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icollectyoursins · 3 years

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Jonathan Joestar x Reader x Dio Brando NSFW

Anon asked for "may i request a spicy jonathan x reader x dio sandwich 😳👉👈 extra kinky please omg,,, 🖤

In typical fanfic writer fashion, I looked up when lube was invented because well... there is no way you’re taking either of these boys without it. It wasn’t invented until 1904 (I think), but Vaseline was a common lube-like substance that was used instead which was invented in 1872. The more you know! I also looked up what kinds of toys they would have used back in the 1880s and... the history of sex toys is fascinating.

While I’m rambling, this is going to be a long one, just to fit all the “kinky” stuff in, so bear with me. It’s been a while, I know, but it’s very long and I was on break for a bit trying to relax. Anyway, enjoy!

You had arrived at the Joestar household expecting a normal dinner with Jonathan and Dio, but things go a little awry after two of you share a drink. Whatever was in those glasses was, you certainly didn’t mind if it got you between the bodies of two very attractive men.

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WARNINGS: Making out, mentions of “drugging” I guess, something in the drink makes them very horny, but still able to consent, light riding, Jonathan is too big, so they move on, threesome, belts used as handcuffs, lube (not named, but it’s Vaseline), spitroast x2 (they switch), rough fucking, choking, face fucking, blowjobs, facials.

Word Count: 2578

Desperate lips crashed together as you clumsily tumbled into the room backwards with Jonathan never breaking the kiss. The door closed behind him and you two gasped, hot breath tickling your faces. You weren’t apart for long and he quickly pulled you back, claiming your lips once again. A part of you questioned how this happened, but mostly you were consumed by his kiss.

The evening had started relatively normal with you coming over for dinner, drinks were passed around between you, Jonathan and Dio. The next thing you know, you’re practically climbing on top of him, vehemently exploring his body while he did the same. Not wanting to embarrass yourselves, you quickly tried to run to a room so you could be more private.

You both moaned as he made his way down your neck, gently pressing kisses into your supple skin. Now that you thought about the quickly finished dinner more, you realized someone was missing. Where was Dio? He sat at the table with you, ate with you and then once the drinks came around and your insatiable lust quickly flooding your senses, you lost sight of him.

You ran your fingers through Jonathan’s hair, relishing in the way he shivered. Finally, you parted, swiftly shucking off your clothes before exploring each other’s bodies, basking in the warmth. It didn’t really matter where Dio was right now. You just wanted-

“Jonathan.” You breathed, running your hands up his chest, enticing him into another kiss.

“I know,” he said, panting heavily. His mind quickly raced with what to do, panicking. He’d never felt like this before, so... needy. “On the bed. Now, please.”

You nodded once, leading him by the hand towards the edge. Strong arms lifted you up, switching your positions so he was lying on it with you on top of him, straddling his waist. You could feel his erection bumping against your behind as he got more comfortable. No more time was wasted and you quickly aligned yourself with the tip, taking a deep breath as you slowly slipped onto him.

A cry bubbled up from your throat as just the tip stretched you. His hands massaged into your hips, trying to soothe you. You shook your head no. He was too big to take like this. He lifted your hips up again, pulling you close against his chest, whispering into your ear.

“It’s okay, don’t worry.” Jonathan sat up, still holding you close. “We can do something else. Here, let me-”

He switched your positions again, crouching between your legs. Gentle kisses were trailed down towards your genitals, making the anticipation rise up in you quicker. Finally, he got to where you both wanted him. A final kiss was placed above your genitals, then-

A cold laugh echoed from the door, making the hair on your arms stand up. You immediately started covering each other with various pillows and blankets, hiding from the hungry stare boring into you. Dio. A cool smile was painted on his face. Another hissed laugh passed over his lips, growing louder the hotter your face got.

“Dio, we can explain!” You began.

“Ooh. I believe you, (Y/N).” You felt like you were falling in on yourself under his gaze. “Tell me, how do you feel?”

“We’re fine!” Jonathan shouted defensively. He must have known more than you. It was an odd question, but you weren’t sure why he was-

Dio’s eyes fell on you and suddenly everything felt different. Your mind started to quell its fear, focusing more on how soft his lips would feel against yours, how easy it would be to lift you up, manhandling you like you were nothing. There was a jump in the pit of your stomach. You wanted him. You wanted both of them.

Suddenly you zoomed back down to earth. You were pressed up against him, already kissing any part of him you could. How did you get here? Did you care? He stared down at you with nothing but lust in his eyes. You were pulled closer to him, then one of his hands started to roam further and further down.

“We don’t want to keep our little pet waiting, do we, Jojo.” Oh. Oh, god. Both?

Jonathan shuddered while Dio brought you back towards the bed. Your lips were captured by his, quickly overpowering you. It made you melt how almost addictive his kiss was. Another set of hands danced along your back. The warmth between the two of them was lovely.

His clothes were quickly discarded to the side while the other fought for your attention, leaving sweet, but desperate kisses along your shoulders. His hands wrapped around to your front, teasing your nipples. You could feel his hard length against your lower back. Dio returned to you, pulling you away from Jonathan and into a rough kiss.

“Let me show you how to do it right, Jojo.” He seethed, bending you over the bed and lining his already erect cock with your ass. He let it slide between your cheeks a few times before he grabbed a glass jar that had previously been in his pocket. Your intended partner, however, made his way around to the front, looking down at you apologetically.

Without thinking, you wrapped your hand around his length, slowly jerking it. A shocked cry racked through his body, shocked by the touch. Jonathan had never felt as turned on as he did now. Whatever willpower he had before was completely gone now with the temptation of your lips brushing against the tip of his cock.

Dio lathered a slick substance around your hole, slipping one of his fingers in to test your tightness. Now, it was your turn to moan. God, even his finger felt big, you could only imagine what the rest of him felt like. The more his digit fucked into you, the more your mind was fogged over with lust, shallowly pushing your hips back to get more friction. With a malicious chuckle, he complied, quickly working you up to two fingers and then three.

You couldn’t help the free moans that came out of you, much to his annoyance. His free hand slammed down on your head, forcing you to swallow as much of Jonathan’s cock as you could. Finally, your mewls were muffled. “Peace and quiet at last. Keep them like that, Jojo. Greedy whore.”

The room was quickly filled with the sounds of Jonathan’s sweet cries as you happily lavished him, sucking in more and more. Dio soon got bored of fingering you and pulled them out with a smack to your ass, leaving a smear of whatever he used on your cheek. Then, he lined his tip up with you again, wasting no time plunging into you, almost to the hilt. You tried to cry out but were obviously stopped. Tears stung at your eyes when he started thrusting into you roughly, each one.

Suddenly, your hands were pulled behind your back and tied together with some kind of rope that you assumed he had tossed on the bed while getting undressed. A shudder of excitement rolled through your body. Now, you were completely at their mercy, though you doubted one of them was capable of mercy and it wasn’t Jonathan. A particularly hard thrust had you seeing stars only made the answer more obvious.

Dio’s brutal pace only got worse, jerking you forward, making you choke on Jonathan’s dick more and more. Your eyes rolled back into your head as drool dribbled down your chin. Crescents decorated your thighs from where fingernails dug into your skin. A hand was brushed through your hair, gentle and soft. It felt so hot against you. The face behind it was flushed red, panting heavily.

Suddenly, he pulled back, almost collapsing into the set of drawers behind him. Despite your mouth being free, you fought to keep your moans quiet, not wanting Dio to think of something worse to shut you up. But, the feel of his cock hitting your sweet spots over and over again it was damn near impossible. You didn’t need to see his face to know he was grinning sinisterly over you, his gaze hot against your back. He doubled over, wrapping his arm around your neck into a chokehold, keeping you close to him while he practically speared through you with this new position.

Jonathan meanwhile was trying to calm himself. You had felt so good. It should be illegal to feel that good. Oh, and your face, hot and sweaty trying to accommodate him. A moan slipped over his lips, shaking lightly from the exertion. He didn’t want to spoil you. Not yet. He wanted this to be nice for you, at least, before his adopted brother walked into the mix.

You were beginning to lose air, tapping on the arm around you, frantically trying to get him off. With a devious chuckle, Dio got up, pulling out of you all too quickly. You squirmed at the loss of something inside you as well as the lack of orgasm.

“Jojo!” He said boisterously. “Your turn.” With a hard smack of your ass, he walked away from you, letting the other man take his place. Jonathan did so tentatively. If just your mouth felt that good, what would other parts feel like? “What’s wrong, Jojo? Afraid you’ll break them?”

“Dio!” He snapped. “Why are you so cruel?”

A cold laugh echoed in your ears, making you shudder. Dio began to slowly jerk his dick, close enough to bring it to your lips.

They continued to bicker and for once you were thankful for the lust controlling your mind, easily blocking them out with thoughts that would make your grandmother blush.

“God, just stop fighting and fuck me,” you groaned, too aroused to think of anything but what you wanted. Jonathan looked shocked, but not turned off.

“Come on! Give them what they want.” Dio growled, pushing the tip of his cock forward. Immediately, you latched your lips around it, moaning at the residual taste left on it. You looked up at him, cheeks hollowing, creating a suction that drove him mad. He roughly ran his fingers through your hair, grabbing you tightly to hold your head in place, then he began thrusting his hips into you with the same pace as before.

Jonathan gently ran his fingers over your sides before lining himself up, praying that you had been “worked open” enough for it to be more pleasurable than painful. Slowly, he pushed himself in, unable to hold back a low grown as he felt your soft, warm walls clench around him. Just like before, the thrusts from the other man pushed you onto him slightly, making you take more.

The stretch was incomparable to any other you’ve had (aside from Dio). You felt so full, there had to be some kind of bulge, right? If you could voice how good he felt, you would have. It was a long process for him to work up the courage to get to any proper pace, he was worried that if he took it too far, it would easily hurt you. But, you felt so goddamn good.

Finally, he went in as far as he could, letting out another moan. Then, with the same slow, careful moves, he pulled out almost to the tip. It was as though your insides were pulling him back and he found himself sinking in quicker than he had originally intended. Whatever was making him like this soon took over, turning him into some kind of animal, spearing in and out of you without a sign of stopping.

Just as you suspected, you were at their mercy completely, feeling them see-saw you, like some kind of toy. God, you could have died like this and been happy, but you knew you were going to be much happier if you saw this through to the end. The three of you moaned in tandem, letting your pleasure take you over as the men picked up the pace. It was all so good, almost too good. Sweat dripped down your bodies, making your hair cling to your faces.

You could feel your orgasm building up in you again, unable to do anything to stop it. Their cocks somehow synced with each other and you swore that if they were any deeper, they might have touched. Your release quickly washed over you, making you see white just as they both thrust into you at the same time, stopping to let your body sort out itself out as you spasmed under them, cumming harder than you ever had.

The first to pull out was Jonathan, slow and gentle. Then Dio followed, coming around to the other side of the bed. You faintly heard a “come on” followed by your name as you were lifted into the air, then moved to the middle of the room, where they set you on your knees. They crowded over you, one of them (presumably Dio) lightly slapped his cock on your cheek, indicating he wanted you to pick up where you left off. In your post-orgasm haze, you opened your mouth, sucking lazily.

Gradually, you became more aware, picking up your pace. You used one hand to stroke the shaft that was in your mouth and with the other one, you reached out for Jonathan’s cock, doing the same to his. Their grunts and groans filled the room the more you jerked them. Lifting off one length with a pop, you moved to the other, looking up to see their faces, hot and twisted with pleasure.

It didn’t take long for someone’s seed to spill into your mouth with a loud cry. You swallowed every drop, before returning to the first one and finishing him off. Dio’s orgasm was not as intense as Jonathan’s, but when he did, he pushed himself further into your throat, making you choke while he shot his release into it.

You pulled back, panting heavily, a string of drool connecting you and his cock. A cruel chuckle filled your ears, making you smile almost drunkenly. You weren’t sure what it was, but something told you the night wasn’t done just yet. Dio pulled you into a rough kiss while Jonathan ran his hands up your sides, grazing his lips against your shoulders. These men were going to be the death of you.

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eideticmemory · 4 years

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EVER SINCE NEW YORK II | MATTHEW GRAY GUBLER

Description: Description: I was messaged saying: “If you don’t write a young Matthew enemies to lovers fic featuring an obsession with sucking on boobs then what’s the point 😔.” So, here it is, folks! The ultimate College!Matthew fic.

PART 2! Read Part 1 here.

Soundtrack:

Maps - Maroon 5.

Me & Ur Ghost - Blackbear.

Keep You Close - Frenship.

Word Count: 3,341.

Rating: M.

Warning/Includes: Sexual intercourse, substance use, a bit of angst.

Fall, Sophomore Year.

Tisch School of the Arts,

New York University.

New York City.

“Okay, you know what?” You scoffed, throwing your hands up in surrender. “I give up. I don’t give a fuck anymore.”

Claire laughed from behind you, “You alright over there?”

“No,” you grumbled. You pressed down on the black frame, using all your might to make the command strip stick to the wall. Yet, when you stepped back, it would pop off of the surface, and your ballet poster was lopsided. It’d been a vicious cycle for 10 minutes. “This goddamn command strip won’t stick. What the fuck?”

“Okay, grumpy, step away from the poster,” Claire ordered, grabbing onto your shoulders and escorting you to the center of the room. “The room looks great, [y/n], why are you so stressed?”

“I am not stressed. I am frustrated, and those damn command strips aren’t cheap. I’m pissed.”

“Okay, staples queen, tell you what,” she sighed. “I will go buy you a pack of command strips and personally mount the poster myself, okay?”

You looked up at Claire, giving her a soft smile. “Did I win the roommate lottery or what?”

“Yeah, but better not say stuff like that too much. People are gonna start thinking we’re a different type of roommates.”

You laughed, and shook your head at her.

“[y/n], what’s up?” Claire asked. “You’ve been moody as fuck ever since we moved back in for the semester. Classes haven’t even started yet and you’re moping around. What’s going on?”

Well, Claire, you thought. I’m glad you asked. I’m glad you brought it up, because I’ve been dying to talk about it for a while. You see, I fucked my mortal enemy, and it was so good that I did it a second time. And no, I’m not talking about my cinematography professor, I’m talking about Matthew. Gubler. I fucked Matthew Gubler. Yes, I know. Hell has frozen over. Because I hated him. I hate him. I think he’s awful. Especially since he thinks it’s okay to fuck someone, ignore their existence, fuck them again, ignore their existence, and then leave them with a vague ass note? 505. 505! I’ve looked up every possible meaning of 505 that there is. The song, urban dictionary, numerology. And I can’t figure the shit out. And it doesn’t help that Matthew didn’t say a word to me over summer break. I’m just lost and confused and I know you would understand and you would know what to do.

But it’s Matthew.

And I can’t tell anyone. Especially you.

“Last semester was a royal disaster,” you sighed. “I just don’t wanna overwhelm myself again. Y’know with class, and shows, and parties. I wanna do right this semester, but it’s a little stressful. So, I’m a little stressed.”

Claire looked at you for a long time, eyebrows lowered and her eyes scanning your face. She had a gut feeling that you were lying, but didn’t wanna be a bitch. So she bit her tongue.

“Let’s go get something to eat,” she smiled.

Classes started that following Monday. Your first lecture was at 10 o’clock. And you woke up at 10:15. Having showered the night before, you brushed your teeth, put on your outfit and fixed your hair all in ten minutes and hiked it across campus in 4 minutes. You rushed up to the classroom door, and entered the lecture very calmly. People were scattered about in the auditorium, some towards the sides, a lot front and center. But only one person sitting in the very back row.

Matthew.

Too occupied with explaining yourself to your professor, you didn’t notice Matthew until a few minutes after entering. You refused to make eye contact with him, nervously staring at your feet as you walked over to him. And took a seat at his side.

“Hey.”

Those were the only words spoken for an hour and fifteen minutes. However, within 10 minutes of seeing you again, Matthew began to rub your thigh. His fingers grazed the top of your leg, slowly but surely making their way to your inner thigh. You held your breath, staring up at the professor the whole time and pretending to take notes.

When Matthew’s fingers pressed against your clit, you almost gasped. But you kept your mouth shut, stifling the sound. He smirked to himself, only glancing at you when you were too shaken up to notice. You propped up the screen of your laptop, hiding your face behind it so you could let out quiet moans. You were so sensitive, and very glad that you wore a skirt to class.

Matthew’s fingers slid your panties to the side and made skin to skin contact with your clit, applying pressure as he rubbed you. You exhaled for a long time, swear words wanting to fly out of your mouth instead. The professor’s words drowned out a long time ago, and at this point you didn’t care. You just needed to come.

Matthew remembered the way you liked to be touched, he had to. Because he was able to bring you to the edge so quickly, it was insane. You clenched your thighs around his wrist to signal your nearing release, and he grinned.

You rested your head on the keyboard of your laptop, hiding from everyone as you came. Your jaw dropped, and you had to stop yourself from groaning too loudly. Matthew removed his hand from under your skirt. He sucked on the tips of his fingers, just to get the taste of you on his tongue. Then, with only 2 minutes left in class, he packed up his stuff and walked out.

You should’ve dropped the class. At the very least, sat somewhere else. But you didn’t. You stayed in that course. With Matthew. In the back row. And wore skirts every other day for a month. Some days he would repeat the action, and some days he wouldn’t. It was like he could tell how desperate you were each time. And if you were really desperate, he simply didn’t touch you. It sucked, but it kept you on your toes.

He missed class one day, and to cope, you had a dream about him that night. You imagined him using his mouth on you, in an empty lecture hall, bending you over the desk, making you come. When you woke up, you were in a cold sweat. You couldn’t believe you were having thoughts like this about Matthew Gubler. But you were.

You hopped out of bed, put on your slippers, and left the room to go to the vending machines. Holding a soda and some candy, you walked back to your dorm room silently. Alerted by the sound of footsteps, you turned your head down the hall to see Claire walking out of someone’s room. She noticed you and rushed up to you with a big smile.

“Hey!” She beamed. “What are you doing up?”

“Oh, uh, I couldn’t sleep. Where you been?”

She sighed happily, “I’ve been doing adult things, [y/n], I cannot lie.” She wrapped her arm around your shoulder as you both walked to your room. “I’m in love, kid. It’s crazy.”

“You’re in love? With who?”

“Ah, that will soon be revealed, my dear [y/n].”

That weekend, you two invited everyone to come hang out at your dorm. Someone was able to swipe some liquor, and it was a party. A handful of people, getting a little tipsy, music in the background. Claire insisted Matthew be invited, but you weren’t expecting him to show up. But of course, he did. Because he’s a nuisance.

He laid down on Claire’s bed and she sat beside him, the two of them quickly joining the conversation at hand. You tried not to look like a kicked puppy, tried not to pout, to sulk, to watch. But inch by inch, second by second, Claire moved closer to Matthew, until by the end of the night, her head was on his chest.

That Monday, you sat in the front of the class.

And every class after that for the next month.

Missing your daily release, you became cranky and nasty and moody. You didn’t mean to, but that’s how it happened. To help you get over the nagging feeling, you went out one Saturday night. A group of friends dragged you along to a dorm party in the next building over. You used it as an excuse to dress up, ignore your homework and get some fresh air. In a tight purple dress, you walked into the booming dorm. It was packed, smelled like booze and filled with heat.

A cup of vodka in your hand, it wasn’t until about two hours in that you realized you didn’t want to party. You sat on the couch the whole time, fiddling with your hands and the hem of your dress. You’d drank an entire solo cup of alcohol by then, and you were starting to get tired. Your friends had gotten lost a long time ago, and you knew it was fruitless to look for them. So, you picked yourself up and started to head for the exit.

“[y/n]!”

You turned around to see a guy walking towards you. Jonathan. “Hey, John, what the hell is going on?” You asked, noticing him supporting another guy on his shoulder. His friend was a drunken, sloppy mess, and could barely stand.

“Our boy Steve here had a little too much to drink,” John replied. “I’m taking him back to his room. You going back to your place?”

You nodded, “Yeah. I am.”

“Okay, do you mind helping me with him? Please? I’ll give you a dollar.”

You laughed, shook your head and put your arm around Steve’s waist. “Ooh, a dollar! Sounds exciting.”

It was cold, and you shivered on the way back to your dorm building. Steve only lived down the hall from you, so helping wasn’t too far out of the way for you. John used Steve’s key to let the three of you into Steve’s suite, guiding both of you to Steve’s room.

You both worked together to lay Steve down on his mattress. You covered him with his blanket.

“You’re a lifesaver,” John told you. “We both are actually.”

“Maybe we should start a business. We escort drunk people home for a small fee of $100.”

He laughed, “I’m in as long as you dress like that every time.”

You blushed, and ducked your head down to hide it.

“What’s going on in here?” A voice called to you two.

You looked up at the threshold to see Matthew standing there, looking sleepy, disheveled, shirtless, and beautiful.

“Hey, Gube,” John greeted. “[y/n] and I were just dropping Steve off. Kid couldn’t hold his liquor.”

Matthew scoffed, “You could’ve left him there. Let him get dicks drawn on his face.”

“Well, aren’t you full of love?” John laughed. “No, seriously, I’ve gotta text Lindsey and let her know I’m staying in for tonight.” He padded at his pocket, followed by a loud groan, “Fuck, I left my phone at the party. Fuck me.”

“That’s a higher power trying to tell you that you need to stay out longer,” Matthew said.

John smirked at him, “You’re right. Wonderful insight, Gubler.”

John walked out of the door, heading for the exit, and you followed him, avoiding eye contact with Matthew. As the two of you approached the front door, you froze. John exited the suite, not noticing that he was leaving you behind. And you would’ve moved if you had the power.

Hanging on the door of the suite was the room number: 505.

Your breath caught in your throat. 505. The room number. The room number of the suite you saw Claire leaving that day. 505.

“What took you so long?” Matthew asked, standing behind you.

You released your breath, goosebumps crawling on your skin as you felt him get closer to you. Your heart raced, your body trembled. You had a physical response to being near this boy. It was intense.

“I’m not doing this, Matthew,” you whispered.

“Doing what? We’re just talking.”

You turned around to face him, suddenly very angry, “No! You know what I’m talking about! You know what I’m talking about! And it’s gone on for long enough, Matthew. I’m out!” You kept your voice quiet, but still aggressive. You turned to exit the dorm, but he grabbed onto your waist and pulled you into him.

“Listen, Princess Peach,” he said.

“Fuck you—“

“Listen. I don’t know what your deal is, but I do know that I miss you—“

“You’re full of shit. You just wanna fuck.”

“That’s what I said. I miss you. I mean, for such a short person, your pussy packs a punch.”

“You’re disgusting.”

“Face it,” he murmured. “You may hate me, but your pussy doesn’t.”

Your body melted into his at the sound of his voice. The feeling of his hands running down your body, landing on your thigh. “Just admit it. Or tell me to stop.” His fingers trailed under your dress, the tips grazing you through your panties. Your head rolled back at the gentle touch and he took that as an invitation to kiss your neck.

“Cmon, shortcake, tell me to stop,” he mumbled. “Tell me to stop.”

You responded by wrapping your hands around his throat, using all your strength to push him out the living room couch. He chuckled under his breath, stumbling back onto the cushion and pulling you into his lap.

“Oh, you gonna choke me?” He asked, his voice coming out strained. “Okay, princess, you hate me so much? You can’t stand me?” He pushed his pants down to reveal his erection. “Fuck me like it then.”

You crashed your lips onto his and pushed him back onto the couch, reaching down to grab his cock. You pulled your panties to the side and teased him against your core, moaning as his tip rubbed against your clit. You sank down onto his dick, feet pressed into the couch, hands holding his neck.

He stared up at you as you fucked him — fast and careless. Swear words fell off of his lips uncontrollably, his hands pawing at your breast. Your boobs fit perfectly in his palm and he was obsessed. He had to bite down on his bottom lip to stay quiet, grunting into his mouth.

“F-fuck,” he panted. “Wait, wait.”

You leaned in and kissed him roughly, grinding your hips against his. You made sure to stay silent, giving no indication that you were experiencing so much pleasure.

“H-hey — shit, fuck,” he groaned. “Wait.”

Matthew placed his hands on your ass, his eyes closed tight, his body tensing up as you rode him into the wall. “Oh, fuck!” He exclaimed, and lifted you off of his cock. Quickly, just in time for him to release all over his stomach. He panted, he quivered, he mumbled soft, dirty words. Whispered something about you.

As pretty a sight as it was, you refused to sit there and stare. So, you stood up, pulled the hem of your dress down. And this time, you left. Not a word said. Nothing.

Matthew followed you on instagram that night. You didn’t accept the request for a week, and when you did, you didn’t follow him back. He tried to add you on snapchat, but you declined it. You continued to sit far away from him in class, giving him no access. He brought you a drink at a party once and you asked for water instead. When he returned with the water, you had already left.

He had met his match. You dominated him, successfully, fearlessly, and without even trying. He wanted more. But you liked to watch him so squirm, so you didn’t give in.

Christmas break rolled around, and instead of focusing on the actual holiday, you and your friends planned your first spring break vacation. A group of you would head to South Beach for the week, and stay at a relative’s beach house.

You sat on your bed, trying to map out the cost of the trip. “So it’s me, you, the four of them...Claire, are you listening to me?”

“Is this a good Christmas gift for Matthew?”

You turned your head to her quickly, “Huh?”

“This,” she held up the book - The Magic Encyclopedia. “You think Matthew will like it?”

“Claire,” you sighed. “What are you doing?”

“What do you mean?”

“What are you doing simping over this boy? Buying him gifts? This isn’t you, Claire.”

“Leave me alone, [y/n], okay? We’re just friends. And he told me he bought me a gift so I got him one. Jeez, do you have to hate him so much?” She pouted, dropping the book into a gift bag.

“Um, actually, yeah I do,” you nodded. “He’s a dick.”

A knock rang at the door, and as Claire hopped up, she pointed her finger at you, “That’s him. Do not pick a fight.”

You rolled your eyes and went back to planning. Matthew stepped into the room, carrying a bag in one hand. He used his other hand to cup Claire’s face and give her a small kiss on the cheek. “Santa Claus is here!” He exclaimed.

“Gimme, gimme, gimme!” Claire pleaded, reaching for the gift bag.

“Wow, Claire, I’m hurt. You’re so materialistic.” He chuckled.

“Oh, please, Gube,” she scoffed. “Give me my gift.”

“Okay,” he reached into the bag and pulled out a small box, wrapped into festive paper. “I got this for you, Claire,” he handed her the box. “And I even got something for your roommate here.”

You picked your head up, face ridden with confusion. Matthew licked his lips as he held the gift out to you, “I saw it and I couldn’t help myself. Merry Christmas, short stack.”

“Aw, Gube!” Claire squealed. Matthew let her tuck herself under his arm and hug him. “You’re so sweet.”

You stared at the tiny box in your hands, feeling it’s weight. “Thanks...” you whispered.

“Here, open what I got you,” Claired ordered Matthew, stepping over to her bed and grabbing the gift bag. She handed it to him with a wide smile, and giggled as he reached inside.

“Wow!” He cheered, holding the book in his hand. “Holy shit, Claire. This is incredible, thank you!”

“I knew how much you wanted that book so I remembered to get it,” she said. “So, I hope your gift for me is as impressive.”

“It is.”

As the two of them spoke, you opened up your own gift, quietly, hiding it behind your pillow. Claire unwrapped Matthew’s gift, and squealed. “Shut up! Where did you find this film?”

“Amazon!” he replied. “That fancy camera of yours only takes a certain type of film so I wanted you to be stocked.”

You pulled the item out of the box, focused on figuring out what it was. It was cold, metallic, and shone under the light as it was revealed.

“Oh, Gube!” Claire pulled him into a hug. “This is incredible!”

It was an antique. A silver polished miniature ballerina, perched on a pedestal. There was a knob on the side, and when turned, the ballerina twirled. It was precious.

You looked over at Matthew and Claire, watching as they broke out of their hug and looked at each other. “I expect a bunch of pictures when I get back,” he told her, backing out of the room.

“And I expect a professional magician,” she winked. Yuck. Claire turned her head to you after Matthew left, grinning, “What’d he get you?”

You quickly pushed the ballerina back in the box, shaking your head. “Socks. Mismatched socks. Very funny.” You replied.

She giggled, “But hey, a gift! That’s growth!”

“Yeah, whatever,” you grumbled.

“Matthew’s great,” She said. “You’ll get to know him better soon, since he’s coming to the beach with us.”

“He’s what?”

[PART 3.]

#mine #college!matthew #matthew gray gubler/reader #matthew gray gubler x reader #matthew gray gubler fic #matthew gray gubler fanfiction #mgg imagine #mgg smut #mgg x reader #esny

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puckngrind · 4 years

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What’s In A Name: 9 - J. Toews

Chapter 9.

Where we left off: Jon poured his heart out to Bekah and she answered okay.

Warnings: smut, language, mentions of Humboldt crash

Word Count: 3,594

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Okay.

Jon left Columbus to finish the season with just an okay from Bekah. He didn’t push her answer and she didn’t elaborate. It was a lot to process for both of them. Jon felt tense leaving since he laid his entire heart at her feet knowing she could easily stomp on it when she finally came around to processing her feelings and answering him. He didn’t care. He loved her more than anyone or anything in his life. Bekah cared about Jon but the fear was masking so many things for her.

It was hard for Bekah to watch the end of the season for a multitude of reasons but she did. The Blackhawks weren’t making the playoffs for the first time since Jon’s rookie year and with every loss she could hear Jon’s voice ringing in her ears that it was hard to focus on leading his team. She felt a huge ping of guilt knowing she was at fault for his lack of focus. Bekah and Jon talked but she could tell he was giving her space and avoiding topics.

“Whatcha doing?” Brynn headed in to Bekah’s office for lunch and see Bekah clicking away feverishly.

“I was looking over Jon’s new foundation and this collaboration for the gardens.” Bekah answers but doesn’t look up at her best friend.

“Ah! Did you watch the game last night? They won, yes?” Brynn’s face contorts but she recovers.

“Yes. 6-2. You know what he wants to do with this foundation is incredible but could use some tweaking, right?” Bekah finally looks at Brynn.

“Like a mastermind marketing badass could fix if she were to leave say her best friend and move to Chicago with the hot ass hockey man who has professed his love and she just answered okay even though she loves him too and is way too chicken shit to jump fully in?” Brynn raises her eyebrows and shoves a bite into her mouth.

“Wow! You really just...” Bekah leans back in her chair.

“Went there? Yes. Yes. Yes I did. Have you told him you love him?”

“No.” Bekah barely whispers.

“Because?” Brynn rolls her hand to get Bekah to continue.

“Rin, that’s not something you do over the phone, okay?”

“But you love him?” Brynn shoves another bite in her mouth and stares at Bekah.

“I mean...”

“Don’t do this what’s in a name it’s not a relationship bull shit again Bekah! That man poured his heart out to you. Told you he tries to replicate your scent when you leave. Can you imagine him in the kitchen with a spice rack and a splash of vanilla? It’s romantic as fuck and your answer was just okay. And he was fine with that! You told Captain Jonathan Bryan Toews, OM okay... do you know how many women wish they were you?” Brynn sucked in a breath and stared at be her best friend.

“OM?” Bekah questions.

“That’s what you are focusing on? Okay.” Brynn rolls her eyes and chuckles. “You really don’t google him do ya?” Brynn smirks as Bekah shakes her head no. “OM. Order of Manitoba. It’s the highest award the territory can give to outstanding citizens. Jon received it maybe the first summer you two were not defining things.” Bekah’s mouth opens and closes. “Google him friend. I did it recently. There are some super cute pictures of the two of you. The WAG pages think you two are adorable which I will say, they aren’t always nice to the woman so bravo.” Brynn gets up to leave.

“Wait, I’m in his google search?” Bekah croaks out.

“Yes friend. You are considered his girlfriend by everyone but yourself.” Brynn dropped the bomb, waves and walks down the hall.

Bekah types Jon’s name out. Sure enough their pictures from the Gala were in the first line and then from winning the cup and a few more from games including her in the jacket. Bekah could not believe that Brynn was right. The WAG blogs mentioned that Bekah loosened up Captain Serious. Also, one mentioned they were cute together and you could see how much he loved her. That statement was paired with a picture from his 2015 cup win and Bekah felt the lump in her throat. She stared off into space processing everything.

Bekah was working and barely watching the game against the Blues. She didn’t even notice the game was over until Jon’s was calling.

“Hey!” Bekah is greeted by the sounds of almost sobs. “Jon, are you crying? Babe!” Bekah’s voice calm but her brain racing.

“Beks, there was a crash. A junior hockey team from Canada.” Was all he could mustard up before the emotion caught up with him.

“Oh Jon!” Bekah clicked open a new window and searched. Her eyes misty. “Those families.” She whispers.

“Yeah, I’m going to head there next week before you come, okay?” Jon sniffles trying to regain his composure.

“Do you want me to come?” Bekah asked and while Jon wanted her to he knew her time off was limited.

“No but thanks. I’ll see you in two weeks, okay? Lo... Later Beks.” Jon cleared his throat and they hung up.

She clicked off the website and into her email. She typed out an email to her boss. A tear streaming down her cheek and she swiped it away. She hadn’t been in the hockey community long but she knew this loss was one that would stay with them forever, she could feel it.

Two weeks later, Bekah was on a plane to Chicago as planned. Jon waiting for her, this time with a small bouquet of flowers in hand. “Beks!” He pulls her up and kisses her sweetly.

“How are you?” She surveyed his face after an emotional two weeks he looked good but with a glimmer missing from his eye.

“I’m okay. Glad you are here. Let’s go get your bag.” He slides his hand in her’s and she feels a jolt as they touch. He lifts the bag off the conveyor belt with ease. “We can grab lunch then head to my place.”

“Wait!” Bekah spotted her other bag a few feet back and snags it.

“Beks, why so many bags?” Jon’s eyebrow raises.

“I... I... well... Tae.” She looks deep into his eyes.

“Spit it out, Baby.” Jon’s hand lets go of the luggage and the back of his hand swipes her cheek.

“I love you, Tae!” She almost shouts. Jon’s face lights up.

“Say that again?” He leans towards her face unsure if he heard the woman he loves correctly.

“Je t’aime Jonathan!” She giggles.

Jon lifts her up and spins her around. His kiss a little too strong for an airport but he doesn’t care. “Je t’aime Beks!” He places her back down on the ground. “But the fact that you love me doesn’t explain the extra suitcase.” His eyebrow rises again.

“Well, I took a sabbatical from work for the next 3 months.” Bekah’s feels the pink in her cheeks.

“You what?!?” Jon voice echoes off the walls.

“I took a sabbatical to figure out all of this without losing my job. Now I need to find a place to live here.” Bekah bats her eyelashes at Jon with a smirk.

“Oh, if you think for one damn second I’m letting you live anywhere beyond next to me in bed, you must be out of your ever lovin’ mind!” Jon kisses her again. “Let’s go home and celebrate you coming to your senses, m’kay?” He chuckles.

“But you said lunch?” Bekah whined. As Jon envelopes her hand in his. The bouquet tucked in his fingers.

“We will eat. Promise.” He winks and Bekah feels a jolt through her body again.

Jon presses Bekah to the side of his car when they finally reach it. “I’m so glad you love me back.” He kisses her hard and Bekah moans in his mouth.

“You really didn’t think I loved you, Tae?” Bekah captures his cheek in her hands and runs her thumb over his lips.

“Honestly, I thought you were coming here to break up with me. Well you cannot break up with someone you haven’t officially called your boyfriend but yeah. I thought you were coming to tell me you just cannot do this anymore.” Jon’s eyes well up with the thoughts that have been plaguing his mind since February.

“Tae. I... I’m a... damnit. I’m an idiot.” Jon shakes his head.

“You aren’t an idiot Beks. We decided not to call this anything. We are both idiots if anything.” Bekah laughs.

“Well, we might not have used the terms but the internet sure has given us a label.” Bekah smiles big up as Jon stares into her eyes.

“What?” Jon questions.

“Rin convinced me to google you. The internet has called me your girlfriend for some time now.” Bekah pulls him into her further.

“And what do you think about that label?”

“I don’t hate it.” Jon’s lips graze hers. “I’ve learned other things too.”

“Oh yeah?” Jon pulls away realizing they were in public. “Wanna tell me what you learned on the way home?”

“Sure, J Bone.” Bekah snickers.

“Merde. I think I liked it when you refused to look.” Jon looks down at his hand. “Oh, these are for you.” Jon hands her the almost forgotten bouquet of wildflowers and she breathes them in.

“Tae, no man has ever given me flowers for no reason.” Bekah slides into his car after he opens the door.

“Well get use to it Beks. You deserve it.” Jon jogs around and Bekah feels the heat in her cheeks. Jon buckles and looks over.

“Why are you flush?” Jon runs his thumb over her cheek.

“Jon, you are too good to me. I can count on one hand how many times my ex gave me flowers and that’s including Valentines Day and my birthday. We aren’t even whatever and you’ve given me flowers a few times already.” Bekah’s nose wrinkles up thinking about her ex and how polar opposite Jon was.

“Well, as I said when we met. His loss, my gain.” Jon’s jaw tightens as he backs out of the parking spot. “Speaking of birthdays, we didn’t celebrate yours.” Jon places his hand on her thigh while driving home.

“And your 30th is in what a week and a half?” Bekah's fingers dance in his hair.

“Do we need to talk about my over the hill status?”

“I’m 30, Tae. Am I old?” Bekah flicks at his ear.

“There is no right answer, so I pled the 5th.” Jon smirks.

“Can Canadians do that?” The both laugh. “You aren’t old Jon.” He squeezes her thigh and looks over.

“In hockey terms 30 is kinda old. When your career starts before you are 20 by the time 30 hits you start to feel old Beks.” He flinches.

“Well we need to celebrate and I’m not taking no for an answer Tazer.” Bekah bites the inside of her cheek waiting for his response to another nickname she learned.

“I really liked when you didn’t know all the dirt Google has on me.” Jon grabs her hand and brings it to his lips.

“And crowd surfing Tae? Now that was a video.”

“Oh. My. God. Please stop.” Jon’s face starts to turn pink.

“The French interviews.... oof. Is it hot in here?” Bekah fans herself.

“Beks.” His face gets hotter.

“I’ve never seen you so... so... embarrassed. It’s kinda sexy.” Bekah squeezes his hand and he smiles.

“Not sure that is the case but thanks.” They pulled in to his home. “Welcome home-ish.” Jon looks over not sure what she will say and sees Bekah smile. “That smile is what I’m talking about. I was afraid I was gonna get kick back for that.”

“How long are we staying in Chicago for?” Bekah opens the door and Jon already has jumped out and is retrieving her bags.

“We can talk calendar later and I think a few trips are in order since we can actually vacation together.” Jon dips down and places his lips on hers.

“So Tae, which room is mine then? The one guest bed is super comfy.” Bekah twirls as she enters and starts to head upstairs. She looks back at a dumbfounded Jon.

“All of them Beks. All the rooms are yours!” He some how bounds up the steps with both her suitcases in hand making it look easy.

“Well fuck that was hot.” Bekah turns back and keeps going.

“No kiss for that Beks? Come on!” Jon shouts as he follows her up.

“I was thinking of something better since I guess you are officially have boyfriend status.” Bekah reached his master bedroom door frame and slinks out of her tank dress to reveal the navy blue lingerie set that was maybe the most uncomfortable thing to travel in but Jon’s face was fully worth it.

“Holy fuck Beks. You’ve had that on the whole time?” He drops the bags in the middle of the hall almost runs to her, pulling Bekah up into his arms. Bringing her core right to his waist. She wraps her legs around him.

“I was hoping my declaration of love would be well received.” She breathes out. “And that TSA wouldn’t want to do a strip search.” Jon chuckles.

“I would have driven faster if I knew this was hiding under that cute dress.” Jon brings one hand up and behind him without letting her go. His hand pulls his shirt off his body then lets it fall to the floor with the slight switch of his hands on her ass. Bekah’s lips ghosting his pulse points and Adam’s apple then sucks along the base of his neck while Jon pulls her up his abs to remove his jeans.

“How are you undressing without putting me down?” Bekah leans back and takes in Jon’s lack of clothing. Without answering Jon presses Bekah into the wall and she feels how rock hard he is. “Tae.” She breathes in the heat that has ignited between them.

“Yes Beks?” Jon slides his lips from her ear to the top of the lace. Nibbling at her exposed breasts.

“Make love to me.” She smiles remembering Sedona and the way he looked at her then. Now she wonders in that instant how long she had been fighting this love they shared.

“Happily. Je vais prendre soin de vous, mon amour.” Jon whispers before capturing her lips in his.

“Translation please.” Bekah moans when he moves to peppering her jawline then back to her neck.

“I’ll take care of you, My Love.” Jon whispers and carries Bekah to his bed.

“Damnit I need to learn French.” Bekah sucks in as Jon lays on top of her.

“I’ll teach you Baby.” His concentration was on worshiping her body and less on their conversation. Each swipe of his lips and tongue caused a different sound to escape Bekah’s lips. “Do you want me to take this off...” his hand grazes the bottom of her breast and down the corset. “Or would you prefer to keep it on?” He moves lower running his finger between the delicate lace and her hip.

“Up to you Tae.” She breathes out. “It’s all for you.” His eyebrows furrowed for a moment then he lowers the panties and tosses them to the side.

“Definitely don’t need those.” His fingers slide down for a moment. “Now this...” his fingers run up the wire of the corset. Bekah’s muscles reacting to his touch. “this let me think about.” He smirks then kisses her hip moving across to her other hip then her core. All Bekah could think about on the plane ride was his reaction so her body was already all worked up. “Beks, you are so wet!” He licks through her folds and she melts under this touch. His hand glides back up to cup her breast. She captures it in hers and he looks up.

“I’ve been thinking about having you inside of me since the moment I put this on this morning. My clit has been throbbing since you held me in the airport.” Bekah breathes out and without responding, Jon pushes his boxers off his body and slides up to kiss her lips.

“As you wish.” Jon bites at her lip and thrusts in. Bekah moans as the familiar stretch sends a shock wave throughout her body. His hand pulls at her leg so he can deepen himself but doesn’t let his lips off her body for more than a second. Every thrust of his hips causes the room to be filled moans and grunts. Bekah grabs his back as she feels her orgasm build. “Let it go baby. I got you.” Jon’s hand snakes around Bekah’s back and holds her in place as she hits her high only slowing his motion for a moment before snapping his hips back into her with a force that moves both of them up the bed.

“Jon...”. Bekah moans loudly. Jon captures her lips on his again.

“I know Baby. I’m there, Love. Come with me.” Jon whispers and sends both of them reaching their highs. He rides them through it and crashes onto Bekah’s chest. Both gasping for air. Jon rolls over and pulls Bekah to his chest.

“Wow. If I knew telling you that I loved you would cause that...” Bekah finally breaks the blissed out silence. Jon laughs in her ear.

“And we can do this whenever we want since we don’t have to worry when one of us is leaving.” Jon kisses her temple. “Which sounds so damn amazing.” Bekah hums in agreement and her stomach growls. “Fuck, lunch. I’ll make lunch. Give me like 10 minutes.” He kisses her and slips out of bed. Bekah whistles as he bends over to pull on his briefs.

She slides out and grabs a t-shirt of Jon’s out of his drawer. She finds her way to his game room. Her fingers run along each jersey. Wondering what Jon was like playing in each one. “Whatcha doin’ there Beks?” Jon leans against the door frame with a sandwich for her.

“Did I know you for any of these?” She points to his wall of jerseys. He nods and points. “And you have rings and medals and such somewhere, right?” Jon places the plate on his ping pong table and wraps his arms around Bekah.

“Yeah. I’m guessing you want to see?” Jon kisses the top of her head and leads her to a safe off in the corner. Punching in the code he opens it up to reveal his rings and medals and other priceless items.

“Wow Tae.” She laughs picking up the gold medal from Sochi with a nod of approval from him and places it around her neck. Jon tightens his grip around her.

“That medal has never looks so good.” He picks her up kissing her hard.

“You’ve got some serious hardware, Captain.” Bekah bites her lip and Jon’s eyes narrow.

“Want me to show you some hardware Baby?” He groans while pressing her again the wall. He pulls down his briefs and slides into her the gold from his medal cold on his abdomen.

“Oh. Tae.” Bekah kisses him hard and feels him deep inside her. She leans her head back against the wall as he rocks into her. She feels the weight of the medal and her orgasm as he presses her harder into the wall his head buried in her neck. He releases deep inside her and pumps slowly as she comes down from her high. Bekah grabs the medal as he kisses her softly and lowers her back down. Flicking his briefs back on Jon smirks down at her.

“Let me get that.” Jon slowly pulls the medal off her neck and places it back where it goes. Slowly he turns to look at her with a glimmer in his eye.

“What’s that look for?” Bekah walks towards her sandwich feeling her stomach about to start growling again.

“Nothin’” Jon follows her and wraps her up in his arms.

“That face doesn’t say nothing.” Bekah takes a bite and looks back at Jon.

“Well the boys were chirping me about you not really liking hockey or caring about all this.” He points to the things on the wall. “Kaner asked if you’ve even seen my gold medals yet?” Jon laughs a little. “Now that will be forever in my head when I talk about my Olympic wins.”

“Oh great.” Bekah huffed out and Jon laughs hard. “I’m sorry. Can we go back to the boys chirping you about me?” Bekah shifts her body to face Jon.

“Oh you caught that, eh?” Jon smiles.

“Ope...for sure I did.” Bekah’s eyes narrow.

“Beks, the team knows who you are because they’ve seen you and regardless of what we called this until now I haven’t shut up about you. They were all worried the spotlight was keeping you at a distance and you were going to break my heart.” Jon kisses her forehead.

“I... I... I don’t really know how to process that Tae.” Bekah looks up at him and places her chin on his chest.

“You don’t have to process it now. You will officially meet the guys and their wives and such slowly so don’t worry. Summer is here and we all spread out. Speaking of, let’s talk vacation.” Jon and Bekah’s eyes both light up at the thought of traveling.

#Jonathan Toews fic #jonathan toews #What's in a name fic #WIAN #happens in the 2017 2018 season #j toews

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cynic-spirit · 3 years

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The Poem Series (27) A Soldier– John Wick

All Previous Parts here

The danger that soldiers face,

He knows it all too well.

Still, he keeps our spirits up,

As our throats begin to swell

Diana had decided to rescue John. She wont be the damsel in distress anymore. John had taught her a lot and she will make sure he is safe too. Aurelius had information that John is kept on the basement of one of his casino clubs.

In the basement, John was tied to a chair. He was beaten a lot. Borgov was standing with two of his men interrogating John. Every time he asked who put the contract on his brother, John replied with a curse or silence. He punched John. After what seemed like hours, Borgov was tired. John was not a man who could be broken easily. Finally, he sat on a chair in front of him and told one of his men.

“Get the girls to fetch me some bourbon before I go on another round with this guy”

One of the two men with a gun ordered for drinks. Two girls in dresses enter and serve them drinks. John is looking down tied to the chair when a familiar fragrance grabs his attention. This scent, he thought, lavender, with a little firewood, is similar to what Diana wears. Is he losing his senses. Does he miss her so much that he is imagining it. With some difficulty he raises his head and is shocked, but he cannot show his shock either.

Diana was in the basement room holding drinks and serving the two men and Borgov. She was disguised as a waitress. Damn it Diana, what are you doing here, You shouldn’t be here. John thought. Diana served Borgov first who gulped it in one go and asked for a refill immediately. She then rolled the trolley to the other two men and served them drinks. John saw on of the men grabbing her ass slightly and his jaw clenched. You are going to lose that hand, John thought.

Borgov then turned to John once more and said to the women “look ladies, the legendary baba yaga, tied to a chair so helpless”

The women stared in horror. John was getting restless. He looked at Diana, and they exchanged glances. Borgov then finished his drink and was about to hit John again when, he felt his breath choke. He grabbed his neck, and fell on the floor. Before his two men realized what happened, they too fell like cards on the floor. Immediately, Diana turns to John and unties him an dhigs him tight.

“You should not have come here”

“I am here for you John”

Diana then gives John his gun which she had hidden beneath her skirt.

“Lets go, we have only ten minutes before Aurelio blows this place up.”

Diana pecks John on his lips, and touches his forehead.

“They hit you pretty bad John, are you okay?”

“Love, stay behind me”

John still could not believe that his woman had come to his recue, that someone could risk everything to rescue him, that he was worth rescuing. He wa forever alone but now he was more that sure that with Diana he had made the right choice. She was his woman. This gentle soul who had just poisoned three people for saving John. Who would do that for anyone. At that moment, John had decided, when they get out from this horrid place, he will not wait anymore. He is going to marry the hell out of her. He is going to spend the rest of his life, worshipping at her feet, giving her all the luxuries of life.

“there is a tunnel here John, Aurelio will be waiting on the other side” Diana said to him.

They walked though the tunnel. It was the first time, Diana had seen what John was like when he worked. He killed with an agility of panther but it did not scare Diana. What scared her was that she was so in love with him that she had actually killed three men to save him. Slowly they make their way to the end of the tunnel. They climbed up to see Aurelio’s car waiting for them.

John and Diana, swiftly enter the car and were greeted by Aurelio, who handed him a remote.

“End it once and for all, John”

John pressed the button and they watched the entire establishment burn to flames with a gigantic explosion. They waited a few seconds before driving off to their home. John falling asleep in the Car.

When John wakes up he finds himself on his bed. His wounds have been carefully cleaned and bandaged. His clothes are changed, and he feels a lot less pain. Dog is on the floor beside his bed. He turns to see a lily of the valley placed on a crystal vase on the bedside table. Happiness has retuned indeed. With a dep groan, John gets up from the bed. He clutches his waist from one hand and slowly walks out of the room. The smell of fresh coffee and breakfast overwhelms his nostrils. He walks to the kitchen and sees Diana cooking. Her back is towards him, and she is not aware of his presence. For a few moments, John stood and watched as she worked in the kitchen, in his kitchen. With careful and slow steps, John proceeded and grabbed her waist from behind.

Diana gasps in surprise. “Hey!! What are you doing up? You are not supposed to leave the bed”

“I have been through worse”

“I don’t care about that, go to bed John, I’ll get your breakfast there”

“Diana…?”

“Yes..”

“Thank you for saving my life.”

“John… you have saved my life too”

“No, not the physical life, thank you for rescuing my soul”

“Stop being sappy John, get to bed”

“Join me?”

“No. Eat your breakfast, have your medicines, I have to go to college, and if you get of the bed I’ll know.”

“I love you so much”

“Go to the bed John, do you want me to tie you up?”

John looks at her and smirks.

“Shut up John”

“Maybe you should tie my mouth shut too”

“John you have bruises, stiches, and possible concussion, not to mention the big new scar on your back. And still, you have this on your mind”

“I am being a bad boy, am I not professor?”

Diana is now red, some with anger, some with shyness, and other with the sudden need to tie John up and do things to him.

“John.. Please go to the bed”

“Or what.. you’ll spank me?”

“JONATHAN WICK!! GET TO THE BED NOW!!!”

“Yes professor”

With a small chuckle John winks to Diana and saunters back to their bedroom, leaving a very flushed and turned on Diana behind.

After They finish breakfast in bed Diana starts to clear the tray when she hears John.

“John Wick is not my true name love. I changed it when I came to America”

“What?”

“I changed my name”

“What was it before”

“Jardani Jovonovich”

“That’s a lot of syllables” Diana smiles with the tray in hand.

“Do you like it?”

Diana comes close to John. She leans in his ear, tray still in her hand and whispers in his ear.

“A rose with any other name will smell as sweet, Jardani” and then bites his earlobe.

“Don’t get out of bed today, you need rest. I will come back at 6”

“Yes professor”

“John, you need to stop doing that”

“I know. Looks like I am in need of punishment”

Diana exasperates and leaves the room. It has been like that with John for a long time now. She doesn’t understand it. He keeps calling her professor, it gets her all hot and heavy. She wants to tie him up and keep him like that so much every time he says that. A part of her says that he probably is just teasing and riling her up, surely a man like him cannot be tied up, or can he be? Should he be? It happened every time John came back from one of his contracts. Maybe, he was just distressed. That day when she commanded him to lay on the bed when she sucked him off, he was so obedient. It was as if he truly enjoyed letting go of everything. Diana was more than confused. She had started off something that she did n understand. She had to talk to someone about it. Skylar! She thought, yeah, She can help her.

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kchuarts · 3 years

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Flowers in Blood

A/N: God damn you’d think my fingers are smoking from how much I type and think through the day. The ending will shock you as a familiar face makes a return

Summary: Baby steps are key

Warnings: I’M EDGING THE FUCK OUT OF YOU GUYS BUT I AM ALSO TORMENTING MYSELF. FUCK.

Taglist: @lucywrites02, @shiningloki *(let me know if you’d like to be tagged!)*

Chapter 7: Saffron

Slowly, Jonathan held his hands up and closed his eyes. He suspected a bad reaction, but not to this extent. “If you want to shoot me, go ahead.” He spoke quietly, his eyes still shut and heart racing.

Katie cocked the gun, her hands trembling. Her eyes shut tightly as she pulled the trigger, but nothing came of her action. “God Damn it!!” She cried, frantically trying to disassemble the gun in morbid hopes of finding a single bullet. Her thoughts eventually caught up to her and she threw the gun to the side, letting out a sob with her body piling into a heap on the forest floor. The brunette knew from the start that she would never be able to outright kill someone point blank, let alone have it be Pine. “Why!? Why did you come for me!?” She shrieked, getting up with some difficulty and promptly punching Jonathan across the face. “You fucking asshole!! You’re so fucking stupid, Pine!!” She punched him again, seeing that he took each of her hits. “Why won’t you say anything!?” She whimpered loudly, falling to her knees and hitting her fists against his chest while continuing her meltdown. Katie’s limbs ache badly from the abuse from last night and the cut on her chest burned as it hadn’t completely scabbed over yet.

Jonathan caught her fists and held them in his hands, looking at her with sadness. “I was wrong. I should have never told you to leave or said the things I did. Your kidnapping was my fault and I will forever regret my actions.” He felt her rip her hands away from him. Katie’s rage was in the right and Pine would take every last bit of her wrath if it eased the tensions.

“Then why!? Why the FUCK did you even do it in the first place!? How the fuck do I not know you’re lying to me right now!? Is it because Angela said something about me being gone that put your paycheck on the line!? Was it!? I know you don’t give a damn about me so that is probably why you came to get me!!” Her lower lip quivered and she stood up. This was too much for her in the short time span of everything that had occurred. Katie began to limp away as fast as she could, noticing that there was a sharp pain in the side of her hip. She heard Jonathan call after her, but she did not stop. She wanted nothing to do with him. A strong pressure around her arm made her scream loudly as she was yanked back to Pine, squirming. “LET ME GO!! LET ME GO YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!! LET! ME! GO!” Her knee was abruptly stopped before she could get between Pine’s legs.

Pine exhaled loudly through his nose as he struggled with getting the American woman to calm down. “Stop it!! You are truly acting like a child!! Katie, stop!!” He forced the both of them onto the ground, pinning her beneath his body. The agent was really taking some chances with her underneath him like this as she could be triggered into an episode by this alone. “Katie please. I didn’t do it for my paycheck and Angela doesn’t even fucking know! I did this because I am terrified to the core of losing you! I said what I said because I care about you a lot more than you think I do. The way I care about you is very much different from how I cared about your brother, if that is anything to go by.” He began to cry, turning his face away so she wouldn’t see his tears. His chest heaved with sobs and forced him to get off of her, crying into his jacket sleeve.

The words that Katie had just heard seeped in over the action that he performed to get her to listen. Slowly, she sat up and bit her already bloodied lip hard. She wanted so desperately to believe his words but because of how badly he had hurt her, it would take a long time for him to earn her trust back. “I don’t believe you.” She whispered, casting her gaze aside and wrapping her arms around herself. “I can’t. You hurt me, Pine… I trusted you up until we left Russia. I-I wanted to be different and you helped me be just that. You helped me realize that not all men are pigs and I-I even liked you. I thought that maybe we could…” She stopped herself and shook her head. They could be more than friends? Absolutely not. With the type of lives that they led, it would be impossible to be something more than just companions that were close. Maybe Pine did have some sense in his words when he told her she lived in a fantasy. She did expect some sort of fictional romance to blossom from this like in the movies or books… “Nevermind, forget I said anything. Let’s just go back and let Angela know I’m ok. Then I’ll go back to packing my stuff and go back to Michigan.”

Jonathan’s head snapped up at her words and his sobbing ceased immediately. “You can’t.”

“What do you mean I can’t? I can and I will. There’s nothing more for me here.” Katie rose to her feet and huffed, beginning to limp away. What she heard next however, made her freeze.

“We got out of there alive because I-I agreed to helping Poppy get back on track with their drug dealing until next month!!” Pine blurted out, rising to his feet and looking at the girl with honesty. “I understand your frustrations with me, but when I say I would go to great lengths to keep you from getting hurt or worse… I would.” He licked his dry lips and sniffled. Jonathan took a step closer to her, leaves crunching under his feet as he did so. “I am not asking for you to forgive me, I am asking you to trust my word and that in no way did I ever mean what I said back in Russia.”

Turning around, Katie’s green eyes were wide with a mix of astonishment and horror. She blinked a few times before finally taking a breath in that she hadn’t realized she held for a bit. Swallowing her pride, she thought about his words for a moment and looked straight into those beautiful blue eyes that continued to captivate her. “I don’t think I can do either of the two, Jonathan.” her voice came out soft and her tongue felt heavy saying his first name. “But you dragged yourself into this shit and managed to tag me along. I’m not about to say no to something that will affect us all and potentially cause more violence.” She sighed, her breath visible from the cool evening air. A tiny and sad smile touched her lips as she looked at Pine, parting her lips again to say something but losing her train of thought. “Thank you for rescuing me.” was all she could say before turning back around and limping on.

It was then that Pine heard a high pitched squeal come from Katie as she grabbed onto her hip and fell to the ground. He quickly rushed over to her and helped her stand, eyes scanning her form with worry.

“I’m fine. Please, Pine don’t try to suck up to me and think that everything will be ok tomorrow.” Katie pushed away from him and carried onward, limping. Her hip burned badly and she so desperately wished her stubborn ass would welcome the help. It was only a few weeks of underground duty and then she would be on the first flight back to the USA. The sooner she left England, the better. Her heart couldn’t take much more with her strong feelings she still harbored for Jonathan.

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Just as Natalie had promised, two henchmen awaited the pair's return with written instructions of what was to be expected over the following weeks. It had taken them around 3 hours to get back, but Pine had managed to snag a cab while they had walked along the lonely road. The instructions had read where to go, who to deal with, which areas were off limits, when the police were out and about, times, dates, how much of each sale, etc… Jonathan sighed heavily as he sat on his bed, running a hand through his freshly showered hair. He did give thought to letting Angela know that Katie was ok, but Natalie had said she has eyes all over London. Pine wasn’t about to risk having his phone call being recorded and have Katie killed over false pretenses. Speaking of, he wondered how in the hell she was fairing with her ruined apartment. He would most definitely offer her to stay with him, but knew better than that. What she had said today was right, nothing would be ok or back to normal the next day. He could feel the hurt in her voice when she told him so. Pine fell back onto his bed, staring at the ceiling and letting his mind drift elsewhere. He’d rather not think of what was expected of him in the coming weeks as it reminded him of all the horrible things that Roper had him do. Instead, his mind chose to wander back to Katie which was also a terrible choice as he felt his chest grow warm.

Pine closed his eyes, trying like hell to dismiss the growing dirty thoughts of the young woman. It felt sort of wrong in a way with how old he was as he was approaching 40 in less than two years. Meanwhile, Katie had yet to even reach 30 as she was still so young and vulnerable. She had not truly experienced life as he had and it definitely showed. But oh, the way she practically stripped naked for him only a few days ago had awakened something inside of the dark blonde. He longed to touch her bare skin again as she was so smooth, soft. A hand slid down the length of his torso as it crept underneath the band of his sweatpants. Pine stopped and swallowed hard, trying to fight the urge to touch himself to the thought of her. “I can’t.” He pulled his hand out from his pants and growled softly as his cock had grown semi-hard. Curiosity was a bitch as Jonathan examined his hand, bending his fingers around nothing and imagining just how soft Katie’s full breasts would feel beneath his palm. This same hand had been the one to come close to her pussy, but only rest upon her thigh. Logic and reasoning were losing a game that had never been in their court to begin with as an amorous fog clouded Jonathan’s mind. His hand slid back down into his sweatpants and he bit his lower lip as he was now fully erect. “Shit.” He groaned and slid his pants past his hips and took a hold of his cock, stroking it slowly at first. As he touched himself, his mind went back to Katie and the sounds she made from that day. Her panting, soft moans and needy movements that simply implored Pine to continue further and possibly claim her. “Katie- Oh shit.” His brows turned upwards as his hand moved faster, the precum that dribbled from the sensitive head of his cock helping with lubrication. His breaths came out in short bursts, imagining that it was the young brunettes hand wrapped around his impressive length. Jonathan could only imagine how mind blowing she would feel with his cock buried deep inside of her pussy and squeezing him. Seeing her grab the sheets as he pounded into her while she cried his name out and that one word that drove Pine over the edge. His thumb swiped over the weeping slit of his cock and a shudder ran through his body from how sensitive he was. “Fuck.” He cursed, twisting his wrist slightly as he continued to bring himself to a finish. Seconds later, his breathing became choppy and hips jerking upward as he fucked himself into his fist. “K-Katie.” His eyes squeezed shut as he came all over his stomach, spurts still squirting from his length while he stroked the rest of it out. After a few moments, Jonathan came to and licked his dry lips, smacking the hand that wasn’t occupied to his forehead. “Fuck it’s like I’m back in school.” He muttered to himself and carefully reached over, grabbing a few tissues from his bed side and wiping off his fluids. Once he was certain he was cleaned off, Pine tucked his now soft member back into the confines of his sweats, pulled the pants back in position and sat up.

Jonathan looked over as he saw his phone buzzing on the bedside table and picked it up. Angela was calling him. “I can’t.” He said to himself and threw the phone aside, not wanting to risk the previous hypothesis from earlier before. He fell back against his mattress, puffing his cheeks and blowing out air. These next few weeks would more than likely break him if not completely destroy him. Even by the end, what would become of him? Would Angela understand his reasoning? There had to be a loophole somehow. There just had to be. Pine would not take no for an answer.

“Holy shit.” Katie winced, examining the blackened bruise on her hip. She had just returned from the doctors after Pine’s incessant pestering and found her hip had almost been fractured. The gash on her collarbone to her shoulder had been patched up as best as it could. Her nose had been realigned, albeit with a nasty crunching noise. Other than that, Katie had been extremely lucky to escape with the minimal injuries she had. Shaking her head, she looked out of the bathroom and grimaced at the absolute mess she had the displeasure of cleaning up. “Nope. Shower first.” she muttered and carefully rid herself of her filthy clothing. Normally, she would have been absolutely mortified to go to the doctor in such a state. However, this time was different and all she wanted to do was get back to her flat and sleep. She hissed as the hot water hit her grimy skin, moving away and pressing herself up against the wall. After a few seconds, she felt more comfortable to get under the spray of water. Grabbing her nail scrubber, she quickly went to work on getting all the dirt and blood caked underneath her nails, grossed out by the residue the brush cleaned out. When she finished with that, she reached for her shampoo next and hummed in content as her fingers massaged the suds into her scalp. It felt so nice to be in her own shower and wash the very eventful day away. She wondered if Pine had also taken a shower-

“Why am I thinking about him?” She asked herself and rolled her eyes, rinsing her hair out before grabbing her loofah and sudsing it up. As she scrubbed it along her body, Katie let out a soft moan as the material scratched against her nipples. For a moment, she stared at her breasts and set the loofah down to grab her mounds. Her mind wandered to thoughts of how Pine’s large hands could easily hold each in his hands. Katie began to grope her chest and pinch experimentally at her now hardened buds. She continued to massage her breasts, the soap providing some slippery motion. Eventually, one of her hands traveled south the more she thought about Jonathan and how erotic he sounded panting in her ear. That part of the trip along with when she danced with him, was something she would soon not forget. “J-Jonathan.” Her voice turned a little husky as she rubbed her clit in circles gently. Katie’s brain became muddled with thoughts of the agent she so vehemently begrudged. She gasped, slipping a finger into her pussy and whimpering at how wet she had become in the short amount of time in the shower. “Mm!” She slipped a second finger inside of herself and began to move her fingers in and out, wondering how Jonathan’s long fingers would feel inside. It had been far too long since she last touched herself as she felt disgusting after what happened with Travis. “Jonathan- please!” She gasped again, moving her hand faster and panting a little harder. Her hips began to buck up a little in search of more friction as her hand was not enough at all. “Jonathan!” She moaned his name over and over, part of her wishing he would hear her wanton cries. Katie wanted that man to destroy her in every way possible, give her bite marks to show everyone who she belonged to and make her his.

The young woman found the idea of never belonging to anyone else but Pine to be something of a dream. She would not mind at all if she could never be with another man but him. Despite the large age gap, it didn’t bother Katie in the slightest and she found it more of a turn on than anything. “A-Ah!! Oh my g-god!! Jonathan!!” She whimpered, hitting a spot inside of her pussy that sent waves of pleasure throughout her body. “Daddy!!” She squealed, rubbing her clit and slamming her other hand against the wall for support. “Jonathan!!” She was so close as her fingers rubbed faster but that was shortly stopped as lo and behold, Jonathan Pine himself slid the door open and had a full view of her body.

His cheeks became a dark pink as he couldn’t help but stare at the gorgeous woman before him, her skin shining from the water that ran down her body. Pine’s jaw fell agape and any sexual pent up energy he had came back with full speed. “I-I’m so sorry. I just- I heard you and- wanted to make sure-” He continued to scramble for words, eyes focused on her body. “I’ll just g-go.” He nodded, sheepishly closing the door and swiftly exiting out of her bathroom.

Mortified, Katie stood there frozen and pleasure gone. Two seconds later, she blinked and removed her hand from between her legs and stared at the now closed door. Had she really been that loud? “Pine?” She called out, wondering if he was still there. No reply. “PINE!?”

Jonathan stopped mid walk just after he had decided to leave and forget about why he had originally come down to her floor. Had he just heard her call for him this time? Not deliciously moan his name? Pine took a deep breath, calming himself despite the obvious arousal very much threatening to tent his sweatpants. Turning around, he walked back and entered the bathroom with his nerves lit. “Yeah? Er, you did call me instead of er.. You called?” His voice cracked slightly.

“Yes. I did.” Katie leaned against the shower door and her eyebrows knit together. Why did she call him back over? Was it because of the fact she had been masturbating to the thought of him and that she wanted to make that scenario happen? She pressed her thighs together, arousal returning. If it weren’t for her lack of a sex life and hormone induced brain, this would have never happened. “Do you want to take a shower with me?” She ate her words almost immediately as she heard his foot shift and his breath stifle for a moment. They had literally just been over this today! Katie knew that she was digging a deeper hole and couldn’t find the means to stop. “I-I mean, I’m having trouble reaching my back and the doctor told me that I shouldn’t use my left arm.. Too much… yeah.” She partially lied. No turning back now. She made this bed now she had to lay in it.

Thinking back on earlier, Pine found this incredibly strange and he knew he should turn her offer down, but once again the power of pelvic sorcery won over logic. “Will you be ok with that? I don’t mean to over step boundaries or seem like I am taking advantage of you.” He bit his lip and shoved his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants.

“Yes! I mean, yeah I’m ok.” She slapped herself mentally for her resurfacing libido answering for her. For a second, she thought that maybe Jonathan took back his reply as the only thing she heard was the fan and shower running. All thoughts were quickly dismissed as he opened the shower door, looking down at her with his darkened blue eyes. Katie found herself staring into his eyes like many times before, enchanted with his sharp features. She didn’t even try to cover her naked body and felt his gaze drinking every inch of her exposed flesh. The brunette also had a good view of the naked man in front of her. It was like he was carved from fucking stone by the Gods themselves. He was beautiful and just muscular enough for her taste. Katie’s hands flew up to her mouth when her eyes traveled further down but immediately flew back up. She could feel her face grow hot from the view she had gotten. Pine was huge. There was no way all of him could fit inside of her, but Katie was one to try anything once and saw more positive than negative.

“I thought this was just a shower?” His voice had deepened with arousal, taking a step forward and cornering the shorter woman. “Katie, did you really need help washing your back? Or did you call me in here to get my hopes up in the possibility of having sex? I’ll be honest with you right now, despite how you feel about me; when I see you like this-” His hand twitched, itching to feel her, “I don’t want this to be another incident like in Russia.” He cautiously raised his hand up to her face, his thumb gently tracing her bottom lip. “Please, tell me the truth Katie. I had come here with intentions of offering you a place to stay until your room got squared away but now, it seems that I have other intentions. Tell me now so that I am not lost later on or even regret anything that could happen in this moment. I will respect whatever decision you make and it will not impact on how I feel toward you.” His heart thudded loudly, confused by his own words. How much did he really feel toward her? Was it just this moment out of lust?

The girl looked away from him and let out a shaky breath at the feeling of his hand on her skin. What she was doing was completely wrong and she felt horrible by leading him on just because she had been horny. If what he said was indeed true, then what she had made a decision on would be alright. Katie looked back up at Jonathan and felt tears in her eyes, the past events of yesterday catching up with her now. “Hold me.” She whispered, wrapping her arms around his torso and pulling her naked body tightly against his own. The feeling of safety rushed through her as soon as Pine’s arms returned her gesture and held her as equally tight. She began to cry softly and rest her soaked head on Pine’s chest, just letting everything out as he held her. This did not mean she forgave him of any sort but it was the first baby step in figuring out what they were truly meant to be.

“Shh..” One of Jonathan’s hands came to rest against her head as he stood there under the hot water, holding her. He was glad that this had been her final choice and was more than happy to provide any sort of comfort to the shaken young woman. “It’s ok, we’re gonna get through this together. I will make certain that we will see this bloody conundrum to the end, then if you really want to forget me and go home… I understand.” He placed a gentle kiss on top of her wet head, his arousal now vanishing in favor of tenderness.

“I don’t wanna go back home.” she sniffled, taking a deep breath and allowing a few more tears to fall. “There’s nothing back for me except a boring life without purpose- Tr-Travis-” She was quickly hushed by the man holding her.

“Don’t think about him, sweetheart. He’s not here and he will never hurt you so long as I am around.” Jonathan pulled away from the embrace to look her in the eyes, making sure that she knew he was being serious.

The words of Jonathan Pine promising that he would never let any sort of harm come to her from that monster caused Katie to cry harder. “C-Can I stay with you tonight? Please? I’m sorry about today, I’m sorry I’m stupid, I’m sorry I’m a rookie and a burden and-” She felt one of Pine’s slender fingers touch her lips.

He shook his head at her and took her arms gently in his large hands, “You are far from stupid, Katelyn O’Connor. You may be a pain in the ass at times, but never would I insult your intelligence. All rookies can be burdens but the best agents start from that.” He reached up, turning the water off and getting out of the shower. “Come on then, don’t want you pruning up.” He smiled softly and extended a towel to the brunette as he dried himself off. Once she had taken the towel from him, Jonathan scooped his clothes up and changed into them before exiting the bathroom to give her a bit of privacy despite having just seen her naked form. He saw how sad she looked coming out with an oversized t-shirt and boxers, going to her ruined bed to resign herself there for the night. “You can come and stay with me for as long as you like. I have a couch that I’ll take on for myself-” He raised his eyebrows as he noticed her shaking her head. Not another word was said between the two as Katie grabbed her necessities quickly, with some help from Pine before making their way to his flat.

“Can you hold me again?” she muttered like a shy child, biting the inside of her cheek as she dropped her pillow onto his bed. Katie knew she was bound to have nightmares and needed Pine to hold her so he could chase them away. Little did she know, she did the same for him.

Jonathan gave her a smile, “Of course. Come on, we’ve got a lot of work to do tomorrow and we can discuss more in the morning. You can brush your teeth and do your business first, I’m gonna read over the instructions one more time.” He moved out of the way for Katie to take care of her nightly rituals. Pine’s cell phone began to ring again and when he looked over, it was from an unknown number. An ominous feeling passed through the dark blonde as he picked it up and slid his thumb to the right over the screen, “Hello?”

“Brilliant! I was hoping I reached the right person.” The males voice paused as he received no answer from the other person on the line. “What? Don’t you recognize an old friend's voice? Come on Pine! Birch! Whatever you go by at the moment.”

Pine’s knuckles became white and he looked over at the bathroom door before heading out into the hall. “How the fuck did you get my number, Roper?”

#the night manager #the night manager canon divergence #jonathan pine x ofc #jonathan pine #tom hiddleston #spies in love #flowers in blood #my writing #writing #fanfic

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gothamsnightmare · 5 years

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Imagine being Jerome’s older sister that he’s very close to and protective of and him stopping a guy from harassing you.

Pairing: Jerome Valeska x Sister-Reader

Warnings: Death, Violence, Blood, mild verbal harassment (really nothing sexually graphic, but any woman who’s ever been repeatedly bothered by a man before might still find it triggering)

Word Count: 2,494

You were standing at the large table in the Legion of Horribles Headquarters, looking at a bunch of spread out plans, papers and maps, just randomly pondering over various details of your brother’s latest plan, making sure that everything was lining up well so far.

Suddenly Darryl, one of the random inmates that had stayed with Jerome, Jervis and Jonathan after they broke out of Arkham to help, joined you at the table.

Crap, here we go again.

He’d been obnoxiously trying to hit on you ever since he first saw you 3 days ago and found out, to his delight, that you were Jerome’s older sister (well half-sister, technically), born out of another one night stand his mother had with some random guy at the circus a few years before the twins were born.

A relationship that Jerome had been keeping secret from the Gotham public eye so far, but had decided to openly embrace now in light of him finally deciding to also “reconnect” with your other little brother, Jeremiah, something he’d declared you should definitely be a part of, regardless of how you yourself actually felt about Jeremiah and the Twins‘ big falling out years ago.

Truth was, yes, you had always been really mad at Jeremiah for what he’d done to Jerome and for leaving the circus over night (something that had come out of nowhere to you as well), but, since Jeremiah had never chosen to turn on you personally when he told his stories (they were only ever about Jerome), you didn’t even know how you felt about him now.

Still, he had abandoned you as well, so when Jerome had suddenly shown up on your door step a couple of days ago after escaping Arkham, and he told you he was going to finally start looking for “our dear bastard brother“, after initially insisting on staying out of it (you wanted the boys to figure this out on their own, and you weren’t particularly keen on having to see Jeremiah again completely out of the blue), Jerome, being his persistent self, kept reminding you over and over how “that little traitor“ ditched you both, so in the end, you finally agreed.

You’ve always had a hard time saying no to Jerome when he did his begging-little-brother-routine on you (“Come on, sis, family reunions are always fun!“), you loved your little monster of a brother, cause you were by no means innocent either, that apparent genetic desire for violence in the Valeska family was running through your blood as well.

In fact, you shared many of Jerome’s wild, chaotic, fun loving murderous qualities, which is why you two easily got along so well (even though you also happened to share a lot of Jeremiah’s personality traits as well).

Meaning you’d be here to stay and very actively involved, and apparently Darryl figured that was an invitation for him to try to get into your pants whether you liked it or not.

“So gorgeous, how’s it looking? Everything working out?“ he asked, failing as usual trying to seem casual.

You pointedly ignored him and kept studying the papers right in front of you, something seemingly not adding up properly having just caught your attention.

Your eyes, however, narrowed slightly while you were reading, and your jaw clenched, hard.

Why wouldn’t this bastard leave you the hell alone?

He leaned on the table on his right elbow into your direction, making it increasingly harder for you to focus.

Silently watching you for a moment, his eyes were roaming over your beautiful, silky, red hair, the very same fiery red shade as the twins’, currently falling loosely and a bit wavy over your right shoulder, instead of being held together in it’s usual, somewhat messy low bun.

“… you know what they say about red-heads, don’t you?“

Darryl enquired, flashing you that bright, incredibly vexing smile of his that made your blood boil every time you just caught it out of the corner of your eyes, leaning even closer to you.

Internally cursing yourself for deciding to let your hair down a few minutes ago, the tight bun starting to give you a bit of a headache, but something he clearly figured you had done just to entice him, you angrily closed your eyes momentarily and sucked in a very annoyed breath, trying to keep any murderous impulses in check, something you were technically pretty good at, repressing your anger.

It was an ability you usually shared with Jeremiah, but today… oooh, he was really testing your patience, this being the third time within the last half hour he’d been bothering you.

Jerome had been gone all day, trying to get more pieces of information together about the whereabouts of his elusive twin, so obviously Darryl figured that was his chance to strike again.

For most of the day so far, you’d been doing relatively fine, because Oswald and Freeze both highly disapproved of some guy constantly trying to hit on the women of the Legion just because they were there, and they’d both been telling him off several times whenever he was trying to start things up with you again.

Now however they were both gone, somewhere else in the mansion doing whatever, and you were left alone with him.

You had been so overly bothered by this guy by now that you were seriously considering asking Tetch to solve your problem with hypnosis or beg Crane to scare him away from you or better yet, just let Bridgit set his annoying ass on fire, but all 3 of them were currently off with your brother.

Every time he left and you thought you’d finally catch a break from him, he waltzed right back in again.

Your gloved fingers now started to clench on the table, and, looking up at the ceiling, you let out a shaky, annoyed sigh, slowly starting to realize you couldn’t keep your murderous impulses down for much longer, you were starting to twitch with anger and the desire to finally just gut him.

Not wanting to start a bloody mess on the papers in front of you however, you were just starting to consider at least breaking your silence and throwing a few choice insults his way after all, when a familiar sound of footsteps entering the room behind the two of you finally brought you the comforting feeling of Jerome having just walked in.

Your shoulders unclenched as your head snapped back down.

Oh thank god!

“Eh? You know what they say, sweets?“ he repeated, clearly completely oblivious to the sudden danger he found himself in.

Because if there was one thing that Jerome absolutely could not stand, it was when any guy tried to even get remotely close to you.

After all the years of having to watch the creeps your mother tended to hook up with and having to endure their torture and taunts whenever he was around, Jerome got very easily triggered by men who reminded him of Lila’s past boyfriends even in the slightest.

These kinds of men may have managed to corrupt his mother, but they were not going to get you, his favorite sibling, the only one who had ever loved him and accepted him for who he was and secretly always had his back during his rough child hood.

So you knew you were finally safe, the moment Jerome had appeared.

A wicked grin slowly appeared on your face, one very much like Jerome’s, suddenly making the resemblance between you and your brother unmistakable.

Oh this would be fun.

Clearly thinking he finally caught your attention successfully, Darryl proceeded to try to continue with his cliche pick-up line

“… They say -“

Well, what it was exactly that this disgusting pig thought he knew about red-heads, you never found out, because before he could finish his sentence, he was roughly grabbed by the shoulder and slammed down hard onto the chair standing next to him.

Keeping an insanely tight grip on him with one of his white, gloved hands, Jerome quickly moved dangerously close to your tormentors face from behind, taking out his pocket knife with the other hand as he did so.

"Darrrryyylll…. What did I tell you about harassing my sister?“ he asked with a seemingly pleasant voice and a very bright smile on his face, yet clearly implying impending death with each word that he spoke.

Jerome forced the man to look at him with the gloved hand that was gripping his shoulder, twisting him towards him in his seat, a dangerous smile on his scarred face, still remaining relatively calm like he was just going to have a casual conversation with the guy, but his eyes started to go darker with anger the longer he looked at him.

Darryl started to shrink in his seat under Jerome’s now slightly-manic death-stare, desperately trying to come up with a good excuse, but the impending wrath of your brother suddenly seemed to have made it very hard for him to find the right words.

“Huh?“

Jerome asked again, moving even closer to his face, giving his shoulder a rough squeeze, and, when he still received no satisfying answer, just a few stammers, he finally let the blade of his knife snap out.

He moved it up to Darryl’s face, looking at the man inquiringly.

You gleefully watched this scene unfold in front of you, finally that jerk got what was coming to him.

“…nnnottttto dddo itttanymoreee?“’

Darryl finally managed to some what shakily let out, fearfully looking at the tall red-head still bend very closely down to his face.

Despite his intense anger, Jerome started to enjoy the sight of the terrified man shaking beneath him, and, though his hate-filled eyes were exclusively focused on the scum squirming in front of him (as much as this was possible for the guy with the impossibly tight grip that Jerome had him on by now), he was very well aware that you were watching him defend you with joy, so he finally burst out laughing, which made the smile on your own face only that much bigger, and the look in your eyes that much darker, knowing what was about to happen.

“Ah Darryl… we understand each other, right?“

The anger in Jerome’s voice seemed to have suddenly disappeared completely as he finally let go of the man’s shoulder and instead put that arm around him, acting all chummy, all while waving the blade of his knife in front of the guy’s face.

The man shakily nodded, not quite sure whether to keep Jerome’s face or the blade in his sight.

“Then let’s not let my sister -“ - he made a nod into your direction while pointing with his knife - “- get between us - “ - he pointed the knife at Darryl and himself, Darryl not letting it out of his sight - “- from now on, and just - keep - working!“ Jerome cheerily finished, while tapping the man’s thigh with his knife during the last three words of his sentence.

“What d'ya say?“ he then asked as if he actually gave him an option. A still quaking Darryl quickly nodded his agreement, making Jerome laugh out loud again.

Finally removing his arm from the guy and walking around to stand right front of him, Jerome’s scarred face suddenly went completely dark again as he grabbed Darryl by the front of his shirt and roughly pulled him very close up to his face one last time, poking him in the cheek with his knife as he did so, blood instantly starting to trickle down the man’s face.

“Don’t ever talk to her again, buddy!“

He said, and this time, there was no hint of cheerfulness, real or fake, in Jerome’s voice, just plain danger.

“Got it?“

The insanely tense death-stare in Jerome’s eyes was suddenly back too, he kept it up with the man for a few seconds.

Then, apparently quite unexpectedly for Darryl, based on his violent flinch when it happened, Jerome swiftly let go of the man’s shirt to move away from him for good, and went to leave.

Your face suddenly fell.

That was it?

Jerome’s sudden, mature calmness surprised you, you had expected him to proceed to slicing up the man’s throat now, but instead, your brother actually calmly put the blade of his knife away and pocketed it as he walk past you out of the room, not even looking at you.

‘What the hell?’ you thought, looking after Jerome in surprise, who seemed completely oblivious to your outrage at letting the man just get away with this.

Darryl, meanwhile, remained frozen in his seat, still too shaken from this unpleasant encounter with Jerome, just staring after him.

“… Actually, on second thought -“

Jerome suddenly stopped in his tracks, unexpectedly drew his gun, turned around and blew the guy’s brains out.

Blood splattered all across the papers as Darryl’s lifeless body dropped onto the table.

“Jerome, I was trying to keep those clean!“ you exclaimed.

“And, by the way, you’re welcome!“ was his only response as he walked back over to you, tucking away his gun and kicking the dead body off the chair.

Taking a seat, Jerome now grinned at you proudly, he knew god damn well you weren’t mad at him at all.

And of course, with the source of your tension finally gone, your face couldn’t help but start to light up again as well.

You were looking at him, sitting there, being all proud of himself, like a little boy…

This sight of him led to you suddenly letting out a little snort of laughter while somewhat rolling your eyes at him, and, shaking your head, you walked over to him, then playfully grabbed your brother’s chin with your right hand.

Your much smaller frame was bending down to his face to look him directly in the eyes, pretending to go into lecturing-big-sister-mode, while Jerome, straightening up in his chair, likewise pretended to shift into innocent-little-brother-mode, looking up at you intently, still very fiercely reminding you of a little kid.

“You know, honey, you gonna keep doing that, you’re not gonna have anyone left to help you!“ reminding him with that of the fact that this was actually the 4th of his Arkham low-lifes he’d murdered over the last two days just for bothering you.

You let go of his chin to lightly slap his cheek twice lovingly with your gloved hand, straightening up again, wanting to get back to work.

Jerome just proudly flashed you another one of his signature grins, a manic, joyful gleam appearing in his eyes, as he proclaimed:

“No one messes with my big sis!“

And with that, he jumped up again, actually proceeded to plant a kiss onto your temple, and skipped back out of the room, bursting into loud laughter again as he went.

#gotham #jerome valeska #jerome valeska x reader #gotham imagine #jerome valeska imagine #jerome x reader #gotham season four #legion of horribles #cameron monaghan

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okaybutlikeimagine · 5 years

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You Don’t Mess Around With Jim

(where Billy has been living w/ Jim and El for a lil over a year bc he’s been adopted and he never died and he just knows Hopper is a pushover and knows how to use that to his and El’s advantage)

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It’s a calm and balmy night and the roads in Hawkins, Indiana are decently quiet. Billy likes it this way. Back before Hopper took him in, this was one of the few things that he felt made this town worth it: the quiet roads late at night.

The quiet can be suffocating. Billy’s thoughts thrive on the silence; they scream in its presence. Which is why quiet nights on quiet roads make for the perfect canvas for loud as fuck music and races with bad memories. It’s also why Billy got picked up by the local police department twice in his first week in Hawkins. But that’s why Billy met Jim. So he’s not about to lament that.

Billy was usually out later than this, considering it’s only 8pm, but even so, the streets are still quiet enough to be pleasant, especially for a nice summer night like this one. He has his arm out the open window, letting the humid air wrap around it softly as it cuts through the night. When he’s feeling playful, he likes to encourage El to follow his lead in sticking his head out the window as they drive.

But tonight is calm and warm and a little too humid to do something like that, so Billy settles for the softness of the air on his arm. He lets it touch him gently. He closes his eyes and breathes. The less than favorable thoughts of a home he no longer lives in flash through his brain in a second, and they’re gone just as fast. The night is nice.

He briefly thinks of Joyce and her boys and what a weird family they’re going to make when Jim finally realizes what a fool he’s being in not asking her to marry him right now. She’s gentle and nurturing to her children and she gives that same stuff to Billy and El, even though they’re in no way related and she absolutely doesn’t have to. And when Billy thinks about it, he isn’t too surprised about her showering El with affection, seeing as she may gain a daughter (or will adopt her whether Jim gets off his ass to pop the question or not). Plus, everyone loves El and decides to shower her with affection pretty much the moment they meet her. But giving all that gentle nurturing to another boy? To Billy?

It confuses him to say the least.

Anyway.

She’s constantly inviting them over for dinner. She lets them stay over sometimes when it gets late and El gets tired. She’s inviting and strong as all hell and is hard on Jim when he needs it. She puts up with Jim, even though Billy recently found out that they grew up in this damn town together. So that means she’s known Jim for decades and still puts up with him and if that isn’t a miracle in itself, Billy is going to eat his shirt.

But it’s not his job to babysit lovesick adults. He might make it his job if they get completely hopeless, but for right now, he’ll just appreciate the non-TV dinners and the soft, music-filled drives back and forth from the Byers home. Plus, Billy has a bet going with Jonathan about when Jim and Joyce get together and he needs to wait it out a bit longer if he’s gonna collect the reward.

Billy notices the sound of Jim’s fingers thumping against the wheel of the car as the next song begins to play.

~Uptown got its hustlers…~

Jim is mumbling along to the words, very clearly not sure of them, but when the chorus starts, he’s singing. Loudly. Not necessarily excited or anything, just loud.

“They all call big Jim boss… and they say you don’t tug on Superman’s cape. Y’don’t spit into the wind. Y’don’t pull the mask off that old lone ranger and you don’t mess around with Jim.”

He -would- like this song.

El is giggling in the back of the car and Billy eyes her before he looks back to the smile cracking Jim’s face.

“That’s pretty cocky.” Billy says, eyeing the man next to him and being an overall brat about it. He scoffs a bit when Jim turns humorously disbelieving eyes onto him.

Jim laughs as loud as he sings.

“That’s real rich coming from you.”

Billy laughs back at that. He knows it’s true, he’s not one to deny that he’s a cocky son of a bitch, but he shakes his head all the same. He wonders how he got here, listening to old music from the 70’s with the Chief of Police and a girl-raised-lab-rat in the back seat.

Jim looks over at Billy again and just asks: “What, do you think the song is wrong?”

There’s a challenge in his voice and Billy sees a matching challenge in his eyes.

Oh alright, old man. Game on.

Billy doesn’t know what’s running through his blood, but Billy has felt it boil up through the year he’s been living with Jim. He tried to push it down out of anxiety, but when he realized the safety of his new situation, it was a little hard to cool it off. Because getting under the skin of others is a borderline hobby for him. Will has his drawing, Jonathan has his photography, and Billy has his being an overall public menace. Some may say it’s not as “constructive”, but it’s a hell of a lot of fun. People are always telling kids to have fun while they’re young.

A shit eating grin splits Billy’s face and he looks out at his hand sticking out of the window and slicing the air. He hums to himself, alongside Jim as the song continues to play in the background.

“You know what I could use?” He asks, loud enough to make sure El can definitely hear him. “Some ice cream.”

He hears sudden and excited shuffling from the backseat and smiles even wider as he waves his hand around out the window.

“Ice cream?”

“No.” Comes Jim’s voice, firm and sharp. Billy looks in the car’s side mirror and sees El deflate in the back of the seat.

“Seriously, think about it.” Billy continues. “Ice cream on top of some Eggos?” El perks up again, her tongue licking her lips quickly in excitement. “Some of that good vanilla ice cream too, with the little black specks in it?”

He looks over to Jim, who is gripping the steering wheel tighter, knuckles turning white.

“I already said no.” He grumbles.

“Y’know, we didn’t get any ice cream the last time we went shopping.” Billy can hear the smirk in his own voice. He chuckles when Jim turns down the wrong road, closer to the store.

“Or the store trip before.” El pipes up from the back. Billy points to her and gives her a thumbs up.

“Good point. Plus we have some of those cherries at home that we can put on top.”

Billy can picture them on the center shelf of their cabinet: those maraschino ones in the little jars. El had pleaded for them the last time they went shopping, because they’re sweet and sticky and she likes to put them on top of waffles and inside her glasses of water sometimes when Jim isn’t home. Billy had helped her get them, reasoning that they were practically fruit, even though Billy knew that was bullshit. They’re a semblance of fruit, sure, but as much fruit as something bathing in the most unnatural looking syrup can be. Even so, Jim had folded pretty easily.

“Ooh, cherries!”

Jim shakes his head. He’s not humming anymore.

But now El is hitting Jim’s shoulder, her little hand rapping furiously on it as she goes in for the kill: “Please, Dad?”

Billy can’t help the chuckle that bubbles up in his chest as he hears it. He joins in.

“Yeah Dad, please?”

And every time Billy’s mouth forms around that word, it feels less and less like alcohol-infused cotton on his mouth. Sometimes Billy says it without thinking, like when Jim is trying to make them dinner and Billy asks if he needs help, or when Jim’s on the couch helping El read and Billy needs to know where something is in the cabinets, or that one time he needed Jim to hold something for him as he fixed his Camaro. It always catches both of them off guard when it comes out naturally like that. But Jim never makes a big deal out of it, he just lets it float away through the air between them as he responds to whatever Billy has asked him.

But sometimes… he uses it to his advantage. And it works like a charm.

Because Billy isn’t imagining it when the breath leaves Jim’s chest quickly and his knuckles get whiter.

“Fine.” He says under his breath as they take another wrong turn away from their house and towards the store.

El cheers a bit and sits back, pleased. Billy is just as pleased, leaning back and tuning in once again to the song as it ends.

You don’t mess around with Slim…

And this time, Billy is the one humming along to the end of the chorus. His grin doesn’t fade.

~~*~~

Jim Hopper can grumble as much as he wants, but Vanilla Bean ice cream on top of 2 warm Eggos with Maraschino cherries on top was a marvelous idea and Billy thinks he should be rewarded. And he knows Jim is happy because he’s smiling every now and then inbetween bites.

After Billy helps wash the dishes, he looks to Jim with a smirk on his face.

“Can’t mess around with Jim?” Billy asks.

But Jim just isn’t having it, tossing the towel he used to dry the dishes over to Billy.

“Go to bed, kid.”

“Yeah, yeah. Night, Dad.”

Billy doesn’t think as he says it, but his heart stops the second that it’s out there. He turns away as quick as he can, before he can see Jim’s face. His own face is burning and his heart is running as he walks to his room and shuts the door quickly.

~~*~~

“Hop!”

The sound of an irritated Joyce reaches Billy’s ears from his spot on the couch, sitting in between Hopper and Steve.

Joyce stopped by on her way to the store to ask them if they needed anything, and then to check their kitchen when they ultimately said no. Billy has noticed that she likes to do this. It’s completely unnecessary and most definitely just an excuse to come see Hopper, but it makes Hopper smile and provides Billy some entertainment as the two adults trip over each other, so he chuckles through it. Little does she know they just went to the store a night ago.

Steve is over because Billy really wanted to suck his dick.

And the nerds are also meeting at the Wheeler’s house and Steve was already planning on coming to pick El up because Billy doesn’t want to spend more money on gas. But after they drop them off, Billy and Steve are going down to the quarry so they can listen to music and Billy can suck Steve’s dick to the rhythm of a Springsteen song.

But for right now, they’re waiting for El to get ready and Joyce must have just found the 3 ice cream cartons they just recently bought.

Hopper looks over to her like a deer in headlights. There’s a laugh threatening Billy’s chest but he can’t let Joyce see it, so he turns his head to Steve and chuckles into his neck. Steve immediately starts to push Billy away while squirming and whining about being ticklish.

“Hop, can you come here?” Joyce’s voice is all business. She’s clearly not happy.

Billy is pretty sure she set a deal with Hop once they started getting serious to stop keeping so much junk food around. She knows Jim doesn’t make fresh food for them hardly ever. It’s always frozen dinners or fast food. It was probably just fine for the Chief when he was a mess living alone, but now he’s a mess living with two minors, so… frozen dinners every night don’t necessarily cut it. When Billy started living here, he quickly realized he’d have to be the one to make something for the 3 of them that wasn’t freezer burned peas on a tray, if not for him and Hop, then at least for El. No matter how content she seems, Billy still thinks she deserves more than only TV dinners and freezer waffles.

So since Joyce can’t be here every night (except she could if they’d get married), she cut some deal with Jim to limit the junk food in the house so she would know they’re not just living off sugar. They can’t die of some weird sugar overdose if there’s no sugar in the house.

Except...

“Why are there 3 cartons of ice cream in your freezer?” Joyce hisses at Jim. Billy can just hear it from his spot pressed against Steve. He fights hard not to snort, so he bites Steve’s shoulder instead.

“Hey!” Steve yelps, wriggling and trying to brush Billy off.

Billy shifts his eyes over to Hopper when he doesn’t hear the man say anything and notices the man flailing, mouth gaping like a fish as he struggles to bite out some words that might explain himself. It’s then that El walks into the room, a skip in her step and a bright smile on her face, showing she’s ready to go.

Billy gets up along with Steve to meet her at the door when he hears Jim reason with Joyce on a loud whisper.

“They called me dad.” He hisses.

The two kids glance at the adults, who are now looking back at them with wide eyes of shock.

Billy looks to El, sharing a glance of knowing mischief with her, before they give sweet, twin smiles to the adults in response.

A flustered blush begins to color both of the adults’ faces.

Billy gives El a victorious high five.

“Ready to go, kiddo?” Steve asks from behind Billy.

El nods, and waves to Hopper.

“Catch ya later, dad.”

As soon as the words are out in the air, Billy is frozen. Because those words didn’t come from El, who is currently opening the door and skipping out to Steve’s car.

“Hey, babe,” Steve starts, arm out to hold the door open for Billy. “When did you start calling Hop ‘dad’?”

Billy’s going to have a heart attack. He looks over to Jim, who looks like his face is seizing from trying so hard to force down his smile.

Goddamnit. Billy’s chest is too warm.

“Just get in the car, Harrington.” Billy mumbles under his breath, pushing his stupid boyfriend out the door and letting the air cool down his burning face.

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Steve was in the tunnels again. Flames licked at every screeching and wriggling particle of the place. His snorkel mask fogged, and sweat beaded under his brow, stinging at bite marks where Billy’s knuckles had met his bones. His head throbbed, ears barely hearing his own screams at the kids under the rapid pounding of his heartbeat in his skull. They ran back the way they came, or at least, following Wheeler, and Steve was glad years of hurdle jumping had trained him for moments like this. He dove over vines and around corners, using every sense but sight to find his way.

Wheeler went up first, gangly mother fucker, and then Sinclair. They helped Max, but Steve could feel them, those dog things. They curved around corners, unseen, unheard, but Steve could feel them on the back of his neck, licking like flame with barbed tongues and gaping faces. He held Dustin back, readying his bat for the worst.

Only, no dogs appeared, not like normal, not like he was used to. Instead, from around the corner, came Hargrove, muscle-tanked out, muscles raging and enflamed with black vines where his veins would be. Jesus, man, Steve wanted to say, lay off the juice. But he felt rooted to the spot, protecting Dustin, terrified.

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

Suddenly, Steve could see clearly. They were outside the Byers’. Billy stood outside the open door of the Camaro, tongue out, chest out. Steve looked around himself. His head didn’t hurt. This didn’t feel right. Hadn’t he done this? He turned around, glancing through the front window, expecting to see the kids, peeping Toms with noses to the glass, instead he saw the chaos of flashing lights, technicolor. His heart raced.

The door flung open before his hands reached the knob. Jonathan lay on the floor, Nancy screaming for him, shots fired. Steve saw the bat on the ground beside Byers. He grasped for it, nearly missing the handle with shell-shocked hands. The wood felt good in his hands, smooth, natural, like too many summers playing little league. He could taste the sunflower seeds in his drying mouth.

The thing, a mere silhouette against seizure inducing flashes, didn’t stand as tall as he remembered. It held hands up, defensive, but he’d seen it before. He’d killed it before. He could still smell the burning flesh. He cocked his bat over his right shoulder and swung. Nancy called his name, a warning, but it was too late. He felt the satisfying squelch of skin and muscle around the sharp points of hammered nails.

Something felt wrong. He was in his room now, everything was dark, but he knew. He was standing by his bed, fist curled around the neck of the bat. The fuzz drowned in the ringing of his ears, the pounding of his heart in his chest. He was awake. He’d woken from a night terror in his room, and the moon began to pool in from the back window.

“Holy shit, oh my God, oh holy shit!” Robin squealed from behind him, causing him to drop the bat. It hit the ground with a heavier thud than he anticipated. Why was Robin there? In his room? She’s stayed over?

Everything clicked into place the moment Steve saw Billy Hargrove’s body, limp and propped against a nightstand, bat wedged into the spot on his chest already webbed with scar tissue. Billy had been there, asleep on the floor beside the bed, and Steve had had his usual nightmare. Only unlike every other night of his life, he swung and hit. Jesus fucking Christ, he killed Billy Hargrove again.

“Fuck, Billy?” His hands trembled as he reached for the bat. It didn’t come easily, lodged into the bone of the other boy’s sternum. Steve’s stomach churned. It wasn’t the same as hitting the demogorgon or those dogs. The sweat stuck at the base of his neck and chilled him to the bone. He’d never murdered a human being before. “Billy?” He called out again, pleading for a response he knew he wouldn’t get.

“What do we do? Oh holy shit, what do we do?” Robin paced in the background. She wouldn’t shut up, frantic, manic. She was right though, they couldn’t call 911. Billy was on the lamb. No one knew of his existence except the two of them and the workers of the lab he escaped from.

Steve ran a shaky hand through his hair, letting his bat fall at his feet. He knelt near Billy now, fully collapsing onto the floor at the foot of his bed. He reached out for the closest thing to him, Billy’s bare ankle, and wrapped his fingers around it, clenching at the muscle of the other boy’s calf, hoping to hold on to any life the other boy had left.

Billy sucked in a breath, and Robin shut up real quick. Oh, fuck. He wasn’t dead. He wasn’t dead, and he was probably choking on his own blood, and now Steve would have to kill him. Robin launched herself onto the bed, peering over the edge like a bird on a perch. “Is he alive?”

Billy coughed and sputtered, blood splattering the faces of the two watching over him, and he pushed himself to sit upright. “Hell of a swing, Harrington.”

It all felt too reminiscent of the mall, of claws diving into Billy’s chest through his tank top and of Steve watching from above, helpless. It felt like a dream, and Steve was drowning in Billy’s blood.

Billy reached a hand for help, and reluctantly, Steve helped him sit up, propped against the nightstand. The lamp and glass of water jiggled under the new weight. Robin reached up to flick the light on, and the two boys winced as their eyes adjusted.

Scarlet was a good color on Billy, much better than the chemical induced black blood from Starcourt Mall, the infected ooze of possessed Billy fighting off his demons, his own personal hell. The rich, deep red pouring from his chest made his eyes more blue, accentuated the tan of his skin. Steve thought he might vomit.

“I’m so sorry,” he choked back anything but words that threatened to come up.

Robin squeaked her 100th “holy shit” from the bed.

“I’m so going to kick your ass,” Billy seethed, lips accented in red, chest rocking back and forth.

It was a sick fucking joke. Steve could see all the times they’d fought, could still feel the force of Billy’s fist against his flesh again and again and again. He could hear Billy’s demented laughter over the ringing of his boxed ears. When that plate was smashed over his head, Steve was pissed, sure, but he never meant for it to end like this.

Robin let out whispered worried, and Billy side-eyed her. “Relax, shitbird, I’m fine.”

He didn’t look fucking fine, and Steve was far from fine, and he couldn’t imagine what the hell was going through Robin’s mind.

“I’m serious,” Billy coughed. “It hurts like a fucking bitch, but I’m fine.” He grabbed the corner of Steve’s sheet and mopped at the blood on his chest. Great, now he’d have to explain that to mom, not to mention the corpse that would soon be laying heavy against his nightstand.

Steve then realized that beneath the smudged blood, where nail entry wounds should have been, were tiny pinpricks, slowly stitching back together to create perfectly round scars.

“Holy. Shit.”

What the fuck?

---

I’ve been working on this fic for a really long time, and I really felt in the mood to write tonight. So I wanted to get this snippet out there. It’s a major spoiler if I ever write the rest of it, but I don’t know. Keep your eyes peeled for the start of it. I think I’m having fun with the idea of Healer!Billy and Nightmare!Steve.

#stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fic #steve harrington #billy hargrove #harringgrove #language #horror #writeblr #ao3

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johnsbleu · 5 years

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Hold My Hand: John Wick x Reader Chapter 53

warnings: none!

You lay in bed longer than usual, clutching your phone in your hand and waiting for Tess to respond. You had texted her, inviting Jimmy and her over. There's some sports game on TV that John and Jimmy are going to watch, which is perfect since you also asked Tess to bring over a pregnancy test for you to take and you need John to be distracted.

John knows everything there is to know about you. He knows when you’re lying, he knows what you’re thinking before you even do. So sneaking behind his back to take a pregnancy test will be hard, but hopefully if you keep the act up that nothing is wrong, he won’t suspect anything. You’ve been doing great so far.

John is in the bathroom and when you hear the shower turn off, you finally decide to get up. Looking out the window, you frown when you see it's too gloomy for shorts. You pull on some leggings and walk over to the closet for a shirt, and as you turn around, you hit your knee hard on the corner of the wall.

“Fuck!” you yell, stumbling back to the bed with your knee pulled close to your chest. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

“What? Are you okay?” John comes running out of the bathroom, wrapping a towel around his waist.

You suck in a breath between your teeth and nod, “Yeah, fine.”

“What did you do?” John says, kneeling in front of you.

“I hit my knee on the wall, like really hard.” you frown and press a kiss to your own knee, and John laughs. You shove your knee in his face and he presses several kisses to it. “Ah, feels better already.”

“Glad I could help.” he says, and you limp into the bathroom to brush your teeth. “So when are Tess and Jimmy coming over?”

You peek around the corner with your toothbrush in your mouth and see John putting on his boxers, and you smile when you see his cute little butt. He turns around and smiles sheepishly when he sees you looking.

“Tess was right yesterday. You do have a cute butt.”

“Stop.” John starts to laugh and changes the subject, “Jimmy and Tess, when are they coming over?”

You shrug and continue brushing your teeth, “I don't know. I texted her, but she hasn't texted me back yet.” you walk back out and you’re surprised by how fast he's gotten dressed.

He’s wearing royal blue t-shirt that makes his eyes look so beautiful and warm, and he has on his favorite pair of jeans that fit perfectly. He’s obviously just trimmed his beard, and the thought of it makes your thighs tingle. He sits down on the bed and you watch as he pushes his wet thick hair out of his face. He looks so domestic and cuddly today. He looks like husband material. He looks like a dad.

“Jonathan Wick, have I told you lately how incredibly handsome you are?” you say, standing in front of him and he holds your legs tight in both hands.

“Probably, but you can tell me again.” he laughs.

“Well, you are the most handsome man I have ever seen in my life,” you lean down, brushing your lips to his, “And I couldn’t be more in love with you.”

You crawl on top of him and bite at his bottom lip, bringing it into your mouth to suck on it and he rolls on top of you. His lips envelopes yours and he moans in your mouth. His hair is still dripping wet and you run your fingers through it to push it out of his face.

“You're getting me wet.”

John pulls back as a grin spreads across his face, “That’s a habit of mine, isn’t it?”

You shove him off of you, laughing, “You know what I mean!”

John stands up and you follow him into the bathroom as he dries his hair with a towel and brushes it. You watch as he carefully places toothpaste on his toothbrush, and he looks over at you. Your eyes dart around the room and you laugh, trying to not look suspicious.

“What are you doing?” he laughs and starts brushing his teeth.

You shrug and laugh, “You fascinate me, so I'm just watching you.”

“I fascinate you?” he says, words jumbled from his toothbrush in his mouth. He leans over to spit and he uses the back of his hand to wipe off the toothpaste on his chin. “How?”

“I hit my knee on the wall and thought I was going to die.” you laugh, still watching John as he finishes brushing his teeth.

“Yeah, well…” he wipes his mouth off with a towel and looks at your through the mirror, “You’re dramatic.”

“Oh, and you’re not?” you quip.

John scoffs and shrugs, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Anyway, you get…” you wince thinking about it and frown, “Stabbed and shot, and you come home like it’s nothing. How do you do that?”

“Lots of practice, I guess.” he shrugs, and you frown even more.

“Hmm, don't like that.” you say, exiting the bathroom, and John wraps his arms around you tight, holding you in place.

“You don't like to think about me getting hurt?” he asks, and his breath smells like mint.

“That is the dumbest question you've ever asked me,” you spin around and hug him. “Of course I don't.”

“Well, I haven't been hurt in awhile.” he says, smiling proudly.

“Yeah,” you sigh, nodding your head. “I think maybe it's time I get a car, so you can go back to work. I've enjoyed all this extra time together, and I've enjoyed driving your car and you driving me to work, but…”

“I don't have to go back to work.”

“I know you've been refusing jobs, I've heard the phone ringing downstairs.” you move out of his arms to sit on the bed and he sits next to you. “And I know you want to go back to work.”

John looks over at you and shrugs, “I can take the job that I’ve been offered, but I don’t want to. I like being here with you, I like our life. A civilian life. This is what I wanted. This is what I want.”

“A civilian life.”

He nods and reaches for your hand, “I want this life. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be here with you. I want to be with you, I want to have a nice relaxed life. I’m not very young, you know?”

“Well, you’re not old.” you laugh and rest your head on John’s shoulder.

“I don’t think you’ll ever realize how hard I fought to have this life.” he says, and you look up at him. “I fought like hell to have this life. I fought like hell to have you, even though at the time, I didn’t know it was for you.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean…” he takes a deep breath and exhales, “I fought so hard to just come home, I just wanted to come home. I did things you wouldn’t even believe to get to where I am now. All I wanted to do was come back and…”

“Come back and what, John?” you scoot closer to him and squeeze his hand.

“I had the idea that I would come back to my life, I would just…remember Helen and that was it. After some time, I realized it wasn’t much of a life. I could still remember her, but I needed to move on. She wanted me to move on. If she knew that I was moping around the house after everything, she would have been pissed. I needed to move on, not just for her, but for me as well. I wanted to move on.”

“I get that.” you nod, still holding John’s gaze. “Was it worth it? Everything you went through to get here?”

“I would say that it was.” John says, nodding.

You look away from John and play with your bracelet nervously, “Was I? Was I worth it?”

“Oh, absolutely.” he leans forward to meet your gaze and he smiles wide, “If I had to, I would do it all over again just to be with you.”

“I love you.” you laugh tearfully and lean over to kiss John several times, “Anyway, that job, I still think you should take it.”

“You think so?”

“Yeah,” you stand up and walk over to the mirror, making sure you look presentable. “I think you should take it. Gotta keep up appearances, right?”

“Well, no…”

“Oh, right,” you look at John through the mirror as you smile, “You’re John Wick.”

“Anyway, it'd be an easy job, quick in and out.” he says, wrapping an arm around your waist. “I love you, beautiful.”

“I love you, too.” you say, then hold your breath when John’s hand lingers on your stomach for a moment.

Resting your head against his shoulder, you tilt your head up to kiss John, and he opens his mouth to taste your tongue, so you slip it into his mouth as he moans quietly. His lips on yours become unrelenting and his hands begin caressing your hips. He slides his hand to the waistband of your leggings and you start to laugh against his lips.

“John,” you warn, “Not now.”

“Damn!” he snaps his fingers as he backs away and reaches back out to playfully slap your ass. “I should take Bleu for a walk anyway.”

You skip down the stairs and see Bleu waiting patiently near the front door. When he sees you, he quickly runs over to greet you. You'll never get over how much Bleu loves you and how much he loves John. They really are your boys, and you can't imagine not waking up to see Bleu at your feet and John laying next to you.

“Mommy loves you so much,” you say as John kneels down next to you and scratches Bleu on his head. “Say it.”

“Say what?”

“Tell him you love him.” you sit cross-legged on the floor and John scoots behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Bleu,” he says, tilting his head back as Bleu tries to lick his face. “I love you.”

“No, you know what I mean. Say 'daddy', do it, John.”

John looks at you quickly when he hears you say that word, and he starts to blush, leaning over to kiss you, but you back away. You raise your eyebrow and nod towards Bleu.

“Bleu, daddy loves you.”

You cover your mouth with your hand as a smiles spreads across your face, “That is so fucking cute.”

Bleu pounces to get John to play and you flop onto the floor, crawling with him and getting him riled up. He barks at you and when you look over your shoulder, you see John staring at your ass.

“Hey, Wick. My eyes are up here.” you say and wiggle your ass in John’s face.

You both start to laugh, and you roll over onto your back as John crawls on top of you. He starts to tickle you, making you squeal and squirm under him. Bleu moves between you and John, plopping down on your chest and he barks softly at John.

“Oh, my god!” you laugh and reach up to pet Bleu, “He's protecting me.”

“Hey!” John playfully yells at Bleu and tries to pull him off of you, “She's mine.”

“Boys, no fighting.” you laugh, finally shoving Bleu off of you and replacing him with John. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” he says, groaning as he stands back up and reaches out for your hands to help you up. He looks at Bleu, who is sitting perfectly still staring at him. “You wanna go for a walk, boy?”

Bleu runs to the front door, whimpering and hopping in place when he sees John still standing next to you.

“Just leave me here alone, it's okay. I'll just...suffer.” you drape yourself dramatically over the couch, whining, “Just gonna die without you here.”

“Oh, the drama.”

You laugh, “Well, you did say I was dramatic.”

“I figured because it’s cold and rainy that you wouldn’t want to come with.” he brushes his thumb against your cheek and smiles, “I don’t want you getting sick either. It’s pretty cold out, but if you want to come with, then come with us.”

You consider it for a minute until you see the sky; gray and drizzly. You shake your head and wrap your arms around John's waist from behind as he starts walking to the door and your socks slide on the wooden floors, pulling you with him.

“Tess and Jimmy will probably be here soon anyway, so I should get all the lunch stuff set out. Plus, Tess is bringing over her baby book stuff, so I'm gonna help her with that while you Jimmy watch...”

“A baseball game.” he says, hooking Bleu's leash to his collar.

“Baseball, that's interesting.”

“I'll be back in a bit.” he wraps his arms tight around you and presses a kiss to the top of your head.

You watch John walk down the driveway, and you hate how much you’re missing him already. You grab your coat from the closet and quickly put it on, then pull on your rain boots. You grab the umbrella from the holder near the door, then run down the driveway.

“Wait!” you yell, running down the driveway, “Wait for me!”

John turns around and smiles, “I knew you’d come with.”

You wrap your arms around his bicep and smile, “I just can’t stay away from you.”

John and Jimmy have made themselves sandwiches and are already planted in front of the TV. John doesn't strike you as the type to be into sports and he's admitted that he’s not, but you know he just likes to spend time with Jimmy. It warms your heart to know John has best friend.

Leaning over the back of the couch, you wrap your arms around John and whisper in his ear, “Have fun, baby.”

His mouth is full of food, but he tilts his head back to kiss you anyway. You back away, making sure John doesn't suspect anything and quickly walk over to Tess in the kitchen.

“Did you bring it?”

“Nope, totally forgot.” she says sarcastically as she pulls out the pregnancy test from her purse. “Yes, of course I brought it. You texted me like…12 times.”

“Well,” you shrug, “I didn’t want you to forget it.”

Tess leans back against the counter and scrunches her eyebrows, “I’m confused, so do you think you’re pregnant because your period is late, or because the sex was so good that you thought he got you pregnant?”

You give Tess a blank stare, then roll your eyes, “How dumb do you think I am?”

Tess laughs loudly and shrugs, “Well, I don’t know.”

“Should I take it now?” you ask, looking at it. “I don't know how this stuff works.”

“Yes!” Tess yells, and you put your hand over her mouth.

“Shut up!”

“Sorry.” she whispers. “Go take it. I'll come with. Guard the door.”

“Because that won't be obvious.” you say, tucking the test in the sleeve of your sweater and walking out of the kitchen.

John sees you from the corner of his eye and looks over as you walk through the living room. You wave and give him a sweet smile, praying he has no idea what you're up to. Locking yourself in the bathroom, you stare at yourself in the mirror, and your hands slide over your stomach as you lift your shirt, staring at it.

There could be a baby in there...right now, right this minute.

You shake your head and sit on the toilet, carefully sticking the test between your legs and quickly relieving yourself. You place the test on a piece of toilet paper on the counter and hear Tess knocking persistently on the door, so you let her in.

“What do I do now?” you ask, and your voice shakes.

“Wait. We just wait.”

You close the toilet seat and gesture for Tess to sit down. The two of you stare at each other for a moment and she laughs, rubbing her belly. “We could be like our moms. Best friends with kids.”

“We could.” you nod and sit on the floor. “I just...”

“You don't want a baby? I mean, I know you said you're happy either way, but I always thought you wanted kids…”

“Yeah, we've had a…vague conversation several times now. He knows how…hesitant I am because of my dad, and he was so understanding when I told him all about my dad. I mean, I’ve always wanted kids, you know that, but…” you take a deep breath and sigh, “I just don't want to ruin his entire life if I am. He'd probably try to quit his job, and then we'd have to change one of his rooms into a nursery.”

“You don't even know if you're pregnant yet, calm down. John loves you. He already tried to change one of his rooms into an office for you. You don’t need an office, but John was going to make one for you anyway.” she laughs and shakes her head, “He obviously doesn’t care about that stuff. If he did, your stuff wouldn’t be every where. Smelly soaps, candles, and your hair ties, your shit is everywhere.”

You sigh and nod, resting your head against the wall, “Did he see you come in here?”

“Who? Mr. Assassin Man? No, I'm pretty good at sneaking around him.” she laughs.

“I am so sorry about that. I know we're close, but John doesn't realize how close we are. He doesn't understand...sibling dynamics. Doesn't understand that we share everything with each other.”

“I still cannot believe how...big he is.” she says, holding her hands up to figure out how big he is. “You certainly didn't share that with me.”

“Please do not ask me how many inches he is.”

“Do you know?” she laughs, raising her eyebrows. “Hold on, you're a week late but you two still had sex yesterday?”

“Well, I mean, if I’m pregnant, then I’m pregnant. Having sex yesterday wouldn’t change that.”

“True.” she nods.

“But I wasn't really thinking about that at the time. I had felt a little sick the other night when I got home from work, but just assumed I was a little nauseous since I hadn’t eaten since breakfast, and on top of it, I had a headache. Then John was just…telling me how much he missed me because we hadn’t really had time for ourselves this past week since I had been working so much.”

Tess reaches for your hand and frowns, “You should have told me, I would have taken over a shift or something for you. You’ve done that before for me.”

You shake your head, “No, it’s okay. Anyway, we just started talking and I just got caught up, I guess.”

“Yeah, I'm sure your brain goes completely blank when he whips that thing out.” she snorts loudly.

“Oh, god. This is the longest two minutes of my life.”

Tess looks at her watch and laughs, “Time’s almost up.”

You almost fall over from standing up so quickly and you look at Tess. “What does what mean again?”

“Two lines is yes, one line is no.”

You pick up the test in your hand and close your eyes, handing it to Tess. “What does it say?”

“Um…” she takes it from you and starts laughing.

Positive, it's positive. You're pregnant. John is going to die. No, calm down. Take a deep breath.

“Tess!” you yell, and you know John has heard you. “What does it say?”

She turns it around and frowns, “Negative.”

You sigh and take the test from Tess, “Are you sure?”

“Yeah, honey. I'm sure.” she gives you a weak smile and rubs your shoulder, “You're not pregnant.”

You didn't expect to feel this sad, but you have to admit, you're also pretty relieved. You feel the tears warm on your cheek and you close your eyes, tilting your head back. Tess quickly gets up and hugs you, patting your back and rocking you.

“I know it sucks.” she whispers as you start to cry. “I’ve been there. Before I found out I was pregnant, I had a scare. It was back when Jimmy and I had just started dating, and I didn’t know what to do, I didn’t know how he’d would have reacted.”

“What?” you lean back and look at Tess. “You never told me this.”

“I know, I’m sorry.” she says and tears up a little, “Jimmy and I had gone on…maybe two actual dates. It was literally like a month after I met him. Everything with John was happening with you, and I just didn’t want anyone to be stressed out, so I just kept it to myself. I sat in the bathroom and cried for two hours straight when the test came back negative. I just turned on the shower and sobbed on the floor. Jimmy had no idea. He still has no idea.”

“Do you think I need to tell John?” you ask and turn to the mirror, wiping away the tears from your face.

“Honestly, that’s up to you.” she says with complete sincerity. “I can’t tell you what to do.”

“Since when?” you laugh.

She looks up at you, gasping and pretending to be offended. Her stomach grumbles and you both laugh. “Well, you might not have a baby in your stomach, but I do and they are hungry.” she looks down at her belly and laughs. “Okay, okay. Mommy is gonna feed you right now.”

John looks at you carefully when you walk back into the living room, and you pray like hell that he has no idea what you were doing. You plop down on the couch next to him and reach for his hand, intertwining your fingers with his and look up at him.

“Are you okay?” he asks, quietly.

“Yeah, why?” you snuggle into his side.

“I just heard you and Tess in the bathroom…yelling or something.”

You laugh and shake your head, “Oh, it was nothing. Tess was just talking about yesterday again.”

“Oh.” he smiles and lets go of your hand to wrap his arm around your shoulder.

Tess takes a big bite out of her sandwich as she sits down in the chair across from you, “Oh! We decided on some names.”

“Tell me.”

“Well…” Tess pulls out the book the two of you had put together when you were little and hands it to you. “I wrote down a shit ton of names, and now that I have to name my child, I’m realizing how many of these names I actually hate.”

You open the book and see Tess’ baby name page filled with names. You flip to the next page and sees yours, only several are written down. John sits up a little and leans over to look at the book with you.

“Charles?” John asks, looking at you.

You laugh, “Yeah, imagine a chubby little boy named Charlie. Cutest shit.”

“You always had good names picked out, and Wick is a great last name, so anything will sound good with it.” Tess says, and you glare at her as she struggles to change the subject. “Isn’t…uh, isn’t your middle name Charles?”

“It is.” John nods, still looking at the book.

“Anyway, back to me. I still love the name Juniper, oh, and also Hazel. And of course, Skylar is still one of my favorites. Okay, so maybe I had more names than I thought.” Tess says, smiling wide, but it slowly fades, “Uh, but since she’s not here, I thought Claire would be cute.”

“I think it would be perfect.” you reach out to hold Tess’ hand and she starts to cry a little harder. “Your mom would be very happy and very proud of you.”

Tess covers her face as she cries, then fans herself, “Okay, that’s enough. That’s all we decided for girl names. I hate every other name in here. I love the name James, so we’re going to use that for the middle name if this little goob is a boy.”

“What about the first?” you ask and smile wide.

Tess looks at Jimmy and they smile at each other, “Finn.”

“I knew it.” you laugh. “You always loved that name. Finn James Hendricks, I love that. Can’t wait to call him Finny James.”

“God, please don’t.”

You lean across the table, talking to Tess’ belly. “Auntie can’t wait meet you, Finny James.”

“I don’t know, Tess. I kinda like it.” Jimmy laughs.

“Oh, uh, also, I have all these pages in the baby book for shit about my parents...first date, their reaction to the news that she was pregnant, my first word.”

“You should call my mom, she can help with all that stuff. She probably has your baby book somewhere in the basement.” you say, looking through the book. “I’m sure she’d love to help too, she’d feel like she’s being included.”

“Yeah, we were on the phone the other night talking about what the baby is going to call her. She’s settled on Grandma. She said granny and grandmother are too old.”

“Yeah, because mom is so young. She’s gonna love being a grandma though. She had a baby book for me, but she stopped writing in it when I was around six. Guess she got too busy.” you look up at Tess and frown, “I didn't mean it like that.”

Tess laughs, “You're not offending me, you always think you're offending people.”

“You really do.” John chimes in and you turn to him.

“Why do you two always team up on me?”

Jimmy leans back on the couch and nudges your shoulder, “You do though.”

“Oh, all three of you now. I need new friends.” you joke.

“Well, I need a nap.” Tess scoots in between you and Jimmy on the couch, resting her head against his shoulder and stretching her legs across his lap. She looks up at him and smiles as she leans in to kiss him. He presses a kiss to her forehead and she closes her eyes, falling asleep.

“We need a bigger couch,” you whisper to John, and he gives you a tight lipped smile. “I'm not bothering you, am I?”

“Why would you think that?”

You hold John’s gaze for a moment, and it’s almost like you can see the wheels turning in his head. John is a smart man, a very smart man, and he’s figuring out that you’re hiding something. Then again, you’re terrible at lying about anything.

“Oh, uh…” you shrug, “I don’t know, I guess because you’re having a dude’s day and you’re watching your game.”

John shrugs and pulls you into his lap, “I don’t mind.”

Jimmy yelling startles you and open your eyes fast. He quickly reaches out to pat your leg and apologizes. “Sorry, I just got excited. We won.”

“You're okay.” John starts to laugh and rubs your cheek. He pushes your head back down on his chest and rubs his beard against your forehead. “Go back to sleep.”

Tess sits up straight and stretches her arms out in front of her. “We should go, we’re still packing up the apartment, we’re almost done! Also Jimmy's mom bought us a bunch of baby shit, I guess, so we have to go over and get it.”

Jimmy turns to Tess, looking at her confused. “She did?”

“Yes, James. She called me about it last night, and I told you that.” Tess looks over at you and rolls her eyes, “Never listens.”

You climb out of John's lap and stretch, “I'm sorry, I didn't even help you with your book.”

“It's okay,” she hugs you, then turns to hug John. “Maybe I'll come over this week and we can work on it.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

Heading into the bathroom, you see the pregnancy test on the counter and nearly faint, “Fuck!”

You forgot to get rid of it when you found out it was negative, you idiot. You wrap it in toilet paper and throw it in the garbage quickly, and you turn around to see John looking at you.

“What?”

You stick your tongue out a little and sigh, “Bit my tongue.”

“Sure.” he nods and walks past to his office.

He knows you're lying. You really need to learn to lie better...or maybe you need to stop lying to him.

You lean against the door of his office and stare at him for a minute. He's clicking away on his laptop, and he looks up at you for a moment before resting his head on his fist, looking back to the screen. You sigh and shuffle in place, hoping to gain his attention, and you huff when he doesn't look up again.

“What are you doing?” he asks, still looking at the screen.

“What are you doing?”

“Researching some stuff.” He still doesn't look up, and you start to pout as you inch your way closer to him. You stand in front of his desk and he finally looks up at you.

“Stuff about Rome?” you ask and smile.

He shakes his head and looks back at the computer, “No.”

“Oh. Um, can I be in here? I mean…” you bend over his desk and rest your head on your hands, “Is it okay?”

“Yeah,” he holds your gaze for a moment, “But I'm just looking up some stuff.”

“That’s never stopped me before. I can just keep you company!” you say and stand up straight, smiling at John.

He sighs and looks back at the computer screen. He wants you to leave, he'd never say it, but you can see it on his face. Maybe he just wants to be left alone.

“Never mind, my stomach…it’s, you know, it kind of hurts actually. I'm just gonna go lay down.” you say, and John opens his mouth to say something, but you turn before he can.

Bleu follows behind you to the bedroom and plops down on the bed as you quickly change into your pajamas; your favorite silk and lace nightie that you know John loves. You lotion up your legs and change positions several times, hoping John will come up sooner rather than later. After ten minutes, you flop back on the bed and groan loudly.

“Get down here!” John yells from the living room, and you sit up straight.

You look at Bleu and laugh, “I guess he heard me.”

“Now!” he yells again, and you almost jump when his voice sounds so angered. You hop up from the bed and grab your robe, tying it around your waist when John yells again.

“Calm down, I'm coming.” you say as you trot down the stairs. You freeze in place on the steps when you see John looking at the pregnancy test in his hand. “Oh.”

“That's all you have to say?” he stares at you and holds up the test in his hand. “You wanna explain this?”

Crossing your arms across your chest, you shuffle in place a little, “I...”

“You were just going to hide this from me?” his voice is rough and aggravated.

“You're digging through my trash now?” you ask, walking closer to John.

“This is my house.”

“Really, John?” you start to laugh in disbelief and shake your head, “I know you, and I know you don’t feel that way. Don’t throw that in my face just because you’re hurt. I get that you’re upset at me and I get that I hurt your feelings, but hurting mine in return isn’t going to make you feel any better.”

John’s eyes grow sad instantly and his gaze is slowly falling towards the floor, and you can tell he regrets what he’s said. He’d never intentionally hurt your feelings, but he’s just mad and he’s not thinking straight.

“I am…so mad right now.” he says quietly, and he looks back down at the test, sighing and tossing it on the table. You both watch as it bounces a few times before sliding off the table and onto the floor. “You were just going to hide this from me rather than telling me?”

You shuffle in place a little and shrug, looking at the ground to avoid eye contact with John. Finally looking up at him, he shakes his head and sighs loudly, and you swear he’s on the verge of tears.

“I’ve never been this disappointed.” he mutters, and you feel like your heart is being ripped right out of your chest. “I should have known. I should have known this would happen.”

“John…” you take a few steps towards him and he backs away, then he looks at you and shakes his head.

He's mad and he's got every right to be. If the roles were reversed, you probably would be too. You should have just told him, but the damage is done. You hid it from him, and now you have to deal with the consequences. You know you’ll be able to work it out if he gives you the time to talk it out, but right now he's getting quiet, which is ten times worse than him screaming.

“Be honest, were you going to tell me?”

You sigh and shake your head as you sit on the arm of the couch, “Honestly, no. I probably wasn't.”

He takes a big breath filling his chest with air, and you prepare yourself for him to scream, but instead he turns around quickly and heads for the door.

“Where are you going?” you follow behind him, trying to grab his arm. “John...”

“Out.”

“What do you mean? Can we talk about this? Stay here, John. Stay here and talk to me, please.” you say, practically begging.

He puts on his coat and stares at you as he pulls his keys out of the bowl near the door. His face is anger, but it’s also so sad. So fucking sad.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you, John.”

John shakes his head and scoffs, “What did you mean to do then?”

You feel your eyes starting to burn, and your vision is blurred as you begin to cry. He looks at you a moment longer, and you wipe your eyes to see him better.

“Can you at least let me explain myself? You’re not even giving me a chance.”

John opens the door and turns to look at you, “How are you going to explain this?”

“I…” you start to talk and John shakes his head. “So you're just going to leave and not tell me where you're going?”

“Guess we're both hiding things from each other now.” he says, then he slams the door shut behind him.

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Vanishing point: Chapter Two

prologue - one - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight

We’re in the second chapter folks. Also Santino gives a guest appearance because I’m a hoe for him his character is the plot fuel.

Words: 3399; Warnings: some sexual tension and few angsty bits; Summary: Juliet and John decide to visit one of her oldest friend, so they can form a plan on how to assassinate Santino, but the man himself surprises them with his visit.

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The sun was peeking through the curtains and when ray of sunlight hits her face she’s awake. She’s not immediately aware of her surroundings but she feels the warmth of another body lying close next to hers.

She turns over as slowly as she possibly can, worried that her movement could wake him too soon. The sight of the man curled into the white duvet next to you pulls something in her stomach. He is so still but she can see how his chest rises with every breath he takes, she can hear his little snores. His mouth hangs open a little, his lips parted against the pillow. His hair lays round him forming some sort of blackened halo and it makes Juliet want to run her fingers through it. His nose crinkles a little when he inhales.

There were many years in which she wasn’t that intimate with anyone. Of course her greatest asset was her body and how she doomed every man that decided to fall under her charm, but this: the sight of John curled up close to her felt more intimate than anything she’s ever done full naked.

As she slowly shuffles closer to him, pressing her body against his chest, her hands touches his bare skin, feeling how his chest rise beneath her fingertips. His skin is warm, gives her this feeling of finally being in a place she could call home, after all of those years of being homesick. With little kisses pressed gently to his collarbone she wakes him up, but only a little, the mist of sleep still all over his mind. Few groans of approval fall from his mouth and it feels like he’s inching his still tense body closer to her.

John tilts his neck a bit, giving her a better access. She moves her lips across his neck, leaving little kisses in all those places she can reach.

“Can you remind me what we’ve done last night?” he breathes out after a moment, his voice still a little bit hoarse.

“Well… we got drunk. I tried to fuck you, but you just fancied sleeping more, so I gave up that idea and went to sleep too” Juliet shifted away a little, so she could look at him. His hair was an absolute mess and half lidded eyes were the indicator of how tired he still was, “We need to get shit done tonight, Jonathan. And also we still have to question that bitch who tried to kill us, remember?” upon hearing her question he mumbled few incoherent words and turned to the other side.

She sighed, moving closer to him, her hand firstly brushed against his ass, making him whiter a little, then she placed it on his hip and as she began to move it onward, he turned around to face her.

“What do you want?” John asked her, his eyes scanning her features wrapped in his white shirt, an imprint of her lipstick pressed into its collar, “Are you wearing my shirt?” he already knew the answer, but enjoyed the way she nodded her head crawling closer to him, “Keep it.”

When he stood up from the bed she let out a sigh full of disappointment watching him put his trousers on, getting ready to leave her room.

“How much time do you need?” she was lying on her stomach, her ankles crossed in the air. There was something in her eyes he couldn’t name, but it seemed like he saw this gaze in Helen when they were still dating.

“How much time do YOU need?” he fixed his belt and leaned closer to her. Juliet lifted her body a little, inching closer to his figure. Wick brushed his hand over her hair and she closed her eyes for a moment.

“Few hours, I need to eat something first. I’ll ring your room or I’ll ask Charon to do it for me” his hand stopped on her cheek and he cupped it just for a moment without leaving her room in silence.

This man still felt like a mystery to her.

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After shimmying into the transparent material, smoothing it down her curved body and looking back at herself in the mirror while fixing her hair into a neatly formed up do, she coated her lips in the universal shade of Russian Red. There was nothing else to fix, since she did the rest of her dark evening makeup beforehand.

John was standing by the door, waiting impatiently, holding his breath when Juliet stepped out of the room, the doors swinging close behind her, with eyes shining brightly, the view of her taking hold of him instantly, his gaze flickering down her body.

At first glance, it looked like she wasn’t wearing anything at all. It was simply a shiny transparent fabric that made up what was actually on her body but for the most part, it looked like someone hand painted crimson colored roses right onto her soft skin, accentuated them with shimmer silvery parts, covered the shape of her breasts beneath those flowers, the dress itself barely covered anything, left too little to the imagination, her entire body was right on display.

He sucked in a breath he didn’t realized he was holding since the moment he walked from her suite,“I thought I told you to get ready” he stated, his eyebrow raised in irritation, his lip stretching slightly.

Juliet’s eyes widened, “I’m ready” she said, tilting her head slightly as she slowly approached him, her sandals muffled by the carpet. Probably a new pair, black with outrageously high heel, sprinkled with silver dust and sharp studs in matching shade placed around the heel, “This is my favorite, I love to get things done in this one” she added, twirling around as she moved closer to him.

“Oh yes, I can tell which things you have in mind, but…” he scanned her figure with his gaze again wetting his lips, “No.”

She furrowed her brows, swallowing. The appreciation in his face when he looked at her when she walked out of her room was too obvious. Of course he liked the view he had right in front of him, all he had to do was to reach out with his hand and he could graze her skin with his fingertips. His eye twitched slightly, his hand balling into a fist, “I told you that you were supposed to be a distraction, but that’s not what I meant.”

Her lips parted slightly, then closed, a big smile forming on them and she took a small breath, biting down on her bottom lip, “Am I too distracting for you, Jonathan?”

“Yes, you fucking are” his jaw was tense, eyes still glued to her figure, “I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to wear… this type of… dress.”

Her gaze darkened and he licked her lips again, taking a step closer to him, “What’s wrong with it, Jonathan? Ti piace ciò che vedi?”

John swallowed hard, his skin stretching over his Adam’s apple and he pressed his lips firmly together. There was no way he was going to take her out in public the way she looked now, not because he didn’t like the way she looked, but because he liked it too much, and he was too scared it could lead to many other things he wouldn’t like to do, simply for Helen’s sake, “Everything… I mean, uhm-” she took one final step closer to him, pressing her body closer to his and he stumbled backwards, his back hitting the wall.

“I know that you like what you have in front of you” she touched his thigh and he flinched, “credimi, Helen wouldn’t mind you doing things to other women, I know how much you want me, amore.”

He looked her in the eye and there was a fire burning in them, her gaze dark, lustful. His mind was spinning, but he couldn’t find anything clever to say.

“I’ll wait downstairs then” she stepped into the elevator, checked her lipstick in the tall mirror, then pressed the button for the doors to close, a satisfied smile spreading all over her lips when she saw that John finally moved and caught up to her, standing by her side. He was glancing at her from the corner of his eye, trying not to get caught on staring too obviously, but she knew he was doing that and the smile on her lips appeared yet again.

The ride downstairs passed in silence, the Concierge gave them a nod of acceptance as they were passing him by, the only thing audible on the way to the car that was already waiting for them were her heels clicking loudly on the entrance steps, and Wick just simply couldn’t help but look at the dress now, as he was walking behind her.

It was the only thing he could see and think of since the moment she appeared in the hallway dressed in that mirage. He tried to maintain his composure, to not give in to her lethal charm, but in fact he had a really hard time doing so. He was taken aback, not by the way he looked, because it was too clear, but by the way she was so sure of herself, it was almost unbearable now, and he couldn’t form a coherent thought without being distracted by the dress. Everyone at that damned place would be distracted too and it all will probably end with men killing each other just to lay their hand on Juliet’s body. And it seemed like he would be the first one ready to drew his gun out.

John opened the passenger door for her, “Grazie” she spoke in her sultry tone and he couldn’t took his eyes from her when she gracefully slid inside his car.

Juliet could feel how tense he was when he started the engine and she touched his arm that was carefully gripping the steering wheel. She outlined the visible veins with her fingertips, causing a shiver that ran down his spine. They both were surprisingly silent, the air between them filled with electricity.

He was afraid to look at her, because the sudden urge to kiss her pouty lips was clouding his mind and he’d much rather keep his eyes on the road. But she was close, too close, the musky scent of her evening perfume overwhelming his senses and for a moment he thought that someone bought her those fumes, that it was the scent HE picked up for her.

Was he getting jealous? No, he couldn’t be...

Even though he was still mourning his wife, there was something hypnotic about Juliet, something about her magnetism that led his thoughts to her, even when Helen was still in the back of his mind.

“We’re here” his voice was emotionless, even if deep inside he was at war with himself. She waited for him to open the passenger doors, then gracefully as she always was, she got out of the car with the helping hand of his, which she held onto.

The bouncer just nodded when he saw her and let them inside. The lights were dimmed, but she noticed that the interior design changed. Few good years have passed since the last time she was here. They have re-decorated it all; wallpaper on the walls seemed darker now. They've changed all the lights and the bar's now down the side with a set of neon lights placed behind glass cabinets filled with various liquors.

Juliet could feel all of the stares that were piercing right through her. She felt more fierce than ever and this see-through dress was only adding up to her self esteem. Everybody was looking at her and her only, no one else counted in that moment.

They sat by the bar and ordered two glasses of bourbon, “Is Marco here?” she asked the waiter that was serving them. He only mumbled barely coherent ‘no’ and moved back to his duties. She looked at Wick, giving him a questioning look.

“I’ll look outside then” he said, patting her back lightly, his hand burning her skin even though it wasn’t hot. It was the feeling she got every time he touched her.

John walked away and she could see how the bouncer closes the doors behind him. She finished her drink in a hurry and tried to follow him, move outside to breathe some of the fresh air, but someone was quicker and didn’t let her go.

It was Santino who grabbed her arm, stopping her from leaving. She spun around and looked at him with tears in her eyes, “Please don’t.”

“Please stay with me mi amore” he almost begged her, it seemed like he could fall onto his knees, clinging onto her legs, not letting her walk away.

“Don’t hurt me again, Santino… you’ve already done it and that one time was enough, trust me.”

“But I know you still love me, Julietta.”

“Santino, please” a single tear rolled down her cheek and he wiped it with his finger

There was only one thing dancing around his mind. Only one thing that he wanted in the whole world was to simply hug her. To wrap his arms around her waist tightly, press her close and feel the warmth of her soft skin. That was all he wanted now.

She looked around, hoping to at least catch a glimpse of John’s face, but he was nowhere near to be found and the Italian man notices how she was scanning the crowd with her eyes, “He’s too busy right now, he won’t save you like you saved him, mi amore.”

“Santino, please” she focused her gaze on his face, “just let me go” her soft tone was desperately trying to plead him into leaving her alone.

“Talk with me, Julietta, that’s all I want from you bella.”

He led her to one of the booths, watching carefully as she slides onto the leather settee placing one leg atop of the other. Then he moves close to her, pressing his thigh onto hers, leaning his whole body in her direction.

“I don’t know what on earth you want from me after all of those things that happened in our past…” a waiter placed a bucket filled with ice at their table and she stopped for a moment, waiting for him to pour the champagne in two glasses then place the bottle into that bucket. Her hands were shaking a little when she took the glass into her hand, gulping down all of its contents in one try. She recognized the very familiar, but almost forgotten aftertaste of wild berries with the chocolate hit. It was her favorite one. The one he always bought for her, the one they bathed in together.

With this one glass everything she thought she forgot came back and she was consumed by the sinking feeling that made her heart collapse under its own weight.

“I want you to come back, principessa” she snickered hearing his words and placed her glass onto the table with a loud clinking sound. Twitching a little, so she could face him and stare directly into his eyes, she cupped his face in her hands and he melted into her touch, pressing his face further into the warmth of her hands.

“Last time I saw you, Santino, you were one hundred percent sure that I’ve betrayed you, making one of your henchmen cut my back open, almost ripping my spine, because how you’ve said then I needed di imparare una lezione. And now, surprisingly, you think I still love you. No one with a normal functioning brain would love another person if they did something similar to them.”

D’Antonio was looking at her with eyes wide open, mouth slightly agape. She caught him in a crossfire with her words and he had no idea how to respond to them.

“I’ve made a terrible mistake, amore” he spoke after few moments of silence and she let go of his face, leaning back onto the settee.

“You can’t turn back time and undo all of the wrongs you did, Santi” the pet name made his gut turn and he took a sip of champagne from his glass, “and my love… my love to you won’t change anything, mi hai fatto male.”

“Principessa please, come home with me, I will make it up to you…” he tried to grab her hand, but she flinched it away from his reach.

“I’m sorry Santino, I don’t have home anymore” Juliet got up with the intent of walking around the table and leaving the place, but he stopped her again, gripping her waist tightly.

“Ti prego, non lasciarmi” he plead, with puppy eyes, almost begging her not to go. For the first time in years she felt like somehow she was finally over him, over his lies, over all of those things he did to her and how he hurt her. But she still wanted to get her revenge.

Then suddenly John storms back inside.

His face is bruised and cut in severe places, his hands look like he just beat the shit out of at least a dozen of men. He was furious, she could see it in his walk, in the way the lines on his forehead were too clearly visible when he approached their table. Juliet was afraid he could took one step too far and kill the Italian mobster here - in a place where his associates hang out and if he’d done it they wouldn’t get out of here alive.

“Oh, Jonathan! Is such a pleasure to see you” in a sing sang manner Santino greeted Wick, gesturing for him to sit with them, his one hand still gripping Juliet’s waist.

“No, thank you, we’re leaving. Right now” he grabbed her arm, trying to steal her away from D’Antonio’s reach, but he clung onto her tightly not letting her go.

“Haven’t you been taught that it’s rude to steal other kids’ toys?” the mobster asked him, making John let go of her arm and clench his fists together, like he was more than ready to beat the shit out of him as well.

“So that’s what I was to you, another toy, nothing else… E sono stato così stupido di amarti” she mumbled, leaning her head closer to his ear, so he was the only one that could hear her words.

“Did she provide you with her servizi already?”

“Her services?” John returned the question then moved his eyes to Juliet. Her jaw was tense, teeth gritted, both of her hands clenched tightly into fists. The dark look on her face meant that either way she wanted to punch him or strangle him right at the spot.

“Did you fucked her, Jonathan?” he opened his mouth to say something more, but before a single letter could leave his lips her hand met his cheek with a furious manner. His head dropped backwards and she slapped him again, before he could react to what she did.

“Bastardo!” Juliet shouted, brushing his hands of her body and walking around the table, so he could be free of him once again. But she walked over to Santino, not close enough, so he couldn’t grab her again, “After all of those years you treat me like a fuck toy?” she raised her hand like she wanted to slap him once more, but stopped it mid air when she noticed how Santino flinched in his seat.

He was rubbing his cheek with his own palm, trying to ease the stinging feeling from her slaps. A giggle left his lips making her jolt forward to him, but John’s arm wrapped around her body stopped her from moving.

“You don’t own me Santino” she pointed her finger towards his face, “and I owe you nothing! Siete un idiota senza valore che non merita di vivere!” her scream filled the whole room and every person turned their head towards them, wanting to see what’s going on.

Juliet broke away from Wick’s grip and ran out of the club, leaving the two men alone. Santino just raised his glass like he was presenting a toast to John, then took a sip from it, “Good luck with her” he spoke calmly, pouring himself another round of champagne.

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Sirenade:Chapter Eighteen

Hello and welcome to another chapter of Sirenade I hope everyone’s had an amazing week. This week’s chapter we’ll be focusing on two of our adorable boys. One’s that we rarely get to see, but don’t hate me after you read this chapter 0^0 it will get better, I promise. Have an amazing rest of your week and as always Stay Tuned! For next week’s chapter. :)

Start: Prologue

Previous: Chapter 17

Next: Chapter 19 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter 18

He remembered the shivering fear of the small soul zipping past the trees and back to its source. He remembered his energy being sucked out of him for using such a powerful spell, his body screaming for him to stop while his mind told him to hold on. He remembered the fainting feeling he received after ending his enchantment. He remembered muffled words in Delirious’s home, the small talk he had on his way to Panda’s place, and he remembered the relaxing sensation of a fluffy bed engulf him from his worries.

But when he woke from his rest he chooses not to remember it all, he wanted to run to his friends and protect them. But he was helpless, bedbound until his strength, stuck talking about his problems. With Anthony someone, he hadn’t spoken to in a long time.

“You really helped them back there. From what Jon told me you didn’t hesitate to.” Marcel hummed hoping of showing his attempts to return to sleep, but Panda kept going obviously trying to mend their fragile friendship. “You know it wasn’t your fault. What happened to them could have happened to anyone.”

“It should’ve been me, or at least I should’ve been there to protect them.” He spoke in a low voice in hopes of hiding his vulnerability. Of course, Panda noticed right away, he shook his head in disapproval.

“We couldn’t have known, no one expected the hurricane to hit the ocean so badly, the town too.” Marcel wished he had a horrible memory likes some of his friends. He wanted to forget that horrible images, the horrible pain he and Anthony felt that day. “Simone and Melina’s death were not your fault.”

“But it was! I should’ve stopped them. I knew something was wrong that day, but I did nothing and because of that I- we lost our love! Don’t you get it, Anthony, I screwed up, okay?!” Marcel used most of his stored strength to do that regretting it as he plopped back onto the bed. Fighting the tears to stay swelling up in his eyes, choking back the sobs. “I was going to spend the rest of my life with her. Or how you humans put it ‘getting married’, and you were put through that excruciating pain from your mark too.”

He couldn’t take the image of his love and Anthony’s mate washed up on the shore in the middle of the night both bruised, bloody and broken by the tidal rocks. Simone and Melina cared about one another so much as sisters do, and they proved their love for each other to the very end. Bashed in skulls and all, they both locked themselves away after the funeral. Days, weeks went by and no one saw either man, but Anthony managed to move forward. Being human the mating mark couldn’t exactly kill him since he wasn’t a merman Marcel, however, didn’t for years his guilt swallowed him up. It went unnoticed by many, all but one.

“Do think this is what they would’ve wanted. You told me you’d been hunted out of your home, coming here to start a new life, right? Then fulfill their dreams, Simone loved you, she loved you because you found happiness with her. She loved you the most when you were happy, but that doesn’t mean you can’t find happiness with...someone else.” Marcel’s tears finally fell, biting his tongue to keep his sobs silent.

“I don’t deserve it though.” Panda lightly smacked him in the head.

“Course you do, you know she hated seeing unhappy. Broke her heart, imagine seeing her face everyone you feel unhappy with yourself. I can hear her disappointment.” He softly chuckled. “Just think about it, I gave my choice of finding another love away when I mated with Mel and I’m alright with that, but you have another chance. Don’t waste it.”

Marcel didn’t get the chance to respond before a familiar blue-eyed friend walked into the backroom. “They’ve found everyone. Everybody’s okay now.”

Marcel shook his head to push away the memory, he swam through the coral forest admiring all the small creatures that followed and pondered around his indigo fins. His head merely breaking the surface of the water, scanning for any organism more specifically humans or any traces of them. Knowing that the coast was clear he shifted from his navy tail to a pair of limbs. Just in time for his “friend” to find him waiting at the beach.

“There you are I was worried you’d ditched me.”

“Scott I would never have a little faith in me dawg.” Scotty’s laughter fills the empty beach what a musical sound it was. Not a chaotic as Jonathan’s but not as soft as Ryan’s.

“I’m just kidding, now come on we’ve got work to do.”

“We?”

“Yes we, I’m not doing this alone what if something happens to me?” Marcel playfully rolled his eyes.

“You’re a grown-ass man Scott you don’t-”

“Look there!” Scotty excitedly pointed at something in the distance. Marcel followed the pale arm to see a green creature slowly return to the ocean. “A loggerhead sea turtle by the looks of it a female too. She must have laid some eggs come on if we hurry we can check for a tag!”

With that Scotty made a run for it towards the magnificent creature not realizing he’d started to enter the sea as Marcel followed right after him. So focused on catching the turtle Scotty failed to notice the approaching tide strong enough to knock him off his feet. He eventually noticed, but it was too late. The wave had thrown him off balance and started to drag him into the blue abyss most called majestic, most except Scotty. He tried to call out for Marcel but ended up swallowing seawater having used most of his strength to run and catch the turtle. Scotty felt his body begin to shut down from the lack of oxygen when a pair of arms pull him out of the water Scotty gasped for air. Coughing and dry heaving to remove the salty water from his lungs and stomach.

Marcel had never felt so much fear in his life seeing Scotty struggle. He wasted no time pulling him out allowing him to breathe and regain strength. “ You okay?” Scotty nodded, panting as he sat back against the sandy beach. “Wanna talk about it?”

He watched Scotty hesitate for a moment as he tried to regain his composure. “Promise not to make fun of me?” Marcel nodded sealing his promise with Scotty.

“I’m afraid of the ocean.” At first, Marcel thought he was joking, wanting to laugh even, but seeing the serious expression on Scotty’s face. He kept his word and bit back the laughter. ‘As much as I love to help restore marine life. I might never be able to recover from my fear. It's funny that a Marine biologist is afraid of their job

Marcel felt his heartbreak not just from seeing Scott upset but more from he and Scott simply weren’t meant to be like he thought. “Hey, it’s okay. I promise I’ll be there to help you overcome this fear. I’ll help you learn that the ocean’s not as bad as it seems.” He held out his hand offering it to the sitting male.

“Okay I’m willing to learn, but as soon as it gets too intense I’m out I don’t wanna catch your weird hippy vibes.” They both throw their heads back in laughter as they continued their work on the beach. Hands side by side merely grazing each other, both itching to hold the other.

#posts #Fusionamber #Sirenade #Banana Bus Squad #BBS #mermaid story #BBS AU #Stay Tuned!#Basicallyidowork #Fourzeroseven #BigJigglyPanda #H2ODelirious #BID407

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Inside Out → Chapter Sixteen

summary: Christine gets an unexpected visitor at work. But this time, with a vastly different outcome. word count: 6.3k warnings: Teen angst, bullying, Jonathan’s pictures, violence, language (slurs used by Tommy and Steve)

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When Christine woke up the next day, it was to the sound of her phone ringing on the bedside table. She reached out with an uncoordinated hand, slapping around until she could find it. Her eyes were still closed when she brought it to her ear.

“Hello?” she greeted groggily.

“Christine, where the hell are you?”

Her eyes shot open. She’d been expecting the voice of her father, maybe Dustin or Claudia. But the angry voice of Mr. Vincenti from the movie theater made her blood rush with adrenaline so fast she thought she might vomit. She scrambled to push the covers aside, eyes searching for her clock.

“Shit, I’m—I am so sorry, Anthony!”

“You realize it’s Saturday? You know, one of the days you work for me?”

“I do know!” She was already toppling out of bed. The phone base nearly fell off the table, and she jammed her finger trying to catch it. “Like I said, I am so, so sorry. I overslept and…”

“You were still sleeping?”

“No! I mean, I was up and down all night. With the—the funeral! Will’s funeral yesterday, and his best friend is my neighbor so, it was just crazy and I was comforting him all night and I am so, so sorry, but it will not happen again!”

Her boss sighed heavily on the other end of the phone. Christine was already struggling into her black pants when he spoke.

“Look, I get it. I try not to be a hardass. This Byers thing has everyone on edge. But that’s why I need you at work. When bad things happen, people want to be distracted. And when you wanna be distracted…”

“You go to the movies,” Christine finished, straightening her black tank top. “I know, Anthony. I’m sorry.”

“Stop apologizing and get your butt down here. You’re the most competent teen I’ve got, and I need someone at concessions. If you can make it in twenty minutes, I won’t even cut your pay.”

“You got it. Butt moving. Bye.”

Christine threw the phone back onto the base. Her hands finally free, she shrugged on her stiff white button down and slipped into her boots. She grabbed her bowtie off the dresser and ran out of her room.

Her excuse hadn’t been a total lie. Will’s funeral had been yesterday, and everything had gone crazy. She had been up very late, and woken up several times during the night. But it wasn’t because of Dustin’s crying. It was because she was compulsively checking the house for Eleven.

She’d gotten up every hour, making some excuse for herself. She would just go get a refill of water and check the kitchen. She would just go to the bathroom and peek out the back door. Once she’d gotten a thrill when she noticed the waffle was gone, but then she’d noticed the paw prints adorning the stoop. It was more likely that the waffle had become a late night snack for Mews.

As she rushed around her house getting ready, she scanned the rooms once more. She wasn’t very hopeful. Eleven hadn’t come back last night, and she hadn’t come back this morning. She could only hope she’d gone to Mike’s instead. The only other option was the woods, and that didn’t bear thinking about. Sure, Eleven could defend herself with her powers. But that didn’t mean it wasn’t scary. And Christine knew how much Eleven hated being alone.

When she left for work, she left both doors unlocked.

With a burst of inhuman speed, Christine made it to The Hawk in fifteen minutes. She’d skipped breakfast and her hair was a wreck, but she’d seen worse mornings. Her hair was yanked back into another lackluster ponytail, and she’d just pop an extra batch of popcorn so she had something to eat. It wasn’t the first time she’d had popcorn and soda for breakfast. With her penchant for running late, it also wouldn’t be the last.

Anthony had been right about the rush. All the Right Moves had been playing for two weeks already, and somehow their first matinee nearly sold out. Christine was scrambling to catch up with her duties, and hadn’t even gotten the chance to sit before the second showing started. But finally, she’d have a few minutes to herself.

It would have been smart to work on her homework. But what Christine pulled out of her bag was a portable radio. She set it up on the counter, the volume low so as not to disturb the patrons in the theater. Then she fiddled with the knob until she found a station that was purely static.

Christine folded her arms on the counter, laying down her head and closing her eyes. She listened intently to the sounds of the static. Maybe if she focused enough, she’d be able to make sense of the blips and buzzing. Maybe she’d find some sign that Will, Barb, and Eleven were okay. She knew she wasn’t Eleven, of course. She didn’t have superpowers. But if she kept the radio on…maybe Eleven could still contact her, wherever she was.

“This your favorite station?”

The voice in her ear startled her. She jumped to her feet, and her folding chair screeched against the floor as it skittered back into the popcorn machine. Steve, Tommy, Carol and Nicole all giggled.

“Steve,” Christine breathed, clutching her chest. “Uh…hey, guys. The—The next showing’s not for another two hours.”

“So what?” Steve asked with a grin. “Can’t a guy just come and see his lab partner?”

“Yeah, Christine.” Tommy grabbed the radio and hopped up to sit on the display case. “Party in the lobby, am I right?”

Christine wrestled the radio out of his hands before he could raise the volume. She almost managed to be thankful for Carol when she tugged Tommy back to the ground.

“Get down, asshole. The last thing we need is for your fat ass to break the glass.”

“I thought you liked my fat ass.”

“Yeah, well I’m tired of cleaning up after it…”

“Anyway,” Steve said pointedly, turning back to Christine. “I just wanted to talk to you for a sec.”

“Okay,” she said warily. “But, I haven’t gotten the chance to start the lab report, Steve. Honestly, you’re probably better off doing it yourself.”

“What? No, I—not about science. About Nancy.”

Christine felt a bolt of panic go through her chest.

“Why? Is she okay? Is she safe?”

“Yeah,” Steve said, who looked shocked by her palpable fear. “I mean, I think so.”

“I think she’s doing just fine,” Tommy drawled, wrapping an arm around Carol’s shoulder.

Christine didn’t miss the amused tone of voice, nor the glare that Steve sent his way. She didn’t have the energy for any more drama this week. But when Steve turned to her again, he looked just as exhausted as she felt. And honestly, really worried.

“Can we talk in private?” he asked lowly. “Please?”

“Oh, uh…” She glanced at Tommy, Carol and Nicole, who were lounging all too casually around the lobby. “I’m not really supposed to leave concessions.”

“Please,” he repeated. “I mean, it’s Hawkins, right? What are they gonna do? Break the glass and steal some Airheads?”

Part of her was getting ready to tell him just what kind of nasty things could happen in Hawkins, but he laid his hand over hers before she could.

“Chrissy, I’m begging you. Five minutes.”

Her resolve crumbled. With a last guarded look at the popular kids, she turned off her radio and slipped it back into her bag.

“Five minutes,” she agreed.

She followed him around the corner, down the hall towards the alleyway. It didn’t offer all that much privacy. She could still here Tommy and Carol’s obnoxious voices drifting down to them, but at least they were out of sight.

“Sorry,” Steve apologized immediately. “They’ve been giving me crap all weekend. I’m just starting to get sick of it.”

“I get it,” Christine offered, leaning her back on the wall. “No offense, but I think I’ve been sick of Tommy and Carol since the seventh grade.”

He chuckled at that. Christine wished she couldn’t feel her chest swell with pride. Feelings were stupid as hell.

“How are you feeling?” he asked finally.

“Fine.” She watched him run a hand through his hair, and her stomach clenched. She remembered she was supposed to be sick. “Better, I mean. Since the party.”

“Good. Good, good, yeah…”

Steve nodded, and looked down at the orange carpet. One hand was tapping his chin speedily. His knee was bouncing too, just like he did before he took a long shot in a basketball game. It was a nervous tick he had. But Christine couldn’t imagine what was making him nervous.

“Steve?” she prompted. “Four and a half minutes.”

“Hm? Oh—right, sorry. Uh…I just wanted to ask if…I don’t know. Have—Have you talked to Nancy lately?”

“Not really,” she sighed. “Not since…what was it? Wednesday night, I guess. When she was blaming me for Barb going missing.”

“She what?” he asked in surprise.

“I told you. We got into a big fight about talking to the cops. She wanted to make sure I was coming to school since I was the last person to see Barb. And she thinks I was stupid to fall asleep and leave her alone.”

“That’s—That’s crazy, though. You know that, right? That’s not your fault.”

“Yeah, I know,” Christine mumbled. “It’s no one’s fault, it’s just one of those things, bad things happen to good people, all that crap. It still sucks.”

Steve nodded, and stuck his hands in his pockets. “But you—you haven’t talked to Nance about anything else? You haven’t seen her?”

“No. Well, I saw her yesterday at the funeral but we didn’t…”

“She was there?” Steve asked with rapt attention. “Was she there with Jonathan?”

Christine stared at him. “It was his brother’s funeral. So yeah. Jonathan was there.”

“No, I meant—like did you see them sitting together? Were they talking?”

“No? Jonathan was sitting with his parents. You know. Cause it was his brother’s funeral.” Steve nodded shakily, but didn’t look convinced. “Why do you wanna know about Jonathan anyway?”

Steve let out a dry laugh. Nervous hands wormed out of his pockets and through his hair again. He folded his arms, then rested them on his hips instead. His knee was still bouncing.

“So…So I go over to the Wheelers’ yesterday, right? After the funeral, just to apologize and to check up on her. I thought maybe I could take her to see this stupid movie again, take her mind off things. But she blew me off. Which—I mean, I get it. Things have been crazy, a kid’s dead, her brother was friends with him. But she seemed really…I don’t know. Off. Nervous, scared. And she was swinging a baseball bat around her garage like some kind of lunatic. She said she’d call me later and…she didn’t.”

“Steve,” Christine said gently. “I’m sure she was just with Mike. Yesterday was rough for him.”

“Yeah, but that’s the thing,” said Steve, finally looking up at her. “I went over there to check on her again, and…she wasn’t with Mike. She was with Jonathan.”

“…wait, what?”

“Jonathan. Byers. He was in her room.”

Christine’s brain struggled to create an image matching the description. Jonathan Byers, with his worn out denim jacket and shadowy eyes, standing amidst Nancy’s white wicker furniture and pastel pillows.

“No way,” she said, actually smiling. “Look, I’m sure if Jonathan was ever at the Wheelers’ it was just to talk. To Mike, maybe. He’s not even friends with Nancy.”

“They were certainly friends last night. He was sitting on her bed, he had his arms around her and…”

“Wait, they were kissing?” Christine choked out.

“No!” Steve shook his head fervently, blinking hard. “I mean—I don’t know. I left pretty quick. But they were together, and so I…I guess I just…has she talked about him at all…?”

“Definitely not,” she assured him. She was still reeling. “Look, maybe…I don’t know. Maybe he and his mom came over to talk to Mr. and Mrs. Wheeler. It was the funeral, right? Maybe she was just comforting him.”

“Right. They looked really comfortable.”

Christine wanted to argue, but she couldn’t find the words. Had she really missed that much in the week she hadn’t spoken to Nancy? She had never, ever expressed interest in Jonathan Byers. She’d only ever had eyes for Steve. And she’d gotten him. Nancy should be happy, if a little stressed. Unless…

It was hard to stop her brain from spinning wild stories. What if she’d gotten Steve and already gotten bored? What if she’d gotten Steve, and then realized she didn’t like him as much as she thought she did? What if she’d only taken him because Christine liked him? Barb had been the one to say it was turning into some twisted competition. Maybe Steve had been the prize and Nancy had just wanted to get there first.

She thought back to their sleepover, and Nancy admitting her schoolyard crush on Peter Jorgins. Christine had been friends with her for years and not known. Was it the same with Jonathan? Had Nancy always been interested in him, but felt too embarrassed to say anything? Or had it just been a spur of the moment connection? Jonathan looking for a distraction from Will’s death, and Nancy willing to help? Was…Was Nancy even capable of something like that?

Christine’s brain warred with itself. She couldn’t believe it. And she wouldn’t. Not without talking to Nancy. They were supposed to be friends, and despite all the fighting and the bitching and the lashing out, she still cared about her. Saying she cheated on Steve with Jonathan was a huge accusation. It was insane.

But Steve spoke before Christine could explain any of this.

“I just can’t believe she’d do something like this. I mean, after everything at my party…”

Christine flushed. That wasn’t a particularly comfortable conversation to land on.

“Um…look, I…I’m sure it’s nothing personal. I mean, I know I was asleep, but I’m sure that…you know…whatever you and Nancy did went…fine…”

Steve blinked at her. It seemed to be a few seconds before he realized what she was talking about, at which point he began spluttering. He even looked like he was blushing.

“Oh, no! No, I didn’t—that’s not—I mean, it did, but I wouldn’t wanna talk—shit, um—not me! I meant Jonathan!”

“Jonathan?” Christine repeated slowly. “What about him?”

“What happened at the party.”

“He wasn’t at the party.”

The silence that followed made Christine extremely uneasy. Steve was squinting at her, confused and incredulous. It was making her feel stupid. She racked her brains, trying to remember what had happened Tuesday night in her drunken haze. Jonathan definitely hadn’t been invited. She wasn’t drunk enough to forget that. Had it been before she got there? Had someone said something about him? What could have happened that was making Steve look at her like he had to break the news that someone else had died?

“Do you seriously not know?” he asked quietly.

“Know what, Steve?”

His mouth opened and closed mutely. He ran a hand through his hair, and Christine swore if he did it again she might grab his wrist and break it.

“I mean, I know you skipped some school, but…shit. You really haven’t talked to Nancy, have you?”

“About what?”

“About, uh…okay…I really wish I didn’t have to tell you this. Shit.”

“Steve, just spit it out!”

“Fine!” He looked down at her, conflicted. “Jonathan was at my party that night.”

“Okay. Well, I didn’t see him.”

“Of course not. None of us did. He was standing in the damn bushes taking pictures.”

“He…what?”

“He had his stupid little camera and he was taking pictures,” he said, talking very quickly now. “Nicole takes photography too, so she went to the dark room last week and bumped into Jonathan. And she didn’t think anything of it, cause he’s in there all the time—you know, cause he has no friends. But then she saw his photos hanging up, and they were all grainy pictures of us around my pool.”

“Pictures of…? He—He was…?”

“Being a regular Peeping Tom, yeah. He must’ve gotten there around the same time as you. Honestly, we thought he might’ve followed you or something. Tommy thought that you were in on it, for a while.”

“That I was what?”

Christine pushed off the wall, taking several angry steps forward. Steve scrambled back, until he was the one with his back to the wall.

“Woah! Hey! I didn’t say anyone believed him! You know Tommy, he just loves saying stupid shit! And he thought that since you were so pissed at Nancy you might be trying to get back at her. You know, blackmail or whatever.”

“Blackmail?” She was tired of repeating him, but she couldn’t find her footing in the conversation. “What the fuck are you talking about, Steve?”

“The pictures,” he explained shakily. “I mean, they show all of us drinking. Which, you know, is illegal. And then there were the really creepy ones of Nancy in the pool, and then…then you know…the ones uh…in my room.”

Christine clapped a hand over her mouth. This time, she really might vomit. She was sure of it. Of course, she’d been mad at Nancy. She’d been furious. But she would never do something like this. She’d never wish, never even think about something happening like this. Jonathan Byers was a weirdo, sure. But she never thought he’d been capable of this.

There seemed to be a lot of that going around.

She wobbled on the spot, and Steve grabbed her shoulder to steady her.

“Hey, I never believed Tommy, alright? I know you’d never do that to Nancy. I mean, you were in the pictures too, right? You had your whiskey, and then…then you were crying in the living room. And Barb was out on the diving board with her hand…”

Christine’s head snapped up. “What?”

“Barbara. Remember when she cut her hand?”

“No, I know,” Christine snapped. “She was sitting on the diving board?”

“Uh, yeah. After everyone went upstairs.”

“I…I don’t remember that.”

“Oh, well…you weren’t in the picture so, maybe it was after you passed out.”

Christine’s mind zapped back into motion. Barb had been on the diving board. Jonathan had been there. It had been after she passed out.

She stared up at Steve in horror. “Did you tell the cops?”

“What? No.” He shook his head in confusion. “Look, I know he was being a creep, but I took care of it.”

“Not about Jonathan, about Barb. The pictures.”

“Christine, I didn’t tell them about anything. I’m in enough trouble as it is cause Nancy blabbed about the beers. I don’t need photo evidence.”

Her jaw dropped. “I can’t believe you.”

“You—You can’t believe me?” he repeated incredulously. “What about you? You know, if those pictures went to the cops, you’d be in trouble too!”

“It doesn’t matter!”

“Why not?”

“Because! I’m not the last one who saw Barb alive. Jonathan was.”

“Christine…”

But she wasn’t listening. Christine ran back through the lobby and down the opposite hallway. She knocked on the office door and let herself in without waiting for a response.

“Hey, Anthony, can I use your phone? Thanks.”

Her boss jumped behind his desk, staring as she leapt for the phone on the desk. “Who’s up front?”

“No one.”

“Christine, I’ve told you…!”

“One call,” she said shortly, already punching in the numbers.

There wasn’t much he could do as she held the phone up to her ear. It rang and rang, but there was no response. That wasn’t entirely a surprise. No one had been at her house when she’d left, but she was still holding onto far flung hopes. She hung up and dialed again, calling a different number. This time it only rang twice.

“Hello?”

“Hi, Claudia! It’s Christine.”

“Hello, sweetheart! Is everything alright?”

“Yeah. I’m just looking for Dustin. Is he home?”

“Oh, no. You know Dusty! Up at the crack of dawn and out on his bike. You could try…?”

“Okay. Thanks, Claudia.”

She hung up the phone, and started to dial again.

“Christine,” Anthony said wearily. “You said one call. It’s been…”

“Anthony, Will Byers is dead and my best friend has been reported missing. I’m just trying to get some information. Thanks.”

Anthony sagged back in his seat, and grumpily turned to his expense reports.

“Hello?” the voice on the phone asked.

“Hi, Mrs. Wheeler. This is Christine Walcott.”

“Christine! Thank God. Do you know where Nancy is?”

“Oh, uh…no? I was calling to look for Mike.”

“Michael’s not home. In fact, neither of my children are.”

“Okay. Well thanks, Mrs…”

“Christine, did you stay over last night?”

Christine clamped her mouth shut. So Nancy did have someone spending the night. Someone her parents didn’t know about. Someone that definitely wasn’t her, and definitely wasn’t Steve.

Nancy Wheeler had some gall.

“Nope,” Christine said with a shrug. “Sorry, Mrs. Wheeler. I was with Dustin. I’m really sorry, but I’m at work, so I’ve got to run. Thanks.”

She hung up before Mrs. Wheeler could ask any other questions. She plugged in one last number and waited for someone to pick up.

“Hawkins Police Department. This is Flo speaking. How may I direct your call?”

“Hi. My name’s Christine Walcott. I’m a friend of Barbara Holland’s, and I spoke to two officers earlier this week?”

“Their names?” she asked dully.

“Uh…I can’t remember. The guys who came down to the high school. But I had some more information I wanted to report. I was wondering if I could speak to one of them?”

“If you would like to file a report, you can come down to the station at your earliest convenience.”

“I’m not filing a report,” Christine said in annoyance. “I’m offering more information on a missing persons case.”

“And you can come down to the station to offer it.”

“I’m at work right now.”

“Then you can come down to the station at your earliest convenience.”

“Seriously? Will Byers’ funeral was yesterday, there’s a teenage girl still missing, and Hawkins Police isn’t going to put every available officer on the case? You don’t have anyone that you can send over to take a statement?”

The woman named Flo sighed heavily. “What is your address?”

Christine rattled off her information, instructing them to send a cruiser to The Hawk as soon as possible. Then she darted out of the office before Anthony could get to lecturing her again.

Calling the police hadn’t been an incredibly helpful idea. She knew that the police couldn’t actually find Barbara, not if she was trapped in the Upside Down. But without Eleven, they were her best place to start. If Christine could talk to an officer, she might be able to get more information about the case—what the other kids from the party had reported, whether or not they’d found Barb’s car, if her parents had received any mysterious calls or electrical problems. It might give her a better idea of where Barb was hiding in the other dimension. And while she had the cops around, Christine could report Jonathan Byers for being a class A pervert too.

Steve and his crew were gone when she got back to the lobby. That wasn’t a surprise so much as it was a relief. If she had to hear Tommy crack a joke about Jonathan spying on them, or Nancy sleeping with him, she probably would’ve gone postal. With some quiet, Christine was free to hop behind the counter and go back to her radio. If ever she needed to reach Eleven, it was now.

The second matinee showing let out. Christine didn’t pay any attention to the patrons who were lingering in the lobby, or the ones were whispering on the sidewalk. She just darted into the theater and began sweeping as fast as possible.

It was a mistake she didn’t realize until a few minutes later.

Christine cleaned the theater, then took care of the bathrooms. Arms full of garbage, she kicked the alley door open before she heard the voices on the other side. She was so focused, she didn’t even realize the hush that fell over the alley as she walked to the dumpster. She didn’t notice anything until she turned around to go back inside and found six sets of eyes staring at her.

The alleyway was filled with people. Steve, Tommy, Carol and Nicole had clearly decided to hang out here after they’d fled the lobby. A couple empty cups and boxes on the ground confirmed her suspicions that they’d swiped some snacks from the counter while she was too busy to notice. But they’d found other ways to occupy themselves. Tommy held a can of red spray paint at his side, and the wall behind him read, “Byers is a perv.”

Down at the opposite end of the alley, Nancy was standing with Jonathan Byers at her side.

“What’s going on?” Christine asked.

She immediately felt very stupid. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what was going on.

“Oh you know,” sighed Carol. “Just catching up.”

“Thanks for the snacks by the way,” Tommy said with a grin. “Hope you don’t mind.”

“Go to hell, Tommy.”

“Christine?” Nancy’s voice cracked as she called her name. “You’re…You knew they were…?”

To Christine’s surprise, Nancy started marching forward, her hands balled into fists at her side. She looked positively livid. Jonathan made a grab for her shoulder, and Steve stepped in front of Christine.

“Hey, hey, cool it,” he said, holding up a hand. “She didn’t know.”

“Bullshit,” spat Nancy, as Jonathan pulled her back.

“Didn’t know about what?” Christine asked. Her defenses were already up, and she laughed humorlessly. “Oh! Are we talking about all the things Christine didn’t know?”

“Oh shit,” Tommy giggled to Carol. “Here it comes…”

But Christine was too focused on Nancy to care.

“How about that you went looking for Barb, but didn’t tell me? Cause what—you were too busy thinking it was my fault? Or what about the fact that Byers took creepy pictures of all of us? Naked pictures of you?”

“I wasn’t…”

“But that’s fine. Don’t tell Christine. And let’s not tell the cops, either. Let’s let everyone think it’s Christine’s fault Barb’s gone, because she was last person to see Barb and she’s so irresponsible for falling asleep! Let’s not tell anyone how Jonathan was trespassing, and stalking us, cause he might get in trouble! And you know what? Maybe I’ll just sleep with him while I’m at it!”

“That is not what happened. And if you were my friend you’d believe that. You’re supposed to believe me, Christine!”

“And I thought I did! I really did. Steve told me and I thought, ‘No. No way would Nancy Wheeler do that.’ But then I got off the phone with your mom and…”

“You called my mother?”

“Yeah! Cause I was looking for you. Or Mike. Or anyone who might be able to tell me what’s going on, since Christine doesn’t know anything! And your mom asked if I was the one who slept in your room last night. So. What do you have to say to that, Nancy?”

Gasps and oohs filled the alley as they stared off. Steve had stepped aside, pulled to the wall by Carol who wanted to sit back and watch the show.

Jonathan made another attempt to grab Nancy’s arm. “Nancy, let’s just go…”

“No.” Nancy ripped out of his touch, stalking forward as she glowered at Christine. “You’re a real bitch, you know that?”

“Ha! Maybe I am,” Christine countered, stepped up as well. “But at least I’m sane. And hey, I’m not a stalker. That’s better than I can say for the two of you.”

“God, you are so self-absorbed! He wasn’t stalking us! He was in the woods looking for his brother!”

“Yeah, and then he stood in front of Steve’s house for twenty minutes taking pictures of a pool party. Wow, you’re right! He’s a regular investigative journalist! Let’s just give him the Pulitzer now!”

“You’re just jealous!” Nancy was backpedaling, going back to her cornerstone argument. “You’ve been such a shitty friend all week, and it’s cause you’re so busy wallowing in your own jealousy that you’ve got no idea that there are more important things going on!”

“Of course I’m jealous!”

She was saying too much. Could hear Nicole and Carol gasping while Tommy elbowed Steve in the ribs. But she was too far gone now and there was no way for her logical brain to send a clear message to her mouth.

“I’ve always been jealous!” she screamed. “Cause you’ve got the perfect nuclear family and the perfect grades and the perfect face! Everyone thinks you’re perfect! And so Steve liked you! And you wanted me to be the perfect friend and support your perfect relationship! But you didn’t give a crap about me, or my feelings, and you treated me like shit! And what’s worse is that now you’re treating Steve like shit! Did you ever even like him? Huh? Or were you just sleeping with him to prove that you could? Cause that’s another thing that you can do and I can’t?”

“Shut up! Of course, I…”

“Or maybe you were just biding your time til Byers came along, huh? Did you always like him, or does the stalker thing turn you on?”

“I said shut up!” Nancy screamed. “You have no idea what I’ve been through this week!”

“Two guys, for one thing.”

Nancy charged forward, and Jonathan caught her around the middle. She struggled in his arms, prompting a few jeers from Tommy and Carol. Jonathan had to yell to make himself heard over them.

“Nancy, stop! Stop it! We’re just wasting time!”

“Oh, this is a waste of time?” Steve had stepped up again, standing between Christine and Nancy as he glared daggers into Jonathan’s face. “No, no, no. You don’t get to say this is a waste of your time. I think you deserve everyone here an apology, man.”

“An apology?” he repeated incredulously.

“Yeah. Seems to me like your deviant habits are really putting a strain on some people. I think you should apologize.”

“Right, my deviant habits,” Jonathan laughed. “None of this happened because you’re an asshole.”

“Hey,” Tommy barked, hopping down from his perch. “Watch your mouth, faggot.”

For a moment, it seemed like Jonathan was going to lash back. But with some ungodly amount of self-control, he took Nancy by the arm and started walking to the mouth of the alley.

Unfortunately, Steve wasn’t done with him yet. He followed them step by step, shoving Jonathan’s back every few words.

“You know what, Byers? I’m actually kind of impressed. I always took you for a queer, but I guess you’re just a little screw up like your father. Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah. That house is full of screw ups. You know, I guess I shouldn’t be surprised! A bunch of screw ups in your family!”

“Jonathan, leave it,” Nancy begged over Steve’s tirade. “Jonathan!”

“I mean, your mom? Psh! I mean, I’m not even surprised what happened to your brother!”

“Steve!” Christine yelled. “Stop it!”

“Jonathan, I said leave it!”

“I’m sorry I have to be the one to tell you this, but the Byers? Their family is the disgrace to the entire—…!”

Jonathan’s self-control ran out.

Steve had fallen into the wall before anyone had seen it coming. Christine screamed, and Nicole had slapped her hands over her mouth. Somehow, Tommy was still puffing on his cigarette with mild interest. There was a deadly moment of silence as Steve clutched his face. Then, he pounced on Jonathan.

The next seconds passed in a blur. Steve and Jonathan were wrestling, struggling to keep their hands free long enough to punch the other in the face. Nancy and Christine both ran forward. They tried to break the boys apart, but it was hard to get close without getting punched themselves. First Steve was on top, then Jonathan, then Steve again.

“Get in there!” Carol yelled, shoving Tommy forward. “He’s gonna hurt himself!”

Tommy stood between them for a grand total of two seconds before Steve pushed him out of the way. “Get out of here! Get out of here.”

"Fine! Fight over the whore!”

Christine wasn’t sure when the decision was made. One minute they were all watching Steve and Jonathan. The next, she’d propelled herself between them and was lunging for Tommy’s throat.

“Christine!”

Tommy slammed into the wall, his head thunking solidly against the plywood he’d been decorating with slurs. “Ow! Stop! What the fuck…?”

“Shut up!” Christine screeched, and she rammed her fist into his nose. “Just shut! The fuck! Up!”

It was impossible to distinguish between the fights. Everyone was screaming or grunting in pain. Nancy had leapt forward to grab Christine, while Carol was trying to restrain her arms without getting scratched. Nicole was ushering Tommy away, helping him cradle his bleeding nose. Christine was kicking and screaming so loudly that hardly anyone was paying attention to Steve and Jonathan rolling on the ground.

The police car pulled up not long after that.

“Cops!” Tommy yelled down the alley. “Come on, Carol! Let’s go!”

“Get back here!”

It was Christine and the police, all screaming in unison and fury. Nancy held Christine tight while Jonathan was handcuffed, and the other cop chased a heavily beaten Steve and Tommy down the alley.

“Hey!” The first one bellowed. He grabbed Christine by the shoulders. “Knock it off! You understand me? Knock it off!”

It was one of the two cops she’d spoken to at the school, Powell. He glared down at her, daring her to keep up the commotion. But with Tommy out of her sight, with the fighting stopped, all of Christine’s energy had drained away. Even anger was too much work. She brought her bruised knuckles to her mouth, eyes watering.

“Sorry,” she said brokenly. “I just—I’m sorry…”

“Yeah, everyone’s hella sorry when they get caught,” he said gruffly. “Get in the cruiser. All three of you.”

“Officer,” Nancy said, one hand still on Christine’s arm. “Do we really need…?”

“Now!”

There was no more argument. Powell lugged Jonathan to the car, tossing him into the back seat. Nancy dove after him, trying to get him situated upright while he had no use of his hands. Reluctantly, Christine climbed in beside her. The door slammed shut, and she repressed a jump.

The car was almost silent. Jonathan and Nancy spoke in dark whispers, asking each other if they were okay, assuring the other they were fine. Christine just glared out the window. There was a lot she didn’t know, but she felt certain she’d feel better if she’d landed a few more punches to Tommy H’s face.

Powell returned with his partner empty handed. Well, Powell was empty handed. Callahan was cradling his nose where Jonathan had caught him in the face. They didn’t acknowledge the teens in the back seat as they climbed into the car, and they barely acknowledged each other as they pulled out of the alley. As they turned onto the main road, Christine glanced up at the front of The Hawk.

It looked like Tommy had certainly been busy while she was talking to Steve. Though how he’d accomplished it, she wasn’t sure. The front marquee was covered in the same red spray paint. It now read, “All the Right Moves: Starring Nancy ‘The Slut’ Wheeler.”

Christine’s heart sank. At least she had the rest of the drive to think about how royally she’d fucked up.

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