

“Nope,” Eddie says. “I am hoping you’ll open the door, though.”

Buck snorts and stands, crossing the short distance to the door and pulling it open. 

“Surprise,” Eddie says, holding up a case of beer, a paper grocery bag, and what honest-to-god looks like a blow up mattress. 

“You have keys,” Buck says, stepping back to let Eddie inside. 

“And I’d be very appreciative if you grabbed them for me.”

For a fleeting moment, Buck entertains the idea of sticking his hand in Eddie’s pocket and fishing around for keys. Then Eddie nods at the entryway, Buck spots them on the ground, and the illusion is shattered. 

“You know,” Buck says as he bends to scoop them, “I might have plans.”

“Do you?” Eddie asks, settling his load on the counter. 

Buck presses his lips together and mock glares at Eddie.

“Great,” Eddie grins. “In that case, we’re playing drunk Mario Kart until we can’t see straight.”

“And the air mattress?” Buck asks, prodding it with a finger. 

“You,” Eddie says, pointing at him, “don’t have a couch. And we’re too old to sit on the floor.”

Buck snorts out a laugh and ducks his head. “Fine,” he says. “You blow up the ‘couch’ and I’ll make popcorn.”

Eddie bumps against his shoulder. “Knew I could count on you.”

At least someone can, Buck thinks. 

…

“So,” Eddie says when they’re settled on the mattress, a bowl of popcorn between them, “you gonna tell me what’s wrong?”

“Nothing–” Buck begins to answer, before Eddie fixes him with that don’t-bullshit-me look he’s way too good at. Buck sighs. “It’s a long story.”

“We’ve got time,” Eddie says. 

Buck leans back and closes his eyes. “I ever tell you about my old roommate, Connor?”

“You’ve said his name, but I don’t think you’ve ever told me anything about him.”

Buck sighs. “He got married a few years back. His wife– she’s sweet. They’re a good match.” He pauses, but Eddie doesn’t interrupt him. “They want kids. But uh– Connor– he can’t, um. So they… asked me?” Buck cracks one eye open and looks at Eddie. 

He hums thoughtfully. “So that’s what’s got you in knots? You’re not sure how to turn them down?”

Buck chuckles mirthlessly. “No need, apparently. Did you know that a family history of childhood leukemia disqualifies you from making a sperm donation through a bank?”

“No, I– Buck,” Eddie says. 

“I said yes,” Buck says quietly. “A few weeks ago.”

“And you didn’t tell anyone?”

Buck bites his lip and looks away. “I told Hen.”

“Oh,” Eddie says quietly. 

“I just– they wanted their kid to be someone like me, Eds. I thought… I wanted to help.”

“But you can’t,” Eddie puts together. 

“No,” Buck says, “I fucking can’t.”

Eddie’s quiet for a long moment. “Is it really what you wanted?” he asks finally. 

“I—I’ve wanted kids my whole life,” Buck says. “And I know this wouldn’t have been the same, but if I could help someone else have it then maybe… maybe I…”

“Maybe you’d what?” Eddie asks, looking him in the eye. “Deserve to have it too?”

Buck swallows and ducks away from Eddie’s gaze. “Something like that,” he says quietly. 

“You know that’s not how it works, right?” Eddie asks gently. 

“Kind of seems like it does,” Buck mutters. 

Several seconds pass in contemplative silence. Eventually, Eddie breaks it. 

“You want to know what I think?” he asks. 

“Am I allowed to say no?” Buck jokes weakly. 

Eddie slaps his bicep lightly but allows his hand to linger. “I think you would have been miserable, knowing there was a kid out there with your eyes and heart and mind that you couldn’t call your own. I think you’d feel guilty every time you thought about him, and I think you’d be wondering, constantly, what it’d be like if he was yours. And I think you’d feel even more guilty about that, because I know you wouldn’t have considered it if you didn’t think your friends were going to be good parents.”

Buck allows his eyes to slip closed and focuses on Eddie’s hand as it slowly slides to his wrist. 

“I think you’re an incredible dad, and it would kill you to have a kid whose life you weren’t a part of.”

“M’not a dad, Eds, that’s the whole point,” Buck says, without opening his eyes. 

Eddie’s hand tightens around his wrist. “I don’t think that’s true,” he says softly. 

Buck furrows his eyebrows and blinks his eyes open. “What, you think I have a secret kid out there?”

Eddie snorts a laugh. “No, Buck. I think you made dinner last night, and went to the science fair the night before that. I think you went to the beach last weekend and spent the entire day chasing Christopher around with a bottle of sunscreen. I think I put you in my will for a reason. You’re a good dad, Buck. Whatever it is you think you have to do to deserve it, you’ve already done it.”

“Eddie,” Buck breathes. “I’m not—” 

“We’ve got more than one friend I’m pretty sure you’d offend if you finished that sentence,” Eddie says gently. 

A tear pricks at the corner of Buck’s eye. “You really think…”

“Yeah, Buck,” Eddie says, rubbing his thumb across the inside of his wrist. “Maybe it’s selfish of me, but I’m kind of glad you’ve only got the one kid running around.”

Buck sniffs and scrubs a hand across his face. “Yeah, well, that kid’s going to destroy us both the next time we play if we don’t practice.”

“Destroy you, maybe,” Eddie says softly. He clearly recognizes the deflection for what it is, but he lets go of Buck’s wrist anyway. He picks up his controller. “Ready whenever you are, Evan.”

Buck’s heart gives a hard thump, and he grabs his controller too. “You’re on, Diaz.”

(And in the morning, when they wake up tangled together on a half-deflated air mattress and Buck’s heart gives another heavy thump, he’ll shoves it in the same box as everything else he’s too afraid to look at.)

#whoop back at it with the codas #911 #911 spoilers #911fic #911 fic #buddie #buddie fic #abbie writes #fic #userceecee

[toomanyrobins2]

a little birdie told pt. 12

Summary: Y/N “Birdie” Parker left New York and her family three years ago in the middle of the night. Now, a call for help to her best friend brings her back into the fold of the Three Families and their “business.”

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Parker!Reader

Content warning: physical abuse, miscarriage, mentions of forced marriage, sex, mentions of alcohol abuse, mentions of violence and death

series masterlist // next part

Steve had gone home to his apartment, hating how empty it felt without Y/N in it. He moved quickly, settling into a routine he hadn’t had to do since Birdie had come back. Jamie lay in his arms, half asleep and milk drunk. His son really was the most perfect thing he’d ever seen. Every day he thanked the universe that he was his carbon copy. His mind drifted to when his phone rang, changing his life forever:

Steve was at the bar when he had got a call from the hospital claiming a baby had been born and he had been named on the birth certificate. He and Bucky had rushed over and when they arrived, were told that mother had disappeared. All that had been left behind was a letter filled with apologies and an explanation for the lies. She had been forced to go after Steve by HYDRA. She did it as long as she could, but when she discovered she was pregnant, everything had changed. Jessie had come into the Ivory looking for a job and ended up working the bar at the Ivory. It had never been anything serious, more like friends with benefits. She’d been with them for about six months when out of the blue she’d quit and stopped answering his texts. Eight months later, the answer to why she’d disappeared was clear.

As the group gathered in the hospital, one look at the baby was all it took for everyone to know he was a Rogers. It took Steve half a second to know that the baby’s name was James, for his best friend and brother. The first weeks at home were a mess. His experience with babies was incredibly limited, but this perfect little baby boy was his and he was going to be the best father he could be. Pepper, Edith, and May had offered him a crash course in babies when he came home. It had taken a lot of trial and error. He’d been peed on more times than he could count and he double-checked every choice against multiple parenting books.

A month after Jamie had been born, George had called him. A body had been dropped at the back door of the Ivory. It was so mangled that it took them some time, but eventually, they got the news. This was Jamie’s mother. Steve had managed to hold it together in front of everyone, but as soon as he was alone, he sat on the floor and cried. While they had never been a couple, the fact that Jamie was barely a month old and already down one parent weighed heavily on his heart. He had paid to bury her and visited her grave once a month to talk to her. She had given him the best thing in his life, the least he could do was tell her how amazing their son was. A bundle of flowers and a monthly update were all Steve could do for a woman who would miss out on her greatest creation.

Steve was pulled from his memories when he realized that he hadn’t gone to visit since Y/N had returned and it was long overdue. He asked Becca to stay with Jamie while he did an errand. His first stop was to the florists before driving over to the cemetery. He walked the familiar path and placed a bouquet on the graves of Sarah and Joseph Rogers, “It’s been a while since I’ve been here. I got engaged and it’s moments like this that I realize how much I miss you. I’ve been making a lot of mistakes lately and it would be so much easier to have you by my side telling me it’ll all be okay. It would be so much easier if Jamie had his grandparents in his life. Birdie came back and he’s fallen absolutely in love with her. I’d be lying if I said he was the only one. It’s so hard to get her to talk to me. She’s been through a lot and I don’t know how to fix it. It’s terrifying to see how much she’s changed. She’s so strong, but there’s this fear that seems to control her every movement. I agreed to marry her and I’m scared. I’m scared that I’ll never be good enough for her. Scared that she’ll never trust me. I’m not quite sure how to convince her that I’d do anything for her.” He didn’t even realize that he had tears streaming down his face until they started to fall and hit the petals.

Steve quickly tried to wipe them away and jumped when he felt a hand slip into his. It seemed that he and Y/N had had similar ideas and both come to see their parents. She reached up and wiped the tears away with a sad smile, “I’m sorry for what I said in your office. I want to trust you. It’s me I don’t have any trust in. After everything that’s happened, my decision-making could be called into question. All I’m asking for is some time.”

Steve squeezed her hand and pulled her in to kiss her forehead, “I can do that.” He started to walk a little further ways away and stopped in front of another grave, putting the second bouquet down. When he looked down, Y/N's brow was furrowed and he explained, “This is Jamie’s mom. She died soon after he was born so I try to come and give her updates. Let her know she made the right choice in leaving him at the hospital. She said that anything was better than him being raised as part of HYDRA. She could’ve given him up and I would never have known. She knew what I was and took a chance. I owe her.”

Y/N couldn’t stop her heart from fluttering. For all the horror in their world and for how stupid Steve was, he really was sweet at heart. She listened as he updated Jessie on their son. He spoke about how active Jamie had become since starting to crawl and how his first word had been Dada. Y/N pulled Steve in, kissing him sweetly, and thought that maybe everything was going to be okay.

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@spntiel

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#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers au #steve rogers #chris evans #chris evans imagine #chris evans x reader #mafia!au #mafia!steve #mafia!steve rogers #mafia au #avengers x reader #avengers imagine #avengers #avengers au #mob!steve #mob!au #mob au #captain america imagine #captain america x reader #captain america #mob!avengers #mafia!avengers #toomanyrobins #marvel #🐦

[thescoundrelprincess]

The Way You Look Tonight

Jugenea Fan Fic

This was originally gonna be a snippet but I got too involved in it... just a fun and sweet one :)

(Mature Content)

December 1947

“After you dear,” Vincente gestured to Judy into the Mocambo.

Gene and Frank were sitting with all their friends around the bar, clowning around with each other. Gene was only a bit tipsy, not wanting to get wasted tonight. He did that yesterday. He didn’t want to have a shitty hangover again. Although it was fun, and worth it, he actually wanted to feel well and normal on Sunday.

“Want a shot, chum?” Frank slurred to Gene, holding a shot glass in Gene’s face.

“Sure, vodka though.”

“Alllllrighty.”

Frank was the drunkest among all of them. However, Peter, Van, Mickey, and many other stars he was just at work with this past week weren’t far behind.

“The man wants vodka,” Frank gave the bartender the shot glass he had. Gene and the others chuckled.

“Man, Frank’s already plastered ain’t he?” Van chimed to Gene.

Gene nodded. “Maybe he’s having women troubles this weekend.”

Frank accidentally fell into Gene, almost falling over. His balance was comparable to a teeter totter. Gene grabbed Frank’s arm, catching him.

“You good?” Gene asked, holding back his laughter.

“Yes Mr. Kelly, everything’s just swell.”

Frank regained his balance and the bartender handed all of them their shot glasses.

“Shall we make a toast gentleman?”

“Sure Frank,” Peter chimed in. “To what shall we toast?”

“Hmm…” Frank said, stroking his chin. He looked around for a minute, in thought, staring at everybody. Then, he turned back to all of them, eyes wide. A lightbulb lit in his head.

“Alright men, get your glasses ready, I’ve got a toast!” Frank yelled.

“We aren’t deaf Frank,” Bing yelled across the bar.

“Aye, Crosby, you can shut your trap now,” Frank replied sarcastically, raising his glass. All of them raised their glasses towards Frank’s.

“Fellas ready?”

“Yes Frank, who’s the toast to?”

“To Judy Garland!”

In the doorway, Gene immediately caught Vincente slipping off Judy’s beautiful mink coat, revealing a jet black, off the shoulder dress, hugging Judy’s luscious curves. She had a pearl necklace on with pearl earrings. Pure white gloves covered both her hands. His eyes drifted towards her legs. She had sexy, jet black stilettos on, matching her dress. Her hair was down in pin curls, a look he never got sick of. However, this time, she looked even sexier. Arousal shot to the pit of his stomach.

Gene quickly raised the shot glass and gulped it, wincing a bit from the burn, still gazing at Judy. As the drink went down his throat, it was almost like the farther it went down the more memories flooded his mind about Judy, and they got even naughtier as time passed. While Judy was smiling and waving at everyone, he could only focus on her curves. They just finished filming The Pirate about a month before, and he hadn’t seen her since. Throughout filming he not only supported Judy and helped her out through her troubles but also brought her affection… and pleasure. They would release their pent up sexual frustrations in their trailers when no one was around, or when filming was over, especially after a passionate scene between their characters. Gene and Judy tried to stay away from each other, but it was virtually impossible. They both knew there was some uncanny magnetism between them they would never escape unless they never saw each other again, but they could never bear that; they loved each other dearly, more than any sort of love in a purely sexual relationship.

At The Pirate end-of-filming party, Gene and Judy made love one last time; they silently agreed to end their affair, both knowing they had to focus on their marriages and children. Especially Judy. She struggled terribly on The Pirate and she wanted some stability in her life. She hoped to get that stability back after the picture was over.

Gene wanted to shake off his nerves. “Hey, can I have a gin cocktail?” The bartender smiled and nodded. Everyone was gazing at Judy now since Frank toasted to her.

“I need to get a drink for the gal,” Frank slowly spit out, becoming more obnoxious by the minute, yet still charming. He could see Judy making her way to the bar with Vincente. The bartender handed Gene his drink.

“Helllllooooo Judy! And hello Mr. Vincente Minnelli!” Frank kissed Judy on the lips and hugged Vincente. They both could tell Frank was quite drunk.

“Hello Frankie,” Judy giggled. She looked over and caught Gene’s eye. She could sense his nervousness and could tell he was eyeing her dress. She felt herself blushing.

“Hello Frank,” Vincente smiled, patting his shoulder. “It’s nice to see you here.”

“Nice to see you too!”

Judy smiled at Gene and he returned the gesture. Holy shit, Gene thought. She’s even sexier up close. She walked over to him and he slowly leaned in to kiss her on the cheek. The aroma of her fruity perfume hit his nostrils like a wave, turning him on instantly. His lips on her cheek felt heavenly, her skin was so soft. Removing his lips, he exhaled against her face and leaned away.

“Hello darling,” Judy said to him, full of warmth. Vincente came over and shook Gene’s hand.

“Hey, glad you guys could make it,” Gene stated enthusiastically. “There’s a ton of us here and I couldn’t imagine you guys missing. But I have to admit, I didn’t think you guys would show, just because you have Liza.”

“Oh, we’ve had a babysitter for her, so it’s fine. Vincente and I are planning on taking her to the park tomorrow.”

Gene couldn’t stop smiling at her… and staring at her. Her whole face lit up when talking about her baby girl. Even though talking about Liza put a barrier between him and Judy, he loved the little girl and he was proud of Judy being a mother. Plus, he didn’t care at the moment, because she looked so beautiful and he was distracted by it.

“You guys care for a drink?”

“Of course, after we say hello to everybody first though. Hopefully it won’t take too long. Come on darling,” Vincente grabbed Judy’s hand. Judy smirked back at Gene. She looked him up and down. He knew that she knew he was looking at her, in a non-innocent way. But he also knew she liked it. She had this uncanny sense of knowing what other people, especially men, were thinking about. And he knew she liked the attention on her. Did she do this because I’m here? No, how would she know I was here? … His arousal was growing. He needed to stop this… her husband was here.

“Hey Van, I’m heading outside really quick, I need a breath of fresh air.”

“Alright, see you later.”

Judy walked over to almost every table, saying hello to everyone, until she sat down at a table with Kay, Roger, and Arthur. She talked and talked for many minutes, but she couldn’t get Gene off her mind. Butterflies were fluttering inside her stomach. She would never forget his support and love for her during this past shooting of The Pirate, and of course their love making. She thought things would get better between her and Vincente after filming, but their fights persisted. Their romance and passion dwindled ever since Liza was born. Vincente was the perfect father, just not the perfect husband anymore. Judy was having doubts. And with each sip she took of her drink, the more Gene stuck in her mind. Him staring at her… He looked so good too. She wanted to go and talk to him, maybe spend time with the boys near the bar. She glanced over at the bar; all the guys were laughing and clowning around. Ugh. They were having so much fun. She lowkey wanted to get drunk… she needed a break. But she knew Vincente wouldn’t want her to. It would just cause a fight, or at least an irritating tension between them. And she hated it. So, she held back.

“Darling, would you like to dance?” Judy asked Vincente.

“Sorry honey, I would, but I’m feeling a little queasy right now. I’m not sure how much longer I want to stay.”

“Darling, what’s wrong?”

“I just feel a little sick, that’s all. Do you want to go home right now?”

They had only been there for about 90 minutes. It was only 10 o’ clock. Judy was not about to leave.

“Not really, I mean we just got here. I wanted to take a nice break, release my stress…” Judy muttered to him, looking away. “Everyone’s here, you know, I’d like to catch up.”

Vincente didn’t want to upset her. He understood her logic. He wanted her to have fun, as long as she got home safely.

“I guess I can just leave. Can someone take you home?”

Vincente paused and glanced around. Everything seemed to be going haywire. Tons of people were drunk. Then, he spotted Gene. He looks sober. Maybe he can take Judy home.

“Hold on honey, I’ll be right back.”

Judy watched Vincente leave the table, and walk in the direction of the bar. She watched as he approached Gene. Her heart stopped. Why was he talking to Gene?

Gene got a bit drunk but was sobering up a bit. He thought it was strange that Vincente was approaching him.

“Hey Gene, can you do me a favor?”

“Sure, anything.”

“Can you take Judy home for me tonight?”

Gene cleared his throat. “Well, uh, of course. Why, are you leaving?”

“Yes, I feel a bit under the weather. Judy wanted to stay and catch up with everybody. You look the most sober among everyone, and I trust you. Would you please keep an eye on her as well? Don’t let her get too drunk. She seems to really listen to you.”

Gene was touched in a way. Him and Vincente had become great friends and they were very close. And of course he was close with Judy as well. He felt bad that he had an affair with Judy during the picture, but the feelings he had for her overrode his guilt.

Gene looked down and contemplated. Of course he would say yes, although he was a bit nervous. Judy was making him nervous. The way she looked made him so giddy and aroused, he wasn’t sure he could control himself. But, he would try to stand ground. He wanted to keep Judy in good care while her husband left.

“Yes, anything Vince. I hope you feel better. I’ll get Judy home whenever she wants to leave.”

“Okay, just don’t get her home too late. If anything happens please get a hold of me.”

“Okay, I’ll see you later.”

“See ya Gene.”

He watched Vincente walk back to Judy. Judy was staring at Gene. She looked a little confused. I wonder how she’ll feel about this.

“I asked Gene to take you home so you wouldn’t need to look for a ride. He’s responsible and the most sober out of any of them.”

Judy swallowed nervously but a little excitedly. “Oh, okay. Thank you darling.” Vincente leaned in to kiss her on the cheek, holding her hands. “I’ll see you later honey. Have fun.”

“Thank you, I hope you feel better.”

She watched Vincente walk towards the door and leave. Now she could do whatever she wanted… and she wanted to talk to Gene. Immediately she turned around in his direction. He wasn’t in her line of vision anymore. Where’d he go?

She knew she’d see him eventually. Heading back to the bathroom, she went to apply more powder and another layer of red lipstick.

After a few minutes, she walked out and felt someone tapping on her shoulder. She turned around.

“Heyyyy.”

It was Gene.

“What were you trying to do, scare me or something? It didn’t work.”

“No Judy, just wanted to talk to you, that's all.” She saw him eyeing her collarbone and towards her breasts. Crossing her arms, she cleared her throat, and Gene’s eyes immediately lifted upwards. He met her gaze.

“Whatcha lookin at, buster?”

“A very beautiful woman.”

“Hmm, am I the only woman you’ve said that to tonight?”

“Who else would I have said it to?”

“Literally anyone else.”

Gene raised his hands to her shoulders and ran them down her crossed arms. “No Judy, you’re wrong. You look smokin baby. Why, when you walked in everyone turned to look at you.”

Judy’s butterflies fluttered even more; she loved whenever he called her baby.

“That’s only because Frank’s drunk ass held a toast to me.”

“Yes, to the most special and sexiest woman ever to enter the room.”

Judy blushed at his comment. His smile was adorable, and she couldn’t help but accept his compliment and giggle.

“Okay, well I don’t know about you, but I need some drinks. Take me to the bar? I’d like to socialize with all you clowns. Although I love sitting with Kay and the others, I’d like a change. I need to catch up with everyone.”

“Sure.”

Judy turned and started towards the bar until Gene grabbed ahold of her shoulder.

“Ah ah ah, now wait a minute. You got to promise me something.” Gene pointed at her, giving her a parent look.

“What did you have in mind?”

“You can’t get wasted. Someone told me to keep an eye on you.”

Judy suddenly became irritated. Didn’t Vincente trust her? But, she decided to be playful.

“Mr. Kelly, since when do you give me orders?”

“Your husband gave me orders which I must give you. Get it?”

“Eh, I guess we’ll see what happens.”

Judy grabbed Gene’s hand and walked quickly towards the bar.

“Hey Judy!” Frank and all the others slurred loudly.

“Hey fellas!” Judy took a seat next to Frank and Gene sat back where he sat previously. She was the center of attention. “Can you get me a greyhound please? Double the vodka,” she smiled charmingly at the bartender.

“You sure about that Garland?” Gene eyed her, raising his eyebrows.

Judy grabbed his tie and yanked it towards her, his face about a foot away from hers. “Yes Gene, I’m not a child.”

“Woahhh Judy, what’s going on over here?” Frank turned to face them. “I like a feisty Judy, at least when she ain’t feisty towards me.”

“Vincente left and he wants me to-”

“Ah, hush.” Judy put her finger to Gene’s lips. “Vincente doesn’t want me to have fun. He doesn’t want me drinking too much.”

Gene tried to be the bigger guy and take care of her but he was struggling. All he wanted to do at that moment was swoop her away and fuck her against the wall. She looked so sexy and she was acting very sensuous towards him. Her pulling his tie, her finger on his lips, her piercing brown eyes… the blood was flowing to his dick. Her outfit wasn’t helping it either. She looked stunning.

“Well, if I were you, I wouldn’t black out, but I’d have a few drinks. I’ve only had a few and I feel grrreat,” Frank stated, exaggerating his hand movements while he talked. Gene couldn’t help but laugh along with everyone else watching Frank sort of embarrass himself. Frank was his buddy, and he loved him, but he realized that Frank influencing Judy to drink a lot would not help his predicament.

The bartender handed Judy her drink. “Thank you darling.” She turned to Gene. “You getting anything?”

Gene admitted defeat. He couldn’t completely control Judy. He would just have to sober her up a bit before he took her home. “A whiskey sour, please.”

After he got his drink, they all just sat there and socialized. Judy was loosening up, and Gene was too, even though he wasn’t planning on it. Almost everyone else was approaching the plastered stage, but still managed to function somewhat normally. They all socialized together, but Gene and Judy couldn’t keep their eyes off each other. And even though they had just filmed The Pirate, they still had a lot to catch up on.

There was a band playing very slow, sensual, serene music. Judy was having a great time. However, she still hadn’t gotten to dance with anyone. Gene would be the perfect partner of course. But, this whole time she could feel their sexual tension; she had no idea what would happen at the end of the night. She honestly didn’t care. Vincente had been pissing her off lately and she wanted to get away from him. Studio stresses as well barely kept her on her feet. So, why not spend the night with Gene? It doesn’t sound so bad… does it? Judy silently shuffled through these thoughts while loudly socializing with Gene and the others. I don’t want him to think this is just a one night stand though… I want to be with him forever. He means more to me than this. Judy could barely think straight; she had quite a few drinks. Let me just ask him to dance.

“Gene?”

Gene turned to look at her. “Yes Judy?”

“Are you up for dancing with me?”

Gene slowly smiled and nodded. “Always.”

He held out his hand to her and guided her to the dance floor. Gene loosely wrapped his arm around her waist and intertwined his fingers with hers. Feeling bold, Judy leaned her head on his shoulder, scooting closer to his body.

“Judy, what are you doing?”

“Dancing, that’s all.”

“Yes, but what are people gonna think with you being up on me? Your husband was just here.” Gene wanted to pull her even closer, but he had respect for Vincente, and also her reputation, so he was trying to place logical thoughts into her intoxicated brain.

Judy looked up at him. “Was just here, those are the key words. Was.” Gene could see her eyes watering a bit. “Lately he hasn’t been supporting me, we aren’t as compatible as we used to be. These past few months have been hard, especially with Liza. He’s a dear father… but not… well, you know.”

Gene didn’t know what to say, he knew she was hurting. He rubbed her back a little bit, and he leaned his cheek a little closer to hers, nuzzling it slightly. “Everything will work out in the long run honey.”

Gene wanted to change the subject. Talking about her and Vincente made him uncomfortable, especially since he knew him and Judy had been intimate while she was with him. Startling her, he quickly spun around in a circle, pulling her closer to him so she wouldn’t fall. Judy started laughing.

“Woah Gene, I’m dizzy,” Judy said while trying to stay balanced. “Do it again.”

Gene did it once more, but in two circles. Judy was laughing hysterically. Gene couldn’t help but laugh with her; he loved seeing her happy, even if part of it was from being intoxicated. She deserved a night away from her stresses.

“I guess you aren’t as sober as I thought you were.”

“I’m fineee,” Judy said, dancing again slowly in his arms. “I feel swell.”

“Okay, I say you don’t drink anymore for a bit.”

“Only if you keep dancing with me.”

“That’s fine with me.” Gene ran his free hand up to her hair, pushing away the baby strands from her face. He caught another glimpse at her; her big chocolate eyes staring at his, her cute button nose, and those beautifully shaped red lips that looked so inviting. Her white alabaster skin that was so silky, contrasting with her jet black dress. He wanted his mouth all over it, but he refrained. He didn’t want to jump back into a relationship, or whatever it was with her. That all ended with The Pirate. But Judy’s charm was becoming increasingly irresistible. If she made a move, he didn’t know if he could control himself.

The band began to play, “The Way You Look Tonight”, that melodic Jerome Kern song. Gene always loved this song, and Judy did too. Everyone did. This song suits her perfectly, Gene thought.

Yes, you’re lovely, with your smile so warm,

and your cheeks so soft,

There is nothing for me but to love you,

and the way you look tonight

Judy nuzzled her cheek against his, and suddenly they were dancing cheek to cheek, Gene swaying her back and forth. He could hear her humming against him; it was so sensual. Any sound that came out of Judy’s mouth was hypnotic.

“I’ve been wanting to dance all night with you, you know.”

“Oh, have you?”

“Yesss,” Judy hissed. Judy was melting into him.

“Why me?”

“Well, first of all, you’re the best dancer in this joint.”

“I guess I can’t protest against that.”

“And also,” Judy ran her hands up his chest, “I've been wanting to thank you for what you’ve done for me.”

Gene knew how much he helped her, especially during The Pirate. Whenever her and Vincente argued he was always there to comfort her; she confided in him. And even though Gene and Vincente became close partners during the shoot, Judy knew he could trust him. Their relationship stemmed from For Me and My Gal, and he would never do anything to upset her or rat her out.

“Of course Judy, I’d do anything for you.”

“Would you?”

Gene nodded and squeezed her hand in confirmation.

Gene whispered into her ear the lyrics playing,

And that laugh that wrinkles your nose,

touches my foolish heart

Lovely; don’t you ever change,

Keep that breathless charm,

Won’t you please arrange it?

“Cause I love you,” Judy looked up at Gene. “Just the way you look tonight.”

Judy smiled wide at him, her eyes sparkling. The wrinkle in her nose was so adorable. She was so full of warmth, and the feeling of her against his body was delicious.

“This song fits the occasion perfectly,” Gene chimed into Judy’s ear, his nose grazing over her hair, smelling her perfume.

“Why’s that?”

“Like I said earlier. You look stunning, Judy.”

Judy was fishing for compliments. “So I don’t look good any other day?”

“Now you know I didn’t mean that. You always look beautiful, but tonight…” Gene whispered, “You look especially sexy.”

Judy giggled. “I must say you look very handsome as well.”

“Thank you. You’re also very flirty when you’re drunk.”

“No, I mean it,” Judy wrapped her hand around his neck. “Thanks for everything, really, even dancing with me. I’ve been going through a lot lately and it seems like you perfectly understand me, and I don’t even have to say anything at all sometimes.”

Gene knew Judy was being a bit vulnerable since she was drunk, but he did feel bad for her. He could give her the world, but it wasn’t possible; they both had separate lives, and significant others.

Gene and Judy continued to sway to the music for many minutes, occasionally taking a break for a few drinks, until Judy started to get tired. It was a few minutes past midnight.

“Darling, I’m getting tired. Can we leave?”

“I’m kind of tired myself, so yes. Let me drink some water first. You need some water too.”

“No, I’m allergic to water.”

“Judy,” Gene ran his hands down her arms. “Listen to me, you need some water. Come on.” He latched onto her hand, he sat her down at a table, and then he went to get some water.

Judy's senses were reeling. She wasn’t sure if it was because she was drunk or because her feelings were real, but it didn’t matter. She loved Gene, and she needed him. In the past few hours, she felt happier than she had in a long time. And those hours were after Vincente was gone. Dancing with Gene this evening did something to her; it increased her longing for him. Her previous feelings never really went away even though they pretty much agreed to end their affair at the end of filming. They elevated. She didn’t want the night to end… to have to leave Gene. She missed the days where they would see each other everyday and let out their frustrations in their trailers. Or when Gene would comfort her after filming ended for the day. It was very emotional to think about; she was torn, but she didn’t want to do anything she would regret.

Gene returned with two glasses of water. He handed the one to her. “Drink,” he instructed Judy. Judy grabbed the glass and sipped at it, stealing glances at Gene. When she was almost finished, they made eye contact.

Gene could see a twinkle in her eye, a look of desire. No, I can’t do this. He had a great time with her tonight too, and his feelings were just the same. Him and Betsy were doing well at the moment, but just one touch from Judy and he’d completely let his guard down, even if he didn’t want to. She was so hypnotic to him. Once she latched onto him with some sort of glance or quip she couldn’t escape his thoughts. Ever since he saw her walk into the club with her gorgeous, sexy outfit, he couldn’t get his mind off of her. Okay Gene, Vincente wants you to take her home. He trusts you. Don’t ruin it… Maybe there’ll be another time in the future.

“Judy, did you drink all of it?”

She tipped the glass vertically up in the air until all the remnants of the liquid were gone. Then, she set it down. “Ahh,” Judy let out a breath. “Yes Gene, I drank it all. Please don’t tell me you’re gonna give me more, because I won’t drink it.”

Gene thought about it. Just one glass of water will be adequate. She’s stubborn anyway. She’ll be fine.

“No, I’m not gonna give you anymore. When did you want to leave?”

“What time is it?”

“12:30.”

“We can stay for another 15 minutes, say our goodbyes, then leave.”

Judy and Gene sat down and socialized for another 15 minutes, saying goodbye to everyone. Their last stop was the bar. Gene also wanted to check on Frank.

Peter walked over to Gene while Judy was going around the circle. “Hey Gene!”

“Hey Pete, we’re heading out, I just wanted to say goodbye.”

“Who’s we?”

“Judy and I.”

“Where’s Vince?”

“He felt a bit under the weather and left early, and Judy wanted to stay. He asked me to take her home.”

“Oh, that’s nice of you. Wish you could stay longer.”

“No, I’ve been wanting to head out myself. I wasn’t wishing for another hangover after what happened last night.”

Peter laughed, remembering the chaos. “Don’t blame ya man. Drive safe.”

“Thanks bud. Also, where’s Frank? Last time I saw him he was pretty gone, just wanted to check on him.”

“Someone took him home, I don’t know who. It was pretty chaotic over here. Now that I remember, you were probably too busy dancing with Judy to notice, I’m assuming. He made a pretty big scene.”

Gene chuckled nervously. “It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”

Peter laughed. “That’s true. Alright man, I’ll see ya,” he shook Gene’s hand and they parted ways. Gene waited for Judy. Finally, she was finished.

“Ready kiddo?”

“Yes,” Judy replied, seemingly a bit tired.

Gene went over to the coat rack to grab her mink coat. Judy followed him and allowed him to put it on for her. As he put it on, he got the perfect view of her back. All he wanted to do at the moment was run his tongue all over it. Stop it, Gene. However, he couldn’t completely control himself. He leaned in close to her neck, letting the pleasant scent of her fill his nostrils.

He whispered into her ear, gently, “After you.”

Judy was a bit startled, but in a pleasant way. She had nervous butterflies. Does Gene feel the same way I do right now? His lips so close to her cheek made her skin tingle, and she felt even more pleasant since she was still quite a bit tipsy. Gene held the door open for her and she walked out.

“Thank you sir.”

Gene bowed playfully, with gratitude. “Anything for the charming, beautiful date I had the privilege to be with tonight.”

Judy giggled, smiling. Gene held his arm out to her, and she locked hers with his. It wasn’t too dangerous of a move, it was only innocent. But they both knew deep inside that this physical touch might trigger something more.

They finally reached Gene’s car. He grabbed his keys and unlocked it, opening the door for Judy. Helping her in the car, she easily sat down. Before he shut the door, he stole a glance at her slim legs and stilettos. He loved her legs.

Opening the door on his side, he plopped down in his seat and started the ignition. He sat there for a moment, realizing he was almost out of gas.

“Fuck,” Gene muttered, annoyed.

“What is it?”

“I gotta get gas. I’m on E.”

“Do you think you can get me home before that?”

“No, I’m sorry, we’re gonna have to go get some.”

Judy didn’t mind. The more time with Gene the better.

“No, it’s totally fine Gene. Besides, I get to spend more time with you.”

Gene raised his eyebrows at her, pointing at himself. “Aren’t you sick of me yet?”

“Never.” Judy flirtatiously responded, tapping his nose with her finger. He loved when she did things like this. But, it only increased the tension between them.

“Are you fit to drive buster?” Judy asked, breaking the silence.

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Because you were drinking.”

“I drank more water than you and drank less alcohol than you, and you seem fine.”

Judy sat there for a moment, trying to think of what to say. “I’m still a little tipsy, but I feel great. Just in case, how many fingers am I holding up?” Judy held up her two fingers.

Gene laughed at how cute she was. “You know that isn’t a true test Judy. I see your two fingers,” he moved his hand to put her fingers down. His hand was now covering hers, on her lap. When he didn’t move them, Judy slowly intertwined her fingers with his. She gazed at him with nervous excitement but tried to hide it.

“It’d probably work on Frank,” Judy quipped.

“Yes, you’re probably right about that one.”

Gene pulled out of his parking spot, fingers still intertwined with hers. She turned on the radio, and “The Way You Look Tonight” was playing. Gene involuntarily squeezed her hand; it brought him back to the intimate dancing they did only hours before.

“Hey, what do ya know? And it’s Crosby! Turn it up.”

Judy turned up the volume. She felt Gene squeeze her hand moments before. He must really think I look good tonight.

The song ended right when they arrived at the gas station. Gene let go of her hand to turn off the ignition.

“Alright honey, I’ll be just a second.”

While Gene was pumping the gas, Judy’s mind was reeling again. Her gut was telling her something was about to happen, between her and Gene. And she had this sense that Gene was sensing the same thing too.

When Gene finished, he got back into the car and began to drive off. The weather was perfect outside, so he rolled down his window.

“You should roll down yours too.”

Judy began to roll down hers. The cool air hitting her face felt so refreshing. She closed her eyes and delighted in the feeling.

Gene looked over at her, and was happy to see her enjoying herself so much. And she looked so beautiful. The pale glow of the moon reflecting off her face, along with her beautifully shaped side profile… her upturned nose and her lips… Who could resist that?

“Hey, you wanna go stargazing or something?”

Judy opened her eyes wide and turned to Gene. “What?”

“Go stargazing. It’s beautiful outside. We don’t have to for long, but it’s such a clear sky, we can see the stars so clearly. If you want we can lay out on some grass, I have a blanket in my trunk. Or we can just sit in the car. I think we’d have a better view outside the car though.”

Judy contemplated the idea. It does sound lovely… but will Vincente be worried? She honestly didn’t care what he thought but she just didn’t want to start another argument with him. Gene read her thoughts.

“I won’t get you home too late. Besides, it’s only about 1 o’ clock. We don’t have to stay for long.”

Judy’s mind said no, but her heart… and body… said yes. To lay with Gene in the stars was a dream come true.

“I’d love to. And I agree, we’d get a better view on grass or something.” Judy smiled at him bashfully, but full of charm. It went right to Gene’s heart, and also his groin.

“I know the perfect place.”

Gene kept driving for about 5 minutes, until he went over a bridge and they arrived at a park, with surrounding trees and benches. He turned the car off and walked over to open Judy’s door, helping her out. He opened the trunk to grab a blanket.

“There’s one spot where you can see them very well, but we’ll have to walk. Is that okay with you?”

“Yes, but let me just kick off these heels. My feet are killing me.”

Judy playfully kicked her stilettos off, them flying a few feet in front of them. Gene laughed at her silliness. He went over to pick them up for her. “I can carry them for you.”

“Thank you darling.”

Gene led Judy to a patch of forest. Judy felt uneasy. It was pretty dark in there, you could barely see.

“Now we just have to walk through this.”

“What?!” Judy asked him, petrified. “You don’t know what’s in there Gene!”

Gene grabbed her hand assuringly. “Trust me, it’ll be fine. There won’t be any flying monkeys or anything.”

Judy couldn’t help but laugh at his joke, and it put her at ease. “Well, if there is any, I’m letting them take you first.”

“I’m not so sure about that. Maybe some chicken hawk will swoop down on you and carry YOU away.”

“Gene, you’re such a ham,” she playfully hit his chest. The Pirate reference hit them both in the heart. Memories of their romantic rendezvouses flooded back to them. Neither of them knew what was in store for the next few minutes but they were willing to take that chance; they didn’t want to leave each other.

“Okay, be quiet.”

Gene led Judy through the forest for about a minute. The moon lit up the defined trail they walked on, which settled Judy’s nerves. Suddenly, an open field appeared in front of them, revealing the most perfect view of the sky.

“Ahh,” Gene breathed out in success. “What did I tell you?”

“Alright, sorry for not trusting you at first.”

“Apology accepted.”

Gene laid the blanket out on the ground, sat down, and patted it, gesturing for her to sit down. He put her shoes near his feet. Judy came over and sat down next to Gene.

“I’m honestly a little hot, would you help me take this off?”

Gene nodded. “Yeah, sure.”

He grasped the edges of her mink coat, pulling it off, revealing her in that sexy dress again. Shit. Gene could feel his pants starting to bulge. He couldn’t help it. His mind didn’t want to go there… and he didn’t want to do anything with her, out of respect, but just seeing her like this threw away any sort of self control he possessed.

Judy really wasn’t that hot; maybe a bit from the previous alcohol but otherwise she was fine. She knew that Gene was really affected by her outfit. My God, he only complimented me a million times. She wanted him to make a move on her. She missed their intimacy even though it was wrong. But in her heart, and based on the way her body felt, it felt anything but wrong. Butterflies coursed through her stomach.

Gene folded the coat and put it down by her shoes. Judy laid completely down, stretching out. Watching her, he got a full view of her body; from her feet up to her waist and breasts. She’s really trying to make me cave isn’t she? She yawned.

“I could just sit here and sleep, it’s so peaceful.”

“Yes it is,” Gene replied. “And also no one else is here. I kind of got a headache from how loud it was at the Mocambo.”

“I didn’t actually, when we were dancing all the sound seemed to blot out…” Judy looked at him longingly. “It was peaceful for me then, in a different way. It was like I was able to escape all my problems by just swaying with you to the lovely music.”

“Yes, I guess so. I’m glad you felt that way. I felt the same way too, and I confirmed it when we left because Pete told me Frank created a chaotic scene at the bar,” Gene paused, “He ended up leaving, but neither of us noticed. We were too busy… dancing.”

Judy looked at him surprised. “So that’s why we couldn’t say goodbye to him?” She chuckled. “That’s Frankie for ya.” She sat there for a few more moments in silence. “You’re right, we were too distracted.”

Gene leaned back to lay down with her. He kicked his one foot over his other and crossed his arms behind his head, resting peacefully under the starlit sky and crescent moon. They kept stealing glances at each other through the corners of their eyes; the silence increased their tension, but also made it tranquil.

Judy pointed to the left, over Gene. “Isn’t that the Big Dipper?”

Gene's eyes followed in the direction she was pointing. “Yes, good job. And that's Orion,” Gene pointed over her to the right. “See the three stars in a row?”

“Yes,” Judy squinted at it. “I’ve never noticed that one before.”

“Really?”

“No,” Judy continued, “I haven’t done something like this in awhile. I’ve always been so busy and stressed out.” She placed her hand over Gene’s, turned, and gazed into his eyes. “Thank you for taking me here.”

“You’re welcome sweetheart.”

Judy snuggled in towards his chest. Gene’s heart started to beat a million miles per minute. I hope she doesn’t notice. He slowly wrapped his arm around her shoulders, however in a loose manner. They continued to sit in perfect tranquility.

He looked down at Judy. Her breathing was slow and rhythmic, her eyes closed. He noticed her beautiful eyelashes resting against her eyelids. The natural light from the sky lit up her face, accentuating her highlights. The bridge of her cute nose, her cheekbones, and her Cupid’s Bow were even more beautiful than before. Wow.

“Judy?” Gene whispered. No response. “Dorothy? Springtime? Manuela?” Judy stirred and started to smile.

“What’s with you and the picture references?”

Gene chuckled, happy she was awake. “They all bring me back to you.”

“Why do you need to come back to me?”

Judy knew she was making the situation uncomfortable, but what Gene said really stunned her. This almost confirmed that Gene was feeling the same way she was.

Gene sat there in silence, and then sighed. “Darling, memories of you just elate me.”

“What memories?”

Gene almost choked on air. She was really digging into his soul. Not only with her words, but with her pleading eyes.

“Oh, well, there’s so many,” Gene responded slowly, thinking of the right words, “Most recently our last picture.”

Judy inwardly smiled. She knew it now. They felt the same way. Memories of him consoling her, comforting her… pleasuring her, rushed into her mind. And the same thing was happening to Gene.

“You know Gene…” Judy whispered, hardly audible, “I feel the same way.”

Gene exhaled, his heart beating faster now. He couldn’t take it anymore. The tension was too much to bear. He started to lightly stroke her forehead, his hands slowly running through her gorgeous curls.

Judy knew he was flustered; she could practically hear his heart pounding in his chest. His hands running through her locks felt heavenly. She wanted to fall asleep again, but didn’t want to waste the precious moment and opportunity. Inch by inch, she moved up to meet his face; Gene was hypnotized. Her bare moonlit skin contrasted with her black dress. The curve of her hip while she laid on her side so close to him was in his plain view. He felt his hand inching towards it, wrapping up around her back to pull her in closer. They both looked at each other, eyes clouded with anticipation, waiting for the other to do something. Judy wrapped her one arm around his neck, while her other elbow propped her up next to him. Shivers went down Gene’s spine as her slender fingers cradled the nape of his neck.

They didn’t have to say anything. Their touches and gazes said more than words ever could. Judy longed for Gene; with him she could escape reality… but that wasn’t the only reason. He met her every need in the perfect way. She knew he always wanted the best for her, and he did everything in his will power for that to happen. If Judy needed to talk on the phone late at night? He would answer. If she needed comfort on the lot? He would meet her. If she needed backup? He would do his damndest to help her get her way. Did he always understand? No, he didn’t have to. Did he ever say no to her? Never….

They were so close they could feel each other’s breath against each other’s lips. Gene smelled the faint scent of alcohol coming from her… Was it her or the alcohol doing this? As if Judy could tell what he was thinking, the grip she had on his neck became tighter, letting him know this is what she wanted. She leaned her head in, inching closer to Gene’s lips. Gene tried to keep his eyes open, to witness the beauty of her face before she kissed him. Her eyes were closed, lips were parted… for some reason her face wasn’t lit from the moon anymore. It got a lot darker outside; the ambiance was so sensual, full of passion. The thickness in the air, awaiting her kiss, was choking his senses…

Right before Judy met his mouth, a huge boom shook the ground. Judy shrieked. They both immediately sat up. The sky was dark and the moon and stars were blocked by clouds. Rain started to pour on them.

They both came back to reality. “You’re really scared of storms, aren’t you?”

“Hell yes,” Judy replied in confirmation. They made eye contact; they could both see how flustered they were, their chests rising and falling rapidly. “I could tell you about this story that happened when I was little but I don’t feel like boring you with that. We’d better go. My coat is gonna get all wet.”

They both quickly stood up and Judy grabbed her shoes and coat, while Gene folded the blanket.

“Let’s get out of here.”

Gene and Judy ran through the forest, back to the park, and to the car. Gene fiddled with his keys while the rain drenched them. He stuck the key into the keyhole and unlocked the car. Both of them plopped onto the seats, and Gene threw the blanket in the backseat. Trying to catch their breath, they sat there in silence while Gene turned on the car.

“Cold?” Gene breathed.

Judy nodded. Gene turned on the heat, it immediately kicking on. After a minute, Gene took a deep breath and sighed.

“What are the chances of that happening?”

“It didn’t look like it was going to rain at all. It was so clear outside.”

“Maybe it was nature telling us to go home,” Gene chuckled. “What time is it anyway?”

“Don’t know,” Judy glanced at the time on the clock. It was two in the morning.

“As much as I don’t really want to go home… You should take me. It doesn’t seem this late though. Sure your clock’s right?”

“Yeah, it’s right.” Gene put the car in reverse and began to pull out of the park, back onto the road.

It was almost silent the whole car ride. Neither of them looked at each other, they were almost too nervous too. I can’t believe it, Gene thought. They almost started to make out back there, or at least that’s what would’ve happened. Gene wouldn’t have been able to stop himself. Why is it so hard for me to resist her?

Judy’s insides were tingling. She was having the same thoughts. But she honestly didn’t care. She wanted it. She needed it. Why did it have to rain?

Gene turned right onto Judy’s street. Approaching her house, he put the car in park and turned off the ignition. Rain streamed heavily down his windshield and all the windows. They couldn’t even see outside.

“I don’t even want to open the door, I’ll get soaked,” Judy said, defeated.

“You’re already soaked.”

Judy eyed Gene, annoyed. “Not that bad. My hair’s a little messy but otherwise I’m fine. Sitting in here dried me a little bit. I’m not about to go back in that downpour.”

“Suit yourself.”

Gene turned the key in the ignition slightly so they could play the radio and keep the heat on. The awkward silence was terrible.

Judy wanted to break it. “Are you going home after I leave?”

Gene’s rapid thoughts about what had happened in the field were interrupted. “Yes. Tomorrow I wanted to just relax and do stuff at home. I didn’t want to be out super late and I didn’t want to drink a ton, I had a wicked hangover this morning.”

“Oh no, I’m sorry, I’ll let you leave,” Judy turned to reach for the door handle. Gene leaned over and grasped her hand.

“No, Judy, it’s fine,” Gene said quickly. “What I meant was out late drinking. It’s not even that late for me. Don’t worry about it. I don’t want you to get sick going out in that pouring rain right now.”

Judy smiled tenderly at him, intertwining her fingers with his slowly. “No, I need to stop being such a baby. I’ll be fine. I’m tired anyway, and I’m sure you are too. Thank you so much for everything. I’ve had such a wonderful night.”

Gene smiled back at her. She’s so adorable. “Okay, if you insist. Maybe I’ll see you around soon.” He slightly squeezed her hand.

“Yes, I hope so. I’ve haven’t seen you since our last picture. That’s why I like making pictures together… we see each other almost everyday.”

“Yes, we do.”

“Yeah.”

Judy didn’t have anything else to say. She looked around and started to reach for the door handle with her other hand. Gene took the hand he was holding and kissed her knuckles. The sensation sent shivers throughout her body. She tensed a bit; Gene felt it.

“Anything wrong?”

“No, I’m just dreading opening the door.”

“Take your time, whenever you’re ready.”

Judy fiddled with her coat on her lap. Her shoes were drenched on her feet. She was pretty sure her feet were covered in mud and dirt, but she didn’t care. She felt bad for keeping him here, but the last thing she wanted to do was leave. However, it seemed as if there were no other option.

“Okay, I think I’m gonna open the door now.”

“Alright, have a good night Judy.”

Judy turned towards him. She leaned in to give him a friendly hug, then pulled back. With her one hand on his shoulder, she whispered, “Thank you again.”

“The pleasure is all mine.” He leaned in to kiss her cheek. His lips lingered against her skin, his hot breath warming her cheek. He felt Judy relax, her fingers less tense in his.

After a few seconds he pulled away from her face. Even though they got drenched a few minutes ago at the park, her makeup still looked perfect, and her hair looked beautifully messy. And her outfit was still sexy.

Judy sighed. “Okay, I’m gonna go now.” She looked out the window, dreading leaving. It started to rain harder; the rain pellets slamming against the car were now deafening.

“Ugh,” Judy groaned quietly.

Gene’s mind was on overdrive. All he wanted to do now was kiss her sweet lips. He didn’t get the chance to when stargazing. Why not now?

“Wait, Judy, you aren’t gonna leave without giving me that kiss back, are you?”

Judy faced him, laughing nervously. “Oh yeah, sorry about that.” She slowly leaned in, tilted her head, and tenderly pecked his lips. It had more of an effect on her than she thought it would; she didn’t want to pull away, but she knew she had to.

“Is that okay?” Judy puffed out against him, suddenly seeing his eyes full of desire. Her face turned blank. Their mouths were only a few inches apart. Even though she only pecked him her mouth was tingling from the feel of his lips.

“No,” Gene breathed softly.

“What?” Judy furrowed her eyebrows at him.

Gene tilted his head a bit and was leaning towards Judy. His arm started to trail around her waist, his lips parted. This time Judy saw his gorgeous face, full of passion, with his sexy scar.  She closed her eyes and parted her lips too.

Gene stopped right before he met her lips, wondering whether or not this was right. It was right. Gene, too eager to think about the consequences, met Judy’s lips with fervor. He heard and felt the vibration of her satisfying groan against him. She let go of his hand and immediately wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in closer. Thank God the rain was pouring; no one would be able to see clearly inside the car. Yet, no one was probably outside anyway in this weather.

Her mink coat steadily fell on the car floor and she repositioned herself, kneeling on the car seat, Gene doing the same on his side. Gene tugged and pulled against her luscious lips; he was so hungry for them.

“Mmmm,” Gene moaned in response to her passion. She was pulling at his neck, shivers coursing throughout his body. He felt his erection growing. Despite the fact that Judy always turned him on, this time he really felt the love she had for him over the desire; this kiss was filled with feeling, unspoken words, and longing. His heart filled with warmth and giddiness.

Judy was so glad he finally kissed her. She felt his passion and love for her as well through the kiss. It couldn’t be any more perfect. Although she started to get aroused, she felt more emotional than anything else. His lips tugged at hers in sincerity, love, and care.

After making out for about five minutes, they both needed more. Gene felt his hands moving towards her breasts, cupping them through her dress. Judy moaned in reply, leaning into his hands. Then, his hands trailed to her sides, going down towards her ass. She felt him pulling her up off the seat, cupping her bottom. He placed her on top of him. He picked her up as if she were a feather.

Gene leaned the seat back a bit so she wouldn’t beep the horn on accident. He latched onto her for dear life, afraid somehow she might disappear. His hands roamed everywhere; all over her curves, he kneaded her sides, her ass, her breasts. Sparks of arousal shot down between Judy’s legs.

Judy cupped his face, and nudged her tongue into his mouth. He gladly accepted it and passionately intertwined it with hers. He massaged her tongue so sensually, rhythmically, matching the movements with his caresses. He tried to emit every inch of love he had for her through his touch. Judy did the same, running her hands through his hair, down his neck, and along his chest.

Gene pulled back for a second to catch his breath. “I’ve missed you, Judy.”

Judy latched onto his lips again, sucking them between hers. “Trust me, I did too. And it wasn’t just because of this.”

Gene growled against her lips, slowly tracing them with his tongue, then plunging in again. They were getting even more heated even faster. Judy’s hands began traveling towards his groin. But, Gene didn’t want anything further to happen; although he wanted to fuck the daylights out of her, he didn’t want it to be a quickie in the car. He quickly pulled her hands away, intertwining his fingers into hers.

Judy accepted it, but she wasn’t sure how much longer she could hold out. Her heart was pounding and her chest was heaving; she felt lightheaded from the tingles she was feeling. She felt her nipples peeking and her center aching. She began to rock against him slowly, brushing over his erection. It felt so good. But, Gene held her still. She whimpered.

“Touch me, Gene,” Judy whimpered pleadingly, grabbing his face, staring into him. “Please.”

Gene was torn. He could barely resist her begging, but he didn’t want to make love to her, for good reason. He was returning her to her husband, and it didn’t feel right when Vincente had his trust. And once again, he didn’t want just a quickie with her at the moment.

He smashed his lips against her once more, silencing her. Then he pulled back. “Judy,” he panted. “I don’t want to have just a quickie in the car.” He leaned in to kiss her neck lovingly. “And I know that you, deep down, wouldn’t want that either.”

Judy sat back for a minute, brushing her sweaty, messy hair out of her face. “Yes, you’re right,” Judy admitted. Her core was aching so bad. “But,” she squeezed his hands pleadingly, “Please touch me. I promise it won’t go any further. I’ve missed having intimacy with you. If you don’t want me to touch you that’s fine, but please, Gene.”

She gave him such an irresistible, seductive, yet innocent look. He thought for a second. Can I control myself? I want to please her… but is it right?

“Are you sure Judy?”

She let go of his hands and pulled at his neck tie, bringing his mouth to hers. “Yesss,” she hissed, wrapping her arms around his neck, leaning into him and meeting his lips. At this point, he couldn’t say no to her.

He ran his hands up and down her sides, then flipped her around. She sat on his lap, leaning back against him. Hands hovering her breasts, he started to circle her peaks. Judy couldn’t help but lean her head back against his shoulder, relishing in pleasure. She let out a moan.

“Yes Gene,” Judy puffed out. She ran her one hand behind his neck, rubbing it. Then, he took one hand away from her breast and lightly brushed the outline of her arm and side with his fingertips, back and forth. He knew she loved this kind of touch.

Judy’s senses were on overdrive. His touch made her shiver with pleasure, but made her heart full of warmth.

Gene planted wet kisses and licks onto her neck and he continued to touch her rib cage and then down to her navel. He got the perfect view of her body, in the sexy black dress she was wearing; it was almost too much to bear. Even though he loved it, he wanted to rip it right off. Hands trailing down to her hips, he loved the little sounds of anticipation she was making.

“Please Gene,” Judy begged. “More.”

His hands approached her legs, running his hands up and down her thighs. Each movement up he pulled up her dress even more, so he could have access to her inner thighs and center. He could feel her breathing in short, shallow breaths. She tensed up a bit as he met her inner thighs.

“Relax Judy,” Gene whispered into her ear, biting her earlobe. “You wanted this, so just take it in.”

He ran his palms along the upmost part of her inner thighs, touching where her thighs met her sex. Her dress was far enough up now to where he could touch her most intimate spot. His hand hovered her core.

Judy was throbbing by this point. She couldn’t control her breathing. Being intimate with Gene was different compared to any other man she was with; even her husband. Vincente and her lost their spark a while ago, mostly after she had Liza. Despite that, Gene always made her feel something no other man did. He put pleasing her and tending to her needs first. She felt so free and sexy with him; she never restrained herself. Just a touch from him could heighten her senses, when a touch from anyone else would feel like nothing.

Gene lightly touched her mound through her panties. Then, his hand went down further. He felt how wet she was; she was soaked through the cotton fabric. He felt his erection grow even more. Judy moaned at his touch, and the fact that she could feel his erection pressing against her bottom.

“Baby,” Gene growled in response. He pulled his hand away and then gripped the hem of her pantries, slipping his hand inside. He collected her arousal on his fingers and began to rub her pearl in intimate circles.

“Gene,” Judy moaned into his ear. He kissed her neck slowly, letting his lips linger.

“Yes?”

“Don’t stop.”

Gene kept at it, running his fingers up and down her slick folds. He felt her melting into him more and more as he circled her bud. He took his free hand and ran it up to her breast, circling it through her dress, in a rhythm matching his caresses on her core. Judy sighed in pleasure, running her hands along his neck and into his hair. The continued rain pelting on the car was deafening, but Gene and Judy were so focused on each other that the sound drowned out.

Gene continued his caresses, running his lips along her cheek. Her face looked beautiful; she looked angelic. Her lips were parted, and her eyes were closed. She had the most perfect face shape.

He moved his leg a bit under her to spread her legs wider. She felt even more euphoric than before. She thought she’d die from the sensations. Gene started to move his fingers faster; he felt her get even more soaked and swollen.

Looking down at her, he saw her brows starting to furrow. He made his caresses even faster, and he felt Judy lean even more against him. Wanting to kiss her when she came, he pressed his lips into her, slipping his tongue inside. He felt her tense up; he knew it was time.

Judy was sweating so bad; he made her feel so good. And his lips on hers triggered her orgasm; a wave of pleasure flooded her senses, until it kept coming in more waves. She moaned loudly into his mouth, her hands gripping onto him for dear life. He continued to caress her nipple and her bud, faster now, helping her ride out her orgasm. She involuntarily jerked her bottom against his pelvis. Gene almost came from her movements, and her contractions near his finger. She looked so sexy; her sounds made it even better.

Judy was finally sated, and she let out a sigh. Gene removed his hands from her.

“Aching anymore?”

Judy shook her head.

“I could tell how horny you were.”

Judy laughed weakly. “Well, you do something to me, darling, that no one else can.”

“Same here.”

Judy met her lips with his once more. You couldn’t fit a sheet of paper between them, their bodies melted together. Gene’s erection was ever-growing, but he didn’t want her to do anything. He thought it would be best to let her leave… even though he was in agony.

Almost instantly, the rain settled down, and the car became visible inside again. It was the perfect signal for her to leave. Gene gently pushed her chest, moving her away from him.

“Alright Judy, you better go.” He glanced over at his clock. It was 3 am. Judy eyed it too.

“Holy shit, time flies.”

“Yes, when you’re with someone you love.”

Judy smiled warmly at his comment. She met his lips again once more in a tender kiss, then she moved off of him back into the passenger seat. She grabbed her coat off the floor.

“Thank you again Gene. I had a lovely night.”

“The pleasure is mine,” Gene grabbed her hand and kissed her palm.

Judy noticed his prominent erection bulging through his pants before she got out of the car. She giggled.

“What?”

“I’m sorry about… that.”

She pointed to his groin. Gene looked down and laughed.

“Don’t worry about it honey.”

“I’ll be returning the favor next time,” Judy replied, raising her eyebrow at him with suggestion.

“Sounds good to me.”

Judy leaned in once more and pecked him on the lips. “Okay, I hope to see you soon.”

“Me too,” Gene replied smiling, turning on the ignition. Judy grasped the door handle and opened the door, getting out of it slowly. She looked at him.

“Goodbye, Gene.”

“Goodbye, Judy.”

#jugenea #judy garland #gene kelly #fan fiction #fanfiction #i loved writing this one #sort of just let my mind flow ideas

[caranfindel]

Take these broken wings and learn to fly (15.20 coda)

het, but Wincest-compatible | about 2300 words | PG-13 for language | characters: sam winchester, sam’s blurry wife |

Julia has been widowed (God, what an awful word, widowed) for three years when she meets Sam. It’s a work-based friendship at first. She’s kind of lonely and sad, he’s kind of lonely and sad, and they gravitate toward each other. And then one evening they’re at a bar, the last ones left from an after-work happy hour, both of them drinking more than they should, and she thinks he’s kind and thoughtful and smart and he may be 10 years older than me but he’s still hot as hell and I enjoy being with him and I look forward to seeing him and maybe I should just… and she kisses him. He’s shocked; shocked enough to confirm that he wasn’t just hanging around hoping to make it out of the friendzone. And then he’s holding her face in his hands and he’s kissing her too.

It’s good. They’re good together. It’s not the earth-shattering, all-encompassing romance she had with Shaun. Julia knows she’ll never have anything like that again. Most people don’t even get one soulmate in their lives; no one gets two. And she knows Sam doesn’t have that same desperate love that Shaun had for her; she knows she’ll never have his whole heart. (She knows the woman he intended to marry was killed in a fire, she knows another woman he loved went back to her ex. She doesn’t know which of these women still owns that last piece of Sam’s heart.) But she loves Sam, and he loves her, and they get married.

(The sex is amazing. Sometimes he’s gentle, almost reverent, as if he’s afraid he’ll break her, and other times he’s fierce and passionate and almost tries to break her, and she loves both ends of the spectrum.)

She suggests they melt down her old wedding band to make a new one. It was an heirloom from her grandmother, a plain wide band of yellow gold that she loves, that she thought she’d wear for the rest of her life. But Shaun is the one who put it on her finger the first time. It doesn’t seem right to ask Sam to accept it now. A new band from the old gold seems like a good compromise. No, Sam says, I couldn’t ask you to do that. I know a way we can make it ours. He has the inside of the band engraved with the same symbol he wears tattooed over his heart, and makes her promise to never take it off. Bad luck, he says.

He’s such a contradiction. Scary smart, but as superstitious as an Appalachian grandmother. Calm and unflappable, but with a weirdly hyperactive startle reflex. Kind and empathetic, but capable of extreme violence when pushed to his limits (seriously, don’t walk your drunk ass up to Sam Winchester’s wife and lay hands on her, and don’t get mouthy when she tells you to back off) and just really, frighteningly skilled at that violence.

(A little frightening and also very sexy. Julia’s always had a thing for the hero type.)

They both have nightmares. One night Julia watches Shaun’s face melting under his gear and wakes with a cry of horror. Sam holds her as she tearfully describes living on the knife edge of constant fear that comes with loving someone whose job is literally running into burning buildings. I know, he says, over and over, even though he can’t possibly know. The irony of their first loves both dying in flames is not lost on her, but it’s not like his college girlfriend was a firefighter. It’s not like he watched her go to work every day and prayed she’d make it home alive.

Julia’s pregnancy is a wonderful surprise. She and Shaun had tried for over a year before she was widowed, and she just didn’t count on it happening with Sam. They agree not to name the baby after anyone they’ve lost. Let’s not name him after our pain, she says, and Sam is okay with that. (Or he isn’t. But ever since she showed him the positive pregnancy test, she’s known she could ask him for anything. She’s known he would rip out his heart and serve it on a platter if she asked for it.)

But they haven’t decided on a name yet when her water breaks four weeks early. When their perfect baby boy is born at 12:10 a.m., the nurse announces the date and time and Sam looks up at her in shock and blinks away happy tears and says it’s the 24th. It’s my brother’s birthday. Julia is flying high on endorphins; she loves this baby and she loves this man and she even loves his dead brother she never got to meet, and she says it’s got to be a sign; let’s name him Dean.

She takes off her wedding ring, just this once, to have Dean’s birthdate engraved on the inside. Sam does the same with his own ring. He insists they go to a jeweler who will engrave while they wait, rather than leaving the rings there. She waves a hand at her lumpy postpartum body. You afraid someone’s gonna make a move on all this if you don’t keep a ring on it?

He laughs at her and says you’re onto me, even though he’s the one who needs to be locked away, still with that long lean runner’s body and the amazing shoulders and the goddamn dimples. I just don’t like us being without them, he says. He is a sweet, sentimental fool and she adores him. He bends down to kiss her, carefully maneuvering the baby he’s wearing in a sling, and Julia looks at this man and this baby and this life she didn’t think she was get to have and knows she’s happier than she has any right to be. And she’s relieved when Sam slips the ring back onto her finger, this ring imbued with the men she loves, so maybe he’s not the only sentimental fool.

(One thing she loves about Sam is that he understands why she feels guilty that Shaun didn’t get to share this life with her.)

In July they light a little candle for Dean’s six-month birthday. When Julia wakes the next morning, Sam’s side of the bed is empty and cold. She finds him cuddling their sleeping baby in the living room. I got up to give him a bottle, Sam says. I guess I just fell asleep out here. His red-rimmed eyes and empty coffee mug suggest he didn’t actually sleep at all, but, well. They’re both battling their own private demons. If a night cradling the baby gives Sam some peace for whatever reason, she’s glad of it.

Sam’s fierce love for their child takes her by surprise. If Julia has 90% of his heart, his son has 110%. He parents with a vengeance, is the only way she can think of to describe it. Like he’s making up for something. She doesn’t feel slighted, but it’s impossible to ignore that ever since Dean was born, Sam’s prime objective has been to make sure the boy is happy and safe. Everything else comes second.

(When she notices Sam has been carefully marking his tattoo symbol onto Dean’s clothing, hidden near seams and always in a color that almost matches the fabric, she decides not to say anything. He gets a little funny about his superstitions sometimes.)

Sam desperately wants Dean to have a sibling, and they try for another one, but it doesn’t happen. Julia reminds him that they’re lucky to have even one child. That having a sibling is not a lifetime guarantee of companionship and love. She should know, after all, since Stephanie cut her off after she married that asshole Scientologist and decided she couldn’t have a relationship with anyone who wasn’t also in their stupid cult.

Dean has plenty of friends and tons of activities, which Sam encourages with an almost religious fervor, but he never pulls away from his parents. They have so much in common, Sam and his son. Instead of rebelling as a teenager, Dean seems to grow even closer to his father. They spend hours together, paging through the ancient books in Sam’s study (she hates them, they smell musty and make her sneeze) or driving in the old Chevrolet. They even travel together sometimes, visiting those friends of Sam’s that live up north somewhere. Julia met them at the wedding and they were perfectly nice, thrilled to death that she and Sam had found each other. But she always feels like an outsider when they’re around, like they’re part of something she’ll never understand. So much history, with Sam and the brother she never got to meet. They absolutely dote on Dean though, and he seems to love them too, so the boys’ trip to Sioux Falls becomes an annual event.

(Dean is 14 years old when he comes home from one of these trips with his own version of the tattoo.)

When Julia is diagnosed with cancer, Dean is 16 years old. Sam does his best to ensure life goes on as normal for their son but somehow never neglects Julia’s needs. He throws himself into research and is always on top of the latest treatment, always at her elbow with the top internet-recommended remedy for her side effects, making sure both she and Dean have everything they want and need, all the attention and support they can tolerate. She doesn’t know when, or if, Sam actually sleeps. When she feels up for it, he arranges experiences for the three of them. A week lying on the beach, a weekend in New York City, a night in the mountains looking at the stars. When we look back on this time, he says, I don’t want us to only remember how much it sucked. I want us all to have good memories too.

(She doesn’t know why he’s concerned about her memories. There’s a good chance she won’t have much time to enjoy them. But it’s good for Dean. She doesn’t want this to ruin Dean’s childhood.)

Sam insists Dean go away to college as planned. Julia agrees, although she’s kind of surprised he’s willing to let the boy out of his sight. Aren’t you going to miss him? she asks.

So much, he answers. But this isn’t about me, and what I need. It’s about him. They drive Dean to school in the ancient Chevrolet. Supposedly because the trunk has room for all of his stuff, but Julia is pretty sure it’s just one last sentimental road trip in the old thing before Sam retires it. When they pick Dean up at the end of the school year, it’s in her SUV. Dean promises his father, more than once, that he’ll restore the Chevy someday.

Five years after Julia’s diagnosis, she’s sitting in the doctor’s office learning that her last remission was her last remission. There are no more options. She has months, not years. Sam clutches her hand and nods, once, as if to say I should have known this would happen; I should have expected something like this. Then he takes her home.

It’s a blessing in a way, he says late that night, after a little too much to drink. Knowing what’s coming. Having time to say goodbye. You don’t always get that. And yes, she knows this as well as anybody does.

Sam has always been supportive of her choice not to contact Stephanie, but one day he says Jules, I promise I’ll never bring it up again. It’s just that I don’t want you to have any regrets. I don’t want you miss the opportunity to say things that you’ll wish you’d said. Julia isn’t sure Steph will speak to her. She’s not even sure she’ll have the same phone number — they haven’t spoken since Dad’s funeral, a year after she was widowed — but she makes the call. And Steph answers. And cries. And comes to visit, where she hugs and cries some more. Sam watches it all with a sad smile for a while, then disappears into the garage to sit in the old Chevy.

When Julia takes her last conscious breaths, Dean is holding one hand and Sam is holding the other. She squeezes her son’s hand and thinks I love you, dear boy, and I’m sorry I have to leave you. She squeezes her husband’s hand and thinks thank you for giving me this, thank you for taking care of me, thank you for loving me and letting me love you. Then she closes her eyes and lets the soft, warm darkness take over.

And then. Then she wakes to a cool breeze and the sound of chirping birds. She’s standing at a lake she recognizes. It’s Shaun’s favorite fishing spot. And Shaun is there, waiting for her. And everything is okay.

Sam does show up eventually. Julia’s sitting on the porch of the cabin with Shaun, enjoying the perpetual nice day (sometimes a spring morning, sometimes a fall afternoon, but always nice) when she hears the familiar rumble. It cant be, she thinks. It can’t be that old car. But it is.

I’m glad you found someone with good taste in cars, Shaun says, as Sam unfolds himself from the driver’s seat. He looks exactly as he did the day she met him; no glasses, only a little grey at his temples. Still tall and strong and beautiful. She runs to meet him and embraces him as Shaun watches from the porch.

You found Shaun, Sam says. I’m so happy for you, Jules. I really am. He doesn’t seem to have any intention of joining her (their) Heaven permanently, but he doesn’t seem to have anyone else with him either. Where is the dead girlfriend? How is this fair?

They talk about Dean, and Julia’s heart swells with pride over her strong, smart, kind, brave son. He’s like you, she says. He’s just like you.

Sam shrugs. He’s a Winchester.

But what about you? she says. You’re not — you’re not alone here, are you?

Nah, he says. I’m good. I promise.

(Eventually Julia meets the first Dean, and she understands.)

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I know a lot of people have mocked Sam's blurry wife, but I actually have grown to love the concept. Because it means she can be anything we want her to be. And yeah, initially I liked the idea of her being Dr. Cara, or Eileen. But now I don't think that would happen. I think Sam would have to start fresh to have that kind of relationship. And I also like the idea of Sam's wife having her own soulmate somewhere, waiting for her, so she's not a huge part of Sam and Dean's shared Heaven. I mean, they're gonna visit, obviously. And then they'll go home to their soulmates.

The title is from "Blackbird" by the Beatles.

#spn #15.20 #my fic #episode coda #sam winchester

[dumbass-mha-simp]

Hawks x Reader

This is very self indulgent tbh. Mostly gender neutral but does mention make up. Also the reader has mega family trauma cuz same.

Warnings: mentions of food, alcohol, reader is drunk but keigo is vv respectful & doesn't try anything, reader doesn't talk to their family, past family abuse, reader is kinda mean to him at first

I wrote this at like 4am and my phone is wonky and keeps autocorrecting "you" to "he" for no reason but i did like one quick pass through before posting so hopefully it's good enough, this is probably one of the first times I've actually published my fanfiction so hopefully it ain't shit,

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For the last couple months you've been teasing him. Practically any other girl in your position would swoon in your position. But where's the fun in letting him get what he wants so quick?

Pro Hero Hawks, had seemingly everyone wrapped around his finger. With eyes pierced in deep gold and, blazing, ruby red wings, it's hard for anyone to not be attracted to him.

You stood in the back corner of a "special hero party," trying to discern if you should sneak out and do anything more interesting than standing with a bunch of other heros.

"Hello there, beautiful." A thick and sweet voice called as you turned your head to them. "Looking lonely all alone back here, let me join?" Hawks, the number two hero was offering to stand with you. Staying it is I suppose.

"I admire your work, you're really dedicated kid. I like watching your stuff." He says taking a slow sip of his drink.

"You? You watch me?" The disbelief of it rung through in sarcasm. How were you to expect someone like him watched your work. You continued sipping from your drink, even if it was a boring party there was free fancy alcohol and that's all a hero could ever need.

"I wanna see more of you, and not just on the screen or anything. I want to get to know you, you know, maybe take you out a bit, hottie." He uses his middle finger to gently lift your chin up.

"And why do you think I'd immediately just accept some date from a guy I've never even talked to?" You dryly laugh out taking another sip.

"C'mon pretty thing, you know me. Your friendly neighborhood Hawks. The hottest, and most loved person you'll ever meet."

"Ah that's what you are, the hot, amazing, charming, hero to any and all." You scoffed

"The one and only."

You spent the rest of the night either playing hard to get, or annoyed at him. You couldn't exactly tell.

This carried on for months, every event you attended, he was right there on your heels like an abandoned, clingy puppy. He's even started patrolling with you.

"Say when are you gonna quit and just accept a date dollie?" He charmed up behind you.

"I'm at work, Hawks." Your boots cracked on the wet pavement as the last bits of rain desperately clung to the air.

"Why do you play so hard to get?" He questioned in a more serious tone. He was genuinely curious about you. "Most people would kill to have me begging for them, let alone after giving me to cold shoulder so many times." You could hear the upturn in his lips as he spoke.

"Why do you happen to find me the one person worth going for?" You retorted back.

"You interest me. There's very few people I'm genuinely curious about, but one of them's you, kid." He looked up into your eyes from the street. Something you'd never thought you'd see in Hawks' eyes was sincerity over such a topic. He genuinely wanted to know you.

".........Let's just say letting people in isn't my forte." You say quickly but with a slight hint of pain. You begin to walk off again and he doesn't question. He doesn't push you to tell him why. But you could see the way he processes your words on his face.

A bar, on a Thursday night, alone. How pathetic of you. Luckily you had no work tomorrow, a big mission the week before let them cut a couple weekends longer. As you downed your refill you questioned how many you've had.

"How long have I been here?" You whispered slightly to yourself before bringing it to your lips.

The warm rush reflow through your body as you let yourself fall to it. The bartender looked at you from the corner of his eye.

"I'm cutting you off for the night." He looks earnestly at you.

"Now that's not very nice there." You laugh back at him.

You pull out your phone and attempt to call some friends but lucky enough for you, you chose a night they were all at work to recklessly get drunk in the middle of the city. The only other contact you could think of was Hawks.

There's no way he'll pick up. He's gotta be busy. I could find literally anyone else to do it. You mutter in your brain as you go into his contact and start a call.

It rings twice before his voice calls out to you. "Hey this is hawks. ... (Y/h/n), are you there?"

Okay act cool and sober. "Heeeeyyy bird." Shit.

You could practically feel his shit eating grin across the phone. "You in need of a hero babe?"

"Can you please pick me up?" A whine took over your voice. You hated being drunk in front of people like him. That soft affectionate side seems to burst its way out when the alcohol takes control.

"Tell me where you are birdie." He said as you heard some ruffling. "(Bar name idk)." You rough out tiredly.

"Be right there angel." He called before hanging up.

You put the phone down on the counter and groaned. Why him? You try so hard to make sure you don't fall for people. They always end up like the last. You feel like they stop caring once they really meet you. Like they don't want the cake after the first bite.

Used, alone, and forgotten. It's a stabbing feeling that your used to. A feeling of burning heaviness in your stomach.

You sit slumped down onto the bar contemplating your feelings for the winged hero for awhile. Why can't emotions just be controlled?

"Hey-o!" You heard a voice from behind you break through the thoughts corrupting your mind. Hawks smiled and thanked the bartender before reaching his arms around you and helping you off the stool.

I didn't know he could be so gentle..

He walked you out the door and held your arms softly, but supportedly as he looked you in the face. "I'm gonna fly us okay? Don't wriggle to much." With that he picks you up and starts beating his wings.

"Hawks?" You call slurred and quiet.

"Yeah, kid?" He glances down at you with a light smile.

"What's your real name?"

"Well why would I tell you that when you refuse to tell me yours so often?" He chuckled.

"(Y/n) (y/l/n)"

"W..what?"

"My name. It's (Y/n) (y/l/n)." You replied back.

You could see the confusion of your open demeanor. But there was something else in his eyes. Something you couldn't put your finger on.

"Soooooooo....." you trailed off with a smile.

"Keigo Takami." He chortled at your ridiculous smile.

"That's a lot prettier than I thought it would be." You stared into his face. How could anyone not find him attractive. The perfect mix of facial hair, jawline, that dumb grin that was insanely attractive, those eyes that were the perfect gold.

"You're gorgeous, Keigo." You whisper more to yourself than him.

"And you apparently drank a lot more than I suspected." He tried to brush off but you could feel a bit more heat from his face.

"Here it is." He lands gingerly and places you down on the ground, wrapping his arm under your shoulder and holding onto the small of your back. "Let's get you in bed."

"Have you eaten today?" He calls after setting you on the couch and going to the kitchen to get you some water. You shake your head and he looks a little concerned but doesn't push it. He hasn't either so late take out it is.

"What do you want?" He looks to you above the old paper menu he has saved from a place not to far from here. "Cuddles." You pout looking through your phone.

"I meant for dinner (y/n)." He laughs at you. "Oooh that makes sense." You laugh too, "anything with noodles and shrimp, I reaaaaally like shrimp." You smile at him wholesomely as he looks at you with the same missing thing as earlier in his eyes.

He orders for the both of you then takes you to the bathroom and sits you on the counter with your bag. "Makeup remover?" He asked placing your bag on your lap. You pull out some individual wipes as he gentle pulls them from your fingers and moves the bag to the side.

He softly wipes at your face as you close your eyes and focus on the feeling of his hands. After wiping the makeup off he wipes down your face with water to make sure there's no remover left either.

"Beautiful. Now do you want to go watch something while we wait for the food?"

His eyes gleamed at you and it filled you with that feeling of admiration. He was being so considerate and kind. Nothing like you imagined. You were safe. Safe here with him by your side.

You placed a kiss to his cheek.

"(Y/nn)," he closed his eyes softly taking in the tingle of where your lips pressed. "You're drunk off your ass, baby. Lets get you fed and in bed, dear." You nod tiredly as he pulls you down from the counter.

You sit back down on his couch as he answers the door and takes the food. "Someone order shrimp?"

"Oooo!" You clap your hands rapidly and look to him excitedly. He giggles at you and hands you the food.

You sit and eat together. Talking about whatever comes to mind first and building on from wherever it wandered.

"So, what's your family like?" He asked innocently enough. "Eh." You brushed off. A subject you never liked was family.

"I get that." He tried to laugh but it seemed forced. "I was born with two parents and couldn't get a single one to even care about me." You laughed to him.

"Do you talk to them?" He looks like he wants your answer. Like he cares about what you say.

"I try not to. I cut them off when I was a teen, everyone blamed it on me being a dumb rebellious kid. No one ever tried to see what happened in those walls." You trailed off.

"Were you hurt?" He tilts his head as concern covers his features. "That's an understatement." You force a smile back at him and take a bite.

"I...I think I kinda understand what you feel in a way." You meet his eyes as they lazily traveled to the floor. His thoughts stiring from behind his pupils.

"No parent buddies?" You put out your hand for a fist bump. He laughs and fist bumps you, "Yeah, no parent buddies."

You lean a bit closer to him. "I'm sorry you were hurt. They didn't deserve the control they had over you." You went a bit more serious as you draw your eyes up to him.

"Im sorry for you too." He breathed out to you. "Now let's get you in bed." A smile took over as he moved your empty food package onto the table and picked you up.

"PUT ME DOWN KEIGO!" You laugh and softly hit your hands against him. He laughs with you then throws you onto the bed.

"Why am I on the bed?" You frown. "Why wouldn't you be?" He looks as he places your water on the night stand next to you.

"It's your bed."

"And I get to choose who sleeps in it."

He places a feather-light kiss on your temples then goes to the door.

"Keigo-" he turns, "cuddle me?"

"I'll clean up and be back here soon okay?" He smiles at you. "Okay"

After twenty minutes of struggling to keep yourself up you feel a weight press into the mattress, keeping some distance.

You roll up next to him and wrap yourself around him.

"Sweet dreams Keigo."

"Goodnight, (y/n)."

And there he was when you woke up. Right beside you. After awhile you got used to seeing his face when you woke up. Always being able to see the look in his eyes you tried so hard to put your finger on. The lovestruck stupid he was for you.

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the neon light's on me tonight

part 1 | part 2

or read on AO3

here I am, back on this bullshit again.  it's like y'all's enthusiasm is addictive, or something. <3

And yes, three chapters means it's playlist time.

(Thanks as always to @anarchist-billy for being the best beta. <3)

*

The January nighttime air is a shock, whiskey vapors and cigarette smoke and beer fumes cleared from Billy’s lungs in one bracing breath. Something about the cold is soothingly familiar—it mirrors the gnawing emptiness deep in his gut, soothes the constant itch beneath his skin. He takes another lungful, can practically feel the ice crystals forming inside his lungs.

Billy’s not drunk, not really—though not for lack of trying.  He shotgunned each beer and downed every shot somebody bought him, but the buzzing is still there, energy scrabbling in circles like the lyrics of that Ratt song playing on the bar’s jukebox. Between that and the icy fingers that creep under his collar and inside the corners of his leather jacket, what little comforting haze had dropped between him and the world is cleared away within moments.

Still.  It’ll be better soon enough.  He struts out the door, boots crunching on the gravel, gives an extra little swing to his hips for the sake of the man following him.  The weather is the perfect excuse for a quickie—it’s too goddamn cold even to stay out for a cigarette.  No names, no awkward small talk.  Just long enough to get off in the almost-dark beneath the bar’s window signs.  Long enough to feel gravel beneath his knees, to taste bitter salt at the back of his throat.  Long enough to quench the restlessness that vibrates through him, long enough to find his center, to keep up his front of self-preservation—

A pair of headlights clicks on, flooding the darkened space between the lot and the roadhouse where they’re standing.  Billy mutters a curse and throws up a hand to shield his eyes, wondering what kind of clueless asshole—and then something clicks in his mind as the door opens.  Even before the figure emerges, even before it stands silhouetted in its Members Only jacket (in this weather?) and that ridiculous hair and that fucking nailed baseball bat—well, Billy knows who it has to be.  Knows what he has to say.

“Am I dreaming or is that you, Harrington?”

But Steve doesn’t do the expected thing.  Doesn’t give the reply that by now might as well be their secret code for come kick my ass, or pound it, could go either way.  Instead, he walks towards Billy, knuckles tight around the grip of the bat.

“Who the hell is this?”  The question could’ve come from either of them—Steve, standing in front of him, or the nameless man behind him—a little taller, maybe, a little older, a little less hair product.  But the slightly-nasal tenor is the same, the fancy clothes, the flicker of assessing glance.  Like they only make one model of closeted queer in Indiana.  Or maybe it’s just the only one Billy likes.  

Fast cars.  Cigarettes.  Pretty rich boys.  Billy always seems to love the things that could destroy him.

“Aw, that’s sweet,” the man behind Billy says—Billy’s fairly sure it’s him this time, can practically feel the disdain emanating from behind him as the man looks over Steve.  “Your boyfriend drove all the way out here to defend your honor?”

“He ain’t my boyfriend.”  He isn’t, not even sort of—Harrington’s been avoiding him, after their last encounter, and for the sake of his own safety Billy had decided to take the hint. He takes a step forward, grabs Steve by the lapels, gives him a shove. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

Steve returns the favor, shoves Billy back.  “I need your help, jackass,” he says.  He tilts his chin up and to the right, moving his gaze over to Billy’s companion. “You realize he isn’t even eighteen?”

Billy’s punch lands right on Steve’s jaw.  It’s a bolt from the blue—no windup, no warning, just a swing and a connection, hard enough that Steve stumbles back.  Billy turns, already pasting on his most charming smile, opens his mouth, ready to spin some shit to repair the damage—

It’s too late.  The guy has his hands up, is backing away.  “Thanks, but no thanks. This is way too much drama for me.”  And with that he’s turning, going back—hair metal guitar solo spilling out briefly as the door opens, then shuts, leaving them out in the cold.

Billy stands for a moment.  Savors the heat that fills him—something like anger, something like lust, something completely different from both—whatever, it’s enough to drown out the buzzing, to give the scrabbling energy a much-needed outlet.  He turns back, smile still in place, eyes bright with coiled menace.  

“God, Hargrove.  You’re such an asshole.”  Steve’s standing by the car, holding a hand to his jaw, split lip oozing blood; the nail bat leans against the bumper next to him.  

“Born and bred, baby.”  Billy watches Steve, waits to see which way this is gonna fall.  If he knows what’s good for him, he’ll get in his car and drive right the hell away.  If he cares what’s good for Billy, he’ll man up and throw a punch in return—but he doesn’t, of course he doesn’t, because when has Steve Harrington ever been smart?  He only straightens.  Sneers a little.

“Look, do you want to help the kids out or not?  We could use some backup on this.”

“Oh, is that what’s going on?”  Billy can’t keep the sarcasm out of his voice—of all the pathetic, weak-ass excuses for his erstwhile hookup to cockblock him at the one fucking homo bar in the county—he stalks towards Steve.  “You drop me like a hot potato, not so much as a Christmas card, then one day you just decide to ruin my night because something came along that your little midnight chess club couldn’t handle?” Billy waits for the sidewise slide of the eyes, the backing down, the slinking away—all the shit Steve’s been pulling on him since November, that leaves Billy fuming.  But something tonight is changed, charged; Steve’s eyes narrow, and something in his eyes looks—delighted, almost.  As if he’s missed this fire as much as Billy has, as if the pit yawns in his gut the same way it does in Billy’s.  

Billy feels his heartbeat kick up a notch, feels the buzzing under his skin tune itself, become a humming, harmonizing with whatever electricity always seems to fill the space between them.  A power chord, the fifth to Steve’s tonic.

Oh fuck yes.  The King is out to play tonight.  

“You wanted to know what’s going on in this town.”  Steve’s hands find Billy’s hips, fingers curling in his belt loops.  “Now’s your chance, Hargrove.  If you’re not too chicken.” He gives a sort of half-smile, pulls him forward, pulls their crotches flush against each other, and goddamn if Steve isn’t halfway hard and getting harder.  Goddamn if Billy isn’t right there with him.  “Or would you rather just go at each other right here in the parking lot?  Your call—”

 “ksssssh—eve, you there?  Code re—kssssh—can’t find—over—”

Steve doesn’t take his eyes from Billy, but something in his expression changes—goes from seductive to steely.  He reaches back, grabs something from a belt clip—it’s one of those fucking walkie-talkies the kids are always using.  He uses his teeth to raise the antenna, brings it to his mouth.  “This is Steve.  What’s your position?”

The static hisses, breaking up the words—they must be right at the edge of its range.  “kssssh—odog—got Max—chasing—towards you—”

Billy feels his heart give a jump, much less pleasantly this time.  “What’s going on with Max?”

Steve steps back, his face grim.  “I don’t know, but if Dustin didn’t get after me for not saying ‘over’, it’s bad.”  He hits the button on the walkie.  “Do not engage.  Repeat, do not engage.  I’m on my way.  Over and out.”  A pause as he clips the walkie back on his belt, looks up to Billy’s face.  “Look, I’ve got to go.  I could use your help.  But you should know.”  His expression changes again, steel giving way to a—hollowness, almost.  Hauntedness, at a depth Billy wouldn’t have credited him with even a few minutes ago.  “Once you’re in, there’s no going back.”

He should be worried about Max.  Billy can feel it, practically etched into his forebrain.  Out of sheer self-preservation alone—if something’s happened to her, Neil will have his hide regardless of whether or not he was supposed to be watching out for her.

He should laugh this off.  Billy can feel it, deep in his gut.  The idea that this boy from podunk nowhere has something life-changing to show him is patently absurd.  He should throw another punch, maybe two, rough Harrington up a little.  Teach him not to mess with his personal life. It’d let the energy out another way—less satisfying, maybe, but just as sure. Billy realizes he’s starting to shiver, deep against his bones—soon enough it’ll take over his whole body, leave him visibly trembling. Thinks, for a moment, about the heat that he and Steve always seem to bring out in each other.  Remembers the way it roars through his veins, his muscles, drowning out everything, until the world is pure and breathless and beautiful—

“Just tell me one thing, Harrington.” He steps back, squares his shoulders.  Squelches the shivers that’re threatening to work their way up his spine.  “Whatever it is that we’re chasing—can we burn it?”

A smile slowly grows over Steve’s face.  A kingly sort of smile.  And Billy has to fight the sudden urge to drop to his knees right the fuck there in the parking lot.

Luckily, Steve moves.  Grabs his bat, crosses to the trunk.  Pops it.  Reaches in, and pulls out something long—Billy only sees it in shadow until Steve tosses it to him, until he catches it by reflex, feels the uneven weight, sees the dinged red paint on the head.  An axe.

“Get in,” Steve says, opening the driver’s side door.  “We’re gonna start ourselves a fire.”

#harringrove #my writing #billy hargrove #steve harrington #stranger things #too young to fall in love

[hollyxqx]

LOVER, LEAVER  //  JIMIN  //  05

↪ PAIRING: Reader/Park Jimin (initially reader/Jungkook) ↪ SUMMARY: There’s only so much cheating you can take from your boyfriend when he’s on tour before you take matters in to your own hands. ↪ WORD COUNT: 8.3k

↪ WARNINGS: mentions of addiction/drugs, alcohol abuse, there’s FLUFF people can you believe it, jimin is a slight rich bitch in this lol, a baby is born, slight smut

01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | FINAL

Jimin very kindly and patiently lets you vent your concerns about Jungkook to him. You know you're rambling, you know it's not Jimin's duty to listen to fret over your ex-boyfriend but he does anyway, and without complaint. Jimin merely holds you tightly, nodding and offering encouraging agreement when needed. He cares about Jungkook too and you know your worries are shared.

 Your eyes spill with tears and he wipes them away without question. How are you so lucky to have someone as understanding as him? Jimin doesn't protest or tell you to stop; instead he tells you he appreciates how compassionate you are. When you're finished with your tirade you thank him over and over again until he shushes you with a kiss.

The sofa you're curled up on with him creaks as he stands, reluctantly pulling away from you. He returns after a few moments with some tea for you both and it's so kind it makes your heart ache. You accept it from him with a mumbled thank you.

Taehyung, a former stranger turned roommate of three days, enters your apartment as you set your cup back down. Jimin peers over his shoulder as Taehyung removes his outdoor clothing and shoes. He stiffens beside you. The arrangement is still new and you can sense there is something going on inside Jimin's head. Taehyung waves and shouts hello to you both upon seeing on the sofa before disappearing inside the kitchen. 

Taehyung is a video editor for a local news station and works absurd hours, you've noticed. In the short time you've lived together your paths have only crossed a handful of times.

You return his greeting with feigned cheerfulness and look back to Jimin, his lips press together in a stern line. "What?" You ask, sensing his hesitancy. To your confusion, he looks uncomfortable.

"Nothing." He shakes his head dismissively and looks away. His own tea is still untouched.

"Wanna stay over tonight?" You ask after another sip of tea. Jimin nods, eyes anywhere but you.

Jimin heads straight for your bedroom after that, obviously expecting you to follow. It's late and he wants to retire to bed you assume. However you head in to the kitchen to catch up with your new house mate. Taehyung is nice, thoughtful and so far, a good person to share a living space with. Although the only other boy you've ever lived with was Jungkook so you don't have much room for comparison.

"How was work?" You ask casually, leaning against the doorframe. Taehyung eats like a horse and he's already biting into a cereal bar whilst stacking a mountain of ingredients atop the counter.

"Good!" He mumbles, catching some of the food that spills out of his mouth as he tries to smile. He swallows. "How are you?"

"Fine. Jimin's here by the way. Do you mind if he stays overnight?" You ask. Jimin has never stayed over while Taehyung has been home and you don't want to be disrespectful.

"He's your boyfriend of course not." Taehyung shrugs, kicking the fridge shut with his foot. You eye his potential meal and wonder how he remains so slim. He must work out a ton. "I've got noise cancelling headphones." He flashes you a boxy grin over his shoulder as he begins to prep his food.

"He's not my - He's not..." You stammer quietly, blushing at the comment. Jimin and you have made nothing official. If Taehyung senses your awkwardness he says nothing. "We're not animals Taehyung, we'll be quiet. I just wanted to give you a heads up."

"Appreciate it, roomie. You guys heading to bed? Can I watch the big TV?" He asks.

"It's all yours roomie." You laugh a little. "Goodnight."

Taehyung bids you goodnight and you head to your own bedroom, where Jimin is waiting. When you enter inside he's standing with his back to you, shirtless as he undoes his belt. The sound of the door opening he doesn't even turn to face you, merely continues getting ready for bed.

"Just wanted to let Tae know you're spending the night." You murmur as you pace over, ghosting a gentle hand against his skin.

"Oh, ok." He responds quietly.

"I'm working tomorrow, so we're going to have to get up early." You sigh.

"That's fine."

"Can I wear this to bed?" You ask hopefully, picking up Jimin's discarded tee. It smells like his cologne, it's comforting. He nods. You notice he's still acting rather stiff and unusual but you're not sure why. "Thanks Jiminie."

He slips under the duvet first, while you crawl in behind him, wearing nothing but his shirt and a thong. He lies on his back, one arm behind his head. You reach across him to flick the bedside lamp off. Even in the moonlight you can see a worried expression twisting his beautiful features.

"There's something on your mind." You state, just above a whisper. You rest your head against his warm chest and loosely throw and arm across his waist.  Normally he'd nuzzle into you but his position remains unchanged.

"It's nothing." You're not sure if he even convinces himself, voice thick and quiet, something heavy underlying his words.

"You can talk to me, about anything." You assure. There's a palpable tension weighing in the room as Jimin hesitates. You can feel the tension in his body, muscles constricting slightly underneath you. He inhales as if he's about to speak but lets out a long breath instead. "Is it Jungkook? Have I been going on too much about him?"

"No." Jimin is quick to firmly interject. "No." He repeats, softer. "It's Taehyung."

Surely you hear him incorrectly. "Taehyung?" You repeat incredulously, propping yourself up to see his face, hoping this is some kind of joke. It's so absurd you almost want to laugh.

He looks at you with a frown. "Yes. It's stupid. It's nothing. Nevermind."

You soften at his words. "Your feelings are not nothing to me, Jimin."

He runs a distressed hand through his long locks. "I'm being jealous and irrational. I hate it."

"Of Taehyung? Why does Tae of all people make you jealous? I just sat and cried about my ex boyfriend to you!" You tease, hoping to at least coax a little smile from him. It doesn't work.

"Well, look how me and you got started..." He trails off, almost if he knows how awful that thought is to voice aloud.

"Jimin," You're wounded, a visceral sting within your ribcage. "Don't throw that in my face. That's not fair."

“I’m sorry! That came out weird.” He groans, frustrated at the sight of your hurt expression. 

“You don’t trust me.” You point out.

He shakes his head. “I do. I told you I’m being irrational.”

“Then what’s the big deal with Taehyung?! Tell me and I can make you feel better. There is literally zero reason to feel jealousy towards my roommate.” 

He seems reluctant to explain, dragging his bottom lip between his teeth, eyes locked with yours. “I know how this story ends.” He sighs. You raise a brow at him. “He’s a nice guy, you’re a nice girl. You’ll get really close, you’ll hang out all the time since you live together, then one day you and I will have a big argument, and who will be around to pick up the pieces? Taehyung.”

“- Jimin,”

“ - Who are you going to bitch about me to when you’re mad? Taehyung. He’s single right? What will stop him from making a move on you? And if you’re mad at me you might let him. Look what happened with -” He cuts himself short but you both know the word ‘Jungkook’ was about to slip out.

He looks away guiltily.

You nod quietly absorbing the information. It’s understandable, albeit borderline crazy, that Jimin feels this way. He’s not perfect, he has insecurities like everyone else but there’s two things you have gathered from this conversation. One; Jimin is a lot more sensitive than you first thought and two; he isn’t as easy going about Jungkook as he appears.

“I understand why you would think that.” You want to be assuring but your voice sounds so small. You know there is no real defence for your infidelity. Jimin looks worried, anticipating what you’ll say next. “I do think you’re getting a little ahead of yourself, I’ll be honest.”

“I know. I’m just scared.” He admits.

That takes you by surprise. “Scared of what?”

“Of losing you. Again.”

“Again?” 

“This is so embarrassing,” He laughs a little but it’s humourless. “All I do is make myself look more pathetic huh? It’s no secret I’ve liked you since the day we met.”

“That doesn’t make you pathetic, jiminie.” You squeeze his hand affectionately. “It’s sweet.”

“But I’d lost you to Kook, and then when I finally had you, even though it wasn’t how I imagined, you told me you didn’t want me.”

“That’s not strictly true.” You chastise.

“You know what I mean.” He reaches out to cup your face, a delicate thumb rests on the apples of your cheek. “Things are going well now. I don’t want a repeat of history.”

“I would never do anything behind your back. You’re not Jungkook, and I’m not that person anymore.” Your words are firm, because they’re true and you mean them wholeheartedly.

“If you’re not happy. Ever, about anything, tell me.” Jimin murmurs as he pulls you close for a kiss. 

“I promise I will. It’s different this time,” You whisper against his lips.

***

From: Kim Namjoon Hoseok found Jungkook. He’s fine, unhurt, just drunk and kind of emotional. He’s holing up @ Hoseok’s place until the trial date.

No news is definitely not good news when it comes to Jungkook, so even though this information is hard to hear you’re glad he is at least safe. Hoseok has always been the most responsible one out of Jungkook’s circle of friends. You know he’s likely there against his will but maybe thats for the best.

From: Y/N Thank you for letting me know. Namjoon be really careful, he’s probably going to be having withdrawal. He’s been shooting up. I don’t know what but keep his phone away from him and make sure Hoseok has his doctor’s number.

From: Kim Namjoon I know. I noticed the track marks too. Ill tell hoeseok and keep you updated. 

Your head is pounding as you flop back against the pillow, tossing your phone somewhere on the bed. Jimin is sleeping soundly beside you and you wish to join him again but you know your alarm is going to ring in thirty minutes anyway. You doubt you’d get much rest in that time.

The early hours of the morning are always where you do your best overthinking. You wonder if Jungkook would have ended up on this path if it wasn’t for you. It’s likely. Maybe you just accelerated it. Maybe his lifestyle is the real culprit here. Maybe it was his fate all along.

As you stare blankly into the blue early morning hue of the room all you can hope is that this will be a turning point for everyone, especially Jungkook. 

***

It’s on what you anticipate to be a regular boring Thursday when you receive two shocking pieces of news, almost within a few minutes of one another.

Firstly, the most recent job interview you had attended (for a role that seemed too good to be true, but Jimin convinced you to go anyway and on shaky, unprepared legs you went.) had left a very eager voicemail for you while you’d been waiting tables. Your hands shook as you played and replayed the message. You almost thought you were imagining the praise they were giving you.

They wanted you. Not for the role you initially applied for but as an assistant to one of their mid level designers. It was probably better for you anyway and you returned the call to accept the offer immediately. 

The second call comes from Namjoon of all people and it’s with your heart thundering in your chest you answer, fearing the worst.

His voice is equal parts breathless and terrified, as if he’s walking very quickly somewhere. After getting him to slow down eventually you’re able to understand the message he’s trying to convey. Hyerin is in labour. It’s still a week and a half before her due date so the news definitely comes as a surprise.

You let out a long sigh of relief. It’s happy news. 

He informs you that it’s still early stages, they’re at the hospital however so you know the baby is going to be here soon. It feels surreal and you’re not even the person who is going to be a parent in a few hours. Namjoon promises to call you as soon as he can (Hyerin’s request) and you shoo him off the phone so you can call Jimin.

“It’s been a wild day and it’s not even lunchtime yet.” Jimin laughs once you relay the news. “I’m so happy for you butterfly. You’ve worked so hard.”

You can’t stop the smile that spreads across your face at his sincerity. “Wouldn’t have been able to do it without you.” And that’s the truth.

***

Jimin arranges a celebratory dinner in your honour later that evening. He implores you to wear something nice and you can hear the glint of mischief in his voice. “Promise me nothing too upmarket or expensive Jimin.” You warn but he just laughs and assures you be ready for him to pick you up later.

You slip on a nice dress that’s slit dangerously high up on your thigh and some heels, a lot more chic than you normally would wear for a date with Jimin. His initial reaction when you swing open the front door makes you feel beautiful.

He looks dapper himself, dressed in an extremely well tailored suit, the top few buttons exposing the jewellery around his neck. He looks every bit the successful artist he is.

Several times in the car you ask him where he’s taking you but Jimin remains coy and cryptic, shushing you with a knowing smile. You’re paying attention to the route he’s taking but you’re unfamiliar with the area you’re in. Eventually the car comes to a stop in front of a high end japanese restaurant.  

“Huh.” You hum, eyes raking the building as he opens the car door for you. “I love Japanese food.”

“I know, I remembered.” Jimin grins tapping the side of his temple while extending an arm for you. You grip on to the crook of his elbow. “This place is the next best thing to actually going to Japan.”

After being seated on the upper level of the restaurant, a private table in the corner with an incredible view of the city you can’t help but feel out of your depth. “Can you tell I don’t normally come to places like this?” You joke.

“Of course not.” He smiles. 

“I would have been happy wherever we went, y’know. Even if it was Subway”

“I know,” He playfully rolls his eyes. “I recently sold one of my paintings at auction and made more money than I ever have in my career. Let me treat my favorite lady Next time you can treat me to a meatball sub.”

“Deal.” 

“Any word from Namjoon or Hyerin?” He asks, taking a sip of the crimson liquid in his glass.

“No,” You sigh. “I’m excited for them! They don’t even know what sex the baby is.”

“I bet it’s a girl.” Jimin smiles.

“No, it’s a boy. I can feel it. You can tell by the shape of the bump.” 

Jimin quirks a questioning brow at you. “Sorry, Doctor Y/N. I forgot about your expertise for a moment.” He says sarcastically.

“Apology accepted.” You play along.

“Let’s make a bet. If it’s a girl, I win. If it’s a boy, you win.”

“What’s at stake?” You question.

“If I win…” He pauses for a moment in thought. “You have to model for me.”

“For a painting?”

“Or a drawing.” He shrugs. 

“And if I’m right?” You pry.

“You can say I told you so as much as you want.” He replies and you roll your eyes. It’s hardly a fair bet. 

“No, if i'm correct you have to watch whatever movie I want for the next month.”

“Fine. Cruel but fair.” 

“Deal!”

As expected the meal is wonderful, and you feel spoiled beyond belief, especially when Jimin toasts to you with a glass of probably the most expensive wine you’ve ever had. After dinner, instead of returning to the car he links your fingers together and pulls you in the opposite direction, citing he needs to walk off the glass of wine he had before he drives anywhere.

Jimin guides you to a nearby river that you can’t remember the name of. At night it’s lit up beautifully, the twinkling lights of the cityscape behind it only adding to the view. The weather is almost perfect and you feel utterly content. 

He cages your body with his as he stands behind you, arms looping around your waist, hugging your body tightly to his. “I had such a nice time with you, butterfly.” He murmurs against your neck, before placing a few open mouthed kisses against your skin. A dreamy sigh escapes your parted lips. “Mmm, you smell so good.”

“Thank you for tonight Jimin. It was perfect.” You twist in his arms until you’re chest to chest. His eyes sparkle, reflecting the scenery behind you. His eyes lock with yours as if you’re the only thing in the universe.

Soft lips brush against yours as you cling tightly to him. Jimin’s hands slide underneath your jacket touching the bare skin of your back. He moans quietly into the kiss. “Fuck, I want to take you home.”

“Want you to take me home.” You smirk, raking your hands down his chest. He bites his lip.

“I have a gift for you first though.”

“Jimin,” You whine. “You’ve done more than enough for me.”

“Never.” He teases, stealing a few more kisses from you. 

By the time you’re back at the car, Jimin is sober enough to drive and grinning like a cheshire cat. You eye him with a quirked brow. He unlocks the car with a chirp before striding to the trunk and popping it open. “Why do you look like you’re up to something?”

“Me?” He feigns innocence, clutching dramatically at his chest as if you’ve hurt him deeply. “Get in the car.” He instructs, sensing your hesitation.

You hold his playful stare for a moment before giving in and climbing into the passenger side.

The car obstructs most of the view, so you can’t see what he’s up to, although it doesn’t stop you from trying. Only a moment later he’s sliding into the driver’s side, a large pastel pink, flat rectangle box in one hand. You don’t miss the black lace bow holding the gift together. You know exactly what it’s contents are.

“Jimin…” 

“For you.” He gives you a sly smile as he hands over the box.

Carefully you unwrap the packaging, revealing some of the most beautiful lingerie you’ve ever seen. “Oh my god.” You gasp. “This is…wow. Oh my god! It’s Agent Provocateur for crying out loud!  It’s stunning. You must be broke after tonight.”

He laughs while you ramble on about how stunning the lacy garment is. “I’m glad you like it.”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you.” You lean across the console pecking Jimin enthusiastically several times on the cheek.

“You’re welcome, sweetheart.” He says gently. “I love seeing you happy.”

“I’m assuming the intention is for me to wear this...for you?” You suggest with a smirk. 

“I said no such thing.”

“So, essentially. This is a gift for Jimin. I haven’t forgotten about your little lingerie kink.”

His blush is noticeable even in the dim streetlight. “Lingerie on you.” He corrects. “You don’t have to wear it for me. I just know you like that sort of thing.”

“How did you even know what size I am?” You query. 

“Um,” Jimin, scratches the back of his neck and laughs at himself. “I may have checked the tags on your underwear.”

“Ah. sneaky.” You tease, kissing him once more. “Take me to your place before I beg you to fuck me right here, right now.”

Jimin’s eyes widen in surprise, wondering whether you're being serious or not, no doubt. But he listens anyway and does as you ask, turning the key in the ignition before peeling out of the parking space.

***

Several hours later, as you’re both about to turn in for the night, you receive the text you have eagerly been anticipating the entire day. Hyerin has given birth to a healthy, baby girl. 

You nudge Jimin who is on the verge of sleep beside you, spent from the evening, heavy eyelids blinking slowly as he struggles to stay awake. “Hmm?” He mumbles

“It’s a baby girl. Look.”

It takes a minute to register in his mind exactly what you’re talking about before his eyes shoot open, mouth formed in a perfect ‘o’. You thrust your phone screen towards him, a picture of the newborn on display. “Cute.” He yawns. 

“Isn’t she?” You hum in agreement, smiling down at the image. “She looks like Hyerin.”

“She’s only a few hours old, she doesn’t look like anyone yet.” Jimin laughs.

“Look at her eyes and tell me that’s not Hyerin!” You defend.

“Are we just going to pretend I didn’t win the bet?” He reminds you, pulling you close to him as soon as you put your phone away. “You owe me, butterfly.”

You nuzzle into the crook of his neck, feeling safe and secure. You can’t help but smile into his skin. “Just let me know when and where you want me.”

“How about this weekend?” He suggests, stroking your hair. “At my studio?”

“Sounds perfect.” 

***

It’s only a few days later you find yourself, along with Jimin, at Namjoon and Hyerin’s apartment. Excitement bubbles in your chest at the prospect of meeting their new arrival. You’ve never really been crazy about children, however something about having witnessed the growth of this infant since day one has created a special  connection with her. 

“Here she is,” Hyerin gives you an exhausted smile, handing the bundle of yellow blankets over to you. The tiny face of a newborn peeking out from underneath, dark hair poking out at the top of the blankets. She seems impossibly tiny. Gently you cradle her, carefully because she looks so fragile and new you can’t quite believe it. 

“Nice to meet you beautiful girl.” You coo, unable to stop a wide smile from forming on your face. Jimin sits next to you, an arm slung over the back of the couch, leaning forward so he can see her too. “It’s Auntie y/n.”

She blinks up at you owlishly and it’s amazing to you how intently she’s focusing on your face. You don’t even know if someone her age can register a face yet but it still feels magical. 

“I think she recognises your voice.” Hyerin points out, smiling at the pair of you. “She’s heard it enough over the past few months.”

“Is that even possible?” You blink in surprise.

“According to some of the stuff I’ve read, yeah.” Hyerin nods. 

“Does she have a name yet?” Jimin asks, eyes never leaving the baby.

“We’re still not sure,” Namjoon answers. “We were thinking Yeona, maybe.”

“It means beautiful baby. Or heart of gold.” Hyerin laughs. “It fits, no?”

“Definitely.” You breathe. “Hello Yeona.” You sing-song to see if she reacts, but she merely yawns earning a laugh from the room. “Message received, pretty girl.”

Her eyes start to flutter shut and you place the pacifier Hyerin hands to you into her small mouth. It doesn’t take long for her to fall asleep in your arms while you rock her gently. 

“You’re stuck with her now, y/n.” Namjoon laughs. “It’s not good to wake a sleeping baby, you know. Sit tight so Hyerin and I can go nap for four hours.”

“Joonie!” Hyerin scolds with a laugh. He was only joking of course. 

“No offense, but both of you look like you could use it.” Jimin quips. 

“You’re telling me,” Namjoon groans. “She sleeps a lot at the moment, but honestly, i’m just in a constant state of worry for her wellbeing. 24/7. I haven’t relaxed even for a second in days”

“Me too.” Hyerin agrees. “Top that off with my recovery from the birth and I feel like a zombie.”

“It’ll be worth it.” You say sincerely. Namjoon and Hyerin share a look, the kind of secret exchange two people in love would have. It brings you so much happiness to see them thriving together. Silence falls between the four of you but it isn’t awkward or uncomfortable. Everyone is at ease.

A vibrating sound buzzes, followed by a shrill ring, interrupting the peace. Your phone is ringing from your handbag that sits at your feet. “Ah, I can’t get that. Jimin can you see who it is? It might be work, I don’t want to miss another call from them.”

Jimin reaches for your cellphone and his face falls at the caller id. He says nothing, merely showing you the screen that reads ‘Jeon Jungkook incoming call’. He hasn’t contacted you directly once since the breakup. A knot forms in the pit of your stomach. This can’t be good.

“I’ll call them back later.” You tell Jimin with a shake of your head. You don’t want to be the person that ruins this evening. Tactfully picking up on your tone, he silences the call before slipping his phone back into your bag. 

***

Hyerin is putting the baby down for the night whilst Namjoon, you and Jimin have some coffee. Finally having your arms back to yourself you check your phone, only to feel horrified at the sheer amount of notifications. All from Jungkook. 

“I need to go make a call,” You announce standing up. Jimin looks at you, worry flashing in his eyes. “I’ll be right back.”

You don’t wait for a response, choosing to instead quickly slip out the front door and into the hallway of their complex, shutting it quietly behind you. You press Jungkook’s name on your call list and wait.

It rings out, before going to voicemail. You try again.

And again. 

And again.

And again until he answers on the seventh call. “Baaabyy.” He’s drunk and barely coherent. “I’m outside your apartment. Let me in.”

Fuck. 

“Jungkook, I’m not home right now.” You say firmly, praying that Taehyung isn’t home either. He shouldn’t have to deal with this, it’s not what he signed up for when he agreed to be your roommate. 

“Where are you? Are you at Jimin’s place?” He spits. 

“No I’m with Namjoon and Hyerin.” You sigh. “I’m on my way home though. Where is Hoseok?”

“Hoseok tried to lock me up like a fucking prisoner. I don’t give a fuck where he is.”

Exasperated, you pinch the bridge of your nose between your thumb and forefinger, inhaling a deep breath. It’s frustrating to remain calm with someone who is so clearly self sabotaging. “Kook, I’m gonna come get you okay. Will you wait for me?”

“Of course baby. I’ll be - “ He hiccups. “Right here.”

“Don’t go anywhere.” You warn. “I won’t be long.”

You hurry back inside to find Jimin and Namjoon laughing about something, but as soon as their eyes land on you it dies away. “Is everything okay?” Jimin is quick to ask.

“We have to go.” You reply bluntly, cutting straight to the chase. “Jungkook is wasted, hanging outside my apartment, begging to be let in.”

“Christ.” Namjoon groans. “Where was Hoseok? He was keeping an eye on him. Apparently he was completely sober the last few days!”

“I don’t know but I can’t leave Jungkook wandering around shit-faced like that.” You share his frustration. “I’m sorry Namjoon. Tell Hyerin I’m sorry and I’ll call her later.”

Namjoon can only nod as you and Jimin scramble your things together and rush out the door.

***

Taehyung texts you on the drive over. You breathe a sigh of small relief when you realise he’s at work and won’t be home until the small hours of the morning. Still, you don’t intend to risk your living situation so Jimin agrees that the best course of action is to take Jungkook to his place. Jimin lives alone, it’s the easiest option.

“Should I come with you? Or do you want me to wait here?” Jimin asks as he parks the car. 

“Stay here for now. I think he might get angry if he sees you.” You head hurts already at the prospect of dealing with that drama. Jimin gives you a solemn look before giving you the okay. 

Walking up the stairs and down the hallway to your apartment, your stomach twists with dread, anticipating the condition you might find Jungkook in. You take a deep breath as you round the final corner. Thankfully, it’s not as bad as you had expected. 

Jungkook, adorned in his trademark all black outfit, sits on the floor. His back is pressed flush against the wall opposite your front door. A hood covers most of his face and his arms are crossed on his chest, legs sprawled out in front of him. He almost looks like he’s sleeping.

“Jungkook?” You ask gently, crouching down beside him. He stirs slightly. You push the hood off his face and brush some of his long hair away from his eyes. “Kookie.” You repeat.

His eyes slowly flutter open and it takes a few seconds for him to focus on you. “Baby.” He grins lopsidedly, fumbling to hold you. It’s an awkward embrace given that you're not in the right position for a hug right now. 

“Do you want to stand up for me?” You’re unsure how to approach telling him he’s going to Jimin’s, so for right now trepidation and caution is key. Jungkook nods. He slings an arm around your shoulder, while you slide one around his waist, letting him lean on your for support. 

“Are we going inside now?” He mumbles. “...m’tired.”

“We can’t, My roommate is home.” You lie. 

“Roommate?” Jungkook frowns. “Jimin?”

“Taehyung.” You correct.

“Who the fuck is that?” 

“Come on, my car is downstairs, we’re going somewhere else.” You avoid his question, and he seems momentarily satisfied with your answer. “Let’s walk to the elevator.”

He doesn’t remove his arm from your shoulders as you make your way out of the building. “Are you mad at me baby?” He asks, slumping against you in the elevator. 

“No. I’m not.” It’s the truth, you’re not angry. Above anything and everything  you’re concerned for him.

Jimin spots you walking out the building and immediately springs up and out of the driver's seat to help you. He appears at the side of the car, opening the door to the backseat. “I’m not going anywhere with him.” Jungkook snarls, pointing obnoxiously at Jimin. 

“Kookie, kookie, please - “ You beg.

“NO! You’ll take me to Hoseok’s or rehab. No.” He yells.

“I promise we won’t, Jungkook.” Jimin assures him quietly. “You can just crash at my apartment. We won’t tell Hoseok if you don’t want us to.”

Jungkook looks down cautiously at you, as if he can gauge whether Jimin is serious or not by your expression. He sways a little as he stands. “Baby girl,” he sighs dramatically. “I don’t want to go.”

“Please,” You say quietly. “I don’t want to leave you by yourself right now.”

“You want me?” He asks, his intoxicated brain clearly misinterpreting your words. That’s not exactly what you meant but if it will get him in the car and on the way to safety you’ll agree to almost anything. 

“Of course. Come get in.”

He hesitates for a minute, but lets you bundle him in the car anyway. As you go to close the door, he grabs your wrist. “Noooo,” He whines. “Sit in the back with me.”

“Jungk - “

“Sit with me or I’m not going.” 

You exchange a glance with Jimin who looks unhappy but nods, encouraging you to just continue playing along. When you slip into your side, Jungkook hastily and roughly pulls you into the middle of the backseat, then wraps his arms around you. 

“Jungkook,” You warn, attempting to push his arms away.

“You said you’d sit with me.” He pouts, burying his face into your neck. You sigh, accepting defeat, mouthing ‘I’m sorry’ to Jimin when your eyes meet in the rear view mirror. He shakes his head ‘don’t worry’ he mouths back. 

Jungkook soon falls asleep on your shoulder. His grip on you slackens a little. Using this as an opportunity you slowly roll one sleeve up his arm. In the light of the passing street lamps it’s hard to tell but there doesn’t appear to be any track marks. From his behaviour tonight he didn’t seem high; only inebriated. A threadbare silver lining, you suppose.

By the time all three of you have made it inside of Jimin’s apartment, Jungkook is just about completely blacked out. Together you and Jimin place him on the sofa. Jimin has a luxury corner couch so it’s basically like a small bed anyway. You help him out of his shoes while Jimin fetches some water and a bucket, knowing Jungkook’s tendendancy for vomiting after alcohol.

“I’m sorry,” Jungkook sounds emotional, but you know it’s the liquor talking. You perch on the side of the couch beside him. 

“It’s alright.” You say kindly. “Why did you drink so much tonight?”

“I’m not allowed to do drugs, so may as well get drunk.” He grumbles, rubbing at his eyes.

You shake your head at his ridiculous logic. It’s quiet as you wait for Jimin to return, and by the time he has Jungkook is once again unconscious. As if by muscle memory from having done it so many times before, you make sure he’s laying on his side, so he doesn’t die if he vomits in his sleep.

Jimin sets down the bucket and water next to Jungkook. “Thank you.” Your voice is hoarse. 

It’s silent as you head to Jimin’s bedroom together. Emotionally you feel drained. How long does this pattern with Jungkook have to repeat before something changes? Inevitably it will take its toll. Not just on Jungkook himself, not just your relationship, but every one in your social group. It hurts to see Jungkook so out of control. He always used to be so outgoing. So free. So happy.

Robotically you go through the motions of your bedtime routine, as does Jimin. Without asking, you grab his shirt to wear to bed. You finish changing before him and watch as he rakes through a drawer, pulling on a pair of pyjama pants. 

You’re so lucky to have him. After everything you’ve put him through, he’s been nothing but supportive. It’s so different to how you felt about Jungkook. That all consuming passion you and Jungkook had burns bright but fades quickly. How you feel about Jimin has been a slow, steady burn. It feels authentic. Stable. Real.

“Jimin.” You begin quietly. 

“Hm?” He climbs into bed next to you. “Are you okay?”

“I just wanted you to know, you’re an amazing person for doing this tonight. I don’t know many people who would go to the lengths you have for Jungkook, or for me.” You breathe, suddenly feeling very nervous. He squeezes you a little tighter. “I love you Jimin.”

“Uh - “ He pulls away, looking flustered and immediately your stomach drops. Maybe he has changed his mind.

“Oh god! I’m sorry, I stupidly  just assumed you’d still be in the same place as before, and I know i’ve kept you waiting for so long. Fuck, Jimin, I’m sorry, really - “

He silences your overthinking with a press of his lips against yours. “I love you too.”

Jimin is smiling now, his big eyes almost closed with how hard he’s grinning. 

“It’s a weird time to say it huh?” You laugh, kissing him again. “I don’t think I’ve ever loved you as much as I do at this moment.” You hide your face against his chest, feeling shy from your admission. His chest vibrates as he chuckles.

“I love you, I love you so much butterfly.”

“I love you. We took a long route to get here, but I’m glad we did.”

“Does this mean we’re together now? Officially? I overheard you panic when Taehyung referred to me as your boyfriend.” Jimin teases. You were not aware he heard that.

“Yes. I’m all yours.” You smile into his shirt.

 He kisses the top of your head. You fall asleep in his embrace not long afterwards.

***

The digital bedside clock reads 5:03am when you jolt awake. Unsure of what startled you, you listen carefully for a noise but all that can be heard is your own heartbeat thrumming in your ears with Jimin’s soft breathing in the background.

You roll over as best you can because he’s still clinging to you (although your positions have changed) even in slumber. You press a kiss to his cheek, watching him fondly for a few moments. His perfect mouth is parted slightly and his hair is adorably messy.

Suddenly you recall Jungkook passed out in the living room. Not that you forgot about him per say, you were just distracted by Jimin for a moment. Quietly you tip toe out of the bedroom and down the hall.

Jungkook is still in almost exactly the same position as he was when you left him several hours ago. As silently as you can you sit down next to him, just to make sure he’s okay. Evidently he’s not as deep asleep as you’d presumed because his eyes flutter open at the weight of your body sinking down on to the couch.

“y/n.” He croaks at the sight of you. “Where am I? Is this your place?” He coughs a few times, his voice hoarse from lack of use.

You forgot he had never been to Jimin’s new apartment. Jimin had moved after everything went down. No wonder the surroundings were unfamiliar. He probably didn’t remember much from the previous night either. 

“This is Jimin’s apartment.” For some reason you feel guilty admitting that. “Are you thirsty? Can I get you anything?”

“What?” He sits up on his elbows, looking around the room. “Did he move?” You nod. “Oh…”

“Do you remember much from last night?” You ask nervously.

“Ahhh, kind of,” He looks embarrassed, eyes darting away. “I remember wanting to see you. Going to your house. Vaguely remember hugging you in the car. That’s about it.”

“Where was Hoseok? Last I heard you were staying with him. Namjoon said you were sober.” 

“Hobi’s girlfriend broke her ankle so he took her to hospital. I snuck out, even though I promised Hobi I wouldn’t.” Jungkook has the decency to look ashamed. “I am sober….I was at least. I haven’t done drugs in a long time. I guess I just got cabin fever.”

“That’s understandable,” You sigh. “You shouldn’t drink if you get in such a state. What if you had driven again!? How did you even make it to my apartment last night?”

“Walked.” He shrugs. 

“Jungkook.” You hide your face behind your palms when you feel the tears begin to burn in your eyes. He doesn’t say anything. You feel him shuffle a little and then wrap his arms around you in a hug. 

“Don’t cry.” He whispers. 

“I can’t keep doing this. You need to get help.” You choke back a sob. “Why won’t you?”

His hold on you tightens. “I’m scared. I’m ashamed. I’m supposed to be a fun, party guy. Not an addict.”

Gently you push him away. “There is nothing wrong with needing help Jungkook. From the outside, it appears as if you desperately need it. What can I say to convince you?”

“I…”

“I’ll do anything. I’ll drive you anywhere, Jimin will drive you anywhere. God knows Hoseok, Namjoon and Yoongi will do anything for you. Take you to AA meetings, therapy, anything. Just tell me what, Jungkook, and I’ll do it.”

“Will everyone think less of me? Will you think less of me?” He asks quietly, taking you aback. “You hate me now. I was awful to you when we were together.”

“No. If anything I’d think more highly of you. It’s infinitely more difficult to take control than it is to lose it.” A lone tear escapes. “In regards to us? We weren’t compatible Kookie, but I loved you very much.”

“I still love you. I think I always will. I’m sorry I fucked up.”

“It’s done. There’s nothing we can do about the past. I’m sorry too. Obviously I care about you, which is why I’m trying my best to help.”

Jungkook nods slowly, processing everything you’ve just explained. 

 “I’ll do it.” He says with certainty.

“Jungkook,” You desperately want to get your hopes up, he sounds so sure.

“If you help me.”

“Of course.”

“Jimin won’t mind? I know you’re together now.” He asks. Jungkook doesn’t look angry, or even hurt. It’s worse. He looks sad. 

“Jimin loves you Jungkook, regardless of everything that’s transpired. I know he won’t mind.”

“Okay.” He replies quietly.

“Stay here for the rest of the day. I’ll make you food, and we can figure out what is the right help for you. I know you felt pressured before but we’ll find what is best for you. You don’t have to do anything against your will. Sound good?” You ask.

“Thank you.” He mumbles meekly. 

“It’s still early. Get some sleep.” You give him a small smile before you stand up and leave.

***

Once you return to the privacy of Jimin’s room, you get back into bed. Your boyfriend rouses at the sound of the door clicking shut, which you’re thankful for because you would feel guilty waking him. “Hey beautiful.” He says sleepily. “Where’d you go?”

“I was checking on Jungkook.” You explain. “We need to help him Jimin.”

“I know.” He sits up a little in bed, yawning. 

“He promised he would take this seriously. Only if I help him.” You pause, waiting for a negative reaction but Jimin is merely patient, waiting for you to continue. “I told him we all would as long as he stays here today. He might be more receptive to help if we do it more...casually? I think he felt like a hostage at Hoseoks.”

“That’s fine. He can stay here as long as he wants. I hate seeing him like he was last night. He acts like a completely different person when he’s drinking.”

You’re instantly reminded of the physical fight the two men had had, knowing there was no way it would have occurred if Jungkook had been sober. Maybe that’s why Jimin seemed to have forgiven him so quickly.

Lacing your hands with Jimin, you squeeze his hand in reassurance. “Thank you.”

***

Jimin has the tact to remain elusive around the apartment in the following hours. It’s a smart idea to alleviate any tension that his presence may create. You shower first, throwing a hoodie of his and some shorts on before going to see Jungkook. Having spent many nights with Jimin you’re familiar with his morning routine, which is why you’re able to deduce that he’s deliberately taking a long time.

“Can I borrow your phone charger?” Is the first thing Jungkook asks you as you stride into the living room. “My phone died.”

You give him your charger, along with a cup of coffee and sit yourself down beside him. As his phone turns on you can hear the many notifications go off, god knows who he had been calling and texting last night. “How are you feeling?”

“Fuckin’ hungover.” He grimaces. “Where’s Jimin?”

“Shower.”

“Is he pissed off?” Jungkook peers at you over the rim of his coffee mug. His hands are trembling from the after affects of the alcohol.

“No. He’s worried. Everyone is.” You answer truthfully. A few moments of slightly stiff silence pass. You have no idea what is going through Jungkook’s mind at the moment. He’s frowning. “You know, when you attend your trial, if you’re in AA or anything similar it will make you look genuinely remorseful in front of the judge.”

“I am genuinely remorseful.” He mutters. “It’s not as easy as people think just to stop drinking. It’s been my lifestyle for so long now. How am I supposed to tour if I’m sober?!” 

The question is rhetorical but you answer anyway. “Lots of rockstars do, you know. If you get treatment you’ll develop coping mechanisms to deal with all of that.”

He makes an agreeable sound but still appears rather skeptical. 

After a lengthy discussion (which Jimin awkwardly interrupts to offer food), you manage to convince Jungkook to at least look at AA meetings with you. You promise someone will go with him to everyone one, not to babysit but to be supportive. He’s not allowed to drive at the moment so you surmise having a friend with him would be better than taking a taxi.

Jimin joins you both a little bit later with said promised food, Jungkook calls Hobi to let him know he’s safe. Even though the phone is not on speaker you can hear Hoseok yell. Jungkook simply rolls his eyes. 

After he’s eaten Jungkook announces he’s going to leave and head back to Hoseoks. You want him to text you when he’s there (you’re not sure if you even believe him) but you know any amount of pressure right now when he’s this fragile could ruin everything.

The goodbye is awkward, it’s to be expected. He thanks you both, lingers for a moment and then he’s gone. He assured you both that he would text when he is going to go for his first meeting. You really hope he does.

***

Jimin makes sure not to let you forget your promise to model for him. Although the situation with Jungkook left the two of you feeling slightly off kilter for the rest of Saturday, by lunch time Sunday his lingering touches and innuendos leave little to the imagination. He kisses your neck as you’re making food, whispering: “Want to go to my studio? I believe you owe me.”

“Now?” You smile dreamily, leaning into his touch.

“We can eat first, if you want.” He nips the skin at the junction of your neck before running his tongue over the flesh and beginning to suckle. It’s going to leave a bruise, which you absolutely cannot have the day before starting a new job.

“Jimin,” You complain, pushing him off you. “I’ve got work tomorrow, I can’t go in there looking like some horny teenager who let her boyfriend play vampire on their neck.”

“Sorry.” He snickers. “I was thinking some hickeys might look pretty when I paint you. You know most live models are nude...” 

“I knew this was a ploy to get me naked.” You smirk, wiping the knife you were using to cut fruit on a dishtowel. It gets tossed in the sink, leaving you hands free to spin in his arms and face him. 

“Kind of,” He grins. “But I also really want my muse to model for me.”

“Naked?”

“If you’re comfortable.” His fingers begin to unbutton the oversize plaid shirt of his you’re wearing (stolen of course), until you’re exposed all the way to your navel. Plush lips travel down from your neck, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. You shiver feeling his saliva meet the cool air. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want. I think your body is art, y/n. Every inch of it.”

You gasp when he yanks down the cups of your bra, taking a nipple in his mouth. He repeats this on your other breast before gently sucking a bruise on the skin next to it. After a minute or two he pulls away to assess his work with a smirk. 

“Jimin,” You pant as your hands fly to grip the counter behind you. He’s barely done anything and you’re already weak for him. “You can’t leave a mark anywhere someone might see.”

“Unless you’re going to work without clothes on, these are just for my eyes only sweetheart.” More buttons are undone as Jimin kneels on the floor before you, grasping your hips in his hands. His mouth trails to the flesh right above your hip bone where he works on forming another lovebite. “Is this turning you on, butterfly?” He asks breathlessly.

Jimin’s big eyes meet yours as he looks up to confirm what he already knows is true. When you don’t answer immediately, he strokes a thumb over your quickly dampening panties, right where your swollen clit would be underneath. “Y-yeah.” You manage to choke out. 

“Mhm,” Jimin carries on rubbing you as he resumes sucking a hickey slightly above the mark he just made. After one particular harsh suck and a nip with his teeth you jolt with pleasure. “I can feel how wet you are through your panties.”

“It feels so good.” You almost whimper. “I want more. Take my underwear off.”

“No.” He bites his lip, holding back a devilish look.

“Jimin, please.” You whine. It’s not like him to tease you. “Please.”

“Nuh uh.” He shakes his head. “You’re going to be a good girl for me first.” He punctuates his words by increasing the pressure. 

“I am being good.” You breath hitches when he stops. “Jimin.”

“I meant, be good and model for me.” He stands up, kissing you teasingly on the lips. “Get dressed, we are going to my studio.” 

a/n: if anyone is curious, THIS is what I imagined Jimin’s apartment to be like. THIS is what i imagined the lingerie gift as. (i’m a really visual person & always love it when other writers include stuff like this).  p.s the next chapter is one of the smuttiest things ive ever written oh lawd. prepare yourselves.

p.p.s the next chapter is the end :(

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[goodpeachtea]

𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘, 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘪𝘥. (𝟎𝟏)

Summary: People could say that Baby was crazy, so they could say that hell is more preferable than spending a day with her. Baby agreed. But no one could say that the girl was not a genius or that she was like everyone else. Baby Jones was special - yes, she could be a nicer special type, but anyway, special.

Couple: Spencer Reid x OC.

Words: 3.9K

Warnings: Cigarettes, mention of murder, slightly PTSD, language.

Author’s Note: In case you want to know, the fanfic starts in the middle-end of the third season - and I hope it goes to infinity and beyond! Many of the cases we will see here are original (including the one briefly mentioned in the first chapter). Hope you like it :)

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             (𝟎𝟏). 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖡𝖤𝖦𝖨𝖭𝖭𝖨𝖭𝖦 𝖮𝖥 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖤𝖭𝖣.

   JINGLE BELLS PLAYED IN THE BACKGROUND. Children laughed, adults toasted and Baby Jones felt this strange discomfort in her chest as she turned the pages of Alice in Wonderland. The child wanted to be reading one of the "grown-up" classics but was caught trying to reach David Copperfield, causing an accident that involved Les Misérables falling on her head - that experience could be compared to being hit by a brick. December 25th was a big day for the Jones family (more than it was for the other families). The unique and loved Baby was born in Christmas and, as much as she didn’t aprecciated much events like that at a young age, even the most distant cousins came from afar to celebrate the mix of birthday with Christmas.

   Baby could have sworn she saw figures out the window, but supposed it was just in her head. Before turning her eyes to the book she was reading, she observed all of her family members as happy as ever - almost as if they knew that this would be the last party they were going to celebrate - with a slight smile and noticed her parents approaching. "We have a gift for you, dear," said her mother Marie Ann.

– I have to admit that I was totally against it, but your sister is good with sweet talk, no wonder she is a lawyer. – Said her father, Thomas Jones, pointing to Baby's older sister, who smiled and gave a little thumbs up (after playing an important role in the accident that led to Baby's name, the smart Amelie always insisted in pampering the peculiar child).

   The eight-year-old Jones smiled, realizing that the gift was a book the second she put her eyes on the package. She opened the red package slowly, loving to see the suffering in the eyes of those who waited anxiously to see her reaction. She opened her mouth in genuine surprise when she saw David Rossi's book in her hands, thanking her parents and siblings who watched her from afar. The girl had wanted that book for a long time, but her parents insisted that it was worrying for a girl her age to read a book about serial killers.

   The Jones were not nearly the perfect family, but they were a good family. They were extremely genuine and fun, and their children couldn't be much different. The oldest was Amelie, 26 years old. She was extremely studious and hardworking, but when she met her family, Mellie was the same old goofy and good sister and daughter. Then there was Owen. The computer genius was 21 years old and was a problem for his neighbors, but everyone who approached him enough could only see kindness and fun in the Jones children. The youngest of the family was AJ (short for Alexander Jones, but he decided to hate the name early). The little one was only five, but it was the family's energy boost, always playing pranks and cheering others up.

   Then there was Baby left. Nobody could understand her very well (and that was reason enough to send her to the psychologist early) and she didn't seem to care that much. It was a fact that the second youngest in the Jones family was loved by her family, but that did not stop her strange behavior from always standing out.

   And everything changed in a snap. The night of December 25 until 20:11 that was perfect suddenly turned into Hell. And suddenly, "bang!", the beginning of the end.

   The only Jones gasped, and with wide eyes she rose from the bed, sighing heavily. Her brain quickly processed that it was all just a goddamn dream tormenting her again, causing teenage Jones to swallow, closing her eyes in relief and wiping the cold sweat from her forehead and neck. She looked at the digital clock on her head table, seeing the numbers 4:18AM flashing red (so she blew out a surprised breath, noting that she managed to sleep more than usual).

   Baby opened her windows and checked that her door was locked, thanking that today Sophie decided that she would want to sleep with the other children. Jones tied her red hair awkwardly, opening her desk drawer and under her coat she found the pack of cigarettes she shouldn't be using, taking out a lighter from the same place and throwing herself on the bed, lighting a cigarette and looking at the ceiling .

   The teen took the first drag and as she blew out the smoke, her heart calmed down and for a moment no part of her mind was in 10 years ago, the nightmare of just now being slightly forgotten. Jones hated being part of statistics, but what could she do when she went through times of crisis? She didn't drink hidden or smoke in the corners because other teenagers did, Baby did it because she needed to - or at least she thought she did.

   She closed her eyes in anger and tightened her jaw when between a drag and another flashes of the final days of 1997 invaded her head. Baby jumped up from the bed, pausing for a second before punching her mirror, thinking about the noise it would cause, waking up all the inhabitants of the Sunshine Orphanage - the ironic thing is that Jones' days there always felt like rainy days. The girl took her battered backpack and stuffed her pack of cigarettes with her other items, sneaking out the window.

   It was usual for Baby Marie to do that, to try to escape from her reality. She never managed to be very successful on that mission, but that didn't stop her from trying again and again. Baby always arrived before the women who looked after her got up, not wanting bars on her window. The girl sighed as she walked the dark streets of Washington, heading toward a lonely, quiet corner where her chances of being murdered increased. But for her, the feeling was that dawn was always safer. That was the time of peace that the redhead would have, after having to put up with noisy children, adolescents in internal combustion and her own brain devoid of any distraction.

   The little 17-year-old found herself in a park a few minutes later, avoiding children's toys and places where drunks tend to pass. She also ignored the copy of David Copperfield in her backpack, looking away and just searching for the anatomy book she picked up from the library. She spent a long time there, clearing her mind and although sleepy, more awake than ever. The only thing that distracted her from her inner peace that lasted a few minutes was the ringing of her old cell phone and the name David Rossi on her broken screen.

– Rossi? Why are you calling me? – An angry teenager grumbled in her cellphone, rubbing her dark circles and curious about the subject that the longtime acquaintance wanted to talk about. – It's fucking 5AM.

– I know you were already awake and I kinda need your help, kiddo.

   David Rossi sighed, not believing he was going to do that. Baby, in the other side, gave up of her grumpy behavior and smiled, knowing how that conversation would end. She bit her lips and hoped that the most evil of the evil criminals would be out there, killing lots and lots of people - and Baby could try, but she would not feel any kind of remorse about her thoughts. "I heard you are back in the business. Tell me about it, Italy, what can I do to save your and Gideon's ass?".

– Gideon it's not in the BAU anymore, Baby. – He told, looking around to make sure no one was listening to his phone call.

– Oh, crap. But okay, boo-hoo. Moving on, let's talk about dead bodies and serial killers.

   Rossi almost laughed of Baby's behavior, because it would be funny if it wasn't sad. Baby was, after all, an almost eighteen-years-old which the happiest part of the day was imagining what bloody crimes she could solve - or commit, depending on her mood. The only Jones couldn't feel sorry for Jason Gideon farewell, even if she was alive because of him or if he made her life a little bit more happy (or rather, less unhappy) asking for help when his cases entered a dead-end.

– That will count as a "S.O.S BABY"? – David said smiling, making the young girl laugh a little. – Yeah, Gideon left me a note that explained the conditions for me.

– And he told you that if you guys used one more of those I would maybe be joining you as the youngest F.B.I agent?

– Actually, the note said that you would try to trick me when we still have five S.O.S's left. – Baby cursed the old man, while Rossi tried to figured out what could he do when his chances where actually over.

   Baby made a deal with Gideon, that's what this whole "S.O.S BABY" was all about. Jones was special, she could think as the unsub, and as the victim. He needed help, she needed a reason. When the profiler did fifty phone calls to the teenager, she would have a chance to prove herself capable of - breaking all the possible rules - making part of the F.B.I. Everything about it was wrong: first, Baby should be protected by the Bureau, not part of it; second, she cannot even drink legally, she is a child; third, would it be responsible to put someone with serious psychological problems holding a gun? Jason Gideon didn't put a lot of thought when he agreed with that deal, and now the problem was in the hands of David Rossi.

– Now, you wanna help me or not?  

   Some of the other FBI agents couldn't help but notice the oldest of them suddenly withdrawing, calling someone - almost like calling a dealer, looking sideways and reluctantly - and referring to that person as "baby". The famous David entered the sheriff's office in Rosenberg, Texas and closed the blinds, raising more suspicions among members of the Behavior Analysis Unit team.

   “Did you hear what I heard?”, asked JJ, smiling broadly and exchanging shrewd looks with Derek and Emily. “It looks like the fourth Miss Rossi is coming!”, laughed the handsome Morgan, while Reid arrived without knowing what was happening and asking why they were laughing.

– It´s adult talk, kid. –  Emily teased, ruffling the taller boy's hair, who grimaced and mumbled something about him not being a child. – I have to say, I didn't expect to hear Rossi call a woman "baby". It's quite young for him, isn’t it? 

   The subject soon changed when technical analyst Penelope Garcia arrived with bad news regarding the research she had done for the case. Again, that case was clueless and more difficult to resolve than ever. The unit chief, Aaron Hotchner, approached when he noticed the expressions of defeat of the four BAU agents regarding the case of men of different social status and equally handsome being brutally murdered by stab wounds and being left in random places in the city in the southern United States.

   "I got something," David S. Rossi announced, leaving the office excitedly after spending a lot of time inside, while the rest of the team discussed theories that were soon refuted. "I think that our unsub is actually a women. Well, kinda. It was right in front of us the whole time!"

– We have already discussed the possibility of our unsub being a woman, David. It is impossible, all men were physically fit. – Aaron said, sighing and annoyed that they weren't getting a result.

   Rossi ignored what his boss said, remembering the smart point of view that Baby Jones provided him. “When we went to visit Mrs. Wilson's office, the wife of the fourth victim and the psychologist of the second one, we recorded her statement, remember? Her husband had not yet been murdered and she did not want to leave her office”, Hotch, the one who were at the interview with the brand new suspect, agreed.

– Yes, she looked quite shocked up that her patient was murdered.

– And maybe she was quite of an actress. – David suggested, carefully examining the record they had about Mrs. Wilson. –  Me and... I watched the recording again and a detail caught my attention: doctors, like a psychologist, display diplomas on walls and shelves, where patients can see them. It causes an immediate feeling of respect and trust. The family photos, however, are on the table, sometimes even hidden in the drawer, just for the doctor to see. It is an involuntary action, nobody wants mentally unstable people watching their life, their family. But look at Ms. Wilson's office, photos of her children at the table, facing her, while photos of her husband - and her husband alone - are on display everywhere, in the most eye-catching spots possible. Look at this! Who puts a 12 by 12 inch portrait of the spouse on the office wall?

– Yeah, I thought that was weird too, but that doesn't mean she is a murderer. We knew that her husband was possessive and abusive, he was jealous of all the people around her. It is perfectly possible that he told her to put those pictures like that so that her patients would know that, well, "she already belonged to someone".

   “I don’t think so. My point is that Linda Wilson was directing the anger of one of her patients to Mr. Wilson“. Everyone stopped for a minute and thought about the theory, seeing the picture filled with theories and crime scene photos, along with the documents, and seeing that it might actually be right.

– But what about the other victims? – The Special Agente Jareau asked, pointing to the pictures of the men hanging on the board.

– Distractions. Mrs. Wilson is an extremely intelligent woman. If only her husband were killed, suspicions would fall on her right away.

   “I trust you, Dave. Morgan and Prentiss, bring Linda Wilson to the police station, say we need to ask some questions”, ordered Hotch, the pair waving quickly and heading for the black SUV. “JJ and I are going to get a warrant to get everything Doctor Wilson has about her patients. You and Reid stay here and review what we already have, try to find more things that point to our suspect or anything that will help us find the killer”.

ALEXANDRIA, VIRGINIA - EIGHT HOURS LATER.

   Baby Jones was never the most adored girl in school. It was not a matter of popular and outcast, blond and brunette, intelligence or ignorance. It was a matter of Baby was a fucking pain in the ass. Jones knew. She knew that everyone around her hated her. And what could she do? She liked it.    See, don't get me or Baby wrong. What could I say besides the pure truth about the girl who moves our pages? The fact that she is so stupidly annoying, rude and is a horror movie tucked into 5 feets and looks of a fairy. It is difficult for anyone to describe how horrible Baby Jones is, but, my dear reader, I will do everything to show the indescribable annoyance of our (not so) beloved young woman.    Everything has a reason. We can't blame Baby for being the devil on earth. She herself says, "Everything I do is for a reason" and who are we to go against a mentally unstable redhead who knows how to shoot. Jones is, after all, one of the only people who have the slightest right to be a little irritating in the face of everything she has been through. Of course, nobody expected her to use this right with such enthusiasm, but my point is: Baby Jones is broken and with fewer screws on her head, try to take it easy.

– Jones, put out that cigarette!

   Baby smiled at the shout from her Physical Education teacher as she passed her high school football court, backpack on her shoulder and cigarette between her lips. He ignored the athletic students going around and the girls playing soccer, looking at Mrs. Smith, the couch.

– Fuck me gently with a chainsaw. – She screamed back at Smith, seeing her head shake, sighing and turning her attention to the students who deserved her concern - deep down, she felt sorry for Baby, but it was easier to feel angry. The students around her looked at the redhead, never ceasing to be surprised by the behavior of the well-known Jones.

   The bad-habits girl patted her jeans pockets when she heard her battered phone ring, knowing who the call was coming from and what the news was. No one else made calls to her, so David Rossi was the only possible name to be on the display of Baby’s cell phone.

   “Did you catch the guy?”, Jones asked, ignoring greetings and good manners (which was somewhat usual). She was always excited to know about cases and thrilled when it was possible for her to help. “Of course we did, bambina! I had your help.”

– Yeah, what was I thinking? Of course you would get the guy with my help. I saved your ass. You and these BAU idiots would be screwed if it weren't for me.

– Always very humble, huh? And respect, girl, these "BAU idiots" may be the ones who will decide your future, if you're going to be an FBI agent. – Rossi warned, his voice low because he was on the jet, next to the agents who (theoretically) were sleeping.

– So, I was right, wasn't I? Let me guess, did the psychologist give steroids to her homicidal patient? – Baby ignored the older man's comment, while walking towards the school entrance.

– How did you...?

   "Try to keep up: depression, anxiety, probably abused by the father. He kills handsome men and someone could interpret it as if he were envious of the victims. But I'm not someone, am I, Rossi? Mistreated by the father, men do not usually make fun of the appearance of other men in this way. No, but they make fun of the lack of "masculinity". He didn't kill these men because he wants to be them, he killed because he was attracted to them”, Baby spoke fast, her reasoning at incredible speed. Dave smiled on the other end of the phone, never failing to feel proud of Baby's skills. “He went to a psychologist looking for help, hating himself and disgusting his sexuality. Linda Wilson, a woman with an attractive but scoundrel husband, saw an opportunity to get rid of her husband once and for all, seeing the unsub's homicidal potential. Instead of giving him tranquilizers or some shit like that, she gave him steroids, leaving the man on edge.”

– You are absolutely right. And the curious thing is that the first victim was in fact homosexual, but the others were straight men that Patrick Thomas, the unsub, believed were trying to attract him, trying to make him sin, when they were not even doing anything.

– I can't say that I don't know what that is. – Baby murmured to herself, pressing her jaw in anger as Rossi heard the comment and felt his heart ache.

   Rossi sighed at the feeling that remained in the air at the girl's comment, even if it wasn't even Jones’s intent to say it out loud. "Baby... you know what day is coming, don't you?", he said on a sigh, reluctantly. He noticed the silence of the call being interrupted twice by the younger woman's shaky voice, who stopped talking immediately, not wanting to show weakness. “Yes”, she spoke simply, never being able to forget the meaning of December 25th.

– I know the emotions that day brings to you and...

– No, you don’t. – Aggressive as ever when the subject was brought up, Baby looked around, always feeling watched when someone starts talking about that 1997 season. – You don’t and we don’t need to talk about it. 

– I’m sorry. But along with... that, comes your birthday. Baby, I know you're pissed at me right now, but we need to talk about it. This year is important, things will change, you will have to find a place to live and I...

– You...?

– I'll try to get you on the FBI. – He whispered reluctantly, knowing the commotion of the little redhead on the other state, happy to know that he softened the previous conversation. – Know that I'm not promising anything. You will probably have to train a lot and start doing ridiculous jobs for your skills, but if you want to be a profiler you have to prove yourself in there. You’re still too young.

   “Trust me, sir, I going to prove that I can beat some sick minds even if I'm cleaning the floor, making coffee or printing papers”, she smiled, feeling more excited by the news. Baby saw children approaching - children from her orphanage that she would have to take “home” - and then sighed, knowing that her life would not be based on what she was good doing for a long time before Rossi took her out of Alexandria, “I need to go”. “Try not to get yourself in too big of a trouble, I don't have the guts to put a delinquent in the Bureau”.

– I can’t promise anything. – The ginger quoted him from earlier, hearing a laugh. – And Rossi...

– Yes, kiddo?

– Hum, I... – Jones bit her lip, gulping and arching her shoulders in discomfort.

– I know, Baby. – It was hard for her, he knew it. – You’re welcome.  

   Spencer Reid really felt guilty about listening to the conversation - or at least, David's part of the conversation. But what could he do? He was lying on the seat of the jet, with his eyes closed and his mind totally active and uncomfortable, he having to fight his desire to go to the bathroom and inject into his vein the Dilaudid he had in the bottom of his bag, without the courage to throw it away.

   The Boy Genius' mind was distracted for a while, curious about the person the experienced Rossi spoke to. He, like the other BAU agents the other day, assumed it was a woman, a secret girlfriend, perhaps. But that didn’t fit, Spencer was irritated by not being able to solve the mystery (and even more irritated by being interested in the personal life of his coworker). The Italian-American called it bambina - was it a dear family member? - and why would he put a family member on the FBI? It was dangerous! On top of that, he spoke of the previous case to her as if it were nothing, as if she already knew.

   Spence bit his lip, glancing at the man looking out the window, getting up slowly. Reid sat across from Dave, smiling weakly. "I overheard, I'm sorry," he murmured, making Rossi smile. Dave wasn't as angry as he thought he would be, the eldest believing that some minimal information shared for the trustworthy Spencer would be no big deal. “Curious?”, the young man nodded.

– For now, she is top secret. But I can tell you that if everything goes as planned, oh, boy, we're screwed.

#spencer reid #spencer x reader #criminal minds fanfic #criminal minds reader #criminal minds #bau x reader #bau #BABY. #jennifer jareau #emily prentiss #penelope garcia #derek morgan #aaron hotchner #david rossi

[floralguccistyles]

wildflower ::  prologue

here’s the thing...

My sister Lily and I had a weird relationship.

From the moment I was born, Lily had been my person. When I had cried, it was her that I wanted and not my mother. She must have spent countless hours curled up on the couch, holding me in her arms. She had only been three at the time, but I was her baby. My mother couldn’t even remember us fighting. Every time there was a toy we both wanted, or I thought Lily’s food looked more appetizing than mine, she always shared. 

In fact, the only time I think we ever argued was when we moved to Ireland and she had met Niall Horan.

My father had gotten a good job in Mullingar, one that he had applied to at the request of one of his friends from college, Bobby Horan. We had moved from Michigan to Ireland when I was only four, Lily seven, and my mother pregnant with our younger sister Violet. Since we didn’t know anyone, Bobby had invited us over for dinner our first night there to introduce us to his family, since he had two sons. Greg was fourteen at the time, and therefore too cool to hang out with us little kids. His brother, the only sole reason Lily and I had ever fought, was seven.

This meant he and Lily were instant friends.

I wasn’t jealous of Lily for making a new friend so soon after the move. I wouldn’t be going to school for another year, and therefore I probably wouldn’t have any friends until I did. Besides, I would have baby Violet to look after soon. More so, I was jealous of Niall. Lily had never had anyone else to take her attention away from me. Now there was suddenly another person in our little duo, something I didn’t like too much.

So I had screamed and told Niall I hated him. Which, in turn, made Lily call me spoiled. Lily had never dared to call me spoiled. I’m pretty sure my mother’s jaw dropped when the words left Lily’s mouth. They were entirely true and looking back, I was rather a spoiled brat, but hearing Lily say something negative against me had made me burst into tears.

I had apologized to Niall almost immediately. Anything to get that look of disappointment out of Lily’s eyes.

And thus concluded my argument with Lily and started my respect and hesitant friendship with Niall Horan.

We were never as close as he and Lily. As we grew and went through school, the two of them were glued at the hip. He helped her with homework and she encouraged him to try out for the soccer team (I could hear Niall correcting me, “footie, Rose, you aren’t in America anymore!”). They stayed up for hours talking on the phone and texting about people from school. I had never seen two people click more than they did. One would never see Lily Fairbrough without Niall Horan and vice versa.

Which was why I wasn’t surprised when I woke up, hungover and bleary eyed in Lily’s apartment, to a grinning Niall Horan standing over me.

“Morning, Rosebud!” His voice was entirely too cheery for the morning. I blinked against the sun shining behind him, groaned, and proceeded to throw my body back against Lily’s couch, tossing a pillow over my face. His laugh, one of the most familiar sounds in the world to me, filtered through my ears. “Rough night, huh?”

“Can you...lower your volume?” I whispered, pleading.

“I’m whispering, Rosebud.”

“No you aren’t. You’re, like… incapable of whispering,” I countered.

He gave me approximately five seconds to wallow in my self-pity before he gently moved the pillow from my face. I was pouting at him, lower lip jutted out in a way I knew he couldn’t resist. If there was one thing Niall Horan was incredibly terrible at, it was resisting the Fairbrough puppy dog eyes. He was a sucker for it every time. 

“Don’t give me those big brown eyes, Rosebud. I got you coffee,” he said, and it was only then that I noticed the cup he had in his hands. His finger was hiding the writing on the cup, but I knew once he moved it, I would find his scribbled handwriting. It was something he did when I was still in college and crying at two in the morning because I had to study for finals. He would drop by with a coffee and a sweet little message on the cup, like you can do this, Rosebud! or you’ll kick the arses of these finals! Even though I was two years out of college, he still liked writing those little notes on the cups.

“Brought you coffee and not me,” the sweet voice of my sister said from the kitchen. I blearily pulled the upper half of my body into a sitting position and saw her, standing at her breakfast bar and preparing an egg sandwich. She was ready for work, hair in perfect ringlets and makeup done to perfection. For the moment, she worked as an assistant in a Dublin attorney firm, but the second she finished up law school, I knew she would get her own practice. There wasn’t much that could stop Lily when she set her mind to it.

“That’s because I’m getting you lunch,” Niall commented. He worked across the street from her firm at the college there as the athletics director. Not a day went by that Niall didn’t buy or bring Lily lunch, because that’s just the kind of guy that he was. 

Also, he was madly in love with Lily Fairbrough.

This was common knowledge among the Fairbrough-Horan clan. Ever since their first meeting, my mother and Niall’s had basically been planning their wedding. I think Maura had a heart attack every time Niall kissed Lily’s cheek, and my father cried whenever Lily looped her arm through Niall’s. It was such a sure thing that we had all made bets on when the two of them would stop ignoring their feelings and end up together. 

As I had bet on Christmas 2021, I was hoping it would be soon.

“True,” she said, coming around from the breakfast bar and giving him a quick kiss on the top of his head. “I’ll never starve with you around.” She thrust the breakfast sandwich in my direction. I would like to say that I did not devour it like a hungry bear coming out of hibernation, but that would have been a lie.

Niall handed me my coffee obediently when I made grabby hands in its direction. Now that I could see his little note, I eagerly read it. Even with horrific drunk morning breath, you look beautiful, Rosebud! I narrowed my eyes at him and he let out a true belly-laugh, holding his stomach while I took a sip. He magically knew my coffee order, like he had for the past fifteen years of my life. If Lily didn’t exist, Niall Horan was definitely the person who knew me better than I knew myself.

“You ready, Lil?” Niall asked, standing from the couch and wiping his trousers for any crumbs that might have stuck there. Unlike Lily, Niall didn’t have to get too dressed up for his job, but he was still clad in a sky blue button down and dress pants. I thought it was hilarious that the two of them had accidentally coordinated outfits, since Lily was wearing a blazer that was about the same color as his button down, but that’s what soulmates did. They bought each other lunch, wore matching outfits, and took their sweet time getting together even though their younger siblings bet money on their relationship.

“Yep.” With her briefcase in hand, Lily leaned down to flick me in the forehead. It was gentle enough to not hurt, but I was hungover and therefore groaned. “You can stay on the couch as long as you’d like, but you’ve got to get up eventually. If you make a mess in the kitchen, clean it up. Ni and I will be home around ten to six for dinner.”

“Is Niall cooking?” I asked, mouth full of egg sandwich. 

“I can if you want, Rosebud,” he answered, reaching his finger out. He quickly swiped his thumb across my chin, where I was sure bits of English muffin were sticking. “You want steak and potatoes?”

“You know me so well,” I replied, giving him a bright smile. “Have fun at work. I make no promises that I won’t spend your money and rent ten movies.”

“I figured,” Lily replied, “We’ll be home later then since we’ll stop by the grocery store later to get dinner stuff.”

I held my hands out and Lily grabbed them to lift me off the couch. It was silly and childish, but I couldn’t let Lily go to work without giving her a hug. It had been that way since she had been sixteen with her first job, and it was that way now. She smiled and pulled me into her embrace, squeezing me close in the way only she could. There were few things that meant more to me than hugging Lily. 

“Where’s my hug, Rosebud? I’m hurt and offended,” Niall pouted, jutting his lower lip out much like I had moments ago. Rolling my eyes, I moved away from Lily and threw my arms around his neck.

Few things meant more to me than hugging Lily, but hugging Niall was up there.

Niall Horan was an amazing hugger. The first time he had hugged me, I think I had nearly fainted. Not because I had feelings for him or anything, but because his hugs were like puppies and unicorns wrapped into the embrace of a single person. The second my arms came around his neck, his came around my waist and he was pulling me closer to him, squeezing me tightly but not tight enough to be painful. Since I was significantly shorter than him, he lifted me up slightly so my feet left the ground. I was pretty sure I was getting egg on his shirt, but he never cared. 

In reality, Lily and Niall were both too good for me.

“There, whiner. You happy now?” I asked, my face squished in his shoulder. I was glad I wasn’t wearing makeup so I wouldn’t smudge it on the pretty blue material. I felt him laugh, his shoulders shaking and I pulled away so his muscles wouldn’t bump my nose at an awkward angle. It was then that I noticed his eyes, bright and shining and so incredibly blue that it could have taken someone’s breath away.

Lily sure was a lucky girl.

“That color looks good on you, Ni,” I mentioned offhandedly and I pulled away from him even more. “Brings out your eyes.”

“A compliment of the highest order from the Rosebud.” His cheeks went pink, despite his joke, like they always did. Niall always went pink when I complimented him, like he wasn’t used to it. “See you later,” he promised, giving my shoulder one more squeeze before he and Lily linked hands. It sent my heart aflutter with the butterflies of someone who had six hundred dollars riding on simple gestures like this one. 

The two of them left Lily’s apartment while I took a long and deep gulp of the coffee Niall had brought me. And then I promptly flung myself back onto Lily’s couch.

Once upon a time, I hadn’t lived with Lily in her apartment. I had graduated college, gotten a posh job as a sales representative at a jewelry store, and had a small studio of my own. That was before my boss decided he wanted to offer a raise in exchange for sex, and I had kneed him in the groin so hard I was pretty sure he’d never have kids again. The funny thing about kneeing your boss, though, was that he would inevitably fire you. I had a sexual harassment claim that had been processed and sent to human resources that provided me with enough money to keep myself afloat for approximately six months. 

It had been a year.

Now, I worked as the front desk receptionist at a hotel. It wasn’t my dream job by any means, since I was genuinely great at selling things, but it was enough for now. But I was still childishly afraid to sleep on my own, in a studio apartment quite close to the jewelry store. Though I had gotten compensation pay, my boss hadn’t gotten fired. Just a slap on the wrist. And for some reason, when I was alone in my studio at night, I imagined him getting drunk and paying me a visit. 

When I had told Lily of these fears, she had demanded I move in with her until I found a place of my own. Lily was just good in that way. No one was perfect, of that I knew. But if anyone came close, it was my sister. 

Knowing that my sister was generous beyond belief, I did try to keep my presence in her apartment not well known. Which meant that because I had spilled copious amounts of crumbs on her couch while eating my breakfast, I would get out the vacuum and clean them all up. I also saw that she hadn’t had time to clean the pan she had fried the egg in, so I vowed to do that as well.

As soon as I moved from the couch.

Just as I was mustering the will to move, I heard my phone buzz. It was still on the coffee table, where I had tossed it last night before flopping onto Lily’s couch. I had my own room, but apparently drunk and stumbling Rose couldn’t make it through the small hallway Lily had in her apartment. Lifting it gingerly (and hoping there were no cracks in it), I opened up the text message from my younger sister, Violet.

I want in on the Niall and Lily bet.

I eyed the text message for a moment, completely flummoxed. Violet was no stranger to the inner workings of Lily and Niall’s friendship, but she had never really taken an interest like the rest of our family had. To her, it wouldn’t matter if Lily and Niall stayed friends forever or if they got married tomorrow. As long as Lily was happy, Violet would be happy. 

Do you even have a hundred bucks? I texted back, still a little hungover and confused.

Unlike you, I can properly save. 

My nose crinkled. While Lily and I had never fought, Violet and I were more stereotypical sisters. Meaning I’d die for her in a heartbeat, but if she stole my lipstick I’d kick the shit out of her. 

Fine twerp. What’s your bet?

It took her less than a second to text back.

They’re not going to end up together. It’s obvious they don’t fancy each other.

I snorted. Violet, while twenty years old and a very smart college student, was making a huge mistake. Quite a way to waste a hundred bucks, Vi. You’re on.

Lily and Niall were endgame. That’s all there was to it.

#wf #wf prologue #1dff #niall horan au #niall horan fanfiction

[allyvampirelass29]

Take the Night Road Home

Take the Night Road Home A NOS4A2 Review By: Allyssa J. Watkins

How black is your soul? She took the Shorter Way to the Night Road A chink of glass and a sarcastic toast A chill in the air as he feels her approach Knives drawn in a parking lot Gasoline Fire and Eyes of Black Frost Drunk Whore Mothers are best left forgot To kill her is a kindness Her son, his to soothe Chin up, Victoria I'm the best thing that ever happened to you........

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!!!!! Yes, this SPECTACULAR episode is extra special for me, not only because it was a delirious joy and rare return to form, but because it premiered on July 5th, 2020, my thirtieth birthday, and MY GOD what a TREAT!!!!! Yes, while last week's episode felt like a rotten trick, The Night Road was an absolute treat, with the ooey gooey, chocolatey center, of Vic FINALLY facing off against Charlie!!!! I'm MESMERIZED, I am in LOVE with this episode, and the second it ended, I danced around my living room and started it over again!!!! I feel like gushing, after one HELL of a DREAM DATE!!!!

PARNASSUS!!!!! Oh you guys, ever since the first Parnassus episode, I have been dyinggggg to go back to this surreal nexus of Creative Thought, this funny little pub, where the darker Strong Creatives gather and commiserate!!! I must say, I was so refreshed to find Abe infinitely more agreeable and interesting than the bitter, mouthy, nihilistic, sexist fiend who "greeted," our Man Manx, on his last visit! Charlie is as snarky and charming as ever, and I swear Zachary Quinto grows more BEAUTIFUL, and alive with dark allure each new episode!!! So much intrigue in his and Abe's conversation, and I loved this new mystery of The Hour Glass..... So many new threads, I don't know which to pull first!!! Being in the dark can be such fun!!! I also thought that was so witty of Charlie when he said, "That's the spirit, Abe," with a sneaky smirk, as Abe said, "I wish you had died, Chuck." I liked him calling him Chuck, I thought that was cute, and I really ache to know more about their bizarre friendship, and this apparent debt Abe owes Charlie!!!

My absolute favourite scene was the Knife Fight in the Parnassus Parking Lot, and it was there I realized what had been so obviously lacking in the first two episodes. Charlie and Vic...... Full strength and face to face. That seething hatred, that electric chemistry, the fire and frost, the reveling rivalry. The dark flirtation as Charlie tells Vic he's the best thing that ever happened to her. To her son. GOD, it was ambrosia for the soul!!! Speaking of souls, I loved Charlie's coyness, haughtily asking Vic what darkness had seeped into her soul, and then telling her exactly why she was able to access The Night Road. He took such pleasure in it, scolding her about children born out of wedlock, and drunk whore mothers, flinging her down to his level, maybe even putting his own moral compass slightly above hers. The responsible father, and the screw-up teen mother. Their banter was phenomenal, and smouldering, I couldn't get enough, Vic telling Charlie she'd sacrifice her life to stop him, and Charlie simpering sadistic, saying he'd gladly take it from her, for the sake of everyone she loved so they wouldn't have to hurt anymore. WOW. I was like this is it, THIS is the NOS4A2 that I fell in LOVE with!!!! Yes, I was a bit glum that the fantastic tease, didn't lead into an all out skirmish, and bar brawl, but patience Pets, the season's only just begun, and I appreciated them leaving us with wanting more.

Charlie's coaxing encounter with Wayne was absolutely adorable!!! I grinned the entire time, ridiculously blissful, and I loved how touched and surprised Charlie was when young Master Wayne asked if he was feeling better!!! Sweet Baby!!! Aaaaaah and how CUTE was that when Charlie wagged his finger in gentle reprimand, reminding Wayne it was bad manners to abscond without saying a proper goodbye!? My heart twittered warily when Wayne took the candy cane, and I saw all the presents, and a brand new basketball inside the Wraith, but something told me it was not going to be that easy, after all Wayne is his mother's son. My suspicions proved true, as Charlie was thwarted even by the Littlest McQueen, failing to have said a rather important password. I giggled, adoringly, as Charlie tried to wave it off saying, "There are no passwords in Christmasland," but our sharp little lad, was much too clever for that, and took off running!!! I LOVE WAYNE, I LOVE this darling, beautiful little boy, and his precious curls, and deep, inquisitive eyes. Charlie having two quick McQueens to foil his dastardly plots is just too much fun!!!

Much less fun however, was the knock down, drag out, fight to the near death between Lou Carmody, who has to be the COOLEST, nicest, most congenial guy in the WORLD, and that BASTARD Bing Partridge!!!! I don't think I took a breath the entire time, and I was like I SWEAR Bing, if you FREAKING hurt Lou, you will incur my WRATH, you CREEPSTER Son of a BITCH!!! I absolutely LOVED the hidden message he left for Vic, Lou earning serious fanboy cred with the AWESOME Obi-Won reference, and I take it back, what I said about him being Vic's sidekick, because that teddy bear of a man was a BADASS Hero tonight, beating the hell out of Bing, and single-handedly saving his son from Manx's clutches!!!!

I also felt redemption was in order for Vic's parents, as shockingly they're doing better than Vic herself!!! Chris is sober even, finding solace from his demons in the woods, and the heartbreak on his face when he finds Vic's stash of minibar bottles in her pockets, is profound. He blames himself. His little girl inherited her Old Man's coping mechanisms, and nothing terrifies him more. I loved that he kept her sketchbook too, as a way to keep her close. Linda though, WOW what a change, Linda is a new woman!!! Gone, is that pale, schizophrenic shell of a battered wife. She's got a new hairstyle and a confident, secure attitude to match. It was such a nice shock to see her thriving, in a new relationship, full of good advice for Vic, and I think she's ready to heal, both from the pain she endured, and the pain she's caused. You go, Linda!!!

Speaking of Mothers........ Hold onto your Santa hats, Kids, because Mrs. Manx LIVES!!!! Millie's shocking discovery that her mauled mother, or at least a glazed-eyed apparition of her, still haunts her old house in Christmasland, stole the air from my lungs!!! WHAT has Charlie been up to beyond the borders of his merry inscape!? Crafting Sleigh House from memory, along with raising his own murdered wife!? My GOD, this episode came to WIN, going hard, even until the end!!! I have a theory that Cassie Manx has everything to do with why Charles has requested an introduction with the infamous Hour Glass Man, whom I suspect can alter time. I think Charlie wants to reunite the family Manx, bring back his wife, which in itself is a dizzying revelation, because I thought he ached to be rid of her long before that first AWFUL trip to Christmasland. I'm excited to see if I'm right, wondering at where they're going with this, and how Cassie will come back into the story. Could she love our Charlie again even after the atrocities he loosed upon her? I think maybe so....... I would. To love Charlie Manx once, is to LOVE him forever.

The Night Road is NOS4A2 at its coming-out-swinging best, and I feel like, after a few rocky patches and speed bumps from the previous scattered episodes, Season 2 is back on track and set to be BETTER than anything we've EVER seen before!!! My BEST BIRTHDAY PRESENT EVER, and I'm so happy I took the Night Road Home, back to the unique and enthralling, spine-tingling fun storytelling that I LOVE!!!! Thank you Charlie, tonight was the PERFECT date I've been WAITING for!!!! Same time, next week, Handsome?

#nos4a2 review #nos4a2 #charlie manx #vic mcqueen #bing partridge #lou carmody #wayne mcqueen #the night road

[queensdivas]

Jazz and Crabs (Modern Roger Taylor)

Okay I know that title is weird..but it’ll make sense as you read on!  @leah-halliwell92​ for the request. An interesting one to write about but it turned out to be more fun than I thought it would. A very wild rollercoaster this one! Hope you enjoy! 

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Warnings: Theres smut..there’s fluff..there’s some swearing..and a whole lot of jazz. 

wordcount: 3k..there’s a lot. 

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I was born to love..with every single beat of my heart...yes I..was born..to take care of you..every single day of my life!

A large gust of wind began flapping around the curtains in the bedroom as my hand rubbed his chest. A little smile formed on my face with my eyes blinking a little bit to adjust to the sunlight that was coming in and out because of the flying curtains. Moving myself a little closer to leave a soft kiss on his cheek to then get up and sit on the edge of the bed. God I really want some orange juice. 

Grabbing my robe from the floor to walk into the small kitchen that was in our hotel room, hoping to find some sort of orange juice. Opening the fridge to see a glass bottle of juice looking so damn beautiful! Pouring myself a glass as Roger was still sound asleep in bed. Looking very peaceful as I tried to stay quiet so he wouldn’t wake up. But I would love to stand on the balcony and watch the city hustle and bustle. 

Sneaking through the curtains as I walked out to the balcony and leaning against the railing. It really was how he described it over the phone and a little bit of last night. It’s already eight o’clock and music is already playing. No wonder the boys love coming here when they would tour America. 

“Unreal isn’t it?” He came out in his shorts and Hawaiian shirt to hold me from behind. 

“God this is amazing. Why don’t we come here more often?” My hips were swaying to the clarinet solo that was blasting from the street below. Finishing my glass of orange juice as I spun around to put my arms around his neck as he joined me in my swaying. 

“It’s been a while since you and I have done something like this baby.” His lips placed a soft kiss on my forehead as I held him closer to me. 

“I know. I’m glad I took time off for the rest of your tour.” He stopped swaying as his face was filled with absolute joy. Giggling as we started swaying again as the music was getting more raunchy. 

“God I love you.” Cupping my face to give me one of those old Hollywood kisses. Ya know when the male would just suck the soul out of the women. Stopping for a moment to grab my hand so I could do a little twirl in front of him. Once I finished my twirl, I lifted my left thigh up to his side for a few giggles. His hand grabbed my thigh to then give it a small squeeze. Who knew that Orleans would make me super horny! 

Putting my leg down to begin leading him back into the bedroom slowly to give him a little morning show. Knowing what I had planned for him. He sat down on the edge of the bed with his hands sitting on his knees. My fingers lightly holding onto the ribbon that was keeping my robe enclosed to start pulling it. Hips moving closer till the ribbon was undone for it to be barely opened right down the middle. 

My arms moved above my head to start making their way down, slowly to make him anticipate what was coming for him. Turning around as I let the robe fall down to the floor so my back and red undies would be exposed. I could sense he was getting tensed by the way his breathing was changing from soft to almost growling. 

The next song began playing as the clarinet was really getting into the song which was getting me all worked up. Spinning back to him as I got closer to him for his hands to grab my waist. 

“Dance for me baby.” He growled as he turned me around so I could shake my groove thing before him. Keeping in time with the clarinet as I sat on his lap to grind against his member. 

“Fuck..” He growled as I turned myself to sit on his lap to then spin my head for my hair to go all over the place. My hips grinding on his member as he made a loud smack on my ass. 

“Someone is eager.” Whispering in his ear to then bite his ear. He wrapped himself around me to began leaving kisses all over my neck. Still grinding as his member was getting harder underneath each movement. 

“Fuck me.” Moving my head so I could kiss him roughly. My lips attaching to his as he slipped his tongue inside my mouth. Foreplay isn’t even needed because we were wild animals! 

I had to get off his lap for a moment so he could pull down his shorts as I moved my underwear to the side. He stroked it for a few seconds as I sunk myself down onto him. My eyes rolling to the back of my head as it felt so damn heavenly since it’s been so damn long. 

People always said that jazz drives people mad, but just wasn’t expecting it to give me the greatest sex I’ve ever had. His nails began digging down my back as he kept thrusting inside of me. His walls stretching me as I was grinding into each thrust so we could really be in sync. 

I ripped his Hawaiian shirt open for my nails to dig into his chest, claiming him to be mine. He’s my sex God! He fell back onto the bed as I kept grinding on his cock with each thrust becoming harder against him. 

“God..yes..baby..” He smacked my ass again with my nails still digging into his chest. He gripped my breast giving them a nice squeeze as I felt him getting closer to the edge. As was I. 

“You ready for me Roger?” Giggling as I kept going for him. Butterflies were dancing in my stomach as he began moving at a faster pace to then hit my holy spot. Double time was it as I fell down on top of him for our lips to meet again for sloppy wet kisses for each other. 

The clarinet began its twill as fast as it could, the trombone blowing its sweet low blues, as the trumpet to play its highest note to cover up the screams of becoming one together. The crowd cheered as we were entangled together trying to catch our breaths from the most sexiest and quickest sex we’ve ever had in our lives. Even our honeymoon in New Zealand was nothing like this! 

“Breakfast.” Someone yelled from the hallway as I climbed off of him to grab my robe from the floor. He quickly climbed under the covers as I tied my robe so I wouldn’t be naked in front of the staff. Looking back to see Roger under the covers giving me the go. 

“Breakfast mam.” The lady smiled as I grabbed the tray from her then closing the door behind me. 

“Never seen you spring so fast.” He sat up in bed as I brought over the tray to the bed. Climbing into the bed to then remove the top for a delicious tray of chicken and waffles steaming. He always said New Orleans had the best chicken and waffles, God they look absolutely delicious. 

We downed breakfast while we figured out our plans for the day. Brian wanted to take a photo with him on the street corner, then a big lunch with Adam and his boyfriend at some seafood restaurant. I want this day to be all about him having a wonderful time. I mean it already started with the best sex which is absolutely perfect. 

Finishing breakfast as we got dressed for the humid Louisiana weather. So my thin pink maxi dress that had an opening in front to expose my leg for Rogers pleasure. Slipping on my sandals to see Roger in his punk jeans and his black button up. My punk even wearing all black in this heat. God I love him so. 

First time in New Orleans with Rogger so far has been an absolute blast! He showed me all the hot spots where they previously partied, and where apparently Brian got so drunk he tried riding a bicycle down the street. Now according to Roger, Freddie loved New Orleans with it’s own culture outside of the rest of America.

Walking into one of the bars to see Adam and his boyfriend sitting at the bar waiting for us. He kept a tight grip on my hand as we walked up to them at the bar. Adam turned around still drinking his drink for his eyes to widen. 

“MATT! YOU MADE IT!” He smiled as we hugged a little bit. 

“I know finally! So whose this man?” 

“Matt this is my boyfriend Javi. Javi this is Rogers wife Matilda. But we all call her Matt.” Javi put his drink down to then hold his hand out to me. 

“Lovely to meet ya.” Shaking his hand as Adam ordered Roger and I two fish bowls.

“So shall we get exploring? I’ve never been here before so not sure exactly what there is to do.” Asking them as Adam handed me my fish bowl. Taking the little Hawaiian umbrella out to place it behind my ear. 

“A little bar hopping then to Jackson Square, to lunch at this backwood seafood place I was told about. Then to get ready for the show.” Adam told us as I nodded to start drinking my fish bowl. Wait where’s Brian?

“Brian not joining us today?” Asking as Roger looked at his phone to see a text from Brian. 

“Says he'll join us for lunch since he’s picking up Anita from the airport.” Nodding as I leaned my head against his shoulder. Though he was emitting off heat like a radiator but it felt wonderful to finally be with him again. 

The four of us began our adventure running around New Orleans. Down all the streets to listen to the street bands, watching the dancers, and occasionally stopping at bars along the way to refill on our fish bowls. We made it to the corner of Royal and Toulouse. He got quiet as he walked over to the light post and took a big drink from the bowl. 

“He said. What an odd name to name a street. I love it.” Roger said as I walked towards him to kiss his cheek. 

“He almost named a cat Toulouse. But heard the name Miko and thought it was better.” 

“Toulouse the cat. I like it.” Holding his hand as he wrapped his free hand around me. Every once in awhile he goes silent with his own thoughts. Whether it be in the mornings when he stands in front of Freddie’s statue in the backyard. Or whenever we're running around London to see one of the small music halls they played at in the beginning of their band's history. The best way to handle it is just to let him hold me or just hold his hand. It’s a very touchy subject obviously. 

“Alright. Adam where’s this seafood place.” He brings himself back every time. What a trooper. 

“It’s down two blocks. Brian says he’s already there with a table.” Adam and Javi began walking off as Roger took one last look at the street pole. 

“Don’t worry. Were coming back anyhow for pictures. Brian has something funny for his instagram I think.” He nodded as we began walking down the street. My thumb was rubbing his hand to hopefully bring some sort of comfort. 

“Matt. Thank you.” We stopped walking then moved over next to the entrance of the restaurant. 

“For what? I haven’t really done much.” 

“No you have. You’ve done more than you can ever imagine. Not quite sure where I would…” Interrupting him with a quick peck then giving him a tight hug. 

“It’s my absolute pleasure. I love you. Now let's chow down because my hangry stage is coming in at any time now.” He laughed as we walked into the restaurant to see everyone sitting around a large table. 

“Matt. Lovely to see ya!” Brian got up from the table to walk over to give me his famous bear hugs. 

“As well Brian. Also lovely to see you Anita.” She smiled as the three of us sat down then saw that food was already being brought to our table.

“Ordered a little early so we could chow down.” Brian told us as a large bucket full of crabs were placed right in front of Roger and I. He became stiff to then look away from the bucket. 

“Roger?” He kept his eyes away as the side dishes were being brought to us. 

“Roger..do you not like crabs?” 

“What animal needs that many legs!” He commented as I looked at the crabs. Is..is he scared of crabs? I know he’s scared of spiders because I have to kill them whenever they find their way into the house. But crabs? Really? Smirking as I grabbed one from the bucket. He pushed the bucket away from him towards me which gave me the answer. 

“Don’t tell me you’re afraid of something that’s been boiled alive?” Holding it up to him as he moved his chair away from me. 

“Roger it’s not going to bite. Maybe snip but not bite.” Adam grabbed a crab from his bucket to hold it up to Roger. 

“Is it the little eyes that scare you?” He grabbed its leg to wave it at Roger who turned away back over to me. 

“Or is it the clamps? Are you afraid of clamps? No! You’re afraid of nipple clamps!” Moving the clamps as he crossed his arms. 

“Roger..all I want you to do is eat me. I didn’t ask for ten legs.” Adam mimicked the crabs voice as he scooted his chair back away from the table. 

“Okay I’m done.” Lying as I put the crab down on my plate as he moved back to the table to grab the large bowl of gumbo. As soon as he’s done grabbing his fill of gumbo. Mr. Crabs will strike! He passed the bowl over to Adam to start a conversation, holding the crab up close to his face. 

“Hey Roger look at this.” Telling him as he turned towards me. 

“HOLY HELL!” He almost fell out of his chair as we all had a good laugh. 

“WHAT FUCKING CREATURE NEEDS THAT MANY LEGS!” He yelled as the entire table was laughing. He was getting a little angry as I put the crab back into the bucket. The waiter placed down a large bowl of gumbo for him since I’m assuming Brian knew his fear of crabs. 

“We wouldn’t mess with you if we didn’t love you Roger.” Kissing his cheek as we started to chow down on lunch. Every once in a while we would hold hands under the table. We’ve been married for a few years but still act like a young couple in love and it feels wonderful. 

*Later that day*

Roger and Brian posed next to the pole as I began taking the pictures. Brian looked happy while Roger was pulling off his regular photo face...smirking little devil. They began talking amongst themselves as I handed Anita Brians phone. 

“Matt you’ve done wonders with Roger.” Anita blurted out as I looked over at her as she was nodding. 

“I know you’ve only been married for a few years. But he hasn’t been this happy since Freddie. You’ve brought life back into his life..such as Adam has as well. Both of you have done wonders to them. So thank you.” For most of my life being with Roger. I always got this feeling that Anita didn’t like me and had no interest in me. But boy was I wrong. 

“Thank you Anita. Thought you didn’t like me or something.” 

“Oh no I enjoy you.” Percolatin Blues was beginning to play a few yards away from us as Brian walked towards Anita to swing her away from me. Roger walked over and held his hand out to me. Taking it as we walked over to the rest of the dancing crowd. 

Swaying back and forth as we kept perfect eye contact with each other the entire time. Our fingers entwining for another light squeeze with each other. Guess sometimes we need to make sure this wasn’t some sort of dream. 

“What did Anita say?” He asked as I placed my head on his shoulder. 

“Oh nothin’. Just a little catch up.” Come to think of it. Have I really done that much? I know I can be a little clueless sometimes but..did I really do that much for him? 

“Roger..do I really make you happy?” He looked down at me with his eyebrow raised at me. 

“What a silly question Matilda. Would I be married to you if you didn’t make me happy?” Thinking back to Dom since they got married basically for their kids. 

“Just..wouldn’t..don’t..just sometimes it feels like..I just haven’t done anything for you..that I’m just here to be..

“Listen to me my love. Do you think I would be touring again if it weren’t for you? Yes Adam helped but who pushed me to get back into doing what I love? Your kindness..that heart of yours is what got me through some very difficult times. Waking up next to you each morning or either seeing you with the sun making you shine makes..makes my heart stop. When you accepted my children into your life even though you’re not..ya know. I finally found the one I was meant to be with and it took me forever..but I caught ya. Even if you make fun of me for being afraid of crabs. Not the point. Matilda..you’re more whole world now..and I wouldn’t trade it for anything..almost anything. I love you. You make me so happy with your witty humor, your kindness towards the world, my children, and even the way you bring lunch to me when I’m in the studio. You’re my entire world now..” One more kiss on his lips as I laid my head against his shoulder then grabbed his hand hold next to me. No more words were spoken during the music because no more were needed. Life is perfect with my punk man who makes my heart sore every day. 

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[frankwillicms]

&&. ( frank miles williams ) is ( 62 ) year old and works as a ( head of security for layla musa ). he is often confused with ( jeff bridges ). some say that he is ( brash & annoying ), but he is actually ( intelligent & unpredictable ). 

ok this is a culmination of the worst idea i’ve ever had and @vitasturias​ making a post that i laughed so hard at that i snorted sprite out my nose. link to that great post. bring more vitya love interests. we need the others. 

you guys are gonna either love him dearly or hate him so much. there’s no in between. 

alright here u go 

tw: familial abuse

frank williams was born into a dynasty. a family right out of the pages of a magazine, like the kennedy’s if the kennedy’s had just a bit less class and a lot more ranching land. 

his father was a senator, his mother the perfect housewife. he and his sister were expected to do great things, with all the money and the best connections a senator could have. 

but while his father was the perfect senator, he was also something else: a drunk. 

only frank and his mother saw this side of him. within the walls of the ranch house, frank watched his father drink and smoke himself to death. it wasn’t uncommon for the children of his time, but it was something that frank never forgot. 

he swore he’d never do the same when he was very young, just eleven years old and watching his old man fly into fits of rage at the closest person. 

he grew up into the perfect image his father wanted. went to the university of texas and learned political science. he was expected to take his father’s place in congress when he wanted to retire. the chain continuing, like a passing of the torch. 

but maybe frank was miserable. the only people who understood him were the new age hippie types and he was never caught by his parents hanging around them. they had ideas that were so different from his pop’s cookie cutter worldview. 

when he was twenty-one, his mother announced that she was going to have another baby, and suddenly frank had someone else to take care of. she grew up into his best friend, always sticking around when he needed her most.  

he stuck close to home, working in law offices and interning with other texas representatives. he made a name for himself in congress and waited for the day his father walked away. 

his father never did. he dropped dead in his office of a heart attack. his secretary was the only witness, having to explain the scene. his mother only knew of his death, but frank got a window into his father’s extensive lies. 

the secretary was pregnant, with his father’s child. and frank paid them to go away, hiding everything from his family, too caught up in mourning to realize something was wrong.

he won the runoff election easily, his last name holding enough power to push him into the spot, and his brand new fiance helping his numbers easily. 

his wife’s name was elizabeth. she was a spitfire when the cameras turned off and the perfect housewife when they were trained on her. he loved her a lot more than he’d ever expected to, she could keep up with his bullshit. for the first time since he’d sat with a bunch of hippies at college, he felt seen. 

but the work was terrible. he hated the political game, hated his fellow congressmen. he was just glad to be in the winning blue party, never having to do much. elizabeth was probably better at the job, and any chance he got he would let her take over. 

she had ambition whereas he was stagnating. and maybe the stupid decisions were a bit orchestrated by her. maybe he was handed small choices that led to the big one. the bribe may not have been only his idea, but he took the fall. 

after twenty years in congress, it all came crashing down. he signed the wrong papers, gave the wrong person cash. and suddenly he was bribing someone. maybe he was stupid, but maybe he was a bit too detached at that point. he didn’t care. 

elizabeth served him divorce papers and then stole his seat in congress.

he couldn’t lie that he wasn’t proud of her, but he went back to his family ranch and never looked back. his mother died that year, leaving it to him and abigail. and he took over, working the land for a year and trying to find something he could actually do without getting complacent. 

security wasn’t a grand idea he had. he just... looked like a bouncer one night at a bar, and he threw someone out and it kind of... clicked. when he was young, he saw himself as a protector. whether it was his mother or his sister or his friends or his wife from the press, he was always shielding someone. 

and that’s where the security company came from. 

his connections came in handy once again, and he and his three guys started working for texas state senators. he ran a tight ship, very serious about his client’s protection. and he got going with it, it’s something he’s good at again. he liked it. 

he built a reputation for being the best in the united states. he’d never lost a client or had an injury on his watch. that kind of record was unheard of with the kind of people he worked for. 

he left the ranch to his sister and went overseas to interview for a new kind of job: royal security in egypt. 

he took the job the second he saw the girl he was meant to protect. she seemed... scared of him, but more scared of what her parents thought. and he hated seeing that in other people more than anything. 

he meant to sign on to layla’s team for a year but stayed as her head of security indefinitely. he liked the kid, he didn’t want to leave her behind to the wolves. he’d never had kids of his own, but he kind of hoped they’d be like her. hypothetically. he usually didn’t let himself get attached to clients.

he’s just gotten off a vacation after layla’s wedding and now he’s headed back to thailand to be an ass to everyone. expect southernisms and this random guy just yelling “howdy!” every ten minutes. 

#hshqintro #yes this is him he exists now #oop #i wrote too much

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Nov 30 - The Day A Legend Was Born

What can I say about @peoplediedrobert / @bisexualalienblast that would ever do her justice? I feel like I’ve known her forever, one of my best friends and favourite humans. My petty partner. My wife.

She takes the time to interact with everyone and anyone in fandom that reaches out to her. She’s giving and kind (though she’d never admit it). She is hilarious and intelligent. She has helped me become a better version of myself for which I am eternally grateful.

On top of it all she’s a kickass wife, a loving mom to her adorable babies and she works so hard everyday. No seriously y’all, you have no idea. She works SO HARD. She’s never had anything handed to her and she never lets that keep her down. She is strong, vibrant and the kind of woman we hope all our daughters become.

I can’t wait for more adventures with her and @illgetmerope. I look forward to old age as we sit in rockers on a front porch, drinking and talking trash. I don’t ever want to not have her light in my life.

Happy 29th Birthday Amanda.

I love you. Absolutely. Just the way you are.

My offering to you in celebration is probably the most niche thing I will ever write. I hope you enjoy it.

His Cowboy - A Michael Guerin/Tyler Seguin PWP

He was sure he wasn’t as drunk as he felt, but the moment Michael’s lips touched his, tongue hot and scalding in his mouth, Tyler suddenly felt dizzy. And hard, the painful kind that made him whimper when Michael pressed him against the door. He knocked the ridiculously hot cowboy hat off Michael’s head without thinking and grabbed a fistful of curls to anchor himself. It was that or just slide to the floor in a melted heap. He chased those lips when they pulled away, annoyed that his body still required oxygen when his dick had other ideas.

“You don’t want the hat to stay on?” It was a growl in Tyler’s ear, and this time the whimper did escape. For a second Tyler wondered if Michael was even real, because hook ups could be hot but they were never this good. Must be something about the New Mexico sun.

When he walked into the small out-of-the-way place, sex with a stranger had been the last thing on his mind. He was travel-weary and annoyed at the thought of another night in a hotel bed. He missed his dog and his own sheets. He changed his mind as soon as he noticed the cowboy leaning against the bar like a wet dream, playing with the neck of his beer bottle as he surveyed the room.

Tyler would have to be blind not to notice that he was attractive but given the kind of place they were in he didn’t expect to be able to do anything other than look. That was until those eyes locked with his for just a second, then darted quickly to Tyler’s lips before glancing away.

It was enough for him to make his way over, after a beer or two to get up the nerve, and slide onto the stool next to him. Tyler wanted to know his name, he wanted to know what his voice sounded like.

Tyler took in the handsome profile before he finally whispered, “Howdy.” 

Those eyes turned to him, they were dark but the smirk on those lips told him he’d made the right decision.

“I’m Tyler.” 

He felt like a school kid instead of an All Star NHL player, especially when the cowboy ignored the hand Tyler offered for a shake and turned to look out at the half-filled bar. There was a god-awful song playing and somewhere a woman was cackling in a high pitched voice. For a brief moment he thought he was getting the brush off until he heard “Michael” before the cowboy finished the last of his beer in one long sip. 

He debated his next move. Dropping his sports celebrity status wouldn’t work with this one, that much was clear. He resisted the urge to flex his arm muscles, especially when Michael seemed to be admiring his tattoos. He decided to go for a corny pickup line, see if he could make the cowboy laugh when he was surprised once again.

Michael had a sinful voice, made even more so when he leveled Tyler with a heated look and simply said, “So, your place or mine?”

Tyler’s hotel was around the corner and he sort of stuttered the words out and getting to his feet. He didn’t look to see if Michael followed him, he knew he would, hoped he would.

They were silent on the short walk, air thick in the elevator, and he started to wonder if this was a good idea as he slid his keycard into the lock. Michael was tempting but Tyler had never been one for the silent type before. All thoughts of calling it off vanished as soon as the door opened and Michael shoved him up against the wall, Tyler unable to do anything but open his mouth to the assault and give in.

Michael was full of surprises, but so was Tyler, and he needed to get both of his heads in the game as it were. A sharp press of teeth to his earlobe had him grabbing for Michael’s belt, using the buckle as an anchor as he pushed them the few feet to the bed. He pulled his cowboy in for another kiss as he toed out of his shoes, less coordinated than he’d like to be.

He was keyed up, rough hands sliding under his shirt, blunt fingernails against his abs. If the groan Michael poured into the kiss was anything to go by, he liked what he found.

It emboldened Tyler, suddenly desperate to prove something, even though he wasn’t entirely sure what. Michael bit Tyler’s lip hard as he pulled away, his shirt up and off before he could blink. 

Michael’s mouth was scalding on his chest, teeth grazing, tongue leaving a trail of heat that had Tyler clenching his hands into Michael’s shirt. He shoved at the fabric, needing to feel the skin beneath. He wanted to know if Michael’s body was as fascinating as he'd imagined it had to be. No one was that confidant without the goods to back it up.

Finally he changed tactics, nudging Michael until he was sitting on the bed, lips wet and eyes heavy. He still had that smirk on his face and Tyler decided right then and there what his mission for the night was. 

To wipe that smug look right off.

“Shirt.” Tyler made it a command, not a request. Michael seemed like he would argue for a minute until Tyler dropped to his knees before him. He made quick work of the belt, let his fingers dip just a little, brush against soft skin and hair. He looked up to see Michael’s head thrown back, his hands grasping into the thick duvet.

Tyler decided to be a little cruel, nuzzling his nose into the straining zipper and letting the thrill of Michael’s low groan send shivers up his spine. He continued the slow trace, his hands making quick work of removing the cowboy’s boots. When that was finished he slid his hands up Michael’s thighs and squeezed his fingers as he went.

Rough hands grabbed his face, pulled him up into a bruising kiss. He lost himself to it, Michael sucking on his tongue, dragging them both until they were flat on the bed.

The cowboy was a warm weight beneath him, hands already snaking up his back, curling in. Tyler let Michael lead at first, tempted to let himself fall into that mouth over and over again. Until their hips met in a perfect rhythm and he realized this could all be over before it began if he wasn’t careful.

He pulled back, waited until Michael opened his eyes. They were beautiful, brown and rich, and eager. They smiled at each other for a second, a sincere moment as hot hands ran teasingly up and down Tyler’s arms that braced him above.

He dipped his head to kiss at the underside of Michael’s chin, teasing and soft. Let his mouth explore against dark stubble. Michael stretched himself out below him, offered himself up for Tyler to take. 

The dip at the base of Michael’s throat, the curve of his chest and the hard planes of his stomach, Tyler couldn’t get enough of it, or the sounds his cowboy made. Desperate and primal but without words, or at least not coherent enough for him to make out.

Tyler just wanted his mouth one place and finally it was before him. He looked up again, and this time Michael’s eyes never left his. Not when Tyler unzipped the annoying jeans, not when his hand moved aside the offending underwear, not until he finally got to look his fill.

It had been a long while since he’d done this, and suddenly he was eager. He didn’t bother to tease, just licked the salty tip before taking that beautiful dick into his mouth. It was the perfect weight on his tongue, he moaned around it when Michael’s hand dug into his hair and pulled gently.

He lost himself to it, enjoying the sounds he pulled from his cowboy when he swirled around the head, the way he had to hold Michael’s hips down with his arm and stop him from chasing his pleasure to quickly. 

“Christ, don’t you dare st...”

At those broken words Tyler gave one last stroke of his tongue before releasing Michael from his mouth. He grabbed at the denim, pulled it down and off Michael’s legs before crawling back up and demanding another kiss.

Michael was grumbling into his mouth, hands needy and digging painfully into Tyler’s ass. He just kept kissing him, wet and open and dirty. He debated staying like that a long while until hot hands slid into the front of his jeans. 

He hissed, had to bury his face into Michael’s neck as a calloused hand wrapped around him. He bucked into it wantonly, desperately, gasping with every twist over the head, precum slicking them both.

“You better have stuff.” Michael gave a squeeze with his words, making sparks flash behind Tyler’s closed eyes.

“Yeah, yeah...drawer.”

He was unceremoniously bucked off, flat on his back he wiggled out of his jeans and kicked them off just as a condom landed on his chest. He glanced at Michael who was already dribbling lube onto his fingers. He caught Tyler watching him, that smirk back on his face. It stayed there, and Tyler could have sworn there was a twinkle in the man’s eyes as he flung his leg over and straddled Tyler in a somehow graceful move.

It lined their cocks up perfectly, Michael rocking his hips as he leaned back, fingers dipping in behind. All Tyler could do was grip at Michael’s thighs and hold on.

“Are you sure?” Tyler grunted it out of clenched teeth. He wanted to, fuck did he want to, but he wasn’t about to assume.

Michael let out a gasp above him, working backwards on his own fingers. The pleasure on his face a moment Tyler wanted to imprint in his memory, bottle it up for long road trips as he slept in another hotel bed. Wanted to imagine his cowboy and how he rode.

“You complaining?” Michael’s words were breathy, but he still locked eyes with Tyler, cocked an eyebrow.

“Fuck no.” 

The bastard actually winked at him, slapping his free hand on Tyler’s chest where the condom lay. He hated how his fingers fumbled to grasp it, his hips still bucking up, his dick chasing every move Michael made. 

“Come on, fuck just…” Michael’s words were lost as he let out a shudder, he fingers digging into Tyler’s inked skin. 

He didn’t know how he got the condom on honestly, but then in a flash Michael was up and sinking down. Tight heat squeezing the life out of both of them. 

Tyler froze, waited until Michael let out a calming breath and leaned down to lick across Tyler’s lips. Then he opened those brown eyes and whispered words Tyler knew he would remember for the rest of his life.

“Time to ride.”

It was an assault on his senses. Michael rose and Tyler held on. It was like chasing a high when you were already drugged. Finally he had to grasp at the headboard, stretch his chin to the ceiling and swear to the sky. He was rewarded with hands on his thighs, a new angle that had him seeing stars. 

Tyler bent his legs, got leverage to meet thrust for thrust. He was close, he could taste it and he needed his cowboy right there with him. He pushed himself up, pulled their lips together as he wrapped his fingers around Michael to get him there. 

It was fast and there was sweat running into his eyes but he couldn’t look away. Michael was gorgeous, panting into the space between them, chasing the end just as much as Tyler was. 

Then it happened, a mess in his fingers and Michael wrapped around him so tight he could do nothing else but fall.

When he came back to himself his muscles ached, in that delicious way that came after a winning game. Where he could either sleep for a year or dance all night. But first he had to relearn to breathe.

Michael was flopped beside him, arm over his eyes and a gorgeous sheen of sweat drying on his sun kissed skin. Tyler had enough thought to tie off the used condom and grab a hand towel he’d stashed in the bedside table for such a purpose. He tossed it on Michael’s chest and closed his eyes.

When he opened them again he was laying on his side, half covered in a blanket and the cowboy’s form silently redressing in soft lamp light. Tyler’s dick started to harden again, but he could tell Michael was probably a one and done kind of man.

As if he could read Tyler’s thoughts Michael looked his way and offered him what seemed to be an apologetic smile.

“Sorry I fell asleep.” He might have been worn out but he didn’t want to be rude. Michael had just fucked his brains out, he deserved some consideration.

The cowboy just shook his head as he ran his fingers through his hair and perched his hat back on his curls.

“Don’t worry about it. I take it as a compliment.”

Tyler smiled, surprised when Michael leaned over him and placed a soft kiss to his lips. Then he pulled back, walking backwards towards the door and leaving Tyler’s life with nothing but some damn good memories.

“Well, I have a new appreciation for cowboys.” Tyler leaned his head on his hand, tried to look memorable. Hoped Michael would think of him now and then.

His cowboy just tipped his hat, shot Tyler a wink and grabbed the doorknob. He stopped for a second and turned back around.

“And I just might start watching hockey.” With his trademark smirk he was out the door and gone. Tyler could only blink as the door shut, and then he dropped his head to his pillow and laughed.

#HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABE #I love you #always #Shauna's niche fic #I don't know how to tag this #michael guerin #tyler sequin #do they have a ship name? #myler? #Guerquin? #beware the smut!

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Pros and cons of Jane The Virgin over the seasons (in no particular order)

Pros:

An amazingly talented cast.

Overall positive latino representation.

Distinct and interesting characters.

Plot twists that kept the story entertaining.

The Villanuevas bond.

Focusing on the reactions and the human side of the characters whenever something crazy would happen to them.

I’m personally not a fan of Latin novelas because they usually just throw one plot twist after anoter, but JTV used to do a great job showing its characters’ struggles dealing with those events.

Cons:

The love triangle. On season one it was important to Jane’s arc so she could find confidence in being a single mother before marrying Michael, but continuously resurrecting the Michael/Jane/Rafael and Jane/Rafael/Petra was uninteresting, repetitive and tiring to its viewers.

Its representation of black people. Roman Zazo was a killer, who not only killed his own twin brother, but also made Petra have sex with him when he kidnapped her.

Nadine was another neglected character that ended up being killed.

The poor treatment they give to Luisa, who has made terrible mistakes, but is also a metally ill woman that battles addiction. However, she is merely used as comic relief and described as a ‘trainwreck’. If my memories serve me well, the show has used this specific word regarding her, more than once.

Its unreleastic representation of romantic love. In the beginning, Jane was happily engaged to Michael. Then, they broke up and she fell for Rafael. Later, the two also broke up. Eventually, she got over him only to fall in love with both of them in a couple of episodes and almost immediately after she realized it’s always been Michael. Seriously? I don’t think science has a consensus about how someone falls in love, if you can love two people at once or whether you can fall in love with a previous lover after you were over them and in a happy relationship with someone else, but that’s not even the point. The thing is, you cannot trust its own narrative. It’s become repetitive, confusing and incoherent with its previous statements. You can’t even trust on the heart glowing thing, because that happens whenever the characters feel strong emotions with their loved ones. It happened when Jane was holding Mateo after he was born and when the Villanuevas were celebrating Mother’s Day. The only way to have some certainty is based on how the actors’ performances and their declarations, because imo they are even more responsible for developing their characters than the writers. The writers keep moving in circles and the actors need to try to make the best of it and deliver their lines convincingly, but I believe even for them it must be difficult to buy it. Therefore, I take their acting and declarations more seriously, because they at least keep a line of thinking instead of the writers that just go back and forth.

Rose - who used to be an intriguing character - got reduced to a I don’t even know what. She was/is a huge crime lord, but all that potention was thrown way. The show didn’t explore her criminal life at all, only her relationship with Luisa and multiple disguises. Currently, she is back for a mysterious reason, but after four seasons, I believe it’s safe to say she will be neglected as well and whatever she does will be anticlimactic.

The objetification. I don’t get the obsession they have/had with Rafael’s abs and why they would make Petra sleep with every basic/trash white man they introduced. On season three they focused more on Jane managing to have casual sex with Fabian than her book and dream of being a published author. I get that was important for her, but releasing her book was everything she ever worked for her entire life. Ignoring that was disrespectful.

Losing its essence and becoming like every other telenovela: throwing a twist after another, not exploring its effects on the characters and repeating storylines everyone’s sick of.

Not having the characters dealing with their traumas and metal illness or having almost all of it happening off camera. Luisa struggles with alcoholism and an on and off abusive relationship, Rogelio was kidnapped, Mateo was kidnapped, Petra was kidnapped, Petra forced herself to have sex with the man who kidnapped her so she could find a way get out of her captivity, Petra lived with an abusive mother, Petra was freaking paralyzed by her own sister, Petra had postpartum depression, Michael was shot, almost got killed and then he was tortured with eletroshocks until he got amnesia and lost five years of his life and I’m sure there is more that I’ve missed. Still, what do they focus on? Ridiculous love triangles.

Although Rafael is not my favorite character, he and Petra were the ones that had the most interesting potential backgrounds. Petra grew up without a father in Czechoslovakia, Alba always used her as a tool to get by and she left the country running away from a man who attacked her mother. Even in the United States, there is so much they could’ve shown of her before and after meeting Rafael, getting married, pregnant and losing the baby. On the other hand, Rafael could’ve had a journey of self-discovery and found his biological family and finally getting the love he didn’t receive from his adoptive parents. All wasted pontetial as well.

Changing the entire dynamics of the show in order to execute one storyline. To get to a point where Jane chooses Rafael, they had to: ‘kill’ Michael, do time jumps and have the characters almost ready to be together. Rafael basically became a different character, they got rid of Lina so he would be her best friend and even in some scenes that there would’ve made more sense to have an Alba/Jane moment because they both lost their husbands, they made a jafael moment.

Its frustrating depiction of family. I don’t hide the fact I’m a villadero shipper and would’ve loved to see Michael/Jane/Mateo being a blended family. I know I won’t get that, but the twins barely spend time with Rafael. Or they do, but it’s mostly off camera. And that’s not enough. I don’t need fourty minutes of them together or therapy, but it’s important to show that on television. It’s important to show parents giving their kids equal love and attention, just like it’s important to show mentally ill characters getting help. This speaks to the audience and can even change the way somebody acts. Television is powerful. Still, even if Rafael does give the same amount of attention and love to their children, the show doesn’t illustrate that. And that’s one of the reasons why I think Ellie and Anna are basically perfect. So Mateo is the one who is distracted, sad, confused or whatever. And no, I’m not criticizing a kid. But we see Mateo being comforted by Rafael, having Rafael telling him stories and things like that. We get way less scenes from Rafael and the girls and sometimes it is just him saying he will pick them up or something off camera. And I really can’t remember any moment where they were the ones who were vulnerable and Rafael comforted them. Or just them playing and having fun. Not even with him when Rafael was with Jane and Mateo.

Not even between Mateo and the twins. They love to say they are family and I more than anyone know siblings fight, but siblings also love and protect each other. I can only remember one soft scene with the three of them and it was because that was convenient at the moment. But a scene of them playing just for the sake of it, or maybe even comforting or supporting one other would be adorable. Like, have they ever hug? I get that if Rafael and Jane live together with Mateo they will consenquently spend more time together and that’s not a problem. However, the show just executes the stereotype of only biological families being valid and sends the message it’s okay to neglect your other children if you’re not dating or married to their mother.

It also took them FIVE FUCKING SEASONS to show Jane and Petra being friends and having fun. And again, it was only out of convinience. Jane couldn’t decide what to do regarding her situation with Rafael and Michael and no one could give her advice. So she goes to Petra and they drink their asses off and sort of have fun. And that other day when they went to a lesbian bar. They say they’re friends and even family, but certaintly doesn’t feel like it. Do they care about each other? Yeah. Still, it’s like that cousin who lives in other part of the country and you see once a year. Firstly you’re happy, but after they spend a week in your house you realize why you barely see each other or keep in touch when they’re gone. I get they are very different, but everytime they are together they sort of argue. An honest and deep conversation like some that Jane’s had with Lena? I’m afraid it’s never happened or going to.

Total disrespect to their own character, Brett who was generous enough to return while he is part of another show and his fans. Not only they brought him back to play a minor role, but he didn’t even get the respect to have his point of view shown. The man was almost killed, tortured, lost five years of his life, came back to see that everything had changed and felt like a burden, but they don’t actually focus on what he feels? Just as how sad Rafael is? It’s one thing to show both sides, but to only explore Rafael’s feelings as if he’s the one who had it worse is ridiculous and insensitive.

Rafael’s deppression. Again, I don’t want to get technical about it, specially because that’s not my professional area and I could be wrong. The thing is, I don’t think he has depression. I do think he had a lot of shit happening to him and he used to have unhealthy habits whenever he got upset, but there is a difference between getting drunk when you are sad (what almost everyone has or will do once in their lifetime) and having depression. Feeling sad, worthless, suicidal all can be symptons, yes. But there is also not getting any sleep, food or eating/sleeping a lot and more. And I don’t think they show up altogether after one event. Rafael’s had a past drinking when he was feeling low, but that was it. No worthless or suicidal thoughts. No insomnia or sleeping too much or anything else. And that wouldn’t last long. Now I am supposed to believe he has depression? Then actually DEVELOP THAT and SHOW IT TO ME (If A Million Little Things can do a decent job, other shows can too). Don’t get me wrong, I think Rafael might have something, but not actually depression. He sure as hell have reasons to. However, It just seems they threw it so we could empathize with him after the way he treated Jane and root for him. And I bet that will be gone in two seconds once him and Jane reunite. Which leads me to...

The way they insinuated his state was Jane’s fault is disgusting. And I’m sure they will forget this depression storyline once jafael makes up. So yeah, they might have not actually said the words, but the route they took is that it’s Jane’s fault and once they back to their relationship he will be magically healed with their love. Yikes.

Also, the whole Michael x family conflict. That is so LOW. My parents are divorced and their separation was really messy. Despite my personal experience, I’ve seen complicated divorces before and ex-spouses using their children against one another. If Jane ended up with Michael, that wouldn’t make her less of a mother or neglect her family by any means. If anything, Mateo would have a step and godfather who would basically do everything to keep him safe and happy. Mateo would have another person who loves him. Sure, Jane’s priority must be her son, but to give the idea a mother needs to lose her independence because of her child is ridiculous. Mothers are allowed to be divorced, single, marry someone else, have their own time with their friends and even have male and ex-lovers as friends. What makes Jane a good mother is the way she treats her son, the love, attention she gives him. NOT being in a relationship with Rafael. Believe me, I’ve seen some people saying this kind of thing.

Now that Jane and Michael got closure, it looks like he will barely be on the show anymore. Which is wrong on so many levels, because first of all, he was her best friend. Real Jane wouldn’t want him out of her life, but apparently that’s what’s going to happen. And again, it sends a terrible message. She should keep being his friend, talking to him and everything, because being in a relationship doesn’t mean you should lose your (male) friends. And they won’t actually say it, but I don’t see Rafael as the guy that would be okay with Jane being best friends with her ex-husband and therefore we won’t see them interact. Just like we didn’t get Michael to see Jane’s family, that he loved and loved him back. And that’s a terrible message to give to young girls, even if you won’t have it said out loud. Showing it is already enough. The fact some of them are buying it frustrates me. 

Also, like, it baffles me the fact Rafael is getting way with all the ultimatums he gave Jane, the fact he showed no empathy when Jane had the scare of thinking she would lose her mother who is fighting CANCER and he kicked her out of their house the very same night. Or that he turned their son against her or did nothing to get him to talk to Jane again until she called him out. She shouldn’t have to call him out. He is a grown man on his late 30s (or early 40s? idek anymore after the time jumps), he should’ve known better. The breaking point was when he didn’t discipline Mateo for running accross the street, something that could’ve KILLED HIM, just because he was mad at Jane. I get Rafael has gone through a lot of shit, but this doesn’t give him a pass to treat people the way he wants to. Everyone on this show has gone through enough and they don’t behave that way. He might have depression, but he knows when he is wrong. And you can actually see on his eyes when he is talking to Jane that he is defying and provoking her. Just terrible.

The fact Jane is choosing him after all of that pisses me off. If he were still zen Rafael and all, I would be frustrated, but not angry. This gives a really dangerous message for anyone who watches it. Abusive relationships start just like that and even though Rafael never raised a hand to her, that is abusive. Rafael is not a bad person, but he has a lot to work on before he could be with anyone else and for me they don’t belong together. Still, he is manipulative and disrespectul with Jane. And I have enough experience with abusive relationships to say that’s how it begins. Then, they have one conversation and sort of a perfect fairytale phase until the next fight. And media romanticizing this kind of relationship is part of the problem.

Last but not least, the fact Jane will have to FIGHT for this after everything turned something that was already bad into something worse. Not only it’s not worth it, but she is supposed to humiliated herself just because she dared to have feelings and be confused when something totally crazy happened to her? Way to go, writers! That’s how you treat you Latin female protagonist and kill your show. The cast deserved way more, but the writers deserves exact rating numbers they are getting.

So to that troll who said Michael fans were racist for dropping it after he died, there are other reasons why we gave up. Those were things that already bothered me, but I still found the show worth it to keep looking foward to the episodes. And after Michael died, I kept watching it, out of respect for its diverse cast and to give it the benefit of the doubt, but I could only do it until the finale of season 3. I just decided not to waste my time anymore because after 10 episodes it didn’t get any better. For many, Michael was vital for the show. 

Besides Jane, he was the one who interacted with most people. He was close to Jane’s family, Rogelio’s best friend, Mateo’s stepfather/godfather and a detective. After he lost his job/’died’, the criminal aspect of the show was basically ignored.

One season one, he wasn’t with Jane, but he was there and things were still intriguing. Once he was gone, the show changed completely. Characters were written off, time had passed and it didn’t feel organic. And there were a lot of other stuff that kept people from watching it again. The fact you want to bring race for something that has nothing to do with (breaking news! Rafael is white too! Just because your boy has some tan and speaks spanish he is not a person of color) is pathetic. That’s not being woke. Bye.

#jane the virgin #jtv #jane villanueva #michael cordero #villadero

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Why me?

Part 27a - The Proposal 💍

Riley is forced out of Cordonia unknowingly to her friends, and moves back to New York.

She is later faced with her past from Cordonia and is hiding a few new secrets. With the help from her New York friends and friends from Cordonia will she escape her current situation and find her happy ever after?

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This chapter is split into 2 parts.. it was far too long for just one part...

******

Drake entered the building with Maxwell, he knew Riley wouldn’t be arriving for a few hours but panic started taking over. He had hoped she would enjoy what he had planned, and all the surprises. He was grateful for the all support from the Beaumont’s, Savannah, Liam and Bastien. Knowing they were all helping him, made him feel like the luckiest bastard in the world- having these fantastic friends and this wonderful woman in his life. Life was as good as it could get.

“So, Liam’s just text me. Himself and Bastien have just finished placing the clues in the locations and have arranged staff to help out. I just hope she likes everything and doesn’t get bored.”

“Drake! She will love it! And welcome to the family!”

*****

Riley had managed to get a quick power nap, the fatigue from the pregnancy was slowly but quickly kicking in. She was disturbed by a quiet knock at the door.

“Savannah?”

“Hi, Riley. How are you feeling? Drake said, you have had really bad morning sickness. If it helps, ginger biscuits helped me when I was pregnant with Bartie.”

“I’m fine, thank you. I’m sure it’ll pass soon. I’m just so tired, I have to get ready to go to Ramsford. What are you doing here anyway? I thought you’d be there helping the gentlemen prep?”

“I offered, but they said I should come over with you and the ladies. Riley... whilst I’m here... I just want... I just want to apologise for my past behaviour. I was stupid to think what I thought. And I was stupid for even thinking it was your fault for Drake’s downward spiral. I know you and Drake haven’t been treat well by others, but I know you two are perfect for each other. I’m sorry.”

“Savannah... it’s fine, you don’t have to apologise. Let’s clear the air and start a fresh? I’m to blame for most of this. I left him on more than one occasion. My head wasn’t in the right frame of mind- not like I can blame the baby brain on my decisions. I love your brother, I always have done. And I know this baby will be loved by the both of us with every inch of our hearts.”

Savannah hugged Riley, and she hugged her back. Savannah was happy that she was soon to have a sister she had always dreamt of having.

Drake went to find his sister at the Beaumont’s and handed Savannah a note to give to Riley- explaining his intentions. He had told her that Bertrand, would drive her upto the Palace to meet Riley and the other ladies. The two women haven’t always been close until now, Savannah knew her brother loved this woman and she was thrilled for them both.

“Here Riley, my brother wanted me to give you this. Just to let you know, I’m so glad we’ve cleared the air, and I can’t wait to meet my niece or nephew!”

Riley nodded and smiled softly at Savannah, there was no need to hold grudges anymore. She took the note from Savannah, looking confused.

Dear Brooks, I have a confession to make, please don’t be angry with me - there is no formal dinner tonight at Ramsford. We are all gathering there later, but we don’t know what we will be doing yet? Prior to this, this evening is dedicated entirely to you - the love of my life! You have been through so much, and I want to prove how much I love you by spoiling you! I’m choosing to embrace the fun and excitement of tonight and have planned a treasure hunt for you to complete; along with Savannah, Beth, Hana and Liv.

You are not allowed to use your cell phone, one person will record your reaction to every clue - follow the clues that I have provided and above all, laugh and have fun! Tonight is all about you! See you soon! I miss you!

I love you always, Drake x

“So Sav, how do you like treasure hunts?”

*****

Riley and Savannah got ready to meet Hana, Beth and Olivia, to begin the treasure hunt. Riley was still figuring out what she did to deserve this, and was intrigued to find out how it would end.

“Since when did Walker become like this? He does know we aren’t kids anymore right?”

“Olivia, it’ll be fun! C’mon let’s read the first clue.”

Clue #1

People knock on me to enter, and say hello. I am also the portal to all things outside... once you find me, enter through the portal and there you will see...

“It’s got to be a door? The front door? The palace entrance?”

Hana said immediately, Riley thought Hana would be an expert at these things she’s just far too intelligent and talented at anything.

They headed towards the palace entrance, and saw Bastien waiting for them smiling- before handing Riley another envelope.

“Ladies, Lady Riley. Here’s your second clue.”

Clue #2

You use this to get from A - B, jump in have a spin to the next destination. Can you guess where it is? Historians will tell of the day when Cordonia nearly collapsed because the Prince went out for.....

“CRONUTS!”

Riley and Hana remembered as they both shouted in unison. Drake said this, that night they all snuck out for a cronut.

The ladies got in the SUV driven by Bastien and headed towards that same bakery. As they entered the bakery, Olivia wasn’t impressed.

“Do you know how much calories these things must contain?”

“Don’t knock it until you try it Olivia! Myself and Riley was brought up on them... from New York with love...”

“Fucking Americans! You’re all odd- you know that? So where’s the next clue?”

“I don’t know? Let’s search the place?” Riley answered.

Savannah had finally noticed a table with a note and a jewellery box, it was on the table the friends had sat on that night.

“Guys? It’s here...”

The other four ladies headed over to the table, Olivia now recording Riley’s reaction as she had no interest in eating the high calorie desserts.

Clue #3

Open the box, Brooks. Inside you’ll see a surprise... think about the surprise gift- think hard! And that will be where your next destination will be... hint - Classic Americana, only you and I will appreciate a simple dish...

“Oh my god! This is beautiful! A pearl bracelet...”

Riley began to cry, she couldn’t believe how much effort he had done so far and wondered why he was doing all this? First the golden locket and now this. She couldn’t believe how lucky she was to call Drake Walker hers.

“The next destination girls, is the beach. Drake went to the effort to persuade Liam to let us have an American style bbq during the social season- to make me feel at home. And pearls are found in the sea.”

******

The women arrived at the beach, and were all shocked at what they had seen. It was like deja vu for Hana and Riley. There in front of them, was a table with five chairs surrounding it. On the table was a full classic Americana bbq- with cocktails and a mocktail for Riley. They noticed a note and an envelope with the forth clue in it.

Ladies, take your time at this destination and fill your boots! Does it back some memories Brooks and Hana? Hope you both feel at home Beth and Ri. Enjoy, Drake x

They spent time demolishing the food that Drake had provided, enjoying the company with each other. Bitching about court gossip- before opening the envelope containing the next clue.

Clue #4

Only four people in court will feel at home at the next destination. There you will see something that will make you spin- and I don’t mean your head coping with an hangover.

“So four people... four people who aren’t Cordonian born I assume? There’s only me, Riley, Drake, Savannah and Beth that would fit this description....”

“Four Americans! The American Bar Hana! Where we went for Drake’s birthday! The bull... it made Drake spin and spin off.”

“Yes! Well done Riley!”

*****

They walked into the bar, memories flashing into Riley’s mind. How she had blagged him a free drink, how he rode the bull and looked so damn sexy, and finally when Drake hinted that he finally like Riley more than a friend- describing her as one of his weaknesses.

The barman, handed them a note and an envelope on arrival.

So ladies, now is the time for a bit of fun! I’ve organised a cocktail making class for you all- make sure Brooks doesn’t drink it though! The bar staff will provide you with some mocktails my love. Don’t get too drunk Sav, Olivia, Hana and Beth ;)...

Riley really enjoyed spending this time with her friends, realising how crazy they actually was whilst they was drunk- however there was two friends missing. She missed Lola and Daniel and wish they could have been here with her.

“So because I can’t taste test your cocktails to declare a winner, and your all wasted - I think you all are winners! And you all are my best friends! I love you guys...”

The girls all formed into a group hug. This friendship between them all was to last a lifetime.

“Right let’s continue this treasure hunt...”

******

Clue #5

Tarts can have this in it. Cider contains this. Certain types of juice contain this too. The second part of the clue- it can be made into a table, a chair, a decking or even a tree house....

“Well, the only tarts I know are; Madeline and Kiara! So I’m baffled with this clue!”

“Olivia!” Hana squealed.

“Well it’s true, they have broken me and Drake so many times- so yes they are desperate tarts right Liv?”- Riley smirked.

“Damn right!”

“So, I know I’m new to all this, but I’m pretty sure Leo has mentioned a place called- Applewood? Apple tart, apple cider, apple juice... the furniture mentioned is wooden? So Applewood?”

“Beth you’re... not only a pretty face...but obviously a good listener!”

“What can I say Olivia? I love my husband!”

They got back in the SUV and Bastien drove there- Riley sat in the front with him. He noticed that a sudden cloud of melancholy was surrounding her.

“Lady Riley, are you okay?”

“Yeah Bast. Why would he send us to Applewood? It was the start of all the shit that happened- Tariq, the scandal...”

Bastien remained silent, still feeling guilty that he was involved in the scandal, and now knowing it still affected her. They arrived shortly after and walked through the entrance. There was a table with a fresh bouquet of flowers, and again a note and an envelope.

Brooks I’ve never bought you any flowers, so I thought you’d like some.. I know you are probably wondering why I’d bring you back here? But it has a meaning. It was the first time I protected you and I would do it a hundred times over to ensure you are safe- you mean the world to me! It was when I finally plucked up the courage to tell you I cared for you, the first time we had a real connection. The first time I felt close to you, and I pushed you away- I regret this. But now it’s all different. We are together and have a miracle on the way. Thank you Riley, for everything you’ve done for me. Go to the boutique and pick up the surprise I’ve left you. I love you x

Riley thought her hormones couldn’t take this any longer- she was now an emotional wreck. She could have sworn she saw the others including Bastien also having tears in their eyes as she read it out loud.

“Bloody hell! Since when did the grump become a soft bastard? What have you done with the real Drake, Riley?”

“My brother fell in love Liv.. it’s that simple. He can’t keep up the grump act up forever..”

They all laughed before heading down to the boutique. On arrival, they opened the door and saw a dress hung up on the rail with a tag on it...

Reserved for Brooks..

Try the dress on beautiful, then put the blindfold on for your second surprise.

Riley tried the dress on, with Savannah assisting her with the zip. It was a form-fitting, elegant, shiny golden dress. Savannah smiled at how beautiful her sister in law to be looked, before placing the blindfold over her head to cover her eyes.

“Savannah, you better hold on to me! I can’t see a thing and remember your nephew or niece is at risk here!”

“That’s the whole point of being blindfolded Ri. I’ve got you! Don’t worry.... so Drake told me about this part of the surprise. You have to feel for something... that’s all I can say... I’ll help guide you don’t worry.”

Savannah led her to the area where the surprise was. Riley placed her hands forward and felt two people infront of her. She felt awkward feeling their distinctive features- before a big grin appeared on her face. Everyone knew, that she now knew who it was.

“LOLA! DANIEL!”

She quickly took the blindfold off, and saw that she was correct. Nearly knocking them over as she hugged her two oldest friends tight.

“I... I... I can’t believe your both here!”

“Well, my sister is married to the prince of this country, and Drake rung us when he was in hospital asking us to come. Liam sent the royal jet over to pick us up. We’ve missed you!”

“Drake rung you?”

“Yeah, and Daniel had crazy Maxwell invite us to a Beaumont Bash? He promised me lots of shots after last time! By the way- here’s the last clue..”

Clue #6

The final destination... this place is associated with cold blooded creatures who don’t need a high metabolism to keep warm. There may also be something who likes to spread their feathers....

“Final destination guys. And it’s to the squid and peacock house also known as Ramsford! Let’s go!”

They exited the manor, and saw a limo waiting for them all. Riley couldn’t believe how much they had crammed in, and how much Drake had thought about it. She now knew that he probably hadn’t rested earlier on as he was planning all of this. She was grateful. She loved him. He was perfect and he was all hers.

****

When they arrived, they knocked on the door and saw the Cheshire Cat grinning at them all. Maxwell had obviously been pre-drinking.

“Welcome to Chateau Beaumont everyone! Ri, you look beautiful sissy.”

“Thanks Max, where’s Drake?”

“Here, open your final clue... and you’ll find him.”

Riley screwed her eyebrows up. Why couldn’t Maxwell just get Drake now they had all arrived? She was desperate to see him after all what he had planned and done since this morning.

Clue #7

It can contain a million stories but cannot tell them- distant memories.

One time there was a lot of dough...

He’s in the study! The pictures of the brothers, the books, the achievements, and the envelope of cash for Savannah. I’m coming Drake!

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