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Note: Sort of early Shield days
“Nat please tell me this is a joke.”
It isn’t. A steady flush creeps up on her cheeks as he turns back around to face her.
“I don’t need your judgement.”
“No, that’s not... Are you going to stab me if I look in here?“ She shrugs noncommittally and he peeks inside her bedroom. With a sigh, he shuts the door again.
“I’m fine, Barton.”
“Didn’t Shield offer to help you with this when you moved in?”
“I.. forgot,” she mumbles lamely, not looking at him.
“You forgot every time you came home and had to sleep on the floor? Natasha you have a budget for this. You don’t even have a chair to sit on.”
“What the fuck do you care?” Anger pushes up in her chest and she doesn’t fight it back. She’s tired. She’s achy. This is her space, not his, and he has no right to judge her for it. “This isn’t your apartment. If I want to sleep on the floor then so be it. Or is the bed more for your sake? Fucking on the floor not your style?”
He steps back as though she slapped him and she instantly regrets it. He’s been nothing but kind to her since he took her in. Unlike the other men in her life, he’s never overstepped, never made a comment, never made a move. Fuckfuckfuck. Her stomach drops. She has to fix this. Is it even fixable? Impulsively, she reaches to grab his arm and he stills.
“Clint-“ Is her voice cracking? When did she become so weak? “I didn’t mean-“
“I know.” An awkward silence hangs between them. Of course he would be the one to break it. His hand cups over hers on his arm and she steps closer.
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s forgotten. Get your jacket. We’re going shopping.” She cocks an eyebrow at him. Is he serious? He grins, nudging her shoulder, and she groans. Definitely serious. Mentally she’s already making excuses, but they all drop away as she grabs her coat and follows him out the door.
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“Oh try this one.”
“That color is hideous.”
“Yeah but it’s so comfortable.”
“I am not putting that in my living room.” Rolling her eyes, she can’t help but smile. The couch he’s currently testing out is an obnoxious yellow leather. “That one is nice.” He follows her gaze down the line.
“The red one?”
“No, the grey one.”
“Of course you would like grey. You need some color.”
“I can always add color with throw pillows or blankets. It’s a nice sofa.”
“Couch. No one says sofa. You sound like a furniture magazine.” He slings an arm around her shoulders as they walk to it. She doesn’t shrug him off. If she sits a little closer to him than usual, he doesn’t remark on it. “Okay this is really comfortable. This might be the one.”
“This is the one.”
“Alright. Bed frames and mattresses next.”
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“Why don’t you stay with me tonight? I’m sure you would really love to sleep on your floor one last time, but I promise my couch is more comfortable.”
She doesn’t miss his choice of words. Offering her the couch instead of the bed is intentional, and appreciated. It’s safer.
“It probably would be better on my back.” He can’t stop the smile that spreads across his lips. She relaxes into the passenger seat. Buildings flash by the window. Under his breath, he sings to the song on the radio. “Sorry you had to waste your day.”
“Spending my day with you is never a waste.” She doesn’t know what to say to that. “Besides, I couldn’t, in good conscious, let you keep sleeping on the floor. Bad for the muscles. I gotta make sure you’re in tip-top shape when we spar. Don’t want to beat you too easily.”
“When have you ever beaten me?”
“Pretty sure you tapped out like.. twice.”
“Once,” she corrects, laughing, and now he is too. “And I was recovering from a concussion. I was slow.”
“I’m still taking that as a victory. And you better sleep good tonight cuz tomorrow I’m taking you down.”
“I admire your optimism.”
“Hey Nat?”
“Yeah?”
“I had a good day today.” She smiles.
“Me too.”
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Part 4 of incorrect quotes because i feel obligated to make more due to the sheer number of people who liked it
Dream: My dearest beloved fuckos, is a fun, gender-neutral way to begin a speech
George: See also, esteemed bastards
Bad: Gentlefolk, Ferals, and Domesticated cryptids.
Sapnap: My fellow yees and haws
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Techno:Hey I know skyrim is revered as a classic but are we just going to ignore the fact that the entire game only had like 3 voice actors
Wilbur:Stop right there criminal cum
Techno:My ancestors are smiling at me, bastard, can you say the same
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Foolish:When's your bedtime :)
Purpled: Whenever I next collapse in purely up to the gods
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Ranboo:Human skin is a fursuit for skeletons
Tubbo: i’m going to debone you like a fucking trout
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Bad:You’re enough
Bad: love yourself!!!!!!! or suffer my wrath!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Dream:And by wrath I mean love!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Bad:no I mean wrath!!!!! You reading this, if you don't love yourself I’ll beat you with a stick!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Bad:I hope everyone is today well! And tomorrow!!!! After that you’re on your own.
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Bad:what am I supposed to do all day while you’re at work
Skeppy:I don’t know, what do you normally do while I’m gone
Bad: wait for you to get back
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Velvet:For my next stunt, I’ll wake up at 5am on the day I can sleep in
Ant:Early to bed and early to rise makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise.
Velvet:Early to bed and early to rise makes me a massive bitch
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Tubbo: 3:23 AM make a wish
Ranboo: I wish that you would go to sleep
Tuddo: Yeah well I wish I grew an inch taller every day as you get an inch shorter until you’re as flat as as a piece of paper and I’m 11 feet tall
Ranboo: You’re going to die of a mixture of skeletal instability and heart disease.
Tubbo: Yeah but I’ll look good while doing it.
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Bad:Disrespect me again and I’ll determine your bodies resonant frequency and play a jaunty horn solo that boils your miserable organs inside out
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Quackity: If I were dating you? Well, heh. Let’s just say horses wouldn't be called horses anymore
Karl: hey what the honk does this mean…..I’m shaking what does this mean!
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Skeppy: Are you ok?
Bad wrapped in a burrito blanket drinking his 6th cup of coffee: Yes, this is exactly what mental stability looks like
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Sam: My hands are cold
Ponk: *holds their hands*
Ponk: better?
Sam: My lips are cold too
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George at dream’s funeral: can I have a moment alone with them?
Sapnap: of course *leaves*
George leaning over dream’s casket: Now listen, I know you’re not dead.
Dream: yeah no shit
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Skeppy, jokingly: I should have Bad kill you for that.
Bad, peering around the corner: Who do I need to kill?
Skeppy: Wh- no, I was just kidding around.
Bad, pulling out a switchblade: No, who’s bothering you
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Bad *watching the news*: Some idiot tried to fight a squid at the aquarium.
Skeppy *covered in ink*: Maybe the squirt was being a dick.
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Peacock: *spreads feathers at Bad*
Skeppy: It’s trying to attract a mate
Bad, extremely confused: *shyly lifts top*
Skeppy: No!
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Sapnap: Karl, do you eat olives? My dad wants to know
Karl: No, I hate olives. Olives are the spawn of satan. I hate olives so much my mom forced me to live in Mount olive for the rest of my childhood as a curse from the olive gods. Do you understand how much olives have ruined my life? I'm so offended that you asked me that have some consideration for people who have been abused by olives please!
Sapnap: K A R L ……….they’re just olives!!?
Karl: JUST OLIVES EXCUSE!
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Tommy: If you’re bored you can simply close your eyes and rotate a cow in your mind. It’s free and the cops can’t stop you
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Wilbur: is there anyone even named sheldon irl?
Tubbo: my class turtle from 6th grade :)
Wilbur: that’s a turtle
Tubbo: When god sings with his creations, will a turtle not be part of the choir?
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Ranboo: No bcuz why do ppl like salad?? What’s so good about it
Tubbo: chew leaf like god intended
Ranboo: No
Tubbo: Abandon god and see what he does next time you lift your hands in prayer
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Tommy: Guys, there’s a monster under my bed and it’s really ugly.
Wilbur, on the bottom bunk: Honestly, fuck you.
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Quackity: So according to the cease and desist order I got, apparently you can’t ‘legally’ be a lawyer if your license is ‘cut out of a cereal box’.
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Puffy: If you had too, what would you give up food or sex?
Bad: Sex.
Skeppy: Seriously, answer faster.
Bad: I’m sorry honey, when they said sex I wasn’t thinking about sex with you.
Skeppy: It’s like a giant hug.
Puffy: Ant, what about you? What would you give up sex or food?
Ant: Food.
Puffy: Okay, how about sex or dinosaurs?
Ant: ……...Oh my God it’s like the movie Sophie’s Choice.
Gumi: What about you Velvet? What would you give up sex or food?
Velvet: Oh… um… I don’t know, it’s too hard.
Gumi: No, you gotta pick one.
Velvet: Um, food… no, sex… no, food…sex… food. Ugh! I don’t know! I want both! I- I want Antfrost on bread!
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Tommy, holding a gun: If the conspiracies about life being a simulation are true WHOEVERS CONTROLLING MY SIM I JUST WANNA TALK.
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Bad: Why are you guys acting like this?
Boomer: Oh, we’re not acting. We really are like this.
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Techno: Dream has only knocked me out three times this week. Our friendship is really developing.
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Tommy: You’re pathetic!
Wilbur: You’re pathetic-er!
Techno: You’re both losers.
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Bad: I wish I could help you, but I shorn’t.
Skeppy: Bad, please!
Bad: What part of shorn’t don’t you understand?
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Tubbo: Why did you leave Wrestlemania on for Michal?
Ranboo: They need to learn how to protect us.
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Antfrost: I regret getting dragged into your heterosexual tomfoolery.
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Bad: Strawberry milk doesn’t taste like strawberry OR milk.
Skeppy: Go the fuck to sleep Bad!
Bad: LANGUAGE!!
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Ranboo: Tubbo, please calm down.
Tubbo: I asked for two large fries!
Tubbo: *dumps fries onto table*
Tubbo: But all they did was give me a MILLION FUCKING LITTLE ONES!
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Bad: That was the worst throw ever. Of all time.
Skeppy: Not my fault. Somebody put a wall in the way.
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Wilbur: When you’ve been on the internet for as long as I have, you develop thick skin.
Tommy: Navy blue isn’t your color.
Wilbur: Navy blue brings out my eyes you prick! *Chases after Tommy*
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Bad: *Pulls a glass a water from out of nowhere*
Puffy: Where did you get that?.
Bad: My pocket.
Puffy: How do you keep a glass of water in your pocket?
Bad: Skills.
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Tubbo: I will come to your house after work and knock on your window at 11 AM. You will not open the curtains, knowing full well what awaits you, but the knocking only grows louder, more demanding. Finally it stops, your ears ringing. You nervously let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. You're safe now. Minutes pass by and you start to relax. And then you hear a knock at the front door. Like before, you stay still and clutch the blankets around you. You try to tell your self that it's just your imagination. Maybe the milk man? But why would he come so late? Everyone else was asleep, save for Naomi who was playing video games down stairs. To your relief, the knocking stops after a few. Minutes and you breath easy once more. Until you hear a knock on your bedroom door. You don't move. It's just your imagination. She isn't here. She can't be here. You tell yourself, shutting your eyes and willing yourself to sleep. The knock comes again, but with horror you realize that it came from the closet inside your room. You know that you have no choice. You get up, climbing out of bed with shaking limbs. You walk to the closest, trembling, and holding back the tears threatening to spill over your porcelain cheeks. You hesitate with your hand over the closet handle. Maybe it's just your imagination? She's not really there. You can go to sleep and laugh it off in the morning. Your naive thoughts are cut off by another, more demanding knock on the closet door, inches from your face. You know what you have to do. You open the closet door, and there she stands. Chuck e cheese, the mouse looms over you in the dim light. It's soulless eyes boor into you. It raises its arms, and you flinch as it begins to floss at lightning speed. Tears spill over your cheeks. This is the last thing you'll ever see.
Ranboo: Wait, Chuck e cheese’s pronouns are she/her? Trans Chuck e cheese? Good for her.
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Bad: Would you like something to drink? *They opened the fridge* We have water, milk, juice, spiders, Dr. Pepper-
Quackity: Spiders?
Bad: Spiders it is then.
Quackity: No, that wasn’t-
*But they were already pouring him a brimming glass of spiders…
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Puffy : Make her pussy wet not her eyes.
Velvet : Make his dick hard not his life.
Punz : Break her bed not her heart.
Skeppy : Play with his boobs not his feelings.
Ant : Get on his dick not his nerves.
Bad : Always salt your pasta while boiling it.
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Wilbur: Bet you can’t eat 15 crayons!
Tommy: Bet you I can!
Phil: *sips coffee, checks to make sure 911 is still on speed dial, and goes back to reading the paper*
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Ant: We need a way to lure in new customers?
Ponk: Maybe we could have some fun, interactive events!
Skeppy: Badboyhalo bath water.
Bad: ABSOLUTELY NOT!
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Fundy: GET BACK HERE YOU DUMB FUCK!
Wilbur: LET ME RUN FROM THE CONSEQUENCES OF MY ACTIONS!
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Bad: Mint is just cold spicy.
Pummel party Squad: …
Gumi: What the actual fuck is wrong with you.
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Quackity: Isn’t it amazing how I can feel so bad and still look so good?
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Tommy: Why does my arm shake and turn bright red when I’m eating dirt?
Phil:
Phil: Why are you eating dirt?
Tommy: Did I ask you if I should eat dirt? No, so answer my question.
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Tubbo: I wish I could control wasps and bees to sting my enemies.
Quackity: You’re too young to have enemies.
Tubbo: You don’t even know.
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Skeppy: Is there a cactus where your heart should be?
Puffy: What’s up your ass this morning!
Bad: *walks in* …Hi!!
Puffy: Hmm… nevermind.
Skeppy: WAIT NO!
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Skeppy: Ha! Don’t you know the trappers trap can trap the trapper?
Skeppy: I must be losing it, I’m quoting Bad.
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Skeppy: Bad, I sense hostility.
Bad: Good, because I hate you
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Bad: Are you a painting?
Skeppy: What-?
Bad: Because I want to pin you to a wall.
Skeppy: OH GOD I THOUGHT YOU WERE GOING TO SAY YOU WANTED TO HANG ME OR SOMETHING-
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Tommy: You’re giving me a sticker?
Phil: Not just a sticker. That is a sticker of a kitty saying “me-wow!”
Tommy: I’m not a preschooler.
Phil: Fine, I’ll take it back-
Tommy: I earned this, back off!
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Dream, sweating: George, there’s something I need to ask you-
George: Finally! You’re proposing!
Dream: How’d you know?
George: Dream, you’ve dropped the ring five times during dinner.
George: I even picked it up once
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*Bad and Skeppy looking at a locked gate into a park*
Bad: Aw. :(
Skeppy: You know what they say.
Bad: Please don’t-
Skeppy: BE GAY DO CRIME! *hops gate*
Bad: Frick-
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let me know if ya’ll want more <3
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Un-alone, Chapter 8
Here it is!
The taxi stopped a few streets away and Lucien exited it. He paid the driver and looked at his reflection on the window. His hair wasn’t all black but it was tidy. He carded it back with a precise hand and put on his fake glasses - one could never be too careful - before turning to the streets.
He had asked the driver to stop far away to have a look at the surroundings first. This wasn’t the part of town that Lucien ever imagined Marie lived in. Whenever he had escorted her back home, it was far from here, in an entirely different neighbourhood. And for the bit of time that they shared, this was absolutely not where Lucien was renting their flat.
So the rent money never made it to the rent, huh?
Thanks for another lie, Mary.
Lucien sighed.
He remembered how he used to leave her at what he thought was her apartment, the same he was sending her the rent for every month, as well as a lump of money for Jérémy and her. How wrong and gullible he had been…
Lucien walked along the dirty streets, along wooden fences eaten by mold and grey, cement walls with washed out and torn out posters. There were a few shops, here and there, nothing outstanding at all. Everything looked like it needed a few layers of paint at least, or a complete revamp.
“Hey, Jay, if you hit that ball, I’ll give you somethin’ you won’t regret!”
Lucien’s ears pricked up and he looked on his right. A park. There was a park and in the middle of the young mothers pushing their prams, he had heard Jérémy's name and turned his head to where it had come from. A bit further was a baseball pitch.
"Alright, where d'you want me to hit it?"
Lucien approached and saw a group of young adults playing. Some had a bottle in their hands, others, cigarettes. Lucien could smell them as he got closer and winced. He liked his cigarettes to be of a certain quality and certainly, made with tobacco and no other funny leaves…
"Try and land it on Johnny's head…!"
Lucien observed it all from a bench.
"Johnny's head?! You want me to die?! The guy's twice my size and trains boxing for half his weeks!" Jérémy protested.
Impulsive and speaks before he thinks. Typical of a young man of his age, Lucien thought.
"Yeah, well, if you can't do it, then you won't land the job that I have for you, eh."
Lucien raised a surprised eyebrow and Jérémy did the same.
"What kind of job?" The son asked.
"The kind of job that'll turn you rich straight up!" His friend said.
Father and son had very different reactions this time. Lucien frowned while Jérémy's eyes widened in excitement.
"But if you don't want it, I can do it myself and take the money, eh?"
"Shut up and just throw the ball…!" Jérémy answered and his father watched as he got himself ready and focused, grasping the bat in his hands confidently and turning his cap backwards.
Lucien couldn't hold back and rolled his eyes. His son did not inherit his sense of style at all… White tee-shirt with a logo printed on it that started to peel off with a pair of light blue jeans peppered with holes.
Jérémy's friend threw the ball and the Bostonian hit it without fail. Lucien followed the arc that the ball traced in the sky before it landed on another man's head.
"Got it! Ha!" Jérémy exclaimed, triumphant.
"Who the fuck hit me with their ball?!"
"Oh…" Jérémy's smile disappeared.
"That's Jay." His friend answered with a vicious smirk.
"Wh - shut up! No! It ain't me!"
The impressively built Johnny started walking towards Jérémy and the young man darted off, still holding his bat. Lucien observed the chase through the park.
Jérémy had the speed for himself and him being light, he knew he could jump quite higher than pile-of-muscle Johnny too. There was a bench. Both jumped over it effortlessly before Jérémy took a sharp turn and changed direction. He was running…
...Towards Lucien.
The Frenchman kept his calm, force of professional habit and watched. Jérémy ran to him at full speed without any intent to stop. Lucien did not even flinch and the young man leapt over him like a gazelle chased by a tiger.
He couldn't hold back a slight smirk.
Lucien then decided that he had seen enough and stood up, stopping Johnny short. The big man started to divert his course to run around the bench. Lucien anticipated it and put his foot on the ground. As expected, the young man tripped and fell.
He grumbled and pushed himself back to his feet, still as angry as a bull until he felt a hand, gentle yet firm on his chest.
"If I were you, I would stop the chase now." Lucien said calmly.
"And who the fuck are you?"
"Someone who doesn't need a tenth of your muscle mass to stop you, young man."
"Yeah, well, that's none of your business. Get off of me, old man!" Johnny went to push Lucien's hand away but the Frenchman took his palm and twisted his wrist. "Ouch!"
"I told you. Now, before I tear some tendons, will you abandon the chase?"
Jérémy had stopped running and came to join Johnny and the old man strong enough to make the young man's face contort in pain with nothing more than his thin, gloved hand.
"Yeah, alright, alright! I won't chase him anymore!"
"Très bien."
[Very well.]
Lucien let go and Johnny held his wrist and hissed in pain. He raised a threatening index finger to Jérémy who was approaching.
"You! Next time I see you…"
"You won't do a thing." Lucien answered. "Now, go."
The pile of muscles withdrew.
"Thanks, man. And whatever you did with him, that was cool." Jérémy said.
His father blushed. Oui, he blushed. The first thing that Jérémy addressed to his father and he said that he was cool.
"M-Merci. Ahem." Lucien cleared his throat. "May I have a word?"
Jeremy looked around him left and right.
"With me? You sure?"
"Oui, I am. Pray take a seat." He held his hand out to the bench and Jeremy sat down.
"So, uh… Why did you help me?"
"I thought I would ask you something before we would get to that." Lucien answered.
"Uh… Ok, what's your question?"
"Are you looking for a job by any chance?" Lucien lit a cigarette and looked at his son more intently. Yes, he had his mother's eyes and nose but the shape of his face was Lucien's more than Mary’s.
“I just landed one so uh, whatever you want, I don’t need it. Uh, thanks again for dealin’ with Johnny.” Jérémy stood up and started walking away.
“So you prefer dealing drugs with your friend rather than earning honest money, hm?”
Jérémy’s ears pricked and he stopped sharp. Lucien couldn’t tell which word prompted him to interrupt his gait. He turned to his father.
“What?”
“I could not help but overhear your friend.” Lucien explained, still sitting on the bench, relaxed. “He dared you to land the ball on Johnny's head in exchange for which he guaranteed you a position that would make you earn a lot instantly.”
“Yeah, and?” Jérémy frowned. Ah, he at least gave Lucien the benefit of the doubt and a chance to fully explain himself, good.
“Think.” Lucien blew the smoke of his menthol cigarette away before putting it back between his lips. “What else can this young man offer you but to participate in what he is doing right now. Look at him.” Lucien nodded to the young man who had joined a group of friends and was smoking and drinking with them.
“What d’you mean?”
“Smell the air, young man. What do you detect?”
“What the f-?”
Lucien raised his gloved hand to stop him sharp and it worked.
“Do it.”
Jérémy took a sniff of the air.
“It stinks. Your cigs are shit.”
“Ah, but this is the point, they are not.” Lucien raised his index finger. “Can you smell what they are smoking?”
“Yeah.”
“Then you know what it is.”
Jérémy looked left and right, lowering his head slightly.
“And if you know what it is,” Lucien went on. “Then you know that you should not partake in this.”
“What’s it gotta do with you anyway?” Jérémy asked.
“A lot. I have this position open that would suit a young man, just like you.”
“Huh, and what’s that job about?”
“I saw you running and leaping like a rabbit. You are fast with your legs and accurate with your eye and hands, if you managed to hit Johnny.”
“Yeah, and?”
“And it pities me to see a fit young man on the verge of becoming a petty drug dealer. Don’t you want to do something else? What would your parents say?”
Lucien risked it, just as a test, and he watched his son keenly. Jérémy sighed and sat back on the bench, next to the Frenchman.
“I don’t have parents.”
“Oh. Do you live alone?”
“Nah, with my auntie, her kids and uh…”
“And?”
“And some of my brothers.”
“Some?”
“Some of them are… away.”
“I see.” Lucien said. He already knew where Jérémy’s half brothers would be. “But surely you can do something else than deal drugs.”
“Nah. Can’t go to college, I’m shit at school and I can’t even read or write properly. Always make shit tons of mistakes.”
“Well, lucky for you, life isn’t a choice between dealing drugs and going to university. There are plenty of other opportunities.” Lucien smoked without making eye contact with his son. He was asking a lot of personal information and locking eyes could impress the boy and make him resilient to engage in the conversation.
“Yeah, well… What’s your job, then?”
“Oh, it allows me to live in the Grand Palace and on the right side of the law. The clothes you see me wear are all custom made. These cigarettes I smoke are made in France and I have them imported.”
“So you’re French, huh?”
“Can’t you hear my accent?”
“Yeah, I can… It’s just… French people give me the creeps… Anyway, what’s the job offer?”
“Meet me here tomorrow morning at seven. I will tell you more.”
Jérémy’s eyebrows jumped.
“Hey, you’re not gonna make me wake up that freakin’ early for nothin’?!”
Lucien stood up and turned to his son.
“I told you, it is for a job, thus, not for nothing.”
“Yeah but-”
“Be on time.”
The Frenchman walked away, leaving the young one confused.
“What the-? Huh…”
And the cigarette butt flew to the bin.
When he hit back home, Lucien threw the glasses and the tie away. He flopped on the couch and looked in front of him, on the coffee table. The bottle of vodka was almost empty. He stood up to grab a glass and poured some.
His short meeting with Jérémy was very enlightening.
The boy had shown a lot of qualities, still little stems, but Lucien could work on that, that was his job. Now he half wondered if Jérémy would show up.
The rendez-vous was a test in itself. If the boy could force himself to wake up just out of curiosity, not knowing exactly what he would be diving into, then he was mad enough to become a spy; or, in other words, he had that taste for the unknown, the hidden.
A spy is a sentient moth. They show themselves in the dark and are attracted by the mystery of a true light, and even though it might be a burning flame, they risk touching it anyway.
Lucien shall see if his son had this dangerous curiosity in him.
Meanwhile - and as he downed his shot of vodka - he raised his eyes to the piano.
Ha. Was that yet another lie from his ex-wife?
Oui, ex-wife.
He now said it at least in his head. He had been married, even if she didn’t do it sincerely, he did, and even if he couldn’t wear his ring because he had to play the free bird for work. Lucien slowly came to the conclusion himself.
Mary never was married to anyone, using children as a means for blackmail, to suck out money from wealthy men.
So be it, but…!
In his heart, he had been married and he had done everything a husband could do for his wife. He loved her, supported her, cared for her and their son. He had nothing to hold against himself for that. Non, the only thing he could rightfully bite his own fingers for was that he had run no checks on her.
A simple mistake that cost him more than twenty years of his life, oui. And that was why he now poured himself another shot.
He raised his eyes to the piano.
Was that another lie? Did she like his singing or not? Was she sincere in her letter? Was she maybe regretting what she did and did she honestly want him to be near her, hear his voice one last time? Maybe the threat of imminent death had made her find her heart, deep inside?
Who knew?
No one, not Lucien at least. But now the piano was there and he had enjoyed singing and playing again. It had been cathartic. Everything he could have released by torturing someone, skinning them, burning them alive, he had released in his singing wet by the sobbing tears flowing.
Mon Dieu.
He threw his gloves away and downed his glass before pouring a third one, and going to the piano.
All his life, he had lived for her. Even if she wasn’t there at his side. He made sure to send her letters, money, gifts, any and everything he could for her birthdays, their anniversary, Jérémy’s birthdays. He did not and could not forget any occasion. He called her on the phone whenever he could and despite the burning temptation, he never approached her too close. He knew how dangerous it could be if someone caught him.
It had hurt to live far from his wife, but he was condemned to love her from afar, completely ignorant of her ignoring him completely, milking his money away for her own comfort, taking care of her business.
Lucien sat at the piano and put the glass on top of it.
He had lived for her entirely. And she knew it. She was the only woman to ever hear him stutter, fail to find his words, blush, trip on his own tongue, as if the mouth he was using to talk to her had never been his to start with.
How blind he had been. He had willfully kept himself blind. Why? Because for once, for once, he wanted to believe that a woman was coming to him not just for his looks, not just for his money or to kill him, but for his heart, for the content of his character, for the devotion he could fall into but had reserved only for that one special woman. Lucien died to believe that Mary was that woman and did everything he could to believe in it.
Unfortunately, she wasn’t the pure woman who loved him to bits, as he did her. Non. She was…
She was…
What was that expression in English again…?
Ah.
A gold digger.
Lucien winced as he heard the words spoken by his internal voice, inside himself. He put a hand on his brow and sighed.
Comme toutes les autres, quand elles ne veulent pas me tuer.
[Like all the others, when they didn’t want to kill me.]
He thought to himself and it hurt. He couldn’t even confront her with it and release his anger. She was dead. And even if… What good could it have done? He would perhaps have felt a bit better if he could tell her but…
But the truth was that he wasn’t that kind of man.
He surely would have cut all communications with her and, to quote Fred, buried himself on the fucking Moon. But he surely wouldn’t have gone to release all his frustration and rage to her. Non, he would have skipped that step and gone straight to wreck someplace or some people, like he did the gym at the CIA headquarters and drowned himself in the strongest alcohol he could find.
Hm.
All was going according to plan then, because that is exactly what he was doing. At least, that made sense.
Lucien sighed and as his fingers sank on the keys, he closed his eyes. The chords came to his fingers on their own. Oui, he remembered it, he had never understood that song even though he understood Italian perfectly, but now, it made sense.
{To the reader, the song is “Vivo per lei” by Andrea Bocelli and Hélène Ségara, slightly tweaked lyrics}
“Vivii per lei da quando sai
[I lived for her since you know]
La prima volta l'ho incontrata
[The first time I met her]
Non mi ricordo come ma
[I don’t remember how but]
Mi è entrata dentro e c'è restata
[She entered me and stayed]
Vivii per lei perché mi fece
[I lived for her because she made]
Vibrare forte l'anima
[My heart vibrate strongly]
Vivii per lei e non fu un peso.”
[I lived for her and it wasn’t a burden]
Oui, now, those words made sense. Mary had been a delight in his heart, on his mind and in his life. She never had been bad to him. He remembered his younger days with nostalgia.
“Fu un dolore quando partì
[I felt pain when she left]
Vivo per lei dentro gli hotel,
[I live for her inside the hotel]
Con piacere estremo cresce.
[She grows with a great pleasure]
Vivo per lei nel vortice,
[I live for her in a whirl]
Attraverso la mia voce
[Through my voice]
Si espande e amore produce.”
[It expands and gives birth to love]
Oui, he had fallen in love and he remembered how good it felt, to fall with abandon, to fall shamelessly, to let himself go completely. Oh, the freedom… And being blind as he was was in fact a blessing. He loved her and he loved the fact that he loved her. As complicated as it sounded once put into words, he hadn’t felt as happy as when he let himself go to her.
“Io vivii per lei
[I lived for her]
Sopra un palco o contro ad un muro...
[Up on a stage or against the wall…
Vivii per lei al limite.
[I lived for her to the limit.]
... anche in un domani duro.
[...even if tomorrow will be rough.]
Vivii per lei al margine.
[I lived to the limit for her.]
Ogni giorno
[Every day]
Una conquista,
[A conquest,]
La protagonista
[The protagonist]
Era sempre lei.”
[Was always her.]
Lucien drummed his fingers more convincingly on the keyboard. Oui! Oui now it made sense! She was the conquest, she was the protagonist of his life for so long, and as painful as the lie is, he owed her some thanks. If he hadn’t met her, he wouldn’t have known how true love could be, how deep in his guts it could take him. Oh him who was so used to faking it, playing with people's hearts like a prison guard makes the cells keys twirl around his fingers, taunting the prisoners in their miserable cages. He had played a lot, taunted and got indescribable pleasure out of it. But with Marie, he had been the prisoner, and her, not the guard, but the executioner.
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FINALLY!!!! Here is episode 48 of Cuba v DR!! With only two episodes left after this, we’re going to do one last giveaway! I know we’ve slacked so much, so there will be more than one winner, don’t worry! I’m so excited to also say that @esparza-army has graciously offered a Nevada PopDoll to include in the giveaway! More on the giveaway later today or tomorrow! Stay tuned!
FUCK IT FEELS GOOD TO BE POSTING THIS AGAIN!!
EPISODE 48
“Check all the exits,” Williams said as he walked through the crime scene. “I want the entire building gone over with a fine-toothed comb.”
They hadn’t found any forensic evidence during their first sweep of the building, but now with Omar Diaz in custody, he could feel that he was on the verge of breaking the case wide open. All he needed was one hair, one fiber, anything to connect Diaz with the murder of Reina Rodriguez, but what he was hoping for was something to connect Ramirez. He hadn’t been able to keep Diaz’s lawyer away for long without veering into abuse of power.
“Captain!” His head whipped around to the sound of someone calling his name. “You might wanna take a look at this.”
Williams followed the CSI tech into the stairwell and downstairs. “Please tell me they left blood.”
“No blood, but…” They got to the bottom of the stairwell and all the way to the back door. “There’s a partial print on the edge of the door. We can run it, see if there’s a match on record.”
“Get it over to the lab immediately, I want it to have top priority,” Williams replied.
“Got something over here!” he heard from behind him. Williams turned to look at a different tech swabbing a spot on the floor.
“Blood?”
“No, more than likely saliva or sweat,” the second tech answered.
“Alright, send it with the partial print and let me know as soon as you have the results,” Williams said.
“You got it, Captain.”
Williams smiled in satisfaction. “Gotcha, Ramirez.”
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It was nearing six am when you came downstairs to get a headstart on breakfast and Nevada was still sitting on the couch, staring at the wall in front of him. You frowned and cleared the last couple of steps before going to sit beside him. “Have you been sitting like this all night?”
He sighed heavily. “Yeah, I got a bad feeling about this. Something just...feels off.”
Your brows furrowed. “Off?” You moved to sit beside him and take his hand. “What do you mean by off? You’re making me nervous,” you said with a half smile, trying to lighten his mood but there seemed to be no change in the man’s demeanor.
“I don’t know,” he replied, shaking his head with brows furrowed. “Just a weird feeling.”
You nodded, not liking the way that sounded. You had always seen your husband confident and ready to handle things. Seeing him like this was a little unsettling. “It’ll be alright, new day, same shit, remember?”
“Yeah, maybe,” he mumbled. “You’re up early.”
“Getting a head start on breakfast before the kids are up, what do you want to eat? You want a big cup of coffee, yeah?”
“Coffee for sure,” he said, nodding his head. “Other than that, I don’t care. Whatever you’re making for the kids is fine.”
“Sounds good, I’m gonna make them whole wheat waffles from scratch today, I was checking this new recipe and it looks so good. Plus it’s healthy!”
You made a huge pot of espresso and poured your husband more than the recommended amount before getting started on the waffles.
“Are they gonna eat that? Kids hate healthy shit,” he replied, arching a brow.
“Well I’m hoping they’ll like it with fresh fruit but worse case scenario I’ll smother it in syrup and try being a good mom tomorrow instead.”
“Good luck,” he replied. His cell phone rang and he immediately answered as he sat upright. “Chibby, give me good news.”
You turned your head and watched your husband’s face for a reaction. You couldn’t remember a time when you’d ever seen him this worried. It was beginning to scare you a little.
“Good,” he replied, standing up. “No, no. I’ll go see Jasper, you guys stay on Omar and this Williams fuck. Okay, bye.”
He hung up and grabbed his jacket, taking a large gulp from his coffee and bringing the mug to the sink.
“Found Natalia, that bitch is fucking dead,” he spat, tugging his leather on.
“You found her? That’s great right?” You stepped in closer with a frown. “You haven’t slept in at least 30 hours, Nevada. Can someone else go get her? You can rest a little? No one is functioning at full capacity without sleep. Not even you.” You were worried, he was burning the candles at both ends. You gripped tight to his leather and pressed in closer.
“I’ll be fine. I wanna finish this,” he replied. “I’ll sleep after we get Omar out.”
You nodded and tugged him closer. “Please be careful,” you whispered and leaned in, pressing your lips together with his. You didn’t usually smother him in affection anymore but his mood about this was scaring you. You wrapped your arms around his neck. “Stay a few more minutes,” you pleaded against his lips.
“I can’t, I gotta catch her while she’s not expecting us,” he replied. “I’ll be back soon, promise.”
You nodded slowly, pulling back, clearly sad to see him go. “Okay,” you whispered. “I love you…”
“Love you, too.” He kissed your lips and walked to the door, turning to give you a wink before he left.
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Roxie loved a chance to have lunch with her mother. After their initial reconciliation, she had grown very close with her. Despite that, they didn’t often get a chance to be alone together, which was a shame.
She sat across from her mother at the nearest table in the cafe, smiling and ordering them both a raspberry tea and a glass of white wine.
“This is nice, Roxanne,” Helena said, smiling back at her daughter. “I’m glad to be able to have some time for just the two of us.”
Roxie nodded happily. “I’m glad too. I was hoping we could have some alone time.” When they brought the drinks they both ordered their meals. “I wish we could stay longer, I have to be on set in about an hour, otherwise I would love to spend the whole day together. Just one girl’s day, you know?”
Girls day used to be about her, you and Amber. Now it would be just her and Josie. Which was fine, she was just a little...sad. She had loved spending time with Amber and you together. But she had to think about her family now, that’s what mattered.
“What’s the matter, darling?” Helena asked, noticing the expression on the younger woman’s face.
“I’m just thinking about how I had to say goodbye to a friend. I really cared for her, but she was toxic for my life. So I let her go. But I’m still sad about it, you know?”
Helena nodded softly. “Well, if she was toxic, then I doubt she was a very good friend. But I’m sorry she wasn’t who you thought she was. It’s understandable to miss the friendship.”
Roxie nodded. “It was sad, but it was definitely for the best.” The waiter brought over some biscuits, making her sigh contently. “I’m so glad you’re here with me.”
“I am too,” Helena replied. “Is everything alright with Rafael? He seemed quiet the last few days.”
“Rafael decided to resign,” she said nervously. “He seems at peace with the idea. After all the rumors he doesn’t want his reputation to get in the way of someone else’s justice. And I think he wants to stay at home with Liam. I want to support him no matter what, I’m just so nervous he will grow to regret this decision.”
“I see,” Helena replied. “Well, for what it’s worth, I’m sure he put a lot of thought into the decision. I remember how passionate you told me he is about his job.”
“He is so passionate, I’m so proud of him for always doing what he believes is right. Not many people have that same conviction.” She sipped her raspberry tea and sighed. “I’m going to chat with him later and see if he still feels it’s the best option, if he does then I guess we’ll adjust for whatever comes next.”
“Would you rather he didn’t resign?”
“I would rather he didn’t because I know he loves his job, but other than that I don’t have a preference either way. I just want him happy and lately that job hasn’t made him very happy. Not since that slag made all those allegations.”
“Well, then maybe you do without the chat,” Helena replied, bobbing her shoulders. “After all, he’s already made his decision, what’s the use in talking about it again? I’m sure if something changes for him, he’ll speak with you about it. You are his wife, after all, darling.”
“That’s true,” Roxie said with a nod. “Yeah you’re right, this is his choice. I’ll leave it up to him.”
As the server brought their food over, Roxie’s phone buzzed and she sighed. She’d been losing patience with work lately and put the phone on silent.
“Did you need to get that?” Helena asked, sprinkling pepper onto her salad.
“I’m sure they can manage without me for a few hours. We have some new staff at the bakery and they get nervous and call me for everything instead of the manager. They need to learn to call the manager.”
Helena chuckled. “I’m proud of you, Roxanne. Opening a successful business and building a brand from something you’re passionate about.”
“I’m so happy,” Roxie answered. “I worked so hard and did everything I could to make this business a reality.”
“I know you did,” Helena replied. “And now you have a beautiful family and get to enjoy the fruits of your labor.”
“I just feel like...I don’t know. My whole life has led up to this career. I fought tooth and nail, working job after job to get it and now that things are running so smoothly...I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop. I feel as if maybe if I keep control of everything, it won’t.”
“Oh, I know that feeling,” Helena replied with a fond smirk. “That was exactly how I felt after mine and your father’s business took off. After you were born, I thought I could keep going that way, then came Isla and after a few months, I realized that I was missing everything. I’d missed all your firsts, I’d missed most of your sister’s as well. And the worst part was that I didn’t know how to fix it. You can’t live your life that way, Roxanne. Don’t make the same mistakes that I did. Part of running a successful business is appointing people who are competent to maintain your standards so that you don’t have to sacrifice what's important to you. Trust your instincts, sweet girl, and know that you’ve hired the right people to represent your brand.”
Roxie bit her bottom lip. Her mother was right. “I...I know we are only starting to get close, I love that so much. But there is still a part of me that’s angry. I was a child and I took care of my sister like she was my own child. I always had more responsibility than a normal teenager ever would have. It made me who I am, and I’m grateful for that. But sometimes I’m still a little upset.”
“I can’t say I blame you,” Helena replied, setting down her fork to give her complete attention to her daughter. “I wasn’t a very good mother most of the time, I know that. But the one thing I am proud of is that neither of you ever wanted or needed for anything. You always had a roof over your heads, food on the table, clothes on your back. At least I got that right.”
Roxie smiled softly. “Yes, you did. Deep down, I always knew you loved us. Even if I didn’t want to admit it to myself all the time.”
“I did,” Helena answered, nodding. “I do. And now that I have a second chance to have a real mother and daughter relationship, I promise you I will not take it for granted again.”
Roxie smiled. “I love you too. I resented you for so many years but...now that I’m in your position, I just feel like I owe you an apology. This is so hard, every day it’s a balance between the job I love and the family I love and it can be suffocating.”
“I understand,” Helena replied. ‘You’ll see, it’ll get easier the older Liam gets. Or so I’ve heard.”
Roxie smiled at her mother before her phone buzzed again. “That’s my work. They need me at the set for filming...do you want to come along, mum?”
Helena’s eyes lit up and she nodded. “I would like that very much.”
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With Liam strapped to his chest in a baby carrier, Rafael took the elevator up to the sixth floor at One Hogan Place. He had one hand against his son’s back and the other was holding his resignation letter. Shifting his weight from one foot to the other, he rocked his son as he waited for the doors to slide open.
“Should've brought your stroller, Liam. I just realized that I won’t have the hands to carry a box of my stuff out of my office,” he mumbled, kissing the infant’s head.
Stepping into the hallway, he made his way towards his office, smiling at Carmen once he reached her desk.
“Hello,” he chimed, grinning at her.
“Mr. Barba! And Liam!” She looked to the baby and giggled. “So handsome, look at you,” she cooed. “He looks just like Roxie.”
“Thank god for that,” Rafael replied with a smirk. “I have to tell you something and I want you to know, it has nothing to do with you. It’s something I’ve been considering for a long time and now that this little guy is here, it just feels like the right thing to do.”
She shot him a nervous look. “Is everything okay, Mr. Barba?”
“Yeah, everything is great, I just prefer that you hear this from me,” Rafael replied. “I’m resigning.”
Her eyes widened. “What? Why? Because of the article? Mr. Barba, it was a tabloid,” she said, frowning. “Everyone here knows it’s a lie.”
“We both know that’s not true,” Rafael replied. “And even if it was, the innuendo would always be there and I don’t want it to affect any future cases. Besides, Roxie’s career is just starting to take off and someone needs to be home with Liam, that’s a job I’m more than ready to have.”
Carmen looked about to argue before sighing and nodding. “We’re going to be lost without you here,” she said with a sad smile. “No other boss is ever going to compare.”
“I’m sure you’ll be fine,” he replied “Whoever replaces me will be lucky to have you watching their back.”
She smiled. “You better keep in touch.”
“Course I will,” he answered. “You wouldn’t wanna hold a baby while I go drop off my resignation letter and pack up my things, would you?”
“Oh, please give me that baby,” she pleaded.
He snorted and unbuckled Liam from the carrier, carefully handing him to Carmen before he pulled off the straps and set the carrier on her desk. “Good to know you like babies.”
She bounced the baby in her arms. “Look at you, you are so much cuter than your daddy,” she teased. She looked at him, sad to see him go. “You’ve always been a bigger person than the others around here. No one would do what you’re doing now. I have...so much respect for you. I always have.”
Rafael smirked at her. “Thanks for saying that.” He looked down at his son. “Okay, Liam, you behave. I’ll only be a few minutes.” Looking up at Carmen, he took the diaper bag from his shoulder and added, “If he gets fussy, his pacifier is in here, side pocket. I won’t be long.”
She nodded, happy to hold the baby in her arms, he was too cute. She watched her boss move out of sight and sighed to the baby.
“Your daddy is one of the best men I know,” she said softly.
Rafael made quick work of packing his things into a box. If he were being honest, he didn’t want to be here any longer than he had to be. When he was done, he went back out to where Carmen and Liam were.
“Was he talkative?” he asked.
“He’s a sweet talker already.” She smiled down at the baby.
Rafael chuckled, taking Liam from her and smelling his butt. “Think he needs a change. You wanna see where daddy spent most of his time before he met mommy?” he asked as he grabbed the diaper bag and walked back into his office.
The baby’s eyes opened and closed, focused mostly on Rafael as his little lips parted as Carmen followed close behind.
“You don’t think you’ll go a little stir crazy alone with Liam all day? He’s adorable but I’m not sure you’ll leave the house too much.”
“Oh, sure I will. Besides my sister’s kids aren’t that much older, once he gets old enough I can take him on play dates with them. In the meantime, there’s an entire city we can explore together,” he replied.
“Well he’s lucky, he’s living in the city that never sleeps. I assume he never sleeps either so it’s a perfect match, don’t you think?”
“Tell me about it about it,” Rafael mumbled as he put a new diaper on Liam. “He pretty much sticks to a schedule though, so at least there’s that.”
“So he is just like you and Roxie then,” she said with a loud laugh.
“Yep, guess it runs in the family, huh Liam?” Rafael replied, snapping his son’s onesie shut and picking him up and bringing him towards his chest. “He’s a great baby.”
“Lucky you,” she said, smiling and looking around the room. “I can’t believe you’re leaving...have you told Grace yet? She’s so attached to you, it’ll break her heart. From what I’ve heard around the office she’s been thriving lately.”
“No, she and I didn’t exactly part on the best terms the last I saw her, but I’m glad to hear that she’s doing well,” he answered. “She has a lot of talent and a lot of passion, it would’ve been a shame to see that go to waste.”
“Oh, did you guys fight?”
“Something like that,” he mumbled.
“Well at least she’s nicer than the other paralegals,” she mumbled. “One of them called me Cameron the other day.”
“That must get annoying,” he answered. “I hope you don’t let them get away with it.”
“I’ll give you a guess how many times I’ve corrected him already,” she said with a roll of her eyes.
“Well, I wouldn't worry. People like that don’t typically make many friends around here.”
“I sure hope not…” She sighed. “Some people honestly have no common courtesy.” She turned her attention to Liam who was starting to fuss a little.
“Well, I’ll let you get back to work. I’ll see you around okay?”
“I’ll miss you, I really will. And expect me to come and visit this little one soon,” she said with a smile.
“We’re counting on it,” Rafael replied as they walked back to her desk. Handing Liam over to her, Rafael put the baby carrier back on and set Liam inside, fastening the wraps to keep him safely in the harness. “Come by soon for dinner, we’d love to have you over.”
“I would really like that, thank you. And tell Roxie I say hello.” She gave him a smile and then a wave to Liam. “Bye cutie.”
“Say bye,” Rafael mumbled to Liam, before he patted Carmen’s shoulder. “I’m just gonna drop off my resignation letter with McCoy and then I’ll be back for that box tomorrow when my mother in law can stay with Liam.”
“Do you want me to hold Liam while you drop it off?” she offered.
“No, it’s alright, it won’t take me long,” he replied, smiling. “Thank you, though.”
Carmen nodded and got back to work as Rafael went to McCoy’s office, on the seventh floor. Dropping the letter off with the DA’s secretary, he left with his son and decided to stop by the SVU precinct.
The second Rafael entered the precinct he could see Amanda and Carisi chatting at their desks, laughing as they looked over case files. Amanda looked up when she noticed him.
“Barba, Hey. Is this your new edition?”
“Yes! This is Liam, Liam, this is Amanda Rollins and this strange-looking man is Sonny Carisi,” Rafael said.
Carisi snorted a laugh and looked at the baby. “Oh he’s cute, counselor.”
“So is it bring your baby to work day?” Amanda asked with a quirked brow.
“I don’t work here,” Rafael replied. “If you’re asking whether I’m back at work, the answer is no, I’m still in paternity leave...and I resigned this afternoon.”
Carisi was the first one to react. “What? Barba you can’t be serious…”
“I am very serious,” Rafael answered.
“What are you going to do? You practically live in that office.” Amanda frowned. “You love your job.”
“I’m gonna be a father,” he replied, smirking as one hand rubbed over Liam’s back.
Neither of them seemed to want to argue with that.
“We’re not gonna find another ADA willing to go the extra mile like you, Barba.” Carisi looked down at the baby and smiled before nodding. “We gotta get back to work but congratulations on the baby, and we’re gonna miss you around here.”
“Especially Carisi,” Amanda said with a smirk.
“I’m sure I’ll see you all around at some point,” Rafael answered. “Liv in her office?”
“Yeah, she’s finishing some paperwork,” Carisi said with a nod. “Been in there for hours.”
“Well, we’re gonna go say hi,” Rafael said, looking down at Liam, who by now had fallen asleep again.
Carisi nodded and smiled looking down at the baby. “Congratulations again on the baby, counselor.”
“The precinct won't be the same without you,” Amanda said with a smirk. “The next ADA has big shoes to fill.”
“Thank you,” Rafael answered, nodding before he walked to Liv’s office and knocked on the door. “Knock-knock. You got a minute for a sleeping baby and a washed-up prosecutor?”
Olivia turned and smiled. “Well look who stopped in, I always have time for you and Liam,” she said with a smile. “What’s up?”
“Nothing, just wanted you to hear from me that I resigned about an hour ago,” he answered.
She quirked a brow. “Resigned? Care to elaborate? I’m not disputing it if this is what you want, I’m just curious as to why we’re losing our ADA.”
“It’s just time for me to go, Liv. Time to do other things,” he replied.
She nodded. “They will never be able to replace someone who’s had my back like you have,” she said with a smirk. “No one else is crazy enough to take the cases you did.”
“Well, good. Maybe you’ll win a few more then,” he replied.
She smiled at him. “So what now, moving on to a new job or…”
“I think I’m just gonna focus on making sure this little guy is taken care of,” he answered, gesturing to Liam.
She smiled and nodded. “I wish I saw Noah more. Liam’s lucky, I’m not sure what we’re gonna do without you.”
“I’m sure you’ll be fine.”
“We have to be, this new case is a big one,” she smirked and looked at him. “I always thought they’d drag you out of that office when you were well into your eighties, but retirement looks good on you. One hour and you’re already glowing.”
“He certainly helps,” Rafael replied, looking down at Liam. “It’s just not worth it. When I weighed the pros and cons...Liam is the most important thing in my life now. He doesn’t deserve for me to be stressed because of a lie that got out of hand.”
“I understand,” Liv replied, giving her friend a sympathetic smile. “Don’t be a stranger, okay? She said after a moment.
“I won’t,” Rafael mumbled back. After a pause, they carefully embraced before Rafael left the 16th precinct for the very last time.
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“Hello, you’ve reached Roxanne. Leave me a message and I’ll ring you back just as soon as I’m able.”
BEEP
“Hey Rox, Liam and I just got home. Just wondering how your day went. We’ll see you soon,” Rafael said as he let the front door close behind him. “Love you, bye.”
He hung up, set his phone down on the counter and unbuckled Liam from his chest. Setting the baby down in his swing, he turned the apparatus on and walked into the nursery.
“Okay, Liam,” Rafael called out as he looked for a fresh onesie and a diaper before he began walking back to the living room. “Let’s get you all bathed and cleaned up for when mommy and grandma get back. Maybe we can watch Trolls or som--”
He froze in the doorway at the sight of a tall, blonde man standing with his back to him next to Liam’s swing. Turning his head towards the door, he still found it closed. He hadn’t heard it open, nor had he heard so much as footsteps. How did the intruder get inside?!
“He looks just like his mother.”
Rafael’s heart sank at the sound of the familiar voice as the man turned around with the baby boy nestled in his arms. Charles Heeley grinned at him.
“Hello, Rafael. It’s so good to see you.”
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Hate to Love You Part 5
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4
Summary: You and Jimmy have never gotten along. To say you hated each other would be an understatement. But when a night at a party takes an unexpected turn, things between the two of you change forever. Word Count:1,817
Warnings: i’m talking about a family dynamic in this part and it will be part of the series from this point on. I just want to be clear that I am not saying I think this what Jimmy’s relationship with his dad is like. Like the rest of the story it is 100% fictional. Please don’t get big mad about it in my ask, it’s fake and just for the dynamic of the story tysm. Also v light smut
The rangers had been out another road trip, so it had been a few days before you were back at Brady’s place. With his girlfriend back in Minnesota, he was inviting you over more than usual, which you didn’t mind. Plus, on this particular night Brady told you Jimmy’s family was visiting so he would be out. You couldn’t pass up a Jimmy-free hang out with Brady.
You and Brady sat on the couch, flicking through movies on Netflix. Jimmy sat at the other side of the room, ignoring as the two of you bickered over what to order for dinner.
“We haven’t had Chinese in forever,” you groaned.
“Chinese food makes sluggish the next day, I gotta be sharp for the game,” he replied.
You rolled your eyes. That was always his excuse. “Right, because the giant lasagna you’re going to order isn’t going to make you sluggish,” you said.
“It’s not! It’s called carb loading, if you were an athlete you’d know,” Brady teased.
“Oh shut up,” you laughed, tossing a pillow across the couch at him, “And I’ll have you know I do know. We used to have pasta parties before volley ball games in high school to carb load, thank you very much.”
“Alright, alright you got me,” Brady laughed, “We can do Chinese this time, but if I’m slow on the ice tomorrow, I’m blaming you.”
Your banter was interrupted by a knock the door. You both looked over at Jimmy, as he was the only one expecting visitors. He stood up, grumbling under his breath about being early.
“Dad you’re early,” Jimmy said as his dad stepped into the apartment. Wasn’t the greeting you would except after not seeing a parent for months. His dad looked in your direction, only offering a half wave to you and Brady, which you didn’t even bother returning.
“Well I had to be Jimmy, we have a lot to talk about,” his father said sternly.
“Dad I don-”
“What the hell were you doing out there on the ice last night?” his father cut him off, “I mean, jesus, Jimmy you play like you don’t care. Never going to get anywhere like that.”
You shifted uncomfortably next to Brady. As much as you didn’t like Jimmy, it was hard to watch. You’ve never seen him look so defeated. He kept his eyes on the floor, just taking his father’s words.
“Where’s mom?” Jimmy asked, trying to change the subject.
“She’s waiting in the car downstairs. We should get moving come to think of it,” his dad replied. Jimmy seemed to let out a breath, like he was happy to get out of this situation. “But we aren’t done talking about this.”
Jimmy’s face tightened again as he grabbed his jacket off the hook by the door. He didn’t bother saying a word as he slipped out the door, his dad following him. His father said bye to Brady, not even acknowledging your presence. What a charming man.
“What the hell was that about?” you asked once the door closed behind them.
“Oh Jimmy’s dad? He’s always been like that, super tough tough on him. I kinda just got used to it, but yeah he can be pretty intense,” Brady explained.
“Pretty intense? I’d say full out douche bag,” you replied. You supposed that was where Jimmy got his attitude from, but you shook your head. Something about his dad was far worse. And that was saying something.
“Yeah he’s a hard ass. I think he’s been like that his entire life,” Brady told you. You felt a twinge of sadness for Jimmy. He was far from being your favorite person, but no one deserves that, especially not from a parent.
Your mind drifted away from Jimmy and his dad when your food arrived - it’s hard to think of anything when you have dumplings and fried rice in front of you. Even Brady admitted Chinese was a good choice and you smiled triumphantly, popping the last bite of a dumpling in your mouth.
After you had stuffed yourself with food, you both settled back on the couch, knowing you wouldn’t be able to move for awhile. You guys chatted for a while, realizing it was the first time you were alone in a long time. It was always nice to have some time just the two of you. You loved your other friends, like Gracia and Kevin, but there was something about being just with Brady. It was nostalgic, reminding you of when you used to hang out together growing up in Minnesota.
Eventually, as the two of you grew tired, you decided to watch one those crime documentaries you’d heard so much about. Unfortunately, it wasn’t as interesting as you had been led to believe. Between the slow build and the drone of the narration, you found yourself nodding off.
Sunlight hit your face, pulling you from a light sleep. You shot up, slightly disoriented. You hadn’t intended to spend the night at Brady’s, but well here you are. It wasn’t the first time you stayed over by any means, but it still confused you for a moment since you weren’t expecting it.
You noticed then Brady wasn’t next to you anymore. You wondered if he had went back to his bed to sleep. You checked your phone, knowing he would text you and sure enough there was a message from him.
Headed out to get bagels, I’ll be back soon!
The message was from just a few minutes ago. Damn, you thought, just missed him. You stood up from the couch, stretching yourself before padding into the kitchen. You searched the cabinets for a glass - a harder task in this apartment than it should be. You finally settled on a wine glass, filling it with water and chugging it to hydrate yourself after a long sleep.
“Sleeping beauty finally wakes,” a voice says from behind you. You jumped, nearly dropping the glass.
“God you’re like a cat,” you sighed, setting the glass down on the counter. Lord knows they couldn’t afford to lose one.
“I can’t tell if that is a compliment,” Jimmy said, leaning against the counter across from. He wore an old Harvard tee, with gray sweats sitting low on his hips. His hair was a little messy, like he just woke up too. You hated to admit it, but it was a good look.
“Neither can I,” you said. Normally you’d straight up tell him it wasn’t, but you wanted to do some digging and guessed it would be better to play nice. “What was that with your dad?” you asked, trying to sound casual.
Jimmy’s demeanor changed instantly. “Let’s not go there.”
“Sorry,” you replied, expecting that much, “But for what it’s worth he was being a total dick. Which for me to say about how someone was treating you is saying something.”
“Yeah, well, that’s my dad for you,” Jimmy sighed, “He’s an asshole.”
“All the time?” you asked.
“All the time,” he confirmed, “Hockey’s all he care about, I never hear the end of it. It’s fucking frustrating.”
You wanted to say something thoughtful, maybe even give advice. However, when you opened your mouth a different set of words came out. “Take it out on me.”
Jimmy’s head snapped up, studying your face to see if you were for real. “What do you mean?” he asked, stepping closer to you. Your heart raced, looking up as he towered over you.
“Your frustration, take it out on me,” you told him. You took a step closer to him, squaring yourself up to look him in the eye. You wanted to appear confident even if your knees were shaking a little. “Come on, what are you scared or something?” you challenged.
In a flash, Jimmy was on you.He lifted you up effortlessly, placing you on the counter. “You’re going to regret this,” he said, nipping at your neck. His teeth grazed across your skin, before his lips nursed the parts he bit.
“Try me,” you replied, pulling his face to yours. You kissed him hungrily, nails scratching at the back of his neck and shoulders as your tongue slipped between his lips.Jimmy bit down on your lower lip, pulling at it with his teeth, before returning to kissing you.
Jimmy yanked at your leggings and you lifted yourself up slightly to allowing them to slip down your legs.Jimmy stepped between your thighs, spreading your legs slightly. You felt your pussy throb in anticipation knowing he would be inside you in just minutes.
You weren’t proud to admit it, but since you had seen the size of him you couldn’t stop thinking about what he’d feel like. This eagerness led you to pulling at the waistband of his pants. Jimmy took the hint, sliding his pants and boxers down just enough to take his dick out.
He leaned into you, his lips finding yours again. All the while the tip of his cock was brushing against your core. It was driving you wild, you could feel yourself pooling on your inner thigh. His hand griped the base of his cock, about to press into you when you heard the front door open.
You both went into a scramble, nearly smacking your heads against each other as you tried to get your pants back on. You both turned in opposite directions, trying to look occupied with whatever was on the counter in front of you.
“Oh great you’re both up!” Brady chirped as he entered the kitchen. You only managed a nod, afraid talking would give away how on edge you were. You had been seconds away from being caught and it freaked you out. You had no idea how Brady would react, but you knew there would be know going back after that.
“Hard to sleep with this one snoring on the couch,” Jimmy commented, back to his teasing ways. It was nice, almost, it felt normal. You needed normal after that close call.
“I’m sorry, I should have been more thoughtful of your beauty sleep. God knows you need it,” you replied. Brady chuckled as he usually did, always finding humor in the banter. He handed out the bagels, which you ate relatively quickly. You didn’t to look like you were in a rush to leave, but you did want to head out of there.
You made up an excuse that you had a shit ton of errands to run, heading out the door without looking at Jimmy again. Maybe it was because you had basically been blue balled or that you were almost caught, but you just felt off. You had surprised yourself with how much you’d wanted him. Or maybe just his dick. Or maybe it was him. You didn’t know. You took the long the long way home, hoping for clarity that would never come.
#j vesey#jimmy vesey smut#jimmy vesey imagine#new york rangers imagine#new york rangers smut#nhl imagines#nhl fanfiction
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I’m not the only one to be blamed for this. @gerec did say: ‘someone cherik this’
Written for this prompt: if the next big fanfic trope isn’t ‘we had a maybe-fake-maybe-not marriage 26 years ago and i just realized that we never bothered to check if it was legally binding’... or a version of it
Tags: Bad writing, Erik being Erik and swear words thrown in here and there
It's a lazy Tuesday afternoon in the Manson. Storm and Jubilee had volunteered to take the younger ones on a trip to the greenhouse across the lawn, leaving Hank, Sean, Alex and Raven to enjoy a quiet lunch in the kitchen.
Raven sighs when the serene silence is broken by the echoes of her brother's voice from down the hall.
'No, don't talk to me…’ Charles is scolding Erik as he rolls into the open kitchen, and Erik is trailing behind Charles like a lost puppy-- no, a frustrated puppy-- hissing out a mix of curses and 'will you just listen to me’s.
‘How are you guys back so early?’ Raven asks. It's probably for the best to leave out the 'from your physical checkup’ from the end of her sentence, Raven decides. There's absolutely no need to bring up the fact that they’re all growing long in the tooth in casual conversation. Besides, it's Erik's turn today, it'll be hers tomorrow.
Her words, however, seem to pull them out of their private bubble. Charles and Erik turn towards them. Their wide eyes and baffled expressions confirm that they didn't realise that they had company-- just like every other time, then.
'What?’ Charles asks, confused.
‘How are you guys back so early?’ Raven repeats her question, and when she still doesn't get a response: ‘You guys left for Erik's first physical checkup… because he was complaining of chest pains… Any of those ring a bell?’
Charles squares his shoulders and subjects Erik to a death glare, 'Yes, Erik. Why don't you explain to Raven why we came home this early?’
'Oops…’ Sean whispers next to her.
Erik looks at Charles, and when the strength of the Telepath’s glare doesn't abate, he turns to the rest of them. He shrugs defensively, ‘Well, it turns out that Charles’ insurance doesn't automatically apply to me.’
‘How's that possible?’ Hank asks, nose scrunched, ‘As Charles’ husband, you should be covered by default.’
Now Charles crosses his arms over his chest, 'Erik, darling,’ he says, words dripping with sarcasm, 'Why don't you tell them why, even as my husband, you're not covered under my health insurance scheme?’
Erik, too, folds his arms across his chest mirroring Charles’ posture, and in a single breath, says, ‘May be because our marriage might have turned out to be a not-marriage and maybe because we never checked if it ever was legally binding all these years.’
It takes a minute for Erik's words to settle into the room and its occupants.
It might have been twenty-six years ago, but Raven remembers the day like it was yesterday. Remembers her then twenty-three-year-old brother returning from his humanitarian trip to Israel with a ring on his finger and a Nazi hunter by his side. ‘Erik proposed to me on the ship on our way back,’ he had said-- all doe-eyed-- ‘and we got the Captain to marry us! Isn't that romantic, Raven?’
Raven had been mad at him for weeks. Firstly, he was too young to be getting married.
Secondly, what was he thinking getting married to someone whom he met on a trip? And that too someone as scary as Erik? Most importantly, Raven hadn't been on the Caspertina to witness her own brother’s wedding. Of course, she had the right to be pissed.
‘-contrary to what's shown in the movies, it's not true. A wedding officiated by the Captain of a ship is not legally binding in all the countries,’ Hank is saying when Raven’s thoughts stray back into the present.
Trust Hank to know the laws, amendments and constitutions of all the countries.
Charles had been so blissfully happy and so madly in love then, that, of course, he hadn't bothered to check if the marriage would hold against the law.
'Alright. Let's assume for a moment that the two of you aren't legally married, and therefore Charles’ insurance won't cover you.' Alex reasons, turning his chair to face Erik. ‘But what about your own insurance?’
'I don't have one,’ Erik shrugs.
'How don't you have one? That's the first thing the Professor got us done when we came here,’ Sean questions.
'About that…’ Erik trails off.
'About that.’ Charles groans.
'About that?’ Raven raises her brows in question.
'Maybe because I may or may not have a valid visa.’ Erik shakes his head, his expression so quotidian that he might as well be considering his choices for dinner.
Charles winces. Sean opens and closes his mouth like a fish out of water. Hank sighs loudly.
'You don't have a valid visa!?,’ Alex asks, ‘Dude, that makes you an-’
'-illegal immigrant,’ Sean finishes.
'How the hell did you survive this long, then?’ Alex asks, quietly impressed.
'By living dangerously as an outlaw,’ Erik replies, baring all his teeth, like he's bloody proud of it.
Alex wolf whistles. 'I gotta admit man, that’s pretty bad a-’ after being subjected to a withering glare from Charles, clears his throat and amends '-not cool at all. Not at al-’
'Wait a minute!’ Sean interrupts triumphantly, like he’s made an earth stopping discovery, ‘I’ve seen driving licence. They don't hand those out without a visa.’
'But have you verified if it's real?’ Erik deadpans.
'Fuck!’ Sean squeaks. ‘I’ve been living with an illegal immigrant and a felon for twenty years. Will I go to Prison for it?’ He turns towards Raven with fear in his eyes. 'I’m not going to Prison, am I?’
‘Nobody's going to Prison.’ Charles says firmly, putting an end to Sean’s fretting. ‘I'll find a way to sort this all out. Sort out our fake marriage-’
Erik's loud groan cuts Charles short. ‘Stop saying that, would you?’
'Saying what? That our marriage is a fake? Not saying it doesn't change the fact that it is.’
'No, it isn't!’ Erik snaps. ‘To me it isn't’ His deep voice reverberates throughout the silent kitchen.
They both stare at each other for a long time, no doubt hosting a furious telepathic debate between themselves. Finally, Erik deflates. The long sigh that leaves his body drags the expanse of his shoulders along with it. He kneels down before Charles and takes his hands. ‘I'm sorry, Charles. For… everything. But a marriage certificate is just a piece of paper. How does it matter what it says about us? When I call you my better half, it's not because a certificate gives me the right to do so, but because you are, in every sense of the phrase, my better half. What makes a marriage is this-’ He waves a hand between the two of them. 'The love that we share, the home that we've made, the school that we've built together, and the family we've created with these children. And nothing can tell me that it isn't otherwise. And absolutely
nothing can stop me from being your husband, not a piece of paper or a social convention.’
Raven has seen Erik over the twenty-six years they've lived under the same roof now. With his dry humour, resting bitch face and shark like smiles, she'll admit that he has reluctantly grown on all of them. But even after all these years, she hasn't got used to seeing Erik being tender with her brother. It's sweet and scary at the same time. Downright creepy.
What makes it even more so is that Charles isn't immune to it. Her brother turns into a puddle of goo on being the victim of Lehnsherr’s heartfelt confessions. Even now, Raven can see the moisture in Charles’ eyes and the smile he's hiding behind his defiant front.
'That still doesn't change the fact that our marriage isn't legally binding, Erik,’ Charles protests.
'In that case, we'll just marry again. That is, if you'll still have me as your husband for the rest of your life,’ Erik says simply.
Charles lets out a chuckle. ‘That was the most unimaginative marriage proposal ever. But, yes, darling,’ he cups Erik's cheek fondly and blinks rapidly, 'I’ll marry you once again.’
They share a tender kiss.
'Why don’t we elope to Europe and get married there? I'm sure I'm a citizen of one of its countries,’ Erik tries as he straightens.
'No! No, Erik. We aren't eloping.’ Charles holds up a stern finger up.
'Urgh, Charles, you're so boring. I'm already regretting proposing to you,’ Erik says wrinkling his nose, like one of the younger students forced to eat their greens.
Charles laughs out loudly throwing his head back, ‘If you think that's boring, wait till you see all the paperwork you'll have to fill to get a visa.’
Erik groans shaking his head. ‘It's proven. Marrying you has been one of the biggest mistakes of my life.’
Charles giggles at Erik's theatrics. 'Come on, old man,’ he says fondly, holding out his hand for Erik, 'Let’s talk to my Lawyers and see what we can do.’
The two of them leave the kitchen hand in hand, leaving Raven and the boys in silence.
It's Sean who breaks it. ‘Are you sure,’ he asks leaning towards Raven, ‘that your brother is the same guy who's an omega level telepath with three PhDs contending for this year's Nobel?’
Raven chews on Sean's words, then shrugs it off as a moot cause. 'Well, none of those guarantee to give you common sense.’
‘No, it doesn't.’
They go back to their lunches agreeing on it.
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#cherik#cherik fic#i don't know how insurance schemes work in the US#but generally the spouse and kids are covered elsewhere#also I wrote this while on commute#so expect a tonne of mistakes#charles xavier#erik lehnsherr#i probably derailed somewhere in the middle#but it's not like i could help it#jjcherik
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firesonic152 brought this twitter thread to my attention and we ended up running with a variation on the idea.
firesonic152 – 09/01/17
https://twitter.com/fconvicted/status/903811242514563072
Bro
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/01/17
yay, but also slightly creepy. ^^;
firesonic152 – 09/01/17
it's a whole other level of awkward from saying the wrong name lmO
... lmao
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/01/17
X'D
okay, but...what if it starts out with Jack just trying to imagine someone who would be ideal for him, and every time he does it, the image gets clearer and clearer and one day Gabe actually comes out of the mirror?
firesonic152 – 09/01/17
:OO!!
ELABORATE
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/01/17
like...maybe he's lonely but doesn't really know how to connect with people, so he lets his mind wander and starts imagining he's with someone long term. and as he goes from lover to loer, he keeps picturing this other person in the mirror instead of them. maybe Gabe was someone he knew a long time ago and regrets losing contact with, even. So Jack imagines him as he would be. Older, scarred, well built...it's almost instinctive. Meanwhile, Gabe has been having these recurring dreams where he's with this guy and in the dreams, the guy is always watching his reflection really intently. and he thinks he remembers this dude, but it's been so long that he isn't even sure he remembers his name, and he sure as hell doesn't know why he's suddenly dreaming about him.
so, then there's a couple choices--take it from something relatively simple like linked dreams to Jack actually being able to summon Gabe throught the mirror (AWKS), or Gabe tracks him down.
firesonic152 – 09/01/17
OMG I love thisss
I like the idea of Gabe tracking him down and startling Jack
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/01/17
XD
Jack sees him and immediately pops an awkward boner X'D
firesonic152 – 09/01/17
AHAHA
does Gabe know what Jack's been using his image for lmao
Probably not lol AWKS
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/01/17
I don't think Gabe knows that it was Jack's fault. XD All he knows is that he's been dreaming about Jack. He doesn't realize it's because Jack was calling to him.
firesonic152 – 09/01/17
how romantic~~~
except when Gabriel finally finds Jack, Jack is totally caught off guard and freaks out a little
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/01/17
I BET HIS DOES! xd
**he
^^;
firesonic152 – 09/01/17
He lowkey fantasized a whole life for them that never happened |D a LITTLE too much to dump on Gabriel lmao
XDD
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/01/17
lol
not only that, but he knew exactly how Gabe would look
firesonic152 – 09/01/17
>w>
and for good measure
they were never together before this bc yay pining
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/01/17
THAT'S THE SPIRIT!!
Maybe Gabe was a really close friend of his back in the day, but Jack was closeted or something, and even seeing Gabe be out and cool with it wasn't enough for Jack to be comfortable about it?
firesonic152 – 09/01/17
YAY
GABE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW JACK IS GAY
BC JACK WAS ALWAYS SUPER "HAHAHA YES I AM A STRAIGHT MALE,,,,"
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/01/17
AND SO NOW, GABE'S HAVING ALL THESE DREAMS ABOUT THIS GUY THAT HE CAN'T BE WITH AND JACK ALWAYS LOOKED AT HIM SO INTENSELY THAT HE WAS SURE, HE WAS SO SURE THAT MAYBE...MAybe there was a chance
firesonic152 – 09/01/17
anfkanxsnckanx
Jack doesn't know how to be like SURPRISE I WAS GAY THE WHOLE TIME
so he tries to, how you say, "play it straight" at first
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/01/17
lolololololGOOD FUKKIN LUCK WITH THAT!! X'D
at this point, he's slept with half the guys in town and is more attracted to Gabe than ever
firesonic152 – 09/01/17
AHAHA OOPS
WHEN DID THAT HAPPEN
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/01/17
when he was needing partners to fuel his wanton imaginings, ofc
Jack, you naughty thing
firesonic152 – 09/01/17
Jack: aggressively shrugs
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/01/17
Jack should be aggressively thinking of the perfect way to FIX THIS
haha what if they go out drinking one night, and Gabe has enough to get a bit careless about what he says, and he tells Jack why he's come out to find him?
and Jack is just
I want this
SO BAD
but he is DRUNK
fuck my life
firesonic152 – 09/01/17
LOLLLL
gabe: i've been literally dreaming about you
jack, googling "how to say "i've been literally fantasizing about having a long term relationship with you and fucking you instead of the real people i'm having sex with every day for like 10 years' but like in a chill way":
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/01/17
pfft. X'D Jack, you are FUCKED.
Maybe keep that one to yourself.
firesonic152 – 09/01/17
jack, googling "how to kill myself"
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/01/17
JACK NO
firesonic152 – 09/01/17
gabe: i'm glad you're back in my life man
jack: y. yay
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/02/17
okay okay but. jumping ahead just a bit. pls consider: Jack cries the first time they have sex because he's imagined this for so long and never thought it was a wish that would come true
firesonic152 – 09/02/17
akcnskjnakjcnasc
does gabe know why he's crying
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/02/17
Jack could make up some nonsense about it only being that he had a crush on Gabe years ago.
pull out the reveal of Jack's fantasies toward the very end, after they've hooked up. Maybe one of Jack's exes knew what was up somehow and spilled the beans and Jack is terrified that now Gabe is going to think he's creepy.
firesonic152 – 09/02/17
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jack tries to nip it in the bud and get the heck out before gabe can do anything about it
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/02/17
but Gabe is just. wait. hold up. You loved me so much that it got through to me across the country? And now you're going to run away?
firesonic152 – 09/02/17
nice spin gabe!!!
BUT BACK TO THE PINING PART. GABE STRESSING ABOUT THE FACT THAT HE WAS DREAMING ABOUT HIS STRAIGHT FRIEND SO MUCH THAT HE SPENT LIKE A YEAR TRACKING HIM DOWN
there's no heterosexual explanation
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/02/17
XD
well, Gabe was already out, so...unless you want BOTH of them closeted when they were friends
firesonic152 – 09/02/17
gabe is Very Gay but he thinks jack is straight and he assured jack that he wasn't gonna come on to him
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/02/17
oooh...what if they were, and Gabe only told Jack he was gay, but Jack was crushing so hard that he didn't trust himself to keep his own secret and he was afraid he would give Gabe away so he started avoiding him and then moved or soemthing??
firesonic152 – 09/02/17
sjicndskjnsouvnsd
omg jaaaaack
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/02/17
jack you fucked up
firesonic152 – 09/02/17
JACK NOW HE THINKS YOU'RE HOMOPHOBIC WHEN IT'S TOTALLY THE OPPOSITE
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/02/17
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
ffffffffffffffffffffff
my brain hadn't gone there orz
i fucked up
firesonic152 – 09/02/17
gabe is very very nervous when he finds jack
he's just really really hoping jack is okay with... the gay thing now
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/02/17
Jack is completely stunned when he first sees him. Gabe wasn't even sure Jack would recognize him, but that's obviously not the case. He has a couple of seconds to be worried about how Jack will react before Jack lights up. Although, it might have been Gabe's imagination, but it seemed like a strange expression crossed his face before he smiled.
firesonic152 – 09/02/17
sdkjcnsiducnsd
Gabe thought he'd buried all his real feelings and it was just fanciful romantic notions that were making his dreams seem like so much more. but it all comes rushing right back.
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/02/17
Worse, Jack is so eager to spend time with him while he's in town--wants to show him the sights and take him to the best places to eat. And Jack remembers so many of his favorite things.
They click right back to the way they had been before things got weird. It almost feels like they're a couple on vacation together...except Jack goes home every night, and Gabe returns to his hotel room alone.
!!!!!!!! that's how gabe figures out that something's up!! their first time is at the hotel, but when Jack brings Gabe home after that, he forgets to take down the mirror! Gabe recognizes it and the room!!
firesonic152 – 09/02/17
AHHHH
JACK!!!!
U DUMMY
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/02/17
haha altho i guess Gabe might just think that he's the psychic one instead. unless Jack reacts weird when he says something about it.
firesonic152 – 09/02/17
jshbdiybcidhb
gabe points it out and kind of laughs when he says he must be psychic but jack immediately gets weird about it
freezes for a sec, then puts on a painfully fake smile
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/02/17
i'm sorry, but i gotta turn in. ;; early day tomorrow.
firesonic152 – 09/02/17
awwww
<33333
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/02/17
we'll have to finish this tomorrow. ^^
night night <3<3<3
firesonic152 – 09/02/17
gn!!!!
firesonic152 – 09/02/17
FRIEND I'M LONELY AND BORED
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/02/17
well that's no good!
any more ideas on that last thread?
firesonic152 – 09/02/17
WELL WE NEED TO RESOLVE THE PINING SITUATION
how can we do it in the most awkward way possible LOL
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/02/17
hrmmm...
heh heh
what if, while he's visiting, Gabe has another dream? and he wakes up out of the middle of it and just calls Jack without thinking. and Jack's still with the guy, 'cause Gabe's dreams and his fun happen simultaneously.
firesonic152 – 09/02/17
ASKJFDNDASKJFN THAT IS AWKWARD
I LOVE IT
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/02/17
^^
firesonic152 – 09/02/17
and it's a more intense dream this time too bc the distance is so small >w>
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/02/17
Jack fukkin' answering the phone in the middle of getting fucked 'cause the call's from Gabe
and, of course, what the hell is he gonna say?
prolly freaks out that he answered at all
firesonic152 – 09/02/17
AHAHA or he answered by accident and now it's too late
he fumbled w the phone and accidentally hit the accept call button
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/02/17
what if the guy he's with knocks the phone away 'cause he's annoyed Jack picked it up at all?
firesonic152 – 09/02/17
KJDNAFKADNJF YEAH
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/02/17
So now, Gabe's listening to the two of them together and HEY GUESS WHAT Jack ain't straight
firesonic152 – 09/02/17
THAT'S REALLY AWKWARD
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/02/17
suuuuuuuuuuuuper awkward
does he hang up? the guy sounded really annoyed. but listening in on all this...
firesonic152 – 09/02/17
and it gets more awkward when jack mumbles something that gabriel SWEARS is his name but
kdjfnadskfnjs
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/02/17
and, of course, Gabe is gonna have to rush over to Jack's place once it's over.
oh wait
he can't see the bedroom just yet.
keep out
firesonic152 – 09/02/17
LOL
well he can go see jack's place and not go into the bedroom...?? maybe?
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/02/17
yeah, prolly. Jack wouldn't want him to see it after all that.
but, like, so does Gabe hang up and Jack calls him back as soon as the dude leaves? And Jack, like, isn't even sure why he's reaching out?
They just end up snuggled together on Jack's couch, watching a movie till he falls asleep 'cause he didn't want to be alone after
firesonic152 – 09/02/17
kjfksdfksadnksdn
jack calls gabriel back afterwards all frantic like "uM I... DID YOU HEAR ANYTHING" and gabriel replies "n............ no the call dropped....... right away.................."
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/02/17
X'D
GABE YOU LIAR
When Gabe comes over, Jack looks all worn out and kind of sad, and his skin is blotchy and beginning to bruise, so of course gabe has to ask if he's okay. Jack smiles at him, all relieved and bittersweet and says he's fine, and Gabe's heart goes doki doki
firesonic152 – 09/02/17
gabriel is Dying he's so in love
and holy SHIT jack isn't straight
they snuggle while watching a movie and gabriel forgets how breathing works
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/02/17
Gabe has the hardest time behaving himself while tucked under the blanket with Jack for their movie.
firesonic152 – 09/02/17
kajsdksajdnf
bc GOD NOW HE KNOWS WHAT JACK SOUNDS LIKE
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/02/17
lol
haha oh SHIT
XD
firesonic152 – 09/02/17
he pays Zero attention to the movie
he instead spends the time caught between stealing glances at jack and fantasizing about what he could do right then and there
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/02/17
aaaaaaaaaaaaa
firesonic152 – 09/02/17
plus being hyper aware the whole time of every place he and jack are touching
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/02/17
eeeeeeeeeeee
okayokay...what if, like, when the movie ends and Jack is only barely awake, Gabe starts to get up to help him to bed, but Jack just snuggles a bit closer and sleepily demands that Gabe talk more about himself. And Jack's drifting off with his head against Gabe's chest, more relaxed than he's been in a long time, and the lonliness is almost completely gone for once, and he's just about asleep when Gabe runs out of things to say about himself and just murmurs '...and I've always been in love with you.'
firesonic152 – 09/02/17
SHRIEKING!!!!!!!!!!!!!
does jack assume it's a dream later or does he immediately wake up at that lmao
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/02/17
could have him assume it's a dream, then really freak out his next partner by gasping out 'i love you' in the middle of things before tacking 'Gabe' onto the end of that.
firesonic152 – 09/02/17
AHHHHHH
IDIOTS
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/02/17
and, of course, since they're in teh same time zone now, Gabe's asleep at the time and dreams that.
firesonic152 – 09/02/17
SHRIEKING!!!!!!!!!!!
BUT GABE STILL THINKS HIS DREAMS ARE JUST DREAMS
DON'T LET YOUR DREAMS JUST BE DREAMS GABRIEL
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/02/17
CONFESS!! IT'S A SIGN!!!
lol Gabe being all HEY LET ME TREAT YOU TO DINNER AS THANKS FOR SHOWING ME AROUND so that he has an excuse to set up something kinda fancy. he's nervous the whole evening, 'cause if he ruins this, he's still got a few days left in town and he doesn't want to miss out on seeing Jack, but then again, if it goes right, he's still got a few days in town with Jack
firesonic152 – 09/02/17
KJDFANDKSANFDS
he means to save his confession until the end of the night but like as soon as they sit down he blurts out "i love you"
very smooth gabriel
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/02/17
XD
YOU'RE DOING GREAT SWEETIE!!
firesonic152 – 09/02/17
LOL
jack's head shoots up, certain he misheard
"excuse me?"'
gabriel wants to Die but he balls up his fists and clarifies, "i'm- in love with you jack. i have been for..." he swallows tightly. "almost since i met you."
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/02/17
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa ;u;
firesonic152 – 09/02/17
jack drops his glass and it shatters on the floor, spilling water everywhere and also glass shards
what a mess
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/02/17
jaaaaaaaaaaack
u fukkin mess
Jack is up out of his seat, and Gabe is starting to clean up the mess, but Jack just grabs his arm and is all: 'take me back to your hotel.'
firesonic152 – 09/02/17
KJADFNAKSDNF
gabe is like wait you have a hou- and jack is like yOUR HOTEL NOW
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/02/17
XD
you two jerks haven't even ordered
they just walked in, ate some free bread, broke a glass and left
firesonic152 – 09/02/17
AHAHA
IT WAS A NICE PLACE TOO GABE GOT A RESERVATION
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/02/17
HE TRIED SO HARD
at least he hit the goal! XD
firesonic152 – 09/02/17
IT REALLY IS THE DESTINATION THAT MATTERS, NOT THE JOURNEY
while they're having sex jack keeps closing his eyes and expecting to see someone else when he opens them
but no it's still gabriel
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/02/17
awww
he's just...so...HAPPY
TTuTT
firesonic152 – 09/02/17
>w<
afterwards they're lying in bed and gabriel has to ask "bro i thought you were straight"
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/02/17
Jack chokes
'NO. um...definitely no.'
AND THEN OF COURSE THEY HAVE TO TALK ABOUT WHY JACK WENT ALL WEIRD ON HIM YEARS AGO
AND IT COMES OUT THAT THEY'RE BOTH PINING IDIOTS
firesonic152 – 09/02/17
AHAHAHA YA DUMMIES
but jack still doesn't know about the phone call and gabe doesn't know about the dreams LMAO
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/02/17
nopenope ^^ more fun for them to get into
firesonic152 – 09/02/17
maybe jack asks what gabe wanted the other day when he called lollll
and gabriel is just "ohh god"
admits he was dreaming about jack bc he guesses there's no harm in it now
but oh god what if jack knows somehow
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/02/17
if he knows he was sending Gabe those dreams?
firesonic152 – 09/02/17
i should have put that in quotes lol it's gabe's anxiety feels
about what if jack somehow knows that he was listening in that whole phone call >w>
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/02/17
ohh gotchagotcha. ^^
well, i mean, if the call wasn't disconnected, and if the phone was face up, Jack would know exactly how long Gabe was listening
bit of an exhibitionist, isn't he?
firesonic152 – 09/02/17
kdjsnfdksjfnasdkfjn
jack opens with "i know you were listening in" and gabe has a heart attack
they have to call 911 for real
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/02/17
X'D
JACK THINK BEFORE YOU ACT
jack teasing him, like: 'is it better for real?' and Gabe just rolls right over on top of him and hides his face by attacking Jack's neck with kisses
firesonic152 – 09/02/17
that's when gabe admits he called bc he's been dreaming about jack all the time
and it doesn't take long for jack to figure out why
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/02/17
oh ho ho. now whatcha gonna do, Jackie?
firesonic152 – 09/02/17
well naturally he decides to experiment with a vibrator and a mirror in the room Right Next to sleeping gabriel
it's more intense with less distance after all
>w>
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/02/17
oh my god
XD
firesonic152 – 09/02/17
he can HEAR gabriel shooting out of bed and falling on the floor with a flurry of muffled curses
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/02/17
XD
jaaaaaaack you TEASE! You can have the real thing now! XD
firesonic152 – 09/02/17
exactly >w> he gets the real thing slamming his door open and marching over, all riled up and flustered
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/02/17
ohho. a calculated move! -^^-
you know, part of the reason it might be stronger is also that he's seen Gabe in real life, had his mental image of him confirmed, heard his voice, caught a whiff of his scent...and then, of course, after they hook up, he knows how Gabe feels inside him.
firesonic152 – 09/02/17
kjdanfakjdnfaknsa
so what you're telling me is gabriel has the most intense wet dream of his life
jack you sly motherfucker
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/02/17
lol
firesonic152 – 09/02/17
AND JACK KEEPS DOING IT
not ALL the time but
often enough that gabriel is pretty pissed about it (but not pissed enough to tell him to stop For Serious)
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/02/17
but it's a good way to stay connected after Gabe has to go back home ^^ (long enough to get ready to move back to Jack ofc)
firesonic152 – 09/03/17
>w<
or jack moves in w gabe bc. it's a little awkward living with your boyfriend in a town where you've fucked 90% of the male population
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/03/17
lolololol HADN'T THOUGHT ABOUT THAT ^^;;;;;;;;;
firesonic152 – 09/03/17
jack tells gabe very seriously "thank you for coming into my life when you did bc i was gonna have to move soon anyway, i was seriously running out of people to fuck"
and gabe is
Very concerned
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/03/17
X''''''''''''D
JACK THAT'S NOT ANYWHERE NEAR AS ROMANTIC AS IT SOUNDED IN YOUR HEAD
firesonic152 – 09/03/17
gabriel stops whatever he was doing, turns to face jack and asks very slowly, "jack what the fuck"
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/03/17
Jack: no, see, the problem was WHO to fuck
firesonic152 – 09/03/17
"even if you fucked one new person every day you'd have to be doing that for like-"
"well your math is wrong lmao 'one' new person..."
"j. jack"
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/03/17
don't slut-shame, Gabe. It only encourages him.
firesonic152 – 09/03/17
HA
gabe can't tell if it's kind of weirdly sweet that jack was pining for him so bad he went out and fucked that many people... or if it's just. disturbing
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/03/17
it's disturbing, Gabe. Just bc he can't be reasoned with, doesn't mean you can't understand the truth.
firesonic152 – 09/03/17
gabe.
for the like. millionth time
why do you like him
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/03/17
poor guy. lol does that make his decisions as bad as Jacks?
firesonic152 – 09/03/17
i think he's a victim of his feelings more than a poor decision maker
he was just born with terrible taste in men. it's his unfortunate burden u-u
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/03/17
but he looks at Jack and Jack's life choices and still doesn't dump him.
except for that one time he may or may not have blown up their superhero hq
firesonic152 – 09/03/17
OOPS
#cornfuck and the reaper#R76 plot ideas#tbh it reminded me a bit of a fic i wrote for my last fandom altho there's lots more adult activities in this one lol
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