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Eternity - Chapter 9
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Is has been ALMOST A YEAR. WOW. So many of you have been waiting, here it is.
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Starring - Sawyer Holden, Veronica Rodriguez, Nova Jay, Kenny Omega, Adam Page, WARHORSE, The Young Bucks and many small appearances
Word Count - 6,076
Category - Angst, violence, small comedy bits, but this is a very "dark" chapter
Chapter 9/?
Summary - Full Gear has arrived. How will this rivalry end between Sawyer and Veronica? Their lives are about to change forever.
Warnings/Comments - There's so much violence and anger and NEGATIVITY in this chapter guys. Follow @adriii-omega
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ALLELITEWRESTLING- 
BREAKING NEWS : The finals to see who will be the new number one contender for Hikaru Shida’s women championship will now be decided in a Barbed Wire Death Match! The matchup of Sawyer Holden and Veronica Rodriguez will now be the MAIN EVENT of Full Gear this Sunday! 
Warhorse had been lifting in a gym near his home. Music blasting through his headphones, his mind was only on this last rep. The music quieted, meaning a notification had popped up. He sighed, before bending over to pick up his phone. His eyes largened, “Oh no… no. No!” He rolled his eyes, as he already saw tweets from the other AEW wrestlers picking sides. “I got to do something. They’re gonna to fucking get hurt!” He yelled in the gym, which he thanked God was pretty much empty. 
He clicked on Sawyer’s contact name and typed out a text- “I’m calling you in 30 minutes.” Warhorse saw she read it, and shut the phone off before he could see her response. He was determined to wonder what was going on through his friend’s heads, knowing that neither of them were thinking straight.
Sawyer responded to the text, before throwing her phone back down. She got back to her spot on the mat, near Lance Archer. She shouldn’t have any distractions, especially not the night before this huge match. She kept her eyes on the red spots tapped down on the punching bag. She kept going faster and even harder as Lance Archer shouted things at her, keeping the punching bag in place.
They had been training her for this match since the night after the brawl that she claims Veronica started. 
“Left! Right! Stomach!” Archer watched as Sawyer was definitely hitting the targets, but holding back on her strength. He pulled the punching bag away to where she couldn’t reach. 
“What the hell, Lance?” Lance put his hands on Sawyer’s shoulders, “Sawyer, you’re supposed to be my baby murderhawk. And you won’t murder shit if you don’t get your head in the game.” 
Sawyer opened her mouth to protest before he interrupted, “Close your eyes. I want you to think about the match.” Sawyer huffed, closing her eyes and crossing her arms.
“Now imagine, there’s exploding barbed wire all around you. There’s kendo sticks broken everywhere, thumbtacks all over the ground. And you and Veronica are standing face to face, you’re so close to winning that championship,” Sawyer visibly felt angrier, the thought of Veronica winning consuming her, when Lance slapped Sawyer one good time across the face, “And she once again slaps the taste out your mouth.”
Sawyer opens her mouth to yell at Lance before she realizes how angry Veronica made her, stooping that low, like they weren’t even equal anymore. Sawyer opened her eyes, throwing the boxing gloves off and turning back to the punching bag.
Lance held the bag in place as Sawyer delivered punches, this time not holding back. All Sawyer could see was Veronica’s sinister smirk, wanting to beat it off her face. Sawyer’s knuckles started to throb, ignoring it continuing to attack the bag.
The thought of Veronica standing tall at the end of the match made her lose it, causing the punching bag to rip open, sand falling everywhere. Sawyer didn’t even look surprised. She didn’t know how hard Veronica was training right now, but tomorrow, nothing would matter.
Sawyer didn’t want the championship opportunity. She wanted to humiliate Veronica, teach her a lesson. Hell, Sawyer wanted to end her best friend.
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 “To the soon to be champions of All Elite Wrestling!” Brandon Cutler raised his drink in one hand, while holding his camera in the other. “Introducing your soon to be tag team champions… The Young Bucks!” Matt and Nick did their signature pose, making Veronica roll her eyes with a chuckle. 
“Ooo me next!” Kenny rested his hand on Veronica’s waist, and with his free arm, flexed his bicep through his shirt. “Fine.” Brandon huffed. “The man who not only will win tomorrow, but go on to defeat Jon Moxley… the Cleaner… Kenny Omega!” The group applauded, as he made a couple faces at the camera.
“Introduce my girl,” he pointed at Veronica, making her grin. “How could we forget,” Cutler said, putting her in the frame, “The lovely, Veronica!”
Matt whistled, “Sawyer or Shida don’t stand a chance.” He smugged, while Nick draped his arm around her shoulder.
“You damn right they don’t!” Cutler screamed from the other side. She looked around in bliss, spacing out as the group joked around a bit. 
Nick nudged her, “You alright? You sort of zoned out on us.” The group turned their heads looking at her, “Yea. Everything is perfect. Just thinking how good we’re all gonna look with the gold tomorrow.” She raised her glass in the air, causing the rest to clink their root bears. 
Veronica stifled a yawn, and sipped on her drink slowly. She squeezed Kenny’s hand making him turn his attention to her, “I’m glad you’re here.” He whispered. She gave him a toothy grin as her heart began to flutter, “I am too. Tomorrow is our night.” He kissed the inside of her palm before setting it in his lap, and continuing his conversation with Nick about a recent video game he started playing. She only heard bits, as the only thing on her mind was not wanting to let down the people around her.
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Sawyer sat her phone up on her bathroom sink, just finishing her shower. Warhorse stared at her in silence, before speaking up, “I should be there.”
“Jake-“
“No! It’s true, I felt like I could have prevented this…COME ON A DEATH MATCH?! Whose brilliant idea was that?”
“Try Kenny Omega. You think I would trust myself with that idea?” Sawyer said, finishing drying her hair. He held his hands in defense, “I’m just saying Sawyer, Veronica has won more of these matches. I just don’t want you guys to actually hurt each other out there.”
“Jake, she’s hurt me more times I could count… but when she went against the script to embarrass me on national television, that’s when I knew she was putting that mop head, a championship, and this company over our friendship... I’ve accepted that I’m not getting my best friend back. And if that’s the case, I want her to be terrified of me.”
“Sawyer you don’t mean that,” Warhorse tried to reason with her, “It’s the heat of the moment. When you win and you’re celebrating, all you’re gonna want is Veronica there with you.”
“You can fly in, right? That’ll be enough.” Sawyer tried to say sarcastically, but Jake wasn’t amused. “I mean it, Sawyer. Be a good sport about it. Even if she won’t. Things may never be the same but that doesn’t mean to make the situation worse.”
Sawyer huffed, “Alright MOM. I’ll be a good sport. I guess you got a point.”
Warhorse smiled, “I know I do. Now! Get some rest, partying is the exact opposite of what you should be doing right now.” Sawyer groaned picking up the phone, “I will…but I would like to note that you said “WHEN” I win.” She cheekily grinned, making him groan.
“Oh my god! Goodnight Sawyer! I Love you.”
“Goodnight, Jake. Love you too.” Sawyer hung up, putting her phone on her nightstand. 
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Sawyer set her stuff in her locker room. Sighing to herself. So many interviewers, makeup artists, and stage hands came up to her in the fifteen minutes it took to find her door. She looked in the mirror, questioning herself, “Is this all worth it? For revenge? To prove I’m not below her?”
Looking in the mirror, she began to wonder who she had become. The old Sawyer never let her anger get the best of her, but now, she couldn’t even recognize who the new Sawyer was.  Her negative thoughts were interrupted by a loud knock, and before she could even answer, John Silver and Alex Reynolds walked in.
“There she is! The next number one contender!” Alex said, pulling Sawyer in for a hug. Sawyer clenched her teeth, trying to look as unannoyed as possible. “Hey you two! Silver, are you ready for your match?”
Silver put on a cocky smile, “Oh, you already know. Orange will never know what hit him, he’ll be like,” he cleared his throat, putting on a raspy and lazy voice, “Oh my god I can’t believe Silver beat me, I guess I should’ve gotten my hands out of my pockets.”
Alex laughed at Silver’s impression, while Sawyer cringed. Alex and John quickly noticed Sawyer wasn’t laughing, as they awkwardly quieted down. 
Alex put his hand on Sawyer’s shoulder, “Are you okay? You seem…off.” Sawyer shook her head, “I’m great. Just the fact that my best friend has put me through living hell and tonight I’m finally giving her a taste of her own medicine.”
John cheered, receiving a glare from Alex. John mumbled sorry before Sawyer continued, “I mean, this could’ve all been avoided. If she just didn’t slap me on national television. Like what the hell?”
The two men looked at each other then back at Sawyer, nervous looks forming on their faces. “Yeah…about that.” Alex said, scratching the back of his head, shuffling away from Sawyer. She arched her brow, when Silver blurted out, “We were trying to help you out, but we ended up pissing her off…” John cringed, “And we’re the reason she kinda slapped you.”
Sawyer sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose, “So my life is being risked in a Barbed Wire DEATHMATCH, because you wanted to make her cry?” 
“It was mainly John! He even called her a hoe!” Alex said, pointing at his tag partner. “Alex what the fuck!”
“JUST…get out. Please… before I kill both of you before the Buy-In even starts.” Sawyer said, grabbing her ring gear. 
Alex and John shuffled out the locker room, before Alex peeped in one last time, “You’re gonna do great, Sawyer. The Dark Order is all rooting for you.”
Sawyer smiled, hearing the door shut. Her mood became lighter, as she really did realize that she might have lost a good friend, she was making more along the way.
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The preshow had just begun to start. The few fans took their seats around the arena and began to cheer as the countdown to Full Gear was on. Hangman had just come from collecting his new and “improved” gear for tonight when he saw Veronica walking in. 
She looked stressed, her hair was tied up in a messy bun and her sweatpants sagged extra low. She honestly looked like she hadn’t had a good sleep in weeks. Seemingly to be in her own little world, not noticing any of her surroundings. “Thanks for making my gear, I bet it looks awesome!” She thanked the seamstress, before taking her items and beginning to head back. Hangman began to panic, holding his arm out while speaking before he got the chance to think. “I can’t wait to see it!” he shot. 
She jumped in surprise, “Oh…I didn’t know you were here,” she eyed him suspiciously, “Thanks though… and good luck tonight.” She tried to leave again, until he pulled her back. “Wait, no. You’re not just gonna leave me here again. Aren’t we going to talk about-”
“I don’t think there’s anything to discuss. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but we all got shit going on right now. I’m not trying to be a distraction.” She spat at him with a bit of venom. It stung him a bit, making him loosen his grip. “You aren’t a distraction to me V! I just thought I finally had a friend around here.” Her eyes softened, but she shook her head with disbelief. “Why do you keep trying with me… haven’t I given you enough reasons not to trust me Adam? I’m no good for you.”
“You don’t get to decide that for me…” He said to her, “Just like you shouldn’t let Kenny keep making decisions for you.” Veronica looked at him in confusion. He chuckled at her expression, “Sweets, you gotta see what he’s doing to you.” He laughed. 
“You… you don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“This…” he pointed at her, “Has Kenny Omega and the Young Bucks written all over it. You’re their little group project.” He confessed. She clenched her fist to the side, and clicked her tongue. “Whatever helps you sleep at night.” Veronica responded. Hangman squinting at her, then at the bag in her hand, “Let me see your ring gear.”
“I don’t want to show you. You will have to wait like everyone else.” She pinned the bag behind her back, out of his reach. “Fine. You got me… is that free ice cream?” He pointed down the hall, making her whole body turn quicker than she could get the chance to react. He swiftly snatched the bag out of her hand, “Alright, let’s see…” He placed the bag nicely on a nearby table and began to unzip it. 
A smile formed, as he was in awe of the diamonds. He ran his hand down it, “Wow… Sandra really outdid herself with this one.” His hand stopped as his fingers got tangled, he looked over at her before pulling the jacket out. “TASSELS?”
“Would you be quiet!” She grabbed the jacket back from him, and put it nicely back in the bag. “Mind your business.”
“You have never worn tassels before. That’s new… kinda reminds me of a certain tag team, and those shorts are way… different from your usual baggy style.”
“Am I not allowed to try new things? My baggy pants, and hot tops are still there. I just wanted to spice it up for the pay per view tonight.” She smiled, “Plus… the tassels were a recommendation from Matt. It’s a one time thing.”
He scoffed at that, “He’s always recommending tassels to everyone… they couldn’t pay me enough to wear that shit.” She let out a small laugh before leaning in, “I think you could pull it off almost as good as them.” Veronica complimented with a smirk. “No, I’m okay… I’ll stick to my things, and you stick to… whatever that is.”
“I’m going to make you eat your words, Page.” She picked up her belongings, and made her way back to the locker room. He watched her go, and when she was gone he let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. Page let his head fall back on the wall behind him, and ran his fingers through his hair. Even after she put him through hell… she was back where she’s been since he met her. In his head. And with his match coming up in less than half an hour… he knew he was doomed.
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Nova waited for her cue to go out, which was a certain signal from Ricky and Brian Cage. Taz had come out, yelling at Cody and Darby on the mic. When Brian attacked Darby from behind, with Ricky following him after, she knew she was coming up soon. She watched as Brian threw Cody right into Ricky for a spear.
Right when they grabbed Darby, she ran out, pretending to get in between the two teams. The audience popped, Taz however, was screaming at the top of his lungs for her to move.
She went up to Ricky, pretending to lecture him.
“It looks like Nova and Ricky are having a bit of a disagreement here, Excalibur.” Tony Schiavone said, watching this all go down on the monitor. 
Nova “gave up”, throwing her hands in the air and turning towards Brian, who was holding up Darby by the back of the neck. They stared each other down, when Nova delivered a clean roundhouse kick, straight to the left side of Darby’s face. The crowd was shocked, but no one showed it more than Taz. 
Nova rolled out the ring, yelling at Brian to push Darby out. She dragged him over to the car, which he had made his entrance on, calling Ricky and Brian over. 
Brian hoisted Darby up, before powerbombing him onto the windshield. Nova and Ricky smirked, making their way up to the stage. Taz looked in disbelief, before holding his hand out to Nova.
She hesitated to put hers out, before she finally shook his hand, “Welcome to Team Taz.” He said, yelling at the camera guy to come closer.
“New Team Taz member! Nova Jay! The Supernova!”
Nova smirked, when Ricky grabbed her by the waist, kissing her passionately. They smiled at the camera before making their way backstage, Nova was finally noticed, and she was going to make sure everyone’s eyes stayed on her.
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Sawyer cracked her knuckles. Everything and everyone around her becoming quiet. Her earphones blasting. Her heart pounding. This was it. 
“Sawyer you’re on after this break!” Dustin Rhodes called from his monitor, “Go teach that bitch a lesson.” Sawyer handed her phone to Nova, who looked like she was about to vomit. “I’ll be fine.” Sawyer assured her friend, “This needs to be done.” 
“Why did it have to come to this though. Sure, you and Veronica have fought a hundred times before. But this is …” She stopped as she looked over and saw Veronica coming in. New ring gear on display, as she got rid of the baggy pants and went to new revealing shorts and a gorgeous rhinestone jacket with a picture on the back she couldn’t recognize, along white long tassels… it was hard to miss her. 
The wrestlers began to find any monitor they could, not wanting to miss a second of anything. Talking amongst themselves, placing bets. In awe of the reaction that the two had gotten in such a short amount of time. The crowd was awake, and ready for a fight.
“Knock ‘em dead baby! We’ll be here when you get back!” Chuck Taylor quickly yelled, making Sawyer turn just in time to catch him. She gave him a thumbs up, before she headed through the curtain.
Taylor glanced in Veronica’s direction feeling her stare already on him. He rolled his eyes at her before going to find a seat next to Trent and Orange.
 “Popcorn?” Trent offered as Chuck sat down. Orange lazily stuck some kernels in his mouth.
“I’m not sure what trick she has up her sleeve, but I don’t like it.” Chuck gestures toward Veronica who was beginning to warm up. “Her presence is enough to mess with your mind. Don’t worry about it, Sawyer is gonna WHOOP DAT ASS!” Trent said loudly, on purpose earning a scoff from behind them. The three turned around and were met with Kenny Omega and The Young Bucks. “You sure are biting off more than you can chew, Baretta.” Matt snarled. Orange looked between the two, lowering his glasses.
Trent spoke up again, “Matt, no matter how hard you try. She isn’t going to sleep. with you. You need to realize that. It’s starting to seem desperate at this point-”
“Choose your next words carefully, momma’s boy.” Kenny got in his face. “I wouldn’t let her name leave your mouth again, if I were you.” Trent bit the inside of his mouth, looking back at his friends. “Forget it man, let’s just watch the match.” Chuck patted down the chairs, getting them to cool it. From the back of his head he could feel Matt began to burn holes through the trio making him smirk to himself. He had hit a nerve with Matt Jackson, and nobody knew that but him.
The beat dropped for Sawyer's entrance music, making the crowd more electric than they already were. She couldn’t help the smile break through as she stood on the ramp. The pyro went off, and she posed for the camera. She removed her jacket, revealing a dark gothic attire. The front row of wrestlers applauded, as she walked down to the ring, she got on the apron and began to take it all in, knowing this was the only bit of peace for a long time.
Veronica tilted her head in Nova’s direction as she passed. Not caring about Ricky clutching her to his side, or the glare they both gave her. She shrugged it off and went out as if this was an actual “storyline.” 
She walked out earning a mix of boos and cheers. She closed her eyes and turned her back. Revealing her jacket, to be a picture of a throwback photo of her, Sawyer, and Nova… with a drawn on angel halo hovering over her, and devil horns drawn on Sawyer. She chuckled at her antics, and spreader her arms to let the tassels gracefully fall, “Let’s fucking go!” She yelled, before making her way to the inside of the ring.
Sawyer never took her eyes off Veronica, ever since her music hit. If looks could kill, they’d both be dead. The bell rang, and Sawyer extended her hands outward for a lock up, while Veronica extended a foot— that connected with Sawyer’s nose. She blindly rolled her up, but Sawyer kicked out before three making the crowd gasp. She quickly backed up in the corner, trying to avoid the ropes from blowing up around her.
“WHAT THE HELL V?” She yelled, getting in her face. “YOU REALLY WANNA START LIKE THIS?” She pushed Veronica, making her fall on her backside. She immediately got back up, getting right back in her face. “Hit me.” She repeated, while harshly shoving Sawyer. “I know you want to.” 
Sawyer raised her fist, only to be slapped by Veronica before she could react. The crowd sat on the edge of their seats in anticipation, watching Sawyer blow the hair out her face, and stare down Veronica between her brows. She slightly gulped, not breaking her stare. Sawyer began delivering rapid kicks to her sides, then quickly delivering an arm drag sending Veronica just inches away from ropes. 
Her eyes widened, as she realized how close she was. Turning around she attempted to run away, but was met with a dropkick that sent her flying into the ropes, immediately feeling the electric wire going off around her. She yelped, as she rolled to the outside, not wanting Sawyer to gain an upper hand. Her skin began to burn, and the wind that was knocked out of her was still trying to come back. 
Sawyer’s first thoughts being to go check on her, before remembering the reason they were in this match in the first place. She shook her head, shaking all the sympathy away. As she climbed to the top turnbuckle, she stood along with the crowd. Phones flashing, their voices rising. Screaming, as she attempted a perfect moonsault to the outside. Suddenly, feeling a devastating crack to her ribs, causing the audience to fall in silence. Veronica held the kendo stick in her hand, leaning on the barricade. She watched Sawyer lay on the floor, refs coming to check on her. She pulled Bryce by his T-Shirt, wanting to continue the damage. She swung another good three times, before rolling her back in carefully. She went for the pin, once again.
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“This fight will continue,” Tony yells in his headsweat. Sweat beading off his forehead. “We all knew that wasn’t gonna be enough to put down the Angel Slayer.” Jim added. “It’s almost as if…that name couldn’t be any more truer tonight. The white, the diamonds, the entrance…Veronica is the angel that Sawyer is slaying tonight. We’re in for one hell of a ride.”
The two had been going back and forth for about fifteen minutes. Each seeming to have a counter for each other’s move, and when they didn’t…they just started beating the absolute shit out of each other. Blood was pouring from the hairline of Sawyer, who had been curb stomped on a pile of chairs. While Veronica's left eye was beginning to swell up, as well as a huge slash from being sliced by a piece of the broken table.
Luckily, Sawyer had done her best to avoid the electric wire throughout the whole match so far. The two crawled their way back into the middle of the ring, Veronica kicked pieces of broken table out of her way. She gestured her finger at Sawyer telling her to bring it on. She charged, only to be hit with a drop toe hold. She held her mouth, and realized she fell forward on a steel chair. Immediately, tasting blood. Veronica smirked to the hardcam , rolling out the ring and pulling up the ring skirt. She tossed a couple of kendo sticks on the ramp way, for an emergency. She faked a confused face, before innocently pulling out a light tube. She rolled in the ring, swirling it around. Sawyer saw it, and let out a groan. She raised her middle fingers up, spitting blood at her. Veronica laughed, wiping it off and whispered, “You asked for this bitch” before cracking the tube on her head, glass shattering around them. Quickly covering for the pin. 
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Sawyer barely kicked out. Making Veronica throw a tantrum, “ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?” She screamed at Bryce, who did his best not to back down. “LEARN TO DO YOUR JOB.” Veronica pointed her finger in his chest. 
“Back off of me. Focus on your match, Rodriguez.” 
“Don’t tell me- AH!”
Veronica was lifted from the ground, and placed on Sawyer’s shoulder, who when no one was looking had wrapped a piece of barbed wire around her kneepad. Veronica tried to scramble, hearing the crowd go crazy as Sawyer signaled for the Go to Sleep with her hands. She successfully hit it, cringing as she stuck to Veronica’s forehead. The crowd gasped, and held their hands over their mouths. She went for the pin.
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Aubrey was milliseconds away from her hitting the mat, they could feel it.
“WHAT? VERONICA KICKED OUT. VERONICA KICKED OUT,” Excalibur rose from his seat. “BARBED WIRE IS STICKING TO HER FOREHEAD…WHAT THE HELL?” Jim asked with concern. “What are we witnessing here folks?” 
“This is awesome!” The crowd chanted, if there was a roof on Daily’s Place, it would have been blown straight off.
Sawyer laid in the corner, not knowing what else to do as she stared at her former best friend with widened eyes. Veronica waved towards the entrance ramp, signaling for someone to come out. Sawyer turned her head with confusion, tears forming as she saw Kenny Omega and the Young Bucks dragging a helpless Chuck Taylor and Orange Cassidy.  She stared in horror as she saw Orange and Chuck get hit repeatedly in the torso with kendo sticks. Their cries making Sawyer furious.
“You bitch.” Sawyer huffed, as she began to drag Veronica back by her feet. Veronica kicked, connecting with her busted lip, making her curse. Veronica quickly snapped up, ducking as Sawyer attempted to grab her. Going around her and connecting her arms for a snap dragon suplex. An idea popped in her head, as she looked at her boyfriend who nodded with darkened eyes. She backed up to the ropes, breathing in, and before she breathed out she delivered a devastating snapdragon sending Sawyer through a ton of pain, as her neck was met with electricity. She hid her face, as she repeatedly hit the mat, doing everything to not let her pain be shown.
Sawyer stumbled to stand, as Veronica began to spit more venom at her, “You thought what they did was bad?” She chuckled, as Matt threw a kendo stick in her direction. She picked it up, and placed it under Sawyer’s chin making her look at her. “Watch this-” She swung, only for it to be caught under Sawyer’s arm. She gritted her teeth, not letting her react to the sting. Veronica did her best to pull it back, but she wasn’t budging.
Veronica reached her arm back to attempt to slap Sawyer again, but she grabbed onto her, slowly looking up at Veronica with angry eyes. Sawyer delivered a headbutt to Veronica’s, “That’s for bringing your boyfriend into this!” Left hook, “That’s for hurting my friends!” She kicked her in the stomach so her back hit the turnbuckles, “THAT is for putting a title over our friendship!” Sawyer balanced the kendo stick in her hand, “And THIS is for all the pain and tears you’ve put me through since July!” She went feral, whacking Veronica left and right. Veronica bawled up on the floor, trying her best to avoid her. Only to get hit harder, not being able to move. She whacked Veronica in the back once more long enough to climb to the top rope. Sawyer stood and looked around the crowd of people and wrestlers, who cheered her on as she finally did what she always wanted to do. A swanton bomb, on live pay-per view. The crowd erupted as Sawyer went in for the pin, without her Canadian Destroyer.
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The girls laid there, staring at the ceiling. Their breathing rapid, their faces red. Veronica felt the tears start to form, she scooted away to the other side of the ring, hand over mouth holding back sobs. 
“Sawyer.” Chuck shook her, “You did it baby. It’s over.” He groaned, holding his side. Her head snapped towards him, and Cassidy who were both equally hurting. “Me? I won?” She looked with disbelief. Orange gave her a thumbs up, as she pulled them in for a hug. “I’m so sorry you guys got hurt.” 
“Eh.” Cassidy lazily replied, “We lived.” 
Veronica watched the three, not realizing her own group was next to her. “Let’s get out of here.” Nick bent down to help her up, she wrapped an arm around his shoulder looking for Kenny who couldn’t meet her gaze. Instead, he angrily stared at Sawyer, who had the biggest grin on her face as she stared back. 
“Kenny-“ Veronica reached out, his demeanor broken, as he saw her covered in blood. “Jesus Christ…”He commented, pulling her away, flinching when he heard her wince. “Careful with her hip, it’s gushing.” Matt commented. 
Veronica tried to respond, telling them that she was fine until she saw Hikaru Shida walk right past her, with her AEW Women's Championship straight to the ring for Sawyer. 
Jealousy filled up, and she couldn’t help looking away as they stared down at each other. The sounds of her boyfriend’s concern were muffled, as all she could do was focus on them. Sawyer couldn’t help but glare past Shida sometimes. Veronica’s tears staining her brain. Eventually, Tony Khan came out applauding as the crowd gave a standing ovation. 
It was over. It was finally over.
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Sawyer tried her best to get rid of the smile on her face, but she just couldn’t. She was on Cloud 9. Of course, something felt off. She knew what it was, Veronica. But she knew, she couldn’t let this affect her celebration. She turned up the music playing from her speaker, hoping that even Rihanna could distract her from this feeling.
Just as she put on the finishing touches of her outfit, there was a knock on the locker room door. “Come in!” Wardlow walked in, bouquet of flowers in hand, “There’s the next women’s champ! God, you’re amazing.” Sawyer gasped, “Michael! You’re so sweet.” She took the flowers, giving him a kiss.
“So, you really gave Veronica hell out there. How about you and I go to dinner? You’re already dressed, and of course, I have another gift for you back at the hotel.” He smirked, grabbing Sawyer by the waist from behind, hands sliding up and down her body.
“That sounds lovely Michael, but some of my friends set up a party for me at my favorite bar downtown. You wanna come with?” She asked innocently, thinking nothing of it. Wardlow’s energy shifted, he suddenly just seemed furious.
“You’re kidding. You’d rather spend this win with vodka and screaming than wine and classical music?” He asked, acting like there was no discussion. “Uh, yeah. It is my celebration.” Sawyer grabbed her purse, heading for the door.
“And let me guess, Chuck set this celebration up.”
Sawyer stopped in her tracks, her mind was telling her a million things, but only one was the right thing to do. “Well, you caught me. Chuck did set this up. And Isiah. Along with Nova and Ricky. And how could I forget ‘your’ buddy, Max? My friends set this up, Michael. They knew this would make me happy and they were right, I’m going!”
“I knew you were still talking to that weirdo! I knew I couldn’t trust you. If you walk out that door, we’re finished.” He threatened. Sawyer only stared back, frowning, tears forming in her eyes.
“After everything I went through tonight,” Sawyer choked on her words, before cutting the act, “You think I’m scared of a white man breaking up with me? I’ve seen some stupid shit, but this has gotta be the stupidest shit ever. We’re done, the third shot is dedicated to you!”
Sawyer cackled, walking out of the locker room, knowing that Wardlow no longer affected her. 
On the other side of Daily’s Place, the Elite got to the back. Veronica doing her best to not crumble in front of the roster. She felt a hand leave her lower back, causing her to stop them in their tracks. “Kenny, what are you doing?” Matt asked, not sure why he stopped walking. 
“You guys go on without me… I have to catch up with Don.” He looked between them, giving a disappointed look toward Veronica, “Just let me know what the doctor says.” 
Veronica’s face grew with confusion, “You’re not coming with me?” Matt held his grip on her wrist, as she tried to walk away from them. “You’re hurt.” He reminded her, “I’ll make sure she gets back.”
“Thanks man.” Kenny spoke, “I got to go fix this. I’m not letting her screw up ruin my future plans.”
Nick’s eyes widened, as a silence fell between the group. Veronica felt her blood begin to boil, as his words finally hit her. “I can’t believe you. I know I didn’t win, but I tried my best and-“
“Save it. I don’t want to hear any more excuses tonight.” He rolled his eyes, before pulling out his phone typing rapidly. Nick and Matt looked between each other, not sure what to do. Veronica pushed through, wincing at every step she took. “You know what? This loss isn’t on ME. It’s on YOU, and you know that. You told the whole world that I was this Elite superstar, and you never once considered my feelings.” Her voice trembled, “Sawyer and Nova want nothing to do with me, because of you, and now I’m finally understanding why.”
She shoved Nick and Matt’s hands off of her as she walked off in her own direction. 
As Kenny watched Veronica walk away, he groaned, throwing his hands up in the air, “I swear to God, I don’t know what her deal is.” He marched off, mumbling to the Bucks about not following him. “She has to be kidding, none of this is my fault. I got her here at the top. In this company, I gave her everything. It’s all-” His own thoughts were interrupted, almost making him stop in his tracks.
“It’s all her.”
Sawyer and Nova stared back, trying their best to hide their grins. “Looks like someone will be sleeping on the couch tonight.” Nova joked. Kenny shook his head, embarrassment beginning to wash over him. 
“You couldn’t even help your own girlfriend, when she needed it most.” Sawyer spoke up, “What makes you think YOU could defeat me?”
He opened his mouth to argue, being cut off by a car honking grabbing their attention, Nova rushed over to the side door leaving Sawyer. 
“One day, Veronica will realize that you were nothing more than a weight holding her down. It really sucks that you were the reason we had to nearly kill each other tonight, but if you think that I won’t stop trying to get my friend back… you’ve got another thing coming.” She pulled her glasses down on her head, letting herself finally relax. 
“Goodbye, and Goodnight Omega.”
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Feels nice to be back, chapter 10 is coming soon.
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elitehunter · 11 months
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Hangman Adam Page: I'm A Drifter (And I Know That Doesn’t Do Me Any Good) - Chapter 2
Pairing: Hangman Adam Page x OFC
When he pictured himself being so close to the World Heavyweight Championship again, he never imagined it would be against his former tag partner. Poised an inch away from his dream and feeling miles away from his former friends, Hangman Adam Page considers taking his shot to get something else he's been been wanting. If only he can make his move. Is what he wants just a kiss away or is he too late? Is it actually what he wants at all?
Rating: E (for later chapters) Word Count: ~5,988 Warnings: alcohol consumption, sexual content (later chapters)
READ CHAPTER 2 ON AO3
(ch. 1 | ch. 2 | ch. 3)
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pettydollie · 4 months
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hii i could you write popular!bakugou x quiet!reader or bakugou x reader inspired by in between by gracie adams 🤍
ofc! xx 4 - popular bakugou x quiet reader (characters are aged up and in college btw) wc: 691
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literally everyone is in love with bakugou or wants to be him its insane. like he has so many people asking about his quirk and trying to get to close to him, but he doesnt mind the attention. hes not cocky abt it, but he has a lot of pride. he's never alone, always walking the halls with people following him.
then theres you. a silent girl in most of his classes surprisingly. you mostly keep to yourself with 1-2 close friends. you were sat in front of him in all of his lectures with you and you had never bothered him. not once. ocasionally, he'd ask for a pencil or something and you'd give it to him. no biggie.
he honestly never really thought about you that much till a specific night. "you idiots." bakugou grumbled to himself as he got out of his friends car. he wasted a night of studying by partying with people he didnt even really like. except for his friend kiri, he was alright.
it was already 10:30. he wouldnt be able to stay awake, but he can't just go to sleep? nono, exams are very close, he needs to get as much information glued in his brain as possible. kiri had recommended having a study buddy. but who the hell would want to actually study with bakugou?? everyone would be distracted and frankly, he didnt have time for that.
and besides, he doesnt need anyone else. right? wrong.
because now as he walks up the stairs to the dormitories, he decides to find you. you were pretty normal for the most part, he thought. a bit of a nerd too, so he wasn't too worried about you having the wrong shit written down. he found your dorm and knocked softly, letting out a sigh.
meanwhile, you were munching on freshly made chocolate chip cookies while going over notes you had gotten from the lecture yesterday. you leaned back against your chair in a tiny tank top and shorts with your hair up in a claw clip. you had light music going on in the background, bopping your head slightly. though the bopping stopped as your head cocked to the side as soon as you heard the thuds of someone's steps coming towards your room.
you stood up when said person knocked on your door. maybe one of your friends came by, you thought. you grinned, excited you made so many cookies. you tip-toed to the door and swung it open.
with his hands dug into his pockets and a somewhat tired look on his face, the katsuki bakugou stood at your door in all his glory. "oh!" you squealed, your hand covering your mouth. "sorry, i-i just wasn't expecting you." you nervously spoke, feeling slightly embarassed.
"i need help. be my study buddy." bakugou spoke bluntly.
"huh? study buddy?" you muttered. bakugou stayed quiet and stepped into your room confidently, looking around. you stood to the side and shut the door behind you, following him inside where he walked over to your desk, looking at your neatly written notes. "yeah. you aint stupid or anythin' right?" he cocked a brow.
you shook your head softly. "no, i dont think so."
he nodded, eyes wandering down to what you were wearing. your eyes stared into his and realized what you had on. he bit the inside of his cheek. "what're you expectin' someone over?"
you shook your head, feeling awkward. "uh, no." you cleared your throat as bakugou sat in your chair, flipping through the pages you had spent such delicate time working on. "do you want a cookie?" you asked politely, pointing towards the plate on your desk, walking towards him. his head turned to where your finger was pointing.
he shrugged, taking one and biting into it. it was soft and chewy. and warm. his eyes brightened a little, just a little. "t's not bad. would be better with coffee." he stared at the bitten cookie in his hand, careful not to make a mess. you smiled at this. "coffee coming up!" you skipped to the kitchen.
that was the first time you had really spent time with him and you'd gotten to know him better than you thought you would have just by studying. needless to say, you enjoyed his company. you weren't around people too often, yet alone someone as popular and liked as bakugou.
as for him, he would never forget that day. it may sound stupid, but he thought you were something.. special. you didn't talk to him about his quirk, not once. you didn't ask if he had a girlfriend or if he was free next friday night. you were just you.
and you talked more than he anticipated also. guess you just had a lot kept inside till then. it seemed like that night, he had turned into the quiet one. and he didn't mind it at all. he grew closer with you and fell in love with you. yet, in class, you were still quiet. however, when it was just you two, you yapped for hours on end about anything.
he grinned at the thought.
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I WANNA TURN THIS INTO A SERIES IM PROUD OF IT TBH.
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circeyoru · 1 month
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Hello!~ names Alcine, a pleasure truly a pleasure. (A Hazbin hotel x reader ask)
(PLATONIC)
I have an idea for a story, a shapeshifting reader that can travel dimensions!?! Like imagine, reader finds a genie or something; and they are from our world so ofc they’re fricken stocked so they wish for “the power to travel between universes” , “ the power to shape shift” and whatever you think the third should be; we, the readers, are obviously obsessed with helluva boss + Hazbin hotel so they choose to travel in there with (I hope your fine with a character description; if so it’ll be at the end of his rant!~) the hopes of becoming extreamly powerful; for fun of course! And since they’re from our world, they know plot points.
Personally I think the time set should be around right before (SPOILERS FOR THE EP. ON PRIME AHEAD) Vaggie and Charlie go to heaven; due to their shapeshifting and “teleportation” they follow them around in an angel form (another discription might be said at the end; like the other, only if your fine with that is.) and they sneak their way into the court house and watch the whole ordeal; recording it with their (from our world phone) and with the helluvaphone (no idea what they’re called lol) and giggling.
They ofc get noticed (at the end of the “hell is forever” song) and they phase back into hell in one of their demon forms.
And they stalk the hotel for a bit, Mayhaps even joining it, and they help with the fight; knowing plot points they push niffty in the direction (SPOILER) of killing Adam; then they go check on the man with the mental breakdown…. Alastor!!!! And they like watch his whole song and stuff (well recording in their phone from this universe secretly) and perhaps reader reveals they aren’t from this universe!??? I’ll let you decide!~
(Characters ) ; Demon :: tall, oujji dressed (or dark Lolita) with a parasol covering their face.
Their face is masked in a shadow only letting people see their eyes, and on occasions their nose and teeth. Sharp pale white hands with retractable claws. (Honestly I think either jet black hair; or pure white would work)
; Angel :: perhaps resembles sera or Emily; but has wings covering their face (like wings coming from just above their ears; and they fold to cover their face and eyes.) , with two pairs of wings on her back and long jet black hair that goes to the bottom of their back
(I usually do anon asks for stuff like this; but i truly wanna see this happen!!!)
(If I could add on; if you don’t wanna do this book of an ask; please @ or dm me letting me know you won’t be! Many thanks!~)
~🍖
Hi, Alcine! Thanks for your request. I reloaded the page like twice to double check this was a request. ┗(⩺ᆺ⩹ ;)┛
I wonder if you read my request info cause I did say I'll be writing Alastor x reader stories for the moment. But this request was interesting and I made an exception. A good test to see if I can manage these types ᕦ(´•㇁•`)ᕤ
Anyways~ It's written and posted!
Surprise, Surprise, I’m Here to Watch = Requested [Hazbin Hotel x 3 Powers Granted!Reader]
Other works: MASTERLIST
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andydrysdalerogers · 4 months
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Presley ~ A Curtis Everett Au ~ Part Three
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Curtis Everett x OFC Presley Adams
Synopsis:
Curtis Everett is a hard working man. As the head of the mob of Concord, he does everything he can to provide for his wife and children. His life is perfect. Until it's not.
After a devastating accident, Curtis is alone with his children and needs some serious help.
Presley Adams needs to find work and fast. Running from her past she just wants to lay low and earn enough to get her out of town. Until she starts working for Curtis as his live in nanny.
As she falls in love with this family, can she stop her past from finding her? Or will her past be the end of the Everett reign in Concord?
Book two of the Five Kings of Boston series
Warning: themes of a mafia lifestyle; SMUT; possessive tendencies; murder; death; age gap;
A/N: taglist is open!
Banners by me! Dividers by @firefly-graphics
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Previous: Part Two
Series Masterlist // Main Masterlist
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Part Three – What's His 
Curtis 
I went to the gala with only one thing on my mind.  
Presley 
As people danced and mingled, I stayed in my seat, thinking of her.  The little kitten in my house, taking care of my children.  As the days passed, she avoided me.  I knew it was because of my aloof demeanor.  I wanted to stay away from her.  Presley was everything I didn’t look for but absolutely wanted.  How could I do this to my Anna? Lust after a woman, the nanny caring for Anna’s children, in the house that Anna and I had built? 
I thought back to a few nights before.  I had been sitting in the dark, nursing a scotch in the family room when I heard steps on the stairs.  I looked at my watch and it was nearing midnight.  I got ready to scold one of my children when I saw her.  Her hair was down, cascading over her shoulders.  She was in a camisole and sleep pants, slippers on her feet.  She moved quietly to the kitchen.  I could see her grab a glass of milk and a couple of cookies that Adam had made.  She was sure to take a napkin and she turned to face me.  But she couldn’t see me, not in the dark.  No makeup, with the moonlight highlighting her features and she was even more beautiful.   
I wanted her.  
I wanted her innocence, her beauty, her body underneath mine.  
Her heart.  
Ma had said it was ok to move on.  That Anna wouldn’t want me to be sad, alone.  So I made a move. I always felt that tension between us.  The line of attraction that went straight to my cock had always been there but now, it was thousands of strings that wanted to hold on to every inch of her.   
I wanted to care for her, cover her, protect her.  
Love her.  
So, I did it. Watching Adam wink at her that first day set me on edge. The idea of Clint getting her alone pissed me the fuck off.  I wanted her alone.  It was irrational, obviously.  Adam stated he had a girlfriend and a child. Clint was happily married; they don’t want Presley, but the idea that they were friendly enough to be on first name basis made me green with jealousy and seeing red. My suggestion shocked her but her next statement, “why” threw me for a loop and I answered honestly.  
“Because I couldn’t protect her. I can still protect you.” 
Why I said it, I have no idea.  But just the thought of something happening to my Kitten, to my Presley, put my mood in a rage.  
When I came back from the gala, I checked on my children. They slept peacefully, happy in their dreams.  I moved to walk away but then decided to check on Presley.  I opened her door gently and peered in. Presley still had her lamp on, book on her chest, fast asleep.  The innocence, the beauty that sat on her face was devastating. She had no idea that she had the power to shatter me. I moved quietly into the room, took her book and marked her page before setting it on the table.  I kneeled beside the bed to be closer to her.  
“You have no idea what you do to me, kitten.” I brushed my lips over her forehead, flicked off the lamp and closed the door. I would make it my mission to make my intentions known.  She wasn’t Anna, I understood that.  But, for the first time in four years, I slept better knowing that the kitten down the hall was here, safe and sound.  
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Dawn broke over the manor.  Even though I only slept a few hours, I felt rejuvenated. The kids were heading to Clint’s house to play with his kids, leaving me alone with Presley. I felt like a fucking teenager, giddy with excitement over the idea of being closer to her.  I needed to remember to go slow.  I had no idea what her experience in life was like. But I would be patient and let her open up to me.  
I sat by the fire, drinking a coffee when Presley came down the stairs.  She was beautiful in a fitted cream-colored knit sweater, jeans and knee-high boots.  She had pulled her hair half up, showcasing those beautiful curls. I took a sip just to wet my mouth; it had gone dry from seeing her look so natural yet so beautiful.  “Good morning, Presley.”  
She was startled for a second.  “Good morning, Mr. Everett.” She kept her eyes down.  
No, I needed to see her eyes.  
“It's Curtis, Presley. You can call me Curtis.”  I stood up. “Did you want some coffee before we leave?” 
“No, thank you. I’m meeting my friend at the coffee shop.” She played with her necklace.  A nervous tick she had that I had picked up on.  I stood in front of her and placed a finger under her chin to lift her head gently.  
“You should hold your head up, Kitten.” I felt a tremble float through her body. She liked it; she liked that I called her Kitten.  I filed that in my brain and kept talking. “I’m not angry, I just wanted to make sure you’re comfortable.”  
“Thank you,” she whispered. “I just need to grab my coat.” I followed her to the entry but grabbed her coat before her.  I held it up to let her slide it on. My fingers grazed her neck and she shivered. Her hair moved and the soft scent of strawberries floated into my face. Fuck, I want to run my nose over her neck, taste the delicate flesh behind her ear, leave my mark for all to see. “You smell nice, Kitten.” I go for it.   
Fuck it, I’m Curtis Everett, I can have whatever I want.  
And I want her. 
I place a feather light kiss on her neck, and she jumps.  “Mr. Everett...” she starts.  
I correct her. “Curtis, Kitten.”  
“Curtis,” fuck, does my name sound good from her lips. She been with us for two weeks and I’ve imagined how my name would sound on her lips. “What are you doing?” 
I took a step back. I didn’t say anything. Fuck, did I blow this? 
“Curtis, I don’t think this is a good idea.” I looked into her beautiful blue-green eyes, and it had a hint of sadness to them. 
“Tell me why Kitten. You’re a beautiful woman. I’ve seen the way you are with my children. I’ve seen the way you look at me.” I tucked her hair behind her ear. “Tell me.”  
She searched my face. What was she looking for? She must have found it because she said, “Because I’m not a safe option. I’m your children’s nanny. You don’t know anything about me.”  
“So let me get to know you.”  
She smiled a little.  “You are a man who never hears no, do you?” 
“Not if that person wants to remain alive, Kitten.” She took an involuntary step back and I panicked. “No, Kitten, I would never hurt you.”   
A phone beeped and Presley looked down at her phone.  “Cat is at the shop.”  
I sighed. “Let’s get you to your friend.”  
On the drive, Presley played with a necklace she had on.  A locket of some kind.  It was her tell; she is nervous. Why wasn’t she a safe option?  The last couple of weeks had seen a change in the manor.  My kids were happy, thriving. When I sat at dinner with them before, it was quiet, sullen.  Like Anna had taken all of the sunlight in their lives. But since Presley arrived, they have been little balls of sunshine. If anything, I needed to keep Presley so my children could continue to smile.  
I pulled up to the café and turned to Presley.  “How long will you be?” 
“Umm, a couple of hours.  Just coffee and maybe a trip to a couple of shops.”  She smiled weakly, as if ashamed. “I can walk back...” 
“No, it's perfectly fine, Kitten.  I’ll be back in three hours?” She nodded and got out.  But before she could close the door, I stopped her.  “Call me, if you need me, Kitten.” A bigger smile caressed her face, and it made my cold, dead heart beat a little faster now.  I watched her walk into the café before I took off. Three hours was plenty of time to make it to Newton and back.  I needed the services of a man that only one other man had access to: Jake Jensen.  
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Presley 
I walked into the café, determined not to look back at the fine as fuck man that drove me. I was dizzy from breathing him in while he drove.  He smelled like cedarwood, sex and man. There was just no other way to describe him. When he helped me into my coat, his fingertips grazed my skin and it felt like lighting through my blood.  But I’m pretty sure I died for a second when he kissed my neck. His lips were soft, warm... perfect. God, I wanted to keep him there, kissing my skin, setting me ablaze with desire.  
But it would be impossible.  
I’m his nanny.   
I’m a runaway.  
I’m a wanted woman on the run.  
A lost princess in his world.  
I’m only here for a year.  That’s the timeline I'm giving myself.  Then I have to keep moving. I tried to keep my face neutral as I approached Cat.  “Hey!” 
“Oh my god, you’re alive!” Cat pulls me into a long hug. I missed her.  
“Me alive?  You’re the one that’s cancelled twice.  I was starting to think that you were happy to get rid of me.”  I smiled as I sat at the table. “How are you?” 
“I’m good.” She gives a Chesher cat like grin. “Met a guy.” 
“Really?”  I smiled for her.  Her last boyfriend was such a douche that I don’t miss at all. “Who is he?” 
“His name is Eric.  Works in business. Handsome AF and he spoils me.  Its why I bailed the last couple of weeks.  He had to work on Saturdays and took me out to make it up to me on Sunday.” She had a goofy smile on her face. “I really like him.”  
“Aww, that’s so awesome.” I really was so happy for her. She deserved it after that douchewaffle had put her through the ringer. Talking about her love life would distract me from my own. Until she says... 
“So, who was that guy who dropped you off?”  She took a sip of her coffee and waited for my answer.  
Well fuck.  
“Oh, umm...” what do I say? My hot as fuck, sex walking employer dropped me off after he set my skin ablaze with the softest sweetest kiss on my neck that wanted me to just jump into his arms and have him carry me to his bed. I took a sip to stall and think what to say.  I needed my best friend because I’m not sure what the fuck I’m doing. “Mr. Everett dropped me off,” I finally tell her.  
Now Cat looks like a fish.  Her mouth popped open at my statement.  I popped a piece of my muffin in her mouth to get her to shut it.  She took the bite and swallowed.  “Curtis Everett.  The Curtis Everett, King of Concord.  Mafia boss.  He dropped you off?” 
“Clint and his wife had the kids at their house and his other man was busy with something, so he offered.” I shrugged. God, please don’t let her read me like she usually does.  
“How is he?” I choked for a second, misunderstanding her question.  
“He’s, uhh, he’s nice. Great dad. Very respectful.”  
Cat studied me. Dammit. I closed my eyes for just a second.  “What happened?” 
“Nothing.” I said that too quickly. She just gave me a pointed look.  “Ok, let’s talk about it at the store, ok?  Too many ears here.”  She nodded and we finished up before walking to the store down the street. I needed some more clothes for the house since I didn’t have much.  As we browsed, Cat decided to corner me.  
“So, what is going on, girl?” 
I look at the dress in my hand.  It’s a black lace skater dress, longer sleeves with crystals.  Then I look at the price tag and put it back.  “I honestly have no idea, Cat. At first, Mr. Everett was nice, welcoming.  Then as the time went on, he became surly and distant.  I don’t even know what I did.  I started to avoid dinner with the family.” I took a breath. “Do you know how hard it is to say no to a little girl with big blue eyes?” 
“I would imagine it would be very difficult.” Cat giggled. “Ok, but why are you flustered? If Mr. Everett is upset with you, why did he drive you?” 
“That’s the question of the day,” I mumbled.  “When he offered to drive me, I told him it wasn’t necessary, and he said it would make him feel better if he could drive.”  I sighed. “That he couldn’t protect her but he could protect me.” 
“Oh shit!” Cat screeched.  
I smacked a hand over her mouth. “Shut. Up.” I huffed as I let go. “Then, before we left, he helped me into my coat and his finger brushed my neck and it felt like lighting.” I smiled a little at the memory. “He kissed my neck.” 
“Oh, Pres.” She frowned. “You can’t fall for a mafia boss.”  
“I’m not,” I protested. I wasn’t falling for Curtis Everett, was I? “He’s my boss and I love his kids. And I’m leaving in a year. I can’t stay.”  A tear you didn’t feel was forming fell. “I can’t love anyone, and I can’t be loved.  I have to go, you know that.”  
“But of all the people that you could love, its someone who can also protect you.”  Cat wrapped her arm around my waist and put her head on my shoulder. “Not all love is like your parents or like that asshole. It could be great.”  
“I can’t,” I whisper. It was breaking my heart. I just wanted to be safe and happy.  
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Curtis 
Driving through Newton, I knew I would need to speak to Jensen’s boss before I could get any answers. I headed for the Barber house.  
Andy Barber was the king of Newton. A few years prior, he had trouble with his twin brother when his now wife was kidnapped due to a debt owed. I knew that Andy would understand my hesitancy. I didn’t want to alarm Presley because I wanted to gain her trust. But when Clint ran her name, her history only went back five years. What was she hiding? The only person who could find out was Jensen. 
At the gate, security stopped me before directing me to the driveway in front of the door. Andy came out. “Curtis! Hey!” 
“Hey Andy.” I shook the man’s hand.  Dark hair, thick beard, eyes twinkling, the man was happy and in love and it showed.  
“Come on in. Aurora just made some cinnamon bread and fresh coffee.” He wrapped an arm around my shoulders and directed me into the house.   
We went into his office, and I took off my coat before taking a seat. “How are you, Barber?  You look disgustingly happy.”  
“I am,” he said.  A soft knock came and Aurora walking in carrying a tray with coffee and the delicious smelling bread.  Aurora owned a bakery in town and was opening a second location in Concord. Andy had been by a few months ago to make sure it was ok with me, respect between all the kings. As Aurora placed the tray down, I noticed a slight swell around her middle.  I looked up at Andy, who had the biggest smile I’ve ever seen on his face. “I so fucking happy.” He kissed her cheek.  “Thank you, sweetheart.” 
“Congratulations Rory,” I said to her. She just smiled and walked out. She’s always been shy but still sweet.  I reached for a piece of bread and moaned. “I’m gonna need some to go Andy. Christ, that’s good.”  
Andy chuckled.  “I don’t think she’s ever made anything bad.”  
I laughed because he’s probably right. “Congratulations.”  
“Thank you.  Just passed the 15 week.” Andy took a sip of coffee.  “What can I do for you?” 
“I need some help from Jensen.” Andy quirked a brow but didn’t interrupt. “I have a young woman working for me as a nanny, Presley.  She’s been great with the kids but when Clint ran our normal background check, her history only goes back for the last five years.”  
Andy frowned.  “How old is she?”  
My ears began to burn slightly. “She’s twenty-three.” I rubbed the back of my head.  “For some reason, she reminds me of Anna.”  
Andy signed. “Curtis...” 
“No, I know. Don’t fuck the help but Andy, she’s everything that I didn’t know I wanted. She’s perfect, except for her history.  I have a feeling she’s hiding something big in her past.”  
“It sounds like it.”  Andy picked up his phone and placed a call.  “Jensen, I need you to run a deep background on someone for Curtis Everett... No, I’ll have him send you the file... we’ll discuss that later.” He hung up and wrote something down.  He handed me a slip of paper.  “This is Jensen’s contact info. You have him for the next week.”  
“I appreciate it, Andy.”  I looked at my watch. “I need to get back to Concord.” 
Andy walked me out where Aurora had a small plate for me. I thanked her and kissed her cheek. “Are you sure you know what you’re doing, Everett?” Andy asked.  
“No, but the first step is to know who Presley is and why she is running.” I shook his hand and I got into my car and started driving back to town.  I thought of her, my Kitten.  What was she hiding?  Her statement had disturbed me. ‘Because I’m not a safe option.’  What did she mean by that?  As I pulled into town near the shop Presley had pointed out, I parked and sent the file Clint sent me to Jensen.  
To Jake Jenson  From Curtis Everett  RE: Presley Adams  Hey Jake, can you run a deep background please? Her name may have been changed about five years ago. Run missing persons to see if she has been reported as well.  Curtis Everett 
I watched my Kitten come out with a couple of bags, so I went to help. “Hello, Miss Adams.” I turned to her friend.  “Miss.” It was cute that her friend gawked.  I was used to it.  But Presley blushed at the attention. I took the bags from her hands.  
“Thank you, Mr. Everett.”  She turned to her friend. “Thanks Cat, I’ll call you later.”  
“Bye Pres. Mr. Everett.” Cat stood watching as I walked my Kitten back to the car, my hand on her lower back.  I opened the door for her to get her in, away from the harsh November wind that had kicked up.  After getting her bags into the trunk, I made my way back into the car and on our way home.  
“Did you have a nice time, Kitten?” I didn’t take my eyes off the road, but I could still see her in my peripherals.  She was playing with her necklace again.  Why was she so nervous?  She has to know I wouldn’t let anything happen to her.  
“It was nice to have some girl time,” she said, rather timidly.  “Cat’s the first person I met in Concord. She gave me a place to stay.”  A small smile graced her beautiful face and I had to force myself to concentrate on the road.  
“She sounds like a good person.”  
“She is.” Presley sighed. She looked out the window, still playing with her necklace.  
“What’s wrong Kitten?” 
She took a moment; I think she was deciding what to say.  “Mr. Everest...” 
“Curtis.” 
“I can’t call you that,” she retorted.  “You’re my boss and I have to respect you.”  
“Kitten...” 
“I’m not your Kitten!” I recoiled slightly at the outburst.  “I can’t be, you don’t know me, and I work for you.  You’re always mad at me. You’re always cautious or pull away.  Now all of a sudden, I’m your Kitten?  No, I can’t do this.”  
I stayed quiet until we reached the house. I barely put the car in park, and Presley was out of the car and into the house.  Fuck me, this was going all wrong.  I grabbed her bags before heading in.  I went straight to her room, but I couldn’t find her. Until I noticed the closet ajar. “Presley?” 
“Please just leave me alone,” the muffled reply came.  
“I can’t do that, sweetheart.  Talk to me.” I opened the door to see her clutching herself. “Oh Kitten.” 
“Stop! Curtis, stop saying that,” she cried. “Why are you doing this?” 
“Because you brought joy back to my children.  Because you brought happiness back to me.”  
“You’ve ignored me.”  
“I know. I was fighting it, Kitten.  I was fighting this pull I have to you. Fuck, I’m sorry.”  
Presley 
He was sorry.  Sorry for acting like an ass and ignoring me? He was an enigma. “What are you trying to say Mr. Everett?” I couldn’t even look at him. 
“No, don’t call me that, Kitten.” I went to protest again but he crowded me. I lost my voice as I looked up to his beautiful ocean blue. “All I want to do is touch you, feel you, taste you. You have been in my dreams for the last two weeks. Presley, look at me. Sweetheart, please?”  I moved my head to look at him. “Tell me you don’t feel it and I’ll walk away right now.”  
I searched his eyes for... what? Sincerity, lust, honesty? But really, all I saw was adoration and love. And it scares me, but it scares me more that I know my eyes show the same thing.  This man, this wonderful, powerful, gorgeous man was drawn to me just like I was drawn to him. “I can’t Curtis.”  His face crumbled slightly.  “I can’t tell you that I don’t feel this.  I’ve felt it since the day I met you but...” 
“No, don’t find an excuse.” He took my hands. “Let me show you, Kitten, how much I want you.” He cupped my face with a hand, the other took my hand and pressed it to his chest. “My heart is racing at the thought of me missing my chance to show you how much I want you. Please kitten, just one chance.” 
I closed my eyes and leaned into the warmth of his hand. His hands were rough, I could feel the callouses, but they were gentle as he thumbed my cheek. “You don’t know me,” I whispered.  
“I’ll get to know you,” he insisted. “When you’re ready.” He let go of my hand to cup my other cheek. “You can trust me, Kitten. I’ll protect you.”  He moved slowly, like time was stopping. But he gently cradled my face as he leaned down and pressed his lips to mine.  
Ever heard the phrase, seeing fireworks? 
Yeah, I know what they mean now.  
Curtis’s lips were soft, his kiss was sweet. Oh fuck, its perfect. Don’t moan, don’t moan, don’t moan, I chant in my head. A soft moan escapes my throat.  
Fuck me.  
Curtis smiles against my lips before moving to deepen it. He runs his tongue against the seam of my lips, asking for permission. I don’t want to give in, but I do.  And I am lost.  
Curtis 
Holy fuck, she tastes amazing.  Like sugar or honey.  I’ve never tasted something so sweet. I kiss the life out of her, taking what I can get.  When I needed to breathe, I slowed down and pulled away.  Kissing her gently again, I pulled back and saw her eyes were still closed. “Open them for me Kitten.” Her eyes flutter open, and her blue green eyes are wide with lust. “Perfect,” I whisper, and she blushes. “Will you let me take you on a date, Kitten?” She nodded and a single tear fall. “Presley?” 
“I want to explain but I can’t. Not right now.  Is that ok?” Her lip trembled in fear.  
“Of course, Kitten. I’ll be here when you’re ready.”  
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A cigarette lights in the dark.  A man looks at Everett Manor with a sneer.  She’s been so close this whole time.  Her father said that she had been lost for five years. She had been promised to me and then she ran after her mother had died.  It was a shame he had to orchestrate her murder, but he couldn’t let it get out what he had done.  
He had barely escaped with his life while he had been waiting.  Fucking Lloyd Hansen almost got him killed.  But he left before the maylay of Barber infiltrating the house.  Now he wanted to take his place at the head of a family.    
And she is the key.  
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Curtis 
After I left Presley’s room, I went to my office to catch up on emails before the kids got home. Wanted to spend some time with them before we started the week again.  I flagged any important emails and sent some to Clint for Monday when I saw one from Jensen.  
From: Jake Jensen   To: Curtis Everett  RE: Presley Adams  Hey Mr. Everett,   I did the deep dive as requested and your man was right, her history only goes back five years.  With the photo you sent, I was able to do facial recognition and got a hit.  See the file attached.  Let me know if I can help with anything else.   Jenson 
I hovered over the attachment and stopped.  If I really wanted to pursue a relationship with Presley, going behind her back and reading her past would ruin that.  She knows she needs to be honest with me and she’s going to.  She was scared but I promised her I would be a safe place to fall.  I move the email into a secure file on my computer for safe keeping. If I wanted her to trust me, I had to trust her, for now.  A timid knock came from the door.  “Yes?” My beautiful kitten’s face appeared. “Hi Kitten.”  
“Hi,” she smiled softly. “Clint said the kids are eating at their house before he brings them back. I’m making breakfast for dinner. Would you like to join me?” 
I smile. “I would love to.” I closed down my computer and followed her to the kitchen. Adam was also off on Sundays and usually we either went out to eat or we ate with Clint’s family. But Presley hadn’t joined either time, probably because of me.  She knew her way around the kitchen.  When she bent to get a pan, her delectable ass was now up in the air.  I suppressed a groan but walked over to her. When she stood, I placed my hands on her hips and kissed her neck softly. “Beautiful,” I whispered.  She turned her head, and I captured her lips once more.  
“Curtis,” she moaned as I deepened it. I lifted her to the counter and wrapped her legs around me.  She pulled back. “Can we take it slow?” 
“Of course, Kitten.”  
I moved to step back but she held on to me. “I don’t mind this I just don’t want you to expect more when I’m not there yet.”  
I smiled and tucked some hair behind her ear. “I can do that.”  
I’d wait forever for her.  
My Kitten.  
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thetypingpup · 2 years
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Of Silver Tongues and Golden Days
Pairing: creative writing professor!kun x student!reader (female reader)
Genre: smut, college!au
Wordcount: 3.2K
Content: age gap (legal ofc), oral (female receiving), unprotected sex in the lecture hall, pet names, lots of praise and body worship 
Attraction and desire are incredible forms of inspiration, and Dr. Qian decides to show you just how much you inspire him.
“...And that’s why you want to incorporate sensory details.”
You’re trying your hardest to pay attention to Dr. Qian, you really are. This was your favorite class this semester, and you really did learn from him. But today, you found yourself phasing in and out of the lecture, catching only bits and pieces at a time.
If you’re being honest with yourself, everything about him turns you on. From the way his lips move as he talks, to the way his long fingers curl around the expo marker as he writes, to the timbre of his voice as he explains what was in the textbook chapter you didn’t read before class. At one point he steps away from his podium to the other side of the board and you can only wonder why did he decide to wear a blazer today? As if his attire of a button up and rather tight fitting slacks wasn’t enough, now you had to endure the absolutely alluring way the blazer frames his shoulders and torso.
Dr. Qian has always been attractive, one of the most attractive professors you ever had, but today it’s really starting to get to you. Maybe it’s the way sunlight floods in through the windows, highlighting the subtle gleam in his dark eyes and brightening the room with bright gold rays. Maybe it was the way he kept glancing in your direction throughout the lecture, those eyes boring into yours as he instructs the class to, “Focus on how you feel writing the scene.” 
It’s not the first time he looked in your direction, but today his eyes are alight with something intense, imperceptible to everyone except for you. His gaze ignites something within you, bringing heat to the surface of your cheeks as you try in vain to pay attention to the rest of the lecture. You press your legs together, feeling a flicker of arousal right between your legs as he says, “Really draw the reader in and immerse them. Make them feel what you feel.”
You let out a sigh of relief as he sits at his desk and assigns you a short prompt to work on. All you had to do was pick something in the room and describe it. You rush to take out a pen and paper, thankful to receive a reprieve from the onslaught of erotic excitement. Your hand automatically moves across the paper and you get lost in the words you write, allowing yourself the chance to get your feelings under control and stare at something other than his adam’s apple or his sharp jawline. The energy that thrums through your body is soon channeled through your hand and onto the page in the form of hastily scribbled words, and for the first time since you walked in, you can breathe easy without the staccato stutter from sensual stimulation.
Dr. Qian looks calm and collected as he thumbs through his book, waiting for the students to hand in their assignments before leaving. You make sure you’re the last one done, staring right at him as you add your paper to the pile. His soft hair is still perfectly styled, not a hair out of place, round glasses perched atop his nose. Standing in front of his desk, face to face with those hands, those lips, those eyes, has your breath hitching despite yourself.
“Finished?” He quirks a brow but doesn’t look up from his book, his tone deceptively casual.
You nod, biting your lip. You stand there at his desk, waiting as he sets the book down and picks up your prompt. He reads over your paper, eyes widening for a moment in shock before gleaming with satisfaction. He chuckles softly, and you’re not sure whether to be offended or worried at his reaction.
“Do you know what you wrote?” He inquires with a curious lilt. Honestly you weren’t sure what was on the paper, too lost in trying to distract yourself from staring at him.
He hands your paper back to you, the corner of his lip lifting in amusement, “It would appear that you wrote about me.”
You feel all sensation drain from your face as you scan the words on the page. All of your thoughts were right there, clear as day, even musings that weren’t consciously at the forefront of your mind. You described every part of him with the utmost detail, from his face, to his voice, to his attire, to the idea of a tent forming between his legs as you-
“There’s no need to be worried. I don’t mind.” His words thankfully pull you out of your riviere, his expression kind and calm as he admits, “If anything, I’m quite flattered to be a source of inspiration for you. After all, that’s what you are to me.”
He’s just as calm as he stands from his desk and approaches you from behind, hands automatically finding purchase on the curve of your waist. Those plush lips you spent a great deal of time eyeing brush over your ear as he whispers to you, “You’ve been an inspiration to me for quite some time, my dear. Everytime I look at you, everytime you speak, I feel a rush of exhilaration that I haven’t felt in such a long time. Ideas flow through my mind faster than I could keep up with, mingling with an ever present need to have you. I envision sweeping landscapes and gorgeous designs, backdrops for plots of grand proportions. At first I tried to ignore it, trying to maintain the boundaries of this...academic relationship, but I can’t deny it anymore.”
His voice is deeper than earlier, taking on an almost rough quality that has you weak in the knees as he speaks, “I want you. I want you more than anyone I’ve ever had. Truth be told I’ve been lusting after you all semester, and now that I see that you want me too, I just have to get my chance. That is, if you’ll let me.”
By now your head is spinning with arousal, and you grip the edge of the desk to ground yourself. You turn around and breathlessly tell him yes Dr. Qian, yes you want him too. How could you say no when he tells you in that voice that he’s been wanting you just as badly as you want him?
“Kun,” He insists as he leans in closer, chest pressed against your back, “I want to hear you say my name while you take my cock.”
His lips feel so good as they trail kisses down your neck, heated pleasure sparking from each spot he kisses. You gasp in surprise as he presses his hips against your ass, and you can feel that he’s even more worked up than you. The outline of his arousal is clear as day, and your mind whirls with lust as his hands grab hold of your hips and he grinds against you, pulling you against him.
“This, is how I always imagined having you,” He mutters between quiet grunts, and you bite back a moan as you feel his length slide against your core through your clothes, “Bent over my desk just like this, screaming my name as you gasp for air, fucking you right into the hard wood.”
“But first,” He pauses, relaxing his grip on you as he says, “I have to see the rest of that gorgeous body for myself.”
He makes quick work of your clothes, a flurry of garments falling to the floor in a rush of fabric. Statements of want escape his lips atop quick pants as he gets more worked up by the moment, “I couldn’t wait to see you like this, completely undressed and all to myself. And now, now that I see what you look like under those layers of clothes…”
He trails off and before you know it your ass meets the cool wood of the edge of the desk, his hands settling on your hips as he gazes at you with a look of sheer reverence, “You’re even more perfect than I could’ve ever imagined.”
Anything you have to say disappears on the tip of your tongue as he kisses you feverishly, hands roving all over your body. Within seconds he grabs one of your thighs, squeezing it as his other hand fondles your breast. You manage to tug his blazer off his shoulders as you kiss him back just as hard, humming against his mouth as he presses closer to you. The blazer falls to the floor in a heap of black fabric as you tug open the buttons of his shirt, watching between kisses as the planes of his broad chest are slowly revealed. He grips your waist at this, fingertips pressing into the skin harder and harder as his tongue slips past your lips. His tongue strokes your own as he maps out your mouth, and he moans aloud against your lips.
“I could keep kissing this beautiful mouth of yours all day,” He breathes out between kisses, “Your lips are so soft and fit perfectly against mine, like you were made for me.”
He pulls back for the moment and cups your face, speaking to you in a tone of reverence that has your cheeks burning so hot you’re sure he can feel it as his thumbs brush over your cheekbones, “You’re gorgeous my dear, from your dazzling eyes, to your soft lips, to your beautiful hair. Absolutely gorgeous.”
He takes a moment and runs his tongue over his bottom lip, eyes darkened with lust as he looks you up and down, “But the rest of you must be appreciated as well.”
His lips move down your throat to where your neck meets your shoulder, dancing over the skin of your collarbone as he muses aloud, “You look positively delectable, my dear. It’s almost too good to be true, that I can see every inch of your skin, touch every part of this glorious form.”
Heat continues to burn atop your cheeks as his hands fondle your breasts, kneading the flesh in his eager hands, “You are truly something to behold, from the peaks of your breasts to the valley of your waiting core. You need only ask, and I would travel this landscape every day.”
His head moves down quickly, pure need slowly overtaking his desire to explore you. He traces a line right down the middle of your torso with his mouth, all the while describing each bit of you in exquisite detail. His lips press against every part of you, even your imperfections, insisting they add to the absolutely radiant portrait that is you. The mixture of timidity and titillation flowing through you becomes more overwhelming by the moment, swirling in a viscous pool in the pit of your stomach. To think that he’s coming up with these poetic descriptions off the top of his head, all because of you, has you more turned on than you ever thought possible. 
His face is nestled between your breasts, nuzzling the flesh as he mumbles, “You’re a work of art, like a statue carved by the greatest sculptor, and crafted from the finest stone in the land. The most delicate and meticulous brush strokes came together to form the painting that is you, more worthy of awe and wonder than the birth of Aphrodite herself.”
The next thing you know he’s kneeling beneath you, teasing your legs apart with practiced ease before pressing open mouthed kisses just below your navel. He looks up at you with those eyes as he slowly teases his way down to the apex of your thighs, those eyes now alight with eroticism and pure esteem. He doesn’t stop mumbling about how beautiful you are as he mouths at your thighs, using a hint of teeth to punctuate his points, just enough to make you gasp and grab his hair. 
You let out a rather undignified squeak as he buries his nose in your heat, taking a long inhale. He picks up on your shyness as chuckles as he pulls back, remarking, “Remember what I said about sensory details, my dear. Every little bit counts, and might I say your scent is absolutely intoxicating.”
Abashment doesn’t get the chance to fully form as his tongue starts mapping out the folds of your centre, moving slowly as if he’s trying to memorize every bit of you. You keep your grip on his hair as pleasure flickers through your core like candlelight with each stroke of his skilled tongue.
“You taste even better than you look,” He notes, fingers curled around your hips as his thumbs spread you open, “Like the most succulent nectar the world could offer.”
His tongue runs over your clit just as languidly, eyes transfixed on your entrance between licks. He hums lowly between the unhurried laps of his tongue as he muses aloud, “It’s fascinating, how your juices flows from the petals of your delicate flower with each flick of my tongue. I swear, I could feast upon the absolute ambrosia that is your slick arousal for an eternity, and still never be satisfied.”
He licks more incessantly at your flaring heat, growing more and more desperate by the moment as he indulges in the addictive delicacy that is your core. You arch your back as he moves faster and faster, panting as that flame of pleasure burns with greater intensity with each passing moment, especially when he wraps his lips around your clit and sucks. You feel him slowly ease two fingers past your entrance and thrust, shuddering from the vibrations as he remarks how tight you are right against your clit. You buck your hips as he slowly pumps his fingers inside you, letting out a whimper as his fingertips reach the sensitive bundle of nerves deep inside you. Your excitement builds and builds, the coil of lust tightening in the pit of your stomach.
He stops right before you cum, his gaze gleaming with desperation as he tells you, “I can’t wait another second. I have to fuck you, and I have to fuck you now.”
Your back meets the cool wood of the desk as he frees his cock and slowly eases his way inside you, “I’d much rather have you like this, so I can see the entirety of your flawless form while I fuck you.”
You bite your lip as his sheer girth stretches you like no one else has before, gasping out a whimper as his length plunges deeper inside you than anyone you’ve ever had. He holds your face in his hands as you get used to the size of him, a humored rumble giving his voice a slight lilt, “I understand I require quite the adjustment. There’s no rush. But please, when I do fuck you into this desk, don’t hold back the splendid symphony of your sensual sonority. I want to hear everything.”
With a languid exhale you relax and nod to tell him to start, gripping his biceps as he starts thrusting into you. You press your fingertips against the toned muscle through the fabric of his shirt, panting out moans and whines of pleasure as his cock slides in and out of you. He grunts through clenched teeth, forehead hovering above yours as he mutters, “Oh fuck you feel amazing, with your velvet heat rippling around me. Fuck you’re so fucking tight.”
You can tell he’s losing his composure, his brilliantly constructed musings slowly giving way to more vulgar statements of carnal hunger. His brows knit above his closed eyes and he stops talking all together for the moment, lips parted to let out the most sensual, erotic sounds of pleasure you’ve ever heard. It’s absolutely melodic, the way his voice deepens and dances atop the waves of euphoria that course through you with each dive into your core, a rough grunt pitching the end of each groan. It’s enough to have your clit pulsing as he thrusts into you, and you grip onto him tighter as you lose yourself in the absolute bliss that overcomes you.
Grabbing your hip with one hand as he starts fucking you faster, his other hand bracing himself on the desk by your head. You hold onto him tighter as he rams you into the desk, your body jostled with each thrust, just as he intended. His groans start to take on a breathy quality, and you can hear him quickly getting overwhelmed. He opens his eyes long enough to tell you, “Damn, you look amazing like this, my dear. Look at you, writhing in pleasure beneath me, squeezing around me so fucking tightly.”
The sheer heat of the flame in his gaze flows through you, mingling with the searing bliss that pulses through your veins with each deep thrust. His words become more poetic once again, his hand coming off the desk to hold your face as he speaks, slowing his thrusts for the moment, “You look even better like this, lost to the throes of passion. No siren, no femme fatale, no goddess, holds a candle to the absolutely enchanting allure you possess.”
He stops talking and starts fucking you harder, making you cry out as he hits your sweet spot head on. His groans get rougher and rougher as he grips you hard enough to leave bruises, and you hear the desk creak as he slams into you. The sound of skin slapping echoes off the walls of the lecture hall, mingling with your shared moans of pure bliss. You all but scream and toss your head back at a particularly powerful rush of ecstasy, and he takes the opportunity to lean down and press searing kisses to your neck. You choke on a keen as he bites down on your sensitive spot, sending pleasure spiking through you and intertwining with the waves of fiery euphoria coursing through you with each thrust. You arch your back and wrap your arms around him, pulling him down against your chest as you cum, an explosion of ecstasy overtaking your entire body by surprise. Through the haze of your orgasm you faintly hear him growl your name as you clench around him, and you feel him thrust a few more times before he cums deep inside you in thick spurts of hot seed.
To say you’re confused is an understatement when you hear the scratch of pen on paper beside you. Panting, you look beside you to see that he’s not tired in the least bit. Instead he’s fervently writing, still buried deep inside you. Absently, you ask what the hell he’s doing. He doesn’t seem to hear you, so you repeat the question, and you have to wait a few moments more before he tells you. 
“I’ve finally gotten inspiration after so long. Finally, thanks to you, there are words on the page again.” He kisses you, murmuring against your lips as he tells you, “I can’t let this be a one time thing. I must have you again. Please, my dear, please be my muse.”
You smile against his lips and return the kiss, telling him that it would seem that you already are.
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buckyscrystalqueen · 1 year
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Forever
Pairings: Syverson x OFC (Adele), Sy x OFC
Warnings: Fluff. Just pure fluff
Word Count: 1,356
A/N; So I wrote this story for a creative writing college class. I was listing to my country music playlist while I was thinking about what to write and “Traveling Soldier” by The (Dixie) Chicks came on and this story just popped into my head. So after 8 weeks of critiques, editing, rewriting, and all but pulling my hair out, here it is. @just-chirpin I told you I would tag you when I finally posted this. Class is over and I got an A on this so I am super proud of this!
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Fear. It was a feeling that felt so foreign to Army Captain Jack Syverson but as he sat in the Charlotte airport, impatiently tapping his foot while waiting for his final connecting flight to Savannah, Georgia, it was the only feeling that he was aware of. A gold ring felt like lead in the pocket of his dark blue jeans. The light grey Henley he had on over his muscular chest and arms felt a half size too small. He wondered if she would even recognize him after eight years.
Without thinking he nervously scratched at the short, thick brown beard on his chin before his hand moved up and brushed across the buzz cut he had done after washing years of sand and bad memories off in the shower. The smooth textures beneath his fingertips changed as his hand moved down to the brace on his knee to adjust it subconsciously. He resisted reaching into his tour stained desert brown backpack to pull out the stack of letters he had long since memorized; the ink was starting to fade and the pages had become fragile along the creases from folding and unfolding them, he didn’t want to risk them falling apart like her very first letter had. Those two pages were safely tucked in their envelope, taped together as carefully as his thick fingers could possibly manage.
“Now boarding flight 1721 to Dallas/ Fort Worth at gate D5.” Sy glanced up at his gate number, D2, at the mention of his hometown airport and the fleeting thought of if he was doing the right thing crossed his mind. When he had booked his flight, the only thing he could think about was the gorgeous smile of the stranger he had been writing to for years. The young girl with a bow in her hair didn’t know him from Adam when he sat down in her section at Clary’s Cafe in Savannah the day before he shipped out to California for boot camp. A tour book had recommended the quaint landmark where he was oblivious to the Formica tables and historic prints on the walls and enthralled by his waitress instead.
Her sparkling brown eyes were forever burned in his memory when she agreed to him writing to her while he was deployed. Her French braided, waist length, light brown hair swished freely across her tanned back as she casually led him through the historic squares of her hometown. Etched in his mind forever was the cute, purple with white polka dots bandana wrapped around her head in an impossible attempt to keep the tiny fly aways that framed her face tamed. It was tied in a bow just above her left eye, complimenting her vibrant eye color. The memory of her smile was what kept him going in the desert though. He was forever grateful that he allowed an extra day in Savannah before the last leg of his bus trip to Fort Bragg in North Carolina.
Sy saw that smile every night in his dreams and recalled it during tough times when he sent a fallen or injured soldier home. His thoughts would drift to it during chow, and he could picture it across her pretty face when he would read the detailed letters she sent twice a month. He reread these same letters whenever he needed a pick-me-up when the war got to be just too much for even him to handle. He had long ago memorized the line she had written, “I was never lonely on my walks through the squares until you left,” until it was ingrained on his soul. 
Her smile was the reason he got through officers training. Her freedom was what he was fighting for. That is, it was what he was fighting for until he blew out his left knee breaking up a fight between two blow hard privates that let the desert heat get to their heads. The weeks he spent in the hospital were something he had zero intention of mentioning to her. She had worried enough about him these past eight years to bother her with something so trivial. In his last letter to her he had casually lied and said he was going home to Decatur, Texas in two weeks instead of admitting he was going to surprise her in Savannah.
There went that fear again. Fear that she wouldn’t recognize him when he sat down in what hopefully was still her section at Clary’s. Fear that if it wasn’t, that she would be walking the same route through the squares every Sunday morning like she used to. Fear that he would never be able to find the pen pal that he had fallen in love with. He recalled her comment in a later letter that she “feared the instant connection they had shared many years ago would be gone”, which only added to his anxiety. He hoped to get his feelings in check before his last connecting flight from Charlotte to Savannah. 
Sy’s hands made another pass through his beard, over his head, before scrubbing his tired blue eyes that were most likely blood shot from the sleep he had lost worrying about this trip he was making. The trip where he would finally come face to face with the woman that he loved and yearned to hold. The woman who referred to their one and only day together as the best day she had ever had. In her letters she had claimed she felt like she had always known him.
“Final boarding call for flight 1721 to Dallas/ Fort Worth at gate D5.”
“Wait! Please wait!” a woman cried, catching Sy’s attention. He looked to his right to watch her sprinting through the crowded Charlotte terminal, her long, curly brown hair tied up in a loose bun on the top of her head, and a purple with white polka dot bandana tied as a headband at the front, trying to keep those little fly aways back.
“Adele?” he asked himself as he carefully stood up and grabbed the strap of his backpack. His heart pounding, he limped as fast as he could as she breezed past, dodging an elderly couple that were walking just a bit too slow. “Adele!” She came to a screeching halt, her black Converse sneakers squeaking loudly on the white linoleum floor. She found him instantly in the crowd and all the fears he had been stressing over simply melted away.
“Sy?” she breathed, but they both knew what she was questioning. How was the scrawny boy she met in Savannah now the six foot one, muscular man before her? With the slightest bob of his head in confirmation, she bolted back into his direction and took a flying leap of faith into his arms.
“You’re here,” she whispered with tears in her eyes as they clung tightly together, shocked to find each other in the chaos of Charlotte’s connecting flights. 
“I love you,” was the only thing he could say as he gently leaned back to see her gorgeous smile. He searched her tear-filled eyes as he carefully set her down on the ground and reached into his pocket for the ring that now felt like a brick. “And I will never leave you again. Will you…”
“Yes,” she gasped with a violent nod of her head as she wiped the tears from her eyes as quickly as she could. “I love you, too. I have for years…”
“Me too,” he replied as he slid the band onto her finger. She caressed his scruff covered cheek in her small hand and confirmed her feelings with a gentle kiss. The sights and sounds around them slipped away as they held on to their whole world in that moment. 
“Come home with me.” She whispered when she pulled away to search the sweet blue eyes that she had seen nightly in her dreams. “Please tell me you are coming home. I can’t bear another minute…”
“I’m coming home.” He confirmed with a smile that made her feel whole again. “I’m coming home with you forever.”
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zenwhoberi · 9 months
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Thoughts on Rocket’s origin stories? I mean the OG, the 2012/13 retcon, the Cates run and the film ofc (Telltale and SE optional)
oh man rocket’s backstories is kind of a whole mess. i probably need to gather my thoughts more but fuck it and i’m also mainly going from memory so feel free (all of you!!!) to correct me if i get stuff wrong! i wouldn’t say i’m a rocket expert and i’m mainly just going to ramble.
comics first. the og is absolutely batshit insane. ranger rocket and clowns and asylums. it’s bananas. once rocket made his Grand Return in a:c and gotg 2008 it’s also… never really referenced again right? except for his brief stint in the annihilators post 2008 run. i think it’s unique but equally i can understand why they would want to ground it more (as much as a talking raccoon can be grounded) as gotg went on. it’s also why peter’s earlier adventures have been brushed to the side, but i think it’s notable that ewing is the guy who brought both of these aspects back in a way (more on strange tales in a minute!).
the young series was yeah. idk. blackjack and rocket acting divorced i guess and the moment where rocket breaks down after realising he IS the only one of him was emotional but overall that series was really unfocused and messy and I wasn’t a fan of how rocket was written in it, even though the art was great. cates i thought did ok but it didn’t really give anything people weren’t expecting?
the more recent strange tales comic by ewing had it as if rocket had false memories (?) of his og shenanigans and the reality was much darker (in line with what cates put on page, darker, experiments etc) and was something he didn’t WANT/couldn’t remember. i guess you could call it mcu synergy but seeing as the mcu hadn’t explored any of it it’s also not quite right. more a ‘grounded’ retcon. the false memories aspect is a way to make it all fall in line even if it’s confusing. i think ewing does a good job of writing rocket and i’d like to see him take a real crack at making his multiple origins work in tandem.
overall in general though i LOVE the overarching idea that rocket was made as this experiment because it puts him in line with other, more ‘perfect’ (debatable but certainly on the surface) experiments he finds himself allied with, adam, phy. i wish these kinds of similarities was something explored more, but equally i like that it’s never expressly signified despite being so obvious once noticed.
so i actually think more came from telltale than people give it credit for. I think even so much of gotg3 came from that game. even having lylla in the lab and wanting to see the sky. very heartbreaking the first time i played it and rocket breaking down to peter over lylla was really, REALLY moving. made me tear up. there’s no way gunn wasn’t inspired by this in vol. 3. same can be said of vol. 3 i guess. made me cry and i liked that the relationship between rocket and the “scientists” that made him was given a face and explored w rocket and the high evolutionary, unlike in the cates run and the games.
eidos game i think also did a good job though some of rocket talking about his past didn’t always feel earned when those conversations would trigger at the beginning of the game. i liked that they brought in his og origins by making it stories he would tell the other experiments while he was captured. i also liked his fear of water beginning almost as a joke in the early hours of the game but developing into a significant aspect of his trauma and something that he has to overcome. that was a nice moment. beyond that making his origin story be the kree is kind of insane to me because what the hell would the kree want with a raccoon super soldier. guess we’ll never know!!
ultimately i think comic rocket is a mess right now and something needs to be done about it (get ewing on the phone for all your guardians needs x) and the adaptations all benefit from being more focused.
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― One-Shots
AEW Brutalizer (Orange Cassidy x Reader) Cold Hands, Warm Heart (Kenny Omega x Reader) First Winter (Wheeler Yuta x OFC) Least Favorite Day of the Week (Wardlow x Reader) Mercury Retrograde (Trent x Reader) Personal Snow Globe (Brandon Cutler x OFC) So You’ve Chosen Death (Luchasaurus x Reader) Still with You (PAC x Reader) The Ghost of Christmas Present (Best Friends) The Worst Thing in the World (Matt Jackson x OFC) Worth Trying (Brandon Cutler x Reader) You’re Welcome (Wardlow x OFC)
WWE/NXT “Chipped Tooth” (Timothy Thatcher x OFC) “Or Something” (Pete Dunne x Reader)
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mycheersricochet · 2 years
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Knockout Series Masterlist
Summary: When Jay White came to IMPACT he recruited a Knockout that he decided to keep secret. Jay asked her to enter Kenny Omega's trusted circle. Kenny, having spent time in IMPACT already had his eye on her but did not pursue anything with her. She came to him and followed him to AEW. During his injury, she remained by his side throughout his recovery. Until it's time for his return where Jay White plans to deliver his final plan. Will she help Jay and become an official member of the Bullet Club or choose Kenny in the end or is there another man that will come into her life and wreck her plans?
Pairings: Jay White x reader, Kenny Omega x reader, Adam Page x reader (sequel is no longer reader but OFC)
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Parts: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14 - 15
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Bonus Chapter: 1
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racerchix21 · 1 year
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I’m RacerChix21 on AO3
Wheeler Yuta x Daniel Garcia x Ricky Starks (now):
[Fluff and stuff]
The Pure Brat Chronicles: An Introduction
Punishing the Pure Brat (pt 1)
Happy birthday baby P.S. You have a nice butt (side story)
Random HC from a pic I sent @sunnyfleur23
Drabble based on Danny flipping Wheeler off @ ROH Final Battle 2022
Love and Other Emotions (fluffy) (pt 2)
Tag Teaming (Good lord get your mind out of the gutter) (pt 3)
You’re Safe In Our Arms, Prince Charming (side story)
Daniel Garcia:
Wrestling with Forever (1/?)
Jon Moxley/Dean Ambrose:
Stealing Cinderella [fluff]
You touched my ass {OFC! Shawnee Lucas}
Eddie Kingston:
Every Other Weekend (WIP)
Seth Rollins:
Maybe Second Chances (11/18/22) [kinda fluff/kinda angst]
Definite Second Chances (12/24/22) [Fluff]
What am I gonna do? [OFC! Reese Matthews]
Seth Rollins x Dean Ambrose x Roman Reigns:
Christmases With You (2022) [Fluff]
Doing Something Stupid (the drabble)
Doing Something Stupid (the fic)
Jon Moxley x Wheeler Yuta:
Why Wasn’t I Good Enough? [hurt/comfort]
Roman Reigns:
Tequila Tears and Conversations [Angst]
The First Time [Fluff]
Hang On and Don’t Let Her Go [Fluffy Angst]
Nick Jackson:
I got you babe [Fluff]
Seth Rollins x Jon Moxley/Dean Ambrose
When was the last time you slept (fluff)
Coffee Kisses
Dean Ambrose x Roman Reigns
Back Up He’s Mine
Sami Zayn x Kevin Owens
Breakfast in bed and maybe a little more (like forever)
Hangman Adam Page x Kenny Omega
Chubby Bunny
Bryan Danielson x Wheeler Yuta
Two Black Cadillacs Driving In A Slow Parade
Bryan Danielson x Daniel Garcia
Two Black Cadillacs Driving In A Slow Parade
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Hangman Adam Page: I'm A Drifter (And I Know That Doesn’t Do Me Any Good) - Chapter 3
Pairing: Hangman Adam Page x OFC
When he pictured himself being so close to the World Heavyweight Championship again, he never imagined it would be against his former tag partner. Poised an inch away from his dream and feeling miles away from his former friends, Hangman Adam Page considers taking his shot to get something else he's been been wanting. If only he can make his move. Is what he wants just a kiss away or is he too late? Is it actually what he wants at all?
Rating: E (for later chapters) Word Count: ~5,300 Warnings: alcohol consumption, sexual content (later chapters)
READ CHAPTER 3 ON AO3
(ch. 1 | ch. 2 | ch. 3)
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Sweethearts | Hangman Adam Page
Chapter 1: Call Me When You Want
Pairing: Hangman Adam Page x OFC (Raquel “Kelly” Montero)
Word Count: 2,459
Warnings: Mox & Nora make an appearance so if children in fics kinda throws you off, then this isn’t for you. Also there’s cursing.
Author’s Note: Hello, everyone! It’s been a minute since I actually finished something. I hope that y’all enjoy it. Feedback is appreciated! Send me an ask if you want to know more about them, I’m not gonna lie when I say it’ll help spark ideas for me to continue this further :]
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She could see him from across the banquet hall screwing around with the dark order. Brandon was with them, camera pointed at the group while they tried their best to get through their BTE segment without laughing. They were playing a card game of some kind, sitting around a folding table. He was sitting chest to chair back, one arm across the curve of it, staring thoughtfully at the cards in his other hand. His tongue poked out and ran along his lips. She could hear someone - Uno probably, though she couldn’t be sure because her eyes were preoccupied - say something that made the entire group giggle, which immediately brought the most beautiful smile to his face. He was absolutely beaming. And to make matters worse, he cocked his head to the side, leaning it sleepily on his arm.
Wow, she thought, looking back down at her book. She had held it up to her face while she gazed at him. He is so fucking pretty. Too bad he’s literally never noticed me ever.
And then she felt it.
The feeling in the back of her spine, at the base of her neck. The little tug at her mind that begged her to pay attention.
Shh! It said. Somebody's watching you.
She looked up, horrified but curious.
Bright eyes met her dark ones. The color was unfathomable from the distance, but she had heard him say it once in an interview. They were green. If she had to describe them, though, they were ocean eyes. Sometimes bright blue, sometimes green, sometimes grey or almost brown, depending on the colors that surrounded him. The colors that he reflected. Just like the ocean.
Her eyes widened. Fuck.
Fuck fuck fuck.
He was looking at her.
What the fuck.
He didn’t seem to notice her mental breakdown. He ran his tongue across his lips again, and she could feel something deep in the pit of her stomach. John was next to him, flexing his bulging biceps at Brandon’s camera. All the men of the dark order were entranced, ogling him. Meanwhile, this one, the handsome one with the green eyes, was staring at her.
Her heart was racing. She wondered if anyone could hear it.
She pulled her book back up to her face, breaking eye contact. “That’s enough risk-taking for one day,” she mumbled to herself.
“Raquel ‘Kelly’ Montero, you are a professional wrestler.” A voice from behind took her by surprise. She whirled around and dropped her book with an echoing thud, catching the attention of everyone in the open banquet hall. She reached for her book, embarrassed by her lack of poise, and tried not to think about how he was probably looking at her again right now. She looked up, finding the familiar face of Jon Moxley, looking particularly amusing with one of those baby carrier thingies strapped across his chest, a chubby little Nora in tow. “Now what could possibly be more tied to taking risks than that?”
Kelly’s mouth formed a thin line. Was she gonna tell him? No. She couldn’t. This wasn’t something you just tell a guy. Certainly not her best friend’s guy. She could just hear Renee in her head: I cannot believe you told Jon before you told me!!
“I—“
“It’s Hangman, isn’t it.” He said it so dryly it didn’t even feel like a question. As if the question was just a courtesy. Nora babbled at the sound of his voice.
“How did you—“
“—Renee.”
“But I haven’t even told Renee yet!”
“I don’t know what to tell you. But she knows.”
Kelly sighed in exasperation. Unbelievable. She pulled on the duffel bag beneath her chair, figuring it was probably best to put her book away for now, and zipped it back up.
“Why don’t you just talk to him?”
She shook her head so quickly she was surprised it didn’t twist off. “No. Absolutely not.”
“Fine. Look, I’m not one to talk because I usually don’t fuckin’ talk or give a shit, but I’m trying to reason this out from your level.” He motioned for her to scoot a bit so he could sit on the edge of her chair, and she obliged him, giving Nora her index finger while he continued. “He’s a locker room leader. Came with the title. You gotta say hello. It’s common practice and everyone will think you’re a piece of shit if you don’t.”
Raquel squirmed. He had a point. It’d been a few weeks and she still hadn’t had the guts to shake his hand. That probably looked bad to somebody, and she couldn’t handle that kind of judgement. She groaned, making Nora’s eyes go wide. “Sorry, sweetie.” And then to Jon: “Fine, but I’m gonna be mad about it.”
She closed her eyes for a few seconds to calm herself and steel her nerves, but she realised the longer she took the more she tried to talk herself out of it. “Fuck. Okay. Fuck it.” She launched herself off the chair.
“Atta girl.”
Before she could even think, she was halfway across the banquet hall and she could almost see the grassy green of his eyes. Hahaha, oh shit.
“Hey, Kelly,” Brandon looked out from beneath his camera and waved. “We were just finishing up a BTE segment for next week.”
“Oh, hey, Brandon!” she mentally smacked herself for sounding as if she just noticed him when she had in fact been gunning in his and the dark order’s direction. She suddenly felt exposed and awkward. “I actually came to introduce myself? I realised I haven’t even met everyone and I’ve already been with y’all a few weeks.”
Brandon smiled and nodded. “Yeah, sure, lemme help you with that. Everyone, this is Kelly Montero, she’s one of TK’s newest acquisitions.” The members of the dark order took turns saying hello and shaking her hand, while Brandon told her their names. “And this,” he said, gesturing towards Hangman, “is our AEW world champion, Hangman Page.”
It was the first moment she allowed herself to look him in the eyes again. He stood up from his chair, beautiful green eyes meeting hers as he reached for her hand. “That introduction was embarrassing, I’m so sorry,” he said, and tripped over his chair. He sighed, pulling himself together. “That, too.”
She laughed, attempting a second time to shake his hand. Kelly noted his hand was a bit rough, but not in a way that was unpleasant. “Hi, Hangman. Nice to meet you.” She shyly pulled a strand of hair from her face and tucked it behind her ear.
“Oh, don’t-it’s Adam. Just Adam.”
“Okay. Adam.”
He seemed pleased. It was only then that Kelly realised they were still holding hands, and pulled away, blushing. A small smile played on his lips. She wondered if it meant something.
“Uh, Brandon called you Kelly, is that really your name?”
At this point, everyone in the dark order had stopped paying attention to her, talking amongst themselves while Brandon sat down across from them to survey his footage.
“It’s…Raquel, actually. But everyone calls me Kelly.”
Adam’s eyebrows furrowed as he gestured toward the chair John had vacated beside him, and her heart leapt. She sat down next to him as he spoke. “Do you prefer Kelly?”
She squirmed in her seat, rubbing the palm of her hand with the opposite thumb. She couldn’t bear to look at his eyes anymore. It was like being completely and totally exposed. It was horrifying. And yet, somehow, it was the most she’d felt in her soul in years. “Actually, I hate being called Kelly. I just let them because people say Raquel is hard to say?” She shrugged. “I dunno, it’s just always been like that.” An awkward laugh erupted out of her. “I don’t even know why I’m telling you this? You don’t even know me.”
Adam smiled, leaning back in his chair. He looked positively mesmerizing, splayed out on his chair like a lazy house cat. He did that little thing she’d noticed before, where his head cocked to the side and rested on his arm. “Maybe not. But…” he paused, catching her eyes, “...I’d like to, if that’s okay.”
She blinked. Twice, three times. Finally, “Uh. Yeah. Yeah, definitely.”
From his back pocket, he pulled out his phone. He started typing. “Ra….quel. Mon. Tero. Parenthesis, Not…Kelly. Close Parenthesis.” He handed it over to her. “Here.”
She took the phone shyly into her hands, forcing herself not to notice that their fingers had brushed and a fire had lit beneath her skin. Staring at the little screen, she smiled, a small moment of curiosity flashing across her face. Wetting her lips, “You spelled my name right.”
“I did?” He sighed, his mouth animatedly turning into a circle and letting out air, “that’s great because I feel like I embarrassed myself enough today.” They both laughed.
“You? Embarrassing? Nuh uh, no way. Champions don’t get embarrassed!” Raquel flirted, mentally kicking herself for allowing herself to be one of those girls. But wait. Literally why shouldn’t I be? Who cares?
While Raquel battled herself on whether it was okay to flirt, Adam answered her bashfully, scratching at the base of his neck. “Well, you’d be surprised.” He pulled himself out of his resting position, making to stand. “Guess there’s a lot about me you still need to find out.” His eyes brightened. Man, was he perfect. His golden curls framed his face in a way that could make a pageant girl jealous.
She stood up too, flattening out her skirt with her hands, cheeks flushing red. God. God! Then, “Oh! Wait.” She pulled out her phone, opened a new contact page, and handed it to him.
“Don’t trust me?” He joked. “Not like you don’t know where to find me.” His eyes gestured around them, then he smiled at her radiantly. Everything about him made her heart flutter.
“Whaaaaaat? No!” She smirked. “No, actually, I - I don’t answer strange numbers.” Her arms folded across her body.
“Oh,” he squinted at her, biting his lip. Amused. Flawless. “Reckon that makes sense.” He finished typing his contact in, handed it back.
She stared at her phone. Raised an eyebrow. “Man with No Name?”
He shrugged. “Well, y’know.”
“You really stick to that cowboy gimmick, don’t you?”
He focused on the ground, one of his caiman leather boots scuffing the floor. Tugged lightly on his belt loops. “Like gum on a boot.”
“Oh, my god.” She hid her face behind her hand.
He smiled. Looked back up at her. Moved a little closer. “What?”
The air had been sucked out of the room. Raquel tugged at her loose cardigan, suddenly very aware of the short distance between her mouth and his, a finger’s width away. She wondered if he could hear the loud thumping in her chest. Her eyes fluttered. She wouldn’t allow herself to look down at those lips he so often ran his tongue along, choosing instead to meet his eyes through her fingers.
She could scarcely speak, her voice but a whisper. “Nothing, I just —“
The moment was shattered by the wail of a baby. Turning away from Adam, Raquel’s eyes found Mox and Nora across the banquet hall. He looked to be arguing with her while she sobbed, red little cheeks painted with tears.
She turned back. “I better go help him. Renee’s busy with an interview.”
Adam’s eyebrows furrowed, eyes giving a hint of disappointment. As if maybe he enjoyed her company. Raquel didn’t want to relish that thought too much, for fear she was wrong.
By the time she reached them, Nora was full-on shrieking. If she wasn’t happy, nobody could be happy. “Mox, what did you DO to her?!”
A bag crinkled in his hands, and Raquel could see the brightly colored shape of gummy worms in the packaging. Mox pulled one out, bringing his hand back up towards his mouth, when Nora tried to reach. “I didn’t do nuthin’ but what I was told. Renee said no sugar for the baby.”
Raquel rolled her eyes, incredulous. “So you thought it was a good idea to dangle it in front of her?!” She reached for Nora as Mox sat down to help pull her out of the baby bjorn.
“Kid’s gotta learn you don’t always get whatchu want,” he mumbled as he bit the tail end (or was it the head?) of a gummy worm, “it’s an important life lesson.”
Nora settled the opposite of gently onto Raquel’s hip, still upset but immediately lowering her volume as she noticed the change of hands. Raquel beamed at Mox, who just rolled his eyes. “I guess she knows who her favorites are, don’t you, sweet pea?” she said, falling into a fit of baby talk.
“Hey, eh. None of that sh-well. None of that,” he said, waving another gummy worm in Raquel’s face, who ceased the baby talk. “Kid needs to learn to speak English.”
“Oh, boo to that,” Raquel said, shaking her pinkie in Nora’s little fist as they bobbed gently. The baby’s weight felt comfortable on her hip, like it was always meant to be there. “Also, you realise you already said the f-word and the s-word in front of her today, already, right?”
“Well, fuck it, then. So how’d it go?” Mox nodded, biting off the head (or tail?) of another worm, looking very bluntly in Adam’s direction with no sense of discretion whatsoever.
“Um. Okay?”
Mox scoffed. “Okay? Dude was smilin’ the entire time and phones were in hands. You’re tellin’ me that went just okay?”
Raquel sighed, rolling her eyes, but eventually giving way to a happy grin. Her voice went up a couple pitches but she tried to maintain control of her excitement by whispering. “I have his phone number! He has mine!”
“Oh my god, it’s a miracle,” he replied sarcastically.
Raquel frowned. Then, realised she’d forgotten something. “Thank you.”
“On account of?” He grinned at his baby, who began to squirm in Raquel’s grasp. Nora wanted her daddy back.
“Encouraging me.” Raquel sat down next to Mox, handing the baby over. “Here.”
“Yeah, yeah,” he said, “you’re welcome. But ol’ Mox can’t always be here to take care of you, ya know.”
Raquel smiled, nodding. “I know, I know.”
Mox held Nora up for a second, looked into her eyes and listened to her quiet babble. “Sometimes It’s gonna be Eddie.”
Which made Raquel burst into a fit of laughter.
Across the room, the cowboy’s ear perked up at the sound. He couldn’t help but feel like he wanted to hear that sound, again and again, and again, for the rest of his life.
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sukehiroselei · 10 months
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What's up, homies! This ficlet is brought to you by the Musical Roulette from a few days ago where I had a breakdown posted about feeling guilty about not writing anything. I put my music on shuffle and had a roulette of my fav characters and this was one of the results!!
Homesick by Kane Brown x FrankyxRobin [One Piece]
Homesick (621 words)
If home is where the heart is, I'm homesick for you
A slow day in the Revolutionary Army has Nico Robin staring out at the open sea. She takes up a lounge chair on the deck and flips open the paper, just dropped off by a News Coo flying overhead. She skims over the news articles: Buggy the Clown Becomes Newest Warlord, Tensions Arise as Dissidents of Tequila Wolf Bridge Stage Coup D’Etat; Big Mom Claims Fishman Island Territory Following Whitebeard’s Death.
On the back pages of the paper she finds wanted posters of the world’s most notorious pirates and spots a familiar boy wearing a straw hat with a bounty of 400 million berries. She smiles to herself, thinking of her crewmates and wondering what they must be up to at this moment. She only had a vague idea of where the others were, thanks to the Revolutionary Army’s information network. She heard Nami was seen on Weatheria, Sanji in the Kamabakka Kingdom, and Brook was gaining popularity as The Soul King.
Her mind drifts off to the others. She deduces that Kuma somehow intended to send them to these islands, based on the stories she’d heard from Koala about the former warlord. A part of her is worried—will Chopper be okay? He hates being alone—but ultimately, she knows that each member of her crew is self-sufficient in their own right.
She brings a hand over her brows to squint at the sky, so blue and wide, with nary a cloud on the horizon. The shade reminds her of a certain cyborg’s pompadour, and she can hear the word Super! being shouted with much enthusiasm.
She thinks of him strumming a too-small guitar for enormous hands, and the sight of tears streaking down his face whenever they hear a stirring tale about overcoming hardship with loved ones by your side.
Robin smiles, still in disbelief that she has finally found a family to call her own. A long time ago, she boarded the Going Merry thinking it will be a few months traveling with the Straw Hats until they try to collect the bounty on her head. Loss and betrayal had been the only languages Robin spoke, but the crew only spoke love, kindness, and loyalty.
When Robin was made to remember the looming threat of her past coming to light, she tried to sacrifice her life for theirs at Water 7. At the time, she thought that death was easier than finally knowing love and not being able to have it, until Franky came along and taught her the importance of never letting go of the precious people you call family.
It doesn’t surprise her now, because Franky has always been a builder and a fixer. When the world sought to destroy him, he forged a new identity for himself, and created his own family to fill the gap left behind after his own loss. By being himself, he helped her fix the pieces of her she once thought were too broken to be loved, made even better and stronger by his iron-will.
To a girl whose belongings fit in a backpack ready to flee at a moment’s notice, the idea of home was as real as a fairytale. But Franky created a place of permanence for her on their ship, carving out shelves of Adam Wood where Robin can fill it with however many books she wanted, as if telling her There’s no need to run away anymore. This is yours. This is where you need to be.
Suddenly, she’s overcome with an emptiness in her chest. The absence of all her crewmates inspired a longing within her, but if home is where the heart is…
Then her heart must be nestled between three bottles of cold cola somewhere in the world.
Two years couldn’t come soon enough.
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Please be patient; it's my first time writing a One Piece fic & it was just a fun little prompt to get my brain going so ofc it's quite rough 😬 Hope you liked it anyway 😆
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The Sensitivity of Horses, Part 2
A sequel to this story, which you'll probably want to read although I don't think it's strictly speaking necessary to make sense of this one. Eagle-eyed readers will note that this is not the other story I posted an excerpt from earlier. That one is still coming. I was just in a Hangman mood.
Pairing: Hangman Adam Page x OFC
Word count: 1,338
Content advisory: sexual content (non-explicit)
You try to stay out of sight, mostly. It’s not entirely possible, of course, there are plenty of people who know who you are, although, you can’t help but notice, a lot who don’t. The place is growing. He’s part of something exciting, exactly like he deserves. No one is rude to you. You’d thought that maybe they would be but the worst you get is that some of them look at you funny, like you’re an old part being inserted into a new car. You don’t fit. You’ll screw everything up. 
In private, they won’t be so cagey. They’ll laugh and whisper among themselves. What the hell is she even doing here? Didn’t he leave her? I knew she’d come back begging. Fair enough. You deserve their scorn. You deserve his. 
Your first glimpse of Adam hits you in the gut. You knew it would but it’s still enough that you have to steady yourself against the wall. He’s still so beautiful that you can’t believe he was ever yours, let alone that you screwed things up. Oh how you screwed things up. He was feeling broken and you took a hammer to him but here he is now looking like a golden god with that title and his friends. So much better off without you. It’s incredibly selfish what you’re doing, showing up here. 
It’s a while before he’s on his own, a while that you have to hide in the shadows because there’s no way you’re going to approach him when people who care about him are there. They’d throw you out on your head before you said more than a word to him, which is probably a good instinct. But eventually he’s left alone and in the open, grabbing himself a bottle of water from catering and that’s when you approach. 
“Was starting to think you were just going to spy on me from a distance all night,” he sighs without looking up at you. 
On top of everything, it hurts to know that you’ve been so clumsy and obvious. 
“I thought about it,” you answer truthfully. “I wasn’t sure if it was a great idea for us to talk. Or for me to be around you at all.”
He shrugs. “It probably isn’t.”
That’s when he looks up and, once again, you feel your knees turn to water. Those big, vulnerable eyes, blue like a field of cornflowers, flash at you and all you want is to wrap him up under your wings and protect him, except that what you need to protect him from is you. 
“I guess you’re here now,” he grumbles. “Might as well talk.”
He brushes past you and heads down the hall without another word and you trail after him. It would be better for both of you if you left. You shouldn’t walk with him into his dressing room. But you do. 
He keeps his back to you when you enter and your eyes drift longingly over the curve of his perfect ass, which is when he glances back. He gives you a hard look before he drops onto the little sofa. He hasn’t had a match tonight. He hasn’t even had to get into his gear. But he still gives the impression of being exhausted.  
“What’s up?”
“I… I brought the papers,” you stammer, reaching into your purse and taking out the hateful bundle. 
“You couldn’t have just had your lawyer send them over?”
“I could have, yeah.”
He rolls his eyes and takes a long swig from the water bottle. His tongue swipes his lips quickly when he puts it down and you feel an immediate stirring in your core. He notices that too. 
“Figured you’d be at home taking care of ol’ Kenny,” he smirks. 
That shot lands. You deserve it. 
“Do you seriously not know?”
He gives a mirthless half-laugh. 
“I heard things didn’t work out with you two.”
“He dumped me about a month after you did.”
“Wow. Didn’t realize it was that quick. He really was just using you.”
Again, this is no more than you deserve. 
“Yup. That’s exactly it. I couldn’t deal with what you were going through, so I had an affair with a guy who seemed like he might actually be interested in me, you found out, and as soon as Kenny realized he might actually have to be in a real relationship, he kicked me to the curb.”
Adam glances down but you still notice how his face twitches in anger. Is it at you? At Kenny? Is it possible that there’s still a part of him that hates to hear that you’ve been hurt? 
You open your mouth to speak but he leans forward and snatches the divorce papers out of your hand before you can. He glances through them and, predictably, lets out an exasperated sound before tossing them on the table next to him. 
“They don’t work if you don’t sign them,” he snorts. 
“I know.” You can hear the wave of tears rising in your voice and focus on not giving in. You don’t want him to think that you’re trying to manipulate him by crying. “I just thought…”
He glares right at you, every emotion flowing through him in full view. 
“I’m sorry,” you whisper. “I have a pen.”
You fumble through your bag until you find it and reach over to grab the papers, but he grabs hold of your arm before you can reach them. He holds you like that for a second before pressing his face against the inside of your arm, pulling you ever so slowly closer. The contrast of his soft lips and the coarse hairs of his beard sends every one of your nerves into overdrive. You feel yourself start to tip forward but he rescues you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you onto his lap. 
You can’t look at him, not yet, so you run your fingers lightly over his face and bury yourself in his neck. He squeezes your hips and lets his hands move just under the hem of your shirt. The feeling of his fingertips on your sensitive stomach sets you off and you kiss him, aggressively, with everything that you’ve been holding on to for the months you’ve been apart. The most terrifying thing is that he responds with just as much passion, even though he shouldn’t. 
The familiar, thrilling feeling of his hardening prick through his jeans has you grinding yourself against him, and he responds by pushing his hands further up, over your bra, teasing your nipples until you think they’re going to cut right through the fabric. 
“That what you came here for? You wanted a goodbye ride?”
“No,” you sob, giving into the need to cry, “I don’t want a goodbye anything.”
He leans back and wipes your face with his thumb. 
“So what do you want?”
You let your hand drop and run over the outline of his belt buckle for a few minutes before answering. 
“I want my husband to believe me when I say that I’m more than sorry, and that I would never do anything like what I did. Never again.”
He stares into you for a long moment before pulling you in to kiss you again. The taste of him is so comforting and at the same time so arousing that you just fall into it, losing yourself until he pulls back a little. 
“I don’t know if I can do that,” he whispers, caressing your neck and collar bone. 
He looks up at you again and nods a little. 
“I understand,” you murmur. 
With a deep breath, you start to push yourself away but his grip on you tightens. You lean down and press your lips to his again, running your palm roughly over the bulge in his pants and moaning softly into his kiss. 
“I don’t know if I can forgive you,” he repeats, pulling away just slightly, “but I think I might want to try.
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Thanks for answering my ask love your blog and Jelly! So yeah I hate how the lies were never revealed obviously because Jenny is one of Conrad's d riders >.> I think Belly knows by now they're lies but why hasn't she confronted him? I do want Jelly endgame if season 3 is the last they should be together at the end Bonrad has no development really the third book was not it that's all I'll say if you haven't read it Jenny basically changes Jeremiah and Belly's characters that's why I always say I'll reread the books but won't read Book 3 again I had to do a double take when I first read it because I thought it was a Bonrad fanfic they also get one page of their endgame so that's funny but pissed how they treated Jelly. Belly's character development went poofed in that book Conrad is way worse in the books than the show only reason Conrad is somewhat likable in the show is because Jenny took some of Jeremiah's qualities and gave them to him and he still looks bad lmao.
Welcome 💙
Yeah Belly not confronting him for the lies was a missed opportunity and I also hated that she kept the infinity necklace, I hope she throws it in a bin asap.
It'll be Laurel x Beck all over again if jelly isn't endgame. Like it was so funny that Belly was sending a flying kiss to Jere on her and Conrad's wedding day 🤣 , like I feel for those poor bonrad stans they got a 1 page endgame and even that was tainted by bellyjere lmao. Bellyjere will just always be superior despite everything.
And like marriage doesn't always equal to endgame or superior ship esp since we see Laurel being divorced and Adam abandoning Susannah and their kids too.
Also Laurel saying love has different seasons in the finale and that book quote "I wanted him for ALL seasons, not just summer" 💖. Tho I loved that in the show Belly decides to go to Finch for volleyball, like ofc Jere being there too is the cherry on the cake but I loved how they changed it from the books. Coz in the books her main reason for choosing Finch was Jere. And that's why I want to hear this I want him for all seasons quote in s3 coz it would be so much more meaningful now.
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