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writing0305 · 5 months

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Baby/pregnancy prompt with Butcher prompt 7 and 10. Just some cute fluffy funny stuff during about the readers pregnancy. 💖

Baby.

Pairing: Billy Butcher x F!Reader.

Summary: You are pregnant with Butcher's son and he is extremely protective of you. So protective that he doesn't even allow you to put together the furniture in the baby's nursery.

Warning: Swearing. That's it I think?

Propmpts: Pregnancy/ child.

7 - "Go easy. You are carrying my child."

10 - "Well, we both made that baby." - "Don't remind me."

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Thank you so much for this request!! I love writing dad Butcher so much!!

Billy Butcher was taken with you almost immediately after you joined the boys. You were soft and kind, but still witty with a strong backbone. You two grew close very quickly and for the first time in a very long time, Butcher knew what it was like to be put first in someone’s life.

You adored and loved Butcher. You kept him grounded and gave him a reason to fight. But seven months ago, you gave him a reason to live. It came as a surprise to everyone when Butcher left The Boys and took you with him.

Finding out you were pregnant, and that he was going to be a father, was a turning point in Butcher’s life. Before, he would have died for the cause, but now he couldn’t see himself doing that. He couldn’t see himself leaving behind you or his kid.

He had managed to get help from Grace Mallory with a secure apartment for the two of you. For a few months, you were under witness protection until Victoria Neuman came forward, presenting Butcher with a secure and safe job at the FBSA. It was his ticket to take out supes without putting you or the baby in danger.

Things were good for you and Butcher, and all you had to do now, was wait for the arrival of your son. Never had you seen Butcher so happy and excited for something. Your pregnancy had brought forth a whole new man and you adored every last bit of it.

One morning you were in your son’s blue-painted nursery. Most of his things were already set up and ready for him, but you had bought a few extra things to put in the room. More furniture, toys, and clothes.

You were standing on a step ladder, screwing a hanging bookshelf into the wall. When you heard the front door open, followed by Billy’s heavy footsteps, you sighed softly. He hated it when you did things like this. He hated it when you strained yourself around the apartment. But to him, even standing up was straining yourself too much.

You focused on getting the bookshelf on the wall as you listened to Billy’s footsteps walking down the hallway and stopping in front of the nursery. “Oi, what the bloody hell are you doing?” He questioned.

You glanced at him over your shoulder, offering him a sheepish smile as you shrugged your shoulders. “I bought some things for his nursery.” You replied, even though you knew that wasn’t exactly what he was referring to. He looked like he was about to have a heart attack seeing you on the step ladder.

His gaze drifted over the few boxes and bags of purchased items that lay across the floor and he raised his eyebrows at you. “Some things? By that, you mean the whole fuckin’ store?” He asked as he stepped into the room.

“It’s not that much.” You replied with a shrug of your shoulders as you grabbed a second hanging bookshelf. They were both equally small, meant to only fit a small amount of lightweight books.

Butcher stepped forward when he saw you climb back onto the step ladder again and stretched out to angle the shelf perfectly in line with the first one. “You can’t put those things up yourself, luv.” He argued with a shake of his head.

“Why not?” You asked as you looked down at him with furrowed eyebrows. “I can reach them.” You said as you shrugged your shoulders again.

He sighed as he shook his head again. “Just because you can reach them, ain’t mean you should be putting them up.” He argued as he held a hand out, wanting you to hand him the small shelf.

“Billy, it’s fine.” You sighed with a shake of your head, not handing over the shelf. “I’m fine, he’s fine.” You assured as you placed your free hand against your stomach, offering Butcher a smile

Butcher pursed his lips as he motioned with his hand for you to give him the shelf. “Here, let me do it for you.” He insisted, his voice soft and gentle. He was always cautious around you, as you got further along in your pregnancy and you had absolutely raging hormones that could go from 0 to a fucking blood bath in mere seconds.

You sighed, shoulders slouching as you stared down into his determined hazel eyes. “You’re not letting me do this, are you?” You asked softly as your head tilted to the side.

He pushed his tongue around against the inside of his cheek as he gave you a firm shake of his head. “Not a fuckin’ chance.” He replied.

You let out an overly dramatic sigh as you nodded your head. “Fine.” You huffed as you handed him the shelf, he took it in one hand and pressed the other hand against your waist, his hold secure as you slowly stepped off the ladder.

He took your place and began screwing the shelf securely against the wall. You watched him for a few seconds with your hands resting on your hips. Then the box of the rocking chair caught your attention. You kneeled down and grabbed a boxcutter. Butcher didn’t pay you any attention, thinking you were cutting open smaller items to put together.

He stepped off the ladder when he was done with the shelf and turned to you. His face fell when he saw you putting together the rocking chair. “What the bloody hell are ya doing now?” He asked as he raised his arms up by his side, by now looking done with you.

“Putting together this rocking chair.” You replied with a shrug of your shoulders. “Got it for a fucking bargain and a half.” You informed him as you waved a hand through the air, a small smile tugging at your lips.

“Fucking hell, Y/n.” He sighed as he kneeled down on the ground next to you, taking away the large pieces of wood and sharp objects that lay around you.

Your eyebrows furrowed and a frown tugged at your lips as you stared at him. “Not, Billy I can do it.” You whined as you tried to grab the things back from him and both of you almost looked childish as he pushed it all out of your reach.

You huffed as you stared at Butcher, your frown deepening. He sighed and pursed his lips as he stared at you. “Go easy.” He pleaded as he reached out to place a hand on your swollen stomach.“You are carrying my child.” He reminded you. “Let me do this.” He pleaded.

“I’m pregnant, not fragile.” You replied softly as you placed your hand over his, giving it a gentle squeeze before you reached out, gripping onto the crib and pulling yourself up with a soft grunt.

“I ain’t takin the fuckin’ risk.” He replied with a shake of his head as he picked up a screwdriver to begin putting together the chair. “Not with you, or this kid.” He said, pointing the screwdriver up at you and then towards your baby bump. You smiled softly as you stared down at him. You truly found this side of him endearing, even if it sometimes got overbearing how protective he was. “What you smiling about?” He asked as he quirked an eyebrow.

You shrugged your shoulders as your smile grew a little. “I like seeing you this way.” You replied softly as you absentmindedly rubbed your bump.

Butcher stared at you for a second before his gaze diverted down to the rocking chair and his eyebrows furrowed. “What way?” He asked in confusion.

“All protective, all smiley.” You replied softly as you reached your hand out to him. He took your hand and pulled himself up to his feet. While one hand wrapped around your waist, his other free hand rested against your bump, rubbing it softly. “Not looking for a reason to get yourself hurt.” You added softly as you sighed.

“I’ve told ya, I’m done with that shit.” He replied with a shake of his head. He was fine with his office job. Never did he want to go into the field again. Never did he want to be on the front lines of danger again. “I ain’t putting either of you in danger.” He said softly as his gaze flicked down to your stomach.

“I know.” You replied with a nod of your head as you reached up and cupped his cheek, your fingers brushing over his beard. “Still, it’s nice to see this side of you.” You said softly before standing up on the tips of your toes and pressing a kiss to his lips. He kissed you back, his lips working softly against yours. You pulled away, offering him a pleading smile. “Now, can I help with my baby’s room?” You asked as you quirked an eyebrow.

Butcher pursed his lips as he stared down at you, still rubbing your stomach. “Let me take care of it.” He pleaded softly, his eyebrows slightly knitting together.

You sighed, loosely wrapping both arms around his shoulders. “It’s my baby too you know.” You reminded with a light hearted tone of voice.

"Well, we both made that baby." He replied as he lifted his hand from your stomach and pointed at the bump.

You playfully rolled your eyes and shook your head. "Don't remind me." You muttered with a teasing voice as you took a few steps back, running a hand over your bump.

Butcher’s eyebrows furrowed and his eyes squinted as he stared at you. “Is that regret I hear?” He asked in a lighthearted tone as his head cocked to the side.

You raised your eyebrows, a smile tugging at your lips as you slowly shook your head. “No.” You assured softly as he took a step closer to you again, his hands reaching out to hold onto your hips. “There’s no regret.” You assured him. “Not about you, and not about him.” You said before standing up on the tip of your toes again and pressing a soft kiss to your lips. Butcher tried to deepen the kiss but you pulled away, giving him a shy smile. “I have to pee…” You whispered.

Butcher rolled his eyes as he bit back the smile that tried to tug at his lips. “Way to ruin the mood, luv.” He teased as he pulled away from you.

“Your son thinks my bladder is a trampoline.” You huffed as your lips pouted out into a frown and you turned around, slowly making your way towards the door.

“Should you be wearing those adult diapers?” Butcher questioned, a lopsided smirk tugging at his lips as he stared at you walk away, or as he’d like to comment on, waddled away.

You spun around, giving him a pointed look. “I will fucking kill you.” You warned as you pointed a threatening finger toward him.

Butcher chuckled, putting his hands up in defense. “Just asking.” He replied with a shake of his head. He watched you turn around and waddle out of the room, waiting before he called out after you. “I can go out a buy some.”

“Billy!” You snapped as you reached the bathroom and you could hear his low chuckle coming from the nursery. You let a small smile slip as you shook your head at him.

You and Butcher managed to finish the nursery together. All you were allowed to do was hand him things and put away the new clothes and toys. Most of your time was spent eating pieces of toast with melted butter. After that, you went to take a warm bubble bath and Butcher went to pick up dinner.

When you got out of the bathroom, Butcher had returned and you could smell the warm aroma of pizza coming from the kitchen. You waddled down the hallway, following the smell that made your stomach grumble. “Oh…is that pizza I smell?” You asked as you went into the kitchen.

Butcher let out a breath of amusement as he opened the pizza box. “Got the nose of a fucking police dog you.” He commented with a teasing voice as he wiggled a finger in your direction. He pulled out two plates, handing you one.

Like always, Butcher let you get the first serving, so he stepped back, watching as you placed slices of cheesy pizza on your plate. “I’m starving.” You sighed softly.

Butcher raised an eyebrow at you, his head tilting to the side. “You just had five slices of toast.” He reminded you as a small smile tugged at his lips.

“And now I’m gonna have five slices of pizza.” You replied with a sassy shrug of your shoulders as you returned his smile, taking a big bite of one of the slices already.

“Brought you a diet coke too.” He informed you as he pointed towards one of the two diet cokes next to the pizza box before he filled his own plate with a few slices of pizza.

“Thank you.” You replied, placing a kiss on his bearded cheek before grabbing your diet coke and heading to the living room. Butcher followed after you and you both made yourselves comfortable on the couch. You rested your plate on your lap, moaning softly in delight as you ate your pizza. There was a bit of silence between the two of you, but you interrupted it with a sharp gasp when your son kicked you hard and your hand shot down to your stomach. “Oh-”

If you were a supe with super hearing, you would have heard Butcher’s heart drop. He immediately set aside his plate of pizza and turned his attention to you. “What? What is it?” He asked as he placed a protective hand against your stomach.

You gasped as your son began kicking more and more. “He’s kicking a lot right now.” You uttered and Butcher let out a sigh of relief as he briefly closed his eyes. You took hold of his hand and moved it to where your son was kicking. “Here.” You whispered.

The smallest smile tugged at Butcher’s lips at the feeling of his son’s kicks beneath the palm of his hand. “Fuck…I’ll never get over this feeling.” He whispered softly. You let out a grunt as the tiny kicks on one spot started to become sore. Butcher gave you a worried look before turning to your stomach, rubbing soothing circles against the spot. “Alright lad, calm down.” He spoke softly to your bump. “You kick and your mum gets pissy with me.” He teased.

“I will throw you with a slice of pizza.” You warned Butcher with a pointed side eyes as you picked up a slice of pizza as a threat.

Butcher scoffed in amusement as he pulled away and sat back in his seat. “We both know you ain’t wasting a good fucking slice of pizza.” He said as he pointed a finger down at your pizza.

You rolled your eyes, knowing he was right. “Fine.” You huffed with a shake of your head. “I’ll throw you with something else.” You told him.

Butcher’s gaze shot down towards your stomach. “See what I mean?” He asked your bump as he quirked an eyebrow.

You huffed, placing a hand over your stomach as you scowled at Butcher. “Billy, you’re asking for it.” You warned him and he let out another chuckle.

He finished his food first and put his plate down on the coffee table before he turned to you. “Wanna put a movie on?” He asked as he raised his eyebrows at you.

“Yeah.” You replied with a nod of your head as you munched on your pizza. “Let’s watch something scary.” You suggested and the two of you shared a smile. You had both always been suckers for scary movies and it was one of the many interests you shared.

Butcher put on a movie before shifting on the couch, getting into a comfortable position of half lying and half sitting. “Come here.” He called out as he spread his arm out and you set your pate aside as you scooted back, laying against his side as his arm wrapped around you and his hand protectively rested against your bump.

#the boys #the boys x you #the boys x reader #billy butcher #billy butcher imagine #the boys x y/n #billy butcher x reader #billy butcher x you #the boys imagine

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lockleysfav · 2 years

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Leaked Desires

Steven grant x fem!reader

summary: When getting into a street fight, your hit with a bag of powder. You’re not sure what the effects are but only as you get home do you feel the need for Steven to fuck you.

Warnings; NSFW, drugs, sex drug, dom!steven, pet names, smut, p in v, oral (f receiving), creampie, breeding kink, multiple orgasms, biting.

Steven came rushing to you, he was in the shop and had no idea what was going on until he was paying for the groceries, he looked to his right and saw you on the floor scratching yourself.

“Hey hey hey” he grabbed your hands away from your face and you looked at him with dazed eyes “Steven?” you say with a small slur and he smiles “Hey, come on lets go i’ve got the stuff” he tells you, holding up the bags to show you. You nod and cling to him as he helps you up and you both start walking back to the flat.

It took about 10 minutes until you felt an aching in your core. At first you assumed it was just you getting horny when you’re around steven too long but it just kept getting worse. Steven shut the door and started putting the food away while you fell onto the couch, holding your stomach and curling in on yourself.

“Love? could you help me with the last bag please” steven asks in such a sweet tone you almost moan. You get up shakily and walk over to him “Y-yeah” you reply and grab onto the last bag, helping him stack things into the cupboards and fridge. After finishing, Steven shrugged off his jacket and the aftershave he had on practically smacked you in the face “Steven” you whined and his head jolted around to look at you. His eyes grew wide when you were sweating and red faced.

He stood frozen as you limped over to him buried your face in his chest “fuck you smell so good baby” you pushed him to sit on the couch, straddling his lap and kissing at his neck. Steven groaned and placed his hands on your hips “W-whats got into you ey?” he laughes nervously but you were to focused on him and not his voice.

Marc was in the mirror trying to get Stevens attention “Steven!” he yelled and Steven whipped his head to the mirror “She inhaled some fucking drug” he whisper yelled to him while your hands were all over his chest. Steven furrowed his eyebrows and turned back to you, haulting your movements “Dove? are you okay?” he asks sweetly and you whimper “i-i need you stevie please” you begged, your hands fumbling for his belt.

Although Steven was about to stop you, tell you it’s wrong because he’d be taking advantage of you since you’ve been drugged, he also knew leaving you alone would end up becoming painful for you. So he reached down helping you get his belt off.

You were whining as he lifting his hips to allow you to pull down his jeans and scramble onto his lap “fuck fuck, i need you so bad” you whispered against his ear causing him to shiver. He grabbed your hips “You need me hm? beg darling i know you’ve got it in you” he smirked. You clawed at his shirt “Steven! please please i need your dick so bad, need you to fill my pussy up to the brim” you tugged his shirt and he suddenly felt something inside him snap. He lifted you up and walked you to the bed, laying you down and immediately kneeling to bury his face against your panties “you smell so good love” he says, yanking then down and forcing your thighs apart. His tongue dove into your pussy, lapping at your clit and devouring you.

Your fingers pulled at his curls “Steven! oh my god” you arched your back and ground your pussy against his mouth, whining when he groaned and held you down “Stay still”. He was suckling your clit, teasing a finger at your entrance “Please sir, please” you tugged harder on his curls and his cock twitched at the name. you only ever called Marc that and called Jake papi.

He slid his finger into you, curling it slowly and you let out a strangled moan “m-more please” you begged and felt his other finger slide into you with ease. He started pumping his fingers into you, curling them into your g-spot and you swear for a second you saw stars floating around your head like a fucking cartoon.

“Im gonna cum! im gonna cum baby dont stop” you pleaded and Steven started finger fucking you faster “Thats right love, cum on my fingers” he continued encouraging you until you came hard on his fingers, creaming along his knuckles. He smiled against your clit and slowly pulled his fingers out, keeping eye contact with you as he sucked and licked his fingers clean “you taste delicious” he bites his lip starts to palm his cock, watching you squirm on the bed, your pussy clenching around nothing.

He leaned over you, kissing your neck and nipping at your earlobe pulling a whine out of you “need your cock buried inside me” you press and Steven nods, pulling off his shirt and caging you in his arms “You gonna take it like a good girl? not gonna complain?” he teases, rubbing the tip of his leaking cock along your clit and you nod frantically “because if you start whining im gonna stop and leave you withering on the bed like a little kitty in heat” his voice was low and mocking but you didnt care, you were practically heaving. “o-okay i wont i promise please just fuck me” you cried out when Steven sunk his throbbing dick into you, pausing to let you adjust and then taking no time to pound into you mercilessly.

Your jaw was slack and eyes were rolled back as Steven continued ruining you. He felt you clench and he fell on top of you biting into your shoulder harshly “Fuck love, do that again for me” and you complied, squeezing his dick. He growled against your ear and when you mewl at him to go deeper he grips your waist, sits back on his heels and lifts your legs to rest on his shoulders, when you’re comfortable with the position he leans forward, fucking into you deeper and you wail “so fucking deep, i love it so much feeling you in my stomach” stevens jaw tightens as he holds back a whimper at your words “look at you honey, such a needy little slut” he looks down at you, getting dangerously close to your face “im gonna fill this little pussy up with my cum” he says, pushing even deeper “want to watch your stomach grow with my baby” you moan and lift your head up to kiss him “please steven please put a baby in me” you beg and he pants heavily.

His mouth suddenly latches around your nipple, sucking hard and licking to soothe the pain afterwards “ready to cum litte dove? hm?” he coos and you hum. He reaches down to rub at your clit and your hips jolt upwards, his hips slamming against yours “come on love, be a good girl and cum for me” his words send you over the edge and you cum again, squeezing him tightly and he grunts loudly “fuck!” he spills into you, slowly his movements and shoving himself as deep as he can.

Tears prick at your eyes and Steven slowly pulls out “Hey, whats wrong did i hurt you?” his hands cup your cheeks as he kisses your tears away but you shake your head “im sorry i just- i get overwhelmed after an orgasm sometimes” you laugh as tears stream down your cheeks and Steven looks at you in awe “come here sweetheart” he pulls you against him and you nuzzle into his chest. Whatever drug you had seemed to fade away as you slowly dozed off.

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emeritusemeritus · 9 months

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Just wanna bewitch you in the moonlight. Pt4.

[Fred Weasley x Reader x George Weasley]

Part 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12

Title: Just wanna bewitch you in the moonlight.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader x George Weasley

Timeline: Predominately set between GOF and OOTP (some canon has been altered to fit the story)

Summary: Both twins like Gryffindor!reader. Reader likes both twins. How will she decide who to chose in the end? Amortentia might be able to help, or not.

Warnings: Smut, mentions of sex, established relationships, threesomes, friends to lovers, all the good stuff. NO Twincest. Mentions of illness, Brief mentions of vomiting. Tiny bit of angst, possessiveness, talk of kids. Slight dominant behaviour.

Freddie fluff coming your way 🤍

You and George crept back into the house after extinguishing the tea lights on the balcony and successfully managed to make it back down to the second floor without disturbing anyone. George assured you that he'd clean up the mess on the balcony in the morning as he wanted to go straight to bed, which you agreed with.

You opened the door to the twins' room and squinted through the darkness to find Fred asleep in bed, tucked into his regular side, allowing room for you and George to climb in.

You hesitated just for a second, feeling instantaneous conflict. Who would you cuddle up to tonight? You'd spent so much time with George today and so little with Fred whilst he was ill that you suddenly felt overwhelmed with guilt. But after your little adventures with George and your conversation of futures and plans, you felt intricately connected with the younger brother, at least for right now.

George moved to the little rickety wardrobe to slip into some pyjamas, pulling them out from the bottom drawer in the dresser.

You slipped out of George's sweater and neatly folded it on the desk at the side of the room before taking off the rest of your clothes, leaving you completely bare, having taken off your bra once you got back from the village and savagely losing your panties to George back on the balcony. You then reached onto the desk and grabbed an oversized T-shirt you'd left out ready for bed. It was one of Fred's old quidditch undertops which no longer fit him. You'd 'borrowed' it nearly two years ago one night that you'd had an impromptu sleepover with the twins and not had anything suitable to wear to bed. It completely drowned you and acted like a nightdress, hanging at least mid thigh with the softest material you'd ever felt, no doubt from years and years of constant washing.

"I missed the show?" George jokes, moving to stand behind you as he places his hands on your hips, running them down your thoughts to where the T-shirt ends.

"I could say the same," you whispered, trying to stay quiet so that you didn't disturb Fred.

"Didn't you get enough earlier dirty girl?" He chuckles breathily into your ear, the hottest thing you'd ever heard.

"Says the man who's been inside me twice today," you teased, turning to face him and give him a little smirk. He huffed out a laugh again and pulled your hips into his, leaning down to kiss you.

"Never enough," he mumbles into your lips before giving you one last kiss. "Right, straight to bed missy," he jokes, lightly spanking your bum as he ushers you into bed.

"Sure you don't want to cuddle up to Fred?" You ask sarcastically, causing George to shoot you a mock glare. You giggle quietly as you climb in, feeling the bed dip behind you as George climbs in behind you, immediately lifting the covers for you both.

Fred stirs only briefly at the movement in the bed before he rolls over in his sleep, turning his back to you.

"Looks like I'm not getting Freddie cuddles then," you whispered with a smile to George who huffs out a little breath of laughter, immediately opening his arms up to you, beckoning you back into his embrace.

"Georgie cuddles are better anyway," he smirks as he wraps his arms around you tightly, completely encasing you in his body. His pyjama top blocked the smooth, soothing feel of his chest but you enjoyed it regardless.

It didn't take long before you drifted off to sleep in George's arms, surrounded by your boyfriends after a perfect day.

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When you woke up the next morning you were immediately aware of being warm, very warm. As your consciousness came back to you and the fuzz of sleep began to dissipate, you realised the cause of the heat was the two hot bodies entwined with yours.

You peeked your eyes open, immediately squinting at the sun that shone in through the worn, voile curtains but after mere seconds of adjustment, you were able to look around the room. George lay to your left, his arm still firmly placed over your waist and your head was tucked into the little dip between his neck and shoulder. Fred was tucked tightly behind you, your body pressed closely to his as his arm lay over your middle, his large hand cupping your breast even in his sleep. Your legs were entangled with the twins', so much so that you couldn't determine who's limbs were who's.

You had no idea what time it was but as you couldn't hear any other commotion in the house, you assumed it must still be early.

You knew two things fit certain: you needed to pee and you desperately wanted a warm cup of tea, both of which would mean extracting yourself from the two men beside you, hopefully without disturbing them, especially George as you hadn't had a lot of sleep after crawling into bed so late.

You somehow managed, with great difficulty, to detach yourself from the vine like limbs of your boyfriends without disturbing them too much. George omitted a snore before rolling over to face the other side whilst Fred never flinched.

You quickly threw on a pair of pyjama shorts and grabbed George's sweater on your way out the door, careful to avoid it creaking as you crept out to go to the toilet.

Walking down to the kitchen, you noticed that no one was up yet and so you quietly made yourself a cup of tea, slipped on George's sweater and headed out the door to sit in the garden. You'd pulled a throw from the back of the sofa with you to shield your bare legs from the cold morning air and chose to sit on the little wooden bench at the side of the house, overlooking the garden and the surrounding fields.

Your mug steamed in the cold air and you couldn't help but smile at the inner peace you felt. Molly's garden was beautiful, especially at this time of year as everything bloomed. Her little vegetable patch was flourishing and you absentmindedly watched as various insects buzzed around it.

It was nice here, everything felt right.

You had to hide your relationship from nearly everyone for obvious reasons but being here at the Burrow made it infinitely easier, shielded away from prying eyes. You'd always been close with the Weasleys, the twins specifically, so there was nothing suspicious in you spending all your time with them. You did feel a little guilty that you didn't spend much time with Ginny this weekend, maybe next weekend you could all have the sleepover she'd hoped for.

"There you are," a voice said, breaking you out of your trance. You turned and looked to see a very dishevelled Fred standing in the doorway with a sleepy smile on his face, pyjamas crumpled and a half drunken bottle of dandelion and burdock in his hand. You had no idea how he made regular pyjamas look sexy but somehow he managed it. His pyjama pants were hung low on his hips, most likely so that they were actually closer to the correct length he needed with his long legs. His pyjama top fit a little snugly around the broadest part of his shoulders which seemed to display and showcase his wide shoulders and arms perfectly.

"Here I am," you replied, scooting over on the bench so that he could join you.

"Wondered where you'd snook off to," he smirked, immediately pulling the little blanket over both of your laps as he took a seat beside you.

"You're looking better," you say, taking a good look at his face. His complexion had returned to normal, his eyes sparkling and no longer looking gaunt and sallow. You reached up to smooth some of his long hair back away from his face, trying to tame it even a little as if flicked out wildly around his ears.

"I'm feeling better," he says cheekily, attempting to playfully bite your hand in front of his face. He laughed as you gasped and then took a long swig of his drink. "This helps," he grins. You simply shake your head at his silliness before he leans in to kiss you.

The taste of dandelion and burdock bursts onto your tongue as his lips capture yours. When you pull apart, Fred looks uncharacteristically sheepish.

"I'm sorry about yesterday princess," he says quietly. You're fairly certain you'd never heard him apologise like this, not even to you. "It was stupid to eat the pie not having a reverse, I just got a little too excited about it. I didn't mean to spoil the things we had planned, I just didn't really think ahead and I should have."

"It's okay Fred, I get it," you said in complete understanding. "Your inventions are always exciting and so clever, I'd be eager to try it too. You didn't spoil anything, but it would have been nice to have you there."

"How did I get so lucky with you?" He says, looking up at you with such intensity that it makes a fire rumble in your belly. His free hand came up to cradle your jaw as he pulled you in to another kiss, your eyes fluttering closed as you got lost in the kiss, all your senses muting as you focused entirely on Fred.

You both pulled apart quickly when you heard a sudden rattle of pots from inside the burrow, realising that someone was awake. You gave each other a shy little smile and shared a laugh at how the situation had transpired, suddenly reminded that you still couldn't openly show off your relationship until you'd chosen one of the brothers.

"Oh," Molly says as she steps out into the garden, the front of her hair still up in rollers, "I didn't think any of you would be awake yet," she smiles, messing with her hair, showing that she was a little embarrassed at being caught with her rollers in.

"We didn't want to wake Fred," Fred said. You couldn't help but shoot a look at him in a mixture of amusement and confusion at his words. He'd apparently made a miraculous recovery from yesterday and was already up to mischief. You had to bite the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from laughing or smiling and giving the game away.

"That's nice of you dear," she smiles as she flicks her wand and water sprays out, allowing her to water the garden. "I do hope he's feeling better today," she says as she wanders back into the house, busying herself once again.

Once she had fully entered the kitchen, you turned to Fred with mockingly wide eyes and an open mouth at his actions as if you were surprised by his prank and he shot you a gorgeously smug smirk that you wanted to kiss off of his face straight away.

"I think we should be getting back to Fred," you sarcastically quipped, drinking the last of your tea and moving to stand from the bench. Fred suddenly reached out for your wrist, effectively stopping you as you turned to look at him questioningly. His eyes suddenly flickered around you both, checking that the coast was clear, before he launched himself at you, kissing you passionately one last time.

"George stop it!" You giggled, still playing along with his little game though you could anticipate his displeasure at you calling him by the wrong name. He let out a low growl at your words and attempted to pull you back towards him but you held your ground, managing to swerve his grabbing hand and winked at him as you walked through to the kitchen.

"Can I help with anything Molly?" You asked, placing your used mug in front of the kettle to make another brew. "You don't mind if I make another do you?"

"Of course not dear, I can do it," she says from the sink, immediately going into full mum mode.

"No, really it's okay, I can make it, would you like one?" You asked as you reached for the little canister of teabags.

She looked shocked for a moment and then briefly flustered as she admitted, "I don't think any of my children have ever offered to make me a cup of tea!"

You chuckle slightly as she enthusiastically nods, telling you that she takes two sugars, which you place into the mug you'd seen her use before with 'best mum' written on in bold pink letters.

"Can I adopt you?" She jokes, "or replace one of my lot, you'd make a lovely Weasley," she grins.

"Wouldn't she just," Fred suddenly says, smirking as he leans on the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest, watching your exchange with his mum. He has a wicked glint in his eye as he looks you up and down. Butterflies involuntarily erupted in your tummy at his words and his pointed expression, making you feel fluttery and giggly at the implication.

"Who'd make a lovely Weasley?" Ron says tiredly as he wanders into the kitchen, still yawning and looking like he'd been dragged through a hedge backwards.

"Y/n, she's making me a cup of tea!"

"Which one of us are you marrying then?" Ron jokes, barely even looking up at he walks directly over to the food, earning a scoff from you.

"Not you that's for sure," you joke earning a little scoff from the youngest male Weasley. "Bill probably."

You immediately cast your gaze over to Fred who looks instantly affronted by the notion, his eye twitching dangerously as you bat your eyelashes at him, feigning innocence.

"It's always bloody Bill," Ron mutters as he pours himself the biggest bowl of cereal you'd ever seen.

"Ronald!" Molly yells, reprimanding him for his language earning a mumbled, haphazard apology.

Your eyes never leave Fred who looks at you with a thunderous look in his eye. He nods his head towards the stairs, silently commanding you to meet him in his room and takes off up the stairs with no other words. If you didn't know Fred so well, you'd think that you had crossed a line and upset him, but the truth was that you'd only fuelled a constantly burning fire under his possessiveness and had taunted the dragon, as it were.

You quickly thanked Molly, handing her the cup of tea you'd made for her and quickly bolted up the stairs, taking your tea with you.

As you reached the top step of the second floor, your tea was magically lifted out of your hands and placed into the wooden banister. You frowned and spun around to see George sat on the bed, wand pointed in the direction of your tea. He manages to shoot you a wink before you're dragged into their bedroom by a ruffled Fred who slams the door behind you and pushes you back into it, towering over you.

"Bill eh?" He snarls, though it's more dominant than dangerous. "Two Weasley's aren't enough for you?" He immediately moves his lips to your neck and begins sucking marks into your skin, his teeth catching on your throat as he makes his point.

"You already have me and George, are you never satisfied, dirty girl?"

When you don't verbally reply, he suddenly pulls his mouth away and looks at you with the most intense gaze you'd ever seen him give.

"You need anyone else?" He asks, quirking one eyebrow at you.

You shake your head quickly, "no, no, just you and George."

"That's what I thought princess," he smirks before kissing you with all the force he could muster. The kiss leaves you breathless and a little shaky, thankful that his hand had never left your hip otherwise you'd have crumpled at his feet in a pile of mush.

"Whatd'ya say Georgie, think she's sorry?" He asks, turning his head just slightly in George's direction, though his eyes never leave yours.

"I'd say so Fred," George says.

"Hmmm," Fred smirks, before suddenly lurching forward and grabbing you, lifting you in his strong arms and then proceeds to throw you unceremoniously on the bed. You let out a little yelp at the sudden contact and once again when Fred jumps ontop of you, slowly crushing you.

"Say you're sorry sweetheart," he says with a laugh as his hands begin tickling your sides. You gasp for breath, giggles spilling out of you as you fight to pull away from his hands, desperate for him to stop.

"I'm sorry!" You shout whilst involuntarily laughing.

"What was that angel? Couldn't hear you," George says as he pins you down.

"Ahh I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" You shout louder, gasping and flailing wildly in both of their holds.

They immediately stop and chuckle at you, looking down at you with wicked grins.

Fred leans down and kisses you in way of a truce and you immediately deepen the kiss, hands raising up to his hair to pull him down closer on you as the kiss turns incredibly sensual. You're suddenly overwhelmed with desire for him and never want the kiss to end as he slips his tongue along your bottom lip before meeting with yours, your tongues dancing together in a sensual play.

He eventually pulls away with a little surprised look in his eye at your sudden move but you simply smile sweetly and reach for George. He smiles, realising what you want and shuffles forward to capture your lips in a sweet kiss. This time, you reach for his hand and entwine them as you kiss, feeling a strong desire to have them both around you.

"Why would I want anyone else?" You say dreamily, suddenly feeling like you'd drank a whole bottle of felix Felicis as you look at your two boyfriends.

A sombre mood shifts over you suddenly as you realise you have to go back to school later, having to hide your relationships even more. You loved being at the burrow because it meant you could at least pretend that you could be normal behind the closed door of their shared bedroom. There was no Lee blocking you, no school rules or restrictions on your time, just pure time to do whatever you pleased.

"Sickle for your thoughts?" George says, picking up on your little absentmindedness.

"Just don't want to go back that's all," you say with a little shrug. George offers a nod and a little sympathetic smile, knowing exactly how you feel whereas Fred sighs and reaches for a strand of your hair over your shoulder.

"We'll be back next week princess, got the whole week to ourselves, wonder what we can do with the time," he smirks as he moves the strand of hair and kissed the little sensitive patch of skin behind your ear.

"Keep it in your pants Fred," you warn jokingly, sensing a shift in his mood.

"Easy for you to say, I know you two fucked last night," he mumbles into your shoulder, pressing little kisses to your skin. His tone is even with a little hint of teasing but not jealous or angry as you expect it to be; he's merely pointing out the facts and the blatant inequality.

"George wasn't stupid enough to make himself ill," you retort earning a sarcastic glare from Fred.

He pouts for only a second before launching himself to lean over you again, "just means I get you all to myself next weekend," he smirks, "better be ready princess."

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cosmic-spider · 1 month

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The decision

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After the human left I looked at the paper she filled out. Seeing if anything they wrote down was off? It looked…fine. But to many thoughts went running around my mind.

What if she worked at the factory?

She could be a spy for the ones that were looking for.

No I can’t allow her to get into out town. We did so much to have this place. But, at the same time we are having a harder time with the outside world.The supply for stuff is getting thin with the shipment people getting suspecios of not seeing anyone.

Plus we do need some one to help out in the school especially the daycare. The Orphans also need to learn how to interact with people. Others of there own kind.

They may be able to be of help. They were nervous during the meeting, but that’s expected with the way things were done. But they were rather calm and nice to me in a sense. They even said goodbye to me and were very kind with Bobby Bearhug when they came in.

I continued to think of what to do. The was Bobby talked about them. It showed that they were as kind and gentle as they were here even bud they were a bit nervous and confused.

After a bit I called the them.

As I discuss the options of what to do with the human. They all gave their own opinions, so I’m saying to not let her in this thing it might be good for the orphans, and for others to know how to interact.

After a bit, we all agreed we will allow the human to be here. As long as one or two of us can keep an eye on them.

Some of them were still suspicious and said they want to keep a low profile and not interact with them so I love them too.

One in particular was very offputting by the decision, he leaned on the wall as we continue to talk about what we could do. He seem to be in his own head at the same time, listening into what we all said.

After a bit, I have decided where we would keep the human as well as what job offers they would be allowed.

I just hope that what I’m doing would cause any harm.

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Y/n pov

After a week I went back to the field with a few things to keep me occupied as I waited for Bobby.

I felt uneasy, as well as excited on what their leaders decision will be. I hope that they allowed me in since I was running out of money to pay for a another day at a hotel. I only had enough for about three more days, not including for food and for cleaning my clothes.

So I was getting into a rough situation at the moment.

After a bit, I heard a the sound of something off in the distance. It was muffled, but it was fine. It sounded almost like squeal.

I looked over where the sound was coming from inside was the force close by maybe a good five maybe 10 minute walk from the field.

I just had to go check what it was. When I eventually got to the edge of the for the squealing got louder, seem to be only a bit more father in.

Turn around look at the fields, checking to see if Bobby or anything else was close by. They close was clear. And then walk to the forest for a bit the son of the school and got louder it’s almost sounded like there was more than one thing making the sound.

After a bit, I didn’t saw some thing off in a few bushes moving around it looked to be…orange?

As I walked closer to what it was, I thought it was more color sticking out of the bush, purple blue, yellow, red.

When I eventually move the bushes over to see what it was, I looked down to see about 6 to 7 ….plushies?

It was strange they look to be regular kids toys plushies but they were alive?

When one of them notice me the others as well did, and most of them squealed and run away. Only leaving one of them that seem to be a plush orange and brownish gold dog plush.

As I got on my knees to take a better look at them, he gave me a small grow, trying to be intimidating.

Hey it’s OK buddy I’m not gonna hurt you. I just wanna see what’s wrong OK?

Looking over at the plush, I see that they seem to be tangled in a bit of thorns as well as pieces of their leg and lower body having cuts from the thorns.

I move my hand closer to it, but the dog plus just growled at me and backed away. Then a yelped in pain as it pulled on the thorns.

Hey hey it’s OK it’s OK I’m not gonna hurt you I want to help OK?

I move my hand closer to it.The plush only looked at me and fear closing his eyes, and turn its head, almost getting ready for an impact of some thing.

Grabbing bit of thorns, and pulling them out of the dog pleasure then pick it up by its little front arms seen the damage it had.

The dog plushy’s eyes opened up and confusion, and looked at me confused as they held it up to my eye level.

See, I told you I was gonna hurt you little guy. I haven’t looked over it’s lower half seeing that had a few cuts, and even a bit of stuff in coming out.

You’re pretty banged up little guy here let me just get my sewing kit.

I didn’t held him with one hand as a thin, looked into my purse and got my mini sewing kit always brought a long since I always got my clothing stuck on the door or some thing as well as over here in the field since it was always get a river something whenever I fell or played a little bit too rough with Bobby.

They took out the needle and a School, close of a color scheme to us plush fabric. The plush then looked at me scared, and turned away at the side of the needle.

Hey, it’s OK I’m not gonna do anything to you. I’m just gonna saw these little openings you have.

After a bit, I so close to feel openings that it had one on the side of it, still make another one on the top of its hind leg, where it connects to the body base. I finish sewing and cut it off the thread.

There are more than little guy. How do you feel?

The dog place looked at me confused, and looked down at the stitches. And then grow big smile then jumped out of my hands and onto me. It started to work and rub his head against my cheek and neck.

Well, they’re little guy almost gave me a freight. Well I’ll take this as a thank you.

The little dog then looked around, for I think the others. If not, I said, the other ones were gone as well so within got off of me and went off to a few wishes to the side, it looked at me for a few seconds before running off.

YYYYYYY/NNNNNNN!

Y/N ARE YOU HEAR.

WERE ARE YOU!!

Getting up I ran over to were Bobby was. Hey wear were you?

Sorry about that I saw a butterfly and sallowed it into the forest close by. I told her as I then gave her a hug. So what’s the news? What did he decided?

Well they will let you in but, you’ll be under watch for a bit. Since there going to be causes about you.

Ok I’m fine with that. I also finished out the packet he gave me. I then when to my page getting it out and handing it to Bobby.

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gale-gentlepenguin · 5 months

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Gale Analysis: Scott Pilgrim Takes Off: Taking Responsibility

So I get obsessed with things too late.

But that doesnt mean anything cause I will still type about it.

Scott Pilgrim Takes off takes place in another Universe.

Obviously, BUT so does the Other Timeline.

(Spoilers for those that haven't Seen Scott Pilgrim Takes off)

So in this timeline Scott "Loses" To Mathew Patel, and everything is shaken up because of it.

Ramona goes on a quest to find Scott because she realizes he isnt actually dead. During which it is revealed that Older Scott, from 14 years in the future kidnaps Scott to prevent him from getting together with Ramona, as while he was in a depressive state from his divorce (which wasn't a divorce but separation) took a Sarcastic Wallace Quip Literally.

According to Wallace it was like Scott's break up with Envy but 10x worse. To which even Young Scott agreed "Oh s*** thats bad"

Despite seeing Older Scott wallowing he still wants to be with Ramona. And thus Older Scott realized he is still Married Ramona. (I think its potential multiverse theory but its never explained so i guess it isnt) So he trains for 10 years and decides f*** it he will fight EVERYONE so that way it NEVER happens. And he has not only his own skills, but the skills of ALL of Ramona's exes. Becoming EVEN OLDER Scott. The 8TH Evil Ex

(Motherf***er looking Like Akuma mixed with an old hermit)

This Scott ended up becoming an Evil Ex. (An irony that is pointed out that Ramona has said in the comic and Movie to Scott at one point)

Now if anyone is familiar with the OG Comic, Scott goes through an internal crisis that lets him realize how much of an Asshole he is about not learning from his mistakes. A Scott from the main continuity would never have fallen into his previous failings like future Scott did, and Ramona of the main timeline also realized her hang ups and would likely have been more open communicating. Granted most of her hang up were because of Gideon's Glow manipulation. (Emotional weapon that messes with people including memories and stuff but thats too complicated).

But seeing this timeline and the one of the show, there is no Glow Manipulation, there is no Nega Scott, we know certain events happen like the canon timeline did in the Movie/Musical script. (How Lucas Loses, how Scott beat each ex, Ramona and Scott getting together). But there was no mention of Scott's emotional journey that helped Scott become a better person.

Older Scott never developed like the OG scott. He may have had a hiccup with Knives, but that is it. He gets the girl and stays married for 13 years. We never know what caused the need for separation, but Ramona leaves and Scott (who never learned his lessons) becomes bitter and heartbroken.

In the ending, Ramona realizes that her Constantly leaving the things she cares about seems to always be the Catalyst that results in people taking things poorly. Because she either leaves with no word or simply leaves because she wants to hurt them. Ramona realizes her shortcomings of being unable to say what she wants and communicate with people so that she could be understood. That she needed to accept her wants and feelings, to understand them THEN go into a relationship. This lets her see and own up to the Damage she's done and wanting to make amends on her side. Which allows her to fuse with her future self and become Super Ramona, sending Even Older Scott back in time and helping PRESENT Scott understand Ramona better and asking him to remind her when she starts getting distant.

And thats what all mediums of Scott Pilgrim have in common. The Main theme is Taking Responsibility and Understanding one's motives/Actions. And even if there were retcons and changes it still holds the Core of Scott Pilgrim. People can do s*** things but as long as they work to change and be better there is always hope, but we need to own up to our s***.

This Universe is different because its Ramona working through her issues instead of Scott working through his. Maybe this version of Scott after seeing what happened to his future self was able to Re-evaluate his life (also seeing what Ramona and the others were doing when he was gone that helps him not want to become the Buff evil ex he could be.)

Now there are a lot of things that were cut for these 8 episodes... but with the last episodes ending it could leave things open to a season 2, maybe the Glow gets reintroduced, maybe nega Ramona might appear (cause why not)

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widowbitessting · 2 years

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Sugar Mommies Pt.13

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The elevator ride up by yourself isn’t nearly as fun.

In fact, it dawns on you just how high up you are.

All you can do is silently watch as you rise higher and higher above the city; where you’re able to look down upon each house roof, where people are starting to resemble ants than they do human beings, where you’re sure if the elevator was to dump you out, you’d become an unrecognisable blob of goo and blood and it would take coroners months - if not years - to figure out who you were.

You grip the handle bar tighter, knuckles turning white and you decide that facing the view this time around is definitely not that way to approach this.

Christ.

Why did you have to be spontaneous?

You were supposed to be waiting for them to pick you up at 1 but after re-reading Nat’s text, you thought you’d surprise at least one of them in the morning.

Which, isn’t going to be much of a surprise seeing as they had to buzz you into their elevator.

Stupid rich women.

The doors ping open and it’s Wanda who greets you.

Wanda, dressed in an oversized jumper - that hangs way too long over her hands - and a pair of leggings. Her hair is up in a high ponytail and all the worries of being so high above the ground are quick to leave your head.

“Wow.”

“Hi to you too.” She grins. She holds out her sleeve covered hand. “Are you coming in or are you just planning to ride the elevator up and down all day for thrills?”

You are quick to bolt from the hell box.

And go straight into Wanda’s arms, where she is fast to wrap her arms around you.

Holding you close.

“This was a pleasant surprise.” She sighs. “Natasha and Carol are out in meetings all morning.”

“Good thing I decided to come round then, isn’t it.” You pull away just enough so you can see Wanda’s face. “I have something. For you. All of you, really.”

“Oh?”

You pull the Do’s and Don’ts from your bag and can only watch as Wanda’s eyes light up.

“You read it?”

“Read it. Reread it. Googled stuff. Rang Carol. And…signed it at the bottom too…”

“Really?!”

“Yup.”

Wanda kisses you then, hungrily. It’s consuming. Dominating.

You drop the paper work carelessly on the floor.

Your feet stumble back as she pushes you forward and you clumsily stumble over your own feet until you’re slamming into the handrail of the elevator.

Hard.

You let out a pained gasp and Wanda pulls back to check you.

“Sorry, I thought the doors would have shut by now.”

“It’s fine, I just didn’t expect to be taken out by a handrail to the lower back.” You lick your lips. “It’s fine.”

You pull her back down and kiss her again, smirking when you hear the familiar ding as the doors finally shut.

Of course.

The thought of being so high up now?

It doesn’t even faze you.

Not when you have Wanda sucking on your tongue and her hands are groping your ass.

Oh my God.

“I fucking missed you.”

“How come you can swear?” You ask breathlessly as your hands grasp the back of her neck.

“‘Cos I’m allowed, detka.”

“Yeah?” You ask, smirking. “And what if I do swear? What’s gonna happen?”

Wanda steals another kiss and pulls back with your bottom lip trapped in her teeth.

When she lets go, you can barely see the green in her eyes.

“Try and find out. I dare you. I really do.”

You playfully tap your chin, pretending to think, causing Wanda to let out a dark chuckle.

“I don’t think I’m that fucking stupid.”

Wanda moans - actually moans - and her hand wraps around your neck, dragging you impossibly closer.

“Is spanking on your hard limits, baby?”

“No.”

“Excellent.”

Wanda spins you around quickly, so you’re facing out the window with her arm draped snugly around your neck.

Her body moulds into your back.

“You know your safe words?”

Wanda’s teeth graze your earlobe.

“Y-yes.”

“Tell me them.”

“Green is for good, yellow is slow down and r-red is for stop.”

“That’s a good girl. Too bad you have a filthy mouth, baby.”

You can’t help but mewl as she bites down on your throat.

“Because we’re still showing you the ropes, how does 5 sound?”

You nod, heart thrumming in your chest.

Her free hand finds your hair and she pulls.

Your head falls back easily, resting slightly on Wanda’s shoulder.

“Use your words.”

“Yes.”

“Mommy. When we’re alone and you’re either being punished or rewarded; you will call me mommy; yes?”

“Yes,” You swallow thickly. “Mommy.”

Wanda moans again.

“That sounds amazing coming from your lips.” She murmurs. “You’re such a good girl.”

Wanda lets your hair go and her free hand now slides down until she grips one of your ass cheeks.

“Count.”

The first one takes you by complete shock and you let out a small yelp as her hand smacks down hard on your ass.

But you don’t forget your rules.

“O-one.” You swallow again.

The second spank reverberates around the elevator making you blush.

Your eyes shut as you let out a gasp, wincing slightly at the sting.

“Two.”

It’s the third one that has you outright moan and Wanda nearly fucks you right there and then.

“Does my sweet girl like this?”

She gropes your ass again, jiggling it slightly with an awed expression.

“What will Natty and Car say when they find out, hmm? That our innocent little thing likes to be spanked.”

You’re really finding it hard to form words right now.

Like, really hard.

“Count, detka.” She softly reminds you, pecking your cheek.

“Three.” You whisper.

“Colour?”

“Green.” You reply almost instantly. “So green.”

“Good girl.”

The fourth spank jolts you forward and you find your thighs clenching.

You’re breathing heavy, eyes quickly opening and when you look back out the window, it’s Wanda’s reflection you settle on.

“Four…mommy.”

The last one happens quickly, nothing more than a mere tap as Wanda is far too occupied with spinning you back around again to kiss you.

She’s like a woman possessed.

Picking you up and dumping you on the handlebar so you have to cling to her more tightly so you don’t fall back.

She settles happily between your legs, holding the back of your neck so she can keep you just where you are.

Hungry lips devour yours and she gives you one final nip before moving to your jaw.

She then moves down to your neck where her teeth sink into the flesh there.

Hearing you moan, Wanda’s fingers tighten around your waist, urging her on.

“You’re so responsive.” She murmurs as she continues to mark your neck. “I can’t wait until Natasha and Carol get to witness this too.”

“Me either.” You moan again.

You wrap your legs around Wanda’s waist, trapping her between your legs.

“Yeah?” Wanda glances up at you. “You wanna be with all three of us?”

“Mhmm.” Your eyes roll back when Wanda licks her way back up your neck and latches onto your earlobe. “I want all of you.”

“Don’t worry, detka. They’ll be home soon.”

She moves back to your lips and kisses you deeply.

Wanda tastes of mint and a hint of coffee.

Her hair smells of coconut and when you weave your fingers through the strands of her ponytail, its silky soft.

So soft in fact you find yourself tangling your fingers in it.

Wanda pulls away to attack the other side of your neck.

You open your eyes and let out a gasp, body tightening around Wanda.

It only spurs her on.

You bite down on your own lip.

Eyes darkening.

A smirk forming on your lips as you stare ahead at the figures standing in front of you.

Natasha stares at you, hands clutching her laptop case tightly, a devious smile on her face.

While Carol’s jaw is lying on the ground.

Wanda resumes your kiss but this time, your eyes stay open and you stare at the other women as she slips her tongue into your mouth.

You feel oddly empowered and you drag your eyes from Natasha and Carol to give in fully to Wanda’s kiss.

Your only warning that Natasha and Carol have moved closer is when Wanda tenses between your legs.

There’s a brief moment where Wanda leaves your vicinity and is taken captive by Carol.

You want to whine at the feeling of her body leaving you.

But it isn’t long until her place is filled by Natasha.

A very amused and gleeful Natasha.

“This was a lovely surprise to come home too, baby.”

“Hello to you too.”

Natasha hums and takes your chin in her fingers.

“Imagine our surprise when our phones popped up with notifications,” Natasha murmurs, “and when we check the security cameras, there’s you….and Wanda…and you looked very happy to be getting spanked, baby. Wanna tell me what was happening there?”

You blush.

You glance at Wanda who is kneeling in front of Carol, smiling adoringly up at her.

Natasha drags your face to look back at her.

“Don’t look at her. Look at me, baby.” She says. “Tell me what happened.”

“I….er….”

Natasha lets out an amused laugh.

“Aww. Is baby shy around me and Carol?” Her grip on your chin tightens slightly. “Where’s that confident girl gone, hmmm?”

“I swore.”

“You swore?”

“On purpose…”

“On purpose?”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah?” Natasha tuts. “I’m actually jealous Wanda got to deliver your punishment. I’d have enjoyed that immensely. Have you apologised, baby?”

You cast another quick glance to Wanda who now stands besides Carol, a smile on her lips.

“No…? I was too distracted…”

Natasha casts a glance at Wanda before looking back at you.

“Clearly Wanda got far too excited with you, kotenok.”

Natasha leans forward to peck your lips.

“I don’t blame her.”

She moves from you in one fluid motion to get the elevator moving back up to their apartment.

Once it starts to go up, Natasha moves back to you and takes your face in her hands before kissing you deeply.

“Now apologise for being a brat and consider this small altercation finished.”

She shoves you towards Wanda and Carol and you all but stumble over your feet.

Again.

“Such a clumsy girl.” Carol whispers.

You look at Wanda and she’s practically vibrating on the spot.

“I’m sorry, W…” You blush. “Mommy.”

You look back at Natasha who is watching you.

“I’m sorry for swearing, daddy.”

Finally, you look at Carol.

“I’m sorry for swearing.” You say before adding, “captain.”

It’s Carol who surges forwards, scooping you into her arms before kissing you.

It’s powerful and you feel all the air in your lungs gets knocked out.

“Such a devious girl, kitten.”

In one fluid motion, she picks you up, earning a little squeal from you.

Making it so you have to wrap your thighs around her waist.

The elevator doors ping and open.

She turns with you still clinging on to her and huffs out in laughter.

Carol spots the forgotten paperwork on the ground.

“Someone grab that and bring it to the bedroom with us. I think we’ll be needing it.”

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kalims · 1 year

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hello ! may I request number 3, 7, 8 from the Christmas prompts for Floyd? thank you in advance <3

‎˃ ᵕ ˂ . . "YES YOU MAYYY"

prompts,

twisted holidays

ukiyo — to be fair you had no idea when winter arrives in twisted wonderland, it's cold so you just resort into snuggling to your lover out of nowhere.

serene — their gift is in their front door, catch is it's you wrapped around hazzardly in wrapper meant for presents. there's no better gift than you duh!

not so lonely — you returned to your world and it's a christmas they'd have to spend alone. well they thought that way till you showed up on their doorstep with a bouquet of flowers!

character. floyd

ukiyo

on a range from 1 to 10 his happiness would probably break the scale (as well as your spine probably from how hard he was hugging you) you're well aware of floyd's tendency to 'squeeze' people, more or less his favorite being you but it doesn't take off the suprise every time he does it.

^ well atleast when he just does it out of nowhere. usually? he's pretty easy to read whenever his actions point to a future squeeze.

the definition of: 😊 meanwhile you're: 😨 because what the fuck he's cold and you were trying to find warmth in him not even more cold!

he just hugs you tighter, giggling and stuff ignoring or just completely oblivious to you struggling in his arms trying to get away from his freezing skin.

"floyd please!"

"what's wrong shrimpy? i ain't done squeezing you yet."

"ITS COLD."

"deal with it." *proceeds to laugh at your pathetic attempt to get away.

sleep with both of your eyes open,, actually you will cause now floyd likes to invade your space and its no different during bed time.

you only allow him to sleep with you if he didn't kick away your blanket as well.

serene

"this is the best gift ever."

"careful floyd. you don't want to break your new present." jade grins, watching floyd practice haul your (still wrapped in.. wrapper..) self to his room.

congratulations. you've dug yourself an early grave and a wedding.

floyd is spouting all about how this is the best gift he likes the most and for some reason only let's you remove the ribbons and other stuff after he's finished practically displaying you to azul and bragging.

"so you didn't get a gift like this did you? figured."

"floyd get out."

asks you to give him the same gift next christmas and wont accept anything else if you refuse. he's like a child, huffing and looking away but you know you'll win the ignoring game cause he never lasts two hours.

yes he literally just picked you up, regardless of your size with his monstrous strength and carried (ran) over to his room like a child taking a gift under the tree and choosing to unwrap it in their room.

though you never seem to escape the endless remarks jade quips.

"hm. floyd liked your.. present during that time. he'd be quite disappointed with this.. picture."

"jade. it's a polaroid and can you please stop doing this?"

"doing what? 🙂"

not so lonely

looked pathetic ngl he was just staring at the aquarium of the dorm with a tiny little santa hat on his head (courtesy of jade who claimed he needed to have atleast a little spirit) didn't even want to answer the door but when jade called him he just begrudgingly walked over.

screamed your name (in happiness) so loud that he actually woke up azul. don't wonder why he walked out of the dorm looking disgruntled and rubbing his ass.

is insanely happy but I worry that he'll actually throw a fit like last time if you ever try to leave again. mc you're too cruel to just come back and leave again don't do this I'll be sad again 🥺 *grips you tightly* lowkey guilt tripping you tbh

like floyd loves the flowers but stuff but you're the real deal here and he might've actually cared about them more if you sent them through long distance or something.

wow hes so glad he wore the santa hat.

"we're matching! 🥰" he points to the hat on his head and then to yours unable to keep his arms away from basically encasing you whole.

you missed floyd and his hugs even if it might be a little crushing sometimes <3

#ㅤ◜◡◝ . . twisted holidays !#twst #twst x reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland scenarios #twisted wonderland headcanons #floyd leech #floyd x reader #floyd leech x reader #floyd #x reader

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fentitrbl · 10 months

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Hi, this is my first story on here, sort of, kind of nervous 😬

Tell Me You Love Me

Jasmine Brooks grew up in a home where love wasn't shown, she struggled throughout her life to love herself, but she never struggled with showing love and affection to those around her. Stumbling around trying to grasp the idea of adulting, she runs into a man at a local bookstore in her new found home of London where she falls way too quickly, way too fast yet again. Along the way she finds out things about the man she would go on to love unconditionally, that would change her perception of true love for the better.

“I don’t regret telling you how much I loved you.”

Word Count: 1,223

TRIGGER WARNING

(The word usage of drugs and borderline verbal abuse, manipulation and emotional neglection will be used)

Jasmine

July 3rd, 2018

Growing up, I never really liked being stuck in a household where the concept of generalized love and affection was swept under the rug. Seeing my parents interact caused us to behave, think and believe the way we did about love.

My stepdad wasn't exactly the nicest person to be around, the yelling and uncontrollable outbursts of anger that came from him made our household frozen with emotions. Anytime we tried to speak out against him, we were seen as disrespectful or in his eyes not worth his time. In other words, My brothers and I were worthless to him if we didn't cave into his dictatorship.

My mom on the other hand stayed quiet anytime there was conflict or tension, she of course would cave into his manipulation and would allow us to be belittled. I felt as though she too was afraid to speak out against him for fear of what outburst might occur. Now, I won't say there aren't times when we have fun and all get along. Of course, there were times when graduations, birthdays, and celebrations came around where the affection was made.

It seemed like the times of despair were greater than the times of happiness in our house when it came to emotional, and physical love and affection.

Sometimes, as children, all we ever wanted was for our parents to sit with us and comfort us when things went haywire, and support us when we were making decisions for ourselves. Not only that but we longed for a real lifetime movie family relationship but because our parents are so strict and headstrong the lovey-dovey stuff was the least of their concerns.

Thankfully, I taught myself the importance of love and educating myself on ways to self-love and love others. At least I think I understand the importance of love.

See at the age of 22 I still struggle with the concept. I have only ever had two relationships, one that I fell in too quickly and had the worst breakup of my life and the other was the healthiest relationship I had been in despite the drugs and borderline toxicity that he had going on in his own life. I unfortunately am a hopeless romantic and fall in love so fast I never see it coming until the flags start to raise.

Of course, I think we all want to find that someone but I have learned that it will take time and patience. Until then, I have decided to pack up my belongings from my family household and move away to another country where I now am a part-time nursing assistant in London.

I originally got the job by signing up online but for some reason since I'm a "foreigner" the process to get in was 10 times harder. Though I am grateful for the job, it has provided me with my now safe place which I call home.

I will say this has been the most alleviating move for me. Yes, I miss my brothers and my mom but I think this move was necessary to start a new life somewhere I had never been before, and somewhere to get away from the toxicity of my family that I want to leave behind.

London has been a breeze, the culture shock has hit me like a bus but I feel like it was worth it. Being here has made me feel so free and so careless about little things that used to bother me. Everyone and everything here has made my experience living here worth every penny, I am almost starting to feel like this is a forever home for m-

BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ

I snapped my neck up towards the buzzer near the door to my flat as it sounded off in the kitchen. Rubbing my neck in the area I abruptly snapped it in, I start to put my journal and pen down as I walk towards the buzzer confirm button after getting a notification on my phone that my food for dinner had arrived downstairs.

I've been ordering takeout because truly it's all I care for since I work long hours during the week. It was my Friday and I deserved a break from chicken and broccoli meal preps it was beginning to be too healthy for me.

As the food delivery was brought to my door I thanked the man and tipped him before closing my door and walking straight back to my seat on the couch to enjoy this takeout burger and fries that was dripping in grease. Watching some British sitcom, right as I bit into my burger I get a notification.

Text from: Lily

soooo are you down to go to this little cute cat-themed bookstore tomorrow? I really want to find a new romance book to lust over since the last book I read was literally a sob fest and not fun to read at all.. u don't have a choice I am picking you up tomorrow morning and we are going. Maybe we can find you a cute bookstore guy who wears totes and bucket hats like you. ;)

I chew up my food and wipe my hands with a clean napkin before replying, Lily is one of my best friends that I actually met through my job here in London. Without her, I would be lost and wouldn't even have the job I have today if I hadn't met her at the bus stop when I first got here.

Me: hell yeah I am down, I need some new books anyway, the last sci-fi romance book I got was pretty bad considering the characters were literally made from a lab???. I will have you know, I am refraining from cute, intelligent bookstore guys because we all know how I like a guy who can not only dress but reads.*

I get a response almost immediately after putting my phone down

Text from: Lily

I know how much you like those guys that's why tomorrow's mission isn't just to find books silly. I'll see you tomorrow pumpkin

I laugh lightly as I heart her message before I finish up my dinner and head into the bathroom for a warm bath before winding down for the night. After I get dressed in my pajamas and make sure my doors and windows are locked, I climb into my cold bed, finally resting my head on my extra firm pillow excited to start my weekend at an unknown cat bookstore that my friend is dying to take me to.

WHEW.. a journal entry?! I have never done that before but it was exciting to do. next update Jasmine and Lily are going to the bookstore... I wonder what they are going to find. Better yet who they are going to find?

STAY TUNED

I know she is short but its 9pm and I am sleepy LOL

Love u

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dark9896 · 1 year

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Libra Jr.+ Halloween Special

The Proud Libra Papas taking their kids out Trick or Treating

Klaus

He is adamant about going with, must protect his family

Makes sure they all have the costume they want, if that means matching then Klaus is matching his little ones

Won't hesitate to carry the treat bags (or the kids) if they get tired.

Damien takes his role as big brother very seriously, even when it's just protecting baby Evalyn while she's in a stroller

Most likely to dress like a bizarro version of the Addams family (all the different "classic" monsters)

One year, when Damien was in high-school, he dressed exactly like Klaus (because his father's clothes fit... just a smidge loose on him) and the two were nearly indistinguishable (RIP Zapp cause he tried to pick a fight with Damien thinking it was Klaus...)

Steven

Keeps a very close eye on everyone coming anywhere near his family no matter how many kids he has to protect

Tries a little to get the kids into specific costumes but folds fast when they ask about different costumes (poor Steven wanted to match so no one would try anything but the babies wanted different stuff)

Steven insisted on an outfit that would allow him to carry the kid's candy buckets when they get tired of doing so

Poor Steven melted the year Bella wanted to dress like a mini version of him... came home to help prep and baby Bella (about 5 or 6) asking him how to tie a tie while wearing a little suit similar to his

Phillip and Felix took the twin costumes to a new level by using "mirror" costume color schemes... basically both wearing the same costume just in different colors

Leo

High alert Leo and Sonic, cause Sonic got attached to the babies himself...

Regardless of his costume, Leo has a large backpack to help carry things when the kids get tired

Very good at making really unique costumes while using regular, cheap costume bases (might have bought the dollar store TMNT costumes... but with a little cardboard and paint, it looks really close to the cartoon)

Is second only to K.K. on how many pictures he's taken and while he might want to wear a family matching costume, it comes down to whether the kids want to

Abigail and Micheal broke him when they were 4... they wore a set of matching costumes exactly the same as he and Michella did when Michella was 4 and Leo was 7 (just cute little knight and princess costume broke the Leo...)

Joey legit broke Leo the first year Madeline was able to go Trick or Treating by being a literal Turtle Knight (reusing the shell of his costume the year prior and adding it to his knight costume)

There is a lot of reusing costumes and keeping parts as hand-me-downs (not that the kids mind, they can use this stuff however they want)

Zapp

He really worries about going out with his family, mostly that someone he's pissed off will try to target them later

He's still on high alert and refuses to let this fear keep him from protecting his family

If the kid's have met big half sister Valerie then they want her to tag along (Valerie would be maybe 8-10 years older than Adam... I think)

Zapp doesn't like the matching costume thing, but will give in cause his kids want to and won't leave him alone about it

Every time any of the kids have a costume that needs a sword, Zapp tries to give them a dried blood sword... (smack him with a frying pan, should stop him)

Lisa broke Zapp when she was 7... she wanted to dress up like a really cool (bad&ss) female character (let's say Anna Velarios from Van Hellsing 2008) and Zapp nearly broke his neck (and back and Leo's leg) to get her as close to that costume as he could get it

Duncan and Adam had the opposite effect because both wanted to dress like cute animals multiple years in a row until they were 6-8

Zed

Is keeping very close to the babies every year, refuses to leave his family anywhere except home

Is trying his best to get the costume pieces and make something unique out of the cheap costumes in the stores (is second best, arguably third behind Zapp but shhh)

Never had the childhood of going Trick or Treating, so doesn't have any reference for what is and isn't normal costumes...

Keeps a bag to help carry things when the kids get tired and eventually carries the kids

Coraline has a long string of costumes that get her teased by little girls outside her friend group for being too boyish, but Zed assures her that its perfectly fine as long as she's happy with what she's wearing

One year Cody doubles down on this and tries to wear a princess costume, but Coraline can tell he really doesn't want to

When Sophie was 3, the kids all decided to wear matching costumes of astronauts and made Zed laugh so hard he started trilling...

#blood blockade battlefront #bbb #kekkai sensen #kkss #klaus von reinherz #steven starphase #leonardo watch #zapp renfro #zed o'brien #flufftober2022

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christmic · 1 year

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Starts with: Gregorian Chants

When the prompts trickle in too slow for the rain to stop

Ends with:

Nurture a Covenant with God

When the prompts trickle in too slow for the rain to stop. The rain has been on again, off again. So I’m only allowing myself evenings for this whole exercise but did a morning one and now that night came need to go again real quick before more sight reading. Feels like I’m in trade school, the pressure is high to learn a bunch of piano books so that the students never catch up to me. And some of them could soon. Sight reading is so different from every other piano skill, it’s like I’ve spent weeks and am still not confident and a beginner. I can do it in my head but my fingers don’t cooperate. And then my fingers can do it easily but my eyes see blurred smudges on lines. Shoulda coulda woulda learned earlier. Shoulda could woulda never stared at the Sun. So today got a call from boss, thinking I was in trouble. No, you just have to learn We Are the Champions on guitar for band tonight. What a life! What a job! I love it.

So PDP and I are headed to an island for three days to camp. So I’m posting here for the lurkers as the only way to know I went missing. It’s cool the boat comes about every three days weather permitting so hopefully we get stuck out there for 40 days and 40 nights! My night vision binoculars record video and make everything look like a UFO. I have walkie talkies, a bible, a hammock, a recorder, and a guitar. I’m not sure if PDP will be able to make it sober, the vibe is he’s in the same boat but without the knock and is struggling with substances. His current life trajectory is his wife will leave him as soon as the kids are old enough and he’ll trade happiness for binging with the vets at Legion playing darts with Michelle. But destiny is not written in stone, the man can rise above and change his life plan. He shouts about how he’s all about truth but the hair trigger anger in his heart prevents the truth to be uttered by those closest to him. Yes there are extremely nefarious forces winning battle after battle in the world. Yes the dominant population is completely oblivious and on a local level participating in turning the world into a more evil place. But my favorite Bill Cooper quote again, and why he’s the top cheese in my burrito is “If you want to know what’s wrong with your country all you have to do is take one long hard look in the mirror”.

I like to do little checkins with The Lord throughout the day for figuring out what to do next. And the Lord is saying open the fields, what a friendship is could be more. You know my door is always open. You stubborn cat. Jesus. At this rate though the thought of a 10 year younger woman that puts the Lord first seems to be a trend out here. Though that doesn’t qualify as a carrot on the stick for the harder parts of my routine. Like this rabid 6 year old I have to teach for a whole hour but he’s Keith Moon + Jon Bonham + Jim Morrison on a bender trapped in a 6 year old’s body. Today I had to ask him who the teacher was because he was trying to tell me what to play. We have to jump to drums to piano to guitar to producing beats depending on the moment. Aha. It’s fun though it’s just hard to teach a 6 year old anything and the parents are the coolest they just like him getting exposed to stuff and are putting zero pressure on him.

Let’s not ban talking about ChatGPT but word in the sauna from my fav lifeguard Dioni is that the optimal swim is about 800-1000 yards, which is my SWEET spot thank God. Cause I’ve only been doing 500 like a bitch. but I was thinking I’m supposed to get up to 4 or 5k a day like when I was on the swim team. Just got to get 300 more in then focus on form and getting faster. Soul Fusion’s full of the most dedicated or frustrated moms who could kick my ass and over my head at the same time. Full volume club tunes and is hard AF. My sister’s has become the cool house where all the cool mom’s go. I tell them often I can’t wait to be a stay at home mom like them. You’ll think you’re having a heart attack at times. In Soul Fusion, that is. Fun stuff! S is preggers with her second and has blueberry bushes that haven’t needed water from the rain and are huge already. I’m going to steal her method once my greenhouse is built. I remember in the bible about if a tree yields no fruit, then cut it down. When was the last time she yielded fruit? Let me check in with the Lord. ‘Tone it down christMic’ okay. Recently when I nutted in her and refused to get plan b because she’s vaxxed and therefore infertile. Demon’s will do anything to feel right, and I’m genuinely sorry. What's recent is sometimes a long, long time ago.

Also I invented a new genre of music, instead of Bluegrass its called Greengrass and it sounds really awesome. It’s like Bluegrass instruments but all the songs are happy and uplifting, but not in an ignorant youthful way. Like Chad’s old lyrics from high school Bonjo and I would be in tears laughing singing them. They were so naive and innocent; stuff like ‘you and me we’re gonna make three and be happy’… You’d love to hear Greengrass sometime. I would too.

I shouldn’t talk about the bible without giving actual scripture because I have yet to read the entire thing.

Also why is Hotel California so popular? Because you can check in anytime you like, but you can never leave. Why is Stairway to heaven so popular? Because there’s a lady whose sure, all that glitters is gold. Please make these prompts one day.

I met Lightening Joe’s wife today and after getting picks and a tuner she took me upstairs to show me the studios and a dope graffiti bathroom her husband made. A living legend. But there was a social pho pa because I asked if I could take a picture of the 10 rock commandments painted on the wall and she said sure, her dad was really religious and wanted to take a picture of them too. I told her I’m really religious too and well was led back out on the pavement before I could say Love Everyone. I wish I told her I knew where she’s coming from about her silent obscure scars from religious family/people. I wish I told her I don’t like the word in the first place. But anyways that’s what happens, it’s funny how religious people have a worse rap than hobos in many nice parts of the country. And I understand how they feel. Now I’m scheduled to play keys for 1 rehearsal before the Easter service - probably on that $4k Nord I’d never be able to afford. That’s like 4 Siennas. It’s one of those churches where everything is top of the line, like the drum set has it’s own plastic room and everyone has fenders and ear peaces for levels and stuff. Fancy fancy, and I’m so blessed to be a part of it. The music is easy and you cannot deny how the holy spirit fills the room when we sing. The only number I feel a little hesitant about - and sad it’s one of their flagship songs and it goes something like “What can make me whole again? Nothing but the blood of Jesus” and the way it’s repeated and sounds it sounds like the whole group is saying they enjoy drinking Jesus’s blood in order to feel whole in like a kinda a dark and satanic way. But I’m sure there’s no one at church I can tell this too. Maybe the tongues dino’d understand, she’s seen some shit. Also the organizer wants me to download a scheduler app and I don’t have the heart to tell the fifth fellow Christian this month that I don’t use iOS or Android. It’s lonely at the top. JK Jesus is here in my heart and I’m all bottom of the creek with the salamanders anyways.

But I’m on island time soon in order to really focus on Nurturing a Covenant with God.

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realchemistry · 3 years

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Buck @ Eddie: “You’re my problem.” Also Buck @ Eddie: “You’re my problem and I’m gonna fix you.”

#911Edit #Buddie #BuddieEdit #Buck and Eddie #911 #911 FOX #Eddie Diaz #Evan Buckley #Ryan Guzman #Oliver Stark #realchemistry #Parallels #I was thinking about this a couple of days ago #and so I dusted off my Photoshop and this happened at last #I had to leave stuff out cause only 10 gifs allowed #but you get the gist of it #the guy who likes to fix things made Eddie HIS PROBLEM #AFTER TELLING HIM HE WAS HIS PROBLEM #I'm having a heart attack of some sort about it

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starks-hero · 3 years

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Right a Wrong

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: You, Sam and Bucky get to work repairing Sam’s family boat. Turns out the boat isn’t the only thing in need of fixing. But with help from you and Sam, Bucky figures some stuff out.

Word Count: 3,745

Warnings: a bit of a make-out session but not enough to be classed as smut, tfatws spoilers! 1x05

a/n: This is a direct result of watching episode 5 too many times. Spoilers below!

|| Part Two ||

Small waves lapped gently against the dock and the afternoon sun warmed your back as you worked on the old boat.

You were standing side by side with Bucky, crowbar in hand as you attempted to pry off the old metal cleats from the boats side, whilst he expertly pulled rusted pipes apart and threw them into a pile. As if on queue, one of the pipes on the opposite side of the ship burst, hissing and spurting out white clouds of steam. You marvelled at how quickly Bucky reacted, quickly crossing the deck and sealing the leak with an abrupt upward turn of the pipe with his metal arm.

"Where did you learn so much about fixing boats?" You teased, motioning to the now fixed pipe with your crowbar. Bucky dusted off his hands.

"I used to work on the docks in Brooklyn before the war." He shrugged, rolling up his sleeves to the elbow and taking a seat on a crate next to you. "I picked up a few things."

He furthered his point by leaning over and pulling at the cleat you'd been grappling with. It came away from where it was attached to the boat's side with ease in Buckys iron grip. He smirked as he tossed the scrap aside and you rolled your eyes.

"Show off."

Bucky chuckled, sitting back as Sam stepped onto the boat. He was carrying a crate in one hand and shook his head when he noticed Bucky's smirk and your dismissive smile.

"Alright, you two." He placed the crate down and pulled out two green bottles, throwing one to Bucky and handing you the other. "Beer break."

Sam took a seat across from you both and you sighed as you opened your beer, raising it up to Bucky.

His annoyance was discredited by the fond smile that broke through his expression as he begrudgingly clinked his bottle with yours. You reached over and did the same with Sam as the three of you relaxed under the heat of the Louisiana sun.

"It's starting to look good," you noted as you glanced around the boat and Sam smiled.

"Yeah, it's coming together." He took a swig of his beer. "You know, Sarah and I were talking." He started and both you and Bucky glanced up at him. "And we could use the help. Don't suppose you two would consider staying around a while? Just till we get a lead on Karli."

The offer caused a noticeable smile to pull at your lips whilst Bucky shifted beside you at Sam's words. His agitation grew and he stood.

"I've got my plane to catch tomorrow, a hotel room for the night," he said, raising his bottle to his lips to hide his doubt. He really didn't have that much of a plan beyond that.

"You're just gonna set me up like that, huh?" Sam asked and Bucky shrugged.

"Well, I don't want to make it weird for your family."

"Just stay here," Sam said and you couldn't help but nod subconsciously. The truth was you really didn't really want to leave. There was something about staying with the Wilson's and spending the day fixing up an old run-down family boat that made everything seem so normal. It gave you a sense of home, a sense of normality that you hadn't had in a long time. For a while, it even made you forget about the flag smashers, Walker, all of it. It was a much-needed break.

"The people in this town are the most welcoming in the world. They don't care if you wear small t-shirts or if you've got six toes or if your mom is your aunt-"

You laughed and Bucky barely hid a chuckle behind a huff of breath and a bright smile.

"Okay, I get it. The people are nice."

You placed your bottle aside and turned to Sam.

"You're sure Sarah doesn't mind?" you asked and Sam's smile only widened.

"She's the one that offered."

Grinning, you sat back and nodded. "Then I don't see why not."

"See?" Sam pointed to you and then Bucky. "Just stay, man."

Bucky shuffled his feet for a moment before finally answering with a begrudging, "Okay. Alright." He didn't say anything else as he turned and walked down the boat.

"He'll come around. He probably just wants his space." You said, picking up your beer. Sam nodded, taking a swig of his own drink.

"I hope you're right."

You woke up feeling more refreshed than you had in a while. Your hands and back hurt slightly from the tiring work on the boat, but it was a dull ache compared to the constant throbbing that came after a mission. Your cheeks were warm, surely as a result of the hours spent out in the sun the day before.

Both you and Bucky stayed the night. Sarah had offered you the spare room and after a solid fifteen minutes of bickering, you finally conceded to Bucky and agreed to sleep in the guest bed. He took the couch.

The sun was just beginning to rise up over the water when you and Bucky both headed back out to the boat. Sam joined you not long after. You worked until mid-afternoon, reluctantly taking short breaks. You fell into a quick rhythm as you worked around the boat. Surprisingly, the three of you seemed to make a pretty decent team off of the battlefield.

"Hey, can you pass me a 12-300?" Sam asked from under the boat's control panel. Bucky reached into the toolbox and placed the wrench in Sam's outstretched hand. A few seconds later Sam was rolling out from under the controls and glaring disapprovingly at Bucky.

"What?"

"I asked for a 12-300," Sam stated plainly. "This is a 10-250."

"No, it's not." Bucky bit back.

"Yes, it is."

"No, it's not!"

"Hey, geniuses." You cut their bickering short as both men turned to look at you. You held up the grease-slick wrench that had been misplaced and tossed it to Sam. "You left it below deck when you were working on the engine."

Sam muttered a quiet 'thanks' as he got back to work. Silence settled over the three of you for a few minutes until Sam decided it was getting awkward.

"So, are you still planning on leaving tonight?" He asked from under the station and Bucky nodded, before realising Sam couldn't see him.

"Yeah," he said loud enough for Sam to hear. "I'll be out of your way soon."

You could hear Sam's sigh from beneath you as he clambered back to his feet and stood between you and the super-soldier leaning against the wall of the cabin.

"Well, there's no hurry."

Sam didn't say anything else as he cleaned the oil and grease from his hands with a cloth and stepped off the boat. Bucky sighed and let his head fall back behind him.

"Go," you ordered plainly and he looked up at you.

"What?"

"Go," you said again, nodding your head towards where Sam was walking away. "You both need to talk. Bucky, whatever you're not saying, it's getting to you. So go talk to him."

Bucky hesitated, chewing on the inside of his cheek. He glared at nothing in particular but his gaze softened when it found you and he muttered a quiet, 'fine.' You stepped aside as he made his way past you and stepped up onto the dock, heading after Sam.

"And don't be a smart ass!" You called after him. He didn't reply, but you could only hope that Sam and Bucky's conversation would be somewhat constructive.

"Nice shot!" You retrieved the football from the back of the goal as Cass, Sam's eldest nephew, celebrated his score.

Once Sam and Bucky had left the boat, you had headed back to the house, helping Sarah with any errands or chores, doing anything you could to help out. Sam and Bucky had been gone a little over an hour and you didn't know if that meant their talk was going very well or very not. You'd been sitting rather uselessly on the couch, waiting in anticipation, when Sam's nephews had invited you to play a game of football. And how could you refuse?

You tossed the ball back to the boys who eagerly pounced at it. You were stood in the small goal, allowing both boys to take as many shots as they wanted. AJ stepped forward and kicked the ball, groaning when it flew off to the left, a few meters away from where you were standing and missed the net entirely. He glanced down at the ground, disheartened.

“Hey, it's alright, AJ.” You smiled as you ran to grab the ball and passed it back to him. “Come on, try again.”

With encouragement from his brother, he took the shot and this time the ball planted itself in the top corner of the goal. Both boys cheered as they celebrated and you smiled. You dusted yourself off, your knees and hands covered in dust from the football game as you turned to head back inside the house. Both boys protested as you left but you promised them you'd be back. The more time you spent with AJ, Cass, Sam and Sarah, the more you didn't want to leave. There was something about staying with the Wilson's that made you feel content. It was homely and offered a sense of normality that the last few weeks had caused you to miss.

You entered the kitchen and poured yourself a glass of water. Sarah had told you over and over again to help yourself to anything in the kitchen. You leaned against the counter, glass in hand and just basked in the feeling of not having to worry about donning a suit and risking your life at a moments notice. It was something you could get used to.

“That was adorable.”

Your head snapped up at the sound of a voice and you found Bucky joining you in the kitchen. He was smirking fondly.

“You and the boys.”

You chuckled softly and shrugged. “They're sweet kids.”

Bucky nodded, pulling a glass of his own from the shelf and filling it with water from the tap. It furthered the sense of domesticity that you were really starting to love. He took a seat at the table across from you.

“So,” you started as you placed your own glass aside. “How did it go? You and Sam.”

Bucky chuckled and you couldn't tell if it was sarcastic or genuine, but something about the grin that lingered on his lips had you banking on the latter.

‘‘Not bad,” he admitted eventually with a shrug. He hesitated for a moment before continuing. “We talked. He said if I'm going to fix anything, if I'm going to get what's left of him out of my mind.” Bucky subconsciously ran his hand across his temple. “I'm going to have to put in the work. Help the people I wronged instead of just saying sorry.”

You nodded, silently making a note to thank Sam later on. He always had a way with words, he could always get through to people. That's why he was given the shield.

“He's got a point.”

Bucky scoffed and hung his head at your words. “I should have known you'd be on his side.” There was no hostility in his words. He just sounded amused, and maybe a little tired.

“I don't think this comes down to whose side I'm on, Bucky. We both want what's best for you.” You answered honestly and Bucky glimpsed up at you. He anxiously toyed with his hands as you spoke, looking vulnerable, and slightly lost despite how hard he tried to hide it. You knew Sam had already spoken to him, but it couldn't hurt for you to say something as well.

“Look Bucky, telling yourself that you're okay and that everything that happened doesn't matter anymore because you've made 'amends' isn't going to help.”

He sighed, shuffling his feet against the tiles of the kitchen floor. “I know,” he admitted quietly.

“And I know you're probably tired of hearing this but, you're not him anymore, Bucky. You're not the winter soldier. Everything you did whilst you were him wasn't your choice. Just because you remember it doesn't mean that it was your fault. It's not your responsibility to fix it.”

Bucky sighed but didn't interrupt. He was listening. This wasn't like the therapist that he was forced to sit in front of and lie to every other week. This was someone he trusted, someone whose words he valued. Someone he honestly believed could help. He sighed but nodded to show that he was still listening.

“I think Sam’s right,” you said. “It might not be your responsibility to fix everything that went wrong but trying could help. It could give you that closure that you keep chasing after. You need to let go, Bucky. You need to forgive yourself. Maybe you just need the people who are hurting to forgive you first. Then you can learn how to do the same.”

Bucky's expression was unreadable. So many emotions flashed across his eyes you found it difficult to pinpoint just one.

“How do I start?” he asked quietly. It just seemed impossible. There were so many people he'd hurt, so many people he'd wronged. He'd left children as orphans, wives as widows and parents childless. How could he possibly start trying to fix or make all those people feel in any way better?

You smiled softly at his question. “Small. One at a time,” you said simply. “Then just keep putting one in front of the other.”

Bucky considered your words, glancing down at his hands as he thought. Before long, a small smirk pulled at his lips.

“I can't decide who'd make a better therapist. You or Sam,” he joked and you laughed, shaking your head dismissively.

“Well, Sam did council veterans so I think he takes that title.”

“I'd say it's pretty tied,” Bucky said, walking across the kitchen and standing next to you as he washed his glass, drying it off and placing it back on the shelf. The room fell into a comfortable silence.

“Thank you, Y/N.” He said after a moment, his tone sincere and his expression genuine as he looked at you. You nodded, gently placing your hand against his shoulder.

“Don't mention it. You know I'm always here if you need to talk.”

The sound of a football colliding with the wall dangerously close to the window followed by two voice's loudly shouting, 'sorry!' in unison drew a quaint laugh from you both.

“Duty calls.” You grinned, patting Bucky on the back as you passed him. “Team Wilson is missing its goalkeeper.”

Bucky chuckled, watching you go. You crossed the kitchen but his voice stopped you just as your hand reached the doors handle.

“Y/N?”

You turned back around to face him and couldn't help but notice that he seemed a little more apprehensive than he had before.

“Yeah?”

He exhaled slowly, willing himself to tell you what was on his mind.

“I was just thinking things over and you know, I’m leaving today,” he hesitated slightly before glancing up at you. “And I guess I was wondering if you’d come with me?”

Your hand slipped from where it was still holding the brass handle of the door. You tilted your head as your mind fully processed his question. The shock must have been evident in your expression as Bucky rushed to continue.

“I know you're planning on staying here and I get why.” He pulled a tattered red book from his pocket which you immediately recognized as Steve’s. He began absentmindedly turning the pages, running his fingers over the paper. “I want to try and start fixing things, making things right. But truth is I have no idea where to start. I thought that maybe you could help me with that?”

“I thought you wanted your space," you admitted after a moment.

“No.” He shook his head. “That's the last thing I want.”

You thought it over, resting your back against the door. Bucky trusted you, evidently a lot more than you thought he did. Not only was he comfortable enough telling you how he felt and admitting he didn't know what to do next. But he also wanted you with him. It was clear he was holding back, not wanting to overwhelm you by admitting just how badly he wanted you to go with him. But the way he eagerly watched you as he waited patiently for your answer was a dead give away.

You wanted to help Bucky, you wanted to be there for him. If that meant helping him right his wrongs and staying with him during that trying time, at least until Sam got a lead on Karli and the Flag Smashers, then you were more than happy to comply.

“You're sure about this?” you asked and Bucky pushed off the counter and crossed the room, stopping just in front of you.

“Absolutely.” His voice dropped down to a hushed whisper. “Come with me.” His hand gently caught your wrist, his fingers running up your arm. His face was inches from yours now, your breaths mingling. “Please?”

His lips pressed to yours before you could answer and you immediately kissed back. Your hand fell against his shoulder, the other laying gently against the nape of his neck. He groaned quietly against you, his arms finding your waist as he gently guided you backwards till your back met the wall. He pressed into you, his hands roaming up your body and you moaned as he deepened the kiss.

“Yes.” You answered when he pulled away slightly and he smiled against you, relieved. Neither of you said anything else as Bucky sighed and pulled you closer, his thigh slipping between your legs as he pinned you to the wall.

God, he'd wanted to do this for so long. Wanted to kiss you, to feel you against him. He wanted you. Your hand slipped into his hair and you pulled him closer, smirking against him. You'd wanted this just as bad. And you both only had your own stubbornness to blame for taking so damn long. It didn't matter now though. Not as he gently bit down on your lower lip and you slipped your hand under his shirt and felt up his chest. It all felt so natural, so right.

“Ten minutes.”

Both your eyes flew open at the all too familiar voice, Bucky pulling away from you so quickly he only barely avoided falling over a nearby chair.

“I left you two alone to talk for ten minutes,” Sam repeated from where he was standing on the other side of the room, his arms crossed. You tried to subtly smoothen out your clothes whilst Bucky ran his hand through his tangled hair.

“We were,” Bucky said, clearing his throat. “We were talking. We...talked.”

Sam nodded, entirely unconvinced, and smirked. He reclined against the counter, showing no sign of leaving anytime soon. A painfully awkward silence settled over the kitchen as Sam continued to shift his knowing stare from you to Bucky.

The humiliation of the entire situation seemed to get to Bucky first as he clasped his hands together after less than a minute.

“You know, what? I'm leaving in a few hours and I've got to pack so I better just go-” Bucky rambled as he shot you a subtle apologetic look before turning to Sam, who was nodding along in faux agreement to his pathetic attempt of an excuse.

Bucky quickly crossed the kitchen, Sam harshly patting him on the back as he passed him and left the room. Leaving just you and Sam alone. You turned to your friend and found that he was still grinning at you with that same mischievous look in his eyes. You felt like a deer in headlights. In an attempt to act as though Sam hadn't just walked in on you and Bucky making out, you tried making normal conversation.

“Sam, there was actually something I wanted to tell you. I know I said I was going to stay for a while but I guess there's been a change of plan. I-”

“I know.” He cut you off and his smile only widened when you looked at him in utter confusion. “You honestly think he would have asked you to go with him if I didn't tell him to get his shit together first?”

Your confusion slowly melted away and was replaced with a look of disbelief. You laughed despite yourself. You should have known Sam had something to do with it. ‘‘How long have you been playing cupid?” you asked jokingly and Sam chuckled.

“He needs you, Y/N. More than he wants to admit,” Sam said, tone now more serious than before. “Things will be fine here, I'll call you as soon as Torres finds us something to work with. But right now, he needs your help before that hole he's stuck in gets too deep for him to climb out of.”

You sighed as the weight of Sam's words set in. He was right, Bucky really did need you. That wasn't a responsibility you could afford to take lightly. Not that you planned to.

“Thanks, Sam,” you said genuinely and Sam smirked as he crossed the room and pulled you into a hug. He could tell you needed it.

“Anytime.” He pulled away and offered you a warning glare. “But I swear, if you two making out the minute I turn my back becomes a regular thing I'm going to kick both your asses.”

“Got it,” you nodded, barely stifling a laugh.

Sam's scowl melted into a smile and he motioned towards the stairs. “Go on, get your things together. You've got a plane to catch in a few hours.”

You smiled and headed upstairs after Bucky. Sam leaned against the counter with his arms crossed and a satisfied smile. Getting you two together had taken more work than he'd thought. But he knew it would be worth it, you both needed each other. Whether you were willing to admit it or not. And Sam was confident that if there was anyone that could help Bucky and offer him that sense of home and peace that he was so desperately craving, it was you.

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After All (Part 11/?)

Pairing: Riff X OC Jet Girl

Warnings: Explicit Language, Racism, Violence

Summary: After all, if you really want to get out of the neighborhood, you marry up.

Word Count: 9800 ish.

DISCLAIMER

Please note that this is a reimagining of the film West Side Story (2021) and as a result is slightly AU.

Masterlist /// Part 1 /// Part 10 /// Part 11 /// Part 12

A/N: A day will come when I cut back on the length of chapters. But it is not this day. Thank you all for the support. It means a lot to know that you guys like this as much as I have liked writing it. Just a note, in this house we stan Tony (who has had a come-to-Jesus moment) but not necessarily Ansel Elgort. As such, imagine Tony as whoever you want. Also, I may write a short something for Baby John at some point, it’s been too fun and easy. There’s a lot of plot in this chapter since I wanted to get to some good stuff in the next one. I hope I’m not discouraging anyone with the recent chapter lengths. Take as much time as you need to read this. I hope you all enjoy and have a good rest of the weekend! :)

Part 11: Inevitable

It wasn’t long after Roxie had left him standing alone in his bedroom that Riff reached the conclusion that he needed to make things right.

He spent the rest of the evening with Grazi, as they had planned. She didn’t stay over though, and bid him goodbye just before midnight with nothing more than a kiss on the cheek. She had probably noticed his mind was elsewhere. He didn’t exactly hide the fact that he was upset. If he had, Grazi would’ve seen through his facade, anyways.

Later, Riff laid in his bed alone, looking up at the cracking ceiling. Though he tried desperately to focus on the sounds of distant traffic leaking through the cracked window beside his bed, all he could hear was his own screaming thoughts.

He knew Roxie was jealous of Grazi. He didn’t know the exact reason why, regardless of what he told Roxie, but he was sure of it.

And fine, fine. Maybe he was a little jealous of Michael, too. So what?

… But why?

Riff had spoken his mind when he told Roxie that Michael was a stiff. The guy looked like he hadn’t had a genuine laugh since he was in diapers. And why did he insist on dressing that way? He should’ve counted his lucky stars that he hadn’t been mugged for his clothes yet.

Riff self-indulged in a few thoughts that turned a bit dark as he entertained the idea of staging a stick up. Action wouldn’t ask any questions. A-Rab was always up for causing some trouble. Baby John was still eager to prove himself; he’d make a dedicated lookout.

No, no, no.

As much as Riff enjoyed the thought of giving Michael a good scare, it wasn’t worth the effort. Not to mention that Michael most likely wouldn't hesitate to report Riff to the cops, even if he was Roxie’s friend.

What did she see in Michael, anyways? Riff couldn’t imagine that Roxie wasn’t bored by him.

She deserved someone fun, someone who knew how to let loose. She deserved someone who was patient enough to get to know her. It’d take some time- Riff knew from experience- but it was so very worth it.

Riff wasn’t sure how long they had been seeing each other, but he feared it was only a matter of time before Michael realized what a catch Roxie was and popped the question. Would she really marry someone like him? And if he came from money, which Riff was all but certain he did, Roxie wouldn’t even need to work.

She needed a job of her own. She wouldn’t be content with sitting at home all day being a housewife and allowing her husband to be the only breadwinner. Not his Roxie.

…

Except she wasn’t his.

Then it hit him.

Riff wasn’t jealous of Michael. Maybe it bothered him that Michael could offer Roxie everything he couldn’t.

She wouldn’t even need to go back to school. If they got married, Roxie would leave the West Side again. Michael would be her rich husband. They’d have a fancy house with a white picket fence. They’d have kids. Riff could only hope they’d look more like Roxie than Michael.

If Roxie was willing to make all those personal sacrifices to be with Michael, no matter how much Riff detested him, he couldn’t stand in her way.

Riff had to make things right with Roxie. He had to see her again. He had to start walking her home again. He had to take every opportunity he had to spend time with her while he still could, before the inevitable happened.

He was done making decisions for her. It was high time he supported the ones she made for herself.

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Though she had been feeling miserable, Roxie was given a bit of relief the following day as the thought of meeting up with Tony later gave her something to legitimately smile about.

She was in the process of doing laundry in the basement of her apartment building. The memories of the argument she had with Riff temporarily fled from her thoughts. She hummed a tune she made up along the way and shut the washing machine door with a clunk.

“You moved in on the sixth floor with Betty, right?”

Roxie turned to look at the woman a few machines down who was in the process of putting her freshly cleaned but soaked articles of clothing into the basket at her feet. Neither had spoken a word to each other yet, and Roxie had been so lost in her thoughts she had almost forgotten she wasn’t alone in the basement.

“Yes. My name’s Roxie.”

“Helen,” the woman introduced herself, shortly and sweetly. “You won the lottery with that apartment, you know.”

“I suppose it’s not too bad, considering the rent,” Roxie responded carefully before reaching down to pick up the empty basket at her feet off the concrete floor.

“No, not that!” Helen said, throwing more of her clothes into her own basket. “I tried to get the landlord to let me switch from my unit to yours, but by the time I spoke to him, you’d already gotten to him first.”

“I’m… sorry?”

“Don’t worry about it,” Helen replied. “With any luck, I’ll get another chance soon enough.”

At this point, Roxie was thoroughly confused. She had no plans of moving out of the apartment any time soon, and to her knowledge, Betty didn’t either.

When Helen finally finished removing all of her clothes from the machine, she looked over at Roxie, who’s confusion must have been evident on her face. “Wait… you don’t know?”

“... No?” Roxie posed the statement as a question as she began feeling a bit nervous.

“They say that apartment’s lucky,” Helen told her matter of factly as she reached down to pick up her basket that was now filled with her clean clothes.

Although Helen’s explanation was seemingly enough for her, Roxie was still left a bit dumbfounded. “Lucky how?” she asked.

“Everyone who goes through that apartment gets their one way ticket out of this neighborhood in six months, if that.”

Roxie opened her mouth to respond before shutting it quickly. Surely Helen was not referring to that. The neighborhood was changing, but had it really gotten that dangerous? “So when the landlord told me that Betty’s last roommate ‘up and left’... she actually died?”

Helen burst into a fit of laughter. “God, no!” she replied once she had calmed down a bit. “She got engaged!”

Roxie let out a small sigh of relief.

“Her and the fella are married now. He’s a lawyer. Say what you want about ‘em, but he’s stinkin’ rich. They live in a townhouse on the Upper East Side,” Helen said. “Betty told me she’s been seeing a doctor lately. I just want to know where they’re finding these catches. Leave some for the rest of us, right?”

Due to her latest absences at their apartment for several reasons, Roxie failed to realize that Betty had been seeing someone. Good for her. She deserves it.

“What about you?” Helen asked Roxie then. “Are you seeing someone?”

Roxie wasn’t quite sure how to respond to the question. She also wasn’t sure if it was wise to divulge details of her personal life to this woman she’d just met, no matter how nice she seemed. “Not really.”

“Well, put your chin up,” Helen advised her with a smile. “It’ll only be a matter of time. When you get the chance, take it. After all, if you really want to get out of the neighborhood, you marry up.”

“How romantic,” Roxie commented plainly.

“You can frown upon it all you want,” Helen said, noting Roxie’s slight disdain. “Soon enough you’ll come around to the idea; it’s the only chance girls like us have around here anymore. Before long, the landlord will sell this building to the highest bidder and we’ll all get evicted. And I don’t know about you, but I’d rather marry the first decent man who offers and live comfortably in a penthouse than marry for love and be homeless.”

With that, Helen walked past Roxie to head up the stairs. As she began up the steps, she called, “It was nice meeting you, by the way.”

“Likewise,” Roxie said neutrally, her eyes focused on the basket in her arms.

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“It isn’t much, but it’s home now.”

Roxie met Tony at Doc’s at three o’clock as he requested. When she arrived, he immediately led her to the basement.

She was currently walking around the room and taking it in. The basement was bigger than she would have thought. Most of it was lined with shelves that were almost filled to capacity with various goods. Boxes occupied space on the floor where the shelves did not. There was a large refrigerator along one wall. A thin layer of dust coated everything she could see.

Tucked away underneath the staircase, a small bed, along with some storage and a mere few items of personal belongings, made up Tony’s section of the room.

“It was nice of Valentina to give you a job and a place to stay,” Roxie stated quietly, mindful of the fact that the woman in reference was just upstairs.

Tony was ruffling through a makeshift wardrobe beside the desk. The sound of rustling shirts filled the air as he searched for one in particular. “It was,” he acknowledged. He finally withdrew a white t-shirt and turned to face the bed. Roxie turned away to give him a moment of privacy as he changed from the button up he’d worn for work to the t-shirt.

“Your folks didn’t take you in?” she asked, her eyes scanning over a nearby shelf of canned peaches.

“Nah,” Tony said, his voice muffled by fabric. A moment later, she heard the door to the makeshift wardrobe open once again, and Roxie took that as her que that he was done changing his shirt.

She turned back around and watched as he closed the door. “Tony, you know Riff would’ve taken you in. Why didn’t you ask him?”

“What does it matter to you?” Tony challenged playfully. “You talkin’ to him again?”

That was a bit of a loaded question. Roxie wasn’t sure Tony was prepared for the answer.

Tony closed the door, and glanced at her from the corner of his eyes. “It wasn’t really my choice,” he said quietly before sitting down. “I’ve got a parole officer to keep happy now.”

That idea hadn’t crossed her mind. “Parole officer?” she asked. “It’s not like you killed someone.”

“But I almost did.”

An awkward silence fell over the room.

“Sorry,” Tony mumbled, breaking the tension. “I didn’t wanna bring it up.”

“It’s fine,” Roxie assured him quietly. “It’s what happened, right?”

Tony said nothing. Roxie walked over to the bed and slowly sat down beside him.

“Enough about me for now,” he continued after another moment. “How on earth did you end up back here, Roxie?”

Roxie looked at him, and couldn’t help but sigh as she contemplated where to even begin.

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After a few hours, the sun was starting to set. Tony walked Roxie back to her new apartment. He supposed it wasn’t really necessary, but he didn’t mind. They said goodbye, but not before she made him promise that he wouldn’t drop off the face of the earth and that he would see her again. Once she was satisfied with his reassurances, she gave him a hug before promptly heading inside her building. As soon as she was past the doors, Tony quickly headed to his next destination.

His parole officer warned him against going out, and especially about staying out late. But there was something that Tony needed to take care of, and he needed to take care of it soon. Since Roxie knew he was out of jail, it was only a matter of time before the situation was out of his hands.

As Tony walked along the streets of the neighborhood that were gradually being lit up by street lamps, he could hardly believe what he saw. Buildings that had stood for as far back as he remembered were gone and reduced to nothing but rubble and abandoned singular walls. Many of the buildings that remained just weren’t the same.

What had happened to the Irish Pub? Over the past year or so, there’d been many nights he lay awake, counting down the days until he’d be able to drink his worries away. Maybe they’d only disappear for a night, but if it’d allow him to live with himself and what he’d done a little bit longer, it was more than worth it.

Before he knew it, Tony was outside the auto shop that had once been run by Riff’s uncle. Roxie told him Riff was running it now. He looked up at the sign that was beginning to show a bit of distress from passing time. Then his eyes fell to one of the garage doors. It was open.

Tony had had a year in the hole to gather his thoughts, but as he forced himself to walk forward and take the final steps towards the auto shop, he realized with slight dread that it hadn’t been enough time to prepare himself for the conversation he was about to have.

God was merciful, or so Tony hoped. That belief was further cemented in his mind when he entered the garage and found Riff alone.

Riff’s back was to him as the other young man faced the workbench across the garage. Though he didn’t turn around, Riff must have heard him enter.

“A-Rab, I already told ya that you were pressin’ your luck with shop owner,” he said over the noise of clanking tools that he was moving around. “He caught you grabbin’ the sign again, didn’t he?”

“No,” Tony answered, watching as Riff paused at the sound of his voice. “I’ve got an appointment actually… made it ‘bout a year ago.”

Riff continued to face the tool bench for another moment before he slowly turned around.

If Tony had feared something awful had happened to Riff- and perhaps he had a few times over the past year or so- his worries were quickly dismissed upon seeing him in person once again. The last memory he had of his long time friend was a bleak one. Maybe a rumble had been deemed necessary at the time, but no one actually liked what they felt the need to do when they were in the mess of it. The Riff he had seen going toe to toe with Asim, the one so angry and violent, was far removed from the Riff before him, who was calm and collected. And yet Tony still knew that they were both one in the same.

Riff looked at him like he had seen a ghost. “I’ll be damned…” he muttered, unchracteriscally at a loss for words.

Tony spared him any more discomfort and crossed the garage in a few long strides. The two embraced warmly, clapping each other on the back.

When the moment felt right, Riff pulled away, but the two remained close. “What the hell are you doing here?” he demanded, though he was still smiling. “How many times did I tell you I would be there when they cut ya loose?”

Still feeling apprehensive about what he had come to discuss and unsure of what to say, Tony merely shrugged.

“Nevermind,” Riff continued quickly, not noticing Tony’s hesitation. “You can tell me all ‘bout it later. There’s an extra cot upstairs with your name on it.”

Tony sighed. “I appreciate it, Riff, but-”

“Ya know what? No,” Riff corrected himself. “Probably haven’t gotten a good night’s sleep in who the hell knows how long. How ‘bout you take my bed, at least for a few nights?”

“Thanks, but that ain’t necessary-”

“Don’t thank me yet,” Riff interjected. “Some of the fellas are stayin’ with me, and you haven’t heard Diesel’s snoring. But we’ll work it out.”

Upon seeing the hopeful look on Riff’s face, Tony almost caved. It would’ve been so easy to accept Riff’s offer. Maybe he could sneak out some nights and still crash at Valentina’s. His parole officer wouldn’t be any the wiser.

But that wasn’t right. He knew that if he needed to make the change that he was demanding of himself and that his parole officer was enforcing, he had to man up and tell Riff what needed to be said.

“I can’t stay with ya.”

Riff frowned but quickly regained his composure. “What are you talkin’ ‘bout? Of course ya can!”

Riff finally took a step away and turned back to face the work bench. Tony watched as he continued to pick up the various tools that cluttered the surface. He put some in nearby drawers or otherwise moved them out of his way.

“I’m staying with Valentina, Riff.”

Riff paused and turned to look at him once again. “At Doc’s?” he asked slowly and redundantly. “With the old witch?”

Tony frowned upon hearing his best friend’s choice of words. Riff had never been her biggest fan, and she was certainly not his, Valentina deserved more respect than that. “She gave me a job.”

“So a job’s the problem, then?” Riff countered. “You can work here with me. Shop ain’t makin’ too much money right now, but soon we will be.”

“Yeah?” Tony raised his brows. “Roxie’s gonna work that kinda magic, huh?”

Riff pursed his lips and Tony knew he had hit a sore note. “So, you’re talkin’ to her?”

“I could ask you the same thing. Riff, you better not be playin’ games with her,” Tony warned him, pointing a finger at him for emphasis. Riff might as well have been his brother, but Tony had not forgotten how he had treated Roxie. He was worried.

“Please,” Riff scoffed.

“She told me all about Asim, Riff,” Tony informed him coolly. “I know what you two did to get the money to pay him off.” Riff said nothing as he watched him with narrow eyes, so Tony continued. “I appreciate you havin’ my back for that, I really do. But Roxie also told me about the agreement you’ve got now, and the argument you had.”

“Where ya goin’ with this?” Riff snapped. “Seems like she’s told you all you need to know.”

Tony sighed angrily as he contemplated his next words. “She’s upset, Riff. If you’re not playin’ games with her, you two ought to work it out. You know she didn’t mean what she said. You two used to be together, for God’s sake.”

Riff was quiet for a few moments. “Did she ask you to come talk to me?” he asked Tony then. Riff’s voice was quiet, and if Tony hadn’t been so exhausted from the events of the day, he almost could’ve sworn Riff sounded a bit hopeful.

“No,” Tony said. “I wanted to come talk to ya myself.”

“Ah… so were you plannin’ on bringing her up before or after you told me you didn’t need me anymore?”

Tony looked at Riff carefully.

Riff was his brother. Womb to tomb, sperm to worm, and all that. They’d been attached at the hip since they’d started school, and apart from Tony’s stint in prison following the rumble with the Egyptian Kings, they hadn’t been separated since. Tony didn’t like seeing Riff visibly upset at the fact that he hadn’t called him when he got out of prison and that he wasn’t going to be staying with him. Tony should’ve known how betrayed Riff had to feel, and if he could’ve tolerated thinking about this very moment for more than a few seconds throughout the past year, maybe he would’ve realized that sooner.

“It’s not like that,” Tony told him definitively. “I still need you, and I’m still here for you too.”

Riff was obviously waiting for the punchline. “But?”

“I can’t be runnin’ around with you and the Jets anymore.” Tony avoided looking at Riff, knowing that if he did and if he saw his reaction he probably wouldn’t be able to finish his thoughts. “I know about the Sharks, too. If I get in any more trouble, my parole officer will make sure I get locked up again... I can’t take the chance.”

Maybe Tony could have been honest with Riff. He could’ve told him that he was trying to change his life around. But, despite their close connection, the two of them had never been ones to have deep discussions. On the rare occasion they did, hypotheticals shielded them from any true vulnerability. Tony hoped that Riff would accept what excuse he’d given him, even if it was true.

“Seems like everyone’s forgotten where they came from these days,” Riff stated calmly, breaking the several minute silence.

Tony was taken aback by his tone. Riff didn’t sound angry. He sounded defeated.

“You best be gettin’ out of here,” Riff advised then, turning back to the workbench and focusing on the tools once again. It was almost as if their conversation had never even occurred. “The guys will be gettin’ in soon. I wouldn’t want them to see ya and get their hopes up.”

Tony sighed but relented with a slow nod. Riff didn’t spare him another glance.

“I can't be here for the Jets, but I’m still here for you, Riff,” Tony reiterated while taking a slow step backwards. “Whenever you need me, you know where you can find me.”

Tony retreated from the shop without another word. As he walked back to Doc’s, he could only hope that Riff would come around sooner rather than later.

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Work was tiring, but when Roxie finally got into bed that night, she couldn’t sleep.

Instead, her mind was plagued with thoughts about the conversation she had with Helen in the laundry room and the talk she had with Tony earlier in the day.

Roxie had never thought herself to be a romantic. She’d never really considered marriage, at least not seriously, let alone a loveless one. There weren’t many married couples she’d known that had set a good example for her, except maybe Valentina and Doc.

She could still fondly recall how her mother would take her to Doc’s when she was a little girl. Valentina and Doc were always smiling at each other, and they never argued. Roxie was certain they loved each other up until Doc’s sudden death.

But Roxie wasn’t naive, and she knew that more and more folks ended up in a loveless marriage whether they had intended to do so or not.

Maybe Helen had a point. Hypothetically speaking, marrying Michael would guarantee Roxie a comfortable life.

But she didn’t love him.

She’d known him for the better part of a year and honestly tried to give him a fair chance. They’d gone on a few dates and he had made a point to visit her a lot lately. He was kind, had a good job, and she knew she ought to like him… but her feelings for him had never developed beyond a platonic level.

Marrying him was out of the question.

Based on his recent behavior and their topics of conversation, Michael had already developed romantic feelings for her. It was likely inevitable that they’d continue to grow unless she told him the truth and put an end to things soon.

Michael was more than she deserved, but she wasn’t willing to allow his presence to cause a rift between her and Riff. If she stayed with Michael, there wouldn’t be any guarantee that it would work out, anyways. Why should she needlessly destroy the relationship with Riff they had mutually agreed to begin repairing?

Roxie knew then she had to go back to Riff and apologize. Maybe he’d apologize to her too, but even if he didn’t, she still felt it was the right thing to do. He wasn’t off the hook, and she knew she didn’t deserve what he had said. But he didn’t really deserve what she had said to him, either. Roxie hadn’t even meant to start the argument with him in the first place. She was just jealous of Graziella.

…

But why?

Roxie couldn’t think of a good reason that she was jealous. She and Riff weren’t together anymore. Riff could see whoever he wanted to. She didn’t know if he was the marrying type, given what she had gathered from what happened between his folks, but if he was, he could marry Graziella. Roxie wouldn’t stand in his way.

If Michael wasn’t her ticket out of the neighborhood, then continuing her education was still an option. Maybe she’d be able to earn enough by the fall semester. If not, spring semester was always an option.

Either way, she wasn’t going to allow Riff to push her away this time.

Not again.

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“Riff, you goin’ to the dance in a few weeks?”

Riff and Baby John were once again in the park in the middle of the following Thursday afternoon. Riff had cut out a bit early from the auto shop, but he left it in the guys’ capable hands.

He and Baby John had met up to play some basketball a few times before. Riff knew it probably wasn’t the best idea for just the two of them to be out and about. But they hadn’t had a problem so far, and they always made sure to be long gone before the Sharks came around the park after they got off work later in the afternoon.

Riff was grateful for the distraction from his other problems. Though he had made up his mind about going to apologize to Roxie, he had been unable to get her alone to do that. He thought about meeting up with her as she walked home from work, but he ultimately decided against that. In addition, the reunion and conversation he had with Tony still occupied a good portion of his waking thoughts, despite his attempts to push it out of his mind.

Tony just needs more time. A year in prison had to mess with one’s mind in ways Riff didn’t care to find out about personally. Tony would come around. In the meantime, Riff thought it best if they both gave each other some space.

Riff nodded in response to Baby John’s question as he caught the basketball that rebounded off the backboard. “I’m supposed to be goin’ with Grazi.”

“Right, cool,” Baby John replied quietly.

Riff looked at him to pass him the ball, but momentarily paused when Baby John looked like he had something else to say. “What about you?” Riff asked him curiously.

Baby John caught the ball with more of a familiar ease than he had been just a week or two ago. “Well, I haven’t asked anyone yet, but there is this one girl…”

Riff watched with a smile as Baby John shot the ball. The ball sunk in the net with a satisfying swish.

It’s gonna be one of those conversations, huh?

“Oh yeah?” Riff pried, though he could tell Baby John didn’t need much persuasion. “Tell me more.”

Riff could’ve sworn he saw a blush on Baby John’s face even from a few yards away. “She goes to my school,” he explained. “Her family lives in that building across from Doc’s, but they’re gonna be movin’ into the new apartments up the block when they’re done with ‘em.”

Leave it to Baby John to fall head over heels for a local girl. Riff knew what that was like. If the girl’s family was fixing to move into those fancy new apartments, they had to have some money, though.

“I’ve spoken to her a few times since school let out,” Baby John continued. “I know she’s plannin’ on goin’ to the dance, but whenever I think about askin’ her to go with me… I don’t know.” He passed the ball back to Riff.

Riff caught the ball and spared Baby John a brief sympathetic look before taking a shot. “Wish I could help ya out, kid,” Riff said. He glanced across the park towards the apartment complex across the street for a brief moment. “But I ain’t really in the position to be givin’ advice about girls right now.”

Baby John nodded understandingly as he caught the ball once again.

It was quiet for a moment before Riff added, “Whatever ya do, just be honest and upfront about it.”

“Upfront, right…” Baby John replied, already looking as though the gears in his mind were beginning to turn. “I think I’ve got an idea. Thanks, Riff.”

Riff waved him off. “Don’t mention it.”

Baby John’s mind must’ve been elsewhere, because his next shot went flying past the backboard.

“Ya gotta focus, now,” Riff teased him, already heading over to grab the ball. “A-Rab would never let you live that down.”

Baby John smiled sheepishly.

Riff turned his back to him and sped up to a light jog in order to stop the basketball from rolling further away from the court. Once he reached it, he leant down, and quickly picked up the ball. As he stood up straight, a sudden yelp from behind him caught him off guard.

Riff spun around on heels and was immediately met with the sight of some Shark holding Baby John up by the collar of his shirt. “Hey!” he shouted instinctively, dropping the ball as he ran over towards them.

He went to grab the Sharks arm to make him release Baby John, but as he reached out his own arms were suddenly grabbed instead. Blindsighted, he was roughly picked up and thrown to the ground.

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Love was in the air.

Well, it was for some people.

“Roxie, how do I look?”

Roxie was in her bedroom reading a book and trying to kill some time before she needed to get ready for work when Betty knocked on her door.

Roxie set the book down and looked at her roommate throughtfully. “You look great!” she complimented, noting the semi-formal dress Betty donned and her hair that was styled meticulously and pinned securely in place. “Going out?” Roxie asked conspiratorially.

“Yes!” Betty grinned. “Wait… I haven’t told you, have I?”

Roxie shook her head. If the woman she met in the laundry room the other day- Helen- was to be believed, Betty had been seeing some doctor lately. As far as she knew though, Betty had no idea that that conversation had ever taken place, or that Roxie even knew Helen.

“His name is Charles, and he’s very sweet. He’s a pediatrician, so he’s great with kids,” Betty informed her. As she talked, her smile grew and her focus seemed to be somewhere else, almost as if she was in a dream-like trance at the mere thought of the man. “He loves the arts, too. He’s actually taking me to a Broadway show tonight.”

The guy sounded too good to be true, but for Betty’s sake, Roxie hoped that wasn’t the case.

“I’ll be back late tonight,” Betty told her then. “But I’ll try to be quiet when I get in.”

Roxie didn’t doubt that, but for how often she got in late at night from work herself, she wouldn’t dare complain, even if Betty decided to bang on pots and pans at three in the morning.

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The wind was knocked out of Riff as he laid on the basketball court. Dazed, the only thing he felt was the concrete pressing up against the left side of his face. It took one, two, three kicks to the ribs for Riff to find the air he needed and snap out of his stupor.

Riff scrambled off the ground and fought off the assailant on top of him as he did so. He spun around, fists raised, and recognized the man as one of the ones who seldom left Bernardo’s side.

Sharks.

Just a few feet away, Baby John was still on the ground, covering his face with his arms as another man- who Riff also recognized as one of the Sharks- wailed on him.

Riff ignored the man who had thrown him to the ground and went to his young friend’s aid. He yanked the man off of Baby John and shoved him down to the ground. As the man landed on the concrete a few feet away, Riff reached for Baby John and yanked him up to his feet.

The man who had attacked Riff stepped up once again, and Riff shoved him down to the ground as well.

Distant angry Spanish shouting filled the air then, and Riff looked across the playground to see a whole mob of people rushing towards them. Whether they all were Sharks, Riff wasn’t sure, but he could tell they were definitely PRs.

“Let’s go!” Riff urged Baby John as he grabbed him by his t-shirt and forced him along.

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Schrank was about to clock out of his shift and finally head home for the day when he received a radio call about a shoplifting incident at the liquor store a few streets down from the park. Sergeant Davis had already headed home, so he was forced to respond to the call solo.

As Schrank pulled up his police cruiser to the front of the store, he found himself wishing he had ignored the call and gone home. He parked behind the two other units who had already arrived on the scene and hopped out of the vehicle.

He approached the other officers, who were in deep conversation with the apparent store owner. He recognized one of them. “Krupke!”

Sergeant Krupke heard him, and after glancing at the other officer, took a step away to speak to him. “Lieutenant,” he greeted.

“What do we got?” Schrank asked him.

“Store owner said two guys came in and swiped a couple of bottles of whiskey,” Krupke informed him, vaguely gesturing to the man behind him that was still speaking with the third officer on the scene.

Schrank looked around Krupke and at the store owner. He had stopped at this particular liquor store on his way home a few times previously, but the man before Schrank was not one he recognized. He was older and Puerto Rican. Schrank spotted the store sign next and immediately noted the changed name. This place get sold, too?

“Alright,” Schrank said as he turned his attention back to Krupke. “Let’s just get the report written up and we can all be on our way.”

Sergeant Krupke shook his head. “Apparently the guys shoved the store owner down when he tried to confront them,” he said. “He got banged up a little bit, but seems alright. He declined medical assistance. I’m not sure if they meant to hurt him, but a couple bystanders saw it all go down and one of them called it in.”

Schrank cursed internally. Theft was one thing, but assault, intentional or not, was another. Looks like I’m gonna be late for supper.

“Some of the bystanders tried to chase them down, but they haven’t gotten back,” Sergeant Krupke added.

Jesus, what is it with the vigilante justice ‘round here?! “Did you get a description of the perps?” Schrank asked.

Krupke nodded. “The store owner is still a bit shaken up and he didn’t remember too much, but it’s somethin’.” He pulled out his notebook from his back pocket and began to read off his notes. “Two young males… one taller, one shorter. Both were wearing somewhat raggy shirts and dirty blue jeans.”

It was an extremely general description that could’ve fit more than a handful of folks in the area. Fortunately, Schrank had an idea of some people in the neighborhood who would target a Puerto Rican store owner specifically and try to get some jollys by nabbing some alcoholic beverages in the process.

“We’ll need to start circling this area,” Schrank told Krupke. “If the mob doesn’t catch ‘em, let’s try to pick ‘em up before they get too far.”

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“You good?”

Baby John nodded in response to Riff’s question.

The two had a bit of a head start from the crowd- or rather, mob- that had started to chase them down at the park. When a few of them got too close, a few trash cans thrown in their direction provided enough of a distraction for Riff to pull Baby John down an alleyway. They kept moving along the backs and sides of the various houses and stores and did their best to keep quiet.

Once they hit a dead end with a fence, they had no choice but to scale it. Riff made it up and over the tall fence with no problem, but once Baby John had reached the top of it, someone from the mob had caught up and spotted them. In his eagerness to make it over the fence, climb down, and disappear from sight once again, Baby John’s focus slipped, and he accidentally cut his arm on a jagged piece of metal on the fence.

The two were once again out of sight of the mob and were huddled down in an alleyway. They hadn’t been able to make it past the end of the block. Everytime they tried crossing the street, they’d been spotted by the mob or one of the police cruisers that was circling the block. Baby John wasn’t sure exactly how many there were, but he was certain there were at least a few.

Baby John and Riff had already taken several trips through the block and had circled back around to near the playground once again. As they took a moment to catch their breaths, he tried his best to ignore the stinging pain, which ran down his right arm in almost a straight line, but Riff must’ve noticed him grimacing anyways.

“Let me see,” Riff demanded lightly, taking a step closer. Baby John offered him his arm, and Riff looked over it thoughtfully. “It doesn’t look too deep,” he said decisively after a moment. “But you oughta get it cleaned up.”

“What are we gonna do?” Baby John asked him, not bothering to hide the concern in his voice.

They couldn’t just stay there and wait it out. If the mob and the cops were determined to find them, and it seemed like they were, they’d be closing in on them soon. They had already circled back around to the playground. It was still light out, and given that they had already made several attempts, it didn’t seem likely that they’d be able to just slip away.

What did they even want? Playing basketball wasn’t a crime. But if they got grabbed by the cops and had something pinned on them, they’d be toast. Baby John couldn’t get locked up. The very thought of it would kill his ma.

“I got an idea,” Riff said suddenly. “You see that building across the way?”

Baby John followed Riff’s line of sight to the building in question. He recognized it immediately.

“When I say go, we cross the street, and head to the back of it,” Riff proposed before looking back at Baby John for confirmation. “Ya ready?”

Baby John nodded.

“Go!”

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Schrank stood in the park and watched as the crowd turned mob rendezvoused back at the playground. As he looked at their angry faces, he struggled to understand why they were so upset. Sure, technically what had happened was assault, but the old hombre wasn’t even hurt. He was just out a few bottles of the whiskey the perps grabbed on their way out of his shop.

The mob had tasked themselves with serving some vigilante justice, but where had that gotten them? Nowhere. They’d come back empty handed. A few of them said they’d been chasing a pair of young men matching the general description of the assailants, but they also said they had lost them in some alleyway.

It was a police matter now. That’s why Schrank was there. The supper his wife would’ve cooked by then was probably already sitting on the kitchen table and getting colder by the minute. Ugh, cold meatloaf.

Schrank, Krupke, and the other responding officer could wait around a patrol for a little while longer, but at some point the report would get written up and that would be that. Maybe the perps had actually managed to get away in the shuffle of it all and could live to get inebriated another day.

Schrank had just finished telling the crowd to begin dispersing when he saw two figures make a dash across the street by the park entrance. It was quite the distance, but he recognized the Riff-raff and the newest Jet recruit, Baby John, from where he stood.

He continued to watch as the pair of misfits made it to the other side of the street and promptly slipped into the alleyway along the side of the building.

Schrank smiled to himself, knowing that that way was a dead end. He’d caught a few previous perps there. All that alleyway led to was the back of that apartment building and the one behind it. It was blocked in by two unclimbable and very tall brick walls.

The Jets made his job almost too easy sometimes.

Thankfully, the crowd was facing him, and their backs were towards the park entrance. They hadn’t seen what he had. Better that way; if they dispersed, he could grab Krupke quickly and make their way over to the apartment complex and try to trap the miscreants.

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Baby John followed Riff across the street and through an alleyway beside the apartment complex.

When they finally reached the back of the building, Baby John felt slightly distraught upon the realization that it was a dead end. There was no way he’d be able to climb that brick wall, especially not with his arm.

Thankfully, Riff looked like he had a plan. He was focusing on the back of the building as he walked alongside it. Finally, he stopped just before the bottom of the third fire escape down and looked back at Baby John.

“Up we go,” he told him.

Baby John had an inkling of an idea where Riff was leading him, but he still gave him a confused look as he walked over to follow his order. As he reached up, grabbed the metal bars, and began to climb, he asked Riff, “What are we doing?”

“Less talkin’, more climbin’,” Riff replied, eyeing the alleyway they’d come through and fidgeting a bit.

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Roxie sat on her bed, her shoes long since discarded on the floor, as she continued to re-read the book she had started earlier in the week.

She knew the plot of the book. She’d read it several times beforehand. However, she still found herself feeling spooked by the time the plot twist arrived and the killer was announced.

Slight chills up ran up her spine as the detective in the novel began to recount how he had solved the murder. The murder weapon was found in the possssion of the butler, who had been contemplating his resignation, but he had an alibi for the actual crime. It wasn’t the ex wife, or the oldest son who had been disinherited, though one would think they had the most to gain. The answer was clear then. They really should have known all along that the killer was actually-

Knock knock knock.

A series of rushed knocks against the outside of her window made Roxie nearly jump out of her skin. When she regained her composure, she set the book on the bed and stood up. She slid on her shoes before making her way over to the window and opening the curtains.

Roxie should have been surprised to see Riff, along with the young Jet she had run into a few weeks beforehand, squatting on the landing of the fire escape and looking at her with somewhat helpless looks. But stranger things had occurred since she’d gotten back in the neighborhood.

Against her better judgment, she opened the window swiftly and stepped aside to allow the two to climb inside.

“What are you doing here?” Roxie asked Riff. She watched as he shut the window behind them. He lingered by the window and looked out of it as if he were looking for someone or something. When he didn’t respond, Roxie added, “Are you ever going to use the front door?”

Riff really had some nerve, showing up to her apartment like this. Maybe she was ready to come around and apologize, but that hadn’t actually happened yet. It was bold of him to assume she’d just let them in.

But she did.

Riff finally glanced at her. “Didn’t think you’d want us walking up the hallways lookin’ like this,” he said half-jokingly as he gestured to the younger Jet beside him. Said young man was shifting on his feet apprehensively.

Roxie looked at the younger man and immediately noticed the red gash running along the length of his right arm and his swollen left eye. She looked back at Riff, but he was facing away from her again as he looked back out the window. He looked alright, save for the few scratches on his left cheek.

“What is going on?” she asked again. She hated to admit it, but some of her anger had started to relent at the thought of either of the two hurt. If Riff had come to her for help, in light of their last conversation, it was probably something serious.

Riff was still staring at something outside. When he didn’t answer, the younger man beside him answered, “We were in the park when we got jumped outta nowhere.”

Jumped? “For what?” she asked him, brows furrowing slightly.

“Does one need a reason to get jumped?” Riff asked rhetorically. “Anyways, we don’t know. There was a whole mob after us, and now the cops are out.”

Roxie took a step forward to stand beside Riff and looked out the window to where his focus was.

Lieutenant Schrank was walking around the alley behind the building. He walked past the many fire escapes and craned his head up towards the sky to look at each one.

“Are you sure you didn’t do anything?” Roxie asked the pair.

“Yes,” Riff answered quickly as he continued to watch Schrank. “But I know ya may have a problem taking my word, so just ask the kid.”

Roxie frowned at Riff for a moment before looking at the other young man expectantly.

He looked at her for a second before his eyes fell to the floor and he shrugged nervously. “We were just playin’ basketball, honest,” he said quietly.

Riff had a point. Roxie may have questioned his word at that moment, but when she looked at the other Jet, she quickly picked up on his nervous and somewhat shy demeanor. He held his injured arm subconsciously and he still refused to meet her eyes. Roxie severely doubted that he had enough guts at the moment to lie to her.

“Well,” Roxie relented with a small sigh, “you better get away from the window then, before Schrank sees you.” She put a light hand on Riff’s arm to gently guide him away.

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Riff allowed himself to be led away from the window. Then, he and Baby John followed Roxie out of her bedroom and into the living and kitchen area.

“Your roommate in?” Riff asked Roxie, suddenly remembering the other girl. Oops.

“She’s on a date,” Roxie answered simply. She turned to give him a pointed look. “And I’ve got to go to work shortly.”

“We’ll be out of your hair soon,” Riff assured her sincerely. It hadn’t been his intention to put her out.

He really was grateful that she had been home, and was even more thankful that she had let the two of them inside her window. Considering he hadn’t apologized for their argument the other day, he wouldn’t have blamed her if she had left them out there on the fire escape. Riff looked at her and tried to find the words to convey what he was feeling.

However, Riff was also aware of Baby John’s presence. He liked the kid, and Riff didn’t think Baby John would go blabbing about what he’d say to the other Jets, but he owed Roxie the decency of a private apology. Riff and Baby John needed to get out of whatever situation they’d found themselves in first, and then he’d be able to properly apologize.

“You got a phone I can borrow?” Riff asked Roxie instead.

Roxie gestured to the kitchen area and Riff headed over to it. As he walked across the room, he took a quick look around. He’d been in Roxie’s bedroom before, but he hadn’t seen the rest of the apartment. It actually seemed to be a bit smaller than the living area and kitchen in the apartment above the shop, but this one was definitely nicer. It only took him a moment to find the phone.

Riff picked up the device and called the one number he bothered to memorize. His foot bounced lightly as he listened to the phone ring.

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Baby John watched as Riff had the phone pressed up to his ear and waited for someone to pick up. He was probably trying to call some of the other Jets, but it didn’t look like they were going to answer as seconds continued to tick by.

“I thought I recognized that tattoo,” Roxie said as she turned to him. “I’m glad to see you don’t have paint-stained hands.”

Baby John briefly looked down at his hands in confusion. When he realized she was referring to when they had first met, he gave her a small smile. “Me too.”

“I’m Roxie,” she introduced herself with a smile of her own.

Baby John already knew who she was, but he realized with some embarrassment that she must not have known his name. “Baby John,” he supplied.

“It’s nice to formally meet you, Baby John,” Roxie said. She sounded genuine. “You can sit down on the couch if you want,” she said then. “Just, um, try not to get blood on it, okay?”

Baby John sat down on the couch behind him, as she had suggested, but as he did so, he was mindful to hold his bleeding arm over his lap. Roxie took a step towards him, but remained standing. “That cut looks pretty deep,” Roxie noted. “Do you mind if I take a look?”

Baby John looked over at Riff, who was still waiting on the phone. Riff hung up the device with a frustrated sigh before picking it up and dialing the number again.

Mouthpiece had told him that Riff said the Jets could start talking with Roxie again. But Baby John hadn’t known her back in the day. He’d only just introduced himself to her. Riff had led them to her for help, but this was uncharted territory for him.

Roxie must have noticed his hesitation. “He probably hasn’t said much about me,” she said quietly, also looking at Riff. Riff didn’t notice either of them as he continued to wait for someone to answer his call. “But I used to fix him and Tony up all the time.”

Baby John looked away from Riff and up at Roxie, who was staring at him with concern. After another moment of thought, he nodded.

He couldn’t go home in his current condition. His ma had enough to worry about without fretting over him.

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Riff had already attempted three calls when he decided he needed to take a break. He hung up the line once more.

Before he could turn to see what Baby John and Roxie had been up to in the meantime, Roxie walked past him. He watched silently as she entered a room to the left of where he stood in the kitchen. A moment later, she emerged back into the living area with some various items in her hands.

She crossed the room once more and sat down on the couch beside Baby John. He offered his arm to her without a word, and she began to examine it a bit closer.

Riff was already going to apologize to Roxie the moment the opportunity presented itself, but if he hadn’t been sure of that beforehand, seeing her with Baby John would have convinced him. Here he was, bringing their problems to her, and despite the likelihood that she was still upset with him, she was helping them out. She wiped off Baby John’s arm with a washcloth carefully and thoughtfully.

“It shouldn’t need stitches,” Roxie told Baby John. “But I’ll wrap it up for you.”

Knock knock knock.

Riff eyed the front door warily. “Expecting anyone?” he asked Roxie quietly.

Roxie shook her head. She set down the washcloth and stood up from the couch. She slowly walked to the front door, unlocked it, and cracked it open. What she saw on the other side must have alarmed her, because she straightened up a moment later.

“Lieutenant Schrank,” she greeted loudly and purposefully.

Riff looked at Baby John, who was already looking at him with wide eyes. Riff put a single finger over his lips and hoped Baby John got the message.

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“Well, well, well, if it isn’t Ms. Thomas,” Schrank said, smiling at her through the cracked door. “Why am I not surprised to find that ya live here?”

Roxie kept her expression neutral. She shifted a bit and placed a firm hand on the door, not wanting to take a chance that Schrank could see inside the apartment and reveal the two boys who were waiting behind her with baited breath. “Evening, Lieutenant. Can I help you with something?”

“There was an incident at the liquor store by the park,” Schrank informed her. “Owner got roughed up a bit when a few individuals matchin’ the description of a certain group of people I believe we’re both familiar with took some of his product.” Schrank looked her up and down. “Unless my eyes were deceivin’ me, I thought I saw some of them head behind this building, but they’ve seemed to disappear without a trace. So I’m goin’ unit to unit to see if anyone’s noticed anything unusual.”

“Wow,” Roxie replied blankly. “Well, I haven’t seen anything, and I’m actually headed to work soon. I wish you the best of luck with finding them though, Lieutenant.”

Schrank narrowed his eyes at her and glanced at the door. “Mind if I come in?”

“Yes, I do,” Roxie answered. “I know my rights. I believe it’s the fourth amendment specifically. Best of luck, Lieutenant.”

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Riff couldn’t help but grin as he listened to the conversation between Roxie and Schrank. When she shut the door in his face and locked it quickly, he had to stifle the laugh that was threatening to slip out.

Remembering the task at hand, Riff picked up the phone once again and dialed the number. The phone rang a few times, but after what felt like a lifetime, someone finally picked up the other line.

“Hello?” Gee-Tar answered.

Riff rolled his eyes and made a mental note to remind the guys about answering the auto shop’s phone later. What if he had been a customer? Screw it, bigger problems right now. “Gee-Tar!” Riff said quickly. “Listen buddy, are Ice or Action there?”

“Nope,” Gee-Tar replied nonchalantly. “Just me, Diesel, and Snowboy. But wait- I think someone else is comin’ in now.”

“Who?”

“Let’s see… ah, It’s Balkan and Mouthpiece! Wait… Hey, they brought some whiskey!”

Riff frowned and put a tired hand over his face. “Where did they get it?” he asked, though he felt confident in what the answer was.

“... They said they grabbed it from a liquor store.”

Riff sighed loudly. “The liquor store by the park?”

“Yes.”

Riff cursed under his breath. Baby John and Roxie looked at him from their places on the couch, but he ignored them. “Well, you tell Balkan and Mouthpiece that their sticky fingers landed me and Baby John in hot water!” he snapped hotly.

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As Roxie wrapped Baby John’s arm, she listened while Riff proceeded to tell Gee-Tar about what had happened. Eventually, Riff told him that he’d call when the cops cleared out so that some guys could head over and make sure Riff and Baby John could leave the block safely.

By the time Roxie retrieved a pack of frozen vegetables from the freezer in the kitchen and gave it to Baby John to use it on his swollen eye, Riff had finally ended the call.

Leaving Baby John to his own devices, she slowly walked over to the kitchen. She stopped a few feet before Riff and looked at him silently for a few moments. His eyes didn’t leave hers. She ignored the funny feeling it gave her as she glanced over him once again to check for any sign of injury. The scratches on his cheek were red and seemed a bit irritated, but that appeared to be the extent of it.

“I think you’ll live,” she teased.

Riff smirked. “Thanks.”

It was silent for a few more minutes as the two stared at one another.

Once she found the nerve, Roxie broke the silence first. “I think we need to talk,” she said quietly, mindful of Baby John, who was just a few yards away on the couch.

Riff nodded. “Yeah, we do.”

“Later,” she proposed. “I’ve got to get headed to work.”

“Later,” Riff agreed.

“Just stay here and lay low. When it’s safe, leave out the window,” Roxie directed. “My roommate won’t be back until later tonight, so as long as you two leave in a few hours, at most, there shouldn’t be a problem.”

“I owe you one.”

With a nod and a small smile, Roxie turned to head back into her bedroom. Before she took a step, Riff’s hand wrapped around her wrist lightly, stopping her in her tracks.

“Thank you, Roxie.”

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Baby John leaned back against the couch and tried to focus on how nice the ice pack felt on his irritated eye. It was a desperate hope, he knew, but if it could get the swelling down at least a little bit, maybe he could slip past his ma whenever he got home without her noticing. Roxie had already wrapped up his arm, so he’d have to think of an excuse for that.

Baby John looked over to the kitchen, where Riff and Roxie were conversing quietly. Curiously, Baby John watched them out of the corner of his one good eye.

Riff had mentioned he was going to the upcoming dance with Grazi. But if Baby John didn’t know that, the look on Riff’s face as he looked down at Roxie would have made him believe differently.

Roxie turned to leave suddenly, but Riff stopped her. The look that Roxie gave Riff was one that Baby John could only hope that Tessie, the girl he wanted to ask to the dance, might give him someday.

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Day 10: Moonlight, Jesper Fahey

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Fanfic, gender neutral! reader

Fluff, bit steamy.

Word count: 1863

Tw: PDA?? Kisses, hugs?? All that lovey-dovey stuff? Jesper being himself (fair warning). I don't know anything about constellations, but I know about Greek mythology so deal with it. Greek mythology ranting. One (1) suggestive sitting position. Small make-out sesh. The closest thing I'll ever grant you to smut. It's only kissing and light touching, but that's it.

Summary: Jesper takes you to a special place near the docks, showing you the beautiful view you have of the sunset. He sits there with you for a while as you teach him about the constellations you know. Jesper, however, is very set on teasing you for the rest of the night.

"The sun is setting and you're right here by my side. And the movie is playing, but we won't be watching tonight."

"I don't think Kaz appreciates this." You laughed, your hand in Jesper's as you ran over the town squares. It had been a busy night at the club and Jesper was forced to gate the doors. Yet, the second you decided to keep him company for the night, he had grabbed your hand, leading you towards somewhere you didn't know yet.

"Kaz never likes what I'm doing." Jesper justified, pushing his way through the crowd. You shot quick apologies towards the people, but they just shook your words off.

"Perhaps we should go back." You tried, though you did enjoy the sudden time together.

"Yes, we should, but I don't feel like it." The boy admitted, tugging you along as chuckles kept escaping his mouth. "Besides, you really do want to see this."

"See what?" You wondered, still not knowing where Jesper had been dragging you. Your question left him silent, not allowing any hint to roll over his tongue.

"You'll see." He spoke instead.

"Every look, every touch makes me wanna give you my heart. I've been crushin' on you, baby. Stay the way you are."

After a while, Jesper stopped running, letting go of your hand. He had let you towards a place at the docks you had never seen before. There were no ships nor cargo here, only two laterns, illuminating the area. You sighed deeply, trying to regain your breathing.

"Why are we here?" You exhaled, looking up towards Jesper.

The sharpshooter winked at you, strolling up to the shore as he seated himself in front of it, his legs dangling off the edge. "Because we can." He explained. "And because no place in Ketterdam has this view."

You rolled your eyes, not catching onto his meaning. Instead, you sat down next to him, intertwining your fingers with his. You felt him stare at you, his eyes studying your face, but your attention had now been to the purple sky above the water. It had already turned significantly dark, but the last light of the sun made the sky appear an obscure shade of purple, the color slowly merging together with the black nightsky.

You gasped quietly at the sight. Sure, you had seen many sunsets, but they had all been orange, red and sometimes even pink, but a dark purple night sky, almost the same color as plums were, had been completely foreign to you.

"And look," Jesper mumbled, his eyes now drifting from your face to the sky. "It's a full moon."

You followed his line of sight, your eyes resting on the brightly shining star, its presence ever visible.

"I didn't know the sky could do that." You whispered, referring to the color.

"Well, I didn't know it would be this pretty. I just remembered passing this place a while ago and it had a beautiful view of the sunset. I thought you might like it." Jesper confessed, squeezing your hands lightly.

"I love it."

"'Cause I never knew, I never knew you could hold moonlight in your hands, 'til the night I held you."

As you sat the for a while, the sun had finally disappeared, leaving the moon on her own. Her bright light reflected into the sea, luminating the area, the glow of it soothing your eyes.

"I could stay here forever." You admitted, resting your head on Jesper's shoulder. ''The moonlight is simply wonderful. It's as if it is making way for new life."

"The moonlight announces a new day." Jesper mumbled. "New possibilities."

"Perhaps even hopes for a normal life one day." You convided, specifically talking about the fact you were working for a seventeen year old crime boss in order to survive.

"Pfft, who wants normal life?" Jesper scoffed, letting go of your hand before wrapping his arm around your middle, pushing you into his side. "If life was normal, we never would have met."

"That is true." You admitted, looking up at the boy, a warm smile making its way onto your face. Jesper looked back at you, shooting you a joyful grin, before leaning over, placing a quick kiss on your nose.

"You are my moonlight. Moonlight."

"Any specific reason you brought me here?" You wondered aloud, raising your eyebrows at his action.

"I just told you." Jesper spoke. "I thought you'd like it. And perhaps I knew it would be full moon tonight. We'd have more light to enjoy the view."

You shook your head lightly, now looking back at the sky, letting your eyes draw lines on different stars, connecting them in your head.

"That there is Perseus' constellation. He was an ancient Greek hero, known for slaying Medusa. Though she was not really a villain." You explained, pointing towards a line of stars.

"Below it, you can see Andromeda's constellation." You resumed, pointing towards the other stars, Jesper attention solely focused on you. "Andromeda was his wife. She was known to be the most beautiful of all women." You were quiet for a while, multiple stories running through your head. "But then again, so was Pandora and so was Psyche."

You took a quick look at Jesper's, whose eyes had still been in the stars. You smiled at his interest, grabbing his free hand before holding it close to you.

"I kiss his fingertips as I'm wishing he's all mine. He's giving me Elvis with some James Dean in his eyes."

"Do you look at the stars every night?" The boy asked, now turning towards you.

"Only when Kaz will leave me alone for the evening." You joked, though your words were not entire lies. "I've never had someone look at them with me, though." You consolated, lifting Jesper's hand before kissing his fingers softly, your lips momentarily grazing his rings.

"You must teach me to recognize the constellations." Jesper proposed. "It will make me seem smart."

"Recognizing constellations does not make one smart." You teased, placing a final kiss on his finger tips before letting his hand sink again..

"But it makes you look interesting. I might be able to surprise Kaz. Or Inej." The sharpshooter offered, shooting you a wink. You remained silent at his words, your eye back on the sky.

"Puts his lips on my neck makes me want to give him my body. I've been fallin' for you, baby. And I just can't stop."

A feather light kiss on your neck ripped you from your thoughts. "Please." Jesper mumbled against your skin. "Even if it's only one." Another kiss followed his words, causing goosebumps to erupt on your skin.

"You now know Perseus and Andromeda." You whispered, now distracted thanks to Jesper's actions.

"No, I don't. I was only looking at you."

"Well, then perhaps you should look and listen." You tried.

"Tell me again." The boy cooed, his lips grazing your skin once more, and finally, those familiar butterflies in your stomach returned, heat rising to your face. Of course he knew how to find that one spot.

"Only if you pay attention."

"'Cause I never knew, I never knew you could hold moonlight in your hands, 'til the night I held you."

"Perseus' constellation looks like a stick figure with a weird arm." Jesper concluded after a while, finally being able to recognize the constellation.

"That's because he is meant to hold Medusa's head in one of them." You assured, extending your fingers above your head to imitate the snakes on Medusa's head.

"Well, thank you for the education." The boy thanked, bowing his head.

"You're the one who wouldn't leave me alone until I would tell you." You shot back, lifting one of your legs over his lap as to make sure you had both legs on one of his sides, your body facing his. Jesper seemed to tense under the action, his hands glued to his sides.

"Now you can appear smart." You teased, referring to his earlier statement.

"You are my moonlight. Moonlight."

"Do you have any idea what you're doing to me?" Jesper mumbled, before placing one hand on your back as the other found your cheek, pulling you closer to him as your lips connected with his. His kiss was needy, almost as if he had been waiting for it the entire day.

And perhaps he had.

One of your hands fell onto his chest while your other connected with the back of his head, keeping him close as you kissed him back with just as much fervour. The kiss had slowly become more sloppy, as his left hand was now resting on your hip, squeezing the material of your pants lightly. You groaned at the feeling, applying pressure to his chest as you pushed him down, forcing him on the ground.

"Baby, I've been fallin', You're my moonlight. Moonlight."

As he lay down, your lips traveled lower, placing the messy kisses onto his neck, sucking on the skin occasionally, making him hum in response as his hand found its way up your shirt, rubbing your back in content. Your skin created goosebumps once more, the feeling of his hands bringing fond memories to you as your heart seemed to speed up any more.

Had Nina been near, she would have definitely mentioned it.

The hand that had been on the back of his neck, now traveled to his blouse, toying with the buttons, teasing him lightly.

"You're killing me, love." He groaned, pulling his head back slightly, before smashing his lips onto yours, his hands both finding your sides as he gently flipped you over, the sharpshooter now looming over you.

"He's so bossy. He makes me dance. Tryna sit in the back of his whip and just cancel my plans."

"Good." You murmured against his lips, before pushing the boy off and sitting upright. "That's what you were doing to me earlier."

Jesper just stared at you, his mouth open in shock. "I wasn't-" He stuttered. "I was barely..." You grinned at him, wiping your hands on your coat as you stood up, watching at the gobsmacked boy.

"You goblin!" He exclaimed, standing up rather clumsily, running up to you as he wrapped his arms around you. "How can you leave me like that? After everything I've shown you!"

You grinned at him, pecking his cheek lightly as you turned in his hold. "I left you just like that." You remarked, chuckling at his expression.

"You are the worst." Jesper concluded, before offering you an arm, which you gladly accepted. "But I still love you."

"Sweet like candy, but he's such a man. He knows just what it does when he's holding me tight."

"You should. I am the only one who will put up with you." You joked, your steps matching his as you strolled along the waterlines. Jesper looked down at you, happy to see the joy radiating off of you.

"You are my moonlight." He confessed, laughing at his words. You snickered at him, nudging him lightly.

"My hope for a normal life."

"I thought you didn't want a normal life." You spoke.

"I don't," Jesper began, his eyes now back on the stars. "but if it grants me the opportunity of coming here with you every night, I might be willing to make some sacrifices."

You were visibly happy to hear these words, grasping the hand that was near yours, placing a kiss on them for the last time.

"Then you are my moonlight too."

"And he calls me "Moonlight" too."

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