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starysky1289 · 3 months

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Toxic!Sorority!Vanessa X Reader. Dior.

A/N: sorry if this isn’t fantastic, been having a lil trouble writing, fics may be coming fewer and farther between, only because I wanna post stuff that’s good and worth reading. But I do hope yall enjoy this.

TW: Toxic relationship, Manipulation, Gaslighting

“ You did what? “

“ I got myself a job at the mall!! I’ll be working at Dior!! I’ll be able to pay off my student loans easier now. “

Vanessa’s icy eyes stared at you. This job was a bit of a last resort, your loans where piling up and you felt that if you didn’t start paying now, you never would. You knew Vanessa was upset, but why would she be? She didn’t have to spend any more money on you, she wouldn’t need to baby you.

“ and you did this. Without telling me. You just decided to go and get a job?? Why don’t you talk to me! “

“ cause I wanted to surprise you Vanessa!! And now, I’ll be more independent, you won’t need to spend money on me anymore. Plus, right now I’m only working Thursdays,Fridays, and Saturdays, so we’ll still have plenty of time to hang out. “

Vanessa’s gaze shortened, as she grabbed your wrist, pulling you closer to her. You where lucky you where on the campus, who knows what she’d do to you if you where at the house.

“ I don’t want you independent. You should be spending your time with me. God knows why I let you live in the dorm. I can’t with you right now y/n. “

Vanessa let go of your wrist and stormed off. You sighed, turning back to your dorm building. She was just protective of you, she didn’t want people near you. You’d be fine, she’ll get used to it soon.

*~*

You wore a simple beige shirt and black cardigan, as well as some simple jeans. It was your first official day on the floor, and you were simply assigned with fixing displays and putting the new bags out on the floor.

You were going through the boxes, pulling out the beautiful leather bags, gently placing them them onto the displays. You heard the click of heel’s against the marble floor, figuring it was just your manager checking on you.

“ well, if it isn’t my princess. Look at you, working. “

You turned around, your heart almost skipping a beat. Vanessa stood before you, wearing a pink checkered coat and black crop top, along with a white skirt. A bit more revealing than what she’d normally wear in public, but she probably had a party after this.

“ Vanessa! It’s great see you! Yes I love this job, it’s so simple and the people are great. I’m really happy I did this “

“ I don’t like how you’re not home. With me. But I suppose I’ll just, get over it. Never-mind that….don’t you just look gorgeous~ “

Vanessa stepped closer, and cupped a hand against your clothed heat. You gasped, trying to push her away.

“ n-no Vanessa. Not h-here! I’m working….”

“ im just making sure she’s alright dear…I haven’t played with you in a while, huh dear? “

“ n-Nessa….”

Vanessa snickered, pulling back and glancing around the store. You turned back to the bags, red hot in the face.

“ I think I’ll just look around, make sure no one messes with you dear. “

“ there’s security, I’ll be fine Vanessa… “

Vanessa only clicked her tounge, before walking off. You sighed, turning back to your work. You knew she’d keep bothering you at work, even if it messed you up her own schedule. You saw your manager walking over and tried to busy yourself again

“ hey, y/n. Everything ok? Saw something happen with that girl. “

“ alls ok, that was my girlfriend. She just came to check up on me, I’m getting back to work right now. “

“ alright,well, just make sure she dosnt keep interrupting you. “

“ yes maam…”

You sighed, looking at the hand bags you’d never be able ti afford by yourself. You didn��t wanna admit it to yourself, but you wanted this job, needed it. You just wanted to be yourself around people, and not the quiet, shy, obedient girl you were for Vanessa. But that’s just how you were, always willing to listen, desperate to please.

*~*

Vanessa would always come and visit almost every day you worked. Be it just passing by or coming in. And everyday something was off. One day some of the wallets where tossed around the display table, another the bags where out of there color coded order, which put your manager is tizzy.

One day, Vanessa came in with half the soroity. Why wouldn’t they, it was the yearly sale, and they all needed a new bag.

“ y/n, baby, why don’t you help me hold all this. And why don’t you choose something you want, for working so hard “

“ V-Vanessa I have to- “

“ Y/N. I told you to be restocking the shoes, there practically flying off the shelf’s. If you can’t- oh! Ms Shelly! I’m so sorry to interrupt your shopping. “

You looked between Vanessa and your manager bewildered.

“ it’s no issue, y/n was just going to help me and the girls shop, I hope you don’t mind “

“ not at all maam! Y/n. Ms Shelly is one of our top buyers, you’ll be best behaved for her and help her and her party with whatever they need. “

You knew better than to argue, and simply nodded, following Vanessa around the store, standing silently besides her as she and the girls shoped throughout the store.

“ your such a good little helper y/n. Here, I’ll get you this, it’s cute, isn’t it “

Vanessa tossed you a little pink wallet, 560 dollar, although on sale it would only be about 450, not like it changed much. A roar of laughter distracted you, you located it coming from the group of girls by dresses.

“ n-ness will you quiet them d-down…there disturbing the peace-“

“ don’t make me get your manager, sweetheart. You’ve been so obedient now, let the girls have fun “

Vanessa kissed you gently, and snickered, pulling you away to the next section. Something about this job made you feel even more worthless than you were before. People where rude to you, and you where taught that putting yourself first in this job was rude and horrible. You’d rather be home with Vanessa, listening to her talk about the latest gossip, and having someone to ramble about your writings, even if she didn’t listen.

You helped carry the bags and shoes to the register, leaving Vanessa to her own for now.

“ baby, real quick. “

You turned around, Vanessa slipped you the wallet and smirked.

“ all payed for, you keep it. I love you baby..thank you for helping me~ “

“ oh, t-thank you nessy. I love you too, I’ll see you tonight. “

You kissed her gently, and turned back to your work, feeling warmer and bubblier than usual.

*~*

“ Y/N!! My office, now! “

You quickly turned from your work, you’d never hear your manager this angry. You made you way over your her, and followed her into the office. You sat in the chair across from her, trying not to seem scared.

“ your fired. “

“ W-what?? No, n-No why?? “

“ why? You’ve stolen from us, and you carry it around with you like it’s nothing! “

You quickly understood what she ment. You pulled out the wallet, staring between it and your manager.

“ no, Vanessa bought this for me! She gave it to me- “

“ now your blaming our top customer? You were the one working that sector! Give me the wallet. And get out! “

Tears swelled around your eyes, you saw it, Vanessa brought it up to the register, than gave it to you. She wouldn’t steal, she’d never.

You pulled your cards and money out of the wallet and handed it to her, before walking out of the office, and out of the store. You were already sobbing before you even got out of the mall, there wasn’t a bus to take you back to the college yet, so you’d have to call Vanessa.

“ what. “

“ V-Vanessa….i-I need you to come pick me up…t-they fired me. “

You sobbed into the phone, Vanessa went on mute for a moment, before comming back.

“ I’m coming baby. I’m so sorry, what happened? What could you have done? “

“ t-they think I stole the wallet…a-and didn’t belive it when I said you got it for me..”

“ my lord. I’ll be there soon baby, I knew this job would be too much for you. We’ll…snuggle…when we get home, ok baby? “

You sniffled, whipping your face and trying your breath. Vanessa was on your side, she belived you. She’d even comfort you when you’d come back. You needed her. She was the only person who could help you cope with this.

“ ok…thank you Vanessa…I love you..”

“ I love you too sweetheart, I’ll see you soon~ “

#vanessa shelly #five nights at freddy's #vanessa shelly x reader #sorority!vanessa #toxic!vanessa #tw toxic relationship #tw manipulation #tw gaslighting

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3mcwriting · 9 months

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Any Fan's Dream, Part 21

Taglist: @secretly-sirens, @zeeader, @imdoingathingmom, @x-theolivia, @ainsley-official, @huntress-artemiss, @hoohoohope, @ourgoddessathena, @wiintaersoldier, @vine-enthusiast, @afraidofshrimp, @myfturn, @im-better-than-your-newborn, , @mjaudrey, @igotthisasajokeyetimstillhere, @starr60, @coldmermaidhologram, @daenerysluvrr, @viperchick47, @marvelwomen-arehot, @mynightandstars

So, recently this fic hasn't had much interaction, and I'm not sure why. One of you told me that it can be buggy and hard to reach, so I'm sorry abt that but if you ever wonder abt updates, I'm gonna start up dating every saturday. Just go to my masterlist, then to the afd masterlist and to the new chapter. Hopefully you're all able to find it now. This will be the last time I post the masterlist because it hasn't been working well.

Any Fan's Dream Masterlist

Synopsis:

When you look around and see Avengers Tower in front of you and Peter Parker beside you, you wonder how the hell you managed to get into the MCU.

Your migraine and your recent suffocation seemed to get along great (unfortunately for your head).

Your breathing was labored, your throat was aching and scratchy, and you were struggling to speak.

Overall, a great time.

You struggled to sit up against the cool cement ball behind you, head spinning as you did so. Finally managing to get your back to the wall, you tried to prop yourself up using it, slowly rising to your feet. You were disoriented, barely managing to keep your balance even with the wall supporting you. Your brain didn't seem to want to remember what had happened to lead to you waking up on the floor in pain but you forced yourself to remember.

The voice over the intercom, the lights going out, and someone pulling you away from your friends and suffocating you. Your entire body trembled at the memory of being so helpless while you were taken away from the people you cared about.

Now wasn't the time to think about that though, there were people talking in this room, you could hear them faintly.

You tried to say something, opening your mouth and hardly a noise leaving it. You began to panic, why couldn't you speak? You tried to clear your throat, the action only inciting more pain in the abused area.

You licked your lips, trying again.

Barely a whisper came out.

You took that as progress, trying again, this time your words coming out in a soft rasp.

"I-" you faltered, struggling to say the rest of the words. "I'm over here."

The voices stopped.

Rapid footsteps approached you, a lot of them. You could see them: Thor, Steve, Wanda, Bucky, and Clint, but the light from the glowing cells didn't reach you.

"(y/n), where are you?" Steve's voice was bordering on frantic. "(y/n)?"

"Here," you managed to force out the single word slightly easier than before.

Bucky was the first to find you, being more familiar with the room than the rest of the group. He had followed your voice, getting close enough to hear your labored breathing.

You could see the outline of his body and the faintest glint of light off his metal arm. You reached out, your fingers brushing the metal.

He stiffened. "She's over here."

"Are you okay?" Bucky asked.

You managed a raspy, "yes," barely managing to stay standing.

Bucky steeled himself, seeing how you struggled to stand upright, knowing you'd need someone to brace yourself as you moved. He wasn't great with people touching him, too used to the abuse that physical interaction was with Hydra.

Wanda found the two of you, deathly concerned for you. "(y/n), could I wrap an arm around you? We should get out of here."

You wanted to say that you could walk by yourself, but you were at the point that even you could admit that you needed help. "Yeah, go ahead."

Wanda felt her heart squeeze at your voice, but grabbed your arm, setting it over her shoulder while she wrapped an arm around your torso.

With Wanda's body supporting your own, you managed to hobble out of the shadows, the rest of them returning to the entrance of the room once they saw you.

Your legs were fine but your head was pounding almost as bad as it was when you'd first gotten the concussion. You were worried that if Wanda let go of you you would just crumple to the floor. Your head was bothering you so much that you missed the unconscious assassins on the floor until Thor began picking them up like sacks of flour.

For a moment you thought they were dead, but you saw the rise and fall of their chests after a moment. They weren't the only people you missed in your dazed state.

Your eyes went round when they landed on Scott and Sam who were flanking Zemo, the man in between them in restraints. He looked up as you emerged from the shadows with Wanda, feeling ashamed when he saw the state you were in.

"I apologize, (y/n)(l/n)."

"Don't speak to her." Wanda's eyes glowed red, like the warning light of an alarm.

She escorted you back to the entrance of the bunker, Thor following behind the two of you, ready to drop everything in case you needed extra help to walk (quite literally, he was ready to drop the four assassins stacked in his arms if you needed help).

As of that day hadn’t been bad enough already, somebody was waiting outside the entrance as the three of you exited the bunker.

You cursed in your head, remembering what was supposed to happen in this part of the movie.

T'Challa was supposed to find out that Bucky hadn't been the one to bomb the building that resulted in his father's death, but with your plot-changes, you had arrived before he did and he didn't know.

He was here for Bucky.

"Your majesty," you greeted, voice still fucked up, too soft for this situation. "There's something you need to know-"

You stopped, hearing the footsteps behind you and the way T'Challa had tensed. You turned around, seeing the rest of the group, both Steve and Bucky carrying an unconscious assassin.

Steve saw the king, looking in between his best friend and the man that wanted to kill him. "Bucky didn't set off the bomb, your majesty. It wasn't him."

T'Challa took his word with a grain of salt, knowing the extent to which he had already gone to protect his best friend and figuring that Steve would say just about anything to protect Bucky.

Too blinded by his own rage, T'Challa attacked, almost managing to slip past Steve to get to his true target. Steve dropped the person in his arms, stepping around them quickly and pulling T'Challa back before putting himself between the vengeful king and the tortured veteran.

Steve was fighting T'Challa, but he was fighting and losing.

His shield was still on his back and T'Challa wasn't allowing any time for him to grab it. Without the vibranium barrier, he was stuck with evading T'Challa's claws, no time to land his own punches on the man.

T'Challa was ferocious, driven by vengeful rage, but still fighting with the finesse you had seen in the movies. He didn't allow his emotions to cloud his mind because although he currently had the upper hand, he knew that the man he was fighting could overpower him if he got sloppy.

You watched in horror as Bucky joined the fight, knowing just how powerful T'Challa's determination was.

T'Challa's hand swiped at Bucky's throat, claws grazing his neck just barely, a line of red appearing as a shallow cut formed.

"Stop! Please!" You were desperate.

This couldn't be what happened.

"STOP FUCKING FIGHTING!! SERGEANT BARNES DIDN'T SET OFF THE EXPLOSION!" You were fed up. You did not go through an explosion, days on your feet with a concussion, and getting suffocated just for this shit to happen. "I WAS THERE, REMEMBER?? I JUMED IN FRONT OF YOUR FATHER! IT WASN'T SERGEANT BARNES!!"

Deafened by his own grief and anger, T'Challa continued fighting.

He saw it.

Bucky staggered, the snow messing up his movement. He managed to catch himself almost instantly, but T'Challa had already reached out, claws striking out like a knife.

"I SAID TO FUCKING STOP!" You jumped in the way before it could happen, unwilling to let James Buchanan Barnes die over a stupid misunderstanding.

T'Challa's eyes went wide when he realized what was happening, but his claws plunged into your skin before he could stop. He pulled back, but it was too late.

You looked down dazedly. "What the fuck."

And you passed out.

Wanda's voice was high with worry. "(y/n)! (y/n)!" She ran to you, stumbling in the snow and cursing the world.

"LADY (Y/N)!" Thor bellowed, rushing to you.

Bucky caught you.

You had shielded him, jumped in front of him, and took fucking knives for him.

Why?

The fight stopped, Steve running to you while Clint did the same and Sam started the quinjet so that they could get you out of there and to medical attention as fast as possible.

Steve's heart almost stopped.

There was so much blood.

You had been stabbed mostly in the arm, but also on the side of your torso. Two of his claws had punctured scarily deep into your arm, one had just barely grazed your arm, while the other had went deep into your side.

Steve took you from Bucky, cradling you in his arms while he sprinted to the quinjet. The rest of the team followed him, T'Challa watching regretfully. He had never meant to hurt you. He just needed Barnes to pay for what he'd done. But not you. You were the reason his father survived the explosion.

Half of him was urging him to run after Barnes, to get him and make him feel the pain T'Challa had felt when his father had been hurt. He had to stop himself, recalling what you'd yelled to make them stop fighting. Sure, you could've just been saying anything to get them to stop fighting, but he didn't think you were lying. After all, you were also injured in the explosion, and if Barnes was the man behind it, that meant you had just risked your life for the man.

Since the moment Bucky had seen you, you had instilled nothing but confusion within him. Who were you? Why were you so welcoming to him? Why were you so eager to help?

But at the moment, one question prevailed.

Why had you saved his life at the risk of your own?

Everything had been a blur during the fight, but he had immediately known what was going to happen the moment he stumbled in the snow. Sure, it had only slowed him down slightly, but he knew that that second would mean his death.

And while that should've scared him, he could only remember all the lives he'd taken. All the pain caused at his hands and the decades of torture he'd endured and the nightmares that made sleeping more than impossible.

After all the blood he spilled, he couldn't help but think that maybe it was a fitting way to die.

Violently, painfully--just the way he'd hurt so many others.

He thought that maybe he deserved it.

But instead of those claws plunging into his body, they went into yours.

You, the person he barely knew, the one he'd only just met.

Young, happy, with people who cared about you. He didn't know you well---he hardly knew you at all---but even he could see how much you cared about the people you surrounded yourself with.

So, yeah, maybe he did deserve to die in the way he'd killed so many others, but he knew you didn't deserve that fate.

"Tony-"

"What are you doing calling me? You've made it pretty clear-"

"For once in your life, shut the fuck up!" Steve was fed-up and worried. He had just lost Peggy, he didn't want to lose another person he cared about. "(y/n)'s hurt."

"She's hurt?" Tony instantly went serious. "How bad?"

"It doesn't look good," Steve was unsteady, hardly believing what was happening. "We're trying to get to a hospital but there's none anywhere nearby."

Tony hadn't had a good day in a while.

With the Accords announced and the problems that arose with that---with Steve---a rift had formed between the team. Not to mention how Steve's friend had bombed the signing of the Accords, only for it turn out that he had most likely been framed. And last, but most definitely not least, the leaking of the Accords had caused even more of a shitstorm.

Seeing some of the things that had been exposed, Tony was almost relieved. With the outrage the public was showing towards the Accords and the proof of the unethical aspects of it, all the governments behind the Accords were going to have to reevaluate their stance on it and figure out if they were worth the risk of uprising in their countries.

The Avengers had saved too many lives, inspired too many people, for those very people to allow their heroes to be treated like war criminals. That said, there were of course the people who still supported the Accords, but the number of those people were shrinking the more information was uncovered.

With the last week full of enough shit to fill up every Porta-Potty on the planet, Tony really shouldn't have been surprised that it would only get worse.

You were hurt.

And from the sound of Steve's voice, you were hurt bad.

Was it not enough that he had to deal with the fear and worry when you'd been caught in the explosion? This time, you weren't even with him. He couldn't help you at all. You were in pain and possibly dying and he was stuck waiting in his private jet for his phone to track Steve's so that he could figure out where you were.

Once his phone had pinpointed Steve's location, he instructed F.R.I.D.A.Y. to follow them until they caught up. But even going as fast as they were, he knew he wouldn't catch them for at least two hours.

"Tony, what happened?" Natasha was pretty sure she knew exactly what had happened, but she didn't want her suspicions to be true.

Peter already knew.

With his enhanced senses, he'd heard exactly what had been said on the phone.

You were hurt.

And he was useless to help you.

Thor looked up at Steve's words.

You were lain out on the floor, Wanda and Clint trying to stop your bleeding. You'd already lost a lot of blood, if they didn't get real medical help soon, he knew you wouldn't survive. If Steve was right and there weren't any hospitals nearby, you were doomed to death. After all, you were only human. If you had been a god you would-

Thor's eyes lit up, knowing exactly how to help you.

"I must take Lady (y/n)." Thor spoke, everyone looking to him. "I can get her help better than any human could provide." He was already moving to you, both Wanda and Clint hesitant to let him take you but too worried about what would happen to you if he didn't.

"What are you going to do?" Steve asked.

"Take her to Asgard."

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adventuresasmrsfindley · 1 year

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Happy Monday, pals!

We had such a good weekend. The weather was amazing on Saturday and we spent all day outside. Those are my favorite kinds of days! We had some friends over Saturday afternoon to grill out and let the kids run wild and it was just a really great day! Then it rained all night and the weather was shit yesterday 😂 so I'm glad we took advantage of the nice weather while it was here.

Yesterday Knox was supposed to start Tball but the fields were too wet so they canceled it. I was bummed! He had been talking about it all week. We took him to the trampoline park instead and then got ice cream and he had a blast with that. Then we got pizza for dinner and watched a movie as a family. He slept pretty well last night, just one wake up, so I'm feeling refreshed today and ready to tackle the week!

It's a 4 day work week for me 💃🏻 Cole and I are going out of town this weekend for a concert. Im really looking forward to the one on one time. The weather is looking faaaab where we are going so I'm really stoked for that. And then hopefully Knox will actually start Tball this Sunday!

My Papa turns 90 in September so my family planned a big party for him....in Houston. We booked our flights yesterday so husband is officially going on a plane for the first time in his life! I'm a super nervous traveler as is so this will be interesting 😂 luckily we are flying with my parents so they can help with Knox and it'll just make me feel better traveling with people who do it a lot and know how to navigate the airports, etc.

I think that's all the updates for now. I had a smoothie for breakfast and I'm getting my steps in and just feeling thankful for this life today! Hope y'all have a great week 💕

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ryanandshanearemydads · 11 months

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Here- Embry Call fanfic

I'm trying to figure out where this is going, so this is where I'm at. Please give me some advice

"What's going on with you?" This is the first text I see from embry. When I get into the house, laying on my bed, I shove my face into my pillow, sighing. It was a bad idea to do it, but honestly, it felt good. Rolling over, I grab my phone to respond:

"He brought it, and we thought it would be a good idea to do it at the beach. It felt amazing; it helped get rid of test anxiety." I type out before hitting send. Knowing him, he will at least get upset at the fact "he made me do it." If I didn't want to do it, then I wouldn't think of it, and it's simple. Im probably getting upset mainly because embry doesn't trust me and thinks I'm incapable of taking care of myself. Shoving the thought aside, I take my time getting ready since I no longer have tests. Walking up to my laptop, I look through my emails and look at colleges in Washington. Looking at Seattle University, I scheduled a tour; my grades have been good, so it would be pretty easy for me to get scholarships. As well as the fact I'm living with my single dad.

picking up my phone from the bed, I open my messages from Christian,

-Morning, my love; going to work today but will text you on my breaks

smiling, I reply, "Morning, baby; when are you off next? I'm planning to visit a college in Seattle and want you to come." Hit send; I look around my room. The clothes I had washed are now sitting in a basket waiting for me to put them away, and the floor is dirt from not being mopped well enough. Tossing my phone back into the bed, I grab my basket folding every piece I pick up until I reach the end, shoving each part into its respective place. Stepping down the stairs, Bella comes in with papers looking up at me, "Looks like we're graduating together in two weeks." She says, making me smile widely, taking the form from her and going upstairs. Putting on my shoes, I make my way back down the stairs, taking the keys from the table to rub them in the pack's faces while some still have to be in school.

Getting to Emily's, I shut the truck door, making my way to the house with the paper still in hand. I did not bother to knock, knowing no one did, when they came in, looking at the table where Jared, Jake, and Seth sat, looking at me crazy. "Fuck you bitches; I'm graduating." I declare while shoving it in Jake's face, who rolls his eyes and takes it from me.

"What's going on?" I hear Sam ask from behind me. Looking over my shoulder, I see embry following behind him.

"Im officially graduating early," I reply with a grin before embry latches his arms around my shoulders, pulling me into a hug.

"So you have an idea what you will do next?" Sam asks when we pull apart

"Kind of," I pause while leaning against Jake now, "I plan to visit a college in Seattle with Christian soon. Hopefully, they will give me scholarships with my grades and having a single parent." I explain, causing everyone to look up, slowly realizing I brought Christian up and leaving Forks. "My fault," I say, wincing when embry trembles slightly. Feeling a vibration in my pocket, I pull out my phone to see a text from Christian, perfect timing. Reading it, he's asking if I will officially graduate with Bella and if he could do it this Saturday.

'Yeah, I'm officially graduating, so you must wear a suit and have the whole day off.' I quickly reply before looking at the group again, who seems to be back into their conversations except for embry, who I guess left while I was texting. "I got to head out; ill see you guys at my graduation, right?" I question everyone currently in the room, earning nods.

"I'll see you guys later," I state while hugging Seth's head to me since he was the closest, and I know he doesn't have a problem with me hugging him.

The rest of the night, I spent on the phone with Christian, cleaning my room, and spending the next two days with Christian, going to the rez to hang out with the pack while they played soccer, and figuring out what I wanted to do with myself. Thankfully, today's Saturday means I get to go on the college tour with my love. Putting on a hoodie Christian gave me, I grabbed the bag he bought on our first date. Instead of taking the truck, I go in his car since it is more comfortable.

I'm not writing it because I'm lazy and don't want to. I would if I had energy-

"You thinking about a major?" I hear Christian question, still focusing on the road before us.

"I am thinking astronomy for now," I reply, leaning my head against the side, slightly tired from walking all day. I suddenly felt a warm hand on my thigh, putting mine over his, barely holding it, letting myself drift in and out of sleep.

Suddenly Christian is forced to make a hard stop, my eyes shooting, seeing us fishtailing into some guy in the middle of the road...fuck, this isn't a human.

A/N, lemme know if you want me to keep Christian or if you like where it's going so far. This is on wattpad

#twilight #twilight fanfiction #embry call #jacob black #bella swan #twilight werewolves #twilight saga #the twilight saga #edward cullen

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poettheythem · 2 years

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Dates with an aromantic

@aro-sides-week supper Excited to be apart of this. This is an idea I’ve had in min for a while

aro sides: Roman and Logan

Summary: Virgil is trying to set up his two friends but they have something different in mind

Before the chapter starts I should mention that Virgil does not know Roman and Logan are aro. They aren’t necessarily in the closet but they don’t care enough to come out. Also Roman jokes that he’s gay a lot because he is aesthetically attracted to men and also says his sexuality is asexual and doesn’t go into more detail . Also Roman uses they/them pronouns and has a prosthetic leg(I love the Roman doesn't have legs joke too much and it’s now apart of my fics ok)

tw: food, one joke about sex(sex is never said though)

”I’m just saying he is one of the hottest men alive, Roman shouted to Virgil from the couch. Virgil walked over bring the bowl of popcorn with him He sat down next to Patton giving him a small peck on the cheek

“well if you want to date him so much be my guest” Roman laughed before shoving a handful of popcorn into their mouth

”as if. My standards are beyond his capabilities” they said through the popcorn

”chew it don’t spew it” Roman stuck their tongue out at Virgil which was pretty gross with half chewed food on it

”Come on kiddos, stop fighting,” Patton finally said, interrupting his two roommates. “we are ending this food war and starting our Disney Marathon or I will turn this car around” Virgil pouted at his boyfriend “fine but its official I’m getting this heaven a boyfriend if it kills me”

Roman leaned back against the couch “good luck Nightmare at the museum.”

”ouch not your best princey” Roman shrugged as Patton started Lion King

***** Virgil flipped down on his bed “All I’m saying Logan is one date.” he heard Logan sigh through the other end of the phone

”And what I’m saying is that I need to study. Medical school isn’t easy, you know. I’m far too busy for ‘one date’ as you put it”

”Come on, they're cool people. Worst comes to worst you meet my roommate“

”you understand you could just invite me over to your apartment, correct?”

“No. cause then Patton will make me clean my room”

”Virgil clean your room”

”You aren’t my dad. But that’s not the point. One date, this Saturday.”

“N-“

”They’ll pay for dinner”

”IM IN”

Virgil laughed and hung up the phone. Now all he needed to do was convince Roman to go. It should be easy considering they’re the biggest romantic of all time.

Actually in hindsight he should have asked Roman first. But hindsight is 20 20 and we all know 20 20 sucked.

Virgil knocked on Romans door and walked. Roman was sitting on their bed surrounded by papers and textbooks, their prosthetic leg sitting on the ground next to them to make more room for the papers.

”So. Roman you free this Saturday?” Roman looked up from their textbook

”What do you mean by free? Like movie night free or waiting in line for the newest marvel movie tickets you want to see but don’t want to wait in line for free?”

”IT WAS ONE TIME”

”IT WAS THREE HOURS AND I HAD AN AUDITION THE NEXT DAY”

”Fine. I have a date set up for you.“

Roman shrugged “meh”

”MEH! Come on, it's one date with one of my friends. He and Pat share a couple of classes. you’ll like him”

Roman let out a sigh “I guess. What time and where?”

”YES I'M GOING TO GET YOU LAID FINALLY”

”VIRGIL NO”

”Virgil yes”

”My beautiful asexual ass would like to know the time and location of this date you are setting me up for.“ Roman said shoving Virgil to the floor

”Oh shush your ass isn’t that good.“

”I’d beg to differ”

*****

Roman smoothed their red button down and checked to see if their pronoun necklace was facing the right way before pushing open the door to the restaurant. They walked up to the receptionist who luckily didn’t look to be too busy. “Hello I’m here for a reservation under Roman”

”Oh, the other member of your party just arrived a few minutes ago. I’ll show you to your table”

Roman followed her down the rows of tables ‘God they’re already here. Good first impression to show up late’

They arrived at the table and Roman saw a man in a navy blue button down and tie already seated. Roman thanked the receptionist before sitting down.

”Hello there my marvelous friend. My name is Roman they/them and might I ask who I am in the presents of?”

“Well that was unnecessarily dramatic. But my name is Logan he/him please.“

”Well hello there Logan. Have you had a chance to look over the menu yet or have you been anxiously waiting upon my arrival“

Logan let out a small snort “I just sat down before you arrived. Though there isn't much to the menu. It is an Olive Garden after all”

”breadsticks”

”Really? That’s your only response?”

“What they have good breadsticks”

*****

Once they ordered their food(and ate breadsticks) Roman settled down for a moment. They looked Logan in the eye and took a deep breath

”Hey so I know you really came on this with the intention for a date, and Virgil probably said I’d be all gung ho for it-“

”When have you ever heard Virgil say ’gung ho’ before“

”That’s besides the point. What I need to tell you is that. I’m aromantic. And asexual. So this date can’t really go much further in the direction you probably want and I’m sorry for not saying any-“

Logan slammed his hands down on the table making everyone around him jump “THANK GOD! I thought I was going to have to come out to YOU saying that I was asexual aromantic. And you are quite dramatic I was not exactly looking forward to it”

Roman looked taken aback before they started laughing. Logan looked very confused and said “What’s so funny”

”Nothing, it's just. It’s just Virgil setting up two ace/aros on a DATE!”

Logan started laughing too now “To be fair I never told him” he said between giggles

“NETHER DID I!!!” The two broke into even more laughter. Roman whipped their eyes and sat up

“Well we might as well make the best of it. I mean, what's a new friend?”

”What’s a new friend?” Logan tilted his head to the side

”What… I mean like What’s bad about a new friend. Did you seriously not know what I meant?”

”Yes I am very serious. Necktie”

Roman gave a small laugh “Yup I think we’ll be friends just fine”

******

Roman and Logan finished their dinners and Roman paid so at least Virgil was right about one thing. Roman also suggested they go for a nice walk in the park afterwards because while he is aromantic he is a romantic.(Bu-dum-Ching) Roman grabbed Logans hand and started swinging it dramatically back and forth

”What are you doing Roman”

”I’m flinging us into the sun. I’m just going to swing you back and forth before we rocket into outer space“

”As much as I’d love to go to space I think I might want a space suit with me”

”Finnnneeee. I won’t propel you to Alpha Centauri today” Roman whined still swinging theirs and Logan's arms

“Quite specific“

”Hey, you're not allowed to be the only nerd here. I like space too!”

”If you insist”

the two walked around the park and Roman did eventually let Logan have control of his arm again before Logan noticed Roman limping slightly

“Roman, are you alright? You seem to be limping”

”Huh. Oh yah my legs are just bothering me a little bit. I knew I shouldn’t have worn heels” Logan looked down at Romans high heeled red boots

”I do suppose they look a bit impractical for a walk. To be completely honest with you I was considering wearing my best skirt today though I do not love sitting at dinners in it. It’s quite annoying having to watch how you sit all the time”

”I know. Especially cause I can never sit straight” Roman winked at Logan who rolled his eyes at them.

”How about we go back to your apartment so you can take off your heels. I’ve been meaning to have Virgil show it to me anyways“

”That sounds like an incredible idea. Though I think Patton and Virgil are out on a date right now so we might not see them”

”That’s alright. Roman no you just let go!” Roman grabbed hold of Logan’s arm and started swinging it back and forth again dragging Logan to their apartment laughing.

******

Turns out Patton and Virgil had come back from their date by the time Roman and Logan made it to the apartment.

”Hey there did you two hit it off” Virgil asked smugly leaning against the door to the kitchen.

“Why yes. I have already courted the Price of Logic as mine and we shall together rule the 9 realms” Roman said as they dramatically walked to the couch

”I did not agree to this” Logan said being dragged with them as Roman had STILL not let go of his hand.

“But you did agree to come to the apartment. Where's Patton?” Roman asked turning to see Virgil

”The kitchen. He was about to make some popcorn for a movie night if you guys want some.“

”Why gladly”

”Ok princess a little over the top there”

”I too would like to participate in a movie night“ Logan chimed in.

“Yay. This shall be one of the greatest movie nights of all time.“

”Whatever you say Roman,” Virgil said, not looking up from his phone. Just then Patton walked in from the kitchen holding a large bowl of popcorn

”Logan Roman, your back! How’d it goooooo”

”How about we explain the date after the movie. Now give me the popcorn!!!” Roman laughed half diving for the popcorn in Patton's hands. Patton laughed, handing Roman the bowl. “Do you guys also want some water?”

”I would appreciate some water if you don’t mind showing me where the kitchen is” Logan said standing up

”Roman did you not show Logan around!” Patton chastised

“Hey we just got in! And also in my defense I worse heels today I don’t want to walk around anymore”

”Its fine. I’ll give you a tour while Roman takes off his heels and Virgil takes off his binder!” Patton said walking Logan to the kitchen. Virgil looked up from his phone with a pout

”But I have like an hour left!” Virgil tried to protest but Patton had already. Patton showed Logan to the kitchen and started grabbing two glasses filling them with water “Here’s the kitchen. And then that door right there leads to the bathroom if you need it. And ummmm I guess down the hall are all of our rooms which have our names on the door. I don’t really know how I expected this to take long. We live in a college apartment”

Just then Logan heard shouting from the living room.

“VIRGIL GO TAKE IT OFF!”

”FIGHT ME”

Patton sighed “every time” Logan walked into the living room with his glass of water only to stumble back letting out an oddly robotic scream.

Romand was standing on one leg holding what to Logan looked like a large metal pole over their heads while Virgil jumped over the couch to get away from them. Roman turned around and looked at Logan

”Patton give you the tour?” Logan weekly nodded “Great now. VIRGIL GO TAKE IT OFF”

”NEVER”

”VIRGIL! Come on, you need to take it off.” Patton sighed.

”Fine” Virgil jumped down from the couch before walking to his room

Roman looked over at Logan still frozen in shock in the doorway “You ok Logan” Roman lowered their leg from above their head

”What the fuck” Logan whispered

Roman looked confused for a second before looking down at the leg still in their hands “ohhhh. I don’t think I mentioned the prosthetic”

”I was more confused by the chasing Virgil around with it”

”It happens a lot. You get used to it” Patton said pushing past Logan and handing Roman a glass of water “Just be glad you haven’t walked in on them crawling on the floor in the middle of the night”

”what…” Logan trailed off

”IT WAS ONE TIME AND NOW I TURN THE LIGHTS ON” Roman shouted sitting on the edge of the couch. Virgil finally walked back in the room and the four settled down to watch a movie.

******

Logan got up to the door after the movie finished “Thank you again for having me. I had a fun time tonight“

Virgil smiled from the couch, “You two going to go on another date any time soon?”

”No” Roman and Logan said in unison

”What but you said you had a great time together! Logan came to the apartment!” Virgil shouted standing up

”Oh yeah we forgot again. We’re both aro '' Roman said with a shrug. Logan smiled and opened the door

”Good night. I hope to see you soon” before walking out

Virgil stood in silence for a few seconds before shouting “YOU DIDN'T TELL ME”

End

#Arosides2022 #Aro sides 2022 #Aromantic #aro #ace #asexual #gay #lgbt+#Nonbinary #roman sanders #roman #sander sides #patton sanders #patton #virgil sanders #virgil #logan sanders #logan

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window-cleaner-9000 · 1 year

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Me and @koi-eats-rocks hold a really wholesome headcanon with Childe and Bennett. That hc is that Childe officially adopted Bennett just so that Bennett could have a legal parent outside of the ones caring for him in the Adventurer’s Guild, and that Childe is one of the best adoptive dads ever.

Before you continue, be aware that this is more of an AU(alternate universe) type work, so please keep that in mind

I’m already planning to finish it at some point later this or next month, so Im giving it a little test run before i officially post it to ao3. here’s that tester:

“Dad?” The tear-filled words rang out in Ajax’s head as he looked over his computer to see that his son, Bennett, was standing in the doorway, crying.

“What is it? You can tell me anything,” Ajax said as he rolled his chair away from his mahogany desk and patted a pale hand on his lap while smiling sweetly at his son, signaling Bennett to come over and talk about his troubles. Bennett obliged and padded over, clambering into his father’s lap and sobbing quietly into Ajax’s chest, tightly gripping the fabric of his father’s black hoodie.

“Hey,” Ajax softly cooed, running his hand through his son’s silvery hair. “Hey, it’s okay, I'm here. What’s bothering you?” he asked as Bennett pulled his head away. His bright green eyes were stained a pink color due to them being bloodshot as he was crying, and his pale, tear-streaked, freckled cheeks were bright red–and likely raw–from him wiping his shirt sleeves on them.

“Bennett, what’s making you so sad?” Ajax softly asked, and finally got a response from his seven-year-old son.

“The other boys at school are mad at me for my bad luck–hic–making them lose the dodgeball game we had in gym class on Wednesday. They–they won’t stop saying–hic–it’s my bad luck that made momma leave. They're saying–hic–she didn’t want a kid with bad luck–hic–so she abandoned me." Bennett sobbed.

“Well, first of all, if they start talking about or to you like that again, tell me immediately and I will deal with it. I will call their parents myself if I have to. Your mother didn’t leave because of you, she left because she was sick of ‘raising a family’ as she said it. It wasn't your fault, Benny. Secondly, your bad luck doesn’t define you as a person. Hell, you don’t even have this ‘bad luck’. If you did, then we probably would have had to move out of this house ten times by now.” Ajax sighed as he comforted Bennett, feeling guilty for allowing his ex to randomly abandon both him and Bennett in the middle of the night four years ago, leaving him to raise their son on his own. ‘If only I had been more perceptive of the woman’, he thought, ‘then I would have been able to prevent all these years of hardship.’

An hour of soothing a sad and emotionally vulnerable son later, Bennett was fast asleep in his father’s lap, a small puddle of drool now beginning to drip onto the right bicep of Ajax’s favorite sweatshirt. He smiled and sighed as he picked Bennett up and stood, making his way around the desk he’d previously been sitting at and to his son’s bedroom, where he tucked Bennett in for a much-needed nap. The kid needed it, and he deserved the rest after dumping a secret to his father while sobbing uncontrollably.

Seeing as it was noon, and a Friday rather than a Saturday or Sunday, Ajax thought it’d be a good idea to make a call to his son’s school. The ginger hesitated as he tapped in the phone number to the school, before deciding against it. He still had to get the names of those bullies after all. Ajax sighed, thinking about what it would be like to give his son a perfect life, with two loving parents instead of just one. That was why he’d been putting himself out there while his son was at school, attending extracurricular activities during the week, or when he would send the kid off to his favorite babysitter, Zhongli, for an evening. He was desperately trying to find a good candidate to be his empty half and an excellent parent to his son. Someone to replace that bitch of a mother his son had. Still, he’d been unsuccessful for many months.

That’s all for now, folks. If you like it, please let me know! I’m always down for (very gentle) constructive criticism!

#bennett genshin impact #childe genshin impact #genshin fluff #fatherly childe #genshin impact #platonic #mentions of bullying #wholesome #modern au #childe is called ajax

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aestheticvoyage2022 · 2 years

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Day 211: Saturday July 30, 2022 - “Wild-ish Wedding”

On a beautiful Bend bluff, covered in Black Eyed Susans and green grass, in their own backyard, looking out Westward to Coastal Cascades, and a setting sun in a grey Pacific Northwest sky (and beside their homemade pool), Little Jess (beautiful in her dress) said “I do” to her partner Rick after some incredible vows, and eccentric authentic Italian officiating. Its was a beautiful scene, taken in as I bopped a sleepy teething William from afar. He observed most of his first wedding from the onsite vegetable garden, and cried when the Bride wouldnt hand over her bouquet. He was fascinated by the scene before the post ceremony nap that he enjoyed from the newlyweds couch, and we enjoyed on facetime from our reception dining table; all three of us coordinated in Green.

This homemade wedding, was the most incredibly well done and classy event. So memorable to be here and see this special place, and experience a truly festival styled wedding. The birth of great event venue! The most unique we’ve ever seen - which fits this adventurous couple to a perfect T. We shared our dinner table with the Cordovas and the Solbergs. Mojitos and Margs were served for the pre-ceremony bar, but the reception dinner was all about the French Wine and my little fancy tasting parlor glass! Hard to beat a wedding meal thats being prepared in Grandma’s Kitchen steps away from where its served! We ate all weekend (Enchiladas and Pig Roast) but tonight’s meal of meats and desserts was the best meal of the year. And of course, right on que as the sunset behind them we had a good range of toasts, itinerant stories of the world working, and finally sunset tequila shots as the sun dipped behind The Sisters. Let the party begin!

Oh but wait - not only is it William’s first wedding....it is also our first wedding as parents! We’re grown up now! As darkness set on us, and the live band and lights lit up the dance floor, I realized that someone sometime soon was going to have to go to bed with the baby and that someone should be me so that AC could enjoy this special night with her special friends. After letting Boo Boo off the hook, with his ear protection to match his shirt, it was time to take this bow-tie clad baby boy to bed. I laid next time in our RV as he snoozed, and he cuddled up to me. It was the sweetest feeling - I laid there in bed awake enjoying the (finally) cool Oregon air, hearing the band play across the way like a radio playing off in the background of my thoughts. I thought about love and marriage and ever after - about the beauty of this sleeping boy finding comfort in me after a big day; about how much nicer all of that is than simply being out there drinking the night away without a care or a responsibility. A shift. This opportunity to choose love over a good time- Im growing up - becoming a Dad. Weddings are special, and I appreciated this one more, for the opportunity to look at myself in that mirror on what will no doubt be a memorable day.

Song: Restless Road - Growing Old With You

Quote: Anyone who’s a chef, who loves food, ultimately knows that all that matters is: ‘Is it good? Does it give pleasure? –Anthony Bourdain

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dont read this im not 15 anymore i shouldnt be doing this

my fucking god the guy i like makes me want to tear my hair out. we hung out on saturday n the feelings are reciprocated so we cuddled and kissed alot. aloooooooot and i was over the moon with that but i swear every 10 fucking minutes he was asking to touch my boobs. im not exagerating. he kept saying he wouldnt do anything i dont want to do and im sure he wouldnt hurt me anyway but dude still. what part of im not interested in that dont you understand

not even just that but a few times he was on top of me and he pinned my wrists above my head which i didnt really want already and ALSO he put a hand on my throat not squeezing but still there and i REALLY didnt want that this is the least of my concerns here. i didnt think he had it in him honestly hes the dorkiest looking motherfucker. i could snap him in half. anyway.

hes so painfully my type i want to scream. he has it all. why did i give him my number why did i let us be friends im ace why does my type have to include having a dirty mind. i hate it here

we couldnt find the tv remote at one point n he reached between my legs and told me to take it out n ive told him to stop making gross jokes where im the focus ive told him im uncomfortable and hes not funny and he doesnt care I KNOW ITS A RED FLAG I KNOW I KNOWWWWWWWWWWW OKAY but every single other fucking thing about him is so fckng endearing. hes gorgeous. hes a genius. he likes anime and spiderman. his laugh lights up a room. when he talks in hindi i cant stop myself from smiling. he bought me pocky. he sleeps on an air mattress. ive never seen him in anything other then a turtle neck. he likes fruity smelling soaps and candles, its the only luxury he allows himself. he has the coolest fucking glasses.

yesterday he asked if we could put a name to this, i couldnt get the right words out and ask him to be my boyfriend properly, half because im easily flustered because I Dont Do This amd half because i dont want him to be. im a coward and i run from my problems so last night after chewing on it for 2 hours i texted him saying basically that i really wanted to date and be official because i like his dumb ass but i also know we arent compatible and its better we stay as friends. which sucks. im a coward and deleted snap immediately after so i havent seen if he said anything. i missed talking to him today. i got used to texting him all day so fast. i miss good morning and good night texts. last time we didnt talk for a day he tried other methods and asked if i was ok n if it was his fault and like it is but it isnt dude its complicated i hate myself i hate myself soooooooooo bad. did i mention this was the day after he saw me kinda cry out of frustration and sadness and he said it was one of the worst things hes ever seen/felt 🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡

he already said that if we dated it wouldnt be forever. he wants to fuck eventually and he wants it to mean something and not be with a hooker (i dont know if ive said this but if i dated someone i'd be fine w them getting a lady for the night LMFAO) which is fine! hes a cishet guy thats his right to want. im just so mad because now we've kissed and we've made out and i remember what cuddles are like and im SO MAD. this is the most ive felt towards anyone in the 3+ years and i cant have it because of my stupid sexuality. i wish i had said no to hanging out. i wish i had self restraint. i wish i hadnt hugged him. if he asks to hang out again im gonna say no. i want to show off my books and coins and wrap ourselves in blankets hes so fucking warm-

god damnit. God Fucking Damnit im not a teenager anymore.

im not ashamed of being ace or whatever im proud of it I Am Just Me im just a person but god it makes me mad sometimes because ive missed out on people ive wanted before and i will again and to be entirely fucking honest i dont know if i ever will. i dont think its even worth it. the older i get the harder it will be to say im not interested because people will assume im either waiting til marriage or im a prude and it will be more common place because everything is only ever sex sex sex and im tired of it man.

im like 99% sure he told me to stop texting him because he wasjacking it yesterday. ye gods.

tldr im so mad i like him so much and i cant have him.

im going to fucking bed

#🍓🧜🏾‍♂️#adventures

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if-only-we-could-read-it · 2 years

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Some life updates:

-I’m officially an astrophysics student! Todays actually my first day of the course and i have lectures from 9-5, rip. But i’m excited!

-I’m technically homeless, which is less fun. Its not a financial issue (mostly, tho that is a factor) but i had multiple attempts to find somewhere to rent fall through on me at the last minute, so now i’m staying with some of my family until i find somewhere in the area. I kinda hate it, but hey ho. I’m not literally camping on the side of the road, so we’re good

-that being said, I’m back in the city where i go to uni! Which is great, because i really, really love being here, a lot more than being down south. Plus ive been working like nonstop insane hours down south so. Moving this weekend was great!

-i do have a small (big) problem with my student tuition loan, as in they arent paying it and i have to make an appeal type thing, but uh. Thats fine. Thats. I’m not stressed at all about that. Ahem.

-i went to my first concert on saturday! Technically it was a small festival, so i went to a few concerts, but it was really good! I managed to push myself out of my comfort zone and it didnt suck! Yay! Also i didnt get anywhere near as over stimulated as i was expecting, which is nice

-I dont really have a desk or anything where i’m staying which is Inconvenient but not a huge deal. I’m hoping with less workload i can focus a little more on writing (and doing literally anything but work lol) but it’ll take a bit to settle into a routine

-uhhh probably some other stuff but i cant remember lol. But yeah! This has been a very stressful few months and will continue to be very stressful for at least another month, realistically, but its fine, its good, im coping. And i will be writing soon, hopefully!

-oh also! I need to find a job here but it’s probably going to have to wait until i find somewhere to live so i have a better idea of the commute instead of having to drive forty minutes to get to get here. Also i’m hoping for a late evening/night shift job ideally which seems to narrow my options. But we’ll see!

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an accidentally perfect labour | mason mount fluff

this is the fourth part to the dad!mason fic, the first three parts can be found here*, here & here* (asterisks incl. smut)

gif creds to @mountsmason

this is so unbelievably long i am so sorry!! grab a snack <33

summary: your surprise baby shower ends up with you in labour, and once the twins are born mason makes an offer you weren’t expecting but can’t refuse.

warnings: not too many, maybe a swear word once or twice? y/n gives birth in this section so sry if ive got it wrong or it grosses you out lmao. let dad!mason officially commence.

this isn’t that great and it’s so painfully long. im sorry!! <33

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“i think you’re forgetting something, mate.”

declan stood in mason’s livingroom, a hand on his hip as he watched mason hang bunting along the walls on a step ladder. mason wobbled when he turned around, with ben now joining mason’s other best friend behind the sofa. ben’s stance mimicked declan’s as the two watched on, and mason frowned, blue coloured bunting looped through his fingers.

“what?” mason huffed, and declan fought off a laugh as mason wobbled again, threatening to fall backwards and topple onto the sofa. “what could i possibly be forgetting?”

it was at that point that lewis walked into his brother’s livingroom with an amused grin on his face, standing beside ben with a bag of cheese puffs in his hand as he watched his bewildered younger brother lose his mind over something so small.

“you didn’t add the S on the end of babies,” lewis pointed out, putting his brother out of his misery. mason’s attention was brought to the big poster he’d spent hours decorating that morning with summer before she was swooped away to go shopping with jaz and sam. “so it says surprise Y/N and babie.. or maybe you could tell Y/N that summer wrote it.”

mason grumbled while his brother spoke, climbing off of the step ladder and moving it to the right, and when it was in position, he scowled across at the three muskateers - he thought bringing them over early was a good idea, but as it turned out they were being more pain than they were help.

“or, maybe,” mason mimicked his brother, “instead of standing there doing nothing, you could all help me finish the decorations.”

declan scowled over at him and the two glared across the room at one another, until eventually declan broke concentration and cackled, clapping his hands together and walking towards mason with an amused grin. mason just shook his head and broke out into an amused chuckle.

“i’ll finish the poster for you if it means you’re gonna stay calm.”

mason was usually good at surprises, unless they were for you. you always managed to poke around until he cracked, and he always wondered how you did it. he was jealous of how often you surprised him, not least how you managed to surprise him with something as big as the pregnancy and so he wanted to surprise you with a baby shower.

“i hope they get your height.” mason mocked, watching on like a lover with dreamy eyes as declan pulled the poster off of the wall - ever since the pregnancy had been announced, everyone kept mocking the pair of them after a comment declan had left under the post, and they; even you, had been playing along with it.

declan laughed and flipped his best friend off, dragging the poster around to the back of the sofa, where all of the paints and pens mason and summer had used were tucked away neatly in a little cardboard box. ben returned back to holding the step-ladder, and lewis ventured outside to fix up the rest of the garden furniture.

the eight month mark had come sooner than any of you had expected, you were now only two weeks away from your due date and it was beginning to freak both of you out. lauren had innocently suggested -- without making it seem obvious that mason was planning something for you -- that the two of you go shopping that saturday morning for the rest of the things you needed, simple things like blankets and teddies for when the twins were born so that you weren’t worrying when they eventually arrived.

mason stepped back to admire his handywork, shifting one of the wonky pink triangles over declan’s freshly finished poster until he was happy with it, and ben rested his arm on mason’s shoulder.

“thought of any names yet?”

mason shook his head, taking a handful of lewis’ cheesepuffs from off of the table and throwing them into his mouth, “we can’t seem to agree on anything but middle names,” he frowned, rocking back and forth on his feet, his eyes never leaving the poster. “mum and dad have said we’ll know what they’re called as soon as we see them but we’ve still got nothing yet.”

ben patted his best friend on the back, “you’ll agree on something, mate, even if she tells you and you stand there nodding, something’ll come up.”

***

“i just don’t understand what’s so bad about calling him mason mount junior.”

even lauren looked at you with a puzzled expression as she pulled up on yours and mason’s driveway. your hand cradled the bump as the engine stopped, a grumble tumbling from your lips when you shifted to leave the car too quickly.

“as amusing as it would be to call him mount junior, even for me it’s a vito.”

“what? c’mon it’s not that bad is it?”

she opened the passenger door for you, and the late may breeze prickled your skin and set goosebumps alight across your arms. mason and declan greeted you from the front door, mason jogging over to help you out of the car and take over from lauren. all you were told by mason was that the pair of them were going to be staying over for the evening, and he promised you could order an indian in order to speed up your labour.

“hi baby,” mason cooed when you stood in front of him, lips pressing against yours softly. his hands cradled the bump and he pressed a kiss to your clothed stomach, “and hi babies.”

declan stifled a chuckle and you furrowed your eyebrows in his direction, but before you could question why he wrapped his arm around your shoulders and left a big, wet kiss on your cheek. “how’re my god-children doin’?”

“they’re almost about to kill mummy if they stay in there any longer,” you grumbled, rubbing declan’s back with your palm and prodding at your stomach with your free hand. he chuckled and mason helped lauren get the things from the boot, “i don’t think i can last two more weeks, dec.”

he chuckled at your dramatic nature, ruffling your hair and taking mason’s spot at the back of the car.

your boyfriend looped his arm through yours and the pair of you followed declan and lauren through the house, arriving at the closed livingroom door. your eyebrows knitted together when you got to it, the usual open plan of your house nowhere to be noticed and you turned to face your boyfriend, “what did you do?” you asked, and watched as he feigned sheepishness.

“don’t be mad, okay?”

“oh, god, mason, what did you do?”

he gripped at your arm as declan and lauren opened the livingroom door, and much to your shock and surprise all of your friends and family were standing in the back garden, decorated beautifully with pink and blue balloons. mason’s dad was stood beside a BBQ, and there was a table full of cakes and confectionary on the other side.

“surprise!”

everyone cheered when they saw you, and through teary eyes your hands gravitated over your mouth. you scowled up at mason, and he pressed a kiss to your nose.

“i hate you.”

“i love you.”

he kissed you, wrapping a hand around your waist and pulling you in closer carefully as he did so, the kiss dampened by your tears. summer broke you out of it, though, tugging on your skirt with her hand in a fist. she’d already opened the brownies, chocolate covering her face and fingers.

“hi, summer!” you cooed wiping away your tears. mason picked the three year old up in his arms, dotting kisses all around her cheeks and making her laugh. she pressed a soft kiss to your cheek and your heart fluttered at the gesture.

“have you told aunty Y/N how you helped uncle mase today?” mason asked, his lips brushing her cheek with every word. his free hand snaked around your waist and you nuzzled in close, listening to her tell you how she helped mason with the surprise poster.

as the evening continued, and most people had cleared, you’d been flattered by the amount of presents everyone had bought for the babies, not to mention the big magnum of expensive champagne declan and ben had bought for you to drink when you’d had them.

you stood in the kitchen watching along as mason subbed himself out of the three-a-side game he’d been playing with the boys to come and see you. “hey, beautiful,” he caught you just before you managed to throw the tissue away, pressing a kiss to your cheek, “crying again?”

he earned a backhand for that.

“i just can’t believe it’s nearly over,” you admitted. “they’re coming, mason. we’re gonna be parents in two weeks.”

he nodded, a twinkle in his eye as he admired you with a smile on his face. “i know, baby,” he kissed your nose and brushed some hair from your eyes, “and we still haven’t chosen names yet.”

your hands found his and you clasped them together, grazing your thumb delicately over the back of his hand. he did the same to you. “i’ll be happy with whatever you choose, mason, i’ve told you that,” despite your love for calling your little boy mount junior, you knew he was never going to agree, and so with a little smirk you pressed your nose against his, “even if you don’t like mason mount junior.”

“yeah, that’s vito’d for sure.”

you chuckled, and relished in the feeling of his lips against yours.

“fine.”

***

mason, declan, ben and lewis were the last ones left standing, lauren had headed upstairs to one of the spare rooms and left declan innebriated with a soft smile on her face, mason had let ben and lewis crash for the night, and you had curled up on the sofa with mason’s favourite blanket while the four of them yelled and screamed in the games room.

it was about midnight when you woke up, hot and incredibly sweaty. it was disorientating at first, waking up in the livingroom rather than in your bed, and you wondered what was going on when you sat up in a wet patch. you felt all around you, fearing you’d knocked over a glass of water while you’d slept, and then it dawned on you.

“oh fuck.” you panicked, planting your feet on the floor only for your socks to get soaked through, “mason? baby come here!”

it took a few more attempts, but eventually your boyfriend came into the livingroom, and watched as you braced yourself against the edge of the sofa, breathing heavily through your mouth. he knitted his eyebrows together at first, thinking you were just pranking him like you’d been taking so much pride in doing for the last few weeks, but then he heard you cry out in pain at what looked like a contraction, and he panicked.

“baby, are you--?”

“--my waters have broken, mason!”

the look in his eyes turned from one of concern to excitement, and then switched to fear, knowing that within the next twenty four hours he would become a dad. “oh fuck,” he hissed, snagging his car keys from the kitchen counter, “wait there, i’ll go and tell the boys we’re going to the hospital.”

within minutes, ben and declan scooped you into the car while lewis helped mason pack up the bags in the backseat, hyping his little brother up at the prospect of being a father.

“please make sure you call my mum,” you whined, grabbing onto declan’s hand, but directing the words to ben, “she’ll kill me if she finds out i’ve gone into labour and not told her.”

“--yeah, baby and our midwife will kill us if she finds out you’re giving birth in the passenger seat of a mercedes, we need to go.”

the three of them waved you off with the promise of calling your parents and you cried out at the pain of another contraction, squeezing mason’s hand as he placed it on your leg.

on the drive to the hospital, you did everything you’d been taught, counting between contractions no matter how long they were, breathing through your mouth when the contractions happened, and never pushing even if you felt like you’d hit the ten centimeter dialation.

mason, in his haste upon leaving the house, had forgotten to bring his wallet which meant he couldn’t pay for hospital parking once you’d gotten to the machine, but at that point parking was the least of his worries -- “it’s twelve forty-five in the morning, Y/N, no one’s gonna check me for a ticket!” -- and after shoving you down into a wheelchair he took the first elevator to the floor you were supposed to be on.

“are you okay, baby?” he asked, once you’d been set up in your private room. the nurse had left the two of you alone and told you to wait for the midwife, and you laid back on the pillow trying to steady your breathing.

“contractions really fucking hurt,” you grumbled, bracing both hands on either side of the bump, and mason kissed your forehead, pulling at the hairs that stuck to your skin, “maybe we should’ve opted for a water birth.”

he chuckled, and kissed your forehead, “i’ll be here the whole time, sweetheart,” you looked up at him and clasped your hands in one anothers, and mason squeezed it between his fingers. “promise.”

what felt like hours later -- ironically enough, during a contraction, the midwife arrived, and mason was fighting every instinct within him to not complain at the strength you were squeezing his hand, and the midwife laughed at him as he bit his lip.

“please tell me i’m ready to push,” you whined, “i genuinely don’t know how much longer i can hold off.”

the sun was beginning to rise now, the clock reading five fifteen as the light rays of sun peeked through the curtains. your midwife crouched down and checked your dialation, and returned to face you with a smile on her lips that told you it was time for you to push.

mason took a deep breath, feeling faint at knowing your babies would be here within minutes, and hopped onto the bed beside you like you’d practiced. his legs caged around your body, and the pair of you sat as if you were bathing together. his lips pressed soft kisses along your jawline and your midwife sat between your legs, gripping at your calves as she urged you to push.

your head felt light as you did so, and in that moment you wondered whether you could actually do it. “well done, Y/N, go again,” she urged, squeezing your calves gently again. mason held your hands as you squeezed them, groaning and shouting so loud into his ear he thought you’d burst his eardrum.

“that’s it, Y/N, i can see the head!”

you pushed once more, head falling against mason’s shoulder as you shook it profusely, unable to contract your muscles anymore than you were. “i can’t do it, i can’t do it,” you cried breathlessly, but with the midwife’s reassurance you were hyped up to push once more.

there was a short silence before you heard a cry, and it was like music to your ears. you and mason sighed heavily and tears fell from his eyes and onto the hospital gown covering your shoulders. the midwife held up the first baby, proudly announcing that your little boy was born first.

“Y/N, you’re gonna have to do it all again in a few minutes, okay?” she said, pulling off her gloves and putting on a new pair. one of the nurses held your baby in her hands and you reached out for him, but mason kissed your cheek.

“he’s fine, baby, they’re just checking him over,” he rubbed your arms in his hands and kissed your cheek. you felt the sudden urge to push, and did so without warning your midwife. she was a step ahead of you already, dipping her head down to gage how much more you needed to push. mason was cooing words of encouragement in your ear, but you grabbed at his elbow in between pushes.

“you got me into this situation,” you panted, “after all that time we spent trying you just had to score a hattrick and have sperm that eager that you knocked me up with two babies.”

you didn’t mean it, and everyone in the room, including mason, knew that. they all broke out into fits of laughter, and carefully he kissed your cheekbone, forgiving you for the words you knew you didn’t mean, holding your hand when you pushed again.

before you knew it, you were pushing again, and again, and a final time several moments later. you heard a second cry after a few seconds and this time your midwife showed off proudly that it was coming from your baby girl.

mason burst into a fit of tears behind you, his head falling onto your shoulder as yours fell back onto his chest, the two of you completely in awe that you’d just done that. the nurses offered you a baby each, handing you scissors so you could cut their cords before bundling them up into blue and pink blankets respectively.

mason was handed your little boy, while you were handed your little girl, and you couldn’t believe how tiny they were. his tears were dropping onto the babies blanket, but he wasn’t ashamed to hide it, unable to process that he was now a father to two children.

“do you have any names?”

you looked at mason, who’s cheeks blushed a soft pink, and he turned to face you, shifting beside you on the bed. he poked the little boy’s nose softly, “this guy’s an eddie for sure.”

“how long have you been stashing that away?” you asked, a smirk creeping its way up your face as your boyfriends eyes twinkled.

“i knew the minute he was born.”

he told the nurse to come back in an hour, once you’d finalised a name for your little girl. when the room cleared you swapped babies, so now you were holding your little boy in your arms and you watched as the little girl wrapped her tiny little fingers around mason’s pinky finger, and the pair of you smiled.

“i like elsie.”

“hm?”

“for her,” you gestured to the little girl in mason’s arms, “it goes well with the middle name, and both of them will have names beginning with the same letter, won’t you?” he watched you coo and cry at your little boy with a bright, beaming smile and he couldn’t help what tumbled from his lips next.

“marry me.”

you stopped what you were doing and turned to face him, a puzzled expression on your face. “huh?”

“marry me, Y/N,” he smiled, those twinkly eyes you couldn’t resist coming out to surprise you once more. “marry me and we can make this little family official.”

you realised then that he was telling you to marry him -- not because he was forcing you, but because he knew there was no way on earth you would say no, and so with a small nod of your head you kissed his lips and brushed the babies noses with your finger, “what do we say, babies? shall i marry daddy?”

you acted as if you were deep in discussion with them, and mason laughed, throwing his head back and falling more in love with you -- if that was even possible.

“well? what do they say?”

“they say yes.”

his eyes twinkled, and after looking down at them briefly with a soft smile on his face, he looked at you. “and what do you say?”

“i do.”

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OMG IM FINALLY FREE! I’m the 🦋anon who sent asks about how I would always be scheduled to work by myself being forced to give up breaks and lunches and then they started having problems with my availability due to school. WELL DO I HAVE A STORY FOR YOU!! So the store manager who’s really nice and understanding has to take a medical leave so we’ve had an acting manager. Cue said acting manager changing every fucking thing and acting as if he’s permanently taking over the store, fucking up everyone’s schedule, etc. So due to all the bullshit I decided to put I my two weeks so my last day would be the 11th (it’s currently Sunday the 5th as I send this in) well yesterday I went in for a morning and saw the asshole there bc the assistant manager called off so he starts bitching about how I was a no call no show for Thursday EVEN THOUGH I WAS TAKEN OFF THE SCHEDULE and how he’ll let it slide this time and blah blah blah I was LITERALLY two seconds from walking out right then and there. So anyway later in the day the asshole leaves and my co worker who loves to bitch about everything comes in. Now when she gets there at 11 I let her know that I’m going to be leaving early at 1 (I was apparently scheduled until 3:30 but didn’t know that until I was actually showed up resulting in me always thinking that I was only scheduled until one and therefore making an appointment that I’ve been rescheduling at 1:30) due to my appointment and having a shit load of school work due. Usually that’s not a problem my co workers are like “do what you gotta do school is important” but today bitchy co worker acted like it was the end of the world because I guess the other guy who was supposed to be there was also leaving early at 1 (which I didn’t know) so she calls the asshole to bitch resulting in him texting me telling me that he has me down for 3:30 and we can’t leave the co worker by herself on a Saturday and all this other bullshit. I then first try to text the person who supposed to come in next to see if he can come in early but he’s not replying so I text asshole back telling him that no one is replying and I have to leave because I’ve already rescheduled this appointment multiple times for work plus I has a large amount of assignments for school due by the end of the day and with all due respect my professors aren’t going to accept the excuse of work for why my assignments aren’t done plus it’s not fair that I’ve been left alone for 5-7 hours in a Saturday and no one helped me to find coverage. Asshole texts back essentially saying too bad so sad sorry if you leave without finding coverage then you can get disciplinary corrective action. When I tell you I was HEATED when he said that I called my mom and was like “I need to convince from just cutting my shit short today and officially ending my time here” she was just like “no you do what you gotta do” so I texted asshole back and was like “then since I already put in my two weeks I’m gonna go ahead and quit and be done today because this is unfair. I’m going to save you from having to file corrective action for me by just being done today and therefore you don’t have to worry about me for the rest of the week” (he had already tried to schedule me on days where my availability says I can’t work due to school and taking care of my sick grandmother and he didn’t even care) at first he texted back and like “sorry you feel that way best of luck” and again when I tell you I was HEATED like as I was closing down my drawer and writing down numbers I was shaking so bad that I kept dropping coins and I don’t even know if my numbers were legible but idgaf at this point. Then as I’m gathering my stuff to leave he calls the store phone to talk to me because he knows that I won’t answer if he calls me phone and now his tune has changed does like “well just think about it I don’t want you to quitting” and a bunch of other bullshit that I honestly just tuned out BUT THEEEENNN he has the nerve to be like “well who’s there with your co worker now? is anyone there with her? did the other guy already leave?” and that just set me off even more like BITCH THAT IS NOT MY FUCKING PROBLEM YOURE THE MANAGER NOT ME IM DONE I NO LONGER WORK HERE. And when i tell you the amount of relief I felt once I got in my car when my mom picked me up. I literally cried the whole way home. I’m just glad I don’t have to work there anymore and deal with my mental health taking so many hits on a daily basis

#happy ending #fuck co-workers #fuck coworkers #fuck managers

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Omg I just read the little “marry me today” ask it was so cute! I would love “it’s dark outside, and it’s raining. my arms are much safer” and “we're not just friends. you know that” with our guy Adrian Chase? 💖

hey thank u sm im glad u liked that one!!!

join the sleepover!

It wasn't that you and Adrian were dating. If anyone asked, you weren't. You were just friends.

But did you find yourself crashing in his bed after a night of drinking (or being too tired to drive, or too cold, or, or, or,) and wake up with his arms around you several times a week? Did you lay your head in his lap when you watched movies together, and take bites of each other's meals when the team went out to eat? Was he the first person on your mind when you were having a bad day, and was your face the one he thought of when he took a hit in a fight?

Sure. But that's normal for friends, right?

Obviously fucking not.

You'd come to terms with it slowly, when your gaze lingered on his lips more than his eyes. When you wanted to sink into the dimples in his smile, when his voice behind the mask made your heart jump, when the sight of him brushing his teeth—all foamy mouthed and grinning like a chimpanzee in the mirror—made you laugh while you brushed yours next to him.

He was clueless, and you were okay to leave him in that state. Sooner or later you'd get the courage to make a move, but for now you'd be fine living in this in between state. Who knew if he would shy away from something official, if he'd ever even been in a relationship close to what you two had. Or any relationship, at all.

It was a late Saturday night, the credits were rolling on the horror flick that you'd put on as an excuse to curl up next to Adrian under the throw blankets he had littering the couch. There was tension in your bodies, Adrian's arms wrapped around you felt like dead strips of firehose, uncomfortably sitting around your shoulders and over your lap. Where his touch was normally the comforting heaviness of a weighted blanket, now it was too intentional, too careful, like he was trying to imitate a hug without ever having experienced it.

You pulled out of his reach, his grasp quick to leave your body the moment you gave resistance.

"Alright, well, I should probably be getting home."

"Wh—but I—" He adjusted so he was sitting on his knees, fists knotting in the blanket.

"What?"

"I just—it's dark outside. And it's raining. Don't you think my arms are much safer?" He gave you a half smile, playing this off as a joke. "I mean, look at this definition. It's not half the size of Peacemaker's but—I have spent time on them."

You rolled your eyes at him, unsure if this was him trying to make a move or just Adrian being Adrian. You were used to him being direct about what he wanted, but he was being playful and skating around what you thought he truly meant. It was completely uncharacteristic.

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah, you're my friend and what if you crash in the rain? Then I'd have to kill you for unsafe driving. If the crash didn't get you first, that is."

It was almost infuriating to you the way that he was skirting the subject. This was Adrian. He said whatever was on his mind, followed most of his impulses if nobody stopped him. Why was he being such a baby now?

You figured you'd have to do the work here, and you put a hand on his shoulder, "Adrian, you know we're not just friends? Right?"

He looked down at your hand, frowning, "What are we then? Coworkers? Cause I know—"

"Adrian, I'm gonna kiss you right now." You cut him off, reaching your other hand over to his other shoulder and making his eyes meet yours.

"I—okay." He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, holding it until you leaned over and pressed your lips against his.

Adrian exhaled through his nose, and his hands immediately freed themselves from the blanket to slide under your arms, around your back to pull you in closer, resting on your shoulder blades.

His touch was gentle. He wasn't so much pulling you in as he was guiding you, asking you without words to hold him tighter, kiss him harder, come closer until there was no space between your bodies.

Your breathing was shuddered in between kisses, the air shaking your entire chest as you caught up to the overwhelming relief of the moment. Like you had released a parachute too far from the ground and now you were figuring out how to plant your feet in the grass and walk on solid land again after floating for who knows how long.

The kisses were so slow they almost hurt. You wanted to consume him, breathe him in and keep him safe in your lungs, knowing that the burn you felt with every breath was him.

But it was Adrian who was holding the pace here, needing to go slow, needing to know that every kiss was real and solid and wouldn't break. He had wanted to kiss you for a very long time, but he was also happy with the word "friend" and everything it meant to you two.

He resituated you both into a deep hug, squeezing the air out of you.

"So we're not friends? Right?"

You laughed and shook your head against his shoulder, "We are friends. But I also love you different than I love a friend."

Adrian pulled away, question marks on his face, "What, like a partner? Cause Peacemaker's my partner and sure yeah we've gone in on the same chick before but I definitely don't want Chris to put a single finger on you."

"Kinda like a partner, yeah. But in a different way than that. Kinda like, I'd be only yours and you'd be only mine."

He looked down and whispered to himself, "...mine."

"Yeah, Adrian," You grabbed his chin and tilted it up to make him look into your eyes, "Yours."

He smiled and leaned forward to press your foreheads together, "Okay, you can be mine."

You ruffled his hair and went in for another kiss, pausing just in front of his mouth, "Okay, good."

#chaseadrian sleepover #adrian chase x reader #adrian chase imagine #ugh i loved those prompts ty anon #anonymous #answered*#my writing #mine

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Any Fan's Dream, Part 20

Any Fan's Dream Masterlist

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When you look around and see Avengers Tower in front of you and Peter Parker beside you, you wonder how the hell you managed to get into the MCU.

The quinjet landed, the atmosphere inside sobering up.

Everyone was checking their gear, ensuring they had everything they needed before they went into the bunker.

"Is there anything else we should expect inside?" Steve asked you.

You shook your head, but stopped, remembering something. "Actually- he isn't planning on using the Winter Soldiers inside, he's going to kill them. Shit, I can't believe I forgot to tell you."

"Is there anything else?"

You racked your brain. "Well, he plans to lock you in the room and force you to watch the video of the Starks and Sergeant Barnes, but that's easy enough to avoid if you aren't all in one place."

"Okay." Steve nodded. "Thank you." He turned to the rest of the individuals gathered. "We'll be going in in two groups. 3 and 4."

"There's eight of us, though." Wanda pointed out. "Is somebody staying here?"

Your stomach dropped.

He better not do what you thought he was going to.

"(y/n) hasn't had enough training for this," Steve stated. He looked at you. "I can't let you go out there. You just had a concussion and you don't have your Iron-Man suit. It isn't safe."

You had to take a moment to reign in your frustration. "It isn't safe for anybody out there. I should be able to go. Plus, I know what he's planning. None of you are tech people, I can help you." Your argument was all over the place, but your points were still valid.

Unfortunately, Steve had more valid points.

He pulled you aside and spoke to you quietly. "You had less than a month of physical training, you were recently injured, you don't have any sort of equipment or protection, and this man wants to tear the Avengers apart. What do you think would happen if you got killed here?"

"My death wouldn't tear the Avengers apart." You almost scoffed, hating the fact that he had a point in terms of your combat prowess. "I'll stay close to you. I won't engage in fighting. But you have to let me help."

Steve thought about it, eventually coming to the conclusion that with a whole team of them against the one guy, you would probably be safer with them than outside in the quinjet by yourself.

"Fine." Steve conceded. "But you absolutely can't engage. When we start fighting, you get away, okay?"

You mulled it over. "Alright."

"Okay, new plan." Steve spoke up, catching the attention of the rest of the people. "Two groups of four. Wanda, Scott, Clint, and Sam, you're a group. Thor, Bucky, (y/n) and I will be a group. The goal of this is to make sure the team stays together. Make sure nobody gets hurt." Everyone could tell who in particular he was worried about getting hurt. "If you find Zemo, call it in."

You looked at the different hallways, unsure of which way led where.

In the movies they never really focused much on this so you couldn't say you knew which way to go, but who could blame you? You never expected to somehow end up in the MCU so it wasn't like you had studied for it. You just had your memory to go off of, and as good as your memory was in remembering Marvel stuff, you hadn't managed to memorize every moment of every Marvel movie.

You just hoped that you had given them enough time to arrive before Zemo wound up killing all the other Winter Soldiers. After all, they were people like Bucky who had been brainwashed and tortured for decades, they didn't deserve the treatment they'd been subjected to.

But now, there you were, unsure of which hallway to go down and simply following Bucky and Steve, Thor standing beside you while the two of you followed.

You weren't stupid. You knew why Steve had told you to stay with Thor. Thor was strong enough to protect you rather easily if need be and Steve himself was too occupied to look out for you. You just wished you'd been able to have more training before this, at least then you would be able to pull your own weight in terms of self-defense. Instead, you were just brought along because the rest of the people there weren't exactly geniuses with technology.

Especially with the people in your group.

Steve and Bucky weren't exactly caught up on current events, better yet, the technology. Thor wasn't even from Earth and was hopeless with tech.

You were tense, knowing that this was probably one of the most serious moments of your life. You felt doubt start to wiggle its way into your mind, but you pushed that wriggly worm down, instead focusing on how you had just compared doubt to a worm and wondering if your mind was just fucking weird.

You refocused on the situation at hand, scolding yourself internally because this situation really didn't need you zoning out and getting lost in your mind. That was fine late at night when you were trying to fall asleep, but it could present a bit of a problem if fighting started and you were stuck thinking about doubt as a worm. Well, a wriggly worm to be specific, but-

No. Focus, (y/n).

You took a deep breath, looking around the rather ominous hallways the four of you kept turning down, wrinkling your nose at the smell. It was musty and dusty and you were worried you'd end up sneezing and give away where you were. That wouldn't be ideal.

Steve and Bucky climbed up a couple steps, you and Thor following right behind them.

In the movie, Bucky had led Steve and Tony to the large room that held the Winter Soldiers, so you assumed that was what was going to happen now. But you were concerned. In the movie Zemo had made a trap for them. With the plot changed, you didn't know if you had arrived early enough to stop Zemo before his trap was set and the Winter Soldiers were killed.

You arrived in the room and there they were.

It was dark, so dark that if the containers the people were kept in didn't have their own light, you would be blind to your surroundings. You took in a sharp breath, looking at the people sitting in those strange cells. You wanted nothing more than to run up to each of those cells and inspect the glass, ensure that there weren't any bullet holes and the people behind the glass weren't murdered in their inhumane confines.

But you knew you couldn't do that. That would be stupid. So you stayed behind Steve, looking at the cages and trying to discern if someone had indeed shot through them. Unfortunately, the lighting as bad as it was, you were going to have to get closer to actually tell.

As you moved closer, you felt your anticipation grow. From what you could see, none of the cells had any holes in them.

You almost gasped, but restrained yourself. Unless you were missing something or your eyes weren't reliable, none of the Winter Soldiers had been killed. Sure, they all looked dead because of whatever cryo-freeze thing that Hydra put them in, but none of them had the execution style shot in their head.

Zemo hadn't yet shot them.

You'd arrived before he could do so.

It wasn't a great time to do so, but you almost smiled. After all, that meant you had managed to change the plot enough that Steve and Bucky were able to arrive before Zemo could set up his plan. It also meant that these six lives hadn't been lost.

You were already thinking about if you could convince T'Challa to take them back to Wakanda and get them the treatment Bucky was able to get there. With that, maybe those people would be able to escape Hydra's influence and finally be able to live for themselves.

"I was going to get rid of them before you arrived, but I suppose I can do that later." Helmut Zemo's voice crackled over the old intercom.

Steve and Bucky instantly went tense and battle-ready. Thor moved closer to you, ready to shield you from whatever was going to happen.

"Unfortunately," Zemo continued, "I didn't expect your arrival so soon. But as I said before, I can deal with that later."

"You killed innocent people to bring us here," Steve's voice held an undercurrent of anger you'd never heard in person before. "Why?"

"An unfortunate necessity," Zemo conceded, "I do apologize to you for any injuries you might've retained, (y/n)(l/n). The bombing was important to the plan, although the deaths are regrettable."

You almost said 'No problem' out of habit but managed to stop yourself from doing so because it was just a bit of a problem.

"Don't speak to her," Steve ordered. "You caused so much pain. For what?"

"I thought about nothing else for over a year. I studied you. I followed you."

You knew why Zemo had done what he did, and while it was tragic, it didn't excuse bombing a building.

"Again, my apologies, (y/n)(l/n). I never wanted to hurt any children."

You almost felt insulted by that but then realized it was probably best to just ignore the statement. There were, after all, more important things to worry about. Besides, you felt uneasy. Sure, you knew things were much better than in the movie but you had the horrible sense that something was going to go horrendously wrong.

Your eyes swept the room, roving over the six empty glowing cells, the corners hidden by shadows, the-

Wait a fucking minute-

Empty cells?

Oh, fuck.

"Guys, the cell things are empty," you alerted the people with you.

Fuckfuckfuckfuck where were they?

You flinched when the lights in the cells went out, darkness crashing down like a tidal wave, ready to pull you beneath and leave you never to be seen again.

"As I said before," Zemo's voice came over the intercom again, "I did not expect you all so soon. And unfortunately, the Iron-Man isn't here, which messes up another plan of mine. You really have thwarted a couple of my plans and it is quite annoying; but as you Americans say, 'the show must go on'."

"I know he said he was going to kill them, but I think he decided to give them one last go before he did." You tried to control your voice as you spoke, but it was rising as you got more nervous. You looked around uselessly, the darkness too thick for you to see anybody or anything. You felt the little hairs on the back of your neck stand up, every muscle in your body tensing as your nerves rose.

You reached out, knowing Thor was right beside you only a couple feet from you when the lights went out. "Thor, are you there?"

"I am right here, Lady (y/n)." You felt relief wash over you when you heard his voice. "Do not move, Lady (y/n), let me find you."

"Okay." Even with the comfort Thor brought you, every moment of silence in that pitch-black room made you more and more uneasy.

You felt a hand reach out and grab your arm, almost giving you a heart attack.

"Lady (y/n), is that you?"

"Ye-"

Your words were cut off, a hand covering your mouth while another one wrapped around your waist and pulled you backward. You tried to scream, but the hand over your mouth only muffled the noise. Remembering the training Natasha had taught you, you desperately tried to get out of the assaulter's grasp but to no avail. Your movements were too slow, too amateur to work on an assassin trained for decades.

"Lady (y/n), where did you go?" Thor's voice held uncharacteristic urgency. "Lady (y/n)?"

"(y/n)!" Now Steve's voice was breaking through the silence, the cry of your name reaching your ears and while you wanted nothing more than to respond, you were left to try to scream, again only muffled noises.

"I think I heard her," Bucky's voice popped up. "(y/n), try to make as much noise as possible."

You screamed, the noise still muffled but louder than before. The person holding you wrapped an arm around your throat, applying pressure slowly. You tried to claw at their arm, use your legs to knock them off balance, but nothing worked. They were too strong, stance too sturdy, and far too well trained for your efforts to do much more than annoy them.

You clawed desperately at the arm as the person but more and more pressure on your throat. Although the arm was only choking you for mere seconds, it felt never-ending. Something was happening to you, your airway being closed off, you felt like you were...you couldn't- you couldn't....breathe...

The lights in the cells turned back on, leaving Steve, Thor, and Bucky looking for you anxiously. Unfortunately, they weren't left with much time to search for you when six people came out of the shadows and decided to attack.

"WHERE IS LADY (Y/N)?" Thor thundered, voice rough thunder is loud.

Steve was focused, desperately trying to keep the two assassins back but too distracted by looking for you to focus. He had let you come along with them, he had allowed this to happen. If you were dead....

No, you couldn't be dead.

"YOU WILL NOT TELL ME WHERE SHE IS? FINE, I HAVE NO NEED FOR YOU THEN." Slamming his hammer on the floor, Thor sent out shocks of electricity at the two people trying to attack him, knocking them unconscious. In quick succession, he managed to render the rest of the assassins unconscious as well.

No longer occupied by trying to defend himself, Steve searched the room for you; Bucky and Thor followed his lead.

They looked up as footsteps approached, running footsteps.

Instantly on guard again, they all tensed, ready to fight the newcomers.

Wanda emerged, Scott behind her. A few moments later, Clint and Same came in, escorting a bound Helmut Zemo with them.

Footsteps loud against the stone floor, Steve stormed over to the incapacitated man. "Where is she." His words a demand for answers, not a question.

"I told you I did not want the death of a child on my mind." Was all Zemo said.

Wanda tilted her head. "He ordered one of the Winter Soldiers to knock her unconscious before the fighting began." She had read his mind, desperate to find out where her friend was.

Weak coughing was heard from one of the shadowy corners. "I...I'm over here."

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Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing

Pairings: Arvin Russel x Fem!Christian!Reader

Summary: Arvin knew he shouldn’t have left you alone with that new preacher...

Warnings: Sexual assault, physical assault, cursing, Teagarden being a perv, really nothing out of the ordinary for this movie.

Word Count: 5250

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“Arvin! Stop!” You giggled, pushing your boyfriend off of you as he nibbled up and down your neck. There wasn’t anything sexual about it, he just loved to hear you laugh and he knew how much the action tickled your skin. “You’re so annoyin’!” You laughed, cheeks flushed red as you gently pressed on his head to try and move it.

He pressed himself up, looking down at you like you were the most beautiful thing he’d ever lay his eyes on. Arvin was straddling you, his knees trapping your hips beneath him. A hand was placed on either side of your head and he looked down at you, “But you’re so pretty when you laugh.”

“Oh? And I’m ugly all the rest of the time?” You asked jokingly, hands reaching up stroke up and down his arms.

Arvin leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips before pulling away ever so slightly, hovering just above your lips. Both of your guys’ eyes were still closed as if it were a romantic moment until he whispered, “Ugly as a mule.”

You both busted up laughing and you shoved him, his body rolling onto the blanket beside you, “I’m breaking up with you.” You teasingly told him.

“Ah, c’mon. You know you love me.” He looked over at you, loving how the autumn sun lit up your features.

“I tolerate you. Don’t get it mixed up.” You rolled your head over to see him already admiring you. Your smile got bigger when you locked eyes with him.

“Well I love you.” Arvin admitted sweetly, bringing a gentle hand to your cheek and kissing you one more time.

Arvin made you feel beautiful and special and safe, all those things that no boy had ever made you feel. He always had. Even when you were children back in middle school and neither of you really talked to each other, when you saw him around the halls, a peace just settled over you that made you feel like you were on top of the world. When the two of you began dating ten months ago, that never changed.

“I love you too.”

The two of you laid back against the yellow blanket with little orange flowers on it, the one that you’d taken from the linen closet back home. This was yours and Arvin’s favorite place, a little clearing in the woods. The grass was tall enough to be soft but not so tall that it hid critters. Flowers lined the edge of the woods in the spring. It wasn’t springtime now but that only meant that instead of a display of white and yellow flower buds, the pair of you had a beautiful show of brilliant reds and oranges from the falling leaves.

Everyone in town knew you were together. Word spread fast around Coal Creek and it was nearly impossible to hide anything. Your families were both supportive of the relationship. Emma loved that you were involved with the church and put effort into the community when you could, often participating in bake sales around town. She liked to tease that you won Arvin over with your “man catching apple cobbler” as she now called it, since he officially asked you to be his girlfriend over a slice of the delicious dessert after a Sunday service.

Your parents liked Arvin as well. Even after Fred Dinwoodie had told your dad about what Arvin had done to Gene, it surprisingly made him like Arvin more. “You got yourself a good man who knows right from wrong and ain’t afraid to stand up for the people he loves.” Was what he’d said, which had surprised you. You knew that Arvin had beaten all the boys right after he’d done it, since he came to you to help him calm down and ice his knuckles. You were terrified for your parents to find out, though, sure that they’d tell you to break up with him for fear of violent tendencies. Thankfully, that day never came.

It was nice out there, bundled up in a warm brown coat, laying on Arvin’s chest, and watching the leaves fly across the crisp sky in the breeze.

“We should probably get headin’ back.” You said reluctantly, pushing yourself up to sitting.

“Why’s that?” Arvin perched on his elbow to watch you tighten the jacket around your frame, a cool breeze hitting just right.

“The new preacher asked me to come by this afternoon. Said he needed help planning a fundraiser to raise money for the less fortunate families in town.” You traced a finger over his knuckles gingerly, small pink marks littering his knuckles from his attack on Dinwoodie and his boys still healing over.

“Ain’t you one o’ them less fortunate families in town?” He asked, trying to find a way to talk you out of this. Ever since Preston Teagarden had humiliated Emma on his first day, Arvin had it out for the man.

You scoffed with a chuckle, “Yeah, but you are too and your grandma is still always bringin’ stuff to church. Just cause I’m broke as shit doesn’t mean I can’t try to help other people who are broke as shit.”

Arvin stood up with you and helped you fold up the blanket, “I just don’t like that new preacher. Somethin’s off about ‘im.”

“I agree that he was totally out of line callin’ your grandma out like that two weeks ago but I’d like to think that maybe I can talk to him about it.” The two of you began to walk back to Arvin’s car, grass swishing under your steps.

Arvin’s face twisted, “I just don’t trust the man. He’s always up there on that damn stage actin’ all high ‘n mighty every Sunday like he ain’t done nothin’ wrong.” He reached forward and opened your door for you, closing it after you slid onto the seat. He walked around the car and got into the driver’s seat.

“He’s a sinner like the rest of us. It’s just about doing what you can to make yourself better.” You responded, looking over at Arvin sweetly. He gave you a skeptic look and sighed deeply as he turned his attention back to look towards the road. With one hand on the steering wheel, he slid his free hand over to hold yours gently. The rest of the drive was in comfortable silence, with the exception of the radio quietly playing in the background.

Arvin loved you. He really really loved you. You generally had your wits about you, a heck of a lot more than most of the girls in Coal Creek, not allowing your religion to totally cloud your vision. You were a good girl, good enough to make his grandma happy and not cause too much trouble around town, always helping those in need, but not so pious that you made everyone else around you feel like a sinner. You were still fun, you still made mistakes. Arvin felt like you were something between ethereal and real, somehow elevating him as a person but also showing him just how good life could be.

Nevertheless, he couldn’t help but feel like you were making a mistake with this preacher. Of course, with your caring nature, you would help him, especially knowing it was for the poor folks in town. But something about Teagarden just made Arvin’s skin crawl. He just couldn’t put his finger on it…

The tires rolled to a crunching halt on the gravel outside of the church. The graveyard to the side looked dark and gloomy as always, the cloud of loss looming over almost everyone in this town in one way or another. The church, though, stood small and humble in the field, white paint chipping after years of weathering.

“Thank you for the ride.” You leaned over and pecked Arvin on the cheek.

He let out a heavy sigh, “You really sure you don’t just want me to take you home?”

You rolled your eyes at him with a sweet smile on your face, “Yes, I’m sure. It’ll be fine, Arv, but thank you for the concern.” Opening the door, you climbed out, “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“What? No. I’m givin’ you a ride home.” Arvin looked offended that you even suggested such blasphemy.

“I don’t want you to have to drive all the way back here for me and I don’t know how long this’ll take. Besides, I don’t live too far from here.” You shook your head, leaning against the open door.

Arvin raised his eyebrows, “What kind of man would I be if I let you walk home alone at night? I’m givin’ you a ride home ‘n that’s final. I have to run to the market anyways to get some stuff for my grandma so I’ll just do that ‘n come back here for ya.”

With loving warmth welling up in your chest, you leaned into the car, holding onto the roof for balance, while you kissed him on the lips, “I’ll see you in a few then.”

Pulling yourself back out of the car, you closed the door and waved before spinning to walk towards the church. Looking behind you, you gave Arvin one final wave before disappearing through the door.

The church was empty, though you expected nothing less on a Saturday afternoon. The pews were empty so you wandered into the building curiously. You closed the door behind you as you walked further in. “Hello? Reverend?”

Preston Teagarden approached from the door off to the side of the main stage, where his office had been located, “Y/N! Forgive me, I expected you to be a little bit later.”

You stopped in your tracks, “Oh, I’m sorry! You didn’t say an exact time. Just afternoon…” You chuckled awkwardly, suddenly feeling bad for arriving early.

“No, no, it’s no problem at all,” He waved his hand dismissively. Teagarden made his way down the aisle a few rows before stopping, “So from what I’ve heard, you are the one to talk to about fundraising”

Flattered, your cheeks turned a light shade of pink, “Oh, well I don’t know about that… I’ve done a few fundraisers but I wouldn’t say I’m the one to go to.”

“Nonsense, girl! I’m sure you’ll help plan something amazing. Now, why don’t you come over here and we can start talking about it.” He gestured towards the pew he was leaning on and waited for you to sit down before sliding in next to you.

Your legs crossed when you sat down, “So, I was thinking about this for a few days and the high school has a harvest festival every November. If we set up a bake sale, we could easily raise a few hundred dollars, at least. Everybody loves Mrs. Lyle’s lemon bars and I’m sure those alone could rake in a small fortune.” You giggled a little at your small joke and the preacher did as well.

As he did so, his arm slid behind your shoulder so smoothly, you almost didn’t notice at first. Almost. Though the action took you off guard, you chose to write it off. People had done this before to you platonically so this probably didn’t mean anything. Just a show of interest in what you had to say.

“Mmm, you’re makin’ me crave some sweets,” Teagarden chuckled, looking over his shoulder and then back around the room.

“Well I can guarantee that you won’t be disappointed. Coal Creek ain’t got much but if we got one thing, it’s some mighty good bakers.” You dug around in your bag that you’d brought, searching for the journal that you’d been planning this event out on, “I actually did some math and I was thinking… we could charge a dime per cookie or a dollar a dozen, yeah? And then maybe a quarter for a slice of pie and then a dollar twenty five for-”

The preacher stopped you, placing his hand on the notebook, “You really thought this out, huh? You sure are one smart girl there, Y/N. You go to the high school?”

The older man had scooched closer to you sometime during your ramblings and suddenly, you began to feel suffocated by his presence. His body was nearly flush against yours and his arm around your shoulders were trapping.

He’s a preacher, he wouldn’t do nothin’, you tried to convince yourself but Arvin’s voice came ringing in your ears: I just don’t like that new preacher. Somethin’s off about ‘im. Trying not to be obvious, just in case you were misreading things, you slid away from him just slightly to put some distance between your bodies. As you did so, however, Teagarden’s hand closed around your left shoulder, rubbing it firmly but gently.

Your eyes widened when you looked over at his grip and your heart began to pick up pace. “Yeah.” Your voice was shakier than you thought it would be.

“What are ya? Junior, senior? You look young… but definitely not a little girl.” His eyes raked tactically over your body. Your legs were shaped out well in your cuffed denim jeans and your white and pink striped boat neck long sleeve shirt was far from revealing but Preston was well aware of the way the stripes curved out of place over your breasts.

“Senior. I’ll be graduating this June.” Now your voice was solid and low, just teetering on threatening.

The preacher smiled, “Ah, ain’t that exciting. Such a smart pretty little thing going out into the real world. It’s good to see a nice Christian girl going out there but y’know, the real world is real bad. Believe you me. You gotta be real careful out there. Temptation and sin ‘round every corner. The devil hides himself, y’know? Wraps up all his evil and disguises it as everythin’ you ever wanted.”

“A wolf in sheep’s clothing.” You stated quietly but firmly, looking up to lock eyes with him. Arvin was right. Something was certainly off about this man and you were becoming more and more uncomfortable by the second.

Preston smiled proudly, “That’s right. Now, you gotta make sure you ain’t fallin’ into any o’ his traps.”

Your jaw clenched and your eyes darted around the room before landing in your lap, “I’d like to think I got a good ‘nough head on my shoulders to see Satan working in disguise.”

He tsked, “That’s a good start but you can’t go relyin’ on your own knowledge of the world. You need to let God tell you what’s right ‘n wrong. Trust in Him.” His hand on your shoulder shook you slightly for emphasis while his other pointed upwards towards Heaven.

There was a brief moment of silence in which you could have heard a pin drop before he spoke again, “How is your walk with God?”

You looked over at him with narrowed eyes, “It’s alright. Could be better but everyone’s could, I s’pose.”

“I agree,” Preston’s leg started bouncing and he looked towards the front of the church, where he typically stood preaching, “E’ryone could walk a little closer. Myself included.” He gestured to the front of the church, “Why don’t we pray? C’mon over here.”

He stood up and walked up to the head of the room, just below the cross. Cautiously, you followed him. “I like to think as a man of God, I can do some of His work. Or rather put the good word out there and try to save as many souls as possible. Why don’t you get on your knees? Lemme pray for ya.”

A shiver ran through your spine as you knelt down on shaky knees, eyes going up to the large black cross that hung on the wall. Please, Lord, get me out of this. You prayed silently.

Preston stood behind you, his hands coming to your shoulders as he began, “Lord, today we pray for Y/N and her excursions into the world as a young woman. Help her see through the devil’s delusions and guide her through this world. Lord, I pray that you see Y/N in everything that she is as she dedicates her whole self to you. Give her strength, amen.”

“Amen.” When your eyes slid open, your whole body was shaking.

“So you say you got some good judgement?” Preston asked as you stood up, “Say you walk in the light?”

“I try to but we all have our slip ups.” You answered humbly and honestly, avoiding his eye contact.

Preston hummed, “I seen you with that Russell boy. Y’all going steady?” Silently, you nodded in response. “There’s a lot of temptation in relationships like that.”

It was clear what he was insinuating and it actually made you mad. What right did he have to be poking around in your romantic and sexual life? “Has he ever touched you?”

The bluntness of his question hit you like a rock, “With all do respect, Reverend, that ain’t really none of your business.”

He put his hands up in surrender, “I don’t mean to pry. I’m just concerned ‘bout that boy dragging you down into temptation. Sullying your position with the good Lord, ‘n all.”

“Arvin is a perfectly respectful man. He ain’t draggin’ nothin’ or nobody down.” Your voice was getting more aggressive.

“So he hasn’t touched you? He hasn’t seen you…”

Your eyebrows furrowed, “Like I said, that ain’t none of your business. Thank you for your concern for my soul but what Arvin and I do is between us and the Lord. I don’t need no middle man reverend to redeem me.”

He shrugged, “But you know, one of the best ways to get right with the Lord is to surrender yourself. Fully.” He took a few steps towards you and your breathing hitched. There was a sexual tension in the air that made your skin crawl.

“I’ve already given my life to the Lord.”

You weren’t giving in quite as easily as Preston had expected. Those other girls, Lenora and Jeanette Reaster, had been easily manipulated into giving Preston what he wanted. Just tell them they were unclean and needed to get right with the Lord and right into his trap they fell but you… you were different. Smart in the worldy kind of way. You were the first girl to give him a hard time but Preston would be lying if he said he didn’t like the chase.

You were staring daggers at him, your jaw clenched, and your body standing tall and strong. It was almost as if you were trying to prove a point. You could have run, could have darted out screaming about what had happened, but you didn’t. There was no proof and Preston knew it. This was how he got away with it all. No proof, all words and small touches that were just innocent enough to be misread. It wasn’t until he got them in the backseat of his car or in the office in the back of the church that he actually touched them but by then, it was consensual. Sure, for Lenora and Jeanette there was the issue that they were minors but that was the fun of these little towns like Coal Creek, The girl always took the fall. It was always her fault. Preston could get off scotch free and he knew it. He loved it.

Almost like something out of a movie, he reached down and gently settled one hand on your hip and the other on your cheek, pressing his lips against yours without giving you a chance to object. You yelled indignantly against lips but when he pulled away, the hand on your cheek moved to cover your mouth. Preston leaned in close to your ear and whispered, “I am an extension of the Lord’s work. Surrender yourself to me fully to surrender yourself to Him.”

Arvin watched as you walked into the church with a distrusting pang in his gut. There was just something about that reverend that didn’t sit right. It killed him to watch you leave, knowing that you were alone in there with him.

But he also knew you were a big girl. The logical part of his brain kept screaming at him that he was being irrational. The reverend was probably an okay enough guy. He’d never be number one or even number twenty on Arvin’s list of favorite people but that didn’t necessarily mean that the preacher would kill your something. Besides, Arvin really did need to run to the market. Lenora had requested some pecans for a pie she wanted to bake and his grandma needed more milk. It would be a quick trip as town was just a short drive down the street.

Reluctantly, Arvin backed out the driveway and sped off down the street.

The entire time that Arvin was at the market, there was an unsettling tingle all around his body. It got harder to ignore as more time passed. The longer he left you with Teagarden, the worse he felt.

“Just these.” Arvin threw a bag of pecans and a gallon of milk on the counter and paid for it quickly, rushing back to his car. He wouldn’t be having these feelings for no reason. Best case scenario, you were absolutely fine and Arvin was just being paranoid. Worst case scenario… Arvin couldn’t think about it because every time he thought of one, another worse one popped into his brain.

It had only been about twenty minutes since Arvin left you alone with the preacher. Honestly, he wasn’t sure how long planning a fundraiser would take. Church activities had never been his thing but he supported you as long as it made you happy.

He sat in the car in the church parking lot, lighting up a cigarette to calm his nerves. Arvin’s leg bounced anxiously as he watched yet another late autumn storm roll in. The clouds cast a dark gloominess, turning the minimal light left from the mostly set sun a shade of grey.. There Arvin sat for another five minutes, awaiting your exit from the building but it never came.

Fuck it. Arvin twisted his hat on straight and threw the door open, nearly stomping out. He couldn’t put his finger on it but something was wrong. He could feel it.

Sure enough, when he threw the door open, he was horrified. Preston Teagarden had you locked in a tight embrace, his hands running over your breasts. The two of you were standing in the middle of the aisle, right in the center of church. You had a furious look on your face, “I swear to God you touch me like that again and I’ll cut your damn dick off!” You gripped desperately at his hand that was groping you, trying to pry it away but to no avail.

The sound of the door swinging open was enough to draw both yours and Teagarden’s attention. “Get your fuckin’ hands off her!” Arvin wasted no time running into the conflict. Teagarden dropped you and your knees buckled from the unexpected action, landing you on the ground.

He put his hands up in surrender, “Hey, now, let’s talk about this like real men.”

Arvin threw one solid swing to his chin, sending his head flying sideways, “You ain’t no real man. Real men don’t gotta go around gropin’ girls to get off, you sick fuck!” Another punch landed on his opposite cheek and it sent Teagarden to the ground.

You scurried away from him and stood up just ahead of Arvin. Preston cowered, hiding his face, “Please, please, have mercy.” His pleading eyes went from Arvin to you and he lingered on your gaze, knowing that he had a better chance with the mercy approach with you.

He found none. Even with his blood smeared face, his teeth stained crimson, and the way his body shook, you just scowled down at him, “I’m gonna tell e’ryone in this town what a disgustin’ man you are. You think you can get away with this, you’re dead wrong.” You sent a swift kick straight to his stomach, making him curl into the fetal position with a loud groan of pain.

But then he laughed. He actually laughed.

“What’s so damn funny?” You and Arvin both spat in unison, blood boiling.

Preston laid his head back and closed his eyes, an almost serene look of confidence contrasting the blood that covered him and the swelling of his lip, “Ain’t nothin’ gonna happen to me. You came to visit the church after hours under the guise of helping me with a fundraiser. But then you used your womanly charms to try and seduce me, a married man of God.”

“That ain’t what happened!” Arvin yelled angrily, fists clenched by his side.

When the words left the preacher’s mouth though, your heart dropped. You knew the truth, Arvin knew the truth, the reverend knew the truth. But none of that mattered if the Reverend told everyone his concocted story because he was a man of God. Why would he lie?

A sadistic smile spread across his face, “It is if I say it is. Ain’t nobody gonna believe two teenagers over a preacher.”

“He’s right.” Your voice faltered as you spoke, nearly coming out as a shattered whisper. When Arvin looked over at you, your face had paled and you looked utterly broken.

It wasn’t so much that the assault itself was enough to break you, though, of course, it had definitely left you with the lingering ghosts of his filthy hands on your body. It was the fact that you knew he’d get away with it, that no matter what you or Arvin said, the town would believe Teagarden.

Arvin swallowed hard, trying to see through the blinding rage. As a boy, he never truly understood the bias that women faced when they were victims of sexual assault- how it was perceived as their faults in towns like this. It had never happened to anyone he knew so he never had much reason to think about it. Now, you were forced to live with knowing that you assailant was going to keep his position as a fucking preacher in town and that you couldn’t do anything about it.

Arvin wouldn’t let it stand.

He stomped forward yet again and knelt over Teagarden, sending blow after blow into his face. Bone crunched bone with a disgusting crack with every hit and you flinched every time.

Your eyes were wide with terror. Arvin’s violent past with Gene Dinwoodie and his boys was not unknown to you. You were the first person he’d gone to after the attack, in fact, and you’d actually supported him for the most part, only wishing that maybe he didn’t send them all to the hospital and only roughed them up a bit. Actually watching him beat someone to the brink of death though was something else entirely.

“Stop!” The word left your mouth before you even knew you’d thought it.

Arvin stopped and looked over his shoulder at you in surprise. He was doing this for you after all.

“Don’t kill ‘im. Please.” You begged, your voice heavy.

“What?” Arvin wasn’t actually sure what he’d intended on doing to the preacher. Sure, he wanted to kill him. That horrified, angry look in your eye as he touched you made a fire burn in him so bright, he didn’t know if it could be put out. But Arvin had never wanted to be a killer. He only wanted to prove a point and make sure that the message stuck. Now that he thought about it, though, he would have to finish the job or the preacher would tell him he’d attacked him.

Your eyes were almost brimming with tears, though none fell. This whole evening had been too much. First the assault and now watching the love of your life throw his good conscience away for you. You wanted the preacher to pay as much as he did but this just didn’t feel right.

“P-please… I don’t want you takin’ the fall for none o’ this. He don’t deserve to die but I think a good beatin’ will give him some time to reevaluate ‘imself.” You’d walked towards Arvin and placed a warm hand on his shoulder.

Arvin couldn’t fathom why you’d be protecting this monster. The question was clear all over his face. Why?

“I’m not asking you to stop for him. I’m asking you to stop for you. I don’t want you to have blood on your hands for me. Not for this.” His heart broke seeing you look the way you did, your eyes shining with tears, and your hand a little shaky. The last thing he wanted was to hurt you more.

Arvin grabbed the preacher off the ground by the collar and pulled him up almost a foot, leaning down to get in his disfigured face, “If I ever hear that you went near Y/N or any other girl again, I will find you and kill you. If you so much as look at her again, I will kill you. And if you tell anyone what happened here tonight, I will fucking kill you. You understand? Consider it that mercy you kept beggin’ for.”

He dropped the preacher gracelessly with a thud and wrapped an arm comfortingly around you. For a moment, he was scared that you’d flinch away. You’d never seen him when he let his anger get the best of him and he preferred to keep it that way. He didn’t want you to think that he was a violent man because he really wasn’t. Arvin just cared for a special few so much that he’d do anything for them. He’d never hurt someone he loved though and needed you to know that.

Thankfully, you leaned into his touch, resting your head on his shoulder as he walked you back to his car, leaving the preacher an unconscious mess in the middle of the church. When you exited the building, night had fallen upon Coal Creek, casting a fitting darkness over the town.

“Thank you.” You said simply and quietly, looking over at Arvin sincerely on the drive home.

“For what?”

“For everything. Just bein’ who you are.” You paused with a heavy sigh, “But promise me something?”

Arvin looked over at you, taking his eyes off the road for just a second to show you he was listening.

“Promise me you won’t go gettin’ yourself in trouble for me.”

He shook his head, “He deserved-”

“I know what he deserved,” You interrupted, “And I am so grateful that you stepped in to help. But I don’t want you gettin’ yourself thrown in jail or killed for me.”

There was short silence before Arvin looked over with the most sincere look you think he’d ever given you, “I can’t promise that. ‘M sorry, Y/N, but if I ever see you in danger, I’m gonna do what I need to do.”

It wasn’t the response you’d been hoping for but this boy had the ability to make you feel more loved than anyone else you knew. You only wished he understood that you only wanted what was best for him, just like he did for you. “I love you, Arvin.” You admitted, sliding across the seat to lay your head against his shoulder while he drove.

“I love you too.”

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oh all of this silence and patience (oh im pining in anticipation)

listen it’s still august in some timezones so this totally counts as posting something in august okay? okay! i hope people like this, it took me far too long to finish, but also special shoutout to the wonderful @ourstarscollided who really helped me with the whole first section of this fic, without her i truly would still be working on it, so thank you eunice, you’re the best!💜 okay enjoy!

the first firefighter!luke fic for anyone who wants to read that first, though it can be read alone: ao3 / tumblr

also on ao3!

lil disclaimer: i’m still not a firefighter and i also know that they dont use fire poles anymore but lets just ✨pretend✨ for the visual okay. this takes place between part 4 and 5 in the original fic!

trigger warnings! lots of swearing, implied sexual content.

RATED T –– there’s no graphic scenes but there’s a lot of kissing and fading to black, so rating might change if anyone needs me to 😬

Word count: 6,072

“Look who it is!”

Julie feels a grin pull up on the corners of her mouth as she spots Luke’s station captain coming around the end of one of the fire trucks Julie is walking between, sending her a wave of the clipboard she’s holding. “You’re here early.”

“Yeah, class ended early and I thought I'd pop over to see if I could get some extra time with Luke,” Julie shrugs, holding up the pale grey burlap bag that Alex had packed their food into.

And there’s a sympathetic look that crosses over Harrison’s face, because she knows that the younger woman knows she’s in charge of Luke’s shifts and the reason why Julie comes over every Tuesday to have lunch with her boyfriend.

Because that’s why she was here. To have lunch with him like she did every Tuesday between her classes and when the fires of LA would allow. Sometimes Alex would text her to stop by to pick up a packed lunch for them, sometimes she made something herself, sometimes they just ordered in. The food wasn’t really the point, it was just getting to spend some time together. Julie had never really thought about it before, but there was always something, someone, somewhere, trapped or hurt or on fire. Luke was a very busy person, and it meant sometimes their lunches got interrupted by blaring alarms and him pressing a quick kiss to her lips before rushing off.

Tuesdays were apparently very busy days for a firefighter.

“What’s the master chef prepared for you this week then?” Harrison asks, crossing her arms and clipboard across her chest and lifting one brow, “Y’know Alex used to cook for us, he’d send Luke in every Saturday he was on shift with all sorts of goodies.”

Julie bites her lip to try not to laugh at the exaggerated sigh that leaves the older woman's lips as she shakes her head sadly. There was something about Vivian Harrison that just— put people at ease. The first time Julie had officially met her there had been a warm hug and teasing remarks and there was just something that had viscerally reminding Julie of her aunt Victoria that it was kind of impossible not to like the station captain after that.

“He was pretty busy so it’s just some sandwiches,” she wrinkles her nose a little before smiling, “I’ll tell him how much you’re missing his cooking though, I’m sure the blame will fall completely on Luke.”

Harrison laughs, and tilts her head slightly as she shrugs, “That boy of yours is just very easy to blame.”

She feels a sudden flush to her cheeks at ‘that boy of yours’ that she hopes can be played off by how warm it always is in the station. She can see Harrison’s lips twitching, like she’s about to say something teasing, but Julie is saved from it by two people walking past them and a change of mind.

“Morales, can you tell Patterson his lunch is here.”

“Sure thing Cap,” one of the guys says, shooting her a wide smile that Julie feels compelled to return quickly before he’s rushing off, past the fire engines and up some stairs. And Julie’s about to ask Harrison if they’ve been busy today and if she’d found time to visit the farmers market they’d talked about last time, but another voice interrupts, and Julie hadn’t even realised the other guy hadn’t followed his friend.

“So you’re Patterson’s girl, right?” The blonde asks, eyes scanning her up and down in a way that makes her want to hide behind someone. There’s something vaguely familiar about him, probably because she’s seen him in passing for the last couple of months but never talked to him. Which wouldn’t have been weird if most of the other people in the station hadn’t introduced themselves the first time Luke had invited her to one of their station parties, and made an effort to talk to her whenever she'd stopped by since.

“Yeah, I’m Julie,” she smiles politely, trying to put emphasis on her name. She doesn't mind being known as Luke's girl by people at the station who have actually made an effort to get to know her.

“Right, right, nice to meet you Julie. I’m Nick, I’m sure Luke’s mentioned me,” he grins, teeth showing and shoulders pulling back like he’s expecting her to — what? Clap? A small furrow works its way between her brows as Nick starts up a conversation without even waiting for her response and she suddenly understands what Luke means about him. Because he has mentioned the condescending, stereotypical blonde frat boy before, and never in a good way. It was mostly followed by some very creative swear words and a mumbled ‘he’s going to get either himself or one of us really hurt one day’.

She tries to follow along with the conversation, nodding politely and laughing whenever Harrison forces one out, but Nick only seems interested in talking about himself, and normally she can feign interest, but right now all she wants is to talk to one person in particular.

There’s the sound of too many voices heading in their direction and Julie turns around, eyes searching for one person, but all she’s met with is a collection of firefighters she vaguely knows and tries not to let her disappointment show too clearly on her face.

“Wow Molina, don’t look so excited to see us!” An elbow nudges her side and Julie glances up to see Carrie Wilson has appeared in the place that Nick had just stood, eyebrows raised and a blinding smile as the other blonde frowns from behind her, still trying to carry on his conversation.

“No! I am glad to see you all it’s just—” Julie starts, eyes a little wide as she looks at the other girl because Carrie had only ever been nice to her, but Luke had a lot of stories about the blonde being ruthless and rude to people she was mildly inconvenienced by.

(One of Luke’s favourite stories was about Carrie loudly telling some girl that Nick was flirting with how he had used the same lines on her two months before. Luke told it every chance he could get, sparing no details on the look of horror that has taken over Nick’s face.)

“You’re here for Patterson,” Carrie cuts her off with a wink, elbow nudging her lightly again, “Don’t worry, we all know. He should be down soon.” There’s something about how she says it that raises more questions than answers for Julie, furrow between her brows and mouth opening to comment when Carrie just nods her head behind her, and Julie turns around to spot Luke.

It’s impossible, Julie knows it’s impossible, but she could swear time slows down. Like she’s in some rom-com movie where the main character sees their love interest for the first time.

Only she’s not in a film, she’s stood next to a fire engine and trying to care about what the people around her are talking about and it’s far from the first time she’s seen the love interest. But the world still feels like it’s in slow motion all the same as she looks up as Luke calls her name from the second floor, grinning at her from over the banister and holding up one hand in that universal signal for ‘wait’.

And Julie waits, not that she could really do anything else with the firehouse blurring at the edges and Nick's voice fading into the background. Focus entirely on Luke.

She’s never seen someone slide down the pole before, didn’t even know that they still used them in firehouses, but Julie’s pretty sure it shouldn’t be as hot as it is. Though, she supposes, it could just be Luke. His hand wraps around the metal and Julie swallows as her eyes are drawn to his arms, to where his top pulls tight and his forearms are on show. If this was a film, there’d be some stereotypical song about sex playing in the background right about now. All her slightly hazy brain can supply is the chorus to Lady Marmalade on repeat. His legs wrapped around the pole, ankles crossed and thighs pressed together, comes into view as he slides down the metal, all cool and in control, and Julie's throat goes dry.

She knows how much strength it takes to slide down a pole. Her and Flynn had taken a few pole dancing classes a few years ago in an attempt to add some sort of exercise into their day. Julie can still remember how much her arms ached and the bruises that littered the insides of her thighs after even the simplest of moves.

It was hard, and Luke was making it look so easy.

His feet hit the ground, and even though she’s too far away to actually hear it, she’s pretty sure they must make some sort of thudding sound. Because that’s what happens, right? You slide down the pole and your feet hit the floor with a thud that shows you’re ready for action. Only Luke isn’t going off to put on his uniform and fight a fire or save a life.

He’s walking towards her, suspenders swaying and smile widening and eyes never leaving her face.

And look, she knows that she’s seen Luke fully naked, fresh out of a shower or panting on his back. But seeing him slide down that fucking pole in his white t-shirt, suspenders by his knees and hair a mess? Hottest thing she has ever seen. And he knows it if the way his teeth sink into his bottom lip as he gets closer is anything to go by.

“How long did it take you to practice all that, Patterson?” Carrie asks, and Julie can hear the teasing tone in her voice and would normally enjoy seeing Luke stammer and blush, but right now she’s the one feeling too warm and is pretty sure if she started speaking right now all that would come out would be a high pitched noise.

“About the same amount of time it takes you to do your hair,” is his easy reply and Julie watches as Carrie rolls her eyes, hair flipping over her shoulder, and because he’s momentarily not looking at her, Julie tries to pull her thoughts together. To get a hold of herself. This is not the first time she has seen him in his uniform, she has seen in him in far less, and she will not turn into a blushing mess right now!

“Alright you lot, back to work!” Harrison interrupts before anyone can say anything else, and everyone starts walking away, some nudging Luke as they go, some giving her a wave, and she thinks she must smile back, at least she hopes she does. Her brain is still very much focused on Luke and how his thighs probably looked coming down that pole without the heavy duty trousers. “You tell Alex I’m still a fan of the flapjack he makes,” Harrison says as she walks past, dropping an eye into a wink and giving Luke a look she doesn’t understand.

A tense smile pulls at Julie’s lips that she hopes comes across as genuine and not just her unable to speak because of her incredibly hot and infuriatingly knows it boyfriend.

“You alright, Jules? Looking a little flushed, need me to get one of the EMT’s?” Luke asks, all innocence and anything but subtle as he rocks back and forth on the balls of his feet, teeth still chewing on his damn lip.

“Just—” she clears her throat, trying to glare up at him, but already knowing it’s ruined by the heat in her cheeks and how she can’t stop staring at his arms. God, she hasn’t been this distracted by his arms since their first date. Blowing out a breath, Julie drags her eyes away from where his arms are crossed across his chest — which, she’s like, 80% sure he’s doing on purpose right now, the little shit — and up to his face just as he raises an eyebrow at her.

“It’s just a little warm,” she finally manages to get out, raising her hand that’s clutching the reusable grocery bag too tight, “Alex sent me with lunch.”

Luke’s eyes light up at the mention of Alex and food, hands dropping from his chest to eagerly reach for the bag and Julie can’t help but giggle at how quickly he can switch from cocky to cute.

“Swee-et! Alex is best,” he grins down at her, drawing out the first syllable of the word and bobbing his head at her. “You wanna eat outside?”

Julie doesn’t respond, just nods her head and links her fingers through his empty hand, letting Luke lead her out of the fire station and to the little grassy area outside. There’s already a blanket on the ground, two bottles of water and a warmth spreads through her for a different reason as Luke pulls her down to the ground and spreads out the food Alex has given them.

They get an hour.

An hour to eat lunch and curl up together to talk and giggle and try to keep their hands visible at all times. It’s both her favourite and the most tortuous hour of her week so far. And Luke’s just leaning in to whisper something in her ear, his breath against her cheek sending shivers down her spine when the alarm starts blaring from inside and his head drops to her shoulder with a sigh that mingles with her own groan.

“I gotta go,” he mutters into the fabric of her t-shirt, and she can imagine how his lips would feel brushing against her skin if they were somewhere else right now.

“I know,” she sighs and carefully moves her shoulder so he has to lift his head up, eyes apologetic as they meet hers. “Be careful?”

“Always am,” Luke smiles gently at her and then he’s getting up and leaving her on the blanket and feeling the loss. Julie watches him go, knees pulled up to her chest and blowing him a kiss when he turns around to wave one last time like he always does when the alarm inevitably ends their lunch date early.

Which normally Julie was fine with.

He was at work. He had a job. He had an important job.

Running out in the middle of lunch was fine. And it would have been fine today, if he hadn’t slid down that damn pole and filled her head with all sorts of ideas and left her fidgeting in her seat. It doesn’t help that Luke clearly knows, if the way he presses a kiss to her forehead and mutters a sorry, eyes a little wide and promises to see her later.

Which is all well and good, but Julie can’t help but feel like he did it on purpose and wonders if there’s a way for her to make him feel just as flustered as she had an hour earlier.

It takes her a while to form a plan of revenge, and then it takes a while longer for her to gather all the things she needs. And okay, maybe at some point she forgets why she’s doing all this, and then Luke mentions the pole at the station and how it makes his muscles ache sometimes as he says he’s going for a shower and Julie remembers the sight of him coming down and redoubles her planning.

The hard part comes when she has to pick a day. Because she can’t lure him to her house, not while her dad is working odd hours and her brother is home and Victoria still has a tendency to show up unannounced. Which leaves finding a time when his apartment is empty.

Not an easy feat when Reggie works from home part time, and can’t actually be trusted to stick to his word when he says he’ll be out and Alex has a weekend routine he’s hard pressed to change and likes to get home from work and relax. Plus she has to check when Luke isn’t working on a weekend, which turns out to be the easiest part, because it turns out Harrison really likes her and was happy to schedule Luke a weekend off when she asked.

Sure, she could have enacted her plan while one or both of them were home too but, well Julie knows the boys are all very close, and she knows that they’ve accepted her into the closeness with welcome arms. But she’s not sure she wants to have sex while they’re eating leftover lasagna down the hall. Feels a little too close for her liking. Plus, she has a plan that might end up involving their bath and she’s not sure they’d want to be there for that.

So Julie bides her time. Changes her mind on what clothes she wants and practices different poses on her bed at night and drops little hints about a weekend alone together.

Alex makes plans first, announces that he’s going with Willie to an out of state kids skateboarding competition to help cheer on Willie’s little proteges. He makes a big deal out telling them all the dates and how they had plans to go to some couples spa on their way back and how his restaurant would be ‘more than happy to supply any meals for two that you two might want’.

It had gone over Luke’s head, just nodding and asking about the competition. But Julie had gotten the hint.

And then a few days later Reggie said he had ‘big plans’ with her dad and brother of all people. He’d said it one afternoon when she’d stopped by to see Luke before his week of night shifts, how they were going to go camping so her dad could take some photos for a project and Reggie could teach Carlos to fish, and then he’d dropped his eye in a dramatic wink when she’d asked if that was the same weekend Alex was also away.

(Julie knew that she probably should have found it a little weird how often Reggie seemed to talk and hang out with her family, but the first time she’d gotten home to find him sitting at the dining room table, helping her dad edit photos and offering to order pizza, had felt strangely right.

Like he had always been a part of their family.

Luke had asked her once, a few weeks after they first started dating if it was okay. If she didn’t mind that Reggie had seemed to attach himself to her family. He never explicitly said anything, but she’d known him long enough by then to see the hints, the secrets she wasn’t aware of yet. Of lonely childhoods and something lacking. The hints that he’d found that with her family. And even if she hadn’t been fine with it already, she wasn’t about to stop Reggie. The Molina’s had never been shy about taking in lost souls.)

So apparently she hadn’t been quite as subtle as she thought she’d been with her hints. Both boys clearly conspiring to get her a weekend alone with their best friend. Julie’s just glad that Luke clearly hasn’t noticed. Or if he hadn’t, hadn’t teased her about it.

And that their apartment is empty when she uses her key to let herself in on Friday evening, Hotdog already waiting by the shoes for Luke, head tilted as she looks up mewling softly in disappointment.

“Sorry sweetie, he’ll be home soon though,” Julie mummers, bending down to scratch behind the cat's ears before stepping out of her shoes, which Hotdog happily moves to sit on top of instead. “Be sure to make a big fuss when he gets in so I know, alright?”

Hotdog doesn’t respond, just fixes her eyes back on the front door to wait for Luke, and Julie moves further into the apartment, laughing quietly at the plate of brownies Alex or Willie have clearly left out for them on the counter, blushing slight as she reads the short message scrawled on a post-it note,

‘Don’t mess up my kitchen ;)’

She tries not to let herself think too hard or long about how clearly they all knew about her grand plans for the night. And the next day, and hopefully the whole weekend if things went according to plan.

Picking up the plate on her way through the kitchen, Julie shrugs out of her coat to leave on the back of one of the kitchen stools, because if Luke missed her shoes in the hall, he won't miss this, and she’s really hoping he’ll get the hint to head towards his bedroom. By the time she’s made it to Luke’s room she’s lifted the cellophane off the plate and taken a bite from one of the brownies. Definitely Willie who’d baked them, he was always doubling up the chocolate content. Where Alex was experimental in the kitchen, Willie was a traditionalist who believed chocolate was the best way to set a mood. Julie couldn’t really fault his logic as she moves into Luke’s room.

His room looks the same as it had the first time she’d seen it. Only now there’s a bottle of her perfume on his dresser, and some of her clothes on his ‘laundry’ chair, and polaroids of the two of them stuck in the corners of the photo frames of him and the boys. And Julie knows if she thinks about it, that her room at her dad's house is also littered with pieces of him as well, and she knows it’s only been a few months, but it feels like years. Like her life had been full of all these little gaps she’d never noticed until they were filled with Luke.

Putting the plate down, she starts moving around his room. Pulling out the firefighting coat he’d brought home a few weeks ago because he’d found a rip in the shoulder, rooting through his wardrobe for the plain blue cut off she’d seen the last time she was over and laying them out on his bed. Tilting her head, Julie mentally puts together her outfit one more time. Shorts, suspenders, Luke’s cut-off, coat, maybe the shoes? She bites her lip and decides to come back to it, to see how everything looks on.

It’s strange, Julie thinks as she clips one side of her suspenders to her shorts, how nervous she is about this. It’s not like this is the first time they’ll have slept together, but it is the first time she’s done anything like this. Dressed up in something other than a pretty dress for dinner that he’d taken great care of taking off her.

What if he didn’t like it? What if he thought it was weird? What if he got home and was too tired to do anything? He’d been at work all day, after a long week of working, maybe she should change her plans and do it tomorrow night? What if—

She cuts her own thoughts off with a groan, sitting down on the end of Luke’s bed to take a breath and fiddle with knee high sheer socks dotted with little stars that she’d ordered online. Logically, Julie knows that Luke will like this, that he’ll look at her with those eyes of his that can’t hide a single emotion and smile at her slowly and call her beautiful.

Because he’d been complimenting her since their first date, and every day since. Little things and big changes and all the between. He really did seem to like her just as much dressed up and with make-up on as he did when she’d just woken up on a morning with her hair a mess and pillow creases still on her cheeks.

And that in itself was scary.

Because he liked her for her and didn’t need her to change. She’d never really dated anyone before who didn’t want her to be less invested in music or spend less time with her family or who didn’t like Flynn or even one guy who thought she should try a different scent of shampoo. They’d all been relationships littered with red flags, big and small.

But not even Flynn could find a real warning sign about Luke. Maybe he was a little co-dependant on his friends, but neither of them could say anything because they were a little co-dependant too. And maybe he could be a little over enthusiastic, but he also knew when to give her space. He had a stable job and good friends and was cute and lived in a nice area and he had a cat.

And, once upon a time, he had had a similar dream to her.

One of the things Flynn had managed to dig up on him during her ‘background’ check was an old low quality video on youtube of three boys in a garage playing instruments that looked too big for them but taking the whole thing seriously. Voices cracking on the cover of Summer of ‘69 they were playing, but Julie had seen the way they grinned at each other, at the way a younger Luke had bounced around the small space and Reggie had rocked on his feet and Alex had thrown a drumstick in the air and caught it again. They were kids, but they were talented and it's at that moment that Julie realises Luke was right. They could have made it.

She wonders what would have happened if fate hadn’t intervened in the form of a fire. She’s pretty sure Luke has wondered the same thing too. He doesn’t talk about it much and Julie’s never sure how much to push because he seems happy in his life and choices. And plus, if it hadn’t been for a fire in a record store, there’s a chance they wouldn’t have met.

Julie frowns a little at that thought as she rolls on her second sock over her knee and stands up, straightening out her shorts and twisting the side of Luke’s cut off up and tying it into a knot. She’s never been the biggest believer in fate since her mom died but she thinks there’s something a little like fate that’s pulled them together. And she thinks they’d have met with a fire or without a fire, with music or without.

She wrinkles her nose at herself in the mirror at that thought, rolling her eyes at how cheesy it sounds even to herself. Fate and destiny, who did she think she was? They were just two people lucky enough to find each other.

An alarm goes off on her phone to tell her she’s got half an hour before Luke is due home and this is her last chance if she wants to change her mind.

Tilting her head a slightly to the side, Julie takes in her high waisted shorts, red suspenders dangling by her thighs, the way her t-shirt cinches at her waist and reveals just a strip of skin above her shorts where she knows Luke likes to rest his hands when he pulls her close. She’d taken extra care with her curls and all she had to do was apply some lipstick and touch up her eyeliner and she’d be ready.

It’s Flynn’s voice in the back of her head as she tucks curls behind her ears to lean a little closer to her reflection and, as she pulls back, smacking her lips once before letting them rest in a pout, she can’t help but reiterate it, “I do look hot.”

The front door shuts and Julie can hear Hotdog meowing and Luke’s muffled voice down the corridor as she’s pulling his coat over her shoulders. It’s far too big for her, hanging below her knees and she has to roll the sleeves up three times to free her hands, but the collar smells like smoke and metal and Luke and his last name is written across the right hand side and his station across her back.

That was the part that Flynn had said would really get him — his name on her. Luke wasn’t exactly possessive, but she and Flynn had agreed there was just something about it that was A Lot, in a good way. (Unlike buying a pole and installing it in Luke’s room for a weekend, that was A Lot, in a bad way. Her plan had gone through many different phases before settling on this one. Luckily, it was also the cheapest.)

“Jules?” Luke calls and Julie bites her lip as she carefully climbs on to his bed, and kneels in the middle before changing her mind and crawling off the other side to stand next to it instead.

“I’m in here,” she calls back and she hears something dropping to the floor, probably his bag she guesses, and then his footsteps sounding down the hall.

Julie’s glad she opted for the shoes, just simple black heels, but they give her an extra lift and something more for Luke to look at as he opens his bedroom door. She has one knee slightly bent and resting on her toes, coat sleeves hiding the way her hands are balled up at her sides and one shoulder raised a little higher than the other as she tilts her head at him, biting her lip.

He freezes in the doorway, mouth partly open like he’d been about to say something only to get lost somewhere between his brain and vocal chords as his eyes seem to lock on to the coat she’s wearing before traveling down to her bare legs and Julie watches him swallow, adam's apple bobbing. Just as his eyes get back up to her face she moves one hand to tuck her coat behind her hip and hook her thumb under her suspenders in a way she’s seen him do countless times.

And it gets the reaction she wants, his eyes zeroing in on her hand and tracing up the line of red that covers her chest. Luke’s tongue darts out to swipe across his bottom lip as he blinks and finally drags his eyes back up to her face, pupils blown wide and she watches as he lets out a heavy breath.

“Hi,” she breathes out, and almost immediately regrets it. She's trying for sexy but thinks it just comes across as gasping. Which she hopes she’ll be eventually at some point tonight, but would at least like to be touched a little first.

“You—” Luke starts, and his voice is rough like he’s not used it in hours so he swallows again and Julie’s momentarily distracted by the way his throat moves before his speaking again, “Is that my coat?”

“Maybe,” Julie shrugs, turning slightly so she can pull at the collar of the coat to peer down at the name stitched in the fabric, “Oh look, it does say your name. Would you like me to take it off?” She blinks up at him with a soft smile.

Julie doesn’t know if it’s the smile or her words or just everything about the moment, but Luke lets out a low groan and before she can even blink he’s stood in front of her, hands on her hips and fingers brushing against her strip of visible skin, just like she knew he would. And she’s thankful for the heels all over again when it gives her the little extra height that means Luke doesn’t have to bend down quite so far to brush his lips across her cheek.

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he mutters, lips ghosting along her jaw and Julie has to rest her hands against his chest to steady herself as her legs already feel wobbly. If she didn’t love him, she’d almost hate him for how easily he can affect her.

“Luke,” she whines as he continues to avoid her lips and trails one hand up his chest to wrap around his neck, fingers winding into his hair to tug lightly which only results in making him huff a laugh against the skin below her ear before giving in and pulling back.

“So,” he starts, press a light kiss to her cheek again again, “fucking,” he kisses the corner of her lips, “beautiful.” And he finally presses his lips to hers, soft at first and then she nips lightly at his top lip and he flexes his fingers against her hip, tugging her a closer with her suspenders to deepen the kiss.

Julie walks them backwards until the backs of her knees hit the edge of his bed and Luke takes the lead from there, lowering her down without breaking the kiss. He pulls away just enough to gasp for a breath, and she looks up at him, chest heaving and takes her chance to start her own teasing trail of kisses up his neck and across his jaw.

“Fuck,” he mutters and Julie smiles as she sucks lightly at his neck and sees the red mark her lipstick has left behind. She just hopes it lasts long enough for her full plan.

“This was because of the pole thing a few weeks ago, right?” Luke asks a few hours later as they lie in the middle of his bed, blankets half pushed to the floor and Julie’s spent the last five minutes kicking her legs back and forth to try and dislodge the reminder from covering her legs without having to turn around or sit up. She’s perfectly comfortably lying on her front, licking chocolate off her fingers from one of the brownies that Alex and Willie had been correct in leaving for them.

“Maybe,” she tries to shrug, but it’s awkward in this position and she quickly gives up to just look at him from under her lashes with a smile.

Luke laughs, his fingers trailing up and down her arm and over her shoulder a few times before he sits up slightly and leans over to press a kiss to her shoulder, “If I’d known it would cause such a reaction I would have slid down that pole in front of you months ago.”

“It might have still taken us months to get to this. Your roommates have very annoying schedules,” she shakes her head sadly and she thinks her hair has to be hitting him in the face, but he doesn’t say anything, just carefully gathers it in one hand to drape over her other shoulder, his lips still brushing soft kisses across her skin.

“Yeah. I’d get rid of them if Alex didn’t feed me for free and Reggie didn’t get us so many free tickets to stuff,” he sighs, breath blowing against her skin as his nose nudges over her shoulder blade until his lips follow and his rest his chin on her shoulder, and all she has to do is turn her head a little to find his eyes on her lips. “Though it would be so worth it for weekends like this.”

“Guess we should just make the most of this one first, huh?”

It’s a little awkward, and Luke must be uncomfortable with his torso twisted like it is, but it’s easy to kiss Luke, and to roll over until she can push him back down until his back hits the mattress and she can hover over him instead.

“You sound like you have a plan,” Luke comments, and his hands rest on her hips, fingers tapping against her as he looks up at her with those damn eyes of his. The ones that can’t hide a single thought or emotion. And all she can see is love, and okay yeah, probably a lot of lust.

“There might have been some bullet point list involved,” she shrugs one shoulder, her hair slipping over as she moves and Luke’s fingers flex against her, squeezing one hip as he lets out something that sounds halfway between a laugh and a groan.

“That shouldn’t be this hot,” he shakes his head, but his eyes are still shining and Julie loves him.

So she tells him. And kisses him. And wonders if it’s too soon to suggest they spend all their weekends together forever.

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