#I know you don’t keep secrets from your wife but maybe you could have waited until after dinner

[vivwritesfics]

No Need To Ask - CS55

Chapter Thirteen - The New Norris

The Norris' were a notorious crime family in the UK. One of many. With Norris, the head of the family, running operations with his son, Lando, they work to keep Y/N Norris, Norris' daughter protected. Life in a crime family wasn't something they wanted for her.

But with tension with one of the Spanish crime families rise, Norris and his now deceased wife come up with only one plan, offer their daughter to the Sainz's or risk an all out war.

Big things to come

1.6K words

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Carlos’s pawn was the first to go. He sat back in his chair, waiting for Y/N to ask her question. The pawn was clutched tightly in her fist as she sucked in a deep breath. “What do you want from me?” She asked him as she stared deep into his brown eyes. They were gorgeous, but they were deadly.

Carlos lot a lazy smirk crosses his face. His shirt was unbuttoned, his sleeves rolled up. You’ve never guess that he was in England for a funeral. “I don’t want some sweet wife that I can easily scare and manipulate,” he answered.

Y/N glared. “That wasn’t what I asked.”

“Try again next time,” he said and began moving his pieces.

They went several goes without anybody stealing a piece. At last, Y/N had his knight in her possession. This question was a bit easier, more direct, and designed to rile him up. “So, you can cheat on me. But what if I was to sleep with another man?”

“You mean that little Australian rat?”

“Just answer the question, Carlos.”

Carlos cleared his throat, but his features remained cool and calm. “Simple. I would have him killed. And maybe you, as well.”

“You’d have me killed?”

“That’s what I said.”

Suddenly Y/N knew what she had to do, knew how she was going to get power over him.

They continued playing, Y/N’s game maybe not as good as it could have been, since she was concentrating on other things. Carlos stole one of her pawns. They hadn’t discussed what he was to get if he stole a piece, but Y/N had just guessed questions, the same as her.

“Do you want to be my wife?”

It sounded like a proposal, but it wasn’t. And it scared Y/N. If she answered wrong would he be rid of her? Toss her to the side like a used rag? But, if she said yes, he would know she was lying. She’d done nothing but cry since she’d arrived in Spain.

“No,” she answered honestly, heart beating erratically. “But I want to. I want to want to be your wife.” And that was the gods honest truth.

As the game continued, so did the questions. Y/N was winning, and therefore she got her questions answered. Sometimes Carlos wouldn’t answer directly, leaving her to try ago, but, by the end of the game, she found out all she needed to know. She knew exactly what she needed to do to force his respect.

Because it wasn’t something she had to earn, she wasn’t going to strive for respect from this monster. She was going to command it.

On their last day in England, Carlos had the meeting with the other heads of family. Y/N spent those last few hours wondering the halls of the house she once called him. it still felt more like home than the building she shared with her husband. She spent time in her bedroom, where her possessions still were. Lando would probably keep it that way, waiting for the day she finally came home. Even if that day was never to come.

It was strange being in that room now. So much had changed since the last time she was there. She looked through her wardrobe, picking out some outfits to take back to Spain. Packed away some black heeled boots and made her way down to the library, to try and get into her mothers desk one last time.

This time, she didn’t care if she destroyed it to get its secrets. Lando wouldn’t care, either.

So, while Lando was being announced as the new head of family, Y/N was using whatever she could find to get into her mother’s desk. She started with a screwdriver to pull apart the drawers. When that didn’t work, she moved onto smashing the entire thing apart.

The desk didn’t hold secrets, as Y/N thought it would. One drawer was full of pictures of Y/N, Lando and their father. The few normal moments they had as a family. Christmas morning and their summers getaways. They were cute, good memories, but they weren’t what Y/N was looking for. So, she kept searching.

There was one other thing Y/N’s mother kept in her desk. A manila folder that was covered in dust. Brushing off the dust, she opened the folder and pulled out a piece of paper.

An agreement. The agreement of Y/N’s hand for Carlos. She read down it, through the details, what each family would gain from this. Her mothers signature sat at the bottom of the paper, along with her fathers and Sainz’s signature. And then there was the date.

Seven years ago. This paper was signed seven years ago. The agreement was put into place seven years ago. Her fate had been decided for her seven years ago.

She tore it up. There was no telling what the consequences would be, but she did it anyway. It had been sitting in this desk for the last five years, anyway, who but her would know if she destroyed it?

Y/N picked herself up. Rage like no other bubbled up inside of her. For the first time ever, she couldn’t wait to get back to Spain.

She waited in the living room for Carlos and Lando to return from their meeting with the heads of family. Carlos already had their bags ready to go, in the corner of the room. She sat on the couch, playing with Lando’s cat. Well, he used to be their cat, but not since Y/N moved to Spain.

“Oh Suki,” she mumbled as he held him up above her, his little front legs stretched out. “I’d take you with me but you’d hate the heat.”

Suki let out a little noise and Y/N let him down, pulling him into her chest. He sat there, rather unhappy, but the ragdoll cat let her hold him close. He didn’t purr, but he didn’t try and wiggle out of her grasp, either. “Thank you, Suk,” she whispered and kissed the top of his head.

The door opened and Y/N let go of the cat, letting him run off to explore. She herself stood and brushed off her skirt, smoothing it down. The outfit of today was a black skirt with a loose, white blouse. She had cute black boots with white socks that just about peaked over the top. It was cute.

She barely got any time to say goodbye to Lando. As much as Y/N wanted to wrap her arms around him, to ask him how the meeting went, ask if anything was different now that he was Norris.

But Carlos didn’t give her much of a choice. He let her say a quick goodbye, let her throw her arms around him, but then they had to go. Y/N would have fought back, but this wasn’t Carlos’s thought. This wasn’t because he wanted to be nasty that they had to leave as soon as possible. Carlos had obligations in Spain he had to attend to, meaning they had to leave the minute the meeting was over.

During the plane ride back to Spain, Y/N sat where she wanted to. Carlos sat opposite her, and Y/N didn’t move away. She watched the clouds coming past as she sipped her drink.

Nothing much happened on the plane journey, and I won’t bore you with the details of the car journey back to the house. Y/N and Carlos didn’t speak. It wasn’t uncomfortable, they just didn’t need to.

That night they slept in separate beds. That was to be expected. Yes, Y/N had stood up to him, but not that much had changed.

It wasn’t until the next day that she stepped up her game. Y/N strode up to Carlos’s office door and knocked. She went to knock, but, as with every time she had tried before, his men stopped her. But Y/N wouldn’t let that happen “I am his wife and I will go where I like,” she said and knocked once again on the office door.

She didn’t wait for a reply before she pushed into his office. He could have been fucking anybody, and Y/N wasn’t going to care. But he wasn’t. Carlos was simply doing paperwork when she walked in.

She strode over, body filled with confidence, and leaned against his desk, looking at her husband. “I want to go shopping,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Go on, then,” Carlos answered and grabbed a notepad from his desk drawer, making a note of something.

Y/N leaned in closer. “I want to go shopping, Carlos. That means I need money and permission.”

Carlos put down his pen. He looked at his wife and pulled his wallet from his pocket. “Miguel!” He shouted and one of the men guarding the door ran into the office. He stood, staring at his boss as he waited for his command. “You are to take my pretty little wife shopping,” he said and Miguel nodded.

They had an exchange in Spanish; Y/N only just managed to pick out a couple of words.

So, Miguel took Y/N shopping. He didn’t speak to her, just watching over her as she picked out different dresses. Most were black, some short, some longer. Y/N picked out some shoes to go with them. They were elegant, expensive dresses that she was going to use for every day wear. Carlos’s card paid for everything. Y/N didn’t care for the price tags as the filled Miguels arms with bags.

When she was satisfied with the success of her shopping trip, Miguel drove her back to the house. She headed straight to her room, putting away her new dresses and shoes. And then she got changed into one of them, the one she deemed to be the sexiest. That was what she wore to give Carlos back his card.

When she walked into the office, his jaw was on the floor.

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[rafeandonlyrafe]

office hours

words: 1.4k

warnings: maybe inappropriate workplace relationship lol

“sorry for the interruption, mr. cameron, i need your signature on this.” 

rafe groans, suddenly jolted out of his groove. he holds a hand out, and his employee drops the stack into his hand. rafe thumbs it over quickly, it’s just an expected agreement for a merger, already signed by his company’s lawyer, so he scrawls his name on the line and shoves the paper away, turning back to his computer.

“nelson, wait.” rafe calls right before he can leave the office. the man turns around nervously. it’s no secret that rafe is a tough boss to work for. he can snap over little mistakes, because he wants everything to be absolutely perfect, but if you keep your head down and do solid work, you can rack in a lot of money.

“no interruptions unless it’s an emergency.” rafe says, and nelson nods, knowing it’s now on him to make sure nobody disturbs the bossman, otherwise it’ll not just be the interrupters head, but his as well.

rafe turns back to his email, finishing typing it and not even bothering to read it over before hitting send. he looks waywardly at the stack of papers that’s his next assignment. it’s the end of the financial year, so everyone has been extra busy.

rafe opens the first binder, quickly going over just the bits he needs to. he works quickly through the second and is onto the third when his concentration breaks by a commotion outside of the only semi sound proof glass walls of his imposing office.

rafe waits for it to die down, but it doesn’t. with a sigh, he gets up out of his chair, giving a glare to the ‘ceo’ nameplate on his desk. he loved the power of running a company, but goddamn, did he sometimes hate the work that came with it. he just hopes whatever all the noise is about isn’t petty drama, otherwise there will be firings before it hits 5pm.

“he said not to be disturbed!” rafe hears nelson say as the door swings silently shut behind him.

“unless it’s an emergency, it’d say mckenzie inc pulling out is a fucking emergency!” rafe can’t let this go on any further as more people begin yelling at nelson, unaware that rafe was watching them. “shut the fuck up!”

you could hear a pin drop with how quickly a silence fell over the crowd. “is mckenzie inc pulling out?” it’s still silent, so rafe gives the crowd a general glare.

“it’s only a rumor, sir.” 

“from who?” he asks. rafe doesn’t recognize the name spoken back to him. it’s so goddamn much to keep up with every single other company that they partner with.

“take ten minutes to gather up everything you know and then meet me in the conference room.” rafe knows exactly what he is going to do with those ten minutes as he heads towards the stairwell, heading one floor down. he swears he’s going to tread wear patterns into the carpet with how many times he takes this same path.

he opens the door, unclenching his jaw that he didn’t even realized was clenched in the first place when you look up from your paper with a smile on your face. “hey rafe.”

“hi wifey.” he says, moving around your desk to hug you. you stand so you can put your arms over his shoulders, humming gently in approval at rafe squeezing your body against his.

“it’s only 4:30pm, are you going home early?” you ask him, rubbing your hands gently over his shoulders, knowing how much tension he holds in his body.

“there’s a rumor mckenzie inc is pulling out.” your face falls briefly before you put your happy mask back on, but rafe catches it. “i’m sorry baby. i called a meeting to figure it out, but i don’t know how long it’ll take. you go home if i’m not out by 5, okay?” rafe hates the thought of you leaving the office all alone, his sweet wife having to drive his obnoxious (your words, not his) sports car back to your house, making dinner all alone as rafe is stuck in a boardroom.

“it’s okay, i can wait for you.” you say, kissing rafes jaw gently as he nuzzles his nose into you. it’s definitely inappropriate, being married to your boss, but you were an accountant at this company before rafe took over as ceo, so no one really bats an eye. in fact, they’ve gotten used to politely hinting when they need help swaying your husband or calming him down.

“no, baby, i want you to go home.” rafe says, glancing at the clock.

“mmm, maybe.” you say, and rafe knows there’s no point in arguing with you when he has to get back up to the top floor. “hey.” you cup rafes cheek, seeing all that stress in his eyes. “i love you.”

rafe smiles gently, leaning down to peck your lips. “i love you too.” 

rafe hates having to leave, and briefly considers asking you to just come sit at the table up there, but he knows whenever you’re in the same room he can’t properly focus, always attuned to your needs, if your happy, if anyone is bugging you, if there’s a way for him to get his hands on you.

he steps into the boardroom and the chatter dies down. rafe sits down at the end of the table, looking pointedly at the poor soul who happened to sit closest to him. 

“there’s a possibly leaked report that mckenzie inc is pulling out of our deal, but i heard from my source that they just want to renegotiate their contract-” shouts of disagreement arise. rafe pinches his nose between his fingers. this will be a long night.

--

they’re not even done, but rafe knows if he spends literally another second with these people that he’s going to end up decking one of them in the face, so rafe calls for a half hour recess for dinner. he glances at his watch as he heads down the stairs. 6:30pm, an hour and a half after he’s hoping you left.

he’s hopeful when he notices your ceiling light turned off, but as he gets closer to your office he notices that you’re curled up in your office chair, peaceful look on your sleeping face illuminated only by the blue light of your computer screen that remains on.

rafe melts right on the spot, seeing you, his perfect little wife, fallen asleep at your desk because you don’t want to leave him.

he opens and closes the door gently, kneeling on the ground next to your chair. he places a hand gently over your head, rubbing your hair as softly as he can so you don’t startle awake. “hey, baby.” he whispers. 

you stir at his sweet voice, eyes fluttering until you place where you are. “mmm, how long did i sleep?” you ask.

“it’s 6:30 now. you should have gone home, are you hungry?” 

“‘m okay.” you say, sliding your knees down from the curled position in a big stretch. you grab your phone, checking your texts with a smile. rafe feels a brief flare of intense jealousy roll through him as he angrily thinks who the fuck is texting you and more importantly whothefuckistextingyouthatsmakingyouSMILE. but you turn your phone to show him and his thoughts are completely changed.

you: there’s a rumor that mckenzie inc is pulling out of their deal with us. can you tell me anything?

henrietta (mckenzie inc ceo wife): no clue where that rumor got started. just checked with richard and it’s not true. get you and rafe home!

you: thank you! saved us hours of headache. by the way, shall i drop off some strudels tomorrow? i got…

rafe stops reading the text message thread and looks up at you in awe. you giggle and drop your phone onto your desk, letting rafe pull you into a kiss. “you’re incredible.” he mumbles against your lips before capturing them again “amazing… genius… beautiful.”

you eventually have to pull away from kissing rafe. “you should go tell the guys and gals that it’s all good and they can head home.”

“they’ll figure it out.” rafe says, grabbing your bag and shoving your personal items in it. you look at him confused before he slings it over his shoulder, bending down to pick you up bridal style. “i’ve got to take you home right now before i have to explain to them what all the screaming and moaning they heard was.”

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[multific]

Anniversary

John Price x Fem!Reader

A simple date is all you hoped for.

John promised you a simple date for your anniversary.

But of course, he had to leave.

Just as you two arrived at the restaurant, he got a call, something about bombs before he had to rush.

You understood, you really did. But it didn't mean you weren't angry and disappointed.

Although, you were more angry at the bad guys than John or his team.

You loved John and the boys with all of your heart.

Even if you weren't an army person, they called you Mom.

'Mum's angry, Lads.' Soap would often say and to be fair, you did behave like a mother with them.

One time, Ghost and Soap did something very very irresponsible with a Mexican named Alejandro.

The three were called into John's office when you happened to be there.

You scolded them as if they were five year olds. And Alejandro didn't even know who you were, yet he felt bad.

John told you later that you sounded like a worried mother. And to be fair, you felt like one.

You didn't have kids on your own, and the boys got under your skin, so you felt it was natural you wanted them to be safe.

While they all called you Mum. Ghost called you by your name.

They all respected you.

But by the fact that you sat alone in this luxurious restaurant, you could tell maybe the bad guys also needed a good old scolding for stealing your husband from you.

John was always so sweet. Keeping you close and far from his work at the same time. He often told the others he only trusted himself with his wife, which is why you were allowed to listen to the most confidential conversations. Not that you cared, you mainly just handed tea and biscuits to the others.

Going home for your anniversary was John's idea, he wanted to have a normal date finally. 

Which ended up with you eating alone and the waiter felt so bad for you, he offered your drinks to be free.

Then, you headed home. With your heels in your hands, you walked through your grass, admiring the house.

Not long after your wedding you bought this place, it was the perfect home with not many neighbours, it was private.

You let out a long sigh before opening the front door and heading inside.

You took a shower and headed to bed.

You missed John, but you also knew what you signed up for when you married him.

He didn't hide it, he didn't keep it a secret. But he was worth all the wait. He was worth all the lone nights, because whenever he returned, he more than made up for it.

Your love for one another was undeniable. 

"Happy anniversary, John." you whispered into the air, saying it to no one in particular, more to yourself.

Then, you fell asleep.

You woke up to the bed creaking and someone laying down beside you. Your foggy mind barely registered what was going on until the person spoke up.

"Happy anniversary, My Love." this made you wake up a little as you slowly turned around to face your husband. "Oh, sorry for waking you."

"Hmm." you moved closer to him as he pulled you onto his chest, his arm coming to rest around you.

"It went well, quick job, in and out. No casualties, no injuries."

"Hmm."

"I love you too, Darling, sorry for leaving, I promise I'll make it up to you."

"It's okay, John. Happy to have you back in one piece."

"Oh, she can talk look at that." he slightly laughed as his hand run up and down your back. "I will really make it up, Love."

"I don't care John, all I care about is that I have you back with me. I love you."

"Hmm." he said and it made you giggle while he fell asleep.

And he kept his promise. The next day, he ordered food, lit some candles and even got some dessert.

You smiled at him as he danced slowly with you in your living room.

You were both so in love with the other, nothing could break this strong bond between you two.

Just you and your captain.

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[toomanystoriessolittletime]

Bonded

Summary: All your life you were prepared to get married to a lord. Obedient and quiet was all you had learned to be. But Oberyn knew there was so much more you could be if you just had the time to be free and happy.

Pairing: Oberyn Martell x fem. Reader

Wordcount: 3.6k

Rating: G

Warnings: arranged marriage, big age gap, angst, supportive Oberyn (even though he's kind of a dick in the beginning), fluff, discussions of lovers, talk about brothels

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“If you walk out of that door, you will lose your title,” Doran’s voice hissed from across the room, making Oberyn stop in his tracks. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. 

“It’s how things work. You know this,” Doran continued. 

“You should know I don’t really care for the way things work,” Oberyn grumbled as he turned around to face his brother. 

“This marriage will unite our kingdoms. Just charme her, rumours say she is one of the most beautiful women of the realm.”

Oberyn huffed. 

“Beauty alone doesn’t say anything about someone.”

Doran rolled his eyes. 

“She’s about to arrive. You should go meet her.”

“I will meet her at the altar tomorrow. For now, I have somewhere to be,” Oberyn turned around, leaving the room. 

“Spare some of your seed for your bride, brother,” Doran called after him and Oberyn rolled his eyes. 

You weren’t very fond of the sea. 

Never had been. 

But it had been drilled into you that boat rides were necessary for your future. Who would want a wife that couldn’t travel or spent the whole ride sick?

You fought the nausea, closing your eyes and taking deep, slow breaths.

You had no idea what would wait for you in the Kingdom of Dorne. 

Your father didn’t even bother to travel with you.

Not that you thought he would.

You were his sixth daughter to be married off and not even his favourite. He never made a big secret out of it either. 

But still you did everything in your power to please him. 

“We’ll be arriving soon,” you just nodded at whoever informed you, keeping your gaze out of the sea where you could already see land. 

You were alone. Alone and lonely like you had been all your life. 

You didn’t allow yourself to dream that maybe your life finally would have some purpose. 

You would become a wife tomorrow. 

To a man you had never met before, but read about. 

Prince Oberyn Martell.

The red viper. 

You knew he was much older than you. By almost twenty years. 

You knew he was a great fighter. 

And that he had lovers both male and female throughout the realm. 

When you were younger you dreamed of falling in love one day. With a man of your choosing. To have a loving family. And children. 

But you learned pretty quickly that this wasn’t in your future. That your only purpose was to be pretty and then spread your legs for the husband your father would choose for you. 

You would do obey your husband, do everything he asked of you with a smile. You would endure everything he did to you with a smile. 

You would be the perfect wife. 

Obedient and quiet. Just like you had been taught. 

It’s not like you had a choice in that matter. 

Oberyn was… fashionably late to his own wedding. He ignored the glare from his brother as he made his way down the aisle.

He had to admit it was beautifully decorated. The whole palace garden in bloom, the sun setting behind the arch decorated with sunflowers he was standing in front. He had just so gotten dressed in his official robes before he made his way outside.

He was positively exhausted. 

He had made sure to not step back into the palace to be there when his future wife arrived. He still wasn’t fond of the idea of getting married. 

But he also knew he could not talk his way out of this. 

He had said no many many times to a marriage. 

Because he wanted to marry for love not for obligation. Call him a romantic, but a marriage shouldn’t just serve a purpose. It shouldn’t be a political arrangement. It should be a union between two people who were in love. Who couldn’t live without each other. 

Doran would have married him off years ago if he had found someone suitable enough.

He couldn’t say no now. Not with this little time to get out of it. 

Not with war on the horizon.

He was snapped out of his thoughts when music started playing. He took a deep breath, looking at his brother before his eyes focused on the woman walking towards him. 

You tried to not be too disappointed that your husband to be did not even want to meet you before you were to marry him. 

You had been welcomed by Prince Doran who welcomed you to the family before you were brought to your chambers where you spent the hours until dinner. 

You thought you might meet the prince then, but he did not show his face. 

Instead you met the whole rest of your new family, trying to keep up with all the names and faces. You had waited until after dinner to excuse yourself, trying to smile through the disappointment of Prince Oberyn not joining the rest of this family. 

You wondered if you did something wrong, shaking your head to yourself immediately. 

You couldn’t have done anything wrong, you hadn’t met the prince.

Not yet anyway. 

So you feel in a restless sleep, allowing the tears you had been holding in ever since leaving your home to fall against the soft pillow you were resting on.

You were woken up by a servant, Olya, she told you was her name. She was a beautiful young woman and she informed you that she was to be your handmaiden. You smiled at her before she went to the bathing suite to prepare a bath for you. 

She stayed with you the whole day. Braiding your hair, massaging oils into your skin that smelled so good you asked her to keep them stocked. 

She helped you get dressed in the most beautiful dress you had ever seen. 

It was white, golden lace with the dornish suns stitched into the sheer fabric.

You looked so grown up when you saw yourself. It showed so much skin you were a little uneasy, asking Olya for your maiden cloak. 

She had put it around your shoulder, the green of the cloak not looking right to you. 

You shook your head, taking the cloak off, looking at yourself. 

Taking a deep breath you asked her to put the cloak away, deciding that you wouldn’t wear it. 

If your father did not care to attend your wedding, why should you care to wear the cloak?

Things went fast after that. 

You were led out of your room, Olya informing you that your things would be brought to your new chambers, the Prince’s chambers. 

You took a deep breath, asking for something to drink just before you were due to walk outside. Olya brought you some wine and you asked if you could have a moment to yourself at the fountain. 

You emptied the wine, setting the cup down in front of the fountain as you tried to fight the tears. 

It was just the first day. It would be okay. You would settle in and you would learn to love it here. You would learn…

Footsteps came down the stairs and you hurried to hide behind the fountain. 

A man rushed down the stairs, dressed in a golden robe, his skin tanned from the sun. You frowned, stepping out from your hiding spot when you saw Olya approaching you. 

“Are you ready?” she asked and you nodded.

“I have to be,” you whispered, missing the sad smile Olya gave you as you walked past her. 

The gardens were beautiful. 

They were so beautiful they helped you over the sorrow that nobody you knew, nobody who cared about you was attending your wedding. The music started playing and you gulped, taking a deep breath. 

You did not even have someone to walk you down the aisle. 

So you kept your head up high as you slowly walked down the aisle, finally getting that first look at your husband you had wanted for so long. You were surprised it was the man who had rushed past you by the fountain. 

The closer you got the harder your heart was beating. 

He looked kind. A smile on his face.

You couldn’t make out if it was genuine, but you hoped it was. Stopping in front of Doran you bowed once before turning and walked towards the prince. 

He nodded at you as you stood in front of him, looking quickly away from him as the ceremony began.

Doran had been right, you were beautiful.

Even more beautiful than Oberyn could have imagined.

But you were also young. So very young. 

You only glanced at him and in this moment he saw how nervous you were. A smile was on your face but your eyes. Your eyes told a different story. 

Oberyn felt guilty he hadn’t at least tried to give you a better welcome. 

He was snapped out of his thoughts when the vows were to be spoken. He repeated the words, listened to you repeating them too before you were announced as the Princess of dorne. 

His wife. 

He risked a glance at his brother seeing his approving nod and Oberyn fought against the eyeroll he wanted to give him. 

The guests were applauding and Oberyn reached his hand out for you, turning his palm up. You looked at him, then at his hand before you hesitantly took it.

Usually you would kiss now but he did not feel comfortable kissing you without your consent. Instead he smiled at you and brought your hand up so he could kiss you there. 

He felt you squeeze his hand, before you walked back down the aisle and back into the palace.

He found you after food had been served. 

“May I have a moment?” Prince Oberyn asked as you were standing on a balcony, looking over the garden. 

“Of course, your highness,” you said, giving him a small smile. 

“I am your husband, I think you can call me by my first name,” he teased and you nodded. 

He came to stand beside you and you felt his warmth against your arm.

“I am sorry I was unable to meet you when you arrived,” he began. “I could lie to you and tell you I was busy but I don’t want to start this union on a lie. You deserve better than that.”

“You don’t know me…” you said and he turned so he could look at you. 

“That is true. But I hope with time I will get to know you.”

You took a deep breath as you looked up at him. 

“I was angry. That is why I wasn’t there to meet you,” Oberyn said. 

“Angry at me?” you whispered. 

“In a way. But let me explain. My brother only informed you of our union yesterday when you were about to arrive. He has been nagging me about getting married for a long time but I… I never found the right partner.”

“You only learned about this yesterday?” you asked in surprise. He nodded. 

“How long have you known?”

“A month at least.”

He sighed before he chuckled.

“If I had known a month ago you would not be standing here. I would have found a way to get out of this again,” he hummed, more to himself. 

You looked away from him, not sure what to feel. 

“I… I will see you for the bedding ceremony,” you whispered, about to turn away when you felt his hand on your wrist, stopping you. 

“There will be no bedding ceremony. We do not follow these barbaric traditions in Dorne,” he said and you looked at him. Confused.

“But how… I thought…” you shook your head and the Prince took a step towards you, tilting your chin up. 

“I do not force myself on lovers. And I surely won’t myself on my wife tonight or ever. You don’t have to share the bed with me at all. I want you to be happy. This is now your home.”

“But it’s my duty…”

He stopped you.

“Fuck duty. If I would care for duty I’d be married for more than twenty years already and probably look more like my brother,” he joked and you couldn’t help but smile.

The first genuine smile you had smiled in years. 

“Oberyn?” you asked and he nodded. 

“Thank you,” you said. Deep down you had been freaking out about this night, but now a weight had been lifted off your shoulders. You hadn’t been forced to marry a brute. Maybe… Maybe with time you could become friends. 

“You are most welcome princess.”

The prince, Oberyn, was gone most of the day. 

You didn’t know where, and you did not ask. But he made sure to be in your chambers for dinner almost every night 

He became a friend. Your best friend. 

Almost six months after the wedding Dorne finally felt like home. 

Though it had been complicated in the beginning. 

All your life you had been taught that you had tasks and duties after you got married. That the most important task would be to produce an heir. 

But here in Dorne?

You got to live. To be free. To find yourself. 

Of course you had your duties. But they were few.

Most of the days you spend the mornings in the library, reading as many books as you could. Occasionally Oberyn would join you and recommend a book for you to read. 

After the library you would find his eldest daughters Obara and Nymeria to have lunch with before you would leave to visit either the orphanage or the gardens. You would ride out with Olya when it wasn’t too hot outside. 

You would spend time in the kitchen with the cooks, letting them teach you how to cook and bake. Something you always had wanted, but weren’t allowed to when you grew up because a lady did not have to know how to prepare her own food. 

Oberyn noticed the changes in you too. 

You started to smile more. The shyness of the beginning wears off pretty quickly. You had asked him only days after the wedding if it would be okay to have your own chambers, after you noticed that he did not spend much time in his while you were there. 

You were now living in the chambers next to his with a door connecting it that was only rarely closed. 

You picked up painting. He caught you one evening after coming back from the brothel as you were sitting outside in only your robe, your skin still wet as you painted the sun sinking behind the gardens. 

“Back early today, husband?” you asked after you noticed him and he gave you a sheepish smile as he came closer. 

“I found myself yearning to spend some time with my wife,” he said and you chuckled. He sat down on the chair to your right, watching you as you continued to paint. 

“I…” you took a deep breath, “I have a question.”

“Ask away,” he smiled, turning his head to give you his full attention. You set the brush down, and turned towards him. 

“Would you kiss me?” you asked and Oberyn was rarely surprised, but in this case he was. 

“You wish for me to kiss you?” he asked. You nodded slowly. 

“I… I want to know how it feels and… you’re my husband so I should be asking you, shouldn’t I?” you sucked your bottom lip in. 

Oberyn smiled and took a deep breath.

“My sun, you shouldn’t be asking me just because I am your husband. Your first kiss should be with someone you chose because you’re…. You want to be with them. In every way possible. Because you long for them. Not because you feel like it has to be me. Not that I don’t want to kiss you.”

“Oh…” you said, feeling a little silly.

“Do you have someone that makes you feel that way?” he asked. He could see you flustered, and a small smile sneaked to his face. 

“Tell me about them.”

And so you did. You told him about one of the stable boys, and how you came to spend most of your time with him. He taught you how to brush the horses and how to tend to them. 

“I like him,” you said, reaching over to take Oberyn’s hand. “But I also like spending time with you. You have become my closest friend. You are my husband after all. And… I know I haven’t been what you are looking for in a wife. I know where you… go because I don’t…” 

“I don’t go to see my lovers because you are not a good wife. I go to them because I want to be with them. And if you chose to take a lover or more I am more than okay with that. I don’t believe only one person can satisfy all your needs, be it physical or spiritual. Or maybe I haven’t found the person yet.”

“Do you want to be with me like that?” you asked quietly, not daring to look at him. 

You felt his fingers under your chin and he smiled softly at you. 

“I love you. I did not see it coming, but I find myself happy that you came into my life. But I won’t stand in the way of you being able to explore what you really want. We are married, but that does not mean we have to live by antiquated rules someone made thousands of years ago.”

He leaned in and kissed your forehead before he got up. 

“I ask for only one thing,” he said and you looked up at him. 

“Tell me about everything,” he said with a smirk and you chuckled.

“Will you tell me too?” you asked. 

“All you have to do is ask,” he winked, before he walked out of your chambers and into his. 

It was a couple of days later.

You were walking through the gardens, picking flowers when you saw Oberyn playing with his youngest, throwing her in the air before he caught her, the girl laughing so loudly she surely could be heard though the whole kingdom. 

You smiled as you approached them. 

“Paapaaaa,” the girl giggled and you gave the flowers to one of the servants with a smile who nodded and walked back inside the palace. 

“Look who it is, little Sandsnake,” Oberyn said with a warm smile, setting Loreza down who walked towards you, her arms wide open. You got on your knees, opening your arms and she jumped at you, making you almost lose your balance with a laugh as you picked her up. 

“Have you been playing with your Papa?” you asked and she nodded, immediately telling you about every little thing they had done together today. You nodded and listened to her.

“I think it’s time for your nap, Loreza,” one of the servants said as she approached you. Loreza pouted. 

“If you take a nap now, maybe we can help bake some cake in the kitchens later?”

“Can we?” she asked with big eyes. You looked at Oberyn who only nodded with a smile.

“Of course we can. I’ll find you after your nap, okay?”

She threw her little arms around your neck, giving you a big wet kiss on your cheek before you set her down, the servants leaving you and Oberyn alone. 

You began to walk deeper into the gardens, Oberyn by your side.

“My children love you,” he said and you looked up at him. 

“I love them too. They are so much like you,” you smiled. 

You walked in silence for a while.

“I kissed the stable boy. Well.. I kissed Bolerio. I think I should know his name.”

You did not dare to look at Oberyn. 

“How was it?” he asked and you sighed. 

“I don’t know. Either I have read too many books about how a kiss should feel or it… just wasn’t good.”

Oberyn chuckled next to you and you stopped walking. 

“Are you laughing about me?” you narrowed your eyes and he turned around to you. 

“I am not. I am merely surprised at your choice of lecture. I only see you reading books about science and Dorne.”

You flustered as he took a step towards you. 

“Oberyn,” you gulped and took a step closer. Hesitantly you brought one hand up to rest on his chest, looking up at him. A smile was playing in the corner of his lips and you felt one of his hands come to rest on your cheek, his thumb brushing over your skin. 

“Please kiss me,” you whispered.

He tipped your face up as he leaned down, his other hand coming to rest on your hip. He looked at you, as if to make sure that this was indeed what you wanted before he crossed the small distance between you and his lips found yours. 

You closed your eyes moving your lips against his as goosebumps erupted over your whole body. A shudder running down your spine and you brought your other hand up to rest on his shoulder, your knees feeling weaker, the longer he kissed you. 

Parting from your lips he rested his forehead against yours, both out of breath. 

“That… That was…. Better. That was much better….” you mumbled and he huffed a laugh.

“Can we do that again?” you asked and he smiled at you. 

“That and so much more, my princess,” he said before he kissed you again. 

#my fic #oberyn martell #Oberyn Martell x fem. reader #Pedro Pascal #game of thrones #fanfic #fanfiction #fan ficion

[iamnotoriginalphil]

Hiya!! Can I request a Larissa x reader where they’re in a relationship and their anniversary is coming so reader is secretly planning a big proposal and Larissa thinks they’re growing distant and maybe cheating? Then reader had to propose on the spot to stop Larissa from leaving after she confronted reader. J read a fic with the same plot but different characters and thought it would be interesting to see it with Larissa. Thanks!

Here you go, Anon. I hope you like this one.

“And then when I give the signal, you’ll send up the fireworks, right?”

Your best friend nodded, making a note on their iPad.

“So we’re all good to go,” you said.

“In three days you’ll have a fiancee,” they said.

You felt that vibration of excitement go through your body. You’d been preparing for this for what felt like such a long time. You’d known the moment you’d met Larissa that you were going to marry her, but almost two years on, you thought she might finally be ready to say yes when you asked. You’d been doing your best to make it special, planning for your anniversary.

You had a fancy meal planned, a violinist hired to play during the meal, flowers and candles everywhere. Fireworks for the moment she said yes. The most beautiful ring was hiding in the toe of one of your boots. A balloon arch was on it’s way, and you’d convinced the wood working teacher to build you a gazebo for the night. You didn’t think you could have planned a more perfect proposal.

“Okay, I have to go,” you said, “Rissa is going to be done with work soon. And remember?”

“Not a word,” they said, miming locking their lips and throwing away the key.

You grabbed them up in a hug, laughing. They gave you a big squeeze before shooing you away.

“Go see your girl,” they said.

You hurried off, determined to keep your secret for another three days. You were so worried you were going to ruin the surprise for her, that you’d let something slip. You were just so excited about it. You couldn’t wait to make her your wife.

“Where have you been?”

Larissa was already sitting in your rooms, glass of wine in her fingers, fire roaring in front of her. You couldn’t help the smile spreading over your face. You always smiled when you saw her.

“I just got chatting,” you said, rounding to her side of the sofa.

She looked up at you and you could tell immediately something was wrong. You weren’t used to that look on her face being directed at you. Eyes shuttered, face blank, no smile or twinkle left for you. You took another step towards her, holding out your hand. She ignored it.

“What’s wrong?” you asked.

“If you don’t want to be here I think it’s better you just leave,” she said, sounding almost robotic, emotionless. You felt the breath rush out of your body, like she’d just kicked you in the stomach.

“I always want to be here,” you said, not sure what was happening.

“Clearly,” she scoffed.

“What’s going on here?” you asked her, needing answers.

“I know what you’ve been doing,” she said.

“What?” Your head was spinning. She couldn’t know, you’d been keeping it such a secret. You’d been doing so well.

Was she angry that you were going to propose to her? Did she not want to marry you? But then why would she think you didn’t want to be there anymore?

“Don’t do that,” she said, standing up to tower over you, “don’t pretend like I’m stupid enough to not see what’s going on here.”

“I thought you’d be happy about it,” you said.

“How could I be happy about this?” she roared.

You took a step back, tears gathering in your eyes. You didn’t understand how everything had gone so wrong in such a short amount of time. All you wanted was to be hugged by her but she was glaring at you.

“I thought it was a good thing.” You shook your head, “I’ve been working really hard on it.”

“You’ve been working hard on cheating on me?” she demanded.

It was like the floor had fallen out from underneath you. All you could do was stare at her, words not managing to form on your lips.

“What?” You knew you were repeating yourself but there was nothing going on in your brain, just static.

“You’re never here, I keep finding you in corners whispering with people, we haven’t been spending any time together. I saw you out in the quad just now,” she raged, “I’m not stupid. You’ve clearly been keeping a secret from me.”

“I have, yes,” you said, slowly, finally beginning to put two and two together.

“So you admit it?” she said.

“I haven’t been cheating on you,” you said, “of course I haven’t been cheating on you.”

“Then what have you been doing?” she demanded, taking a threatening step towards you. You looked up at her, not wanting to ruin the surprise for her, but not seeing how else to get out of this.

“I’ve been planning a surprise for our anniversary,” you said, “something really nice.”

“What on earth could be so nice you’re willing to spend so little time with me?” she asked, and her anger was still so palpable.

“I was planning to propose to you!”

She blinked, her mouth falling open. You were breathing heavily, so angry at yourself for ruining the surprise. You felt tears gathering in your eyes.

“You… what?” Now she seemed to be the one not able to form words.

“Hang on.”

You ran into the bedroom, scrabbling through the wardrobe to find the pair of boots you’d stashed the ring box in. Grabbing it, you rushed back out. She was where you’d left her, standing almost frozen in front of the fireplace.

You knelt down on one knee, opening the box, holding it out to her.

“Okay, so I had this whole thing planned. There was going to be music and candles and wine and fireworks but uh… I guess this will have to do. Because the thing is I’ve been wanting to ask you this since the first time I saw you. I can’t imagine my life without you. You’re all I’ve ever wanted and all I ever will want. I love you, more than words can describe. So, Rissa, will you marry me?”

You watched the tears begin to fall from her own eyes, a hand coming up to cover her mouth. You waited with bated breath, holding the ring box up to her, watching as she took a deep shuddering breath.

“You’ve really been planning this?” she asked, “that’s why you’ve been so distant lately?”

“I didn’t realise I’d been distant but yes,” you said, “I wanted it to be really special so not like this at all.”

“Oh god, I was about to break up with you,” she said, the horror passing over her face.

“I’m hoping your about to agree to be my wife now,” you said, still waiting for her answer.

“Oh darling, yes, of course I’ll marry you,” she said, “of course I will.”

She pulled you up, kissing you so hard you were worried she would bruise your lips but you couldn’t care. You were laughing and she was crying or maybe she was laughing and you were crying. You didn’t know but the moment, despite not being the way you planned was perfect.

You drew back, taking her hand to put the ring on her. She looked down at it, watching it sparkle.

“You really had a big surprise planned?” she asked, looking back to you.

“Fireworks were going to go off once you said yes,” you replied.

“You were that confident?” And she was laughing again.

“Pretty confident,” you replied, “until I walked in here.”

“God, I love you so much,” she said.

You kissed her again. That was all the fireworks you really needed. It wasn’t planned, but it was still perfect.

#larissa weems x reader #larissa weems imagine #larissa weems #principal weems imagine #principal weems x reader

[yelenasdiary]

Tiny Little Surprise

Pairing: Yelena Belova x Reader

Summary: You surprised Yelena with something she’s been wanting for a while now 

Fluff | 1.4K

Translation: YA tak tebya lyublyu ( I love you so much)

AC: I had this idea while I was trying to get to sleep the other night, thinking about how happy Yelena would be about this is making me so soft!! Enjoy xx. 

“Yep. Okay. Cool. Thank you, I will talk to you later” you said bluntly and quickly as Yelena walked into the room you shared with her. Yelena tilted her head at you as you hung up the phone. “What was that about?” she asked. “Oh, never you mind, are you ready for your mission?” you asked before she could say anything else. 

“Yes. It’ll only be a few days, will you be, okay?” she replied. 

“I’ll be fine, as long as you are safe and come home to be, I won’t have any issues” you walked up to Yelena who 6 months ago asked you to be her wife. “I mean it Elena, come home to me” you kissed her softly. “I always do” she assured you. She grabbed her bag and made her way out the door. Once you heard her car leave you gave Nat a call. 

“She’s on her way to the compound now, she has no idea” you said excitingly. 

“I’ll keep it that way, do what you need. She’ll be fine” Natasha spoke. “I can’t believe this” she added with a slightly chuckle. “Stop, she’s going to be so happy, I just know it!” you replied before hanging up the phone. 

You’d been trying a little secret from Yelena for a few weeks now and it wasn’t easy. She’s a trained assassin and spy, trying to find excuses for your recent behaviour and the sneaking around was getting hard to keep up with. You were just glad that Natasha had your back, you told her first and she was happy for the two of you. She wouldn’t show it, but she was excited for the two of you. 

You first met Yelena when she saved you from being hit by a car, your fault, you were too busy on the phone and forgot to look both ways. Instantly you lost yourself in the eyes of the Russian who had so many secrets. 

You had at least 4 days max to get things sorted for Yelena to come home to her surprise. It wasn’t a big mission; Yelena was still freeing widows with Natasha. You looked online for some ideas on how to tell Yelena the news, you saw a few ideas and settled for something simple so she wouldn’t freak out too much. You grabbed your keys and went to the mall.

You grabbed everything you needed along with basic household items and some food for dinner. 

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“I think Y/n is cheating on me” Yelena confessed to Natasha as they drove to their new location. “What? Don’t be silly. She loves you” Natasha replied, “what makes you think that?” Nat added. 

“She’s been really strange recently. She takes phone calls privately and quickly hangs up when I enter the room. She’s always out all day and comes back after dinner and she’s quick to rush me out the door” 

“She’s probably just busy with work or hang out with friends. I wouldn’t assume the worse Yel. She thinks the world of you” Natasha backed you up. 

“Maybe I should go back home”

“What? No, come on. It’s a 4-day mission, then you can sort out your love story issues when it’s done. Take this time to think about what you want to do first” 

With a sigh and a groan, Yelena agreed to wait it out. 

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4 Days later.

You had everything ready for when Yelena would walk through the door. Natasha messaged you saying they were on their way home and that Yelena had the idea that you’d be unfaithful to her. Now you were more nervous than before. 

You heard the keys giggle in the door before it opened. “Y/n?” Yelena’s Russian accent ran through the house you brought with her. “In here love” you called back. Yelena walked into the living room, throwing her vest over the sofa and placing her bag at her feet. She noticed a colourful gift bag on the coffee table. “What’s this detka?” she asked as you sat on the sofa with a wide smile. “Open it” you suggested. 

Yelena carefully started to pull out the tissue paper from the bag. “Oh, come on baby, it’s not a bomb” you joked. She soon pulled out a t-shirt, she held it up and read it. “World’s best матушка?” Yelena looked at you with a confused look. “Detka, what’s is this?” she asked. “Would you just open the rest of it?” you shook your head playfully at her. She reached into the bag and pulled out a small photo frame that read “our first photo” and then pulled out the last gift, a stuffed baby elephant. 

“I don’t understand?” Yelena looked at you confused even more. “Are you?”

“No” you shook your head, “how could I be?” you cocked your brow. “Stay here” you said, getting up from the sofa and walking into the bathroom. 

You returned with your hands behind your back. “Are you ready?” you asked Yelena with a smirk. She nodded, “close your eyes” you instructed. As she said and you made sure she wasn’t peaking you placed the small light-coloured ball of fur on the floor. The little American akita puppy sniffed her surroundings before she wondered over to Yelena. “Open your eyes” you said softly. Yelena opened her eyes, looking at you before she felt a set of tiny paws on the top of her foot. She looked down she smiled instantly. 

“Detka who is this!?” she cooed picking up the little puppy. “You know how we spoke about children and stuff?” you asked.

 “Yeah” 

“Well, since we both agreed that we didn’t want children I thought we could get a puppy” you smiled. Yelena laughed a little as the pup licked her face, “we have a fur baby” she said happily. You watched Yelena bond with the puppy, she looked so happy. “She needs a name and I thought you could pick one” you suggested. 

“Fanny!” Yelena said instantly without a second thought. 

“Fanny?” you questioned with concern. 

“Yes. Natasha once had an undercover name. Fanny Longbottom and I think it’s funny” she explained. 

“I’m not even going to ask” you laughed, walking over to them. “Fanny the puppy” you smiled. 

“Thank you, detka” Yelena smiled before kissing you softly. Yelena placed Fanny on the floor before wrapping her arounds around you, pulling you close. “I can’t believe you told Natasha I was cheating on you” you laughed. “Well, you were being very suspicious, but I wanted to respect your privacy” Yelena admitted. 

“I’d never do such a thing like that to you, ever. You and our little girl here are all I need; all I have ever wanted” you assured her. Yelena smiled softly before kissing you once more. “Just one?” she asked. 

“Maybe another one once we get Fanny trained” you smiled. 

The little puppy let out a soft bark as she watched the two of you, Yelena looked down at her before picking her up again. “Wanna fill that frame?” she asked you, you nodded, pulling out your phone and snapping a selfie of the three of you. “YA tak tebya lyublyu” Yelena said in Russian before kissing your cheek. 

Later that night, Fanny was asleep on her tiny dog bed in the bedroom you and Yelena shared, you were sat up in bed catching up on some work documents while Yelena just came out form the shower. “Does this mean we can throw Fanny a dog shower?” Yelena asked. 

“Like a baby shower?”

“Yeah, but for a Frannny, you know, people could bring their dogs and Fanny could make friends with them, we can get little party hats for them oh, oh, oh and we could get a dog friendly cake made for them” Yelena explained as new ideas kept popping into her head. 

“Baby, I think everybody would think we’re crazy” you laughed.

“So? why should children get parties and showers whatever else and not dogs?” 

Yelena had a point. “I tell you what, how about we throw Fanny a welcome home party instead?” you suggested. Yelena’s face lit up before she picked up the sleeping pup from her bed, “hear that Fanny, mommy said we can throw you a party” she kissed the Fanny’s head softly, hoping into bed with her still in her hands. “Being a dog mom is going to be so fun” Yelena whispered. 

#yelena belova x reader #yelena belova #black widow #hawkeye #marvel #fanfiction

[renren-006]

Prisoner and Savior | Daryl Dixon x Reader, Negan Daughter

summery: Negan is your father and he reasures you that the events taking place are not your fault, that history had been written and he couldn't not show a little ruthlessness towards those who killed his men. With Daryl trapped with you in that compound, what will you do? 

word count: 706

warning: negan has character development and not a 100% bad guy, Daryl loves you no question, spoiler for season 7/8. 

a/n: hey! an original idea by me! i like negan as a character both before and after character development i never thought he was a bad character just a ruthless leader and i wanted a story to show partially if he had a daughtr how she would be able to see the other lays to him and not just the one Rick and the others see. Also Daryl is so hopelessly in love with you don’t worry. 

Please let me know if you want more Negan or more Daryl stories!! 

Happy reading

You didn't like it here, you never really did. He stood there at the end of the hallway watching the man behind the door so closely. You could see his eyes travel over to you, hurt and want clearly. You wanted to save him, you wanted to hold him close again, but you were a prisoner the same as he. 

Negan stood outside that door almost everyday, making you watch as he stood before the man you loved. Negan made you choose your fate and you chose the right one. You were not his wife, you could not be seen as you were Negan's daughter. The only living thing keeping your mothers memory alive. He had such an attachment to that bat after the fire and after the world ended that you ran. For a few years you were free of the sad lonely man that your father had become.

 How do you explain to a community that the man they hate, is your father. You couldn’t, and Negan didn’t say a word either. You knew your father. He wasn't who he portrayed himself to be, he was different, yes but heartless, never. He steered into your eyes when he turned around from berating your boyfriend. Daryl looked hurt, and you knew this was your fault, as much as your father and others told it was not. If you had not taken such a liking to Maggie and Glenn maybe they wouldn't be dead, maybe they would still be alive. If your father had not been the man they had attacked unjustly maybe he would not have beaten the others, scared Rick and made you a prisoner at his empire. 

Daryl knew, he knew about Negan, the relationship you had with Negan and he still loved you. That car ride to the compound you knew you had to tell him, every dark secret, every love and wish that things had turned out different. Daryl consoled you in that car, and promised he would always love you. You didn't deserve him, he was too good, too tough. So when he looked at you with love before the door closed once again, you wanted to crawl in that room beside him. 

“This isn't your fault Y/N” Negan told you, the sweetness of his voice. You looked up at him, “I have to show my people I..can handle those who hurt us”

“I understand, I just hate seeing him like that,” you told the man. Naegan nodded his head from the sofa next to you. 

“I'm sorry” Negan spoke before leaving the room, and leaving you to your thoughts. That night you sat outside his door, Dwight not too far to keep watch to make sure you got your time. Dwight was a man that was already hurt by your father and seeing the kindness he spared to you made him rethink a few things. You whispered through the door for an hour before Dwight reminded you of shift change and you had to leave. Soon after a break out plan was solidified. 

“Go” Negan spoke from behind you, waiting patiently by the door as you packed a backpack, “Ill make it seem like you escaped and blame someone else”

“Then you're only hurting your men” you told him.

“Then i'll find someone who deserves it, someone other than you and Daryl” his heart was big, and big enough that he understood he could not keep living this path in life. “Ill make this up to you”

“Make it up to Alexandria, give them their lives back and the Kingdom, this world is already crazy we don't need ....tyrants too” you told him. 

“I can do that”

Negan spoke to Rick that evening, a chance to change and after explaining over and over the things on each of their minds they came to an agreement. Things had to change and with the right conversations and the right people there things can be changed. No more death, no more loss and no more war. This world was already in shambles and having living people fighting instead of fighting the dead, seemed counter productive. So a charter and a negotiation was made between the Hilltop, Alexandria and the Kingdom.

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Could you write a Bradley Rooster Bradshaw request where his civilian wife comforts him after the fight between him and Hangman?

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“Hey, I’m home.” you hear Rooster call out gruffly from the front door. He was much quieter than every other day when he would arrive home. You stood from your spot in the living room and you pad your way softly towards him. It wasn’t difficult to pick up on the anguish in his voice, detecting it almost immediately.

Your suspicions were confirmed when you saw the look on Bradleys face, his brows were furrowed and his lips were pressed into a thin line. He sat on the bottom step of the stairs by the door, pulling his boots off, keeping his focus on the floor in front of him.

“Babe? What’s wrong?”

“ ‘S nothing. Don’t worry about it.” he shrugs, keeping his eyes trained on the floor in front of him, hoping it was enough to make you drop the topic. Letting out a deep sigh, you step closer to him, sitting beside him on the step, sliding your arm under his and intertwining your fingers with his. You enjoy the warmth radiating from him for a moment before pressing a kiss to his bicep.

“You don’t have to, but if you change your mind, I’m here to listen y’know,” you say into the fabric of his shirt “Always here for you my love,” you press another kiss to his arm. Looking up at him, you bring a hand to rest on his face, slowly turning his head toward you. He trained his eyes on something just past you, afraid that if he were to see the look on your face he would break down instantly.

He wouldn’t look at you, or maybe it was that he couldn’t. Roosters eyes were full of tears, and he was willing them not to fall. Even hours later, what Hangman said, his words were stuck ringing through his head. He knew he wouldn’t be able to keep it a secret, that Maverick and his father used to be so close, that Maverick was there when he died.

—

“I can’t be the only one who knows that Maverick used to fly with his old man,” Hangman had a smirk planted on his face as he leans back in his chair, looking at Rooster, “Or that Maverick was with his old man when —” Rooster cut him off, lunging at him with his hands curled into fists.

“You son of a bitch!”

Everyone has jumped up from their seats, each person trying to hold either Rooster or Hangman away from the other.

“That’s enough.” Maverick pushes in between the group. He turns his head towards Rooster, “That’s enough.”

Rooster doesn’t stop, he’s writhing in Bob and Phoenix’s hold, trying to lunge at Hangman again. “He’s not cut out for this.” The blond looks at Maverick.

“Stop! Stop it!” Maverick pushes his hand on Roosters chest. The group watches as Hangman walks out of the door, claiming that the group knows that he’s right.

“Go home. Everyone. We’re done for the day.” Mav has his head hung low, voice hard as a rock. The room is silent except for Rooster heavy breathing and the sound of the groups footsteps, which get quieter with every passing moment.

—

The majority of his life, Rooster had put the blame on Maverick, the fact that he lost his father at such a young age, he didn’t know who else to blame. He wanted to make an excuse, something to help him feel like it was fine. He thought for the longest time that Maverick could have done something, anything, to have prevented it. So that’s exactly what he did, threw the blame onto him, his father’s closest friend, and he only grew to hate him more the day that he found out that he pulled his papers, setting him back years.

“Fucking Hangman. He brought up my dad today, how he flew with Mav. Got in a fight with him over it.”

That’s all that he needed to say for you to understand. He’d always been somewhat of a sore subject for Rooster, it took him almost a full year of the two of you being together for him to be comfortable telling you the story. However, once he did tell you, he would share more and more with you on a daily basis. He would mention little things that reminded him of Goose and some nights he would even play ‘Great Balls of Fire’ for you.

He hadn’t wanted you to see him like this, he hoped you had gone out and wouldn’t be back until he had been able to pull himself back together. He knew that it was dumb to feel that way, but a small part of him was glad. He was glad that you were home so that you could comfort him. When you hear the heartbreak in his voice, your heart breaks right alongside his. You wrap your arms around his waist even tighter than before, running a soothing hand up and down his back.

“It’ll be okay Bradley, it’ll all be okay.” You promise him. “Bagman can fuck right off, Brad. Don’t let him of all people get to you like this, he isn’t worth your tears. Especially about something as sensitive as this, and if he doesn’t I’ll kick his ass for you.” You lift your fists in a joking manner.

“You’re right,” Bradley clears his throat, wiping his cheeks with the back of his hands. “You’re right,” he repeats, “Thank you. You don’t know how much I needed to hear that. ”

“C’mon,” You stand, grasping his larger hand in yours. “We’ll go lounge on the couch and put on that one movie you like, what do you think about that?” You hum, a soft smile planted on your face.

“Sounds amazing baby.”

“Good. I’ve got some food left over from earlier, so we can either heat that up or we can order something for you.” A smile has taken over Roosters face and you couldn’t be happier. It was a small smile, but a smile nonetheless.

“Whatever you wanna do,” He shrugs, “I’ll be happy either way, because I’ve got the best wife there is right by my side.”

“Alright Bradshaw, I already married you, there’s no need to suck up to me anymore.” You joke, poking at his sides.

His warm hands snake their way around you, pulling you impossibly close. “I’m serious, you’re the best.” He whines pouting when you dodge his incoming kiss.

“Mm, I love you too, Bradley.”

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Baby Driver

Pairing: Kara Danvers x Lena Luthor

Summary: Lena doesn't know how to drive and Kara offers to teach her so she can take her license, however, driving proves to be harder than Lena thought it would be.

Disclaimer: English is not my first language. I kind of stole someone's idea from a tag on a post, but they totally told me I could do it!

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“Wait, you don’t know how to drive?”

Lena knew she had said too much when every head turned at her with equally surprised looks. It had been a silly comment about how she would have to wait for Sam to stop to drive her by every morning when they first started working together and forged their friendship. Her intention was to tell her friends about her rebellious times against the Luthor family and how she spent months refusing to take anything from them, which included their hired drivers, not to mention their money as well, that being the reason why Lena couldn’t take a cab and had to wait for Sam to walk to her apartment complex so they could take Lena’s second-hand car to work. It was supposed to be a funny thing where her friends would laugh at her stubbornness, maybe tease her for having Sam walk all the way to her apartment just so they could take Lena’s car for work. She was also partially waiting to engage in a conversation with J’onn about the very old car she managed to buy with the amount of money she was making at her very first job.

That’s not what happened, though.

Well, her friends did laugh at her story but, of course, Alex, being the secret agent she liked to think she was, picked up on the small detail in what Lena said that the youngest Luthor had thought no one would even notice.

With a groan, Lena threw her head back against the back of the couch, silently cursing herself for the slip-up. Sitting beside her on the comfortable couch was Kara, who placed a gentle hand on her forearm draped lazily across the couch between them, and Lena forced herself to look at their friends again. She had to make a conscious effort not to melt against Kara and forget about everything else, so, instead of letting her lovey-dovey eyes meet Kara, she chose to point a finger at Alex instead.

“You can’t mock me. I was too busy getting a double degree along with a doctorate.”

The redhead raised her hands in mock surrender from where she was sitting on the floor beside Kelly, with sweet little Esme in front of them while playing with some legos. “Hey, put your guns away, Luthor. I’m just curious. You can put a rocket together with your hands tied behind your back and blindfold while also wearing a kilt-”

“I shouldn’t have told you I’m Irish,” Lena wailed.

“-and you don’t know how to drive?” Alex finished the sentence as if Lena hadn’t said anything, although she quickly pointed a finger at the brunette to add: “I cherish that information, thank you very much.”

Lena rolled her eyes and was about to argue something back, but Brainy beat her to it. “It is actually not that surprising that Lena knows how to build a rocket but can’t drive a car. Those are different things.”

“I like you,” Lena declared with a smile towards her friend which prompted a laugh from everyone else. She waited until it died down before speaking again. “But really, I just never had the time to learn. I also never had a reason to. I mean, my rebellious time lasted just a few months until I went out of money to buy books. I always had a driver ready to take me everywhere and it hadn’t changed over the years, so yes. Not everyone thinks they are going to star in the next Fast and Furious movie, Danvers.”

“I resent that,” Alex commented with a smile that let Lena know she was just joking.

Coming to her aid, Kelly placed a hand on her wife’s shoulder to keep her from teasing Lena any further. “You have time now,” she gently reminded Lena. “Don’t you want to learn it?”

Lena was happy that Kelly very gracefully avoided saying that she also didn’t have a driver anymore. After defeating Lex - again - just a few weeks ago, Lena was still trying to put her life on track. She knew she would want to put L-Corp back on its feet again, but Lena was taking her precious time to do it this time around so she wouldn’t be overloaded with work again. Meanwhile, Lena was still sharing Kara’s apartment with her, studying for another doctorate - that she honestly didn’t need, but that was something nice to put her attention on - and spending her free time trying to come up with ways to improve Kara’s super suit, helping the rest of the team or coming to terms with her past.

It had been fun, to put it simply.

“Well, I suppose,” Lena ended up replying after considering the question for a few seconds. “It’s not something I miss, but it would be nice to know how to drive if I ever need it for some reason.”

That’s when Kara decided to jump into the conversation with her usual overly excited personality. “I can teach you.”

Before Lena could ever think about replying to that - and she would have to admit it would take a while to get her brain to function because she made the mistake of looking to the side and she met Kara’s blinding beautiful smile and bright blue eyes, and it was just too much to handle - Alex had her own input in the subject. “No way! You’re a terrible driver, Kara!”

“I’m not!” The blonde quickly argued as she glanced at her sister with her mouth hanging open in shock.

“You so are,” Alex scoffed.

“She’s not,” Nia said, coming to help her mentor in the stupid argument going on. “She used to drive around a lot with me when I first started working at CatCo.”

“Thank you, Nia!” Kara exclaimed happily. “See?” She then skillfully dodged the pillow that Alex threw her way.

“How much did you pay her to say that?”

“Nothing!” Very maturely, Kara stuck her tongue out to Alex.

While everyone else shared a laugh at the sister’s antics, Lena decided to place her hand on Kara’s thigh to show her some support - and also just because she could. “I appreciate the offer, but I don’t think you want to waste your time trying to teach me how to drive.”

“Of course I want!” Kara chirped in quickly, already turning herself on the couch so she could face Lena more easily. Their knees were almost brushing against it other now and it made Lena smile like a schoolgirl. “I always want to spend time with you!”

The chorus of “aww” that went around only made Lena blush a little, but she didn’t think twice before leaning over to kiss Kara’s lips - because she could do that now! She could kiss Kara now. She could just lean closer and kiss Kara’s lips, and, for the love of God, that was something Lena loved doing. Lena was almost sure that Kara had some addicting poison in her lips because she had been hooked since the first time she did that, but she honestly didn’t mind. She could kiss Kara now, and they were sharing an apartment, and they held hands while walking down the street to Noonan’s, and they drew each other silly things in the bathroom mirror just to make the other person smile when they took a shower next.

“It’s going to be fun,” Kara said after they pulled away from the chaste kiss. She didn’t go too far and her nose was still brushing against Lena’s, which made it a bit hard for the brunette to think while she looked at the bright blue eyes staring at her. “You can take your license then and we can have one of those cute dates at the parking lot theater outside town.”

Okay, Lena wanted that.

She found herself nodding before she even thought it through, though, but it was worth it when Kara yelped and pulled her in for a thigh hug. Lena laughed happily while she tried to find a comfortable position for the hug, deciding lastly to rest her cheek on Kara’s chest as her arm wrapped around the blonde’s waist. Nia and Kelly were clapping and playfully telling her words of encouragement, while J’onn was just smiling at them all and Brainy was trying to help Esme with her Lego tower, but Alex looked just a bit concerned as if she wasn’t entirely sure this was a good idea.

“Can’t you drive there?” She mumbled at Kara, but she backed away when her sister threw her a warning look. “Well, I’m sure Lena can figure out how to drive a car. She can drive a spaceship, so it won’t be a problem.”

“I will pretend I didn’t hear your sarcasm, Danvers,” Lena replied.

“And I will pretend you don’t shove your tongue down my sister’s throat, Luthor,” Alex shot back with one arched eyebrow.

Lena shrugged. “Not only there.”

The reactions she got to that were immediate and hilarious. Alex groaned and put her hands on her face, while her wife laughed loudly, falling back on the floor. Nia pretended to be shocked and covered Esme’s ears but she was also laughing when she had to lean over to explain to Brainy what Lena meant by that while J’onn announced that was his cue to go to the kitchen to grab another soda. Kara, on the other hand, blushed a deep shade of red and hugged Lena even harder so she could hide her face in the crook of Lena’s neck.

“Zhao,” the whispered the complaint against Lena’s skin, although she sounded a bit amused too.

The word of endearment, though, made Lena’s heart swell with love and pride. Kara had been more and more open about her heritage after they made amends, especially after they started that tentative relationship between them, and hearing Kara speaking her native language with her almost made Lena’s heart beat faster.

It made her raise her head, untangling herself from Kara’s arms, to peck her lips again and that had been it. The conversation ended there and they shortly decided to go back to their game of Scrabble, which Lena, of course, won. Alex, Kelly and Esme left not too long after that, with the kid already half asleep in her mom’s arms. Nia, Brainy and J’onn helped them clean up before the Martian offered the couple a ride home, and then there was only Kara and Lena left at the studio apartment.

Lena honestly thought the conversation would be forgotten soon. She knew she would eventually have to face Alex’s jokes about it every once in a while, but it was fine. Lena was a grown woman, she could handle it - and she could always make her sister-in-law shut up by making some not-so-innocent comments about Kara. She did think Kara’s offer to teach her how to drive wouldn’t be remembered, however.

So, imagine her surprise when Kara took her to a mostly empty parking lot on a Sunday afternoon when they were supposed to be home cuddling on the couch while watching a re-run of Desperate Housewives.

“Uh,” Lena said when she stopped walking. The parking lot wasn’t necessarily big since it was behind Noonan’s, and she could see two cars parked there, but she was confused because they had walked there from Kara’s apartment. “What are we doing here?”

“What do you think?” Kara asked excitedly. She had kept walking, now doing it backward so she could look at Lena, and her smile was large. “I’m teaching you how to drive!”

“What?”

“I told you I would do it, didn’t I?” Kara laughed, finally stopping in her tracks to open her arms. “So here we are!”

Lena looked around slowly. There was a large garbage bin pressed against the back of the restaurant, a few light poles spread around and, other than the two cars, there was nothing else. No trees, no bushes, no sidewalk, nothing. Even so, Lena started feeling sweat forming on her forehead because that was insane. She didn’t need to learn how to drive. She had managed to live that long without driving!

“Come on,” Kara called her while waving a hand for Lena to get closer. “It’s going to be fun!”

Lena really should learn how to say no to Kara.

That was starting to become a problem.

She sighed and started walking slowly towards the blonde, as if her slow pace could, somehow, make the other woman change her mind - or a meteor to fall from the sky right on top of her, although she was sure Kara would find a way to stop it before it happened. So, apparently, she was doomed to learn how to drive.

It wasn’t like she was afraid to do so or that she didn’t trust Kara to be a good teacher, but… Lena had never done it. She never sat behind the wheel. But it couldn’t be that hard, right? She had done harder things in her life, for sure.

“Is that Alex’s car?” Lena asked suddenly when she recognized the vehicle parked right behind Kara. The other car was all the way across the parking lot, very far away.

“Yes!” Kara answered her happily as she turned around to show it to Lena. It was a black car, beautiful she could say, and brand new.

Very new.

As in “Alex bought it two months ago” new.

Lena arched one eyebrow. “How did you convince her to let you use her car?” Alex hadn’t let anyone but herself and Kelly drive it, so Lena couldn’t even imagine how that conversation went.

“Oh, you know,” Kara waved a hand dismissively, which was enough indication that Lena wasn’t going to like her answer, “I told her I couldn’t take J’onn’s car because it’s so old and it’s very unlikely you will ever drive something like that.”

“And she just said yes?”

This time Kara hesitated. She refused to look back at Lena and her eyes kept staring at the back of the car for several seconds before she sighed. “I told her it might be nice to teach you how to drive so you could take your license in case something ever happens and you need to take Esme from school.”

The words were said in a rush, but Lena understood them clearly. She was too shocked to say anything at first, although a big smile slowly took over her face. “You bribed Alex with her own kid? Oh my, Kara Zor-El, you’re evil.”

Kara groaned, doing her best to glance at Lena with her innocent blue eyes. “I’m not even that sorry,” she admitted.

Lena laughed and approached Kara to kiss her cheek. “Come on, let’s get moving with it.”

A minute later, Lena was sitting behind the wheel for the first time in her life. Kara was sitting by her side with a grin and a very chill-out attitude, which was the complete opposite of how Lena was feeling. She had been afraid to touch anything until Kara told her she would need to adjust the review mirror and the seat, but she hadn’t moved since she did that and placed both of her hands on the wheel. Her knuckles were a bit white but they both pretended not to notice it.

“Okay, so there’s really no secret here. You’re going to start the car, change gears and put it into drive. Then you’re going to slowly step on the gas pedal while you remove your foot from the brake and you’re going to take off.”

“That’s it?” Lena asked in confirmation.

Kara chuckled. “That’s it, yes. I mean, it would’ve been harder if it was a stick-shift car, but this is automatic. You don’t have to do much, really. Just keep both hands on the steering wheel and don’t step too hard on the gas pedal.”

Lena could do that.

That was way easier than putting a rocket back together or driving a spaceship.

She could do it.

With a deep breath, Lena put her hand on the keys and turned it to get the car started. She let it go after it made a loud noise, though.

“Too much,” Kara warned her with a gentle smile. “You don’t need to hold it for that long, but it worked, so now you change the gear. You’re going to put your hand here and press this button, then you’re going to move it to drive.” She waited until Lena did that before she clapped proudly. “Yes! Now you put the handbrake down. Okay, so your left foot is going to step on the brake and your right foot is for the gas pedal. Don’t mix them,” she joked, completely missing the gulp that made Lena’s throat bob. “Slowly press the gas pedal now.”

Lena could do it.

Really.

She could.

After another deep breath, Lena used the tip of her shoe to press on the gas pedal while she took her left foot from the brake.

Things happened way too fast after that.

The car jolted suddenly, making Lena hit her back hard against the seat, and it started to move forward with small jumps. A bit in panic, Lena ended up pressing the gas pedal again and the car went forward way faster than she ever wanted it to go, and her first reaction was to pull the handbrake up. Kara, luckily, saw what she was about to do and stopped her hand from touching it.

“No, no! We don’t pull the handbrake when we’re moving,” she said with a nervous laugh. They were going a bit faster than she would like for a first class, but the parking lot was larger than it seemed and there was nothing in front of them, so it was fine. Or that’s what she told herself while her other hand moved to the grab handle. “Just take your foot from the gas pedal and step on the brake.”

That’s what Lena did next, but, again, it was with much more intent than it should have been. The car came to a very sudden stop making Lena go forward and almost hit the wheel, before she stretched out her arms and pressed herself against the seat, eyes wide and heart racing. Kara hadn’t moved at all, although the blonde was looking through the windshield with her eyebrows raised and lips pursed. For a few seconds, no one said a thing, until Kara turned her head with an awkward smile.

“Well, we need to work on being more subtle,” she commented with a still gentle voice, though Lena could see her jaw twitch a bit.

“Jesus, Kara, this was a bad idea,” Lena said with a blush and sorrowful eyes. “I’m sorry, I-”

“No, no, no,” the other woman interrupted her quickly, trying to turn on her seat to take a better look at the brunette. “Don’t apologize. You’re learning! Did you always know how to mix chemicals or sold wires together or did you have to learn it?” She laughed. “It’s going to be fine, really. This time, just try to step more lightly on the gas pedal. If you want to brake, do it slowly, okay?”

Lena still looked unsure, but she didn’t say anything. Instead, she looked forward again, sighed, and decided to try again. The second time around was better than the first, but she started to panic because she thought she was about to hit a tree - that was several feet away from them - and she ended up braking way too hard again. It kept happening for a while. Lena would move a few inches and suddenly step on the brake, afraid she might hit something, to the point where they hadn’t even reached the end of the parking lot to start making their way back.

Kara could feel herself getting a bit frustrated because, no matter what she said, Lena would still freak out and stop the car instead of keep driving. And not a smooth stop either. However, Kara refrained from saying anything about it since she knew that was the first time Lena was ever driving a car and because she knew that losing her temper wouldn’t help anyone. Even if Lena was having trouble making the car drive in a straight line.

“Okay, we’re going to stop here and try to turn around,” Kara said after another particular hard stop. Lena had started sweating at some point and she looked at the blonde as if she had suggested they jump off a cliff after she said that. “Lena, you need to learn how to turn the wheel, come on. Besides, if we keep going straight, you won’t have enough space to turn later.”

“Maybe that’s enough lesson for today,” Lena suggested with a grimace.

But Kara just chuckled. “We’ve been here for half an hour.” She must have seen the panic in Lena’s eyes though, because she softened her features and placed a warm hand on the other woman’s thigh. “We will cover the basics today and return some other day, okay?”

“Okay,” Lena agreed quietly.

“Good.” Kara leaned to kiss Lena’s cheek before she returned to her seat - her hand had not left the grab handle since the first time Lena stepped on the pedal. “Now, you’re going to go forward and, once you drive past that like mark on the floor, you’re going to start turning the wheel. We need to make a curve so we will be facing the other way, so don’t stop turning it, but remember to do it slowly. Don’t do it too fast or too hard or we will be jerked to the side. Oh, and take care with the garbage bin.”

Lena wasn’t sure if her heart beating fast or her sweaty palms were the worst, but she had no idea that driving would make her feel a step away from a heart attack. However, she didn’t want to let Kara down. She wanted to prove to her girlfriend that she could do it, that she could learn how to drive, but she also wanted Kara to be happy that she was the one who taught Lena. And Lena couldn’t deny that she also wanted to take Kara on that date the blonde had mentioned.

“Hey,” Kara softly called her when Lena kept staring at something in the distance. She waited until the younger Luthor was looking at her again before smiling and reaching out to take one of her hands for the steering wheel. “What if I tell you something funny to help you relax?” Neither of them missed the way Lena nodded eagerly at that, but Kara chose not to mention it. “Okay, so, I’m actually a good driver. I can hear when cars are getting closer, I respect literally all traffic laws, and I had never got involved in an accident. However…” Kara’s tone became playful and, even if Lena didn’t know the end of the story yet, it already made her smile. “I like to tease Alex a little bit. So, whenever she lets me drive, I go just a bit faster and make the curves a bit too closely to the other cars, and I pretend I’m not going to stop at the red lights or that I’m not seeing people crossing the road.” Kara chuckled.

Lena also laughed, shaking her head in amusement. “That’s why she said you’re a terrible driver?”

“Yes.” The blonde glanced up and winked at her. “I just like to see her squirm in her seat and it’s quite funny when she starts turning green,” she admitted shamelessly.

“You’re terrible,” Lena laughed, not even noticing how tension left her body.

“I know, but it’s fun.” Kara shrugged. “It’s nearly impossible for me to ever hit a car I’m driving. Come on, I have super senses and perfect reflexes. I can stop from hitting someone or something, and I can hear if someone is about to hit me and get out of the way. I don’t think Alex ever realized that, though.” She paused to narrow her eyes at Lena. “And you’re not going to tell her.”

Lena shook her head quickly. “Never, but I kind of want to be in the car the next time you drive her somewhere.”

“Deal,” Kara conceded with an overly dramatic handshake before she leaned closer to kiss Lena’s lips. “Now, come on. We can go home after you make the turn, I think you had enough emotions for one day.”

Lena felt much better after Kara’s little anecdote, much more confident too because she had Supergirl in the car with her. It was unlikely that anything bad would happen. So, with a small smile, Lena decided to get going with it.

She took her foot from the brake and stepped on the gas pedal, and, for the first time that day, the car didn’t jerk suddenly. It actually moved really smoothly and Lena didn’t feel the need to stop. She kept it going slow, looking at the review mirrors even if she knew there was no one behind her, and reminding herself that the trees were far away from where they were. Lena drove past the mark that Kara pointed out before and slowly, very slowly, started to turn the wheel.

“Very nice!” Kara celebrated. “Just keep going.” Lena surprisingly made the turn almost perfectly, although she did pull the wheel a bit harder when she got closer to the garbage bin even if it was clear she wasn’t going to hit it. Upon seeing that, Kara yelled like Lena had just saved the world again. “Keep going! Don’t stop! You’re doing great, just keep driving until we’re back to where we were parked before.”

Lena could do it.

It wasn’t that hard, really.

She just needed to keep both hands on the wheel and remember not to put too much strength into things.

Oh, no, they had another garbage bin?!

“Oh,” Kara breathed out when Lena pivoted the steering wheel so quickly that not even the alien saw it coming. “Wait, Lena, turn it again.” Again, she did it way faster than she should’ve and Kara almost moved to grab the steering wheel from her, but she kept herself from doing that at the same time she bit her bottom lip to hold back a scream. “Just keep going straight, okay? There’s nothing in front of you, you’re not going to hit anything.”

If Lena wasn’t panicking at that moment, she would’ve noticed how on edge Kara sounded and how badly she was holding herself from being unnecessarily rude - though it would’ve been a reaction out of fear. But, since Lena was too busy thinking that the trees were getting closer and that the garbage bin was moving toward her, her only concern was to keep driving. Which, ironically, was the opposite reaction she was having before when she would brake every few seconds.

Kara grabbed the seat beneath her and straightened her back as she held her breath, trying to show Lena she trusted her at the same time her brain was telling her she shouldn’t be trusting Lena right now. She saw the brunette driving mostly in a straight line after the sudden pivot from before and tried to relax, which didn’t work when she saw Lena driving past the point where she was supposed to stop.

“Lena-” she tried to warn her but got too afraid to say something that would make the brunette do something wrong again. “Uh…”

Kara’s eyes kept moving around while she tried to make sure everything was fine, though her hand grabbed her seat a bit harder. There was nothing to the sides, just the trees very far away and the back of Noonan’s, which was also not that close. The only thing in front of them was the other car parked there - which she knew belonged to the Noonan’s manager - but it was still a bit far and she was sure Lena was seeing it. It was right in the way and Lena wasn’t blind. She also seemed very eager to press the brake before, so Kara was sure they weren’t going to hit it.

Almost sure.

Once they got closer, Kara moved in her seat. “Lena… The… Uh, the car. You need to…”

Lena moved the steering wheel to the side, allowing Kara to breathe again, and the blonde let out a nervous chuckle when she looked to the side at the other woman. Well, now she was just thinking Lena was messing with her the same way she used to do with Alex. And, okay, fine, maybe she should stop doing that with her sister because it was actually a bit scary.

When Kara looked forward again, though, she saw the other car way closer than it should be.

Kara didn’t think twice before stretching her arm across Lena’s chest to hold her in place and avoid her getting hurt, and, a second later, both cars hit with a loud noise.

And then there was silence.

Kara’s arm was still holding Lena in place and they were both looking outside with wide eyes - though the brunette was the clear image of someone panicking while Kara just held no emotion in her face. Luckily, the airbag hadn’t been triggered since the car wasn’t that fast, but Kara could see the dents in both cars even without moving. Incredulous, Kara glanced around to make sure she had seen things right before.

There was nothing else there. Nothing. Just a single car that Lena managed to hit when she had all the space in the world to drive around it.

Unbelievable.

“Oh, no,” Lena breathed out finally, which put Kara into action immediately.

“Are you okay? Did you get hurt?”

Blue eyes moved to study the woman beside her to make sure she had been able to prevent Lena from getting hurt, searching for a scratch or a bruise, anything. Lena, however, just turned her head to look at her with wide eyes and a bit maniac expression. “You said it was impossible to get into a car accident with you!”

“I wasn’t the one driving!” Kara quickly defended herself in the same loud tone Lena had used, although she couldn’t help but start seeing some humor in it.

Holy shoot. Lena hit the only thing around them with Alex’s car.

“Fuck!” Lena yelled before putting both hands on her face. “Alex is going to kill me!”

“I don’t think she will,” Kara said with a hint of humor. “I mean, it’s more likely that she will drop dead before she thinks about killing you.”

“Kara!” The brunette exclaimed when her girlfriend started laughing. “That’s not funny!”

“It kind of is!” Kara kept laughing. “Look around, Lena, you hit the only thing in front of you for miles!”

“Kara!”

Before Lena could say anything else, the back door of the restaurant opened and the manager, probably having heard the noise, stepped out to go check what was going on. Kara’s smile disappeared as soon as she spotted the old man.

“Uh-uh,” she whispered.

Lena apologized profusely to the kind man. He didn’t seem mad, but he was a bit sad about the damage to his car. It had dented his back door, although Alex’s car was in a worse condition. Still standing in front of the man, Lena made a bank transaction, sending him enough money to buy three cars like his even if the man kept telling her there was no need to give him that much money. It made Lena’s bank account go even worse than it already was since she stepped back from L-Corp, but that was the least she could do. She still had money from other investments she had made and the man literally had nothing to do with anything that happened, so, yes, he deserved the money.

After that problem was solved, Kara, who had been behind to let Lena deal with things, smiled at her and offered her an apology for not being able to stop her in time. Lena wasn’t mad at her - she could see it was her fault now that she wasn’t so nervous anymore - and they ended up hugging each other while looking at the damage to Alex’s car for a while.

“Promise me you won’t let your sister kill me,” Lena whispered after a couple of minutes.

And Kara had laughed, kissed the top of her head, and told her that Alex wouldn’t kill her. She knew her sister wouldn’t be happy, but she wouldn’t kill Lena - what she didn’t say was that she wasn’t sure Alex wouldn’t try to do it, but Lena would be fine.

Kara drove the car back to their shared apartment even after Lena said she should be there to tell Alex she hit her car, but the blonde only kissed her goodbye and went to drop off the car to her sister alone. The silence that went on for minutes after Alex stepped outside her building and saw the state of her car spoke volumes, although Kara was glad that Kelly was there to make sure her sister wasn’t going to freak out too much.

“Please, don’t be mad at her,” Kara asked her softly. “She was nervous and I should’ve taken a closer look. Lena’s feeling pretty bad already.”

Alex kept quiet for another minute before she took a shaky breath in while putting her hands on her hips. “My car,” was all she said with a trembling voice.

Standing outside, Kara was still talking with her sister about two hours later - well, she was actually letting Alex scold her for being reckless, really - when a cab stopped across the street and Lena got out of it. The blonde glanced at her sister to be sure Alex wouldn’t flip a table at her girlfriend, but her sister had dutifully snapped her mouth shut to keep herself from saying anything.

“I got you a new car,” Lena said before anyone could say something. “Exactly like this one.”

Kara saw the way her sister’s jaw moved like she was grinding her teeth, but that seemed to be enough to Alex because the redhead sighed and nodded. “You could’ve just paid for the repair, you know?”

Lena waved a hand. “It would lose market value,” she declared once she stopped beside Kara. Her girlfriend put one arm across her sounders and Lena instinctively wrapped her arm around the blonde’s waist like it was second nature already. “I also bought you another something to make it up for you.”

“Really, Lena, maybe it’s a bit too much. I mean, yes, it looks bad, but you could’ve just paid for-Holy crap!” Alex's sudden outburst occurred when she saw a truck turning around the corner. Not any truck. “You bought me a Harley-Davidson?!”

“I hate you, Luthor!” They heard Kelly yelling from the window of their shared apartment, where she had gone to take care of Esme after making sure her wife would live another day.

Lena glanced up to see her friend leaning to look down. “I got you a new coffee machine!”

After a pause, Kelly yelled back: “I love you, Lena!” and disappeared inside the apartment.

Kara laughed while she thought her sister’s neighbors must have them, but her attention quickly shifted back to the truck parked in front of the building. She saw her sister running towards it like a kid on Christmas morning and smiled when Alex started talking with the driver as soon as he stepped out of the vehicle. She had no idea how Lena managed to do that so fast, but she was sure Alex would never complain about anything else for the rest of her life.

“Why don’t I get a motorcycle?” Kara asked with a chuckle.

Lena frowned and tilted her head to the side. “You know how to drive one?”

“Of course,” the blonde shrugged.

If she noticed the way Lena’s green eyes went darker, she didn’t say anything. “Good to know,” the brunette mumbled with a smile as she looked back at her sister-in-law.

“Maybe Alex can lend me hers,” Kara joked loudly enough for her sister to hear.

“Not a change in hell,” came Alex’s immediate reply, although the woman hadn’t been able to remove the smile from her face as she said it.

They didn’t get rid of Alex’s damaged car until Lena was done with her classes - just in case, since they didn’t want any more damaged cars. It took Lena some time, but she actually became a good driver once the initial fear was gone, although it took Alex months before she agreed to enter a car that Lena was driving. And she only did that because she had to teach Lena how to parallel park.

Kara didn’t know how.

J’onn was too busy with something.

Nia and Brainy didn’t know how to drive.

And Alex wasn’t about to let her wife - the love of her life - enter a car to risk her life.

Surprisingly, Lena managed to park perfectly on her first try. She was just great with the math behind it.

When Lena took her test, all of her friends and her girlfriend were waiting outside for her, and they all celebrated without caring if anyone was watching. They took their little celebration to Noonan’s later that night and Lena felt loved as she never had before. A week later, she took Kara on that silly date, but they spent most of the time making out inside the car rather than actually watching the movie, but that was okay because they weren’t using Alex’s car that time around.

Months later, they reacted the same way when Lena got her new degree, and Lena couldn’t help but think it was great to have people cheering for her like that.

And if she asked Kara for a little gift to celebrate her degree, well, that was no one’s business. She did wrap her arms securely around Kara when her girlfriend drove them off on the new motorcycle, though.

Thank you, @supercorp-superclown, for allowing me to do this and for also giving me ideas!

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[bobbyseyesmile]

Pride and Passion | 9

Chapter 9

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Weeks went by without Negan keeping his promises. Of course… You knew the chances were slim from the start but still- you kept asking him, hoping to see your family and friends again.

In all this time you saw Rosita twice. Once when you sneaked down to her holding cell but eventually were caught by Dwight. Of fricking course, he tattled all about it to Negan and the latter one wasn’t happy about it. It set you back a few days from going to Alexandria. Or so he said because it wasn’t Negan’s intention from letting you go there ever. But he didn’t let you know that, cause the ���promise” made it easier for him to control you and keep you in line.

Anyways, the second time you saw your best friend was when she was working in the yard, helping with low quality chores and listening to Simons thunderous voice yelling all kinds of orders.

She looked up and your eyes met. It always made you cry on the spot although you weren’t exactly soft centered. Rosita herself was a warrior, stubborn and sometimes a little bit aggressive, but you saw the tears in her eyes. You couldn’t talk to her; in fact, you never explained the whole wife-husband thing with Negan so you just hoped and prayed that she didn’t think you betrayed your people.

What you didn’t know was that Negan observed that little exchange of looks between you two. He wanted, no, he needed to know more about Rosita, hoping that one day he could turn her against Rick, using her as a secret weapon. Chances were slim but not impossible. Could be a little bit of work given that Negan bashed in the head of her red-headed lover.

When you turned around you saw Negan and how he looked at Rosita. There was a funny feeling spreading in your guts- you didn’t like his expression at all. What if he tried to make her a wife as well? Rosita would’ve never agreed and that on the other hand would have been dangerous for her. If Negan wanted something, he got it. You looked back to your best friend who continued her work, not looking back in your direction again.

“Negan.” You called and his head turned around, curiosity in his eyes when he realized to whom the voice belonged. “We need to talk.”

Unless other people he wasn’t scared by that statement at all- what could happen to the biggest man in his own kingdom? “Sure thing, doll.” He answered and showed a row of pearly whites.

Negan led you two to his room and sank in his soft leather couch. “So, what is it you wanted to talk about?”

“Rosita.” You said but he already waved his hand and made you stop. “No. There is literally nothing we have to talk about in that matter.” Negan stood up and grabbed his leather jacket. “Come on darling, I have places to be.”

Panic rushed through your body and you almost grabbed his arm but decided against it. “It’s just… you don’t plan to make her a wife as well?”

That caught the tall man off guard and he stopped in his tracks. “What?”

“You heard me.” You crossed your arms in front of your chest, feeling vulnerable and small.

“I did indeed. Maybe I should rephrase: What the fuck?” He grinned and placed his jacket down on the bed.

“Just answer it, please.” His behavior made you uneasy. He was way too relaxed.

“Is that fucking jealousy I hear in your pretty voice?” his smiled widened when he saw your flustered face. Jealousy? Is that what he thought your concern was?!

“What the hell, Negan?” the words blurted out of your mouth before you could stop yourself. To your surprise he just started laughing and plopped down on his couch again. “Jealousy? Are you crazy, why would I be jealous? I am literally concerned about my friend and her future at the Sanctuary!”

“Oh, I see. Concern it is because for me it sounded like ya don’t want to share your place as my favorite one.”

“I already share with your other wiv- wait a minute… What did you just say? Your favorite?”

“Ya heard me, princess.”

“Bullshit.” You snorted making him smile again. “It’s true.” “I don’t care… So please tell me, what is Rosita’s future here?”

Negan let out a long sigh and scratched his beard. “That depends.”

“Oh yeah? Depends on what?!”

“Her behavior.” He answered, making a small pause before he continued speaking: “And yours.” Negan eyed you carefully, every little reaction from you caught his eyes.

“My behavior?”

“Sure. Yours can have consequences for your friend here and your friends back at Alexandria. Think about it- why would the most stubborn person who gives me the most trouble be my favorite? Also, I can’t fuck you against my wall like my other wives.” The last part made you blush and you quickly turned around to hide your reddened cheeks. Negan, of course, noticed it and let out a small snort. “Because you are a powerful tool to me. I can control your annoying Daddy and I can control your hot Latina friend.”

“A tool? Wow, how romantic.” You whispered more to yourself but he heard it.

“Oh, I’m sorry, what was that? Ya want romance now?” Negan meanwhile had left his spot and approached you.

“From you? No, thanks.” You spat but got startled when you realized how close he was.

Negan didn’t touch you, he never did, but a small part inside you wished he would. Just so you could cuss him out, slap him across his way too attractive face. You wanted him to give you a reason to hate him because like it or not, you grew lonely at the Sanctuary.

Slowly but surely, you felt something for him, far from love or anything like that, but maybe you developed a little crush? Which was not good, for apparent reasons and all the things he did.

“Ya know what I think? I think ya starting to like me a little bit and it fucking scares you because, heaven forbid, how can the little girl fall in love with the big bad wolf?” His breath hit your face and you took a step back to keep some distance between you two.

“First of all, I am not a little girl, you hear me? I am a grown ass woman. Second, you are not the big bad wolf you think you are, Negan. I am not scared of you.”

“But you didn’t deny the falling in love part.” He simply said and you blinked your eyes in confusion.

“What?”

“Just some stuff to think about when you fall asleep tonight.” Negan scanned your expression, feeling proud of himself because he hit a nerve with his assumption. He knew you liked him, maybe only sexually, which would be totally fine for him but still- the way you looked at him and reacted to his presence. It was obvious.

“You wish.” You snapped back but just made him grin and shrug his shoulders. “Ya tell yourself what ya want, darling. I know what I need to know.”

With those words he left his own bedroom leaving you behind; confused and scared. Scared that there was a little bit of truth in his words.

The picture of your dead boyfriend appeared in the corner of the room and you quickly closed your eyes, hoping to chase away the demons from your past. But you knew better than anyone else that those demons weren’t going anywhere anytime soon…

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[andromeda-pleiades]

A Married Man

Cw // infidelity, cursing, brief alluisons to torture, pregnancy

A/N : Probably Ooc Price, idk. I feel it's a tad bit realistic, but he is also very mean. also he has a wife. Also the reader is kinda mean, too

I've been scared before.

Scared when hostages don’t comply or respond to torture tactics the way they should. Nervous when I get hit enough times that my body screams. I get frantic when witnesses repeat the same grueling, unnecessary details completely unrelated to my questions. Wasted time was the difference between life and death.

I get scared, sure. But right now . . . I'm terrified.

I've taken five tests, all with the same result. I spent most of my midnight begging and praying that this was all a dream that I couldn't have messed up this bad.

But I woke up this morning in the same nightmare.

I've moved through my day roboticly, but now comes the moment my day has been leading up to. I knocked on my Captains door, the name plate taunting me, serving to remind me that I knew what I was getting into.

"Captain, I need to talk to you." I try to keep all emotion out of my voice.

He pauses his work and looks up at me, making me avert my eyes. "Talk about what exactly?"

"I'm so sorry, John, " As soon as the words leave my mouth, tears start swelling in my eyes. "I really thought we were being careful."

His brow furrows with confusion. "What happened?"

I had all day to prepare what to say but right now everything feels as if it's spilling out of a boiling pot. "I know you didn't tell your wife, and we were keeping it a secret, and I thought I was on birth control, but..." my throat burns and before I could say anything else I feel tears run down my face.

He stares at me his eyes burning into my very soul searching for the unspoken. "You got pregnant!?"

"I'm so sorry John. What are we- What do we tell your wife?

Silence

Silence so thick you can cut through it.

Then he stands taking of his hat and holding it in his hands. He lools at me as if he is in physical pain from this conversation.

"Are you sure that's my child?"

Wait.

What

Am I sure that's his- "Are you seriously calling me a whore John? Fuck, I knew we shouldn't have done this. I shouldn't have slept with you."

"You’re missing my point, love." He stares down at me. "There might be another reason for you being pregnant other than me. I’m not saying you’re a ‘hoe’, I’m saying I know you’re seeing other people. And you’re telling me that the child is mine?"

His face relaxes. This isn't how i imagine this to go maybe its my hormones, or maybe it's his stupid face, but everything about his demeanor is infuriating me. I stand up. "John, I've been sleeping with you and only you for five months now. I cut everyone else off because I wanted to I be with you. "

I feel restless as if the anxiety and anger running through my body can't let me sit still, so I start pacing his office. "I should have fucked gaz instead."

He remains unmoved by my rant. He stays cold, and actually stares me down, his expression slowly growing to anger.

"Do not mention Gaz in that manner."

"Why not? With the way he looks at me, I'm sure he would've jumped at the chance. But no, I had to sleep with the married guy." I throw my hands up in exasperated anger.

He steps towards me

"Do not think for even a second that he looks at you that way." He lowers his voice. "Nor is he the kind to sleep with an irresponsible woman."

Irresponsible woman??

Irre- "Irresponsible woman?!? Did you forget you came to me first? You slept with the irresponsible woman?"

He raises his eyebrows, letting a small smile yug at his lips

"I have not forgotten. But I know for a fact, I wasn’t the one trying to seduce a married, older man into an irresponsible relationship. That was you. A young woman who had no idea what she was doing. So, yes, you are the irresponsible one."

I look him in eyes and scoff at his audacity.

"But that's the thing, John, you are older than me and married, not to mention you're my CO. Im sure the higher-ups and your wife would love to hear how Captain Price was in an affair with his subordinate and knocked her up."

He laughs, this time a full-on, hard-as-nails laugh

"You’re threatening to blackmail me? That’s hilarious."

He takes a hearty step towards me.

"Your little plan of threatening me with my career and reputation won’t work, love. Because you know what they’ll do if you tell everybody about our affair? They’ll kick your ass to the curb, and you’ll be thrown out of the regiment."

I don't know how to explain the emotion I feel. Anger. Disbelief. Sadness.

I'm done.

" I can't believe I loved you, John. I don't know why I thought you were any different." I turn toward the door to leave this conversation in this room to never leave again.

"Don't worry about the baby or me because you'll never have to see us again."

Before I can leave the room, he puts his hat on and stands in front of the door.

"Love, where do you think you’re going?" His voice is still cold.

I try to cool my face into one of indifference.

"Captain, you don't even think the child is yours. This entire conversation shows that we aren't mature enough to raise a baby together."

I try to take a steay breath, but it comes out shaky. "I'm going to get a discharge and leave. Maybe I'll find a nice house where I can raise the baby and start a new job. "

I look him in the eyes, trying to show the meaning behind my words

"I'm not going to force you to be there for them... Captain."

Still, that isn't enough to make him move

"You’re not leaving, love. You’re right. I don’t know if the child is mine. But," His face softens, and his voice turns gentle. "I can’t imagine not being a part of this child’s life. And as your CO, love, I won’t allow you to leave without my say so."

"So what, Captain, what do you want me to do? Because we don't live in this perfect world where people don't ask questions."

" Listen, you can't be a part of my child's life and still live yours."

I take a step towards the door and, in turn him "Let me leave John"

He steps closer to me, his face just inches away from mine

"And why can’t I raise my child while still living my life, hm? What do you think I do at home? Stare at a wall?" He leans in even closer, brushing my nose with his, and whispers: "No, love. I can’t let you leave just yet."

"I think you go home to your wife, and I'm not sure she'll be too happy with you coming home with a kid." I whisper.

A small smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth.

"And if, hypothetically, I was to divorce her, would that be a more better answer to your worries?"

#call of duty #call of duty mw2 #cod #john price #captain price #john price x reader #sorry i didn't give him a british accent i have no respect for the british #toxic relationship #cheating #andromeda pleiades

[charliedawn]

Can the slashers meet Eddie Gluskin? I am just curious you don’t have to if you do not want to. And have a good day or night😊

Warning: MY KNOWLEDGE OF EDDIE GLUSKIN IS ALMOST NONE EXISTENT AND THIS IS AN INTERPRETATION OF WHO I THINK HE IS. PLEASE. DON’T COME AT ME.

Eddie Gluskin AKA "The Groom"

- 46 years old

- Patient with OCD and post-traumatic disorder. Obsessed with finding himself a wife. Abused physically and mentally as a child.

- Very tall and muscular man, middle-aged, with a black slicked back disconnected undercut hairstyle which is neatly combed down and light blue eyes.

- Eddie's face is covered with red scabs, skin peelings and he has a severe case of subconjunctival hemorrhage in both eyes, the right more so than left.

Face claim for him: Cillian Murphy.

VERY DANGEROUS. APPROACH WITH CARE.

Once you read his file, you frowned as you learned that Eddie Gluskin had been abused at a young age. You already felt bad for him. You knew that the first thing that man would need once entering St Louis was to have his personal space as patients with post-traumatic disorder needed to be handled with care—especially the first few days. Hence, you decided to keep his arrival a secret from the slashers at a first, as to not frighten him. You walked towards the entrance with General McCain and a couple of his men when you were made aware he had arrived.

"Be careful. He has already killed two guards in Mount Massive Asylum not a week ago. He is a tough guy."

You chuckled and shook your head.

"Don’t worry, James. I know how to handle tough guys…"

James nodded with a smile smile on his face before he opened the door for you and your entered the room when a handful of policemen were waiting. They were surrounding a man who was chained down to the bench he was sitting on. The man was quiet and his eyes were facing down to the ground. You took a few steps forward before making your way through the policemen to reach the patient.

You stood before him.

"…Eddie Gluskin I presume ?"

The man remained silent for a while before he slowly raised his eyes to look at you.

"…"

He didn’t speak a word. He just started staring at you before you smiled and decided to introduce yourself.

"Y/N L/N. But, you can call me Nurse Y/N. Pleasure to meet you." You extended your hand forward and Eddie Gluskin stared at it for a moment. You chuckled awkwardly as you realised he couldn’t really shake it as he was chained up.

"Oh. Right. Sorry about that. I—" You were cut short when you felt a pressure on your knuckles and your eyes widened as you realised that Eddie Gluskin had just kissed your hand.

…

He then looked up at you with a smile and finally replied.

"Pleasure shared…"

You blinked twice in astonishment before you quickly retreated your hand and Eddie simply smiled at you. Little did you know…You had just unintentionally became Eddie Gluskin’s next 'wife'.

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First time meeting the slashers:

Freddy *appears wearing a wedding dress* : "Heard you were looking for a wife ?"

…What did you expect from the simp master himself ? Of course he would shoot his shot. Eddie is hot. In the way that he is tall, muscular and could rip Freddy to shreds…Of course Freddy would simp for him.

Eddie likes him, but only because he finds him amusing. Eddie chooses his wives upon various very strict criteria. Unfortunately, Freddy wouldn’t make the cut.

Freddy *looking at Author* : "Hey ! What’s that supposed to mean ?!"

When Brahms met Eddie, they both did not really talk much. However, after Eddie spent a little more time around Brahms, he started finding his company enjoyable…

Let’s be honest here.

Brahms would be the perfect bride for Eddie. Brahms is sweet, attentive and touch-starved. So, Eddie would surely like him.

But, I think Eddie would also see him as a child so maybe he wouldn’t try anything, but they would hit it off pretty quickly as two very distinguished gentlemen.

Alpha male standoff.

Eddie Gluskin is the same height and bulk as Michael, which means in Michael language: danger. Michael is like the daddy of the slashers. He protects them. So the first thing that would go through his head would be:

Should I be worried about that guy ?

And the answer is yes.

Eddie Gluskin also noticed the chain of power around St Louis and immediately noticed that all the slashers respected or didn’t mess with Michael. And you—his precious future wife—dared to spend a lot of time around Michael.

So, they wouldn’t really like each other.

Pennywise once pranked him by pretending to be you and Eddie kissed him. Eddie genuinely thought it was you and was so happy…until he opened his eyes and saw it was Pennywise.

…

He punched Pennywise in the face so many times that it took 6 nurses to get him off Pennywise.

Penny bit Eddie Gluskin’s arm because of what he did to his brother.

…

He liked the taste.

Jason met Eddie Gluskin when he was tending to his frogs. He was in the garden near the pond when Eddie came and sat down next to him. They started spending time together and Eddie even started helping him with his frogs.

They became friends—which is quite a feat considering Jason’s trust issues.

…Father Paul’s face after Eddie Gluskin came to him for the 11th time to ask him to officialise his marriage to you. (Give the poor man a break. 🤣)

Even though, A: You’re not aware of it.

B: Eddie Gluskin is mad.

And C: Father Paul is obviously no longer a priest.

But he still does it every time because A: He is bored, and B: Eddie doesn’t leave him alone unless he somehow convinces him that he would so…

#fandoms #imagine #fanfic #pennywise 2017 #pennywise 1990 #slashers #pennywise x reader #michael myers x reader #freddy krueger x reader #jason voorhees x reader #eddie gluskin #eddie gluskin x reader #brahms x reader

[waywardxrhea]

Chapter 1 - Heart of Stone

What happens when you lie to the Devil? How long can one woman keep a lifetime of secrets from the Devil of Hell's Kitchen? The answer may surprise you...

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pairing: Matt Murdock x enhanced!fem!OC

series content: coffee shop AU, fluff, humor, friends to lovers, pining, language, canon typical violence, use of guns, angst, drinking, implied smut, medical emergencies, mental health disorders (PTSD, panic disorder).

"you can build me up, you can tear me down, you can try but i'm unbreakable. you can do your best, but i'll stand the test, you'll find that i'm unshakable. when the fire's burnt, when the wind has blown, when the water's dry you'll still find stone. my heart of stone" - heart of stone, six the musical

word count: 3.9k

A series of unfortunate events leads Julianne Porter to uproot her entire life in London.

Standing at the back of the crowded church, Julianne Porter wiped away a tear that slipped from her eye despite her best efforts to keep them at bay. As she saw her father’s watchful eyes turning in her direction, she darted back behind the pillar so he didn’t see her because that would have meant certain punishment for daring to step foot into the church hosting his wife’s funeral. She was her mother too, but considering he blamed her for his wife’s untimely death in the first place, Julianne was unceremoniously barred from attending the event.

She couldn’t live with herself if she didn’t try to attend though, so she took what she could, sneaking in through the doors right as her mother’s favorite song was playing loudly through the speakers. Eileene was always a lively person and she had always made it clear to her husband Dean that when her time came, she wanted the funeral to be a joyous occasion celebrating her life, love, and career. Despite that wish though, Julianne wore all black because in the end, after what her father said to her that night, she felt she was to blame.

Giggling like a lovestruck teenager, Julianne kissed her boyfriend one last time before they came to a stop at the gate outside of the Porter family manor. “Tonight was amazing,” he told her between the last few kisses of the night.

“Thank you for taking me out, I really needed it,” she replied with a smile, wrapping her arms around his strong form, adding, “I wish it didn’t have to end.”

“Maybe it doesn’t have to… Come back to my place tonight, I’ll make it worth your while,” he told her with a sly wink.

She giggled once more before shaking her head and telling him, “I can’t, you know how it is around here. I…I really shouldn’t have even gone out tonight so last minute. If my father finds out I’ve been with you, he’ll kill me…”

“One day I’m gonna make that man like me, just you wait, darlin’,” he told her confidently.

“In your dreams, that man is-“ she started to say.

Julianne’s sentence was cut off though as she heard a scream coming from within the manor. Her eyes went wide as she pushed Kit away, telling him, “Shit, I have to go. I…I’ll call you later!”

Without a second glance back toward Kit’s shocked form, Julianne was off, racing up the drive of the manor with shaking hands, hoping for the best but expecting the worst upon hearing such an ear-splitting scream. When she got inside though, her worst fears came to fruition as she saw her mother being held at gunpoint. Upon seeing the fear in her mother’s eyes, Julianne put her hands up and said calmly, “Let’s not lose our heads now, let’s talk this out, I’m sure there’s some sort of agreement we can come to here.”

“We aren’t here to bargain princess. Grab her!” the man holding her mother snapped.

“I guess we’re doing it my way then aren’t we?” she asked before forcefully stomping on the ground, sending some of the granite flooring into the air, followed quickly by a punch to send the stone directly at the man holding her mother hostage.

“Don’t let her use her powers you blitherin’ idiots!” the man shouted.

Julianne could see two men coming at her from behind in a mirror across from her and launched an attack on them as well, causing the tile at their feet to suddenly sink into the ground, effectively trapping them in place. In her distraction of making sure that the men’s feet were thoroughly stuck, a third man came up behind her and picked her up off the ground like a daisy. 

“Let go of me! I’ll-!” she tried to shout as she struggled in the man’s strong arms.

Everything in the next few seconds happened so quickly that she didn’t even have time to think before she saw her mother’s brains being shot out of the side of her head by her captor. And Julianne? Well she was screaming bloody murder as the men ran from the house jeering at her all the while.

“What the bloody hell is going on out here, I was in the middle of a conference with a very important client about-“ came Dean Porter’s voice as he stalked into the room flanked by two men from his security detail. He stopped cold though as he saw Julianne weeping over her mother’s body, the pool of blood surrounding them growing steadily. “Ridge, Oliver, find the men who did this. I want them dead. I’ll deal with the brat…” 

A third man emerged from the room holding a binder to his chest, asking, “Dad, what-?” He too stopped cold as he saw his twin sister weeping over their mother’s body, his mouth agape and eyes wide. 

The memory was abruptly interrupted by Julianne’s phone buzzing in her trouser pocket. She sneakily ducked out of the church before answering quietly, “Hey love, everything all right?”

“Smashing,” came Kit’s bright voice from the other line. “Look, I’m really sorry you couldn’t give your mum a proper goodbye… If you want, meet me at our usual spot for some cheering up. I’ll bring your favorite.”

“You’re the best, thank you,” Julianne whispered, her voice breaking with emotion at his kindness. “I’ll see you in ten, I love you.”

“I love you more,” he replied with the slightest crack in his voice at the end. Kit had met Eileen a few weeks ago for the first time and they hit it off instantly, and even though Dean hadn’t approved of Julianne dating, Eileen was happy to see her little girl happy. So, when Julianne told Kit about witnessing her murder, he had been a bit of an emotional mess too. Ever since that night, he had been especially gentle with Julianne and her emotional state, meeting with her in their secret spot just outside of the manor every night and bringing her chocolates or champagne to help her feel better. And while the gifts did bring her joy, merely being in his warm embrace and hearing his reassuring words brought her more comfort than any tangible object could.

The walk to the manor was breezy, the chilled autumn air cutting right through Julianne’s scarf and coat. She hugged her arms close to her body as she approached the little alcove she always met Kit in, calling out quietly, “Kit, it’s Julie, you here?”

Her eyebrows knit together when she didn’t get a response and instead heard a quiet thud on the ground, one that sounded almost…wet? She peered around the corner and for the second time in as many weeks, Julianne was weeping over the body of a loved one. Her limbs went numb, and she felt lightheaded as she surveyed Kit’s battered body bleeding out onto the concrete around him.

As Julianne fell to her knees with a sob, her heart kicked into high gear, racing irregularly in her chest as black threatened to engulf her vision. The darkness started to take over as she fell to the ground, the last thing she saw before passing out was the note nailed to Kit’s chest that read, “This is on you, Julianne.”

“Is someone over here?” James asked as he and Oliver made their way into the area a few minutes later. “I thought you said you heard something,” James snapped as they walked. 

“I did, I swear it,” Oliver replied, turning the corner into the little alcove. He stopped dead in his tracks as he took in the sight in front of him: a bloodied Kit Wilson and Julianne unmoving near him. “Holy shit, James, I-”

“Shit, check on Julie, I’ll call Dad, see what he wants to do,” James said, reaching for his cell in his coat pocket. 

James heard Oliver sigh in relief after a few moments, saying, “She’s alive. Heart rate is through the roof though.”

“It’s that stupid heart condition. She’ll come to soon,” James replied as he listened to his father’s instructions over the phone, turning his back to the scene as a sly smirk twisted its way onto his face. 

“Are you sure you want to do this? There’s always time to back out,” said JD,  a friend of Julianne’s since uni. 

“Yes JD, I’m sure, I’ve been planning this for a month. I…I can’t be here anymore,” she replied quietly as she ran her fingers through her hair. “Remember your promise back when I first found out what you do?”

“Yeah, yeah, I know…” he said with an exasperated sigh. “I’m just saying, this is a big decision, and you haven’t exactly been in the best mindset since…”

“Since my mother and boyfriend were killed because of me?” she asked haughtily.

“I wouldn’t exactly put it like that…” he replied hesitantly.

“Just give me the IDs and passports JD,” she told him.

“Not until you tell me your plan to get out of the country,” he said defiantly.

“How I’m getting out of here doesn’t matter, just know that I’ll manage,” she responded.

“And that’s exactly why I’m worried, Jules. In my line of work when someone says something along those lines it means they’re about to do something either illegal or borderline suicidal. So, which is it?” he asked seriously, holding the documents closely to his body while Julianne impatiently held out her hand.

“Let’s just say that the O’Hare syndicate is about to get a pretty paycheck thanks to me,” she told him while gesturing for JD to hand over the documents.

JD made a choking noise as his eyes went wide. His eyebrows shot up as he asked, “The O’Hare syndicate? As in your father’s most powerful rival? Are you mad?!”

“Quite apparently,” she replied shortly as she snatched the documents from his loosened grip. “If my father wants to play dirty I will too. It’s only fair, innit?”

“Well while we’re on the subject, what the bloody hell is he going to say or do to me and my family when he finds out I helped you? This isn’t just about you anymore!” JD said, a bite of anger in his voice as he glared at Julianne. 

“Trust me, I’ve thought this all out. I can get you and your family out of the country too. Get a new start and get the kids away from…stuff like this,” she said, shaking her head when she ended her sentence. “All you have to do is say the word.”

“And what if your little plan doesn’t work? What if the O’Hares don’t follow through?”

“Then that means I’ll be dead and you won’t have to worry about my father blaming you for helping me. Pack what you need and only what you need. When they agree to my terms, the O’Hares will deal with the rest,” she said as she turned her back and began heading for the door.

“You seem awfully confident this is going to work,” JD called, a hint of desperation in his voice. 

“Just trust me, will you? Be ready to go come week’s end. If all goes to plan this is the last time you’ll be seeing me. Take care old chap,” she said as she pulled her hood over her head and ducked out into the gloomy London night. 

After a ride on the tube and a few minutes walk, Julianne found herself walking into a crowded pub full of Irishmen, armed to the teeth. “Oi, where can I find Sheamus around here?” she shouted, which prompted about a dozen guns and even more blades to be pointed in her direction. 

“That’s that Porter gal innit?” one man asked aloud to his buddies. 

“Why I oughta-” another growled, cocking his gun and aiming it at her forehead. 

Julianne put her hands in the air and said, “Oh calm down, I’m here to cut a deal and line all of your pockets. If I can talk to Sheamus.”

“Pat her down, make sure she isn’t armed,” the second man said while still training his pistol at her head. 

“You know she doesn’t have to have any weapons to fight right? Not with those freak powers of hers…” the first man told him as he advanced toward Julianne and began frisking her. 

“Well then check her for a wire you blitherin’ idiot!” he shouted.

After a more thorough than needed pat down, Julianne asked, “See? I’m unarmed and unwired. I came for a deal. That’s all.”

“You came into enemy territory, that's what you did, lass! Now if you don’t get out of me pub in five seconds, I’ll-” the irate man snarled before he was cut off by a handsomely dressed man entering from behind the bar.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here? Do my eyes deceive me, or is little miss Julianne Porter standing in the middle of my pub?” Sheamus O’Hare asked, throwing a pointed glare at the man with his gun trained on Julianne. 

“The one and only,” Julianne told him with a small smile. 

“Well Miss Porter, I’m not usually one to make deals with me rival’s daughter, especially one whose gotten some of me men caught due to their inability to run from the cops after you…dealt with them. So tell me why you’re here before this place lights up.”

“With all due respect, I’d rather not discuss intricacies in front of so many men, especially ones with guns pointed at me,” she told him, taking a quick glance around the many guns still trained on her. 

“Give me one good reason to let you back into my office and let you walk out of here alive,” he countered. 

“The shipment that’s coming in tomorrow night for my father. The details are yours if you and your men agree to my terms,” she said, not breaking eye contact with him for even a second. 

A smirk slowly made its way onto Sheamus’s face as he gestured for the men to lower their weapons. He reached out a hand for Julianne to take as he said to her, “If that intel’s good, I think we can make the proper arrangements. Follow me.”

As she followed him back to his office, he asked, “So what made you want to turn on your old man?”

“He had my boyfriend killed. I think it’s about proper time he got what’s coming for him,” she replied as she took a seat across from him.

He ran his hand over his facial hair while contemplating the sincerity behind her words before asking, “So what’s in it for us?”

Julianne scoffed, telling him, “Only the biggest shipment this country’s ever seen. It’s coming directly from Mexico with the product hidden in clothing, ready for sale. If you take over the shipment from the seller, you’ll not only get the product, but you’ll also be making him lose money. The daft bastard’s already paid. So he’ll be out and you’ll be swimming in more money than you’ll know what to do with.”

Sheamus narrowed his eyes and asked, “What’s the catch? You seem like you’re a smart girl, there’s no way you’re just doing this to get revenge.”

“So you O’Hares are brighter than they say you are,” she told him with a wink. “But you’re right, there are a few things I want in return.”

“What is it?”

“I need you to help me fake my death and the death of JD Williams plus his family. And you need to make it look damn good because you’ll be sending photographic proof of my death to my father. Once you do those things, we’ll all be out of the country and the slate will be wiped clean. You get a seller, I get revenge and to safety, my father loses. It’s a win-win for the both of us. So, what do you say? Do we have a deal?” When she finished her side of the bargain, she crossed her legs as she waited for his response. 

“So you’re telling me that you’ll give me the information on these shipments in trade for faking some deaths?” Sheamus asked as a wide smile broke out onto his face. 

“That’s it. No tricks, no turning sides when your men are at the docks, just pure revenge.”

“You got a heart o’ stone on ya, don’t ya? I like the sound o’ that,” Sheamus said enthusiastically as he stood up to shake her hand. He put his arm around her waist as they exited the room, telling her, “Now let’s get some Guinness in ya and talk details with my men, yeah?”

Come the end of the week, Crystal was standing near the harbour’s entryway with her hands tucked in her pockets waiting for her father’s men to show up to be ambushed by O’Hare’s men. When a couple finally showed up, she asked them, “What the hell? You were supposed to be here a half hour ago! My father is not going to be pleased with you!”

“Sweetheart, we’ve been run ragged by your old man trying to finish selling from the last shipment, give us a break!” Donnelly snapped as he shoved past her. 

“And don’t plan on just standing here like you always do, you’re coming in with us. Since Mummy isn’t around to stop you from helping out anymore, your old man told us to have you tag along. In case things go bad. Rumor has it the Wellenelly men might be trying to get a piece of the action so he wants you nearby. Got it?”

“Got it,” she said, trying to hide the sudden fear in her voice. She told O’Hare’s men that she would be waiting at the entrance… What if this messes everything up?

As she followed the two men down the dock and heard a truck pulling up nearby to pick up the shipping crate, she hoped that at least one of the men tailing her heard so they could change the plan. She waited with baited breath as she followed the two men toward the designated ship that was bobbing in the water. The man standing near the ledge looked up and said in a hostile tone, “I thought there were only supposed to be two of you.”

“There was a change in personnel,” Donnelly told the man while reaching for a pen in his pocket. 

“I was told that I can only hand off the shipment if there were two men with your description. There wasn’t no girl on the roster!” he countered. 

“Well this here girl is the boss man’s daughter, so unless you want to take this up with Mr. Porter yourself and risk a bullet in the brain, I would-” He couldn’t finish his sentence though as out of seemingly nowhere, the butt of a gun came down hard on his temple.

Instinctively, Julianne told the second man to get down and went into a fighting stance before she felt a sharp knife press to her throat. She froze on the spot, eyes wide as she began pleading for her father’s worker to help. “You so much as think about using your freak powers and I’ll slit your throat faster than you can beg for Daddy’s help,” said the man holding her hostage. 

Before he could do anything though, there were three more O’Hare men on the scene, beating the two Porter men. Right before the second passed out from his injuries, the victor spit near his unmoving body and said, “You tell Porter that his shipment is ours and so is his whore daughter!” He turned his attention to the man holding Julianne and snapped, “Take care of her and make sure Porter knows not to mess with us from here on out!”

“What do you want me to do to her?” he asked with a smugness in his voice as he pressed the blade further into her skin, drawing blood. 

“Kill her for all I care!” the first man said before turning his attention to the man on the boat. 

“This is gonna hurt,” muttered the man holding Julianne as he took a swift swing at her temple that had her vision blacking out faster than she could process what was happening. 

By the time she came to, Julianne was in what seemed like an abandoned hotel with blood smeared all over her body, clothes, and hair. The smell was horrendous and she tried not to gag as she sat up from her position on the floor. “Oh you’re awake, finally. I didn’t think you were going to come to,” came a woman’s voice from behind a camera nearby. “Go on, you can get up, we just finished taking all the photos we needed to send to your father.”

“God, what is that smell?” Julianne asked as she stood up and looked at what seemed to be a brutal crime scene. 

“Sheep’s blood. The fake shit they use for theatre wasn’t gonna cut it, so I got some real blood. Hope you don’t mind.”

“I don’t guess I had a choice, did I?” she asked as she caught the towel the woman tossed her. 

She took a quick shower to wash off the blood and emerged feeling refreshed. As she looked at herself through the fogged up mirror, Julianne shook her head and grabbed the scissors she brought with her into the bathroom and began cutting her long hair. Once she got her hair looking neat enough resting on her shoulders, she emerged from the bathroom to meet with the woman again. 

“Nice cut, but you missed a few spots,” the woman said with a light laugh as she took the scissors from Julianne and tidied the haircut up. As she finished up, she added, “You don’t have much time before you need to get out of the country, are your arrangements ready?” 

Julianne nodded, checking her watch as she told her, “Flight’s in three hours. Red eye to the States.” She paused for a moment, telling the woman, ��Thank you guys…”

“Thank you,” the woman said with a small smile on her lips. She paused for a second before saying, “Once you exit those doors, Julianne Porter will no longer exist. I hope you know what you’re doing. And when you get there, cover up that God-awful paperboy hat tattoo if you know what’s good for you.”

“Don’t worry, I can handle myself. My mother raised me right,” she replied as she exited the building with her sunglasses on and hood pulled over her head. 

“Miss Shaw?” came a voice as she felt a tapping on her shoulder, rousing her from her slumber. She made a noise of discontent as she stirred awake, her joints aching from sitting for so long. “Miss Shaw, we landed in New York. We’re deplaning now.”

“Oh, right, sorry,” she replied in a groggy voice as she stood up and grabbed her carry on from the overhead bin. 

As she walked out of the plane and through the airport, Julianne suddenly felt a weight lift off her shoulders at the prospect of freedom ahead of her. She would no longer be under her father’s control. She would no longer have her every move tracked. She could have a life! Friends! A normal job! And all that began to happen as she stepped out of the doors of JFK and onto the New York streets, not as Julianne Porter, but as Crystal Shaw.

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Sharing Secrets

(Are These Cute Drabble Part Two)

Pairing: Rhea Ripley x Reader Word Count: 1,271 Description: Rhea finally shares her secret with you.

Part One

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“I’m telling you Damian I didn’t think I was going to make it. I had to make up an excuse on why I couldn’t hang out with her until after dinner. And then when I went to sleep I kept seeing them in my dreams.”

Rhea drops her head on the table causing Damian to wince.

“Okay first off, don’t do that you’re going to get a headache or damage your brain more so then it already is.”

“Piss off!”

She laughs, turning her head to look at him and give him the finger.

“Asshole.”

Chuckling Damian shrugs his shoulders.

“Look, you’ve been crushing on her for nearly a year and a half. I think it’s time you just come right out and tell her. If it’s getting to the point you can’t escape her even in your dreams which will start keeping you up at night. Then you need to tell her, knowing is better then wondering and stressing yourself out. Besides it’s y/n she’s not going to kick you out of her life if she doesn’t feel the same.”

“I suppose you’re probably right, I should just come right out and tell her. Maybe we’ll just have only a small awkward time period. Thank D I really appreciate all the help and advice you’ve given me with this.”

“You’re welcome. I'm happy to help you out anyway I can. You’re familia and as such you get all the big brother privileges.”

Giving him a hug Rhea finishes her lunch and promises to text him later with details. Heading back towards her room Rhea pulls out her phone.

Goth Wife💋🖤: Hey I need to talk to you about something? Are you free to meet? It’s kinda personal so maybe my or your room would work best

Hesitating for a few moments Rhea sighs she needed to do this but the fear it could all end horribly wouldn’t leave her mind. Taking a deep breath she pressed send then shoves her phone into her pocket. Best to just leave it out of sight for now.

Taking the elevator to her hotel room Rhea swipes her key and closes the door behind her. She needed something to keep her mind busy while she waited.

Y/n/n⚰️🖤: Yeah uh give me ten minutes and I’ll just come to yours

Goth Wife💋🖤: Okay thanks see you soon

“Okay okay so just gotta spit it out when she gets here.”

Rhea mumbles to herself as she rubs her palms on her pants. She was trying not to freak out, the unknown of what could happen was really making her anxious.

“It’s just y/n one of your best friends you can tell her anything.”

Looking in the mirror to give herself a pep talk. When she hears a knock the fear spikes up as she turns to the door. She was half tempted to just pretend she wasn’t here and forget about everything.

“Rhea? Come on open up, it's cold out in the hallway.”

“Be right there!”

Taking a deep breath she once more wipes off her pants then opens the door letting you in.

“Hey thanks for coming, go ahead and have a seat wherever.”

Hanging the do not disturb sign cause the last thing they needed was a coworker knocking and stealing Rhea’s nerve to do this.

Turning to see you sat on a chair Rhea tried to swallow around the sudden lump in her throat.

“What did you need to talk about? Is everything okay, did I do something?”

“No no you didn’t do anything I just wanted to try and tell you something. I’ve been meaning to do this for a while and every time I get close I lose my nerve.”

Sitting on her bed facing you Rhea opens her mouth to speak.

“I uh.”

‘Come on Ripley just say it for crying out loud!’

“I like you.”

‘Way to sound like a fucking middle schooler.’

“Yeah I like you too, I already knew that.”

You laugh softly and watch her noticing how her cheeks were slowly turning a pink.

“No I mean I have feelings for you like I am crushing on you. Not just I like you as a friend. I know this is probably shocking but figured it was time you knew. Now I don’t expect anything okay? Just making that clear so you don’t feel pressured. But you deserve to know and.”

“I like you too Rhea, the same way you feel about me.”

Rhea stops and looks at you tilting her head to the side in surprise.

“Wait you do?”

“Of course I do. How much more transparent do I need to be? I’ve been dropping hints for a while now.”

You say with a smile shaking your head a soft laugh leaving you.

“Rhea I literally sent you a underwear pic wearing YOUR merch with my boobs almost visible. If that isn’t clear enough that I have feelings for you then I don’t know what else I have to do. Because sending photos like that is not something that happens with my other friends.”

“I’m sorry I thought you were just being cheeky, I feel so stupid.”

“Don’t there’s no need to feel stupid, but I’m glad you’ve told me.”

Standing you walk over and gently take her hands in yours.

“This is a conversation I’ve wanted to have with you for a long time. I just wasn’t sure if you’d feel the same.”

Rhea confesses and gently kisses the back of your hands. Pulling you to sit beside her Rhea sighs.

“So where do we go from here?”

Thinking for a moment you look back at her.

“Well, I think we should do whatever feels best for us. If you want to make it official, or if you want to go on dates first it’s whatever we want. Every relationship is different.”

“I want everything that goes with being yours, I want us to be girlfriends but I also want us to be able to enjoy some privacy before we tell everyone. If that’s okay with you, I mean maybe we can tell Damian.”

You say looking at her, your heart was pounding as you waited to hear her thoughts.

“Will you be my girlfriend y/n?”

Rhea smiles watching your face light up as you quickly nod your head.

“I’d love to.”

Pulling you into a hug Rhea feels a sense of peace, the secret that she’d been keeping for so long was finally out.

“Can I ask you something now that you’ve gotten that situated?”

You whisper, pulling back to look at her, a small smile on your face as she agrees.

“What was your reaction to the picture I sent you?”

“I was pleasantly surprised. That's why I couldn’t meet you until after dinner because I was trying to collect myself. But that’s all that kept popping into my head for the rest of the night.”

Rhea confesses as she looks at her hands.

“And that’s why you cut our hangout early?”

“Yep, I just couldn’t look at you and stop thinking about that picture.”

Normally you weren’t so straightforward but with Rhea you felt like you could say anything and seeing the badass Rhea Ripley so shy and awkward was cute.

“Well as much as I would like to let you have a repeat of that picture but in person, I think we should go out for dinner or something first.”

Looking up at you surprised, Rhea chuckles and stands up looking at you with a smirk.

“Lets go gorgeous lets see where the night takes us.”

#wwe #rhea ripley fanfic #rhea ripley x reader #rhea ripley

[lolitastories]

NOT A CHAPTER

This will be insert of storylines that happens in the future if Yn and Kayce

Chapter 13

Chapter 12:

I was walking up the stairs from a long night at the office. “Yes Jennifer, don’t worry about it just enjoy your weekend” I was in another divorcee case but the soon to be ex wife I was representing wanted more and more. Everytime we finished an agreement she wanted another meeting set up the next day. “Yes, don’t worry about it, I will be the one calling her tomorrow” She was currently blowing up Jennifer’s phone because we told her we wouldn’t be able to set up a meeting until next thursday and that is an inconvice for her. I soon finish my phone call and walk into the house.

“Seems like you need a drink” I place my things on the island as I shake my head.

“The only thing I need is a vacation or maybe a radar that would tell me when I am accepting a crazy person as a client” I knock off my heels and fall onto the couch. My eyes opened as soon as I felt someone overlooking me. “Liquor isn’t good for me” I say, taking the drink from Beth’s hand.

“Don’t I know it?” She laughed, moving my feet so she could sit. She normally drinks at any hour but this time her expression told me it had a deeper meaning

“What's going on with you?” I sat up a bit, turning over to her.

“What?” I raise my eyebrow, turning my whole body in her direction. “Okay” She set her drink down, turning towards me now. “John found out about you and Kayce and the words he used weren’t exactly accepting” Great. I let a sigh slip, as I fell onto the couch again. We have been seeing each other for almost 2 months now. We didn’t keep it a secret exactly but we weren’t screaming to the world. We barely see eachother with getting up before the sun and spending late hours at work. We have had a total of 3 dates and one of them was interrupted by his work. He hasn’t even asked me to be his girlfriend! “Don’t freak” She says, pushing the drink towards my face finishing it in one go.

“What did he say?” I sit up, placing the glass down. She stands up grabbing the said glass and pouring more liquor in. “Beth,” I stood up, taking the drink from her and finishing it. I sure will need it.

“He said something along the lines of, He doesn’t need any distraction” Distraction?

“What else?” I pour more than a shot in the glass walking back to the couch.

“y/n” She warned as I took a sip.

“You know what!” I turn towards her. “It doesn’t even matter” I finish the drink and set it on the side table. “He doesn’t have to worry about me, I never want to be somewhere where I am a bother to someone” I start walking up the stairs and hear Beth’s footsteps behind me.

“What are you doing? I will talk to him! He didn’t-He is just stressed” I turned over to her.

“You don’t need to talk to him about anything, I will.” I go right into my room and pull out my suitcase. “I never took anything for free. Never. I am grateful for the help he gave me but am not going to be a chess piece he can move when he likes” I never carried a lot of belongings so it didn’t take long for me to finish.

“Y/N. You can’t just leave”

“My parents thought the same” I look at her plainly in her eyes. “You will see the checks he paid me weren't cashed. Money will be wired for tuition with interest.” I put on a coat and grab hold of my suitcase. “I will call you tomorrow” I leave her standing in the middle of the room to walk downstairs. My nerves were a wreck right now. My mind was telling me there was a better way to go about this but my heart was taking over me. I got out the door and onto my car. I turn on the car and place it on reverse before I hear my phone ring. “Hello?” I glimpse at the caller ID. I didn’t want him to worry so I calmed my voice hoping to get him off the phone as soon as possible.

“Y/N. Beth told me what happened” Fuck you Beth. “I am almost home. Just wait 5 more minutes”

“I can’t Kayce.” I want to do nothing more than not to see him. I back up then change gear to drive off the ranch.

“We can talk about it. Baby don’t leave” I pressed the end button before reliezing it. My eyes were getting blurry and my hands were shaking. I didn’t know if it was because of the coldness or because I was holding back freaking out. Minutes went by and I had to stop the car to the side, it wasn’t smart driving like this. I saw my breath in the air. I move to the passenger side and lean against my car. I look up to the night sky feeling no tears coming out.

“Am so stupid” I hit my forehead sliding down to the ground. I had my own money and could go anywhere. I have a good background and could be accepted anywhere. I’ve dreamt of living beside a body of water and I could do that. I had no attachment here, so why is it hard to get back in my car? Was I even going to go through with it?. The Duttons were the only family I really felt needed and loved by. I hated to hear John wasn’t happy with me. Was it a stretch to think I meant something to him more than what it was? I was only a girl he helped years ago go through college so I could be of use to him later on. Or was I thinking too hard?

“Y/N?” I turned to my left and I didn’t even notice the headlight shining towards me.

“I have to go” I stood up walking to the driver side door. I felt a tug on my arm pulling me back.

“If you wanted to go you would have '' He took hold of my face forcing me to look up at him. “Look at me. Am here” Even if my face was right infront of him my eyes were elsewhere. “Look at me damnit'' He tugged my jaw to get my attention. My eyes filled to the brim with tears but I dared not to blink. “Am here” He nods and my head unconsciously follows along

“I know,” I whisper, moving my hands up to grab onto his jacket. “I don’t know what happened” His hands move to hold my cheeks. The cold wind was non existent by then. “I hate feeling like a bother. He has done so much and-” I couldn’t hold it. I burst out crying and cling onto him harder. His arms wrap around me pulling me in closer.

“Doesn’t make what he said right. He loves you like a family, don't ever forget that. He just gets hot tempered with things and can’t think straight” He pulls away allowing me to look up to him. “You have done nothing wrong. You have done everything he has asked for, you do not belong to him” He lays a gentle kiss on my lips. “Don’t feel like you owe him something, okay?” I nod. A smile appeared on my face. Some weight has lifted off my shoulders. I still need to talk to John. If he wants me out of the house and fires me as an attorney I will find somewhere to live and get another job. I feel deep down that is what I really need right now. Maybe a break from all the Duttons is best. “Can I take you home?” Maybe not all the Duttons.

“Not tonight. Can we go somewhere else?” he lays another kiss, nodding his head. I grab his hand before he starts walking away. “It's best if you drive, I had a couple of drinks tonight”

“Let me call Rip” I nod, getting into the passenger seat and looking at the rearview mirror. Watching as he gets his things from his truck and walks over to get into the car. “Yeah. Tell her she’s okay” My eyes widen a bit feeling bad about worrying Beth. “Can’t do nothing with her. She’s a stubborn one” He chuckles a bit earning a hit on the arm. “And abusive” He grabs my arm before it makes contact with him again. “She has to put up with so much more, I can handle this” I shake my head leaning back waiting for the phone call to finish. “Where to?” He turns on the car and turns over to me.

“Keep going straight, I’ll give you directions from here. '' He switches gears but does not let go of the break yet. I look over and see him offering his hand. Without a word I enterwine our fingers as they lay gently on the console. “Am okay” I whisper while looking over. “I just want you, okay?” I lean closer.

“Yes ma’am” He smiles, letting go of the break.

#beth dutton #jamie dutton #john dutton #kayce dutton #kayce dutton smut #reader #tate dutton #y/n l/n #yellowstone #y/n #dutton ranch #dutton #dutton family #kayce #ka

[ace-tiredtimes]

Birthday Drabbles

A/N | I don’t write for Law buuuuut it’s his birthday and I had ideas! There are a few different scenarios as well! I didn’t want to make a different post cause I didn’t want to so uh ya! Here you go :D its not my best work since I don't really write for him srry (this is also kinda for @tsunderedoctor cause I love their writing 💕) (another thing! these are all based in modern au)

Pronouns used | They/Them but in 2nd POV so You/Your (reader is called Wife)

Pairings used | Trafalgar D. Water Law x Gn!Reader

ᴛʀᴀᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴅɪᴇ

Law had never liked big crowds or super loud noises, he also never really likes to celebrate his birthday.

It simply reminded him a bit too much of his past he’d rather not remember. But when you came into his life, his wonderful Wife of 4 years, he couldn’t help but look forward to his birthday.

So when he got home that night, he smiled at the smell of onigiri in the air. Your humming echoed in the house as you waited for Law to come back, not knowing he was already back.

It's just like the other years on his birthday.

He comes home to the smell of onigiri in the air.

Your humming echoed throughout the house.

And if his memory serves right, then you should greet him soon.

“Welcome back Birthday Boy!”

Ah, there it is.

He felt your hands wrap themselves around his neck, bringing him into your shoulder as you pulled him close.

“It’s good to be back”

Pronouns used | He/They but in 2nd POV so You/Your (reader has short hair and is described to have a male physique)

Pairings used | Trafalgar D. Water Law x M!Reader

ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴀɪɴ’ᴛ ꜱᴏ ʙᴀᴅ

The sun was rising, it's light shining through the slightly parted curtains. The couple lay in bed, arms around one another as they dreamed away.

Law's black hair was a mess, rustled from rolling around last night, his arms still securely around your waist. His head was snuggled into your shoulder, the scent of your body wash filling his nose.

He could feel his brain slowly waking up, the feeling of your arms wrapped around his shoulders, one hand on the back of his head to keep him in place the other resting on his back gently. Your muscles tensed slightly whenever he moved in the slightest like they were ready to hold him in place if he decided to leave.

A groan left his mouth, his eyes slowly opening as he felt featherlike touches on his face. As he sees your face, he feels his cheeks warm up, the featherlike touches being your hands caressing his face.

"Morning Law" You mumbled, voice a little gravel from just waking up, a love-sick smile on your face.

Stifling a yawn, Law snuggled into your hand. "Mornin' Dear"

Pronouns used | They/Them but in 2nd POV so You/Your (reader is called Wife)

Pairings used | Trafalgar D. Water Law x Gn!Reader

ʜᴀɴᴅꜱ ʜᴀɴᴅꜱ ʜᴀɴᴅꜱ

Law loves your hands. It was no secret to anyone.

He was always seen holding them or messing with them, the ring on your fingers reminding him that you're actually his Wife. You actually chose him to marry and for him to become your husband.

Your hand in his reminds him that yes you are real. Yes, you are right next to him willingly.

Plus your hands fit perfectly in his, your fingers laced together, filling the gap between them.

When he holds your hand, he feels complete, he feels warm and fuzzy inside, and he feels needed. He likes the feeling of being able to protect you if danger ever comes at you two.

He pulls you closer to him, bringing your hand up to his mouth and placing a kiss on the back of it, mumbling about how much he loves you.

Pronouns used | They/Them but in 2nd POV so You/Your (I'm gonna be honest, this isn't my best I apologize :,)

Pairings used | Trafalgar D. Water Law x Gn!Reader

ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ʟɪꜰᴇ

The small present in your hands shook slightly as you messed with it, trying to keep your nervousness inside. Law was late to the date you two had planned the night before, a simple walk in the park and maybe some star gazing after.

Sure he had been late before, but it was his birthday and he had promised to not be too late this time. However, you've been waiting for over 30 minutes, sitting on the park bench by yourself.

Just as you were about to get up and leave, you heard a voice yell out to you.

"Y/n! I'm so sorry I got caught up in paperwork!"

Laws figure ran towards you, his expression is frantic and guilty.

"I said only 5 minutes but I lost track of time"

Sitting down next to you, Law took one of your hands in his, rubbing the back of it gently as his mouth spewed quiet and nervous apologies.

Simply smiling, you leaned forward and kissed him gently, shutting him up right away.

"Don't worry about it Law, I'm just glad you're here now"

Placing a kiss on his cheek as you pulled away, you held out the small present in front of you.

"Here! I got you something"

"You didn't have to Dear"

As he took the box, he gently unwrapped it, trying to save the nice bow that was on top, one thought ran through his mind.

'I can believe this is the Love of my life, I'm one lucky man'

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