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asapeveryday · 7 days

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SHOCK FACTOR★彡 PART 3

Previous. Next.

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Rival!Reader

Warnings: swearing, suggestive jokes/language, tension

Summary: having Paige’s number means she can bother you whenever she wants, but maybe a night out with her isn’t a bother at all.

A/n: enjoy guys 😇lmk what you think of this one

YOU

is this paige?

???

Has anyone else given you their number since you got here?

YOU

no…

PAIGE

Aight, so who else would it be then? 🤘🏼

YOU

i should’ve thrown out that napkin tbh!🙂

PAIGE

Ignoring that. How’s the hangover?

YOU

it’s ok. getting coffee helped ig

PAIGE

Having another night out might help too…if u fw that

YOU

with you? id rather die then “fw that” 🙏

PAIGE

Ok rot in ya hotel room see if I care 🤷🏼‍♀️

Seen.

PAIGE

Actually nvm I feel bad for ur miserable ass. U shud fr go out and see what Connecticut has to offer. Ever been to Gianni’s?

YOU

no i haven’t, I’ve only been here for like two days. is it italian food?

PAIGE

Only the best in town 😉 u shud def go

YOU

ugh I would but i have to see if elaine can take me cus my teammates are busy

PAIGE

I could take u if u want?

YOU

typing…

YOU CAN FEEL yourself getting socially drained as you text her, at least that’s what you tell yourself. Paige is infuriating and arrogant, which comes with the deadly additions of charisma and the ability to keep you on edge with every word spoken, or even typed.

You’d always known of this, even before your game with her that day. A player like Paige can be hard to come across; perfectly capable, talented and independent yet somehow the best team player out there, sharing passes she can without a doubt make. Why? Because she doesn’t need to prove anything.

It often bothered you, especially since you constantly needed to prove yourself during the start of your college career. You took every shot you could get your hands on, and she gave shots away like candy whilst still having a huge reputation as a player. Obviously it went deeper than that, but the simple fact just stuck to your brain.

You can’t help but recall her face, inches from yours attempting to pry your ball from your grasp. Like she was deserving, like it was hers for the taking. She had made a similar face on the panel where she dissed you soon afterwards, and then again while watching you at the bar, and just before writing her number on the napkin. You wondered if she was making that face right now as she texts you.

PAIGE

I could take u if u want?

The text is simple but it summons some sort of unique feeling in you. Paige Bueckers is offering to pick you up in her car, on her night off, and take you to a restaurant. And you, for whatever reason, are considering saying yes.

Sighing to yourself, you weigh your options. Option one: you sit around your hotel alone till your teammates come back, most probably drunk from a bar since it’s a Saturday. Option two: you ask Elaine to take you out once again, even though you’re probably gonna see her the whole week you’re here. Option three: you let the girl who shit-talked you at a post game conference take you out for dinner.

YOU

i guess i should go out. DONT act like ur doing me a favour tho….n if I don’t have fun i’m blocking u.

PAIGE

Drop the addy. I’ll come by in an hour

Seen.

After hurriedly pulling yourself together, taking an Advil, checking out the restaurant’s Instagram and getting ready you can’t help but find your heart steadily hammering inside of you. Paige is coming to your hotel. You’re gonna be in her car. She’s taking you to her favourite restaurant. This has to be the most peculiar thing that has happened all year.

The car ride is significantly better then you expected it would be. Paige adamantly seems to prevent any room for awkward silence to seep through, commenting on your outfit and filling the vehicle with music that makes the interior buzz from the volume. She has a free look on her face, chair reclined more then you’d dare if you were in the drivers seat, hair blowing in her face from the windows being down.

“I’m surprised you’re driving me out.” You say, finally airing what was on your mind.

Paige shrugs. “Didn’t feel like drinking today. Plus, I’m in the mood to be generous and show you what Storrs has.”

“If someone told me I’d be hanging out with Paige Bueckers like a week ago, I think I’d be fucking appalled. Or disgusted. Or both.” You laugh.

She chuckles, glancing at you sneakily. “You swear a lot, don’t you?”

“Awe my bad.” You pout, giving her a fake-concerned look. “Forgot you can’t handle a little language.”

“I can handle it,” she grumbles. “I just think cursing is better for specific situations.”

“Like what?”

Paige wets her lips almost sheepishly, but she keeps her eyes straight on the road. “Like sex.”

A beat passes before you respond “Sorry I couldn’t savour a couple words for you and your little kink.”

She looks over at you now, and you meet her gaze as equally as you can. She just lets out a smile, shaking her head to herself as she pulls into the parking lot. You try to ignore the elevator-sinking feeling in your stomach from her words as you get out from the car.

The restaurant is beautiful. It’s cozy, ambient and well decorated. Not too fancy and not too full, just perfect. You’re seated in a more secluded area, per Paige’s request. She orders for you, insisting she knows exactly what to get for the best possible experience.

The food is good, and you don’t feel the need to hide it from Paige, who visibly grows at your praise for the place she picked out.

“So, are you jus in Connecticut for Elaine?” She says.

“Not really.” You reply. “Me and some of the others are just doing a little East Coast road-trip. I wasn’t really interested in coming to Storrs, but it made sense to come by and see her.”

“For a whole week?” She raises her eyebrow. “Seems like you’re close.”

“I was only gonna stay in Storrs for a couple days, then go to Hartford but the girls seem to like it here.” You shrug. “They think it’s cute, being a small town and all, but it’s pretty boring if you’re not a student.”

“It’s better if you’re with fun people.” She smiles.

“I hope you don’t think you’re fun.”

“Compared to Elaine I definitely am.” Paige scoffs.

You can’t help but feel a little more hostility than humour in her tone.

“Do you guys know each other?” You ask, as sly and innocent as you can muster. Paige seems hesitant.

“Nah.” She finally decides. “I mean, we’ve talked before. Ion know her personally.”

“It’s kinda funny, she said she doesn’t pay much attention to you but I think she might have a little crush.” You laugh.

Paige visibly stiffens at this, which catches you by surprise.

In a split second she regains her calm, unbothered composure. “What has she said?”

“Not much.” You shrug. “Just seems a little interested.”

Paige’s jaw clenches for a moment, and you’re not surprised when she changes the subject. “How many people have been on your case since I posted that picture of us from the bar on my story?”

“God, so many.” You laugh, shaking your head. “You?”

“You don’t even wanna know.” She scoffs. “Not sure why everyone was so crazy bout it though, s’not like we were beefing for real.”

“Right!” You say, happy she seems to be on the same page. “It was just some petty crap. I guess people just really were hoping there would be some rivalry.”

You think for a moment, before saying. “Maybe we should keep this drama thing up. Might be fun.”

“It’s a lil too late for that,” Paige shakes her head with a slight smile. “remember how KK and Ice were on live yesterday at the coffee shop? Yeah, we kinda were in the background at some point. People saw us talking.”

“You’re joking.”

“Dead serious. There are edits and everything.”

You rest your head in your hands, elbows on the table, lessening the proximity between you and her. “I only get into these weird ass situations when I interact with you, Paige.”

She sits up in her seat, blue eyes quickly looking you up and down. “Yet you’re still here.”

“Girl’s gotta have fun.” You shrug. Her foot hits yours under the table, her eyebrow raised as if challenging you. You have a sudden thought of going under the table and letting your hands unzip her cargo pants, but instead you just kick her back.

“Wanna go?” She asks. You don’t want to go back to the hotel, and she seems to pick up on it. “The area we’re in is nice. We can walk around a bit.”

You smile and nod. “Split the bill?”

“Fuck no.” She shoots you a look, pulling out her credit card from the back of her phone.

“You cursed!” You exclaim, to which she scoffs.

“I said it’s alright in specific situations.”

Now it’s your turn to scoff. “Well we’re not having sex, are we?”

The way her eyelashes flutter at your question gives you jitters. “Aight, stop talking.” She finally manages to respond. You just send her a look that you hope makes her nervous.

“You’re not funny.” She grumbles, attempting to grab your phone from you.

“Back off, Bueckers! I’m serious.” You laugh, sidestepping her with your phone above your head. The street was empty and the lights were on, putting the two of you in a yellow glow against the night. You’d been walking around the neighbourhood, observing houses and learning a bit about Storrs for the past hour.

“Give me your phone, I know you ain’t deleting those.” She huffs, grabbing for your phone. You try to escape her grasp but she’s got longer limbs, so eventually your phone is in her pocket and she’s wearing a proud look on her face.

It’s nice to walk in the quiet of evening, her beside you. You have no idea where you are but you can’t help but trust she can get you back to the car in no time. Not just yet though.

You turn to look at Paige almost shamelessly. There’s just so much to observe with her. Her confident posture, toothy smile, sleek straightened blonde hair, even the baggy cargo pants and sweater. She always looked good, it never failed to annoy you.

“Either your pants are too tight or crazy baggy.” You note. She just raises her eyebrow.

“Sounds like you just want me to take my pants off at this point.”

“Wouldn’t mind a little show.” You reply almost instantly, shocking yourself at the surge of confidence. She doesn’t seem taken aback, in fact she’s intrigued.

“Is that your usual routine? Have a meal out then have a meal at home?”

“Maybe it is.” You shrug. “I never object to a wine n dine.”

“And what exactly would you object to?”

“Cocky girls who think they’re the shit.” You say, turning your head to face her. You don’t mean to target her, but she simply smiles.

“Is it really being cocky if I can back it up though?” Paige asks quietly. You’re not walking anymore, stuck in place on an empty path between buildings. She’s closing in on you until your back hits a brick wall. The way Paige is staring down at you, hands in her pockets, lip between her teeth. It’s nothing you’d object to, ever.

“I won’t believe it till I see it.” You mutter, holding her eye. The air is tense in a new way that you haven’t felt with her since you first met in the bar. Her face is entrancing.

Paige’s hands lift your jaw upwards, and she leans into your ear. “You might not see it,” she mumbles, breath hot against your skin. “But you’ll definitely feel it.”

When she pulls back from your ear she stays hovering just above you, hands chastely holding your head up. You’re in the perfect position to kiss, and you can’t stop your eyes from darting between her electric stare to her lush, pink lips.

You can literally feel her breath on your mouth when a piercing ring cuts through the moment. It’s coming from her pocket, and she pulls out your phone. Paige’s face twists as she reads the screen. “It’s Elaine.”

“Just- just decline it.” You rush out, not caring how desperate you sound. You can feel how wet you are, and the lack of heat against you is blaring.

“She texted you too.” Paige scoffs. “She’s waiting for you at your hotel.”

You don’t even know what to say. Paige’s face is expressionless. You’re disappointed, but there’s no point in begging. Nothing really happened.

“Let’s get you home.” She says, starting to walk back from where you came. “Shouldn’t keep her waiting.” Her tone is dripping with toxicity. It makes you shiver.

#Spotify #fanfiction #fanfic #paige bueckers #uconn wbb #rpf #paige bueckers x reader #paige buckets #paige x reader #x reader #tension #uconn women’s basketball #usc wbb #rivals to lovers

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rollercoasterwords · 10 months

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PLEASE tell us your barbie opinions!!!!! pls pls i also have opinions

happy 2 share but i will be putting it under a cut bc. a lot of people seem 2 think this movie is god's gift 2 earth and i am not in the mood 2 deal w barbie evangelists lol so if u do not want 2 see barbie movie criticism just scroll away

will preface by saying i enjoyed the movie i thought it was fun etc + i don't think there's anything wrong with enjoying it or finding it fun or even feeling very personally empowered/seen by what the movie had to say. that's all very nice on a personal level and i understand why so many people are finding the movie cathartic.

that being said i do not think the movie was feminist or subversive by a long shot and seeing so many people talk about how radical it was makes me feel like i'm being gaslit!!! like. did we watch different movies lmao. maybe i'd understand a little more why everyone was being taken in if barbie had like, gone to the real world and fought patriarchy in the movie--but she didn't even do that! they introduce the concept of real-world patriarchy only to have barbie go back to barbieland and destroy fake barbie patriarchy (which is rooted simply in one man's insecurity and easily resolved by gently encouraging him to seek self-worth outside his relationship--not exactly a cutting examination of the material investment that men have in patriarchy which makes it so difficult to challenge) and leave real-world patriarchy intact at the end (the big #feminist moment for real women is...mattel's sexist ceo saying he'll use a woman's idea for the next barbie, since he can make a lot of money off it? he doesn't even say he's going to pay her for the idea lmao).

so all in all the whole "barbie destroys patriarchy" bit of the movie just. did not feel particularly feminist to me beyond a very surface level acknowledgment that sexism exists and is bad. and like--i get that it's the barbie movie, and people could say "well of course it can't be that subversive but it did a good job for what it was!!" but i'm just like. ok yeah then let's call it what it was...instead of calling it subversive?? also every feminist message the movie tried to champion was immediately undermined by its fundamental investment in gender essentialism, which remains unchallenged throughout the whole film. like--barbies are literally canonically sexless and so u can't even try to argue that the gender binary which their society is based around is anything but 100% socially constructed, and we see that that gender binary affords privilege to some and not to others and also leads to ostracization of those who fail to conform to it, yet the happy ending of the movie is barbieland just...staying that way. and i feel like the movie then kinda says the quiet part out loud when barbie becomes a "real woman" by getting a vagina like...ok. lol

so like. even the interior politics of the film i struggle to understand how it could be considered groundbreaking feminism; and then when we zoom out and look at the material impact of the movie that just cements it as un-feminist to me. this is a really good article about the beauty standards being pushed + perpetuated by barbie marketing, and of course as with basically any hollywood movie the rich (and mostly rich men) will be getting richer, cycles of consumerism will be perpetuated, etc. honestly the "feminist" aspect of the film almost feels insidious to me in this context, as if it's meant to provide the catharsis of feeling like there's been some big challenge to patriarchy while quietly reinforcing the systems of oppression it publicly decries.

and like. at the end of the day i was not expecting barbie to be a subversive feminist film nor do i think it like...has a responsibility to be one. and it's nice that so many people feel like they're getting something out of it! but i think it's important to evaluate both the personal and societal impact of the media we're critiquing, and in that context it just seems silly to me to claim that barbie is subversive. i also find the amount of rhetoric i've seen about how the movie "encapsulates the female experience" so fucking irritating lmfao like...i am sorry but the idea that watching a group of hyperfeminine women flirt with men as a method of destroying patriarchy (<- not an exaggeration that is literally the plot. flirt with each other's boyfriends to make them jealous so they fight each other. zero lesbians in barbieland i suppose) is THE quintessential experience of #womanhood...well alright then.

anyway. there is more i could say but i am going 2 get dinner w a friend so. stopping here <3 not gonna post the link but i do have a full/in-depth review on my substack if u wanna poke around over there!

#ask #ranting and raving #spoilers #also found the 'self-awareness' somewhat insufferable #'oh hehe we're having margot robbie talk about how ugly she is!! silly us!!' shut up....please...

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atiny-for-life · 2 months

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Xikers Full Storyline Explained - Part 5

Masterlist

We Don’t Stop

Before we begin, I'd like to point out that the first track on the album is already providing us with some additional information

By titling it "Trial and Error (whereabouts)", we're already getting a hint toward the setting of the video/album (this also plays into Xikers' entire concept which I explained here) and the instrumental itself is very much in line with other music we've heard in association with TRICKY

Tricky's world, which we got to see in "The TRICKY's Secret", is now the one we're stepping into while Xikers has already grown accustomed with it since they've long since been living inside the Tricky House

The first cutaway from the Tricky House itself takes us to a warped grid floor which has become associated with TRICKY, the being who's given Xikers their powers in Rockstar, and who I talk about more here

We spend the majority of the video witnessing the absolute wackiness that is TRICKY's world, i.e. how it's breaking physics with the sheer scale of its spaces or how this elevator with only buttons for five floors has already reached a floor in the 400s by straight up exiting the building and getting shot into the stratosphere

Shoutout to the elevator interior for continuing the skater boy aesthetic from previous videos and having Jinsik say "Hands up, high up / Never die" while his members are being blasted into outer space in the background

And not just that, we also get straight up punched in the face by him while the others watch on and then stand over our broken body with shocked faces as if they hadn't been a part of the assault - thanks, guys

This is where I'd like to point out that it was also Jinsik who put the headphones on their victim in Tricky House, meaning he's likely the instigator behind a lot of their schemes/"pranks", maybe even a leader of sorts

The lyrics also further reinforce their dokkaebi/goblin concept by referencing their powers and tendency to play pranks/tricks on people:

Everyone's gonna be smiling, even that clown over there [...] Faster, teleport (Ayy, ayy) Blink and I disappear (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Follow me if you don't want to miss it, shout it [...] Bewitched by me, let go of the reins

We also get this neat shot in which they use a practical effect to insert Hunter into the frame by using a mirror the others are holding

While this is cool to look at, it's also a nice nod to the paranormal wherein mirrors are considered portals through which supernatural beings can travel

Similarly to the grid-floor room, we also get a performance shot of Xikers in another liminal-space looking room with a geometric line design that feels surreal and shares the same color-scheme as TRICKY's world in 'The TRICKY's Secret'

From here, we often return to the same shooting locations but do also get to see the world and their powers in action some more, such as when Minjae (and later also the others) manipulate the buildings around them so they would move along to the song

Toward the end of the video, we move into black-and-white territory as the beat slows

During this section, we get this nice little nod to the Tricky House choreo from Hunter who then also becomes the center at the very end which is reminiscent of past videos where he was also a focal point

#xikers #xikers lore #Minjae #Junmin #Sumin #Jinsik #Hyunwoo #Hunter #Junghoon #Seeun #Yujun #lee yechan #we don't stop mv #house of tricky: trial and error

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ajpendragon · 7 months

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It has come to my attention that I have made a lot of people very unhappy with the first part of this story. So, in the interest of no longer dealing with quite as many angry people, I have more!

Please don’t hate me too much!!

Debris

“You’re doing great, guys!” John’s encouraging voice came through the comm. “There’s one more life sign in the southeast corner of the building. Looks like ground level or below.”

Gordon glanced at Virgil, wiping the grime from his forehead. His big brother was clearly exhausted, having been doing more than his share of the heavy lifting all day. Gordon’s back twinged, but he ignored it. It was nothing he couldn’t handle, and Virgil was in worse shape. He shot his brother a cocky smile. “I got this, Virgil. Keep my exit clear until I come back.”

He turned and jogged into the building’s interior. As Virgil disappeared behind him, he switched on the lights on his helmet and pulled up the map of the building that John had uploaded to his wrist comm. The tiny red dot flickered, then stabilized, and he quickly mapped his route. Down one flight of stairs, two hallways over, and down again. This shouldn’t take long.

He ran down the stairs, coming up short at the bottom as he stared down the tangled mess of the hallway in front of him. He mentally revised his prediction. This could take a little bit.

He clambered over and under the debris, heading further and further into the hallway. A particularly difficult climb set his back spasming, and he had to stop and breathe though the pain. It faded into a bone-deep ache, which wasn’t much better, but at least it was consistent.

He had been pushing himself too hard recently. Once he got out of here, he’d have to ask John for some downtime. And some for Virgil too. His big brother had been pushing himself just as hard. In fact, why wait until later. He reached up and thumbed the button on his collar. “John?”

No response. That wasn’t like John. The building must be blocking the signal. As if to prove his theory, the little red dot he had been aiming for began to blink and jump, before finally disappearing for good.

He fixed its location in his mind and continued. While IR tech was good, it wasn’t infallible. This would not be the first rescue Gordon had completed without its help. He was a professional. He could handle it.

He rounded the final corner to the last survivor and was unprepared for the sight that greeted him. Blood spread in a pool around the man. Gordon knelt to check for a pulse, but it was gone. He was too late.

He bowed his head in respect for a moment before forcing himself to his feet. The building wasn’t going to wait forever, and he needed to get out. He turned to leave, then staggered into a wall as the building shook around him. His head collided with the concrete, and everything went black.

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When he came to, everything was still black. He tried to reach up to switch on his flashlight, but he couldn’t move.

He tried again. Nothing. He reacted, frantically trying to move anything. Nothing responded. He tried to take deep breaths to quell the rising panic, but it flooded over him. Unable to help himself, he began to hyperventilate, and passed out.

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He was a little more coherent the next time he awoke. Focusing on breathing exercises to control his fear, he concentrated on trying to wiggle one body part at a time, starting with his toes. Each successive failure sent his heart rate spiking, but each time he forced himself to calm before continuing. By the time he completed his evaluation, he was sweating with the effort of maintaining his composure. It wasn’t great news.

He couldn’t feel anything below his waist. The only thing he could move was his fingers, and that was just barely. The pain in his back had blossomed from the usual ache to a burning pain he hadn’t felt since…

Just the thought of his accident was enough to send him spiraling again, and he sent long minutes trying to retain control. The memories of blinding pain, helplessness, long months in the hospital threatened to drown him, and he found himself hyperventilating again.

It was a long time before he could think logically again. The panic in this situation was familiar, and he forced himself through the breathing exercises Virgil had taught him, that were cemented in his mind by months of use.

Virgil would find him.

He just had to hold on.

#whumptober 2023 #no.5 #debris #pinned down #altprompt #panic #thunderbirds are go #gordon tracy #virgil tracy #john tracy #thunderbirds fanfiction #panic attack

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smokeyfuzz · 1 year

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Wicked Games: Three

“I couldn’t utter my love when it counted

Ah, but I’m singing like a bid ‘bout it now

I couldn’t whisper when you needed it shouted

Ah, but I’m singing like a bird ‘bout it now”

- Shrike, Hozier

You had packed two duffels worth of luggage, which now sat on the small bed of the empty dorm room. Satoru had spent the trip trying to convince you to come to his place instead, so when you finally got back on campus you promptly kicked him out, explaining you needed to unpack. Thankfully, your office already held many items from your home, making packing easy as you brought clothing and essentials.

You looked around the small room: the single dresser, the plain walls, and the desk and chair. Not much has changed in the way of interior design since you lived on campus during your teenage years. Memories were pushing their way to the surface of your mind, the good and bad.

Suguru sneaking into your dorm room at night to stay over and the intimate moments you shared. Sharing laughs with Shoko as she managed to embarrass Satoru. Studying with your friends. Your fights with Suguru. Training with them.

You let out a soft sigh, trying to clear your head. You knew temporarily living here would be painful, but it was a choice you made and you had to live with it. Your mind filtered to Nanami and his choice to leave the Jujutsu world altogether after graduation before returning, but not in the capacity of teaching. Maybe he had a point.

A sudden knock on your door stirred you from your thoughts and you turned, seeing your long-time friend Shoko standing in the entryway.

“So you really are staying on campus?” she noted, eyeing the bags past you.

On your way over you had texted Shoko, summarizing the events that had unfolded in your home. Unlike your friendship with Satoru, which could be in the best ways described as chaotic, Shoko was a rock - calming and grounding. Afterall, it had been you and Shoko who had survived your teenage years with young versions of Suguru and Satoru.

You looked down at your bags, exhaustion beginning to work its way into your bounds as the adrenaline of the day's events began to dissipate. You sat on the edge of the bed as Shoko entered the room and joined your side.

“Yeah, but only for a little while, until things are… settled.” Your voice trails off at the end, the gravity of the words sinking it as you say them.

She’s quiet for a moment before she stands, motioning towards the door. “Come on, you need to unwind.”

You eye Shoko skeptically, remembering the last time “you unwound” with your old friend. It had been four years prior, 2014. Seven years following the events of Surugu massacring an entire village. You had been dealing with the fourth anniversary of the day you had ended things officially with Suguru, after he found you a week later of the murders, affirmed the rumors of what he had done, and then pleaded for you to join him in his new world. The memory always replayed in your head, your happy memories with him warped and contaminated by the tragedy. She had showed up at your apartment, convinced you to go out for the night and unwind. You easily drank too much that night, made some poor decisions…

You felt flushed and carefree, the sadness and anxiety slipping away as you threw your head back with another shot, five already having been downed earlier. Shoko sat beside you, flirting with the bartender as she enjoyed her own beverage - something on the rocks. You eyed her enviously, the way the bartender - a good looking man - was essentially eating out of the palm of her hand. You hated how after seven years a part of you still felt like you were still Suguru’s, like he had a part of you. That if you started something else with someone new, that it would be wrong. You eyed your cell phone then, a thought transpiring in your mind.

“I’m gonna go,” you told her.

She briefly looked away from her new companion and eyed you carefully. “Y/n…”

“I’m fine, Shoko. This actually helped, but I have an early day tomorrow. I’m going to grab a cab.” You gave her a quick hug, then teased: “Have fun!”

You dashed out the bar and into the cool night, jumping into the first cab that pulled over, head dizzy and heart racing. When you pulled up to the apartment, you paid for the cab and quickly made your way upstairs, stopping at the familiar door. Two knocks. Two knocks was all it took, biting your lip to keep your nerves still, a dopey smile on your face.

“Y/n?” Satoru greeted. He was dressed casual, hair down and sunglasses on. Sweats hung low on his hips, a loose t-shirt on his frame. You could hear the television in the background playing softly. He perched against the door, his frame taking up the whole doorway and keeping you from peeking inside, as much as you tried to glance over his shoulder.

“Can I come in?” He nodded, making way for you to squeeze past him and into his large apartment.

Unlike your own home, which was modest and cozy, Satoru’s home was modern, sleek and expensive looking. He had all the latest appliances, the most luxurious furniture. Playing with the ends of your sweater, you twirled around the room. The last time you had been to Satoru’s place it had been his family home or his dorm room. The apartment was new.

Satoru had shut the door, making his way into the kitchen where he poured himself a glass of water. “Like what you see?” he smirked.

You walked around the open space, eyeing the living room which was adorned with an expansive modern fireplace, television mounted above and surrounded by plush and expensive looking furniture. Large windows overlooked the space, showing the night sky and city in the distance. You couldn’t help but notice the lack of photos in the space as you finally turned to him, watching him take a sip of his drink.

“It’s… wow.”

He let out a soft laugh as he approached you, sliding his glasses up on his head. “So what’s up?” As all of the many times before, he was in your space. Always standing too close. He smelled good - like sandalwood paired and something earthier, muskier. His eyes were focused on you, making you flush only further at the ridiculous thoughts that quickly raced through your mind.

“Just felt like visiting,” you mused. “I know I’ve been meaning to see your new place.”

Another laugh. “I’ve had this place for like two years.”

You shifted under his gaze, letting out your own laugh. “Well I’m here now.” You eyed the space, noticing the absence of Satoru’s young wards. “Where is Megumi and his sister?”

Satoru moved past you and into the living room, your feet moving on their accord as they followed behind him. He settled into the sofa and you sat beside him, curling your legs under your skirt.

“They're at school. Boarding school for now.”

You're momentarily taken aback, a rush of soberness hitting you. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Satoru shrugged. “I didn’t think it was a big deal.”

You scoffed. “Satoru!”

Since Satoru had taken in the two children you had spent a great deal caring for them. While it was selfish, you knew a part of the reason you had grown so close was because it had initially helped in taking your mind off Suguru. However, over time you felt a pull to be active in their lives, knowing how chaotic it was.

“Look, if it’s such a big deal you can go visit them,” Satoru promised.

A pleased smile spread across your lips. “Thank you.”

Satoru simply nodded, setting his glass down on the counter as he stretched his arms out behind him and his legs out in front him.

You each fell into a comfortable silence then, watching the television as some late night baking show played on the screen. Satoru and his little quirks. His love for all things sweets-related and reality television. You wordlessly curled into his side then, snuggling into his arm as you leaned your head against your shoulder. It wasn’t your first time cuddling with the man, and yet your heart was racing.

“Satoru?” you suddenly said, voice soft.

He let out a hmm, eyes focused on the screen. When you didn’t immediately respond he peered down at you from where you had pulled away slightly, looking up at him all vulnerable and sweet. You slowly sat forward, tilting your head upwards until your lips lightly grazed his. A quick, hesitant peck. Testing the waters. You pulled away only slightly, breathing in each other. He tasted of mint and he noticed the slight trace of alcohol on your breath.

When he didn’t pull away you leaned forward again, a hand slipping into his hair as you placed a deeper kiss on his lips. He hesitated for a moment, kissing back towards the end before you pulled away again. He was watching you closely, trying to understand the reasoning, understand you. You shifted slightly, pulling closer into his frame.

“Just one night,” you murmured. “Please.”

He was quiet for a moment, watching you until he nodded. You maneuvered yourself into his lap, straddling him as his hands fell on your hips and you felt the bulge growing in his pants when you unintentionally grinded against him.

You leaned forward again, kissing him slowly and softly, hands coming up to cradle his face. Gradually the kiss deepened, picking up passion and speed as his fingers dug into your sides and you began to press yourself against his chest, your hips beginning to rotate in his lap as he guided you. You pulled away from his lips, trailing kisses across his jaw and neck, as you softly moaned. You heard his own groans as he began to guide you quicker on his lap.

“B-bedroom,” you gasped, before leaving a love bite on his neck to bury a moan. “”Toru… pu-please.”

He brought your lips back to his own, his hands traveling up under your sweater where you felt your skin light up from his touch. He brought his hands back down, grabbing the hem of the garment before pulling it up, your lips detaching as you quickly discarded it, tossing it on the floor. His hands slid down your waist and onto your bum, suddenly lifting you effortlessly as a squeal left your lips that was quickly replaced with another kiss. In quick steps you suddenly entered his room and tossed onto the large mattress. You look up at him, eyes glazed over with lust.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked, trying to ignore the very distinct feeling below his waist that was telling him to fully send it.

You quickly nodded, shimmying out of your skirt and leaving you only your underwear. You watched him take off his own shirt and toss his sunglasses onto the end table, moving towards you achingly slow. When he finally approached the bed you felt his hand wrap around your ankle, stroking up and down your calf muscle in a soothing way before slowly ascending further and further up until he was massaging your upper thigh with his large hand. You let out a mewl, hips jerking up as you watched him.

“Beg for me,” he smirked, eyes trained on your face.

Your blush deepened. Of course Satoru would tease you, but you answered regardless.

“Please fuck me. Please, ‘Toru.”

He watched you for a minute longer, your nearly naked form presented before him as you tried to maneuver his hand lower. His smirk only grew before he moved on top of you, face meeting yours as you kissed again, feeling his hand trace the ridges of your panties before finally lightly trailing his fingers over your folds of the material. You tried to chase his hand, to grind into it as you moaned against his mouth, Satoru himself aching.

“You're so wet,” he teased, pulling away to watch you squirm beneath him.

“Sat-URO-OH,” you began to complain just as his hand slipped beneath your panties and brushed against your clit.

He buried his lips into your neck, leaving love bites and marks along the exposed skin of your chest and shoulders. You humped into his hand, your moans filling the room as he rubbed your clit with his thumb and then slipped one, then two fingers into you, pumping as you chased your high.

“‘Toru,” you moaned, feeling the tightening in your stomach from what you knew would be your orgasm, legs twitching as you tried to close them, however Satoru’s frame kept you spread open and wide for him. He picked up his speed, curling his fingers as he pistoned against your g-spot and you squeezed your eyes shut, mouth hanging open as a silent scream fell from your lips. You felt butterfly kisses along your jaw and face then as murmurs of praises graced your ears before Satoru’s lips were on yours’ again.

“You’re so messy,” he cooed, fingers slowly pulling out of you as you whined from the lack of feeling of fullness despite the sensitivity of your body. “My baby did so well.”

You watched him bring his fingers to his lips, sucking on them lewdly. “Taste so good.”

You blushed, rolling your eyes at him. “You’re disgusting.”

He simply leaned forward, brushing his lips against your own as you tasted yourself on his lips as his hands moved to pull down his sweats and you followed suit with your own bra and panties until finally you were both completely naked, Satoru’s body flushed against your own.

“Your thighs are trembling,” Satoru noted with a satisfied smile as he gripped your thigh with his hand and hiked it up alongside his waist.

You felt his dick brush against you and ground against him, seeking more.

“Stop teasing,” you pouted, brushing your lips against his own before biting and tugging his bottom lip.

You felt him smile and moan against your mouth and you took the moment to roll him onto his back, straddling him once more as you aligned him to your center before you began to slowly sink down. Satoru’s head fell back, a loud fuck falling from his lips and ringing in your ears and you finally bottomed out. Slowly you began to move your hips, his eyes on you again and hands squeezing your sides as he rutted up into you. Gradually your pace increased, Satoru sitting up and circling his arms around your waist to meet your pace with his own. He buried his face in your neck, murmuring sweet words and praises intermingled with degrading terms that left you hot to the touch as your body reacted, the knot in your stomach building.

You feel him whisper other words against you before capturing you in a kiss, too lost in your own building orgasm to hear what he’s saying. His hips snap up just right as you pull away for a breath, your sweaty foreheads pressed together as you whine above him, the knot inside you snapping as you feel your body tremble from your orgasm, stars hitting your vision as you bury your face into his neck where you moan loudly. Satoru’s own pace begins to falter as he quickly maneuvers you onto your back, pulling out just in time as he releases onto your thigh and stomach.

You lay beside one another breathing heavily, until your eyes begin to drift shut, body twitching as you feel Satoru cleaning up your body from the mess made between you. When he was done he climbed back into bed, pulling you to his chest where you felt yourself finally fall asleep.

When you awoke the next morning your head was aching, mouth dry. Your limbs were tangled in unfamiliar silk sheets and were sore. You sat up, the bed empty beside you as you recalled the previous evening's events.

“Fuck, fuck fuck,” you whispered in a panic, looking around the room for your underwear and skirt. Your eyes landed on a photo sitting on his dresser, a photo of you, Suguru, Satoru, and Shoko as teens. You tried to ignore the guilt rising in your chest - you and Suguru were over. You slipped out of bed, knees wobbly as you quickly slipped into the clothing that had been discarded in his room. His alarm clock read 11 a.m. You were late for work. “Fuck,” you muttered again as you clasped your bra on.

Just then Satoru stepped out of his adjoining bathroom, a billow of steam following him with a towel hanging loosely on his muscular frame.

“Morning,” he grinned at you.

You flushed from his toothy smile and cocky attitude, remembering the night's events, what was hiding beneath the towel, how you felt last night.

“I’m late for work Satoru. Why didn’t you wake me up?”

He shrugged, following you into his living room. “You teach upperclassmen. Most of the time they're away.”

You slipped on your sweater and whirled around, nearly colliding into Satoru’s strong chest.

“Last night was fun,” he teased.

“It was only a one time thing,” you warned, holding your finger up at him.

He simply smirked as he looked down at you and you wondered what was going on behind his head. You knew Satoru had slept with people before - he wasn’t a saint, but you had never considered that maybe he would want to sleep with you. Or was he pitying you last night? God you hoped not.

“Of course,” he answered. You eyed him for a minute longer, trying to understand his thought process but finally gave up after you realized you needed to head home, shower, and change.

You grab your cell phone and bag that sat on the entrance table near his front door, noticing the five messages and one call from Shoko. Fuck.

You looked at Satoru again who had followed you to the door, the sun of the outdoors rippling off his sculpted body. You gulped, eyes meeting his own again when you caught yourself staring. You never did one-night stands - let alone with a friend. What exactly was the protocol? You thought about last night, the words he was saying to you and the words you couldn’t quite make out. You weren’t expecting for the sex to be so good, for the intimacy he brought to it both during and after.

“Satoru last night -” you pause, voice soft as you struggle between honesty and hiding behind the wall you had built for yourself after Suguru. The latter winning. “Can we keep this between us?”

He smiles, but you fail to miss how it doesn’t reach his eyes as he nods. “I’ll see you later?”

You hesitate but nod, remembering you’ll run into him at school where he’ll likely spend most of his day bothering you rather than teaching. “Um, yeah. See ya then.”

And then you were gone.

You blinked, surprised at how the memory came back to you so quickly. You looked up at Shoko, realizing she was saying your name.

“Y/n. Relax - I promise it won’t be like last time.”

You pause, but finally relented as you followed her out of your room.

***

You watched Shoko take a log drag from her cigarette before offering it to you. You took it from her extended hand, taking a drag and letting out a cough. It had been awhile since you smoked - back when you were still a student.

“Do you want to talk about it?” she asked.

You both were laying on separate medical bed trolleys pulled next to one another, staring up at the ceiling. You were quiet for a moment, another drag from the cigarette, a light warmth filling you.

“He looked different, but the same,” you said softly. “Like he’s stuck in time.” You glanced over to Shoko, eyes sad.

She hummed in response, eyes glancing to your’s.

“Do you still love him?”

Your silence is deafening in the room. “I don’t know. I mean, there was no one else before him. He’ll always…” Your voice trailed off then, letting out a frustrated sigh. “I think a part of me pities him.”

“I think he pities us,” Shoko muses to herself.

You look over to her again, watching her sit up as she shrugs. “We’re here - we have different beliefs, a different philosophy he finds wrong. I mean you remember those years after he left… he was relentless in trying to get us to join him. Because we were important to him at some point in his life.”

“Maybe we still are…” you murmur to yourself.

Suddenly the door to the room opened with Satoru marching in.

“Smoking on campus?” he smirks, eyeing the cigarette in your hand.

“Gojo,” Shoko greeted as he joined your side, tucking your legs over his lap. “Heard we have a new student.”

You offer the cigarette in Satoru’s direction, watching as he takes it and takes a drag. Unlike yourself, he’s perfect in his action - no coughing. You watch his cheeks hollow before a billow of smoke falls from his lips. He hands the cigarette to Shoko, who finishes it.

“Yuji Itadori, Sukuna’s vessel,” he agreed. You feel Satoru squeeze your ankle reassuringly as you recall Suguru’s words. Rumor has it Satoru’s found a vessel for Sukuna.

“I’d like to meet him,” Shoko muses. “Sukuna is powerful, what makes Yuji special…”

You sit up, legs swinging off Satoru’s lap to hang over the edge just as Satoru turns to you. “That reminds me, you're joining me tomorrow. New student.”

“Satoru I have my own students to look after.”

You watch him brush off your comment. “You students are all away on missions.”

“I still need to check-in on them.” Then: “I'll join afterwards.”

You give a defiant look and he relents. “Fine.”

Shoko scoffs, a smirk on her lips. “Only you can put Gojo in his place.”

You watch her hop down, flushing from her comment as you remember your earlier memory. You watched the dark storm outside, your thoughts drifting to Suguru as you wondered if he was out there somewhere. You cleared your throat, also jumping down.

“It’s late, I should try to get some sleep.”

“I’ll walk you back,” Satoru offered.

You agreed and said goodbye to Shoko, Satoru following beside you with his hands in his pockets. Both of you were quiet, a comfortable silence that wasn’t always familiar when in the presence of Satoru. When you reached your door you turned to say goodbye to him, only to watch him stop in front of the room across the hall from you.

“What are you doing?”

“Didn’t I tell you? I’m staying here for a bit.”

Your mouth fell open as you watched Satoru smirk at you proudly before opening his own door. “See you tomorrow, Y/n.”

And then he was gone.

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my-shields-are-down · 1 year

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Octopus 🐙

REMEMBER: ONE WORD PROMPT = CHENFORD ONE SHOT

========== Tim was driving his girls to school and work one morning.

Normally they’d hop on Franklin and zip across town missing the most of traffic, but with the first Republican Presidential candidate debates happening tonight downtown, half the main thoroughfares were blocked forcing all the locals onto the same cross town streets: Beverly, Melrose, Wilshire and Olympic. Somehow they had ended up on Melrose inching along through the design district, miscellaneous fashion houses and restaurants peppered between tourist traps and hookah lounges.

Diana, who at age 11 -soon to be 12 - was poised to rule the world, notices the sign first.

What once had been a flagship Vans store, was now transformed into a two story sushi restaurant. The second floor had been converted into an outdoor garden deck with a massive steel pergola and covered in every color cherry blossom; guests could sit in booths or at the main sashimi counter plucking raw delicacies from the ever moving track around the bar. The street facing, first floor wall once covered by floor-to-ceiling windows, now looms over pedestrians strolling by - a solid black wall of dark mahogany, broken only by a 7’ x 7’ red door and a massive digital video screen.

“Mom!” Diana gasped. “They turned on the sign - LOOK AT THAT!!”

Lucy, who has been reading boring but important work emails, turned to glance past Tim and saw a giant red octopus on the screen (see image above), it’s tentacles appearing to press up against the screen and freeze - while a black message appeared, overlaying the giant mythical beast:

寿司ー刺し身ー Tako

“Yep - Tako is the name of the restaurant and Japanese for Octopus! Mom - we HAVE to go there! We never do anything cool, and going there? Sitting up on the roof, with celebrities and influencers? Oh man, that’d be so cool!” I bet Uncle Aaron could get us a reservation there.”

Lucy and Tim share a quick smile and rolling of the eyes at their daughter who was barreling along into her teenage years desperate to be “cool” especially since her parents, apparently, had been officially deemed “not cool.”

“Di - do you even like sushi? Your nose gets all scrunched up any time your mom offers you any of her take-out?” Tim asks his daughter, internally chuckling at the image in his mind.

Whereas their eldest son had Lucy’s coloring and his height and eyes, their daughter had his mom’s gorgeous dark blond hair with copper highlights, Lucy’s eyes, smile and curves and some of Tim’s height. Their youngest, TJ, was a mix of Lucy’s Black Irish Bio-dad and Tim’s blond-Ken-doll dad. TJ’s eye shape was the only physical resemblance to Lucy. Deep, crystal clear, mossy green eyes and thick black wavy hair. Both Kai and TJ loved anything from the sea. Diana, like her Dad, was more likely to sneer out of the corners of their eyes at the sushi.

“Who says I’m going to eat anything raw? Bleah. No, I’ll eat edamame and tempura shrimp and seaweed salad and go to be near all that fame and fortune. That’s the goal - to hob and knob with people.”

Lucy turns to Tim and suppresses a giggle - “Hob. And knob” she mouths to Tim. Their girl was gearing up to give them a wild ride through their teenage years. Diana films the octopus gliding across the big screen for herself and sends a copy to her little brother because he’d love it.

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When Lucy got home that night after a relatively uneventful shift, she found the main interior lights dimmed. Her “mom hearing” lets her know her kids are all home, safe and sound. But her husband is not where she expects to find him - in the kitchen, reading the paper, with entertainment news playing quietly in the background.

She puts the take out bags on the counter, along with her purse and keys. She then moves to the secret safe in the pantry and locks her badge and gun behind the peanut butter cups. She knows Tim is home, because she parked behind his truck on the driveway, but he hasn’t yet greeted her with a hug and kiss. Weird.

The dogs, however, sensing a new person who might give them treats came rushing at her from the far corners of the house where her kids were doing whatever after dinner, they all promptly sat down when Lucy told them to, and each received a cow’s ear to chew on, heading back out to hang with their person for the rest of the night.

Each Bradford (including Tim & Lucy) adopted a pup from the pound in memory of Kojo - king of canines. A picture of Lucy, Tim and Kojo sits prominently on the fireplace mantel with the rest of the family photos.

Lucy and Tim’s dogs were a hilarious brother and sister duo - Alaskan Klee Kais who had ridiculous personalities. Think mini huskies, Tim’s dog - Vivian- and Lucy’s dog - Elvis - were polar opposites. Vivian would usually be found on the back of the sofa in the game room with the boys, front legs crossed and thrilled to be part of the action. where Elvis followed Tim around all day long whining, moaning and complaining that he was being treated unfairly. Although lately, he’d discovered a certain part of the upstairs hallway with phenomenal acoustics and like his husky cousins, would yell and howl, sounding like a siren. Now that the kids were older, Tim spent most of his days arguing with Elvis. The kids had all opted for lab mixes of various sizes, colors and hair types.

But neither Elvis nor Tim came as treats were handed out. Huh. Lucy grabbed two treats for Elvis, obviously, and started her tour of the house ending up in their TV room - originally an artists studio off of the master bedroom, which Lucy and Tim converted into their own private space away from slobbering dogs and kids to watch movies not made by Disney and make out on the super comfy sofa. Lucy found both of them sprawled out on the floor - Elvis had his head on Tim’s thigh and barely lifted his head in greeting Lucy. She noticed Tim had their infrared blanket underneath his torso and he was conked out and snoring, dead asleep at 7pm.

“God, he is so handsome.” Lucy thought to herself. Even after 15 years of marriage, three kids, 5 dogs, two chinchillas, and a tarantula, Tim was in phenomenal shape, and Lucy thought he got more handsome as he aged. At 57, he continued to look relaxed, tan and extremely happy. He smiled all the time and loved being a stay-at home dad. He now sported a dark beard with gray edges, wire rimmed glasses for reading, which Lucy found insanely sexy, and deep laugh lines around his devastating smile.

She quickly ducked into their bedroom and changed into one of his LAPD shirts and Indian sari pj bottoms before she crept into the other room and snuggled up next to her husband and spread a blanket over them and the dog.

Tim woke up 30 minutes later to the smell of jasmine (Lucy!) and mad dog chomping in his ear (Elvis….). First thing he did was reach down and reset the infrared blanket for another 60 minutes and upped the temp to 110. His back was sore from the extra effort of the day. He then next turned to Elvis, grabbed the dog’s cow ear and threw it into the hallway knowing the dog would soon follow.

Finally he turned to his bride and pulled her into his side. “Hi” he murmured. 18 years after that first roll call when they first met, he still could not believe how beautiful she was. That this gorgeous and smart and thoughtful woman gave him three astounding kids, their own menagerie of creatures great and small, and that she chose him to love and adore. He thanked his lucky stars every chance he could because this life with Lucy was so much more amazing than anything he ever dreamed possible.

“Hi”, Lucy murmurs back leaning in for her welcome home kiss. She smiles at him and he smiles at her, and she asks him - “Why are you here on the floor? Rough day?”

Tim laughs out loud, and says, “The next time TJ needs a chaperone for a field trip with 20 of his fellow first graders, please do not let me be one of the volunteers. While there were moments of hilarity - like when TJ went off on Ms. Dodson for standing too close to me. I’ll let him tell you how he defended your honor.

Today was exhausting.

Each chaperone was responsible for four first graders - four 6 year-olds. At the aquarium in Long Beach.

There was a Shark exhibit which was cool, but the focus and the reason we were there was for the octopus exhibit. There are some freaky octopi out in the ocean. (Tim shudders), if I never have to hear a random factoid about them or see one ever again, it’ll be too soon.

At one point, TJ got scared and came and sat on my foot like he does sometimes, and then without warning, I suddenly was covered in 6 year-olds. I was able to stand up and do my “hulk thing” I do with the nephews, but I couldn’t go very far, they kept falling off and I pulled something in my back and that was within the first 30 minutes . We were there for three hours. Uncle! No more kids, no more octopuses, just no more. I wanna lie here with my sweetie and her weirdly quiet dog and forget the 8-legged-aliens.”

Lucy could not stop laughing at the image in her head of Tim covered with their littlest and his classmates. She is sure Tim loved every second of it - even Ms. Dodson making him blush. Tim still got flustered when other women flirted with him.

She snuggled closer to him and said, “Oof. Then I suppose you don’t want to come downstairs and share my grilled octopus tacos from the “cool” sushi restaurant we drove past this morning? No Tako tacos for you, huh? What about two fully loaded animal-style cheeseburgers with fries from In ‘N Out with a Neapolitan shake? Would that entice you to come have dinner with me downstairs?”

Tim leans in and kisses her and says, “You asking is enough to entice me. But yeah, the burgers sound awesome. You can give Diana the Tako take out bag and maybe up our “cool” quotient. We are gonna need all the help we can get.”

#chenford #future fan fiction #tim bradford #lucy chen #tim x lucy #one word prompts #octopus #ask andrea #the rookie #i love them #things that are awesome #all fluff all day long #i'm in chenford withdrawal #is the hiatus over yet

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callsignspark · 3 months

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Elle! ⭐️⭐️⭐️

I will happily accept anything from MM! (But I’m particularly soft over the Panera chapter, if you’ve got anything you want to share from that one!)

alexa!!! 🫶💖🦐 so something I’m particularly proud of with mar[r]y me is that I’ve been dropping hints and alluding to Mary and Bradley’s happy ending in every chapter and all the one shots. (I mean we all know it’s gonna be a happy ending since the story description literally tells the audience this is the story of how they fall in love!) but all the clues are there leading up to the chapter when they say those three words, you just don’t realize it yet! and I will happily talk about the panera chapter in more detail using some lines that foreshadow their happily ever after!

They run into traffic on the highway, an accident taking four lanes down to one, and when they arrive at the restaurant, Bradley realizes Mary has fallen asleep in his front seat. - This is a super significant moment for Mary! Due to some bad past experiences she gets very nervous when other people drive, she drives 99% of the time and there are very few exceptions where she feels comfy with others behind the wheel. So for her to be able to fall asleep while he’s driving is huge! (important in ch. 11)

She had done all of that, and more, so that Danielle and Reuben could fully focus on the arrival of their newest family member without worry. - A classic MM/BB moment where she’s just being her wonderful, thoughtful self and he’s in awe of how she’s able to do it all! (important in ch. 11)

“She fell asleep on the way here, and I felt bad enough waking her up to ask what she wanted, so she’s sleeping in the car with the doors locked.” // There’s a moment of silence so long that Bradley checks to make sure he didn’t get disconnected. “Payback?” - If we were to have video of the other end of the call, we would see Reuben and Danielle Fitch looking into an invisible camera like on The Office. Those two really are Mary’s bestest friends and the siblings she always wanted her brothers to be. They continue to love and protect their girl like they have since day one!! (important in ch. 12)

“I’ll just fill it up for her after we get home.” He mutters, trying to decide whether to get two or three lemon drop cookies. - Throughout Bradley continuously refers to Mary’s rental house as “home” despite not living there and not being anything more than her friend. I’ve been dropping that usage as a subtle reference to how he feels about her, before he himself realizes the depths of his feelings. (She’s home to him. He loves her.) (important in ch. 11)

Her key is in her front pocket, and he can’t even think about trying to get it out. - Something he has no problem doing in chapter 11 👀

Her car is an overload for his senses; the interior smells like her perfume, subtle and flowery with a hint of orange. - We’ve seen how many times her perfume has thrown him for a loop. But there’s one time coming up that’s a real doozy! (important in ch. 10)

He wants to ask her, to take her out properly - dinner and a movie or something equally cliché for a first date. But every time he suggests coffee or lunch with just the two of them, hinting at it being more than friends, she turns it into a group affair. - We found out in the grocery store one shot why she keeps doing that! But no fear, Reuben and Dani keep encouraging him!

He’s trying to keep his imagination from running wild, but it’s hard when he can hear Mary humming along to his favorite Jim Croce song while she washes her hair. - I won’t say which song (I don’t think I have so far either?) but this song is a big (h u g e) moment in chapter 10!!!

She leans into the kiss he presses on her forehead, eyes closed for a moment after he pulls away. “Night, Bradley.” // “G’night, honey.” - the last lines of chapter 11 but said in a very different situation.

okay that’s it for this one!!! (I can’t do more or we’ll end up analyzing the entire chapter lol) but once MM is done I’ll have to make a post that connects all of the little hints and easter egg type things that I’ve buried in the story!!!

#thanks for this alexa!!!!#asks answered #sometimesanalice #mm fic #alexa tag 💖

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emotionalcadaver · 1 year

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Part 11: Don't Look Back

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x OC

Summary: Lucy tries to convince her family to move to someplace safer, but her brother was never one to make things easy for her.

Word Count: 4,605

Notes: I apologize for how long it’s taken me to update Lucy’s series, but I’m back! Warnings for depictions of minor character deaths, religious fanaticism, murder, blood, violence, and references to past sexual assault.

Masterlists: Main • Series • Fic

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Chapter 1: We All Fall Down

Lucy did not like London.

The city itself was fine. But the memories that the place drudged up left her on edge, nerves shot. And the closer she got to that…place, that narrow little alleyway, the closer she tattered towards an emotional meltdown.

Her mother’s home, the home she’d spent a large share of her teenage and early adult years in, was not all that far from that place.

It was with a heave of will that she pushed down the jitteriness building within her, and braved to walk those familiar roads, winding her way to the family home she’d lived in since they’d moved from Birmingham to London while in her teens. The gray stone looked perhaps the tiniest bit more beaten up than before, but everything else seemed to be utterly unchanging; right down to the street lights and moss growing over the sides of the house.

There weren’t a lot of great memories waiting for her inside.

Stealing her nerves and drawing in a deep breath, she rapped her fist twice against the wooden door. There was the sound of footsteps on the other side, then the clicks of locks being undone, and finally the door swept open.

“Lucy,” Teddy grinned at her, his head of red locks overgrown and messy. He pulled her into a great hug that squeezed her ribs.

“Hey, Teddy,” she smiled, stretching on her toes to ruffle her little brother’s hair.

“Come on in,” he stepped aside to let her inside. The interior of the house smelled like freshly baked biscuits. Very little had changed, since she’d last been there. The decor was all the same, with books and photographs crammed into every tiny space, the red and green rug faded, even the couch and armchairs in the living room were in the exact same placements as the last time she’d visited.

“How’ve you been?” she asked, shedding her coat and hat to hang on a hook.

“Not bad. You?”

“Busy,” she said. Teddy offered her another grin.

“I bet. I’ve got some more stuff for you and Thomas. Remind me before you leave and I’ll get it for you.”

“Great, thanks.”

“No problem.”

“Tommy says thanks too.”

“Glad to hear that the boss is happy,” he shot her a conspiratorial look. “Mum’s in the kitchen.”

“Hey,” her voice dropped in volume, catching his arm before he could turn to lead her to the kitchen in the back of the house. “Have you made any progress in getting them to move?”

Teddy’s smile fell. “Mum’s open to it, but…”

“Lucy.”

Her heart sank, turning to the stairs, where Elliot was standing with his hands in his pockets, lips pressed in a firm line.

“Hi, Elliot.”

“What are you doing here?”

She shrugged. “We’re in the city on business. Thought I’d come by to say hi.”

“We?” he asked. Lucy swallowed roughly.

“Me and my boss.”

“Hm.”

“Luce, come one. Come say hi to Mum,” Teddy said, tugging on her arm, steering her towards the kitchen and away from Elliot.

The kitchen was warm, pots and pans soaking in water in the sink, a kettle on the stove.

“Hi, Mum.”

Her mother was a short, slender woman, with long, curly dark red hair and green eyes that matched those of all her children. Her hair fell nearly to her waist, flowing loosely. Her eyes were lined with dark makeup, an obscene amount of rings and bracelets adorning her slim hands.

“Lucy!” she flung her arms around her only daughter in a bone crushing hug, shockingly strong for a woman so small. “Oh, my baby girl. It’s so good to see you. What are you doing in London?”

“Just a quick business thing.”

“You should have said! You and your friends are always welcome to stay here!”

Behind her, she heard Elliot scoff, brushing past her to remove the whistling kettle from the stove.

“Have you been alright?” Lucy asked, shifting from foot to foot, choosing to ignore her brother.

“Oh, yes, yes of course.”

Nodding, Lucy leaned awkwardly against the wall, then wetted her lips. “Listen, Mum, there’s something that I wanted to talk to you about.”

“Oh, here we fucking go,” Elliot growled out.

“Elliot, please,” her mother scolded, then turned attentively back to Lucy. “What is it?”

Her foot tapped anxiously against the floor. “There have been some things happening with the company lately, and I think that it would be better…safer for everyone, if maybe you and Teddy and Elliot all came up to Birmingham for a while.”

Her mother’s brows pinched. “Is everything alright?”

“Yeah,” Lucy said quickly. “Yes, of course, there’s just…there’s some things that are going to start happening here, and Tommy and I both think that it would be for the best if you got out of the city for a while.”

Her mother wasn’t stupid, nor were her brothers. But she’d never had the heart to fully tell them the truth of what she had been up to all these years in Birmingham. Teddy knew more than the other two, but not everything. Surely, her mother had to have heard the rumors, maybe even seen things in the paper, and she clearly knew that the kind of work Lucy had been doing for Tommy was morally dubious at best. But they’d never talked about it openly.

“You want us to come to Birmingham?” her mother asked, slowly. Lucy nodded.

“Just for a little while.”

“Oh, well, I suppose that would be alright–”

Elliot took a sip of the tea he’d been brewing while she got through her proposal.

“I’m not going to Birmingham,” he said. Lucy’s head snapped around to him.

“It doesn’t have to be Birmingham. You could go on holiday, all three of you. Go to…to America. You’ve always wanted to see the Statue of Liberty, right Mum? I’ll pay for it–”

“No,” Elliot set down his teacup and saucer. “I mean, that I’m not going anywhere. I’m staying right here.”

She felt her temper begin to crackle under her skin. “Elliot, it’s not safe–”

“Why not?”

Her jaw set furiously. “I can’t tell you that.”

“Then I’m not leaving.”

“For fucks sake, Elliot, could you just once do what I goddamn ask you to–”

“Don’t speak to your brother like that, Lucy,” her mother said.

“I’m not going,” Elliot finished off his tea, heading to the backdoor. “And that’s final.”

Lucy watched him go helplessly, hands hanging at her sides. “Okay, well, we can at least get you and Teddy set up at…” she trailed off at the look on her mother’s face. “Mum?”

“Lucy, I can’t leave without Elliot.”

“Mum, please–”

“I’m sorry.”

She glanced over her shoulder at Teddy, who gave her a sad, helpless shrug. A furious, frustrated growl rumbled in her throat.

“Stay here,” the back door slammed shut behind her after she pushed it open and stepped through it, storming towards where Elliot was bending over a little garden they had on the backside of the house. “What the fuck is your problem?”

“I’m not leaving my home without good reason.”

“Oh and is you might get fucking killed not a good enough reason for you?”

“Who might kill us?” he asked. “Why would they kill us?” his eyes narrowed. “Do you even have any answers? Or are you just following the orders of your boss up in Birmingham?”

“I can’t tell you without compromising–”

“You know, I’ve been reading about all of the shit he’s done, the past few years. The shit that you’ve done,” he was suddenly right up in her face. “The Devil. That’s what they call him up there, right? That’s what they’re starting to call him down around here now, too. You might’ve sold your soul to him, but I’m not about to let the rest of us be dragged down with you.”

“You don't know what you’re talking about.”

Elliot leaned back, eyes gleaming cruelly. “I know what you did. What you still do. If there is anyone who this family needs protecting from, it’s you, Lucy,” he licked his lips. “You’re a monster, a demon wearing human skin–”

“Can you please stop it with the melodramatics?”

“Oh? So you're not the one that they call the Red Demon up in Birmingham?”

She went silent, looking at him in quiet calculation. Elliot scoffed.

“None of this would have happened if you’d just stayed and done what you were told.”

“Excuse me?”

“You should have stayed here and married Matthew.”

Bile rose up in her throat at the very thought. “You would say that, knowing what he did to me?”

“It would have been better than you giving yourself away to the fucking Devil,” the next look Elliot shot her way was one of pure disgust. “I know that you’re fucking him,” at her shocked look, he laughed, humorlessly. “Please. The innocent act only works on Teddy and Mum. Not on me.”

Crossing her arms around herself, Lucy stared at him with silent dread. He sounded so much like their father, it was as if he was standing right in front of her. The very thought had a chill running up her spine. “I’ll have Tommy place protection outside the house. If you won’t leave.”

“No. We don’t need him.”

“Elliot, I’m trying to keep you all safe you daft fucking idiot!”

“If I even think that I see Peaky Blinders outside this house, I’ll chase them off with Teddy’s revolver myself,” he looked at her hatefully. “You know I’ll do it.”

“You’re going to get you all killed.”

“No, I think that would be more your fault than mine,” he turned back to the garden.

A stab of hatred flooded over her, lips pulled back from her teeth in a snarl. “Fuck you,” she hissed at him, fighting back the desire to strangle him, spinning on her heel, she began to walk towards the back door of the house.

“Dad was right, you know,” Elliot’s voice called to her from across the yard. “You really are nothing but a fucking slut.”

Her steps staggered, the breath punched from her chest for a moment at the words, throat constricting. It took a controlled, deep intake of breath to stave off the tears suddenly building behind her eyes.

She didn’t allow them to fall until she bid Teddy and her mother goodbye, walking down the gray streets all alone.

∗ ∗ ∗

Tommy was in the washroom when he heard Lucy come in, key unlocking the hotel room before the door opened, then closed behind her. Drawing the razor across his jaw in careful, calculated movements, he finished shaving his face, wiping the remnants of shaving cream off, splashing some water on his face, wiping over his chest, then drying off and pulling his shirt back on.

When he stepped out into the hotel room, Lucy had folded herself onto the windowsill, legs hugged to her chest, fingers pressed to her mouth as she stared out the window at the rapidly darkening city. Night would be upon them soon.

“Luce?”

She coughed. “Teddy collected some more information for us. Thought you might want to have a look,” she held out a bundle of papers that had been cradled in her lap to him. Tommy took the packet, glancing at her curiously as he set it down on his bed.

“Alright.”

She still wasn’t looking at him, instead keeping her head turned to the window. Settling his hands in his pockets, he tilted his head.

“How did the conversation go with your Mum?” he asked, even though by her grim mood, he could already have made a pretty good guess.

“They’re not moving,” she said. Tommy nodded.

“I’ll have men posted outside the house.”

“No. If you do, Elliot will just try to chase them off and probably get somebody shot,” she rubbed her palms together, looking down. Tommy felt his brows furrow, moving closer until he was right beside her.

“Are you okay?” there was something in her voice that he didn’t like.

“Fine.”

He cupped her chin with one hand, tilting her head back until she looked at him. Her eyes were red, clearly she’d been crying.

“Lucy…”

“Really, I’m okay.”

“We’ll figure out how to keep them safe.”

Her face twisted and Tommy cocked his head.

“What?”

“Nothing,” she scrubbed at her face. “Elliot’s just a dick.”

A flare of protectiveness built within his chest. Tommy had never even met Elliot, and yet he still held a not insignificant dislike for the man. It didn’t help that he always seemed to leave Lucy jittery with nerves and sadness, though her crying at something Elliot had said was new.

“What did he say to you?”

Lucy just shook her head stubbornly, jaw tensed in that way that he knew meant he’d have to practically pry her jaws open to get an answer. Sighing, deciding that it wouldn’t be a good time to push her, he just drew her into the circle of his arms, her head thumping against his chest while he rubbed her back.

“It’ll be okay.”

She nodded silently.

“We need to get going soon.”

“Right,” she stood from the windowsill, going to the washroom, blotting at her eyes and redoing her makeup, fluffing her curls. Tommy leaned against the doorframe, watching her with his arms crossed over his chest. Once she was done, she sat down on the end of one of the beds while he pulled his waistcoat and holster back on, the toe of her shoe rubbing against the carpet.

“Do you think that I’m a slut?”

He almost dropped his revolver as he tucked it back into the holster. “What?”

Lucy was looking at him with big eyes, face uncharacteristically vulnerable as she shrugged. Stalking across the room, he came to a stop in front of her, cupping her face in his hands.

“Of course not.”

Her breaths rattled, nodding once, eyes closing as she leaned into his touch. Tommy bent to kiss her lips, rubbing a dark red curl between his fingers.

“Besides, who said that there’s anything wrong with that?”

That got a tiny laugh from her, eyes darting down, to his relief a bit of life returning to her cheeks. Taking both her hands in his, he pulled her to her feet, enjoying the way that she bumped against his chest.

“Come on, let’s go cause some trouble.”

∗ ∗ ∗

“Lucy, there’s a phone call for you.”

She glanced up from her papers, frowning. “For me? Or for Tommy?”

“For you,” Polly whisked around her. “It’s your brother.”

“Oh.”

“Phone in the back.”

“Thanks,” she put down her pen and stood, squeezing around the other men in the betting shop to get to the phone in the backroom. Picking it up, she held it to her ear. “What’s going on, Teddy?”

“It’s Elliot.”

She started. Never before had Elliot called her. Never. It was always only Teddy or her mother.

“Where’s Teddy?”

She listened as the voice spoke on the other end, a numbness seizing her bones, leaving her cold. She might have mumbled out something that could have been considered some form of instructions, or she might have just hung up the phone without an answer; she wasn’t sure, staggering back to the kitchen and slumping down into a chair.

“Oh, good lord,” Polly looked up from the kettle of tea she was making. “What’s wrong with you?”

The floorboards creaked, Tommy stepping in from the front sitting room and into the kitchen, swiping a cigarette across his lips.

“My brother just died,” Lucy said numbly, and Polly froze.

“What?” Tommy said, moving to squat down in front of her. Lucy fumbled to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear.

“Yeah, he, um, Elliot just called me. I guess he was following someone, and the man noticed, confronted him about it…things got out of hand, someone pulled a gun…”

Tommy’s hand moved to rest on her knee, pressing circles in through the material of her slacks. “I’m so, so sorry, love.”

Polly went to close the double doors to the main part of the shop. Tommy rose to remove the kettle as it started to shriek.

“Which one is Teddy?” Polly asked Tommy in a hushed whisper as she moved to help him with the tea. “Is he the one she likes, or the one she doesn’t get along with?”

“The one she likes,” Tommy said, plucking the teacup from Polly and bringing it over to sit in front of Lucy. She stared down at her hands, the tiniest of tremors having found its way into her fingertips.

“I have to go back to London,” she said. Tommy nodded.

“Of course.”

“I should–I should see about moving Mum and Elliot closer…”

“One thing at a time, love. I’ll come with you.”

“Tommy, we need you here–” Polly began to bristle.

“You can manage a few days without me. Besides, we need to look into this man Teddy had a conflict with,” he took Lucy’s hands pulling her from her seat. “Come, let’s get you some fresh air.”

“Tommy–!”

“Not right now, Polly,” he said sternly, guiding Lucy with a firm arm around her to the door.

They stepped out onto the gray street, Tommy ushering her away from the betting shop, around a corner, and then into a secluded alley. And there, without the pressures of needing to appear stoic and strong in front of Polly or the public, she let her head fall forward onto Tommy’s chest, and began to weep.

∗ ∗ ∗

“I need to go see my Mum,” Lucy said, looking out over the expanse of the river from where they were standing on the road. Tommy cocked his head, hand reaching out to brush against hers.

“Do you want me to come with you?”

“No, I think it better if I go alone,” she tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, wrapping her arms around herself and offering him a weak smile.

“I’ll go see what I can find about the man who killed him.”

“Divide and conquer, then? Meet back at the hotel around noon?”

“Alright,” he stooped to press a quick kiss to her lips. “Be careful.”

“You too.”

She started to walk down the road. When she looked over her shoulder, it was to find him still staring after her, hands shoved into his pockets and frowning. But upon her giving him a little smile and wave, his lips tilted upwards. She could feel his eyes on her until she rounded the corner. As she moved further and further away from Tommy, her smile fell, head hanging as she sniffed.

The house seemed to loom over her more than normal; its shadow dark and cold as it cast over her. Lucy gulped as she pulled the spare key Teddy had given her from her pocket, and opened the door. The hinges screamed.

“Mum?” she called out as she closed the door behind her. “Elliot?” Baskets full of flowers and baked bread were stacked neatly in the living room, the odor from the flowers sickly sweet and pungent. There was the sound of footsteps clattering down the stairs, and then a figure was flying at her, arms outstretched towards her throat.

“You! This is your fault! This is all your fault! You disgusting whore!” Elliot was screaming as he threw himself at her. Lucy’s back collided with the door, hands barely managing to catch at his wrists before they would have wrapped around her throat.

“Elliot!”

“He’s dead, he’s dead because of you!”

She lifted her knee to crash into his stomach, and he doubled over coughing, then choked as her next punch struck him directly in the throat, leaving him to collapse to the floor. Stepping over him, she rested a foot on his chest, pushing him down roughly into the hardwood.

“Don’t ever come at me like that again.”

Elliot looked up at her with hateful eyes, but made no other move to attack her. With a deep breath, she removed her foot to allow him to sit up.

“Where’s Mum?”

Elliot didn’t say anything, instead just rubbing his throat. Rolling her eyes, Lucy stepped past him and headed into the kitchen.

Her mother was seated in her rocking chair in the corner of the little breakfast nook, staring out the window. Her red hair was tangled, clothes wrinkled and rumpled. The rocking chair creaked back and forth, back and forth.

“Mum,” Lucy said, quietly, taking a cautious step forward. When she didn’t respond, Lucy knelt down in front of her, grasping her hands. “Mum?”

“Oh, Lucy,” her mother said, as if waking from a daze. “Lucy, you’re here.”

“Yeah, I am,” she stroked some of her mother’s hair away from her face. “Are you okay?”

Her mother’s bottom lip started to tremble. “They don’t know–the police don’t know–”

“I know. It’ll be okay,” she said, raising to hug her mother.

“Oh, I’m so glad you’ve come home.”

They parted. “Have you eaten?”

“O-oh, no.”

“How about some of the bread and jam your neighbors have sent you?”

“Alright, I suppose so.”

She went back into the living room, snatching a loaf and a container of dark purple jam from one of the baskets. Elliot had pulled himself to his feet, and he followed her back into the kitchen. Lucy scraped a knife over the slices of bread, smearing the jam before passing a slice to her mother.

“Mum,” she crouched down in front of her again. “I know you probably don’t want to hear this right now, but after the funeral, I thought maybe you could come stay with me in Birmingham for a while. You and Elliot. Or maybe you could go out into the countryside. Join up with the caravan with your kin.”

“I said no, Lucy,” Elliot growled. But her mother looked tempted.

“Wait, Elliot, maybe…maybe Lucy’s right.”

“No.”

“But-”

“I am the man of this house. What I say goes. And it certainly isn’t going to be superseded by a disgusting slut.”

“Elliot that is enough! You do not speak to your sister like that!”

“I don’t want her at the funeral,” he growled. “It’s her fault Teddy’s dead! She has no right to go!”

“That is not–”

“No, he’s right,” Lucy said, voice quiet. “I shouldn’t go.”

“Oh, my Lucy, no. Please, come,” her mother reached for her hand, choking on tears. “Teddy would have wanted you to come.”

“That’s sweet of you to think, Mama,” she said as gently as she could. “But I don’t want to cause any problems,” she shot a glance at Elliot. If she went to the funeral, there was almost bound to be a fight between them; be it during or after. That was the last thing that her mother needed right now.

“I’m sure that it has nothing to do with you being unable to step foot inside a church, does it?” Elliot sneered. Lucy rolled her eyes.

“I’m not a fucking vampire, Elliot, I can walk in a church just fine,” thought honestly, she didn’t particularly enjoy it. Churches made her uncomfortable. Reaching out, she combed her fingers through her mother’s hair. “Think about what I said about leaving, okay?”

Her mother nodded wordlessly, and she stooped to kiss her cheek. She caught at Lucy’s hand, holding onto her with a grip like iron. “Lucy, don’t go.”

“I have to, right now, okay? But I’ll be back. I’ll come see you after the funeral,” it took a long moment before her mother loosened her grip on her and nodded. Straightening, Lucy left the kitchen, heading back to the front door.

“We’re not leaving,” Elliot insisted, following her.

“We’ll see.”

“Where are you going?”

“I have things to do.”

“Things with the Devil?”

“Things like tracking down Teddy’s killer. I’ll see you later,” she closed the door before he could say anymore.

∗ ∗ ∗

“You’re really not going to go to the funeral?” Tommy asked, lighting her cigarette for her as they stood at the edge of the park, the shadows of the tree above them almost completely hiding them from view. Lucy shook her head.

“No, I don’t think so. Elliot doesn’t want me to. It would just cause unnecessary problems,” she took a puff of her cigarette. “I’ll pay my respects later,” there were times where the grief that she had attempted to shove down, at least until these issues with Teddy’s killer and her mother and brother were resolved, started crawling up her throat and she had to swallow it back down, voice choking around it.

Tommy put a hand on her hip, letting her lean backwards until his chest met her back, arms going around her. Lucy closed her eyes. They were alone in the park, it well past midnight. The whole area was secluded and not often traveled. There would be no risks of interruptions.

A car drove up to stop at the edge of the park, and two of their men stepped out, the silhouettes of their caps clear in the dim light of the streetlamp. Tommy coughed, letting her go as the men went around to the trunk, popping it open and pulling out a figure, bound and gagged, and beginning to drag him along the grass to them. He groaned as they tossed him at their feet.

“Thank you, boys,” Tommy pulled from his coat pocket a wad of bills that he split in half, handing each to the men. They nodded in silent respect, went back to get into their car, and drove off. Lucy squatted down in front of the man, her head tilting. It hadn’t been all too hard to find him. There were plenty of witnesses to the altercation between him and Teddy. After that, it was just asking around, learning which pubs he liked to frequent, then sending some of their boys to pick him up.

“Hello, Mr. Larry Baxter,” Tommy said in that deep purr of his. “Do you know who we are?”

Baxter shivered in his bonds, eyes darting from one to the other, then nodded.

“Good. Do you know why you are here?”

Baxter hesitated only a moment, then nodded.

“Good,” Tommy reached into his coat, pulling his revolver from its holster. “Would you like to do the honors, or shall I?” he asked her.

“I want to do it,” Lucy said, staring down at Baxter in silent, shivering rage. Tommy held out the grip of the gun to her. Taking it with one hand, she plucked from her lips her cigarette, giving it to him. Tommy brought it to his lips casually, watching lazily as she approached Baxter. Raising the gun to aim at one of his eyes, she cocked it.

Her brother had been shot in the face. The funeral would be a closed casket one, considering the extent of the damage.

An eye for an eye.

She pulled the trigger, and blew a bullet directly through his eye, into his skull. Blood and brains splattered onto the green grass.

Green and red. Like the faded rug in her mother’s living room.

Tommy took the gun from her, sliding it back under his coat. His hand touched her hair, massaging the base of her skull.

They weighed Baxter down with stones and tossed him into the river. And as they walked home Lucy let her head rest against Tommy’s shoulder, the scent of blood still lodged deeply in her nose, the taste of the salty tears rolling down her cheeks on her lips.

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During pandemic, is it possible to witness Frontliners who are about to pop going into labour and finally give birth in their PPEs while they still need to serve the patients ?

A PPE being a slightly more casual version of a hazmat suit? Fuck yeah, we can.

It'd been nearly two weeks since the epidemic went global, and the government had declared an 'all hands on deck' situation at every local hospital and clinic in the tri-state area. It didn't matter what a healthcare provider's age, gender, or work status might be; if they were healthy, they were expected to be doing shifts somewhere to keep up with the growing need.

And apparently a provider's current state of pregnancy didn't matter either if your own condition or that of several of your fellow nurses said anything.

You and at least two other heavily pregnant Frontliners waddled through the halls of an overpopulated city hospital, your bellies straining the front of your PPE suits to the limit as you struggled to keep up with the patients assigned to you. The fully enclosed suit sealed you inside of its protective antimicrobial fabric, leaving only your face visible behind a thick sheet of clear plastic. The powered, belt-mounted respirator took some getting used to, but at least you gained some small comfort knowing that you breathed filtered air.

You'd been drafted into a large quarantine section under heavy lock-down-- meant to keep infected patients from escaping and with all interior methods of communication cut off to prevent the outside world from realizing how dire the situation had grown. Staff was stretched thin with only a few to a wing as it was, and every set of hands mattered when every room held as many beds and patients that could possibly be jammed inside. It was the same hospital you'd left on maternity leave only a short while before, but even with your due date fast approaching, you couldn't bear to leave your coworkers hanging.

Though you couldn't help wondering what idiot had put together your current staff roster.

You kept catching Jenny, one of your trio, grabbing at her swollen abdomen on occasion, but she kept insisting that she was fine. Marisha, a heavily pregnant pediatric nurse who made up the remainder of your group, paused to rub at the small of her back every few minutes but merely shook her head and shot you a strained smile through her mask when you asked how she was doing.

You'd probably do the same if anyone asked you a similar question. The Braxton Hicks contractions you'd been feeling on and off all afternoon were only growing worse, and you feared that they weren't quite as harmless as you initially thought.

None of you were 'fine', but what choice did you have but to press on towards the end of your shift?

Six hours. You could make it six more hours.

It was Marisha who was the first to succumb to your silent, shared suffering, letting out a pained groan as she curled over the handle of her crash cart and clutched at her gravid middle. "Oh fuck," she whimpered, instinctively dropping into a half squat in the middle of the hallway. "Oh fuck, I think it's coming!"

"What's coming?" you asked, though you had a sinking feeling that you already knew the answer. It only took a glance between her legs to spot the bulge of what could only be an emerging infant's head.

"I've-- I've tried to hold it back, but I can't do it anymore." Marisha groaned, her head falling back as she grimaced in pain. "I need to push!"

Grabbing her arm, you tried to pull her upright as you looked frantically up and down the hallway for someone who could help you get her out of quarantine and somewhere safe to give birth. With the threat of the virus looming overhead, there's no way she could take off her PPE without exposing herself and her baby to its virulent effects. But the three of you were the only staff currently assigned to this area. "You can't push, Mars! Not here, not now!"

"I don't have a choice-- I've got to push!" she wailed, her back arching as she instinctively bore down. "This baby is coming!"

Shit. You turned to seek out Jenny, desperate for her assistance, but found the other nurse slumped against a nearby counter and panting softly. She offered you a weak smile. "My water broke a couple of hours ago," she admitted, just before her belly visibly quaked and tightened under the grip of a powerful contraction. The young woman grunted and sank into a squat of her own, her arms wrapping around the large mound of her belly. "I think… I think it won't be long for my twins and me, either."

Marisha cried out again, widening her stance as more of the baby slid out of her, distending the crotch of her PPE with its emerging bulk. "Oh god, oh god, I can't get him out!"

You'd just opened your mouth to beg her to stop when your uterus suddenly contracted with punishing force at the same time that an odd, heavy pressure filled your pelvis from within. You nearly staggered, grasping blindly for the edge of the counter as dawning horror filled your mind.

No amount of screaming on your part would permeate the thick walls and locked doors of this quarantine wing, and you weren't due to be relieved for six more hours.

If another overworked staff member didn't happen to enter your wing soon and find the three of you, Marisha wouldn't be the only one giving birth in her PPE.

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Killian Bones 01

In honor of the start of Spooky Season, I give you this monstrosity. Read at your own risk. Remember, it contains skeletons. As do you...

*****

One - No One Ever Goes There

The house at the end of the lane had always been empty.

It had sprung into being a ramshackle two-story farmhouse with peeling paint and sagging roof, windows shattered into sharp teeth that framed a black void within.

It sat alone at the edge of the forest, the only house at the end of the unnamed lane that was the only access to the cemetery.

When asked about it, Regina had been confused, as though she’d had no knowledge of this house despite living in Storybrooke for some thirty years. Her brows had pinched, and she’d stared out the window of her office for a long moment before Emma’s concerned query drew her out of her reverie. A glitch in the curse, she’d said at last. A bit of stray magic, creating a spare house. Nothing to worry about, Regina had continued. No one ever goes there.

Until now.

Killian had been on shift at the station with David when he’d gotten the call: while visiting a grave, the caller had heard noises coming from the empty house. Voices. Loud thuds.

A scream.

David was already out, handling a disturbance on the opposite side of town. So Killian had grabbed the keys to the second cruiser, as well as his scabbard and shoulder holster, shot off a quick message to let David know where he was off to, then headed to the empty house.

It was only dusk when Killian pulled up the cracked and overgrown drive, but this close to the forest, it seemed far darker. The house squatted in the middle of a weed-choked clearing, its empty windows dark pits that revealed nothing of the interior.

If Killian had been a modern man, familiar with horror movie cliches, he may have been more hesitant about going inside alone. But the family movie nights he’d shared with Emma and Henry had never included scary movies. To him, this was simply a derelict, and someone may be hurt inside.

Killian dug out his flashlight, a little clip-on that he could attach to his lapel so his hand remained free, then buckled on his scabbard. Last, he checked his gun. He was about to slip it into the holster, but hesitated when the back of his neck prickled. He turned towards the house, trying to catch whoever was watching him.

But there was no movement in any of the windows. The house remained silent. Even the expected creaks of the house settling were absent.

Gun still in hand, Killian carefully climbed the porch, which sagged alarmingly under his weight. The screen door hung off its hinges, and the creak it made when Killian pulled it open was unnaturally loud in the silence. The wooden inner door opened at his touch and swung soundlessly inward.

Killian peered into the gloom, seeing what looked like a little mudroom lined with a moldering rug of indeterminate color. He couldn’t work out what lay beyond.

He held his breath, ears straining to pick up any sounds. Nothing. “This is Deputy Jones!” he called out. “If you need assistance, please respond!”

He waited, either for an answer or the wound of a fleeing squatter. Since the Land of Untold Stories had emptied into Storybrooke, there were more than a few refugees turning up in unexpected places.

For a moment, nothing. Then came a muffled thump from somewhere in the depths of the house. Something was definitely here.

No one ever goes there.

Killian took a deep breath and stepped inside.

****

A few minutes later, there was a single gunshot, which startled several roosting birds into flight.

Then, silence.

***

Emma woke to a feeling of dread. She shook her head, trying to dispel the last vestiges of the dream she’d been having, one she could no longer recall but had filled her with terror. She instinctively reached for Killian, seeking his warmth to sooth her fears.

But she found only cool sheets. Emma opened her eyes, staring in confusion at the empty spot on the bed. She rolled over to check the clock on her nightstand, and her anxiety spiked.

It was after two in the morning. Killian should have been home hours ago. Where was he?

She was fumbling for her phone when she heard the doorknob turn and the door slowly open. “Killian?” she asked, barely a whisper. The cloying dread had caught in her throat, snaring her voice.

“Sorry, Love, I didn’t mean to wake you,” Killian said, voice equally soft. Each word was accompanied by a soft clicking sound she couldn’t identify.

Emma nearly collapsed in relief. She’d woken when she heard him downstairs. It wasn’t some dark omen of impending doom, just her husband being held up at work and coming home late. “S’alright,” she mumbled. “Busy night?’

She heard Killian walk over to his side of the bed, and felt it dip beneath his weight as he sat. Odd, he hadn’t paused to undress.

He seemed to be considering her question carefully. “Not really,” he said at last. More clicks. And his voice sounded muffled, as if he was speaking from a great distance rather than across the bed from her.

“You’re late.”

“Am I? I must have lost track of the time.” The covers shifted as he slid beneath them. “I hope I didn’t worry you.”

“No, I understand. It’s all part of the job.” Emma started to reach for him. And stopped as the feeling of dread returned. What the hell had she dreamt about, to make her reluctant to touch her husband? She shook her head, telling herself she was being ridiculous.

But she still found herself putting as much distance between them as she could.

***

The alarm went off far too early. Emma grunted and rolled over, wanting nothing more than to burrow under the blankets and escape her responsibilities.

“Swan, ‘larm,” Killian mumbled.

Emma emerged from the blankets with great reluctance. If she didn’t shut off the alarm, Killian would lunge over her and knock it off the stand to silence it. And then she rolled back over.

It took her sleep-fogged brain a moment to process what she was seeing: resting on her husband’s pillow was a cream-colored oval with two wide, empty sockets and a rictus smile. Her breath caught as the skull’s jaw dropped open, and it said in that hollow approximation of her husband’s voice, “Emma? Is something wrong?” Its jaw clicked shut with every word.

“This is some kind of joke, right?” Emma asked, yanking the blanked away to find the speaker that had to be there. A nearly complete skeleton rested beneath the blanket; only its left hand was missing. “Did David put you up to this? Because it’s not funny.”

She didn’t see any kind of speaker, nor anything that could make the skeleton move.

“What do you mean?” it asked. “I haven’t seen your father since yesterday evening.”

“I mean it, Killian. Stop this right now!”

Magic, then, right? It had to be some kind of magic.

Emma forced herself to touch it, to see if she could sense the magic animating it. But the moment she came into contact with it, she yanked her hand back. There was magic, all right, and it didn’t feel like anything she’d ever encountered before. It felt…sick, and she wiped her hand on the sheet to rid herself of the sensation.

And even worse, the skeleton didn’t feel like plastic.

It felt alive.

The skeleton abruptly sat up, vertebrae twisting and ribs heaving with the effort.

Emma was going to throw up.

It turned to look at her with those empty sockets. “Swan? What’s wrong?”

The skeleton was Killian.

“Emma! Please, talk to me!”

Emma started to scream.

~tbc~

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Atlanta Wedding Photographers Capture Day of Celebrating Love between two Special People

The last couple of months I have been behind on this Atlanta wedding photographer’s blog! We have been very busy and we have had some memorable weddings. This week’s blog is on Trent and Leandro’s wedding held south of Atlanta at Flat Creek Country Club.

Flat Creek Country Club is located near Newnan, Georgia. They have an expansive outdoor space next to the golf course, there are bridges and hills that make for beautiful photo locations. The outdoor ceremony area is simply breathtaking. A cobbled walkway and wisteria covered stone and pine arbor brings you to a beautiful altar overlooking a hillside with a flowing creek at the hill base. The reception space has two very open areas. One is on the lower level with a bar and an area to sit with tables or stand by hightops so you can enjoy cocktails and hors d'oeuvres. There is even a balcony on the side so you can enjoy some fresh air and look over the 18th hole. The other is the open area upstairs close to the kitchen. There you have plenty of space for dancing and dining tables. Since it is so open with no interior walls you have many options on how to layout your Atlanta wedding.

I was recommended to Trent and Leandro by their officiant Jarrett Key. They were looking for photographers and Jarrett suggested me since he saw that I did gay weddings and he liked my style of photography. We set up a group call and chatted on what they were looking for in wedding photos and coverage. After a few laughs they gave me the honor of being their Atlanta wedding photographer.

Trent and Leonardo met while doing a play in New York, starting out as coworkers and friends then falling in love. They moved together to a couple of cities up north and ended up moving in together in Atlanta. They had weathered a few storms such as new job locations, moves and COVID. They knew each other very well and finally when the time was right. They wanted to get married and have a wedding where they can share their love with all their family and friends. Let me tell you that they had some of the most thoughtful and caring friends that anyone could have.

The big day came and I got to the wedding very early so I could walk the grounds and look for photo locations. The weather could not have been better! When I got there the tables were basically set up and the grooms were getting ready with their friends. Jarrett was there with his twin brother John Key from New York getting ready with Leanrdo in a side room with a golfing game and couches so the groomsmen could enjoy snacks and drinks before the wedding. Trent was upstairs with his mom and sister getting ready in another room. About two hours before the wedding, it was time for the first look. I got Trent to go downstairs in front of the event hall and had him face the wedding ceremony area. Leonardo got the signal to come down and walk up behind him and tap him on the shoulder which was Trent’s cue to turn around. It was so nice to see them see each other for the first time in their tailored outfits. That is when I got to see them being so thoughtful to each other and I could tell they were best friends and were in love. They were so excited to get the day started! After the first look we did the family photos and a few group shots before the guests arrived. It helped a lot that they were so organized and the family and friends were so supportive.

It was time for the wedding. The guests arrived and walked down to the framed ceremony area overlooking the brook and golf course. There were guests from all over the United States from Hawaii to New Haven Connecticut. As the guests were being seated the bridal party came over from the event space from the rear so no one could see them. They lined up by the steps. Jarrett came down first since he was the officiant. Then Trent came down with his mom. Then the rest of the wedding party followed. Finally Leanrdo came down with his mom. Jarrett greeted the guests and gave some beautiful anecdotes on love and shared some funny stories on when Leandro and Trent first met. Then Al and Jocelyn Heartley, close friends of the couple shared a few entertaining and insightful stories. Then it was time for Samara Goldberg, a friend from when they worked theater together to sing a wonderful song to the guests that brought tears to a few eyes. Then Dallas Estes, a friend from when Trent was in school read a poem for the couple. My favorite part of the ceremony though were the vows Trent and Leandro read to each other. They were sincere, funny and heartfelt. After all the weddings I have gone to I admit I got a little misty too. After the vows Jerrett gleefully pronounced them as a married couple!

Then everyone headed to the lower reception area where guests were served some tasty hors d'oeuvres, cocktails and drinks. There were a lot of people catching up since they had not seen each other in a while. After about an hour or so it was time for dinner and the guests went to the upper reception area for dinner. Guests enjoyed great food and conversation throughout the meal. Then the sisters toasted their brothers while everyone was seated. Like at every wedding there was also the first dance. They were having so much fun! The mothers came out after the first dance and danced with their sons. Then as an extra twist Trent and Leandro danced with each other’s moms. Just then the music picked up and then all the guests started to dance!

I was truly honored to be a small part of their special day celebrating the love between two people. They held up supportive friends and family who would do anything for such special and loving people. Congrats Trent and Leandro

Thanks for checking out this Atlanta wedding photographers blog! I hope you enjoyed the read and found it interesting and helpful! Make sure you keep coming back to our blog to see what the Atlanta wedding photographers at Atlanta Artistic Weddings get up to! If you’d like to contact me go to the contact page and drop me a line at https://www.atlantaartisticweddings.com/contact-atlanta-wedding-photographer. I would love to hear from you!

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