consider; will breaks a rib or something and apollo kids cant be healed as quickly as everyone else due to their natural ability to heal others, so will cant bind for a while until it heals. nico is by his side all day and glares at everyone, daring them to say something, silencing them with his terrifying death glare. nobody picks up on it though. almost everyone has seen will without his binder at least once, so they dont think much of it, and will is nice even if he’s kind of a hermit, so no one pokes fun at him. while nico thinks they’re afraid of him and he’s scaring them into submission, they really assume nico’s glare just means he’s in a bad mood today. if some people are a little kinder to him at the night’s bonfire, nico doesn’t question it.
beautiful, isn’t it?” I mumble. The twinkling lights are mesmerizing and I just
can’t seem to focus on anyone else, not even the amazing man beside me that
brought me here tonight. When Harry only hums a response, I take my gaze off
the fireworks ahead of me and stare at his sharp jawline.
Harry had been acting differently. At first I noticed little things, like him
closing off and disappearing into his own head for short amounts of time, but
after a while he started raising these walls around him, pretending to be
someone who is not even though the real Harry I had met two years prior was
something I wish everyone had in his life.
Harry did not only have a name to keep, but also a reputation. Yes, he was
pictured as a womanizer and I think he did won best dressed maleagain
last year, although I don’t keep up with that. I keep up with what actual Harry
is up too, what ticks him, what he enjoys doing. Most of the things the media
bring to attention aren’t very good small details of a bigger picture.
that’s why this friendship works so damn well. That might also be the absolute
number one reason I fell madly in love with this man. I’d never risk anything
to put our friendship in jeopardy, because I honestly believe I’d never find
someone like him, ever again. He was the only real thing in a world filled with
lies and misinterpretations.
actually terrified I’ll never get to see the real Harry again. And whatever I
try, I just can’t seem to get through to him. So when he appeared at my door,
giant grin on his rosy lips and a bottle of expensive champagne held up in one
hand, I couldn’t decline.
you staring at me like that?” Harry laughs, pulling his bottom lip between his
pearly white teeth before his glance is cast in my direction. I can feel the
rosy hue appear on my cheeks, but they’re transparent to Harry’s gaze due to
the harsh lighting of the fireworks going off in front of us.
lighting is doing you good.” I decide to go with a true compliment, although that
wasn’t initially on my mind. I love the smile that it draws on his lips, the
way his eyes crinkle and how he then casts his glance away. “Do you say that to
I shrug my shoulders with a grin and let a shriek flow from my lips when I feel
Harry’s elbow collide with my ribs. “Hey, I gave you a really nice compliment
and this is how you repay me?”
“What do you want to hear? How beautiful you look? You always do, Y/n.” Harry
huffs as he rolls his eyes and fixates his gaze back onto the sparkly lights
disappearing as quickly as they appear.
of the most kind-hearted people I know Harry, you deserve all of this success
you’re receiving, you know that right?” I decide to bring up the new single,
the one that’s supposed to come out in just a few hours – at midnight to be
exact. He hadn’t mentioned it since I had heard it when he had initially
finished it. It was his baby, his first solo record and he didn’t seem to utter
another word about it. It had been months and it saddened me because it was so
that new man of yours?” Harry’s voice changes tone, and when I decide to peek I
see the frown that has set onto his eyebrow. I guess we’re still not talking
about it, and I decide to drop it. Last time I had tried to initiate
conversation we ended up not speaking to each other for almost two weeks. Which
were the worst two weeks of my life, really. “That’s over and done with, didn’t
I mention that?”
you didn’t.” Harry sighs and I see the small smile tug at his lips. I scoot a
little bit closer to Harry, although I’m not sure why. “Well, sorry then.”
“Why did you break up? I thought you liked him.” Harry throws his arm around my
shoulder and I lay my head on his shoulder, taking in a deep breath as I focus
back on the popping flashing of light.
really did, I think.” I mumble, dropping my hand onto Harry’s knee and giving
it a firm squeeze. “I’m searching for something else.” I finish off, feeling my
heart throb in my throat. Indirectly, in my own head, I had confessed my love
for Harry. He would never see it as such, but that didn’t take away any of the
anxiety coursing through my body.
great that you know what you want.”
know what you want?”
I’m sure she hasn’t even given it a thought. I think I’m nothing more to her
than just a really good friend.”
that? Harry if you want this girl, go and get her. Do you even realize how
amazing you are? You always put me up when I’m down. You watch the most
horrifying movies with me whenever I want to, without any complaint. You once
showed up at my door just because I sounded blue to you on the phone. I’m sure
whatever girl you want is just as madly in love with you as you are with her.”
I grin, squeezing his knee for emphasis as I let my eyes dart along the sky,
trying to follow every firework going off.
know what sign of the times is about?” Harry suddenly questions and I feel
myself stiffen in his embrace as he for the first time in weeks talks about his
song or upcoming album.
“Well I interpreted it as hope.” I decide to voice my own thoughts and feelings
as simply as possible.
great part of it. I think – in whatever time of your life you are, it might – I
don’t know – can be interpreted in whatever way it suits you.” Harry starts to
stumble over his words as if he were nervous, his ring clad fingers toying with
his jeans as he avoids my gaze as well as the sounds going on around us.
saying I’m hoping for something?” I smile, somewhat feeling my own nerves
bubbling in my stomach as I pull away from Harry, smiling brightly at his
could say it like that. But I think we all hope something, right?” Harry grins
right back at me and I slowly let my eyes close, nodding once, but firmly at
his statement – or question.
agree verbally, wanting to lay my head again against his shoulder but he stops
me, his eyes searching mine tentatively as I keep frozen in my spot. I let a
low breath slip past my opened lips, my tongue darting out to wet them before I
suck my bottom lip into my mouth, slowly biting down on it.
to click in Harry’s mind and before I can completely comprehend what is
happening or is about to happen, Harry leans in but hovers right before his
lips are about to meet mine. He lets me decide if I want this – if I want to kiss
him and as soon as my brain has caught up to current events, I lean the short
distance and press my lips firmly against his.
large hand cups my cheek and for a second I feel like I might burst out into
tears of happiness, but instead I settle for a large grin which almost breaks
up our kiss. I feel the vibrations of Harry’s chuckle against my lips as my
away, keeping his hand in place, as he seems to catch his breath. His lips
press to mine once more in a gentle, simple peck right as the last few
fireworks make their last pop in front of us, illuminating the dark night sky.
Shut Up (Julian x Reader) Imagines - Fluff/Jealousy
Imagine: You and Barry were just geeking out in the forensics lab, and Julian can’t help but get a little jealous…
“That’s so cool!”
“I know, right?!”
“And then, the part where he spelled out Francis –”
“That was gory, but so funny…!”
Julian heaved a heavy sigh. For the past hour, the meta-human expert has been listening to you and his helpless half-wit of a partner Allen gushing over the latest Marvel movie, Deadpool, and it was honestly driving him insane.
I mean, really… Julian scowled as he watched you fawn over his lab mate. Is it too much to ask for a little peace and quiet?
Not that he minded hearing your voice.
He loved listening to you. You were always so sweet, angelic - an infectiously happy person that somehow made him smile.
It was Allen’s yammering that he couldn’t stand. He just found his partner’s voice so…
Though, truth be told, he didn’t like how you went to the movies with Allen over the weekend either.
Waking in the morning in a sea of sheets and Auston’s face nestled
against my shoulder, I can’t help but stare down at him. His hair is a complete
mess, and I can already see the shadow under his eyes from lack of sleep. We
had spent the night gently waking each other until we were both utterly
exhausted. Even though he had played games on back to back nights, he still
lasted longer than I had. Now looking down at him, his bare chest just visible
from me throwing the sheets off, probably from overheating from his body and
mine, I can hardly believe I’m waking up next to him again.
I try to lay
there as long as I possibly can, letting Auston sleep but my bladder doesn’t
let it last much longer. Luckily, he’s only resting his torso against me and
I’m able to wiggle my legs to the edge of the bed, though getting his head off
my shoulder proves to be a little more difficult. I move as slowly as I
possibly can but it still wakes him. Auston blinks his brown eyes at me, the
tired expression on his face melting my heart and a small part of me dies.
whisper, smiling at him while lightly touching his face with my fingertips.
whispers back, taking a deep breath and sighing, nuzzling my chest and frowning
when he realizes I have a t-shirt on. “I don’t remember you getting dressed?”
He asks, picking at the shirt with his finger.
last time, you were kinda out of it after…” I bite my lip to keep from laughing
when his eyes narrow at me.
that very clearly, just nothing after,” he says and I giggle.
“As much as I
would prefer to lay here with you… I really have to go the bathroom,” I shift
my legs and make a face at him.
pouts and detangles his arm from around my waist and lifts himself on to his
elbow so I can slide out from under him. The sheet pools at his waist and I
blush, quickly looking away. Auston chuckles and pinches my side.
He asks, grabbing my arm and pulling me down for a kiss.
“I’m not shy!
I’m just being respectful!” I protest but let him kiss me anyways.
disrespect me anytime you want,” he smirks up at me and I swat at his bare
scold and he laughs.
he says, putting his hands behind his head and giving me a look that makes my
I make to
stand up and instantly have to sit back down, wincing slightly.
okay?” Auston asks, frowning at me and probably wondering why my face is fifty
shades of red.
everything’s good,” I say quickly, gritting my teeth and cringing as I stand
again. Oh my god! I whimper quietly
as I retreat to the bathroom, closing the door behind me and leaning against
it, letting out a sigh of pain. Dear God,
what did he do to me? I stumble to the sink and look into the mirror. My eyes
are too bright and my cheeks a dusting of red, a slightly smug look on my face
but also a twinge of discomfort.
When I walk
back out into the bedroom he’s still laying on the bed, his eyes flash up my
bare legs to my face.
standing there and come here,” he says, holding out a hand to me.
make my way to bed and hope he doesn’t notice. “You’re walking funny.” So much for that.
“I am not,” I
mutter, climbing onto the bed and resting on my knees beside him.
“You are, I
didn’t mean to make you sore,” he says outright and I blush furiously, looking
anywhere but at him.
“Why are you
so blunt with everything?” I ask him exasperated.
and rests a hand on my leg, squeezing it gently.
comfortable with you,” he says and I warm at his words, biting my lip to hide
he whispers, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me across him,
kissing my neck before rolling me underneath him. “I’ll make you feel better,”
he whispers against my skin and shiver.
remember you becoming a nurse,” I mutter and he grins.
“Well, I feel
a little responsible…” he starts and I cut him off.
“A little?” I ask him and he laughs.
“Okay, fully responsible. Although, you did
wake me more times than I woke you,” he adds and I smile shyly up at him.
“Worth it,” I
mumble and as he nips at my neck.
do need to lose the shirt in order for me to fully make up to you,” he says,
his hands already at the hem and tugging it up my belly.
sure the shirt is just hindering your best possible performance…” I muse at
him, though I arch my back to help.
hardly awake last night, obviously I wasn’t up to par,” he says, his lip trailing
down my throat.
talking, more showing,” I whisper, my eyes closing on their own.
Less than an
hour later I’m stepping out of the shower and towel drying my hair when I hear
the front door open and my dogs bounding up the stairs, overly hyped up after a
play session with Auston outside. They come barreling into my room and look
around for a second before they spot me and jump around at my knees.
girls,” I laugh, leaning down and kissing them both on their soft heads.
appears behind them, a little out a breath still.
me and asked it was safe for him to come over,” Auston says, grinning at me.
police Mitchell swooping in,” I roll my eyes playfully.
says the exact same thing about you,” he says and I scowl.
“Of course he
does. It’s not my fault he’s like a five year old when he eats!”
his hands up in mock surrender. “I’m just relaying information, babe. Mind if I
shower?” He adds, and I notice his overnight bag at his feet.
ahead,” I say, moving past him into the bedroom and towards my closet.
in the shower, not bothering to close the door at all much to my embarrassment.
Wonder what its’ like be so confident…
I step back into the bathroom to brush my teeth and Auston’s phone goes off
next to the sink. I glance at it out of habit of looking at my own and notice
his background is a picture of me. Going still, I tilt my head at the screen
and try to ignore my heart pounding against my ribs.
I ask through a mouthful of toothpaste.
“What are you
doing next Saturday? You don’t have a game do you?” I ask him, rinsing my
toothbrush under the sink tap.
I blush for a reason unknown to me, suddenly unbearably shy.
I hear the
curtain pull back slightly and I can see Auston’s head sticking out.
going to ask me on a date?” He smirks at me and I turn even redder.
“No!” I snap,
looking anywhere but at him, choosing the ceiling to stare at. “I mean yes,” I
admit, chewing on my tongue.
I don’t have
to look at Auston to know that his face is nearly splitting in two with a grin.
“Then ask me,”
he teases and I make a face at him.
“Do I have
to?” I whine, and his face lights up even more.
“Yep, I think
someone asked me if I wanted to hang out with them next Saturday… better have a
good reason to cancel on them…” he says and I know he’s lying.
nose, I face him and right when I open my mouth he talks over me.
“Can you not
look like you just stepped in dog shit while asking me? Kinda gives me a bad
vibe,” Auston says, biting his lip to hide his laugh.
I huff at him
and put on the sweetest face I possibly can, leaning into him slightly until I feel
the mist from the shower.
you please be my date to my cousin’s wedding on Saturday?” I bat my eyelashes
at him, and push my arms together which in turn presses my boobs together and his
attention goes directly to my chest.
like that, I’ll say yes to whatever you want,” Auston says and I smile, I go to
pull away but Auston grabs my waist and pulls me half into the shower, my upper
half once again getting completely soaked.
squeal, trying in vain to pull away. “I just got dry!” I complain through my
“Oh, I don’t
believe that for a second,” Auston whispers alluringly to me and I hit his arm.
you? A jack rabbit?” I pull back out of the shower much to his amusement and
peel my now sopping wet shirt off and throw it in the sink. Auston peeks out at
me right when I go for the clasp of my bra and I scowl at him, deciding to go
into my closet to take that off, this time much to his disappointment.
Half an hour
later I’m scarfing down my cereal while Auston makes an omelet, he eyes my
cereal warily and opens his mouth to speak and I cut him off with a wave of my
dare say a single damn thing about my cereal. I’m not the professional athlete,
I can eat whatever the hell I want,” I say without even looking up from the
maze on the back of my Reese’s Puffs box.
his mouth and goes about getting his breakfast ready. There’s a knock on the
door a few minutes later which surprises me, but then in barges Mitch and Will
and the surprise disappears. They immediately weasel their way into the kitchen
and Mitch opens the fridge and throws a scowl at me.
even notice did you?” He asks me.
I look up
from my cereal puzzled, “What?”
in and when he pulls back, in his hand is two bags of carrots and he throws
them on the counter in front of me and I raise my eyebrows at him.
“I bought you
your carrots and you didn’t even notice!” Mitch exclaims and I stare at him for
a moment before bursting out laughing at the ridiculous expression on his face.
“Too busy with your fancy new telescope to even care,” Mitch mutters under his
breath and I laugh harder.
the carrots, Mitchell,” I eventually am able to get out through my laughs. “You’re
no longer on my shit list,” I wink at him and he rolls his eyes, flinging the
carrots back into the fridge and going into the living room to pout and play COD
with some guys online.
Auston goes and joins them, all three of them with their headsets on. I lean
back across the counter I just cleaned in the kitchen and watch them. My two
dogs seem to decide that Mitch is at the perfect level for a kiss attack and I
hear his protests as they knock him over onto his back and proceed to step on
and kiss every exposed part of him, much to the amusement to Will who is
apparently on a different team as Auston and Mitch and proceeds to kill Mitch’s
quickly get into a heated argument once Mitch rights himself and fights off the
attack of Zalla and Andie. I press my lips together in a smile as I watch them,
and can only imagine what is being said by the guys who aren’t here.
A beam of
sunlight suddenly comes in through the window behind my sink and crosses across
my toes on the floor. I move closer to the window, still facing into the living
room and bring my wrist up to the sunlight, the beam hitting the center charm
and sending a thousand sparkles across my kitchen and into the living room.
up from his controller and meets my eyes. A thoughtful expression on his face
as I send another shower of sparkles sprawling across the room. I return my
attention to the charm, zeroing in on the individual points and markings,
wondering why I didn’t kiss Auston seven weeks ago when he slid it across the
table to me.
Kent doesn’t know why he says what he does. Literally any other explanation would have been better.
Literally. Anything. Else.
But no. Kent is standing outside Alexei Mashkov’s hotel room with a bucket of icy water in his hands, fully prepared to lean it against the door and then quickly knock and ditch, when someone two doors down yells, “Parson? What are you doing here?”
Kent freezes and snaps his head. It’s the goalie, Snowy. The guy’s wearing a frown, which makes sense, because there’s no reason for Kent to be on the Falc’s floor when the Aces’ floor is one down. It’s pure dumb luck that the Falcs hadn’t yet cleared out of Minnesota by the time the Aces had arrived and settled in, and Kent had thought, Hey, Mashkov’s been ribbing me all over Twitter for the last two months, wouldn’t it be hilarious if I pulled an IRL prank on him?
That is the exact explanation he should give. The words “I’m pulling a leaner on Mashkov, wanna help?” should come out of his mouth. But they don’t.
Instead, what Kent says is, “I’m making a booty call, duh.”
“What?” Snowy’s eyes don’t bug out but he does look poleaxed. “You–And Tater? Since when?”
“None of your fuckin’ business,” Kent says, instead of what he should say, which is “Since never, oh my god you should have seen your face!”
What is he saying? Why is he lying? His hands are going numb from the bucket of ice water and meanwhile he’s sweating bullets under his sweatshirt.
Snowy doesn’t look pleased by the brush-off, but he also looks–apologetic? “Tater’s out,” he says. “He didn’t tell you?”
“I thought I’d surprise him,” Kent says, still going along with this, why the fuck is he still going along with this lie. His feet, mercifully, carry him a few steps back from Mashkov’s door and back down the hall in the opposite direction from Snowy. “Guess I’ll head back.”
Confusion is plain on Snowy’s face. “I’ll tell him you stopped by?”
“No, no, I’ll text him, it’s cool!” Kent’s grin might be manic and his voice might be a shade too high. His voice might be several octaves too high. “No need to bother him!”
Warnings: Mentions of death, drinking, an obscene amount of fluff
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Summary: Reader is a cop that was shot in the line of duty. As part of her physical therapy, she picks up boxing at the local gym in town, On The Ropes, owned by two brothers, Sam and Dean Winchester. Dean is just as taken with her as she is with him, but she thinks of herself as broken because of her job and injury. Can Dean make her see things differently?
A/N: The places I mention (except Mother Mary’s) are places that I visited often as a child and now as a mom, I bring my own son there. None of the images I have used are mine, credit goes to their artists.
“Well Sweetheart, are we gonna fight or make out? Cause I am getting some real mixed signals here.” He winked at you and you considered it, but all the gear made it near impossible for any kind of contact.
“Maybe after a shower” you leaned down, taking a over exaggerated sniff “cause you stink.” And you rolled off of him.
Dean stood, taking his gloves and gear off, then helping you with your own. Once you were free and clear, he crashed his lips to yours, the intensity of it taking your breath away. You had to pull away before you ran out of oxygen, resting your sweaty forehead against his.
“Yeah, well you stink, too.” He mumbled as he helped you to your feet.
“Nice comeback, D.” You laughed and leaned up to kiss him once more before stowing your gear and hitting the showers. You couldn’t wait for some real sparring.
It was Thursday and with only one week until your mandatory leave was over, you had really stepped up your game at the gym with Dean. He knew this was what you needed and he really was helping you get there. Things have been only slightly awkward since the incident in the ring last week. Both of you preferring to ignore what happened instead of admitting your feelings. Emotions just got in the way.
“Hey, Y/N! Can I see you in my office for a minute?” Dean called out to you as you exited the locker room.
You made your way over to his office. This could go one of two ways; either he hadn’t seen enough improvement and wasn’t going to recommend your return to work to your PT or he felt you were there. One way or another, your time at the gym, and with Dean by extension, was coming to an end. You weren’t sure how you felt either way.
The grey clouds covering the sky were almost representative of your mood. You sat on your armchair looking out of the window; you spent almost half your morning assuring Wanda that you would be fine on your own. The girl was worried about you that was obvious, you had to physically force her out the door when she offered that her mobile would be on and available to you if you needed anything. Your eyes flicked towards your chest of draws, flashes of the night before burned in your mind. Groaning you rubbed your temples, trying to will the headache away. But the soft thumping on your apartment door forced you to leave the security of your room. Pulling the door open you were wet with sheepish and concerned face of Bucky.
“Hey” he greeted.
“Hi” you folded your arms across your chest, making no move to invite him in.
“How are you?” you raised an eyebrow at him.
“Ok, yeah stupid question I know. Can I come in?” His eyes wandered over your shoulder.
Since you headcanon Red 'accidentally' walking around shirtless when his crush is around, imagine this. His crush just staaares at him before grinning and snapping their fingers, saying "Wait right there, I'll be back!" before running off. Are they wanting to get into the bonezone? Nope! They come back with a sketch pad or blank canvas and say that he just gave them the perfect idea for their next art class project and could you please pose for an hour or so? Pretty please?
The way that his crush is staring at his ribs makes Red smirk, assuming that they’re at least intrigued by his skeletal body. He saunters closer, stopping just out of their reach, and casually leans an arm against the doorframe. "like what ya see, doll~?“ he queries, manifesting a bright red tongue to run across his fangs suggestively, his bony brows wagging. When they grin and tell him to wait right there, Red’s smile stretches all the way across his features, and he stares after them wide-eyed. Did he just hit the jackpot? Were they going to run back, sans-clothes, and jump his bones? The possibilities ran rampant through his mind vividly enough to incite the build-up of saliva between his fangs, and a little bit of drool dribbled down his chin.
When his crush returns, he’s posing as seductively against the doorframe as he can, his basketball shorts sagged low on his hips to expose half of his pelvic wings. Grinning, he hooks his thumb in the elastic waistband, tugging it away from his hip. "ya rea…dy..?” His voice trails as his eyelights settle upon the sketchpad, and he blinks. "uh.. what'cha got there, sweetheart?“
Oh. They just want him to pose while they sketch him. Disappointment makes him stand up straight and sigh. He should’ve known better than to think a human would be turned on by the sight of ribs, but hey.. at least they find his body artistic.
"yeah, sure, whatever,” he mutters, moving into his room and waving them inside. Then, he suddenly grins again and lies down on his bed perfectly straight, while folding his arms across his chest and closing his eyes. "welp, go on,“ he urges, opening an eye to make sure they start sketching.
I adore your fics!! So excited for your book <3 Prompt for Bellarke celebration: Bellamy is a hairdresser and Clarke is the type of person who gets haircut to be Dramatic after breakups and other disasters. Thank you!!!!
If he’s being honest with himself, Bellamy has to admit that he’s least partly responsible for what’s been going on with Clarke.
Fine, maybe entirely responsible, considering he’s the one enabling her.
Still, he startles a little when she barges into his apartment, bottle of vodka in hand and a 7-11 bag in the other.
“Fuck,” he swears, zeroing in on the boxes of dye that are visible through the see-through bag. “What happened?”
“I got into a fight with my mom.” She sniffs, her knees wobbling dangerously before she plops down on his lap, sinking her head against his shoulder.
His arm goes around her- instinctive at this point- keeping her steady. “What happened?”
She peeks up at him from between her lashes at that, teeth snagging against her bottom lip nervously before she goes, “I was thinking about telling you while you worked on my hair.”
He groans, reaching over to twist a lock between his fingers. She had opted for pink, the last time, and the ends are now faded out to a cotton candy shade which he loves. “Clarke.”
“What? I was thinking blue this time. Blue would be nice.”
“I shouldn’t be encouraging this,” he grumbles, lifting her in his arms carefully before setting her down on the sofa. “You should be engaging in your other vices, like drinking and eating a obnoxious amount of french fries.”
The look she shoots him is distinctly puppylike; wide-eyed and pleading coupled with a little head tilt. He’s a goner even before she throws in a soft, “Please?”
Huffing, he starts unpacking the items in the bag, flipping her off when she begins to cheer raucously.
Story promp ... So instead of the mile high club mulder and Scully have the chilies airport club
“I’m hungry!” William begins to exclaim as soon as they get to security. “Do you remember me telling you to eat before we left?” Scully asks as she plops her shoes into a plastic container. The morning had been a mess as they prepared to leave to go visit her brothers family. Their alarm hadn’t gone off, which set things back and put both parents and child in bad moods. When they are finally through security shoes on and carryons collected. By that time Mulder and Scully had begun to feel hungry too. The hunger got even worse as they got to their concourse and the smell of grilled food hit their nostrils. Father and son both automatically began to move toward the smell and Scully had to put them back on track. “We can eat after we check the gate.” As she said this Mulder elbowed her in the ribs, “Hey Scully…” She looked over to him and followed his hand to see that the source of the smell was an airport Chili’s. She smirked at Mulder who leered back. She tried to remember the last time she’d been to a Chili’s let alone one at the airport and began to wonder if she hadn’t been to one since 2000. “What?” William asked looking between his parents, irritated at the possibility of being left out. “Nothing Will. Chili’s is just our favorite restaurant.” Mulder said as he took William’s hand. “Yeah I love their Fajitas.” Scully adds and takes William’s other hand.
A/N: this is shorter than usually, but i wanted to keep it simple. a request made by anon, hope you guys like it:)!
Charlie never expected to miss sleeping next to y/n this much. Even though they hadn’t been together for that long they’d spent most nights together, missing only a few nights every now and then when he was playing out of town. He had sort of taken it for granted, and now that he was home again, he wasn’t going keep his hands off of her.
“Charlie, for god’s sake, I’m trying to sleep,” she mumbled for the millionth time as he squeezed her tighter and tighter. It all started from spooning, then he pulled her on top of her, and now it was back to spooning again. He just couldn’t get enough of her, their bodies molding together perfectly.
“I missed cuddling you so much,” pulling her closer to his body, he didn’t want to let go of her. His feelings for her only grew bigger and bigger, deepening every single day, and being away from her had only made him realise how much she meant to him. She brought him that feeling of security, ‘home’ even, and despite their young age, he was quite sure he loved her.
“I know, and I missed it too, but you’re suffocating me here,” she tried to wriggle herself free, however his grip on her was so strong that she had no success in trying to escape.
“Stop squirming around,” he laughed and loosened his arms around her a little. She let out an exaggerated breath and turned around, facing him.
“That’s better,” he kissed her forehead and smiled, even though he knew she couldn’t see it. She inhaled his scent, immediately feeling more relaxed and safe, and drew small patterns with her finger on his bare chest.
“I’m so glad you’re back home, I didn’t like sleeping alone,” she said softly, resting her hand on his chest, feeling his heartbeat.
“I hated being away from you. It was horrible to not be able to see you or cuddle you or sleep with you or hug you or…” she kissed him to stop his little ramble, catching him by surprise. She pulled away to only hear a tiny “hey” from Charlie, and before she could do anything else, he pulled her closer to him and planted another kiss on her lips.
“Damn I missed kissing you,” he said and stole another short, sweet kiss.
“Who would have thought that you, a big and tough puck shooter, are in fact such a lovey dovey chump?” she giggled and poked his ribs.
“Hey! I’m still big and tough,” he argued and lifted her to lay on top of him. She rested her chin on his chest, watching his face. How did she get so lucky?
“Y/n…” Charlie started, his words getting lost in his throat. Fidgeting with his fingers on her back, he let out a big breath and decided to go for it.
“Iloveyou,” he said so fast she couldn’t understand a word.
“I love you,” he said slower, his heart pounding in his chest. A huge grin formed on her face and she sprang upward, wrapped her arms around his neck and nuzzled her face in his neck.
“I love you too,” and with that, Charlie hugged her tighter than he’d probably ever hugged anyone, and showered her with kisses. He rolled her over and kissed her, softly and sweetly at first, but soon deepened the kiss. Sucking her lower lip, he moved his mouth to her neck, licking and gently biting the spot he knew would make her go crazy. The heated moment was interrupted by his stomach, which rumbled rather loudly, and just then she lost it. She tilted her head back and cackled, and he fell on top of her, defeatedly.
“Out of all of your body parts, right now, it’s your stomach that decides to speak up?” she giggled and could feel his cheeks burning with embarrassment.
“I haven’t eaten since lunch, I was too excited to see you again…” he quietly defended himself and she let out a small “awww”.
“It’s okay, love. I’ll make you something to eat,” she hopped out of the bed, headed to the kitchen and scanned the contents of the fridge. Halfway through making a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, she could feel his arms sneaking their way around her hips.
“Thanks, babe. You’re the best.”
“Oh I know. What would you do without me?” handing him the sandwich, she smirked and cleaned up the little mess she’d created. With his mouth full, he grabbed her and kissed the side of her face.
“I love you,” he said more contently this time, and she wrapped her arms around his neck.
As the days went by I, and many of the boys, were disappointed for the lack of conflict with the pirates. They just sat out there on their boat not bothering a soul. It was so boring! I was out sitting on the beach watching the ship from the sand and relaxing in the early hours of the morning. I felt a presence watching me.
“I wasn’t thinking anything, just wanted to look at the ship.” I said, “What do you want?”
“The truth.” I whipped around to see it was Felix. “You thought I was Pan.”
“Yeah, he’s the only other one that ever wakes up this early.” I pat the sand next to me, “Care to join me?”
He strolled in front of me not bothering to sit. I stared up at him waiting for whatever it was he wanted. “I want to know what’s going on with you and Pan.”
“Nothing’s going on.” I answered simply.
“I believe that as much as I believe that you two were off in the Enchanted Forest being whores.” he quipped.
“You didn’t believe his story?”
Felix scoffed. “I know Pan and I know you. However you ended up trapped in the Enchanted Forest it wasn’t a choice and it certainly wasn’t because you two wanted some alone time.”
“Okay, you’re right.” I shrugged, “Now what?”
“Now you’re going to tell me how you really ended up there and what happened that you two got all chummy since.”
“Why don’t you ask your best friend?”
“Because I know I can get more out of you. What happened? You should have been dead weeks ago when I caught you coming back from Skull Rock. Instead you and Pan disappear for a week and come back as if nothing ever happened. What are you?”
“Same thing.” I stood up, “You wanna know? You already know. You say you know us, then how about you think about the most likely course of action and roll with that? I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”
He was silent for a moment, the gears in his brain turning as he figured it out. Then he smirked, a disbelieving crooked smile. “You…” he sighed, “You tried to run.”
“There you go.” I pat his shoulder, “Wasn’t that easy?”
“You, little miss confrontation, got into a battle you had no chance of winning so you fled. Fled like a coward.”
“I was saving my neck.”
“You pushed your limits too far and instead of facing the consequences you just tried to avoid them altogether.”
“What do you want from me, Felix? Want me to tell you you were right? Fine, you’re right! I ran away! I knew that I was gonna die if I stayed here so I stole a bean, pushed Pan over a cliff and ran! He followed me, we tried to kill each other when we landed in the forest, then…things got complicated.”
“We stopped fighting, started talking and it all sort of morphed into this thing that’s happening now.”
“That’s it? You had a talk about your feelings and now everything is sunshine and rainbows between you two?”
“Don’t be so childish. We merely have an understanding.”
“Does this understanding include you two pretending to be best friends?”
“Now you’re being childish.” he shoved me playfully, “Anything happen that you need to tell me?”
“Nothing I’m going to admit to.”
“So, you see me as a Lost Girl again?”
“You’re a secretive, manipulative, cheating, lying, sadistic idiot. You never stopped being a Lost Girl.”
“Awe, Felix,” I held out my arms.
“Don’t get mushy on me, Y/N.” he pushed me back, “If anyone asks we had a fight to amend things where I won but took pity on you nonetheless.”
“How come I don’t get to win.”
“Because we want them to believe us.”
“Okay fine but I’m making it known I got a good hit in.”
“Whatever, give me your best shot.”
“Sure,” I unsheathed my dagger and stabbed him in the leg.
“OW!” he glared at me, “I meant punch me in the face or something!”
“You wanted it to be believable right?”
“Right,” he landed a hard hit to my jaw, “Believable.”
I rubbed my jaw. “Someone’s been slacking off on hand-to-hand again.”
“Maybe we can work on that during training today.”
“Shut up, Y/N.” he limped off back into the jungle.
I followed after him. “You should probably get that looked at before it gets infected.” I narrowly ducked out of the way of the rock he threw at me. “Shutting up.”
We got back to camp where Peter was addressing the camp. I sidled up next to Devin and asked what I had missed. Peter apparently decided the time for playing nice with the pirates was over. He made a deal with the mermaids to torment the pirates into coming ashore. Once they were on land then the real fun could start.
Finally! I wonder what Peter could have offered them in exchange to face cannon fire. What am I talk about, it’s Peter. He probably just threatened to dry up the ocean if they didn’t comply.
The boys and I raced to the beach to watch the ship. Peter was standing out on a rock near the shallows. A couple of heads bobbed in the water. The last time I had seen a mermaid they were trying to drown me. Seeing them now I could make them out more clearly. They had beautiful faces but dark dead eyes that reminded me of a shark. The mermaids and Peter discussed a little longer before they disappeared beneath the waves once more.
Peter blinked into the tree I was sitting in. “So,” I peered up at him, “What made you want to torment the pirates?”
“Bored,” he pulled out a pocket telescope, “What’s the use of having new toys if they’re so far away?”
“Permission to kill?” Nick asked next to me.
“Sure, just no mass slaughter. Looking at you, Y/N.” Peter answered.
“Just wanna take the fun out of everything.” I knocked the bottom of his boot with my club.
“Keep it up and I just won’t let you fight any pirates.”
“How ya plan on doing that?”
“You ever been to the Echo Caves, Lost Girl? Inescapable.”
“Ben would break me out, wouldn’t ya?”
“Do not drag me into this.”
“I would contemplate it at the very least,” Devin said, “Sorry, Pan.” he muttered after he caught Peter glaring at him.
“See, Devin’s a real friend!”
“I’ve already gotten into enough trouble because of you!” Ben snapped.
“You were locked in a cage.” I reminded him, “I don’t think he’s ever tried to kill you.”
“I can still kill you, Y/N.” Peter hissed.
“Please,” I scoffed, “When has threatening me ever worked out for you?”
“Can you at least pretend respect me?” he sighed.
“Who says I don’t respect you?”
“Everyone.” Nick said.
“You stay out of this.” I jabbed him in the ribs.
“Hey lovebirds,” Devin piped up, “If you’re through squabbling I think you’d like to know that the mermaids are attacking the ship.”
“Devin, I swear to–wait, what?!” I snatched his telescope and aimed it at the ship. He was right. It was difficult to make out but from the way the ship was rocking and the distant sound of cannons, the mermaids were giving the pirates hell.
“A good start but how about we make things a little more interesting?” Peter grinned to himself.
Dark storm clouds started to roll in across the sky. A fierce wind that bent the trees caught us all off guard. I clenched to my branch as rain began to pour in sheets. The entire island grew darker only to be lit up by the blinding crack of lightening. The waves rose to heights I had never seen before.
I pulled myself closer to the trunk of the tree and glared up at Peter. “Problem, pet?”
“A little much, don’t you think?” I shouted over the rumble of the storm.
“I say not enough.” his smirk grew wider.
“Peter, don’t you–” Another powerful gust of wind shook the trees. My grip in the smooth trunk of the tree slipped and I fell from my perch.
“Watch it.” Peter blinked down below and caught me, “What’s with you and falling out of trees?”
“What’s with you being an arse!” I bit back.
“Don’t yell at me.”
“Cause then I’ll be forced to shut you up.” his face got closer to mine, “And I don’t think you want the others to see that, do you?”
“Sometimes I really hate you.”
“I know.” he had set me back on my feet but hadn’t let go of me. If anything he pulled me closer. “I also know that I am really liking seeing you soaked.”
“Have you any shame?”
“Well good for you.” I shrugged his arms off me, “I am going to find a cave to hunker down in and try and dry off.”
“Or we could kill some time before the storm lets up.” he whispered in a hot breath in my ear.
“You’d like that wouldn’t you?”
“Yes, that’s why I suggested it.”
“Eh, I have nothing else to do until the pirates are here.”
“That’s my girl.” he grabbed my wrist and the next instant we were standing somewhere in the jungle.
Peter grabbed me by the hips and pulled me into a passionate kiss. I mentally rolled my eyes as I kissed him back open mouthed, tongues tasting each other. His lips moved against mine with an increasing roughness I had come to expect.
Rain poured down our faces and slipped between our lips. The rainwater mixed with anticipation proved to be a heady combination. By this point my clothes were so soaked I couldn’t tell if he was touching my bare skin or not. My hands rested on either side of his face keeping him close and raking my fingers through the wet tangle of his hair. We pulled back for air and I blinked rapidly trying to keep the rain out of my eyes as I took in the boy in front of me.
The naked want in his dark green eyes staring right back at me made me falter. He smirked at me before backing me up into the trunk of a tree. “What are you doing?”
“Don’t worry, you’ll enjoy this.” he pressed his body closer until I felt something hard resting against my thigh. I froze in my spot. He wasn’t expecting me to–to– “Relax,” he whispered in my ear, “It’s not what you think.”
“Then what is it?”
My answer was the roll of his hips against mine. My breathing hitched and saw his smirk widen. My face burned so hot I was worried the rain would turn to steam against it. “If this is making you uncomfortable then all you need to do is say so.”
I shook my head. “It’s not…bad.”
“Not bad, hm?” he pressed into me again. My hips bucked against him on instinct. He let out a small moan in my ear. I was biting down hard on my lip and he continued to grind up against me. Was this really happening? Things had gotten a little frisky before when we made out but never to this extent. I liked it.
“Stop that,” he planted his mouth back against mine prying my lips open again. My breath came in quick huffs, senses overloaded with the delicious vulgarity of what was happening right now. “I want to hear you.”
He gave another slow scorching thrust and I moaned against his lips. I could feel him smirking but I didn’t care. I didn’t want to leave this position for anything. His mouth left mine to nuzzle my neck kissing and sucking every inch until he found the sweet spot that made me moan again. He was enjoying this far too much.
I brought my lips down to his own neck and clamped down hard on his own sweet spot. He grasped me tighter as I drew out a long moan from him. “You learn fast.” he mumbled in between breaths.
“And you talk too much.” I mashed his lips back to mine. A part of me felt that maybe I should be a little ashamed of how quickly I just gave into him. How I gladly let him grind against me like some kind of animal all the while panting and moaning and bucking my hips right back at him. Maybe I should have been a little embarrassed, but I’ll be damned if even the entire camp walking in on us could have moved me from that spot.
WWE imagine Pairing: Tye Dillinger x Reader Requested by CertifiedLoserNixon on Wattpad Word count: 1,700
A/N: I’ve wanted to write about Sanity for quite some time, so needless to say I was super happy when this was requested. Hope you’ll enjoy!! All my WWE imagines are on Wattpad as well!
You took a
look in the mirror as the hair stylist was finishing straightening your hair.
“A little,” you confessed.
“I’d be too, if I were in your shoes. But hey, at least you get to watch and
support him from ringside!”
“Except I’m not allowed to openly cheer for him – or anyone, for that matter.”
working in NXT as a ring announcer, and the staff had insisted on having you
announce tonight. But tonight, your boyfriend, the Perfect Ten Tye Dillinger, had
a match – a steel cage match nonetheless – against the leader of Sanity Eric
Young. You were totally looking forward to that. You knew it was going to be
exciting, the whole feud had been a blast to watch after all. But of course,
you were also incredibly nervous. While you trusted Tye completely on this,
Sanity was not to be underestimated. Those guys were dangerous, especially
all set, (Y/N)!” the hair stylist smiled.
“Thank you. Oh, wow! Someday, you’ll have to teach me how to make my hair look
“That’d be my pleasure!”
at her and exited the room, only to see Tye standing there, leaning against the
wall – obviously waiting for you.
“Hello to you too,” you chuckled.
you into his arms and leant forward to kiss your forehead and the tip of your
beautiful. Breathtakingly beautiful,” he smiled.
“Thank you,” you said, intertwining your fingers with his. “How are you
“About tonight, you mean? Pretty good. Of course, you never know what to expect
from Sanity, but hey! My girl is – technically – at ringside, and Roderick and
Kassius have my back, in case Young decides to bring his little guard dogs. It
should be fine.”
a bit relieved – just a bit. At least, Sanity couldn’t play the number’s game.
please report to gorilla position! (Y/N) to gorilla!”
“I gotta go.
Be careful, OK?”
“I will. And (Y/N) …”
“I love you too!” you said, anticipating his next sentence.
and pressed a kiss on your lips before letting you go
* * * *
was. The match you dreaded and looked forward to at the same time. The cage had
been set up, the ref was already inside waiting for the contestants, and you
were at ringside, microphone in hand, concentrating on keeping your game face
on. Tye’s music hit, and you felt a warm feeling bubble in your stomach as the
crowd erupted into the usual Ten!
following contest is a steel cage match!” you started announcing. “The only
ways to win are by pinfall, submission, escaping through the door or over the steel
cage with both feet hitting the floor.”
You had to
take a deep breath to keep a calm voice.
way to the ring, from Niagara Falls, Canada; weighing in at 225 pounds; he is
the Perfect Ten: Tye Dillinger!”
There was a
hint of pride as you said those last few words. No one else – except Tye
himself perhaps – would notice, but it was there. Tye briefly tested the cage
before getting inside and starting his usual interaction with the crowd,
throwing Ten’s around. Then, his eyes found yours, and he nodded slightly as if
saying I got this. Your lips
stretched into a small coin smirk, and you were thankful the camera wasn’t on
you, as you found yourself blushing slightly. He still had that effect on you,
even after months of dating him. Sanity’s music started to play and the whole
stable came out on stage. As the first guttural laugh resounded throughout the
arena, Eric Young turned around and gestured for his stablemates to leave. He
seemed to play it fair – seemed being
the keyword here, you did not buy it one second.
Tye yelled at Eric, urging him to get into the ring.
got into the ring, the two men started exchanging blows. At that point, your
eyes started darting around the arena – you expected the rest of Sanity to come
out any moment now. They were going to, you could feel it in your guts. Your
eyes went back to the action in the ring just in time to see Eric Young gained
the upper hand and throw Tye over the top rope and into the steel cage. You
gritted your teeth, fighting the urge to shout encouragements to your
* * * *
minutes into the match, Tye had returned the favor and thrown Eric into the
cage. Three times. Following with a series of kicks into the chest and a high
kick to the head that left his opponent stunned. Damn, Tye was being serious
about this, you thought as you saw blood trickle down from Young’s forehead. Your
boyfriend proceeded to climb the cage, and you had to bit your lip to stop yourself
from cheering out loud. But Eric Young stood back up and pulled him back down.
you felt it – the tip of a finger poking into your arm, while your name was
whispered with each poke. You turned your head to see who was childish enough
to be behind that, only to get pushed from your chair, landing stomach first on
the floor. You looked back up to see a small figure will brown eyes and long
brown hair and to hear a mad laugh. Of course, the one and only Nikki Cross.
minute, is Nikki Cross targeting our ring announcer?” you heard Tom Phillips
from the announce table.
“Get up (Y/N)! Come on!” Nikki shouted, her Glaswegian accent thicker than
could even get to your knees, she kicked you in the ribs. Twice.
Over here!” she called in a sing-song voice.
Tye looked towards
her, and his eyes went wide at the sight before him – Nikki had grabbed a
fistful of your hair to lift your face from the floor, while you struggled to
get back up.
“Look at Tye’s face,” Percy Watson commented, “he takes the attack very personally!”
Ten turned around to kick Eric in the midsection before rushing to the side of
Love, are you okay?”
“Don’t stop on my account, I can handle it!”
dropped your hair, your face falling back into the floor, and she went to sit
on the small of your back, straddling you.
“Or what?” she taunted.
Young had got back to his feet, and he grabbed Tye’s manbun to shove his face
into the steel repeatedly before dragging him to the middle of the ring. Tye punched
him to make him let go of the hair.
wisely if I were you Dillinger,” the leader of Sanity warned.
laughed madly, and she went for the hair again – except you finally managed to
roll to your side, knocking her off balance and sending her off your back.
Hardly leaving you any break, she got back up, kicked you in the stomach and
started throwing punches. But this time, you retaliated, sending her into the
barricade. You finally got back to your feet, only to see Tye lying on the mat
and Eric getting up.
focus!” you shouted.
snapped open, and he grabbed Young’s ankle, preventing him for going any
further, before finally standing up and hitting him with the Tye Breaker.
you knew, you laid flat on your back again, and a fist connected with your jaw.
Nikki was back in action. You blinked a few time to shake out the daze and
recompose yourself, when you heard the sounds of a huge fight next to you –
Killian Dain and Alexander Wolfe had come out to assist their stablemate, and Roderick,
Kassius and Ruby Riot were busy trying to keep Sanity from interfering. You
shot the three of them a thankful look. The massive Dain managed to put both
men down and started climbing the cage, but Tye ran straight into him from
inside, making him lose his grip on the steel structure.
Head in the game!”
It was too
late to be professional now, Nikki had made it very personal the second she
thought using you to get to your boyfriend was a good plan. Speak of the devil,
Cross was struggling to get back on her feet, but you hit her right into the
midsection, knocking the air out of her.
using me against my man!”
the crowd pop into a huge TEN!,
bringing your attention back to the ring. Dain and Young were both lying on the
mat, and Tye was sitting, his back leant against the rope, shaking. Your mind
quickly put two and two together – a crossbody from the top of the cage, and he
was riding off the adrenaline rush.
Come one, baby, you got this!”
Ten crawled out of the ring through the door, both feet hitting the ground, and
locked the door once the ref had got out. The crowd erupted in cheers and you
leaped in joy, looking around for your microphone and trying to keep a calm
your winner,” you finally announced, “Tye Dillinger!”
ref and Roderick were lifting Tye’s hands. Roderick went to hug his best friend
briefly, while you laid your microphone on the table. You then rushed to your
boyfriend, jumping onto his chest, as he closed his arms around your small
alright, love?” he whispered.
“I’m good. And I’m super proud of you!”
your lips briefly before setting you down, and went on to jump around the ring
to cheer with the crowd.
Soon, the Ten! Chants turned into a general Thank you, Tye! that reminded you this
was his last appearance on NXT. A new wave of pride hit you. After what he had
just accomplished tonight, he was going to be just fine on Smackdown Live. You
could feel it.
“Right foot red.” Jeremy was holding the twister spinner, grinning, Michael was already carefully balanced with his arms crossed across his chest.
“Shit, okay okay…” Michael carefully moved his leg. “Ha! Fight me, Heere!” Michael grinned, somehow finding a way to flick his spinner. He smirked. “Left hand blue.
Jeremy looked around, blue was at the other side of the mat. “Shit, uh…” Jeremy reached over, palm about to touch down when his foot slipped and he toppled over. “Shit!” He laughed. “Again! You’re like….The Twister champion.” Jeremy giggled as Michael sat up.
“Victorious again!” Michael said triumphantly, raising his arms. He lowered them and looked down at Jeremy who was still lying on the floor. He poked Jeremy’s ribs.
“Hey!” Jeremy rolled away. “Not allowed.”
Michael chuckled, “Sit up you lazy ass.”
“Never, not if my boyfriend is going to treat me this way.” Jeremy said in mock sadness, curling up into a ball at the other side of the twister mat. He looked over at Michael. “Not one step closer. No cuddles for you until you learn to be nice to me.”
Michael laughed. “C’mon….”
Jeremy sat up, hugging his knees to his chest. “You wanna play again?”
“Nah.” Michael shook his head, “I kinda wanna cuddle with you now since you put that idea in my head…”
Jeremy giggled, scooting closer to Michael and looking at him for a moment. “You’re great, you know that?”
“Where did that come from?”
Jeremy shrugged. “I just…I love you a lot.”
Michael smiled, pulling Jeremy into a bear hug and laying down, pulling Jeremy on top of him. He kissed his forehead. “I love you too.”
Jeremy grinned, resting his head on Michael’s chest. “I might fall asleep.”
Michael kissed the top of his head, closing his eyes. “That’s okay, me too.”
Character A is injured. Character B works in the ER.
This was bad. Sirius should be asleep to be fresh and ready for his interview tomorrow, but instead, he was sitting in an uncomfortable ER chair next to his best friend, his eye swelling, his lip throbbing, and his chest on fire.
In Sirius’ defense, he had warned the other guy that he would punch his lights out if he kept talking. He’d even been kind enough to give the asshole two punches before serving the guy’s ass on a platter.
“You’re a fucking idiot, Padfoot,” James said, even though he was holding a cloth against his split eyebrow. Sirius rolled his eyes and barked out a laugh that turned into a pained gasp. Bruised rib then.
“Hey, I told the guy—“
“Yeah yeah, you’re a real saint. You could have just walked out of the bar,” James retorted, but his smile gave him away.
“You know, you’re right, but when some dick hole starts spewing filth, well, I can’t just let that slide,” Sirius says with a small, ginger, shrug.
“That’s truly noble, my friend, but a black eye isn’t going to look so great for that interview,” James chided. Sirius didn’t have a reply for that. It wouldn’t look good, and he needed to make a good impression on Dumbledore.
“Potter?” a voice called, clear across the relative chaos around them. James and Sirius looked up to find an unfairly attractive woman with dark red hair scanning the room.
“That’s me!” James called, lunging out of his chair before sitting back down with a sharp his. Bruised ribs for him too then. Sirius really should have seen the asshole’s friend swinging a chair. Hindsight and all that shit.
“Damn, Prongs, if you don’t make a move—“
“Are you kidding? I’m totally going to make a move! Shit, how do I look?” James turned to Sirius, and fuck, he looked so earnest it hurt.
“Great, Prongs, really, you look like a catch,” Sirius said with his best impression of a straight face. James scowled.
“Yeah, fuck you, I hope they decide that you’re injuries aren’t severe enough for meds,” James grumbled as he stood again. The woman was watching the two of them, and looking at her longer, Sirius could tell that she was probably exhausted. Her hair was pulled into a haphazard bun and the bags under her eyes were impressive.
“Love you too,” Sirius called after his best friend with a wide smile. The pain in his lip was worth it.
James had only been gone for a moment when a smooth male voice called “Black.”
Sirius looked up automatically and his blood froze. A man with dusty brown hair and eye circles that rivaled hot-redhead’s was standing by the check in counter, looking down at what Sirius assumed were his intake forms.
Say what you will, Sirius Black remembers every partner he has. Maybe not last names, but he has a knack for faces, and he and that face had become well acquainted in undergrad.
Remus Lupin had been in his sophomore literature class. He’d been wickedly smart, with a humor that was subtle but cutting. Sirius had fallen head over heels for him, and they’d hooked up a few times, had studied together, had even been on outings that could be called proper dates, but then Remus had dropped off the face of the damn earth.
Remus finally looked up from the clip board and scanned the room, his eyes gliding right over Sirius.
“Black? Sirius Black?” He called again. Sirius felt his stomach lurch and he raised a hand slowly. Finally Remus’s eyes met his own.
“Yeah, that’s me,” Sirius said slowly. He was vain, sure, but not vain enough to think that Remus would remember him from six years ago. Still, he had to admit that Remus’s utter lack of recognition hurt. Remus looked back down at the clip board, obviously waiting for Sirius to get his ass out of the hard plastic chair.
Actually standing was easier said than done. Sirius felt a deep stab of pain in his chest and had to pause to catch his breath.
“Woah, okay,” a soft voice said, closer to Sirius than he expected. A broad hand cupped his elbow and Sirius sucked in a sharp breath when he looked up to see Remus hovering over him.
“You okay?” he asked, brows furrowed. He looked older than Sirius remembered him. Up close, there were scars on his face, and the dark circles under his eyes looks like dark bruises. His face was lightly lined, far more than would be expected of a person in their late twenties.
“Well, I can say I’ve been better, doc,” Sirius quipped as Remus helped him stand. Rather than let him go, Remus towed him over towards the beds that lined one of the emergency room walls.
“Hey, doctor, anyway you could make him prettier?” Sirius asked the red head who was standing over James. His best friend flashed a rude hand gesture while the doctor snorted.
“I’m not in plastics,” she said dryly and Sirius’s brows shot up.
“Oh, Prongs, I like her,” he said.
“Okay, on the bed first, then you can banter,” Remus said, exasperated already. Sirius smirked and levered himself down, hissing at the change in pressure on his chest.
“What’d you two get into?” the other doctor asked as she scribbled something on James’s chart.
“Oh, just your average night of revelry,” James said with a smirk. The doctor pursed her lips but didn’t say anything else.
The next hour was one Sirius wished he could forget. Remus and a pretty blond had helped him out of his shirt and looked him over. He’d been sent for x-rays and CT scans, been prodded and checked over.
Having James helped pass the time, but now his best friend was getting his own CT scan and Sirius was left waiting in the hospital bed. He pressed the call button on his bed remote idly, hoping that someone funny would show up.
The curtain opened to reveal Remus, annoyance etched into his features.
“Is something wrong?” he asked, looking Sirius over for signs of distress.
“I…uh, just bored,” Sirius grimaced. Remus’s frown deepened. “Sorry, I thought a nurse would show up,” he said weakly.
“Well, we’re understaffed at the moment, and honestly, nurses don’t have time for this kind of thing,” Remus said. He waited a moment before turning.
“Hey, wait! While you’re here,” Sirius said before he could stop himself. Remus paused and turned back. He didn’t say anything, just raised his eyebrows, waiting.
“Uh, sorry, this is probably fuckin’ weird, but, do you remember me?” Sirius asked. Remus stared at him for a few moments and Sirius felt his stomach clench uncomfortably.
“I only ask—we had a class together, once, and, well, we—“
“I remember you,” Remus said quietly. Sirius blinked at him.
“You do?” he asked, honestly surprised. Remus nodded, stepping closer to the bed and tweaking the curtain behind him.
“You’re hard to forget, Sirius,” Remus said with a small smirk. Sirius felt his heartbeat quicken.
“Why didn’t you say anything?” he asked quietly.
“Because it was years ago?” Remus said, “Because we went on maybe three dates and then never saw each other again? And because I’m your doctor and you’re my patient.”
“That—those were dates?” Sirius asked, unable to stop his smirk. He felt somewhat giddy, which could have been the excitement of realizing that his long harbored crush considered their previous meetings dates.
More likely, the pain killers were beginning to kick in. By the look on Remus’s face, he thought so too.
“Well,” he started with a sigh, looking away to hide his smile, “it was a long time ago.” the doctor stood and no! No nononono!
“Hey—wait,” Sirius leaned forward and grabbed Remus’s hand (which he thought was very impressive considering that hand was dancing so much) “We should do it again! Well,” Sirius found himself giggling, “well, not IT, or, we could, if you wanted, but only if you wanted, I’m all about consent.”
“Oh, okay, that’s the medication,” Remus said with another, really really, cute smile. There was an odd mixture of relief and disappointment in his tone.
“Yeah,” Sirius sighed, but that’s not what he meant, “Wait, no! Like, yeah, I can feel them, they’re great, good shit, top notch, but I mean it!” Remus raised his eyebrows and they started to mesh together. Weird.
“I mean like, yeah, Remus, I kinda—like, REALLY KINDA, like actually totally, want to date the crap out of you,” Sirius said with his best serious tone.
“Okay, well, once you’re not hopped up on pain meds and come to your senses,” Remus started.
“No wait, but really, I’m serious!” Sirius said quickly. he looked around as much as he could without letting Remus’s hand go and grabbed his wallet. He flipped the bifold open and held up his ID. “See? I’m Sirius! And also serious.”
This time Remus did laugh, a snorting, small chuckle that flooded Sirius with warmth. He felt like he was floating above the bed, but Remus’s hand was anchoring him, keeping him from floating away.
“I really, really want to try again,” Sirius said, staring at Remus’s eyebrows, which were currently tangoing up his forehead, “you’re crazy talented eyebrows be damned.” Remus looked down at him, mouthing “eyebrows” and heaved one more sigh.
“Okay, look, I’m not saying yes or no while you’re high as a kite,” Remus said, serious, but there was a hint of a smile around the corner’s of his mouth. He pulled his hand away slowly, and there was nothing Sirius could do because Remus’s hand melted and then became solid again around a pen he was suddenly holding. He scribbled on a piece of paper for a moment and tore the scrap off the larger sheet.
“I’m going to put my number in your wallet, and IF you can remember any of this, call me,” he said, tucking the paper into Sirius’s wallet.
“Okay, that’s cool, yeah,” Sirius said slowly, “I’m all for that, just…” he trailed off, staring at his wallet.
“Yes?” Remus asked patiently.
“I just need to know…what language you wrote that shit in, so I can google translate it later,” Sirius said, looking from his wallet to Remus with wide eyes.
“I don’t know Egyptian pictures,” he said, obviously concerned. Remus laughed again, louder this time, and Sirius felt like there were bubbles popping in his head. It was great.
“I have faith in you,” Remus said, still chuckling. Sirius felt his eyes start to droop and realized for the first time just how tired he was.
“Okay…I’m gonna, nappy bye,” he slurred with a smile. Remus nodded.
“Okay, you nappy bye. I’ll come check on you in a little while.”
“Yeah you will,” Sirius said, or tried to say. He was ninety percent sure he said it, but the room had gone dark and fuzzy and warm and he could tell Remus later, just in case.
Booming thunder pulled her out of her
sleep. Daisy panted a little as she looked over to the window. Rain was pouring
down and she sunk back into the pillow with a sigh. It took her a moment to
realize something wasn’t right. Slowly she looked around the room, furrowing
her brow. Where the hell was she? Whose bed was this? She flinched lightly as
she tried to sit up.
“Ouh.” She lifted the blanket and saw that
her torso was bandaged as well as some band aids on her knees.
“Easy there, babygirl.”
She blinked rapidly as she heard that voice
coming from the door. And not just any voice. It was his voice and she had no clue why he was there. She looked over as Negan
stepped into the room with a charming smile.
“Why am I here? Did you kidnap me?”
He chuckled and pulled a chair closer to
the bed and sat down, leaning Lucille against the bed. “You’re here because
otherwise you’d be one of those walking fuckers too. You’re very merry fucking
She squinted her eyes a bit, memories faded
back into her mind. “The horde. I remember they were following me. There was a
truck. Then I…Don’t remember anything. The driver. Was that you?”
“Yep.” He grinned. “That was quite a
suicide mission you did there. How come daddy allowed you to go there on your
She remained silent and he laughed. “Oh, I
get it. He has no clue. You know, I bet by now he’s worried sick that you’re
gone for so long. See, that’s why I sent my men over to bring a message.”
“What kind of message?” She asked warily.
“That you’re with me now.”
“What?” She hissed and tried to reach for
Lucille but he moved her out of her reach quickly.
“Relax, missy. They’ll tell him you’re
here, that you were injured and need some time to fucking recover. You’re not
“Right, you’re the good Samaritan saving
people’s lives before one day you decide to take it from them.”
He sighed. “I thought we’ve been through
this already. I don’t take lives randomly.”
“Tell that Maggie and her unborn child who
lost their husband and father. For absolutely nothing.”
“Nothing? I told your people not to move or
bat an eye and what did Daryl do? He punched me in the face.”
“Don’t you dare! If you’re planning to
blame Daryl for Glenn’s death you’re more insane than I thought. And now take
“Sorry, babygirl, but that’s not an option
right now. The doc said you have a severely bruised rib. You’re lucky you
haven’t broken some but if you overstrain yourself now one or two might break
and you don’t want that, do you?”
“So as of right now I am your prisoner.”
“Would you be a prisoner if this was the
world from before and you’d be in hospital with injuries like that?”
“Well, no, but you can’t compare this world
with the world before.”
He leaned forward a little. “Look, honey, I
solemnly swear that you’re free to go once you’re healed. Deal?”
She glared at him but knew he was right.
Every little move she made hurt like hell. She didn’t want to risk a broken rib
or two and be forced to stay longer than necessary. She huffed in defeat.
“Fine. I’m sure I’ll be better in a week.
On the next tour to Alexandria I’ll go with your men.”
“Now look at you finally agreeing with me.”
She groaned and closed her eyes. “I need
more rest. And honestly, I think you really love to hear yourself talk. And
that’s annoying me to no end right now.” She peeked at him again for a second. “You’re
not gonna sit there and watch me sleep, do you?”
“Would that be inappropriate?” He grinned
“I’d say it’d be creepy.”
“Alright, gonna leave you alone then,
“Stop calling me that. I’m not your baby,
babygirl or whatever else you’re calling me.”
He had taken Lucille and went to the door.
As he was halfway outside he turned to look at her again. “As you
wish…babygirl.” He quickly left and heard the soft thud of a pillow hit the
door. Negan walked back outside, an amused smile on his face.
She had managed to sleep a bit longer despite the fact that she was pretty much right inside the lion’s den right now. But she couldn’t just walk outside and leave. She knew even though Negan had promised her she wasn’t his prisoner that he would try to keep her at this place longer.
Her ribs still hurt a little but she ignored the pain and slowly sat up. She spotted a bottle of water on the bedside table and poured some into the glass next to it. Eagerly she drank as if this was an elixir right from God’s fountain. As she had emptied the entire bottle she suddenly felt her stomach rumbling a bit. Since she had no clue how to tell anyone she was hungry, she slowly walked over to the door and peeked outside into the hallway. No one was out there. She somehow had expected that Negan would put a guard or two in front of her room but apparently he did not.
With bare feet she walked down the hallway, uncertain where it would lead. As she passed by a double door she bumped into someone leaving that room.
“Ouf…ouh…” Daisy stumbled back a little and pressed a hand against her ribs.
“Oh, hey, are you alright?” The woman looked concerned. “You’re Daisy, right?”
She nodded and looked back at her. “Yes, that’s me. Who are you?”
“I’m Sherry. I heard you’re injured, don’t you think you should stay in bed?”
“No, yes, maybe.” She groaned. “I’m hungry and honestly don’t want to be here at all.”
She nodded and smiled comfortingly. “I know. I can get you something to eat and you could get back to bed.”
“I don’t wanna go back to bed. I need to walk a bit. Could you maybe show me to the kitchen or wherever there’s food around here?”
“We have food in here, in the lounge.” She opened the double door again. Curiously, Daisy stepped closer and peeked inside. The room looked like a fancy lounge indeed, or a really fancy living room. And there were more women inside. Women dressed in black dresses. She furrowed her brow and looked at Sherry.
“Who are these women? And….why are you all dressed in the same dresses?”
“I’ll explain it to you. Come, we have sandwiches and some little snacks in here. And drinks, if you like.”
Daisy followed her into the room. Sherry then closed the door and turned to the others who were now all looking at Daisy curiously.
“This is Daisy.” Sherry introduced her. “She’s the girl Negan brought here earlier today.”
“Hi.” Daisy said uncertainly. “This is, uhm, a nice place.” She walked over to a table that had platters with sandwiches and crackers with cheese on it. Eagerly she took a BLT sandwich and dug into it, moaning softly as she munched on it.
“This is so good. Haven’t had bacon in such a long time.”
Sherry and the other women shared amused glances. “You should sit down. You are still injured and need some rest.” She said and led her over to a sofa where Daisy sat down carefully.
“Now, what is all this? I mean, who are you all?”
“We are Negan’s wives.” Sherry said and sat down too.
Daisy stared at each of the women. “Wives? As in…married to him? All of you?”
She nodded. “Kinda like that, yes.”
“We all had our reasons. It’s giving us some privileges other women in the community don’t get so easily.”
“So he keeps the pretty ones as his sex toys and the others women can see how they make it? Is that it?”
Sherry stared at her for a second. “It is not that easy, girl.”
“Then tell me…if you wouldn’t be his ‘wife’ how would you get what you need or want?”
“I’d have to work for it.”
Daisy chuckled softly. “See? You chose the easy way out. Instead of working and contributing properly to your community you decided to spread your legs and get some treats in return.”
The sound of flesh slapping flesh suddenly filled the room. Daisy dropped her sandwich and squeaked surprised, her hand raised to her cheek where Sherry had just slapped her. Daisy glared at the other woman.
“Don’t you dare ever say that again.” Sherry hissed. “You have no idea what we all have been through.”
“And if you ever raise your hand against me again, it will be the last time you have a hand.” She got up and turned to leave. As she reached the door she stopped and turned around again. “Being through hard times is the most pathetic excuse for sharing a man with other women just to get some special treatment. I bet the other women out there love you a lot for what you’re doing.”
And with that Daisy left the room and slammed the door shut. She hurried down the hallway as fast as she could, ignoring the throbbing pain in her ribcage. She pushed a door open and stumbled outside. It was still raining but she didn’t care. She let the cool rain drop onto her head and skin. It was long ago since it had last rained in the area. She kept walking around the yard until she spotted a fenced area filled with walkers. She walked over and stopped near the fence. A walker spotted her and started clawing at the fence, growling and hissing at her. A sudden pang of pure rage suddenly overcame her. She grabbed a crowbar lying on a crate nearby and approached the fence. With an angry yell she drove the crowbar right through the walker’s skull.
“This is all your fault, you filthy stupid disgusting piece of fucking shit!” She kicked against the fence. She dropped the crowbar and stumbled back a little, pain taking control over her again. Her legs softly hit against the crate and she sat down on it, pressing her hands against her ribs again, panting heavily. She was well aware of the footsteps approaching her but she didn’t bother to look up. She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, trying to get rid of the pain.
A pair of strong hands suddenly pulled her back to her feet. She opened her eyes and looked up at Negan. His hair clung to his face just like hers did thanks to the rain.
“What the fuck are you doing out here?” He asked, still holding her with his hands on her upper arms. He didn’t sound angry. He sounded…concerned?
“I hate this. I hate my injuries, I hate this place, your wives. I hate these damn walkers. Every single one of them and I hate you. I hate you the most. I fucking hate you, Negan!” She growled and pounded against his chest, over and over again until she couldn’t hold back the tears anymore and she slumped against his chest crying, still hitting his chest weakly til all her hands could do was clutch to his shirt. They stood like this, silently in the rain, and Daisy didn’t even care anymore as he embraced her gently for a moment until he led her back inside.
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