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bumblesimagines · 4 months

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this wasn't supposed to happen.

i did a number on your back. sorry about that.

we should do that again sometime.

Fiona Gallagher

we should do that again sometime.

this wasn't supposed to happen.

i did a number on your back. sorry about that.

Pronouns: He/Him/His, M!Reader

As consciousness seeped into his body and his senses slowly awakened, he was hit with a few realizations that quickened the process of waking up. He couldn't hear Génesis babbling away in her crib nor the loud strays he often fed mewling for food outside. The springs in the mattress beneath him dug slightly into his skin and the smell of cheap booze and perfume lingering in the air invaded his nostrils. The mattress abruptly dipped slightly and strands of hair tickled his shoulder, startling the exhaustion fully out of his system.

The room around him was unfamiliar. The walls were covered in chipping paint, there were enough clothes on the floor to give to twenty people, random bottles of water and beer were sat about in different places, and there were odd stains on the barely visible rug. The chaos and mess of the room made his skin itch. (Y/N) exhaled quietly and tilted his head to look at the owner of the bedroom. Shit.

"I can't wait for ya'll to meet them. I swear, they are the kindest people in this whole city." (Y/N) hummed, absentmindedly listening to his cousin's girlfriend go on and on about their neighbors, the Gallagher family, as he raked his fingers through his eldest daughter's hair and detangled the small knots that had formed. Veronica held his other daughter at her hip, cooing and clicking her tongue to keep the toddler entertained whilst they made their way over to the tall house right next door.

"V's right, (Y/N). You'll love 'em. Debs and Talia are gonna get along great." Kevin piped in and scrunched up his face at Génesis, a wide smile breaking out on his face when she burst into giggles and gleefully clapped her tiny hands together. Talia clutched her dolls close to her chest and tentatively peered up at the house when they entered through the front yard.

"I bet Carl's going to be tripping over himself when he sees Talia." Veronica giggled and gently pinched one of Talia's reddened cheeks, listening to her boyfriend pound loudly on the front door until it swung open and a teen's freckled face greeted them. He looked between them all curiously and a fond smile appeared on his lips when he noticed the bundled-up toddler in Veronica's hands.

"Hi, I'm Ian." He introduced himself a bit meekly and stuck out a lanky arm to shake (Y/N)'s hand before stepping back and allowing them to enter the house. The house seemed bigger with an archway connecting the living room to the kitchen and dining room. There were two staircases on opposite sides of the house leading up to the second story, nearly each step covered in toys and beer cans alike. It looked like a tornado had rampaged throughout the rooms but (Y/N) tried to contain his judgment and put on a smile for the family. Veronica had mentioned there was only a twenty-one-year-old managing all five of her younger siblings with their drunk father occasionally crashing on the couch.

"Oh, a baby!" A little girl not much older than Talia squealed and sprang up from the couch, nearly trampling her brother in the process of reaching them and earning a swift glare. She jumped up onto her toes and smiled widely as she delicately ran her finger over the back of Génesis's hand, cooing softly and introducing herself. "Hi, baby. I'm Debbie."

"Guys, I'd like you to meet (Y/N) and his daughters, Génesis and Talia. They're going to be stayin' with us next door for a little while so make them feel at home, alright?" Veronica called into the living room, barely drawing the other teenager and his little brother's attention away from the action movie playing on the television. She scoffed quietly and muttered under her breath before flashing the woman heading down the stairs a smile. The pretty brunette returned it and gasped softly at the sight of Génesis in her arms.

"Well, aren't you a pretty little thing?" She cooed warmly and chuckled sweetly at Debbie's fascination with the baby, one hand rising to comb back the hairs sticking out from Debbie's ponytail. He assumed she was Fiona Gallagher, the eldest daughter taking care of all the kids. Fiona was tall and slim, almost lanky like her brother but held a more at-ease air to herself than he did. The bags under her eyes were subtle, just barely noticeable, and her hair had been tied up into a messy ponytail that barely restrained the wavy locks. She looked up from Génesis and met his eyes. Her brows slightly lifted and her lips parted and closed, a hint of red spreading across her cheeks.

"Nice to meet you, Fiona."

He'd promised himself before leaving Kentucky he'd stay in his lane, that he wouldn't involve himself with anyone again for a while. Talia's mother had been one thing, someone he couldn't bring himself to be resentful despite her refusal to be in their daughter's life. They'd been two naive fourteen-year-olds messing around who faced the consequences of not being more careful. Becoming involved with Génesis's mother, however, had been his fault. The lengthy criminal record and history of short relationships should've been big enough red flags to abort ship before they could be tied together permanently, but he'd ignored them and her own recklessness led to her incarceration. Two failed relationships, two motherless daughters. With his shit luck, he could only hope Fiona was on some sort of birth control.

"Fucking hell." He sighed heavily and rubbed his palm over his face, making vain attempts at ignoring the subtle throbbing in his temple. (Y/N) pushed himself up and swung his legs over the edge, picking his briefs up from the floor and slipping them on. Fiona groaned quietly behind him and he peered over his shoulder at her as she rubbed her eyes and stretched out across the small bed, the mattress beneath her creaking with each movement.

"Jesus, I did a number on your back. Sorry about that." She chuckled and tucked some of her frizzy hair behind her ear a bit sheepishly. Fiona sat up and leaned back against the wall, one arm reaching out to rummage through the nightstand until she found a cigarette pack and pulled one out. Dangling one between her fingers in his direction, she said, "We should do that again sometime."

"No, Fiona, this wasn't supposed to happen. I- I have too much on my plate right now to deal with... whatever you want this to become. I don't need the girls getting confused either. I appreciate the warm welcome into the neighborhood but... for your sake and mine, we should just stay as neighbors."

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themultifandomgal · 7 months

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Sweet Pea- Grease Is The Word

Look At Me I’m Sandra Dee

That evening I'm at Betty's house with the girls plus Kevin. We’re currently trying to catch gummy bears in our mouths

"Okay, I'm gonna try it" Betty says opening her mouth. Cheryl takes some gummy bears and trying to throw them into Betty's mouth

"Whoo" we all yell when she does it

"Okay, can we please order pizza from Little Cicero's?" Betty begs. Toni scoffs a little "guys it's not a sleep over without a greasy pizza. Right Kev?" We all look over at Kevin who's sat on Betty's window seat looking out

"Kev?" I sit up from my position on Betty's bed

"Sorry it's just... working on the variety show made me feel like I was reconnecting with pre farm Kevin” I frown feeling confused

“Long story” Toni says, still making me feel confused

“Mr Honey didn't just take that from me. He made me feel like I was nothing. Like I didn't matter" Kevin sighs looking back out of the window

"You know something that makes me feel better?" Betty says “make over”

"I hear what your saying Betty but I'm not sure

even a makeover will help" Kevin speaks. Kevin's words mean nothing and the girls all take out makeup and wigs. We all give each other a make overs and dress up.

“Everyone try this” Veronica takes out a bottle from her bag “this is mine and Cheryl’s rum. Try it” she hands the bottle to Betty who takes a sip. The bottle is passed around until it gets to me

“Oh no I’m ok thank you though”

“Come on just a sip” Cheryl encourages

“Hey if she doesn’t want to don’t pressure her” Betty defends me

“It’s just we have school tomorrow and I don’t…”

“You don’t drink?” Cheryl asks. I shake my head no “ok fine but your missing out” she goes to take the bottle from my hands

“Ok wait. Just a little sip can’t hurt right?” I take the tiniest sip which causes me to cough

“Should have warned you it may burn a little” Cheryl shrugs

“Hey YN why don’t you try out for the cheer team. We’re all on it” Josie says

“Oh I don’t know I’m not that good”

“That’s ok, Cheryl can help can’t you?”

“I can?”

“Look I don’t want to be a bother so…”

“No it’s fine. You wanna hang with us, you gotta be like us”

“I’m going to wash off my makeup” I tell the girls and head into Betty’s bathroom. When I return though I hear Josie saying some horrible things

“Are you making fun of me Josie?”

“If the shoe fits” Josie says getting up

“She’s just jealous because a few summers ago her and Sweet Pea had a fling. She didn’t want to go public and so he moved on” Cheryl says

“Whatever”

The following day I enter the gym while no one else is in there to practice and stretch. I try to go down into the spilts, like Cheryl showed me, but I get a little stuck

“Hey YN” I gasp hearing Sweet Pea’s voice behind me

“Hi” I feel his arms around me lifting me up

“Since when we’re you a cheerleader?”

“Oh Veronica said I should” I walk away from him, not wanting to be close by him

“Hey your not upset about yesterday are you? Couldn’t you tell I was glad to see ya?”

“Well you could have been a little nicer to me in front of your friends”

“You don’t know them. Especially Reggie. If it were up to me I wouldn’t look at another girl”

“Well it is up to you”

“Cheryl’s having a party Friday night. Why don’t you come with me, so I can make it up to you”

“Fine but you’ve got some making up to do” I say crossing my arms. Sweet Pea walks over to me, he moves a stray hair from my face and tucks it behind my ear

“Hey guys” Josie says walking over. Sweet Pea and I move away from one another

“Sweet Pea my mom said you should come over for dinner again tomorrow night” Josie says emphasising the words ‘again’

“Pea?” I frown “why were you at hers? You just said…”

“I know what I just said. I was only there for homework”

“You know what I can’t wait wait to make a good impression on those cute letterman’s”

“Oh so that’s the real reason your wearing that”

“Don’t tell me your jealous Sweet Pea” I pout

“What? me jealous? I don’t get jealous”

“Fine so you won’t mind me cheering in front of the bulldogs”

“Na”

“Good”

“Fine”

“Hmm” I turn and leave the gym.

#riverdale #riverdale imagine #riverdale imagines #sweet pea imagine #sweet pea x y/n #sweet pea x reader #sweet pea #sweet pea x oc

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williaml0ver · 3 months

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—♡ Confessions to make: a Kevin Ayuso Valentine's Day Special ☆ <3

[💌] word count: 2723

[💌] warnings: male reader, a little sad/angsty? but ends up very fluffy trust me, my first ever proof read work where is my five minute long standing ovation

[💌] this is my first ever regular fic instead headcanons and my first time writing for a male reader AND my longest work up to date and i am so excited to finally share it!!!! My apologies if there are grammatical errors, english is not my first language. Happy valentines' day guys 💃

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You're down bad.

Quickly following your entry to the infamous Manor you had a strong feeling in your guts that your life's about to change for good. I mean, who's life wouldn't change after residing in a big mansion after being invited to live there by some sketchy letter? Who's life wouldn't change after having to play a dangerous game of survival along several other odd, strange people? All that, yet never in your life would you think that those terrifying things would be the least of your worries - as the centre of your worries, fears and delusions was now a peculiar cowboy.

Kevin Ayuso.

That man is about to cause a great commotion in your life.

Opposites attract, they say. You two were absolute opposites. The north pole and the south pole. Two sides of the coin. He was tall, overly brave, outspoken, and, most of all, flirty. Very independent, however clingy. Meanwhile, you were the timid kind. A rather silent person. Looks like destiny was being very cruel towards you - making you much fond of the handsome, lively man. Of course, your instincts quickly came to a conclusion to bottle up your feelings, shove them inside you, thinking it's just a small, temporary attraction.

The plan was simple, right? To gush secretly over "your" Kevin for some time, until later the affection is gone with the wind. But easier said than done. He was absolutely everywhere both in reality and as a metaphore. Him being continuously in your mind, your dreams, but he wall all over the Manor in the real world as well. You just can't bring yourself to not notice him. Sure, because of his cheesy flirting nature he was often made fun of, but still, he is very respected by everyone. Everyone trusts him a lot during the matches, you could always depend on him. You weren't unpopular around other survivors, in fact, a lot of them appreciated you - you'd always listen to their rants and stories - on top of that, you also felt somehow confident in kiting during your games. It wasn't a rare sight to see the hunters simply giving up after chasing you for so long. Your company was very appreciated. You never expected anything in return, you just desired to make others feel better. Little did you know, all those people that you'd spend hours listening to them venting to you, would play a huge role in helping you overcome your biggest fear and dream. You confessing to the Kevin.

You believed you were extremely discreet about all that. It would be so embarrassing if anyone found out! You couldn't be more wrong... when one of the survivors asked you about him post match, you felt like combusting.

At first, you felt shocked. What?! You thought your not so little anymore crush wasn't noticeable. You never confronted any of your new friends about it. You barely even talk about yourself! How would they even know? ...what you did not consider is that they could easily tell how different you acted near him - the gentle blush on your cheeks, shaking legs, your voice more silent than usual. Now when you think of it, it is very true. You always admired him from afar, how he's so much taller than you. You secretly wished for a hunter to start chasing you, just so Kevin would come to the rescue. Whenever he'd carry you to safety, you felt like literally ascending. It was not rare for you to mess up a cipher because your eyes were on him. It truly was THAT obvious.

THAT obvious, but he himself never noticed the pair of eyes on him. Of course, he was busy with trying to flirt with the ladies. You knew that. One of the reasons why you never even considered confessing is obviously because of his ladies man nature. You just didn't stand a chance against all those pretty girls, it did make you feel insecure. All those roses he gave them, the random pick up lines, you didn't know if they made you feel more sad or envious. Despite that, Kevin indeed had nothing against you. He recognizes you as a good kiter, and has heard that you're a great listener to the point that several survivors confide in you. You weren't ignored, on the contrary, you two would actually do some small talk here and there. But that was it. He thought of you just as a normal person. Of course he did. You weren't that special. You knew that if you don't be the one to make the first step nothing really will happen, yet you are firmly unsure. Sure - if you gained some courage eventually the lingering thoughts terrorizing your brain would end - but would you be able to bear the possible feeling of rejection? You felt actually miserable because of this tough decision.

After much consideration, you decided to begin your plan starting with small moves. When Kevin's done with his match you quickly come to him, asking if everything is in order, then, you'd take your time patching up his bruises and wounds. The realization of being close to him felt amazing, and on top of that it made the cowboy be grateful a lot, resulting in him dashing as fast as he can when you get chaired in future matches. Those post match visits became very frequent. Other than that you also stared a lot. A LOT. You go to the nearest corner and just glare coldly at him. You're just so nervous about it all. You don't necessarily realize that slowly your crush becomes even more obvious, just when everyone thought this was impossible. They knew you are trying but just couldn't bring yourself to make a confident move, therefore, they decided help their friend. After all, you've done so much to make people in the manor feel cared for, understood and comforted - it was only fair to help you back in return.

The next day, you wake up to one of the butlers knocking on your door. Once opened, he explains that you're expected to go to the dining room part of the manor. You felt puzzled. Yes, you often were asked by others to support them mentally, but this time it was something diffrent. The butler didn't say anything else. You felt overly curious, maybe a little stressed as well. Finally, you get dressed and leave the dorm, braced for whatever is to come. To your surprise, the group who demanded your arrival was quite large. You see Emil, Ada, Emma, William, Memory and Lily nibbling their meals. If you felt puzzled when the buttler came to you, now you feel like you were a chicken and a truck was about to ran you over. Did they ALL need help from you? Couldn't they ask Ada? And what even is Ada doing here? She wants to vent too? With Emil? Did she bring him for emotional support? You decided to break the silence and ask what exactly is going on. You expect something actually reasonable, but once the answer lands you feel like not ran over by one truck, but by three.

They all came together to help you confess to Kevin.

You felt stunned. Yes, that is indeed a kind gesture! But just the thought of confessing made your temperature rise up. How were you supposed to do that? You felt like burning up and they knew. Through the whole conversation you acted absolutely paranoid, looking everywhere just to make sure HE isn't here. You spoke as silently as you could. It felt awkward here near everyone. The point of the meeting was to come up with a proper solution on how you should admit your love to the cowboy, a conversation in which you didn't take much part in. While you were staring at the ceiling, calculating who would survive if the chandelier randomly fell, they were in the middle of a huge brainstorm. Hmmm... there is just so much options, but which one would be the most suitable? Flowers, a necklace, words of affirmation and a cute place! ... I'm sure Kevin would appreciate something small - says Emma. BORINGGGGGGG - William would reply - a honest confession while being chaired would be the best! The dining room was now full of chaos. Was anyone even listening to each other? Truth is, you've already came up with your own idea. And who were you to not trust your intuition?

You've suddenly stood up from the chair and explained your motives. It was very kind from other residents that they wanted to help you so much, however you came to a conclusion that despite good intentions they won't help much. You stated that you'll do it on your own. Everyone was shocked, silence filled the room until loud cheering could suddenly be heard. Those people really hyped you up because you felt like you can actually do it. The only favour you asked for is for someone to notify Kevin that his presence is expected and Emma to give you a simple flower and leave the garden area of the manor just for you. You wanted to do it today because you knew that you won't be able to sleep at night with those endless thoughts filling your brain.

And so, the times was slowly coming. It was already getting a little dark. You were currently sitting on your bed, feeling like exploding. Your stomach hurt a lot. You had your elegant clothes on, and a small rose from Emma in your palm. Now or never. You took a deep breath and started approaching the garden area. You've quickly noticed the familiar silhouettes staring at you proudly.

"Go go go go go!!!" the Cheerleader yelled.

"If he's a dick towards you I WON'T hesitate to throw hands!!" the Forward said out loud.

You've entered the garden and sat on one of the benches, awaiting your special guest. You'd lie if you'd say you weren't stressed like crazy. You've found yourself in a big turmoil of emotions - you feel excited, anxious, bold and shy at the same time. Will he feel the same? To be honest, you don't feel like that. He just doesn't seem like the type to be into guys, and if he was, he'd probably only have a thing for the adventurous ones. Minutes passed and your self doubt became even stronger, you felt absolutely terrible. Your heart was beating faster than ever from the fear. You felt like on the edge of a meltdown. You decided that this is too much, while you appreciated everyone's will to help, but deep inside you're feeling like it's just a waste of time, none of this is going to work out! With tears slowly forming in your eyes, you head back to the exit, but... before touching the handle, the doors were opened by someone from the other side.

Of course by no one other than Kevin.

When the cowboy was told that someone is waiting for him, he immediately went there, curious about why is he suddenly so needed by someone. You stare awkwardly at him thinking it's all over, you felt humiliated. Kevin didn't exactly pick up on what's happening at first. He thought that since you often helped patch him up maybe you've grew closer to him and vent a little to him. You support others so much and now you are the one in need. If it was someone else Kevin would probably act like nothing is happening to not embarrass the person, but when it came to you, he felt sorry for you. He ordered you to sit on the bench you were previously sitting on. You sat on the left part making yourself as small as possible, meanwhile he sat on the other side, but despite that he is now basically occupying more than a half of it. You always loved how straightforward he was. How kind he was towards people in need how... how... hold on, he is asking something! Just like always, the handsome man made you forget about your worries, and well, the other things too.

Now you knew that this moment is the actual now or never. This conversation can change your life. While avoiding his gaze you stare at the window and suddenly see... Lily and William?! Those people really want to help. You decided that, not to waste their effort, you will say the truth. Once again, now or never. To be or to not be. You turn to Kevin and give him the rose, raising your trembling hand and then, you explain it all: how you perceived him during your early days in the manor, how you developed a crush on him, how visible it became to others, how ashamed and anxious you felt, what you think of him now. All of it. You don't think anyone in this manor has ever seen you this honest, you were shocked a little, too. And Kevin? He felt shocked, but not in a bad way. All those small conversations and patching up sessions were out of your love for him? How did he never notice? Now it was his turn to feel ashamed. Was he the one to make you feel so many bad emotions? He was desperately trying to flirt with women without much in return, but turns out his true love was around him all the time, without him suspicing anything.

You were prepared for the worst, at least God will know you tried, and you did not want to dissapoint the pair of four eyes gazing at the both of you. If anything bad happens, they will blackmail you for the rest of your life! But you didn't care. You did try to stay calm, albeit all of this was just too much. You muttered a silent sorry and started crying again. But Kevin was having NONE of this. He put you on his lap, wiped your tears and placed the rose in your hair. You felt flabbergasted, the man you had so many feeling for you likes you back. Nothing else mattered. You hugged him and you both started talking. Neither of you were aware, but more than two hours managed to pass and it was already pitch dark and on top of that cold. The cowboy noticed you yawning to the point the coldness didn't even bother you, yet he still took of his cowboy jacket and hat, quickly putting them on your body and head. You both stayed silent for the next ten minutes, with you just hiding from the world in his embrace. He was like a human heater.

Kevin asked you something, though he did not receive any response. Little did he know that you actually were pretending. He decided to leave the cold outside and go back to the manor - he picked you up bridal style and started walking towards his dorm. On his way he encountered many other manor residents, sure, some of them indeed were night owls, but did really so many people have trouble falling asleep on the same night? He heard Naib cheekily whistling at the sight of the two of you. He started grinning at the sight of Eli, his owl, Ada, Emil, Emma, William and Lilly smilling and silently cheering - something was up, he just didn't know what... were they celebrating that you've found your significant other, or are they just happy Kevin won't be bothering anyone anytime soon?

You eventually found yourself in Kevin's room, you were gently tucked in, and Jesus, you're surprised how you managed to keep a poker face through all of this. His large bed is comfortable and smells... like him. Finally, Kevin laid next to you and started hugging you. To be frank, you were REALLY tired at the moment, this time for real. You discreetly opened your eyes, which ultimately didn't work out, as he was staring at you and smiling. You gave him a quick kiss on his lips and hid your face in his chest. The last moment you remember before falling asleep was him muttering you a gentle goodnight and the soft feeling of your knuckles being kissed.

You sure were thankful to your friends. Now HE was down bad for you, too.

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I'm proud of this work, yet that's my first ever proper fic so i am a little unsure of how it ended up. If anyone has some tips i would like to hear them 😭 I love my silly boy Kevin dhdjskdjsjs. Once again, happy valentines' day to you all!! Together or alone it's a great opportunity to take care of yourself.

#identity v #idv #idv x reader #identity v x reader #kevin ayuso #idv kevin #kevin ayuso x reader #idv cowboy #idv kevin ayuso x reader #posting this at 1am #and streaming bjork #how are you guys doing

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colbysluvr · 2 years

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In the Night — c.b.

A/N: HII i’m new to this whole writing on tumblr shit so.. HII, umm if you wanna give me some requests go ahead, anyways, here’s your first story from me!

prompt: Y/N plays a familiar game of spin the bottle where she then freaks out of the room, but when Colby reaches her distance she accidentally announces to him that she isn’t experienced in any sort of sexual activity, until this nights party. || colby brock x fem!reader ||

warning: smut, pet names, language, oral (receiving), and unprotected sex.

not my gif — https://www.wattpad.com/amp/914202251

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“Spin the bottle, Y/N,” Katrina demanded you, you hesitated, you were becoming all clammy in your palms, you panicked only because of your long-living crush on the Colby, your best friend. He insisted to sit in the circle once 4 more players had joined Katrina, Tara, and you. Now it was Colby, Sam, Jake, and Kevin who was unexpectedly drunk this evening.

“What?” You asked, shaking out of your thoughts. “Just spin!” She repeated once more.

Your eyes glared onto Colbys, and his beautiful sky blue eyes lied on yours, he spun the bottle for you. “Thank you, Colby, wasn’t expecting to sit here all night long,” Jake joked, he was your best friend, how could you not laugh at Jake.

You held your breath in panic, but exhaled once it landed on the empty space that the 7 of you had created.

“Bullshit! She should spin again!” Kevin shouted.

Tara grinned, she and Jake knew of your secret love interest for Colby, but no one else in the circle knew. You could trust those 2, right?

Tara then broke the silence from the room, “Yeah, that empty space is so boring, we should just let her have another go,”

You gave Tara a death glare with a low growl, “Fine!”

You spun the bottle this time without any hesitation, and just as you thought, it landed straight on Colby, since Tara had stopped it. “Oops, I expected it to land on the empty spot again, my bad!”

Colby just looked at the bottle pointing at himself, then looked at you with his shimmery ocean eyes. “This is awkward though, Colby and I are good friends! I don’t want to play 7 minutes in fucking heaven with him, Im out!” You exclaimed.

It was more out of nervousness than any other thing. But as soon as you exited the theater music began to blast back into your ears again with a bunch of people around, a bunch of drunk people around actually.

You walked straight into the kitchen helping yourself to a cup of alcohol. “Y/N!” The familiar deep voice had you shiver down to your spine, “Y/N, what’s wrong?”

“I’m not feeling it tonight, Colby,” You spun around to talk to him face to face. “I’ve never even kissed someone before!”

You gasp at your mistake, his eyes are completely wide now, “Im so sorry, I’m drunk?”

He nods his head slowly, perking his lips with now crossed arms, swaying side to side, “Do you want me to help you?”

You are now wide eyed by his response, “What? No!”

“Are you sure,” He comes close to your figure now leaning onto the counter blocking your left and right exit, “Are you sure you don’t want help?”

You don’t know how to respond from how flabbergasted you are now, “I-I, I’m sure,”

You push him away slowly, and exit to another room where more party people are, you could hear Colby scoff from the distance even over the loud music.

Even though you could feel the tension between you two, you just don’t know what to say, but once your jealousy hit as soon as you saw him and some girl grinding against each other, you mind just wanted to speak it’s words, so you stomped your way towards the now stupid boy and grabbed his forearm leading him to his bedroom.

With full honesty you answered with a straight ‘yes’ and continued up to his bedroom where you had opened the door, and he teased you even more by pushing it open, pretending as if you need help with the door.

The two of you sat down onto his couch both close together and just sat in silence. Which you broke the silence with a commitment, “Just know this is just a kiss and nothing more, nothing more!”

“Okay, okay, got it,” He leaned in, until you sweetly backed him away, “What?”

“I don’t know if I want you to really take my first kiss, Colby,” You admitted.

“Why? Don’t you like me?” He asked with a slight smirk.

“Wait, what?! Who said that?” You panicked.

He looked around his room and just shrugged. “You have to tell me, Colby!”

“Fine..” He laughed, “It was Tara and somewhat Jake, they said they were planning on getting us alone tonight,”

“Wait, why’d they want us alone tonight?“ You asked with full concern.

“…Because I also may have a crush on you too, Y/N,” He admitted.

“What?” You we’re fully flabbergasted at this point, at no point in time have you ever thought, Colby Brock would have the same exact feelings that you have had for him for 2 years.

He leaned in slowly, and this time you allowed it. You didn’t stop him at any point in time by now, you were fully in this trance of wanting him.

“Please…” You whispered, not knowing you said it out loud.

“Please..?” He mumbled, repeating your words back to you. “Do you want me, Y/N?”

“Please, Colby,” You pled.

He continued to kiss against your lips, harder but sweetly each time. Colby began to lower his kisses down onto your jawline, and you leaned your head resting back onto the couch.

Colby moved though. You opened your eyes to see he was towered over your body now, leaving his hand out for you to grab.

You took his hand, and he had lead you straight to his bed where he had lied you down on sweetly and began to give satisfying kiss down to your chest, he lifted your dress above your head and started to stare at your figure, mesmerized until he began to kiss your lips again.

You had mumbled a couple of moans through the kisses which each time he would groan to. He glided down your figure slowly again, this time coming down to your core.

You opened your eyes to see him hovering over you once again, “Can I be your first, Y/N?” He asked.

You nodded immediately, him being your first was like a dream to you.

“I’ll be gentle,” he admitted for your comforting.

He continued back to what he started and then kissed up back to your jawline where he connected your lips to one another again.

He lifted your body where you were sitting half way up, and disconnected your bra, he slid it off with ease and threw it somewhere down on the floor.

He kissed his way down your stomach once more and down to your core where he than slid off your underwear, again with ease.

“You’re so beautiful,” He complimented with kisses in between. You had moaned with the pleasure of the compliment and also because he was about to go down on you.

Colby started with teasing by licking up your slit slowly, you had gripped the sheets, you couldn’t hold it in, you just wanted him at this point, and you never knew you could want someone as bad as you wanted him, “Please.. Colby, just do it,”

His eyebrow had lifted and he smirked, he rose one leg above his shoulder and began to slowly tease you again by slowly inserting his tongue into you. You moaned when his tongue started to swirl into your clit. You never felt anything like this before and you enjoyed it so much, but your climax had reached very quickly from the pleasure, “I’m.. about.. to..-“

Colby knew exactly what you were about to say, “Shit.. cum on me, Y/N,” his voice had vibrates onto and gave you more of your climax to rise, it felt like your stomach had a bunch , and once you came, he continued by flicking his tongue into your clit faster, reaching your high.

Once Colby licked up the rest of your climax and dropped your leg but made you separate your two thighs, you twitched with the pleasure, he kissed his way back up to your face and smirked, “You’re so pretty when you cum..”

Just like that, the unexpected fulfillment had made you moan, “Fuck,” He swore, “Don’t do that to me, Y/N,”

Colby thrusted inside of you, making you lose you mind and uncontrollably moan, “Shit, you make me so happy,” He kissed you on your lips, and groaned against your moan.

Your legs had wrapped around him like if you had no control whatsoever, your clit had clenched around his dick, “Holy shit, do that again,” and once again you had clenched around him.

“Fuck, Colby!” You moaned out, the same feeling as before had begun, “I’m going.. to cum!”

Just like that he sped up, “Not just yet..”

You were confused, but tried to keep it in as long as you could, he thrusted hard and faster, having both of your bodies smack against each other creates noises, “Colby!” You cried out.

“I know,” His body began to twitch, possibly meaning he was close too, “Cum on me Y/N,”

You listened and came onto him, which created him to cum after, he groaned and slid out of you slowly.

“Fuck, Y/N,” He lied next to you.

“Thank you, Colby,” You thanked.

He looked at you and sat up on his elbows getting up to grab your underwear and bra he threw, he buckled his jeans belt after helping you get dressed, “Can we just lay down?” You asked.

“Sure,” He replied, and he walked over to the bed which you were already lying down on, and he covered you up with his blankets, “God you’re amazing,”

Which made you giggle, “I love you,” you admitted in confidence.

“I love you too, thank you for this night,” He admitted as well.

#colby brock #sam golbach #sam and colby #xplr #trap house #fanfic #colby brock smut #colby brock imagine

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Tidbit Tuesday Wednesday THURSDAY!

Tagged by @afterdarkprincess

Thanks!!

So... by popular demand, I'm working on He Used To Be Mine again. This is a small tidbit of the part immediately after the last one posted. Part 8, which fits between "For A Chance To Start Over" and "Most Days, I Don't Recognize Me".

Story takes place on the night of the Go Home Smackdown before Survivor Series: WarGames

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But no, like some lovesick fool, he’d returned, one final effort to restore Sami to the land of sanity and reason and take him far, far away from the “Island of Relevancy” or whatever Roman called that special place in hell he lorded over where he pretended to give a shit about other people besides himself.

Kevin grunted as emptied his warm water bottle into the fountain.

Naturally, it hadn’t worked.

And in a day’s time, Sami would be gone forever.

No more television nights. No more tender touches. No more secret hotel rendezvous. No more nights where through some miracle, Sami would find his way into his bed, into his arms, and for one fleeting moment, everything would feel right with the world again.

Gone.

Sami gone for good.

Kevin’s hands began to tremble as he tried to fill the bottle with fresh water.

Out of his reach, out of his life.

No more Sami. Stolen away by the scum of the earth and ruined. Kevin’s brilliant, golden-amber star smothered and snuffed out by endless torment and abuse that somehow, through some sheer cosmic impossibility, Sami was completely oblivious to.

It was brainwashing, it had to be. Either mentally or physically they were dosing him with poison to convince him to stay because his Sami would never have put up with such treatment. Sami was justice and righteousness, fire and light, with a blazing heart (and a running mouth) that constantly outpaced his brain and it was killing Kevin to see him reduced to the spiritual equivalent of the Bloodline’s personal pool boy.

Kevin put the cap back on his bottle and went to pick up his bag... and stopped.

Kevin closed his eyes against the pain and let out a long, shaking breath.

One night.

One more night.

That was all that was left for them.

And, in the next moment, tossed his water bottle onto his bag and stormed out of the locker room.

#Shanie's Fanfiction #He Used To Be Mine #Zowens

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Still Regret It ~ Kevin Hayes

Summary: Your breakup with Kevin was years in the past but you could never fully shake the feelings you once had for him.

Word Count: ~2,800

A/N: I feel like this is really rushed. I definitely should have added more details so the plot isn’t so quick but I know if I don’t just post it I’ll just start to hate it more and more and it’ll never get posted. So if you’re looking for a super realistic story with reasonable timelines, this probably isn’t it.

You’re sitting on your couch, a hard seltzer in your hand, a drunk buzz coursing through your veins with all of your best friends sitting around the living room with you. The clock on the wall showing that it was already two in the morning but you didn’t care, it was your engagement party. You had left the bar just half an hour ago to continue drinking at your apartment only this time with a mountain of pizza and garlic bread.

“I cannot believe you’re getting married,” Anna says from where she was sitting on the living room floor, leaning against your coffee table with an empty bottle of beer in front of her.

“And you really thought you would never get over Kevin all those years ago.” That comment came from your very best friend Ella. Normally she wouldn’t bring up Kevin, but she was drunk enough that her guards were down.

“I know,” you giggle, taking another drink of your seltzer. “I would still go back to him if he showed up and told me not to get married though,” you comment casually not expecting the room to fall into an uncomfortable silence. “What?” You ask, voice nervous.

“What did you just say?” Anna enquires, leaning closer to you across the table.

“Kevin…you know, like if he showed up and said he wanted to make it work. Like, you know, your lost love…if they showed up at your wedding, if they told you not to do it. Everyone has that person, you know?” You ramble, nervously playing with the tab of your can as you start to think your feelings may not be as common as you once thought.

“No,” Jasmine says, the only married one in the friend group. “People don’t get married to someone who isn’t their first choice.”

“So am I never supposed to get married then?” You retort, eyes welling with tears.

“I-,” Jasmine begins, unsure of what to say or do.

You hadn’t meant to bring the mood down, didn’t realize that your thoughts and emotions were that heavy.

“I think you’re just drunk,” Ella says, swooping in to rescue you from the moment. “I’m going to get another drink, want to come with me?” She asks you, taking your hand and all but dragging you into the kitchen.

Out of the sight of everyone else she pulls you to face her, reaching over and wiping away the tears that had pooled beneath your eyes. “Am I a bad person?” You whisper to her.

“What?” Ella asks with a chuckle, shaking her head. “No, of course you’re not a bad person.”

“Should I not marry Tyler?”

Ella takes a deep breath, reaching over and pulling you into a hug. “I can’t answer that. But you’ve been with him for four years. You love him. But you need to figure it out on your own.”

Sniffling you pull away, nodding in response. “Let’s just forget about it for now,” you suggest to which Ella nods, handing you a shot glass and filling it with tequila.

You tried to forget about the night, tried to believe that it was just the alcohol talking. You wanted so badly for your feelings about Kevin to be untrue. But you knew the saying was true for you that night, drunk words are sober thoughts.

It wasn’t that you were always thinking about Kevin, you just knew that somewhere deep inside you there were still some feelings for him. He was your first love. He was your greatest love, it burned heavy and fast.

You met in university. You had moved to Boston after getting accepted at Boston College. Kevin was going into his second year of university when you were in your first and you met at a college party. You didn’t even want to be there. You were homesick and didn’t want to spend your Friday in a room full of people you didn’t know aside from your roommate Ella you had just met the week prior. But you agreed to go with Ella after she reminded you that you were in your first year of university and you weren’t supposed to be wallowing in your dorm room on Friday nights.

You bumped into him that night while searching for Ella who had vanished from your side. He must have noticed the look of panic in your eyes, asking if you were okay. After explaining the situation he offered to help you find your roommate. You did find her, sitting on the bathroom floor in front of the toilet looking ready to go home. You assured Kevin that you two were fine but he insisted on walking you two home, the apartment only a short walk from campus and your dorm. After you got Ella to bed with a glass of water and a garbage can beside her bed you and Kevin sat on the floor outside your dorm room door, talking till the sun was coming up.

And the two of you grew close quickly. It was only three months later that he told you he loved you. And from that day on Boston no longer felt lonely, your homesickness fading as your love for Kevin grew.

But he graduated before you and he moved to New York to play for the Rangers and long-distance didn’t last no matter how hard you tried. You were in your last year of university, busy with school and your practicum and he was on the road or busy with practice and a new team and proving himself in the NHL. You would go days with nothing more that a few texts and you realized it wasn’t going to work. But it broke you in a way you didn’t realize it would. You spent a week in bed after the breakup, crying till your eyes were swollen and the corners of your eyes were raw from rubbing the tears away.

Eventually you got your life back on track, you dove headfirst into doing your very best in your practicum. You spent every free minute you had with friends, distracting yourself from the pain. And eventually you didn’t need the constant distraction, you got a full time job teaching at a high school and you filled the rest of your time with going to the gym, hanging out with friends, going on casual dates. You were happy, truly happy again.

And four years later you met Tyler. You took things slow at first, scared to fall in love in the way you loved Kevin. But he was a great man and you two were compatible in every way. Eventually you let yourself fall, you let yourself admit you were in love again. Two years after meeting you moved in together, you were starting a life.

But every now and then you would be reminded of Kevin. Driving by the Boston College campus, watching a hockey game, hearing someone that sounded like him. And you were hit with an overwhelming sadness, a longing to be back there with him. You did your best to ignore it, but more than that you did your best to avoid anything that would remind you of him.

Now, eight years after your breakup you were hit with the reality that maybe you had never let yourself fully let go of the idea of Kevin. Of you and Kevin.

So you decided to talk to Tyler, that maybe you weren’t in the headspace to get married. But when you brought up the idea of putting the engagement on hold he blew up on you, telling you that you were this far into a relationship and you should know if you wanted to get married. And maybe he was right, but you were defensive. You said a few things you shouldn’t have, that if he wasn’t willing to wait he wasn’t the right person for you, that maybe you had never loved him as much as he loved you. For awhile you regretted saying those things, having to go through another heart break. But eventually you realized it was the right thing to do. You couldn’t get married to him knowing there was someone else who could come before him. That even if it wasn’t going to be you and Kevin then it had to be someone that Kevin could never come before.

So you went back to being single, focusing on your job and your friends and redecorating your new apartment. Eventually you found yourself doing okay again.

It was a warm spring day, the school year was coming to an end and you had a mountain of end of year projects to mark. So you packed everything up and headed to the coffee shop down the road from your apartment, hoping the location would help you focus on getting everything done.

You were halfway through an essay about Lord of the Flies when you heard someone say your name, drawing your attention to the figure standing in front of you.

“Kevin,” you state in surprise, shaking your head. You couldn’t believe that it was really him, standing over your table. “Hi, uh, how are you?”

“Good, I’m good,” he says with a soft smile. “How are you? How have you been?”

“Good,” you reply quickly, smiling back up at him. An awkward silence falls between the two of you and you nervously clear your throat. “Are you, um, heading somewhere?” You ask, gesturing to the empty seat across from you. “You can sit, if you want.”

Kevin quickly takes you up on the offer, pulling the chair out and sitting down across from you. It felt so familiar, yet entirely unfamiliar at the same time. “Sorry if I’m interrupting,” Kevin says, nodding towards the papers in front of you.

“Oh, no, I should probably take a break anyway. I don’t know how many more Lord of the Flies essays I can read today,” you laugh, closing the folder of essays you had in front of you. “Are you visiting your parents?”

“Yeah, yeah, I am,” he mumbles, his eyes noticeably glancing down to your hands. “You’re, um, married now?”

“No,” you reply quickly, shaking your head.

“Oh,” Kevin mutters, eyebrows furrowed. “I saw your engagement announcement on Instagram awhile ago, I thought you would have gotten married by now. I was a little disappointed when I didn’t get an invitation, but it’s understandable,” he chuckles.

You force a small smile onto your lips, shaking your head. “No, Kev, I’m not engaged either. It didn’t work out, we’re not together anymore.”

“Oh…shit, sorry, I didn’t mean to make a joke about it.”

“It’s okay,” you giggle, shrugging. “It’s been like a year, we broke up like a month after the engagement.”

“Yikes,” Kevin comments, wincing a moment later. “Sorry, that was kind of rude.”

“Yeah, that was kind of mean,” you laugh, shaking your head. “What about you? Anyone special in your life?”

“No, still all on my own.” Kevin takes a sip of his coffee, leaning back in his chair.

“I’m surprised nobody has locked you down yet.”

Kevin chuckles, fiddling with the paper sleeve on his coffee cup. “Guess I’m not as good of a catch as you are.”

“I don’t know about that…with your NHL salary.”

“That’s all I’m good for? A paycheque?”

“It doesn’t hurt,” you giggle.

“What does that say about you? Standards must be pretty low if you were dating me when I was a broke college student,” Kevin teases.

Scoffing you shake your head. “Guess I just have bad taste.”

The two of you sit there for hours, till your coffee cups were empty and the coffee shop had started to close. You talked about everything and anything and yet it still felt like the two of you had millions of topics you needed to talk about.

It’s dark when the two of your leave the coffee shop and the next thing you know your back is pressed to your apartment door. What started with Kevin offering to walk you up to your apartment ended with his lips on yours, hands on your waist as your hands were exploring his chest and biceps. “Come inside,” you mumble against his lips, reaching down and fumbling with the doorknob till you managed to push it open and the two of you stumbled inside and down the hallway to your bedroom.

The bedroom is suddenly too quiet as you lay in the aftermath of what just happened, sweaty bodies and tangles limbs on a mess of blankets on your once perfectly made bed. Your breathing is unsteady, trying desperately to keep it even and natural. You didn’t know what to say, and not in an awe-struck and cute speechless type of way.

“Um,” you hum, sitting up and reaching for your underwear that was laying on the floor beside your bed. “We, uh…um, I-“ you stammer while shimmying into your underwear and grabbing a t-shirt.

“Is everything okay?” Kevin enquires, still laying in your bed, propped up on one elbow, watching you.

“No…I mean, yeah, I just.” Swallowing heavily you run your fingers through your knotted hair. “That was probably a mistake, right?”

“I don’t know,” Kevin admits, sitting up and pulling his boxers back on. “Do you think it was?”

You let out a breath of tense laughter. “I don’t know either. Fuck. I can’t, I can’t do this.” You can feel a weight on your chest, throat tightening as your eyes gloss over with tears. You couldn’t even pinpoint exactly why you were so upset. It was an overwhelming wash of emotions. Of being so happy during that afternoon with Kevin, overjoyed to feel his touch again. But the grief of the past breakup was suddenly thrust back onto your heart while the anxiety of knowing he was about to walk back out of your life was looming over you.

“Hey, hey,” Kevin says, hurrying around the bed to you. “What’s wrong? What’s going on?”

“I think…” you begin, sniffling as you reach up to wipe away a few tears from your eyes before they can roll down your cheeks. “I think I still love you…I think I’ll always love you in some way. And this,” you say, gesturing back and forth between you and him. “I think this was too much. Cause now it’s just over again and you’re going to go back to your life and I’m going to go back to mine and we’re going to become strangers to each other again.We broke up, Kev. We broke up for a reason. We aren’t supposed to do this, we shouldn’t have. It just fucking hurts.” You weren’t holding your tears back anymore, you didn’t think you could. You were grasping at your own forearms, desperately trying to hold yourself together.

Kevin reaches over, his hand sliding under yours and pulling your arms apart from each other, easing himself into the space that you were fighting so hard to keep him from. But you couldn’t push him away, you needed that hug to hold you together in that moment. “You’re right…I have to go back and you have a career and a life here. But that doesn’t mean we have to go back to being strangers,” Kevin says quietly, holding you tight against his body. “You know, all these years later and I still regret it.”

Pulling back slowly you wipe the tears off your cheeks, hands still on Kevin as you look up into his eyes. “Regret what?”

Kevin is quiet for a second and you can hear him swallow heavily in the silence of the room. “Not trying harder,” Kevin tells you. “Letting you go so easily. You were one of the best things that ever happened to me and I let you go way too easily. I should have tried harder, fought for our relationship. We could have figured it out, I really think we could have.”

“Don’t you think that if it was meant to be it would have happened?”

Kevin shakes his head a moment after contemplating your question. “I don’t think things are just meant to be like that. If you want something you need to work for it.”

There’s nothing you can say to that. Maybe he was right. Maybe you could have made things work. You could have finished school, could have moved to be with Kevin. You both could have made more sacrifices for the relationship than you did. But you couldn’t go back, couldn’t change the decisions you had made all those years ago.

“So, what now then?” You whisper.

“Are you free tomorrow night?” Kevin asks and you nod in response. “Well, will you let me take you out on a date?”

A small smile creeps onto your face and you nod slowly. “I’d love to go on a date.”

#kevin hayes #kevin hayes imagine #kevin hayes fanfic #kevin hayes fic #nhl one shot #nhl fanfiction #nhl fic #nhl fanfic #nhl imagines #Hockey Fanfiction #hockey fanfic #hockey fic #hockey blurb

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sparkie96 · 1 year

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Chapter Five of “Part of Your World” “Babysitting Gone Wrong” Now Up

“So, he’s Jill’s Aunt’s adopted son?” Jake asked as he and Chris took the first shift, scanning the water with the giant spotlight on the end of Kevin’s ship, the others eating dinner.

“Yep.” Was Chris’s curt reply, “That’s what I remember her telling me and he confirmed that story, so…”

“I don’t remember Jill having an Aunt.” Barry added as he came up onto the deck, having decided to help them, scanning the side of the boat with his flashlight, “And there’s still something fishy about him…he’s eerily familiar.”

“How so?” Jake asked.

“Well, and don’t go for my throat, Redfield.” Barry began, “But he kind of looks like that fish we’re hunting for now.”

“That would definitely be weird.” Chris said with a laugh, “Then I guess we’re just out here wasting our time if that was the case, right?”

They all thought about it for a moment, but luckily Jake was the one to object, saying that they would have known if Leon had been the merman. That, and the fish man had been a blonde and glowing bluish green eyes. Leon had dark brown hair and normal looking blue eyes. Barry argued that Merpeople could fit in, at least that’s what the internet and DC had told them at dinner. Maybe it had something to do with being on dry land for so long.

Chris ignored them as he continued to look out into the ocean, knowing he wouldn’t spot Leon out here for obvious reasons. Barry did manage to catch his attention, asking what Chris thought of Leon.

“Didn’t expect him to show up out of the blue.” Literally, “He’s pretty odd, truthfully. He’s kind, funny and loves fish. Both eating them and studying them. He’s pretty good with Ollie too. He’s certainly…interesting.”

“He’s an odd one, that’s for sure.” Barry agreed, “Though, be careful, Redfield. Sounds like you got a crush.”

Chris sputtered on his water bottle, spitting out the renaming water as he did so, “What? No way. I just met him today! That, and he’s not my type.”

“He’s brown hair, blue eyes. Loves the sea…even if he doesn’t swim in it like Jill loved to.” Barry poked fun, giving a laugh himself, “That’s exactly your type.”

Chris reached up and scratched the back of his neck after setting down his water bottle, scoffing and shaking his head at the older man in dismissal, calling him crazy. Barry proceeded to ask why Leon didn’t like swimming. Chris spun a tail about his parents dying at sea and all that.

Jake merely shook his head, looking back out at the ocean just in time to see a tail fin disappear into the water, making Jake sit up straight and point the flashlight in the direction, watching as something seemed to rise up from under the water, glowing eyes staring back at him.

#ao3feed #Part of Your World #Merman Leon AU #Chreon #Chris Redfield #Leon S. Kennedy #Ollie Kennedy Redfield #Mermay #Resident Evil #Alternate Universe #No Zombies AU #Chapter Update #Yeah

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mixergiltron · 8 months

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It's Mai Tai Day!

Happy Mai Tai Day everyone! And today is the correct Mai Tai Day. Proof:

As I said in my first post,the Mai Tai was created in 1944 by Trader Vic. Here's the story in his own words:

“I was at the service bar in my Oakland restaurant. I took down a bottle of 17-year old Jamaican J. Wray Nephew rum, added fresh lime, some Orange Curacao from Holland, a dash of Rock Candy syrup, and a dollop of French Orgeat, for its subtle flavor. A generous amount of shaved ice and a vigorous shaking by hand produced the marriage I was after. Half the lime shell went in for color, I stuck in a branch of fresh mint and gave two of them to Ham and Carrie Guild, friends from Tahiti, who were there that night. Carrie took on sip and said, “Mai Tai – Roa Ae”. In Tahitian this means “Out of this World – The Best”. Well, that was that. I named the drink “Mai Tai”.

The Mai Tai is probably the best known Tiki drink,and with good reason. It's just plain delicious. Follow the original recipe,and you can't go wrong:

An interesting thing about Mai Tais,is that despite being created in California,most people think of Hawaii. This is because of all the tourist bars in Hawaii which made their versions of the Mai Tai. Kevin Crossman,Mai Tai enthusiast and Tiki historian,wrote an excellent article on the subject on his blog,The Ultimate Mai Tai. From his article,we get a chart of Mai Tai recipes:

And here's the one I tried:

Mix #54 1972 Royal Hawaiian Surf Room Mai Tai

1oz light rum 1oz dark rum 1oz Demerara rum 1oz orange juice 1oz pineapple juice 1/2oz lime juice 1/4oz lemon juice 1/4oz orange curacao 1/4oz orgeat 1/4oz simple syrup

Shake with ice and pour into double rocks glass.

Definitely a tourist drink. Lots of rum for punch,and very 'tropical' tasting. Surprising they used ten ingredients though,that's gotta be tough to mix when there's a rush at the bar. I think I'll just stick to the original. Or Kevin's custom blended version:

Mix #55 Ultimate Mai Tai

1oz Fresh Lime Juice 1/2oz Orgeat (Latitude 29) 1/4oz Demerara Syrup (BG Reynolds or Liber) 1/2oz Orange Curacao (Ferrand Dry Curacao or Clement Créole Shrubb) 1/2oz Appleton 12 Rum 1/2oz Smith & Cross Rum 1/2oz Plantation OFTD Rum 1/2oz Plantation Xaymaca Rum

Shake with ice and pour into double rocks glass.

This does make for a very nice Mai Tai.

Cheers folks!

#tiki drinks #tikiculture #rum cocktails #tiki #tikilife #mai tai #rum #rum drinks #cocktails

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stray-crow · 6 months

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today's word count: 1589

October's Goal: 4379/6000

WIP(s): Shaking Kevin in a Bottle

#WE ARE AT A TURNING POINT LADS!!!!!!! ٩( ᐛ )و #now i gotta daydream how i want the rest of this summer of theirs to go......#word count progress #story: shaking kevin in a bottle

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artofgabe · 10 months

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LOST WILL

Disclaimer:

This story is not intended to mock the omegaverse trial or anyone involved.This is all just for fun and as and writing it out of boredom.

My life turned upside down when that cursed folder landed on my desk before I even had my morning coffee. I kept staring at the fresh case I’m about to handle while the eager teaspoon clinked against my ceramic mug, swirling the sweet caffeine inside.

“What’s this about?” I said.

“It’s some publishing case. About some…” Mat gave a dragging sigh. “… fictional story.” He munched on the breakfast donut in his hands, with some crumbs falling onto my desk. I’ll have to deal with that later cause I don’t want to deal with ants. “Yeah, that’s about it,” he added.

I groaned as I placed my mug on the desk and opened the folder. My name is Will and I’ve been working as a copyright attorney for four years now. Been dealing with tons of cases from small time creators being screwed over by big corporations or finally claiming that public domain song. I’ve seen it all.

Or so I thought.

I glanced at the lawsuit and started skimming over it. The title and the case number seemed all like squiggles to me. It’s too early for this. Lifting my cup, I drink more of my coffee, feeling it shake my body and my brain awake to take on this pile of papers. The more my eyes skimmed the lines of text, some words started catching my attention. Wolf-like. Knotting. Omega verse.

“Mat. What am I reading?” I glanced up at where I thought my co-worker was standing, assuming he was still by my desk. But he disappeared. Probably by the printer again, flirting with Jane.

I grabbed my coffee and took another sip, my eyes going over the case before me. The case started off explaining to me about the origin of this thing called omega verse. Learning the definition of the terms in this kink fandom sent a blush on my cheeks. I turned around me to see if anyone was looking and snickering in the background. I’m honestly expecting that this was just a prank. Like an episode of Punked or something. But everyone was busy tending to their own business, filing cases and reviewing them. When I came to the part about their biology of how they mated, I realized something.

The universe is definitely laughing at me.

...

It was Friday night, and the welcoming bar just filled up with people. As if they’re excited to drink their worries away for the upcoming weekend. The smell of cigarettes and alcohol danced in the air as a tacky jukebox song played in the background. I sat by the corner, the one with the overused leather benches. I wanted us to be a few steps away from the main bar, just in case we needed more drinks. Especially now with what I’m about to tell them. Oh god, what am I supposed to tell them? How will I start with it?

‘Hey, I’ve come across this case called omega verse. Have you guys heard of it?’ No. They’ll probably think I’m into it. Which I am so not. I started into my beer bottle, sweating from the chilly place it just came out of. Just like me.

'You guys will never guess what landed on my desk two days ago.’ Hmm. I feel my stomach churning from either flight or fright. This is the time I’m actually thankful that I’m divorced now. My ex-wife would probably think I’m a weirdo.

I glanced at my watch. Shoot. Five minutes too early.

“Yo Will, you look like you need sleep, man.” A hand landed on my shoulder, snapping me out of my thoughts. I looked beside me and saw it was one of my college friends, Kevin. His relaxed curly brown hair and loose necktie made him look ready to wind down and chill after a hectic week. He’s been a good friend of mine and dorm mate since I started law school. Actually, he’s the one who introduced me to my ex-wife.

“Hey man,” I said and scooted to the side to give him space on the bench, “how’s life treating you?”

Kevin called the server and ordered two bottles of beer before getting back to me. “Doing good. How’s the deal with Clarice doing?”

I shrugged my stiff shoulders. “We just finalized it with the court last week.”

“Oh really? You’re looking better nowadays, actually.” Kevin took a swig of the bottle and drank it before placing it down on the table. “Well, last week at least. Now, you look shot.”

“You don’t know half of it.” I said.

Kevin’s eyebrow rose. “Something came up?”

“No, I’ll… I’ll let you know later.” I kept swirling the beer, deep in thought. I don’t even know what to say if they ask how I’m doing. Would they even believe me? How the hell should I start about it, anyway? Heck, I don’t even know how I’ll explain the terminologies and—

“Dave!” Kevin raised his hand, waving over another close friend of ours. Dave smiled, showing his perfect teeth. Kinda fitting in his line of work on business law. He can get out of everything, especially during our college days. He once convinced our professor that he had already passed his assignment and just missed checking it. But he actually snuck in after the fact and wedged it in between the pile of papers. Dave sat across from us as he ordered a beer from the server.

“Good to be back here, guys.” Dave took a large gulp before sighing refreshingly. “So how’s your case going?”

Kevin raised his shoulders and gave us a smug look. “Ah well, I had to settle a divorced couple on who gets to own the espresso machine and the Lambo.”

Dave winced. “That’s messy, man.”

“They have a dog, though,” Kevin rubbed the back of his neck before taking another drink. “That’s the one giving me a shitty migraine.”

“How about you, Dave?” I asked, trying to keep my voice from shaking. Why am I so jumpy? “How’s corporate law?”

“Same boat, actually.” Our friend shook his head and pursed his lips. “We’re trying to fix this CEO who had a word out that he embezzled millions of company funds. The investors want his head. Bad.”

I furrowed my brows. “That definitely sucks. Is this the one on the news the other day?”

“Yep. Same guy.” Dave said, his bottle halfway empty. I gazed at the colored bottle in his hands as I kept thinking about what to say to my friends if they asked me how I’m doing.

Kevin suddenly nudged me, “How about you, Will?” his eyebrows went up and down, and the grin on his face barely hid the eagerness he was showing. “You were gonna say something earlier.”

“Oh, what’s this about?” Dave leaned over with an expectant gaze.

“He’s been losing sleep over something. And this is the man who had just gained back his singlehood!” Kevin chuckled.

I glanced at both of them, trying to keep my voice from reaching a pitch too high out of nervousness. “C’mon man, you always have the most interesting shit to say every time we meet.”

Glancing down at my beer bottle, I hypnotized myself on the swirling foam and malt I could see from the small opening. I hope they forgive me for what I’m about to say.

“You okay W—”

“—I have to research how a male alpha breeds a male omega and learn about omega heat cycles.”

A shocked silence enveloped the both of them. I made sure not to make eye contact and just continued drinking the last ounce of my alcohol.

“Excuse me, but what the fuck?” Kevin said.

“You heard me.” I glanced at him.

Dave raised his hand to the server. “We need another set of beer here.”

...

Our table is halfway filled with beer bottles. We ordered some food to munch on, as they kept asking more questions about my case. Kevin has removed his blazer and laid it down beside him. Dave, meanwhile, moved his seat beside me. My two friends made sure I’m sandwiched between them.

“Okay.” Kevin ran his fingers through his curls. “I get the part where this publisher is suing others for copyright infringement, cause you know, same idea and shit.” He kissed his bottle and took a few more gulps. “But Jesus Christ Will, an entire fandom dedicated to this kink? And I didn’t know about this?”

“Don’t forget,” Dave chuckled, “she stole the idea but claims it’s not ‘fanfic’.” He quoted in the air.

“Look, I’m still researching who is in the wrong and who is in the right. But—"

“—No, fuck that, Will.” Kevin leaned closer. “What is the omega verse, though?”

Dave opened another bottle and raised it against us, awaiting my explanation. I rubbed my flushed face in before giving out a sigh.

“Well, it’s like a premise of a world where there’s three genders.” I said. “And they’re called Alpha, Betas, and Omegas.”

“Alpha. Like an alpha male? As in frat boys?” Dave’s eyebrow rose. “Don’t we have that? The chads, the nice guys, and the simps?” Kevin and Dave chuckled and clinked their beers together.

I shook my head. “No, like literally. It can be like from any time period, but that’s the gist of it. A society where there are three genders. The Betas are like us. Only beta men can impregnate beta women. No mating cycles and no so-called ‘pheromones’ that influence us to mate like animals.”

“Holy shit, Will.” Kevin gave me an impressed look. “You’re the most vanilla-ass man I’ve ever met! And look at you now lecturing me about kinks—”

“—Shh!” Never have I ever covered his mouth so fast. “Kevin please keep it down.” My face grew hotter as I felt myself embarrassed by some of the bar patrons glancing in our direction.

“Okay?” Kevin raised his hands. “What about an alpha and omega?”

I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down before I took a drink of the malty beer, letting it flow down into my throat smoothly. Yep, I definitely need this. I really wanna prepare myself for what I’m about to lie on the table.

“Well, only male and female alphas can impregnate male and female omegas.”

“I’m sorry.” Dave waved his hands to hold everything up. “Did you just say that alphas are the only ones able to breed with an omega? So, like even female alphas, can get a male omega pregnant?”

I nodded.

“How does that work, though, dude?” Kevin raised his hand. This time, he ordered tequila. Frankly, I think I need one too. A bottle of clear liquid landed on our table, along with three shot glasses.

“Okay Will, we’re ready. Talk.” Kevin said as he poured each in the glasses and passed it to us.

“Well,” I started, taking down the shot. “So alphas, whether male or female, have um…”

“Dicks. Just say it, man.” Kevin had the most neutral expression that made me second guess why I’m friends with him in the first place.

My eyes shut in embarrassment. I took the tequila bottle and poured some. Not one, but two shots. I can’t believe I am talking about werewolf kink from the internet. On a Friday night. At a bar. With my friends. Who are actual lawyers.

“Fine. Both male and female have dicks. And they are into this mating cycle called ‘rut’. And it enables them to breed with the omega successfully. During mating, whether normal mating or doing it during a rut, they can do this thing called knotting. It’s like…it locks the dick in and they’re unable to, you know…” my hand gestures to let them put two and two together, “…pull out until it’s done.”

“Like for canines?” Dave’s eyebrows rose.

“Kinky.” Kevin chuckled and took another shot of the clear alcohol.

I raised my brows in agreement. “And the omega male and female meanwhile have this thing called ‘heat’ where they would wanna mate with an alpha. They would get turned on by the smell of pheromones. And during heat cycles, they can get pregnant, like I said.”

Dave’s eyebrow rose. “Holy shit. So even women alphas have dicks?”

“So omega males have pussies and carry babies?” Kevin added.

I choked on the next shot of alcohol, amazed at how crass my two friends were. Sweet Lord almighty, I became an intellectual property lawyer in hopes of me not getting into anything scandalous. I definitely guessed wrong. “Yes.”

“Will, what have you gotten yourself into?” Kevin chuckled as he shook his head, chugging another shot of tequila.

“So this is like a werewolf kink?” Dave nodded, still giggling, and obviously a little buzzed.

“Yeah, kinda.”

“And there’s a whole site for it?” Kevin said in amazement. “I feel you would definitely be an omega, Will.” he ruffled my short hair.

Dave crossed his arms. “No thanks, I’ll stay on the Beta side.”

“Suit yourself, man,” Kevin grinned. “I’m definitely an alpha.”

A phone ring snapped us out. Dave held up his finger and answered the call. It was his wife from the looks of his expression as it changed from a drunk guy to sobering up really quick. After a minute, our friend hung up the call and grabbed his jacket.

“Gotta go, guys, wife’s calling me. Same time next month?” Dave smiled.

We both nodded and waved him off as he left through the door. I’m still confused about how I’m going to be dealing with my case. Is this the universe’s way of laughing at me? Like how my marriage ended because I barely touched my wife and kept drowning myself with work? And now I’m thrown into this kinky copyright lawsuit that I have no idea how to even understand mating and heat cycles?

“You look lost, baby girl.” Kevin said.

I snapped out and cringed at the reference. “Oh my god, don’t call me that.” We took a few more shots of the bottle. About half an hour later, we called the server to pick up our tab. Me and Kevin left the bar and walked to the parking lot where our cars were. I was quiet the whole time until we arrived at the black sedan, mine to be exact.

“Hey listen Will,” Kevin said.

I turned to him and saw him rubbing the back of his neck. “If you need someone to talk to, I’m here. You know that, right?”

“Of course, man.” My lips curved into a smile. “I’ll hit you up if I need more help with the omega verse case.”

Kevin looked surprised before laughing, “Of course, your alpha is here to help.”

I felt my cheeks grow hot and roll my eyes, “See you next week, Kevin.” I said and unlocked my car and opened my door. Kevin helped me get in and closed the door for me.

“See you next week, my omega.”

-The end-

#omegaverse #lowkey bl #original story #short story

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queen-of-deans-booty · 1 year

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Hunteri Heroici: Part One

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2k

Warnings: canon angst and violence

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. Any and all comments on these are appreciated.

With Sam and Dean waiting by the car, you need to be quick so that you can get on the road. Castiel has Joanna, so you're not worried about a two-year-old running through the store and touching whatever she can get her hands on. She is officially potty training! You have to get her a portable toilet so you can train her while on the road. You still don't have a home base, so this is going to have to do.

After picking out the one you wanted, you pass by some bottles and extra nipples that you need since yours seemed to disappear after Joanna stopped using bottles. You grab a few of those before heading over to the cashier. After paying for them, you carry everything out of the store in bags except for the portable toilet. That's too big to fit in a bag.

Sam and Dean are across the street at the gas station, but you don't mind the walk. You need the exercise, even if it's for a little bit. Sam is talking on the phone with Ms. Tran while Dean is filling up his car. Castiel is holding Joanna as she tells him a story, and he's listening to her every word.

"Why did he do that?" he asks her.

"I dunno," she shrugs and goes back to storytelling.

Dean finishes filling up when he notices you trudging over with the stuff in your hands. He rushes over to you and grabs everything you're holding so he can put them in the trunk.

"I don't know why you didn't let me do this," he grumbles.

"I'm pregnant, not disabled. I can handle it."

You walk over to Joanna and Castiel, and you hold your arms out to signal to the angel that you need to put her in her car seat. He whispers something to her that causes her to giggle, and he hands her over to you. You open the back door of the Impala and strap her into her car seat. You kiss her head and shut the door once she isn't going anywhere.

"Right, yeah. No, just call us whenever you find something," Sam says to Ms. Tran.

Before she can talk his ear off, Sam quickly hangs up on her, glad that he doesn't have to talk to her. Ms. Tran is amazing, but she can be a handful sometimes.

"What's going on in Tran-land?" Dean jokes.

"Garth finally got them to his houseboat, but Kevin's having a lot of trouble reading their half of the tablet. So far, it's bits and pieces. Nothing about boarding up Hell."

"Garth has a safe-houseboat?"

"Dude, I don't even ask questions anymore."

"What's the word, Cas?"

"It's a shortened version of my name."

"Yes, it is. I meant what's the word on the Word? Any tablet chatter on angel radio?" Dean sighs.

"Oh, I couldn't say. I turned that off."

"You can do that?" you ask and lean against the side of the car.

"Yeah, it's a simple matter of blocking out certain subsonic frequencies. I could draw you a diagram if you want."

"No, that's--we're good. Why'd you flip the switch?" Dean asks with a shake of his head.

"Because it's a direct link to Heaven, and I don't want anything to do with that place... not anymore."

"So, what now? Move to Vermont and open up a charming B&B?"

You and Sam smile at his joke, but Castiel isn't so amused.

"No. I still want--need--to help people. So... I'm gonna become a hunter," he smiles widely. "I could be your fourth wheel."

"You know that's not a good thing, right?" Dean says.

"Of course it is. A fourth wheel adds extra grip and greater stability. I even found a case in Oklahoma City. A man's heart jumped ten feet out of his chest. It sounds like our kind of thing, right?"

"He's got a point," Sam shrugs.

"Excellent. I'll see you there."

He turns to teleport there, but Dean quickly stops him before he can go.

"Wait, Cas! If you want to play cowboys and bloodsuckers, that's fine, but you're gonna stick with us, okay? None of this zapping around shit. Capiche?"

"Yeah, I capiche." Dean and Sam nod in agreement and move to the front of the car when Castiel tries to wiggle his way to the front seat. "Can I at least ride in the front seat?"

"No," both Sam and Dean say at the same time.

"Come on, Castiel. The back seat is way more fun," you wink at him and guide him to sit next to Joanna.

Once you're all inside, you think about how you're going to shuttle around three kids alongside three grown adults. You might have to think about getting a different car, and you know that's not going to go over well with Dean. The entire car ride is silent, which is what Joanna needs to take a nap all the way to the morgue to see a guy, Gary Freleng, whose heart leaped out of his chest.

Joanna isn't cranky, you're fed, and the entire team is ready to tackle this case for what it is. The detective on the case greets you with a smile and brings you to the back, not caring that there is a little girl attached to Dean's hip. She minds her own business as long as you figure out what is going on in her town.

"The coroner said his heart was ejected from his body. It got some air, too. We found it in a sandbox."

"Any idea what happened, Detective?" Sam asks.

"A lot of people are thinking drugs, Agent Nash, an assload of drugs."

"There are no narcotics in that man's system. His molecules are all wrong," Castiel mutters to you and Dean, speaking softly so the detective doesn't hear.

"But you don't think that?" Sam asks the detective.

"I've never seen something do this."

She pulls back the cloth to reveal a cookie-cutter heart-shaped hole in Gary's chest where his heart should have been.

"Who called this in?" you ask.

"A friend of his named Olivia Kopple. She saw the whole thing." Her phone rings, and she sighs when she sees whose it is. "Ah, crap. I have to take this. Here's everything we got." She hands over the file to Dean and begins to leave. "Knock yourself out."

"Listen, you see anything weird, anything out of the box, you give us a call," Dean hands over his card.

"Whatever you say, Scully," she chuckles. She answers her phone as she leaves the office. "Detective Glass. On my way."

Dean opens the file as Castiel stands closer to the body. He leans down and starts sniffing the dead guy.

"I can't sense any EMF or sulfur. Mr. Freleng's arterial health is excellent. He did recently suffer from a," he sniffs the body once more, more towards the lower region of the body, "mild bladder infection."

"Cas, stop smelling the dead guy," Dean says, already done with him.

"Why? Now I know everything about this man. So we can--"

"Did you know he was having an affair?" Sam says, holding Gary's file.

"What?"

"According to Olivia, they would meet at the park every Thursday at 12:45 and walk to the Moonlight diner, where she always ordered a Caesar salad with dressing on the side. They would chat about everything, and she'd be back on the road by 1:30."

"You don't think she's telling the truth?"

"That's too much detail. It sounds rehearsed. Plus, we drove past the Moonlight diner on the way into town. It's attached to the Moonlight motel," you state.

"Okay, let's say that Gary is on the prowl but he's playing it safe because," Dean lifts his hand to reveal a wedding ring on Gary's left hand, "he's married. He doesn't want anyone to see his ride parked out in front of a motel. He stashes his car at the park across the street and meets Olivia there. His wife probably found out about it, and it broke her heart."

"So, she breaks his. It sounds witchy."

"Yes, it does. The guy was living a lie and it came back to bite him in the ticker. But nice job on the bladder infection," Dean pats Castiel on the shoulder and walks out of the medical examiner's office with his brother.

"Becoming a hunter isn't going to happen overnight, Castiel. You have to look at more than just physical evidence. It's all about body language and outside clues that will help paint a picture of what could be going on. Understand?"

"Yeah."

You four head over to Gary's house to talk to his wife because Sam believes that she may be a witch trying to kill him. Upon first glance at her, you don't see anything more than a grieving widow. There are many ways you can go about this, but it seems like Castiel has enough training for an interrogation.

"I--I don't understand," she stutters with tears in her eyes, "Gary had a heart attack. Why would the FBI be investigating this?"

"The parks are government property. We just got a few questions for you," Dean says simply.

"I'll, uh... I'll handle this. I've done the research. I can crack her," Castiel mutters to you and the brothers. You raise your eyebrows but let him do his thing because you're kind of curious to see how this will play out. "Now, Ms. Freleng, I don't want to bother you. I--I really don't, but I--I do have just one question for you." He grows angry and slams his hand on the table, scaring her. "Why did you kill your husband?!"

"Agent Stills. A word, please," Dean sighs.

You want to laugh at this, but for the wife's sake, you don't. Dean takes Castiel off to the side, and you quickly take a seat across from her. You grab her hand as a sign of comfort, but really, you're using her magic to take away some of her pain. She sobs at the harshness of Castiel but calms down a bit at the softness of you.

"I can't imagine what you're going through, but just know that your husband loved you very much. I know this is a hard time."

"Yeah," she sniffles, pulling her hand away.

"I'm really sorry about my partner, but what he was trying to say is if Gary had any secrets? Maybe something he was hiding?"

"Like what?" she sniffles.

There is a knock at the front door, and Olivia, the mistress walks in with a casserole in her hand.

"Deb?" she asks with tears in her eyes.

"Olivia."

Mrs. Freleng gets up and hugs the mistress. She must not know of her betrayal if she is welcoming her in like this.

"Are you okay?"

"As in mistress Olivia?" Dean whispers to you and Sam.

"This is awkward," Castiel nods.

"I'm sorry. What did you think Gary was hiding?" Deborah asks with her arm around Olivia.

"That he was sleeping with her," Castiel says before you and the brothers could say anything.

"I know," Deborah sighs.

"You know?"

"Gary and I... had an arrangement. He was seeing Olivia, and I was spending some time with our neighbor P.J."

"I'll put this in the kitchen," Olivia says, desperate to get away.

Deborah agrees and decides to help her to gain some distance from you and the brothers, and once they are out of sight, you turn to the brothers with a confused look.

"So, she's not a witch," Castiel deduced.

"Just the best wife ever," Dean chuckles.

"Oh really?" you ask and cross your arms defiantly. "If you feel that way, maybe you'd be okay if I slept with Sam again? Maybe Castiel and I can give it a go. How do you feel about that?" Dean immediately shuts up, and you nod knowingly. "That's what I thought."

You roll your eyes and motion for your daughter to come to you. Sam lets her down and she runs over to you, and you grab her hand.

"Come on, let's leave Daddy alone right now."

You look behind you and shake your head as you and Joanna walk to the car. Dean sighs and he turns to his friend and his brother, shrugging.

"If she didn't kill her husband, then who or what did?" No one has a chance to answer when Dean's phone rings. "Hello? ... Another one? ... We're on our way. Thanks." He hangs up with a sigh. "We got another one, boys."

You've finished strapping Joanna in when the men walk out of Gary's house. With one look to your husband's face, you know that there is another death. They know where they're going, so you're only in it for the ride. A man had jumped to his death off a really tall building, but there is a catch that the detective didn't want to tell Dean over the phone. Whatever it is, you're here to figure out what is going on.

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Now Kiss!

Summary: This is Part Five of my series A Herrmann/Halstead Production. It is an AU where Christopher Herrmann's mom had an affair with Pat Halstead resulting in a baby. The series follows this OC character (Rebecca "Bex" Herrmann) as she grows up and gets to know her brothers and the various Chicago teams. It is very much an AU, just to underscore that. It doesn't follow the same timeline and characters will follow different paths.

Part One was Oopsie Baby which you can read here.

Part Two was Promises Kept which you can read here.

Part Three was Stop Adopting My Friends which you can read here.

Part Four was If You Give a Mouse a Cookie which you can read here.

Part Five is a little side quest story where Bex does some matchmaking for one of her uncles. :D

Rating: Teen Audiences and Up

Relationships: Christopher Herrmann & Original Female Character, Jay Halstead & Original Female Character, Will Halstead & Original Female Character, Jay Halstead & Will Halstead, Greg 'Mouse' Gerwitz & Original Female Character, Jay Halstead & Greg 'Mouse' Gerwitz, Randy "Mouch" McHolland/Trudy Platt

Warnings: None that I can think of?

A/N: I'll post the link to the ao3 page at the bottom. This story has not only an OC character, but some quirky elements (i.e. Bex's Very Specific Superpowers) which may or may not be everyone's jam. Just FYI. Please enjoy my mostly fluffy with a bit of angst story. :D

Now Kiss!

Bex liked to see her friends happy. Jay jokingly called it checking on her chicks, but she also didn’t see him turning down the food she brought by when he was working long stretches for a tough case so he could just shush.

There was nothing wrong checking in on her people. And if she happened to see an opportunity to nudge them in the direction of that happiness, well, there was nothing wrong with that either.

She was responsible for all three of the couples in her friend group from school getting together. Devon and Sam, Faith and Ben, Kira and Malia.

Not all of her nudges were of the romantic variety. She steered well clear of her friend Emery’s love life. The girl was intent on dating asshole after gigantic asshole and no amount of pep talks from Bex or the rest of their friends would change that. However, when Emery was miserable with her job and trying to figure out what to do, Bex was the one who sat her down with two bottles of wine and a pen and a pad of paper. They stayed up all night hashing out pros and cons and wishes and dreams and budgets until they had a game plan.

Now Emery was happy at a clam at her new non-profit gig with plenty of time for painting and dating assholes on the side.

Since she’d moved home, she’d been keeping an eye on her Chicago family and she had a few projects in mind. Not Kim and Adam. She wasn’t touching that situation with a ten foot pole.

Otis. Kevin. Julie. Shay. They were all on her radar, but there was one person on the top of her list. Someone who had always been there for her and absolutely deserved to find his happiness—in whatever form that may appear.

Because, she thought as she listened to her dear Uncle Mouch tell her about his latest dating disaster, the man definitely couldn’t be trusted to sort it out on his own.

***

Trudy

Sergeant Platt glared out the precinct doors from her spot at the desk, cursing every cloud in the sky. Today of all days it had to be pissing down rain.

“Just perfect,” she muttered.

“Hey, Sarge, I need you to sign—” Mouse dumped a pile of folders in front of her and stopped short at the look on her face. “Whoa. Is, uh, is now a bad time?”

She leveled a look at him and he backed away slowly, holding his hands in the air. “Okay,” he said, before stopping himself and leaning in again. “Anything I can help with?”

“Not unless you can stop the rain,” she grumbled.

His forehead scrunched up in thought, smoothing out when Halstead and Lindsay came rushing through the doors, shaking the water off of their coats.

“I can’t,” he said with a little grin. “But I know someone who can. Maybe. Hey, Jay!”

Halstead jerked his chin at Mouse in greeting and came ambling over to them.

“Chuckles here can stop the rain?” Trudy scoffed.

“Sarge, it’s Detective Chuckles and—” he shot a look at Mouse. “What exactly are we talking about here?”

“You know Bex’s Very Specific Superpower? The once a year one?” Mouse muttered to him. “She use that up yet?”

“I have no idea,” Halstead murmured back. “I don’t know if she wants—”

“Hey,” Trudy leaned over the desk to get the attention of the two knuckleheads in front of it. “Explain or move along.”

“We’ll get back to you,” Halstead said, grabbing Mouse’s arm as they headed upstairs. Erin shrugged at her before following them.

She should have made ‘explain’ the only option. Get back to her with what?

***

Bex scrolled through the lengthy text from Jay and checked the time. She’d just finished up her volunteer shift at the hospital—the kids had wanted her to stop by so they could say happy birthday to her and she did a Halloween craft and singalong with them while she was there. She had to get over to Molly’s to start getting ready for the festivities there, but she had enough time to stop by the precinct.

This would be worth it. A new plan was forming in her brain and she turned it over to check every angle.

Definitely worth it.

Jay met her at the door, ushering her inside where she tried to not drip all over the floor.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked her, biting his lip anxiously. “I don’t want to take advantage or ask you to do something you’re not comfortable with and I wasn’t sure if you wanted her to know, but it sounds like it’s for a good cause—”

“It’s fine,” Bex cut him off, laughing lightly. “Jay, seriously, it’s okay. I knew I was saving it up for a reason, I just didn’t know what that reason was yet. We’re good.”

“Okay,” he squeezed her shoulder before turning to go back upstairs. “Good luck.”

“Not about luck,” she whispered and headed over to Sergeant Platt’s desk.

***

Trudy

“Mini-Chuckles,” Trudy eyed the girl approaching the desk. “What are you doing here?”

“Jay texted me,” she said with a bright smile. “Said the rain is wrecking some plans you had for tonight?”

“Supposed to have a Halloween block party for the Boys & Girls Club down the street,” Trudy said, more than a little bitter. “Haunted House and everything. Rain’s not going to stop in time for us to set up and there’s no room inside. Whole plan is down the toilet.”

“Okay,” the kid said. “I’ll help.”

Trudy blinked at her. “You’ll—how? You got access to an event space or something?”

“No, we’re going to stop the rain.”

“Get out of here, Mini-Chuckles, I’m not in the mood for this and you’re blocking the desk.”

Bex sighed at her and then pursed her lips. “I’m being serious,” she finally said. “You remember the cookie thing?”

“Uh-huh.” Trudy couldn’t help herself. She was actually curious to hear where this was going.

“It’s one of the things that I…do,” Bex said, waving a hand through the air. “I know what kind of cookies people like and once a year, I can stop the rain. And yes, I realize how that sounds, but you can ask my brothers and Mouse and they’ll back me up.”

“More than one person can share in a delusion, you know,” Trudy said after a moment.

“Will you just come outside with me for two seconds?” Bex asked, a note of frustration colouring her tone. “Or are you willing to tell the kids that you didn’t try everything possible to make this happen?”

Trudy eyed the kid who was looking back at her with wide, earnest eyes and dammit, she was going to kick herself if she didn’t try this stupid, definitely wasn’t going to work and was actually probably crazy thing. For the kids.

“Bertle, watch the desk,” she snapped out and strode toward the doors. “You better not be messing with me, Mini-Chuckles or so help me—”

The roar of the rain drowned out the rest of her threat as they reached the front step and huddled together under the tiny awning.

“Well?” Trudy motioned at the wall of water. “Do it.”

“First of all, a please goes pretty far,” Bex said, rolling her eyes. “And second of all, you have to help.”

“Oh, I do, do I?” Trudy turned, already done with this. Bex touched her arm to stop her from leaving.

“It’s like the cookies,” she said. “I don’t make the rules. The cookies know who they’re meant for. The rain stops if you believe it will. But everyone present has to believe it or it won’t work.”

Trudy felt her eyebrows reach her hairline. “I just have to believe the rain will stop.”

“Really believe it.”

Fine. She glared up at the sky. “It’s going to stop raining.”

It did not.

Bex was squinting at her. “Not quite there yet. Try again.”

“It’s going to stop raining,” Trudy said through gritted teeth, “Or so help me god, I’m going to set up an array of fans so large that it will blow every one of you clouds out of the sky and dry you up so thoroughly that you’ll never spread a drop of rain again. Ever.”

“Oh,” Bex said, sounding surprised. “That’s not how we usually go about it, but I think that’s working for you?”

Trudy looked up at the sky which was…actually looking a little lighter.

“You heard her,” Bex called out, ignoring the looks of cops walking past. Trudy tried to shush her, but Bex shook her off. “No, no, you have to commit remember? You heard her sky! This is Trudy Platt! She is smart and creative and persistent so you know she’ll find a way to follow through.”

The rain was beginning to slow and Trudy’s mouth dropped open. “The kid’s right,” she said. “I’ll do it! So cut it out! Right now!”

And it did.

“Hot damn.” Trudy looked down at a very smug looking Mini-Chuckles. “That was weird as heck, but I—thank you, Bex.”

“Anytime,” Bex replied before holding up a finger. “Well, actually, that was the one time for this year so we can’t actually do it again for awhile, but I’m glad it worked for today! I hope the kids have a great time. Stop by Molly’s later if you’re free!”

And then she trotted down the stairs and down the sidewalk. Trudy watched her go until she was out of sight.

“Weird as heck,” Trudy repeated as she headed back to her desk.

***

Bex

Molly’s was hopping and Bex was just about run off her feet.

“I can’t believe you came in on your birthday,” Gabi exclaimed as she mixed up drinks behind the bar. “I mean, I’m glad because—” she gestured at the chaos in front of them. “But still, you’re twenty-three today! You should be out partying!”

“Gabi, this is a party!” Bex laughed. “And why wouldn’t I want to hang out with all of you on my birthday? This is great! The roomies and I are going dancing tomorrow so I’m getting the best of both worlds.”

“As long as you’re having fun,” Gabi grinned back at her.

How could she not? Her friends and family cycled through the bar, wishing her happy birthday as they chatted and laughed with each other.

“Hey, birthday girl,” a familiar voice said and she looked up to see the smiling face of Mouse in front of her.

“You made it!” Bex was getting better at ignoring the swooping of her stomach every time she was met with those blue eyes. He’s Jay’s friend was the constant refrain in her mind. Definitely out of bounds. Not that she was thinking of him in an out of bounds kind of way. Nope. Definitely not.

“Yeah, sorry I’m late,” he said sheepishly. “Sergeant Platt had me setting some stuff up for her party. She was real happy to be going forward with it, Bex.”

Bex shrugged at him with a little smile. “Everyone should get to have a Halloween party,” she said. “It is the best day of the year, you know.”

“So, I’ve heard,” he saluted her with his beer before heading off to greet Jay and the team.

Right before the end of the night, Sergeant Platt herself showed up, making a beeline for Bex. “I still don’t know how you did it or if it was a coincidence or what,” she said, hands gripping the counter. “But thank you, Bex. The kids had a great time and I owe you one.”

“Oh, no—” Bex tried to wave her off, but Trudy wasn’t having any of it.

“I don’t like owing people,” she said. “We’ll make this square eventually.”

And then she left. Bex smiled to herself. They would most definitely be making this square.

***

Trudy

Three weeks later, Mini-Chuckles marched into the precinct and handed Trudy a slip of paper. “Be at that address tomorrow night at seven,” she said. “Wear something nice.”

Trudy eyed the kid, having absolutely zero trust in where this might be going, before glancing at the paper and recognizing the name of the restaurant. “What the hell is this?”

“Making it square,” Bex said. “You’re going to thank me eventually, but right now, we’ll call it even.” Then she turned around and scooted out the door before Trudy could find a reason to say no.

Dammit.

The next night rolled around and she did her make up and put on something nice and made her way to the damn restaurant.

Damn kid.

She gave her name to the hostess and was shown to a table where a familiar man was sitting. He stood to greet her, holding out a hand and smiling nervously. “Hi,” he said. “I’m Randall. Randall McHolland.”

She took his hand, despite herself. “Trudy. Trudy Platt.”

***

A few weeks later, Bex was leaning against the bar of Molly’s, grinning at Mouch and Trudy canoodling a few tables over.

“You look like you’re about to push their heads together and say ‘now kiss!’” Jay laughed.

“They don’t need me to do that,” Bex said with a nod in their direction.

Jay looked and then winced. “Why did I look? My eyes.”

“It’s sweet!” Bex protested. And it was. She was so freaking happy to see her Uncle Mouch finding love and happiness. Even if it was with Sergeant Platt. Bex knew she was winning her over, bit by bit. She wondered when she could start calling her Aunt Trudy?

…probably should wait a bit on that.

“Hey,” Jay said, calling her attention to him. “So, I heard from Will today.”

“Oh, yeah?” Bex hadn’t heard from him much aside from the occasional email. She got most of her news about him from Jay. “What’s Will up to?”

“Well…” Jay trailed off and Bex looked up sharply at him. This sounded like it might be actual news.

“He got a job at Med,” Jay finally said. “Will’s moving back home.”

Bex’s mouth dropped open as she searched for words to respond to that. Will. Moving back home after ten long years away.

This was going to be weird.

Click here to read Part Six in the series: Where There's a Will

(Here's the link to read Now Kiss! on ao3)

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Beheading In Front Of A Child - The Two Musketeers There is a movie franchise in which the bad guy boobytraps his victims to death and it’s called Saw and guess what… IT’S NOT FOR KIDS.Ĥ. He then boobytraps the bottle in such a way that if they try to get out of it, a gun will blow their brains off. Planned Homicide - Year of the MouseĪfter Jerry and his friend prank Tom a number of times, Tom gets them on gun-point and traps them inside a bottle. As the rope unties, three little kittens pop their heads out, purr and rush towards their paradise.Īnd the guard, while shaking his head, says “what some people won’t do.” Imagine explaining this scene to your kid.

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chefdoeuvre · 3 years

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Aftermath

Jay Halstead

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Sister!Reader

Description: People always tend to forget about the aftermath.

Words: 2,122

Requested: yes by anonymous; second, if it's ok i wanted to request a part two to the imagine? i was wondering if you could just explore the aftermath of her assault, as she continues to heal and accept what's happened to her. by this i mean experiencing ptsd and having nightmares, flashbacks and dealing with certain triggers. also, maybe she could still sometimes turn to substances as many survivors do, and just break down sometimes. obviously since it's a halstead sister fic and i love the support system in the last story, i'd love to see jay helping her through everything and being super protective + some scenes with the rest of intelligence? but it's obviously up to you. thank you so much <3

Warnings: mention of drinking, sexual assault, drugs, language, PTSD, Jay Halstead and all of Intelligence being the best.

A/N: This is the long awaited part two to Infliction, and by long-awaited I mean like a month later. I tried to make the end light hearted because it seemed like a good way to go. I apologize in advance for any grammatical errors.

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It had been a few weeks since the party and things were beginning to look up. You and Brayden started hanging out more and it was safe to say the two of you were on your way to becoming best friends. The group of guys had all been arrested and sent far away from you. You, Jay, and Will have been having more frequent family movie nights instead of them heading out to Molly's every free night they got. Intelligence had basically adopted you as one of their own and even went out of their way to hang out with you. Kim and Hailey had girls nights away from the ever-annoying guys they work with. Adam and Kevin practically chauffeured you to hangouts with Brayden and took you out to your favorite diner on the weekends. Even Hank had called you once in a while as a check-in and to keep you informed about your case. Overall things seemed to be getting better for you.

Except for one little detail. Your PTSD was hitting you like a truck. Of course, the only person who even remotely knew what was happening was Brayden because he was the one person you spent most of your time with. Thankfully he was there to help ground you and calm you down when it all became too much for you. This wasn't sudden, it's been building up since it happened and clearly you needed to work on accepting it rather than shoving it all down. That's one thing you and Jay had in common, the two of you always had trouble addressing your problems no matter how big they became.

Currently, you were laying in bed and staring up at your ceiling that Jay had covered in stars for you. If there was one thing about you is that you still are a child at heart. You had been shocked awake by your recurring nightmare. It always followed the same premise of the night of the party but every night there were either different people, points of view, or different actions you took that still led you to the same outcome. There were dried tears staining your cheeks that you hadn't bothered to wipe away and every few moments there would be a soft sniffle to break the eerie silence.

Having enough of staring up at your ceiling you let out a low huff and pushed yourself up to a sitting position. You turned to the side and looked at the clock resting on your nightstand. The clock read 4:19 AM which was clearly too early for you to be up but too late for you to try and go back to sleep before Jay's rustling while getting ready would wake you up. Reaching over to open the drawer in your nightstand you checked the small bottle hidden under the glasses case that held your blue light ones. It was three-quarters full of vodka you had inconspicuously stolen from Jay's cabinet. You kept promising yourself that you wouldn't drink anymore, but clearly, that wasn't really panning out in your favor. Sure you would have a swig or two before braving yourself and heading off to school but it was to take the edge off, not to get drunk.

If Jay were to check through your drawer he'd probably think otherwise. You had stopped with the pills since he had found you, but what he doesn't know won't hurt him so you continued to drink. Obviously, it wasn't a lot and definitely not enough to get you drunk off your ass. You just wanted to be buzzed enough to have the courage to walk into your dreaded school every morning and deal with the numerous triggers you kept on discovering.

Eventually, it was time for you actually start getting ready for school. Jay had already left for work a while ago, leaving a kiss on your head before stepping out the door. You pulled on a random outfit that was comfortable and your usual pair of shoes before throwing your backpack over your shoulder and walked downstairs. Deciding against your worst judgment you made the choice to brave the day without the buzz of alcohol. Waiting at the front entrance of your building was Brayden. Like every morning the two of you would walk to school together if Jay had to go into the district early. If Jay only had paperwork that day he would drive the two of you to school instead, but that didn't happen very often.

The two of you walked to school silently, only exchanging a few words of greeting. Once you had made it to the large building you both had to split up for your classes. The day went on like usual, boring teachers droning on about upcoming assignments and tests. Lunch had arrived after what seemed like forever and you sat at an empty table practically half asleep. You held your head in your hand as you kept your eyes from slipping shut at the exhaustion.

"You not feeling too hot there?" One of your classmates from English asked as he passed by.

You froze at the familiar words before shaking yourself out of the memory.

"Fine, just tired." You brushed off their comment as he nodded with an understanding smile before continuing to his table.

Moments later the door opened and you picked your head up reluctantly. It was a few guys on the football team.

"You not feeling too hot there?" One of the seniors asked you.

You simply shook your head which only worsened the pain in it. The boys walked a few steps closer before placing their hands on your shoulders. They shoved you back onto the bed and immediately your body began to react.

You kicked and punched aimlessly to get them off of you but your movements were uncoordinated and your mind was foggy. There were too many of them and they began to overpower you, their hands wandering to unwanted places.

“Y/N?” Brayden’s voice pulled you out of the flashback.

“Huh?” Your teary eyes darted around his face before focusing on his concerned expression.

“Let’s head to the library, all right?” Brayden suggested already standing up from his seat across from you.

You nodded silently before hiking your bag over your shoulder and walked to the library beside him. Luckily at your school, they were lenient enough to let you head to the library during lunch. Usually, the kids didn’t take advantage of it but it was an unspoken spot of peace for you and Brayden.

The two of you sat at a table near the back and Brayden pulled a chair up beside you.

“Want to talk about what happened back at lunch?” Brayden asked softly.

You bit your lip in contemplation. This had been happening for weeks and every time you’d shake your head and change the subject. But the fact was it wasn’t getting better and you just needed to tell somebody that you weren’t okay. A few tears slipped out of your eyes which led to quiet sobs escaping from your lips. Brayden offered you a hug with outstretched arms, making sure to check if you were okay with it. You leaned forward into his embrace and squeezed his waist tightly. He held you there while rubbing soothing circles on your back until your cries stopped. You lifted your head off his chest and wiped away the remained tears on your cheeks before speaking up.

“Uh, flashbacks. I’ve been getting them for a while. I thought they’d go away, but they haven’t.” You explained with a sigh, avoiding his gaze and instead taking interest in your hands.

“Okay first, if they happen again tell me, or pull on my sleeve and I’ll get you somewhere quiet. Got it?” Brayden bent his head to try and get into your eye line.

You nodded your head with a hum before he spoke up again, “since they haven’t gone away maybe you should talk to someone. Preferably a professional, but if you’re only comfortable telling me then I’m all ears. Although, I’m not sure that I can cure you with magic, wish I could though.” Brayden tried to lighten the mood with his magic comment.

“Thanks, Brayden. Jay actually has been bugging me about seeing a therapist. Said it helped him with his PTSD, I think I might take him up on it.” You looked up at the boy with pursed lips.

“That’s good. Just know we’re not trying to force you into anything, we just want you to feel better however long that may take.” Brayden gave you a soft smile.

“You are wise beyond your years, you know that?” You smiled back with a small laugh.

“I try, I try.” Brayden shrugged nonchalantly.

“Can you come with me to the district after school?” You asked cautiously.

“Of course, not like I’d rather do my homework.” Brayden laughed.

“And there’s the Brayden I know.” You smiled widely.

Soon enough you and Brayden had been making your way to the twenty-first district to talk with Jay and probably the rest of Intelligence. The air was lighter between the two of you once you had finally started to open up. Of course, you hadn’t spilled everything but the little you had told him made the weight on your shoulders lessen slightly.

“Ah, baby Halstead and company, what brings you here?” Trudy greeted from the front desk with a tight-lipped smile. Even if she didn’t want to admit it, she had a soft spot for you.

“Can you ring us upstairs? I need to talk with Jay.” You asked.

“You’re lucky they haven’t caught a case today.” Trudy walked out from behind her desk and led you and Brayden upstairs.

“Thank you, Trudy.” You smiled and followed the woman.

“I have a special delivery for Detective Chuckles.” Trudy spoke up once the three of you reached the top of the steps.

Jay’s head snapped up from his desk with a look of confusion when his eyes landed on you. He quickly stood up and scanned you over for anything.

“What happened, are you all right?” Jay cupped your cheek in concern before sparing a glance at Brayden for any sign of something bad.

“I’m okay, I just needed to talk to you.” You reassured him.

“All right. You wanna head into the kitchen?” Jay asked.

“No, we could talk at your desk. They’re all gonna find out anyway.” You gestured to the rest of the unit who was watching the two of you intently.

Jay nodded his head and led you to his desk. You reached out and held onto Brayden’s arm as you pulled him along to take a seat and sit beside you. Of course, at this, the entire unit had gathered around with concerned faces once you started to explain to them. Jay’s expression was held with soft eyes as he listened to you agree with wanting to try therapy and asking for help.

Once you were done Jay stood up and placed a kiss on the top of your head before whispering into your hair, “I’m proud of you.” Jay pulled away to give you a warm smile.

“All right come here you little muffin.” Kim held out her arms with a smile.

You stepped forward into her embrace as she squeezed you tightly, she rocked the two of you from side to side eliciting a small giggle out of you. Hailey joined the hug with a laugh once Kim pulled her by the arm.

Antonio placed a hand on your shoulder once you, Hailey, and Kim pulled away, “I’m proud of you, kiddo.” He offered you a kind nod.

“So proud.” Kevin gave you one of his signature bear hugs.

“Okay, it’s my turn.” Adam squeezed his way to stand in front of you. Which caused everyone to laugh at his eagerness.

“I could never forget about you, Ruz.” You wrapped your arms around his shoulders as he lifted your toes off the ground.

“Are we done yet? You guys are treating my sister like an attraction.” Jay sassed.

“You’re just mad that you only got to kiss me on the head and not a hug.” You retorted from leaning back into Brayden with a smirk.

“No, not true.” Jay shook his head with furrowed brows.

“Yup, totally jealous.” You nodded convinced.

“How did we go from a serious topic to Halstead and mini Halstead having a sarcasm battle?” Adam questioned with a confused expression.

“I learned to stop questioning it.” Brayden shrugged from behind you.

“It’s how we cope. Halstead thing, I guess.” You said with raised brows.

“Fair enough.” Jay sighed.

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imperfectcourt · 3 years

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Andreil Prompt:

Neil is an Assassin. Some day something goes very, very wrong. So the first time Andrew meets Neil, Neil has to explain to him that he accidentally poisened him and Andrew has to go to the hospital to get the antidote.

So I was really unsure about this but when I got going I got really excited about it! But I also COMPLETELY MISSED the line where it said "the first time" so this is very much not the first time they meet ;__; sorry! I hope you like it though!

Neil had never panicked on a job before. He’d never made a mistake or killed the wrong person or not killed the right person. He could kill whoever he was told to kill, he could kill however he was told to kill, and he could be whoever he was told to be in order to do it.

Killing Andrew Minyard was the worst and last mistake Neil would ever make.

Worming his way into A. Minyard’s life hadn’t been easy but it had been natural- the most honest work of his filthy, bloody life.

It had to be this way. It couldn’t look like a typical mob hit, anything abrupt and easy would look suspicious. The call had to come from inside the house, or so they say.

Neil tipped the vial into the remnants of the whiskey bottle and poured two modest glasses. It wouldn’t be pleasant for him but he’d built up enough of a tolerance to survive. Odorless, collarless, no paper trail. He’d suffer some hallucinations and maybe some minor liver damage but he’d live and after tonight he’d be free. No more Moriyama’s. No more contracts. No more death.

No more Andrew.

Neil brought one glass up to swirl, smell, sniff, and sip. A perfectly normal glass of whiskey. He brought out onto the small balcony and put them on the rickety table between two lawn chairs. Andrew picked his up and didn’t make the small cheers motion he always did as a silent thanks, didn’t drink. He’d been staring at his closed phone for the last half hour. Neil knew he would say what was wrong in time (if there was time).

“There’s something I need to tell you,” he said after several long minutes, punctuating the statement with a sip. Guess there was time, after all. Neil sat sideways on his chair so he could watch Andrew light a cigarette.

“That sounds ominous. You’re not a murderer are you?”

Andrew’s top lip curled in a small, vicious smile. “That’s a truth for a different day.”

No, it wasn’t, and Neil found himself reaching for another mouthful of whiskey. Andrew raised a brow at this, having caught on a while ago that Neil liked to draw the drink out as long as possible if it meant he didn’t have to go home yet.

“It’s nothing to form a drinking habit over, calm down.” Andrew took up his drink again and every sip he took felt like friendly fire. “You’re going to see something on the news tomorrow and I’d rather tell you myself than get pissy with me for not bringing it up sooner.”

“Secrets secrets are no fun,” Neil parroted. Andrew kicked out his socked foot to hit Neil’s heel and didn’t pull it back.

“A story will be dropping about my brother’s involvement in a gang bust tonight. Just got word that everything went well but his services had been needed on sight.” With the hand that held the cigarette, he gave his cellphone a little shake.

“You have a brother?” That hadn’t been in the assignment, but family matters were often left out for jobs like this. He couldn’t go in knowing too much and risk exposing himself.

“My twin.”

“You have a twin?”

Andrew threw back the rest of his drink and waved it at Neil’s face. “The only reason I’m telling you is because you’re going to see him parading around on t.v. with my face. We’re not that close.”

A gang bust. Big enough for national news. That couldn’t- that would mean-

“What’s his name?”

“Aaron.”

“A. Minyard. Doctor Aaron Minyard.”

Andrew froze. Looked at Neil so expressionless he might as well have been stone. “I never said he was a doctor.”

He didn’t have to. Dr. A Minyard. Fox affiliated attached to a photograph. Andrew had his PhD and his connection to Kevin Day was easy enough to find if you knew where to look. The Foxes were an elusive bunch of vigilantes but everyone had heard of Kevin Day, son of the founders of the Foxes.

Neil had never made a mistake before and killing Andrew Minyard was the biggest mistake of his life. He knocked the glass from Andrew’s hand only because Andrew let him.

“Now, right now,” he changed, grabbing Andrew by the sleeve and tugging him back inside. It only worked because Andrew let him. Andrew was always letting Neil, trusting Neil. And for what? For this?

Neil let go when he was sure Andrew would follow him and rushed to the tiny kitchen. He took the water glass by the sink and upended the entire salt shaker into it.

“Drink this right now,” he ordered Andrew.

Andrew did not take it.

“Andrew, trust me just one last time. Just this one last time trust me and drink this. Just this once. Just this one last time.” There was time. There was barely time. It had been less than a minute, there had to be time.

Neil didn’t know what he would do if Andrew didn’t drink, if Neil killed him for nothing. No matter what the outcome, no matter Andrew's decision, Neil would die either way.

Andrew took the salt water, drank the whole thing, and promptly threw up in the sink.

Neil watched, hands in his hair and tears clouding his eyes as Andrew righted himself, wiping at his mouth with the back of his wrist.

“That’ll give you time to get to the hospital. You have to go now, you’ve got time.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” Andrew put his hand slowly, calmly, over Neil’s throat, “until you explain.”

He pressed him into the wall.

Neil let him.

“You were supposed to be my last one and my contract would be fulfilled,” he said.

“Explain better than that. What does this have to do with Aaron?”

“There’s no time-”

“Then make it quick.” He pressed against Neil’s throat and Neil’s hands came up instinctively to grab his arm. He stopped before making contact.

“I was born into a debt that the Moriyama’s own. I was one of their hit men. A. Minyard. Fox associate. And a picture. That was my last assignment and I could finally… I could…”

Words were getting harder. He had begun ingesting the poison before Andrew and hadn’t gotten any of it out of his system.

“You’re the only one I never…”

“Never what? Never shot like a coward? Never succeeded in killing?”

“Never wanted to.” His hands came down onto Andrew’s forearm even though he didn’t have permission. His vision was swimming around the edges and he couldn’t tell if it was because of the drug or the pressure on his trachea. “I didn’t want to kill you. H-hospital. You still need the hospital. You have time.”

“Why should I believe a single thing you say?”

“I’ve never lied to you.” It was so important for him to say that somehow the words came out with conviction. “Never lied. Andrew, you’re amazing and I love you but you need to leave right now.”

His knees gave out and for the briefest moment all of his weight was being held by the hand on his throat. Andrew lowered them both to the ground.

“What did- You idiot.” Ah, yes. He must have caught on. “You did all this to live only to fucking kill yourself? Neil. Neil… Neil!”

Neil had never panicked on a job, but he’d also never woken up in a hospital bed before. He was aware of the spike in noise before he was aware of his surroundings.

“The worst assassin in history.”

Neil groaned but didn’t yet open his eyes. His memory was just solid enough to know what he’d taken and experience told him he wasn’t ready to face the spinning world.

“Can’t say he was wrong, technically,” the same voice said.

“What kind of assassin not only chooses the wrong target but falls in love with their dumb ass?”

“This dumb ass has the same level of education as your dumb ass.”

“My dumb ass has a doctorate of medicine, not in books.”

“Literature.”

“Still dumb.”

“Sssh,” Neil breathed out, testing the waters of control and strength. He had very little of either.

“Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, the dumbest of asses.”

“Give him another hour and he might even be able to respond.”

“Now who would want that.”

The second time Neil woke up in a hospital, it was enough for him to look around and realize this was not a hospital but rather a medically furnished bedroom.

“I hate you.”

He turned his head to see Andrew slouching back in an overstuffed, wingback chair. The look on his ever-passive face was angry and Neil would take angry over dead any day.

“You made it,” he slurred. His mouth felt like cotton. “You made it,” he said again because it was right and good. “You made it.”

“Shut up.”

“I’m fine. Got a tolerance”

“Is that something they teach you in the bright sunny world of the Nest?”

Neil made a finger gun at Andrew (why?) and slowly, slowly tilted himself onto his side to see him better. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew there were things he needed to worry about, but for now he just wanted to look.

“I’m happy you’re alive.”

“I don’t care.” And he sounded like he didn’t, but that was how he always sounded. Still Andrew. Still him. Still alive. For a long, quiet while they stared at each other.

“I have to go before the Moriyama’s come looking to do clean up. This won’t be tolerated.”

“No. It won’t be. But not by the Moriyama’s.”

Andrew stood in a motion that made him look much older than he was, tired. As he came to stand over the bed, Neil couldn’t help but stare because not killing Andrew Minyard was the only right thing he had ever done.

“The Foxes completed their take down of the Moriyama’s. It’s been all over the news, which you would have seen if you hadn’t poisoned yourself.”

The… the what? Something must have shown on Neil’s face because Andrew pressed him down into the bed a split second before he’d tried to sit up. As consciousness cleared his fog, his brain began catching up enough to understand that he wasn’t understanding. The synapses were there but they weren’t connecting.

“I don’t understand,” he whispered. Andrew’s mask twitched.

“Of course you don’t, you’ve been too deep cover to keep up with what was right under your nose. The Foxes won, there are no more Ravens, and you, Nathaniel, are a free man.”

The sound of that name, his name, sent a flinch so hard through his body that it made something cramp in his stomach. Andrew watched, bored, as he curled in on himself. If he knew that name, if his cover was blown so spectacularly, then there must be an ounce of truth to it.

“I’m just… Neil. I just want to be Neil.”

“Well, Neil.” Andrew slid his hand into Neil’s hair and squeezed, not hard but enough to tilt his head back. “If you ever do something that stupid again I will kill you myself.” Something in his eyes, however passive he tried to pull off, told Neil that Andrew was not referring to his own attempted murder.

“Were you… worried about me?” That couldn’t be right.

“I don’t know, Neil.” He kept saying his name like that and Neil didn’t know what to feel about it. “My whatever of a good stretch of time nearly killed himself. How should I be feeling?”

“I nearly killed you. I only poisoned myself a little.”

“Why?”

Why? The easy answer was forensics. Two glasses. Two drinkers. One lucky to survive the ordeal. But that wasn’t all of it. As Neil stared up up at Andrew, here at the other side of it all, he could admit to himself that he was glad for the punishment.

“Because… because I was going to kill you to save my own life and I had never hated myself for anything more than that.”

“I hate you,” Andrew spat.

“As long as you’re alive to hate me it’s fine.”

“Shut up.”

“Tell me more about the take down.”

“No.”

“Is your brother a Fox? Do I have to be killed for knowing that?”

“You have to be killed because you won’t shut your mouth.”

A good stretch of time. That’s how long Neil had been worming his way to be Andrew’s whatever. And in all that time he’d never felt safer. He lifted a shaky hand and waited. It took nearly a minute before Andrew released his hair and took the hand up in his own.

He didn’t apologize for trying to kill him. He didn’t apologize for coming into his life under false pretenses. If Andrew was there now, he trusted Neil enough to understand. They could talk about it later.

“Go back to sleep,” Andrew ordered quietly.

“So I’ll shut up?” Neil whispered back. His eyes were already drifting closed.

“Sure.”

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