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Me & You & Everyone We Know | 12 | S.R

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Chapter Summary - Spencer and Maeve get into a heated argument moments before Daisy’s birthday party in which Spencer is finally forced to face his real feelings over his ex. You overhear more than you bargained for.

A/N - I don’t know if it was ever stated how old the Simmons kids were, if it was I certainly wasn’t paying attention. This was a guess.

Pairing - Single Dad! Spencer Reid / Fem! Reader

Category - hurt/comfort, angst with happy ending, smut minors DNI.

Warnings - swearing, drinking, talk of cheating, arguing, confessed feelings, overheard conversations, tears, drunk Spencer, vomit, mommy JJ to the rescue.

WC - 5.8k

Chapter 12 - Let it Hurt

Seven forty two in the morning,

Eight seconds before it all sinks in.

Put your best face on for the world,

Fake another smile and just pretend.

But you're just puttin' off the pain,

Nothing's ever really gonna change.

Spencer arrived at Rossi’s early and spent the entire morning slaving over decorations and readying the house for the onslaught of teenagers due to descend upon Rossi’s pristine mansion this afternoon. 

He was exhausted before the party even started. 

He hung banners and streamers from almost every inch of the ceiling. He set up a large table that took up most of his yard with food and paper plates. 

Rossi restocked his fridge with soda bottles from the garage and beers and wine for the adults. 

Spencer wrapped a ridiculous amount of presents, the divorced parent guilt making him spend an exuberant amount of money on his eldest daughter. 

JJ arrived a few hours before the party and rewrapped them all as she told him they looked like the dog had done it. 

They had around a half hour to spare once the house was set up. Rossi had retreated to his study to recoup before his house was flooded with teens. 

Spencer and JJ sat in his backyard, JJ indulging in a glass of wine while he had one small scotch just to take the edge off. 

He could see her staring at the side of his face while he sipped from the tumbler and eventually he sighed and turned to look at her.

“What?”

“You’re nervous.” She had that knowing glint in her eye. 

“You becoming a profiler was the worst thing that ever happened to me, do you know that?” His words caused her to laugh. 

“And now you’re deflecting.” She smugly sipped her wine. 

“My ex-wife and her boyfriend are going to be here today. My ex-wife who I haven’t spent more than a few minutes with since she moved out of our home. Of course I’m nervous. I’m kinda glad we decided to do it here actually, I couldn’t imagine her spending that much time in my house. The house she destroyed with her betrayal.” He finished his scotch but it didn’t help the way he’d hoped. 

“Has it ever occurred to you to move?” She cocked an eyebrow at him, regarding him curiously.

“I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately.” He confessed with another sigh. “I thought painting would help. I thought about asking Morgan to help me just gut the place. But changing the facade isn’t going to erase the memories that house holds.” 

“A fresh start would be good for you all. Especially with your blossoming new relationship.” JJ wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, leaning over and nudging his shoulder with her own.

“I don’t know about that.” He shook his head. “I don’t think it’s going to last with Y/N.”

“But she’s coming to the party? She’s going to meet your kids?” 

“Yeah that might have been an error in judgement.” He scratched the back of his neck. “I don’t want it to end, it’s not like I actively want this to fall apart.” 

“So why do you think it's going to?” She frowned at him. 

“I’ve done the family thing. I don’t want to do it again.” He sighed deeply. “I told her I wasn’t sure if I’d ever want anymore kids but that wasn’t true. Jennifer, I don’t want more kids. Not now, not ever. I love Daisy and Lily with all my heart but I don’t want anymore. I don’t want to get married again, I don’t want any of it. I am crazy about her and I would happily spend the rest of my life with her. But marriage and more kids aren’t in my future. But they are in hers.” 

“Shit,” she sipped her wine. “Shit.” 

“Yeah.” He groaned, reaching across and grabbing her glass from her hand. 

She let him take it and watched him down the entire glass in one. 

“You don’t like white wine.” She rolled her eyes. 

“I do not.” He pulled a face as he swallowed. “That was disgusting.” 

“You’ve gotta talk to her, you know? Probably before she meets your daughters.” 

“That’s gonna be kinda hard don’t you think? What am I meant to do just wait by the door for her to arrive and turn her away? God I’ve fucked up, I need another drink.” He pushed himself up and JJ was quick to do the same. 

Before he could pass her towards the kitchen she grabbed his arm. 

“That is not a good idea.” She tugged him back. “You’re about to host a birthday party for your daughter, do you really want to be drunk for that?” 

“Yes?” He pulled a face with a shrug. 

“Trust me when I say you don’t.” She chuckled. “Maybe once the party is over and the kids have gone back to Maeve’s, but not right now.” 

He heaved a large sigh which told her he conceded even if he wasn’t happy about it. 

“Will you get drunk with me after the party?” He asked a little meekly. 

“Sounds like a date.” She smiled at him. “I’m sure we can even get the others on board.” 

“That would be good, I need that.” He nodded just as the doorbell rang. 

He checked his watch and frowned as he still had fifteen minutes until people were supposed to show up. 

“Why are people always early?” He grumbled, heading to the back door but once again JJ stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. 

When he turned back to her she was proffering a packet of mints his way with a small smile.

“You don’t want Maeve or the kids smelling wine on your breath.” She deposited one in his hand.

He nodded his thanks and popped the mint in his mouth as he continued through the back door and towards the front. 

When he opened the door she was smiling at him over a cake which was at least four times the size of his head. 

“You’re early.” He grumbled, stepping aside to let his ex in Rossi’s house. 

“I wanted to see what you’d done before the party kicked off.” Maeve followed him inside. 

“Didn’t trust me to throw my own kid a birthday party?” He huffed as they headed to the kitchen where JJ was fussing over some food in the oven. 

“Can we not do this today?” Maeve sighed as she set the cake on the counter. 

“Do what?” 

“The passive aggressiveness. Can you just take one day off from hating me so we can celebrate our daughter's birthday?” 

Spencer was going to argue, Maeve knew it and JJ knew it too. JJ came around the kitchen island and stood between the two of them. 

“Where is the birthday girl?” JJ intervened before Spencer could say anything. “Spence, take the cake out to the yard.” 

Spencer huffed like a child, JJ half expected him to stamp his foot. But he did as he was told and picked up the cake, retreating back outside. 

“Bobby took the girls for ice cream. They're going to head over in a bit. She actually believes we aren’t doing anything for her on her birthday.” Maeve giggled. JJ did not.

JJ not so secretly harboured a lot of ill will towards Maeve for the pain she’d caused her best friend. She didn’t try to hide it, didn’t try to pretend to like her. 

Even if Spencer wouldn’t admit how much Maeve’s infidelity had hurt him JJ could see right through him. And so she didn’t try to make a habit of hiding her disdain towards the other woman. 

“Ok.” She replied, heading back towards the oven to put another batch of party food inside. 

Maeve looked around uncomfortably, half wishing she’d come with Bobby and the girls and not on her own. Perhaps this whole party had been a terrible idea. 

Nonetheless she found herself gravitating towards the yard where Spencer was straightening place settings that didn’t need straightening just to avoid going back in the house and talking to her. 

He heard her step out onto the deck but refused to look up, instead kept focused on the table.

“The place looks great, Daisy is really going to love it.” She didn’t dare come closer, staying firmly on the decking.

“Glad you approve.” He scoffed. 

“Spencer,” Maeve sighed. “Is it too much to ask for you to be civil for one day?” 

His eyes suddenly snapped up at her, his movements halting. 

“Was it too much to ask my wife not to cheat on me?” He bit back. 

“I don’t know what else I can say for you to see how sorry I am. I tried to fix things, you’re the one who kicked me out. You’re the one who didn’t want to work on things.” 

“What was there to work on?” He raised his voice. “You were fucking another man behind my back for three years, Maeve! You really think we could have come back from that?” 

“I hurt you, I get it. And I am sorry for that, but at some point you have to get over it, Spencer!” 

“You didn’t hurt me.” He rolled his eyes. “You hurt Daisy. You hurt Lily. You didn’t hurt me.” 

The raised voices caught JJ’s attention. She sighed to herself as she set the oven timer, rounded the island once more and headed for the back door ready to break this up before the kids arrived. 

She got halfway across the kitchen when she heard a tentative knock at the front door. She glanced back towards it before looking back at Spencer and Maeve. 

Hopefully they could refrain from murdering each other while she answered the door. 

With any luck it would be Will and the boys and hopefully Henry and Michael could cheer up their uncle Spencer. 

She padded through the house towards the door as another gentle knock sounded. She unlocked it and opened it to see a slightly frightened young woman on the front porch. 

You rolled your lip between your teeth as you took in the stunning blonde opening David Rossi’s front door. 

Oh jeez, is that his ex? He never mentioned her being so pretty, you mentally cringed. 

She smiled a beautiful and heart stopping smile at you as she held the door open. 

“You must be Y/N?” She beamed, stepping aside. “Come in, please. Spence is in the backyard.” 

Your stomach was coiling into knots as you entered the house, feeling sick about this whole situation. Your hands shook at your sides. 

“It’s so nice to meet you, I’ve heard so much about you.” Her bright blue eyes sparkled and you felt utterly intimidated.

“You…you have?” 

“Of course! Spencer can’t stop talking about you.” She laughed. “I’m JJ by the way.” 

You felt the lead weight in your chest loosen, like you could breathe freely again. 

JJ, she’s JJ. His friend from the BAU, not his ex-wife. Thank god.

“JJ! Sorry yes, Spencer has told me about you too. I’m sorry I thought you were his ex and it threw me a little.” You laughed too. “It’s so nice to…”

You trailed off when the sound of a woman yelling filtered through the house from the backyard. You and JJ exchanged a look as the shouting continued. 

“Uh, that’s his ex.” JJ sighed. “Excuse me, I should see what’s going on.” 

You watched JJ flee towards the back of the house and without really meaning to you followed her. Through the large open back doors you could see Spencer and his ex-wife in mid standoff. 

His back was rigid, his face was bright red, the vein in his forehead pushing wildly and he had his hands clenched into fists. 

Maeve didn’t look any more composed than he did, steam practically coming out of her ears. 

“I swear to god, Spencer, you are such a child sometimes!” Maeve yelled, throwing her arms in the air. 

“I’m a child? I’m a child?” He spat. 

You and JJ stayed in the kitchen, JJ not wanting to get in the middle of this but also not wanting things to get any worse. 

“Yes! You act like you’re fine and that my affair meant nothing to you but then you can’t be civil towards me for even a second. If it really meant so little to you then why do you have to behave like this?” 

“Fine,” he snapped like a frayed cord. “You hurt me, is that what you want to hear?”

“I didn’t say that.” Maeve sighed loudly. “I just wish you would-” 

“I would what? You wish I would, what? You hurt me, ok? You really fucking hurt me.” He cut her off, the pain she’d caused evident in his voice to all three of you. 

Your stomach tightened again, not wanting to be privy to this conversation and clearly neither did JJ. 

Maeve looked away from him, somewhere across the garden and her shoulders slumped. 

“I…I’m sorry Spencer.” She lowered her voice. 

“It’s too late for that. I loved what we had, I loved you! And you hurt me more than I ever thought it possible to be hurt. Are you happy now?” He shook his head angrily. “I wanted to pretend that you didn’t cut me up inside with what you did because it was easier to deal with. I act like I only care that you hurt the girls because if I have to dwell on the fact the love of my life was cheating on me for three years I may never make it out of bed in the morning! 

Goddamnit Maeve, you fucking broke me. You broke me, ok? I will never be the same because of what you did to me. So I’m passive aggressive towards you because if I’m not I might just break down every time I have to look at you. You broke me. You broke my heart.” 

As he said that you felt your own heart breaking. In your peripheral vision you saw JJ looking at you but you were staring right at the side of Spencer’s face. 

And when his first tear escaped, so did your own. 

“Y/N, I-” 

“It’s fine. I’m fine.” You cut JJ off. “I should go.” 

You turned on your heels away from the back door the second Spencer glanced away from Maeve. He saw JJ staring at him in disbelief first and then he saw the back of your retreating head. 

“Y/N?” He wiped his eyes. “Y/N!” 

He started after you and you quickened your pace through the house, desperate to get out of here before having him confront you. 

But of course he caught up with you, just before you reached the front door you felt his hand around your wrist. 

When he tugged you back to face him it was impossible to hide the fact you were crying. 

“Y/N I…I didn’t mean for you to hear that.” He rolled his lip between his teeth guiltily.

“But I did hear it.” You sniffed. “I’m never going to be her am I?” 

“It’s not like that.” He shook his head. “My feelings towards her are complicated. This whole thing is complicated.” 

“Let me uncomplicate it then Spencer. I’m taking myself out of this equation. I’m walking away.” You wiped your eyes on the back of your hand. 

“Please don’t do that. Let’s just talk about this, please?”

“There’s nothing to talk about. We want different things and you have very unresolved feelings for your ex. There is nothing left to say, Spencer. We don’t have the same idea of the future and maybe that’s because you can’t see yourself being with anyone but Maeve and I get it, you were together a long time. I just wish you’d been honest with me from the start. I wish I hadn’t had to witness the love of my life telling another woman she was his.” You turned away from him again to the door and threw it open. 

“Y/N, just wait please I can…” he trailed off seeing a gaggle of teenagers skulking up Rossi’s driveway towards the house.

With everything going on he had almost forgotten about the party. 

It allowed you to make a break, weaving between the kids on the driveway and Spencer couldn’t stop you. 

He plastered on a smile and welcomed Daisy’s school friends to Rossi’s home whilst watching you disappear. 

And there was absolutely nothing he could do about it. 

***

He watched Daisy and the beautiful, bright smile on her face from the kitchen window, arms folded across his chest and just trying to drink it all in. 

The teens had the run of Rossi’s backyard, the adults relegated to the house to allow them some freedom. Music blared from a series of smart speakers which Spencer had no idea how they worked. 

But the kids seemed to enjoy it. 

Daisy was sitting on the edge of the pool, a blonde girl sitting by her side as they chatted and the smile that encompassed his daughter's face told him that girl was Meredith aka the most popular girl at Daisy’s school.

He tried to ignore the way his blood froze in his veins due to the fact his fourteen year old little girl was wearing a bathing suit with teenage boys in the vicinity. 

Her cast had been removed a few days ago, just in time for the party. He was glad she’d healed but also kind of wished she’d had it in a little longer and then at least she might not have been able to swim and therefore wouldn’t be in a damn bathing suit. 

It only really occurred to him as he watched her how grown up she had become. In his mind's eye she was still a little girl, the same little girl who loved ponies and came running to her dad when she was hurt. 

Lily still did, still looked at him like he hung the moon. But it wouldn’t be long before she was a teenager too and pushing her dad away. 

He still remembered the day Daisy was born as though it could have only been yesterday and now she was turning fourteen. She’d be going off to college in the blink of an eye, moving out and forging her own life. And surely it wouldn’t be all that long before Lily was doing the same.

He’d been a father for so long now he didn’t know what he would do with himself when they grew up and he became obsolete. Who was Spencer Reid without his girls? 

He continued watching his eldest daughter, partly because he wanted to feel included in her life and partly because he was avoiding Maeve like the plague. 

He felt a presence enter the kitchen and he prayed that it wasn’t his ex. His company sidled up next to him and he glanced at them, breathing a sigh of relief that it wasn’t Maeve. 

“Is it too much to ask to keep them young forever?” Spencer spoke wistfully, looking back at his daughter.

“Tell me about it,” Matt chuckled dryly. “My eldest is twelve now and I just can’t comprehend how that happened.” 

“I swear it was just yesterday I was bringing her home from the hospital.” 

“Yeah I know that feeling.” Matt patted Spencer’s shoulder. “Just be grateful for the time you still have with Lily before she becomes a teenager too.” 

The tone in Matt’s voice was almost pitiful and Spencer turned away from the window to look at him. 

“You spoke to JJ.” He frowned at the older man. 

“She might have mentioned an altercation.” Matt shrugged. “I assume that’s why you’re avoiding Maeve more than usual.” 

“My daughter's birthday was not the place I imagined my repressed feelings coming to the surface.” He sighed. “Not that I imagined them ever doing so.”

“And in front of your girlfriend too. That’s rough.” Matt offered him a sympathetic smile. 

“I’m almost positive she’s not going to be my girlfriend after today.” 

“Oh man, I’m sure you’ll-”

“Dad!” Daisy’s slightly frustrated voice cut Matt off. 

Spencer spun around to face his daughter who was now in the kitchen, hands on her hips and glaring at her father.

“What is it, pumpkin?” 

Daisy’s cheeks flushed pink and she glanced to her side where the blonde girl was standing, giggling under her breath. 

“Gross, don’t call me that.” Daisy rolled her eyes. 

Spencer pouted, her harsh tone hitting him straight in the chest. He’d called both of his girls pumpkin since they were babies and Daisy had never minded before. 

“Uh…what’s up, Daisy?” He tried again. 

“Can you change the music? My friends don’t want to listen to this old man stuff.” She huffed in such a sassy way Spencer wasn’t even sure he recognised this girl as his daughter. 

He frowned, tuning his ears into the music and noting a Frank Sinatra classic was playing through the speakers. 

It was a great song, but probably not to a fourteen year old. 

“I’ll sort it.” Matt spoke with a smile. 

“Thanks uncle Matt.” Daisy smiled at him before the two girls turned and started back towards the yard.

Spencer watched the blonde link her arm through Daisy’s as they walked.

“Your uncle is so hot.” Meredith’s voice carried towards them. 

Spencer grimaced and Matt chuckled. Spencer shot him a look. 

“What?” Matt shrugged. “I can’t help it.” 

As the two girls headed into the yard, Meredith’s voice met their ears again.

“Your dads kinda creepy though. He’s been watching us through the window for ages.” 

“I know right.” Daisy replied. 

Spencer slapped the palm of his hand against his forehead and grumbled under his breath. 

“This is the worst goddamn day of my life.” Spencer groaned. 

Matt laughed again and clapped a hand on his shoulder. 

“No one ever said raising a teenager was easy.” 

“No kidding.” Spencer mumbled, following on Matt’s heels as he went to change the music. 

***

Two hours passed and the teens had well and truly taken over Rossi’s yard. The older man spent most of the day in the armchair in the corner of the grand living room sipping scotch and trying to pretend the kids weren’t going to destroy his house. 

Spencer kept himself out of the kitchen, not wanting his daughter or her friends to see him as creepy as Meredith had so kindly labelled him. 

Instead every fifteen minutes he sent another member of the BAU to the kitchen for something innocuous so they could subtly check on the teens.

Maeve kept her distant but he still caught her looking his way every so often. He tried to ignore her the best he could, knowing no good could come of talking to her. 

Lily flitted about the room, dividing her time between her parents and all her aunts and uncles as Daisy had strictly told her mother that Lily was not allowed anywhere near her party. 

He excused himself from the room after a while and headed upstairs to make a call. He knew you wouldn’t answer but it didn’t stop him trying.

As expected he got your voicemail and left a long rambling message about how sorry he was for what you’d overheard and how he wanted to explain. He begged you to call him back but wouldn’t be surprised if you didn’t. 

When he was about to head back downstairs, he saw her heading his way and he honestly wanted to throw himself over the railing and straight into Rossi’s marbled floor below. 

Anything was better than talking to her. 

“Daisy wants her cake and I knew you wouldn’t want to miss it.” Maeve had her hands in the pockets of her summer dress and she shrugged her shoulders.

“Ok, thanks. I was just coming.” He nodded. 

“No sarcastic response? No passive aggressive comment?” Maeve frowned. 

Spencer sighed loudly, shaking his head. 

“I’m so tired, Maeve.” He ran his tongue along his bottom lip. “I am exhausted with it all. I can’t keep fighting all the time.” 

Her frown deepened. She was fairly sceptical, and with good reason. For the last year all Spencer had wanted to do was fight, he almost seemed to enjoy it. 

“You don’t want to fight?” 

“I don’t have the energy to fight.” He shrugged. “We’re never going to be friends or anything like that, but I’m not fighting anymore. It takes too much out of me. You’re the mother of my children, you’re always going to be a part of my life whether I like it or not.” 

“I appreciate that.” Maeve softened, smiling gently. 

“It’s not for your benefit.” He scoffed. 

“Well that was short lived.” Maeve rolled her eyes, turning away from him and heading towards the staircase. 

“I’m trying.” He called after her, stopping her in her tracks. “I’m not saying it’s going to change overnight but I am trying.” 

She didn’t turn back to him, but she nodded her head as she started down the stairs. 

***

“This has honestly been the worst day ever.” Spencer slurred slightly, waving his glass around and spilling some of the contents over his shirt sleeve. 

“Should we cut him off?” Luke whispered to Penelope who was sitting on his left. 

The party had been over hours ago and all the children had since left, leaving Spencer and his old BAU team to drink in Rossi’s trashed yard. 

Daisy had a wonderful birthday and that was the most important thing to Spencer. The second most important thing was the fact he had royally messed things up with you. 

The moment he’d seen Daisy and Lily off with their mother he’d poured himself a giant glass of scotch in lieu of going home alone. Taco was at the kennel for the night so he had no need to go home.  

At this point he was well over half way through the bottle.

“I think he needs this.” Garcia shrugged sadly. 

“I fucked up with Y/N. She’s never going to talk to me again! What the fuck was I thinking?” He groaned loudly, splashing more alcohol down himself as he gesticulated. 

“It was probably time you finally faced your feelings over your divorce, kid.” Rossi sipped his drink. “Divorce is hard, it’s a shit thing to go through. Trust me, I would know.” 

“You know what’s dumb though? Really fucking dumb considering I’m supposed to be a genius?” He paused to sip his drink. “I honestly didn’t think I was in love with Maeve. Not until she told me she’d cheated. And it felt like my whole fucking world crumbled around me.” 

At least he had stopped crying. For at least an hour he’d sobbed and JJ, Garcia, Emily and Tara took turns holding him while he wept. 

They would all take him angrily ranting over crying any day. 

“Have you considered seeing a therapist?” Tara threw out the question on everyone’s lips. 

“What would I do that for?” He frowned, trying to focus on her but his eyes were misty from the alcohol. 

“Clearly you have a lot of unresolved issues.” Tara replied and that was putting it nicely. “I think talking to a therapist will really help.” 

“No, not gonna happen.” He was scrambling to get out of the lawn chair and failing miserably. 

JJ rolled her eyes and got up, wrapping her arm around his waist and helping him to his feet. 

“Where are you trying to go?” She asked, keeping an arm around him in case he fell over. 

“I…I don’t know.” He pouted. 

“May I suggest bed?” Emily piped up. “Sleep it off Reid.” 

“Yeah I’ve got plenty of room.” Rossi waved a hand in the general direction of the house. 

“Hmm good idea.” He nodded, leaning his weight against JJ. Seconds later he pulled away, his face drained of colour. “Oh fuck…gonna puke.” 

Maybe it was her mothering instinct but JJ jumped into action and managed to speedily help Spencer inside to the kitchen sink, just in time for him to violently spill his guts. 

The sounds emanating from him echoed around the room and into the yard. JJ stroked his back soothingly while he vomited profusely. 

“I think that’s my cue to leave.” Matt downed his drink and stood up.

The rest of the team silently agreed, finishing their own drinks and meandering into the house. 

Rossi saw them off, Matt and Tara who had only indulged in one drink each got in their cars while Garcia, Luke and Emily shared a cab toward their own homes. 

Spencer spent a long time being sick in the sink before he finally stood back and JJ handed him a glass of water. He leant against the counter and sipped it slowly. 

Rossi had taken his leave to bed, not much wanting to clean up after Spencer. 

“I’m sorry. You really don’t have to look after me.” He grumbled. 

“But I’m gonna do it anyway.” She smiled at him. “Let me help you upstairs. I think I’ll stay the night too. I don’t feel comfortable leaving you like this.” 

She thought he might argue but he honestly didn’t have the strength to. Instead he heaved a sigh and nodded. 

He finished the water and JJ aided him to one of Rossi’s guest rooms with an arm around his waist. He flopped to the bed fully dressed and on top of the covers. 

He was asleep within seconds. 

JJ quietly retreated from the room and made her way to the other guest bedroom whilst sending Will a text to let him know she wouldn’t be home. 

She got into bed, her heart aching for her best friend. She’d never seen him like this before, not even in the aftermath of Maeve’s affair. 

She’d always known it would come bubbling to the surface one day, pain needed to be felt one way or another. But now he’d unlocked that particular box she feared he may never come back from it. 

The beast had been unleashed and if Spencer didn’t find a healthy way to cope with his demons, she knew it would ultimately be his demise.

***

When Spencer finally surfaced around midday he looked about as bad as JJ expected him to. He still wore yesterday's clothes, now wrinkled from being slept in. 

She’d spent the morning helping Rossi clean his house of the mess from the party and both of them were sipping coffee at the kitchen island when Spencer emerged.

“Morning, how are you feeling?” JJ asked. 

He went straight to the sink, poured a glass of water and downed it in one before he could speak. 

“Like I drank an entire brewery, screamed at my ex-wife and destroyed my relationship.” He croaked. “Pretty impressive for one night.” 

“I know this isn’t what you’re gonna want to hear but you’ve been bottling up your feelings for Maeve for over a year, it was bound to come out.” Rossi shrugged. 

Spencer grumbled a little, padding to the chair on the other side of the counter and slumping into it. 

“You know I sometimes still picture her at the house.” He sighed deeply. “Like I close my eyes and I can sense her you know? Hear her in the kitchen when I come home from work, hear her reading to the girls, taking a shower or whatever. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night because I swear I can smell her shampoo on the pillow.” 

JJ reached across the counter and placed her hand on top of his as his eyes glazed over with tears. She didn’t talk and so he continued. 

“I did love her, I still do. I don’t want to be with her anymore, not after what she did. But I miss her. I miss the life we used to have. But it makes me feel so stupid admitting as much when she made me feel like our life together meant nothing.” He dislodged his hand from under JJ’s and raked his fingers through his knotted hair. “I really messed up with Y/N. There’s no coming back from this.” 

“You’ll figure it out. You’re a genius after all.” She smiled softly at him. “You ok to drive home?” 

“Yeah I’ll be fine. Thanks for letting me throw the party here Dave and for letting me crash.” 

“No problem, kid. Get home safe.” 

JJ and Spencer got to their feet and said their goodbyes to Rossi. They headed to their cars but before they went their separate ways he threw his arms around her. 

He held her for a long few minutes, trying to communicate without the use of words just how much her friendship meant to him. 

Eventually he let go and they got into their respective cars. 

Spencer drove out and collected Taco from the kennel before making the pilgrimage out to his home in the suburbs. 

Once he got home he forced himself to shower and change even though his head was pounding from last night's alcohol. Something had to give. He couldn’t keep living like this. 

His alcohol use was becoming unhealthy and it was a slippery slope into addiction, as he knew all too well. 

After he was dressed he collected every single bottle of alcohol in his house and without a second thought he poured it all down the drain. Out of sight, out of mind. 

He fed Taco and let him play in the yard while he sat in his office with a large mug of coffee. He switched on his computer and started Googling realtors in the area. 

He knew he’d never be able to move on whilst living in this house. He didn’t want to go far, didn’t want to pull his girls out of their school and away from their friends but he couldn’t stay in this place any longer. 

He sent off some emails enquiring about having his home valued and specifications of what he was looking for in a new house. 

He knew he needed to go out but he was purposefully putting it off, finding anything to distract himself from what he needed to do. 

He even sat and watched Taco roam the yard for at least half an hour, just to avoid the inevitable. 

But he needed to do this. He needed to face this. 

Eventually, several hours after he arrived home, he forced his feet in his shoes and grabbed his car keys. Hopefully Taco wouldn’t cause too much of a nuisance while he was gone. 

He jumped in his car and started his journey into DC, knowing full well that nothing he could say would make this better. 

It was time to face the music. 

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TADC

Alcoholic Pomni AU - Idea Drabble

901 Words

// AN: I thought it would be funny if Pomni lost it and decided to turn to alcohol. Idk- my brain is wack. I wanted to write for the longest time but I couldn’t bring myself to come up with any fun ideas. Then TADC came out and I decided to write a quick thing about that. This was the first thing I thought of. I’m sorry Pomni lovers _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):

Pomni wasn’t keen on the idea of being trapped in the digital circus with now way out.

What’s really the kicker is that everyone has seemingly given up on finding an exit. Not Pomni though. No. She’s determined to find one!

Unfortunately, dead end after dead end, it starts to dawn on Pomni that maybe she’s on a wild goose chase. Maybe the others were right. Maybe there was no exit.

Pomni sighed. Annoyed at the idea that Jax might be on the winning side of the argument, she busied herself with simply walking along as many walls as possible. Maybe, just maybe, she missed something.

Pomni stoped at a small table. A glass bottle of wine sat atop it, sitting just in the center. Pomni looked around to see if Cain was pulling something again. Or if maybe it was a trigger for another “adventure” of sorts. Didn’t Cain say this show, or world, or whatever was supposed to be “PG?”

Have some

Pomni heard the little voice in her head say. Wait… voice? Maybe she really was losing it. She stood for a moment and thought about it. Maybe a bit of booze would help take the edge off.

Pomni tentatively took the bottle from the table, half expecting some sort of alarm to go off. When it didn’t, she breathed a sigh of relief. A siren is just the type of thing Cain would pull.

…

Pomni had been missing for a while, and Ragitha was starting to worry.

“Guys shouldn’t we find Pomni?” She suggested to the group.

“She’s probably looking for that exit again” Zooble scoffed.

“Or she obstructed” Everyone took a second to glare at Jax, who in return simply shrugged with a bored look on his face.

“OHHHHH GUYYYSHHHHH~”

A slurred voice that sounded like Pomni traveled through the room.

The group turned to look in that direction. Pomni wobbled into the main room with a big grin on her face and what looked to be an almost empty bottle of wine in her hand.

“You won’t berive dis, hehe…. The wine here? AMAZING! I didn’t evren have ta’ drink the whole fing to get drunk!” Pomni smiled in a drunk daze.

Now Ragitha was even more concerned. Where did Pomni find alcohol? There had never been any before!

“Well she’s wasted… I’m out” before Jax could walk away Kinger who had been uncharacteristically quiet and Gangle who had been shut out of the conversation start freaking out and talking really fast.

“HOWCOULDTHISHAPPENNOTTOSWEETPOMNIOHHOWFARWEVEFALLEN-“

And

“IFPOMNIFOUNDALCOHOLDOESTHATMEANWEREALLDOOMEDTOFALLVICTIMTOSOMEKINDOFDRUGJUSTTOCONTINUELIVINGINTHISWASTELANDOFA-WAHHHHH“

“Would ya shut up! She’ll sober up eventually, jeez” Jax felt a headache coming on.

Little did they know Pomni would rarely ever be sober again.

Sure it started innocent enough. Just a little temptation to ease the boredom. Unfortunately for everyone, Pomni didn’t stop at just on temptation. Also unfortunately neither did the digital circus.

Somehow, someway, Pomni would always find alcohol. It got to the point where Ragitha implemented the “Pomni Buddy System” where a someone had to be with Pomni at all times. Still miraculously, Pomni always managed to slip away. Or maybe the group was just not very good at their job.

Cain hadn’t been seen in days, either which made this mess even worse. On top of that drunk Pomni had a knack for getting on both Zooble’s and Ajax’s nerves pretty quick. While Jax played it cool it was obvious he was sick of it. Zooble on the other hand made it clear she was very unhappy.

The breaking point came when during one of drunk Pomni’s episodes,

“******* GUYS! THIS NEEDS TO END” A disheveled looking Jax yelled at everyone. He has been on Pomni duty, his least favorite thing, and he had reached his limit.

“I can’t keep doing this- She’s SO ANNOYING!” Jax cupped his head in his hands.

Pomni, when drunk, had the tendency to ramble about nothings and make random noises that just drove Jax (and Zooble) insane. Kinger and Gangle resigned to make the noises with her to keep their sanity, which only made it worse for everyone else. While Ragitha tried to stay strong and help Pomni through her addiction, even she had to admit this was not going well.

As the group sat in dread, Pomni’s incessant noises in the background, Cain, oh Cain, came in to a very strange scene.

“Uhm… What?” He looked around confused.

To everyone’s surprise it was Ragitha who jumped up and grabbed Cain by the tongue and said with death in her eyes,

“MAKE. IT. STOP”

Cain looked around nervously and confused. Then it clicked. He easily slipped out of Ragitha grip and adjusted his tie.

“Ohhhhh! That’s what that did! I was working on some new code and I came across a dormant command and thought I’d see what it did!”

Everyone stared in disbelief. All of this, ALL OF THIS, was because Cain got a little curious and decided to push a button!

“U n b e l i v e a b l e” Jax looked like he was on the verge of tears.

“Well lemme fix this real quick” Cain snapped a few times and Pomni poofed back to normal.

“WHERES THE- huh? Oh… I’m not craving it anymore…” Pomni looked around and everyone, and sensing she wasn’t in the best of standing said “sorry?”

“Well that settles that! Now for an adventure!!!”

“ARGHHHHHHH!” -Everyone

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[onceuponastory]

twisted fantasy - max burnett x reader

“Your biggest fear has just come true, This maniac’s in love with you.” - This Maniac’s in Love With You by Alice Cooper

Plot: Looking for love, Y/N takes a chance on a date with Max...and instead finds herself in his twisted fantasy. Pairing: Max Burnett (Sharper!Max) x Female!Reader Warnings: 18+ Please, this is a dark fic. No minors. Mentions of kidnapping, drugging/drink spiking, stalking/obsessive behaviour, Stockholm Syndrome, dubious consent, force feeding, violence, injuries and nausea. As always, if I miss any triggers please let me know! Notes: Happy Sharper Day! This fic doesn’t contain any spoilers for the movie, I just wanted to make him dark and give my own interpretation on why he started hustling.

Thank you so much to @lunarbuck for both helping me with this idea and for beta reading it for me!

Pulling her jacket around her body for warmth, Y/N scrolls through her phone to keep herself occupied. Hopefully, her date shows up soon, and that it goes well… especially since it’s her first one in god knows how long.

At first, Y/N was fine with being on her own, not seeing the appeal of finding romance. Yet, as more and more time went on, her thoughts changed, and she craved the thought of having someone to call hers, and to share the rest of her life with. After all, being alone for such a long time whilst also being bombarded with your friends getting married, images of true love and talks of ‘Mr. Right’ can drive you crazy after a while. So, she braved the world of dating apps. Each day, she would scroll through endless pictures of men, not finding a spark or the person she wants to spend the rest of her life with. After a few months with no luck, she lost hope, deciding her true love didn’t exist. Or at least, not there.

But then, she saw Max. The second she saw his icy blue eyes staring back at her through her phone screen, Y/N fell head over heels for him, messaging him right away. Thankfully, he seemed to feel the same about her, given how quickly he messaged her back. And now, here she is, waiting outside a fancy restaurant for Max to show up for their date. A very fancy and expensive restaurant. Of course, Y/N is still willing to pay for her half of the meal, but the fact that this was the first place Max suggested already tells her he’s well off. Not that it matters too much to her, but she won’t deny that it’s definitely appealing.

When Max pulls up in a sleek BMW, Y/N’s suspicions are confirmed. “Hey, I’m sorry I’m late,” he sighs, running a hand through his dark hair. When she reassures him it’s fine, he shakes his head. “No. I hate to leave a pretty lady like you waiting.” Y/N giggles at his words, feeling heat settling on her cheeks and her heart rate picking up. What a charmer. And he’s even cuter in person. “Shall we head inside?” Max asks, opening the door for her.

Yet, as they sit down to eat, something strikes her as off. Despite Max’s pleasant conversation, and how he orders a bottle of her favourite wine for them to share, Y/N feels on edge. Even though she’s having fun, there’s a strange sensation in the pit of her stomach. Almost as if it’s being twisted. Like something is wrong. The entire meal, she keeps her gaze on Max, studying him intently as she tries to figure out what the issue is. And each time, her mind turns up blank. “Is something the matter?” Max asks, pouring her another glass of wine.

“Not at all.” She lies, taking a drink in the hopes it pushes away her feelings of unease. Hopefully, it’s just first-date jitters.

Yet, as the bitter drink flows down her throat, Y/N’s stomach twinges again.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

After dinner, Max helps Y/N out to his car. The world seems to spin, and she stumbles a few times as she walks. Despite her clearly drunken state, her stomach still twists, and her mind knows that something still doesn’t feel right. She didn’t drink that much. There’s no way she could be this drunk. Something’s very wrong here.

“It’s okay. I’m here.” Max whispers, tightening his hold on her arm. He leads her to his car, helping her inside and strapping her in. Y/N leans back against the headrest, moaning softly. “Don’t worry, Y/N. I’ll take you home.” As she mumbles something in reply, he smirks, chuckling. “You’re really out of it, aren’t you?” Y/N glances up at Max. And then, something finally clicks in her mind.

“Wait. I got it. Don’t… don’t I know you from somewhere?” She asks, mumbling her words slightly. Max chuckles, leaning in closer.

“Well, we met on a dating app, remember?” The way he stares at her chills her blood. Like there’s something she doesn’t know, something sick hiding behind his smile. It’s as if he’s eyeing her up like she’s a piece of meat.

“No. Before that.” Y/N insists. “I knew you already, didn’t I?” The words tumble out of her mouth with little thought, and once they’re out in the open, the realisation slowly seeps through. Yes, she’s definitely met him before. She just can’t think where or when.

“Did you?” He smirks. Y/N’s brow furrows. She tries to push through the haze in her mind, but she’s just too drunk to even think straight. Y/N nods, her head suddenly feeling like it weighs a hundred pounds. “Clever girl.” He whispers. As her eyes begin to close and her head lulls to the side, Max grins. “I have big plans for you. Don’t worry. You’ll find out soon.”

And that’s the last thing Y/N hears.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

As she slowly comes to, Y/N murmurs. Her head is pounding, and her ears are ringing. She opens her eyes, wincing at the sudden bright light in the room.

“You’re finally awake.” Max’s voice sounds. Y/N registers him running his finger down her jawline. Reflexively, she shudders at his touch. “Oh, it’s okay, Y/N. I won’t hurt you. Come on, open your eyes for me.” Slowly, Y/N’s eyes open. Max stares down at her, smirking. Y/N’s stomach twists again. “There you are.”

“What happened?” She tries to get up, but can’t. It’s only then that she realises she’s strapped to a chair. Gasping, she tries to move again, hoping this is some kind of sick joke, or her still-drunk brain causing her to hallucinate. When it doesn’t work, she begins to shake and cry as her mind and body go into panic stations. “Max, what’s going on?”

“Just calm down, Y/N. It’ll be okay.” He replies, scarily calm. Y/N feels her heart pounding against her chest, so quick and strong it could break through her skin.

“Max. Tell me what’s going on.” She repeats. Again, another scarily calm reply telling her to be calm follows. As the horrible reality sinks in, Y/N whimpers. “Oh god, I don’t want to die.”

“Hey, hey, shhh….” Max soothes. Y/N tries to ignore him, until: “Look at me.” He commands, his voice mesmerising. Y/N looks up, into his eyes. So blue and calm. Like the sea after a storm, the complete opposite of how he is now. Y/N almost laughs. After all, that was what originally attracted her to Max. His eyes. And now, she’s staring into them and begging for her life. “Nobody said anything about dying.”

“So why am I here, then?” Max stares at her once more. Then, he smirks.

“You really don’t remember me, do you?” Before she can even reply, Max continues. “I remember you, though. Everything about you.” Y/N runs through her memories, trying to piece them together. However, her confusion, combined with the drug and alcohol in her system, means that her mind continuously draws a blank.

“Y/N Y/L/N. Popular, a cheerleader… and a spoiled bitch.” Y/N gasps, fury flowing through her veins.

“How dare you say that about me?! You have no idea who I am.”

“Oh, but I do.” He snarks, coming closer, kneeling in front of her. “I’m Max. Max Burnett. Remember me?” There’s some familiarity to his name, yet she still can’t figure out just who he’s meant to be. Seeing he’s getting nowhere, Max frowns, rolling his eyes. “I used to sit behind you in all our English classes… and you still don’t remember me?”

And then it clicks. That Max. He’s definitely changed since the last time she saw him. In all honesty, he’s barely recognisable now. His arms and body are more toned, and he looks older, more mature. In all honesty, he looks better now, far more attractive for a start. But as she looks him over, there are little things that she notices that are still the same. A freckle here, a scar there. Is it really so hard to notice that it’s him?

Then again, though, it’s not like they were close friends, or friends at all back in high school. Y/N would be the first to admit that they were both part of different social circles back then. She stayed with the popular girls and cheerleaders, and Max was near the bottom of the social ladder with a few close friends compared to her many. Aside from the occasional glance at each other’s way in the hallways or discussion during classes, the pair barely interacted. Yet, she always greeted him with a smile and a hello, and never intentionally ignored him. He liked to keep himself to himself, whilst she didn’t. That’s all. So she has no idea where the hell he’s getting the idea that she’s a spoiled bitch from.

“Hi, Max. Yeah, I remember you.” She nods. Y/N wiggles her wrists, hoping that her recognition of Max is enough for her to be set free. Yet when he doesn’t move and just keeps staring at her, she frowns. “Max? What’s going on?” She asks, her voice quiet. “Why am I here? I said I remembered you, a-and I do, so can you take these off please?” Max simply scoffs.

“I can’t do that.”

“But why? I haven’t done anything to you!”

“Quiet.”

“Max, please just-”

“Quiet!” He shouts, the sudden change in volume making her jump. Y/N bites her lip hard to stop herself from yelling out in fear. As her entire body shakes, Max smiles. “Good girl.” Within an instant, he’s back to the eerily calm person he was before. Now, though, she knows the level of anger that he’s capable of. And seeing him standing there, staring down at her without another word, shakes her to the core. “Now, let me explain.” He speaks, finally. “I fell in love with you from the moment you first sat in front of me in class. You were so pretty and popular, especially in that little cheerleading skirt.” He bites his lip at that, and Y/N closes her mouth, trying to suppress her growing nausea. “And you always had a kind word to say to me, despite how different we were. You were everything I wanted, Y/N.” It’s then that Y/N notices something odd. Whenever Max talks about back then, about how much he loved her, there’s a small smile on his face. And his smile causes something inside her stomach to flutter.

“Our little chats in class each week meant the world to me, and I fell more and more in love with you as the years went by. I wanted to tell you how I felt right away, but I was too scared. So instead, I gradually worked up the courage to ask if you had a date to prom, and if you wanted to go with me, remember?” Immediately, Max’s smile falls, and his eyes narrow. “But you turned me down.” Y/N frowns.

“Because I was going with Owen.” She answers. Max rolls his eyes, groaning.

“Oh yes, Owen. The star quarterback of the football team. Mister Perfect.” He hisses. “He was an asshole who didn’t deserve someone like you. You deserved someone like me! Someone who wouldn’t demean you by talking to other girls like he would! I loved you! And I was willing to give you the world! More than he ever could!” He insists, his voice getting louder and angrier with each sentence. Y/N flinches away from him, not wanting to attract his ire. “But no. I wasn’t good enough, was I? Not popular, rich, or handsome enough for spoiled little Miss Y/N.”

“It’s not that Max, it was just I didn’t see you-” Y/N tries to explain, but Max cuts her off.

“What? Say it. Say it was because I wasn’t good enough for you. I wasn’t rich enough, or popular enough.” He spits, bitterness lacing his words.

“Because I didn’t like you in that way back then! I only saw you as a friend!” She argues. “Max, please just let me go. I promise I won’t say anything about this.” She whimpers, a few more tears slipping out.

“I can’t do that, Y/N. It’s okay though, I’m not mad at you. I was at first, but that was before I realised what you needed.” Smiling, he leans in closer. “I’ve been working hard on something for you. For us. And it’s going to make you want to stay.” Y/N furrows her brow, and Max begins to explain. “Since we graduated, I’ve become a bit of a hustler. Or maybe Robin Hood is a better term for it. I took money from those rich assholes who don’t deserve it. People who hurt those like me, at the bottom of the food chain, with no remorse. People who hurt good, caring souls like you, and don’t stick around to pick up the pieces. Now, I have more money than all of those assholes put together.” He grins proudly. And it’s all for you, my darling. I took it for you.” He bends down to her eye level.

Seeing she’s still crying, Max cups her cheek, using his thumb to wipe away her tears. His touch against her skin makes Y/N shiver, especially since she can’t back away from him. She’s powerless against him. “At first, I was just going to look for you on the streets of New York, so when I found you on that dating app, it was like a dream come true.” As he explains his sick obsession, and how he planned to stalk her, Y/N’s blood chills, and her stomach churns. In high school, she had no idea Max was so dangerous. Especially towards her. “We can finally be together, and I can give you anything you want. Everything you deserve will be yours. You can finally be happy. With me.” Y/N frowns, her blood beginning to boil.

“What, you think that kidnapping me and showing me all your money is going to change that and make me fall in love with you?!” she snaps. “I don’t want your money, Max! I never cared about anyone’s money! I’m not a fucking spoiled bitch. I just want to go home!” Max chuckles, shaking his head.

“I told you already. I can’t do that. You belong here with me. This is your home.”

“No, I don’t.” When Max still refuses to let her go, Y/N huffs angrily. “You know what, Max? Is it any wonder why I didn’t go out with you in high school? You’re a fucking depraved freak if you need to kidnap girls to get them to fall for you.”

“Stop it. Stop calling me that.” Max hisses. His fist noticeably twitches at her words, but Y/N continues. After seeing just how scary Max can be when he’s angry, she knows she’s playing with fire, but she doesn’t care. She’s just too scared and angry to even think about that right now. All she wants to do is to make him hurt.

“How dare you think that kidnapping me and flaunting your wealth at me will make me fall in love with you? I’m not yours to own!”

“Y/N….” Max warns, seething with rage. He stands up straighter, towering over her as if to show her just how out-powered she is, and to stop before she gets hurt.

And yet, Y/N still keeps going.

“Now, let me go.” Her demand is the final trigger. Suddenly, Max snaps, yelling out and slamming the table beside him angrily. The sound reverberates across the room, infiltrating every fibre of her body. Y/N yelps in fear, the sound causing her to jump in her seat.

“Look what you made me do. I hate getting so angry, especially at you.” Max huffs. He watches as Y/N shakes in fear, whimpering. “Being here will be good for you. You’ll learn soon enough.” He states, turning on his heel and leaving the room.

From that moment, Y/N is stuck with Max, trapped in his twisted fantasy. Some time after he storms off, he returns to untie her… whilst also making sure she knows to stay in her room. As he removes the ropes, his fingertips lightly brushing against her skin, Y/N’s heart rate picks up. The sensation confuses her, especially considering how easily he can switch back to the terrifying, angry state that she saw only hours ago. Warily, she watches him, waiting for him to snap or attack her.

Yet… she won’t deny that the sensation feels nice all the same. After all, there’s a reason she was so attracted to him in the first place.

“What are you looking at?” He chuckles, raising a brow.

“Nothing.” She states, moving her gaze away from him. Max sighs, getting up and running a hand through his dark strands.

“Y/N. Please trust me when I say that the last thing I want is to hurt you.” When he realises no reply from Y/N is coming, and just how frightened she is of him, his face falls. “I’ll bring you some food. You must be hungry.” He mutters.

Once he’s gone, Y/N looks around the room. It’s a lot bigger than she expected, with a big double bed, and closets filled to the brim with shoes, expensive clothes and makeup, worth more than she could ever afford. When Max said he wanted her to be comfortable, he wasn’t lying. And the room is actually really nice, considering the alternative. Yet, even a prisoner in a gilded cell is still a prisoner. And despite how nice the clothes are, the way she got here and why he’s holding her here still makes her stomach churn.

Y/N’s life soon fades into a routine, one limited to the confines of her bedroom, with Max coming in a few times a day to bring her food and water. At first, she tried to defy him, refusing to eat to fight back against the control he has over her life and its routine. That defiance worked a few times… until Max threatened to force the food down her throat so he could be sure she’s okay. As he keeps reminding her, the whole reason he brought her here was to protect and care for her in all aspects of her life. Since that threat, Y/N started eating again.

Max has joined her meal times since then, too. Yet, he never eats. He just watches, making sure she’s doing as she’s told. Sometimes, he tells stories about his various conquests as she eats, making sure she knows how lucky she is to be there, and how many gifts and riches he can give her. He does that a lot, acting like her anger and unease around him will fade, and that she’ll come around to him if given enough time. Yet, as time goes on, Y/N finds herself looking forward to Max’s visits. Being stuck in one place for god knows how long, unaware of what day or even what time it is, unable to do anything but read and sleep is so isolating. She feels like she’s losing her mind.

At least with Max, there’s routine, and a human connection, something she grows to crave. And so, slowly but surely, she starts to lower her guard around him, no longer reacting to his words with anger or fear. Because despite everything he’s done to her… she appreciates his company more than she’d like to admit.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

One night, one that feels like years away from when she first got here, Max tells her to join him for dinner. The tone of his voice tells her it’s best for her to attend.

“But I’ve never done that. We always eat separately.” She murmurs. Seeing her frown, Max chuckles.

“Well, I thought it’d be nice to have a change. Especially since you’ve been good recently. Consider it a treat.” He smiles. “Pick something nice to wear, and I’ll see you soon.” And then he’s gone.

So, Y/N does as he asks, not wanting to cause any further problems. She picks out an outfit, slipping into it with ease. The material is comfortable against her skin, and a welcome change. Catching sight of herself in the mirror, Y/N turns, looking over every inch of her body. She looks good. Max clearly has good taste. Or at least, knows her taste. For a moment, the thought makes her smile. How someone knows so much about her, and wants to make sure she has things she looks and feels good in.

“Yeah, it’s because he’s obsessed with you, and has been stalking you since high school.” The voice in her head cuts through the happy thought and Y/N shudders, all positive thoughts about this moment gone. Hopefully, this is over soon. Although… she can’t help but twirl once more in the mirror and apply a little bit of makeup.

If she has to dine with the devil, at least she’ll look good doing it.

Max arrives at her door some time later, dressed in a fancy suit. The first time she sees him, Y/N’s breath hitches a little in her throat. Max looks good. Handsome even. “You look incredible.” He grins, offering his arm to her like a true gentleman. Or at least, like the one he’s pretending to be. Slowly, she links her arm with his, suddenly very aware of the warmth of Max’s body. Being this close to Max whilst knowing what he’s capable of still causes an eerie feeling to settle in her stomach.

As he leads her down towards the dining room, Y/N looks around the house, at the castle holding her prisoner. It’s huge, filled with expensive paintings and furniture. She doesn’t even realise how much her eyes have widened or how her mouth has dropped open until Max chuckles from beside her. “You like it? I told you, the life of a hustler pays well.” He watches as she looks from room to room, gazing at her with a smile on his face. And the same thing in Y/N’s stomach flutters again, this time even more than before. But before she can dwell too much on it, they reach the dining room. Max leads her to her seat, and for a moment she waits for him to tie down her wrists. When he doesn’t, she frowns. “I told you. You’ve been good.” Max shrugs, pouring her a glass of wine.

When she stares at it warily, remembering what happened the last time she drank wine in front of him, he simply smiles once more. “Don’t worry. It’s perfectly safe.” She takes a few incredulous sips, waiting for the familiar bitter aftertaste that seemingly never comes. The wine is lovely actually, clearly from an expensive bottle. A steaming hot plate of food is soon placed in front of her, the smell making her moan happily. Quickly, she takes a bite, savouring the flavour as it dances across her tongue. This tastes better than any other meal he gave her, and it’s a welcome relief.

“Did you cook this?”

“Well… no. I thought that since tonight was an important night, I should hire a private chef to take care of us.” He answers, taking a bite and grinning back at her. His revelation surprises her, yet she likes it all the same. Nobody has ever done something like this for her before.He’s really pulling out all the stops to make her feel happy and comfortable.

As the meal continues, Y/N feels her worries around Max lessening and even finds herself smiling and laughing along with him. This dinner is nice, it’s safe. For a moment, she’s transported back to their first date, the one she thought would go so well, but turned into a nightmare. Now, though, it’s like they’re getting another chance. She watches Max as he speaks Italian with the Chef, laughing along with him and grinning widely. And Y/N realises she enjoys having another chance with him.

After dinner, Max walks her back to her room, still arm in arm. “You know, I had a great night tonight.”

“Me too. It was nice to get out of my room for a while.” Y/N agrees. Max seems surprised at her admission, yet grateful, happy that she’s finally feeling slightly comfortable around him.

“I do feel bad about leaving you in here again.” Max sighs, taking her hand and running his fingers along her knuckles.

“I don’t like it there, Max. I mean, the bed is comfortable and all, and I’m grateful for everything you’ve given me, but I feel like I’m going crazy being trapped in there. It’s just all been too much for me.” Her words make Max’s face fall, and guilt overtakes his features.

“I know, and I’m sorry. But I need you to stay there just a little longer. I want to make sure you’re okay and comfortable enough around me first.” Even though she appreciates his insistence of making sure she’s okay above all else, his refusal to just let her be free, just this once, causes her stomach to twist. Max notices the look on her face, and he sighs. “I’m sorry Y/N. This is how it has to be.” Before she can protest further, Max steps out, locking the door.

And then, Y/N is alone again.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Later that night, Y/N lies in her bed, tossing and turning. Her brain shows her horrible images, ones of her trying to run, of doors that lead nowhere. When Max catches her, he stands over her with a knife, carving his name into her skin so she’d be his forever. She awakens with a jolt, crying out in fear. Panting, she grips her bedding, trying to ground herself. Yet it doesn’t work, and her heart continues to pound. She cuddles into herself, shaking as she begins to cry.

Within an instant, the door bursts open. Max stands in the doorway, illuminated by the minimal light in the doorway. “What happened?” He asks, coming closer to her. As he reaches out to her, Y/N flinches away from him. Max’s face falls. “Sweetheart, I need you to tell me what happened so I can help you. Did you have a nightmare?” She nods, sniffling.

“You scared me. Y-You hurt me in it.” She murmurs, her voice hoarse from all the screaming. Max sighs.

“Y/N, it was just a nightmare. I would never hurt you.” He promises. Noticing she’s still shaking, he takes her hand. At first, she flinches away once more, but when she realises that Max really doesn’t mean any harm, she lets him intertwine his fingers with her. “Just match my breathing, okay?” As she slowly calms her breathing, Max raises his free hand, pressing it against her forehead. “You’re all sweaty and burning up.” He sighs. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up. I’ll run you a bath.” She nods, and Max helps her up and out of the room.

As she leans into him, Y/N picks up on his heartbeat, the pounding rhythm soothing her and almost lulling her back to sleep. When they reach the bathroom, Max runs the water, filling the tub with bubbles. Y/N watches him, her body still shaking. Then he turns his attention back to her.

“Let’s get these pyjamas off. They’re drenched in sweat.” He sighs. As he peels them off of her body, Y/N stands there, her head bowed in shame.

“I’m sorry.” She murmurs, embarrassed to have made him frustrated.

“No, no sweetheart, it’s okay. I’m not mad.” He soothes, cupping her cheek. Y/N flinches at his touch once more, and Max sighs. “You got a big fright, didn’t you?” She nods. He presses a kiss to her forehead, and Y/N smiles slightly. “Let me fix it. Let me take care of you.” He whispers. When she’s fully undressed, the cold air chills her skin, and she can feel her nipples hardening. Yet, being so bare in front of Max, letting him see every inch of her naked, exposed body makes her feel like she’s on fire. Max’s eyes move lower, and Y/N feels the heat rising. Gently, he takes her hand, helping into the bath. The bubbles brush against her skin, and she leans back into the warm water.

Max rubs soap and lotion into her skin, delicately running his fingers along her skin as he does so. The sensation sends a shockwave throughout her body… but she likes it all the same. It’s nice to finally feel more comfortable around Max, to feel loved by him. He peppers kisses along her skin, and this time, Y/N doesn’t flinch away from him.

He’s here to take care of her.

To give her what she needs.

What she’s always needed.

Once the bath is over, Max hands her one of his shirts to put on. The material drapes over her body, almost like a dress. Although, it’s comforting, and the material feels good against her skin. “You look good.” He smirks. “Now it’s time for bed.”

“No. Please don’t make me go back there. I don’t want to be alone.” She begs, whimpering slightly.

“Shhh, shh. You’re not going back there.” He promises. He leads her out of the room, taking her down the hallway. As they walk, Y/N finds solace in his heartbeat once more. She inhales his scent, letting it permeate her entire being. She never noticed how nice he smells. So inviting, so alluring. She’s so consumed by Max’s scent that she doesn’t even notice that they’re in another room. Almost immediately, she can tell where she is.

Max’s room.

She climbs onto the bed, sinking into his mattress, feeling better almost immediately. As Max goes towards the door, she speaks once more:

“Please don’t go. I don’t want to be alone.” Max peers down at her.

“You want me to stay with you?” He asks. Y/N nods, and he chuckles, grinning like the cat that got the cream. “Of course I can.” He climbs in beside her, finding her hand in the darkness and intertwining his fingers with hers. As he looks down at her, his eyes tracing over her jawline, Y/N registers her heart beating ever so slightly faster, and she finds herself suddenly struck with a desire to reach out and touch Max. To run her fingers along his chest and through his hair. To pull him closer, wrap her arms around him, and kiss him deeply.

“No. This is wrong.” A voice in her head sounds.

But yet, something about it feels so right.

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispers. “I’m so lucky to have you here with me.”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Y/N awakens in Max’s bed sometime later, already feeling much more rested than she ever had before. She rolls over, expecting Max to be there, yet only finding empty space. Her heart sinks with disappointment, and she sighs. For a moment, she sinks her nose into his pillow, inhaling the scent that makes her heart feel like it’s beating a million miles a minute. She stretches out, grabbing his bed sheets, intertwining the material through her fingers. She feels better, more comfortable, even sleeping through the night without having another nightmare.

And it’s all because Max was there beside her. Maybe he’s better for her than she thought. As that thought dawns on her, she registers her heart rate beating ever so slightly faster. But this time, she realises she loves being taken care of by Max. After so long being locked away like a prisoner, this brief glimpse of freedom, of care and of love, means so much to her. Hopefully, all her mornings from now on start like this.

Before she can think too much about it however, the door opens and Max appears, the sight making her smile.

“Afternoon, sleepyhead. I have something for you.” He grins, holding out a box. When she sees the lettering on the box in his hands, Y/N gasps. The box is from her favourite bakery. She only mentioned it in passing to Max one day in class, talking about how much she loved their desserts. Max passes the box over, and she opens it, seeing two eclairs.

“Max… you remembered.” She whispers.

“Y/N, I remember everything about you. And besides, I feel awful after the nightmare you had last night. You deserve something nice.” Quickly, she grabs one, taking a huge bite. As the sugar rushes through her blood, Y/N can’t stop a smile from spreading across her cheeks, one so wide it almost takes over her entire face. After spending so long locked away with no form of happiness, being given something like this is just what she needed. And the fact that Max gave it to her, that he cared enough to get her something that he remembered makes her happy after such a horrible night… makes her heart flutter once more. “That was incredible. Thank you.” At the sight of her smile, Max grins.

“You’re welcome. By the way, you have some….” Without another word, he reaches out, brushing some chocolate off her cheek. The sensation of his thumb brushing against her skin feels like her skin is on fire.

“Oh.”she murmurs, as all the blood in her body rushes to her cheeks. As Max looks down at her, his eyes tracing over her jawline…Y/N registers her heart beating ever so slightly faster. Without another word, Max leans in, pressing a kiss to her lips. His kiss sends another shockwave through her body. Hungrily, Y/N pulls Max closer to her, deepening the kiss as he slips his tongue inside her mouth. A moan escapes Y/N’s lips and Max chuckles, his laugh reverberating through her entire body. They fall backwards, Y/N sinking into the plush sheets of Max’s bed once more as he climbs on top of her.

“You’re beautiful.” He murmurs, removing his lips from hers. As he does, Y/N’s gaze moves upwards, and soon she’s staring into his icy blue eyes once more. The same pair of eyes she fell in love with so long ago. Her heart pounds, and she gasps for air.

She’s never felt more alive.

Her hands fly out, grabbing Max’s shirt and pulling him closer to her once more.

Maybe being here won’t be so bad after all.

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Can you do a angst where mick and reader gets into a fight so reader storms off and ends up geting into a car wreck where mick is told she may not lived but she makes it through the night and when she walks mick swears he will give up drinking.

Wrecked || Mick Mars

[Mick Mars x Fem!Reader]

Summary: Mick has been started to drift away from you and you try to confront him but that leads to an argument where you storm off

Warnings: injuries, alcoholism, car accident, arguing, surgery, hospital

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Sitting on the sofa, you waited for your husband to return home. He promised he would be back by midnight but it was currently 04:30. You were growing worried, he had started coming back later than he said recently but only by an hour or two, that something bad had happened.

You were about to drop asleep when the door opened and Mick stumbled in. “Where have you been?” You ask as soon as he closed the door.

“Shit, Y/N,” he huffed as he went to sit next to you in the couch, “I thought you would be asleep.”

“Mick!” You shout, standing up. “you said you would be back by 12. It’s four fucking forty-five!”

“Hey. No need to shout,” he slurs as he tries to pull you back to sofa but you shrug him off, “I just went out with the boys after the recording and didn’t realise the time.”

“Why didn’t you call? I was worried sick!” You put a hand to your head in disbelief.

“I don’t need to tell you my every location,” Mick shrugs as he takes the glass of wine you were sipping on and drinks the whole thing. “You’re not my mother.”

“No I’m not. I’m you wife, remember?” You laugh in shock, “you’re a drunk. I thought I could handle this but you have gotten so much worse. Your leaving the house earlier and coming home later! I never see you. I miss you.”

“Don’t be so dramatic, Y/N,” he rolls his eyes, “you know who you married.”

“Yes I do know who I married and that man is not you!” You sigh.

“What the fuck do you even mean by that? You’ve been watching too many romcoms,” he breathes, he was starting to get annoyed. You glare at him before storming off upstairs. “Where are you going?!”

He follows you upstairs where he finds you putting clothes into a leather bag. “What are you doing?” He inquired as he grabs a bottle half filled with vodka from the upon the dresser.

“I’m packing my bag,” you nonchalantly say as you rush around the room.

“Why?” He furrows his eyebrows.

“Because I’m going to Heather’s and Tommy’s,” you say as you leave the room, the guitarist following behind.

“Why the hell are you going to theirs?” He huffs.

“Why?!” You laugh at him, grabbing the keys off the side table, “hmm let me see. Because my husband comes home nearly five hours late without warning or a hint of what you were doing, shit, for all I knew you were off galavanting with some blonde groupie! Or maybe because you prefer a bottle of vodka than your wife. Maybe it’s even because your drifting away and hardly talk to me anymore!”

The man looked at you in shock., “Honey, I-”

Before he could finished his sentence, you scoffed and left the through the front door, slamming it shut. You walked through the front garden to the car in the driveway.

You didn’t realise how dark it was and how fire you were until you were on the road. You couldn’t see a damn thing and the street light were not working. It was only last second when you saw the head lights in front of you.

Mick was sat on the sofa where he found you on, in shock, for a good forty-five minutes. He decided to call Tommy’s house and attempt to talk to you and apologises. “Hey man! What you doing calling at six in the morning? Shouldn’t you be all snuggly with wifey?”

“What? She said she would be going to yours,” he froze.

“Why would Y/N be at my house?” Tommy chuckles.

“We had an argument and she said she was going to be!” He explained, “fuck. I shouldn’t have let her drive in the dark.”

He slammed the phone down and tried to think if there is anywhere else you could be. The phone ringing interrupted his thinking. He picked up the phone as, “Y/N?!”

“Sorry no,” the woman apologised before explaining the car crash, “we had to rush her into surgery, you’re her emergency contact.” Mick waisted no time in rushing out the door and into his car as he sped to the hospital.

“Y/N Mars. I’m looking for Y/N Mars,” he told the woman at the front desk of the ER. The woman nods and notions a nurse to lead Mick to a waiting room and tells him to wait there.

Twenty minutes had passed and he still hadn’t been told anything. For all he knew he was waiting for someone to tell him that you didn’t make it. He has never been so panicked in his life.

“Mr Mars?” A masculine voice asked, bringing him out of his thoughts.

“Yes.” He nods.

“Ms Mars is currently in surgery with the best surgeon in LA,” the doctor informs. He then goes on to explain what your state was and what injuries you had.

“Will she make it?” Mick interrupts his information to question.

The doctor looks down, “I’m afraid we cannot give an answer to that question at this moment. Ms Mars came into this ER in a very bad state. She was impaled through her abdomen, yes it didn’t go through any of her vital organs; however when the paramedics got to her she had lost a lot of blood.

The doctor left Mick sat in shock. The thought of the last thing that happened between the two of you was an argument. He thought about what you said even more and realised you were right. He has been growing away from you and he didn’t have a good reason for it. He thought about how you believed he might even been having an affair. You were right. He was a drunk and always had a bottle of vodka in his hand.

He came to the conclusion that he would cut back on his drinking habits until he stops completely. He vowed that he will tell you how much he loves you every single day, that is if you wake up.

He had no idea how much time had past when a nurse walked up to him, “Ms Mars is out of surgery and is in room 201. She is going to be fine.”

Mick wasted no time to walk as far as he could to your room. You we led unconscious on the hospital with wires and tubes all around you. He sat on the chair beside the bed and admired you. There was large cute on your forehead, legs and arms with bruises littered all over your body. “Y/N, I’m so sorry,” he sighed, “this is all my fault.”

“Mick?” Your eyes slowly opened, “what happened? Where am I?”

“When you left you got into a car accident,” he explained, strand of hair behind your ear, “you were I surgery and, shit, I nearly lost you. I’m so so sorry Y/N.”

“Mick-”

“I shouldn’t have been such a dick of a husband to!” He interrupts you.

“It’s-”

“I promise I’ll be quitting drinking for you and I’ll come home when I said I would, maybe even earlier!”

“Darling-”

“You weren’t being over dramatic, you were being totally reasonable. I’ve not been treating you right because I’ve been drinking more. And just so you know I would never EVER choose another woman over you, Y/N. I love you so so much and if you didn’t make it out that surgery room I would never have forgave myself for everything I put you through and how I let you leave the house and drive when it was that dark.”

“Honey-”

“It’s all my fault-”

“Mick!” You shout, leaving him silent and shocked in his seat, “its not your fault I crashed the car. I shouldn’t have stormed out the house at 5 am. I shouldn’t have ran away from the argument, it was childish of me, I should’ve talked you about it.”

“Y/N, you weren’t being childish. You had every right to do what you did,” he smiled sadly.

“You really mean all them promises?” You ask.

“Of course,” he nodded as he leans down to kiss your head but you pull him down to kiss your lips. “I love you so much, Mrs Mars.”

“I love you too, Mr Mars.”

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This is set in New York, Mike and Max are college roommates. The rest of the party is scattered across the country, with Will in California. Mike isn't happy about that.(Established Byler and Lumax)

Tw for alcohol use and I guess alcohol as a coping mechanism, it could definitely read as alcoholism though that wasn't my intention so uh.. tw for alcoholism just in case <3

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Mike wasn’t sulking. And he wasn’t drunk.

This is what he told himself as he sat on the floor of his apartment, pouring himself another glass of shitty wine.

He sighed and leaned against the couch as he heard the front door open. He listened to the jingling of keys as Max set her stuff down. He heard her go into the kitchen, then she came into the living room, still taking her jacket off. When she saw Mike she stopped in her tracks and fixed her gaze on him, putting her hands on her hips.

“You’re drunk,” she accused.

“N’m’not,” Mike responded, quite affronted that she would even suggest such a thing.

“And you’re sulking,” she added.

“Nope,” Mike slurred.

“We talked about this,” Max said, sounding a little sad.

And Mike knew they’d talked about it. They’d talked about the drinking and the sulking. He didn’t really understand the issue now though, seeing as he was not sulking or drunk.

Max sighed and strode over to him, tossing her jacket on the couch and sitting on the floor next to him, leaning against the couch so they were shoulder to shoulder. She grabbed his wine glass from the coffee table and took a sip as he lazily protested, “Hey!”

She waved him off as she gulped down half the glass and set it back down.

“You gotta put your jacket away,” he reminded her. Ever since Max lectured him about leaving his stuff laying around, he made sure to never let her get away with leaving any of her stuff out.

She scoffed and nodded, “Sure, Mike.”

He huffed. They sat in silence for a few minutes.

“I miss them too, you know,” Max finally said.

“Yeah I know, but-” Mike started.

“Yeah, I know. He promised,” Max said.

He nodded. “He promised we would go to college together and that we would never be apart cuz he said he loved me.”

Max chuckled. “Will loves you, idiot. You guys made that promise when you were seventeen. You know going to California was a big opportunity for him. You told him to go, Mike.”

“Yeah but I didn't think he’d actually go,” Mike said.

“Yes you did,” she reminded him, grabbing the wine glass and downing the rest, “This is terrible. Have you ever heard of beer? Or tequila?”

Mike rolled his eyes, “Yeah I heard’ve it. Have you heard’ve leavin’ me alone because you’re just bein’ mean and stealin’ my wine?”

“You really wanna be alone right now?” Max asked quietly.

Mike paused. Then sighed and opened the bottle of wine, taking a swig straight from the bottle and passing it to Max.

“How’s work?” he slurred.

“Same old. Asshole customers. Shitty tips,” she said.

“Did you bring me pie?” he asked pitifully.

“‘Course I brought you pie,” she said with a small smile, “you want me to get it?”

He nodded, and she got up for a second, then came back with a to go container and two forks.

“Did you eat dinner?” she asked.

He held up the bottle of wine to indicate that that was dinner.

She laughed and opened the container, “Okay good. Cuz it’s important to have dinner before dessert.”

“You sound like my mom,” he said, grabbing a fork and taking a bite.

She scoffed, “I’ll try not to be offended by that. Your mom’s pretty hot, I guess.”

“Ew!” he yelled, his mouth full of key lime pie.

Max shushed him, “We have neighbors.”

“Sorry neighbors!” he yelled, laughing as she slapped his arm.

“You’re gonna get us kicked out,” she said, fighting back a grin.

“Good, then I’ll just go live with Will in California,” Mike said.

“Yeah? You’ll drop out of school?” she asked.

Mike shoved more pie into his mouth and nodded.

“And you’ll leave me all alone?” Max asked, feigning sadness.

“No, you can come. But no room you gotta sleep in the closet,” Mike said.

“Wouldn’t it make more sense for you to stay in the closet, since you spent so many years in there?” Max asked with a smirk.

“That’s so mean, Max. I’m telling Lucas,” Mike said.

She laughed, “Okay, sorry. I’ll sleep in Will’s closet in California.”

Mike nodded in approval and they finished the pie in silence. Then Max set the container on the coffee table.

Mike sighed. “I wanna call him but he’s probably out with his art friends.”

“Yeah, probably,” she agreed.

Suddenly Mike felt his chest tightening, he let his head hit the back of the couch and squeezed his eyes shut.

“Mike. He’s coming to visit in six weeks. It’s gonna be okay,” Max said.

He nodded, but he couldn’t stop the tear that escaped. He wiped it away quickly.

God. He was drunk. And he was sulking. And he was crying, and in front of Max.

“Hey, Mike?” she asked quietly.

He didn’t respond, he didn’t trust his voice.

Then he felt small arms wrap around him and hair tickling his skin.

Max was hugging him. She must be drunk. He opened his eyes and almost asked what the hell she was doing, but she squeezed him a little tighter, and it felt… nice. Safe. So, he wrapped his arms around her and squeezed back. He didn’t have the cognizance to be embarrassed.

“Mike?” she asked.

“Hmm?” he hummed into her hair.

“We don’t have to tell the party about this,” she said with a laugh.

“Definitely not,” he agreed, but he didn’t let go. Not for a long time.

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Journey to the Past Ch 22

Bryan Kneef x reader Sorry this one took so damn long to get out. I kept getting stuck with it and working out the logistics of everything for this chapter. plus like... life... am i right? ANYWAYS, here ya go. enjoy this chapter. we enter the final plot arc now.

“Bryan!” Your shriek turned into a giggle as the man wrapped around your waist from behind, pulling you flush to him, his lips burying into your neck as they made home against your skin.

“What?” He chuckled, teeth scraping into you and you let out a soft moan, followed by a laugh as your hand tugged into his hair, pulling him off you.

“I have to go!”

“Oh come on.” He nearly whined, “it’s just a girl’s night.”

“And we spent half the morning fucking.” You laughed, turning in his arms to press a gentle kiss to his lips. “I’ve barely seen Kim this month. Besides…” you kissed him once more, “it’ll give me a chance to go through my apartment, see what I’m moving in versus what I’ll give away.”

“Fine.” He grinned, cupping your chin in his hand with a wicked grin, “I’ll accept that.”

“Thought you might.” With a grin you popped up on your toes to kiss him again before squeezing at his arm, “I love you.”

“I love you too.” He left a kiss on the tip of your nose that you let out a giggle at before you were finally able to turn from the apartment and disappear down the hallway to embark on your evening plans.

*

You managed to get to your place with enough time to spare, ordering some take out that would get there shortly after Kim would and cracking a bottle of wine that you poured a glass out of to drink in the meantime. You meandered into the bedroom, starting to make sure all of your personal belongings were removed, sorting through the clothes you’d left to either take home or be donated. It wasn’t long after that that you heard the knock on the door, followed by Kim’s voice and you called out to let her know you were in the bedroom.

“What’s…. going on?” She asked with a raised brow as she perched in your bedroom doorway, eyeing the piles of clothes and belongings strewn across the bed.

“Figured I should take some time to clean my shit out and you could probably help with that.” You gestured to the bottle of wine and empty glass, “grab some wine.”

“Oh fuck, I haven’t eaten since breakfast, I should probably wait for dinner first.”

“Raid the fridge?”  You suggested, “grab a non booze drink or some snacks?”

“You’re an angel.” She shot you a grin before darting off down the hallway, returning with a sparkling water and a power bar, settling at the foot of your bed, “So… you just get the urge to clean out or?”

“Well…” You grinned at her, pausing for a sip of wine, “I’m trying to downsize a bit, not really with the clothes but more with the other shit. And to figure out what I own that are super personal versus stuff I’d be okay with strangers being around on a regular basis.”

“What are you talking about?” She laughed and you felt a brief heat sink into your cheeks.

“I’m moving into Bry’s place.”

“Are you serious!?”

“Oh don’t sound so shocked!” You laughed.

“I just didn’t ever see you selling this place!”

“I’m not, at least not yet.” You laughed, tossing another pair of pants into a suitcase, “I still kinda want my own space, I figured I’ll list it on Airbnb, that way I can control who and when stay here and when I’ll be able to have time on my own, or if we wanna have a super drunk weekend or something.”

“I mean… that’s probably the smartest choice, you can make bank with that shit.”

“Exactly.”

“He really asked you to move in?” Kim took a sip of her drink, casting you a knowing look and you rolled your eyes.

“Are you judging?” You suddenly stalled, “oh god. Do you think it’s a bad idea?”

“No!” She shot back, “I think it’s a fucking great idea. Have you guys talked about any more of a future yet or is that like, on the back burner?”

“A bit of both.” You laughed, your head shooting down the hall as a loud knock echoed through your apartment, “I guess the rest of this will have to wait.” You tossed down a pair of pants, “movie and dinner?”

“Always.” Kim shot you a grin, following you down the hall and picking up what you’d need from the kitchen for dinner before making herself at home on the couch and picking out a movie while you paid for the take out.

You brought the bag to the coffee table and started to scoop things out onto plates, the two of you splitting things up as evenly as you could before settling into the movie Kim had picked. Conversation flowed easily between the two of you, commentary on the movie while you complimented the food, digging into takeout containers for more. You fell into the usual routine, laughter taking over when you weren’t paying full attention to the movie. It was a few hours later, the movie over, you were on your second glass of wine, about to offer Kim one when you noticed.

“You still nursing that Perrier?”

“It’s been a weird week.” She laughed, practically avoiding your gaze and you smacked at her leg.

“What is going on?” You asked and she took a heavy breath, letting it out slowly.

“Something that I really don’t want to do but I need your help with.”

“Okay?” You raised a brow in her direction and she huffed, her shoulders sagging before looking up at you in defeat, “do we need to immediately rephase into attorney client privilege or is it something else?”

“I think I’m late…”

“Like your period?”

“Yeah.” She huffed, “I forgot to track last month’s so I’m not sure when this one’s supposed to come and I’ve lost track of time and have no clue anymore. Plus the guy I’m seeing… it’s just super casual, he doesn’t want anything past a casual relationship and I’m fine with that, but this would throw a loop into things…”

“Okay, well you don’t have to really worry about things yet.” You assured her, squeezing at her hand, “either give it another week and wait for your period, or we can run down to the store and get a test for you to take now.”

“I’ve already got one…” She admitted, glancing up to you with a sheepish look on her face, “I think I’m just way too up in my head and freaked out to want to do it.”

“You could wait the week?”

“And send my stress levels through the roof?” She laughed, “I don’t think that’s ideal.”

“Okay, then…You know where the bathroom is.”

“Yeah, but they only sell these things in multiple packs and I’m trying not to freak out, don’t make me be the only one, please….so what do you say?”

“That you’re being ridiculous, but you’re lucky I have two bathrooms.”

“Oh thank fucking god.” Kim let out a heavy breath, “I just like, didn’t know what to do and then this tik tok trend popped up where groups of friends all take—”

“Babe… do you seriously think I have enough time to engage in tik tok?”

“You’re right.” She barked out a laugh, moving from the couch to dig through her purse. She pulled out the box, ripping it open and handing you a wrapped test.

“Take the hallway bathroom, we’ll set a timer, I’m sure it’s fine.” You gave her arm a squeeze and shot her a reassuring smile before you made your way into the bedroom and crossed through to the en suite.

This certainly wasn’t the first time a friend had come to you freaking out about something like this, or even asking you about your own experience. So with someone like Kim, you weren’t about to tell her no, she was your best friend and you finally knew why she had been acting so weird all week. You didn’t take long, popping the top off the test and quickly doing what you needed to do before putting the cap back on and wandering back out to the main part of the apartment to be the emotional support you knew would be needed. Wondering if Kim would finally be wanting wine or if it would be a night of non alcoholic fun. You placed your test down on the island, letting out a soft sigh as you refilled your wine glass, picking up your phone to kill the time. You smiled at a couple of texts from Bryan, shooting off a couple of replies to him, a few about how you couldn’t wait to come home to him daily, and it didn’t take long after that for things to get dirty.

“Sorry.” Kim’s voice nearly made you jump, her own test sliding onto the counter across the sink from yours, “I may or may not have freaked out again.”

“You’ve got nothing to worry about.” You assured her, squeezing at her arm, “besides, this is just step one, you never know what’s going to happen after this and there are always a million ways things can go.”

“I guess.” She let out a huff, taking a swig of her soda right before the alarm on your phone went off and she nearly jumped, looking to you, “fuck, do I really have to?”

“Just flip it over.” You let out a chuckle.

“Fine.”  Kim shot you a glare before doing so, her eyes settling on the small stick before she let out a heavy sigh of relief, “oh thank fucking god!”

“See! You’re fine!” You swatted at her arm, handing her a glass of wine and she laughed, glancing toward your unturned test.

“Are you gonna look?”

“I don’t see why.” You laughed, but you turned back to it, flipping it over and it suddenly felt like your entire world stilled at the sight of a little pink plus sign staring back at you. You felt absolutely frozen, pure shock taking over your entire system as your eyes widened briefly before you finally felt like you could breathe again. You blinked a couple of times, making sure you weren’t seeing something before you finally spoke, Kim’s relief not even realizing your awkwardness. “Are you sure yours was on that side of the sink?”

“What?” She glanced up over the rim of her wine glass, her eyes widening over the panic written across your face.

“Did you put your test down on that side of the sink or did you move around afterwards?”

“I… I don’t think so. I came in, put it down and waited.. I think?” She winced, “why?” You let out a heavy breath, running a hand over your face.

“Because this one’s positive.” You flipped the test over to face her and she let out a small gasp.

“Oh fuck.”

“Where did you get these?”

“CVS.”

“So like, not the dollar store?”

“No.” She laughed, “but I’ve heard they’re all the same accuracy…”

“This has to be a false positive.” You murmured, “fuck, oh fuck… you said these came in packs, right?”

“Yeah…” Kim replied cautiously, placing her wine glass down on the island, “you think we should do a round two?”

“Well considering this says that one of us is pregnant, yeah, I do.”

“I’m like ninety eight percent sure that I put mine down on this side.” She gestured to the island, “like you said, it’s probably a false positive, I mean, when was your last period?”

“I don’t keep track.” You admitted with a huff.

“Are you serious?”

“Kim! I’ve got shitty ovaries, or a uterus or whatever, my periods have been all over the place for like, ten years. I miss them regularly; it’s never been a concern.”

“Are you and Bryan using condoms?”

“No.” You groaned, “why would we?! Once we said we were exclusive it went out the window.” You let out a weary sigh, “what the fuck?”

“Hey, hey…” Kim grabbed at your arm, “you’re lucky these things come in packs…” she rustled through her bag for a minute, pulling out the box once again, “round two.”

“Christ…” You muttered, taking one of the tests from her before you both retreated back to the bathrooms you’d been in prior.

This time when you returned to the kitchen, the air was much more tense, only a few words exchanged between the two of you as you waited for the timer to go off. When it did you both let out a low breath, flipping over the very separated tests to make sure you knew whose was whose.

“Oh my god…” You whispered, a hand coming up to your mouth as the bright plus sign stared back at you, “this… I think this is actually real…” Kim’s hand came up to yours, gently taking the test from you as she flipped it to look at it.

“Oh shit….” She muttered, “you’re pregnant…”

“Yeah…” You glanced up at her, “I really didn’t think it was ever possible…. I mean they told me it wasn’t…”

“Maybe it’s a fluke… like you said.” She squeezed at you hand, “call your doctor, let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”

“Oh I know.” You huffed out a breath, a million thoughts swirling around in your brain, going a mile a minute, “it just seems so fucking surreal.”

“Does Bryan want kids?” She asked and you were suddenly sent crashing back to reality, remembering it wasn’t just your future you were thinking of.

“Oh god… I… I don’t even know. We very briefly talked about it, he seemed wary…. But maybe?”

“Okay, forget I asked.” She grabbed your arm, tugging you away from the tests and back toward the couch, “we’re gonna forget all of this, you’re going to make a doctor’s appointment and we’re going to finish this take out and watch the rest of this movie, okay?”

“Okay…” you let out a soft sigh, dropping down onto the couch beside her, letting yourself get distracted with the media in front of you rather than dwell on your thoughts and worries.

*

Bryan was in the kitchen, packing up his own dinner into Tupperware and doing a couple of dishes, rinsing out the bowl while he tried to decide if he was having another glass of wine or was going to swap to scotch. The noise from the front door pulled his attention, glancing up, his brow furrowing as you appeared around the corner, dropping a duffle bag onto the floor with a little sigh.

“I didn’t expect you home tonight.” He greeted with a warm smile, crossing through the space to kiss you softly.

“Guess I just missed you.” You replied with a soft smile, pecking him gently before moving through the room slowly.

“Wine?” He asked, crossing back to the island and lifting the bottle in your direction, causing you to stall, shaking your head.

“No, thank you.” You gave him your best smile, “I’m not feeling great.”

Bryan’s head shot up to look at you, watching the way you dropped against the arm of the couch, letting out a gentle sigh and he crossed the room to you a hand gently cupping at your cheek, “you okay sweetheart?”

“Yeah.” You smiled, leaning into the embrace, “just tired.”

“Alright.” He leant in, kissing you tenderly and you hummed against his lips, tugging him back for a second.

“Can…. can I ask you something?”

“Of course.” His thumb stroked across your cheek; his eyes soft as he gazed across at you.

“You want a future here, right?” You glanced up to him, your heart beating a million miles a minute as you did your best not to hold your breath.

“Are you fucking with me?” Bryan laughed, “of course I do. You’re all I ever wanted….”

“Okay.” You let out a shaky breath, smiling at the way he squeezed at your hand, “I just… fuck, Bry,” you let out a small laugh, sinking further into the arm of the couch as Bryan moved forward, his hand continuing to stroke at your cheek. “I don’t want to freak you out or anything, and I know it’s fast and kinda weird, we haven’t technically been together that long..”

“But time doesn’t really mean anything?” He murmured with a raised brow and you laughed softly.

“No, no it doesn’t.” You let out a breath, the wheels in your head spinning as you tried to put your words together. Considering how he’d reacted to a minor inconvenience before you were serious when you said you didn’t want to freak him out, and something like this might send him running for the hills. Kim was right, you should wait until after going to the doctor to bother bringing it up, there was still a decent chance it was false, you sighed, glancing back up at Bryan and you could feel the adoration pouring from his eyes onto you, “I guess what I’m trying to say is that I love you, and I love you more than anyone ever. I don’t need you to say the same back right now but there is no one else in the world I would rather spend the rest of my life with.”

Bryan let out a soft chuckle, nuzzling against you softly, “if you want me to buy you a ring, I will.” His lips hit yours softly, “because you are, without a doubt, the absolute love of my life, and I would give everything to spend my life with you.”

“I don’t need a ring.” You laughed softly, your hand coming up to catch his cheek, redirecting his next kiss to your lips, “but how about some cuddles? I honestly am fucking exhausted.”

“Whatever my girl wants, she gets.” Bryan smiled, kissing you gently before helping you up and guiding you down the hallway.

You couldn’t help but smile at the way he helped you out of your clothes, shifting you into comfortable pyjamas, making sure you were okay, a bottle of water by your bedside before he changed himself. He then wrapped you in his arms, pressing a soft kiss to your head, his hands ghosting over your body until they settled in a very affectionate manner. You weren’t totally sure, but you thought that you might have fully broken into Bryan Kneef’s soft side, one that wasn’t going to be reserved for just you anymore.

As you finally drifted off to sleep your thoughts shifted from whether Bryan would be as receptive to this news as you were or if he would go against his word and disappear out of your lives to ones of a long happy future with him. He had you tucked so tightly in his arms, nuzzling you deeper into the embrace with each breath, lips gently brushing against the top of your head, you felt safe, protected and most importantly, loved. And exactly where you needed to be.

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[sublieu]

𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤

.warnings: Squirting, Cunnilingus, shit talking [mainly from Chang'e], Drunk sex, very short [sorry, will update]

.basic info: This content is not for minors, if you are a known minor please leave or you will be blocked mainly for my safety.

.prompt: After having her on your talk show, you both go backstage to converse and drink wine...

.cr: ©𝐒𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐮 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐 ; 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝

"Thanks for having me on your show [y/s/n]! and don't forget to check out my latest cookbook, Bakers at heart!"

Chang'e speaks and waves her hands to the camera, the audience's woos and cheers crowding the audio as they slowly fade to black. With you and her sitting in your room and eating [f/d] and drinking red wine. Too drunk on your thoughts as you both laughed and carried on with yourselves.

Her once elegantly placed dress was now unzipped from the side, only showing her bra and her lace panties as she downs another sip of wine with you replacing her empty glass back to it's original place.

"So tell me, have you ever thought about your husband after the scandal?"

You'd start on the subject of her husband, she scoffs and takes another bite of [f/d] and replies rather half heartedly.

"Honestly I fucking hated the dude, poor little cuck can't even think for his damn self. But after waiting 5 years I finally own all the dog's stuff, his money, his house, and his precious cars."

She takes another swing of her glass and throws her feather boa to the floor, Staring at her reflection inside and drinks the rest of her wine and puts down the glass on the table; You on the other hand were shocked to even hear this from her mouth, putting down your glass as well to look her dead in the eyes to prove that she wasn't joking. Which was obvious from her side glance at you.

"What? You think I liked the guy? He even had a small dick, Like dude if you're gonna cheat atleast do it without getting caught."

And that's when everything clicked in your head, could Chang'e have been cheating on this guy after finding out for nearly 2 years before taking everything away from him? Only to feel her hands roam to your chin and thigh.

She continues to inch closer towards you, Her leg casually placed over yours as everything starts to feel dizzy again; Her gentle soft hands turning you to look at her as her lips inched closer and closer towards yours till she whispers in your ear.

"I've loved you for the longest time [y/n]~"

She mutters and seals the kiss with you returning it shortly after. Quiets moans and whimpers left your lips as your kiss slowly gotten sloppier and more obscene, Was it the wine talking or was she being honest? You'd think and brushed it off when you fell on the couch together whilst kissing, her hands roaming underneath your dress shirt and groping your chest.

Chang'e sat back up and continued taking off her skin tight dress, Giggling quietly as you'd eye her down for the first time. Her inmon tattoo stared directly back at you as she starts to take off your dress pants, only when you felt her fingers rub your clit would you snap back into reality; A soft moan left your lips after her fingers were slowly sucked in by your mound.

You wanted to look away, stop her even. But you couldn't stop, her fingers soaked in your juices as the pads pressed at that little gummy part inside you; Chang'e slowly going down to suck on your clit as you laid there and watch her made love to your pussy, her tongue ring twirling around on your sensitive bundle of nerves and leaving you in gasps.

Her moans rolled off her tongue as she kept kissing. Your hands now trapped in her silky, soft hair, Tears cascading down your chin as your head fell back on the arm of your couch; Your nails digging into the cotton and tearing its contents out the longer she messed with your pussy, her fingers going even deeper and causing a bubbly feeling to rise up. Almost as if you were gonna cum.

Afraid of what it was you tried to get Chang'e off your clit, but she just hummed and kept sucking. Already knowing what's bound to happen and even encouraging you to do it on her lips.

"Relax~ nothing bad's gonna happen I promise~"

She coos and fucks your pussy harder on her hand, lightly biting on the bundle of nerves before sucking and kissing it. Causing you to gasp and slur out her name, your sobriety slowly coming back after a while.

Your hands would hold her hair tightly as your sight flashed to white before it slowly started to get darker and darker, only hearing her voice as she came closer to snuggle with you.

"Hey y/n..." "Yea...?" "Wanna go for some KFC?" "... Yea... "

You tried to get up, only to fall down back on the couch, She giggles and proceeds to take up yours and her clothes as she kept conversation.

"I'm blind by the way" "Wait WHAT?!"

©𝐒𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐮 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐 ; 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝

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Just a Pint Part 2: Let's Make Him Drool

Story Summary: In which you are a new bartender @ the Crown and Anchor after moving across the pond from the States to escape an abusive ex. Ted is your first customer. Continuing on from Part 1 (read it here!)

Chapter Summary:

Keeley gives you some interesting information about Ted's opinion of you...and gives you a makeover. Later, you get real with Ted about your ex.

Pairings: You/Ted Lasso, Ted Lasso/Reader, Keeley/Roy, Rebecca/Sam.

Tags: Ted Lasso x You, Ted Lasso x Reader, slow burn.

Warnings: *Story wide: Mentions of abuse emotionally, physically, sexually. Language. Eventual smut.

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It had been nearly a month since you started bartending at the Crown & Anchor. Ted was a regular, and the two of you became fast friends.

"What's new Cindy Lou?" A friendly voice greets from across the bar. "Hi, Ted." You laugh, wiping down the bar with a dish rag. "How was practice. Oh shit, sorry, training?" You emphasize the difference.

He laughs motioning over to Beard who gives you a small smile. "Oh, just great. Beard here tried out a new play. It was a masterpiece."

In typical Beard fashion he rolls his eyes, "Picasso could never."

"Hey babes!" Keeley barrels through the door in a fluffy coat and a high pony tail. Ted had introduced you two since he thought you two "would be two peas in a pod. A modern day Lucy and Ethel." Turns out, he was totally right. "Hi Keeley," you greet her, getting the wind nearly knocked out of you as she hugs you from across the bar.

"You're looking fit today!" She grabs your arm. "Ted? Don't you think she looks fit?"

You both blush at the same time. "Oh, um," Ted stutters eyes darting to you, "You look great as always."

"Emm hmm," Keeley nods, smirking. "Right. Boys, go get us a table. We've got some girl talk to catch up on." She shoos them away effortlessly as you glare at her.

"Keeley what the fuck was that?" You whisper exasperated.

"Oh babes." She laughs, "He's got it bad."

"Excuse me?" You ask wiping away a stain on a beer glass rather aggressively.

"Oh please. Are you that blind?" She looks at you with her big eyes. "Roy says Ted is always finding ways to bring you up. Or, how did he put it? 'Ted's mentioning her so much it's like she fucking works at Nelson Road. He needs to grow some balls and ask her out.'"

"What? We're just good friends." Your brain is racing a mile a minute with this information and you steal a glance at Ted. Coincidentally he's already looking your way, and he raises his beer in a toast. You wave, flustered.

"God. What?!" You're having a hard time processing. Yes, Ted is, without a doubt, an attractive man. He's sweet and funny and kind. But so was Nick when you met him.

"Sooo," Keeley drags out as she leans across the bar. "Are we gonna go for it?"

"Urgh. Keeley. I just—"

"Babes I know your ex is a douche." God if only she knew the half of it. "But you've got to move on! You're hot. You deserve some action."

Suddenly a glass shatters from across the bar as a clumsy patron knocks it off of the bar and onto the floor.

Flashback:

"I saw you looking at him!" Nick shouts. "You wanted to fuck him. Admit it."

"Nick, baby, please." You try to reason with a drunk Nick. The two of you had attended a wedding for a friend and one of the groomsmen had complimented your dress. This was enough for Nick to excuse you both from the reception early.

"Such a fucking whore." He glowers at you.

"Nick. You're the only one I want, baby listen—" he grabs both of your shoulders throwing you against the apartment wall.

"Don't you dare tell me to listen." He turns away from you and grabs his empty wine glass, hurling it at the wall next to your head. It shatters loudly next to you, and glass falls into your hair as you sink to the floor.

Present:

"Hey, you okay?" Keeley asks.

You nod, shaken. "Oh, yeah. Sorry. The noise it just...shocked me."

She eyes you cautiously. "Okay well, if you need to talk about anything. You've got me. Okay?"

"Thank you, Keeley. But it's okay, I'm good." You grab a dust pan and head to clean up the mess.

"Well good." She follows you like a puppy. "Are we still going out tonight with the crew? I have some outfits that I picked out just for you." She sits on a barstool next to where you kneeled down to clean up the mess.

"Keeley, I love you, but you are a tiny thing. There's no way I can fit into your clothes." You laugh.

"Not with those tits." She points to your chest, "Please. I went shopping." She smiles widely.

"Tell me you didn't spend money on me." You say with a scolding tone.

She shrugs. "My place after your shift. Let's make him drool." She winks and tips her head in Ted's direction.

"What am I going to do with you?" You shake your head as she hops off the barstool and blows you a kiss, joining the guys in the corner.

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"Keeley. This was a bad idea. I look ridiculous." You say, tugging nervously at the short hem of your dress.

"On the contrary," Rebecca chimes in, "You've never looked hotter." You tried to smile, nerves eating at your stomach. Rebecca had become a fast friend. She was intimidating and successful and literally everything you wanted to become.

"God, Rebecca, can you even imagine Ted's reaction when he sees her?" Keeley laughs, taking a swig out of an open champagne bottle.

The three of you walked from Rebecca's apartment to a club down the road. Richmond was on a five game winning streak, and the team and staff were ready to celebrate. You were, according to Ted, an "honorary staff member." Whatever that meant.

"I reckon we'll have to pick his jaw off the floor," Rebecca snorts.

This was definitely not your usual attire. You were more of a jeans and t-shirt type. Keeley had forced you into a tight black dress that hugged your curves and the neckline dipped slightly lower than you'd prefer. It was "tastefully slutty," as Keeley described.

Rebecca threw the door to the club open with effortless authority after giving the bouncer your names. The three of you walked towards the back of the club, where the Richmond players and staff claimed the majority of the roped off tables.

Keeley makes a beeline for Roy, and you turn to see Rebecca heading in Sam's direction. So much for girl power.

"Oi," a voice says looking at you, "Have we met?"

You introduced yourself with a smile, and shook a young, handsome man's outstretched hand.

"I'm Colin. I play for Richmond," he smiles.

"I gathered that much," you joke. He was nice enough, asking you how you knew Rebecca and Keeley, and promising to make a pit stop at the Crown & Anchor sometime soon.

Your eyes scan the room as he goes on to explain the play that won them the latest match, which, quite frankly, went over your head.

Ted is looking in your direction. His eyes are darker than usual, and his hands grasp a beer tightly. Was Keeley right? Was he...jealous?

Why did this make your heart race? He was a friend. You decide to test if this is truly the case. You reach up and touch Colin's arm during his story. Laughing a bit more loudly at his jokes.

Suddenly a rather frazzled looking Ted is right next to you. "Hey, there." He says looking at you, shifting on his feet and ignoring Colin completely. That wasn't like him.

"Hi Ted!" You greet him with a hug, and you instantly feel him rest his hand on your lower back.

"Colin," Ted finally addresses his player, "I see you've met the best bartender in Richmond."

You roll your eyes at that one.

"Surely the fittest bartender," he says smiling.

You blush. What is happening right now?

Ted nods looking down. "Um, so can I get you a drink?" he asks looking at you hopefully.

"Definitely." You smile. "See you around Colin," you say walking next to Ted toward the bar.

"Never seen Colin so taken before," Ted says, a slight edge to his voice.

"He's a nice guy," you state, not offering anything up. You look around the bar again to see Keeley and Rebecca sneaking glances at you and Ted. You roll your eyes at them.

Looking back at Ted you see him taking in your dress, eyes lingering just a little too long. "Um, so, what'll it be?" he asks as he grabs the bartender's attention.

"Whiskey soda," you answer quickly.

"I like a gal who can hold her liquor," He says turning back to the bar. That was flirtatious. Right? God men are confusing. This is so confusing.

The night passed by quickly. You spent your time meeting more of the team, dancing with Keeley, and trying to curb your nerves with whiskey sodas.

By the end of the night you were...tipsy.

"Woah there," Ted says with a slight laugh as you sway into him slightly. He had offered to see you home safely, and Keeley nearly jumped out of her skin when the two of you exited the club together.

You laugh, "Sorry, sorry. I haven't gone out in awhile. My ex didn't like me going out with friends."

His brow furrows and he looks at you intently, "What do you mean?"

"Nick," you hiccuped then covered your mouth embarrassed. "Shit. Sorry. Nick liked me to stay at home. Thought it was less of a risk."

Ted's demeanor shifted completely. No longer jovial and light hearted and suddenly serious and concerned. "Less of a risk of what?"

"Of men talking to me. He hated that." You stopped walking as you reached your flat.

He shook his head, looking down at you. "He sounds controlling."

"Oh you have no idea," you shook your head.

"Hey, can I ask you something?" He tucks a stray hair behind your ear, and your heart hammers in your chest.

"Um," You're suddenly nervous. You said too much. Damn whiskey sodas. "Yeah, sure."

"The other day, at the bar. You seemed real shook up when someone shattered a glass. Did Nick ever..." he struggles to find the right words. "Did he ever, get physical with you?"

You look down unsure how much you want to reveal. You had known Ted for almost a month now. This seemed too soon to share. Right?

But the words were bubbling up before you could stop them, "I made him angry sometimes," You say shrugging your shoulders.

His silence makes you nervous. He probably thought you were damaged goods. A total headcase with relationship trauma. So you continued talking to fill the dead air.

"It started off with him just yelling a lot. Then he'd grab me occasionally. Only like, once a month, if I made him angry. But then it got more frequent. I started having to cover my bruises. He started coming home drunk and forcing himself on me." You look down ashamed. "It wasn't until he choked me so hard that I blacked out that I considered leaving." You're holding back the floodgates now. You'd never told anyone. But something about Ted, looking at you intently, on this dimly lit street made you feel safe. "And I'm scared. I'm so scared, Ted." Tears welled in your eyes.

"Hey now," he says, pulling you in for a tight hug, rubbing his hand up and down your back. "I'm so sorry. I'm so, so sorry." He rocks you back and forth, still holding you, "You have to know you didn't deserve that. You deserve so much more." He whispers into your ear.

You sniffle nodding, "I think I know that now." You laugh looking down at your attire. "God if he saw me like this—"

"He'd have to go through me." Ted said, looking at you right in the eyes, "And I must say despite what your ex may think," he pauses stepping back to look at you, "You look absolutely beautiful. I couldn't keep my eyes off of you the entire night."

You wipe an excess tear away, looking at the cobble stone. "You don't have to say that, Ted."

He shook his head, running his hands through his hair, "When you walked in, swear I choked on my beer. I must've looked like a damn cartoon."

You laughed, "So I guess I need to tell Keeley that our plan was accomplished."

"What's that now?" He smiles, wiping your damp cheek with his thumb.

"I made you drool." _____________________________________________________

Hi! Thank you for the support on my first fic :) I'm thinking of picking up where we left off...maybe some smut?

#ted lasso x reader #ted lasso x you #ted lasso fanfic #ted lasso fanfiction #ted lasso

[jayvikbrainrot]

Not exactly a drabble prompt more like a headcanon and maybe you can do something with it lmao

ok so

Jayce, despite having a big complexion, has 0 alcohol tolerance. He can get absolutely wasted with half a glass of red wine.

Viktor, true to his russian motiff, drinks strawberry vodka shots like apple juice. It`s incredible hard for him to get drunk, and even when he *does*, he is one of those stoic drunkers who can pass for sober.

So in a party Jayce is like "Nooo stay away from the champagne, It`s you are gonna get drunk 😭😭" And Viktor is like "???"

Cut to 3 hours later and Viktor dragging an extremely clinging Jayce across his living room

Sorry this is so late! This was fun! (Even if I’m telling on myself because this is EXACTLY how I would act when I used to get piss drunk >>)

Tw: alcohol, tw: drinking

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When Jayce told him the drink was strong, Viktor thought he was joking. It was more juice than wine. Some bubbly thing a co-worker ordered to start. He had never been to an academy mixer but if this was the standard he felt he was in for a night of disappointment.

Luckily after that the group spread out. Sky introduced him to a mathematician who had some interesting things to say on chaos theory that were up and coming in his field. After two whiskeys, a bourbon, and a shot of something bitter and liquorice, he was finally feeling something. Enough to take the edge off at least.

Unfortunately, that is when Sky intervened.

“Hey Viktor, can you go check on Jayce?” She said, glancing over where he was holding counsel with professors.

He seemed fine. His face was flushed and he was guesticulating a little more than normal but... He gave Sky a nod, and excused himself from the conversation.

As he approached, he started to get more wary. Not only was Jayce moving a bit more, but he was loud, loud enough that several tables were unoccupied around him. Of course that didn’t stop others from hanging on his every word.

Getting closer, Jayce locked eyes with him, a wide smile forming on his face. “There he is!” he nearly yelled. “That's the genius I was talking about!”

All heads turned to look at him. Oh. Jayce was drunk.

Viktor awkwardly nodded at the collective. “Hello...everyone...” Jayce seemed to lack all awareness of his surroundings. “Jayce, might I have a word?”

“Yeah, what do you need!” He said a little too cheerfully. Not moving from his seat.

This was painful, how much had he had to drink? “Privately. Please?”

“Oh. Oh yes! Yes I can do that!” Jayce said enthusiastic to do a simple task. In his eagerness to get up, he nearly knocked his chair over and came to stand way too close to Viktor. He wasn’t swaying at least and he didn’t smell heavily of alcohol. Viktor looked around, the bar was awfully crowded at this hour. They might need to step outside.

“Come on then.” Viktor mumbled, leading his larger friend out of the building.

As soon as they were outside Jayce hissed at the temperature change. “Heeey it’s cold out here, let’s go back inside.” he whined.

“Jayce, no. Also what happened to your jacket?” Jayce was down to just his shirtsleeves. And he was hastily trying to roll them down to combat the slight chill.

“Um...I don’t remember...” He stuck out his lip in a pout. Viktor could not believe his eyes.

“Jayce, how much have you had to drink tonight?”

“Not like...a lot!” He was a terrible liar, and Viktor’s skepticism must have shown because he just kept talking, “No no no really, like it wasn’t anything. I’m fine! Maybe I’m loud,” He said, spreading his hands wobbling a bit, “but we’re talking, we’re having a conversation! Just talk to me Vik you’ll see I’m fine!”

Nevermind that the logic was baffling, clearly by having this conversation anyone could tell he was smashed. He needed to apply drunk logic to this situation.

“Jayce the sooner you tell me what you drank, the sooner we can go inside.” he said calmly.

Jayce stuck his hands in his armpits and wiggled a bit, rolling back his eyes like he was trying to remember.

“Wine and beer.”

Unhelpful. “How much wine and beer?”

“A wine. A beer.” He said in a sing-song sort of way.

Viktor blinked. That shouldn’t be possible. Jayce was a good head taller than him and built like an ox. How could a single wine and beer do this to him?

Jayce started bouncing a bit. His cheeks were flushed and that ridiculous pout returned. “Can we go back in now?”

Viktor couldn’t let Jayce go back inside to keep drinking. He had to take him home before he made more of an ass out of himself. He sighed, but not before finding his jacket.

“Yes, we need to find your jacket. Then we can go home.” Viktor said plainly.

“What? Home? Nooo.” Jayce whined, “But this is your first time at the mixer, I want you to have fun.”

“I had fun and now I would like to go home.” He needed Jayce to come with him, “Please Jayce? Let’s go back to your apartment.”

Jayce petulantly turned away, “But I wanted to hang out and drink with you...” he mumbled.

Viktor did his best not to sigh again, “Well...I am done drinking for tonight. So how about we go back to your apartment and...” to borrow a phrase, “hang out there.”

Jayce’s face lit up. “You mean it?”

“Em yes...” Nevermind that he was going to try and get Jayce in bed as soon as possible. “Now, let's try and find your jacket and head home.” He said one last time, because he had no confidence that Jayce retained any of it.

“Okay.” And Jayce smiled so sweetly. Genuinely happy to make Viktor happy.

Viktor turned to go inside, but Jayce laid a hand on his arm, “Ooh oh shit, Viktor wait! I just remembered, I had another half a beer.” He said terribly chagrined,“...can we still go back inside? I’m sorry I forgot.”

Viktor blinked, “I…yes Jayce we can still go inside.”

—-

Thankfully they were able to gather Jayce’s things. A few of the professors had taken to watching over them in his progressing inebriated state. From there it was easy enough to call a taxi to take them back to Jayce’s. It was not easy however to ignore how their cab driver was watching them from the driver's seat. Jayce’s growing fame seemed to draw more eyes by the day.

It didn’t help that Jayce was in quite a state. He didn’t want to sit on opposite sides of the cab, he wanted to sit next to Viktor. So he crawled into the middle. He leaned most of his weight onto him and asked, “Which place are we going? Mine?” In a terrible attempt at a stage whisper.

Viktor made eye contact with the cabbie, instantly blushing. “Yes. I’m trying to get you home to bed.”

“Aw bed? Noooo you said we could do other stuff!” Jayce said, getting right into Viktor’s personal space.

He didn’t have time for this. “Jayce, we are in someone’s cab right now, let’s talk about this at your apartment.” He whispered. “We’ll hang out there, alright?”

“Fine...” Jayce mumbled, leaning harder into him, “You’re so bony Viktor. What’s with that.” he whined.

Viktor could not wait to be done with this.

---

After a brief fight over Jayce’s keys, they were finally inside. Jayce unceremoniously flopped onto his couch, without taking his shoes off, and started prattling about...well as best as Viktor could make out, a wizard.

Thankfully he had been in Jayce’s apartments before, so he knew his way around the kitchen enough to get them both water.

“...Did you know that Felix’s last illusion involved a real tiger? Like a real one, he brought it on stage and everything, he was amazing. He had the coolest tattoo’s, Viktor do you have any tattoos?”

“No. Drink this.” He handed him the water, then gently prodded him to get up. As he didn’t trust him to have the sense to avoid trying to drink it lying down.

Jayce moved from his stomach to a sitting position, took the water and began to gulp its contents. Viktor tried not to stare as it dribbled down his chin.

“Your shoes are still on, you know?” He took a seat beside him.

“Ah shit…” he mumbled.

That earned a smirk, Jayce was pleasantly amenable in this state. A little like an eager to please toddler, if that toddler was 6 foot something, made of solid muscle, and took to swearing liberally.

With his shoes kicked off, he leaned back, glass pressed against his chest. With an absolutely lopsided smile plastered on his face. “Hi Viktor.”

“Hi Jayce.”

“You look very cross with me.” He said playfully.

“I am just having trouble understanding how you became so drunk on so very little.”

“That’s hardly my fault.” He pouted.

“I wasn’t blaming you, I’m not even that mad. You… can just be a handful like this. That’s all.” Jayce was staring intently at him.

“It’s a very good thing you have two hands then.” He said seriously.

A beat passed.

Viktor burst out laughing. It was so stupid. What an absolutely dumb solution. Dumb. He dissolved into groaning unbridled laughter as Jayce was soon giggling alongside him. Unable to keep himself upright. His water sloshing out of his glass, as he slid down the couch.

“Ah fuck.” He giggled from the floor, which only made Viktor laugh harder.

When the laughter subsided, Viktor had a stitch in his side, and he was wiping away tears. Jayce was no better, head in his hands, still slightly wheezing.

“Are you even close to sobering up?”

“Ahhh,” he removed his hands from his face, wincing, “Mayyybe? I don’t want to be though…”

“And why is that?”

“Mmm, I like not having to think so much. It’s nice just to be with you and we don’t have to talk about work…” the corners of his mouth crinkled with a shy half smile.

“We can talk about magicians.” Viktor supplied.

“Yes! Magicians!” Jayce said enthusiastically. “I love magic!” Throwing his hands up in support.

Viktor smiled, “Heh, alright. Tell me about your favorite magician.”

Jayce lit up like a streetlight and launched into a rambling spiel about someone named Gideon. Viktor made himself more comfortable on the couch knowing this was something Jayce could talk about at length. He turned this new information around in his mind, Jayce wanted to talk more with him outside of work…he enjoyed his company. More than just as a work partner…It was nice. Jayce had always been very friendly, but it was nice to confirm it wasn’t just surface level.

“He was the best at up close magic, you know?” Jayce said enthusiastically.

“Right.” Viktor replied. And Jayce’s smile made the whole night very worthwhile.

#jayvik #thanks anon! #anon prompt #drabble #alcohol #cw: alcohol #cw: drinking #the fight was Jayce thought he lost his keys #Viktor could see them in his pocket #jayce asked him if he could take them out for him #and Viktor was like #no??? do it yourself???? #edit: fixed some formatting

[blueskrugs]

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april

Madison sees the Avs’ WAG jackets on Instagram the night they start the first round. The WIld had played the night before, an ugly loss Madison hadn’t been able to tear her attention away from. She could have had one of those jackets, sitting next to Syd and all the other girls. Instead, she’s back in her apartment in Denver, alone. 

She wishes she could have stayed in Minnesota with Tyson for the first two games of the series. She gets a text from Tyson after the game that’s just a thumbs down emoji. Madison “dislikes” it out of solidarity. Tyson doesn’t call her that night. Madison has to remind herself that it’s okay, that they don’t have to talk all the time.

She watches anxiously two nights later as the Wild drag out a win, clutching a glass of wine for emotional support the whole time. 

Before she can think too hard about it, Madison’s opening her laptop. She’s in the middle of searching flights to St. Louis when her phone rings. It’s Tyson, and Madison doesn’t hesitate to answer.

“I miss you,” she says, before Tyson can get a greeting out. She has perhaps had a little too much wine. 

He chuckles. “It’s been less than a week, baby.” But then he adds, “I miss you, too.”

Madison shoves her laptop away and flops backwards on her bed. Last minute plane tickets are so expensive. So are playoff hockey tickets, apparently. She wonders if it would be easier to just drive to St. Louis. “Wish I could be there,” she says next, even though she had just turned down Tyson when he’d asked her to stay. 

“Yeah, me too,” Tyson says after a beat. He doesn’t offer to fly Madison out again, though Madison can tell he wants to.

She doesn’t tell him that she’s only a few clicks away from buying herself tickets and meeting him in Missouri. Though she should probably do it while she’s not sober, before she can talk herself out of it in the morning. 

“Oh, good game, by the way,” Madison remembers to say.

Tyson huffs. “Are you already in bed?” Tyson asks. Madison can hear him banging around his hotel room, tinny and muffled where her phone has slid off her pillow. 

“Sorta,” Madison tells him. She pulls her laptop closer again. She could fly out after work and make it to the arena without missing too much of the game, probably. She winces again at the outrageous prices for the game. There aren’t even any good seats left.

Tyson speaks again. “Go to sleep, we can talk in the morning. I just wanted to say good night to you.” 

“In a minute,” she whines. She’s trying to remember her credit card number without having to get up and dig it out of her purse.

Tyson must hear her keyboard clacking. “What are you still doing on your computer?”

“Online shopping,” Madison lies. Well, half-lies. She is spending plenty of money right now. She triple-checks that her flight is booked correctly and that she purchased the ticket for the game before she finally slams her laptop shut and tosses it aside. “There, I’m done,” she tells Tyson.

“Buy anything good?” Tyson asks through a yawn. 

“Hope so, we’ll see.”

On Friday, Madison rushes off the plane, rushes through baggage claim, and rushes through renting a car. She’s cutting it close on time, with less than half an hour until puck drop. She drives as carefully and quickly as she can on the unfamiliar roads to the arena, one eye on the clock the whole time. The streets and parking around Enterprise Center are a fucking nightmare, but when she finally parks and makes it to the front doors, there’s still lines of people milling about, waiting to get in, too.

Madison checks her watch. Puck dropped five minutes ago. She pushes around a group of people who are somehow already drunk and towards the front of a line. All hockey arenas are the same, in a way, but Madison is immediately overwhelmed and disoriented. The first period is half over by the time she manages to get to the upper level and settle in her seat, but at least she finally made it. 

Madison takes a photo of the ice and texts it to Tyson with her usual black heart emoji. He’ll see it eventually. 

Madison has to keep herself from cheering too loudly for every Wild goal, surrounded by Blues fans as she is, and she’s probably one of the only people in the arena who’s happy when the Wild manage a neat win. 

She follows the throngs of people outside and back to her rental car. She has a text from Tyson waiting for her, just a string of exclamation marks. Another text comes through while she’s waiting for traffic to thin out, a request for Madison to call Tyson in all capital letters.

Tyson’s breathless when he answers Madison’s call. “What the hell are you doing in St. Louis?” 

“Surprise?” Madison says weakly. 

Tyson laughs. “Hell of a surprise, babe.” He must pull his phone away from his ear, because Madison can still hear him speaking, but distantly. “Hang on, I’m trying to get you the address of the hotel, you can meet me there, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Madison says. Tyson’s gone again, not really listening.

“Hey, I’ve gotta go, I’ll text you where to go, and I’ll see you soon, okay?” He hangs up without letting Madison reply, but he texts again seconds later with the name and address of the team hotel. 

Madison is anxiously idling in the hotel driveway when the team bus pulls in behind her. Tyson bounds off the bus almost before it comes to a full stop, and he races over to Madison’s car door and taps on the window.

Madison rolls down the window. “And what if it hadn’t been me in the car?” she teases.

Tyson is reaching through the now-open window to try and unlock the door, his tongue sticking out the way it does when he’s focusing on the ice. “I would have apologized. A lot.” He successfully presses the unlock button and yanks the car door open. “Come here, come here,” he says.

Madison laughs and climbs out of the car. Both of her feet aren’t even out of the car before Tyson’s sweeping her up in a hug so tight she swears she can feel her ribs shift. He sets her down and immediately cups her face.

“You’re here, I can’t believe you’re here.” Tyson narrows his eyes, and he squishes Madison’s cheeks where he’s still holding her face. “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me you were coming.”

Madison pries Tyson’s hands away enough to talk. “I wanted to surprise you.” Tyson’s teammates are still filtering off the bus, and they should probably move inside, too. “Can you let go of me so I can get my bag out of the trunk?” she asks.

Tyson considers this. He slides one hand down Madison’s arm until he can tangle their fingers together. He also leans into the car and deftly turns it off, holding the keys up with a grin. He nudges the door shut. “We can get your bag out of the trunk.” He proceeds to drag Madison around to the back of the car and drags her suitcase out of the back with his free hand. He stares between the suitcase in his hand and the open trunk before Madison takes pity on him and slams the trunk shut.

Madison hangs back while Tyson hands the car keys off to a valet, and then he’s dragging her towards the elevators, happily rolling Madison’s suitcase in front of him. At least the rest of the Wild players have all disappeared, sparing Madison from their stares and jeers. She tucks herself closer to Tyson in the elevator, suddenly self-conscious. Tyson kisses her temple.

Madison is suddenly exhausted as soon as they enter Tyson’s room. Tyson flips the light on as Madison kicks off her shoes. Tyson left the curtains open earlier, and Madison can see the Arch, light up above the river, through the window. She’s too tired to give it more than a half-hearted glance on her way to face-planting into the pillows. 

Tyson’s laughing when she rolls over and brushes her hair out of her face. “I’m so fucking happy you’re here,” he says, jumping onto the bed next to Madison, and, really, that’s all that matters.

The Wild lose the next game at Enterprise, and Madison holds Tyson tightly for a long time in the hall outside the locker room before he has to get on a plane. They lose again at home, then yet again back in St. Louis. 

Just like that, hockey season is over. 

Tyson calls Madison after the last game. He sounds like he’s been crying, but he tries to be cheerful for Madison. She just wishes she could hug him, but she’s back in Denver. She knows the Avs swept the Predators already, and they’ll be facing St. Louis next. It’s not difficult to imagine how Tyson feels about that. 

“Come home with me,” Tyson blurts. He’s on the phone with Madison, getting ready to leave his Minnesota hotel room behind. He survived locker cleanout and exit interviews, and now he’s ready to sleep for about a week.

Madison, in the middle of complaining at work, freezes. “I—what?” She takes another moment to process. “Aren’t you coming back to Denver first?” Madison knows his apartment sits half-abandoned, filled with things too difficult or unnecessary to move after the trade. 

“Well, yeah, but like, after. You should come home with me,” Tyson repeats. He’s been dying to introduce her to his mom for months. He hopes his mom likes Madison as much as he does. He is a little worried about his sanity if Madison and Kacey get along as well as he thinks they will, though. 

“I’ve never been to Canada before,” Madison says thoughtfully. She’s barely travelled abroad at all, except for one trip to the UK after she graduated high school. Her passport has been collecting dust since then. 

“So you’ll come?” Tyson asks. 

“Is there even anything to do in Edmonton?” Madison teases.

“There’s so much to do, like—” Tyson pauses. It’s been a while since he’s had to play tourist back home. Madison is giggling on the other end of the line. “Shut up, we’ll figure something out.”

Tyson feels like he can breathe properly for the first time in months when he steps out of the airport in Denver. He wonders if any place will ever feel like home the way Denver does.

Tyson had managed to wheedle JT into picking him up, and he even brought coffee. Tyson ignores the way it almost feels like an apology. JT has nothing to be apologizing for, but Tyson just sips his coffee. 

The apartment smells stale when they walk in. Tyson’s mom had done a good job of cleaning for him, at least, and there aren’t any dirty dishes still stacked in the sink. He and JT are quiet as they walk through the apartment, opening windows. Tyson feels like he’s walking through someone else’s life. He stares for too long at his bed, freshly made and untouched for weeks. 

He shakes it off and goes to find the moving boxes.

“So, this is it, huh?” JT says.

He could be talking about all the boxes they’ve spent the last few hours filling boxes and separating them into piles to be shipped off to Minnesota—Tyson finally signed a lease for an apartment there—or to be sent back home for his family to deal with. An alarming amount of Tyson’s clothes is Avalanche-branded gear, and more of it got packed away to keep than Tyson is willing to admit. 

He could also be talking about the end of everything they’ve known together in Denver. Tyson’s spent years accepting the fact that hockey is a business before everything else, has gotten used to the revolving door of teammates each season. It’s been a long time since Rookie House days with Kerf. Tyson is going to walk out that apartment door, and he’s never going to be able to go back. A chapter—or book, really—in the story of his life ended for good. 

Tyson sighs. “This is it.”

The apartment is stripped bare when Madison steps through the door, left unlocked by JT and Tyson.

She drops her laptop bag and kicks off her shoes, saying, “You should be more careful, anybody could just walk in here.”

Tyson drops the box he’s holding and whirls around. Madison winces as its contents rattle. There’s no time to say anything else before Tyson is bounding across the room and wrapping her in a huge hug. 

“What, no hug for me?” JT asks from somewhere behind them. Tyson turns to glare at him, but Madison shoots him a smile.

“Hey, JT,” she says. She lets JT drape an arm around her in a half-hug.

“Betrayal,” Tyson says. He is ignored. 

They leave most of the boxes for the moving company to deal with. Madison bundles Tyson into her car with his bags of clothes, complaining the whole time about wanting dinner. She lets Tyson hold her hand across the console as she drives him to her apartment. 

It’s not the first time Tyson’s been to Madison’s apartment, but it still feels strange to be there instead of his own. They’ve spent so much time there the past few months, watching movies on the couch, doing things other than sleeping in the bed. He misses it already, all the memories they made as they fumbled their way into a relationship. 

He says as much to Madison, expecting her to tease him for something so objectively dumb—to miss an apartment he lived in half of the time for like six months—but the look she gives him is almost sad.

“That’s a bit dramatic,” she says. Tyson pulls her in by the hips, letting her lean her weight on him. “But I guess we’ll just have to keep making more memories, yeah?”

Later that night, tangled up in Madison’s sheets, Tyson stares at the dark ceiling. He can feel Madison, looking rumpled and in his shirt, watching him. She nudges his calf with her toes. He doesn’t look at her, focused on keeping his eyes from welling up. Then Madison’s hand is on his cheek, turning his head towards her.

“How you doin’, bud?” 

Tyson lets Madison pull him close and hold him tightly. He slides a hand under her shirt and to the bare skin of her hip, just feeling the comforting warmth of her skin. 

“What if it’s never like this again?” Tyson whispers back. This—Denver and the Avalanche, friends who become family; Madison in bed next to him, loving him and wearing his clothes. Minnesota had been okay, but Tyson worked his ass off and never felt settled. Maybe it was the endless hotel life, maybe it was the team, maybe it was him. He feels like a child, begging his mom to tell him everything was going to be okay. 

Madison doesn’t know how to comfort Tyson. It probably never will be like this again. Madison can’t see the future, and she can’t promise Tyson anything, either. “I don’t know, baby,” Madison admits. “I don’t know.” 

Tyson doesn’t cry, but they both lay awake for a long time.

june

#cait writes things

[westernbitch]

chapter 5!!!

I put on a tight black dress and some turquoise boots. My hair was curled and pinned half up and half down. The turquoise and diamond necklace hangs between the v of my dress. Rip hooked my arm and led me and Beth to the head table. After greeting everyone, I finally made it to the table. Shane Smith and The Saints started playing in the background. I sat at the table with John on one's side and Beth on my other. Gator brought out food. Thank God. I started cutting into my steak and eating it. Before I could finish it, John reaches his hand out to shake a cowboys hand. Travis Sheridan and Tyler. They make small talk about work on the ranch and how Travis was going to be a big help while John was in office. I looked down at my new clothes. "Baby, you look like a thousand bucks. Give him a chance." I felt my body start to react to the thought of Tyler. "May I take Evelyn dancing Sir?" His deep smooth voice made me want to melt. "Son, you know my warning. Yes you can." I looked at John and then to Tyler. He shook John's hand and came around the table to pull my seat out for me. "Thank you."

We make it down to the pit where people are dancing. He grabs my hand and I feel a shiver run down my spine. "You look gorgeous." He said this before he waltzed me around the dance floor. He looks down at me with a shit grin. "Evy you're gonna be my girl." I laughed. This big ass cowboy just told me I'm going to be his girl. When the song was over, he led me to a table and we sat. "How is it going now you are here?" I hate small talk. "I mean it's good so far, besides from earlier, things are going smoothly." He started laughing when I told him I ran from them and ended up passing out somewhere on the ranch. He asked if I had a man, I said no. He seemed to like that answer. We talked for a while. Even though I hated small talk, I liked the small talk with him. "Do you work on the ranch?" Tyler explained how in the summers when he was in school he would come work for John. He just graduated with a degree in ranch management. Now that he was out, he would be taking over some stuff. He told me Rip was John's right hand man and he would be Rip's right hand man. He poured me another glass of wine. When I finally took my eyes off him and disconnected from the conversation, I realized we were the only ones still out here. everyone had gone home. "Can I walk you home?" His words felt sincere. I felt like I could start to like him.

I felt him looking at me. "Are you sure you're not too drunk Evy? You're walking a little funny" He laughed and continued to walk me home. "You would think this would have been an easy walk home. So many rocks. So many holes." As I say this, I trip. I tripped in ahole. "Evy! Hey are you okay?" His deep voice was filled with concern. He cupped my face in his hands. I looked up to meet his eyes. God they were stunning. I started to laugh. I laughed harder and harder. He stared at me, still cupping my face. Before I could say anything, he removed his hat and lowered his lips to mine. I felt a rush of energy shoot through me. His lips were exploring more than just my mouth. His lips traveled down to my neck. I let out a soft moan. I guess that turned him on. She lowered my back to the ground and started to kiss me. I felt my skin tingling. As he kissed me I felt his hand slide down and grip my ass. I moaned. Embarrassed, I stopped kissing him and started laughing again. "Come on, I need to get you home. You're drunk and I am not going to do anything until you're sober and positive." I make a pouty face as he picks me up and takes me to the front door. I found myself wanting to kiss him more. He knocks on the door. John answers the door. "Hi sir, I am bringing Evelyn home. We had some alcohol and she seems to be pretty tipsy." John guided Tyler in the house. "BETH!" I ran to hug her. She is sitting on the couch with her feet up on Rip. She pulls me on the couch. "Thank you Tyler. I will see you in the morning," Rip tipped his hat to him. "Goodnight Evy." His hat tipped to me and he had a massive grin on his face. As he opened the door, I felt sad. I wanted to see more of him. Carter walked in and kissed Beth goodnight. "Goodnight mom. Dad, i'll be up in the morning." I felt someone leaning me back. Beth held me. I started to cry. She's taken me in completely. She bought me clothes. "Baby, it is okay. We are here for you. Wipe them tears and tell me about the boy!" Rip grabbed my legs and started taking my boots off. "He said I was gonna be his girl." I started giggling and Beth did too. "He thinks he can call dibs on me. What a dumbass!" After a while of sitting, I started to drift off. "Evy, come up to your room. Beth wants to show you something." I stumbled behind Beth, Rip was guiding me by the shoulders. "Beth, are you sure she isn't yours," he was laughing more and more as I walked up the stairs. "This is your room. We are down stairs and so is your grandpa. You have a bathroom with a shower and a bath. I put all of your stuff in the closet. If you need anything, you come to me and Rip." I ran to the closet, it had all the clothes from today. I ran to the bathroom. Oh my God. The tub was the biggest bathtub I have ever seen. I got in the tub and stretched out. "No, come on. Let's get you in bed," Rip scooped me up and took me to the bed. I felt the sheets and sighed. "Goodnight baby," Rip leaned over and kissed my head. Beth did the same. I felt whole.

#angst #yellowstone #rip wheeler #beth dutton

[west-tokyo-incidents]

Paresse has something besides beasts and blood on his mind, even after the bloodiest wedding the underground had ever seen.

CW; blood and gore mentions and general over the top tooth rotting fluff.

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White gloves turned crimson and drying a deep brown. The blood flaking off with crackling sounds. The hem of her dress is heavy, torn down the front an hour ago to be able to move easier in it.

Black spikes weighed down under the wet spray of blood. Sleeves torn where emerald gauntlets had shredded their way out of the confines of black fabric.

It's everything the two ever were. Ever will be. Blood and love and gore and sweet kisses.

Paresse watches with a fondness in his eyes as the bride and groom slip away into the shadows for the night, hot, feral growls leaving one and blood crazed laughter from the other. He suspects they won't be heard from for days, if not weeks. The air is cool, and he leans back to look up. The projection of stars above almost give off the impression this was just some quaint, open air wedding. But it was broken by the stench of copper and the knowledge of how much they'd cashed out to make this illusion possible, the stars faded into walls at the edges.

He was beyond happy for the couple. Of course he was. This was everything they wanted. Chihiro was tucked away in bed and she and Jupiter had been with someone they trusted for the whole event. No kids to worry about, just adrenaline and blood and love.

Fussa was half drunk on wine and leaning against him, some blood drying on her face and good... "meat" in her stomach. Her blue suit stained almost as much as his own pale green one. The feeling of her hands in his when they'd danced still tingled even as she sleepily hummed along to the song that was playing. Rage had snuck away to go check on Jupiter not too long ago, but he'd been on Paresse's other side all night. He could feel the burn of Rage’s kisses in his skin still, the powerful light in his eyes when the event had been its highest still burned into his retinas.

Yeah, he was happy for the bride and groom... but, as he draped an arm around Fussa and held her close, Paresse had started to wonder what she'd look like in a white dress or how Rage would look in a white suit. Fussa would probably never agree to a dress, but it still didn't stop him from imagining it.

Her head jerked as she started to nod off and he laughed softly, "Do I need to carry you to bed? Tuck you in and get you a glass of water?"

She scoffed and shoved at him, "I'm fifty two, I'm not a baby!"

"You're my baby, hm~?" He kissed her cheek and she scoffed, despite her face reddening easily from the wine. She swatted a hand lazily at him. "Aww, and you're fighting bed just as hard as Jupiter does? C'mon, ol' girl, let's get you to bed." He hooked an arm under her knees and lifted, grinning at the little squeak she makes before getting her arms around his neck.

"Don't call me old, either." She mumbled, "I could live to be a hundred and two, you know. I'm in my prime."

"Damn right." He gave a little growl and she flustered, hiding her face in her arm on his shoulder. He chuckled and nodded to one of the guards as he headed on his way out. The party was finally winding down, it's time to start cleaning up. That guard, one of the queens' personal guards, smiled and opened the door for them before turning to organize the clean up.

The halls were quiet except for the soft click of Paresse's dress boots on the tiled floor and the slow breath of his woman in his arms as she fought to not fall asleep. Rage met them in the hall and smiled before falling into step. They talked about everything and nothing, all three of them still blood drunk.

At some point Fussa stopped responding. She'd fallen sound asleep before they got to their room in the Lunaire's upper floors. Gently, he lays her down and lowers her arms so they don't flop and wake her back up.

There used to be two beds in the room, but they'd long since been pushed together. Usually not all three were underground, and Paresse was the only one who slept here every night. The room always smelled like some kind of smoke, some kind of animal, and faintly of electrical burns. It was rare that all three stayed the night. Usually either Rage or Fussa had to be in the public eye Topside. Sometimes both. Paresse sat on the edge of said bed, moving a strand of hair out of his eyes.

Rage pulled up a chair and sat down, "You've got something on your mind..." His voice is a whisper, quiet and warm.

"...yeah." His eyes linger over Fussa for a moment, and then shift slowly over to Rage, lingering there, too, before falling to the floor.

"You're easy to read, love..."

"You know I love you both..."

Rage reaches over, "Paresse, we don't need a ring to know that."

"Neither do Kia and Vice." He takes Rage's hand, "How did I get so lucky and so cursed to have two fucking amazing people in my life? After everything I've done, I don't deserve either of you."

Rage wants to say they've all done terrible things... But Paresse has been a professional killer for far, far longer than either of them. He forgets that sometimes. They're the same age, but Rage's first kill had been after he and Fussa met Mizho and Paresse, about eight or so years ago. Paresse had been killing since mere months after being sold, more than thirty years ago.

Rage chuckled, "To be fair, any marriage wouldn't be legal, you're still a wanted man. You could probably marry us both."

Paresse makes a little face at that. Sure, that's true, but... "Let me pretend. I'd like to feel something like normalcy. It'd be a first for me."

Rage runs his thumb over his boyfriend's jutting knuckles, tracing his tendons and bones.

"Marry her." He finally says, looking up to meet his gaze, "And when her humanity catches up to her, I'll still be here. We can revisit this then."

"I'll marry you then." Paresse corrects, "And I'll ask her first."

Rage rolls his eyes, but breaks into a grin, "And you'll wait until after Kia and Vice's honeymoon because gods help the man who steals their spotlight."

---

Oh, and wait he did. Almost too long, really. His whole body seized when he started thinking about putting it into action. He's laying in wait with Vice, waiting for a command to strike if needed, when he suddenly asks.

"How did you do it?"

"I've committed at least forty crimes in the past twenty four hours, you're gonna have to be more specific, man." Vice sat his chin on his hand, elbow propped up on his knee.

"...sorry. How'd you ask Kia to marry you?"

"Oh. Balls deep and on accident. Post nut clarity is a bitch like that."

Paresse snorted and covered his grin, "I should have guessed. Nevermind."

Vice leans back, arms crossed, "Nah, don't 'nevermind' me. The hard and mysterious war vet thinking about getting hitched? C'mon now. Which one?"

"...Fussa."

"Figured." Vice just grinned, "I'll give you one bit of advice. There is no such thing as 'the right time'. Just fucking do it. Don't think too much about it."

"Like in the middle of fucking?"

"Do as I say, not as I do-- oh, shit, go time." The signal came in and they were off. But the conversation stuck with him and echoed around in his head.

---

One night, he's alone with Fussa in her office, his head in her lap as she works on an email. A soft sigh falls out ofnher mouth. She talks to herself under her breath, complaining about having to politely word how much she wishes this person would off themselves in a violent manner without actually saying it. He chuckles at her.

All of a sudden, an idea hits him. Just fucking do it. He shifts his weight and opens his mouth, "Hey, would you do me a favor?"

Fussa doesn't look away from what she's doing, "Yeah, whatchya need, sweet thing?" She starts taking a drag from her current burning stick of choice.

"Would you marry me?"

Fussa froze half way through her drag, eyes locked in place... before she slowly leaned back, took the end of the quellazaire put of her mouth and slowly blew out the smoke in her lungs. She took a breath of clean air and took her sunglasses off, looking down at him. The intimidating slow movements were greatly depreciated by the very confused and very surprised look on her face.

"...run that one by me again...?"

Paresse's ears turned a little red. He quietly pulled out a little ring box and set it on her desk, "I asked if you'd marry me?"

She stared as he opened it, her eyes on the ring inside, "This isn't a hypothetical, you're actually--"

"Yes."

She sat there for a moment, mouth half open before she stuck her smoke back in her mouth to give her a few more seconds to think, eyes suddenly finding something on the other side of the wall very interesting.

"I mean, legally--"

"I'm a fugitive and a mass murderer, legally. Fuck 'legally'."

Fussa took yet another drag and looked back down at him, only to see him staring at the floor, in the process of unwrapping and rewrapping a portion of his hand. A nervous habit.

She sighed out smoke, "What about Rage?"

"Rage and I have all the time in the world. You don't."

That hit her hard. She chewed on her tongue. He continued, not seeing her expression.

"I love you both, more than life. I want to spend the rest of your life with you. I've been thinking about this since Kia and Vice's wedding. I--"

"Yes." It's barely a breath but he heard it, head snapping up to look at her. Fussa shifts her weight and leans forward, smiling down at him, "God, yes..."

He's suddenly up, his lips on hers. She just smiles and kisses back. Her hands come up and cup his face for a moment before pulling away, "Guess I'm done working."

Paresse looks up as Fussa closes out her email and stands, one of her hands never leaving him. The other one picking up the ring and admiring it.

"I can't even think straight anymore, you bastard." She stood and dragged him over to the couch, laying against his chest. She pulls the ring out--the box is tossed to who the fuck knows where--and slides it on as his arms wrap around her and his chin sits on her shoulder. It fits perfectly. Of course it does, he'd bought rings for her in the past. The stones are set into the band of the ring, not lifted above. It's all synthetic, but it's gorgeous. A single white stone in the center, with blue and green ones framing it in the filigree designs.

He kisses her neck, and she looks up, "I'm not wearing a dress."

"Awww... but remember how pretty Kia's was after she tore it up~?"

Fussa groaned and rolled her eyes, "I'll think about it, but right now the answer is no." She cut off any further goodhearted whines with another kiss, smiling into it.

#look #some fluff before i rip it all out from underneath yall #something sweet before the kick to the teeth #fussa/paresse #rage/paresse #ress writes

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Broken Ankle

I felt apprehensive about leaving the house. I almost didn't. But my favorite manager was quitting and I didn't want her to think I didn't care.

After years of pestering my psychiatrist, I finally was allotted a small quantity of klonopin each month. They gave me something else for social anxiety but it doesn't really hit the same as the cloud of protection the benzos offered. I had a box of wine in the fridge too and I was proud of myself for nursing it for a week instead of bingeing it. I took some klonopin, and had a big serving of rosé. I was still nervous but I called a car and made my way up to the restaurant. I didn't feel too far gone, but I definitely felt buzzed by the time I got out of the car.

I ordered some calamari & some more wine. I think I did a shot too. We'd gotten a new natural wine so I tried some, and then I asked for a glass. I was drunk.

The chef came over to the bar and sat with me for a bit. He started telling me about a mosh pit he and some of the line cooks got roughed up in the night before. We started talking about injuries and I mentioned breaking my ankle in high school. After exchanging some war stories about casts and gashes, I realized I was getting a bit sloppy and decided it was time to go home. I settled up with the bartender and gave heartfelt goodbyes to my manager. I decided I would take the train to see a movie.

I never walked to the restaurant but I always walked home; it was a 2 mile downhill walk and it was always fun being drunk alone and feeling like I had a secret to keep. About a block and a half into my walk, I noticed that I was stuck behind an elderly man walking slow. In my attempt to overtake him, I slipped on the curb and lost my footing.

Snap. Fuck that hurt. I tried to get up but I couldn't. I sat on the curb and took some deep breaths. I felt my ankle swelling up in my heeled doc martens. I realized how drunk I was and remembered taking the klonopin. Idiot.

A pretty dyke ran across the street and offered to help me up, dropping her mail in the process and telling me she thought my knee had buckled. Once I was up I could stand, but I couldn't walk. I could tell I needed to get my boot off as soon as possible to asses the damage. I called an uber but it was going to take 15 minutes to pick me up. I needed ibuprofen and ice. I cancelled my car & unlocked a fucking scooter. I situated myself so my left leg was the passive one, and I engaged my thigh muscle with a bend in my knee, trying to bear my weight on my upper leg instead of my ankle.

I could tell I was in shock.

I got home in about 7 minutes. I got the boot off and got violently stoned. I took more klonopin. I realized I didn't have any ice packs. I put a bunch of ice in a 13gallon trash bag and laid down with my ankle elevated and puffy. I wasn't in shock anymore and I called my mom crying. I called my best friend and we decided I didn't need to go to the doctor. I'd had sprained ankles before and I told myself I imagined the snap I felt in my leg when I fell.

I waited a week to go to the doctor. I didn't have health insurance. When I got to the ER, they x-rayed me and the tech started laughing and asked me if I'd been walking & how long ago I fell. I told him a few days ago. Girl your ankle is broken! My stomach dropped. Fuck. I felt like a loser. I realized how stupid it was to mix my meds with alcohol. I thought about how stupid it was to get drunk and walk home alone. I didn't just slip and fall. I made a bunch of choices that led to me breaking my ankle when I was shitfaced at 6pm on a Monday.

I ended up taking 6 weeks off from work because you can't really run around a restaurant full of celebrities in a black velcro boot. I lost a lot of money. I got health insurance and a therapist. I tried not to drink as much on klonopin.