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bettyfrommars · 8 months

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I'm on Fire

biker!eddie x fem!reader x biker!Steve

Chapter 15: Snap Your Fingers, Snap Your Neck

summary: tensions are high as the last few chapters come to a head. Now that Craig has you, and none of the gang knows where you are, panic ensues. Eddie has to deal with an unwanted interaction with an ex, while Steve finds out the truth about Charlene. Astrid gets a bad feeling and thinks Steve might be hurt, meanwhile you decide to take matters into your own hands and deal with Craig in order to escape. wc: 10.7k

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WARNINGS: 18+ONLY, angst, a gun, typical series violence, gunshots, reader being held against her will, abusive ex, stabbing, hand to hand combat, some violence toward women (which I do not condone under any circumstances), manipulation, dark themes, reader fights back, revenge, hurt and comfort, sex with someone other than reader (not Eddie), premonitions, murder, being chased, aggression. protective!eddie, protective!steve, slightly gigolo!steve. Header photo is not meant to be reader.

author's note: In this chapter, I'm making up for the fact that 90's tow truck driver Eddie and the rest of the MC would've had beepers, but, alas, I failed to mention them before. I've been staring at this for so long now, I need to post it. Really hope you enjoy, and I look forward to hearing what you all think.

"It ought to be easy, ought to be simple enough Man meets a woman and they fall in love But this house is haunted and the ride gets rough you’ve got to learn to live with what you can’t rise above If you want to ride on down in through this tunnel of love."

Tunnel of Love, Bruce Springsteen

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(This chapter starts of exactly where part 14 ended)

Just as Robin was about to reach out and catch Steve’s elbow, the bride, Daphne, jumped in front of her.

“You made it! I’m so happy I could cry!” Daphne hugged her tight and, over her shoulder, Robin watched Steve and Charlene disappear into the crowd, helplessly. The wedding was packed, but she was sure she could find him as soon as she was done with a polite chat.

She figured there wasn’t anything too bad that could happen in five minutes.

A minute or two into acting interested in the conversation Daphne and one of her bridesmaids was having, Robin turned around to gesture at you—to make the introductions—-but you were nowhere to be found. Daphne talked for a bit longer and Robin pretended to listen, but she was distracted, and the bad feeling in her gut was making her fidgety.

Good Vibrations by Marky Mark and The Funky Bunch ended, quickly to be replaced by What I Am by Edie Brickell, and Robin excused herself to go and look for you, apologizing to the bride profusely. Telling Steve that Charlene was an obsessive psycho didn’t feel as important in that moment—-she knew Steve could handle himself. But you? You were being stalked by a notoriously abusive ex and now Robin had no idea where you were. She should not have run off like that without you, and now she was kicking herself.

As Robin turned on her heel trying to spot you in the crowded lobby, Steve and Charlene were about to bypass the people on the dancefloor and make their way up to the hotel room. Steve didn’t know what was happening, at first, when she made the bold move of grabbing his hand in the crowd and pulling him closer.

“Hey, hey now,” he said in her ear over the twang of the music. “Should we be doing that where people can see us?”

Charlene sent her hand down to massage his cock, and then she leaned in and licked his earlobe. “I don’t care anymore,” she replied, leading him out of the low-lit reception hall and down the hallway.

Steve didn’t really know what that meant, and he hoped she wasn’t getting the wrong idea. If she wanted to flush her marriage down the toilet—-awesome—-but Steve didn’t want to be the reason. He had no intention to continue to see her after that evening, unless she was paying him, and he had every intention of making that clear in the elevator, but then she was on her knees with his cock in her mouth and he forgot what he was going to say.

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Eddie rumbled into the parking lot on his chopper, ignoring the valet as he tried to tell him which way to go. He parked as close as he could to the building, sliding in next to a limousine, even though there was no parking space there, and gave a blank stare to the guys who were about to try and ask him to move it.

He yanked the main door open, eyes darting around the people in the lobby. He had no idea where to start looking for you, and that filled him with a frustration that made a growl escape his chest. The crease in his forehead softened when he felt two arms go around him from behind, but then one glance down at the hands, and he knew it wasn’t you.

“What the—” the relief he felt at the idea of turning around to kiss you was abruptly stifled.

“Hey baby,” Melanie cooed. She reached up to brush his bangs off his forehead like she used to in the old days, but Eddie moved his head away and blocked her hand.

He looked around before leaning forward to whisper curtly, “you just can’t take a hint, can you?”

Melanie settled back, bracketing her hands on either side of her hips. She had on an impossibly short, sequined lime green dress with dark red lipstick and it looked like she should’ve been on a stripper pole, not at a wedding. “Why do you hate me so much, Eddie? I gave you the best years of my life, the least you could do is be civil with me.”

Eddie frowned, moving to walk by her.

“Please, Eddie!” She screamed it, catching his arm.

Eddie hitched his shoulders up to his ears in frustration, cringing at the way so many people turned to stare at him. He moved in a circle, checking the crowd for you as he went, and then came back to face Melanie with weary reluctance.

“What do you want from me, Mel?” He asked, hoping it would be a quick fix so he could continue on with his night.

Melanie slid the tip of her tongue along her top lip. “Listen, I know I hurt you, okay? I know it was bad. But I’m a totally different person now, I’ve changed.”

Eddie cocked his head. “Good for you. What does that have to do with me?”

“Let me prove it to you,” she reached for his arm again and he let her hold it this time, hoping to speed things along. “Have a drink with me and let’s talk. I really miss you, Eddie,” she could tell he was about to interrupt and she put her hand up to stop him. “You told me once that I was the love of your life, that you’d never love anyone more than me, and I know a part of you meant it.”

Eddie cringed at the memory of the young, impressionable boy he was back then, so pussy drunk that he didn’t know which end was up. Did he mean it when he said it back then? Yes, from the bottom of his horny soul. Did a part of him still feel the same way? Not a single drop. What he’d felt for Melanie all those years ago paled in comparison to the level of devotion he had for you. He was a man now, determined not to make the same mistakes that plagued him in his boyhood.

Eddie took a deep breath, eyeballing the crowd again. “Okay, listen to me,” he took hold of Melanie’s bare arm, holding her firmly, and tilted his chin down to look her directly in the eye. “What we had has been long over for years now. I don’t know what I’ve done to possibly lead you on to believe there could ever be anything between us ever again, but I need you to get it through your fucking head that I don’t love you anymore. Things will never be like they were. I wish you well, but I don’t want you in my life, even as a friend. I need you to respect this. Nod if you understand.”

“Do you not want me in your life because your new girlfriend will get jealous?” Her mouth fixed in a mischievous grin, as if she’d completely missed the point of everything he just said.

“Fucking, goddamn it Melanie,” Eddie hissed, and then he ran both of his hands through his hair and gripped his fingers in at the roots, snapping his eyes shut to try and calm his frustration. “I can’t do this right now, I’ve got more important shit going on,” he shook his head and dropped his hands, turning to head in the opposite direction. “We’re done, totally done. Forever. I don’t want to ever see you again, Mel. Don’t call, don’t show up. Just go back to wherever and stay there. Have a nice life.”

He was a few steps away when she shouted to get his attention again. “I know where your girl is, if that’s who you’re looking for,” she had her arms crossed and a bored expression on her face when he turned to regard her again. “She left with some dude, if that means anything to you. They were holding each other pretty close and if you ask me—-”

But the last word got caught in her throat as Eddie barreled down on her, gripping her arms so tight, his rings pinched her flesh. He shook her a few times, making her eyes go wide. “You’re hurting me!” She balked.

“Tell me where they went,” he spoke with so much force, he accidentally spit on her.

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Robin caught sight of Eddie and started to make her way to the other side of the lobby, relieved, but then she saw who Eddie was talking to.

She made a face and stopped in her tracks for a beat. “Melanie?” She asked it to herself, under her breath. Robin knew she was the last person on earth Eddie would want to see, let alone be standing in such close proximity to. Eddie started to walk away, but then he turned back around and grabbed Melanie with a force that made Robin gasp. He could be a violent person, sure, but never with women, and it worried her to think of what she might’ve said to him.

Everyone was getting drunker and more oblivious to the people around them, so she worked hard to maneuver her way through the clueless party goers as What is Love by Haddaway jolted from the dance hall.

“Hey, Eddie!” She cupped her hand over one side of her mouth to shout it, but then she watched helplessly from a distance as Eddie and Melanie went down the hall and disappeared from view. What the hell was he doing with her—where the fuck were they going?

—-----

Craig had a room in the hotel, and that is where he took you.

As much as you were afraid of Craig, you also knew how to handle him in situations like this. To fight him, to argue with him, would only make things worse. He wasn’t the type to feel much empathy for any of the pain others felt; his pain and emotional distress were the only things that mattered. If you fought him, or if you tried to run, he wouldn’t hesitate to terrorize your friends. The thought made you shiver—you couldn’t let him get his hands on anyone else. He could take whatever he wanted from you in exchange for their peace.

Craig was also extremely stupid, and as long as you placated and went along with him—you’d have more time to think about your next move instead of struggling and wasting your energy. You didn’t put it past him to drug you and throw you in the back of his SUV, so you put on your Academy Award winning “this is fine” face while your mind raced for a plan.

Once he closed the door to his hotel room and put the deadbolt on, he took you in his arms, pulling you in for an embrace. “Ahh, now–isn’t this nice?”

You nodded against his shoulder as your eyes darted around for something sharp. “It really is. I’m glad you came to find me.”

He pulled away to smile down at you; thin lips stretching to expose perfectly white teeth. “See, now, there’s my girl,” he tipped your chin with the crook of his finger and then planted a kiss on your forehead.

You were sure he brought you up there to have sex with you, and the thought made your stomach churn—-you were prepared to rip his balls off before that happened. Craig was really strong though, and he could kill a man twice your size with his bare hands, so you had to find a way to battle with your wits.

“Have a seat,” he motioned to the bed in front of the TV, and then he grabbed the remote. “You wanna check and see what is on pay per view? We can order room service. Are you hungry?”

Such normal questions for such an abnormal and unfortunate situation.

You sat down cautiously, keeping your back stiff and straight. You noticed a huge black duffel bag sitting on the floor, and it looked like the type of thing he usually carried all of his weapons in.

“This is okay,” you gestured to the episode of Three’s Company that popped on.

He handed you the remote as he bent down to kiss your temple. “I’m going to wash my hands. Stay here, alright?”

You gave him a wink. “Of course I’ll stay here, sugar plum. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”

He sighed, offering a dreaming expression. “I’ve missed you so much, it hurts.”

“That’s sweet,” you offered, turning your attention back to the tv as he went around the corner to the bathroom. You got up and walked slowly to the window to see what you could see, talking to him all the while to keep him satiated. “I could definitely eat. Maybe room service wouldn’t be a bad idea.”

You held the rod and slid the curtain open a few inches, realizing you were above the middle section of the parking lot. Could you see your car from there? You didn’t have time to check; it was too dark and you heard the water shut off in the bathroom.

“Tsk, tsk,” he said, stepping back out into the hall so he could see you as he dried his hands off. “Step back from the window, honey, I don’t want you to ruin our fun with one of your clever ideas.”

“Oh I was just curious,” you were casual about it, making a point to leave the curtain open a bit. “If any of my friends were looking for me.”

“Oh they might try,” he undid the buttons on the cuffs of his white dress shirt and rolled up each sleeve, exposing faded military tattoos on his forearms. “But I booked this room under an alias. Plus, no one saw us leave, so your friends will be scrambling around like chickens with their heads cut off.” He emphasized the word “friends” in a sarcastic way, as if they weren’t that at all.

“I’m sure they’ll just think I went home,” you said, which was the furthest from the truth. You thought about Robin going crazy trying to find you. You wouldn’t be surprised if she worked her way up every floor, knocking on every door.

He sat down on the bed next to you with a bounce and took your hand, lifting it up to kiss the back of it. “Have I told you yet how beautiful you are tonight?”

“A few times,” you couldn’t help but lean away when he came in closer. “You told me downstairs and in the elevator.”

He wrapped his arm around the side of your hip and pulled you to him. “C’mon now, give daddy some sugar,” he cooed, diving his lips in for another attempt.

But you dodged him again. You could feel yourself blowing it, and you knew you needed to comply in order to find a way out of this, but the thought of being intimate with him made you want to dig your own eyes out with a spoon.

“I don’t know if I’m ready…for that,” you managed. “Too soon, I think. Just give me a little time…to get used to you again.”

Craig grabbed your jaw, squeezing your mouth together so tight, your lips puckered, yanking your head to make you look at him. His eyes were dark now, narrowing on you. His tone was ice cold, “Oh but you’ll kiss him won’t you? That filthy dirty biker? You make me sick.”

You swallowed hard, and in your mind, you considered the ballpoint pen next to the pad of paper on the desk. If you could get a hold of it, you could stab him in the side of the throat.

But, if you made the decision to wound Craig, you had to be willing to go all-in.

You had to be willing to end him.

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Steve waited to cum until he was back in the hotel suite. Charlene got on the bed and sucked him off the rest of the way while she came using the vibrator she carried around in her handbag. It turned Steve on to know that she always had it with her—he’d never been with a woman who was so incredibly sexually charged before.

He came on her face, and then she licked it up and rubbed it down her breasts. They got in the shower together after that, and the thought crossed his mind that he should go down and have a drink with you and Robin, but then his dick took over again and he forgot.

The suite was huge, and while Steve lounged on the sofa in one of their complimentary robes looking over the room service menu, Charlene sat down on the bed to rub lotion on her legs.

She smiled over at him. “The life of leisure looks good on you.”

Steve lifted his arms up and glanced down at himself. “You think? Yeah, I could definitely do with some more of this.” The fridge was fully stocked with booze and sparkling water and other goodies, and Steve had raided it like a little kid at Charlene’s urging. He was on his second fancy beer and third bag of pretzels.

“You should come with me to Greece this winter,” she worked the lotion down around her manicured feet, feeling suddenly too shy to look at him. “My friend has a house there, and we could charter a yacht, play on the beach, eat and fuck until we pass out. And then do it all over again the next day.”

Steve flipped the page on the menu, eyes glancing over the seafood section as he plucked at his bottom lip thoughtfully. “Sounds good. I’ll have my secretary clear my schedule.”

“I’m serious,” she laughed, rolling over onto her stomach to face him, kicking her feet up behind her. “Wouldn’t you like to spend more time with me?”

Steve shut the menu and met her eyes. “Well, sure, I mean, but I can’t just take off for a week to wherever, sweetheart. This man of leisure is living paycheck to paycheck over here.”

“Oh, you wouldn’t have to worry about that,” she assured him, resting her chin in her palm. “I’ll pay your rent and whatever else you need. Give you some spending money. You won’t have to pay for anything, unless you want to buy me something pretty.”

“Yeah?” Steve smirked. “What’s the catch, angel? You gonna sell me to the highest bidder for some black-market organ donation once we get there?”

“No catch,” she shook her head. “It’s just hard to find good companionship these days.”

He sucked his bottom lip through his teeth. It all sounded a little too good to be true, but he would be lying if he said the offer wasn’t tempting. Fucking Greece? He’d only been out of the state a few times in his whole life, and it had all been for MC related stuff.

“You could even bring Oliver,” she continued, looking down at the bedspread. “I could pay for a nanny to travel with us, so we could have time alone.”

That made Steve frown, and he searched his mind for how she would know that he had a son, but then the moment passed. He must’ve mentioned him at some point, accidentally.

But Charlene seemed harmless enough. Just a bored housewife with a smoking hot body.

She got off the bed and slinked over to stand next to him. He ran his hand up her leg under her robe until he was able to grab the apple of her ass, and then he spanked it.

“Did you decide what you want from the menu?” She asked, mussing up his hair. “Or we can still go out to dinner if you want.”

Steve tilted his head all the way back to look up at her, letting the menu slip to the ground. “Are you on the menu?” He asked, moving his hand around under the robe until his fingers found where they could sink in.

“For you? Always,” she said, and then she bent down to catch his mouth with hers.

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Eddie had Melanie by the arm, and she tried to jerk out of his grasp, but he was way too strong---way too pissed off.

“And then where did they go?” Eddie was scowling at the numbers on the three different elevators. “Which floor?”

“I SAID I DON’T KNOW,” Melanie hissed, finally wiggling her arm away. “Jesus. I never saw you worry about me like this before.”

“Fuck,” Eddie started to pace. He was losing it, and he didn’t know where to start looking or how to find you. He wanted to rip the whole building down with his bare hands.

Another man’s voice stepped into the equation. “Hey, what the fuck are you doing to her? Leave her alone, you freak.”

Eddie spun around, eyes like daggers. It was some douchebag he didn’t recognize in a tux, even taller than Eddie, with a lime green bow tie and cummerbund, clearly there for the wedding. From the looks the guy was sharing with Melanie, it was probably her date.

“Just stay the fuck out of it, whoever you are,” Eddie warned.

Melanie stepped back with a little smile on her face, enjoying the tension over her that was building.

“I asked you a question, man,” the guy in the tux with the short blonde hair said as he came up behind Eddie to jab his palm into the back of his shoulder.

Before anyone could comprehend what was happening, Eddie turned and swung on the guy.

Robin came into view and screamed, covering her mouth with her hands.

Eddie’s fist was like a brick, and the guy went down hard. The elevator opened and the four people inside yelped as he crashed in, with Eddie in hot pursuit.

Two people rushed out of the elevator, but another couple stood huddled in the back corner, afraid to move. Eddie lurched forward to grab the guy by the front of his coat and yanked him to his feet to pull him out of the compartment just long enough to send a jab to his ribs that made him double over, and then he pushed him down.

The elevator closed again with the frightened passengers still inside. The rest was a blur for Eddie as he got on top of the guy and started wailing on his face.

“Eddie, stop!” Robin tried to grab his arm on the back swing and the force almost knocked her over, but she did not relent. “DINGUS STOP!”

Somehow, the nickname seemed to snap him out of it, and, with a few sharp intakes of breath, Eddie got to his feet, panting, standing over the guy. The dude on the floor was somehow still conscious, but he probably wished he wasn’t one side of his face was mangled where Eddie’s rings broke the skin and there was blood dribbling from his mouth.

There were people gathered at the mouth of the hallway now, watching with slack jaws, and Robin was worried someone had already called the police. “Nothing to see here, people!” She called out, waving her hand, begging them to disperse.

Eddie was about to drop down and punch the guy again—just because—but Robin used all of her strength to forcefully push him back.

Eddie snapped his attention to Melanie and pointed at the guy on the ground. “Is this yours? Both of you get the fuck out of here before I—-”

Robin had only ever seen Steve like this—never Eddie. Normally, he possessed the most patience and composure out of everyone in their friend group.

She slapped him softly on his cheek to get his attention. “Hey, listen to me. I need you to fucking focus right now,” and then she snapped her fingers in the air in front of his face.

Eddie huffed a few heavy breaths out his nose and adjusted his Coffin Kings leather over his white tee. There was a sheen of sweat on his face and a few pieces of his hair clung to his cheek and forehead. Melanie was able to help her date to his feet, and Eddie watched them go with hard eyes and flared nostrils, silently begging the guy to throw him a dirty look or say something stupid. Thankfully, for Robin’s sake, the guy wobbled away with his arm over Melanie’s shoulder without a single glance back.

“Focus,” Robin repeated, snatching his chin. “Your girl is here somewhere, and I can’t find her.”

“Yeah, I know,” Eddie jerked his head to evade her grasp. “She’s with that fucking psycho and I have no idea where to start looking.” He shut his eyes tight and winced. “I fucked up, Rob. I should’ve killed that guy when I had the chance. Now he has her. If he hurts her, Rob….”

“Hold on,” Robin frowned as she took in the information, her body flushing with guilt. “You know she’s with that Craig creep? How do you know?”

Eddie didn’t want to talk—he wanted to move.

Outside, through the glass front of the building, he watched a police cruiser pull up through the crowd. It did have its lights on, and whoever was driving didn’t seem to be in a hurry, but all the same, he hit a button on the panel and took hold of Robin’s arm, ready to pull her in when the doors slid open. She followed his gaze to the two cops that were now heading into the building, and panic seized her.

It was taking too long for the elevator to come, so when the one across the way opened, they darted there instead.

A woman got out of the elevator as they stepped in and quickly hit the button for one of the higher floors. A delivery driver carrying Chinese food was about to get in with them but decided against it at the last moment.

Once they were alone, Eddie answered her question. “Melanie saw them,” he breathed, falling back against the wall. “The description fits, and she said he had his arm around her,” Eddie cringed. The thought of him touching you made him want to punch something.

“Shit,” Robin said under her breath, feeling the thick weight of uncertainty hang in the confined space around them. “You don’t think he’d actually do anything to her, do you?”

Eddie eyes glazed over and shook his head, concentrating, unable to form words.

“Nice dress, by the way,” he said, referring to the strapless blue number that she now regretted ever buying, let alone wearing.

“Shut up.” She returned.

The doors opened at a floor that wasn’t theirs and Eddie told the two people waiting there to take the next one before he slammed the button again with the side of his fist.

Robin started to gnaw at her thumbnail. “Steve’s here somewhere too,” she let him know. “He came with that Charlene woman, the one you used to bone.”

Eddie froze, giving her an incredulous look. “And you let him?”

She held her arms out, raising her voice. “I just realized who she was a little bit ago. What am I, his fucking keeper? Besides, she offered him so much money to take her to this stupid thing, I don’t think he would’ve cared.”

Oh, Steve would care if he knew the whole story, Eddie thought to himself. And he’d really care if Charlene started targeting his family when he tried to end things with her or move on with someone else.

When the elevator finally dinged and opened at the floor they chose, there stood Steve.

In a white bathrobe carrying a bucket of ice.

With his sunglasses on.

—--------

After being scolded by Craig, you disarmed the situation by pressing your lips to the side of his mouth. “Baby, why don’t you get comfortable so we can snuggle? Like we used to.”

He crawled on top so that you were both on the mattress. You needed to build a decent level of trust with him in a small amount of time and letting him have some intimacy was the quickest way to do that.

He got on his back, with his head on the pillow, and pulled you up alongside him so that your cheek was on his shoulder. He lifted your chin to give you another kiss. “Isn’t this nice?” He asked, rubbing his nose on yours.

“It really is,” you lied.

It took a lot not to try and scratch his face and knee him in the groin right then for what he’d done to you, for what he’d done to Jester. For the pain that Eddie would go through when he couldn’t find you.

But you found your center and took a cleansing breath.

You had formulated a part of a plan, but you had to be patient.

Soon.

—---------

When Steve came back into the penthouse with the extra ice, he didn’t have the patience to wait for room service to bring, he was different, and Charlene noticed it right away.

She could see it in his face, the way he refused to make eye contact with her when she dropped her magazine to her lap to greet him and tell him their dinner was on the way.

Without a word, he grabbed his clothes and went into the bathroom.

“Stevie?” She called out to him, anxiety tightening in her chest. “What took you so long? Is everything alright?”

Steve shut the bathroom door first, and then he mumbled, “yeah, I’ll be right out. Just need a second.”

He let his robe fall to the floor and braced his hands on the edge of the sink, naked, letting the information Eddie had just shared with him in the hall absorb. He tossed his sunglasses on the counter, so they skid across and landed against a hand towel folded in the shape of a swan.

He ran the sink and splashed some water on his face, letting himself peek in the mirror at his reflection over the tips of his fingers.

As close as he was with Eddie, they weren’t in the habit of swapping partners, and if Steve had known that Charlene was that “rich, older woman he hung out with once in a while” a few months ago, he never would have gone that far with her in the first place.

Water dripped cool down his tattooed chest as he looked down at his cock, lolling out at the triangle base of the muscular indents at his hips. He patted a finger on the shaft so that it bounced. “I hope you’re proud of yourself,” he whispered to his dick.

Not only was Charlene someone that Eddie had fucked, but she’d also tried to make Eddie’s life a living hell when he tried to move on with you. She’d paid a private investigator to stalk Eddie, tried to break the two of you up, and was the reason you got fired. Eddie warned him not to trust her, and to not let her sink her claws in and try to keep him like a pet.

He put his pants on and wet his fingers to run them through his hair, squaring his shoulders at his reflection, wondering how he’d get the rest of his money out of her. She’d paid half up front, but now he needed the rest, and then he wanted to get the fuck out of there. Eddie and Robin were headed to do some investigating, and he said he’d meet them in the stairwell in about 20 minutes.

Charlene was hovering near the bathroom door when he opened it, and she searched his face for a trace of the person he was before he went to get ice—but it was no longer there.

Her Stevie was gone.

“Hey,” he said as he brushed by her to put his shirt on. He left it unbuttoned as he turned, fixing the collar. “It’s late, I need to get going.”

“But,” Charlene looked around, her mind racing with ways to keep him there. “The food will be here soon.”

He’d been trying not to meet her eyes, but when he did, his stare was frigid. “I’m not hungry anymore. I just need you to pay me the rest of my fee, and I’ll get out of your hair.”

He went to the couch to put his shoes on.

“Steve, please tell me what is going on? I thought we were having a good time, I thought—”

“You thought what?” He asked snidely. “That I’d do all this for free? Out of the goodness of my heart?”

He was about to be a real asshole, but then he remembered that he had enjoyed his time with her, and under different circumstances, he would’ve stayed to fuck her all night even if he wasn’t getting paid. But he had to end it—he needed to cut ties before things turned into a shitshow like they had for you and Eddie. He couldn’t afford that level of drama in his life, not with Robin and Oliver at risk.

She rushed up to him and started kissing his chest. “Can you just stay a few more hours? I don’t know what is bothering you, but I know I can take your mind off of it,” she sank lower, kissing his stomach, about to get on her knees.

“I said no,” he repeated, grabbing her arm to pull her back up to face him.

“But, why—”

“Why didn’t you tell me you used to fuck Eddie?” He blurted, scowling at he ground.

A hard swallow clicked in her throat as she searched his eyes. “I-I didn’t think it would matter. Eddie and I aren’t—”

“Is that why you bailed me out of jail? Was it all part of your maniacal plan to get back at him or some shit?”

“Absolutely not. Steve, I really care about y—” she reached out to touch his face, but he moved away, stepping further back. He looked hurt and confused and disgusted all at once.

“Don’t act like you give a shit about me,” he warned. “I don’t think you’re even capable of caring about other people.”

At that, she bristled, and her cheeks burned red. She froze so still that, if not for her blinking, one might have thought she’d turned to stone.

“You know what? Forget the rest of the fucking money,” he walked to the nightstand and put his wallet in his back pocket. “It’s not worth it to me anymore. I’ll chalk it up to a couple orgasms and a free meal.”

Charlene did not respond, she only wet her lips as her eyes stayed fixed on one spot on the carpet.

He went over and paused his hand on his jacket that was hanging over the back of the couch. “Actually, I could probably sell this suit and makeup the difference so yeah—we’re even.”

When Charlene finally spoke up, her voice was different; it had an edge to it. “You’re awfully ungrateful for someone who should be on their knees thanking me.”

Steve chuckled a low laugh. “Listen, baby, the sex was great, I’ll give you that, but it wasn’t that great.”

“I’m not talking about the sex,” she turned and tilted her chin up at him. “I’m talking about how you still have custody of your son and he’s not several states away with Tina right now.”

Now, it was Steve’s time to turn to stone.

When he finally blinked, he made a face like he was staring into the sun. “What the fuck did you just say? How do you know about my son? About Tina?”

Charlene would’ve said anything to make him stay, and she was oddly pleased that this did the trick.

She shrugged. “I know that it didn’t take much money at all to get Tina to come here and cause some trouble. Shame she signed her parental rights away, but there are always ways around that, considering how much blood you have on your hands.”

Steve reeled back, almost knocked off his feet at the weight of the confession. He had to grab onto the back of the chair at the writing desk to steady himself as his head swam. Bile rose in his throat as if we were about to puke.

“You’re the reason I almost lost my son?” He whispered it, overwhelmed with the realization that Charlene was to blame for all of it: Every disaster that had befallen them since the day Eddie met you. All of the pain, all of the worry, all of the sleepless nights.

Charlene folded her arms over her chest. “If you think I can’t prove you have blood on your hands, try me.” Her eyebrows darted up a few times. “Eddie too. He left a bloody fingerprint at the crime scene when he killed a man in my driveway. All I ever do is try to keep the two of you safe, and this is the thanks I get?”

Steve’s mind barely had time to register that his body was moving—-he knocked the chair to the ground and lunged after Charlene.

His hands were around her throat so fast she could barely take a gasp of air at the end of her sentence. He took her to the ground, slamming her into the floor. She coughed and her eyes bulged.

“You tried to take my son away from me?” He was shaking; his eyes bloodshot with rage, but also wet with emotions. His lower lip trembled, and his face was beet red.

She held onto his wrists where he was choking her, sputtering, trying to catch air. She squirmed underneath him, but if her knees made contact with his stomach or groin, he couldn’t feel it.

"Kill me," she gasped, and Steve released his grip a little but did not relent.

“I should kill you,” He hissed, searching her face. He realized then that she had her hands locked on his wrists to keep him there, not to push him away.

“Please,” she wheezed. “Please…kill me.”

With a string of curses, Steve pushed off of her and jumped back, planting his arm on the edge of the coffee table to steady himself as he tried to collect himself.

Charlene sucked in a few gulps of air and stayed on the floor where she was.

Steve wobbled and stumbled a bit as he stood, trying to catch his footing. He looked down at his trembling hands, and then over at Charlene.

“I'm sorry,” he breathed. It took a few sold moment to find his composure. “Listen, stay away from me, stay away from my family. Stay away from my friends. I won't tell you again.”

It had taken all of his strength to not crush her windpipe just then, and he hated that about himself. He hated that, on top of everything else, Charlene was the reason he’d laid hands on a woman in anger for the first time in his life. Wayne and Robin would be very disappointed in him, no matter the circumstances.

His son would be disappointed in him.

“Steve,” Charlene rolled over onto her side. “Please don't go."

He fixed his collar again and left the jacket. He grabbed his smokes, and fumbled the lighter, trying to compose himself. The thought occurred to him that he should go over and help her up and make sure she was okay, but then he remembered…then he remembered all of it.

Without another word, he left. Once he was out, and the door clicked shut behind him, she continued to shout his name and tell him she was sorry. He could hear things being thrown around the room; the sound of glass breaking as it hit the wall. Steve kept a quick pace, only faltering once to shoulder check his balance against the wall, dizzy, but was already in the stairwell as her declarations of remorse echoed down the hall.

—----

Craig ordered Chinese food from the restaurant up the street and had it delivered. For a second you thought you might be able to get word to the delivery driver that you were being kept there against your will, but what would the delivery driver do? Get himself killed, probably, or pretend like he never saw you because who in their right mind would want to get mixed up in that?

It may have taken 20 minutes to eat your meal, but for you it might as well have been hours. He liked to coach you on how big your bites should be and how long you should chew your food. If you chewed too loudly or too fast, it would agitate him, and he’d stop you to make you start over.

It was all you could do to muscle down each bite when you weren’t even hungry, and it took every ounce of your willpower not to scream.

The fortune cookies were interesting because the paper inside yours said “this too shall pass”, while Craig’s was blank.

“I’ve never seen a blank one before,” you said nonchalantly, closing the lid on your take-out container. You could see the inconsistency was bothering him; he kept turning the paper over as if he’d missed it somehow. With his obsessive personality, you expected him to call up the restaurant and ask for another cookie.

But, he decided to let that one go and tossed the blank fortune into the pastick sack that the food came in.

You knew he’d want to clean up the area right away and sanitize the table again, so you took your opportunity.

“Can I use the bathroom?” You stood up, picking a piece of sticky rice off of your dress.

“May I,” he corrected, pushing his chair back exactly where it had been before he sat down. He lifted his eyebrow at you. “May I use the bathroom is the proper way to ask that.”

Your throat was tight as you swallowed, biting back a rage that was surely bubbling in your eyes. You forced a smile that cracked your cheeks. “May I?”

“Of course you may, silly goose,” he walked over to brush his finger along your cheek just before he leaned in, and your nostrils flared at the unwanted touch. “Don’t take too long. I’ll miss you,” he cooed after he pecked you on the lips.

Safely in the privacy of the bathroom, you locked the door quietly and gave a long, silent scream into your palms. Tears jerked at your eyes and mouth, but you sucked them back, squaring your shoulders.

You stared at your reflection in the mirror, wondering if you had the guts to do what needed to be done.

If you didn’t already have the guts, you needed to find them—fast.

You’d asked Craig earlier what the plan was, and he’d made it very clear that he was taking you back to your place the next day so that you could pack your things and then return with him to Michigan. He casually mentioned that he knew where Oliver was spending the night—-just throwing out small details he thought you should know. In case you fought or refused to leave with him.

You realized now that he would never stop coming for you, not while he was alive.

You turned the faucet on so that the noises you were making wouldn’t be so obvious as you went to work unwrapping the soaps and scattering things around the countertop. You flipped all of the towels on the wrack around and unfolded them, making them as messy as possible. You got the bottoms of your shoes wet and made a bunch of dirty footprints around the floor tile. You relieved yourself quickly on the toilet, but then yanked some off the toilet paper down so that it pooled on the floor.

“Hey, pumpkin?” You called out to him over the sound of the toilet flushing. “Do you have some toothpaste I can borrow?”

He came over to the door and tried the handle. “There’s some in that black bag by the sink. Why is this door locked? Please put the cap back on properly when you are finished.”

You waited a few beats before unzipping the small, black bag, quickly eyeing for anything else you could use but, toenails clippers and a toothbrush weren’t great weapons. Unless you had time to widdle the end of the toothbrush into a shank like they do in prison. You put the cap of the toothpaste back on, but you left everything on the counter.

Before you opened the door, you moved the bathmat so it was crooked as it hung over the side of the tub, and you unhooked the shower curtain from two of the rings.

“Ahh,” you said as you exited, looking refreshed. “Much better.”

He was just walking to put the trash outside in the hall when you took the initiative to hug him. “I think I made a bit of a mess in there, baby. Sorry about that.”

When he shut the hallway door again, he came to flick the light on in the bathroom and his shoulders fell, his face pinching tight. “This is unexceptable,” he mumbled.

You took note that he forgot to dead bolt the front door in his haste.

You could hear him cursing you under his breath, but also knew that he wouldn’t be unable to function until he tidied up that room and put everything back exactly the way it was.

“Sorry lover,” you yelled, sweetly, turning the sound on the tv up. It was an episode of Golden Girls this time. “I was going to take a shower but decided not to.”

He had to shut the bathroom door in order to fix the shower curtain, and that was when you hurried to grab the red lipstick out of your purse. With your heart racing so fast you thought it might explode, you eased back the curtain to the window over the parking lot and wrote on the glass with the lipstick, and then you gently pulled the cream colored curtain back in place so that it didn’t make any sound as it skidded along the rod.

Craig opened the bathroom door again, but he would be cleaning and organizing for a while—so you forced a fake laugh over something that happened in the show, to make him believe you were just chilling, and then you grabbed the ball point pen you’d noticed earlier and put it in your back pocket. It wasn’t much, but it would have to do. You made a mental note to always carry at least a pocket knife or pepper spray with you at all times.

Wait….

You suddenly remembered the travel-size can of aerosol deodorant you’d put in your clutch for Robin because it wouldn’t fit in hers.

You took that out, and tucked it under the covers.

At the last second, Craig stuck his head out to see where you were, and you just happened to be relaxing on the bed with your head cradled in your hand, face lit up with amusement at the screen.

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Alone at her place, on the way from the kitchen to the living room with a mug of tea in her hand, Astrid felt a pain shoot through her heart that was so sudden, she dropped the mug and it shattered to pieces on the laminate floor. She clutched her chest and swallowed back the taste of bile, trying to steady herself, bracing her hand on the stove.

After a few deep breaths, the flash of agony subsided, and a glance up at the clock told her that Steve was probably still at the wedding.

Her head swam, and her ears went blind as if her head was submerged in water.

A gun shot?

The thought occurred to her, but then it passed.

Was she experiencing another one of the symptoms of the strange connection she had with Steve ever since they were kids? Or was she having a panic attack of her own? She’d been thinking about the tarot reading she’d done for him; the warnings she’d been moved to share with him.

And then that charming, goofy grin he’d flashed her as he came in for a kiss, making light of her sudden and deep concern.

Driven by some type of inexplicable instinct, she stepped over the broken ceramic, toed into her shoes, and grabbed the keys to her old truck, hoping the engine didn’t fail her this time.

She also hoped, for some unspecified reason, that she wasn’t too late.

Too late for what, she wasn’t sure.

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“First things first,” Robin paced in the stairwell between the 3 and 4th floors while Eddie gnawed at his lip, his arms crossed stiffly over his chest. “I’ll go down and see if I can find out from the front desk which room Craig is staying in.”

“They’re not just gonna hand that information over to you, Rob,” Eddie bit, trying not to take his frustration out on her. His own mind was racing, not only because of you, but also at the thought that Charlene had crossed yet another line and was trying to fuck with his friend. He couldn’t worry about Steve though—he had to trust that he would take the information he’d given him and do what needed to be done for that situation.

It was then that Eddie’s beeper went off, echoing off the walls.

He unclipped it from his belt to check it and found that it was from Wayne.

Alerts on his beeper from Wayne that were not during business hours always made his heart stop for a second.

“Shit, I gotta find a phone,” he mumbled.

Robin started taking the stairs down, motioning for him to follow. “We can sneak around to the payphones in the lobby. This way.”

Turns out, the cops weren’t there for Eddie, they had just been strolling by to check on the event. Robin batted her eyes at the guy at the front desk and asked for a peppermint while Eddie checked out the scene.

Wayne wanted to let him know that Bones and the rest of the Coffin Kings were on their way.

Eddie leaned against the payphone as Wayne advised him to wait for the rest of the MC before he made a move; it wasn’t safe to go up against a guy like Craig alone.

“Be careful, son,” Wayne told him.

“Take your meds and get some rest,” Eddie returned, which was just another way to say ‘I love you’.

“You need me there?” Wayne asked. “You need me to go and check on the boy?”

Eddie looked across the lobby at Robin who was on her way back with a handful of red and white peppermints wrapped in plastic and her tongue out in a goofy expression.

“That’s not a bad idea,” Eddie murmured. “Check on Oliver just in case. He’s with his friend Paul at Raina’s.”

He also knew that Wayne was much like him, and in a situation like this—he needed something to occupy himself so that he didn’t go mad.

He hung the black phone back onto the receiver and let Robin feed a round candy into his mouth; he started chewing right away instead of sucking on it, crunching down so hard his jaw clicked. He didn’t want to think what Craig was capable of now that he had you all alone, all to himself.

What if he put his hands on you? What if he….what if….

Eddie growled in frustration and punched the cement wall.

He hissed in pain, knuckles zinging, and then flapped his hand in the air.

“I need to go slash that fuckers tires so he can’t go anywhere,” Eddie told Robin, and she nodded; agreeing.

They told Steve to meet them down in the parking lot, and now they’d have more muscle as the rest of the kings rolled in.

But Eddie was losing patience, and—even worse—he worried he was losing you.

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Craig was in a bad mood when he was done cleaning the bathroom, and you knew he would be—but it was a price you were willing to pay.

He turned the TV off and stood in front of him, glaring down his nose at you.

“What have you been up to while I’ve been busy cleaning up your mess?”

You sat up and batted your eyelashes a few times. “I’ve just been missing you, that’s all.”

His open hand slap came hard and fast across your face and it stung like hell.

Your eyes were watering as you slowly brought your head back to face him again.

“Are you done being a little pig?”

You sucked in your bottom lip, nodding. “Yes.”

You winced, because you thought he was going to slap you again, but he grabbed your chin like he’d done before and squeezed, making your mouth pucker. “Say you promise.”

“I promise, baby. I promise.”

“Good,” he released you. “Now we can finally enjoy our evening.”

You sank from the bed and got to your knees in front of him, and his hooded eyes followed your every move.

“If I can’t be a pig, can I be a whore?” You purred, moving to unfasten his belt buckle.

“You are such a fucking whore,” he hissed. “And you know how much I hate whores.”

You undid the button and pulled down the zipper. He groaned a little as he watched you reach inside his boxers to pull his cock out. He tilted his head back, feeling your warm breath on the tip as you stroked him and he pushed his pants further.

“Fuck yeah,” he said to the ceiling. “Suck me dry like the whore that you are.”

You spit on the tip and jerked him a few more times, unwilling to touch him with your mouth, as you reached around for the pen in your back pocket and clicked the point out.

“Yes, baby,” you whispered. “Let me take care of you.”

On the next breath, you jabbed the pen up into his balls as fast and as hard as you could.

In that first second or two, while he was still in shock, wailing, you stabbed him with it a few more times.

Jab jab jab

Blood gushed out and he fell to the ground whimpering screams that could not be fully formed inside the crushing pain.

He clutched his wound and rolled over, giving you enough time to scamper away. He lurched for you as you darted across the bed, thinking you wanted to grab for the deodorant spray, but then you just said fuck it and let out a feral yell as you dropped down with your knee in his face, and then you brought the pen down again....

You were aiming for his eyeball--hopefully his brain---but it stabbed into his cheek instead.

His scream was so piercing, you thought it might break the window

Was he dead or going to die? Probably not, but this was your only chance to get away and you had to take it. You ran as fast as you could, fumbling at the handle of the door as you heard his shrill, gurgled moans behind you.

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Steve found his way down the stairwell and stopped to take a breather. He’d been walking awhile, and his adrenaline was through the roof, so he paused to lean against the railing and light a cigarette.

“Son of a bitch,” he said on the exhale as smoke billowed out, and then he wet his lips. The worst part about finding out what Charlene did, was that Steve had honestly started to like her. He felt like he’d been tricked into dubious consent because he never would’ve let himself have any feelings if he’d known even half of the truth. He put two fingers to his throat to check his pulse, certain that he was in the middle of a panic attack. The nicotine did its job to calm him down, it also got him to slow down and breathe, if only to support his habit.

His attention perked up again when he heard a scream and a thump coming from the floor above, and then more screaming, as if some dude was being murdered.

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On the highway, Astrid struggled to catch her breath, and the constriction in her chest made her swerve into the gravel and fishtail before she righted the truck again while the duet Jackson by Johnny Cash and June Carter Cash played through static on the radio.

She could see the lights of the hotel up ahead through the trees.

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Eddie found Craig’s SUV in the parking lot and stabbed its tires with his utility knife, thinking he should have one of the guys bring the tow truck around and impound the fucker. Robin tried to open the doors and cupped her hands around her eyes to see what was inside.

Behind them, a car was pulling in off the highway; the headlights behind them cast their shadows over the pavement.

they heard the brakes squeal to a halt and a woman yelped.

Eddie’s attention went to the side of the building and he caught sight of something scrawled in red on one of the windows.

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You turned a corner at the end of the hall and ran like the devil was on your heels, passed several vending machines and a pool, until you broke through into a dark stairwell and made your way down on foot.

You were afraid to look back.

The fear of hearing him enter the stairwell behind you had you in such a hurry that you tripped twice and caught yourself. You were barefoot, and you were pretty sure you’d stepped on a thumbtack or some glass because the pad of your left foot stung like hell, but it did not slow you down.

You wiped something wet out of your eye with your arm, assuming it was blood, and regretted that you didn't stay to make sure you killed him like you knew you should have.

In that moment, as you stumbled down the stairs afraid for your life, you felt like going to prison for such a thing would've been worth it.

You finally shot out into the night air and took a deep breath.

You came out around the backside of the hotel, where there wasn’t much illumination but for three lights up high on a ledge. You only paused for a second, but kept going, passing dumpsters and an employee entrance before you caught sight of the highway and headlights making their way onto the property.

—-------

Charlene darted from the hotel and out into the street, desperate to find Steve to explain, to let him know she regretted all of it, without looking where she was going. Before one of the valets could stop her, she almost got hit by an old truck cruising in at twice the speed it should have.

Only a hair away from the grille, she turned to throw the driver a dirty look.

Astrid was startled as well, but with her foot on the brake, and her eyes locked on Charene, she revved the engine.

—-------

When Craig stumbled into the elevator with a dark stain seeping through the crotch of his denim and a punctured face oozing blood, everyone in the compartment cleared out, muffling their screams as they went.

He heaved and grunted and thumbed the button for the lobby as he scowled down the hall at nothing while the doors slid shut.

He had two loaded guns shoved in the waistband of his jeans and he intended to use them.

—-----

Eddie stepped closer to read what it said on the window with a tilt of his head. It read: “Eddie I love u” and it was written backwards so that it could be legible from out where he was, not inside the room.

“Baby,” he whispered with a catch in his throat.

Forgetting about everything else he was doing, and the chaos that was going on, he took note of which floor that was and started to book it back inside, but then that was when you came into sight, limping around the shadowy corner.

You had blood spatter on your face, and your dress was ripped. It also looked like you hurt your foot somehow and your face broke into a sob the moment you saw him.

—------

Astrid parked her truck right where it was, with the headlights still on as she got out to find out where the boys were. She grabbed a shovel out of the bed in case she needed to use it as a weapon.

She was about to say something to Charlene when they heard the gunshot and both women ducked down, shoulders pressed together behind the side of the truck.

—-----

Craig exited the building on a rampage—not caring who saw him or what it looked like as he shot a bullet into the air.

He stepped out between you and Eddie, and you called out to him.

“I’m right here, Craig,” you said, stepping further into the light from the shadows. “Please just, leave them be. I’ll go with you wherever.”

Craig turned to give you a sneer of a grin, his white teeth now pink from all of the blood in his mouth.

“Oh, honey, it’s too late for that.”

You locked eyes with Eddie across the way and he started towards you, ready to breech the gap, regardless of the consequences as Craig turned the gun on him.

Eddie kept his pace, getting closer. “You better be ready to use that, man, before I get my hands on you.”

With Craigs finger hot on the trigger, there was a sudden yell from somewhere in the bushes as Steve flew out of nowhere and tackled Craig to the ground. Eddie took that split second to get over to you, to hold your face and make sure you were okay.

The gun went off again, but the two were a tangled mess on the ground. Steve beat Craig’s skull into the pavement a few times, and jammed his thumb into the once good eye, but Craig clocked him with the butt of the gun and it stunned him for a second.

It all happened so fast.

Steve was able to crack Craig’s hand against the ground and he lost his grip on the gun, and it skidded away, out of reach.

There were motorcycles thundering near in the distance as Craig yanked the other gun from his waistband and shuffled back to take aim.

Eddie spread his arms out and moved in front of you to act as a shield..

And then there was a gunshot from somewhere else, but the bullet only skimmed Craig’s shoulder. He yowled, but he did not faulter.

Charlene tried to aim at his skull for a second one with trembling hands, but Craig turned the gun on her and Astrid before she could, and he got a shot it, just before Steve reared up to take him to the ground again. The struggle turned them over several times, but then in a blink, Steve was on his back again, but he was able to wrestle the other weapon from Craig.

Craig reared up to bring his fist down into Steve’s face just as Astrid was about to bring the business end of the shovel down on his head---

but then there was a shotgun blast from out of the dark.

Blast…click…Blast…click…Blast

You ran up behind Eddie and put your arms around him.

Craig’s body spasmed in the air where he knelt above Steve as the power of the shots knocked him back.

There were smoking holes blown through his head and his chest.

With one final, open-mouthed pause against the beam of the headlights, and a choked gurgle, Craig’s dead body slumped to the ground.

Panting, Steve unsheathed his knife and got to his knees; ready for more just in case.

Everyone’s eyes followed the line of fire to the source.

And there was Wayne.

He stepped out of the shadows in his Coffin King's denim kutte with “Uncle” on the front pocket, lowering the double barrel. He tipped his chin to both of the boys and squared his shoulders.

A crowd had gathered from inside, including the bride, and the woman who had just caught the bouquet, and Melanie. Even Erika was there as someone’s date. They whispered to each other as Craig’s blood pooled into a little river on the uneven pavement and made its way to the gutter.

From inside Astrid’s truck, the chorus to the song I’m on Fire by Bruce Springsteen was eventually drowned out by the fierce rumble of motorcycles as the entire MC entered the parking lot and flanked the scene.

Part 16

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Co-Workers to Lovers with Ghost + König

A/N: thank you to the awesome anon who requested this!

Pronouns used: They/Them

Characters: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley and König

Warnings: typical COD MW2 violence mentioned, injuries mentioned

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Ghost

I believe Simon would struggle the most with his feelings toward another soldier

At first, he just shoves it off as camaraderie since you had become quick friends with most of the 141

He knows what you both signed up for, and it’s hard for him to imagine a world without you in it, but he can’t figure out why he feels this way towards you specifically more than others

While he is dealing with these feelings, he can’t help but ask Johnny for help

It takes a lot for Simon to go to Soap for anything to do with his emotions, so Soap already knows it’s got to be a big deal

When Simon explains the sick feeling (butterflies) he gets in his stomach around you or the tightness (worry) he feels in his chest when you get hurt, Soap can’t help but laugh a little

Lieutenant Simon Riley had a crush on one of his team members, he couldn’t fuckin’ believe it

Little did Simon know, that you would confide in Soap with your crush on Ghost a week later after going out to the bar for a few drinks

Soap then spends the next month trying to get you two to finally spill the truth to each other, which happens when Soap literally locks you two in a storage closet together

Every time you complain about it, Soap just tells you to keep the story for the wedding reception

König

König takes a while to realize that he has fallen in love with his fellow soldier, who happens to be you

You realize your love for König when he saves you during a mission

As a sniper, you didn’t notice the man that had snuck behind you, grabbing you and giving you a gunshot to the leg

Before the man can get another shot in, König rushes in and quickly shoots the man, making sure he lies unmoving before moving to check on you

You pass out from blood loss, and you faintly remember strong arms carrying you to the evac while a voice above you yells in German

After that happens, König tends to follow you around like a lost puppy for the next few days

Although he doesn’t say much, actions speak louder than words, at least that’s what you tell yourself

Now, I’m going to be honest…

I mean this in the most literal sense, I see this being an actual slow burn, 500k word year-long pinning mess before the two of you end up together, BUT I promise it’s worth the wait <3

#141 #cod #cod x reader #cod mw2 #cod mw2 x reader #ghost #ghost x reader #simon riley #simon riley x reader #könig x reader #könig

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kuriositykills · 23 days

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Edward Wayne Edwards had a rough childhood. He was an illegitimate child, his mother passed away due to a self-inflicted gunshot wound, his foster-mother passed away, and his foster father was an alcoholic. He had been sent to an orphanage where he was abused by a nun and the other boys before his grandmother became his legal guardian.

Ed loved to cause trouble, stealing and selling anything he could get his hands on like cigarettes, bicycles, and food. He would also get into fights with the neighborhood boys.

Edward’s grandmother couldn’t control him so she sent him to a reform school in Philadelphia. At this school, he escaped 2 times, then finally returned to Akron in 1950, when he was 16 years old.

All through Ed’s life he has been in and out of prison, having escaped almost every time. He traveled all over the country with multiple women, burglarizing gas stations, stealing cars and robbing a bank. Ed had been put on the FBI’s Ten Most Wanted list in 1961.

In 1962, Edwards had been arrested and sentenced to 16 years at Leavenworth Federal Penitentiary. After serving 5 years of his 16 year sentence, he was transferred to Lewisville Federal Penitentiary and was granted parole.

Edwards then got remarried, started a family and claimed to be a “rehabilitated” criminal. He published a book, went on game shows, and traveled the country talking about his life.

On August 8, 1977, the bodies of Billy Lavaco, 21, and Judith Straub, 18, were discovered in Ohio. Both had been shot in the neck. The case went cold.

On August 9, 1980, Tim Hack and Kelly Drew vanished from a wedding reception in Wisconsin. Two months later their bodies were found on the edge of a cornfield. They had been stabbed and strangled. Ed was questioned at the time of the murder, but this case also went cold.

In 2009, Edwards’ daughter April heard about the murder of Tim and Kelly and told the police about her father. Edwards was arrested for the double murder of Tim hack and Kelly Drew. Ed wanted the death penalty, but capital punishment is illegal in Wisconsin, so he confessed to the murder of Billy Lavaco and Judith Straub. But capital punishment wasn’t allowed in Ohio in 1977. Ed then decided to admit to killing his adopted son Dannie Boy Edwards in 1996. He killed him for his life insurance policy of $250,000. Edwards lured him to a secluded area and shot him twice in the chest.

Edwards was then sentenced to death by lethal injection for killing Dannie Boy. Dannie’s half-sister stated, “Do not give this man what he wants. He’s taken and taken his entire life.”

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Case Closed Volume 5 Manga Summary

Case Closed, also known as Detective Conan in Japan, is a popular manga series written and illustrated by Gosho Aoyama. The series has been serialized in Shogakukan's Weekly Shonen Sunday since 1994 and has been adapted into an anime series, movies, and various spin-offs. The story follows the adventures of high school detective Shinichi Kudo, who is transformed into a child after being poisoned by a criminal organization. He then adopts the pseudonym "Conan Edogawa" and continues to solve crimes with the help of his friends and gadgets. In this article, we will be providing a summary of Case Closed manga volume 5.

Volume 5 of the manga covers the following cases:

Chapter 41-43: The Tragedy at the OK Corral

Shinichi and Ran are visiting a wild west theme park with her parents, Kogoro Mouri, and Eri Kisaki. They witness a reenactment of the shootout at the OK Corral, but things go awry when a real bullet is fired, killing one of the performers. The case becomes even more complicated when the victim is revealed to have been dead before the shot was fired.

Chapter 44-46: The Mysterious Height Difference of 20cm

Conan and his friends are attending a play featuring the famous detective Kogoro Akechi. During the performance, a murder takes place in the audience, and the prime suspect is a woman who was sitting next to Kogoro. The case takes a surprising turn when the suspect is found to be much taller than the eyewitness accounts suggest.

Chapter 47-49: The Ventriloquist's Illusion

Conan and his friends are invited to a dinner show by a famous ventriloquist, where a murder takes place during the performance. The suspect is the ventriloquist's estranged daughter, but the case becomes even more complex when it is revealed that the victim was not the intended target.

Chapter 50-52: The Bus Hijacking Case

Conan and his friends are on a bus tour when the bus is hijacked by a man with a bomb. The hijacker demands a ransom of 1 billion yen and threatens to blow up the bus if his demands are not met. Conan and his friends must find a way to outsmart the hijacker and save the passengers.

Chapter 53-55: The Locked Bathroom Murder Case

Conan and his friends are attending a wedding reception at a hotel when a murder takes place in one of the hotel rooms. The only clue is a locked bathroom door, which the victim was last seen entering. Conan must use his deduction skills to solve the case and catch the killer.

Chapter 56-57: The Alibi of the Black Dress

A woman is found murdered in a hotel room, and the prime suspect is her ex-boyfriend. However, the ex-boyfriend has an alibi, as he was attending a costume party at the time of the murder. Conan must find a way to prove the alibi false and catch the real killer.

Chapter 58-60: The Gunshot in the Sunflower Building

Conan and his friends are on their way to an aquarium when they witness a man being shot in a nearby building. The case becomes even more complicated when it is revealed that the victim was a former detective who had committed suicide two years prior. Conan must unravel the mystery behind the suicide and catch the killer.

Overall, volume 5 of Case Closed is packed with thrilling cases and unexpected plot twists. It showcases the brilliant deduction skills of the main character, Conan, as well as the support of his friends and allies. Each case is unique and keeps readers engaged from start to finish. Whether you are a fan of mystery

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Chapter Twenty Two

The Closet

Pairing: Hanma x Fem!Reader

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Once you leave the house, you stop off at the casino along the way. The two of you unbuckle to head inside to look for Chikao and Mori, however, before either of your leaves, you gasp and grab onto your husband's shoulder.

"Wait!" you tell him before reaching for something under your seat. You grab a bulletproof vest and hand it over to him. "Wear this. It'll protect you just in case. I'd rather you be safe than sorry," you smile.

"Thanks, love," he grins back as he accepts it. "I'll be careful, I promise."

After he pulls you close and kisses your forehead, he quickly puts the vest on hidden under his shirt and the two of you step out of the car. Just inside, you find Chikao and Mori waiting for you.

"I'll drive you both since Mori's busy watching the casino," Chikao smiles at you.

"'K," your husband shrugs, not really caring and not wanting to drive either.

"Wait," you plead, pulling him to the side. "Is it okay to leave Mori along with all the cash? What if something happens?"

Hanma pats your head and assures you, "It's Mori. The only ones who can get past him are the three of us."

Chikao nods reassuringly and fixes his glasses. "Come on, let's go. I'll get you both there quick."

Hanma tosses Chikao the car keys and together, the three of you walk out to the car.

When you get to the venue, Hanma kisses your forehead. "I'm going to be off for a bit, Y/N. I've got something to deal with super quick. Go enjoy yourself for now."

"Okay," you hum nervously, worried for him once he's out of your eyesight. Then, after a tight hug, you watch him walk off.

"At least you're still here with me," you sigh to Chikao.

"Oh, uh, about that..." he chuckles awkwardly, "I've got somewhere to be so I can't stay."

"What?! But you always stay with us! Where are you going?" you wonder, a bit disappointed that your friend won't stick around.

"I've actually got a date," he admits.

"A date?!" you repeat with an excited gasp. "No way! Who are you going out with?!"

"I, uh, don't really want to discuss it in public but we can talk about it later, I promise."

"Okayyy," you sing, bubbling with excitement.

Chikao hugs you goodbye, telling you to be safe. You thank him and wave goodbye. You hang around from the wedding 'til the reception alone while your husband's doing god-only knows what, filling your time with idle chit-chat with strangers. Then, when you've arrived at the reception, you wander over to the bar and grab a drink. You sit there with your legs crossed, waiting for something to steal your attention rather than staring aimlessly into your drink.

After awhile, your wish comes true. You hear a bullet shot from across the room and immediately stand up. You run quickly towards the sound and reach for your phone. Just as you're about to dial Mori's number, you see he's already calling you- creepy.

"Hello? Mori, I need help. I just heard a gunshot and I don't know where Shuji is!" you shout.

Did he even bring his gun with him?

"I don't know where he is either, I haven't heard from him, but I need you both to get back here right now!" he urgently requests through the phone.

"Mori, I can't!" you practically sob as you rush through the crowd. "I need help. Chikao left for some date and I'm by myself unarmed!"

"Shit, well we've got one hell of a situation down here, too, and I need the two of you asap!"

CHIKAO'S P.O.V.

After dropping Y/N and Hanma off, I wait in their car for a moment, take a deep breath, and check my phone. A moment later, the passenger door opens, and Kazutora steps right in.

"Yo," he says expressionlessly. "You ready?"

"As ready as I'll ever be, I guess," I shrug, reaching for the transmission gear and putting the car in drive.

Off we go to the casino where I drive around to the back and pull over. "Wait here," I tell Kazutora. "I'll come get you once I'm ready."

"Sure," he nods, getting out of the car like it's no big deal.

I then drive around to the front, park, and walk in as I normally do. I don't see Mori at the front, but as I walk I see him talking to some random customer in the lobby. Some security, I scoff to myself. I then continue to walk towards the back entrance where I let in Kazutora.

"Did he see you?" he asks almost immediately.

"No," I grin with a shake of my head. "He's not noticing anything right now. You could have just walked right in and he wouldn't have noticed."

"Whatever," he shrugs, walking past be and into Hanma's office.

I follow in after him, walking over to the back closet and opening it for my partner. When I see that he's too busy looking out the door, I notice a panicked look on his face. But before I can question him, he quickly shuts the door and stares me down with his quite honestly freakishly golden eyes.

"What's wrong?" I whisper.

"Mori knows! I saw him looking at the cameras!"

"Shit," I curse as I run towards Hanma's desk and toss Kazutora his briefcase. "Quick, fill that up ASAP!"

As Kazutora goes to work, I sit beside Hanma's desk and rifle through the computer to get the money in his 'secure' accounts drained into mine. However, we don't get as much as I'd like since we're a bit crunched for time. Nevertheless, after about three minutes, I grab Kazutora by the hand and pull him out of the office, ignoring the cash that flies out of the briefcase as he's dragged along.

"We need to go... Now!"

"Okay, okay, don't drag me, you ass!" he shouts back, pulling away so he can move on his own two feet. He then follows after me until we, unfortunately, bump right into Mori just feet away from the front entrance- our escape. And Mori does not look happy whatsoever.

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house of memories :: seven

:: kageyama tobio x f!reader :: playlist :: masterlist ::

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the last you had heard of kageyama tobio, he was following his grandfather’s footsteps and leaving you behind to join the syndicate. a chance meeting throws him back into your life, along with all of the memories.

tw: mafia elements, profanity, kidnapping, gun and knife violence, knives, gunshot and knife wounds

You have never seen Kageyama Tobio cry, but right now, there are tears in his eyes.

The cold steel of the gun makes you whimper. Never in your life have you ever been in a situation like this. Hell, you’ve never even imagined you would be in a situation like this. All you can do is stay still in Hajime’s grip and pray that he won’t pull the trigger. Kageyama is looking back and forth between you and Oikawa, seemingly looking for a way out.

In your heart, you know there isn’t one.

Somebody will die here tonight. Would it be too self-sacrificing to say that you wish it is you? Kageyama would never allow it, but between you and him, he’s the one who is worth more. When you have to put a price on life, his wins.

You watch Kageyama carefully. His right hand is slowly drifting towards his back, subtle enough that neither Oikawa nor Hajime have noticed. He must have his gun, right? He’s looking straight at you, his eyes more emotional than you’ve ever seen them. What is his plan here? If he pulls the gun, Hajime will definitely shoot you.

Think, y/n. Think.

Hajime had knocked away the gun you had, but you can’t recall if he took it or left it on the floor. There’s a high chance that he has another sort of weapon on him, maybe a knife or something. With the way he’s caging you, there isn’t an easy way to try to grab for something; your hands are trapped at your sides. Plus, with the gun against your head, you don’t want to risk anything.

Four things happen at once.

Kageyama grabs his gun from the back of his jeans and simultaneously pops the safety off and points it at Oikawa.

Hajime loosens his grip on you and points his gun at Kageyama.

Oikawa shoots at Kageyama, who ducks.

And finally, something solid slides across the floor and hits your foot.

Kageyama’s switchblade.

With Hajime momentarily distracted, Oikawa shooting at Kageyama, and Kageyama ducking and trying to shoot back, you duck down to the floor and reach for the knife, flicking it open and stabbing behind you. You know you’ve met your mark when Hajime’s grip loosens completely and he falls back, clutching his abdomen.

There’s a gunshot, a shout, and Kageyama slumps to the floor.

---

There’s a particular memory you have, of a summer in high school, Kageyama teaching you how to use and care for the switchblade. You were more interested in tricks than any practical uses, but you remember one topic that you thoroughly enjoyed.

Throwing.

The way the knife spins through the air, slicing before it hits the target, mesmerizes you. When you brought it up to Kageyama, you never thought learning would be pragmatic. It was supposed to be a party trick; something you could show off at a darts board at a bar, something you could impress people with if you were drunk enough.

Nevertheless, he taught you, and you picked it up with ease. It was simple, at least for you. Something that required less brain power than studying for a test, something that required a routine that stayed the same every time. The only things that ever changed would be your target, the distance, and the weight of the knife.

Luckily for you, the same knife you had grown up practicing with is the same one that’s currently in your hand.

It’s like second nature to you; like the back of your hand, the curve of Kageyama’s jaw, the distinct smell of the grass in the summer after a heavy rain back home.

Before Kageyama has even hit the ground, the knife is out of your hand, spinning, spinning, spinning towards your target.

You don’t think you made a noise when you threw, but Oikawa must have a sixth sense for this sort of thing, because he turns and locks his wide eyes with yours as the knife arcs through the air and embeds itself deep within his chest.

You don’t have the time to think about whether or not you just committed murder; your only concern now is getting Kageyama and getting the hell out of here. He’s still conscious when you dash over to him, and you scramble out of your t-shirt to press it to the wound. Nearly identical to the one he had stumbled into the penthouse with that night, you worry about him surviving another gunshot wound to the same area.

Carefully, you support his weight and stagger to his Artura. When he’s safely secured in the passenger seat, you dial Miwa and set off towards the penthouse.

---

Miwa meets you in the garage; Kiyoko’s already with her. Kiyoko takes Kageyama upstairs as Miwa pulls you into a hug. You’ve been missing for over twelve hours, it’s now five in the morning, she says. You follow her upstairs where she wrestles you into bed with food and a glass of water. You put up quite the fight; you’re exhausted and could pass out at any moment, but Kageyama is your only concern.

She stays until you’ve finally given up, sleep pulling you under.

---

When you wake again, the sun is setting. You’ve slept the day away. You’re alone in Miwa’s room, and you bolt out of bed. Kageyama must be better by now, surely someone would’ve woken you up if something was wrong. When you reach his room, the door is open. He’s sitting up, Miwa in a chair at his bedside. Tears are falling from your eyes as you cross the short distance, carefully wrapping your arms around him.

“Thank God, you’re alright.”

“I could say the same for you.” His voice is scratchy, but you’ve never been so glad to hear him speak. You hear Miwa push her chair back and leave, pulling the door closed behind her.

You pull away from Kageyama, instead sliding under the covers next to him. “I thought I told you not to do anything stupid.”

He chuckles, a small grin on his face. “Nothing is stupid when it comes to you.”

“You literally walked straight into a gun.”

“To come get you.”

“Not the point.”

He sighs. “Well, it all worked out, didn’t it?”

“I guess.” You bury yourself in his chest, mindful of his injury, before you remember the promise you made to yourself while kidnapped. “Tobio?” Your voice is soft.

“Yes?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too, y/n.”

---

Kageyama makes a full recovery, as do you. There are many mental hurdles to tackle as you become more and more immersed in Kageyama’s business, but with Miwa and Kageyama by your side, you feel like you can take on anything. You move out of your apartment and into the penthouse when you graduate with your bachelor’s degree, although you’ve practically been living at the penthouse anyway. It all ends up working out regardless; Hana and Ushijima are engaged and bought a house together.

You get into your medical school of choice and begin working under Kiyoko for the time being. She teaches you things that medical school won’t; things specific to your role in Kageyama’s life.

Kageyama is content for you to remain on the sidelines, simply watching, but you disagree. When you graduate from medical school, you want to share some of Kageyama’s burden; you want to become his partner in everything. He concedes eventually, grumbling something about how “all the women in his life are happy to throw themselves in the way of danger.” You and Miwa laugh; because really, did he expect anything less from you? Kageyama’s only caveat is that you learn how to protect yourself, something you’re happy to oblige. Miwa provides lessons, and you learn quickly. Everything from hand-to-hand combat to how to shoot a gun is covered.

The nostalgia of being with Kageyama makes itself known every day, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

---

“Stop moving.”

“I’m not moving.”

“I’m going to get mascara in your eye if you don’t stop.”

You sigh. “I don’t know why you’re putting it on anyway, I’m just going to cry it off.”

Miwa grins, holding up the tube. “It’s waterproof.”

The door swings open, Hana dashing through. “You look so, so gorgeous, y/n. I’m so happy for you.”

“Thanks, Hana.”

The door opens again, this time Ushijima and Miya Atsumu walk through. Ushijima stops to talk to Hana while Atsumu strides towards you. In the years since the two of you were first introduced, it’s become somewhat of a running joke for Atsumu to flirt with you just to piss off Kageyama.

Miwa steps back to let you look in the mirror and Atsumu steps closer, placing his hands on your shoulders. “Y’know, y/n, it’s not too late to be with me instead.”

You roll your eyes and slap his hands off. “I do have a knife on me.”

He just winks. “Even better.”

After the finishing touches are put in place, the ceremony begins. It’s an elaborate thing; far out of your comfort zone, but something that has to be done for appearances. Kageyama wasn’t too pleased about the extravagance either, which is why you two had said your vows in secret weeks ago, with only Miwa as witness.

He’s grinning and crying when you meet him at the altar. “Hello, wife.”

“Hello, husband.”

The ceremony is long and you’re relieved when it’s finally over. The relief doesn’t last for long though because you’re quickly shuffled to the reception, another over-the-top event with too many people. At the earliest chance, you tug Kageyama by his suit-clad arm and into the hallway.

You groan when you’re finally alone. “Why did we have to do all this, again?”

He shrugs. “Not sure. I need a drink. Or something.”

Grinning, you lift a flask from where you’d hid it under your large dress. “Something like this?”

“Perfect.”

After you’ve both drained the flask of its contents, you sigh. “Can we just leave?”

“I don’t see why not. It’s our wedding anyway.”

“Great, let’s go.”

Later, when you’re both exhausted and cuddled up beneath the sheets, you lean in and press a kiss to Kageyama’s cheek.

“I love you, Tobio.”

“And I love you, y/n.”

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The Last of Us Part 2 (Joel Miller x Reader)

What If (y/n) Died pt 4 (Finale)

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What if pt 1

After getting a boat and making his way to the aquarium through the rain storm, Joel finally made it to the aquarium and started to make his way inside of the building. It took some time but he found a broken window and climbed through it and entered the maze like aquarium. It seemed quite but that didn't stop Joel on letting his guard down, he kept it up as he quietly made his way through.

Eventually, he found what would've been the lobby area of the aquarium and saw Abby standing near the desk, talking into her radio. "Does anyone come in? Hello?" She called out as she tries to get a signal. Joel pulls out his revolver and starts to walk slowly behind her.

"Can you guys hear me? Hello? Jordan? Nora? Leah? Owen? Mel? Anybody?" She calls out in a panic. Then she sighs and sets her radio down. "Damn it." She growls, frustrated, then Joel gets up behind her and places his gun behind her head. "Don't move." He said and Abby's eyes widen at this but she smirks a bit as she recognized his voice.

"Look who finally decided to show up." She sneers and Joel shoves the gun closer to her head. "Shut up. Hands above your head." He growls and she starts to raise her hands, slowly. Abby knew that Joel would come after her but she didn't think he'd come so soon, so this was a bit of a shock to her.

"Here to avenge her?" Abby asked him and Joel starts to cock his gun and shove it harder into her head. Abby chuckles a bit then said. "I should've killed you at that cabin too."

"You're right. You should have." Joel said. "It should have been me...but you picked her....why?"

"Because you two killed my father at St. Mary's." Abby growls and Joel's eyes widen a bit but he had some notion that this is what it was all about. "I was the one that killed your dad, not her. You should have killed me but you killed her instead." Joel said, tightly, through clenched teeth. "Why her?"

"My dad was important to me. And she was important to you. So I figured...an eye for an eye." Abby said and Joel glares at her. "Only one exception: she had everyone who loves her...you don't." Joel growls and before he could do anything, there was a loud crash off into the distance.

Joel looks towards the noise as Abby, taking the advantage, turns around and knocks the gun out of his hand then punches him. He stumbles back but quick regains composure as she goes to punch him again.

He blocks her blows then the two began to fight a bit. They trade blows to each other until Joel got the upperhand and was able to knock her down to the ground. Then he got on top of her and punched her face repeatedly, breaking her nose and busting her lip, with his fists until he pulls out a shiv and starts to bring down the knife on her chest.

She grabs his arms and does her best to keep the blade from entering into her chest then grapples the shiv out of Joel's hand and used it to stab him in the leg. Joel lets out a pained yell but lets out a scream when she started to twist the blade into his leg.

Then she punched him in the face until she kicked him off of her. Joel falls on his back and holds his bleeding leg as Abby gets up and wipes away the blood from her face. "You stupid old man." She growls as Joel tries to get up but the pain in his leg was preventing him to do it.

Abby goes to grab a pipe nearby and starts to walk towards him. "You killed my friends. We let you live...and you wasted it." She growls as Joel glares at her. "You killed my wife, the mother of my boys." Joel spat. Abby glares at him as he tries to crawl away from her. "And you and that stupid bitch killed my dad." Abby said and Joel looks over to his right and sees his revolver.

He looks at Abby, and is about to grab the gun but then she started to raise the pipe above her head. "I'm gonna enjoy this. You will join her soon." She growls but then a gunshot sounds out, she drops the pipe and holds her left shoulder, which had a bullet wound.

Joel jumps, slightly, then grabs his revolver and shoots Abby in both of her knees. Abby screams in pain as Joel sits up and sees Ellie walking in, holding her gun; Jesse and Tommy come running up behind her. "Joel!" Tommy exclaims as he runs over to his older brother.

Abby screams in pain some more, holding her leg, as Ellie keeps her gun trained on her. "Jesse, come here and help me." Tommy said and he and Jesse help Joel up to his feet. "You fuckin' people." Abby shouts, angrily. Joel glares over at her then starts to walk, or limps, over to her as best as he could.

"Is this...w-what she...wanted? T-to continue this...cycle? What about...your kids, h-huh? What...would t-they...think?" Abby asked Joel, between her gasps of pain, as he goes to pick up the pipe she dropped. He walks over to her and said. "I don't care. You brought this on yourself."

Then he raises the pipe and hits Abby across her face. Ellie gasps as Tommy and Jesse jump slightly at this while Joel kept hitting Abby over and over with the pipe. Each impact the pipe made, Joel saw flashes of (y/n). The good times they had flashed before his eyes, like their date nights, them dancing and laughing at their reception, movie nights with Sarah.

Then moments of them saving each other during their 20 years of surviving, when the two met Ellie and started their cross country journey. Then when he had his ear against (y/n)'s pregnant stomach as she plays with his hair while he feels the baby's kicking, then to where he was in bed looking at (y/n) as she stares up at him with love the night before they went on patrol with Tommy.

Then he remembers the day when she mouthed I love you to him before she died.

He lets out a heartbreaking yell and hits Abby one more time, killing her. He takes some deep breathes as he looks at Abby's bashed in face, which eerily looked like how (y/n)'s face looked. He stares at Abby's body and tosses the pipe aside as he slows down his breathing while Ellie, Jesse and Tommy watch him with worry.

"Joel..." Ellie said, softly, as she walks close to him. A tear runs down Joel's face and he places his hands over his face and starts to cry, silently. Ellie then goes up to him and places her hand on his shoulder, he lowers his hands then looks over at her as she gives a sympathetic look to him and hugs him.

Tommy then goes over to his older brother and hugs him as well, Joel embraced them and just broke down.

2 Weeks Later

The group finally make their way back to Jackson where their families are waiting for them. Jesse's parents hugged him, Maria comes up to Tommy and hugs him and Dina hugs Ellie and Jesse, where she tells him that she found out she is pregnant with his child.

Joel dismounts his horse and started to use this long stick, Ellie found for him, to use as support for his limp. The last two weeks, Joel had been awfully quiet which worried Ellie, Tommy and Jesse.

But then Joel's expression lit up a little when his boys came running towards him and they share a heartwarming hug. "Is it over, Daddy?" Ethan asked Joel as he and his brother look up at their dad. Joel looks between the boys before he speaks for the first time in weeks. "Yeah...it’s over now." He said and the boys hug him again.

16 Years Later

There was a knock on the front door, which startled the older man from his sleep. He takes in a huge breath then lets it out slowly as he gets up from his bed, and grabs the cane that was leaning against his bed table. The gray haired man, with streaks and shades of his natural black hair color, makes his way downstairs as the knocking continues.

"I'm coming." The man hollers. He opens the door and smiles once he sees who was at the door. "Well, look who's here!" He said as a smirk appears on his face. "Hey dad." The young black haired man said, he was about the old man's height and if you'd ask his uncle, he would say that he looked alot like his dad when he was younger.

"To what do I owe the pleasure of this little visit?" The old man asked and the young man raises a confused eyebrow.

"Uh...dad, remember? We're suppose to go and celebrate J.J.'s birthday at Ellie and Dina's." The young man said and the old man's eyes widen. "Is that today?" He asked, making his son chuckle. "Did the Joel Miller forget about his eldest grandson's sixteenth birthday?" The son asked, teasingly.

"Sorry to disappoint, Ethan, but my memory ain't as good as it used to be. It'll happen to you and you brother." Joel said and Ethan chuckles. "Probably more me than Aiden." He said. "Yeah, Aiden is like his momma. Mind as sharp as a tack." Joel mutters and Ethan smirks a bit. "Well, let me go get changed and I'll be down in a minute." Joel said. "Sure, dad. Everyone's loaded up in the carriage, ready to go. I'll let them know we're waiting for you." Ethan said and Joel starts to make his way to the stairs.

He walks into his room, leans his cane against the closet doorway and flicks through his clothes before grabbing the ones that he liked. After getting dressed, he picks up that old chain with the woman's wedding ring hanging from it, puts it around his neck then picks up his cane and a brand new guitar he made for JJ then makes his way down the stairs.

He walks out of the house and closes the door when Aiden, who looked like his brother only he had (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes, and Ethan come up to their dad. "You need help, dad?" Aiden asked as he comes up next to him. "I'm alright, son." Joel said, appreciatevly, as he looks up at Aiden's (e/c) eyes and smiles. "Okay, just making sure." Aiden said as Joel makes his way down the stairs.

Ever since Abby stabbed him in the leg, Joel had a permanent limp and had to use a cane to get around a bit better. This wound had made Joel retire from patrolling and he had resorted to farming as that was a bit easier for him to get around and kept his mind busy.

Aiden and Ethan pat Joel's shoulders as they make it to the carriage, where he sees Lily, a blonde haired blue eye girl who is Ethan's wife, and Eliza, red hair and green eyes girl who is Aiden's fiancé. "Morning, girls." Joel greets them as Ethan gets up on the back of the carriage. The women greet him back just as the little two year old boy smiled at him.

"Papaw!" He said as he jumps off of Lily's lap and goes over to Joel as Ethan helps his dad up to the carriage. Joel chuckles as he goes to sit down on the bench and the young boy jumps up on him. "Hey, kiddo." Joel chuckles as he picks up the boy and sets him on his lap while he set his cane anf guitar against the bench.

"Boy, you're getting so big." Joel said as his grandson sits on his lap. "Yeah, I wanna be big and strong like you, papaw." The young boy said, making Joel smile then kiss the top of his head. "Well, minus the bad leg." Aiden jokes. "Easy there, Aiden. I might have a bad leg, but I can still whoop your ass." Joel said, warningly, and everyone laughs as Ethan gets to the front of the carriage and urges the horses to go forward.

As the carriage goes through Jackson and then out through the gates, Joel looks over at his family and couldn't believe how his family has grown. Ethan and Lily had meet when Ethan was about fifteen or sixteen and they had hit it off and fell in love. Then when Ethan turned eighteen, he asked Lily to marry him and they tied the knot a couple months later.

Soon after that, Lily found out she was pregnant and they had this beautiful boy that sat on Joel's lap. Thomas Joel Miller, or TJ, is what they named him and TJ reminded Joel of Ethan when he was this age, being talkative and energetic. Then about a year ago, Lily was pregnant once again but this time it was a girl, who they named Sarah Marie Miller which made Joel tear up a bit at this.

Aiden and Eliza are what you'd call childhood sweethearts. Ever since they met when they were ten, they had been inseparable. You couldn't imagine one without the other. The two started dating when they were about fourteen and they fell more and more in love with each other as the days went on. They had just gotten married about six months ago.

The twins also had become good strong men that have helped keeping Jackson safe, thanks to their Uncle Tommy and to Joel. Joel was very proud of his boys and who they've become and he knew if (y/n) were still alive, she would be proud of them too.

Eventually, the group finally make it to Dina and Ellie's farmhouse and they all unload from the carriage. TJ jumps off of Joel's lap and goes over to Ethan, who got off of the carriage and started to help them out of the carriage.

Joel grunts as he gets up, grabs his cane and guitar then walks to the edge just as both of his sons stand by. "Come on, dad." Aiden said and Joel chuckles at this and says. "If you two don't quit babying me..."

"We're just worried about you, pops." Ethan said as Aiden takes Joel's cane and Ethan grabbed the guitar and the two young men help their old man down. "I know you are." Joel mutters as he lands on the ground and Aiden hands him his cane back. "Thank you." Joel said. "I'll hold onto this." Ethan said as he holds up the guitar and they start to walk towards the farmhouse.

"Well, look who showed up!" Jesse exclaims as he and JJ stand at the porch. The front door opens and Ellie walks out and smiles at the new company. Ethan and Aiden both go over and hug Ellie before they go to hug JJ and shake Jesse's hand then give him a quick hug.

Lily and Eliza hug Ellie as well then go over to JJ and Jesse. "How are you guys?" Ellie asked them while Joel walks up to the porch and smiles. They would tell her that they were good until Ellie looks at the little girl in Lily's arm.

"Hey munchkin!" Ellie said to her and the little girl holds her arms out to Ellie. "Sarah really likes you." Lily said, chuckling, as she hands the little girl over to Ellie. "Hey, Ethan and Aiden were the same way with her when they were babies." Joel said and Ellie turns to Joel and her lips curled into a smile.

"Hey babygirl." Joel greets, softly.

"Hey dad." Ellie said, smiling.

The two embraced for a few moments before Ellie pulls back and asks. "How you doin', old man?" Joel chuckles and replies. "Doin' alright. You?" Joel asked her. "I'm good." She replied and he nods at her.

Ever since Abby was killed all those years ago, Joel and Ellie's relationship had slowly improved as the days went on. The two would often help the other whenever one of them relived the day (y/n) died, which caused sleepless nights, isolation, breakdowns, and reckless stunts during patrol, in Ellie’s case.

Ellie had forgiven Joel for what he and (y/n) did many years ago, having finally understood why they did what they did after she caught JJ’s eyes when he was born. Though (y/n) wasn't there to hear her say those words, Joel assured Ellie that she would've been happy and that (y/n) loved her no matter what even after death.

This brought Ellie to tears and the two embraced each other as she started to cry, Joel let a few tears escape his eyes but did his best to keep it together for Ellie.

As the day turned into the evening, the family ate, drank, talked and laugh as everyone bonded and caught up with what was going on with their lives. JJ loved the guitar Joel had made for him and he started to play a bit from what he learn from Joel and Ellie.

They applaud once he finished and Joel gives him a proud smile. But then he noticed that Aiden and Eliza seemed a bit more quiet and nervous. "Aiden? Eliza? Everything alright?" Joel asked them and they look over at him, shocked.

"Well, we...uh...we..." Aiden stammers as everyone looks at them. "Well, we do have an announcement but..." Eliza said and Dina nods at them. "What is it?" She asked. "We don't want to take away JJ's special day." Aiden said. "Go ahead, spit it out...what is it, Uncle Aiden?" JJ asked him then Aiden and Eliza share a look before she bites her lips.

"Well....to make a long story short, there's gonna be a new addition to this family." Aiden said as Eliza giggles. "Are you fucking serious?!" Ellie said, shocked, as everyone gasps. The young couple nod and Dina and Lily screech in excitement as they stand up and hug Eliza. "Congratulations!" Jesse said to Aiden as he pats his back.

"Thanks, Jesse." Aiden said as Ethan hugs his brother. "Way to go, bro!" Ethan said and Aiden laughs while Joel stands up and Aiden looks over at his father. "Congrats, Aiden." Joel said as Aiden walks up to him. "Thanks, dad." He said and father and son hugged each other.

"Can I talk to you, privately?" Aiden asked him. Joel nods and the two walk away from the others as they talk about the new baby with Eliza. Once they were away from listening ears, Aiden turns to Joel. "I was wondering if I could get your blessing..." he said and Joel raises an eyebrow at this. "Blessing? For what?" Joel asked, confused.

"Well, this baby....I don't know why but I have this weird feeling that it's gonna be a girl. And....I was wondering, if it's okay with you, if Eliza and I could name her (y/n)?" Aiden asked him and Joel's eyes begin to tear up at this. "Of course, you can..." Joel said, his voice shaking and full of emotion. Aiden smiles at this as Joel goes to wipe away the tears.

"I know she would've been honored." Joel said to Aiden just as Ethan comes up to them. "Who would've been honored?" Ethan asked, curious, and Aiden turns to his brother. "I asked dad if I could name the baby (y/n) if its a girl." Aiden replied and Ethan looks down at this.

"I wish she was here." Ethan said and Aiden nods. "Same here. I miss her so much." He said and Joel looks down at the ground. The boys look up at their father and noticed how sad he looked. Then both boys go to hug Joel as he tried to keep his emotions in check, trying not to attract any attention from the others.

The three Miller men break their embrace as Joel takes a deep breath then looks at his sons and nods, letting them know that he was alright. The boys give him a comforting smile before they go back to the festivities.

That night, Joel returns to his home and walks up the stairs to his room. He looks at his bed side table and stares at the picture of him, Sarah and (y/n) at Sarah's soccer game. He sits down on the bed then picks up the picture. He lets out a sigh as he stares at his girls; missing them now more than ever, especially (y/n).

He sets the picture down then takes off the chain around his neck, kissed the ring then sets it down on the table next to the picture and starts to get ready for bed. Once he gets ready for bed, he sets his cane to the side of the bed and lays down in the bed. He looks back at the photo and gives a small smile towards it. "Goodnight, girls." He mutters then he starts to close his eyes and drift off to sleep.

He opens his eyes and realized, immediately, he wasn't in his home in Jackson. He was in a truck...his old truck. "What?" He mutters, confused, then he looks out the window and gasps. In front of him, was his old home back in Texas and it looked untouched, almost like how it was the night he, (y/n) and Sarah left it when the Outbreak first happened.

He looks to his right and sees his cane before he grabs it then gets out of his truck. He makes his way to the front door when he heard voices on the other side, familiar voices...voices he hadn't heard in a long time.

He opens the door and choked up a sob when he saw who the voices belonged to. "Dad!" Sarah exclaimed, happily, as she stands up and runs to him. She tackles him in a hug and Joel smiles as he holds her tight. "Sarah..." He whispers, tearfully, and she pulls back from the hug and smiles at him.

He raises his head up and his eyes widen in surprise when he sees (y/n). Only she looked much younger, it was like she hadn't aged a day since Outbreak Day. "(Y/N)." He said, softly, and she smiles and walks up to him. She reaches out, placed a hand on his cheek and he closes his eyes, relishing in the feeling of her hand on his face.

It had been so long since he felt her touch, he forgot what it felt like. He placed his hand over hers then turns his head to kiss her palm. (Y/N)'s smile grew wider as she lets out a breathless laugh. "Hey, Joel." He opens his eyes and stares at her as she looks him over.

"You got old." She said, chuckling a bit. Joel laughs as well while Sarah smiles and looks between them. "You don’t look too bad yourself." He said to her, smiling. She sniggers a bit then said. "You ol' sap."

Well, I am the romantic type." Joel said and her smile grew wider. "You got your ways." She said, smiling, as he looks her over, lovingly. "I've miss you. Both of you." He whispers. "We've missed you too, Daddy." Sarah said.

"How’s everyone, Joel? The boys giving you trouble?" (Y/N) asked and Joel chuckles to himself, shaking his head. “The boys are great. You would be proud of how much they’ve grown. They even got a family of their own.” Joel explains and (y/n) smiles.

“And Ellie? How’s my other baby girl?" She asked him. “She’s doing good. Remember Dina?” He asked and she nods. “She and Dina married a few years back. After Seattle, we made it back and found out Dina was pregnant then she had a son named JJ. They live in a farm not too far from Jackson. And Jesse actually found someone new.”

“That’s good. I’m so happy for them. And what about your brother and Maria?” (y/n) asked, curiously. “They worked things out with their marriage. They have a kid as well, thank God that son of a bitch finally settled down.” Joel chuckles and (y/n) and Sarah laughs.

"Gosh, first I have two brothers, now I have a cousin?!" Sarah said. "Well, good thing I told him about you." Joel said and Sarah's smile grew bigger. "All good I hope." She said as she folds her arms across her chest, but her smile still plastered on her face.

"Naw, I told them every embarrassing story about you." Joel jokes and Sarah gives a playful scoff at this. Joel looks between his girls before (y/n) said. "We've missed you, Joel."

"I've missed you too. Both of you." He said as he looks at Sarah then looks at his wife. "Well, I sure hoped you did." (Y/N) said, sarcastically, and Joel chuckles. "But...you know, honey. You can stay here with us." (Y/N) said and Joel gives her a questioning look. "That is...if you want to." She finishes.

"Like...I have a choice?" He asked and she nods. "You can stay here with us or you can go back with Ellie and the boys." (Y/n) said and Joel looks at the girls then back towards the front door, obviously conflicted on the choice.

"I know it's hard but it is up to you, Joel. I'd understand either way." (Y/N) said as Joel looks back at her. He wanted to stay with Ellie and the boys to make more memories with them, especially since Aiden was about to have a baby, but then he felt that they didn't need him. He taught them everything he knows and they were all adults and were able to handle themselves. He also missed his wife and Sarah too much and seeing them made him feel complete.

He looks over at (y/n) then places a hand on her cheek, before he leans in and kisses her on the lips. His heart leaped into his chest once his lips touched hers; he forgot how soft her lips felt and how their lips felt together, like two pieces of the puzzle that fit together.

He pulls back and she looks him over and smiles again. "Hey, you look better now." She said, chuckling. He raises his eyebrow at this then looks over at a mirror that was hanging on the wall and noticed that he looked much younger. He stares at his reflection in shock before he looks back at (y/n) and smiles.

He goes to kiss her again then breaks the kiss before he hugs her. Sarah then goes up to her parents and hugs them, the original trio back together again as they hold each other tight.

Few Days Later

A large group of people were at the cemetery, laying down some flowers on a freshly mound grave. Tears running down their faces as they mourn the loss of a member of their family.

Tommy wipes away his tears before he pats his nephews' shoulders then looked over at Ellie, who was just staring at the grave in sadness. Aiden and Ethan nod at their uncle as he, Maria and their son head back home.

"Do you want us to stay, Ethan?" Lily asked him as she places a hand on his shoulder. TJ was sitting on a nearby bench, looking distraught, while Lily was carrying his sister in her arms. Eliza looks up at Aiden, who had the same look of sadness on his face just like Ellie and Ethan.

"Girls, I think we should give them space." Dina said to the two other women and they walk away, leaving Ellie, Ethan and Aiden standing before two graves.

One of the graves had the name (y/n) Miller on it and next to it was a freshly dug up grave with a tombstone that they just placed on it, the name Joel Miller was engraved upon it.

The morning after JJ's birthday, Aiden and Ethan went by Joel's house to check on him but began to worry when they entered his home and he wasn't in his chair like he would be on any other normal day. Aiden thought maybe the festivities from the night prior might have worn the old man out but Ethan knew something was wrong.

They called out for Joel but no response. That is until they entered his bedroom and found Joel still laying in his bed, he looked peaceful. Ethan called out to him but when Joel didn't move, the boys begin to panic. Ethan ran over to the bed and checked his dad's pulse, only to realize that his skin was already cold.

"Well...at least he's with her." Ellie mutters as she wipes her nose with the sleeve of her jacket. "Yeah..." Aiden sobbed. "I hope you're happy, dad. We're gonna miss you." Ethan said, sadly. "Say hi to mom and Sarah for us." Aiden said. The three adults stare at their parents grave a few more minutes before the twin boys walk away but Ellie stays standing.

"I'll watch over them, don't you worry." Ellie said and she lets out a sigh before wiping away the tears. "Love you, mom and dad. I'll miss you." She whispers then she starts to walk away, catching up with her family.

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BTS Reaction: Wedding Night After Arranged Marriage

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As soon as you and ___ left the wedding venue, where the reception was held, you looked down at your hands. On your left wedding finger, was a large right that shone with the reflection of the moon. It was around 11pm as Bangtan celebrated the wedding for a very long time while you stayed as far away from them as you could.

Kim Seokjin:

You sat in the car silently looking down at your hands that were resting on your lap, while Seokjin sat next to you, on his phone, sending a rather long text. An awkward silence surrounded you both as the sounds of the cars engine made you feel a little calmer. On the inside, you were panicking as you’ve heard so much about this Mafia leader.

Word has it that those who had made it onto his bad side or did something he didn’t like, was never seen again. They say he kills them in the most brutal ways, including torture and a lot of mental and physical harm. Thinking about this made a shiver run down your spine. Though there is no proof of this, it still made you wary and scared of the man you were now married to.

“Something on your mind doll?” His voice asked, breaking you out of your thoughts. Your body tensed, but you still refused to look at him in the eyes. Clearly seeing your reaction, he moved a little closer. “Come now doll, talk to me about what’s on your mind. You should know I do not enjoy repeating myself more than once.”

Without having to look at him, you could sense the smirk that was plastered on his face. You went to lace your hands together, only for him to grab your right wrist and pulled it towards him, jolting you towards him more, making you look at him in the eyes. He tilted his head slightly, signalling you to tell him.

“Just... what people-” You started to explain only for him to cut you off.

“What people having been saying about me? Does that make you afraid of me doll?” He asked, something laced in his voice that you could not place. He moved his other hand under your chin gently, stopping you from moving your head.

“A little...” You hesitantly said, fear evident in your voice, your body slightly trembling under his touch. He looked at your face, up and down, stopping at your eyes. He did nothing but stare for a few moments, scaring you more.

“You are my wife now, I will not harm you in any way, so you shouldn’t be afraid.” he began to say, looking at you with soft eyes that held concern and slight amusement that you were afraid of him. he leading in closer to you that way his lips were so close to your ear that you could feel his breath on it. “Unless you try to run away or annoy me in anyway.”

Min Yoongi:

During the car ride to the hotel the two of you were staying at, he was silent. He looked out the window to his right while you were playing about with your phone, feeling extremely awkward due to the silence and that he hadn’t said a word to you since the “I do” moment all those hours ago.

You began to wonder what your life was going to be like, now that you with one of the most dangerous men in Korea. He was well known for his hacking skills. but was famous for his assassinations. He never missed a target and always got what he wanted.

You were taken out of thought when your side of the car suddenly dropped. While you tried at gain your balance, Min Yoongi opened his side of the window and pulled something metal out of one of his inside pockets of his suit jacket. Knowing it was a gun, you turned your attention behind the car where a black SUV van was very close by.

The driver of yours and Yoongi’s car drove as fast as it could, but had trouble as the back left tire had been shot. The glass of the black window all of a sudden shattered, causing glass pieces to fly everywhere. Reacting quickly, Yoongi grabbed a hold of your waist, pulling you more towards him, then pushing the two of you down that way you were both were lying on the car seats.

His face was void of any emotion and he still had the gun in his hand. Your eyes were full of fear and concern. You didn’t know what to do. Slowly, Yoongi moved his body upwards and began to shoot out of the broken back window, causing loud gunshots to be heard. Covering your ears, you closed your eyes as tears began to fall.

“Stay down. It’ll be over soon,” Yoongi said, concern and worry evident in his voice, causing you to open your eyes. You were just about able to hear him over the muffled gunshot sounds. He was looking down at you in the eyes. His breathing was heavy. You gave him a small nod, telling him you understood, making him look back at the SUV and continue shooting/

Jung Hoseok:

You were currently sat on the edge of the sofa in the middle of your new living room that your were sharing with your new husband Jung Hoseok. As soon as the two of you made it out of the limo and into the new house you both lived in, he left you alone at the door and walked of somewhere. Not knowing what to do, you just went and sat down on the sofa. That was almost an hour ago and nothing had changed.

You were at the point of being so bored, you carefully moved to grab the TV remote on the coffee table, as to do crumble or ruin the wedding dress you currently had on. You switched through the channels until you stopped at the news.

“Rumour has it, the famous Mafia leaders of Bangtan and Lee have joined together, making their two gangs into one. How they have done this, we go to Sumin,” Said the man sat down at the table in the studio.

“Thank you, Jongin, Bangtan’s son J-Hope and Lee’s daughter Y/N were said to be forced into an arranged marriage, however there is no proof that this was true or not,” Sumin replied.

I zoned out of everything else that was being said on the TV and looked off in the direction where Hoseok walked of to. Did he know about the media finding out? you thought. Placing the remote back on the coffee table you looked at your lap.

“You shouldn’t listen to anything they say on the news, it’s usually things that aren’t important,” A voice said, taking me out of thought. I looked up and saw Hoseok grab the remote and turn it off. His hair was dripping wet meaning he had just gone for a shower.

“It... was about us actually...” you said quietly, but he still heard it. He moved his attention over you and gestured for you to continue. “How the two gangs were now one... and how it was said about us... getting married.”

Instead of saying anything, he moved to sit on the other side of the sofa, but had his body adjust so that it was facing you. You had now only just noticed that he was no longer wearing the tux, but was now in joggers and a hoodie. He looked less intimindating.

“Are you happy with it being out in the open?” He blurted out randomly. You looked at him confused for a moment before shrugging your shoulders. You didn’t know what it was like to have other’s attention on you. “I can get it taken down and for it never to be mentioned, but that is if you want it to no longer be out in the open.”

Kim Namjoon:

Being in an arranged marriage was scary, but being in an arranged marriage with the infamous Mafia leader Kim Seokjin, was terrifying. The wedding and the reception went okay, but now both of you were in the bedroom of the hotel room that you were sharing.

“You can go for a shower first if you want. I have some work to do so I’m going to have to leave here for a while,” He said while standing up and readjusting his suit jacket. Unsure of what to do, you just nodded your head. He was extremely intimidating and no one wanted to disobey him as nothing good came from that. He looked at you for a moment before sighing.

“I can stay if you are too afraid to be left alone here. I can get one of my men to take care of the work,” He said, his voice laced with worry. When seeing this side of RM, it was difficult to believe that he was a Mafia leader. Unlike the rumours about him, he was being very kind and thoughtful when it came to you.

Although you did want him to stay, you decided not to say anything making him move over to where he stood in front of you and crouched down and took your hands into his, in an attempt to calm you down and comfort you.

“If you don’t tell me what you want then I cannot help you love. You are my wife now and that is how you shall be treated by me and my men. Just because I am a Mafia leader and it was an arranged marriage, doesn’t mean I am going to treat you any differently then anyone other married couple,” He spoke, while gently stroking the back of your hands.

“Would you please stay?” You said quickly and quietly. You were embarrassed to say the least. No one had ever said something like that to you before so you didn’t know how to react other than be embarrassed. He gave you a small smile and took out him phone, sending a text.

Park Jimin:

Being with Jimin was nothing like you had imagined it to be. From what you were told, Jimin was very cold and emotionless. Throughout the entire reception, Jimin kept on stealing glances at you and somethings even winked at you if you caught him looking. The entire car ride he was concentrated on his phone, but had one of his hands on your thigh.

Now, you both stood outside your new home. Jimin walked ahead of you and opened the door waiting for you to walk in first. Carefully, you walked into the house as to not trip over your heels or the long train of the dress. Before you could even look around the entrance, you were pushed back so that you were against the door, with Jimin in front of you with a smirk plastered on his face.

“Hmm, you look really beautiful in this dress. Shows off your sides perfectly and your makeup makes you look so gorgeous,” He said, his eyes clouded with lust. The truth was that you were a virgin and being this close to Jimin scared you. What he said made your heart skip a beat, but not in a good way.

You quickly moved under he arms that were either side of you, and tried to run away from him. You got as far as the living room before two arms gripped your waist. Not looking at your feet, you tripped over your heels and fell on the carpeted floor with Jimin landing on top of you. He quickly turned your body over so that your back was against the floor and he was straddling you.

“What’s the matter princess? You know what always happens on the wedding night don’t you?” He whispered against your face as he lent down closer to you. You could smell the alcohol on his breath. You tried pushing against his chest, but he just grabbed your hands and pinned them above your head.

“Let me go!” You screamed, struggling against his hold. Tears began to stream down your face, seeming to have woken the real Jimin up and making him sober once again. He quickly loosened his grip and stood up. He helped you up, but refused to let go of your hands.

“I am so sorry. I get really clingy and touchy when I’m drunk. The boys gave me too much to drink. Let me run you a bath and then we can speak about what happened afterwards,” He rushed while pulling you up the stairs, into the bedroom and then into the bathroom that was attached. He turned the bath tap on. He face showed nothing but guilt and concern.

Kim Taehyung:

During the entire Wedding and reception, Taehyung just looked over at you almost like he was shocked or amazed. His other members had to keep on trying his attention back onto what they were trying to do. Now you were walking down the path of the front garden towards the limo that was waiting for you both.

Before getting into the limo, Taehyung whispered something into the drivers ear, making him slightly confused before nodding and getting into the drivers seat. He then ran back to the end of the limo, and opened the door and gestured for me to get inside. You gave him a small smile before getting into the car. He quickly followed behind you and closed the door.

The car began to move as Taehyung moved him attention towards you again, and gave you his box smile. Doing this, made you smile a little as well. His energy and enthusiasm seemed like it was contagious.

“We’re finally alone now! I just wanted to say that I apologise for looking at you so much, you just looked so beautiful, I wasn’t sure if you were even real,” he said, while shyly looking away and scratching the back of his neck. His statement made you shocked. No one had ever said something like that to you before.

“Thank you Kim Taehyung. If it helps, I thought you looked really handsome in the tux. It really suits you,” you replied meekly. You were extremely antisocial so this was all very new to you. The car soon came to a stop by a large field filled with colourful flowers.

Taehyung grabbed your hand and pulled you out the car and began to walk into the field. At the end of the field was a bench that stood under a cherry blossom tree. On the way, he kept on stopping to grab some of the flowers. When you two eventually made it to the bench, Taehyung had a full handful of flowers. The two of you sat down and he began to place the flowers in your hair.

“Please don’t call me Kim Taehyung. We’re married now and I want you to call me Tae or Taehyung. The whole Kim Taehyung thing makes it sound professional and I don’t like that,” Tae said as soon as he was done placing the flowers in your hair. You blushed and gave him a nod before looking up and the night sky.

Jeon Jungkook:

You barely said a word to Jungkook throughout the entire procedure, and he didn’t seem to keen on having a conversation with you either. Now, you were sat at the hotel bar you were staying at, drinking some shots of Vodka. You were not a lightweight so the shots had no effect on you at all.

While in the middle of doing a shot, a hand came up next to you as someone sat down next to you. Looking over, you saw your new husband with an annoyed look on his face. After arriving at the hotel, Jungkook quickly got you out and left with the limo to who knows where and from the look, whatever happened, didn’t go his way.

You silently passed him one of your shots of Vodka. He looked over at you with the same face, intimidating you a little, before looking down at the shot and taking it down in one. He gestured to the bartender to bring more shots. They quickly left and came back with a tray full.

“Did it not go well?” You quietly asked. Jungkook looked at you with a blank expression before sighing and nodding his head. He passed you a shot and the two of you downed them. You didn’t want to know what had happened, but still wanted to comfort him. “I’m sure you’ll be able to sort out whatever went wrong Jungkook.”

For a moment, Jungkook did nothing as a response before quickly turning his chair and pulling yours forward. You were both now touching legs, but he was concerned about that. He leaned towards you and gave you a hug. You tensed, but he didn’t move. Unsure of what to do, you hugged him back.

“How am I so lucky to get such a nice wife?” He whispered to himself, but you still heard him. Your face went red and got hotter. You looked in the opposite direction as to where his head was, making him chuckle slightly.

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nolongerwrites · 4 years

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RANDOM prompt #29 for Chuuya, please? I love your stories!

Thank you anon 😣 I love you

Chuuya was a port mafia executive and you were the top commander of black lizard, within the mafia you two were well known lovers. You both had worked as a team after Dazai had disappeared, and eventually it led to you two becoming a couple. One thing led to another and by the time you were 20 and he was 22, you were married.

The wedding was over the top and filled with very expensive decorations. Only certain people were invited, mostly port mafia members and close friends. The ceremony was beautiful, and everyone congratulated you both on a happy marriage as they showed up for the reception.

Although being such high members of the mafia, that meant you both were constantly targeted or put in danger with no acception for it being your big day either. You and chuuya were in the middle of sharing your special slow dance alone on the dance floor as everyone watched, only for a group of strangers in heavy gear to show up and interrupt. They shouted nonsense about being a dangerous organization new to yokohama.

One of the men came up an pointed and pointed a semi-automatic rifle to both of your heads demanding one of you to show you the boss. As if on cue, you and chuuya both looked at eachother with blank expressions.

A wicked smile spread across your cheeks as you squeezed his hand tighter. Chuuya let out a long sigh before twirling you close to his chest, placing a small kiss on your lips, and twirled you out. Your creamy white dress glided gracefully through the air as you leapt up, landing a swift kick to the mans head knocking him out.

the rest of your squad joined in and soon gunshots started to ring out, No one was hurt too badly thanks to chuuyas ability keeping you shielded as you and black lizard took everyone out. Chuuya and mori stood side by side, chuuya couldn’t help but feel his heart leap in his chest while he watched you fight

“how is my wife more badass than me?”

#bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd chuuya #chuuya x reader #bungou stray dogs chuuya #chuuya nakahara x reader #chuuya nakahara #nakahara chuuya #chuuya x wife!reader #anonymous

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jemej3m · 4 years

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Allison dresses Neil in a dress, thoughts?

can you imagine, though?

this boy, who is canonically pretty, an athlete, auburn haired and icy eyed. if he wore a dress, i am sure it would stop time.

excuse the shitty sketch, but here are the dresses I write about below (not necessarily in the right order):

its nearly 1am what am i doing with my life

The first time Neil wears a dress, Andrew thinks nothing of it

It’s a dark blue thing, with a stupid bow on the elastic around his shoulders. They’re just chilling in their dorm, Kevin still out at classes. Neil had disappeared to the girls’ room for about an hour and come back wearing something that was obviously not his, a strange amalgamation of expressions on his face. Pride. Curiosity (probably in Andrew’s reaction). Self-consciousness. Spite. Everything that encompasses Neil Josten, really.

It’s a nice dress. Definitely Allison’s. The material would crumple under Andrew’s fingertips if he pinched it, like tissue paper, like Andrew’s skin when Neil pokes and prods for answers. He wears it well, even if Andrew will never tell him that. It softens the scars and the muscles and the sharpness of Neil’s grin into something more playful.

Is Andrew aroused? He’s not really sure. This isn’t territory he’s approached. Enough time passes with Andrew just looking that Neil moves on, bored of standing still. He makes coffee in the kitchenette with the skirt swishing around his thighs, and Andrew thinks: maybe. Maybe he could be.

Neil’s clearly not wearing it for him, though, so he lets him be and goes back to ignoring the Exy run on the TV and reading his book.

The second time is unexpected. The second time has Andrew’s skin swelter and heart race.

It’s his last year at Palmetto. Everyone’s come back to get hectic at Eden’s and crash at the cousin’s place. Even Renee’s here, back from saving the world to see her family. Neil’s been nervous all week, without the league to distract him (at least they’d won finals, for the first time since Neil’s freshman year). He doesn’t like being alone anymore. Andrew gets it. He’s not exactly keen about long-distance, either, but they’ll make it work. They always have.

Because of flights and timezones and logistics, they all meet at the house. Andrew is coming back from Denver, flying against his will. Neil and the others will be at the house getting ready by the time he gets back: he’s given himself enough time to get the Maserati from the airport parking, drive around till he feels back in his skin, go home, have a shower and beready to leave by thetime. the others are too. He’s driving tonight, Renee hauling the others in Matt’s truck. Neil will drive Andrew’s car home. It’s an old routine. Andrew doesn’t hate it.

Everything he planned to do goes accordingly: the house is chaotic with pre-drinkers by the time he’s back. Erik is there, as is Katelyn, Thea, Wymack and Abby. The latter never come out to the club, but they always take advantage in seeing their Foxes all together again.

Neil is nowhere to be seen, and neither is Allison. Andrew rolls his eyes at his cousin’s teasing: this was normal, by now. Allison liked to play dress-up with Neil, putting him in fancy shirts and eyeliner and well-fitting pants. It was one of the only things that Andrew appreciated about her: that, and her seeming loyalty to Renee.

It’s five minutes past their due time to leave and the pair still hadn’t left Nicky’s donated bathroom. Andrew grabs his keys and makes for the door, desperate to just wait in the car. There’s some noise from the other side of the kitchen, so Andrew glances over his shoulder.

When he sees Neil, the room suddenly gets incredibly warm.

He’s wearing a skin-tight dress that barely makes it to mid-thigh. The sleeves are down to his wrists but the neckline is wide enough to see the gunshot wound against his collarbone. The material is thick enough to conceal the history of his torso, but tight enough to cling to every muscle.

Worst of all, he’s wearing garters. They’re attached to small shorts - practically underwear - underneath the dress. The garters aren’t lacy, just bands of black fabric around his thighs, but Andrew gets the nearly insurmountable urge to veto the entire night all together.

He leaves the house before anyone else can see his reaction, but Neil had already been looking: he was always looking at Andrew.

Nicky jostles Andrew for a reaction for the entire drive to Eden’s but Andrew remains still as stone. It isn’t until Neil sidles up to him by the bar and whispers “Do you like it?” that Andrew brushes his lips against Neil’s ear and says,

“Yes.”

The third time Allison wrangles Neil into a dress is unprecedented. They’re at Renee and Allison’s wedding. Andrew is Renee’s best man, which means standing at the altar for the entire ceremony. Luckily, Neil is Allison’s, and Dan is there for both of them, so he isn’t alone.

Renee doesn’t change her suit before the reception, but Allison being Allison has a full wardrobe change planned, so she drags Neil off when they arrive at the venue. Andrew nurses a champagne and listens to Thea complain about Kevin’s baby fever, whilst Wymack looks on in horror at the thought of being a grandfather. It’s mildly amusing.

When Allison and Neil arrive, he nearly spits out the wine.

Allison has changed into a red thing of silk and lace. He’s sure it’s very stylish, but he has eyes for no one but Neil.

The dress is backless. It’s dark grey, satin, and tied around the back of his neck. There’s a slit up one leg. Neil is ignoring the looks of Allison’s extended family as he walks her into the room and to where Renee is waiting for her, somehow able to glide across the floor in heels. When did Neil learn how to walk in heels?

Neil arrives at Andrew’s side, older, wiser, knowing exactly what this is doing to his husband. Andrew pinches the satin at Neil’s hip, admiring the drapery and the slant of Neil’s shoulders.

“I distinctly remember Allison threatening to cut your balls off if you upstaged her,” Andrew murmurs, letting Neil lean into him.

Neil hums. “Well, she picked the dress. It’s her own fault.”

“I hate it,” Andrew returns, tilting Neil’s chin sideways with two fingers for a kiss. The wedding is small, just their family and the irrelevant acquaintances Allison had invited. They are already out. Andrew doesn’t care. All he wants is to tear what little fabric Neil is wearing off and mail Allison the remnants.

“You can borrow the heels,” Neil whispers. “My neck’s already sore enough as it is.”

“Watch yourself, Josten,” Andrew retorts.

Neil’s smile is giddy. He presses one last kiss to the corner of Andrew’s jaw, steals his flute of champagne and saunters off, dress fluttering around his ankles.

And after all this time, Neil still makes Andrew feel like he’s teetering on the edge of the cliff.

Idiot, he thinks, stifling the slight twitch of a smile.

#andreil #neil josten #dresses #post canon #fluff #andrew minyard #all for the game #aftg #the foxes #allison reynolds #neil josten can step on me lmao

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alj4890 · 3 years

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Delicate

(Olivia Nevarkis x Ethan Ramsey) (Olivia Nevarkis x Drake Walker) in a Choices The Royal Romance/Open Heart Crossover crack series.

A/N Olivia and Ethan's plans for another double date are met with two extra uninvited guests: Maxwell and Drake. Unable to believe this is the Olivia he has known all his life, Drake becomes determined to draw real her out. With Maxwell's encouragement, Drake tries to think of ways for Ethan to see Olivia's temper and find a way to win her back. Once again, we will have a flashback that shows Ethan and Olivia's first fight shortly after she arrived in Boston.

Masterlist

@jooous @krsnlove @nomadics-stuff @twinkleallnight @motorcitymademadame

Part 3

Somewhere near Boston Harbor...

Olivia's grip on the helm tightened as her attention settled on her unexpected guests.

This double date was supposed to be for four, not four plus Drake and Maxwell.

The night before had shaken her confidence. It wasn't so much in seeing Drake again, but in what he reminded her of.

The Duchess of Lythikos. As cold as the land she rules over. Offspring of Traitors. Unable to find someone to love her.

Being away from Cordonia had allowed her to see that she could live a life out from under those shadows. She could walk up to a group of people and be greeted with a smile and warm welcome instead of cautious suspicion. She could prove that she had intelligence and a stubbornness to do something worthwhile.

She could possibly find someone who would love her for herself and not for the very reputation she couldn't seem to escape.

Her gaze was caught by the man making his way toward her. She knew she was resting her hope on him to be the one who could love the woman she was.

"You didn't tell me you were an expert sailor too." Ethan teased, settling his arms around her waist.

She couldn't help but smile. "I thought by now that you would know to never underestimate me."

He chuckled while hugging her close from behind. "You're right. That's all on me."

She felt her confidence lift somewhat as they simply enjoyed being near one another.

It would have been perfect. The late October morning’s sunshine sparkled on the waves. A brisk breeze blew, gliding them on around the harbor. The land glowed with bursts of fall color between the shimmering downtown buildings.

All was right for a romantic time together.

Can one have a romantic time with an ex lover and a talkative friend in the very same boat?

Olivia could hear catches of Amanda's laughter drifting from the bow of the boat. Her eyes narrowed on Maxwell standing before her and Thomas and then Drake smirking at a story the fun loving noble was telling.

"Your friend doesn't seem to ever stop talking." Ethan commented.

"Who? Maxwell?" She snorted. "He doesn't when he has a captive audience."

Feeling a bit uneasy, she asked what story Maxwell was sharing.

"Nothing about people I have heard you mention." Ethan remarked. "He was talking about some lady at a ball with poodles."

Olivia relaxed some. At least it wasn't about her. "Penelope."

She felt Ethan shrug behind her. "I think that was one of the names he said." He pressed a kiss to her cheek. "He also told me one about you."

Her knuckles turned white on the wheel. "He did?"

"Yes." He tucked a stray curl that had escaped her ponytail behind her ear. His lips brushed against it as he talked. "He told me how you helped fight terrorists while Riley was getting ready for her wedding to Liam."

She forced her grip to relax. Olivia had once shared that part of her life with him. She had even been obliged to show him her scar from her stab wound. His reaction had surprised her. There was no revulsion that her family had married her off to some vindictive wannabe king. There was no morbid curiousity about learning from a young age how to wield a dagger. Nothing except admiration at her surviving such an ordeal.

"I thought there was just the one fight during the wedding reception." He murmured, squeezing her close once more. "I didn't know you were twice a hero."

Her lips curved as she turned her head to look up at him. "Well, I didn't want to come off as a braggart."

He laughed before capturing her lips in a heated kiss. "Is this the same woman who had the nerve to tell me how to properly treat a gunshot wound a few weeks ago?"

She smiled as their mouths met again, knowing he was proud of her each time she did show how intelligent she was or shared something she had overcome. The warmth in his embrace was sweetened by the fact that she knew she could trust that type of reaction from him.

It was a heady sensation, one she hoped would never end.

*ahem* Drake cleared his throat louder a third time. "Amanda was wondering if you two were ready to eat."

"Of course." Olivia replied. She and Ethan prepared to back the mainsail while Drake returned to the bow.

******************

A short time later...

Drake could not get past how different Olivia seemed to the naked eye. It was as if that hardness that she kept in her everyday life had disappeared. This new version of her worried him.

It was a version he knew any man would fall in love with.

Her actions with Ethan had been eye opening as well. The moment she introduced the doctor to him and Maxwell, she had slipped her arm around himn...as if she was actually proud to be with Ethan.

He didn't know what to make of that other than this being beyond anything he could have imagined. The rest of their time in her apartment had consisted of him observing how comfortable the new couple was together. Their heated glances not bothering to be hidden. The light touches hinting at a longing to be alone. The happiness!

Olivia never smiles so easily! Where's the smirk? The slightly insulting, biting sarcasm?

Why did she never show me this side?

Even now, she was helping unpack a large picnic basket while exchanging private jokes with Ethan and Thomas and Amanda.

Drake had never felt more like such an outsider looking in.

Maxwell sat down next to him.

"You've got to act fast." He whispered. "Their relationship is too far advanced to have only started dating recently."

Drake's lips firmed into a thin line. That's what bothered him. They shouldn't be this close. All they did was discuss building a hospital for months. Interview candidates. Make business plans.

Could they have been falling in love during all that?

"So..." Maxwell hedged, hoping to help his friend out. "How much longer are you ladies planning on staying in America?"

Amanda blinked in surprise. She had already told her plans the night before. "Thomas and I plan on remaining here until after the new year." Her brow furrowed when Maxwell seemed surprised. "He still has the rest of the semester to teach."

Olivia shrugged. "My plans are not yet set."

"What about Lythikos?" Drake spoke up. "Are you going to leave Hana in charge indefinitely?"

Olivia's eyes collided with his. He felt a little relieved to see the flash of anger contort her features.

But then they smoothed back into one of peace.

He felt a slight chill run down his back at seeing something that looked so unnatural.

"I spoke to Hana a few days ago about it. She said she was more than happy to remain for a few more months." A proud smile formed on her lips. "Especially since I offered to host her wedding in thanks for her help."

"A winter wonderland wedding!" Amanda exclaimed. "That will be gorgeous!"

Drake grimaced that his prodding had not brought out the old Olivia but also turned to the romantic subject of weddings.

He searched for something else to talk about. Something had to break what had to be this fake version. Wasn't he doing everyone a favor by doing so? Ethan would see that she wasn't the same woman he had come to fall for. Olivia could be her old self without worry. And who knows...Drake might even be allowed back into her life.

"What else is there left to do here?" He interrupted Amanda's description of her wedding to Ethan. He gestured toward the man he was developing a definite dislike. "You've gotten the doctor you wanted to run the hospital. The funding was secured long ago. The building is nearly finished, with Riley overseeing the equipment placement and furnishings you've demanded." His eyes darted back and forth on Olivia and Ethan. "Why are you staying here?"

The plastic fork in Olivia's hand snapped in two with the sharp part of the handle stabbing her in her palm.

If not for a brief intake of breath, no one would have realized she was injured until the blood appeared.

"Olivia!" Ethan quickly pulled her hand toward him to see how deep it went. He reached for some napkins and bottled water, gently cleaning the area.

"It," she sucked in a painful breath when he pressed near it, "it isn't that bad."

He quirked an eyebrow. "Allow me to diagnose this, please."

"You're making a big deal out of nothing." She squirmed.

It wasn't so much Ethan's tending as it was everyone staring at them that was bothering her.

That and Drake trying to make her mad.

And succeeding.

"I promise." She placed her uninjured hand on Ethan's. "I will be fine."

"I know you'll live." He responded. Noticing the faint blush on her cheeks, he decided to tease her to get her mind off their audience. "Next time you decide to lose your temper, throw the fork instead of breaking it."

He watched as a reluctant smile appeared on her face.

"You're not wrong." She muttered.

Drake watched their exchange and began to see that their attraction to one another had already revealed what she did when riled. Ethan had somehow seen past it and pursued her.

"Don't encourage her to start throwing forks, Doc." Maxwell tried to lighten the tension. "We're already dodging daggers at court."

Ethan pulled a first aid kit out and began to bandage her hand. "If I've learned anything these last few months," he gently squeezed her fingers, "it's that the person she decides to throw something at most likely deserves it."

Olivia shook with suppressed laughter when he playfully winced in memory.

Drake's eyes narrowed. "I take it you know first hand what that is like?"

Ethan finished tying the ends while ordering her to keep it elevated. Settling his arm around her, he smirked over at the man he knew was an ex of hers.

"I do. I found out not too long after she moved to Boston..."

****************

Four months earlier...

Ethan stormed into the office Naveen had given Olivia.

She looked up from a set of reports and glared at the interruption. "You're late."

"I have patients." He snapped. "Just because you want a meeting doesn't mean I work on your schedule."

Her eyes narrowed at his tone. "This meeting concerns your future as a doctor. One I have put you as head of your dream hospital." The bite in her tone held enough venom to sting. "If I were you, I would watch how I speak to me."

He bent down, braced his hands in her desk, and made certain she had to look up at him. "You are not my boss yet. In fact, you will never be mine." He tossed the contract she had delivered to him by a harassed orderly on her desk. His index finger struck the papers. "According to this, I have a say in who is and who isn't hired."

"Along with Naveen and me." She snapped. "The entire council is depending on me to pick the best physicians I can find."

"And what qualifies you for such?" He gripped her desk. "That duchess title of yours?"

Olivia bristled. Her green eyes sparked with anger. "No. My own study of medicine."

"Your own study?" He scoffed. "Reading WebMD does not make you qualified, Ms. Nevarkis."

She abruptly got to her feet, causing him to stumble back. Striding past him, she shut the door when she noticed a group of interns trying to overhear their fight. With deliberate steps, she returned to her desk and ripped open one of the drawers. Yanking out the piece of paper that had come to mean more to her than anything that she had found in her family's vault, she handed it to the highly irritated doctor without a word.

Ethan unfurled it. His eyes scanned the degree in nursing she had earned from a well known medical college in Europe.

Flicking his eyes toward her, he handed it back. "So you're a nurse?"

"Not just any nurse." She corrected, stung by the condescension she could detect in his voice, "a critical care nurse. I finished my Advanced Life Support Certification before coming here."

"I see." His eyes narrowed once more. "Then as a critical care nurse, you should be the first to understand that when I head the E.R. that no meeting is worth pulling me away from the critically injured."

She blanched at the knowledge of where he had been. Sifting through her papers she found his schedule. Her fist clinched around it. "Today is not your day to work there."

"It is when the doctor who is supposed to be calls in sick!" He yelled, frustrated with her arguing with him over this. The many hours he had been working with little sleep had made her the perfect foil for his temper.

"Well, I didn't know you had taken her place!" She yelled back. "You could have sent me that information so I wouldn't send out a damn search party for you!"

"I'm an adult!" He roared. "One who is trying to treat as many patients as I can before uprooting my life for your ridiculous country!" His blue eyes burned into her green. "You are not required to know my every move!"

"I had the King of Cordonia on the phone waiting to talk to you!" She yanked her office phone's receiver, ripping it from the base, to wave in his face. "The entire council wanted to speak to you!"

A smirk tilted his lips up, causing her rage to turn into an inferno.

"Here's the thing, duchess." His voice had lowered to a more sinister tone. "I don't give a rat's ass about your council wanting to talk to me."

Before he could turn and leave her sputtering, she threw the receiver at him. It struck right in what she knew was his cold heart.

His eyes widened at her display of temper.

Her breaths came in fast as she stood before him, not in the least repentant for her actions.

As much as he hated it, a spurt of respect grew at her not backing down. In fact, she was meeting everything he threw at her with her own ways to put him in his place. That thought allowed his anger to dissipate.

Knowing he was partly responsible for this fight, he bent down and picked up her receiver and moved to place it back on her phone.

Olivia stiffened when he brushed past her. He was so close that she could smell a mixture of hand sanitizer and whatever aftershave he had used earlier that morning.

After checking to make certain her office phone still worked, he stepped back and waited for her to say something.

Recognizing an olive branch from someone with a temper similar to hers, her stance eased but remained guarded. She cut her eyes to her phone then back to him.

"Thank you." She forced herself to say.

He slipped his hands into his pockets and nodded. "I will be off tomorrow." He glanced at his contract on her desk. "If you are able to schedule another phone conference, I can be back anytime you need."

She relaxed some more. "I'll let you know."

Not knowing how to quite end this tense encounter, he gave another brief nod before opening her door.

"Did you sign the contract?" She asked, making him pause in her doorway.

"Yes." He shut the door after answering and returned to the emergency room.

A smile slowly formed on her lips before she sat down once more behind her desk.

*****************

"You threw a phone?!" Drake looked back and forth between the two. "And you still asked her out?"

"Actually, I took her to coffee the very next day." Ethan replied. "She impressed me and I decided to get to know the person she really was."

Olivia smirked at Drake. "Not everyone sees my temper as a bad thing."

“Not when it is justified.” Ethan added.

Drake folded his arms while the conversation turned to Maxwell's plans in Hollywood. He knew he was now on an unexpected playing field. Ethan was an adversary of a new ilk. He wasn't a stuffy noble or even a rough commoner. Drake only knew one thing for certain: he was going to be a difficult guy to beat to try and win Olivia back.

#ethan ramsey x olivia nevarkis #dr. ethan ramsey #olivia nevrakis #trr olivia #trr drake #drake walker x olivia nevrakis #drake walker #trr maxwell #oh ethan ramsey #choices open heart #choices the royal romance #choices crossover #choices the stories you play

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carly-they-jepsen · 4 years

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RWRB Timeline

I originally worked out the timeline for Sep. 27, 2020, and when people suggested I post it on tumblr, I said fuck it and did the whole book.

Go big or go home, right?

I have spent the past 3 days working on this. It’s half summaries of the events of the days in order, and half “here’s a one sentence summary of the day”.

Whenever possible, I’ve detailed out when things happen by the hour, like the day at Wimbledon, or the email leak day, including guesstimations on flight times, and what time EST and BST Alex is taking off and landing. I often forgot to add vague things like “morning” in, so sorry about that.

I’ve bolded all the dates I’m sure of.

Bold and italics means an official date: emails, text threads, tweets, holidays, Georgetown, etc.

Two asterisks ** = official dates.

Just bold means a day I’m sure of, based off of official dates: Two weeks later, day one post lake house, “a tuesday”, etc.

One asterisk: * = something I’m sure of based on official dates.

I’ve also bolded days of the week I’m sure of, even if I’m not certain of the date.

I’ve left a few things vague. Like, October 2020 is a lot of “sometime between these days, this happened”. Feel free to pick a day in that range to your heart’s content.

If you don’t like the day I picked for little things like Bea walking in on face time, or coming out to June, feel free to change it.

I didn’t bold everything I’m certain on, as I technically don’t have textual evidence to back it up. (Things like the wedding day, Alex and Henry’s texts at in the beginning, some things during the campaign.)

I’m 100% willing to answer questions on why I chose certain days, and any other questions or comments you may have!

MAJOR SPOILERS AHEAD

**Aug. 28, 2019 (Wed.) — Alex starts classes at Georgetown, Winter Semester 2019

Sep. 7-Sep. 8, 2019 (Sat.-Sun.) (p. 5-6) — Alex and June attend an event and listen to an hour and a half of speeches about carbon emissions. June is whisked away to a star studded gala. Alex shows up to the presidential suite with a bottle of champagne. Around 4 a.m. Alex leaves after fake hooking up with Nora.

Sep. 12, 2019 (Th.) (p. 3-8) — June and Alex go over the tabloids. Alex has been working on a research paper all week

Sep. 13, 2019 (Fri.) (p. 8-12) — The US crew flies to London.

6 a.m. EST: Take off.

5 p.m. BST: Land in London. (Wiggle the take off time to your heart’s content. Flight is around 6 hours give or take for Air Force 1, plus time to and from the airport, plus the time change. The flight time is “11 hours” with the time change if that helps you calculate the landing time in London.) They potentially have 1-2 appearances that evening.

Sep. 14, 2019 (Sat.) (p. 12-20) — The royal wedding. The US crew has 1-2 appearances before arriving at the ceremony. The ceremony happens. Reception happens at a Buckingham ballroom. The White House Trio chats, Henry dances with June. Alex finds Henry hovering by the champagne fountain and they argue. Alex trips over his own foot and crashes into the $75k wedding cake, pulling Henry down with him.

Sep. 16, 2019 (Mon.) (p. 21-27) — Alex gets chewed out over the Incident by Zahra and the President in a White House briefing room. He gets told he will be leaving Saturday to make nice with Henry in England.

Sometime between Mon. Sep. 16 and Fri. Sep. 20, 2019 (p. 27-32) — Alex, Nora, and June meet in the Whitehouse and go over the HRH Prince Henry Fact Sheet. Alex bemoans the fact that he just finished his midterms.

Sep. 21, 2019 (Sat.) (p. 32-37) — Alex leaves in the early a.m. EST and arrives late afternoon/early evening in London. (11-12 hour difference in takeoff time to landing time. Note, this is just DC to Lon., not the other way round.). Meets Henry at the stable and a royal photographer takes pictures.

Sep. 22, 2019 (Sun.) (p. 37-53) — 12:00 a.m.: Alex is wide awake and goes into the kitchen for a snack. Henry stumbles in, and Alex posts a photo of them with their ice cream on Instagram.

9 a.m.: Interview with The Morning.

Afternoon meeting with cancer patients. Alex and Henry spend some time in the closet chatting after fireworks are mistaken for gunshots. Before his flight home, Alex puts his number in Henry’s phone. Likely lands around 7-8 p.m. EST.

Sep. 27, 2019 (Fri.) (p. 54-61) — Alex has a lecture on presidential sex scandals. Texts Nora about the probability of one of them having a sex scandal by the end of the second term and she replies with 94% and a link to a gifset of Henry and Alex at The Morning where someone has commented “omfg make out already”. Alex meets with Rafael Luna after his class.

Sometime between Sep. 27, 2019 (Fri.) and Oct. 6, 2019 (Sun.) (p. 61-68) — June, Alex, Leo, and Ellen have dinner together. June texts Alex to have dinner and he forgets to respond until 1.5 hours later when Ellen texts about family dinner. She offers them jobs in the campaign and June turns it down the next morning.

Oct. 9, 2019 (Wed.) (p. 68) — Henry texts Alex while Alex is in a policy lecture. His opening line is “this bloke looks like you” with a picture of the Ewok Chief Chirpa from Return of the Jedi.

Oct. 16, 2019 (Wed.) (p. 68-69) — Alex finally responds a week later after seeing a headline on the cover of People about Henry in Australia with a photo of him in a pair of minuscule navy swim trunks. “you have a lot of moles. is that a result of the inbreeding?

Oct. 18, 2019 (Fri.) (p. 69) — Henry texts Alex a screenshot of a Daily Mail tweet that says “Is Alex Claremont-Diaz going to be a father?” with the caption “But we were ever so careful, dear.” Henry texts Alex a screenshot of a Daily Mail tweet that says “Is Alex Claremont-Diaz going to be a father?” with the caption “But we were ever so careful, dear.” Alex gets ejected from Zahra’s weekly debriefing meeting with him and June.

Oct. 19-Oct. 28, 2019 (Sat.-Mon.) (p. 69-71) — Henry and Alex text regularly on a variety of topics including family, friends, beer, boats, and Hogwarts houses.

**Oct. 29, 2019 (Tue.) (p. 71-72) — Henry texts Alex about being in a meeting with Philip. Later that night Alex replies, asking what the meeting was about.

**Oct. 30, 2019 (Wed.) (p. 73) — 1:07 p.m. EST Henry and Alex text about Henry’s grey tie in his instagram post.

**Nov. 17, 2019 (Sun.) (p. 74) — 11:04 a.m. EST: Henry receives a box of Ellen Claremont campaign buttons with Alex’s face on them. Sniffer dogs were nearly called after the security theme thought it was a bomb. Alex and Henry text about it.

**Nov. 25, 2019 (Mon.) (p. 75-84) — Alex finds out that the turkeys his mom will be pardoning have been staying in the Willard Hotel on taxpayers dime. He convinces her to put them in his room.

10 p.m. EST/3 a.m. GMT: Alex regrets his decisions. He calls Henry to prove they’re as terrifying as Alex claims and they have a long conversation about the turkeys, Henry’s pets, and how Henry surprises Alex.

**Dec. 8, 2019 (Sun.) (p. 84) — 8:53 p.m. EST: Alex texts Henry about a Bond marathon happening on TV. He asks if Henry knows his dad was a total babe, which Henry replies with “I BEG YOU NOT”

*Dec. 20, 2019 (Fri.) (p. 84-85) — Ellen reads an article in the Post with the headline “Senator Oscar Diaz Returns to DC For Holidays With Ex-Wife President Claremont”. She continues to stress about decorations in the Lincoln Bedroom for Oscar.

*Dec. 21, 2019 (Sat.) (p. 85) — Oscar Diaz arrives at the White House. June nearly breaks a vase launching herself into his arms. Oscar and June disappear to the chocolate shop on the ground floor.

*Dec. 22, 2019 (Sun.) (p. 85-86) — Oscar and Alex bond over a cigar on the Truman Balcony.

*Dec. 23, 2019 (Mon.) (p. 87) — Alex catches Oscar in the kitchens with two of the cooks, laughing and dumping peppers into a pot.

*Dec. 21-23, 2019 (Sat.-Mon.) (p. 86-87) — Alex wishes it could be like this more often and misses having everyone under one roof.

**Dec. 24, 2019 (Tue.) (p. 87-95) — Christmas dinner is held on Christmas Eve so Zahra can still attend. Zahra wears a sensible red turtleneck. Alex wears a sweater covered in bright green tinsel. ‘O Christmas Tree” plays out of a speaker near his armpit when he presses a button on the inside of his sleeve. Dinner conversation moves to the election. Oscar and Ellen argue. Alex loses his temper and leaves.

9:30 p.m. EST/2:30 a.m. GMT: Alex changes into an old lacrosse shirt and calls Henry. Henry is wearing candy cane pjs. Alex tells Henry about the divorce and what happened at dinner and only realizes he’s been talking for an hour when henry says “It sounds like you did your best.) June knocks on the door and Alex hangs up after thanking Henry and wishing him a Merry Christmas.

10:30 p.m.: June and Alex talk about what happened after Alex left and then Alex tells her he was talking to Henry, not Nora.

**Dec. 26, 2019 (Th.) (p. 95-97) — Alex spends the day going over waivers for the “Legendary Balls Out Bananas White House Trio New Year’s Eve Party” aka “The Young America New Year’s Eve Gala” aka “The Millennial Correspondents Dinner”.

Dec. 27, 2019 (Fri.) (p. 96-97) — Alex discovers Henry is coming to the party and bringing Pez when he glances at the final guest list while the Trio are looking at confetti samples and eating cake samples.

**Dec. 31, 2019 (Tue.) (p. 97-103) — Pez posts a picture of him and Henry on a private jet headed to DC with the caption “USA bound! #YoungAmericaGala2019” Pez has dyed his hair pastel pink, and Henry is wearing a grey sweatshirt. Alex texts Henry that he will be wearing a burgundy suit and warns Henry to not attempt to outshine Alex, as he will fail and Alex will be embarrassed for him. Henry replies “Wouldn’t dream of it”. After that the Trio begins getting ready. Nora’s short curls are swept to the side with a matching silver pin to the geometric designs on the bodice of her black dress. June’s gown is midnight blue and perfectly compliments the navy-and-gold color palette they chose for the party.

8 p.m.: Guests begin to arrive. The first wave includes some White House interns, and the daughter of a first time Senator and her girlfriend. The second wave is the politically strategic invites chosen by the press team, and finally the fashionably late, including Minor to mid-range popstars and the children of major celebrities.

Pez and Henry show up. Pez is in a colorful floral print shiny silk bomber jacket. Henry is wearing a simple dark blue suit with a bright coppery-mustard tie in a narrow cut. Alex realizes this is the first time they’ve seen each other in person since their weekend in London and feels like he’s meeting a new person.

There's dancing and mingling, and June makes a speech about the immigration fund they’re supporting with their donations. June and Henry talk at the bar.

The live band breaks and the DJ takes over. Alex finds out Henry hasn’t ever dry humped to “Get Low”. There’s more dancing and crowd pleasers until midnight.

11:59 p.m.: They huddle together for the countdown.

**Jan. 1, 2020 (Wed.) (p. 103-108) — 12:00 a.m. Nora kisses Alex

Alex loses track of things. Alex goes looking for Henry. He eventually finds him under a tree. They talk. Henry is vague and Alex is dummy thicc. Henry calls Alex thick and kisses him. Henry pulls away and disappears from the party.

*Jan. 1-Jan. 4, 2020 (Th.-Sat.) (p. 109) — Alex tries listening in on his mom’s meeting as a distraction but can’t pay attention. Zahra bans him from the West Wing.

*Jan. 5-Jan 7, 2020 (Sun.-Tue.) (p. 109) — Alex studies bills going through Congress and considers making the rounds at the Senate or starting a rumor with Nora, but he has no enthusiasm.

**Jan. 8, 2020 (Wed.) (p. 109) — Alex begins his final semester at Georgetown.

*Jan. 9-Jan. 14, 2020 (Th.-Tue.) (p. 109) — Alex throws himself into classwork, meets with the social secretary to plan his graduation dinner. Henry doesn’t answer his texts.

*Jan. 15, 2020 (Wed.) (p. 110-114) — June is fed up with Alex’s pacing and takes him out for a run. Alex does some introspection. Alex tells his mom he wants to start his campaign job now, instead of waiting until he graduates.

*Jan. 20, 2020 (Mon.) (p. 115) — Alex starts his new job at the campaign offices.

*Jan. 20-Jan. 25, 2020 (Mon.-Fri.) (p. 115-116) — Alex puts 23 hours into his new job and Definitely Does Not Think About Henry.

*Sometime between Jan. 25 and Jan 29, 2020 (Fri.-Wed.) (p. 116-122) — Alex comes out to Nora and tells her about Henry.

*Jan. 30, 2020 (Th.) (p. 122-127) — Alex rushes from work to his lecture and review and returns to the White House in a bad mood. June has the week’s tabloids. Alex freaks out at the idea that Henry is going on a date with a girl. Alex finally realizes he’s not straight. Alex calls Liam.

*Jan. 31, 2020 (Fri.) (p. 128-146) — The state dinner. There's a hot makeout session and Alexander Hamilton watches.

10:48 p.m.: Alex paces around his room.

10:54 p.m. Henry arrives at Alex’s rooms

*Feb. 1, 2020 (Sat.) (p. 122) — Alex has a campaign event in Nebraska

Feb. 13, 2020 (Th.) (p. 146-147) — Henry informs Alex of a charity polo match in Greenwich, Connecticut. That evening, June asks why he’s bailing on the fund-raiser he’s meant to be at

**Feb. 15, 2020 (Sat.) (p. 147-152) — The polo match. Alex spends 4.5 hours driving up, stays for 3 hours, and then drives 4.5 hours back.

**March 3, 2020 (Tue.) (p. 152) — 7:32 p.m. EST: Alex sends Henry an email asking if he will be in Paris for a fundraiser that weekend.

**March 4, 2020, (Wed.) (p. 152-156) — 2:14 a.m.-2:43 a.m.: Henry replies, and eventually concedes after a brief back and forth.

*March 7-8, 2020 (Sat.-Sun.) (p. 157-158) — Henry and Alex have a clandestine hookup in Paris and spend the night together.

*March 8, 2020 (Sun.) (p. 158) — Zahra texts Alex a screenshot of a buzzfeed article about him and Henry.

*March 9-March 27, 2020 (Mon.-Fri.) (p. 158-159) — Alex and Henry continue to text.

Sometime between March 23 and 26, 2020 (Mon.-Th.) (p. 159) — Alex tells Henry about a voter drive he will be attending in NYC at the end of March and Henry re-schedules his visit to NYC for that weekend.

*March 27, 2020 (Fri.) (p. 159) — Alex and Henry celebrate their birthdays with champagne and a buttercream cupcake.

April 1, 2020 (Wed.) (p. 159) — Alex convinces Henry to download Snapchat.

April 4, 2020 (Sat.) (p. 159) — Henry sends a snap of him on a sailboat.

April 5, 2020 (Sun.) (p. 182) — Bea walks in on an after-dark FaceTime session.

April 9, 2020 (Th.) (p. 160) — Henry is right that Remus John Lupin is gay as the day is long and won’t hear a word against it.

April 10, 2020 (Fri.) (p. 161) — June notices the photo of the man with AIDS protesting pinned over Alex’s desk

*April 11, 2020 (Sat.) (p. 162) — Henry and Alex meet at a gala in Berlin. Alex ties Henry’s wrists to the bedpost.

*April 13, 2020 (Mon.) (p. 162-163) — Zahra notices the hickeys on Alex’s neck at the weekly briefing.

*April 25, 2020 (Sat.) (p. 163-173) — Someone paints “Powder Princess” on the side of Bea’s car. Late afternoon EST: Henry and Alex have a phone call largely centered around family.

April 30, 2020 (Th.) (p. 173-182) — 9:44 p.m.: Alex redraws districts in Texas and misses dinner with June. After getting back to the Residence, June reveals she’s known about Alex and Henry the whole time.

*May 2, 2020 (Sat.) (p. 183-185) — 4 a.m. EST/9 a.m. BST: Alex FaceTimes Henry and Pez at Llwynywermod.

**May 1-9, 2020 (Fri.-Sat.) (p. 185) — Georgetown finals week

**May 15, 2020 (Fri.) (p. 186-189) — Alex graduates summa cum laude from Georgetown. Jacinto drops out, making Richards the official Republican nominee. Alex eavesdrops on a conversation between Rafael Luna and Oscar Diaz.

Sometime between May 16 and May 22, 2020 (Sat.-Fri.) (p. 189) — Henry invites the Trio to a fund-raiser in LA the next weekend.

*May 30, 2020 (Sat.) (p. 189-200) — Alex gets lunch with his dad, who changes the subject every time Alex brings up the conversation with Luba. Alex attends the fund-raiser in LA followed by partying. Henry and Alex fuck.

*May 31, 2020 (Sun.) (p. 200-201) — 7:00 a.m.: Alex and Henry wake up. June, Nora, and Pez are heavily implied to have had a threesome. Alex realizes he has friends now.

**June 8, 2020 (Mon.) (p. 202-206) — 3:23 p.m.-7:21 p.m. EST: Henry and Alex exchange emails.

**June 13, 2020 (Sat.) (p. 207) — Alex misses his first DC pride while in Nevada. He “talks to his minibar about it”

*June 20, 2020 (Sat.) (p. 207) — Houston rally at Minute Maid Park.

*June 22, 2020 (Mon.) (p. 207-210) — Alex argues with WASPy Hunter about Texas. Alex looks up LSAT testing centers in DC.

*June 23, 2020 (Tue.) (p. 210-213) — Alex texts the groupchat “3 Geniuses and Alex” with Nora, Bea, and Henry asking where his speech for Milwaukee is.

Sometime between June 24 and July 3, 2020 (Wed.-Fri.) (p. 213) — Alex receives an invitation to Wimbledon

*July 5, 2020 (Sun.) (p. 213) — 10:20 p.m. EST: Alex takes off from DC for London.

**July 6, 2020 (Mon.) (p. 213-221) — Alex spends his one day off from the campaign at Wimbledon with Henry.

10:35 a.m. BST: Alex lands in London.

11:30 a.m.: Alex makes it through customs and Henry and Shaan pick him up at the airport.

12:30 p.m.: Arrival at Wimbledon

1:00 p.m.: The first game at Central Court begins

4:00 p.m.: Philip and Martha show up. Philip is an idiot that says “Morning”. Bea, like a smart person, says “Afternoon”. Henry and Philip argue, and Henry runs off.

4:10 p.m.: Alex finds Henry in the clubhouse

4:12 p.m.: Henry “shows Alex round the clubhouse”. Alex and Henry cum for the first time

After that they go to Kensington. Henry plays the piano for a while. They make out for what could be hours. They move to Henry’s room where Henry, at least, cums for the second time that day. Alex spends almost an hour making Henry cum for a third time. After that, Henry asks Alex to fuck him again, where Henry cums for the fourth time that day, and Alex cums for at least the second time, possibly a third time.

Alex takes hours to sleep.

*July 7, 2020 (Tue.) (p. 221-222) — 9:00 a.m. BST: Alex flies home to DC and lands around 9:10 a.m. EST for DNC prep.

The Richards campaign leaks they’ve tapped an independant.

*July 9, 2020 (Th.) (p. 222) — Claremont campaign releases the official platform.

*July 11, 2020 (Sun.) (p. 221-222) — Richards holds a rally at Vanderbilt University.

**July 14, 2020 (Tue.) (p. 223-224) — The gang flies to NYC on the evening of the second day of the DNC.

9:00 p.m.: The Richards campaign announces that the Independent senator joining Richards’s cabinet is Rafael Luna.

9:15 p.m.: Air Force One lands and the White House crew goes into crisis management meetings. Alex texts Luna “What the fuck”

11:00 p.m.: Luna responds “I don’t expect you to understand”.

*July 15, 2020 (Wed.) (p. 224-234) — 12:00 a.m.: Alex and June leave meetings and get harassed by a Post reporter. June goes to bed, and Alex goes to the bar where he meets Henry. They retire to Alex’s room.

6:45 a.m.: Zahra wakes Alex (and Henry) up, and discovers their relationship.

July 20, 2020 (Mon.) (p. 235-239) — 1:00 p.m.: Alex comes out to his mother.

2:00 p.m. — Ellen gives a PowerPoint presentation, then makes Alex do paperwork and kicks him off the campaign.

**Aug. 10, 2020 (Mon.) (p. 239-247) 1:04 a.m.-8:22 p.m. EST — Henry and Alex exchange emails about the complex nature of their relationship, and Alex extends an invite to the lake house.

*Aug. 22, 2020 (Sat.) (p. 247-257) — Day one of the lake house. The Trio arrive earlier, possibly on Friday. Early morning: They gas up the car before taking it to the hangar to pick up Henry in Austin. 1.5 hours — The drive to the lake. They arrive, Oscar welcomes everyone. Alex barbecues ribs. They spend the evening after dinner singing and playing guitar. Alex and Henry sleep in separate bunks

*Aug. 23, 2020 (Sun.) (p. 257-264) — Day two of the lake house. Alex makes breakfast. In the afternoon, Henry talks to Oscar about boats and outboard motors. They swim. That night, Henry and Alex go skinny dipping

*Aug. 24, 2020 (Mon.) (p. 264-265) — Alex wakes up to find that Henry has left.

*Aug. 25, 2020 (Tue.) (p. 266, 267) — Alex sends five texts to Henry. He also paces on the roof of the residence and wrecks his heels.

*Aug. 26, 2020 (Wed.) (p. 266) — Alex sends two texts to Henry.

*Aug. 27, 2020 (Thu.) (p. 266) — Alex sends no texts to Henry.

*Aug. 28, 2020 (Fri.) (p. 266) — Alex trains himself to check his phone after two hours instead of one.

Sometime between Aug. 25-28 (Tue.-Fri.) (p. 267) — Alex’s Claremont for America mug is smashed in the sink. 2.5 different dreams of Henry’s hair. An email is drafted and deleted.

*Aug. 29, 2020 (Sat.) (p. 267) — Luna makes his fifth campaign stop for Richards. Alex breaks his phone screen and it is replaced by the end of the day.

*Aug. 31, 2020 (Mon.) (p. 267-276) — Alex finds the note Henry left in the pocket of his kimono and smashes his phone.

5:45 a.m. EST/10 a.m. BST: Alex buys first class nonstop tickets for him and Cash and sends Cash a text.

7:45 a.m./12:45 p.m.: Alex and Cash’s flight begins boarding

8:00 a.m./1:00 p.m.: Alex and Cash’s flight leaves Dulles for London. Alex calls Zahra on the runways and asks her to call them a car in London

3:15 p.m./8:15 p.m.: The plane lands and they leave for Kensington

4:00 p.m./9:00 p.m.: They arrive in Kensington.

*Sep. 1, 2020 (Tue.) (p. 276-284) — Henry goes for a run. Philip eats plain toast. They have a conversation in the kitchen. Alex wakes up alone. Henry brings Alex coffee. They spend the day together.

**Sep. 2, 2020 (Wed.) (p. 284-293) — 2:00 a.m.: Henry and Alex sneak out and explore the V&A.

5:00 a.m. EST/10:00 a.m. BST: Alex and Cash’s plane departs from Heathrow to Dulles.

3:00 p.m. EST/8:00 p.m. BST: Alex arrives back home.

5:12 p.m. EST: Alex emails Henry to say he arrived back home

**Sep. 3, 2020 (Th.) (p. 294-297) — 2:49 a.m. EST: Henry replies, mentions he’s considering coming out to Philip and he may have to enlist.

6:20 a.m. EST: Alex responds, worried that Henry might have to enlist. He is supportive of Henry coming out.

**Sep. 4, 2020 (Fri.) (p. 297-304) — 7:58 p.m. EST: Henry says he came out to Philip and talks about putting memories into rooms.

8:31 p.m. EST: Alex responds and sends Henry an incomplete list.

Sep. 14, 2020 (Mon.) (p. 305-310) — Zahra shows up with a diamond ring at the breakfast weekly brief. Footage of Henry and Alex at the DNC is leaked. June posts a photo of her and Henry on instagram and it spreads within hours.

Alex takes Nora on a fake date as Henry flies to DC. Henry lands in the middle of the night.

Sep. 15, 2020 (Tue.) (310-313) — June lets Alex into her SUV in the morning on the way to her fake date with Henry. After an hour at the cafe, Henry and Alex meet in the SUV and kiss. They don’t notice when someone takes pictures

*Sep. 24, 2020 (Th.) (p. 314-318) — Alex meets with Luna and comes out to him. He returns to the residence, attempts to call Henry, and then gets drunk.

**Sep. 25, 2020 (Fri.) (p. 319-321) — 3:21 a.m. EST/8:21 a.m. BST: Alex sends a drunk email.

6:07 a.m./11:07 a.m.: Henry replies.

**Sep. 27, 2020 (Sun.) (p. 321-344) — Email Leak Day

3 a.m. EST/8 a.m. BST: News breaks.

3:23 a.m./8:23 a.m. Zahra wakes Alex up and puts him on communications lockdown. Alex meets with his mom.

6:00 a.m./11:00 a.m.: Philip arrives at Kensington

8:00 a.m./3:00 p.m.: Alex gets out of meetings, starts napping

1:00 p.m./6:00 p.m.: Zahra tells Alex to pack a bag

7:00 p.m./12:00: They arrive at Kensington

11:00 p.m./4:00 a.m.: Alex finally climbs into bed next to Henry.

*Sep. 28, 2020 (Mon.) (p. 344-358) — Philip shows up at Kensington, hair uncombed and suit askew. Philip yells at them in the kitchen about breaking the communication embargo. Henry leaves, and Alex follows and leaves Philip red in the kitchen.

6:00 a.m./11:00 a.m.: They meet with the queen.

Alex takes a photo of a mural and posts it on Twitter on his way to the airplane

**Sep. 29, 2020 (Tue.) (p. 358-367) — 9:15 p.m. Jezebel tweets about DC Dykes on Bikes chasing Westboro Baptist protesters down Pennsylvania Ave.

Alex gets back to DC. Nora comes busting in with proof.

*Sep. 30, 2020 (Wed.) (p. 367-370) — The White House leaks proof of the Richarads campaign stalking, surveilling, hacking, and outing Alex. Rafael Luna announces on twitter he has left the campaign. The podcast Bills, Bills, Bills, records an episode about it.

**Oct. 2, 2020 (Fri.) (p. 370-383) — In the morning, Alex gives his speech, which June wrote. Henry is there to support him. They make out for like 45-55 minutes before the speech. Jeffrey Richards goes on CNN. Alex sees Luna in his office. Luna tells Alex about his past with Richards.

*Oct. 3, 2020 (Sat.) (p. 375) — A crowd at the Mall. Cash, Amy, and Amy’s wife are there.

*Oct. 4, 2020 (Sun.) (p. 383-385, 409) — 7:32 a.m.: The boys wake up.

9:30 a.m.: Henry leaves back to England.

Alex goes back to the campaign trail. Liam calls.

*Oct. 4-10, 2020 (Sun.-Sat.) (p. 389) — The crown makes decisions about what to do about the emails: re Bea's addiction reveal, and Henry enlisting.

Sometime between Oct. 11-17, 2020 (Sun.-Sat.) (p. 391) — Philip has a falling out with the queen and apologizes to Henry and Bea.

Sometime between Oct. 25-31, 2020 (Sun.-Sat.) (p. 386-392) — The photoshoot in Hyde park.

*Nov. 2, 2020 (Mon.) (p. 393-399) — Day before election day. Alex struggles to pick a tie. June gets a book deal. The Trio falls asleep in the bed together.

**Nov. 3, 2020 (Tue.) (p. 400-418) — Election day

Alex votes.

6:00 p.m.: The Trio arrives at the election night event.

6:37 p.m. Henry texts Alex about plane troubles.

7:32 p.m.: Oliver Westbrook from Bills, Bills, Bills tweets about GOPers backing Richards even after everything that’s happened.

8:04 p.m.: 538 politics tweets that they’re confused about Michigan, Ohio, Pennsylvania, and Wisconsin being too close to call.

9:15 p.m.: NYT tweets that Claremont is at 178 and Richards is at 113

9:30 p.m.: Ellen worries about losing and asks June to write a concession speech. June refuses. Alex makes a speech. Henry finally arrives.

10:30 p.m.: Richards takes Iowa, Utah, and Montana. Claremont gets California’s 55 electoral votes.

12:00 a.m.: Claremont has the lead. Alex runs into Liam. Florida and Nevada go red.

12:30 a.m.: Texas goes blue.

1:00 a.m.: Alex unlocks the door with the key around his neck.

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