#i just want desiree to be happy ok

[phantom-dc]

Dad Hood - part 1

Danny is fighting Desiree. A giant monster tiger is attacking him. He dodges its claws and blasts it away with an ectoblast. Stupid tourists, making wishes at the fountain. This is not a little kitty, Desiree! Desiree taunts him, daring him to wish it away. The tiger pounces again, but it is caught in a Fenton net. Danny looks down. Thanks mom! Maddie reigns the tiger in. No problem sweetie! After the whole disasteroid thing, his life has become so much better! Amity Park knew who he was and accepted him. Thank god the rest of the world had no idea, otherwise the GIW would be after him! And with Vlad in space, Danny could finally live his half-life! Danny goes after Desiree again, defeating her. Jack is happy. Look at him. He's growing up to be such a great ghost hunter! He tears up. Sometimes I wish he was a little kid again, so he can hang out with his dad like old times! Jazz screams Dad no! But it is too late. Desiree grants his wish, enveloping Danny in purple mist. When it dissipates, Danny is gone. Maddie quickly uses her portal-zooka to pull Desiree into the Ghost Zone. Jazz is angry at Jack. Dad, what did you do? You know you can’t wish for anything near Desiree! Jack feels guilty, but he doesn’t understand. Even if Danny was made a kid again, shouldn’t he still be here? To hang out with his dad? Maddie becomes angry. Jack, did you forget that Danny was adopted? Jack thinks for a second. Oops.

Jason is tired. It had been a long patrol. First some thugs had been harassing his girls, then 2 dealers thought they could infringe on his territory, and after that he found a warehouse filled with penguins of all things. God, couldn’t that guy store his birds somewhere else? In short, Jason just wanted his bed. He gets to his latest safe house, one of the nice ones. He wanted to sleep in an actual bed tonight. Checking the alarms, he went inside. Taking of his helmet and jacket, he put them down on the chair. He gets a beer and throws of his shoes and shirt, forgotten on the floor. He puts the beer down and opens the closet, checking to see if this safehouse has pajama’s. Purple mist briefly rolls around his feet, but aside from a sneeze, Jason doesn’t notice due to fatigue. Picking Wonder Woman pants and a red shirt, he closes the closet and turns around. He stops. There’s a kid. In his appartement. The kid is holding his helmet, examining it. Jason tries to sneak up on him, but the kid notices him. Laughing, he runs off making Jason chase him. Jason needs the helmet back, it’s got explosives in it! Jason nearly trips over his shoes as the kid jumps on the bed. The kid tries to jump off, but Jason grabs him mid-air. Jason holds the kid up, taking away the helmet. The kid laughs, and Jason examines him. The kid has white hair and familiar green eyes. He’s wearing a black shirt with white overalls, and he looks about 5-6 years old. Jason asks him how he got inside. The kid shrugs. You don’t know? The kid says he can’t remember, but he doesn’t seem too troubled by it. He asks Jason if they can play more tag. Jason is confused: Tag? The kid squeals: TAG! And slips out of Jason’s grip, to his suprise. Jason chases after him again, yelling at him to come back, there are weapons in here! The kid just laughs. He tries to crawl under the bed, but Jason grabs him by the ankle, pulling him out. As he pulls him up, upside down, he notices something that shocks him. The kid’s eyes are full Lazarus green and glowing while he is laughing in delight! Jason puts the kid down, asking him to calm down. The kid still giggles, but sits down. First off; Who are you? 'My name is Danny!' Ok, Danny. You said you didn’t know how you got in here? 'Nope!' As in, you just woke up here? What’s the last thing you remember? 'Hmmmm. Nothing!' But you knew your name? 'Oh! Yeah I did! Weird!' Jason gets a bad feeling about all this. Do you know why your eyes are so… green? 'Oh! That’s because I died!' Jason was startled by how cheerily the kid said that. It makes his own eyes flash green as well. The kid is surprised at this, and climbs up Jason to get to his face. You’re like me! You’re dead too! Jason grabs him, telling him to calm down. Danny just keeps laughing. Jason sighs, putting Danny under his arm. He re-checks his alarms, but finds that none have been activated. Its like the kid just popped up! Jason asks if Danny has any place to stay. Danny thinks a bit, but can’t think of any place. Where are we actually? Jason is surprised the kid doesn’t know where he is. He debates his options. He could leave the kid somewhere, either at one of his shelters or with his girls. No, that’s a bad idea, the kid saw his face. He’d tell everyone. Maybe he could leave him with Bruce? An image of the 5 year-old in a Robin costume flashes before his eyes, tinting them green again. Not an option. So he can’t leave them with civilians, nor his family. Then that means… 'What’s this?' Danny is holding his taser. As Jason rushes to take it away, he just thinks that this is going to suck.

Next - AO3

#danny phantom #danny fenton #dc x dp #dp x dc #batman #red hood #dp x dc prompt #jason todd #dad jason #dad hood

[ghostly-shenanigans-in-progress]

Weird, crack ship idea but Wulf x Desiree? Both being based off mythological/folktale beings, have a desire to remain free to decide their own destiny. Also Wulf isn’t a man technically, a wolf man sure, but he could still have a chance. He’s a lovable fella who would definerly treat Desiree right in my opinion. Help her feel loved again and this time for real with no one to banish her away or whatever.

#danny phantom #phandom #dp wulf #dp desiree #desiree x wulf #then again Bullet is a fish man too #but does sorta count like Wulf #or maybe Pandora now that i think about it #i just want desiree to be happy ok?

[letarasstuff]

My little Princess

(A/N): This was requested by an anon. I hope you like it :)

Summary: The Fisher King threats the team’s family. Is Morgan ready to bring his daughter in, even though nobody knows about her existence?

Warnings: Some slight angst, I think

Wordcount: 0.9k

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“Behave for Granny, can you do that for me?” Derek is crouched down in front of his toddler, who nods giggling. “Yes, Sir”, she salutes in mock. “Oh, it’s on, Little One!” He grabs his daughter and tickles her. Her sweet laughter is heard through the whole house.

“Derek, are you attacking my Granddaughter again?” His mother makes her way down the staircase as she is alerted by the noises. “Of course not, Ma.” He is quick to let go of her, smoothing (Y/N)'s clothes and hair.

A smile appears on the woman’s face. “Honey, how about you go play with your aunties? You father will come up to you to say goodbye, ok?” “Yes Granny!” And off she toddles, as fast as the legs of a four year old can.

“I say this as your mother”, Fran tells her son, “I want you to relax on this vacation. You had enough stress over the last months. So please use it to not worry for once. (Y/N) is going to have so much fun with me and your sisters, she is in good hands.” Because of the distance between Quantico and Chicago and his job, the little family is rarely able to visit them. So for obvious reasons Fran saviours every moment she can have with her granddaughter.

“Thank you, Ma.” Derek hugs his mother, happy to have her support any time.

Unfortunately his vacation with Elle in Jamaica is anything but relaxing. As soon as he sits in a precinct waiting for Hotch’s arrival to get their co-worker out of the police’s custody, an eerie feeling sets down in his stomach. Even though Derek knows to listen to his gut, he tries to ignore it and concentrates on the facts he has so far.

As far as he knows there is nothing to be worried about concerning his daughter’s safety. She is in Chicago with his family probably enjoying a bowl of cereals or something with her Auntie Sarah. His princess is safe and sound.

Once again the FBI agent is wrong. The video from the so called ‘Fisher King’ not only left Spencer running around like a nervous chicken. Morgan looks like he could be his chicken companion.

“Hotch! I need to talk to you in private!” He calls out to his Unit Chief. Aaron nods and shows him to his office. There Derek immediately begins to talk.

“I know you read my files and at first I wanna thank you for not telling the team. I-” “It’s ok. Bring her here”, he cuts off the rambling man. Thankfully Morgan looks at his boss. “Thank you, Hotch. I can’t stress that enough.”

The next half an hour he is not seen by anybody, because the young father walks back and forth in the building’s parking lot, making countless phone calls.

“Desiree, I swear to you, I owe you for a lifetime. Can you come directly to the FBI? I’ll make sure the receptionist lets you through. I love you, see you in two hours.” The following time you can only describe Derek as a nervous wreck. He can’t stop bouncing his leg, is not really there mentally and grows more and more snappy with the team.

After he barked for the third time at Spencer as he tried to explain something and began to ramble, Gideon looks at him. “What is your problem, Morgan?” His calm voice agitates the man further. “What my problem is? There is a freak out there, wanting to play some weird game with us and we have NOTHING! Maybe that is my prob-” A small voice cuts him off.

“Daddy?”

A girl stands in the doorway to the conference room. Derek turns around and runs over to her. She meets him halfway and throws herself into his arms. “Auntie Desi and I flew with a plane, just like we did! I also got peanuts, but I told Auntie Desi I wanna share them with you.” (Y/N) pulls out a small white plastic bag and offers her father some.

Morgan begins to smile, though he gets teary eyes. “Thank you Princess. God, I love you so so much.” He hugs her again, keeping his daughter closer to him and kissing her hair. “I love you, too, Daddy. I hope you had as much fun as I had at Granny’s.” The agent chuckles. “I did. Hey, there are some people I want you to meet. Is it alright with you?”

Not until this moment the little girl realizes that there are more people in the room. She nods timidly.

“Ok, this is Spencer, the genius I told you about. Say Hi to Elle, she is the tough lady. There is JJ, she is perfect with words. At the table sits Jason, the wisest man you can meet. This is Aaron, even though he has a mean stare, he has a pure heart. And the woman you can see there walking through the bullpen is Penelope, my only other baby girl beside you and a goddess with computers”, Morgan describes every single person to his daughter.

(Y/N) turns towards him, whispering not so quietly into her father’s ear: “Are these your superhero friends? The people you make the world saver with?” The team’s heart swells, so does Gideon’s, though he won’t admit it out loud.

Between the cruel things they saw in the last hours and such an innocent act let them believe there is still good in the world.

#derek morgan x reader #derek morgan #derek morgan x daughter!reader #derek morgan x child!reader #Criminal Minds #criminal minds fanfiction #x reader #reader insert #x daughter!reader #x child!reader

[sanchoyo]

danny phantom episode 4-7 Thoughts: (under a readmore because, these got kinda long!)

-the outfit danny had to buy for dash's party. CLASSIC 2000S i cannot stop laughing. And also showing up to the party and everyone is dressed like the trio is hilarious. and further proof that everyone looks good dressed goth.

-dash has a closet full of cute lil bear plushies?? LOVE that. adorable. also his response to danny trashing his room fighting a ghost was SO valid if somone BROKE MY BED IN HALF ID BE PISSED TOO.

-technus being like 'oh smart, u should be a tutor!' then later being like 'forget tutor, be a teacher!' :) supportive king <3 I also really like his upgraded suit/design. AND SPOCK CAMEO??? HELLO??

-the music in this show is super. its so funky. I looked it up and the guy who does it, guy moon (awesome name) also did music for other cartoons like fairly odd parents, barnyard, chalkzone, billy & mandy, AND some actual movies like FIGHT CLUB??? the whiplash I got from reading that)

-sam being rich explains a lot about her, actually.

-I know the moral of the episode was supposed to be 'dont ditch your friends for popular people/spend a lot of money on clothes that arent You to Fit In'. but tbh. it wouldve been easy for danny to have been like 'well, okay, ill come but only if my friends can!' but I get. that hes 14. so. not a lot to say there.

-BOX GHOST IS BACK!!!!! also, danny sitting up and wearing the dress/wig/makeup. umm thats how I dress everyday LMFAO. unironically me. (hate the jokes that boil down to 'haha funney man in dress' tho. but this is a look)

-jazz being protective of her brother once again being like NOOO YOU GUYS BETTER NOT STAKE OUT HIS (actually haunted) LOCKER!! shes aware of how people perceive him and she wants to help :( which is also probably why she told dash to invite him to that party even tho she had no interest in going!! she wants to help him out :(

-gotta say im with tucker on the whole 'should danny use his powers to get back at bullies' debate. 100% yes. let him teach kids to fight back. making dash throw his food at paulina out of the blue? no. but when hes actually about to pick on someone? yeah! for self defense? YEAH! if dash and his friends just threw food at him, I think rather than. idk doing sneaky shit with frogs he couldve just threw it back and not pulled punches if they tried to fight. I kNOOWWW its a kids show so they are like 'if u fight back ur just as bad!! violence bad!!' but. theyre HIS POWERS. WHO CARES.

-like my only gripe is that dash really isnt LEARNING ANYTHING WHEN DANNY GETS BACK AT HIM IN THE MOST PETTY INDIRECT WAYS. whatever they had to add a bully psa episode I guess. I hate it and I hate the way cartoons usually handle it because these methods simply Do Not Work. 'aND YouRE USinG YOur poWErs FOR EVill???!' this is Not Evil. even when poindexter takes dannys body, theyre only being 'nice' bc hes stealing soda for them!! bitches deserve what they get (nothing too brutal bc theyre high schoolers but damn, if they pick on danny he doesnt need to be the 'bigger person' he needs to start biting people)

-SAM TRYING TO SMUGGLE FROGS OUT OF THE BIO LAB?? girl in middle school when we had to dissect frogs we could opt out, also, they came to us already dead and preserved...

-sidney's lingo and the fact hes in black and white is sending me. also, danny is a ghost celebrity apparently for being a halfa?? ok. thats interesting to know

-the DENTIST BEING EXCITED ABOUT THE COTTON CANDY FLOOD IS THE FUNNIEST THING SO FAR.

-I LOOOVE the trope of 'wishes gone wrong'. not crazy about the stereotypical genie, or the use of the dreamcatcher looking design. (also, I KNOW theyre scientists but the way theyre handling a cold...are the fentons ANTIVAX)

-the genie. she. whitewished paulina. JKASDFHKJ. (the ghost literally just being hello kitty???? im dying) 'why do i feel that im special and wonderful? because I AM! <3' paulina ilu self worth queen. felt bad for her also getting possessed by (2) boys later who were arguing INSIDE HER. WTF.

-imagine being the guy trapped in his now flying car. he thought danny and tucker were HALUCINATIONS. imagine being trapped in a flying car with two, what you think are imaginary arguing 14 year olds convinced ur gonna die. i WOULD say this dude is gonna need so much therapy, but he seemed totally fine and excited when they landed (I would be happy too if a chicken was on my head. chickens rule) stoner rights

-sam's bat slippers??? iconic. SO cute.

-I think desiree's backstory is so :( do all ghosts have messed up sad backstories?? poindexter's was sad too...cannot imagine box ghost has any kind of fucked up backstory. but what if. his mom got pushed off cliffs by boxes...........a la cruella... anyway her 'no man may lay a hand on me' iconic. ilu

-I know danny has no concept of how much bras cost but my god dont attack tucker with some girls bra. those are so expensive.

-its really. well its not a GOOD THING he went into the portal and got fucked up, but its good danny was the one to do it rather than sam or tucker. because even tho he was being influenced by desiree and kept getting more malicious and it prob wasnt 100% him...he sucked as a ghost like most the people he 'pranked' were innocent ppl just Chillin and he didnt want to help anyone at all. I think danny is the most responsible out of them but also, hes 14 and shouldnt HAVE to feel obligated to fight every ghost. hes a good kid and wants to, but I also feel like he feels like...responsible for the portal turning on?? because his parents did give it up,, but it was an accident and not his fault (if anything, why was the on switch on the inside. why was it that easy. why was there no safety measures. that seems like smth OSHA needs to hear about). like thats my son. hes a good boy. and hes never done anything wrong in his life, ever. if anyone hurts him im killing everyone in this room and then myself. etc.

-danny's curfew is 10PM????? DUDE. when I was 14...shit I couldn't be out that late, I had to be back at like, 8 at the latest, and my parents had to know exactly where and who I was going with, AND i had to call/text them regularly...is this a case of my parents being overbearing, or the fentons sucking??? the only time i could EVER be out that late was if I was at an overnight sleepover or smth...

-the vultures have lil fezes. why do they have fezes...theyre so fuckin funny 'ask him for directions' 'I KNOW WHERE IM GOING' these ghost vultures are my new grandpas. pick them up, put them in the adopt box.

-'I wonder why those guys were trying to waste dad!' THEYRE GHOSTS. YOUR DAD HUNTS GHOSTS. why is that not a conclusion you'd immediately jump to??

-*jazz voice, clearly disgusted* WISCONSIN???

-mrs fenton with the lab coat and leg warmers and PERM. YESSS STYLISH.

-was going to say 'ew billionaire' @vlad but. super valid he used his powers to assumedly steal and cheat to get that money, thats how all billionaires do it! but ew hes a SIMP. and spending your billions on FOOTBALL STUFF?? you are Not Valid overall. I DO respect the fact you have a castle instead of a mansion. in wisconsin. if youre going to be stupidly rich might as well go all out, torches on the wall and all. I DO like his ghost form's little kitty ears. catman. and his cape! every design can benefit from a cape. and how different his forms look, like danny looks the EXACT SAME IN BOTH FORMS ASIDE FROM COLOR CHANGES. vlad's is like,, I could believe they were different people!! also I love the drama. but dude you are fighting a 14 year old. lame. also he was like, telling danny he wanted his mom and him and like, wanted him to renounce his dad?? WHAT ABOUT JAZZ?? bitch. those r MY kids and they are both important and special. I do agree they need better parents but thats not u sir <3

-I thought vlad's 'little badger' nickname for danny came from the football mascot of the packers, but google says they have NO MASCOT?? so now I'm like?? is it because his hair is sometimes black and sometimes white?? I hate to give him props but thats a PERFECT NICKNAME. theyre also tiny and vicious!

-why did I get so excited that Skulker is back!! its been like. 2-3 eps LMAO. AND THE DAIRY KING. ICONIC I LOVE HIM. hes the nicest guy ever :) more nice ghosts please. danny cannot be fighting alone everytime with no ghost buds like every ghost being hostile sucks :(

-mr. fenton knew vlad was controlling him, but a few episodes ago he had no clue danny was doing the same thing...is it something about how malicious the ghost is?? he just seemed to think his memory had gaps the first time, this time he was INSTANTLY LIKE 'GHOST'. then again in this ep when danny did it again he was just slightly confused but not immediately freaking out like he did with vlad possessing him!!

-'my parents will accept ME NO MATTER WHAT' so. so why haven't you come out to them yet, danny?? if you really think that?? if theres no harm, and you're sure??? if vlad is a real problem, wouldnt that make dealing with him easier, to expose him???? SO WHY HAVENT YOU COME OUT YET?? COULD IT BE,, MAYBE YOU HAVE DOUBTS ABOUT WHETHER YOUR PARENTS ACTUALLY WILL ACCEPT YOU??? 🤔 ... 🏳‍🌈 I get why people say He Is Trans. I totally totally get u danny.

-sorta unrelated, but it just occurred to me in one of these eps they go to casper HIGH not casper middle school??? theyre 14?? dont highschools usually do ages 15-18? (I didnt go to hs so I might be wrong, if I am ignore this...) freshmen are usually 14-15, could just be a case of them not turning 15 yet but they will sometime in the school year (I say they because tucker said he was 14 too)? I know the show has 3 seasons, so by the end of it will they be older? thatd be neat but usually cartoon characters stay the same age...I love shows where you can see the characters age and grow up, though...three seasons seems like a long time to spend on like, 1 year...

#sanchoyorambles #danny phantom #me on the first post: #its not a liveblog! #me this time: it kinda is. but not in the same format as my tmm one #i like doing one post for a handful of eps bc it saves time #and crowds my blog less #and also i just like talking abt what im watching lol #dp thoughts

[lovehugsandcandy]

One-on-One: Love (N*FW, ColtxMC, ROD)

A/N: This is a birthday gift for the lovely @desiree-pow (HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABE! I hope that this bday is AMAZING - you deserve it!!!). This is also the last (maybe?) one-shot in the Colt!basketball AU that no one asked for. (Series here)

Length: ~1,800 words 

Rating:  N*FW (Swearing and sex)

Summary: That’s one way to improve morale after a loss.

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Ellie bounced Jaylen on her lap, trying futility to keep him occupied as the final seconds ticked by. The Knicks were down by 11; even with thirty seconds on the clock, this game was over.

“Ugh,” she moaned, standing at the final horn and turning to Brandi, the sole friend she had made amongst the other players’ wives. “This loss means Colt is going to be in a god awful mood tonight.”

“Oh no,” Brandi replied, fixing her with a raised eyebrow. “I don’t mind when they lose. Kevin gets all his anger out in the best way, if you know what I mean.”

Ellie blinked, mind slowly catching up to the implication, as she cradled her son closer. Her thoughts raced before finally settling on awe. It was a fantastic idea; she was amazed she hadn’t thought of it before. 

She knew Colt better than anyone. 

She knew he liked winning.

But she knew he loved her more, desperately, ferociously; she had seen it repeatedly, from callused fingertips tracing ever so gently over goosebumps emerging on her bare skin to his willingness to temper even his worst impulses for her sake. His absolute adoration had quelled many of the ceaseless on-court fistfights, though the smart mouth spitting insults remained. His devotion had convinced him to refuse multiple trade requests for the sake of their family. And it had even reduced the constant bickering targeted at Logan, though nothing would squash every jab.

Together, they had navigated graduations and parenthood, dissertations and Championships.

Of course she could get him over one loss.

It was brilliant.

~~~~~

She heard the front door creak open right as Jaylen drifted off to sleep, easing the nursery door closed as quietly as she could, Brandi’s words still bouncing around her brain, she waited two beats to make sure that he didn’t stir before creeping away.

When she edged downstairs, bare feet slow on the carpet, it was quiet but, if she focused, she could hear quiet clicking, tapping of fingers on a keyboard barely audible from the living room. She peeked in; the laptop screen illuminated Colt’s face, game tape already rolling in front of him.

“Hey, Colt?”

He didn’t respond, eyes glued on the movement in front of him, tight fingers reaching for his cell phone.

“Colt?”

“Hmm? Is the baby asleep?” He didn’t look up, not even when she stalked closer to lean over the couch and drag her palms over his chest, damp hair from the locker room shower tickling her cheek. “That fucking asshole,” he murmured, still transfixed by the screen; she rolled her eyes.

“Colt, come to bed.”

“In a minute, I gotta-“

“Coooolt.” Her teeth grazed his earlobe, and he shuddered, tremble rolling up and down his spine, but still his gaze remained on the screen.

“Baby, I-” His fingers were tense around the phone but his words cut off sharply, inhale whistling harshly through his teeth as her fingertips walked slow, teasing circles underneath his t-shirt, down the taut muscles of his chest.

“The tape will be there tomorrow.”

“But I need to-“ He sucked in a breath, again, as her teeth teased the tendon in his neck, and he grabbed hold of her hair when she paused, gently keeping her pinned in place as she nibbled a possessive mark into his skin. “Baby…”

“Come on.” She stood, edging backwards toward the stairs, and smirked when he turned to face her, leather couch creaking beneath him. His eyes trailed down, flashing greedy and dark, intent on where her fingers fiddled with the bottom hem of the grey sweatshirt.

“Logan’s supposed to call me, we’re gonna go over tape.”

She raised her eyebrows, saying nothing, and pulled her sweatshirt over her head, noting the exact moment when his eyes drifted down to the jersey underneath, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed.

“We’re supposed to…” He trailed off helplessly as the phone in his hand began blaring, glancing between the lit screen and to where her hands were making their way to the front of her jeans. “Baby, this isn’t fair.”

She bit her lip when she popped the button, taking her time with the zipper, and had just started inching the denim down her thighs when he dropped the phone, still ringing as it bounced to the ground. He leaned forward, eyes intent on the emerging skin, and she grinned in victory, kicking away the fabric when it reached her toes.

She had just put her fingers on the hem of her jersey when he leapt clear over the back of the couch; she giggled as she stumbled backwards, but he was faster, long legs tracking her as if he were streaking towards the net. However, instead of the basketball, she was the prize. 

And Colt always demanded his prize.

“Fuck no.” He pulled her hands away from the Knicks blue, dragging her against his chest. “Leave it on.” 

“You are such a narcissist. You just want me wearing your name.”

“Our name,” he corrected, sliding warm fingertips up her sides to settle underneath her bra. “And it doesn’t matter ‘cuz you know you’re gonna be screaming my name in a minute.”

“You are such a- oh.”

His teeth were against her neck as she sagged against him, back resting against his chest as strong fingers dug insistently on her hipbones, leading her towards the stairs. “That was completely unfair. You cheat worse than the fucking Nets.” Behind them, Colts cell phone was still blaring from somewhere under the couch, but she could only focus on the hushed promises being dropped into her ear. “And, when we get to our bedroom, I’m gonna take you apart just like I did them in the fucking playoffs.”

But they didn’t make it to the bedroom, anyway.

She sassed back, “I think I can play tougher defense than they can.” But it was difficult walking, Colt plastered behind her, chuckling against her neck before his lips moved to the curve of her shoulder, teeth print on her skin marking her as his as much as the six letters on her back. He teased the line of her panties, fingertips dipping incrementally closer as revenge for her sharp tongue; by the time they got to the bottom step, her words were gibberish, unintelligible, and the muscled arms around her waist were the only things keeping her weak knees from giving out.

She made it one step, then two, the line of his chest solid against her back and his cock stiffening against her ass, grinding in an utterly distracting and entirely indecent way, and she couldn’t be blamed for missing the next step, collapsing to her knees on the plush carpet.

“Fuck, Ellie.” He followed her down, pinned to her the entire way, and his hands curved over hers on the step. “Ok?”

“Please,” she whined, the only coherent sound she could make through the fog over taking her body and mind. “Just please.”

“Fuck.” The word landed hot against her neck and he moved, shifting back, and she heard rustling, fabric being pulled away, her underwear tugged down to a rushed tangle at her knees, and then he was lining up behind her. Her forehead dropped to a stair as he slid inside her, her eyes squeezing shut and mouth falling open as the familiar stretch sent lightning up her nerves. “Ellie, God, you feel incredible.”

She inhaled, trying to somehow get oxygen into her heaving lungs; he felt incredible, joined as one and hard inside her, hands warm and solid on her hips, teeth digging designs at the curve of her neck. “Colt, move, just move, please.”

He huffed a laugh against her skin and obliged, slow at first, settling deeper and deeper until he was just right, her thighs clenching as pleasure flickered and flared up her spine, then back down, jolting every nerve ending until she could feel it in her toes.

She moaned, low and lusty and downright filthy, and her nails scratched against the carpet as his hips moved faster; she worried for a moment that she tore a thread from the floor but, with the next thrust, it didn’t even matter because all she could do was moan into the carpet. Her hand flew to her mouth to dampen the keening cry pulled from her lips, but Colt only dragged her hand away, interlocking their fingers as he moved faster, hips pushing her forward and forehead sliding over the rug.

“Fuck, I want to hear you, El.”

“But the baby…”

“Don’t care.”

“But oh God, Colt there, please- I can’t-”

He pivoted his hips just so and the noise that came out of her mouth was unnatural, high and debauched and inhuman. The world shook around her as her vision swam, carpet fading in and out of vision as she tightened her fingers around his, something to cling to as the world fell apart. She barely registered when he shifted, fingertips of his other hand digging into her hip bones to pull her hips flush against his, or his moan, low in her ear; she was still shaking, weakened body sinking lower until she and Colt landed flat on the stairs, a pile of limbs and ragged breath. 

She was a sated, pliant mess when he eased her up off the stairs, guiding her to their bedroom to tug off the jersey, her bra, and his entire tracksuit, now wrinkled and defiled beyond repair. He was just kissing down her ear when she bit her lip and grinned. “Are you feeling better about that loss now?”

“What loss?” he murmured into her skin.

She chuckled, craning her neck back as he reached that sensitive spot at her shoulder and continued down. “The game tonight?” It was getting harder to form words.

“What game tonight?”

She laughed again and had a smart reply at the ready before a tinny cry cut through the air. Colt dropped his forehead against her stomach. “I knew you’d wake the baby.”

“He has the absolute worst timing.”

“Colt?” She ran her fingers through his hair. “Can you…?”

“What? 

“Maybe go see if you can put him back to sleep?”

He looked up, eyes narrowing. “Ellie…”

“Please?” She put on her best pout, curling her fingers over the sensitive spot behind his ears.

“But this was your night.”

She stuck her bottom lip out further, batting her eyelashes.

“Oh, my God! I can’t believe-” Colt groaned, standing up in a huff. “Fine. Fine.” He threw on some boxers, feet stomping heavy as he gave her the evil eye the entire time. “You are so lucky I love you.”

She laughed, listening to his footsteps recede down the hall; gradually, the crying quieted, then ceased, followed by a soothing voice and quiet coos. Twisting the ring around her finger, she smiled and whispered to the universe, “Yeah. I really am.”

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[headoverjojo]

Hi. I wasn't sure if your still doing any request. But I was hoping to get something with Ghiaccio. His crush askes him out on a date to the carnival. He's nervous at first because he wasn't expecting this to actually happen. But they both have a really good time. Going on rides, playing games, even seeing Ghiaccio win a cute prize for his crush. 💙❄

Desiree, hello! :3 And sure thing! What a tender scenario, thank you for the prompt :,) And here we gooo! I hope you’ll like it :3

Ghiaccio and his crush’s first date at the carnival

(Under the cut for length!)

Melone tilted his head, looking at Ghiaccio with critical eyes for long moments, before nodding in approval. One last fix at the light blue shirt’s collar, and he was finally satisfied with his work. Ignoring Ghiaccio’s frown and grumblings, he dragged him in front of a mirror, with a satisfied smile. Ghiaccio grumbled again, at his limit, but he had to admit that Melone had done a good job… he was finally ready, for real, for his date! At least in appearance…

“C’mon, it will be fine. We’ve talked about it, right? It’s normal to be nervous, and maybe the first minutes will be… awkward, but you’ll eventually relax and everything will be smoother. Just be yourself, alright? And don’t you dare to start with the “but I am a shit” discourse, hm?- he said, anticipating Ghiaccio’s words, -if they have accepted to go out with you, it means that they like you as you are. Maybe… try to control a bit your temper, but do not change yourself. They like the you you already are.” Melone said, while still dancing around him to fix the smallest details. It was the first date his friend had in ages; he wanted everything to be perfect!

“Oh! And do not forget the flowers. Now go, or you’ll be late!” Melone pushed him out of the HQ, still giving advices and wishing him good luck. Ghiaccio sighed, when silence finally fell, as he walked to his destination: your house. He stopped a little at a flower shop to buy a nice bouquet of your favourite flowers, and then marched to your place, determined to make you live the best evening of your life. He will have tried his best!

He rang your bell door, swallowing, nervous. What if you had changed your mind? What if it was all… a prank? What if he was just making himself ridiculous? Would you have thought bad of him? Made fun of him? His mind was still racing wildly when you came to open the door, with a big and relieved smile on your face. Yes, you were the one who asked him out, and yes, he accepted, but still… you feared he would have changed his mind last minute. But seeing him at your doorsteps, so gorgeous in his casual but fitting outfit, an adorable pout that was slowly melting into a more relaxed expression, with a beautiful bouquet in his hands finally tamed all your fears. Now it was time for fun!

“For you.” he grumbled, handing you the flowers, looking anywhere but at you while, you noticed with a silent gasp, a light blush creeped on his cheeks. You smiled, softened, taking gently the flowers, brushing his hands with the tips of your fingers. The blush on his cheeks became redder, but you didn’t notice it, as you were busy sniffing the flowers, happy. Your favourite…

“Thank you so much… I put them in a vase and I’ll be here in a second, ok? Don’t run!” you said, daring to wink at him, vanishing inside your house again. Ghiaccio slowly let out his breath, now that your beautiful eyes weren’t on him. Oh god, it would have been more complicated than what he had thought…

Your arrival saved him again from more panicked thoughts. You smiled at him again, and his heart raced; how could he feel so… so good, so happy just seeing you smile? Was it even possible?

He tried to relax, like Melone had suggested him. He wanted everything to be fine… so, he tried to chat a little, feeling relieved when you answered with a smile. It was going well, it seemed… you seemed to enjoy the time you were spending together. You even laughed a couple of times… it was making him feel good and comfortable. He was finally starting to loosen up, to your immense joy. It was incredibly warming to see him with a relaxed expression… he even seemed younger!

When you arrived at the carnival, your ultimate destination, you felt him tense again. He didn’t like crowds… you searched for his hand, and held it tight, when you found it. He turned to you, surprised and again red on his cheeks, and you just smiled at him, even if a blush was spreading on your face too.

“We’ll not get separated, in this way.” you simply said, finally entering with him in a world made of fun, lights, food and joyous screams. Ghiaccio swallowed, clinging at your hand, but, the more he wandered around without being attacked or bothered, the more he started to relax, and he went back to chit chat with you, without letting go of your hand, to your joy.

When you saw him relaxed enough, you proposed him to try some of the rides, and you beamed in joy and surprise when, after the first roller coaster ride, you saw him laugh for real, as tension seemed to finally leave his body. There was nothing better to release all the tension than a good adrenaline rush! You never saw him so… so normal. Like a young man who was, for once, enjoying a good and funny evening with… his crush. You hid a smile, when you remembered that you were out on a date and not as friends…

“Oh, oh, Ghiaccio, look! The clay pigeon shooting! They always have such cute prizes…” you sighed, with a smile, looking at the little stand where a lively little man was calling and inciting the crowd to try to win “wonderful, incredible, fantastic prizes!”. Ghiaccio turned to you, looking at you for long seconds, before turning again to the stand.

“What prize do you want?” he asked, quiet. You blinked, surprised, and turned at him. Was he serious?

“C’mon, G/N. What prize do you like the most?” he asked again, looking at you with a small pout. You gulped down the surprise, looking again at the prizes neatly exposed. The ones you always liked always required a great shooting accuracy…

“The white cat. I like that.” you finally said, with a sigh. No way you would have ever won it, not even in a century…

“Good. Let’s go, then.” he pulled you to the stand, already studying the timing of the small targets. Nothing difficult… at least, not for him. He was a hitman, after all and, even if he wasn’t a sniper, he was required to be a good shooter. He was sure he could do it!

“One try, please.” you looked at the small gun the man handed to Ghiaccio, while cheerfully inciting him. Ghiaccio looked at you again, and a small smile bent his lips, making you blush again. Was he really going to do it for you…?

“You’ll have your white cat.” he promised, with a small nod, before pointing at the moving targets and shooting. One, two, four, six: with a lethal precision, all the blank bullets hit the targets. A small bell madly rang, loud and cheerful, and the man handed him the deserved prize, with a big smile and screamed congratulations. Ghiaccio grumbled a thanks, picking up the giant plushie, and, when the two of you were a little far from the chaos, he looked at you, blushing again. Oh, this was awkward…

“Err… for you.” he murmured, handing you the plushie. You huffed a laugh, hugging the enormous and soft plushie, with a happy sigh. You still couldn’t believe it… you looked at him, with a smile, and got on your tiptoes, giving him a peck on the cheek. When you drew back, he was blushing again like crazy, and your cheeks too felt warmer than usual.

“Thank you, Ghiaccio, for the plushie… and this incredible evening. I loved it.” you said, suddenly shy. Was it too much…? You wanted so much to invite him again, to have another date with him, but… would have it been too daring to ask him so…?

“I… I had fun too. Maybe we… we could do it again, if you want to…?” you gasped, incredulous. Oh… you dared to look at him, and your heart melted when he saw his cute pout, his red cheeks and the way he was trying to keep it cool. How dared he to be so adorable…!

“Yes… I’d love it.” you murmured, with a sweet smile mirrored in his face a moment later. As your first date slowly sided over, you couldn’t help but to smile and giggle in total bliss.

That first date had been a real success, and you couldn’t wait to go on a date again with him.

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[impala-dreamer]

Okay, okay, but Beka... John finding out you went on a hunt on your own when you were supposed to be keeping safe. You aced it and he's proud, but you broke the rules, and he's gonna have to punish you...

Promise

Season One

John x Reader

841 Words

Warnings: D/s Relationship. Punishment. Fluff.

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Headlights flashed over the car, illuminating his dark eyes as they shot daggers through the rear view mirror. He always made you sit in the back when he was angry. It was just the beginning of your punishment, and you kept your mouth shut at the degrading seating arrangement, lest it bring you anymore of his wrath. 

John had told you to stay back, to wait until he returned from his hunt, but it was just a simple Salt and Burn. You were a hunter, damnit. It wasn’t like you couldn’t take care of yourself; you knew what you were doing, he had to start trusting you more. Anyway, it had gone great and you would have made it home before he even realized you were gone, but the engine on your purloined Volvo overheated in the middle of nowhere and you had no choice but to call him for a pickup. 

He turned into the motel parking lot and your heart began to race. You knew what you were in for, and while it did excite you a little, it still hurt that you had disappointed him so. You wanted him to be happy, not angry with you, and the fact that he’d been silent the entire drive home nearly killed you. 

John opened your door and you kept your head down as you walked to the room. 

He said not a word as he let you in, reaching around to unlock the door and pop it open for you. 

“Get in.” His voice was calm but heavy and you obeyed instantly, entering the room and standing in the middle of the rug. The door closed behind you, slamming shut with a rush of wind. “Strip.”

You kept your eyes to the ugly carpet as you peeled away your soiled clothes, dust from the grave you’d dug falling to the floor in little plumes of gray and brown. 

“On your knees.” His echo pushed through your bones and your knees buckled, taking you downward.

Naked and a little nervous, you assumed your punishment position, toes curled under painfully, ass resting on your heels, hands clasped behind your head. A shiver ran down your spine as your felt John walk around you, inspecting, deciding where to begin. 

“You know what you did wrong, don’t you?” he asked, standing directly behind you. 

Your voice cracked as you replied. “Yes, Sir. I went out when you told me to stay put.” 

John opened his belt; you heard the soft clink of metal as his buckle was opened, the slide of leather through denim hoops. “I do these things, I give you these rules so you’ll stay safe. You understand, girl?” 

You nodded quickly but answered as well. “Yes, Sir. I’m very sorry.” 

He curled the buckle around his fist, winding the leather tight. “I don’t believe you.” 

“I’m sorry that I disobeyed you, Sir. I wanted to show you that I can hunt and make you proud.” 

There was a pause, and the air seemed to shift. Suddenly, John was in front of you, reaching down to lift your chin with two calloused fingers. Your eyes opened and he smiled sweetly. 

“I’m very proud of you, Y/N,” he said softly. “You did good out there.” He bent and kissed your forehead gently before dropping his fingers and standing up straight, towering over you with the makeshift belt whip in his hands. “But you still disobeyed. Hands on the bed.”

The first crack of the belt was the hardest, stinging both cheeks and a little of your right thigh, but soon it all blended into one pain that sank deep inside of your being. It rolled through you and you absorbed it all, his punishment, his protection, his control. 

Your pussy was dripping by the time he finished, and John lifted you into the bed to lay with him, soothing your lashes with cool lotion from his bag. 

“You alright, Princess?” he asked, fingers massaging your backside. 

“Yes, Sir. I’m OK.” You turned your face to him and smiled. “Sorry I went out. I just… I get bored cooped up here and I want to help. I can help.” 

He laughed at your insistence and kissed your lips gently. “Fine,” he sighed, running his hand through your hair. “How about next case, you ride shotgun with me?” 

Your heart leapt. “You mean it?” 

He licked his lips and grinned, dimples popping. “I do.”

Pain be damned, you were so happy that you rolled over on top of him, kissing him deeply and wrapping your legs around his waist. “I’m so happy, I can’t wait!”

John laughed and set his hands on your bare hips, thumbs carving circles in your soft flesh as his cock swelled beneath you. “You are gonna listen to me. Especially on the road.” 

“I promise. No more disobeying.” You kissed him hard again, loving the scratch of his stubbled chin against yours. 

John’s hands roamed your body, restaking his claim on every inch of you. “There’s my good girl.”

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[ellaenchanting]

Request Fic for @ragezdasta

Prompt:” Normal hypnotherapy uncovers a person's dark hypnokinky past that was previously erased via intense memory play. “

Warning: This is not how any of this actually  works. 

Mistress owns my body. Mistress owns my soul. I am broken for mistress. Mistress owns my body. Mistress owns my soul. I am broken for mistress.

The voice droned on and on.

Clara was beginning to panic. She looked over at her couch and her frenzied client. Marianne's eyes were open, staring vacantly at nothing. Her voice was pitched high and frantic, like she was pleading with someone or engaging in some ecstatic ritual. Her breathing was high and fast. Her body was frozen as though in terror- except for one hand that slowly and absently rubbed at her cunt.  

Clara pulled her limp hand away.

It lingered in the air for a moment before resuming its’ teasing.

It was though she couldn't even feel it, Clara thought.

For the first time in her hypnotherapy career, Clara had no idea what to do.

After last week's disastrous meeting, she wasn't surprised when Marianne had called to schedule an emergency session a few days later. During her first few sessions, Marianne and Clara had decided to try a memory regression to help discover the cause of Marianne's sexual reluctance with her fiance.  But last week, when the regression had actually happened and Clara began to question her, Marianne had stiffened like a frightened animal. A look of shock had come over her face and she began reciting the same statements about being owned and broken, over and over. Her voice was both detached sounding and determined. It reminded Clara of watching possession movies.

Clara had tried to question Marianne further. She had even taken great pains to reassure her that she was safe and that it was OK to remember. But, despite everything, Marianne would only stare, recite, and touch. All Clara could do was talk her through an old trauma amnesia procedure- showing her how to box up this side of herself for the time being. She had been incredibly relieved when Marianne had come back to her regular self by the end of their session. At least, Clara thought,  that would give her another week to think about what to do next.

Clara didn't get her week. Marianne might not have remembered what happened during her regression- Clara had been careful to help her repress THAT information- but apparently Marianne had been suffering from ill effects anyway. She had told Clara that she hadn't been able to work, she hadn't been able to spend time with her fiance, she hadn't even been able to THINK properly since their last session. She found herself awaking from stupors only to realize with dread that hours had passed. Sometimes Marianne "woke up" wearing different clothes or in places that she didn't recognize. The only thing that Marianne could blame was her hypnotherapy appointment. She called and demanded that Clara see and fix her immediately- and threatened to sue her for malpractice if she didn't.

Clara desperately contacted all of her mentors before the session began to get help brainstorming how to help with Marianne's memory block. No one had seen anything like it before. Clara had taken notes on their ideas and tried all of their suggestions anyway . She even tried the "boxing up" trick that had helped last week.

No luck.

Clara looked at the masturbating woman across the room. If anything, Marianne had seemed to retreat deeper and deeper into herself over time, becoming more and more lost.

She began to have a sinking suspicion.

The mantras Marianne recited sang out to Clara. They were familiar, like the lyrics to a forgotten childhood song.  A few times, she even had a vivid flash of herself, lying in a similar position and brokenly reciting the same words of devotion. It was worrying- like feeling a new ache in a tooth that had long since gone dead.

It wasn't Clara who had broken Marianne. But she recognized the work of the one who had.

She decided to call Desiree. Her first mentor.

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Fortunately, Desiree picked up on the first ring.

"Clara, dear, how are you? How's your practice? I've been sending you referrals, you know!"

Desiree's voice was cheery and kind. Clara reluctantly noted that it still pulled on her attention, giving her little sparks of happiness that felt particularly unwelcome in her current circumstances. She respected Desiree's skill immensely but she knew she could never trust her. Not after what had happened between them.

She wasn't going to get pulled into Desiree's chit chat. "Do you know a Marianne Thomas?" Clara replied, accusingly. 

Desiree seemed puzzled. "I don't recall that name. Did she mention knowing me? Clara, dear, you sound so strange! What's wrong?"

Clara sighed. Took a picture of her masturbating patient. Hit send. Waited.

There was a long pause from the other side of the line. "Oh," Desiree finally replied, hesitantly. "I forgot that she was Marianne now."

Clara let the silence play out. She was too pissed off to speak.

When Desiree continued, her voice was regretful. "Laura- or I guess Marianne now- was my first. Twenty years ago. She was like you were when you were younger- she came to me saying that she had no limits and wanted to be completely broken. Completely brainwashed. There were...I didn't know exactly what I was doing at the time. There was no one to ask, no idea that that could be done safely. We didn't WANT it to be done safely. And we were both consenting adults.”

“I was curious about what I could do to her- what the limits were. I read up on cults, on psychological torture. I had all sorts of plans. I would keep her up all night, feed her very little, make her listen to my voice in her sleep. I knew she was becoming REALLY mine when she would only focus on her brainwashing. She started to punish herself for disobedience without prompting- and she'd reward herself the more mindless and obedient she became. That was really hot. I didn't want it to stop. Even when I felt like I was losing control of it, it was hot. I didn't...I didn't quite believe it was real back then. I thought we were mostly roleplaying, engaging in a collective fantasy. I was only doing what she wanted.”

“But, over time, Laura began to fade and disappear. She quit her job. I was fine with that- I made enough to support her and I liked having a brainwashed housekeeper in the home. She stopped seeing her friends. She even stopped responding to her name. It was like her personality just drained out. Towards the end, when she wasn't actively obeying me, she would just sit there in a stupor. Like she wasn't even a person.”

“At one point I even tried to get Laura back. I would tell her that she WAS Laura right now, that she could act like Laura. And she would..for a few minutes. But she couldn't sustain it. Laura wasn't there anymore-not really. She was only my slave.”

“And- well...that wasn't what I wanted.”

“I felt responsible for her, of course. I stayed....another 6 months after I knew it had to end. But- I couldn't condemn myself to be stuck as her caretaker forever. Not over a genuine mistake.”

“I did my research- even tracked down and  paid a good amount of money for some black market MKULTRA info. I figured out how they built a new personality in their sleeper agents, one that could function in day to day life. One that would feel real and whole to my slave in a way that Laura didn't anymore. One that didn't have to remember what Laura had been through.”

“And so...that's when I made Marianne."

Desiree's usually-confident voice had become more and more shakey as her story went on. She sighed.

Clara felt no sympathy. "So why is your Marianne stuck reciting mantras on my couch?" asked Clara, shortly. "And how do I fix her?"

"I'm guessing you tried a regression?" asked Desiree.

"Yes," said Clara, her voice cold. "She was having sexual compatibility problems. With her fiance."

"Fuck," said Desiree. "Of course she was. I never thought she'd manage to HAVE a fiance. OK, so you must have gotten her under deeply enough that she remembered her old self. It's like her old slave programming is coming through and she's trying to erase Marianne in the same way that she erased Laura."

"We've been here for 3 hours," said Clara impatiently, gripping her phone. "Her fiance will be looking for her soon. This is your responsibility. You need to come here. Fix her."

"That's a bad idea," frowned Desiree. "I think my going there would just...encourage the process. She needs more help than you'll be able to give right now. Let me think. Can I put you on hold for a minute?"

"What?! No you can't-"  Clara exclaimed, just as the phone went mute. 

She paced her office, frustrated and angry.

After some time, Desiree's voice came back on the other line. She sounded calmer now. More in control. Clara felt something inside her shift.

"OK, Clara- listen carefully. This is what we're going to do. You're going to call and arrange for an involuntary commitment for Marianne at the Cedar Crest psych hospital. Tell them that she's hearing voices that are telling her to harm herself. You may even want to suggest to her that she HEARS voices before you go- she's way more open to suggestion right now that she appears. You'll drive her to their admissions department. Dr Marshall will meet you there- he's a close friend and I've told him enough that he can handle the situation. A commitment will give him a few days to do so more thoroughly. Dr. Marshall can contact Marianne's fiance- you needn't bother. You'll return to your office and call me back. Understand?"

Clara wanted to object. This was completely unethical. She shouldn't let Desiree talk her into participating in this.

"I understand, ma'am", she heard her voice saying, as if from a great distance.

Desiree sounded relieved. "Good girl. Now go make your calls."

Clara hung up the phone, feeling clear and steady. She knew what she needed to do next.

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[natashaohnatasha]

There is something I need to tell everyone. There is something that each and everyone of you should know. Rewind to the time when you were little riding in the back seat of your parents car when you felt safe like your parents had all the answers and you just knew pure happiness. You didn’t know yet that friends would die of overdoses, friends would hurt you, family would break your heart. You have to remember. You have to remember when you had an imagination that controlled your innocent child curiosity. You have to remember those days simply playing in your room and you simply just lived in that moment. Remember playing pogs and playing on the tire swing like there was no tomorrow. Before we really knew the paths that we were going to choose or meet the paths that chose us.

I still feel like a child and I am thirty fucking two years old. I want you to know that its ok. You should never let go of your child self because it’s the only reminder that you can still feel that way. I am going to tell you a story…my story in hopes that it will reach you and help you understand if we made it this far, please be happy. I know everyone has their own story however is that a reason to be grumpy and feel cheated by life? If you feel cheated, then I don’t think you understand what life really is. Please stop worrying so much about what you have to achieve versus what you have overcome. Im about to go deep and I am not even embarrassed because by the time you finish reading this I want you to feel great full of where you are right fucking now.

Let me tell you a little about me to make you feel and understand that it is ok to be you. We all have a story. I used to dwell on the past or choices ive made but what I have come to understand is that all that I have seen, done, and overcome was supposed to happen. To go from child to pre teen to teen is different for everyone. Some of you it may have been perfect ….safe. After reading this you might even feel like….fuck you had it good. People are good at hiding that they had it good. Those are the ones you have to look dead in the eye and question, are you fronting to try and conform to having the fucking Betty Crocker life? A good percent is lying, a good percent was dealt that hand of never facing trauma or just really fucked shit. I praise those who never faced wild painful shit.

Do you remember when we were teenagers we felt invincible, we can do anything we wanted? If you grew up in my circle, lets start at middle school. Some even before middle school. Me, it wasn’t until high school I bid thee farewell of my little happy baby desiree. What I mean by that is that I always knew the choices and repercussions that would come from choosing to do the things I did, its like I already knew but I felt in my heart, when I came to a fork in the road I always chose the rocky path. I did it on purpose and I knew what would happen yet I knew if I played the safe path I would never live. I am going to cut my story short because I will save that for another book. All that Im trying to say is no one would ever know the situations, the people, and the explanation for why I feel the need for everyone to just listen.

I have hung out and got to know really good people and I have also been intertwined with horrible people who have done horrible things however I learned that the worst people, people who have killed, or killed themselves, whether its intentional or unintentional still have something inside them worth trying to understand. I think that is why I was able to meet all the people I have met even far out from our local circle. What I have learned is that you have to listen. Right now you should pause and be thankful you are even reading….or at least consuming what I have to say.

I think we are all starting to forget that we don’t have to be a certain way to live. We are not invincible nor have we ever been. Have we forgotten the power we hold within our selves to control our own world? I think some of us have. I have been lucky to find little old desiree again and finding that will change everything. It also resonates to those around you when you are ok with the fact we are a all little fucked up.

“To be great is to be misunderstood.” -Emerson

If we all didn’t experience fucked up shit then have we truly lived? If your reading this and cant relate then this is not for you. Straight up.

Ill stop here because I would like to know now if you wish to know what I have to say.

[axwalker]

The Trade 10

Synopsis:  Liam is running for Cordonia’s presidency. To assure his victory, Constantine makes an arraignment behind his back for him to marry the rich ambassador’s daughter: Alexis O’Brien. Due to her father’s threats, she has no other option that seduce Liam and make him fall in love with her. But what happens when she falls for his best friend? (AU)

Pairings: DrakexMC

Warnings: I love drama and chaos so this will probably get a bit dark. In this chapter there is mention of rape, if you get triggered by this issue, don’t hesitate to send me a message and I’ll be glad to explain what happens without reading it. A lot of angst and heartbreak

Please note that this is my first series and English is not my first language. I really love ALL kinds of feedback.  Don’t hesitate to comment!

Disclaimer: Some of the dialogues and settings as well as most of the characters belong to Pixelberry (except for Alexis O’Brien and her evil father George O’Brien JR).

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After confronting her father, Alexis felt exhausted. Years of fighting him had taken a toll on her. The loss of the only man she had ever loved was the last straw in a series of tragedies that her own father had provoked, and she felt like she didn’t have the strength to fight him anymore

The worst part was to think about Drake, about his pain, the disappointment in his voice, the hateful look on his eyes. Alexis had done everything she could so he would hate her, but now that it was done, she didn’t know how she was going to actually live with it. She hated herself much more than he would never do.

Alexis heard the knocks at her door, and tried to ignore them; too tired and too sad to answer, but the tapping persisted. Finally, she went to open it, decided to chase away whoever it was.

“Max.” She sighed. “I can’t talk to anyone right now, I’m sorry.” She made an attempt to close the door, but Maxwell put his foot between it and the frame. His heart tugged seeing how destroyed she seemed, how swollen and red her eyes were.

“I’m sorry Blossom, but I really don’t think you should be alone right now. Plus, I brought my three best friends.” He grinned showing her a whiskey bottle and a plastic bag with two pints of ice cream. “Jack, Ben, and Jerry.” She smiled through her tears. “Please, Lexie, we can talk or get wasted or eat ice cream or all three, I can show you my own version of a Coke float.” He winked.

She let him in. “I really need a drink right now.”

They sat on the balcony eating ice cream and drinking silently for a while, each of them thinking about their broken heart.

“I really loved him, you know?” Max broke the silence. “I’ve had intense relationships before, but Rashad was the first one I truly loved. The worst part is that I’m pretty sure, he loved me too. And he’s ready to let all those feelings go to waste for some stupid political ambitions.” He put his hand on her shoulder. “Don’t do the same Blossom, don’t let your desire of being the First Lady stop you from loving Drake. I’ve known him since we were kids and I’ve never seen him more desperate or broken than today. He really cares for you.”

Alexis turned her head to him, anger stirring through her entire body. “My desire of being First Lady?” She laughed bitterly. “Please, Maxwell! You have no idea what you’re talking about.” She gulped her whiskey, refilled her glass, and gulped its content again.

“You’re right Lexie, I have absolutely no idea what’s going on.” He took her hand. “And for the little I heard, neither does Drake. Perhaps if you actually talked to one of us, we could understand you better.”

Maybe it was all the alcohol she had ingested but suddenly she found herself opening up to him. “I did a horrible thing in my youth, something Drake would never be able to forgive me for.” She sighed sadly. “Because of that mistake I have to protect someone and my father is taking advantage of it. If I don’t do what he says, the person I care about the most in the world will get hurt.” She gulped yet another glass and quickly refilled it again.

Max couldn’t believe his ears “Wait a minute Blossom.” He lifted his hands. “Are you being this cryptic on purpose? I don’t understand anything. What do you mean your father is taking advantage of it? I mean he’s your father, Lexie. And I can assure you there’s not much Drake wouldn’t forgive you”

“Well, this is one of those few things, Max. He hates me now, but even if he didn’t, he wouldn’t be able to forgive this. And yes, George is my father. He’s also the most despicable man on earth. And I assure you, his threats are not empty. He wants control of Cordonia’s commerce, and nothing will stop him until he gets what he wants.”

Maxwell was starting to understand. “So he wants you to marry Liam, the next president, to help him.”

She nodded without adding anything else.

Max stood up. “I understand better why you insisted that you liked Liam when it was so obvious you were falling for Drake, and why you left him like that.” He turned around to see her crying. “Oh Blossom, you should talk to them, I promise they would try to help you, both of them.”

She looked at him terrified “No, Max! Promise you won’t tell them anything. Either of them. Please, you don’t know how much there’s on stake here. If something happens to my- ... I can’t even consider it.”

Maxwell sighed, visibly uncomfortable “Ok, Lexie. I won’t. I think it’s a horrible idea, but I won’t say anything.”

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Drake woke up feeling like crap. After getting wasted at the bar, one equally drunk Leo had taken him to his cabin, where he had slept uneasily, seeing her face every time he closed his eyes.

When he had set the meeting with Liam, Drake had planned to be honest with his best friend and tell him that he had fallen for Alexis too.  It was the first time in his life that Drake felt that kind of wild passion; of deep connection with someone, so he was determined to fight for her. But now, all the consequences of his carelessness were about to crush him. Drake had to face the fact that the sweet, passionate woman he had seen in her, simply didn’t exist. The fact that he had betrayed his best friend for someone who didn’t love him back. The fact that deep down he had always known that she was too good for someone like him, someone his own mother had abandoned. Alexis had been born to shine in Liam’s arm, to be his wife and rule beside him.

When he finally arrived at the Beaumont’s estate, Drake had made up his mind; the best thing was to let her go. Let her be happy with Liam and try to move on, even if he had no idea how he was going to be able to do that.

At Ramsford, he went directly to the brothers’ study, where he knew Liam would be working already, and entered it without knocking.

Drake immediately saw in Liam’s demeanor that that morning he wouldn’t be facing his best friend, the brother he had grown up with but the politician, the future president of the country. He wasn’t intimidated. 

“Sit, Drake, please.” Liam was comfortably seated with his elbows resting on the desk, the tips of his fingers touching. “Could you tell me where have you been these past two days? Where did you take Alexis?”

Drake looked straight at him, he wasn’t going to lie. “To my cabin near Portavira.”

Liam looked back at him coldly. “Could I ask why?”

“She had a panic attack two nights ago and needed to go away, so I took her to the only place I could think of,” Drake replied calmly, staring back at his friend.

“Was Max with you?” Liam was getting angrier at the second, the tension between the two almost brothers growing.

Drake growled. “Fuck Liam! Is this an interrogatory?” Liam seemed imperturbable, so Drake answered the question. “No, he wasn’t.”

Liam's posture remained calm, without showing all the rage he was feeling. Before asking the next question, he hesitated, unsure if he wanted to know the answer. “Did something happen between you? Did you two…” Liam swallowed, unable to complete the sentence.

Drake had never felt so guilty and stupid at the same time. “Listen, Liam, the only thing that should matter now is that she cares for you.” 

-He is not denying it- Liam thought furious.

Drake felt a, now familiar, pang in his chest. “Alexis told me she cares for you before she left with Max.” He stood up to pour himself a drink from the minibar and gulped it down.

Liam remained seated looking at the man that had been his best friend for over twenty years. He felt betrayed by him, but seeing how rattled Drake seemed, a hideous thought started creeping his mind.

“Drake,” he stood up to pour himself a scotch too, “are you in love with Alexis?”

Drake arched his brows, mockingly. “You know me better than that Li, I don’t do love. I don’t absolutely feel anything for her, but she does for you, end of the story.”

Liam thought about what he was about to say. “Alexis and I are not really together yet. However, I’m planning to talk to her today. If she accepts to be with me, I don’t want you near her.”

Drake sighed. “Li-“

Liam raised his hand interrupting him. “I don’t think you’re understanding me, Drake. I won’t care about our friendship the same way you didn’t care about it these past two days. If I see you near her, I will end you.”

Drake shook his head and spoke with a deep voice, anger in his tone.  “No, Liam, is you who doesn’t get it. I don’t care about her at all. Do whatever you fucking want.”

“It’s settled then. If she wants to, she belongs with me.” He patted Drake’s back and sat again. “Let’s forget about this and keep working on the campaign”

Drake nodded, he was going to need another whiskey.

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Alexis woke up next to Maxwell, both of them had passed out together on the balcony after the third bottle.

She looked at the time on her phone.

“Shit! I have to meet Li in thirty minutes for lunch.” She saw Maxwell looking intently at the estate’s parking. “What is it Max?”

“I don’t want to worry you Blossom, but Drake’s jeep is here.” The mere mention of his name made Alexis’s heart skip a beat but she tried to hide it.

“Well, he’s Liam’s future Chief of Staff, I imagine they have a lot of work to do. I’m sorry to chase you Max but I have to take a quick shower and prepare myself to my-” She took a deep breath, “date with Liam.”

Maxwell took her by the shoulders, “I remember what you told me last night Lexie, and I still think you should talk to both of them, or at least with Drake.”

She shook her head. “That’s never going to happen. Now if you don’t mind, I really need to take a shower.”

Thirty minutes later, Alexis was ready to go have lunch. She felt a hole in her stomach thinking that she had to feign interest in Liam, hurting him make her feel sick. At 1 p.m. sharp, the young candidate knocked at her door.

“Hi, Liam! What are you hiding there?”

He grinned giving her a beautiful bouquet of pink roses.

“Thank you, it’s beautiful.” She gave him a small smile and put the roses on a vase next to her bed.

“Are you ready, Alexis?”

“I am, where are you taking me?”

He smiled fondly at her. “I prepared a little something here with Bertrand’s help.” He offered her his arm, she sighed deeply to calm her nerves and took it.    

They walked around the gardens until they finally reached a little gazebo. Bertrand and his staff had prepared a beautiful table with colorful orchids, elegant porcelain china, and crystal champagne glasses.

“Wow, this is beautiful!” Alexis felt relieved that they were hidden in the center of the gardens where they didn’t risk running into him.

“It’s all for you Alexis, you deserve the most gorgeous things in the world.” He pulled a chair so she could sit and made a gesture to call the waiter behind her.

After pouring them a couple of mimosas the waiter went looking for the appetizers giving them some minutes alone.

Alexis was feeling uneasy, so she drank her glass in almost one gulp.

“Are you alright Alexis?” He touched her hand across the table and stroked it softly.

His touch wasn’t electric as Drake’s but comforting, almost soothing, something she desperately needed.

“I’m fine Li, thank you.” Alexis gave her a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. She was going to have to improve her acting skills.

“I hope you like this, there’s not a lot of good restaurants around the Beaumont’s state.”

“I think all this is lovely Li, I really do.”

The waiter came back with the appetizers and placed them in front of them.

“It smells great.” Alexis felt sick with pretending, but she forced herself to eat something.

Liam raised his glass. “What shall we toast to?”

She raised her glass as well. “To this date?”

“Perfect, for it to go great.” They clinked their glasses.

Alexis took a small bite of the salmon’s mousse in front of her. “It’s delicious”

“I’m glad you like it, you said that you liked everything, so I chose this  It’s one of my favorites”

He reached to take her hand between his again. “I would really like to get to know you better Alexis. Really know you.”

She sighed thinking about the conversations she had had with Drake just 24 hours ago. About all the things they had shared, all the confidences and secrets. Feeling her eyes watering, she took a sip from her drink. “I’m here, Li. Ask anything you want.”

He looked straight at her eyes. “Why did you leave the party at Lythikos two days ago?”

She shook her head, unwilling to share her secret with him. “I had a difficult moment with my father, our relationship is … complicated.”

“And for that, you needed to leave two days?” Liam asked, arching his brows.

“Yes,” Alexis stated simply.

He rubbed her face with his hand. “If there’s something I can help you with, just tell me Alexis, and I will.”

“Thank you, Liam. Everything is fine.” She smiled. “This is excellent too.” Avid to change the subject, she pointed at the main course the waiter had just brought them.

“Ah! Carbonara pasta, it was my mother’s favorites. She used to cook it all the time, so it became my favorite as well.”

She reached to stroke his arm across the table. “How old were you when she…?”

“Nine, it was very hard. After her death, my father married Regina, and she is not the warmest woman in the world.”

Her heart tugged at his sadness. “I’m sorry, Li. You must have a lot of good memories of her.”

“I do. She loved to sing and play the guitar. She used to take me, Leo and Drake to these picnics and played with us. She was a great mother, I’m sad you could not meet her, she would have loved you”

-No, she would have hated me- “I’m sure I would have loved her as well”.

They spent the next hour talking about happy memories of their childhoods. Alexis was happy to hear all about Liam’s and Drake’s pranks when they were little boys. Finally, they finished their dessert.  

Liam looked tenderly at her for a long moment before he spoke. “Alexis, I know we haven’t known each other for long, but I want you to know that I am serious about this, about us. I’m a man who knows what he wants, and I want you. Desperately. You are the most beautiful, charming, fascinating woman, I have ever met and I want you in my life.”

This was it. Her future, her fate had finally caught up with her. Trying to put all memories of Drake out of her mind she smiled weakly at him, but he didn’t seem to notice.

“Me too, Li.” He took her chin between his fingers and softly kissed her.

After a few seconds, they parted and Liam cleared his throat before speaking. “I just want to clarify something. Everything that has happened before today does not matter because we were not officially together. However, as I told you before, I am very serious about you. If you accept to be with me, nothing like that can happen again. The next time that you have a problem, you come to me and no one else.”

She didn’t know how much he knew about the two days she had spent with Drake but judging by his words much more than she thought.

“I understand, Li.” She tried to ignore her heart aching. “From now on, it’s only you and me. You don’t have to worry.”

He stood up giving her his hand so she could stand in front of him, he caressed her cheek with his thumb and kissed her passionately.

Alexis was feeling a mix of guilt and despair, it didn’t matter how much she tried, her heart, mind, and body belonged to Drake now, and she was going to condemn Liam and herself to a loveless life. She knew Liam wasn’t completely certain about her, that he was going to need some reassurance from her part.

“I trust you, love.” Liam looked at her lovingly. “In fact, I was thinking that I could introduce you as my fiancée tonight.” Alexis inhaled a deep breath, he stroke her arm gently. “I know that it’s a little early for that and that I haven’t officially proposed but I cannot think of a better way to introduce you tonight.” He leaned to kiss her. “With my choice of career, it’s where we are headed anyway. You know that darling, right?”

She nodded, trying to pass her sorrow for emotion at his words.

“Yes, of course.”

“You’re making me the happiest man in the world.” He took her hands and pressed them against his lips.

“I’m happy too, Li. Let’s go back to the state, I need to prepare for the Beaumont Bash tonight.”

He gave her his arm again and they walked back to the mansion unaware of the pair of chocolate eyes watching them from the East balcony.

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Thirty minutes before the gala Olivia knocked at Drake’s door.

When he opened it the first thing she noticed was the strong smell. The whiskey odor came as much from him as from the room itself.

“What the fuck, Drake? We have to be at the bash in 30 minutes, we’re supposed to look impeccable and you look like a Whiskey barrel just rolled over you.”

“Leave me alone Nevrakis, I’m in no mood for the gala.”

“You do not have a choice, Walker. So, go hop into the shower while I look for a proper suit. That is if I can find one that’s not stinking of whiskey. NOW”

After the shower, he came back into the room and found a blue suit on the bed. He got dressed and joined Olivia who was waiting outside.

“Care to tell me what was that pathetic pity party about?”

Drake kept on walking. “None of your business”

“Come on, Walker we are usually honest with each other, so cut the crap.”

Drake didn’t respond. His mind was full of images of Liam kissing Alexis, taking her by the arm, acting like she was his. He felt a sudden urge for whiskey that only deepened when they arrived at the gala. There they were, together. She looked stunning in a golden lamé dress and he looked like a Prince in a black tuxedo, the perfect picture of success.

Occupied with her own jealousy, Olivia took a moment to notice the change in Drake’s attitude. Drake’s fist clenched at both sides of his body and his usual sarcastic smirk had transformed into a rageful scowl addressed at his best friend. Luckily, Liam was too busy greeting his guests and holding the American woman to notice.

“Drake, for the last time. What the hell is going on?” She followed his gaze and suddenly, realization washed over her. “Oh fuck! You like that woman! That’s why you disappeared for two days at the same time as her. My staff told me that they saw you coming out of my cellar with some girl, it was her. Liam’s girl.”

He turned at her furious. “She wasn’t with Liam then.”

“Well, she sure is now” Olivia and Drake witnessed how Liam placed a kiss on Alexis' cheek and whispered something in her ear. Olivia took Drake’s arm reassuringly and walked towards the new couple.

“Come on, we are obliged to greet them. We’ll do it fast and then we’ll get wasted at the bar. Both of us”

Alexis felt his piercing chocolate eyes on her before turning her head.  Her breath hitched, her hands started to shake, and her heartbeat increased considerably, threatening to throw her heart out of her chest. She inhaled, trying her best to hide the anxiety. Liam must have seen Drake too because he immediately tightened his grip on her waist possessively.  

“Welcome to the gala, Olivia” She offered Liam her hand and he kissed it before adding coldly, “Drake.” He looked directly into Drake’s eyes. “You both know Alexis, my fiancée.”

Drake could physically feel his heart shattering at Liam’s words, but he did his best to show them a cool, aloof façade.

“I’m very happy for you both.” He addressed himself to Liam first and then added looking at Alexis, “you make a beautiful couple.” Drake took her hand as Liam had done with Olivia’s. Without taking his eyes off of hers, he turned it, brushing a small kiss on the sensitive skin in the back of her wrist. Her fragrance immediately flooded into his nostrils, intoxicating him. A furious blush colored her cheeks, and her eyes were actively avoiding his.  Alexis prayed that Liam hadn’t noticed, but he had turned his head to talk to Olivia.

“Well, we have more guests to greet, see you both at dinner.” Liam turned to Penelope and Hana who were entering the ballroom.

“Come on Walker” Olivia patted his back.“Let’s get wasted”

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Maxwell was at the door looking over the last details of the party when he witnessed the exchange between Alexis, Liam, and Drake and felt deeply sad for all of them. Maxwell didn’t fully understand Alexis’ reasons, but she had seemed so scared at the idea of anyone finding out about her father’s threat that he had made an impossible promise. However, seeing his two best friends treating each other as enemies and Alexis so utterly devastated made him make a new decision. He was going to have to break his promise.

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Liam and Alexis had the first dance of the night as it was the tradition for the honor guests at the Beaumont Gala. He was an amazing dancer and swirled her around with ease and confidence, holding her tightly against him. She tried to remain calm as long as she could but seeing Drake had deeply shaken her. She couldn’t avoid feeling insanely jealous when she saw him arrive with Olivia. Without even noticing it, her eyes looked for him all across the ballroom until she felt his gaze from the bar. Alexis locked eyes with him over Liam’s shoulder. Drake was clutching his glass, his knuckles almost white as he watched them together. His eyes didn’t leave her for one second, but she wasn’t sure what was on them, finally, he broke their eye contact, drank his glass, and left.

Drake watched Liam and Alexis slide along the room together, unable to detach his eyes off of them, feeling like a blade slowly pierced him, every time Liam whispered something on her ear or pulled her closer to his chest. Only one day before, she was completely his and now she was dancing in another man’s arms like their story hadn’t even happened. He dreaded the mixture of things dwelling in the pitch of his stomach, the intense hatred mixed with his feelings for her, stronger than ever.  As he watched her move, he realized that her eyes were looking for someone across the ballroom, and then they stopped when they locked with his own gaze. Rage flooded through his veins. How dare she taunt him like that? He didn’t know what game she was playing at, but he wasn’t going to stay to find out. He gulped what was left of his whiskey and left the room before the song was finished.

When the song was finally over, she excused herself with Liam and decided to leave the party for a few minutes. She saw a door open in the hallway and entered the room to calm down before coming back to the gala.

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Tariq watched Alexis and Liam greet their closer guests. He hadn’t forgotten about how Alexis had humiliated him at that bar a month before.

“Hi T!” Tariq turned to the beautiful woman next to him. “Do you know her?” She cocked her head towards Alexis.

Tariq arched his brows “I met that whore in a bar, she behaved like she was above me before leaving with Drake Walker, and here she’s a month later parading in Liam Rhys’ arm like she’s a fucking virgin”

A smile formed on her lips, this was going to be much easier than she thought. “You know, I might have a little idea of how you can teach her what a real man is, T.”

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Alexis entered the study so fast she didn’t realize that Drake was already there leaning his back against the wall drinking a glass of whiskey. Her heart stopped, she turned around as fast as she could to leave the room when she heard his voice.

“Are you following me, O’Brien?”

“No, I’m sorry I- I didn’t see you come in here” her soft voice made him even angrier.

He placed the glass on the desk and moved in front of the door to prevent her from leaving the room.

She took a sharp breath “Let.Me.Pass”

As much as he hated her, he wanted to be as close to her as he could. It was driving him mad.

She inhaled sharply “What do you want Drake?”

Drake took two steps in her direction making her walk backward until her back was against the wall, he placed his hand against it, trapping her, his left arm on one side of her, the wall on the other.

“What do I want?” he scoffed “What do I want?” He leaned towards her. Her heart started racing furiously, being this close to him made her feel drunk.

He looked at her intently “I want you fucking out of my head. I want you to tell me what sick game you’re playing at, because I saw you looking for me while you were dancing with your fiancé.” His face was only a few inches from her, his raspy voice in her ear had the immediate effect of goosebumps emerging all along her arms. He noticed them so he stroke one arm gently, locking his gaze on her. “I want to know why you’re trying to drive me insane.” He got closer to her, smelling her neck, almost kissing it “I can feel the effect I have on you, O’Brien.” Her breath hitched when he took her chin between his fingers “And you know what? Twenty-four hours ago, I would’ve killed for you” He got even closer to her mouth “I want you to know that I would’ve done anything to make you happy” Her smell was making him lose all self-control, he finally crashed his mouth with hers kissing her hungrily, Alexis responded to the kiss even more desperately, tugging his hair between her fingers. He stopped furiously with himself for giving in to her, so he grabbed her hands “but now? Now, I despise you, and I want you out of my life, that’s what I want.”

The contempt and hurt on his eyes were too much for her to bear. She freed herself from his grip and pushed him away. “Don’t worry, Drake. You got it. Now let me pass.”

He raised his hands mockingly taking a step backward so she could pass. “By all means, Ms. Rhys”

She left the room shutting the door angrily after her.

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He was waiting for her at their usual meeting point.

“I talked to Tariq, he was easier to convince than I thought, he will make it look like she wanted it, don’t worry”

“Are you sure? It has to be credible”

“Don’t worry, he understands. I also have a photographer in the right position. Soon, all Cordonia’s news will be talking about the new future first lady and what a whore she is, Liam will be humiliated.”

He smirked before kissing her. “That’s perfect”

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Maxwell saw Drake walking furiously towards his room

“Drake!” Maxwell ran behind him “Fuck, Drake! Stop! I need to tell you something important!”

He stopped. “What do you want Beaumont? I'm really not in the mood for your nonsense right now.”

“I know, it’s about Lexie.”

Just hearing her name hurt. “I’m not interested.”

“But, Dr-“

“Are you deaf Beaumont?? I’M.NOT.FUCKING.INTERESTED.”

Maxwell had spent his childhood being friends with Drake and his frequent outbursts; he wasn’t going to be impressed easily.

“She needs you!” He yelled back “She’s scared and desperate and needs you.”

He stopped dead in his tracks at Maxwell’s words and turned around slowly.

“What do you mean scared? Of what?”

“I don’t know. She wasn’t very expli-”

Drake sighed, annoyed “She’s messing with your head, Beaumont. It’s what she does best”

“Argh! Would you shut the fuck up and listen for one second?” He yelled.

Drake arched his brows, he wasn’t used to seeing that side of Maxwell.

“She told me that her father is threatening with… something… and because of a mistake that she made when she was younger, she has to do what he says. That’s why she’s with Liam. Believe me, Drake, I spent last night comforting her, she’s incredibly sad and desperate.”

Drake scoffed but a small part of him wondered, her father was certainly capable of doing something like that, and it would definitely explain a lot of what had happened between them.

Maxwell watched his best friend debate with himself.

“Look, she didn’t even want me to tell you, hell she begged me not to. But she was terrified, I swear Drake. Please talk to her”

Drake knew right then that he didn’t have a choice. Not really. If she was feeling scared ... terrified, he had to be there for her, he had to help her.

“I’ll talk to her Max”

Max grinned relieved. “Now?”

Drake ran a hand through his hair. “Not now, we just  fought and I’m still very drunk from the party, but tomorrow, first thing in the morning, I will make sure she’s fine.”

“Ok, buddy.”

Drake rolled his eyes. “I’ll go to sleep now and…” He patted Max on his back. “Thank you Max, you’re a good friend.”

Tariq watched from the corner he was hiding, how Drake and Maxwell say good night to each other before taking the left corridor to their rooms. When they were out of sight, he took the right side of the hall where he was told Alexis’ quarters were. He put his hand on his pocket to make sure the key to her room was still there when he felt it, he grinned to himself thinking about her all alone in her room. His night was definitely going to be unforgettable.

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The Talk

Logan x MC (Ellie)

Word Count: 1217

NSFWish because they’re talking about sex.

The loft is quiet besides the soft sounds of their lips meeting, caressing, and then separating for the briefest of moments for air before connecting again.

As their make out session intensifies, Logan gently pushes Ellie down onto the bed, and then reaches down to undo his belt.

“Wait.” Ellie calls out hesitantly, hand pressed to his chest.

“What’s wrong?” Logan asks.

Ellie sits up, running a nervous hand through her hair. “Do you have a condom?”

Logan shakes his head no, but he’s undeterred. “We don’t need one, I promise I’ll pull out.” Logan insists.

“Condom use isn’t just to prevent pregnancy. Safe sex is also important to prevent STDs.” Ellie adds, voice stern.

Logan is still dismissive. “It feels better without a condom. Come on baby, don’t you trust me?”

“No glove, no love.” Ellie retorts, arms crossed.

Logan’s seductive expression cracks, a grin that slowly turns into a chuckle and then a full body laugh that sends him collapsing to the bed.

Ellie pouts. “Logan! This is supposed to be serious! And that’s like the 5th take you’ve ruined! My camera is going to run out of battery before we get this done.”

Logan obediently tries to stop laughing, but a few chuckles escape anyway, causing Ellie to narrow her eyes at him. He smiles apologetically, managing to quit laughing completely.

Ellie reaches over to the nightstand to stop the camera pointed in their direction. She rewinds it back to delete Logan’s laughter.

“I’m sorry Ellie, I know you worked hard on the script for this, but it just reads like your dad wrote it or something. I mean, come on, no glove no love?”

“It’s a safe sex PSA! It needs a catchy saying!” Ellie insists.

“What is this for again? And where are you planning on screening it?” Logan questions.

“My 6th period health class. It’s extra credit. And I’m gonna screen it in class, why?”

“Just double checking that no one who’s seen my wanted poster is going to see it.” Logan answers. “Alright, I’m ready to be serious. Should we start at the make out session?”

“I think we’ve got that part.” Ellie replies.

Logan tugs Ellie onto his lap. “Are you sure? I think I could give a better performance.” He flirts, kissing her neck.

“The camera isn’t even on.” Ellie informs him.

“Test....run....then.” Logan murmurs between greedy kisses.

Ellie indulges him for several long moments before she pulls away. “What’s wrong with my script, specifically?” Ellie questions.

“Hmmm.” Logan contemplates, absentmindedly massaging her lower back. “It’s just not realistic.” He answers honestly. “It’s like all the stereotypes of the douchebag villain from a teen romcom. From the script, I can tell you’ve never actually been in this situation.”

“Well I couldn’t draw from my own experience. The assignment was safe sex, not abstinence.” Ellie defends with a slight blush. “So what would you actually do in this situation?” Ellie queries.

“I’d get a condom. Any guy our age who’s about to get lucky wouldn’t potentially mess it up by being an asshole about wearing a condom.” Logan answers.

“But what if you didn’t have any condoms and you didn’t have any money to buy some? Not everyone deals stolen cars you know.” Ellie counters.

“Fine, if he didn’t have any money, then he might use the ‘I can pull out’ line.” Logan admits. ”But if she said no, at that point he’d probably just steal the condoms from CVS if it came down to it.”  

“Have you ever used the ‘I can pull out‘ line?” Ellie asks, a blush steadily overtaking her face as Logan regards her. She knows he’s not inexperienced like she is, and she’s curious.

“No. Vaughn taught me that you never have sex with a side show girl without a condom.” Logan reveals.

“Vaughn gave you the sex talk?” Ellie questions. She can’t imagine a teen-aged Vaughn and Logan sitting down for such a serious discussion.

“Reluctantly. He knew there was no one else to do it.”

“When my mom got sick, she gave me the sex talk. I think she would have wanted to wait until I was older, but she knew my dad wasn’t going to do it. Mom told me to wait until I found someone who truly loved me, who I’m totally comfortable with. Otherwise, she said it wouldn’t be any good.”

“That’s good advice.” Logan comments, shifting so he can lean against his headboard as Ellie straddles his waist.

“I guess. At the time, I kind of thought I’d never be that comfortable with anyone.” Ellie had been glancing off to the side, but now she raises her eyes to meet Logan’s gaze. “But I’m starting to feel that comfortable with you.” She adds quietly.

Logan smiles softly at her, hands moving to gently knead the skin between her shorts and her tube top. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. I mean, we’re sleeping in the same bed. And you’ve been nothing but a complete gentleman. You gave me a place to stay when my dad put me out. I trust you.” Ellie lists out all the reasons why she’s comfortable with him. “And when you look at me, I don’t feel invisible.” She concludes, arms wrapping around his neck in a loose hug.

“You were never invisible.” Logan insists, kissing her jaw. “You caught my eye right away.”

“Well, I literally ran right into you. Kind of impossible to miss me.” Ellie quips. She shifts so she can look down at him. “I think it was fate. Us randomly meeting in the high school parking lot of the school you don’t attend. Having you in my life has made it so much better.”

Logan’s smile slips for a second at that, but it’s back before she can read too much into it. “I don’t know if I believe in fate, and before you I didn’t really believe in luck either, but the day I met you was a very lucky day for me.” He lies, knowing that their meeting was orchestrated. Knowing that she won’t feel such comfort with him if she ever finds out at the beginning he’d simply been using her. Part of him wants to come clean, especially since his feelings are very real now. But he doesn’t want to spring that on her now, not with her and her dad on the outs and her having nowhere else to go. 

“I’m the lucky one. There probably aren’t too many guys willing to make cringey safe sex PSA videos with me. Especially when they’re not even required assignments, just extra credit.” Ellie quips. 

Logan chuckles. “I like that you’re the kind of girl who does extra credit assignments.”

Ellie raises a brow. “Yeah?”  

“Yeah. Smart is sexy.” Logan replies. 

Ellie blushes and looks away. No one has ever called her sexy. “Maybe we should get back to the movie before we get too distracted.” She deflects. 

“Ok, but first remind me what the next line is after no glove no love.”

Ellie grabs the script from the nightstand. “Then you say, ‘Come on babe, everyone is having unprotected sex. Don’t be such a square.’ And I say, ‘I’d rather be a square then end up round from an unplanned pregnancy.’ ” 

Ellie pouts as Logan starts laughing uncontrollably again.  

...

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#logan x mc #choices fanfiction #ride or die #logan rod

[desparikon]

Murdoc/Mac + s4 distress

I really like the idea of The Merchant, Murdoc, and Helman all trapped in the black site together, but the lack of Murdoc’s screeching of ‘BFF Angus Visiting Someone Other Than Me?!?!’ was disappointing, so maybe Murdoc just...got bored and escaped.

(The Merchant is supposed to be in the black site, right? Because when Mac breaks Scarlett out, her cell looked the same, but it was in the Phoenix building. So just a case of reusing sets?)

Tonight wasn't going to be a good night.

Mac stared at the beer in his fridge. Was he really doing this? Riley and Desi had left maybe 15 minutes ago. Starting to drink now wasn’t an admission of fear of being alone with his thoughts; it was just taking advantage of the alone time.

No. No. Get involved with something else.

He shut the fridge and sighed, plodding back across the room, and up the stairs to the veranda. His many projects scattered about, in various stages of completion, mocked him. None of them were currently appealing, despite his fingers’ itch for activity. Why was he so often bored, yet could never focus long enough to see one through?

No time for idlness. The world needs saving.

Codex, the impending apocalypse, his aunt. He wanted to hate what they stood for, but deep down, admitted there was some logic to it. And he wanted the familial connection to have a solid place in the world. His dad, his mom’s good memory, his chance at any normal family members, gone. Jack, MIA. His friends wouldn’t be far behind, thanks to his growing indecisiveness and unreliability. Being alone hurt, but it was better to push them away before he burdened them with his feelings, his existence. Any deaths due to his failures already ate at him. Having any one of their deaths on him would literally kill him.

It was too heavy. His life was shattering into a million pieces, and all he could do was watch as the shards slipped through his fingers. He wanted to go back. Back to when every little thing didn't lead to catastrophe. Repairing one shard, at the expense of all the others. It was exhausting.

He couldn't fight the darkness. Not tonight. He was going to lock himself in his room, and drink as much of his hidden stash as possible. Since his brain insisted on lacking an off switch, he’d shut it down by force.

The exciting prospect of hard alcohol, and the warm, blanketing buzz it’d bring, lifted his mood. The fuzziness would come quick, and it’d be his little secret. No awkwardness. No prying. No ‘Mac, there were a dozen beers--’

The force from plowing into an unexpected obstacle jolted him into a backwards stumble.

“Attacking me already! I haven’t even done anything yet!”

“Murdoc.” His sudden appearance stunned Mac. All the time that’d passed without incident since Murdoc had escaped had left him secretly saddened that Murdoc had grown bored of him. Ironically, at a time when their worldviews were becoming closer aligned.

“Do you have to sound so disappointed?”

“I’m not disappointed, just...surprised. Thought you’d finally gotten tired of me.”

“Tired of you?” His slightly narrowed eyes and suspicious expression warned Mac that his indifferent front was failing. Murdoc was picking up on something.

Dammit! He had to be careful, and get this perfect; any sign of weakness, and Murdoc would discover everything (if he hadn’t already), and use that knowledge to give the one, final tap to destroy him.

What a waste of their cat and mouse games.

“I could never get tired of you, MacGyver. I—actually, more so you—have been busy.”

Mac retreated to the kitchen sink, hoping to find dishes, empty cans, anything, to distract him from Murdoc’s interpretation of the chaos his life had fallen into, but Murdoc followed, settling himself onto the counter.

“The Phoenix shutting down, forcing you into an ordinary life. Your genius being wasted on low-level teaching gigs. Painful. It’s a shame I wasn’t around to help.”

“I...survived.”

“As you do. But wait! From the ashes, Phoenix gets bought and reopened, returning to its former glory under new management! I love that! It’s beautiful. Gets you right here.” Murdoc patted a fist over his heart.

“You always manage to keep track of me.”

“I pride myself on being informed about your life.”

Mac rubbed the back of his neck, and shrugged his shoulders to prevent them from locking up further. Murdoc said all that so casually, like the whole time hadn’t been miserable, but most noticeable was the lack of mention about Codex or his dad’s death. Surely Murdoc still had enough connections to know of them, but maybe he didn’t realize Mac’s personal stake.

That’s what he needed. Someone who wasn’t involved in this whole train wreck. Murdoc had liked him when he’d been blinded by idealism. Maybe he’d like the new, damaged Mac. Even if he hadn’t been the cause.

“We’re besties, and I consider you and Team Phoenix to be my pet project. Speaking of, your new boss is interesting, kinda strange fit for The Phoenix, don’t you think? Can’t imagine him and Matilda get along too well. Now don’t get jealous, but I think I’d like to meet him.”

“Russ would just love that, as I’m sure the views through the cameras weren’t enough.”

“I know, I know. Everyone loves me, but I’m more impressive in person.” Murdoc directed an offended glare in his direction, “Don’t snort, Angus. You know it’s true.”

His confidence was undeterred by Mac’s knowing smile. “Also noticed that the newbie stuck around. Since she’s going to stay awhile, I think new introductions are in order.”

“Her fist to your face?”

“And Bozer made a movie! Good for him! I need to congratulate him. At his new place, since you have New Roomie Riley now. She’s too good for some tech shop. All of you. Too good for an ordinary life.”

“You’re full of compliments tonight.”

“While I wish they’d be used for better purposes, I’ve always appreciated the skills each of you have. ‘Cept when they’re being used to hunt me.”

Murdoc’s playful grin was infectious, almost making him forget that Murdoc could choose to be a threat whenever he got bored. Ugh, so cute. It was embarrassing how attractive he found Murdoc, even just physically.

“By the way, when’s she moving to Desiree’s? Seriously. Took them forever to leave. I was starting to think I’d have to sneak in through the rooftop portal in your room.”

Typical Murdoc, pleased to talk about stalking, and breaking and entering. The eagerness to talk to Mac hadn’t changed, and it made him smile, even as guilt began creeping in. He’d said terrible things to Murdoc, personal attacks that weren’t necessary, and at times when it’d been uncalled for. How long had he railed Murdoc when they’d gone to Colombia? And how could he forget how the viciousness he’d directed at Murdoc, even after he’d already surrendered to Phoenix’s custody? After everything, why did Murdoc still like him so much?

“When’s it my turn to be nosy?”

“You want to know more about me?! Ohmygosh, this is-- I’m going to cry.” Murdoc fake sniffled, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

“Two things?”  

“Shoot.”

“OK, how’d you escape?”

“A magician never reveals his secrets.”

Mac mirrored Murdoc’s smirk. “C’mon. Never? Even if it’d impress the audience?”

Murdoc smiled, despite a huff. “Is it more impressive that I didn’t plan it? Saw the opportunity, and took it. Improvised. Y’know, I think you’ve been a bigger influence on me than I realized.”

“Can you really call it an opportunity, though? Since you had to kill every other person in the building.”

“Oh, I can’t take credit for all that. Just Helman.”

“What? How…? You were the only survivor.”

Murdoc waved a dismissive hand at Mac’s bewilderedness, “I didn’t waste my time on the guards; they weren’t in my way. Everyone was too busy shooting each other, even before lights went out, or the “critical system failure”. This could come back to bite me, but you might want to tell your new boss to be a little more careful about who he hires in the future.”

Power failure? Infighting?

Codex. Could they have orchestrated Murdoc’s escape? Why? They’d never successfully recruit him, even if they demanded him to repaid a debt. And despite his thrill for violence, he wouldn’t be a good fit. He doesn’t get along with people, and definitely wouldn’t care for saving the world, or complying with a shadowy leader’s orders. Too chaotic, cynical, independent--

“What’s the second thing? Hopefully, something more interesting like, ‘The next time we team up…’”

“Why haven’t you taken Cassian?”

Murdoc’s hands curled around the edge of the counter, his knuckles paling from the force. “I don’t know where he is. With Matilda’s knack for hiding things, and your dad’s connections, it’s difficult. But it’s only a matter of time.”

“No.”

“Don’t worry, I know you don’t know. They bring him to you. Smart.”

“Lie! You’re lying! And at this point. You think I don’t – This is important! Murdoc!”

Mac didn’t bother to hide his aggravation. He’d speculated, and come to a conclusion that hit hard, especially now that he was dealing with the loss of his own dad. He needed to hear it from Murdoc, even if it was a confirmation.

“You should be happy! You said yourself that the best thing I could ever do was get away from him! What, you think I wasn’t listening?! To any of that?? You didn’t give me much choice.”

“I know!” Murdoc’s eyelids did that twitch of sadness that absolutely killed him. “I know.” Mac blinked against the tears welling up.

He couldn’t take it back, couldn’t take back the fact that he’d gone along with the punishment of taking away Cassian’s visits, effectively leading to the destruction of the only good thing in Murdoc’s life. And he’d taken Murdoc away from Cassian, who still loved his dad, had good memories of him, and happily talked about him.

Mac understood now, that he’d ruined everything.

“It wasn’t just what you said...I saw how happy he was, and realized that I’ll have to be happy with watching from afar.”

“For the rest of his life?”

“People like me don’t get a happy ending. I’ll always be running, hiding in the shadows, until the day I die. I did that. I trapped myself, and I’m not going to destroy Cassian’s life too.”

“But he needs you. You’re a part of him.”

“Does it make you feel better to have your dad back in your life after all this time? Because it doesn’t seem like it, judging by your rocky relationship. Is it worth it to have to say goodbye twice? Three times? Every single time it doesn’t work out?”

A few tears escaped down Mac’s face. "Every effort counts. Every minute counts! Even if you think he’ll hate you. Even if he says he hates you!! It. Doesn’t. Matter. You can’t get time back. Show him you care! Tell him the truth if he asks! Maybe he’ll say he wants nothing to do with you, but at least then, when you die, maybe he’ll have less questions and regrets. Don’t abandon him! Don’t leave him to wonder what--”

Mac fought to keep his voice steady around the lump in his throat. "—what would’ve happened if you’d come back sooner." He clapped a hand over his mouth to hide his quivering lip.

Don’t cry in front of Murdoc. Don’t cry in front of Murdoc. Don’t cry--

Mac hugged Murdoc, burying his face into Murdoc's shoulder to stifle his sobs. He couldn’t handle seeing Murdoc’s disappointment at his intellectual equal, his foil, his desired companion, broken and weak, and hanging all over him. Pathetic.

Murdoc’s arms hesitantly wrapped around him, and in the most sincere tone Mac had ever heard him use, whispered, “I’m sorry.”

#macgyver #mine

[camiddletonxox]

Extremely Idiotic

Pairing - Justin Mercado x Charity Middleton

Warnings - A bit of angst and sadness, and some cursing

Summary: After a argument about why she wont introduce her dad to Justin, Justin discovers the real reason and feels like crap, and goes to apologise.

Word Count: 1450

“I hate this, I hate it” the wedding planner threw her book across the room and slammed the door, fuck, Justin was insufferable prick at times. The two of them had been together now for 5 months but they’d just had a massive argument because she didn’t want to introduce him to her dad yet and she accidentally said she was ashamed of him. She slid down the wall and sobbed, she was such a screw up. She stood up and she walked to the kitchen to the sofa and laid down, cuddling her blanket close. Damn it, She wasn’t ashamed of him, of course she wasn’t but she knew her dad give him a shitty time and scare him off. She was sobbing for what felt like a lifetime with no intention of stopping.

Justin was hurt, of course her was, but he knew deep down she didn’t mean it but there was something that was causing her distress, it was clear to anyone, she was struggling with something. He decided to give her an hour before he went to her house. He decided to see what he could he could learn from Allison, so he rang her, hopefully she’d be able to help with Charity as Charity was her best friend.

“Hello” Allison was chirpy as usual.

“Allison, its Justin, I need help. Its Charity” Justins voice was full of sadness at this moment.

“Whats happened?” Allison asked, and over the next few minutes, he explained everything, his heart breaking at the things he said that upset her and the things she said that upset him.

“You know she doesn’t mean a word of what she said?” Allison reassured Justin, confirming what he suspected before she sighed, she knew Charity’s Dad would give any boyfriend a hard time after Dale.

“I know, but I don’t get the issue” Justin really didn’t, no matter how much he tried, he knew Charity was close to her dad, everyone knew that, but this? He didn’t understand.

“Her Dad is fiercely protective, after everything with Dale, so he will give you a shit time” Allison recalls, “Charity was in a relationship 3 years ago and introduced the guy to David, her Dad, and he was very rude and dismissive and gave him a hard time, so he left her, and called her some horrible names and it was just a messy time, but David did it out of protecting her, she is his only daughter”

Justins heart broke, he couldn’t help but admit he understood why she had her episode at that dress shop when she was there with him and Nora now. But he wouldn’t leave her just because of her parents, he loved and treasured her. “I feel like a right dickhead” He admits and sighs, running his hand through his hair, he needed to go and find her ASAP.

“You were. It wasn’t nice to call her insecure when you know she is” Alison confirmed and he sighed.

“I’m going to go and talk to her, thanks Allison” He hung up and he left the house, locking it behind him and went to the florists close to his house, and he went in.

“Hi Justin, you buying your lovely lady a bunch of flowers again?” The shop owner asks.

“I am, can I have some carnations” He asks and the lady brings out a beautiful large bunch and he smiled, she knew what Charity liked, he paid for them before popping to the grocery store, grabbing dark chocolate truffles and her favourite wine and paid for them before popping to the bakery, grabbing some macaroons before he got to her house.

‘Ok Justin, you owe her a massive apology, you’re an absolute asshole’ he told himself before knocking on her door.

“Charity, gorgeous, its me” he utters and no response, ok, she was peeved off with him for sure. He sighed and grabbed her house key under the plant pot, and pushes it in and turns it till its locked, her door was unlocked the entire time, he unlocked the door and opened it, grabbing the key and putting it in the bowl near the doorway, and he walked through to the kitchen where his brown haired beauty was curled up, eye make up smudged over her face, it was clear she had cried herself to sleep. He placed the gifts down and he walked over to the sofa, bending down and he moved the hair out her face.

“Charity, its me, beautiful” He whispers softly, stroking her cheek and she stirred. She must be imagining her boyfriends voice, but she opened her eyes and saw his concerned rows eyes looking at her with nothing but love and concern.

“What are you doing here?” Her voice was hoarse, as she sat up, she was a right bitch to him, why the hell was he here. And most importantly, he called her insecure and silly, she was hurt.

“I came hereto say sorry” Justins voice was soft and tender and affectionate and she sniffled, yeah right, of course you are, she thought.

“You called me insecure and silly” She said, angrily but the anger she tried to convey through her words just came out hoarsely, and made him feel even more shit than that conversation with Allison did.

“I’m sorry, I truly am, I really didn’t mean to hurt you” He gently ran his thumb over her knuckle and she tried to turn away as a tear slips from her face but he gently brings her face so shes looking him in the eye before softly swiping the tear away.

“Well you did, and you’re a idiot, and what is even more idiotic is I cannot be mad at you” Her words weren’t as hoarse and she rubbed her eyes and looked down, “And I owe you a apology, I just, I cannot lose you” Her words cracked like glass, and tears streamed down her face, and he sat next to her pulling her into his arms.

“You’ll never lose me, I’m sorry I pushed you so far, I didn’t realise you weren’t ready for me to meet your dad, and I was just getting ahead of myself” His words were gentle and he kissed the top of her head tenderly as she sobbed into his top. She sniffled and looked up to him.

“What do you mean?” She asked, and then realised he had probably spoken to Allison and she sighed, of course he bloody did. “I’m not ashamed of you, I’m sorry, its just …” she tried to think of a way to say her dad was overbearing at times, when it came to meeting men Charity wanted to be in a relationship with.

“You don’t have to explain yourself, beautiful” Justin reassured her, wiping her tears.

“My Dad will scare you away, I know it, he’s overbearing” Charity worried about the day her dad would meet Justin, she knew what he was like.

“No he won’t, because I love you, even if you frustrate the hell out of me” He kisses her nose, “I want to be with you, I have never felt his way before” He carefully admitted, looking into her eyes, “I don’t have to meet your dad at all if you don’t want me to, I just want you to be happy and to love you, if you’ll forgive me”

Charity felt her emotions take over, she wasn’t used to someone cherishing her the way Justin did, but it felt amazing, and she felt like the luckiest girl in the world.

“I love you too, of course I forgive you” she says and lets tears fall still and she touched his cheek. “Will you forgive me? I’m sorry for being so horrible, I’m not ashamed of you, I love you” her words where breaking, and Justin lovingly pressed his lips to hers.

“There is nothing to forgive, sweetheart” He assured, stroking her cheeks with his thumbs, “But please stop crying”

Charity sniffled and kissed him before rinsing her face with water then noticed the flowers he’d gotten her, he was such a sweetheart!

“These flowers are beautiful” she admired and he wrapped his arms around her from behind.

“Like you” He agreed.

“Please stay with me” She asked softly snd he nodded, and kissed her nose.

“Of course, how about usual takeaway and Netflix and cuddles?” Justin suggests and she smiled.

“That would be nice, I’ll have my usual BBQ chicken grill” She requests, and he grabs his phone and orders their food, and she hugged him from behind, resting her cheek on his back, feeling reassure that he loved her no matter how messy she was.

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[imaginesforyourfandom]

11 Blocks - O’Press Imagine

Kelley POV:

11 blocks from my door to your doorstep Three years later and it feels too close I thought I broke the last of that breakdown The morning I sold your winter coat It doesn't feel right when I'm grabbing a coffee The same old spot, but I'm on my own I feel OK in the day, but at nighttime You know how I get when I'm alone

I smiled a little when I looked at my phone. I had a few text messages from Lindsay and Sonnet telling me about a little party the thorns were having and that I should come. I quickly sent a message asking who all was going to be there and sat down waiting for a response. I was pretty tired from the game earlier in the day, but I wasn’t completely opposed to going. I groaned when the ringtone of my phone broke the silence.

“I didn’t need you to call me.” I said as Sonnett laughed into the phone.

“Yeah but I wasn’t going to type all of that.” She said as I nodded my head a little. That’s fair.

“So, who is all going to be there?”

“Well, most of the thorns and we have invited basically the whole royals team so…probably throw in some friends of those people and there you go.”

“Okay so the entire thorns team is going to be there then…?”

“Yeah…that’s what I just said. Well, except Tobin. She is having a date night with Christen. I told her to bring Christen but something about wanting time alone.”

“Oh.” I mumbled completely distracted at the mention of my teammates name. “Yeah…I’ll be there. Don’t worry.”

I didn’t wait for a response as I hung up and closed my eyes. I was trying to keep the sadness at bay as I thought about Christen. I thought being around her would be easier since we broke up, but it only seems to get harder. I think about all the things we used to do and how she isn’t really around to do those things anymore. I can usually make it through the days without having issues, but I won’t lie and say that the nights aren’t lonely without her.

I got up trying to occupy myself before I had anymore invasive thoughts. I took a quick shower and got changed before eating a quick dinner and leaving my apartment. As I headed towards where the party was going to be, my mind wandered back towards Christen. She’s always on my mind. I know that she doesn’t live too far from where the party is.

Cause my mind won't stop; it's just 11 blocks I know that you're home Cause it's Friday night; you're not that type I know that you're home

I found myself counting the steps and calculating the time it would take to get to her if I were to change directions. I’m not surprised that she is opting out of the party. Those kinds of things were never really her thing. She was more of the stay in and have a quiet night just enjoying our time with each other. We were somewhat opposites in that way. I like to go out and have fun with my friends. I don’t really say no to those types of things. Everything feels different now though because I actually find myself missing those nights with her. 14 blocks from your door to this party I caught myself counting on the way And right when I stepped in the door to the party I stepped outside to grab a smoke You know how I get when I'm alone, no

I stepped inside the building as I was immediately greeted by some of the thorn’s players. I spotted some of my teammates as I made my way towards them. I grabbed a beer before stepping outside to the backyard of the house the party was at. I had only been here for a few minutes, but I already felt like I was suffocating a little bit. These things don’t feel the same way they used to.

“Hey!” I turned and smiled when Sonnett and Lindsay came over. “You made it!”

“Yeah…happy to be here.” I joked as they both smiled at me.

“It was a good game today.” Lindsay said as I nodded.

“We kicked your ass.” I said as they both shook their heads.

“No, you didn’t.” they both said as I grinned at them. We continued talking about the game and other stuff before they said their goodbyes and walked away. They were technically the hosts of this event and so they wanted to go talk to everyone else which I understood. Cause my mind won't stop; it's just 14 blocks I know that you're home Cause it's Friday night; you're not that type I know that you're home Someone stop me, please, from hurting myself Cause I'm two blocks away and you're hurting my health And it's Friday night; you're not that type I know that you're home

My mind once again had traveled back to the forward who was missing from this event. I wondered what she was doing. I know she’s with Tobin and she is probably not even thinking about me, but I don’t care. I know I still love her, and I want her back, but I would never ruin her happiness. No one deserves to be happy more than her.

“Hey you alright?” Becky asked me as I smiled at my fellow defender. I had made my way back into the house and was heading for the door to leave. I didn’t want to be here anymore.

“Yeah, I am going to head out. I don’t feel that well.” I said as she nodded her head. She seemed like she wanted to ask me something but decided against it.

“Okay well send me a text when you get home so I know you got there safe.” She said as I nodded my head. I found sonnet and Lindsay saying goodbye to them before leaving and heading towards my apartment.

Well, I met someone And I think I'm in love

Christen POV Switch

I tried to hide my frustration as I stared at Tobin. She was sitting on the couch looking at her phone. I know she wanted to go to the party tonight that our teammates were at, but she just wasn’t saying it. I would have been fine going if she wanted to go. The fact that she won’t say it and is instead just looking at her phone texting everyone is just very….frustrating.

I’m not fully used to someone who is so passive when it comes to these things. I’m used to someone who speaks their mind before really thinking about whether or not it’s going to upset the people around them. I’m used to…Kelley.

I took a breath trying to stop my mind from going there. Things with Kelley are over, and I have Tobin now. I love Tobin. Everything with Tobin feels calmer and simpler. I know what I am getting with Tobin and that’s not a bad thing.

“If you want to go to the party, then we can go. I just want you to tell me what you want to do.” I said as Tobin glanced up at me. She shrugged her shoulders before setting her phone down.

“I want to do whatever you want to do Chris…and you want to stay here and have a night together. I don’t mind.” I rolled my eyes knowing that wasn’t completely what she wanted to do.

“Tobin…do you want to go to the party?” I asked as the midfielder gave a small nod. I sighed before heading to my room. I changed my outfit really quick before heading back out. The midfielder gave me a grin as we left my apartment. 

But my mind won't stop; it's just 11 blocks I know that you're home Cause it's Friday night; you're not that type I know that you're home And, I met someone and I swear I'm in love But I'm two blocks away and you're just like a drug My mind won't stop; it's just 11 blocks I know that you're home

It didn’t take us very long to get there as we stepped into the house. I smiled as our teammates greeted us. We made our way around saying our hellos before finding Sonnett and Becky having a conversation.

“You guys made it!” Sonnett exclaimed with a grin as I smiled at her excitement.

“We weren’t going to miss this!” Tobin said with a wide smile. I smiled at Becky who gave me a little hug. I fell into a conversation with her while Tobin went off with Sonnett to find Lindsay.

I found myself looking around the room as I searched for a certain defender. I was disappointed that I couldn’t see her anywhere.

“Looking for someone?” Becky asked looking around with me.

“Where’s Kelley?” I asked somewhat hopeful that she knew where Kelley was.

“She went home.” My head snapped towards Becky as I gave her a wide-eyed look.

“She went home?” I asked with confusion as the defender nodded.

“Yeah she didn’t seem like she was feeling that well.” I nodded my head as Desiree came over and pulled Becky away.

I bit my lip as I thought about Kelley. She had taken a few bad falls during the game, so I wondered if that was the reason she went home. I also knew that Kelley hated missing parties though. I stepped outside of the house trying to get some air.

I got somebody Waiting for me at home I got somebody Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah

I know that I love Tobin, but it doesn’t stop me from thinking about what a future with Kelley would look like. I think about what my life would be like if we were still together all the time. I’d be lying if I said that maybe I made a mistake by not trying harder with her. It’s not that I think a life with Tobin would be disappointing or anything. It’s the opposite actually. We get along really well. I know that we would be happy, but would I be as happy as I could be with Kelley?

I miss the way the defender and I seemed to click. I miss the way she just knew what I needed before I did. I miss the small things. I miss the spontaneous adventures we would go on. I was snapped out of my thoughts as I stared down the door in front of me. I bit my lip trying to decide if I should turn around or not. I shouldn’t be here. Before I could back out, I knocked on the door. I tried to fight off the nervousness as I waited for the door to open. I fell into my thoughts again as I waited. I jumped when the door was pulled open and my eyes connected with hers. I felt my stomach flip and my heart practically jump out of my chest.

11 blocks from my door to your doorstep Three years later and it feels too close

“Christen?” her confused gaze met my nervous one as I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding.

“Hi Kelley.”

The End.

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Thankful (Colt x MC)

A/N: I am so thankful for all of you, who are so kind and so sweet and so forgiving when I take forever with replying and updates and everything. This is based on a real tradition my family used to have, which ended when my brother answered “orange soda” three years in a row. Happy Thanksgiving, all!

Pairing: Colt x MC, RoD

Length: ~1,000 words

Rating: R (swearing, suggestive)

Summary: Ellie tries to get Colt to partake in a family Thanksgiving tradition.

5 days to go…

Ellie took a deep breath and twined her fingers together. “Ok, listen. If you’re coming to Thanksgiving at my dad’s, there’s something you need to know.”

“Oh Lord, what now?” Colt looked up, wary, eyes boring into hers.

She rolled her eyes. “Every year, everyone, we just…go around the table and say what we’re thankful for.”

“Umm….”

“It’s tradition! We…we did it before my mom died and…”

“Ok. Whatever.” He shrugged, turning back to the tv.

She sank onto the couch next to him. “So….”

“So?”

“You’re gonna need to say something you’re thankful for.”

He rolled his eyes. “Ellie….”

“Please.” She reached over to squeeze his hand in hers. “It’s just….we always do it and…”

He let out a long-suffering sigh. “Fine.”

“Really?”

“If it’s so important to you, I’ll do it.”

“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” She waited but he didn’t elaborate. “Well?”

“Well, what?”

“What are you gonna say you’re thankful for?”

He caught her eye. “I’m thankful he hasn’t arrested me.” With that, he promptly turned back to the tv.

“Colt!!!”

~~~~~

4 days to go….

“Did you come up with anything?”

Colt glanced at her and murmured something back, unintelligible around the chicken finger in his mouth.

She huffed. “What was that?”

“I asked what you were talking about.“

“The Thanksgiving tradition…” she trailed off. “Remember? We talked?”

“Oh, yeah.”

She frowned. “Do you remember?”

“Yeah, yeah, of course.” 

She looked at him closely. “You didn’t remember.”

“I did!”

“Then what are you thankful for?”

“Uhh….I’m thankful for…” His eyes darted around before he smiled, grabbing another chicken finger. “Kelso’s. I’m thankful for Kelso’s chicken fingers and fries.”

She groaned as he took a triumphant bite. This was hopeless.

~~~~~

3 days to go….

Ellie looked around the empty shop, confused, before heading up to their loft. “There you are!”

“Hey. How was work?” Colt was hunched over his desk, eyes fixed on something she couldn’t see.

“Good. I’m grateful I have the rest of the week off…”

He didn’t bite, just nodding and turning around.

She sighed and walked closer, dropping her hands on his shoulders. “Come on, Colt.”

“What?”

“What are you grateful for?”

“Ellie…You’re being ridiculous.”

“Colt…” she dropped her voice, warning clear in her tone.

He spun in his chair, devious smile spreading over his face as his palm made his way up her thigh, sliding between fabric and skin, line of heat making her shudder. “I’m thankful for that dress.”

“Not appropriate for Thanksgiving!” She stepped back with a gasp.

He shrugged. “But true.”

~~~~~

2 days to go…

“Hey.”

Colt sat up suddenly, clipping his head on the bumper of the car he was working on. “Owww….”

“Sorry.” She rubbed gentle fingers over the spot. “I just wanted to see if you were ready for Thanksgiving.”

“Yeah?” His eyebrows furrowed. “We have the pie. And the special cider you like? What else…?”

She bit her lip. “Do you know what you’re gonna say?”

“Huh?”

“What you’re thankful for?”

His shoulders dropped. “I don’t know, Ellie, come on. Can you give me a break?”

“Colt?!? Please? This is impor-”

“I don’t know, ok!?! I don’t know! I’m thankful for motorcycles?” 

She sighed, eyes falling to the ground.

“Come on, El. What do you want from me?”

“I want you to take this seriously!” She stomped her foot on the ground

“Whatever. I’ll come up with something.”  He stood, shooting her a blazing glare before storming up the stairs.

Ellie sighed and rubbed her temples. This was gonna be awful.

~~~~~

1 day to go….

She slid between the covers and fluffed her pillow, anxious fingers twining in cool cotton. She was still worried about Thanksgiving, still worried about the relationship between her dad and her boyfriend, and exceedingly worried that Colt wasn’t taking their tradition seriously. 

“Hey, Colt?”

“Yeah?” His voice was hoarse; she had caught him just before he fell asleep.

“Did you think of something?”

“Huh?”

“Something to say that you’re grateful for tomorrow?”

He rolled over, blinking back drowsiness from his eyes, lips curving into a smirk. She wasn’t expecting it when his hand found her waist, sliding up her curves, fingers dragging heat across sensitive skin. “I’m so grateful Toby went to visit his cousins.” She shivered as the pads of his fingers made their way higher.

“But, Colt…”

He ducked his head so his lips could follow the path of sparks his fingers left in their wake. “Yeah?”

“You…” she trailed off into a moan as his tongue found a sensitive spot. And as he continued, tongue and fingers teasing lower and lower until she couldn’t remember the thread of the conversation, she also became passionately and loudly appreciative of the fact that the shop was empty.

Later, when she was curled up against his side and sweet exhaustion was clouding her mind, she had a new list running in her head of things to be grateful for. This list? She could never tell another soul. But right before sleep claimed her, she frowned. She realized she was no closer to getting Colt to come up with something to be grateful for tomorrow. Crap.

~~~~~

0 days to go….

“Well, I’m grateful for a good year at the precinct and that Ellie moved back after graduation.”

Ellie took a deep breath, moving the mashed potatoes around on her plate. “I’m thankful that we are all here together, safe and sound.” She bit her lip and glanced over. “Colt?”

“Yeah?”

“What are you thankful for?”

“Ellie.”

She couldn’t stifle the groan. “I told you to think of something,” she hissed.

“I did. I’m thankful for you. Not just today. Everyday I’m thankful for you,” he responded, voice earnest, almost shy, before turning to her dad with a sneer. “And that you haven’t arrested me." 

Her dad’s eyes were hard, in full detective mode. "Yet.”

“Better luck next year.”

She couldn’t bring herself to care about the perpetual bickering between them. The smile on her face was too wide for words to even form, stretching across her face until her cheeks ached. She felt tears pool in her eyes as her fingers found his under the table, squeezing as hard as she could.

On this day to give thanks, she knew how much she truly had to be thankful for.

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Watching Dean get stabbed by Metatron and then flashbacks of the life they had together and some of their firsts (date/kiss/etc.) And rushes to his side as does Sam

Seconds, Weeks, Years, A Lifetime

Season 9

Dean x Reader, Sam, Metatron

1,155 Words

Warnings: ANGST, Fluff, Mild Sexual Stuffs

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She did her best to keep up with Sam, but his legs were so much longer, he was so much more a runner than she. He’d been trying to get her to train for years, but there was always a lazy day to be had with Dean instead. 

Dean. 

Her breath was rough, lungs stinging as they raced into the warehouse. She could barely see around Sam, and crashed into him when he stopped dead. 

He jerked forward on his feet, skidding slightly on the old concrete. 

The air seemed to freeze suddenly as if a ghost were near, and Y/N looked around Sam’s giant frame to see Dean on the ground, Metatron standing over him, blade in hand. 

His face was puffy, cut and full of blood. 

The first time they’d met, Dean had been bloody. His lip was busted and a tiny gash above his left eye mixed with sweat and bled like a river. 

Lying helpless on the dirty barn floor, wrists cuffed to a long chain hooked in the middle of the stall, Y/N opened her eyes to see her hero. 

“You OK?” He asked, nearly coughing out the words as he tried to catch his breath. 

Y/N’s eyes were huge; days of darkness making it hard to see him in the shadows. “I...I think so?” 

Dean laughed gently as he uncuffed her. “You’re not,” he told her, kindness and exhaustion in his voice. “But you will be. You’re safe now, you hear me?” 

She nodded and took his hand, letting his strong arms lift her from the filth and trauma and guide her into a new life. 

She tried to scream, but in those precious seconds, nothing would come out. Dean looked up at Metatron, his eyes wide, lips spread and ready to set loose a string of hate, but just like Y/N, nothing came out. 

They were both speechless, staring deeply into the other’s eyes, not a word flashing through their minds except the ones they’d never say. 

“I...uh…” Dean blushed, cheeks flooding with red as he backed up a step. “Sorry.” 

She reached up, touching his stubbled cheek with a soft hand. “You don’t have to be sorry.”

“I nearly knocked you over,” he laughed, biting his lip nervously. 

“You did,” she agreed, smiling up at him. “But I don’t mind.” 

Her fingers curled against his cheek and pushed back, nails raking against his scalp as she urged him to bend to her. 

“You don’t?” he asked, eyes nearly closed as they stared at her lips growing closer. 

“Nope.” She popped the P and Dean gave in, wrapping her in his arms as his lips closed the space between them. 

If felt like days, that first kiss, and neither wanted night to come. 

The Angel Blade glinted in the horrid light as Metatron pushed it through Dean’s chest, easily piercing his heart as if it were made of butter. 

“The trick is, you gotta butter each side of the bread before you put it in the pan.” Dean waved his spatula at Y/N as she watched on, arms crossed.

“Dean, I know how to make grilled cheese.” 

“Yeah,” he smirked, “but not like this. This is the best grilled cheese in the entire world.”

She laughed and leaned her hip against the counter. “Oh, you think so?” 

“I know so,” he laughed, poking at the sandwich in the pan. “It’s won awards.” 

“You’re a dork.” 

He spun, hooking a hand around the back of her neck to pull her close. “You love it.” 

“I do.” 

His tongue was hot against her lips, his chest firm beneath her hands. Dean pushed her back against the counter, his hips rocking into her, his fingers sneaking up under her shirt. 

When he left her lips, she gasped, taking in a deep breath and smelling the air. “Hey, Dean?” 

He mumbled something against her throat as his teeth nipped gently. 

Y/N tugged at his collar, pulling his suction-cup mouth from her neck. “Your award-winning sandwich is on fire.” 

Emerald eyes went wide. “Shit!”

Dean gasped, shoulders curving forward as the blade pushed him back. His eyes fell to the shining metal, then rose to Sam. A flash of sadness ruined his face as he saw Y/N by his brother, her eyes flushed with tears. 

Dean’s hips stilled as the last twitch of orgasm left his body. His arms were locked beside her head, his chest hovering over hers. 

Unwinding her legs from his thick waist, Y/N sighed happily and hummed as she ran her hands slowly down his chest, enjoying the heat and sweat on his skin. 

When her eyes finally opened, she looked up to see a single tear tracing an invisible line down his right cheek. She caught it before it fell, covering his cheek with her palm. 

“Dean? What’s wrong?” 

The tear was gone, but his eyes were still wet, more on the way. And yet, he smiled. He shook his head as she looked up in worry, and bent to kiss her lips sweetly. 

“I’m just so happy I have you,” he whispered.

Sam got there first, helping Dean onto his feet, fussing over his brother, telling him that it would be OK. 

Y/N couldn’t go near them, standing off to the side, watching the blood gush from Dean’s chest. She’d seen him down before, seen bullet holes and knife rips tear at his body, but this was different. She could feel it, see it in the way his face was paling before her eyes. 

“Y/N…” He reached for her and she went, taking his hand tightly between hers. 

She kissed his knuckles and he smiled. 

“I…”

“I know,” she said, cutting him off. “Me too.” 

His knees buckled then and he turned to Sam, ready to say goodbye…

“You think we’ll see each other in Heaven?” she asked, eyes closed as the sun poured down on her face. 

Dean turned onto his side, the picnic blanket bunching up beneath him. He cocked his elbow and rested his head as he looked at her.

“So morbid this morning, Y/N/N,” he teased. 

She popped an eye open and smiled, turning to face him. “I’m just saying… if something were to happen…”

“It won’t.” He kissed her forehead, hoping to distract the conversation. 

“You know it will, Dean,” she said sullenly. “I’m just… when it happens… do you think we’ll be able to find each other in Heaven?” 

He thought for a moment and sighed. “I have no doubt in my heart. I will find you. No matter what.”

She smiled, heart swelling, mind reeling. She kissed him then, rolling him onto his back, smothering him with all the love she could. It would never be enough, she knew. He deserved so much more. A lifetime of love. 

But they gave each other what they could.

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