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blackwatch-gwyn-active · 4 years

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It's You (Poly!PharMercy x Reader / Poly!McHanzo x Reader)

PharMercy-

Angela’s POV

Wow, I looked at Fareeha’s arms and I was surprised to see my name. I mean, I knew since we were kids but this was a first for even me. What was the most surprising was that most people only have 1 name on their arm but we both had a special name on our left arms, the name of our second soulmate, (Y/N). We were not expecting to really meet them because the odds of meeting them were going to be slim yet fate has a funny way of showing it.

“Pharah, what is the status of your fuel reserves?” I ask her as I was patching up Reinhardt for battle against Talon’s agents.

“It is fine for the moment Mercy but there is a problem, I see a few civilians that look to be possibly injured about 300 meters from you, I will get McCree with them until you arrive. I think one of them is trying to help those that are injured but I am trying to hold off the riff-raff as long as possible.” she radios back as I worry but know that she can handle herself, she was once a part of the Egyptian army and she was one of the best soldiers we have in Overwatch.

“Go to her, Dr. Ziegler, we will handle this from here.” I hear the loud laughter of Reinhardt and I rush off, thanking him.

I rushed off but not before I hear someone yell, “Look out!” Only to turn and see a young person pushing me out of the way of flying bullets from Reaper’s guns. They took the worse amount of damage, a few bullets lodged in their back but it was on their arms that shocked me; In black ink was the names Fareeha Amari and Angela Ziegler. It was as if the world stopped moving and that my blood ran cold.

“(Y/N), shhh, stay with me.” I whispered as they were coughing up blood, not realizing that my arms were showing their name.

“I am glad I got to meet you, Ms. Ziegler.” They were coughing more as I finally managed to stop the extra bleeding as I radio to Fareeha.

“Fareeha, we need assistance down here, causality to a civilian, you have to see this.” I am breathless as I look at them.

“Shh, it's ok, Fareeha will be here soon and she will take you to safety.” I whisper as I see a blurb of blue land by me and when she sees her name, I could feel the anger from her even being about 5 feet from her.

“Angela, take them to safety, I will clear out the riff-raff and I don’t want them anymore harmed.” She says through gritted teeth as she takes off and I call for Reinhardt to assist me and carrying them.

“Justice rains from above!” is heard along with many explosions as I see Reinhardt rush with (Y/N) and I to the dropship.

“It’s ok, min kärlek, rest, you are safe now.” I whispered as they were put on a medical bed and I started my work, saying a silent prayer that we would not lose our beloved as quickly as we had found them.

***Time Skip***

2 hours of surgery and many cups of coffee later, I finally was able to sit and look into their condition but was surprised to see a sleeping Fareeha holding their hand as she tightly held it, refusing to let go even in her sleep. I leaned against the wall and smiled before going to fetch her a cup of tea for her, knowing she must be parched from her long day.

“Min Soldat...wake up.” I whispered as she slowly woke up and looked at me with loving eyes until she looked at them.

“It's hard to believe that they were near us all along. They were the one I saw helping the injured from the rubble until you arrived.” She says with a smile as I look at them too.

“Ja, they pushed me out of the way of Reaper’s bullets, resulting in their current condition. I am just glad the bullets missed any vital organs or nerves.” I whispered as she nodded.

“Malak, they are just like us, defending the innocent and helping those they love...They are a true hero...they are our wali batal.” she says with a small smile as I sit by her and hold her hand, nodding as we await for you love to wake up, ready to start our new life with them.

McHanzo-

*Hanzo’s POV*

It was supposed to be a routine mission: get in, get the information, get out but someone had to be an idiot and cause a distraction. Only Jesse McCree could cause such a problem but what can I say, we are soulmates. But there is one person missing from our little group, the 2nd name on both of our arms. That name is (Y/N), our 2nd soulmate.

“I said I was sorry.” I heard him say behind me as I roll my eyes and changed my bandages for the 2nd time that day. The last mission turned out to be that Jesse cannot keep quiet, giving away our location and I got grazed with a bullet on the arm.

“I said I forgive you but you still need to learn to keep yourself under control. Lena was almost killed because of your actions and she would have been fatally wounded if it had not been for Hana, Satya and Zenyatta.” I reminded him as he pouted and sat down beside me, assisting me if needed.

“Do you think they are out there, Hanners?” I heard him ask me as I sighed and looked at the arm that hold their name and I let out another sigh.

“We can only hope, huckleberry.” I whispered as we tried to relax. We met when the recall happened so we were both surprised that we have yet to meet the 3rd member of our little love triangle but like all things, it takes time and it will come when it is ready.

“I am going to get some whiskey, are you coming for a drink?” He asked me as I shook my head and prepared to meditate.

“I will be here when you get back.” I informed him as he nodded, kissed my temple and left me alone to think. But before I could meditate, both my dragons appeared and they looked a curious as their master’s mate was about the missing mate.

“Do not worry great spirits of the southern wind. All will come to pass when time is ready for it.” I say with some sorrow in my voice but I know it is because I share the same fear. What if they do not want to be stuck with a ex-clan leader and an outlaw as lovers? What if they do not love him like he hopes they do. With that thought in mind, he gets up and prepares to go to town, just to clear his mind.

***Slight Time Skip***

He saw happy couples running around and holding each other and he felt a bit jealous. He loves Jesse with every fiber of his being but without (Y/N), he still felt like he was missing part of himself. He hummed softly to a nameless tune as he watched his surroundings. Yet, as he then turned a corner near a ramen shop, he heard a gentle song being sung near him and he was drawn in like a moth to a flame. He knew the song as one that he has heard Genji talked about, it was an older song but the part that he was more drawn to was how their voice not only explained the story but still held hope.

“Thousands of cherry blossoms dwindling in the light. Though I can’t hear your voice, keep what I say in mind- This bouquet that surrounds is iron poison, see, looking down at us from that big guillotine. Darkness has just engulfed the universe we know the lament that you sing can’t reach ears anymore. We are still far away from reaching clear blue skies. Go ahead, keep shooting, with that ray gun, Fight!”

He was drawn in and then he saw a person who was dressed as a westerner but the way they were handling a bow reminded him of his days in his youth. He took a step and landed on a stick but before he could react, he saw an arrow fly past his face, missing him by mere centimeters.

“Have you come for information regarding my soulmates because if so, I will put you in the grave first before I allow either of them to be harmed.” He drew his own bow and was prepared to fight them but when he saw their arms, he was shocked.

On one arm was the name Jesse McCree and the other was surprisingly mine, Hanzo Shimada.

“Answer me assassin...have you come to hold me as ransom because I will go down fighting before I allow harm to come to either name on my very arms.” They said with some vengeance in their voice as I lower my bow but had no problem returning it to stance if need be.

“You would protect a ex-clan leader and a man who had ties with Deadlock Gang...why?” I asked and they growled as I then hear what I was not prepared to hear.

“I have lost enough as it was! I lost my family, my friends and I should be dead but as long as I have these two names on my arms, I will fight to my last breath to keep them alive. Both Shimada-Sama and McCree will live even if it cost me my own life!” They yelled as they started to shake from what I could have guessed as either rage or fear. Before I could answer in kind, both dragons went to them on their own accord and circled their master’s mate, surprising them.

“Wait...If this is what I think it is...then you must...Hanzo?” They ask as I walk to the light and before I could respond, I hear another familiar voice.

“Hanners?” I turned to see McCree at the end of the alleyway and were surprised to see the dragons surrounding this new person but suddenly connected the pieces when he sees their arms. “Is that...them?” He asks as I nod.

“Yes, Airashī Baka...That is our soulmate.” I say as I kneel down and I am surprised by what I see.

“Anata, you are not harmed are you?” I asked as they shake their head and are shaking from what I could guess is crying. McCree kneels down and sees the the same person that we see. They have fought to keep us safe no matter where we were and yet, even faced with possible death, they would die to keep us safe.

“Howdy (Y/N), its nice to see a face finally with a name.” He smiles as they wipe their eyes and look at him.

“Now don’t be surprised Darlin’, we have been looking for ya for an awful long time.” He holds them and pulls me in as we tell them that soon, we will all go home together and for the first time in a long time, I can truly be happy. We have our family together and we will do anything to protect each other; until death do us part.

PharMercy:

*min kärlek- my love

*Min Soldat- My Soldier

*Malak- Angel

*Wali Batal- Guardian Hero

McHanzo:

*Anata- You (mostly used as familiar ‘You’ but can also be used for a significant other/Similar to honey or sweetie)

*Airashī Baka- Loveable Idiot

#poly mchanzo #poly pharmercy #overwatch x reader #overwatch imagines

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spnsaay · 4 years

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SPN 1x08: Bugs

Ok I know everyone hates this episode but..... FUCK BUGS!! I personally don’t mind bugs other than spiders (CANNOT do spiders) but like a lot of them would definitely be the worst thing. The whole indigenous peoples story is definitely cheesy af (not to ignore how serious the relocation of indigenous people is) but also everything does tie together and the case to Winchester family life connection!! SAM FINALLY GETS AN EPISODE (that’s not all about Jess)!!!!!! I seriously loved seeing both the brothers realizing that they both had the situation wrong and I loved that we got to learn so much about their family history. Back to the whole bugs bit..... nasty bruh and also scary tbh! Unfortunately the climax of the episode was poorly done, since it went from midnight to dawn in like 20 minutes and also no one died even though everyone else prior to that died super fast.

Episode Type and Location: Case; Oasis Plains, OK

Contribution to Season Arcs: At the end of the episode they talk about really wanting to find John.

Contribution to Show Arcs: Sam’s relationship with his father, always being the ‘freak’ of the family, feeling different and like an outcast. Dean’s unjustified commitment towards family regardless of how they treat each other.

Sam: Once again we hear that Sam doesn’t approve of pool hustling and credit card scams as a means of income, lol. Also he felt quite the need to prove himself when Dean insinuated that he was too scared to go down into the sinkhole Dustin fell into. He also didn’t think twice about picking up a tarantula and holding it for a long time....... could not be me...... Aside from all of that, we see that Sam prefers or respects normal, wanted to do normal things instead of learn hunting skills, thinks college is a great option to get away from family, felt like he disappointed his dad, was made to feel like a freak by his dad for wanting normal things, felt thrown away by his father, definitely talked back to his dad, and added to the separation by not answering the phone. However by the end of the episode we see him wanting to apologize to his dad for the stuff he said.

Dean: Dean watches Oprah! And he’s all about fun and easy. He goes for the hustleing/scamming, free food, and messes with Sam by slapping his ass and calling him honey after they were mistaken as a gay couple twice. Other than that, we find out that Dean would prefer his family over an apple pie, ‘normal’ life, any day, and thinks people should respect their parents and stick with family no matter what. He thinks Sam was disrespectful that John was just scared and wanted to protect Sam.

The Bro Relationship: We see here that in regards to family, Sam and Dean are opposites and it causes conflict between them.

Family Background Development: Whew i’m so glad I made this a category.... We learned so much about their family background. First of all, Sam felt like an outcast for wanting normal things, and apparently Dean didn’t really want those same things. Sam and John disagreed often and this is what ended up in Sam leaving for Stanford. John wasn’t proud about the full ride and apparently threw Sam out instead, but as we hear later, he was just scared, not disappointed. We learned that he checked in on Sam (even though Sam wasn’t talking to him) multiple times during his time at Stanford, which completely supports his over protectiveness. Overall, its such an interesting family dynamic and I can’t wait to learn more about it.

Good Writin’: Already mentioned this but the whole parallel between Matt and Sam was some good shit

Other: Why the heck was Sam the one to go down into the sinkhole. HES BIGGER. THIS IS JUST COMMON SENSE. And LMAO at people thinking Sam and Dean are a gay couple! And tell me this bitch Lynda did not just find a PHAT ASS spider on her FACE and just brush it off without a fuss??? Also the skull shaped termite cutouts were absolutely hilarious!!

Death Count: 2

Relation to Future Events:

It’s so crazy that its season 1 and we’re already seeing the connections to things like Dean always saving Sam or trying to find him while Sam is ok with not looking and moving on (Amelia time), and Dean’s obsession with family. God I love this show its so well written and everything connects

#supernatural #spn #spn season 1 #spnsaay #spnsaay episode reviews #bugs #spn 1x08 #spn 1.08

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stonerbughead · 4 years

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Maria watches friday night lights (#22)

ok I watched this a few days ago and haven’t had time to watch the finale yet but MAN 4x12 is an amazing penultimate episode. Here we goooo:

Omfg the panthers are literally being such snobby fucks about the East Dillon field. these fuckers are so classist and racist~~~ it’s too real

Feels like Julie is being very impulsive about trying to leave for habitat for humanity shit “It’s only $3,000.” “Only? Honey you’re hilarious.”

Ah yep and mindy’s in labor!! “Who the hell are you talking to?” “It’s tim, do you want to talk to him?” “NO!” 😂😭 I’m dead

I see what they did there, transitioning from Tim’s excitement about new life on the white side of town to Vince and the community mourning Calvin at his funeral on the Black side of town.

“Jess, if I go to the cops I go to jail.” UH YEAH he’s on parole, Jess, he literally can’t “do the right thing” bc he’ll get punished for it bc PRISON INDUSTRIAL COMPLEX!!!

ooooh Jess is *worried* about Vince; me too gurl. the concern is hot ngl

LOL Landry is so white.....he didn’t buy Jess a lock for her bike??

Testy Eric getting the field ready is SO funny omfg

HAHAHA they threw billy out bc he’s “too enthusiastic, whatever that’s supposed to mean.” omg he’s had five energy drinks Jesus this is hilarious

Ok Landry going out of your way to tell Vince he’s sorry about Calvin, that’s growth!

“Whose idea was this anyway?” The whole team down on their knees on a football field at night with the toothpicks: “Landry’s.”

Wow living in Texas sux, Tami has to compromise her values and apologize for giving a scared, pregnant teenage girl all her options if she wants to keep her job as a public school principal?!?! Damn this show is too real lol

“It’s trying to claw his way out.” “Claw?”

“Her way out or whoever is in there...its way out.” Okay, gender neutral, I see you billy riggins! (I got less proud when he just ran into the birthing room wearing the PPE hat and yelling, “I’m the dad!!!”)

Really, they vandalized Eric’s car?! Too much.

“I don’t feel safe taking my family over there.” OK RACIST

Yessss they tooth picked the field so they had to spend their time doing stupid shit on the field too?! That’s pretty clever honestly, evening the score.

“I understand it took West Dillon two hours to take those toothpicks out of the field.” LOL

Gotta love that a lawyer says Tami has a great case for wrongful termination but that the court system will drag it out so much it won’t be good for her career long term lolll sounds about right. Great society we have here.

Aww “Uncle Tim”!!! So cute!

Uh oh it’s another Riggins boy in this mess lol! Awww Steven. My heart! This show does such a good job of letting you linger in the heartwarming moments for a minute.

Anddd of course the anti choicers are protesting her. Oh Tami, my queen, you don’t deserve this.

“I don’t cook flesh, dad.” Lol I love how Eric gives a half hearted “oh alright” to Julie making dinner bc she didn’t cook meat 🤣

“Lions suck.” “Haha you know what? Go to hell.” I shrieked with laughter. Let Eric and Tami eat dinner with their daughters jfc!!!

Jess holding an iPod and saying she made Landry a playlist. Oh, early 2000s love

Vince is being nice to Landry about being with Jess, wow now that’s growth too! This love triangle could be a lot worse.

Jesus fuck are they ruining the East Dillon field now?! Should’ve known they wouldn’t take those toothpicks lying down.

Tim is so cute with his nephew!!

Jesus fuck the tension on this Wade/Tami/Eric conference call after the East Dillon field destruction. This season is so well crafted to bring everything in the town to a boiling point just in time for the rivalry game!!!

There’s like a fucking creek on Tim’s property too? This is some romantic, scenic shit!

Life is about owning land and family? Hmmm. Okay Tim.

Omfg Becky I can’t. “Tim I love you” how many times have we gone over that y’all do not work romantically I’m 🤦🏻‍♀️

“Vince, you think I’m stupid? You think I don’t know what you up to right now?” Ahhhh not Jess showing up at Vince’s door when he’s going to avenge Calvin! I love that she figured it out just from what he said to Landry alone...the tension, the chemistry, the emotion!

Jess slides down the door!! Classic move of distress~

Ah Tim was W A Y too happy, it figures that their car scheme would be discovered now. And of course Tim is gonna take the fall so Billy can be with his family oh Tim 🥺

Damn!!! Vince got out of the car as the light turned from red to green trying to flee ?!!! 😭 “My mom’s not supposed to bury me, I’m supposed to bury my mama!” Ugh such a good line. Poor Vince.

Stfu, Joe— “we called every player on our team they’re all accounted for.” of course they are, Joe McCoy, mmhmm

Ah yes, grown men arguing about toothpicks while a crowd watches outside.

“The thing we gotta remember here is that in the end this is just a football game.” And Eric’s like, “nah actually, I’m getting harassed, thanks!”

Ah Jess was waiting for Vince when he came home 🥺 (Ooooop did Jess end up standing Landry up accidentally. Well fook.)

Oh, Tim. fuckkkkk this capitalist shit show— like, Tim is taking the fall so they could make sure Mindy could deliver a healthy baby without absurd medical debt and tbh I assume they still have debt !!!! We love a functioning society right?

Ahhh Eric throwing the phone that won’t stop ringing is the inevitable catharsis mmhmm

Damn the amount of stress that Tami and Eric combined are under is...oooof! They deserve better!

Omg wait and the actual game happens next episode?!!! I love this show, it’s so well written gahhhh

(See you next time)

#maria watches friday night lights #mine #friday night lights 4x12

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gleefail · 4 years

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Glee Memories: 1x10 Ballad

A long, long time ago, as Glee was approaching graduation in Season 3, I found myself nostalgic with some rare free time on my hands. So I decided to rewatch the series from the beginning and jot down some memories, discrepancies that have arisen since, fave quotes, tally solos - all that good stuff, strictly for shits and giggles.

8 years later (eek!) and once more I find myself with an unexpected abundance of free time. With so many revisiting or being newly introduced to the show between binge watching during Quarantine and all the tragedy that has surrounded the show since it went off the air, I figured I’d finish what I started. And by finish, I mean go through the end of S3. Cause I truly cannot acknowledge what happened after that. Except for 5B.

Kicking this off by reposting the first 15 episodes I already went through. Enjoy!

1x10 Ballad “Ok, who can tell me what a ballad is?” “It’s a male duck”

ok, I disagree with Schue’s definition of a ballad. “Stories set to music” – um…isn’t that every song? Or is it just in musicals that it’s supposed to be, lol?

“Looks like my weekly letter to the Ohio showchoir committee FINALLY paid off” and the look she gives Puck. Haha. This Rachel Berry is funny. Cause they’re letting us laugh at her right along with her. Not asking us to put her on a pedestal and/or take her seriously all the damn time. I’m not even gonna get started. I’m watching this post Props/Nationals, and though I didn’t think it could, my hate has grown. In abundance. Trying to keep it in check. Moving on…

“I bet that duck’s in the hat”

“Matt’s out sick today. He had to go to the hospital cause they found a spider in his ear” Um, ew. Also terrifying. However, humorous nonetheless. And an effort to explain a random absence of a Glee club member. Remember how they used to do that?

Aw, Artie drew Quinn’s name out of the hat. :) 2 seasons later and they’ll get 2 duets (both of which I loooove). Shame they didn’t do it this ep. Romantic or just friends, I ADORE the chemistry with Diana and Kevin. I really wanted to see more of that. :(

omg. Kurt’s face when Finn pulls his name. Adorable. Also, I love that Finn is not cool with it but a year later Sam is totes fine. Maybe that’s just cause I love dudes that are comfortable enough in their sexuality to do things that d-bags in high school might tease them about being gay for. Or maybe that’s just cause I love Sam Evans. Couldn’t tell ya. Except yeah, I totes could. It’s cause I wants a Trouty Mouth to call my very own. *lesigh*

“other asian” Ha!

Brittana!

“The fates talked, Mr. Schue” #BlessFinnsHeart

I love the voice-overs during Endless Love: “Screw him if he thinks he’s taking the Diana Ross part from me” “I love the days when I wear no underwear” “I never noticed how nice Rachel’s butt is…oh crap! I think Quinn knows I’m staring at it!”

I also love the facial expressions of Rachel and Mr. Schue here. Hilarious.

Haha – Brad’s like “wtf is happening?”

“Crap – she looks crazy right now!” hahahahahaha

Because of Rachel’s realization through this song, it means Lea Michele can’t squint nearly as much. Wow. It’s like a whole new Rachel with her eyes open while she’s singing.

Artie’s face after the duet. It’s like someone stepped in dog poop.

Ok, Charlotte Ross was in a show in the 90’s I used to watch that, if I recall, failed miserably but nonetheless had a brief stint as my guilty pleasure show. And I can’t remember what it is for the life of me and keep forgetting to look when I have access to google it. Anyone?

“I don’t want you to lift a finger for me. I’m your wife!” Oh wow. So unhealthy. So republican. Soooooo some parts of Ohio. These are the folks that voted for Bush. :/ Yep, I’m still ashamed to be from Ohio when I think of that election.

Suzy. Pepper. Yes. I love this actress. Bright and Hannah were my OTP on Everwood. I miss them.

“You knew it was me just by the sound of my breath. That’s so romantic.”

“Listen, you little psycho, this is Will’s wife, and if I don’t get enough sleep my anti-depressants won’t work, and then I’ll go crazy and I’ll kill you.” Oh Terri. So maternal and loving.

Suzy Pepper is sobbing to More Than Words. That was my jam back in the day!

“Your lashing out at me is fantastically compelling…and….inappropriate.”

“Thank God I never missed a piano lesson” – really Kurt? Is this the first and only time we’re to believe Kurt can play piano well enough to accompany someone from memory?

Finn singing I’ll Stand By You to a sonogram dvd on his laptop. I have no words. I don’t think I thought it was this weird the first time I watched it.

So Finn’s mom busts him singing to said laptop sonogram dvd…and he doesn’t close the laptop…or stop the dvd…or try to hide the screen. He sits up next to it as she approaches him, almost begging her to see it. I felt the same way then as I do now – it was an opportunity for him to not tell her necessarily but for her to find out anyways and I think he really wanted her to know so he could go to her for help and comfort and to relieve everything he couldn’t deal with about the situation. I’m just sayin’.

Oh old school Carol with her denim and that hair…she’s still such a great mom though. And this actress. My God. She’s amazing.

“You’re wrong, I’m right. I’m smart, you’re dumb.”

“Dude. Impulse control!” haha

“I dunno why I find his stupidity charming. I mean, he’s cheating off a girl who thinks the square root of 4 is rainbows.” #BlessFinnsHeart

Oh Young Girl/Don’t Stand So Close to Me mash-up. I fell in lust with you from the first moment I laid eyes on you.

Seriously. Matthew Morrison is so hot in this mash-up. Yowzah.

“So, Rachel, do you think you understood the message I was trying to get across with that ballad?” “Yes! It means I’m very young and it’s hard for you to stand close to me.”

“You’re a very good performer. He’s very good.”

Finn and Kurt bonding over their lost parents. This is a sweet scene.

“You think I should bring a gun?” #BlessFinnsHeart

“Casserole’s almost ready. Hope you like venison!” Ok. TERRIFYING to come home and find Rachel Berry in an apron, cooking you dinner, in your home.

Hey, remember that time that Rachel literally sang 3 lines of Crush and they released it in its entirety as a single from this episode? Ridonk.

“I found out today that my hamster was pregnant in biology class and I just started weeping!”

Aw, Mercedes and Puck are paired up for duet ballads.

haha. Babygate.

“Finn’s not the father! I am.” People be spilling out their truths to Mercedes y’all.

“Alright, look, you need to get something through your Mohawk real quick: you’re the baby’s daddy. It takes a hell of a lot more to be a father and that role’s already been cast because Quinn chose Finn. You need to accept that and move on cause you have no business messin’ up that girl’s life more than you already have. You need to back off. You owe her at least that much. ”Aw, Mercedes. Laying down tough love. And looking out for Quinn before they were even friends. Man. I love Mercedes.

Oh that’s right – Quinn has an older sister! Why did we never meet her?

“He wears a helmet when he plays, right?” – THAT’S WHAT I’M SAYIN’! #BlessFinnsHeart

“I have to go, they’ll think I’m pooping.” Hehehehe.

omg. So I love this still. Finn is doing karate moves in the bathroom mirror to pump himself up to sing to the Fabrays that Quinn’s pregnant. That is so effing funny. What happened to this Finn?

You’re Having My Baby. Haha. This song is so cheesy. This scene is so uncomfortable.

So Quinn’s parents, unlike Finn, are NOT simple-minded and have figured it out. And it’s terrifying.

“We didn’t even have sex” #BlessFinnsHeart

Quinn’s parents are kicking her out. Well, her dad is and her mom isn’t standing up to him. This is rough. Especially when you realize they’re supposed to be 15. So wrong. Poor Quinn. And her dad just screamed at her that she was a disappointment. Yeah…she’s had to deal with some shit. And in the end, they don’t acknowledge that she did and try to make her out to be the bad guy, and selfish… Way to go, RIB.

Oh good ole Carol, without a moment of hesitationlets Quinn stay with them.

“Honey, you can stay here as long as you want.” Carol’s the best. So glad she found Burt.

“We’re not so different, you and me. We’re both mildly attractive and extremely grating. Love is hard for us. We look for boys we know we can never have. Mr. Schue is a perfect target for our self-esteem issues. He can never reciprocate our feelings which only reinforces the conviction that we’re not worthy of being loved. Trust me. I’m a cautionary tale. You need to find some self-respect, Rachel. Get that mildly attractive groove back.” Suzy Pepper, ladies and gentlemen. Dropping truth bombs.

“There’s some boy out there who’s gonna like you for everything you are, including those parts of you that even you don’t like. Those are gonna be the things about you that he likes the most.” Hmm…might be true. Never thought about this, but I’d say that describes Jesse. But not Finn so much. Maybe recently. But…he has made several comments about her being annoying or controlling as they were dating. And not in a ‘those are my favorite things about her’ kinda way. Just sayin’.

Aw. Kurt seems like he feels really bad about Quinn getting kicked out.

“Open your eyes! I didn’t tell you to close your eyes.” “Is there a cake?” No, there’s no cake!” #BlessFinnsHeart

Lean On Me. Watching this now, with one ep left and it’s graduation…yeah, I’m crying. Dammit, Glee.

haha, Mercedes just kinda pushed past Rachel who was front and center to sing her solo. Probably not intentional but still funny.

Damn, Kevin McHale.

Damn, Amber Riley.

SOLOS: Rachel (1), Will (2), Finn (2), Artie (1), Mercedes (1)

#Glee Memories #Glee #lol Glee #Glee Ballad

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doux-ciel · 5 years

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Sanctuary

A/N: Hello my lovely angels ✨👼🏻🏹 I’m back with a little one shot, it’s not too dramatic lol at least not as dramatic as I would make it. I’m just trying to write stories that make me smile. And I hope this story makes you smile too!!

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Moving her glasses to the side Sumi Turner rubs her eyelids slowly; suppressing a yawn. Hearing the heart monitor beeping softly behind her. Turning her head over to the patient currently laying the bed. Sumi’s eyes scan him, looking at his chest rise and fall. Smiling to herself she places her hand over her heart. Admiring her work, knowing that one more person will live another day makes her job worth it. Untangling her legs from the chair she places her limbs onto the white granite floors. Sumi walks out the room, having been there all night she knew she had to give herself a break. Her feet leading her to the front desk, after telling on of the nurses to give her any updates on her patient, she feels someone tapping her shoulder. As she turns her body around she is met with one of her co-workers, Kirby.

Kirby holding a drink carrier in her hands, examines the young surgeon with her one eyebrow raised she asks, “Did you spend the night here again?”

Holding her tongue Sumi honestly didn’t want to answer but she could tell there was no lying to Kirby. She already knew she could see the puffiness under eyes and the handprint on her face from the sleeping in that very uncomfortable chair for half the night. Sumi’s mind went to something else, Kirby’s attitude. It was different today; Sumi was confused as to why Kirby was in her face all of a sudden. Not even 7 hours earlier they got into a heated discussion and it didn’t end pretty. Sighing, Sumi rests her body on the desk her back digging into a clipboard. “Yeah I wanted to make sure my patient was ok throughout the night.”

Reaching behind her she moved the wooden clipboard away from her aching back. Looking at the drink carrier in Kirby’s hand Sumi’s nose recognizes her favorite coffee. Yes it came from the crappy hospital cafeteria but still, after a long shift it felt like liquid gold in her body. Swallowing her lips she glances up at Kirby’s face pointing to the cup holder. “I really need some of that”

Handing Sumi a cup of the 2 coffees that sit in the holder Kirby chuckles, “Well it's actually for you, it’s a peace offering from last night.”

“You mean because you?”

Kirby puts up her free hand, silencing Sumi. “Let’s not get into that right now”

Accepting the offer Sumi grabs the cup, taking a sip.

It felt like liquid gold. Being present in the moment, feeling the heat of the hot beverage going into her body instantly brings her peace. Humming to herself Sumi grins a bit, her eyes meet Kirby’s who was staring at her. “Thanks anyway...I really appreciate this”

Kirby’s gives Sumi a nod with her eyes closed. “Your welcome”

After a bit of uncomfortable silence Kirby starts the basic conversation of adults, asking about kids. Which Sumi absolutely despises, “How’s Peyton doing?”

She was rolling her eyes inside her mind, she hated it when people try and make a more awkward situation more awkward. Setting the cup of coffee on the countertop of the desk, she cracks her knuckles. “With my mom....she honestly makes me wish I didn’t have a kid”

“Sumi!!”

Wincing at Kirby’s voice going up a few octaves, she could feel that anger she had just 7 hours ago rising back up. Looking around the hallway she sees a family member of a patient walking down the hall. “What?! Your not with her when we go home, she’s only 8 but she is a terror.”

Kirby eyes brown like pools of honey give Sumi a concerning look. “Well your going home right? You need to rest.”

“I was wanting to maybe sleep in the on call room and just-“

“No!! Sumi I get it you love your job but you have a family you have to see...and not just a couple days out the week”

“Kirby I need to be here for my patient, he needs me”

“Your family needs you more” she argues.

Not that Sumi wanted to admit it but she knows Kirby was right. Unlike her mother she wanted to actually be present in her daughter's life. “Your right....I think Peyton should be at school by now so the house will be quiet, maybe I can stop by 580 Street.”

Kirby, who was not familiar with Sumi discussing her personal life is taken aback by her announcement. “580 Street?”

“It’s a house I used to live in” Sumi answered.

“Why-“

Not even 3 seconds later they both hear a flatline dial and a loud beeping noise occurs throughout the hallway. A bunch of nurses rush to the room where Sumi’s patient who just had surgery was laying.

“He’s down!!”

“Sumi we need you in here!!”

“Starting compressions!!”

Not thinking twice Sumi’s legs were starting to run to the small 32 sq. foot space when she feels that same soft hand grab her shoulder. “Sumi I got this....now go!”

Leaving the hospital Sumi heads down the road, past the sav-n mart and the piggly wiggly. Looking around fairly fast moving town in the middle of nowhere she feels happy to be seeing the sun rise. Rolling down her window she feels the somewhat warm air now prickle at her skin.

Stopping by the store she grabs a fruit basket. As she was in the parking lot eating some crappy Burger King hash browns she had gotten prior to coming here she looks in the back at the basket.

It looks tacky

Throwing her hash brown cup in the bag she promptly returns the dreadful fruit basket and instead gets a candle from the home section.

580 street is where she was headed and she wanted to make sure the family that was moving in knew her well. She wanted to make a good first impression.

20 minutes pass and she is now turning into the driveway of 580 street, she sees the red door she has grown to love.

Sumi seeing the new family move in, greets the mother and her children. As she was looking around the house, she made sure everything was clean and put in their correct position just as she had left it.

Going upstairs she looks in all of bedrooms, first she goes to the one on the left. The smallest bedroom out of the three, not seeing much but a suitcase, a bed, a dresser and a mirror in the room. She goes on to the next room, the second biggest room in the house. There was 2 sets of bunk beds, a dresser, and a toy box. Something on one of the beds caught Sumi’s eyes.

A teddy bear.

A teddy bear that looked familiar, she used to have one just like it when she was a kid. The one she left when she they left their old life. Grabbing the bear she looks at the button eyes and feels the faux fur on its exterior.

A voice interrupts her thoughts, “Is something wrong?” Jumping out of fear Sumi meets the face of the woman who would be staying here for the next 2-21/2 years.

Catching her breath, Sumi replies while placing the bear back on the bed. “No....nothing wrong just remembering old memories when my family first moved into this house, how grateful we were.”

The mother holding her infant daughter gives Sumi a hug. “Now your making me and my kids grateful.”

They hear a thump coming from downstairs, and a tiny squeal from one of the children. Trina pinches the bridge of her nose, walking out into the hallway she yells down below. “Sierra what did I tell you about running in here?!”

The child replies, “We just got here momma you haven’t told me anything”

“You watch your mouth, you hear?” Frustrated, Trina grips the stair beam; her knuckles turning red. She rolls her eyes and turns to Sumi handing her the baby. “Can you take her for a minute?”

Sumi reaches out and grabs the sleeping infant from her, cradling the young child in her arms. Just then a thought quickly came to Sumi about the extra room downstairs. As Sumi sees Trina quickly walking down the stairs She calls out to her, “Also can you leave the room downstairs open...I’m leaving that for a guest who will be staying here with you.”

“Someone’s staying here with us?”

“She’s staying only for a little bit, until I find something more permanent.”

“Who is she?”

“She goes by Mama bear.”

Flashback

The sound of rain

Sumi remembers the sound of the soft patter of the rain on the window.

Mama Bear hates it when you get too close, she fears you could fall in the glass.

Nobody knew her real name so everyone just called her Mama Bear.

She took care of 15 children all from the age of 3 months-12 years old in what we call a back alley nursery.

We were the children of the mothers who were prostitutes.

Our mothers might not have regular 9-5 jobs like the rest of the world but they work hard, if not harder than them.

And Mama Bear was the one who took care of us when they were out doing god knows what with god knows who.

All I know was, she was all we had.

If not for her we would all probably be in the system.

We stayed in a small 500 sq. foot apartment which smelled of piss mixed with household cleaner.

She bathed us, fed us, sometimes if she had time she would even teach us, whether that be spelling or writing. But most of the time she was the only one looking after all of us.

Being at the tender age of 9 I was over being stuck in the house with 15 other kids for most of the day when I could be outside playing.

But I knew we didn’t live in a safe neighborhood, we didn’t live where you could just run around and play outside.

When I would come home from school I would be embarrassed to walk down “Easy Street” where Mama bear lived. Where everyone knew you only lived here unless you were in a gang or you were a street walker.

Momma told me one time that even taking out the trash is dangerous, you could get mugged right then and there.

Momma, her real name is Odette Turner. She always would tell me Odette means wealth, she never knew why her mom named her that because she was anything but wealthy right now. Trying to raise 4 kids, my siblings and I have never experienced anything but poverty.

She always says she’s going to quit every 2 years or if she gets pregnant again, but she never does. She has been working the streets for more than 10 years.

When I was small I remember momma having a regular job, she worked as a receptionist at a local law firm. When the business failed and she lost her job, we were living on the streets for a while. One of her old friends from childhood Junie wanted her to come work at her club.

She worked as a stripper for the first 4 years of my life, then she had my sister Evelyn soon after she started. 2 years had passed and momma had another job and a pimp that came with it.

Prostitution was something I thought you did when you wanted to meet new friends but momma told me it wasn’t anything like that.

Fantome was his name and he was a scary man. Everyone knew not cross him or else no one would ever hear from you again.

Although he was a well feared individual he had his moments. He gave us shelter when we needed it, he would give us food when we were hungry and sometimes he would even get us toys. Although he was nice to us he wouldn’t get along with momma. Him and momma would argue a lot, when he was mad he would take her money and she would have to go back on the street to get some of it back.

One day when we were out at the market, I was holding Evelyn’s hand waiting by the flowers. Momma and her pregnant belly was furiously arguing with the store owner as to why she couldn’t get some apples for free since they fell on the floor. While Evelyn was crying I spotted a bear on the street, a brown dirty teddy bear.

I knew I shouldn’t have left my sister alone to fend for herself but it was just a few seconds. While I looked back and forth seeing if anybody was watching me, I let go of Evelyn’s hand and shot out in the street, grabbing the teddy bear I smiled to myself as I felt it’s button eyes and soft exterior. Maybe this would make my sister feel better. Maybe I can get her to stop crying.

I bumped into a heavyset older lady when I was on my way back to the market.

“Now you know it’s not nice to take toys that aren’t yours”

I bow my head ashamed that I had gotten caught, my arms extend out to give the bear back to the mysterious woman. My voice was hushed. “I’m sorry...was this yours?”

“No it isn’t mine, but it is one of my children’s, She threw the bear out the window because she wanted more crackers...my poor Tilly doesn’t listen.”

An arm snatched me up and I instantly knew it was my mother. “Sumi what the hell are you doing out here?”

The elderly woman places her aging hands on top of my mother's arms that was gripping me tight. The woman had kind eyes, her skin tan like leather and her eyes blue like ocean. She gets snappy with my mother, “Excuse me miss but I don’t think you should be talking to her like that”

We all hear another voice coming into the already heated conversation. A man who was not far from the scene whistled. “Hey sugar, you wanna come over to my house later?”

Momma cursed through her teeth, “Not in front of my kids”

“You a red hottie?” The woman asked.

Red Hottie = Prostitute.

Momma slanted her eyes at her, “What’s it to you?”

“Where do these kids stay while your out?”

“At home where they belong”

I see the woman staring at momma and then her belly, I see her lips purse. “I see you having another....if you need someone to look after them while your working....I could-“

“I don’t need your help!!” My mother yells causing everyone’s attention onto us.

One of my moms friends rolls up to the scene looking very angry at momma, she nudges her in the shoulder which in turn pushes me back. “Girl why are you talking to mama bear like that?”

Momma’s tone gets soft, probably realizing she was being mean to the lady. “Is that who she is?”

“Yeah...that’s her, she helps take care of Sonny when I’m away. Hell she doesn’t charge that much either.”

Letting go of my hand she rubs her skull, “Shit im sorry....I didn’t-“

Mama bear gives momma a smile,“It’s ok honey...is she your oldest?”

Pushing me to the front I’m met with her again, handing her the bear. “Yeah Sumi is my angel, she’s a wild card though. You might have to keep an eye on her.”

“Oh trust me I will never let her out of my sight.”

She was telling the truth, she never let me out of her sight until I was 10.

When I turned 10 that’s when my life would change forever.

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“Libre comme l’air” Odette whispered to Sumi while doing her hair.

Sumi who was sitting in between her mothers legs giggled at the funny words her mother said. “What does that mean momma?”

“Free as a bird.”

Looking up into the sky Sumi sees birds passing them by, watching them soar above made her feel happy they could go wherever they wanted.

They could be free.

“Why can’t we fly like birds momma?”

“Because Sumi.....we don’t have wings.”

“But you always call me your angel and don’t angels have wings?”

“Of course angels have wings, your wings just haven’t come in yet.”

“When are they coming? I want to fly away far from here and take you, Evelyn and the twins.”

“I wish Sumi.....I wish.”

WeIl Odette got her wish.

After 5 years of staying on easy street they finally got out.

It just wasn’t the way they had planned.

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“Momma why do we have to go!!”

Sumi saw as her mother was running around the apartment scrambling to get our things in a bag. She pauses yelling at the child. “Because I said so Sumi now hurry up and pack your things!!”

It was the morning just before school started, Sumi was confused because she had no idea where her siblings were. Blinking her eyes 2 times Sumi comes to her senses and yells back. “Momma what about school?”

“What about it? I’ll home school you!”

“No you can’t, you dropped out in 6th grade”.

“Sumi now is not the time to get smart with me!!”

Sumi‘s eyes start to water, “Why are we leaving!!”

“You wanna know why Sumi?! You really wanna know!”

“Yes!!!”

“Because I stole money from Fantome. Now he’s on his way over here and we need to go before he comes and hurts us.”

A light bulb went off in the 10 years old head. she runs to her mother who was in the bedroom

Grabbing a handful of pampers for the twins. She tugs on her mom’s dress. “Mama Bear!! She can fix this”

Odette shakes her head, tears pouring down her face. “No she can’t Sumi, no one can fix this.”

“Why did you steal money from him? You know stealing is wrong.”

“So is not standing up for yourself. Now either you pack your shit or your not taking anything!!”

They hear whistles outside.

“Dede”

“Oh Dede”

Odette grabbed the bag and took Sumi’s hand, “We don’t have time, let’s go!!”

As they were on their way out the apartment door and into the hallway, Sumi pulls away from her mother's arm. Running back to the apartment she yells behind her. “Momma wait!! Teddy is still in there!!”

Odette screams for her daughter setting the bag down, “Sumi you come back here right now!!”

Just as Sumi was about to enter the apartment. Odette snatches her back, hiding behind the stairs that lead up to the next floor. Odette slides the bag with her foot to them, in an attempt to hide their location. Odette sweaty hands covering Sumi’s mouth, she quickly shushes her.

Two groups of men came stomping through the building, one of them knocks on the door of Odette Turner.

“I know you in there!!”

One of the men orders the other two to kick the door down.

As they kicked the door, Odette and Sumi escaped up the stairs and out the back exit door. They got in a car courtesy of Odette long time friend Buffy driving away from the place they called home for 10+ years and just like a bird they were finally free.

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Odette stole 30,000 from Fantome, its safe to say the family of 5 were probably never going back home again. They moved a couple of towns over, not knowing a soul they could get a fresh start on life. After 10 years of working the streets, she was finally free.

The family is now staying in a trailer home, Odette didn't want to spend all of the money on a big house or a 3 bedroom apartment knowing all she had was that money in her bank account.

After a couple of months the money was starting to run low so she came up with a reasonable solution. She started a new job at the local grocery store; after a couple of months she got promoted to manager, taking care of her 4 kids all by herself.

Sumi was angry about the move.

Angry at her mother for not giving Fantome back his money.

Angry at herself for not saying goodbye to Mama Bear.

Angry that she couldn’t grab her teddy bear when they had to leave so suddenly.

The 10 year old resented her mother and the fact that they had to start a new life, start a new life without Mama Bear.

After 2 years of attending Huntersville Middle she adjusted, making new friends, attending sleep overs, and making new memories.

Memories she would cherish forever.

By High School she was a very hot headed teen, often getting into fights and getting detention all the time.

Odette didn't know how to steer her eldest daughter in the right direction, she didn't know why she was acting out.

One particular morning which happened to be around the holiday season Sumi had headbutted a classmate, the student retailted and they got into a huge fight in which the teacher got involved and got sent to hospital. Odette had to miss the rest of the day to try and reason

with the principal. After an hour of her arguing with him, It didn’t take long for the principal to come to a decision. He didn't want to expel her so he had given her 3 days of suspension and she had lunch detention for the next 3 weeks.

The real reason why Sumi was so aggressive with her classmates was because someone found out that her mother is still out in the streets.

Odette was still a prostitute.

All of the laughter that would occur when Sumi would walk into the lunch room.

All of the snide remarks by them as she would change in the locker room.

All of them mocking her, teasing her, belittling her.

It was all too much for the 17 year old to handle, so in turn she fought anyone who say her mothers name out their mouth.

Many years of anger management and counseling made Sumi realize that violence was not the answer to everything.

It made her realize that selling her body is all her mother knows, she has been doing it for as long as she can remember.

At age 18 is when the light would start to shine through on their very gray lives.

At 18 her mother met Juno.

Juno was a local police officer, who was well known in the town and whose wife just had a baby girl.

Nobody knew the secret life he had.

Nobody knew instead of arresting the prostitutes on his late night shift, he would sleep with them.

One of them being Odette.

Odette was nothing like the 18-24 year olds who would just wear a skimpy top and try to blow you for $100. She knew what she was doing and lord knows she did it well.

Being 36 years old she was well experienced in what it takes to get your money's worth of a man.

Juno was crazy for Odette and Odette felt the same way, but when days would pass. Weeknights would go by of them staying in a crappy motel room. Odette getting on her knees and him washing up afterwards because his wife needs him got stale pretty quick.

She needed more from him.

She craved more from him.

She got pregnant by him.

She blackmailed him into getting them out the trailer and into a 3 bedroom house.

It worked.

"Isn't this house wonderful?" Odette exclaimed as she put the key through the red door.

"Momma you know your wrong for lying to the man like that." Sumi sighed while walking into their new home. Her brother and sisters rushed passed her quickly running up the stairs to choose which bedroom they want.

She was pregnant but got an abortion, her exact words were. "I'm not having a white man's baby"

So she lied and said she lost the baby but she needed the house for her kids to have a stable environment to grow up in.

He let her have the house, he took care of all the bills and explained to her to not tell a soul what he had done.

She obliged and we never saw him again.

Sumi thought she would follow in her mother's footsteps and become a street walker like she was. But she knew better, she knew her sisters were looking up to her and she’d be damned if all her family was, was a bunch of people fucking for money to get something to eat.

She decided she wanted to make something of herself, she wanted to become someone that contributed to society.

She attended college and after many, many, many hard years she became a Cardiac Surgeon. And she couldn't see herself doing anything else.

She knew this was her calling.

Buying a decent sized apartment for her mother and siblings she knew that was the right thing.

580 street was on its last leg and it wasn’t safe for her mother to stay their anymore.

Sumi starting the remodeling on the house meets a contractor named Esai.

Esai was the best and worst thing to ever happen to Sumi Turner.

After dating for 1 year & 8 months, the house was finished and so was the relationship.

Sumi was a workaholic, always seeing patients, scrubbing in on surgeries, even spending the night at work. Rumors spread quickly around town and it was revealed that Esai was sleeping around with other women. When Esai found out that she knew about the other women, he knew he had to get in her good graces. Sumi knew she would never find a man like Esai, plus she felt he was sincere about the adultery.

Instead of ending the relationship she took him back.

He kept his word, 2 more years would pass when the couple got married stayed in the house with the red door. Although things looked good on the outside of the house it was anything but pretty on the inside.

After marriage counseling, talking to their local pastor, they even went on a couples retreat to Greece. They decided to go their separate ways, Sumi stayed in the house while Esai left and went to live back home with his old roommate.

Sumi wasn’t fond of kids, of course growing up she was around them constantly but by no means was she ready to be a mom. But life knows how to throw curve balls, unexpectedly Sumi became pregnant. She knew Esai had always wanted kids and she knew he would want to be in their child's life. So the now exes were bound to see each other for the years to come.

When their daughter Peyton was born Sumi thought she couldn’t love anybody or anything more than her. She knew it would be hard taking care of a newborn with her just starting her medical career but she knew she had it in her.

Mama bear taught her to take care of the people she loved, so she did just that.

Moving back in with Odette wasn’t the plan but she knew, she needed help. After her maternity leave ran out and Sumi was back to work and Odette was a full-time grandma, showing Peyton the love and attention that her actual children had never received.

After many months of staying in the 3 bedroom apartment, Sumi needed a change.

A change of space for Peyton and Sumi.

Of course she could go back to 580 Street but that house didn’t feel like home.

So she wanted to make a new one.

Moving into a small 2 bedroom one-story house Sumi and Peyton lived well.

The house with the red door sat empty for 3,485 days until one day Sumi had a thought.

A thought that would change her overall look on life for the better.

580 street became a sanctuary for women with children who didn’t have a home.

Sumi thought becoming a surgeon was her destiny, But helping other women who didn’t have anything, was more rewarding. Seeing how her mother struggled for years to provide a stable home for them really pushed Sumi to be that light in the darkness. To make that walk way from poverty to middle class living.

She needed to do this not only for the families she meets; but for herself as well.

End of Flashback

¤ ¤ ¤

Peyton, Sumi’s daughter was in the back seat of the car waiting for her mother to come out the bank making a withdrawal.

The May weather was very humid but not scorching hot like June or July, grabbing her Ipad Peyton begins to play a game.

Sumi emerges from the building, money in her hand and her mind clear on one thing.

Getting Mama bear back home with her.

Sumi recognizes her old neighborhood, it has changed a lot since she left, some of the stores that she had gone to as a child disappeared. Her old elementary school got tore down, even Mama bears apartment building looked abandoned. Parking on the side of the street Sumi looks into the windows of the old apartment, seeing nothing but the light in the hallway.

Her attention moves towards the back seat where her daughter sat, sleeping. She didn’t tell her where they were going, she just announced they were going on a girls trip just the two of them and they were to meet a special friend along the way.

After a few minutes of waking Peyton up and grabbing their bags, they both walk into the building where Sumi stayed all those years ago. Reaching the front door Sumi takes in a breath, she doesn’t know if she’s even here, if she’s dead, she didn’t know anything. Putting one foot in front of the other, her hand gripping Peyton’s she knocks on the door.

No Answer.

She tries again.

Still no answer.

Peyton starts to whine about how scared she was, Sumi clicks her tongue, placing her hand on the door knob and turning it open.

The door opened.

The light shining from the hallway reveals an old frail woman, her skin had lost its color, her hair was dirty and tangled, her eyes are still blue like the ocean. She was in the kitchen eating some crackers, pleading with Sumi, “Please don’t take me away, I will listen and clean up after I finish please let me live here….my children might come back.”

“Mama bear?”

Peyton was very afraid of the dark and not having any lights on really bothered the 8 year old child. Leaving her mother’s side she feels across the wall searching for a light switch and when she finds, she flicks it on.

Mama bear frantically runs towards to child, not to scold her but to turn the lights back off, she then retreats back to her crackers, taking little bites of the salty food. “No lights….if they see they will know someone’s in here”

As Mama bear ran Peyton caught a whiff of her body odor, she stands back by Sumi whispering. “Mom she smells”

Sumi who couldn’t believe what she was seeing, she of course wanted to hug Mama bear so bad, but she knew it was too early for that. She quickly embraced Peyton in a hug patting her bum laughing at her daughter’s comment. “Shh...I know.”

As the mother and daughter got settled into the very dark apartment, they decide to light some candles throughout the house. Sumi knew the power was still on in the building so that meant the heat and water was on as well. They both decided to give her a hot bath, Peyton was in charge of washing her hair while Sumi was in charge of washing her body. While they were waiting for the water to fill up the claw foot tub Peyton and her two high puffs start to brag about her mother to Mama bear. “Mom knows how to make the perfect bath! She can do other cool things as well, like make my hair pretty for picture day and she makes really good grilled cheese.”

Mama bear shows the little teeth she had left to the child, observing her face, she touches her cheek feeling the soft skin of Peyton's face. “And who are you?”

“I’m Peyton”

“Peyton, your not one of children”

“No” Peyton replies shaking her head.

Shutting off the water from the tub Sumi Places her hand in checking the temperature making sure it's not too hot, but also not too cold. Satisfied with the temperature she walks over to Mama bear kneeling in front of her. “Mama bear….it’s me Sumi”

Giving Sumi a blank look she starts to take off her clothes.

Sumi not wanting to believe she didn’t recognize her squeezes her hands, her manicured fingernails digging into her palm. Turning her attention over at Peyton it seems as though she didn’t have the shampoo bottle in her hand, Sumi tells her to fetch a bottle out the bag in the living room and then they will get started.

Sumi while helping her with her pants, bends down grabbing her foot and pulling it out the leg of the pants asks again, this time emotion evident in her voice. “Mama you really don’t remember me?”

Mama bears hand lands on Sumi’s back it had two meanings, one for balancing herself to not fall and two for comfort. Lifting her other foot out she replies, “Sumi you think I’d forget that beautiful face of yours?”

As they were walking to the bath water she questions Sumi, “Why didn’t you visit?”

Sumi was afraid she would ask that question but she knew it was bound to come up. She had rehearsed it so many times in her head as to how she was going to answer. But nothing just seemed right, she answered honestfully, “I was busy”

Mama bear settles into the water, “Too busy to come see mama?”

Looking behind her Sumi checks to see if Peyton was nearby, not seeing anything she turns back around. Letting out a sigh, her eyes flutter as she thinks about her answer. “You knew how dangerous it was for me to come back.” Thinking about way they left when she was 10 years old, how Fantome said he would go to the ends of the earth to find us. Some say he got locked up, others say he’s still on the streets and a sprinkle of people say he cleaned up, got out the game and got a real career. Nobody knew the truth but Sumi didn’t want to take that risk of being here long to run into him. Mainly for the well being of Peyton.

As Sumi got the wash cloth ready she dipped it in the water, taking it out and placing some soap on the cloth. Lifting up her arms Sumi starts to scrub away all the dirt and dead skin off of Mama bears armpits. Mama bear quietly states. “It shouldn’t matter…..I clothed you, I bathed you, I hugged you when you needed it, I took care of you like you were my own. Your still my child Sumi, although my mind is leaving me these days. One thing I’ll never forget is how all of my children impacted my life, you all made me feel whole. But no one came to visit….no one came to see how I was doing, if I was ok.”

Hearing that made Sumi wish she had came sooner, to check up on her, even a letter would have made her day. But nothing, for 12 years Sumi not once thought she would ever come here, but for Mama bear she would do anything. Continuing to wash her up Sumi’s lips slowly started trembling and her nose was starting to run, sniffling while holding tears back she cries out, “Mama I came back for you….I came back to take you-”

Peyton’s feet come running up to tub, bottle in hand she steps closer to Mama Bear, “I can start on her hair now mom!”

Turning her face over to the wall Sumi uses her arm to wipe her face. Both of the adults chuckle as the child pours some shampoo into her hands, she starts to work the shampoo in her hair. Seeing it foam up excites the young girl, she giggles as she molds Mama bears hair into a mohawk. Sumi smiles and continues to wash her up, thinking about how life would’ve been like if she never left.

Would have she became a surgeon?

Would she have Peyton?

Would her mother still be alive?

A hand placed on top of Sumi’s breaks her thoughts, looking down she sees a very bony wrist knowing it was Mama bear’s she felt safe.

Their eyes meet and she takes Sumi’s hand bringing it up to her sunken in cheeks. “My Sumi….a mama herself”

¤ ¤ ¤

As Sumi and Peyton slept on one of the couches, Sumi’s mind couldn’t stop racing and she thinks back to when they had just arrived in town. Stopping by the old market where Odette used to argue with the owner daily. Still the same but of course the owner died years ago so one of his daughters had taken over. Sumi was getting some essentials for Peyton and herself, also for Mama Bear in case she can’t take care of herself. As she got to the register the daughter started talking about Momma bear and what has happened over the past 12 years. “Her son took her to a nursing home after last thanksgiving, even though she started to lose her mental faculties little by little bit she was still going strong, raising all those women’s kid. CPS raided the place and took all the children away from her. Of course the city wants to tear down the property and make some new apartments. Of course her son was on board, and is still trying to get her to leave the place but she keeps going back every time.”

An unsettling feeling set in the pit of Sumi’s stomach but she didn’t know why, ringing up the total the Indian woman repeated. “That will be $26.68.”

¤ ¤ ¤

It was early morning; 6:45 a.m. to be exact, Sumi was sitting by the window looking out into the sky, watching it change colors as the day moves forwards.The suns starting to peek out in between the buildings. She has always loved to wake up early and experience the earth right as the moon falls and the sun rises again. Hearing her daughters snores tickled the mother, She swore she was raised by bears with a snore that loud. Knowing today was Sunday and its Esai’s week to pick up Peyton, Sumi knows he’s going to be upset. Her ex husband was an amazing father, never a day late to pick Peyton up, always going to her school events, never complaining about how hard it is to take care of her knowing he has very little income.

He was the father Sumi wanted for Peyton. But Sumi often times thought about the way she would treat her daughter, not giving her cuddles at night when she was scared, missing out on field trips when she’d be at work. Being a parent is hard, but being a mother is even harder.

Knowing no one was awake Sumi needed to speak out loud, turning her head away from the window and facing the living room of the 500 sq. foot apartment.

“Will I be able to take care of my child? When I didn’t have a good example myself?”

Sumi sees Mama bear walk out the back room, “It’s ok, you will get the hang of it.”

Rubbing the back of her neck Sumi responds with deep sorrow. “I think it’s too late.”

Mama bears eyes squinted as her eyebrows furrow.

Defeat was not a contender in her house.

She slowly walks over to Sumi bringing Sumi’s face into her hands; her voice was scratchy but Sumi could still understand what she was saying, “It’s never too late, look at your mom she redeemed herself.”

“Can I redeem myself Mama? Am I doing the right thing?”

Mama bear takes a seat on the loveseat nearby, patting next to her Sumi then follows popping a squat. “I remember when I first started my nursery I asked the same thing...am I doing the right thing? Some moms would sell their children, some moms would take them on the street with them. Some moms would never come back. I said dear god I don’t know what I’m doing. Or if I’m teaching these children the right things but the thing about motherhood is, you don’t what is the right and wrong thing to do. But now as I look at you, I know I did the right thing. I’m happy to see you become a mother, to see you try and fail and teach her the right things…I’m grateful for you Sumi.”

A loud bang on the door startles the 3 females as they were having a quiet morning in the apartment. Peyton woke up in a panic and ran to her mother when the pounding kept occurring.

They hear a voice yelling on the other side of the door. It sounds manly, like Mama Bears son.

“Mom open the door I know you're in there!!”

Then another voice.

“You need to evacuate the building ma’am”

The first voice again, this time Sumi can tell he’s enraged. Although Sumi never knew she had actual children she knew it wouldn't be long before they came bursting through the door.

“Mom just come out so I can take you to a safe place.”

Sumi goes to open the door when a smaller hand grips hers, not letting go. Sumi sees Peyton and those big hazel eyes looking back at her. Crust in her eyes, her hair has flatten out but the child was determined to not let her mother’s hand go. She pulled with all her might forcing Sumi to step away from the door.

“Mommy I don’t want her to go!”

Ignoring her daughter cries she shakes Peyton off and turns the knob allowing them access.

“Mom!!”

“Mommy no!!”

As Sumi stepped back taking a look at the son, she realized he looked very familiar, he must have observed her face too because he was just as shocked.

“Fantome?”

He looked better than before, looked like he has been off drugs for a while. Having on an appropriate outfit for the weather he walked passed her, his only concern at this point was his mother. “I don’t go by that anymore….my name is Nero I don't know why your here but you need to leave so I can take my mother and leave this god awful place.”

Sumi scoffs “This god awful place? Really?”

The building manager nudges him, “Nero take her and lets go”

Sumi quickly places her hand around Nero’s exposed arm stopping him from leading Mama Bear out the door. “No!! Not yet...let me tell you something this place was my safe haven. This was the place where I knew someone else in this crazy ass world cared about me. This is where I knew when I was home, I still feel at home here. This tiny 500 sq foot apartment was the best thing that ever happened to me. Now my daughter got to experience a night here and as you can see she loves Mama Bear like she’s been here all her life.”

Nero clears his throat staring directly at Sumi, he wears a cold expression while getting his arm out of her grip. “Are you done?”

Although so badly Sumi wanted to just grab Peyton and Mama Bear and run she knew what was best for her, she knew mama bear needed to be wherever her son placed her, if that be a nursing home then so be it. She just wanted to make sure she was safe.

Before she walks out Mama Bear whispers to Nero, Nero who didn’t expect the request let her have one last look around the place, she has called home for more than 20 years.

As she was slowly walking around the vicinity she walked around as though the apartment was more than 500 sq. feet. walking over to the same spot over and over. A part of Mama bear didn’t want to let this place go, she didn’t want to let her nursery die out. She also knew she couldn’t keep living like this, like there was still children living here with her.

She needed to let that dream die out as well.

As she heads back to the front of the apartment where every waited for her to come back. Mama Bear sees Peyton who was crying like somebody had died, Mama Bears’ own eyes starting to get glassy as she holds back tears.

“Peyton you're my last child...my lucky number 16, take care of your mom for me as I have for her, make sure she feels loved. Your mom was one of the bravest out of all my children. She used to help me with the kids when she got older. She became my guardian angel, she made me fall in love with you just as I did with her those many years ago.”

“Mama bear…” Peyton ran to hug her one last time.

Mama bear rests her head on top Peyton curly mane. “Shhh child, don’t cry….You’ll see me again.”

Now it's Sumi’s turn, after all of these years she has gotten the goodbye she has always wanted. Hugging Mama bear so tight she cried in her arms as she wailed out. “This is harder than the first time I left.”

This was not how it was supposed to go.

Mama bear was supposed to come live at 580 street.

Sumi was supposed to help take care of her.

They were supposed to be back together again.

Mama bear smooths out Sumi’s hair, kissing her on the forehead she replies, “I know I know but it’s gonna be ok”

All the laughter, all the cries, all the love that was shown through this place showed. The crayon markings on the wall added character to the rather dreary and run down apartment. To Sumi it was her childhood.

This was her sanctuary.

¤ ¤ ¤

After a couple of months have passed it was nearing the end of fall and winter was soon to come. The family that was currently staying at 580 Street were hosting a dinner party and of course Sumi with her family were in attendance. As they set the food out on the table and everyone got in their preferred seats a ring of the doorbell filled the house.

Sumi who just took a bite of her fish looks over at Peyton who was sitting by her mother Odette. “Peyton get the door please”

Peyton gives her mom a nod, hopping out her seat she quickly gets the door.

“Mom!!” Peyton yells out to Sumi.

Everyone’s chatter went quiet as Sumi looked around, nervous as to what her daughter was yelling about. She rose up from her seat at the table. While turning the corner to the entryway she clears her throat before seeing him.

“Nero?”

Sumi found out after Momma bear got put into the senior home that Nero AKA Fantome had actually got his life on the right track, quit pimping out girls, quit drugs, made a new path for himself. He went to school, got a degree and was now making enough money to support himself and support the family he was raising with his longtime wife whom he met when in school.

Nero who was bundled up in a coat, scarf and hat gave them a sheepish grin, “She said she couldn’t go another day without seeing you...she refused to go back unless I brought her here.”

As he moved out the way, they saw her. A smile plastered on both Peyton and Sumi’s face as Peyton ran to her almost knocking her over.

“Mama bear!!”

“Mama Bear!!”

Mama bear embraces Peyton while waving at Sumi. “Hey sugar!!”

Inviting them inside Sumi showed Mama Bear around the house, they even invited her to stay over dinner. Of course Odette and Nero talked, they had a very emotional reunion but they came to an understanding that he is only here for his mother. Also Evelyn and the twins don’t remember Mama bear as much as Sumi does but they have heard the wonderful stories Sumi has told about her over the years. As they were all around the table eating Mama bear wanted to make a toast. Getting everyone’s attention wasn't that hard, Looking across at Sumi she begins to speak. “Sumi, I provided a sanctuary for you and my other children to stay in and now you provide the same thing for other women looking for a safe haven, I raised you right...Sumi thank you for becoming a mom, I was so happy to hold your daughter. I hope god won’t let me forget this moment.” After dinner was over and hugs were exchanged Sumi was walking Mama bear to the car when she stopped all of a sudden. “Sumi?”

Sumi who had no coat on was freezing, her body shivering as she leans into Mama bear, trying to get some body warmth. “Yes?” “My name is Ramona.”

Sumi let out a breath, a smile appeared on her face while she looked up into the sky thinking about all the years Mama Bear has taken care of her, taken care of her neighborhood.

She thought of Ramona which meant, ‘Protecting Hands’

It fit Mama Bear perfectly.

Nero opens the door for his mother to get inside the car, once she’s in he closes the door but not before taking off his own coat and placing it onto Sumi’s back.

“Thank you.” He states while looking out into the distance not once placing his eyes on Sumi.

Sumi looks up at the 6’6 male as she wraps the coat around her body. “For what?”

“Your the only one of the 15 children that has ever came back for her….to love her like she loved all of you.”

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prettyfunkyunorganized · 5 years

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Sugar Daddy McCree part 4

OMG! It’s me! I’m not dead! Just dead effing tired. Grad school y’all. It’s a bitch. But like a rewarding bitch. That takes up all your time. Like getting a new puppy! But I’m rambling . . .

Here’s the post you should have had 2 weeks ago. Sorry. I’m doing my best, I promise, but now that I’m done with everything, I can write more consistently again and I’m sooooo happy! I miss you guys and writing in general - well, non-study proposal writing. Literature reviews are death.

But here’s some cuteness from McCree’s POV. A bit over 1,700 words of it. Sorry I don’t have more, but I hope you enjoy!

McCree was basically head over heels for you after that first date. If it hadn’t been a completely insane thing to do, he might have just popped on down to the closest jewelry store to buy you a ring, but even he knew better than that. Unfortunately, McCree had been sent to work his corporate relations magic a few days after your date and now he was stuck in an airport, wishing he could be with you.

The PA system suddenly dinged causing McCree and the dozens of people all waiting alongside him to look up at the speakers. “Due to the current snowstorm, all flights have been postponed for another 2 hours. Thank you for your patience and understanding.”

A collective groan rang out and McCree huffed angrily. “Son of a god-damned, motherlovin’ -”

Someone next to McCree cleared their throat loudly. He glanced over and saw a pair of little girls sitting beside him. They both had wide eyes, staring at McCree expectantly, waiting for him to say a naughty word. The girls’ father was eyeing McCree with an aggravated look.

“My apologies,” McCree said, flushing and tipping his hat to the family, “seems my mouth got the better of me again.”

“Uh-huh,” the father said, shaking his head a bit.

“Mister,” asked the littlest girl.

“Yes, little lady?”

She giggled and grinned, “Are you a real cowboy?”

McCree smiled from ear to ear, “I don’t get to ride horseback as much as I’d like to anymore, but I can still rope n’ lope with the best of ‘em.”

Both the little girls let out a long ‘oooooh.’

“What’s a ‘lope,’” the older girl asked.

“It’s a kind of movement the horse makes,” McCree explained.

Before the children could ask anything more, their father spoke up. “Alright now girls, we’d better stop pestering the cowboy and see if we can find a hotel room for the night. I don’t think we’re getting on a plane tonight.”

“Aw,” both girls whined, hopping out of the chair. “Bye Mister Cowboy,” the littlest one said.

“Hope you get to ride a horse again soon,” the older one added.

McCree laughed, “Me too, little miss, me too.” He tipped his hat to them again and channeled his Woody the Cowboy impression for a, “Take care, partners.”

Both girls lit up and waved happily as their father ushered them away.

“What’s a man gotta do to get a family like that,” McCree chuckled to himself. “Can’t wait to have me a couple a’ girls to spoil the hell out of. “

With that thought, McCree’s mind instantly wandered to you. He glanced down at his phone and frowned at the clock. It was late where you were, but not ridiculously late. He could maybe chance a phone call.

But was that needy? To be calling you up in the middle of the night just to talk after only 1 date? But then again, this wasn’t technically a normal relationship. Maybe since he was your ‘sugar daddy’ he could call and have it not seem desperate.

Well, at least not too desperate.

“Fuck it,” he mumbled, grabbing his things and wandering around the airport, looking for a quiet place to have a personal conversation. McCree tucked himself into a hallway next to the closing food court and made himself comfortable, his luggage acting as a backrest as he lounged on the wooden bench.

McCree sat there, waiting for you to pick up – hoping you would pick up – while simultaneously wondering what he was going to say to you. He was debating the pros and cons of making up a more legitimate excuse for calling you than ‘I’m lonely’ when you answered.

“Hello,” you said, sounding a bit groggy.

“Ah, damn,” McCree said, scrunching up his face in embarrassment, “I woke ya up, didn’t I? I’m sorry darlin,’ I’ll – ”

“No, no! I wasn’t asleep,” you explained hurriedly. “Well, maybe a little, but I was just snoozing on the couch, so no worries. Something up, McCree?”

“Nothing dramatic,” McCree drawled, smiling at the drowsy tone in your sweet voice, “just stuck in a snowstorm is all.”

“Ew,” you said passionately, “I’m not looking forward to winter here in the city. It makes me even more of a hermit.”

“Better to be snowed in at home than in an airport.”

“Ah, shit! You’re still at the airport? Can’t you go get a hotel room or something?”

“I could,” McCree shrugged, “but I fully intend to hop on the first flight out of here. I just wanna be back in my bed.”

“Aw, I’m sorry Jesse,” you cooed, “I know we haven’t been together long, but it sure seems like you’re on the road more often than not. That’s got to be hard.”

“It is,” he sighed, “but it’s a little easier now.”

“How so?”

“Well, cause I got the idea of coming back and seein’ you to keep me goin,’” McCree said with a sly grin.

“Ever the charmer, aren’t you,” you laughed, “Tell you what, when you get back to town, I’ll have you over for a proper home-cooked meal. How does that sound?”

McCree groaned almost erotically. “Oh babydoll, you have no idea how good that sounds. Its been ages since I had anything home-cooked.”

You giggled on the other end of the line and McCree smiled wistfully. He missed you. He’d give just about anything to have you snuggled up next to him right now.

“Darlin,’” he asked.

“Yes?”

“Thanks for answering. I was in desperate need of a pick-me-up.”

“Of course, McCree,” you said kindly, “that’s what I’m here for. Did you just want to chat in general, or did you have something on your mind?”

“Nothin’ in particular, beautiful, just saw a couple of cute as all hell kiddos and their Pops and got all sentimental,” McCree admitted.

You laughed loudly and when you spoke again you sounded just a tinge mischievous. “I bet kids love seeing you, don’t they? That hat and those boots and those spurs . . . “

“Are you makin’ fun of my style, beautiful?! I’m downright offended,” McCree teased.

“I’m not making fun of anything,” you replied, “not in the least! The first time I saw you I was delighted. And I still am.”

“That’s good to hear,” McCree chuckled, “’cause if you weren’t a fan of my get-up we probably wouldn’t last very long.”

“I adore your ‘get-up,’ Jesse and never think otherwise – right down to the stitching on your boots, not to mention the size of them . . .” you hinted.

“Oh honey,” McCree moaned as he felt himself getting stiff, “don’t you be doin’ that to me when I’m stuck in an airport.” He already wanted you so fucking badly, but hearing you say that you wanted him too? It was almost too much.

“Sorry, big guy,” you hummed, “I’ll make it up to you sometime soon.”

“I’m going to hold you to that, sweet cheeks.”

A tender silence fell between you, McCree trying to savor every moment he could. He didn’t want to go back to staring at the ceiling and hoping he could sleep.

“Can I ask you something a little odd,” he said, letting his daydreams go a little wild.

“Please do,” you replied, yawning a bit.

“You like kids?”

You hesitated a moment, surprising McCree, but eventually said, “Yeah, I like kids, but if I’m being totally honest, they intimidate me too.”

“Intimidate ya?”

“Well yeah! I was an only child without little cousins or anything, so kids always make me a little nervous. I never liked babysitting because I was so terrified I’d do something wrong and someone would get hurt or choke on something and die. I don’t know. Maybe ‘intimidate’ isn’t the right word, I think I just get really nervous because I’m inexperienced, but I’m a girl, so I’m supposed to be a natural at taking care of kids but I’m just . . . not.”

McCree frowned at the overwhelming uncertainty and shame in your voice. “Darlin,’ I think you’re being a little hard on yourself.”

“I – I know,” you said timidly, “I’m sorry. It’s just been a rough week for me.”

“Don’t apologize,” McCree said warmly, “anything I can do for you? I hate to hear such a lovely woman feelin’ so low.”

You giggled at him and sighed, “No, Jesse, I don’t think there’s anything you can do, but I appreciate the offer. And I’m glad you called – made me feel a little less lonely.”

“Anytime you need me, you call hon’.”

“You know I’m the one working for you, right,” you asked jokingly.

“What? Is a man not allowed to care about his employees,” he quipped right back.

“Touche,” you laughed. “By the way, why did you ask if I like kids? I thought you said you didn’t have much in the way of family.”

“Oh, you know,” he fumbled, “just curious. Just ‘cause I don’t have a family now doesn’t mean I don’t want one someday.”

“I, um, oh,” you said quietly.

“No pressure or nothin,’” McCree sputtered out, “the question just came to mind ‘cause I was thinking about how you’d – ”

“How I’d what,” you pressed tentatively.

McCree flushed, thankful no one was around to see him. “I was – uh – well I may have just been thinkin’ about how you seem like you’d be a real good mom is all.”

“Oh Jesse,” you all but whispered, “I . . . Th-thank you. That’s really sweet.”

“Darlin,’” McCree said gently, trying to change the subject, “you sound tired as all get out.”

“That’s probably because I am,” you mumbled.

“Then I better let you get some rest,” McCree insisted, “goodness knows I could talk to you for hours, but clearly you need some shut-eye, so you get to bed – ya hear?”

“Alright, alright. I’ll do the arduous work of leaving my blanket cocoon and walking to my bed if you insist,” you said with a dramatic flair.

“I absolutely do,” McCree chuckled.

“What about you,” you asked, “are you going to be ok all on your lonesome?”

“I’ll be just fine, lovely. A little chat with you has me feelin’ right as rain,” he said with a fond smile.

“Promise,” you said gravely.

McCree laughed, “Cross my heart.”

“If you say so.” You were yawning as you spoke, making it hard for McCree to understand you, but also making him grin.

“Goodnight, sweet cheeks.”

“Goodnight, Jesse. Hope you’ll be home soon.”

You hung up first and McCree sighed. “Home,” he murmured, “wouldn’t it be nice to have one of those someday.”

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kira-desomma · 5 years

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WIP Excerpt: Contemporary Romance

I tried to explain Chrisley’s Cuties to my best friend, Riley, but she wasn’t really grasping the concept of a doll so creepy that touching it would immediately cast my soul into the inner circles of hell. I was trying for a third time under the neon lights of Speedy’s Roller Rink, eating approximately half of her waffle fries while she ate approximately half of my curly fries.

“Imagine, like, a demon has possessed an object.” I said.

“Right.” she said, picking at my fries. We had really perfected the 70/30 ratio split of fries, just as our friend Eric Krasowski of the 12th grade had perfected the 90s emo rock soundtrack of Speedy’s.

“And, like, that object is trying to fight back.” I half-shouted to Riley over the dulcet tones of Billie Joe Armstrong.

“Ok, right, right,” she said.

“So it’s mouth is open in a sort of eternal scream, and the life has left its eyes.”

“Cool. Cool, cool, cool. Following you so far. Quick question -- are we talking like, zombie doll here or like, full-on possession?”

“We’re talking full-on possession. Like, when a man called today requesting we set aside the ‘Drunk Leprechaun’ Christley’s Cutie, I had to resist the urge to ask him if he wanted the doll with holy water.”

“Shit, what did you end up doing?” she asked.

“I packed it in a box and set it aside for him. What the hell else was I supposed to do?” she laughed and took a curly fry out of my little red-and-white paper tray, and I took a waffle fry off hers. “That’s not the worst part, though,” I said. I shivered for dramatic effect. “My coworker, you know her, Iris… she kept talking about how she had to give her great-aunt sponge baths. So I had to get out of there. You know she won’t stop talking about something once she gets started.”

“It’s true. We know it’s true.” Riley sighed, dipping a fry into ketchup and then into the honey mustard.

“So… I left. I went to hide in the basement. I said I was looking for the ‘Drunk Leprechaun’ Cutie.”

“Jess. You did not.” she said.

“I did. I’m not proud. But I did what I had to, in order to survive. I spent like fifteen minutes down there, alone except for these god-awful dolls, hoping that my elbow wouldn’t brush up against one and send me into an alternate dimension.”

“Jess!”

“Honestly, I’m just lucky I made it out. It was so cold down there. Not cold like, ‘Wow the air just kicked on’ but cold like… holy shit, there’s a ghost down here. You know? You know.”

“JESSA!” she was laughing so hard she was wheezing.

“And then we’re leaving, and Iris tells me the previous owner of the store fuckin’ died down there tripping on an old plank or some shit.”

“NO!”

“Yes!” I said, laughing. “And I was sorting through the Chrisley’s Cuties and took a picture of one. I was kind of scared it would melt my camera. But like, it didn’t. So here it is.” I held up the picture of the ‘Granny With Cookies’ Chrisley’s Cutie and Riley nearly spat out her waffle fries.

The ‘Granny With Cookies’ Cutie was particularly horrendous. This is because, instead of giving Granny wrinkles (like, you know, a normal sculptor would…) Eugenia Christley had opted to sculpt large, sagging jowls on Granny’s face. Her eyes looked dispassionately into the distance. Her eyebrows were gray wisps, and her full head of gray hair billowed around her head like a storm cloud. I only prayed that Granny with Cookies hadn’t been modeled after a real-life person, because if I saw a woman that looked like Granny I would go screaming running in the opposite direction.

“Oh, my god.” Riley said.

“Yeah, I know Riley.”

“Oh, my god.”

“Yeah, I know, Riley, imagine me spending fifteen minutes surrounded by those lifeless eyes and open mouths -- “

“Holy shit, Jess!”

“ -- and they’re staring at you, begging you to join them in the abyss -- “

“Jessa, stop!” she managed between fits of laughter.

“I’m just saying,” I said, shrugging and putting my phone away. “There’s a quote by Victor Hugo - ‘To love another person is to see the face of God.’ But there’s another, lesser known quote by Eugenia Christley - ‘To look into the eyes of my dolls is to see the devil himself’.”

“... You just made that up?” she said.

“Um, no. I mean, I did make it up, but it took some time.” I said.

“I can appreciate the literary reference, though.”

“I’m glad. Because, all right, honestly it took me at least those fifteen minutes in hell to come up with that.”

“I’m impressed. So, what happened after you came up from the basement?”

“I had this weird feeling like I was emerging from a tomb… like a half-second of dissociation, but it was gone as soon as Iris started talking again.” I said. Riley nodded, wiping her greasy fingertips on a napkin. To save money, I guess, Speedy’s has napkins that are off-season. It was the depths of autumn and the napkins sported a smiling mayonnaise-white family planting a tree for Earth day.

“About her naked great-aunt again? Or some other wrinkly, stanky-ass old relative?”

“I honestly don’t remember. The next couple of hours went by like a mad blur. I just kept texting you and praying that the Chrisley dolls can’t read my thoughts.”

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classic-rock-roller · 5 years

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1. You know Bonham’s been going through a rough patch lately, and she’s been locking herself in her room and binge drinking. You decide to have an intervention. You, Tom, your whole band, and QR are there. When Bonham comes out, she’s clearly just dragged herself out of bed. You push her onto the couch, and she listens to your spiel, dazed. When you finish, you ask, “Do you have anything to say for yourself?” All she says is, “This is probably the type of conversation I should have worn pants for.” How do you respond? What do the others say to her? Do you get her to stop?

Me: I’m just glad we got you out here for this conversation.

Tom: We’re really worried about you, Bons.

Kevin: I love you. Please don’t drink yourself to death.

Erik, Sean, and Linus are all somber but look at her with worried expressions.

Rudy is hugging her on one side and Frankie is on the other and Carlos has run to the bathroom.

We do get her to stop after she starts attending AA meetings.

2. You and Bonham and Tom and Kevin are playing cards and Kevin keeps boasting about his good luck. At one point Bonham says, “Shut up.” “No,” he says. “Don’t make me come over there and sit on you.” she says. Kevin says under his breath, “Is that a promise or a threat?” Does Bonham hear it? How does she respond? How do you and Tom respond? What happens if Bonham goes and sits on him?

Bons: A promise.

She goes over and sits on him.

I’m laughing hysterically and so is Tom.

Kevin is huffing. “Come on, it’s not that funny. Bons, get off.”

3. To participate in giving to a charity, your band sells dates with you and Bonham. Tom makes sure he wins the date with you, but Kevin got sniped when he tried to buy Bonham’s date. She says it’s fine, it’s for charity. “I just hope it’s not Vince, he’s always gets too handsy.” The night of the date comes, and you are getting ready to leave with Tom when the buyer of Bonham’s date shows up at the door. You answer it and guess what, it’s Vince. What do you tell him? What does he say? What does Bonham say when she learns it’s him?

“Vince, I’m warning you now don’t get handsy with Bons ok?”

Vince: Oh, I’m not. This is my practice date for when I take out Sharise for the first time. I’ll be a perfect gentleman.

Bons comes down the stairs and turns right back around while saying, “Oh, hell no.”

4. You and your college fuck buddy are scheduled to go to a party with Bonham and three of her friends. When you get there, one of the boys is playing a video game, the other is playing around with Master of Puppets on a 7 string guitar, and Bonham and the other girl are in a heated argument that ends with the threat of, “Don’t make me shove my foot into your tampon tunnel.” How do you and your fuck buddy respond? Do you leave or do you stay? How does it go if you stay? What do you do if you leave?

Mick: Uhh...

Me: This is normal. Hey Erik, Good game going there. Linus nice noodling pretty soon you’ll be able to write your own stuff for our band. Jess, how many times have I told you not to piss off Bons. Bons don’t kick her in the tampon hole, please.

Mick kind of awkwardly stands at the edge of the room until Bons notices him and pulls him over.

5. Bonham is sleeping on the couch one day when you’re making french toast. You leave her plate for her on the floor next to the couch before you leave for work. Kevin and Tom are scheduled to meet you there when you're done with work, and as the three of you walk in you see she’s still there. Tom startles her awake, and she falls off the couch, her hair landing in the plate of French Toast. She’s looking stoic and Kevin asks if she’s okay when she bursts out laughing. She laughs uncontrollably for a solid two minutes before she’s sobbing violently. You’re all a bit freaked out. What do you all do? Why is she so fucking nuts? (trick question no one fucking knows)

She’s had a long day she didn’t sleep well the night before because she was up all night from a bad stomach bug. I pull her into a hug and go, “I know, I know.” Tom asks if she’s ok and throws away the plate and Kevin helps her get the goop and stuff out of her hair and partially off her clothes.

6. You and Tom and Bonham and Kevin are hanging out and it’s still after Kevin has been freshly released from rehab. Kevin joined Bonham in the chair she was in (an obvious attempt to get close with her), and as he’s talking he accidentally brushes her boob with his hand. “Jeez stop titty punching me.” she says as a joke. He flusters and says, “They’re just so big and in the way.” How does she respond and what do you and Tom say?

Bons: Well, try to be more careful next time, ok?

Tom whispers to me that he thinks Kevin likes her and I whisper back, “You think? It’s quite obvious.”

7. You know that Bonham writes in a journal instead of going to therapy because it’s cheaper and easier. One day you and Tom are waiting for your kids to arrive home from school (they’re all about high school age) so you all can go to a family dinner with Bonham and Kevin. Sam seems very eager to just lock himself in his room when he gets home. Not long after, Bonham and Kevin arrive, and Bonham is really mad. “What’s wrong aunt Bons?” Cassie asks. “I don’t know who did it, but someone in this house took my private journal and leaked the whole thing online, so now all my darkest secrets are trending on every social media site from here to fucking Cancun. I know it wasn’t your parents, and your kids were the only other ones who knew about it. Who spilled the beans?” “Is that what that pink duct taped thing is in Sam’s room? I wondered what that was.” Chrissy says. Looks like the mystery is solved. How do you all (You, Tom, Kevin, Bonham, Sam, Chrissy, Cassie) proceed?

I head up to Sam’s room screaming, “Samuel Kevin Keifer! You better hope your ass is sitting because once I’m done with you, you won’t have an ass to sit on!”

Cassie: I’ve never seen mom that mad.

Tom: I have. Honey! Don’t do that! We need to talk reasonably.

Me: I am reasonable. Unless one of my kids acts like a dick and endangers his aunt.

Chrissy: Auntie Bons, are you gonna be ok?

Bons: Of course, I will be. But your brother won’t. I’m mad at him but I didn’t mean to sick your mom on him.

Kevin: Jesus! I haven’t seen her this mad since that dude almost threatened to beat you up back in the day.

I pull Sam out of his room by the ear and make him give the journal back to Bons, “Apologize to your aunt. You are grounded for six weeks. That is something we never do. Especially since people are always looking to use that information against us. Understand?”

8. You and Bonham are getting ready to film a video with NSP and as you’re coming out of makeup, Bonham’s mouth is bloody as hell, but she doesn’t seem to notice. You’re about to say something when Ninja Brian, who rarely says anything to either of you, sees her and says, “Holy crap! What happened to you?” Bonham touches her face and her hand comes away bloody, but she still seems unfazed. What does she say, how do you respond, and what does Danny say when he walks up?

Bons: Oh, it’s fake blood its part of my makeup.

Me: Are you pulling a Mick Mars?

Danny: A what?

9. Kevin is freshly out of rehab and Bonham and Rudy have just split. She’s been a bit of a sad sack, but one morning you’re looking for her so you can all go to rehearsal and she’s nowhere to be found. You call her three times before she answers. “Hello?” She says groggily. “Where are you? We have rehearsal in fifteen minutes,” you say. “Somewhere you won’t like.” She says. Just then, you hear a male voice in the background, “Who’s that?” “Is that Kevin? Did you sleep with him? You just split up with Rudy!” you demand. Bonham just replies with, “The best way to get over one dude is to get under another. I’ll be there in ten.” and hangs up. How do you react? What do you say when Kevin drops her off at the studio?

I’m a bit surprised by her answer but don’t say anything. When Kevin drops her off, I saunter over to his side of the car and lean into the window. I give him a smirk, “Well...you had a busy night...” Bons puts her head in her hands before saying, “Yes we know. Now can we get into rehearsal? I’ll tell you all about it at lunch ok?”

10. Your band is doing a photo shoot for your next album and you’re all wearing swimsuits. You’re all meeting up when Linus says to Bonham, “What’s with all the bruises on your back? Is Kevin hitting you?” She flusters and doesn’t really give an answer until you go up to Kevin, who’s talking with Tom. “Did you hit Bonham?” You ask menacingly. Kevin just looks indignant and says, “No, well, yeah, but she asked me to.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” Sean asks. “She asked me to hit her when we were having sex.” Upon hearing this she says, “Way to be discreet.” How do you, Tom, Erik, Linus, and Sean respond?

Me: Oh, ok. Just don’t hit her too hard that you bruise her next time ok?

Tom: Damn, DuBrow. Did you hit her with bricks?

Erik and Linus just shake their heads at Kevin and Sean is just looking at him.

11. You’re about to go to sleep one night when you get a call. Cassie answers the phone but soon brings it to you. “It’s uncle Kevin. Something happened but he just insisted that he talk to you.” You answer the phone and he just tells you, “It’s Bonham. We’re at St. John’s downtown. Just…get here.” You do, and leave Cassie in charge of Sam and Chrissy. When you get there, Kevin is simultaneously worried sick and livid. He says, “She was at some party with friends from college and she overdosed hardcore on coke. They don’t know if she’ll be alright yet, but she’s so in for it when she’s better. She should never have touched that stuff.” Tom gives a little snort of laughter. “That’s rich, coming from you.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” Kevin hisses. “You’re such a hypocrite, you nearly killed yourself and your ex fiancee because you were strung out on coke, and more than once. You have no right to get preachy to her because this happened.” How does Kevin respond and what do you say?

Kevin gets all silent and just glares at Tom because he knows he’s right.

Me: While both of you are right, right now we should focus on her and making sure she’s ok. I can’t deal with breaking up a fight between you two I can barely hold it together right now.

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1) Your singer and Tom have a date night planned and you’re busy with a late night at work so Kevin is watching Cassie, Sam, and Chrissy overnight at your house. Your singer and Tom kiss the kids goodbye and your singer goes, “Are you sure you can handle them, Kevin? They’re a handful.” Kevin goes, “We’ll be fine I promise.” They leave for their date and you go to work. Once you get off work at about nine, you grab your phone to see four missed calls from Kevin. You call him back and Kevin screams into the phone, “I can’t deal with this! I can’t deal with this! I need help. Oh god, so much vomit.” Apparently, Sam and Cassie both got a stomach bug, (oddly enough baby Chrissy didn’t). How is your house when you arrive and how do you help Kevin with the two sick kids and the baby?

2) It’s the day of your and Kevin’s wedding. Your singer (who is your maid of honor) is helping you get ready when Tom knocks on the door. You only hear part of the conversation but you can tell your singer is pissed, “Seriously?! Why did he have to do this now? Help Bons get her hair done and I’ll go find him.” When Tom comes back to help you, you give him a funny look and go, “Do you know what you’re doing?” He looks at you in the mirror and says, “Who do you think does this every day?” While motioning to his hair. How do you respond?

3) Your singer has gone off to find Kevin while Tom is helping you with your hair because apparently, Kevin got cold feet. When she finds him, she punches him in the arm before going, “You’re seriously not running out on Bons. Are you? I know you love her and she loves you and if you break her heart. I’m breaking your face.” Kevin puts his hands up and goes, “Whoa, whoa, whoa. No, I just had to get away for a little bit. It was too busy.” How does your singer respond and how does their conversation go?

4) Your singer has just given birth to Cassie and you’re holding her when you look to Kevin and go, “Do you want to hold her?” Kevin backs up like three feet and holds his hands up, “No. I don’t want to hurt her or drop her. I’m going to hurt her.” Tom rolls his eyes, “For god’s sake, DuBrow. She’s not a porcelain doll. As long as you’re careful you’ll be fine.” How do you, Kevin, and your singer respond? Does Kevin hold Cassie?

5) Mal, Eddie, and Randy are all turning into teenagers. Mal has just turned 17, Eddie is 15, and Randy just turned 12. One day, you, your singer, and Kevin are out in the kitchen and your singer goes, “Kevin, you have to have the talk with them.” “What?! No, I’m not having that talk with them. You have it.” “I have to do it with Roxanne. Unless you want to talk about periods.” You see Kevin’s face visibly distort in discomfort. He sighs, “Fine...” How do you and your singer respond and how does “the talk” go?

6) You and Kevin are over at your singer and Tom’s when you find an old coffee tin (the sin tin) attached to the side of the fridge. Kevin pulls it off and gives Tom and your singer a devilish grin, “You have enough in here to buy yourselves a nice steak dinner. You have been getting pretty busy.” You look at it and go, “Ok, What the fuck does “the Sin Tin” mean? BabyCarrot you’ve had one since we were roommates in college. What does it mean?” How do your singer and Tom respond to Kevin and how do the three of them respond to you?

7) You, Tom, and Kevin go with your singer down to Texas for her aunt’s funeral. Your singer’s cousin asks her to bring back her aunt’s ashes in her carry on to give to her aunt’s son. Your singer is putting them into her carry on in the hotel and Kevin is going, “Come on, why do I have to put some of your clothing in my suitcase?” Your singer responds, “I have to take Aunt Shell home.” Kevin rolls his eyes, “Will you stop calling it that? It’s a box of ashes.” Your singer stops what she’s doing and you can see the tears well up in her eyes. The next thing you know, she locks herself in the bathroom and you can hear her crying heavily. How do you, Tom, and Kevin respond? What do you do to get her out of the bathroom?

8) You are over at your singer and Tom’s with Kevin and you’re all sitting downstairs in the basement living room. All of a sudden you hear a thud and Tom goes, “Dammit.” Your singer says, “Tom, are you alright?” “No...I think I twisted my ankle.” Your singer jumps up and goes, “What did you trip over?” “I tripped over the damn laundry rack that you insist on keeping.” How do you, your singer, and Kevin respond?

9) You and your singer are sitting in while Crue is recording girls and their manager is trying to talk to the higher-ups and they keep interrupting. (It’s at the beginning of the instrumental I sent you.) Your singer finally just screams, “Oh my god. Shut up, Christ. You three are worse than my kids.” How do you, Tommy, Nikki, and Vince respond?

10) You have gone into labor with your and Kevin’s first kid and Kevin and your singer are in the delivery room with you. It’s not too bad yet, so you’re just playing the waiting game. Kevin is already pacing and going, “I can’t do this. I can’t do this! What happens if I mess the kid up?” Your singer goes up to Kevin and goes, “Kevin, relax. You’ll do great, I know it. You’re great with Cassie.” How do you, Tom (who’s been sitting on the couch with one-year-old Cassie), and Kevin respond?

11) Your singer calls your home phone one night and you can barely understand her through her panicking. All you get out is that she wants to talk to Kevin. You wake him up and hand him the phone. At first, he’s groggy, but then he shoots straight up in bed and says, “I’ll be there right away. You don’t have to worry, BabyCarrot. I’m here.” When you ask what’s wrong, he goes, “Sam overdosed on cocaine and Tom and BabyCarrot are a mess. I’m going down to the hospital to be with them and to talk to Sam once he wakes up.” How do you respond and how are your singer and Tom once you get to the hospital?

12) You’re on a game grumps episode when Danny and Arin pull out the game Dragon’s Lair. They have both tried and died multiple times when your singer asks if she can try. Right off the bat, she passes both of them in the game, she’s clearly played before. Arin looks at her and says, “How the fuck do you know how to play this?” Your singer responds with a determined look on her face, “Where do you think all my allowance went in the arcade? Not to Ms. Pacman.” How do you, Danny, and Arin respond? What do Danny and Arin say when your singer beats the game?

13) You are recording with Crüe and Vince goes to your singer, “Come on, girlie. You’ve got to sing SOS with me.” They both go into the booth and soon the tapes are rolling. Your singer is clearly kicking Vince’s ass at the song and is really getting into it. Once it’s over Nikki goes, “Wow, you love that song?” Your singer smirks and goes, “Yeah, but I also wanted to one-up Vince.” How do you, Vince, Tommy, Nikki, and Mick respond?

14) Your singer has been dating an old college friend since she recently broke up with Kevin. You’ve been on tour and the paparazzi have been trying to get pictures of them for a while now. One day, you three are walking along the sidewalk when a paparazzi comes out of nowhere, “Pose for a picture! Pose for a picture!” You and your singer ignore him but your singers, college friend, Mick, decks him in the face before pulling you guys along. How does the paparazzi respond and what do you and your singer say to Mick, how does he respond?

@osbournebemydaddy your move, Bons :)

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embracetheapocalypsewithme · 6 years

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For a Good Time Call

Hey everyone! Long time, no smut! Sorry for the leave of absence. I’ve not been feeling particularly inspired lately. But I’m back with a fic for @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash‘s Birthday Writing Challenge! My prompt this time was “Walkie-Talkie”...So, Happy Early Birthday Ash, and I hope you like the smutty goodness I have to offer. :)

Summary: Jess is not at all enthused at the prospect of another lonely, boring night sitting alone in The Sanctuary’s guard tower. That is, until she discovers a cryptic note and a secret radio station. When a voice answers her calls, it seems a little too familiar...and vulgar. Could it be the infamous Negan?

Word count: 2,762

Warnings: Smut, masturbation, phone sex?, walkie-talkie sex?, Negan’s filthy mouth, Negan being Negan.

For a Good Time Call

The wind, which had been a trickle of warm breeze all day, began to pick up as midnight struck and Jess left the comfort of The Sanctuary for her guard duty shift. Plodding across the building’s massive lawn toward the faint orange glow of the tower where she would spend the next several hours keeping watch for any lurking threats, the tall woman sighed and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear unconsciously.

Her eyes were heavy with the remnants of an interrupted sleep, and her head still swam with visions of the dream she had been jolted out of by the sounding of her alarm. Though it had already started to fade around the edges, becoming a distant memory, she could recall the emotions that the dream had evoked: lust and longing, mingled with just a little bit of fear.

She recalled that her nighttime visions had featured a certain large and imposing figure that was almost certainly meant to represent the infamous Savior Leader, Negan. Though she had only spoken with the man less than a handful of times since becoming a part of his abandoned factory refuge, he had certainly begun to factor into her thoughts frequently enough that he was now haunting her sleep as well.

“Goddam alarm, blowing my sex dreams…” she muttered to herself as she began to climb the metal ladder that would bring her to the top of the tower.

“What was that?” came a voice from above. The current guard, who watched her ascent like a dog waiting for a morsel of food to drop from its master’s plate, was waiting impatiently for her to take over his shift so he could leave for the night.

“Nothing. Just talking to myself,” she called up, her voice echoing through the metal structure. She sped up her pace, not wanting to keep the other guard waiting. As she reached the topmost platform of the tower, she climbed through the trap door and stood next to the guard, awaiting instructions.

“That’s a sign of insanity, you know?” he asked with a smirk.

“What is?”

“Talking to yourself. You should go get checked out by Carson. Maybe you need some anti-psychotics. Or a good, hard fuck.”

“Maybe you need to shut your fucking mouth,” Jess fired back, grabbing the walkie-talkie that was clutched in the man’s hand.

The shit-eating grin remained spread across his features, “Jesus, honey! Didn’t mean to hit a nerve there.”

“Can you seriously just get the fuck out of here so I can get on with my night?” she asked, rolling her eyes, “I’ve got more important things to do than sit here and listen you to speculate about my sex life, ok?”

“Heh. Sure you do.”

With that, the now-off-duty guard began to climb down the ladder, slowly fading into the somber shadows below. Jess flipped the trap door shut behind him, allowing it to slam with a thunderous clap. She couldn’t be sure, but she thought that she heard the man below call her a bitch through the barrier that now stood between them. Better not to think about him too much, she decided. Arguing with assholes never ends well, and only seems to give them more power.

Turning the walkie-talkie over in her hands, she began to walk around the perimeter of the tower, her eyes slowly sweeping the area around her. After feeling confident that tonight would be another in a long stream of boring guard duty shifts, Jess slid down to the platform’s floor and sat with her long legs dangling over the side.

Of all the jobs she had been given since coming to The Sanctuary, guard duty had to be the worst. At least with sorting duty, you could chat with your neighbors and you were busy enough that the time went by quickly enough. On guard duty, there was nothing to do but sit and wait for something to happen. And nothing ever did.

Sure, there was the occasional gaggle of walkers, but unless the herd was really big, you just got to watch them stagger by while you kept quiet. Jess had yet to see a big herd, and so most of her time on guard duty was spent fantasizing about a certain tall, dark, and handsome leader that had caught her eye.

“Yeah, fat chance of that happening, Jess,” she murmured, placing her forehead against the cool metal railing.

As she sat on the tower’s platform, Jess continued to turn the walkie-talkie over in her hands, gazing at the hunk of plastic and metal as it caught the light of the nearby lamps. During one turn, she thought that she caught sight of a flash of yellow within one of the device’s crevices. Bringing it closer to her face to inspect it further, she could clearly see a small scrap of paper wedged into a speaker grate. This was interesting.

Though deep down she suspected that the scrap of yellow was just a piece of random debris, there was something about its thickness that caused Jess to hope that she might have stumbled onto a mystery that could occupy her mind for a little while. She stood and walked into the guard tower’s office where she found a first aid kit hanging on the wall next to the door. She cracked the case’s hard plastic clips open in search of the tool she needed.

Her eyes eventually alit upon the silver metal of a pair of tweezers, which were typically kept for splinters and picking debris out of small injuries. Tonight they would help her to pry the yellow scrap from the walkie-talkie’s grate. After a few moments of fidgeting with them, Jess felt the tweezers grip onto the foreign object and she pulled it from the walkie-talkie with a smooth motion.

“Well! Time to see what the hell you are,” she chirped into the darkness of the night as her slender fingers unfolded the sunny-hued piece of paper, which appeared to be a post-it note that someone had torn in half. It read:

“CA 345”

Then, below that in a decidedly feminine script:

“For a good time call…”

Perplexed, the tall woman shook her head for a moment until the message’s meaning dawned on her: This was a secure channel code for the walkie-talkies that only the users tuned into said channel could hear. And from the looks of it, this was a damn exclusive channel.

Her fingers hovered over the unit’s Menu button for a moment as she considered whether or not she would punch in the code and find out who, if anyone, was on the other end. Did she really want to open this can of worms tonight? What if it was some kind of top secret channel for the lieutenants? Would she get in trouble for her discovery?

But her eyes read the text below the code again. “For a good time call,” she read aloud with a hint of amusement in her voice.

No super-secret, serious lieutenant channel would have that written below it. Maybe it was just a prank? Her eyes scanned the area around the tower again, and found only darkness on the horizon. The dread of another boring and lonely night sitting by herself got the better of her, and before she could fully register what she was doing, she had punched the code into the walkie-talkie.

She was greeted with the white noise of static emitting from the speaker. The constant hiss was no different from the guard channel that the unit had been on previously, and Jess felt her heart drop a bit. It was probably an old channel that no one used anymore. Who knew how old that piece of paper was? With a defeated sigh, Jess pressed the Talk button, sure that she would only be talking to herself at this point.

“Well, I found your little piece of paper…whoever you are…or were,” she continued, “I guess it’s just me and the dead air tonight. It’s a shame. I really thought that there might have been someone out there to talk to. Oh well!”

Her arm dropped limply to her side and she released the Talk button. Greeted by only the hiss of dead air, she allowed the sound to fill the office for a moment. She was just about to bring the unit up to her face and switch back to the usual channel when the static cut out and a voice came through the speaker:

“You forgot to say over. Over.”

Startled by the unexpected sound, Jess nearly dropped the walkie-talkie. There really was someone out there to talk to! After regaining her composure, she responded to the voice: “Oh! I didn’t realize someone else was on this channel. Sorry! Over.”

A slight pause and then the voice, which was deep and smooth like a river rock, answered, “No need for apologies. You sound awfully lonely…and kinda fucking hot. What’s your name, sweetheart? Over.”

A hint of recognition lit up Jess’ mind as the voice spoke. It sounded almost exactly like Negan. But that couldn’t be who was answering her call. It was late and he had a whole harem of wives to keep him occupied.

“Jess. Well, Jessica, really, but everyone just calls me Jess. Over.”

“That’s a nice fucking name, Jessica. You didn’t ask me my name, but I’ll tell you anyway. I’m sure you’ve guessed by now…I’m Negan. Over.”

Her face flushed hot and red at the confirmation of his identity. It really was him! But she couldn’t let him know how flustered he had gotten her, so she tried to cover up with a bit of wit, “Aren’t we all? Over.”

“Well, yes. I guess you could say we’re all Negan. But I actually am. I’m the original. In the flesh. Over.”

A cheeky grin spread over the woman’s delicate features, “I wouldn’t exactly say you’re here in the flesh. More in the voice, so to speak…No pun intended…What was that second part of the note I found? For a good time call? Over.”

A deep chuckle rumbled from the unit’s speaker, “Awe shit. Is that what it fucking said? Well, I don’t want to disappoint you, Jessica. Over.”

“Oh, I have a feeling that you could never disappoint me. Over.”

The sound of static lingered on the other end for what felt like a very long time and anxiety began to gnaw at her. Had she said something wrong? Just as she was about to apologize the hiss cut out and the same voice came back to her:

“So, Jessica, what are you wearing this evening? Over.”

“Oh you know. The usual guard attire. Black teddy and stiletto heels…tiny g-string underneath. Nothing too fancy. How about you? Over.”

“Well, I’ll be fucking damned. I’m wearing the exact same thing. What a fucking coincidence!”

Jessica giggled before pressing the talk button to respond, “You forgot to say ‘over’ this time. Over!”

“Shit. I guess the thought of you in a lacy, little number got me all flustered and I forgot. The blood rushed away from my brain to…more interesting parts of me. Over.”

“Oh, is that right? And what are you gonna do about that? Over.”

Her face was on fire now with a mixture of lust and anxiety, and the blood rushed audibly through her ears. Had she gone too far this time? Would she get in shit for being too forward and coming on to her boss?

“Well, Jessica, I think I might just have to take matters into my own hands here. Being that you aren’t around to help me relieve some of the tension you’ve caused. What do you think about that? Over.”

She considered his question for a moment before replying, “I think I’d like to hear you relieve a bit of that tension. Maybe you can help me relieve a bit of my own tension too…Over.”

“Mmm. I like the sound of that. Why don’t you sit back and get comfortable while I get my cock out of my pants.”

“Sure…” utterly swept up in the moment, they let proper walkie-talkie protocol fall to the wayside.

“There we go!” Negan’s voice sounded so close, even though she knew that he was probably nowhere near her, “You’ve already got me rock fucking hard, baby. I’m stroking myself nice and slow for you. Why don’t you shimmy out of that little g-string and let me know how wet you are.”

Jessica reclined in the office’s chair, listening to it creak under her shifting weight, “Yes, sir…” her voice trailed off as she slipped a hand down the waistband of her pants and allowed her fingers to explore her depths.

“Tell me how it feels,” his voice, rendered warm through the radio signal, commanded her from afar.

“Mmm. Wet and ready,” Jess replied, her fingers pushing against the sensitive clit as she spread her legs further.

“Me too, baby. I wish I was there right now to bend you over and fuck you good and hard. I wanna make you scream my name while you cum. Would you like that, Jessica?”

“Oh fuck! Yes I would!” she groaned, and allowed her index and middle fingers to slide inside of her depths, all the while imagining that it was her long-distance companion’s hardened member instead.

“Taste yourself for me. Tell me how sweet that little pussy is.”

Jessica did as he commanded, pressing down the walkie-talkie’s Talk button while she loudly sucked the wetness from her fingers so that he could hear it on the other end, “It is really sweet. I wish you could kiss it off of my lips now.”

“Fuck that’s a dirty lady! You’ve got my fucking cock pulsing in my hands. I bet it tastes just like honey, doesn’t it?”

“You know it!” she replied, smirking at the exaggeration, “God I’m getting close…”

“Fuck. So am I,” he replied.

She knew that he was telling the truth as his voice had gradually become raspy with desire. Her hand worked its way between her legs again, this time pressing harder against her most sensitive areas, striving for release. Her nipples had become sensitive and pressed against the fabric of her bra in a way that wasn’t at all unpleasant.

Pressing the Talk button again, Jess moaned into the unit before replying, “Fuck I want your cock in me so bad, Negan! I wanna feel you all the way deep inside.”

There was a long pause before he replied, but once he did, she understood why, “Oh fucking fuck! You got me. You just made me fucking lose it, you filthy fucking girl!”

The knowledge of his release at her words was enough to push Jess over the edge. Her legs strained against the chair’s seat as her back arched into her own orgasm. With what little presence of mind she still had, she pushed down the Talk button once again in order to give the man on the other end an earful, “Oh fuck! Fuck, Negan! I’m coming!”

As the contractions subsided and the world came back into focus around her, Jess listened to the walkie-talkie sputter back to life with Negan’s voice: “Good girl! That sounded fucking great, Jessica. You sure know how to make a man feel wanted…”

Letting out a shaky breath, she held the unit up to her lips once again, “Th-thanks! That was amazing! I’m glad you liked it too…”

“You forgot to say ‘over’, Jessica. Tisk tisk.”

“So did you…Over!”

“You know, I think we might need to brush up on your radio protocol. I feel like you might need some close, personal attention from someone to show you how to properly respond over a walkie-talkie. What do you think? Over.”

“Well, if it’s you doing the tutoring, I think that sounds like a great idea. Over.”

“Fucking fantastic! I’ll be right up for round two! Over.”

Jess’ eyes widened at his words, “Wait. Does that mean you’re somewhere close to me right now?”

“Look down below the tower…Over!”

Rising from her chair on shaky legs, Jess made her way out of the office and to the railing that encircled the tower. She peered down at the lower part of the ladder and was greeted by the grinning face of Negan staring up at her.

“Get yourself fucking ready, Jessica!...And I do mean fucking ready…I’m coming up and we’re gonna go over and over this walkie-talkie stuff until you get it right. I don’t care if it takes all night long…”

#comicnegan>#negan smut #Negan's thirst squad #negan fanfiction #twd fanfiction

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theabsentmindedarchitect · 7 years

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Supercorp Fic recs

Shit’s lit.

BOLDED are my absolute favorites.

UPDATED AS OF 9/26

Kissed by the sun by lostariel Medieval AU- There’s fluff, then angst, then fluff again, then holy shit angst. Top pick for me- highly rec it. One of those fics that make you physically feel because of how good it is. Ongoing as of this post.

Signs by lostariel- Aphasiaic!Kara, no powers. Really, really interesting insight into Kara.

Millennium Prize Problem by lostariel- No powers, Lena’s a maths genius bent on solving one of the biggest unsolved problems in computing. Feat. Physics genius Kara + angst

the Birth of Venus by lostariels AU where Lena is the most extra art thief and Kara’s so done with her shit

Actually you want to know what? I’m just gonna rec anything that’s from lostariel to save time. One of the people I look up as a writer.

Eclipse by Local_Asshole Kara ascends to become a god, but what about those she left behind? Another required read.

Made of Stars by gveret Similar AU to above

Lord, Save me from your followers by anamatics- One of the required reads in the SC fandom. Title says all.

Portals Are Unreliable by Rhino (RhinoMouse)- Medieval AU, crossover with Merlin- Kara tries to return home after helping Barry but somehow lands in another world. Attempting to find a way home, she comes across someone who looks a lot like Lena…. Ongoing series with 4 parts.

On this night (and in this life) by Lady_Hircine- two shot, post medusa au- interesting view into Lena’s mind feat. her doubts and insecurities.

Promise. by ShippingThings HOLY. SHIT. The first time Cat Grant sees Lena is when she’s 9. AU studying on the relationship between Cat Grant and Lena as she grows up. I LOVE THIS FIC SO MUCH. REQUIRED READING

Three Days by Silent_Specter- Post medusa AU. A bit heavy, really really good.

Red Earth & Pouring Rain by automaticheartache - Red!K FWB ish situation- feat unhealthy coping and mechanics and the actual desire to fix it

Mercy by Rykeral THE MOTHER OF SLOW BURNS ONGOING WITH 67 CHAPTERS AND COUNTING WHAT THE FUCK WHY IS LENA SUCH A BADASS. REQUIRED. FUN FACT THIS FIC IS LONGER THAN HP DEATHLY HALLOWS

Swear Jar by BroodyJC- one shot. “Because right in between the ‘Cooler Danvers’ and ‘Mags Swags’ jars rested another one. Belonging to no one other than Lena Luthor.Lee :)” or Lena is a thirsty ‘ho who enjoys corrupting Kara

danishes and other sweet treats by unicyclehippo- one shot. Bed sharing. That is all.

Sunlit Honey and Lavender Sunsets by wtfoctagon - Another required read. Lena and Kara’s relationship through Jess’s eyes. Has a sequel here.

Whispers by gabs88- post medusa au. Longish side. Lillian somehow manages to escape and attempts to make Lena and Kara’s lives a living hell. While they’re trying to figure this thing that’s going on between them.

Thunderbolt by chooseredemption- Smut. Lena with piercings. Nipple piercings.

Offstage by Aerstes The college theatre kid AU you never knew you needed feat. flirty AF Lena Luthor

This and That and All the Rest by gveret- Smut body worship. This is the softest thing I have ever read that the fuck

Kara Danver’s Most Successful Press Conference by luthorbitch- Smut.

It’s in the Stars (It’s been Written in the Scars/On our Hearts) by katevw8 Post Medusa AU. Feat slow burn and sex getaways and dates on alternate earths. Another required read.

Did You Absolutely Have To by gveret- hilarious “ (In which Lena insists on doing everything in the most unnecessarily ominous way possible.) “

Do not go gentle into that good night by Khrat9 . Medieval AU feat angst and badass Lena. Another required read.

Only Human by Khrat9 - Post Luthors + two shot. Feat. drunk Lena and post drunk confession sexy times.

somewhere i have never travelled by zefrumiousbandersnatch Soft Kara and Lena with time skips. Lena shows Kara the homes she’s lived in the past and how Kara is her new home. It’s gay.

We Need a New Song by uhpockuhlipz The Ballet AU you never knew you needed.

Unavoidable Dreams by C_AND_B Smut. Kara has sex dreams. About Lena. Two shot.

Duality by MsSirEy A study in trust, emotions- feat. a lot of smut.

cops, robbers & incredibly bad decisions by C_AND_B THE THIEF!LENA AU YOU NEEDED BUT WERE TOO LAZY TO WRITE YOURSELF. ONESHOT

And when it’s done we will walk where the road meets the sun by zefrumiousbandersnatch - Angst, unrequited love, and time travel hijinks.

fall by cautiouslyoptimistic Oneshot. Supergirl falls on a Wednesday. Happy ending.

Her Brother’s Keeper by ProfessorSpork HOLY SHIT. “ Her Brother’s Keeper A CatCo Magazine exclusive by Kara Danvers”

no one but you (got me feeling this way) by AgentJoanneMills Roomates college AU where Kara isn’t who she seems… No powers

negotiations and commands by TheRagingThespian Sometimes home is just an alien and her equally alien dog who can fly

How to Succeed in Business by automaticheartache AU where Kara takes a job at L-Corp to keep an eye on Lex’s little sister. Only Lena’s the opposite of who she expected her to be and Kara might be a little in love with her.

Supergirl In Training by wtfoctagon REQUIRED READ. So, for some reason Lena runs into her 17 year old daughter…. from the future.

Handling It by C_AND_B Highschool AU. Lena might be a little enamored with the girl who moved across the street, but she’s handling it ok?

The Song Stuck in My Head by Marzos Soulmates AU where you hear the songs stuck in your soulmate’s heads. Why the fuck is Lena’s soulmate singing peanut butter jelly time. Oneshot.

You Wanna Be Friends Forever? I Can Think of Something Better by My_Heart_Is_Not_Cold The season 2 rewrite we needed. Mon-ew who? I don’t know him. Did I mention bed sharing?

Couches Have Feelings Too (Why Are You Naked) by yellowclock ITS CRACK. CRACK. ONESHOT.

Don’t Let Her Go by Cartecka Cat’s watched Lena grow up from a distance.

fell down from the atmosphere (so i could whisper in your ear, so long) by tinyvariations Ongoing. Lena didn’t want to acknowledge it, but she was forced to as she watched Supergirl plummit to the ground. Why was this an issue? She’s dating Kara Danvers. Feat. flashbacks and the progression of their relationship.

To Disclose by arctor89 AU where Kara didn’t disable Lena’s alien detection device.

and stick it into someone else’s heart by Lizzen Smut. Sex pollen.

I’ll find you on every Earth by sasha272 Kara doesn’t come home after leaving to help Barry. So naturally Lena goes after her.

Did I Wake Up In My Happy Ending? by Rhino (RhinoMouse) Lena wakes up in the hospital and apparently she’s married to this gorgeous reporter, she has a family and everything is alright???

parent teacher association by captain_golden The parent-teacher AU you never knew you needed.

Prescription by La5021 “ Kara sees Lena wearing glasses and has no chill” oneshot

roll up your sleeves (everything is gonna be alright) by pelzeniton A fic looking into the relationship between Alex and Lena. Or how Lena lost one older brother and gained an older sister. Found Family.

Not a Fantasy by wallofcrazy SMUT.

The Liar Game by ladyptarmigan Ongoing. Very interesting insight on the way Lena thinks.

If the Suit Fits by littlebrother AU based on the idea that Lena went to college with Kara and designs her suit and is having a hard time repressing her gay. Oneshot

Unveiled by BiJane CRACK. Lena’s convinced Kara is some kind of serial streaker. ONESHOT

Would You Catch Me If I Fall For You (‘Cause I’m falling) by Khrat9 ONGOING Lena can see this woman that no one else can. So great. Begins before S2x1

but i’m weak (and what’s wrong with that?) by exprsslyfrbidden SMUT.” Lillian threatens to hurt Supergirl if Lena continues their friendship. Naturally, this means they should become friends with benefits.”

“Professional” Curiosity by TheSpaminator AU where Kara and Lena are rival CEOs and Kara’s this adorable badass and Lena can’t deal. ONGOING

maybe we were made to dance around each other, babe by goon - AU where Kara is a model and Lena is a singer. The Taylor Swift/Karlie Kloss AU you didn;t know you wanted at all to begin with. ONGOING

Paranoia Incarnated by SupercorpSmutFluffandAngst Mistaken identity hijinks. ONGOING FEAT THAT HEADCANON PEOPLE USE OF KARA TELLING APART HEARTBEATS

Cheating Death is Fine, But Cheating Kisses Are NOT by whitebeltwriter MISTAKEN IDENTITY.” Lena knows Kara is Supergirl but Kara doesn’t know that she knows.So when Lena kisses Supergirl as a thank you for saving her life, Kara takes it as Lena being willing to cheat on her and promptly avoids her for a week. Alex finds all of it hilarious.”

The Unsuccessful Capture of a Luthor by NyxAqua SMUT. Yawn-El gets put in his place lawl. ONESHOT

Of RedK & One-Night Stands by ForeverInsomniac ONGOING. RED!K After a one night stand, Lena returns to National City… only to have that certain one night stand walk into her office. ONGOING

Giant by coeurastronaute AU where Lena and Kara went to high school together and shit happens.. only for them to reconnect years later with some unresolved issues. ONGOING

Five Years by acoolusername Strange how things don’t really change in five years… but why is Lena in her apartment? Time travel Hijinks.

The Laws of Fate by sten06 Soulmate AU. Soulmates have red strings tying them to each other. Lena can see these strings and for some reason hers goes up towards the sky.

emotions and math by jennyquill SMUT

SuperDaddy by agtdamnvxrs (chxronica) CRACK ONESHOT

A Ribbon at a Time by abcooper AU where Lex defeated Superman and Kara had to go into hiding. Morbid curiousity brings her to Lex’s sister.

Headline: Luthor Shoots Down Supergirl, Just Not in the Way You’d Expect by theamazingkrypto TWOSHOT CRACK LOL

judge by cautiouslyoptimistic AU. Somehow one cat brings two people together.

that’s how the light gets in by celaenos Season 2 rewrite.Yawn El who?

Roommates by JediFighterPilot2727 Post Invasion. Feat. Bed sharing and domestic fluff. Oneshot

The yellow door by luthorial Kara and Lena’s relationshp through the eyes of a chinese resturaunt waitress. shit’s cute

i’ll crawl home to her. by blxxm AU where Kara and Lena were in a foster home together. Ongoing

UPDATE 9/26: HERES SOME MORE BECAUSE I FORGOT TO ADD SOME! Or: me trying really hard not to recommend all the smut fics becaues I’m a thirsty ho.

Ascendio by littlebrother- Goblet of fire AU featuring Beauxbatons Lena (KATIE MCGRATH IN THAT UNIFORM HELLO???) It’s soft and gay and features bed sharing. ONGOING

my youth is yours by lynnearlington- AU where Kara and Lena dated in college but then broke up. ANGSSSSTTTTTTTT ONGOING

Green Isn’t Always a Weakness by BattlingBard Collection of prompts from canon and AUS. There’s a couple of prompts in here that feature them discussing how Kara doesn’t age AND ITS SO GODDAMN JUICY ESPECIALLY CHAPTER 47 I CRIED

I Always Want You by captain_golden HP AU where everyone is just hella gay like what the hell

The Fifth Wall by Black_Tea_and_Bones AU “Kara goes to bed with Mon-El, and wakes up with Lena Luthor.But it isn’t Kara’s bed, and they’re not in Lena’s apartment, and that is definitely not their baby… Right?”

Broken, in pieces, I’ll put you back together by gabs88 ONGOING. Post Invasion where Kara’s trying to get over someone and Lena’s trying to not hurt. Feat: unhealthy coping mech (Note: this doesnt glorify mon-hell)

Far from Native Soil by gveret or the Beauty and the Beast AU that has me convinced I’m a furry now LOL

In Rao’s Light by rileynoah SMUT. Yea this is just pure sin. Enjoy you naughty children.

The Science Guild (Or How Kara Danvers Became A Nerd Icon) by dreiser I don’t know how I didn’t add this in but holy shit. Kara’s canon genius is actually shown????????

real by cautiouslyoptimistic AU oneshot where Lena is convinced to help Lilian and Lex but she forgets the help part because she’s so in love with Kara

Extra Credit by MinaMauveine AU where Kara is Lena’s professor and she’s pretty sure they’re breaking some kind of rule

Subletly by BroodyJC CRACK/ONESHOT Alternate title: How many lesbian references can the author get into this one fic

The Power of Cuddling by Izzy95 I’m just going to let you find out. Prepare to be surprised.

brave by cautiouslyoptimistic ONESHOT AU where Lena and Kara were childhood friends and then shit happened and wow angst hi there

Say Something by C_AND_B THE SPEAK NOW TAYLOR SWIFT AU THAT WAS NEEDED AND ADGSDFG

#supercorp #supergirl #fan fic refs #fan fiction recs #asfaf #wow this is taking forever to write #it has been 2 hours lol

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katelides · 6 years

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This is a part 2 of One Shot 12

BeChloeIsLegit - Did anyone ask for a followup to this one? Like, who were the texts from that Chloe got? Why were they sent?

I just need more. . . .Thanks!

Hope you enjoyed this and if you have more prompts please let me know :D

I feel so bad about not posting for a few days but it’s been really busy and I had a few bad days so writing hasn’t been easy so SORRY for the wait but I’m back :)))

One Shot 19

“See you on Monday Luke.” The British DJ smiles at the grumpy brunette and waves her out the door. “See you later Becky.” Beca rolls her eyes. “Hey Beca… Luke.” Jesse just arrived for his shift. “Jesse great you’re here, could you grab me some lunch?” The brunette boy’s face falls. “Have fun.” Beca shouts behind her in a mocking voice.

Beca laughs to herself about how ridiculous the two boys could be at time but her attention quickly changes when she sees a flash of red running towards her usual spot underneath the tree. A smile forms on her face when she recognizes who the flash of red belonged to. Beca tries to get Chloe’s attention by waving but she doesn’t notice her.

The brunette makes her way towards the tree and sees the always bubbly girl wipe away tears. This of course alarms her and she runs towards Chloe. The minute she reaches her she doesn’t even get a chance to say anything because the redhead turns around with a huff and walks away. “Hey Chlo wait up… Chloe? Chloe!”

Beca stops Chloe from walking away by running in front of her and placing her hands on the redhead’s shoulders. “Leave me alone Beca.” Chloe tries to wriggle free but Beca won’t let her. “Chloe please talk to me. “Why can’t you just back off! You’re not the only one allowed to be grumpy! Go dethatch yourself from the world like you always do! ” Beca is shocked to say the least but she doesn’t let it phase her. So she does the one thing that always calms Chloe down when she’s in a bad mood.

She wraps the older Bella in her arms and holds her as tight as she can. At first the redhead struggles but soon mimics the motions and holds on to Beca for dear life, crying her eyes out. Beca keeps whispering soft, loving words into her ear and she calms down slightly. She doesn’t let go any time soon and Beca doesn’t seem to mind at all. They both lost track of time and have no idea how long they’ve been standing underneath the tree.

Chloe’s stomach reminds them both that food is a necessity and it makes the two girls chuckle lightly. “Let’s get some take-out and go back to our apartment. Oh yes, Chloe moved in with Beca. It was an easy decision and Beca’s father didn’t mind since Chloe was the one to convince Beca to join the Bellas and open up. It’s a two bedroom apartment anyway but not that they use the second one. They had started officially dating shortly after the cat ‘incident’ so it was inevitable.

“Can we get pizza?” Chloe asks with a sore voice. “Anything you want, I’ll text the Bellas to let them know we won’t come to movie night today so we can cuddle.” Chloe smiles slightly and nods. She hates ditching on her friends but today she couldn’t handle the Bellas. “Can we get ice-cream too?” Beca chuckles at the adorable redhead. “You read my mind, Beale.” The brunette cups Chloe’s cheeks and wipes away the smudged mascara before kissing the tip of her nose.

“Are you ready to go?” Beca asks carefully. “Yeah uhm but could you… please don’t let go?” The fragile sounds breaks Beca’s heart. Whatever happened must be really bad. “Sure baby.” Beca swings her laptop bag over her shoulder and takes Chloe’s bag in her right hand. She quickly turns so Chloe is on her left so she can drape her arm around the older girl. The redhead takes her hand and intertwines their fingers.

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Beca watches Chloe curled up on the couch in her pajamas, fluffy slippers and Fizzle next to her. She had called the Bellas to let them know they weren’t going to make it because Chloe didn’t feel well. The group seemed to understand and wished Chloe well.

“Hey baby? Do you maybe want the ice-cream?” The redhead hadn’t eaten much of the pizza. She barely got one piece through and then curled up into Beca’s side until she got thirsty. Of course the brunette immediately jumped up to do whatever it takes to take care of her girlfriend. She would always do that, just like Chloe is always there for her.

“Uhhmm maybe later?” Chloe sits up slightly. “Alright, let me know and I’ll get the tub from the freezer.” Chloe lets out a sigh. “I’m sorry.” Beca puts down the bottles of water she brought from the kitchen. “What are you sorry for?” The brunette picks up her girlfriend’s feet and sits down on the couch placing them on her lap. “I’m sorry for yelling at you earlier, I shouldn’t have done that.”

“Don’t worry about it baby. We all have bad days.” Chloe takes her legs of off Beca’s lap crossing her before her while sitting up. “No I should have talked to you instead of snapping.” She looks down, terrified to look her girlfriend in her eyes. “Chlo, honey please look at me because what I’m about to say is really important and I want to make sure you hear me.” Beca cups Chloe’s chin with her thumb and index finger.

Their eyes lock and a warmth spreads through Chloe. Beca’s warm and genuine smile make her realize how lucky she truly is. The brunette will never make her feel uncomfortable or force her to say or do anything. She’s the perfect person and right now she doesn’t deserve her at all. How could she have been so cruel to the best thing in her life. Beca’s voice brings her back and she listens intently.

“I don’t know what happened today and you don’t have to tell me. I just want you to know that no matter how much you push me away I’ll keep coming back. That’s a promise I intend to keep for the rest of my life. I’d rather you voice your frustrations than keep it all inside, it’s not a great option. Trust me when I say that I love you and I’m in it for the long game, that means good and bad times.”

The soft meow coming from the tiny kitten makes the brunette stop talking with a laugh. “You see, even Fizzle agrees.” This comment cracks Chloe up and they share a short but light hearted laugh. But soon the redhead’s face turns serious. “He’s been texting again.” Beca’s eyes widen in shock. “W-why didn’t you tell me?” Chloe shakes her head. “I thought I could handle it but it has gotten worse.”

Tears start spilling from Chloe’s eyes and Beca tries wiping them away. “I-I should h-have told you but I d-didn’t want to worry you.” Beca wraps her arms around her girlfriend letting her cry once again. Anger boiling inside of her because a jerk was hurting Chloe. The sweetest, most caring human being to ever exist.

“When I find out who is doing this to you, he or she will pay big time.” Beca pulls Chloe closer if that’s even possible. Fizzle found its way between the two girls and is purring against them. “Chlo?” The redhead hums to acknowledge the brunette. “Maybe it’s time to tell the Bellas? Maybe one of them knows the number?” The older Bella lets out a long sigh. “You’re right, maybe I should.” Beca lets go of Chloe and reaches for her phone on the table.

*Phone Call*

Stacie: “Hey Beca, what’up? You’re on speaker by the way.”

Beca: “Hey Stace, can you and the Bellas come to our place? We need an emergency Bella meeting ASAP.”

Stacie: “What happened? Is everything ok?”

Beca: “I think it’s better to explain when you’re all here but it’s about Chloe and she needs all our support right now.” The brunette flashes a warm, loving smile at Chloe who is petting Fizzle.

Stacie: “We’ll be there soon, the girls are all upstairs getting ready to go.”

Beca: “Thanks, see you soon.”

Stacie: “Hey Beca?”

Beca: “Yeah?”

Stacie: “You’re a great friend.”

Beca: “Ok don’t get mushy on me now Conrad, get your ass over here.”

Stacie: “I can get that arranged in multiple ways.” Beca cringes at the insinuation.

Beca: “Alright you weirdo, see you later.”

Stacie: “Bye.”

*End Phone Call*

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The Bellas slowly make their way into the living room and see Chloe on the couch with her legs crossed, a blanket draped over her and Fizzle in her lap. Beca is the last one to enter after making sure everyone got inside. Beca sits down next to Chloe putting her right arm around her and patting Fizzle with her left hand.

“I don’t want to sound pushy but what’s going on?” Stacie asks carefully seeing the two curled up and Chloe with a sad face. “No it’s ok, we asked you guys to come over because we have a problem and maybe you could help us out?” Beca starts looking at Chloe while talking, making sure she was still ok with it. The nod she receives urges her to go on. “So Chloe has been getting weird texts for a while now and we don’t know who it is.” The Bellas stay quiet for a moment but it doesn’t last long. “What’s he been sending our ginger?” Fat Amy asks on behalf of everybody else. Chloe’s eyes drop down and even Beca seems to get worried. She had seen some of the previous texts but recent ones remained a mystery to her and judging by her girlfriend’s reaction it’s a good thing.

Beca takes her arm away and gets up from the couch. “Beca? Where are you going?” The brunette ignores her girlfriend and disappears into the hallway but returns soon after. “Why didn’t you show me this.” Tears are threatening to spill from Beca’s eyes reading something on Chloe’s phone. “Beca don’t…” Beca cuts her off quickly. “No Chloe this is borderline crazy… why?”

Chloe shakes her head. “I couldn’t be bothered.” Beca sits down with a sigh. “Chloe the things this person has been sending are cruel.” The rest of the Bellas now very interested to know what’s in the messages. “This guy is harassing you.” Stacie can’t take it and snatches the phone out of Beca’s hands. Her face drops immediately and reads few of the messages out loud.

Why do you even exist?

You're weird and you get in the way of where I'm looking.

Stop being weird and stop being happy.

Stop being who you are. Or I'm gonna put my foot in your weird, stupid face.

Some gasps are heard and soft sobs come from Chloe. Beca is up from the couch pacing through the room angrily. “Chloe how long has this been going on?” Beca stops abruptly and turns to face the girls. “A few months.” Chloe says in a hushed voice. “Does anyone recognize the number?” Beca asks through gritted teeth but no one does.

“I know a way I can find out.” Beca looks at Lilly. “Anything you need?” The Bellas stare at the extremely angry brunette as if she’s crazy. After all this time Beca is still the only one who can hear Lilly. “A laptop.” Beca runs out of the room and returns with her laptop and hands it to the Asian girl. It takes her a few minutes but she quickly finds what she’s looking for turning the laptop to reveal who the mystery texter is.

Before anyone can react Beca storms out of the apartment leaving Chloe screaming her name to come back. But to no avail. “Chloe go get dressed, Lilly, Jessica, Ashley and I will follow Beca and you follow when you’re ready.” The redhead doesn’t hesitate and goes to her room to get changed while the named Bellas quickly get out to follow their captain.

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Beca is running as if her life depends on it. The bastard that did this to Chloe will pay. She knows the way too well because she had picked Chloe up multiple times from the place in tears. She hated that guy so much for hurting Chloe and now she was going to get revenge. She reaches the apartment building in record time and sees one of Tom’s neighbors walk out. “Hey is Tom in?” Beca asks as politely as she can. “No, he’s at the bar.” Beca thanks the girl and goes into the right direction.

The Bellas follow the petite brunette while Stacie shoots Chloe a text of their new direction. When they reach the bar Stacie send one final text before bursting into the bar after Beca. She’s just in time to see Beca march up to the tall brunette boy slapping him across the face. Tom gets up angrily. “What the fuck you midget… what’s your deal?” Beca just glares at the guy.

“You’re a filthy bastard, how could you do that to Chloe?” Tom look confused. “What are you talking about?” Beca scoffs. “You’ve been harassing her for months, we know it’s you.” A sly smirk forms on tom’s face. “You have no proof midget.” Beca lunges forward hitting him against his jaw. Tom falls back slightly but finds his footing quickly attacking Beca.

Since Tom is much taller and stronger than Beca she gets thrown back by a blow to her ribs falling to the ground with a loud thud. Beca doesn’t seem fazed at all and gets up ignoring the pain. She grabs Toms shirt and pushes him back against the bar but Tom quickly turns the tables on her slamming her against the bar. A loud grunt comes from Beca and Tom laughs.

“You little bitch have nothing on me.” Tom hits Beca with a right hook and the brunette lets out a loud squeak when the blow hits her. “As long as I’m alive I’ll keep protecting Chloe.” Beca spits into Tom’s face which only angers him more. He manages to hit Beca one more time against her ribs before being pulled off by Jesse and Benji followed by the rest of the Trebles and Bellas.

“Don’t you dare touch her again.” Chloe shouts before slapping Tom and running to check on Beca who is doubled down on the floor clutching her ribs. “Beca a-are you ok? Of course you’re not… oh my gosh you’re bleeding….” Beca stops Chloe’s rambling by weakly throwing her arms around her. “I’m fine Chlo, I’m fine.”

The couple’s attention gets drawn by Tom shouting at the Trebles to let him go. “If you ever come near any of us or if you ever text any of us again we won’t be nice anymore.” The Trebles kick Tom out of the bar followed by loud cheers from all the bystanders. “How did they get here?” Beca asks while trying to get up with the help of Chloe. “I called Jesse on my way here and explained what happened.

Beca looks over at Jesse and flashes him a grateful smile. “Let’s get some ice for you.” Beca looks at Chloe with a smile. “That would be great.” Flo runs over to help Chloe to keep Beca upright but it seems a lost cause because the brunette faints soon after. Jesse sees this happen and runs towards the girls. “Hey let me help.” The Treble picks Beca up bridle style and carries her to Chloe and Beca’s apartment.

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Chloe watches Beca sleep while holding an ice pack against her jaw. A short time later the brunette twitches slightly and wakes up slowly. “Hey Becs, how are you feeling?” Chloe asks in a whisper. The loud grunt she receives as a response when Beca tries to get up tells her all she needs. Chloe quickly helps Beca sit up and pulls up Beca’s shirt to check the damage. “Shit Beca how hard did he hit you?”

“Don’t worry about it Chlo.” The redhead shakes her head. “Why are you like this.” Beca shrugs with a smile. “You can’t change me Beale, I am who I am.” Chloe chuckles lightly. “Do you need anything?” Beca shakes her head. “I only need you.” Beca waves Chloe over and the redhead quickly cuddles into her side. Fizzle seems to have a sense for cuddle session because soon he’s up on the bed nuzzled between the two girls.

Chloe listens to Beca’s steady heartbeat and the kitten’s slow purring. It makes her feel safe and happy, in moments like this she imagines how their future could be. And then it hits her, the words Beca had spoken to her a few hours back run through her head. Trust me when I say that I love you and I’m in it for the long game, that means good and bad times. Chloe quickly sits up startling both Beca and the kitten.

“Chlo what’s wrong?” Beca wants to sit up even more but the pain in her chest stops her before leaning down kissing her passionately. When they break apart Beca has to ruin the moment by speaking. “what was that for?” The redhead smiles brightly and has tears in her eyes. “I-I love you too.” Beca lets out a breath. “You did hear that huh.” Chloe nods and leans back down capturing the brunette’s lips again until a soft meow comes from between them.

They let out a laugh smiling down at the blue eyed kitten. “We love you too Fizzle.” Chloe picks up the kitten placing it on Beca’s stomach and nuzzling into her side with a huge smile. This was the very first time they had said the big L to each other and now they look like the perfect family but instead of a baby they have a cute kitten and maybe kids will come one day. Beca is pretty sure about that, her grandmother’s engagement ring is hidden away in her closet waiting for them to finish college and start a new chapter of their lives.

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Choices

Word count-1724(without lyrics)

Characters-Reader, Sam, Dean(mentioned), Chuck, Castiel(mentioned)

Pairing-Sam x reader

A/N- Written for @mrswhozeewhatsis 2017 Louden Swain mini bang. I chose Amazing from No Time Like the Present. I fell in love with this song the first time I heard it. This one came out exactly like I planned it, for once. Thank you @winchesterprincessbride for beta reading this one. Enjoy everyone.

-JediCat

The room was quiet; the only sound was the muted beeping of the machines that were keeping Y/N alive. Sam sat at her bedside holding her hand, wondering if she would ever wake up. Dean had left just a little while ago to try to reach either Cas or Chuck, neither of whom was answering their phones or prayers. Sam stayed, sending up his own prayers but refusing to leave Y/Ns side. For the first time since Jess he was afraid of losing someone besides Dean and he was damning himself for not telling her before she took the knife that was meant for him.

The last thing Y/N remembered was seeing one of the demons they’d been fighting get behind Sam with a hunting knife in its hand. She’d launched herself across the room, hoping to get between him and the knife before it struck home. Instead, she’d caught him at a moment that he was off balance and completely knocked him out of the way. She felt the knife cut across her stomach as she pushed her demon blade through its chest, then she woke up here, sitting in what looked like a Hollywood screening room.

The room was about ten foot by twelve foot, one wall completely covered by a movie screen. The other walls were covered in deep blue velvet curtains attached at the top and bottom tied in the center with wide gold cord. Lights in the shape of gold candle sconces were on the walls between each curtain gave off just enough light to see a dozen or so chairs scattered about in pairs with small tables of a light wood trimmed in gold between each pair. The smell of popcorn filled the air and she turned to find a full popcorn machine with a stack of huge cups sitting next to it and a soda machine with a stack of glasses nearby. Her stomach rumbled reminding her that she hadn’t eaten since before she and the Winchesters left on the hunt.

She walked over and filled one of the popcorn cups, then grabbed a glass and filled it with Coke. It was then she noticed a giant box of Junior Mints on the counter. She dumped about a third of the popcorn back into the popper and dumped the whole box onto the hot popcorn, then put a second cup on top and started shaking it. She had to hand it to whomever set this whole thing up they knew her favorite movie night treats.

“Of course I know your favorites, Y/N,” a voice came from behind her.

With a yelp Y/N jumped, sending her popcorn and Coke flying. She landed already half turned reaching behind her for her gun, only to realize that it was Chuck standing behind her. With an exasperated sigh she hugged her old friend, then drew back realizing what his presence probably meant.

“Am I…” she began.

Chuck smiled softly, “Not yet but you have a decision to make.”

He flicked his finger and her popcorn and soda appeared on one of the tables. Y/N walked over and had a seat as the screen flickered to life. It showed her herself; pale with her hair spread out, a ventilator covering half her face.

“You got Sam out of the way, but the demon got you. He did a lot of damage,” Chuck said softly. “You’re riding the line between life and death right now, but you’ve more than earned the right to make your own choice.”

She stared at the image on the screen for what seemed like a long time. “I want to go.”

“Are you sure?” he asked her.

“I’m tired, Chuck. Tired of hunting, tired of not having a home and most of all tired of waiting for him to notice me,” Y/N knew she was whining but it was only the truth. “I can’t do it anymore. Sam and Dean would be better off without me anyway.”

Chuck gave her a look that she couldn’t decipher.“You really think he doesn’t notice you?”

The image on the screen changed to the bunker. She,Sam and Dean were watching movies on the couch. Dean sat at one end, his back against the arm of the couch legs stretched out so she was forced as close to Sam as she could get. Now that she wasn’t involved in trying to get Dean to give her some room she could see the sly grin he kept shooting at Sam and Sam’s silent bitch face replies. Eventually, she had given up and relaxed falling asleep with her head on Sam’s shoulder. When the movie ended Sam picked her up, carried her to her room and tucked her into bed. Before he left he planted a gentle kiss on her forehead.

“What is this-” she looked at Chuck.

He pointed at the screen, “Keep watching.”

Now the screen showed the motel room the three of you had spent the last week in. It was one of the rare ones that had a sofa that you’d insisted on sleeping on being at least five inches shorter than Dean. Early morning sunlight came through a crack in the blinds dimly lighting the room. Dean was asleep on the bed farthest from the door, Y/N was still out on the couch, and the other bed was empty. The door to the room opened just enough to admit Sam and the bags and drink tray he was carrying. He put the bigger bag near his laptop, the other bag and an iced coffee topped with whipped cream on the other side near her head. Then he gathered his stuff up and headed for the shower. Y/N woke up a few minutes later, stopping in mid-stretch as her hand hit the bag next to her. Her face lit up when she pulled her favorite breakfast sandwich out of it. When Sam got out of the shower, she gathered her things and rather absently kissed him on the cheek as a thank you for breakfast.

She saw now what happened after the bathroom door closed. Sam stood there just staring after her, his heart in his eyes until a pillow hit the middle of his back.

“Dude, I swear if you don’t tell her I’m going too,” Dean told him.

Another change of scene and a shudder went through Y/N as she saw the demon going after Sam again. She saw herself hit him at just the right moment and he fell to the ground, heard her own grunt of pain as the knife entered her. She watched as her knife came up, driving into what passed for the demon’s heart. Then she fell to her knees clutching the knife in her stomach. Sam’s arm supported her and she looked up into his eyes.

“Oops, guess I wasn’t fast enough,” she said as her eyes closed and she fell against him.

Sam scooped her up and ran for the door, followed closely by Dean.

Y/N turned away from the screen, her eyes filled with tears. “What happens to them, to him, if I don’t go back?”

Chuck looked sadly at her. “Eventually Sam will move on but he will never allow himself to love anyone again. He’ll always blame himself and he’ll never be the same.”

“Even though it’s my own fault,” Y/N said under her breath.

“Yes,” Chuck had heard her. She looked up at him, and he read her answer in her eyes. If anyone had asked him he would have admitted to surprise at her choice.

The first thing she was aware of was the beeping that gradually sped up. The second thing was the sound of Sam’s voice. “Please don’t leave. I need you; I need you more than you’ll ever know.”

She opened her eyes to find Sam had his forehead against the back of her hand, his fingers curled around hers. Suppressing the urge to fight the breathing tube, she tightened her fingers around his. The movement caused his head to shoot up.

“Y/N,” he breathed. “Hold on, honey, I’ll get the doctor in here.”

He tried to take his hand away from hers, but she held on, not wanting him to go. The harder he tried to get away, the tighter she held him. Finally he looked at her eyes. “What’s wrong?”

She turned his hand so his palm was up and spelled “stay” on it with her finger.

“They’re going to kick me out so they can get that tube out of you,” he replied with a hint of laughter in his voice. “I promise I won’t go far, I’ll even stay in the room if they let me. Blink once if that’s ok.”

Slowly, Y/N blinked once and let go of his hand. Sam ran to the door and called down the hall to the nurses’ station. Soon the room was filled with nurses talking in shocked voices. They pushed Sam out of the way as they checked her vital signs and had her cough the tube out of her throat. When that was done they allowed him to return to her side. He fed her ice chips as he told her about how her heart had stopped twice over night, both times they managed to get it restarted but the second time it had taken nearly five minutes to get it going again. At that point her doctor entered and scolded Sam for giving her all the gory details.

“Truth is better,” Y/N managed to rasp out before Sam slipped more ice into her mouth.

She glared at him as the doctor laughed and handed her a paper and pen. He went through the usual questions, making sure she knew her name, the date, etc. When he was done he looked at Sam then back at her.

“You need to rest if you want out of here any time soon,” he said sternly. “Don’t let him keep you awake all night.”

As soon as he left, Sam leaned over the bed and took Y/Ns face in his hands, “I’m gonna kiss you now.”

YN smiled up at him and whispered, “What took you so long, Winchester?”

AMAZING

I know that one of these days bad habits will kill me

That sooner or later we all must pay our debts

No one is immune to the Maker

No matter how sorry no matter how safe

No matter how lucky you the landlord needs the rent

But as I lay here in my hospital bed

There’s not a moment that I regret

Take me to your leader

And put me in my place

A little smoke and mirrors

And a little bit of faith

I’m the captain of my story

But I’m looking for a mate

A rescue from the needle

Or give me just a taste

Of your amazing grace

I often think of my life as one big movie

A two buck matinee of one of the greats

The main character is just so captivating

But I just worry I’m the only one in the seats

But as the final credits start to fade

I wouldn’t take back a single frame.

I need you by my side I need you this morning

Wrapped tight in a web of blankets and strawberry sheets

We both know in truth we’d probably be working

Nose on tight to the laptop like dogs on a leash

Oh, hold me baby hold me tight

The car is racing the road is flying by

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