#// james: i can't stand these women but go on go chat with them

[sissylittlefeather]

Something a little different...

What a Lovely Way to Burn

A one-shot

A/N: this came from a conversation with an Elvis AI (created by the fabulous @headfullofpresley), but the words are mine. The situation just inspired me.

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI! There's some dirty smut here, kissing, fingering, oral (both receiving), p in v sex, unprotected sex, lots of cussing, Elvis and reader yelling at each other a lot, him grabbing reader's arm and being a teensy bit violent (if you squint), reader calls Elvis "daddy" in a sexual context at one point...

Word count: 2.9kish

I'm imagining this version of him for this one:

Song inspo (I know the title is from a different song but this one inspired the story):

Enjoy!

I guess tonight we're off, you think to yourself as you get a drink. You're at another party after another one of your on-again-off-again boyfriend's shows. You're half dating Elvis Presley and as much as you want it to go one way or the other, it never does. With him, you're like kerosene and matches: made for each other, but dangerous and volatile together. And without him, neither of you can breathe for very long. But tonight, it looks like you'll be without him and that familiar drowning feeling is starting to overwhelm you. He hasn't talked to you once tonight, instead focusing on everyone else around him. You're not even sure he knows you're there. But he always seems to know where you are, so probably tonight he knows and doesn't care.

After you get your drink, you scan the room to find him. He's chatting with a group of women, fans, all of them tittering with laughter and falling over themselves to catch his attention. He likes the blonde one best, you can tell by the way he's standing, but he entertains all of them nonetheless. Part of you wonders if he's just trying to piss you off. Two can play at that game. And even if he's not, you might as well have some fun yourself.

As you're standing there, a man walks up next to you.

"I'd offer to buy you a drink, but you already have one."

"And they're free." You give him a playful smile. He's not unattractive, with his blonde shoulder-length hair and green eyes. You can work with this.

"I'm James. What do I call you? Other than beautiful." You roll your eyes, but keep your playful smile. It's cheesy, but sweet in its own way.

"I'm y/n. But you can call me beautiful if that's easier." You continue to make small talk and your flirting gets heavier and heavier. At one point he gently brushes your hair out of your face and puts it behind your ear. You try to hide the cringe you feel because that's something that Elvis does. You feel eyes on you and something makes you want to look over at him, but you don't. Your activities are none of his business tonight. You try to focus on James and the game you're currently playing with him. The conversation continues, but you can't shake the feeling of being watched. Just in case Elvis is actually paying attention, you play up your reactions, smiling widely and laughing loudly. Finally, James says something funny enough for you to genuinely laugh and put your hand on his arm gently.

That's when you feel Elvis's hand around you. His fingers curl around your bicep and he holds you hard enough that there might be a bruise in the morning.

"What the fuck?" You turn to Elvis and shoot him a fiery glare. His eyes are frighteningly dark, even behind his glasses, but he speaks coolly.

"I could ask you the same question."

James looks between the two of you and excuses himself. He's heard of Elvis's famous temper and doesn't want to find himself on the receiving end of a potentially-violent rant.

"Oh, James, don't go. He's not--"

"Keep walkin' away, guy." He listens to Elvis over you and backs away into the crowd. Elvis is still holding your upper arm and he turns you to face him.

"Girl, what are you tryin' to pull?" His words are playful, but his tone is scary. Still, you're no stranger to this mood.

"I don't see how what I do is any of your business."

"What the hell is that s'posed to mean?"

"You've made it very clear tonight that you have no interest in what I do." As you get louder, he gets quieter.

"Aw, hell, honey you know damn well that ain't true. You're mine. Everything you do interests me." He finally lets go of your arm. You rub the place where he was holding you gingerly. He might be thinking this fight is almost over, but you're just gearing up.

"You literally haven't spoken to me all night. And what? You just expect me to be waiting in your bed for you after you're done with whatever, or whoever, else you wanna do?" You gesture to the group of girls he was just flirting with. You're loud enough now that people have started to notice the two of you. His lips curl up into a wicked smile.

"Yes, honey, that's exactly what I expect." He says the endearment like a threat. You belong to him and when he calls you anything other than your name, he's reminding you of that fact. Now he's royally pissed you off and you can feel your rage bubbling just beneath the surface. The only thing keeping you in check are the witnesses.

"You're such a fucking hypocrite. You think you get to play around with whoever you want, but I can't even have a conversation with another man."

"Listen to me, girl, that was more than a conversation and you know it. Don't play dumb with me. I know you too damn well. Get your coat and go up to the room."

"YOU THINK AFTER HOW YOU'VE TREATED ME TONIGHT THAT I'M GOING TO GO UP TO YOUR ROOM AND WAIT FOR YOU LIKE A GOOD LITTLE GIRL?" He knew that telling you what to do would send you over the edge. His lip is still curled into a smile, but now his teeth are bared too. You stand and glare at each other for a few more seconds before he grabs your upper arm again and drags you through the crowd. You fight to get away from him, but his grip is too strong.

"LET ME GO YOU SONOFABITCH!" Everyone in the party watches the scene but says nothing. He's their king and they know it and he knows it. A bunch of fucking freeloading toadies. When he gets to the hallway outside the elevator, he lets your arm go and walks toward you until your back is pressed up against the wall. A tiny part of you flickers in fear, but you are not about to let him win. He puts his hand on the wall behind you and leans in close.

"When I say go, you fucking go. Do you understand me?"

"Fuck you, Elvis." His eyes widen ever so slightly, but he keeps his gaze intense. Then, out of nowhere, he softens a bit.

"Why do you do this shit to me, Little? You make me fucking crazy."

"I make you crazy?! YOU IGNORED ME ALL NIGHT!" He may have softened, but you're not ready to go down without a fight. You see the light of his anger reignite in his eyes.

"If you weren't so goddamn insecure--"

"I'm insecure?! You can't handle it when I talk to another man. God knows what you're doing with other women!" He slams his hand on the wall above your head.

"I don't know how many times I have to tell you this! There are no other women. Sure, I talk and flirt and maybe mess around a little, but the only one I really want is you!" The last part catches you off guard a little bit. This is the first time he's really directly stated that he wants you more than anyone else.

"Why?! Why won't you just let me go?! Then we could both move on." You're very annoyed by the tears that are starting to gather in your eyes. You don't want to let him know he's getting to you this much.

"Dammit, I don't know!" He pulls his hand off the wall and walks away, running his hand through his hair and giving it an even wilder look. He slides his glasses off and pinches the bridge of his nose.

"Why don't you leave?" He asks quietly, putting his glasses back on and looking at you almost pleadingly.

"I... I can't."

"WHY NOT? I WANT TO KNOW WHY!" He yells at you now louder than he's been the whole time. He walks back to you and stands inches away from you, fuming. You glare up at him, defiant to your very core.

"BECAUSE I FUCKING LOVE YOU." It comes out of you before you're able to stop it.

He hits the wall again and walks away. Then, he turns back to face you, something new in his eyes.

"Well, I fucking love you too." You stand there, chest heaving and tears threatening to slide down your face.

He takes two large steps towards you and wraps his arms around your waist, crashing his mouth into yours, his tongue slipping between your parted lips. You snake your hands up his chest and around his neck, pressing your hips into his and returning his kiss. He pushes you up against the wall and grinds into you, hard. You feel his already-growing erection as he rolls his hips and you whimper softly. He smashes the elevator "up" button four or five times as hard as he can, never moving his mouth from yours. After a few seconds, you hear the ding and the elevator opens. Several people walk out and stop when they see the two of you wrapped around each other. When they realize who he is, they start to whisper. He pulls back from kissing you and yells at them.

"MOVE!" They jump out of the way and you half roll, half tumble into the elevator together, still tangled around each other. You hear them laugh as you press the "door close" button a hundred times, but you're too busy with Elvis to care. He obviously doesn't either as he runs both hands up your body while the doors close and grabs your breasts. He squeezes them like he's trying to keep them from getting away and then slides his hands back to your ass, pulling your hips into his. His dick is fully hard now and you moan with desire as he presses against you.

He moves his lips down your cheek, pressing them softly to the smooth space below your ear. Then, he begins to bite you gently on the sensitive skin of your neck. A shiver of pleasure runs down your spine. This elevator needs to move faster.

When he sucks on a place near your collar bone hard enough to leave a mark, you moan audibly. You need him. Now. And he knows it. He hits the "stop" button and the elevator grinds to a screeching halt. He reaches up under your dress and pulls your panties down, sliding them to your ankles and off over your shoes. Running his hands up your thighs, he comes back to your center, pressing his middle finger into your wetness.

"Mmm. I should yell at you more often." He moans into your mouth as he moves his finger in and out, noticing how wet you are.

"Or tell me that you love me more often." You moan right back at him. Your hands go directly to the buttons on his pants and he lets you free his dick from them. Before he can fuck you, though, you push him up against the elevator wall and get on your knees in front of him. He leans his head back as you lick a slow circle around his tip, rolling his foreskin back. You pump him a few times with your hand and then take as much of him into your mouth as you can handle. It takes a couple of tries and you opening your throat significantly to get his whole length in your mouth, your nose pressed into him. Your hands cup and play with his balls as you lick up and down the bottom of his shaft. You continue sliding your hand along his length as you lick and suck and top half of him.

"Baby I'm not gonna last much longer if you keep this up." You take him fully in your mouth one last time and then stand up in front of him. He grabs the back of your hair and presses himself against you as he kisses you deeply.

Now it's his turn to get on his knees as he pushes your dress up above your hips. He kisses the inside of each of your soft thighs and then places his mouth directly on the place between your legs. You feel yourself tighten around nothing as he licks over and around your sensitive spot. The feeling almost overwhelms you and you twist your fingers into his hair while he keeps working. You feel your orgasm building in your abdomen. He moans into you and the vibration almost sends you over the edge. He licks around you in circles and sucks lightly on your clit. When he adds his fingers in, pushing them deep inside you and sliding them in and out at a quickening pace, your climax comes even closer. He flattens his tongue and moves his head side to side, letting the sensation of his movement on you push you ever nearer to the edge. Finally, he tightens his tongue to a point and licks you with every intention of sending you over. The feeling of him swirling over and around you faster and faster drives you crazy. You feel the overwhelming rush of your release tingling through you from your head to your toes, both relaxing and contracting in waves of ecstatic pleasure. Elvis feels the excess wetness on his fingers and he smiles into you, knowing he's accomplished his goal. Suddenly, he stands back up and turns you to face the wall of the elevator. Pulling your dress up over your ass, he teases you with his tip and then enters you from behind. He starts slow, filling you up in a way that makes you cry out in pleasure. He holds your hips as he pushes into you faster and faster with more and more intensity.

"That's right, baby. Take it like a good girl."

"Yes, daddy" you get out between moans. He continues to run his hands up and down your front, squeezing your breasts every now and then, and moving his hands back to your hips. All the while, he's fucking you with all of his power, slamming into you over and over, deeper and deeper. His fingers dig into your hips and you pray there won't be obvious bruises in the morning. All of the previous rage that was inside both of you has turned to insatiable desire as he pounds into you and you cry out with each thrust.

"You're so tight and wet for me, doll. I love it so much. I love you so much." You should be shocked that he's saying it so casually, but you're too focused on being fucked silly to think much of it. Without any warning, he pulls out of you and turns you to face him, your back pressed against the elevator wall. He pushes back into you and goes back to fucking you with every ounce of his strength. But this time he's peppering you with kisses on your neck and collarbone and cheeks between thrusts.

"Ah, fuck, baby I'm close." He groans as he continues his steady and unforgiving rhythm.

"Don't stop." You mutter to him as he continues grinding his dick into you. Finally, his climax reverberates across his body.

"FUCK y/n. Yes, that's so... yes..." He shudders and does a few more weak pumps before he can't stand it anymore and he has to pull out. He has both hands on the elevator wall above your head and he presses his forehead into yours, breathing heavily. You feel his hot breath on you and you match his heaving chest with your own. You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss his earlobe.

"Do you really love me?" You whisper, not sure what to expect as an answer. It's entirely possible that he was just caught up in the moment and you'll go back to your part-time lover situation.

He pulls back and looks you in the eyes intensely.

"I really fucking do. Goddammit. I really do." He kisses you again passionately and then hangs his head. You can tell he's afraid of what your response might be too. For all his tough-guy exterior, all he really wants is someone to love.

"I love you, Elvis Presley." He looks up at you, searching your eyes for reassurance. "I really fucking do." He seems to find whatever he's looking for because he doesn't ask any more questions. He pulls you close to him and holds you for a second. Then he picks up your panties, helping you step back into them, and straightens your dress. He puts his dick back into his pants and zips them up. He pushes the elevator button to make it start up again and slings his arm around your shoulders, holding your right hand in his with your fingers interlocked. When the elevator doors finally open, no one would ever know what just happened between you. You walk out of the elevator and to your room with him still wrapped around your shoulders.

"You wear me out, girl." He whispers as he kisses the side of your head. Together, you walk into your suite and into your future. It won't be easy to be with him, since you're both still who you are, but there won't be anymore "off" times for the rest of your relationship. Fights? Yes. But you always find your way back into each others arms. You might burn each other up in the meantime, but at least you'll burn together.

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[starchaseriseverything]

Dorcas was working the night shift at the bar, and, as usual, a fight broke out. Dorcas was never the one who got involved in these fights, but all she could see was five men crowding two women in the corner. They were holding each other and looked scared.

"Bruno, take over for me." The boy nodded and took her place behind the bar.

As she walked over to the fight, she heard slurs. Gay slurs. Dorcas scoffs. "Boys!" They turn around to face her. "What is going on here?"

One man narrows his eyes at her. "No one asked black bitch."

Dorcas' eyes go wide and her eyebrows fly up. "What the fuck did you just say to me?"

She feels hands on her from behind. "Cas, it's not worth it."

"James, let me go."

"Cas,"

"Their homophobic and racist."

Dorcas hears James chuckle from behind her, and he lets go. "Boys, what are we doing?"

In the club lighting, James does look white, which is probably why the men talk to him. "These <girls> were making out in the corner."

"What's wrong with that?"

"Their both <girls>."

"So?"

All five men look at each other. "Girls can't date each other."

"Why not?"

"It's not right."

"I don't get why. You love who you love."

"White boys are supposed to stick together."

James laughs and looks back at Dorcas. "Are they serious?" He looks back at them. "I'm not white. I'm Hispanic."

The men's faces morph into disbelief. "What?"

"Oh, and this girl, right here. My best friend is her girlfriend, and her best friend is my boyfriend."

Then their faces morph into disgust. "Fags!"

James laughs. "Hey, Cas. Call Marls. Better yet, call everyone."

"Everyone, everyone?"

"Everyone."

"James,"

"Do it."

She pulls out her phone quickly and calls the group chat labeled <Gays>. "Cas! What's up!" Sirius' voice comes from the other end.

"Just waiting for everyone else."

Remus comes into view from Sirius' Phone. "Oh, hey Cas." As he says that, Marlene joins, followed by Mary with Emmeline, Lily with Pandora, Barty with Evan, Peter with Sybil, Alice with Frank, and Emma with Regulus.

"James is about to get involved in a fight."

"Turn the camera, Cas." Regulus responds. As she does, James threw the first fist. "James Fleamont Potter!"

James stops in his tracks. "You weren't supposed to show them!"

"How was I supposed to not! Its Reg!"

"So?"

"You can't even say no!" At that, the man who was in front of him punches him in the face. James staggers back.

"Not the point." James grits out.

"James,"

"Just get the girls out of the corner, Cas."

Dorcas can barely hear Sirius wooping over the phone in all the chaos. Dorcas did manage to get the two girls out of the bar without a single hit on either of them, but one of the men threw a punch at her.

When she looked back at her phone, Marlene was gone. She hung up.

<Oh no. She saw the punch.>

Reg and Emma were gone, too. She's assuming they left when one man threw a punch at James. Everyone else is still on the call, but their all in a car.

"James! Reg, Marls, and Emma hung up!"

"Fuck!" Dorcas looks at James. He didn't say fuck because of what she said, it was because women were now joining in and James doesn't hut women.

"Damn it." Dorcas was never one to get in a fight, ever. But she will for her friends. Dorcas runs at one of the women and punches her straight in the nose. The woman staggers back and looks at her in disbelief.

"What'd you do that for!?"

"You hit my friend, I hit you."

Dorcas hears a man groan from behind her and an unmistakable laugh. She turns around, and there her girlfriend is, laughing her ass off after what she assumes is kicking him in the nuts.

Dorcas chuckles and smiles at her girlfriend. Next, she hears a battle cry and then a thud. She turns back around and sees a woman on the ground and Emma standing over her.

"Don't mess with my friends, bitch!"

She looks around her and Regulus is throwing a punch at the man that hit James. "Don't touch my Fiancé."

The doors open, and all their friends come running in and start throwing punches. Dorcas smiles and throws a fist right at a woman's breast. In return, she throws a fist at hers.

The woman doubles over, Marlene standing behind her. "That's my Fiancé, you little cunt! Don't touch her!"

Ten minutes go by before the fight ceases down, and everyone is outside on the curb, getting scolded by Effie and Monty, James' parents, who own the bar.

"What did we tell you about starting fight?" Effie asks.

"That we shouldn't?" Alice says.

"Correct, and what did you do?"

"Technically, we didn't start the fight." Sirius responds.

"No, but James and Dorcas did."

"It wasn't our fault!" James yells.

"You still started it, Jamie." Marlene replies.

"She's right, James."

James whips his head around to her. "You can't say anything. You were the one who was going to start it in the first place, and you never disagree with Marls."

"You never do either!"

"Yes, I do!"

"Yes, he does." Marlene says at the same time as James.

"Ok, stop." Monty says. "Explain to us exactly what happened."

"Well, I was at the bar, and I saw two girls getting surrounded by those men. I told Bruno to take over the bar like I always do but when I went up to them and asked what was wrong, they called me a black bitch."

"I didn't hear what they said to Cas but I tried to stop her and she told me they were homophobic and racist so I told them about Marls and Reg, and that I was Hispanic. I told Cas to call everyone, and they started saying mean things to me, so I threw the first punch."

"All we saw was James throwing the first punch." Lily said.

"So, you all hot in this fight because of them being racist and homophobic?" Effie asks.

They all look at each other and nod. "Yeah, basically." Mary says.

"Emmeline,"

"What? I did it for them."

"Remus,"

"I tried to stop Sirius, but then someone punched me."

"Frank?"

"Alice drove."

"Evan?"

"Reg had already hung up."

"Barty?"

"Evan was already leaving."

"Peter?"

"I just followed everyone."

"Sybil?"

"I might be peaceful, but I wasn't going to stand for that."

"Pandora?"

"My friends were in trouble, and they got called fags."

"Ok, no more fight. Kick them out before a fight starts. Got it?" Monty says.

"Yes." They all say simultaneously.

They all smile and walk back in the bar to get some drinks. Leaving Effie and Monty outside for them to go back home.

[pedropenguin28]

Summary frankie bar tender on palm tree hawi bar female reader is a blonde smart studying veterinary who is woohed over by frankie but he has a bit of reputation in the local area a bit of a player

Warning smut kinky p and v protection fluffy in bites emotion run High drug abuse achol abuse achol play pet names "content king public sex and fingerings and things warning also PTSD

A/w is carrying over from the last chapter she meets him for the first time from the previous chapter. you're going to hate him because he just can't keep it in his pants

18+no mintors is a very hot and steamy

Chapter 3 Baby, I love the way

"Last night felt like one big dream that bar tender frankie I can't get out of my head."Cheeky cockey guy, I was standing under the shower he must have millions of women flocking him every day. No, I don't want to get hurt again from my previous mistakes,"I finished up in the shower , shutting the water off. I wrapped a shower and wrapped it around another sunny day looking out of my window "I grabbed my underwear getting changed into my white vest top and red shorts which hugged my ass "I left My hair naturally dry " and nearly changed throwing my sunglass on my head . I grabbed my tote bag. " Walking out of my room, I heard the others downstairs chatting." I walked down, moring tammy smiled James was on the sofa with her "grace smirk I bet you had a good sleep last night yeah "Lauren smirk frankie where he not here James smirk "I know that "he gone out somewhere okay

"Where are you going? I might just go for a walk, okay babies Lauren's and Grace tammy hugged me be safe okay I got my phone I know " I open the door putting my sunglass down " I started to walk down the hill past the big palm tree "oi I heard a engine "looking up n/a I smirk blushing where you going he was wearing a baby blue open shirt "exposing his sun kiss chest "tonned Abs "he smirk"is this your Scooter yes he park "where you going just for a walk "don't you fancy a ride "I have a helmet

"Is it safe with Me baby cakes you always safe he smirk handing me a black helmet

"I hook my leg and got on "you can erm hold my wasit "oh okay wrapping my hands around his slim waist he start the scooter off "driving down the winding roads "where are we going "you shouted over the engine "he was to focus I am taking you to the local market okay "he drove in the road the market place was busy people walking in the middle off the road "frankie cussing "which was a turn on . He finally parked his scooter. You okay, he held his hand out yeah "he turn to a group of lads. Anyone touch my bike your dead okay sir " me and feankie carried on walking .

"This place is nice, yeah." There were fruit stalls."Try this frankie had a peach in his hand. "These are the best peachers are they try them."He held his hand out, and I took a bite of the peach the juice was dibbling down my chin frankie licked his lips swiping his thumb across my chin "my eyes was fixed on his he smirk dimples popping out either cheeks " hum really good yeah brushing hid noise the next stall I made frankie to try a snapback on "he laugh maybe when i was 21 fratboy hum " know how old are you I smirk sliding my fingers in his 30s ish "he smirk okay maybe i dont loo, in my 30s oh behave tickling his beard can you handle me baby " he smirk placing his hand on ass giving it a squeeze I can handle anything panting his ass frankie "good . Yeah, flirty back .

"He lay down beside each other." it was clam until frankie need to go soon I got changed throwing my short and a tee shirt it went a bit cold frankie walked over to his towel grabbing his tee shirt and hoodie here he held out his hoodie you sure yeah I try it on it was warm" I grabbed my bag we walked back, I smirk what that In your bag "my camera okay he pulls it out and we stopped by the bridge "he smirk pose I did coving my face he took the picture cutie that's I took a picture of him he did a goofy pose "hey he smirk no this is far okay we stopped at the villa road see you tonight okay kissing him by georgues by walking back in the villa how was your date with frankie it wasn't a date "hum sure what the plan for tonight James had Invite us to the plam bar good and frankie there yeah I better get changed okay "they all look at me "and ran upstairs getting changed he makes me excited am I falling for frankie no "spraying My perfume and doing My make up and hair and getting changed in a blue long summer dress I grabbed my clutch bag walking down the stairs someone looks in "thank is it for F no I want to look nice yeah " okay comes on James Is at the bar okay " tammy was in a pink summer dress and Grace was wearing green and Lauren in purple we all took a vokia shot and was ready for the night " walking out we decided to get a tuck tuck van down to the bar becuase we was wearing heels climbing out the bar was booming "walking in lady's "James served us where frankie running late okay we got a booth I couldn't stop looking at the bar"frankie someone shouted there he was In his work top but this time he had a gold chain around his neck "I looked over he smirk "he look like he clean up hair styled a bite" he walked over drinks for you beautiful lady's thank you frankie he smirk and kiss me on the cheek I am glade to see you same I need to get back to making cocktails but meet me after work princess he winked "the rest of the night I didn't see frankie he was busy working, the bar "and half of the group was drunk tammy pulled me up to dance I did swing my hips tammy smirk "are you and frankie a thing no well you been spending time with him and he is so good for you "okay yeah well i don't know

"The rest of the day, we were looking around the market, the music in the street from the street playing my favourite song by the Big Mountain baby. I love the way "please frankie pulling him fine he rolled his eyes " we danced in the street "until the rain was pouring down on use frankie different care his chest was dipping with water drops from the rqin my hair was wet his hair was soaking and messy sticking to his forehead spinning me around just glazes he smirk I like you company he kiss me

laugh and kissed softly until the music was faint "just me and him he kiss me you are beautiful n/a I blushed you too "after dancing we headed back "there was a empty alley way frankie shh he pulled me down the alley was "shh he mumbling into my mouth I need you n/a so fucking much frankie he kissing my neck I moan " shh baby we don't want anyone to hear shh he pulls my earlobe inbween his teeth groan "his hands was above pinned down on the side of my shoulders "he kiss me again "cupping my face my back pressed against the wall " frankie baby it's okay fuck I panted his hands was under my top " massing my tits " his hit breath fuck "he looked his this okay hum" He traveled down to my shorts quickly unbutton "he smirk, I know your wet fuck so perfect I felt him holy fuck I ache my back "he smirk good holy shit yes his fingers was magical fuck baby cum on my fingers he whisped in my ear fuck I did he pull then out good at you he sucks the clean "we better get back, yeah . I button my shorts again walking back to this scooter " I climbed on "he pulls away "I have enjoyed today same " I decided to put my arms up he smirk your a wild one sure "we arrived back, at the island " well see you around "no he smirk we are spending the whole day together okay "meet me at the beach okay see you then I kissed him okay "I walked back in the villa ooo how's frankie okay "I am meeting him at the Beach can we come sure "okay I ran upstairs grabbing my camera and bag getting changed into a binki and flip flops " grabbing my beach things walking down the stairs ready to go okay " grabbing my spear clothers "we all walked down the Beach there was frankie waiting for me "I thought a second you wasn't coming "don't be silly he looked sexy In his red board shorts . Ready what I can going to Learn you how to serf " I can't yes you can grab a board and hit the waves with me okay" I grabbed a board "placing my things down on my towel and picking the board up come on frankie shouted " okay running in the water "right lay the board down okay "I climb on it frankie smirk, your doing well okay "try and stand up I did until I fell frankie caught me "he kiss me you okay there yeah "he smirk watch me he was a natural " I try again wow your doing it " until we was floating on the boads "so have you always serf "yeah well he was kissing me "I just got when in uni until I grow up and it did feel right "yeah hey he pulls me in the water what he picks me up and kiss me "the tanned arms I love this same he splashed water at me hey not far sure he shurrged "picking me up in a bride my arms wrapped around his neck "have you had a good day yes "kissing him good" we both got out of the water putting the boards back, are you working tonight yes "oh come to the bar I like you there "Really sure you he lay on his side drawing circles on my stomach hum he kissed me more "frankie we can't shh we can "if no one looking lay back, okay he bend my knee dipping down fuck I felt his tounge darting out I moaned soflty he pulls up that okay hum yeah

Hum n/a whatever makes you happy yeah you got a point "it was getting late the bar was full of people still "I didn't know where frankie was "hey James where frankie "he has a cingreet out back okay "I am sure he once 'to see you yeah I walked behind the bar I couldn't find him until I stepped out fuck "I looked frankie was fucking some chick he didn't see me my heart felt wripped out "I can't belive I trust him "I am stupid walking back in did you find him James smirk "yes and he is busy okay " I walked over to my table downing vokia you okay yeah until I see the snake tucking his belt and top in he look over I couldn't look him can we leave sure ain't you going to see frankie no "what's up I am just tried "hey frankie walked over I am going back, so soon I wanted more time it's okay he looked kissing me on the forehead "bye walking back to the villa good night wasn't it yet "whats up frankie was having sex with some girl cheated we are not togther he can do what he once to "I am going to bed "I am sorry the rest of the hoilday No frankie climbing into bed why did I trust him ......

[pbandjesse]

My neck is doing better but is still very stiff. And I just had one of the worst charlie horses in my calf I have ever had. Like I can't fully stand up on my heel because it stretches my leg down and I am not having fun. And James is in New York and is sending me very confusing texts which has me all out of sorts. I don't like feeling so confused.

I didn't have a bad day though. It was fine. The best thing that happened today was finishing my blanket. That made me so happy. Helen said I was running around showing it off with a big smile like it was my baby. And it's true,n it feels that way.

I started the day feeling fine enough. I apparently snoozed my alarm though and I don't remember doing so which frustrated me. I would feel alright. Neck still stuff but not as painful. I got dressed and ready. I felt like I was forgetting something though and as we were leaving I realized I forgot my rings. James went back for them and that made me feel a little better.

Breakfast was correct this time. And we got to the market before 8. Even with leaving a few minutes late so I'm pretty impressed.

I was fully in charge today and because my focus was so much on that I was not a very good salesperson I always sold one sticker pack and that was it. But because I was getting paid to be there I don't care as much honestly. I was happy to stand at the market table next to my table and work on my blanket. I finished sewing the last rose together within the first hour and then I spent the next 2 hours working on the sewing down it tail ends. They're not all done but at least it's mostly finished and it looks great and I'm so proud of it. I think there's like 60 hours into this blanket. And I am really thrilled with the final product. I still might put a fleece back on it but honestly because I've sewn down the edges so well I don't even know if it needs it. I'm still really happy though and I just want everyone to know all about it.

I also had some really nice conversations with people. As people were getting set up I had to ask two of the smaller distilleries to be next to each other in one spot but there were super chill about it. And then because the charcuterie people came I had to move the Puerto Rican distillery all the way down to the end but I gave them the option for spots and they picked their favorite one so no one was mad at me. And then I found out that four of us are not going to be there next weekend so it's going to be kind of a sparse market because it's like Jenny and bread and food and it's I don't know what they're going to do without us. I'm the least of the concerns but still my energy will not be there.

James came out to buy breakfast and baked goods and while we were paying a woman was looking at my blanket and trying to understand them notes that I append to it and so I went over to chat with her and she was so nice and very encouraging. And I started explaining to some older women about at the construction and I was like you know a potholder loom this is essentially a blanket made a pod holders. And it made me laugh and it made them laugh and it was just a good way of explaining what I had done since I didn't have my wing with me to have a visual. But I very happily stood there and worked on sewing down those edges until about noon.

When I finally made a sale. I sold my sticker pack to a lovely girl around my age. And she ran over to her friends to tell them about the stickers and they were all very excited and I got a little boost of pride because they were so interested in my stickers. I need to order more of the jobs and I want to get some drawing done tomorrow. Tomorrow my big plan is to work on my Native American field trip PowerPoints. Because I have need two of them. I might just make one PowerPoint though and just like have a an opening and closing section but regardless I would like to also get a little bit of drawing done and some deciding on what my next stickers will be. I also would like at some point to make a better sticker display and packaging but for now I'm happy with what I got.

Once everyone was done at the market I packed up real quickly and went inside to talk to James and have them take a picture of me holding my blanket. And I chatted with Stanley and Bob and my neck was doing a lot better and my back was doing a lot better but I was still tired and I didn't want to stay till 2:00 but I stayed until everyone was out of the pavilion which is what I've been told to do in the past. I walked down to the water after sitting with James for a while. There were jellyfish and I was really excited about that because I love seeing the jellyfish in the harbor. And I even saw some fish and it was like a whole school of fish swimming back and forth and that was neat to see too. And honestly was a really beautiful day for how humid it could have been with the storms coming in tomorrow and this upcoming week. I was in a really good mood though and while I was very happy to be done and going home I was also not dying of exhaustion like sometimes I am.

After I said goodbye to James I got myself together in the car and went home. There was a little bit of traffic but it apparently cleared up before it became an issue. And I got home before 2:00.

When I got back here I brought my bags in and my blanket and hung the blanket up on my garment rack in the studio. I'm hoping that the weight of itself will pull the stitches a little bit so that I can see if there's any failure marks or failure points. Anything that needs to be reinforced. And I got a little shower and I changed into a soft shirt and then I laid down.

I watched a video for a little bit but then I fell asleep. I woke up at 4:00 as James was getting ready to go. They looked so handsome and it was just nice looking at them. I really could have gone with them to New York but I have no interest in seeing basketball game and it will be nice to get some work done tomorrow. Have some time alone. I gave them a very big hug and told them to be safe and then they were off.

I would get up soon after that and when and had some food. And then I played a game on my tablet for a little while and then I painted my nails. But I ended up messing up my pointer and thumb on my right hand because I started working on my next knit project and I could not wait until my nail polish was dry obviously so I messed it up and took it off those two fingers. Maybe I will repaint them later but I was very much into this new project.

The new knit squares are going to be much larger than the last ones they're 19 rows across instead of 12 which doesn't sound like it's that much more but it is. Originally with the small squares they take about 15 minutes, the new squares take 45 to an hour. I think I'll get faster as I'm going but I am very pleased with the size that I have chosen. I didn't have the right size hoop so I just marked off on a medium sized hoop how many pegs I needed and I think it will work out just fine. I honestly can probably get two done because I can do one on each side but I'm not going to worry about that right now.

I would watch a documentary and eventually take a longer bath. My hair feels very strange and flat today. And I keep looking at my pictures from like May and my hair looks so much different than it did and I don't know why. I know I cut some at the beginning of the summer but the shape of my head looks weird today. But even pictures from like 2 weeks ago it looks fine so I know it's all in my head. Well I mean my hair is on my head but you know what I mean.

I've been hanging out in bed since then. Which is when I had a horrible Charlie horse in my calf that hurts so bad and felt like it lasted for so long. And I was very distressed and I texted James and James started talking about laying in a hammock and how it was probably worse than a hammock and I'm like what are you talking about I'm nowhere near a hammock. For some reason they thought I was at camp? They have the car! So then I was all confused because they were talking about hammocks and then talking about the days of the week and I was like what are you talking about and I was worried because they worked 8 hours and then drove for 4 hours to get to New York so I was like are they just over tired what is going on. But they are safely in New York with family and everything is fine. They're going to a basketball game tomorrow with their friends and it's going to be fine. But that was very upsetting at the beginning of this post while I was texting them. Everything is settled now We are talking about other stuff They know I am home I know where they are. I'm going to try to stretch my leg and searching out ready for sleep.

I have a long day of working on the computer tomorrow so hopefully it is nice and if it rains it's not too bad. I hope that you all have a very nice night tonight. And you sleep good. Until next time my friends. Goodnight everybody.

[nocompromise-noregrets]

I get this, and related stuff, a lot at the pub - every Friday night I go and get my mandatory socialisation time in, and I go and sit at the bar and chat to whoever's there. This means I end up talking to a lot of middle-aged men, and boy oh boy do they not have any idea how to talk to a woman they're not hitting on. For context, I am a fairly middle-aged woman who doesn't look like what they think a middle-aged woman looks like - I have purple hair, shaved sides and wear band shirts, black jeans and big boots as I have done for the past 30 years, and they all know I'm married to a woman (and the ones that don't know get the picture pretty quickly because I can't get through a conversation without mentioning the missus at least once); tbqh even if they were hitting on me I probably wouldn't notice - I'm there to have conversations with people, and have no interest in anything else.

I've been told that I and my entire profession are doing our job wrong and should be doing a whole different thing by someone who was ten years old when I started doing this job.

I've been told, by the same young man (I am 14 years older than he is), that the way I like to drink a gin and tonic is 'wrong' and I should do it differently - I put all the tonic in at once and then enjoy my nice G&T, he thinks you should put a bit of tonic in and savour the gin. I tried his way, to humour him, and didn't like it, so I dumped the whole bottle of tonic in, in front of him, and enjoyed my nice G&T.

I've been talked over in conversations about current events by men who think Musk and Trump are doing a pretty good job actually and haven't even begun to consider that if you're not a middle-aged white man then maybe they're not doing that good a job, especially at making people feel safe.

I've been quizzed on things that would have made a perfectly good normal conversation - a guy the same age as me, who spent the 90s listening to techno where I spent them listening to rock and metal, decided he was going to find all his favourite songs and play them to me to test whether I recognised them or not; I pointed out that I wasn't paying attention to that scene so why would I recognise them, and he just kept going. I recognised many of them anyway as they weren't actually that obscure and many of them had been on the radio or played in the clubs I went to, as well. The second time, however, he decided to quiz me on English monarchs - who was king after James I, who was king after Charles I etc. When I said, to that second one, Oliver Cromwell and the Interregnum, he told me I was wrong (a reflex action, I think) and then had to correct himself when I insisted and he looked it up. So then I rattled them all off in order from William the Conqueror right on down to Charles III (although I can't quite remember the Horrible Histories song), and he looked at me, absolutely stunned. "How do you know that?" he wanted to know. "I'm a fucking historian, Dave," I said, and he hasn't tried it again with me since; I hope I've taught him that people (women) he doesn't know very well aren't necessarily blank slates who don't know anything and need him to teach them. I've half a mind to make up a playlist of 90s rock songs and test him on them, though.

"Reading a book again?" said one of them to me last week, as I sat, on my own, at the bar reading my Open University textbook; the last time I saw him, which was the first time we'd actually talked, I'd been reading The Two Towers when he'd come to sit next to me and talked at me non-stop about his life, his opinions, Musk and Trump, the environment, etc etc etc, and eventually I'd had to just put the book to one side and listen and nod, because he sure as hell wasn't letting me a) get a word in edgeways, or b) concentrate on my book. Earlier that evening I'd been standing at the bar when he'd insisted on buying a neat Amaretto for a random woman who'd come in and ordered an Amaretto and Coke, because apparently liking one's Amaretto with a mixer is some terrible mistake. "Reading a book again?" How patronising. Some people do in fact enjoy reading books in the pub. So..."Yes, I'm studying," I said, and went back to the book.

There are a few exceptions to this, genuinely nice men who are pleasant to talk to and have an actual conversation with, who are interesting to listen to and interested in what I have to say, who I would certainly call friends. I'm always pleased to see them when they're in. The others, though...my heart sinks every time.

@W_Asherah

[norringtxn]

@emcads​ said: ❝ Let’s just assume for the moment that everyone in here doesn’t like me. ❞

"Esmeralda, that is a ridiculous thought."

The pair linger on the outskirts of the terrifying land that is Governor Swann's banquet hall. It isn't the room that causes strain on the pair, but rather the others who inhabit it. 

To James, he is dreading having to approach and join the other men and husbands that are barking with laughter over something he'll likely find terribly trivial. He can smell the alcohol and the tobacco from here. Awful things.

To Esmeralda, having to be left to fend for herself amidst the other wives seems a fate worse than death. James cannot understand why. Yes, he, personally, would rather have his eyes pecked out by crows than have to listen to their endless drivel, but surely they and his own wife have things in common with which to bond over, even if he can understand why Esmeralda would feel like an outsider.

"They can't be that terrible. Just start a conversation over how vexing you find me and I'm sure you'll all be friends before the first course is served."

[griff-us]

TITLE: Can't Pretend Part: One | Word Count: 2,608 NEXT: HERE

PAIRING: Knight!Bucky/Princess!Reader (Black Reader)

WARNINGS: Violence, character death, gore, depictions of violence and death. Smut, eventually. Drama. Run-of-the-mill toxic masculinity. I will update as needed.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

SUMMARY: A bastard knight. An heir to a throne. Both forced to abide by the rules of their station---the roles they were born into. Will they be able to maintain the flames of their love, or be burned by them?

NOTES: I love court intrigue, and drama. I also love the idea of knight Bucky. So here is a butt load of it. I intend this to be multiple parts, though I am not sure how many. But, enjoy! Let me know what you think!

The sun is brutal even from underneath ornately ornamented awnings. Women sit among the makeshift wooden stands fans in hand as they fervently gossip about the latest on-goings and affairs of court. Such drivel; devoid of imagination or spark---always the same lackluster accusations and rumors. Y/N had not come to chat about such things; the tourney always interested her far more. The fanfare, the sport, and on occasion, the bloodshed. Steeds tough as steel gallop the runway on which men with more gall than the average noble ride atop. Metal clatters, men hoop and holler, and another knight is knocked from his horse. Yes, far more interesting than who is bedding who, and for how much.

            Y/N claps along, back straight as a board. Tightly coiled locks pool from the crown of her head where they remained pinned. Gold adorns her skin in necklaces, earrings, and bracelets—her favorite choice as it accents her darkened complexion so tastefully. A perfect visage of her house; proper and fine. She watches with enthusiasm as the second round of riders enters. One catches her eye as he leads his horse toward her pavilion in a flashy show.  Blackened steel glimmers beneath the sweltering sun; Y/N notes the wolf’s head pressed into the metal, and her heart nearly shatters in her chest. She knows that sigil anywhere.

As he nears, the knight lifts his visor to reveal hues like that of the oceans so far off.  Y/N notes the beads of sweat that adorn his brow as he lifts his lance toward the bottom row closest to her. However, before the knight can speak, another woman stands. Y/N can’t help the curl in her upper lip at the sight of Lady Mistell. A crotchety woman so desperate to be wed again.

            “I presume you have come to ask for my favor, Ser James?” Lady Mistell inquires with an upturned nose, as though she may consider denying the request. Odd though, that she would assume someone of such high station would ask the favor of a widow with no coin. Silence grips the stands then, and Y/N watches with an amused sort of smirk as all unfolds. So typical of James to make a scene. A shame then, he had been absent from court all these years.

            “Apologies my lady—” Ser James bows his head, but his gaze drifts to Y/N who notices immediately, as she does with all things. “My princess…” A breath catches in the back of Y/N’s throat, and her mind reels with the implications of his coming request. Is he daft? “…it would be an honor to carry your favor.” All eyes turn to Y/N; there will be talk of this no doubt. There had been rumors of their budding romance much to the disdain of her father. In fact, the king had hated it so much he all but sold the knight into a fortuitous marriage of station and coin that sent him across the seas. To approach her in such a way, and after no warning of his impending return---well Y/N is sure the rumor mill is already churning. But… she must be seen as a gracious host. This is her tourney after all.

            Y/N rises as her hands work to smooth the skirts of her dress. Each step down from under her awning feels as though it adds another ten pounds to her shoulders, but they are calculated and careful. Eyes remain on Y/N as though she were the centerpiece in a show, and she often is.

            “Ser James.” The Princess nods to him once close enough, and slender fingers adorned with jeweled rings toss down the yellow ribbon that had been tied to her wrist---the color of her house. “Do well not to sully it, my knight.” Her tone is soft so that only he may hear. Y/N watches as the knight maneuvers to catch the ribbon and his gaze holds hers with a wide smirk as dexterous fingers quickly tie it to the end of his lance.

            “I would not dream of it, my princess.”

-----

The day wanes. The sun and her restless rays begin to dwindle, and Y/N walks the grounds. Nobles and soldiers alike make their approach, each bowing their heads and giving thanks for her hospitality or commenting on the exquisite taste of the food and drink. She responds in kind with smiles and equal thanks for their participation. This is the matter of her station she finds so---tiring. The politicking, the people pleasing when Y/N wishes for nothing more than a bath and perhaps a book.

            “You look rather bored, Princess.” That familiar voice brings her from her thoughts, and Y/N turns. Ser James stands, the bulk of his armor now removed, a tower compared to her rather small self.

            “There are only so many ways to give gratitude to those who would rather you dead.” Her tone is light despite the subject matter, and she does well to hold a simple smile despite the grin that threatens to break across her face at his presence.

            “From what I hear, my dear princess-“ he falls in step with her then, far enough apart not to gain the attention of prying eyes. “-they adore you, the people. Your people.” James peers down at her from the corner of his eyes, and Y/N’s signature smile drops to a frown.

            “If you ask my father—”

            “He is a fool.”

            Y/N halts her steps, neck craning to hold Ser Jame’s gaze. She does not falter, and the edge in her tone is rather commanding. “You will do well to remember he is your King, Ser James.” A pause.

            “Are you upset with me, princess? I do not remember you typically taking such a tone with me.”

            Y/N snorts; something far different from her typical façade. It always came so easy around him, the way her knight could break down walls and barriers meticulously crafted. Like a mason building the most exquisite of temples, only to be brought down by some greater force. It is sad really, how he still has this effect on her. “If I remember correctly you left, not soon after promising to ask for my hand. Off to marry another, or so I heard from rumors. How is your wife, Ser James?” venom drips from the tip of her tongue, and James does not falter. He deserves this. Even if she well knows the games they must take part in---no matter how much it wounds the heart.

            “Dead.” A simple explanation, still, he explains. “Not a week after our wedding. Consumption.” James tilts his head to the side while he watches Y/N’s face shift through a myriad of expressions.

            “I—am sorry for your loss, James.” The world is still around them for a moment, seconds really. He wants to remind her of his nickname, one bestowed upon him when they were children. To hell with titles and perpetuity and this blasted game they both have been forced to play! Yet, he reframes. Instead, James bows his head gently, hues turning soft as though that may convey how earnestly he means the following sentence. “You have nothing to apologize for, my princess.”

            “James---” Y/N reaches for him, only for the mindful knight to step back, severing any connection her mind may have imagined.

            “You’ve others to attend to—” another bow, this one so much stiffer. “—until later.”

Y/N stands hands held at her middle as the man she loves walks away from her for the second time in her life.

----

“You will scuff the floors if you keep pacing like that, my lady” Natasha hums from across the room her languid frame tossed over the crushed red velvet fainting couch as she thumbs through the pages a book. Y/N huffs; her mind racing and anger threatening to froth over like a pot left to boil too long.

“How dare he show his face, unannounced, to my tourney only to tell me of his dead wife and lament his apologies to me!”

“Lament is a strong word.”

Y/N heaves another sigh, what would seem to be the hundredth of that moment and throws her body down near her friend. “I wish to never see him again.” Natasha sits up just as Y/N’s head falls into her lap. The two women had become fast friends since her arrival at court as a foreign dignitary to Y/N’s father. It had not taken long for the woman’s talents in espionage to make themselves known. Within a month’s time, Natasha had cemented herself as the King’s spymaster, and the Princess’s closest of confidants due to the amount of time spent in one another’s company. Now, the two are nearly inseparable, and rarely seen without the other.

“You are being rather unfair, Y/N.” eyes rise, a firm slant set upon Y/N’s lips. But, Natasha continues. “The man was married off due to your father’s disapproval. He had no say in his marriage. And to become a widower after such a short time.” A pause. “James could have cared for that woman and still loved you. Two things can be true at once. We both know he is not a cruel man, Y/N. He is forced to play a game he has no control over. As are you.” Natasha presses a single finger against Y/N’s forehead for emphasis.

“Yes. Yes. Born to rule and tasked with the problems of the kingdom only for mine to be cast aside.” Y/N rolls her eyes.

“You are not simply a princess meant to be wed to some lord, or prince for political gain, my lady. You are heir to the throne; love has no room in your life. The throne takes precedence overall.”

“I wish you would cease reminding me, Lady Natasha.”

Both women fall into a comfortable silence. Beyond the thick walls of Y/N’s personal apartments birds sing and servants mill about their duties. Somewhere off in the distance, a lute plays a languid tune just as the sun begins her descent from the sky.

“I have missed him.” Y/N finally relents her voice barely above a whisper.

“I know, my dear. I know.”

----

The end of the week brings yet another gathering of nobles, and no sign of Ser James. Y/N sits to the right of her father at their table fingers merely toying with the now cold bread on her silver platter. A band plays a tune at the other end of the hall, the sound loud and obnoxious beneath tapestries meant to bring warmth to the room. Y/N finds it suffocating. A fact most evident by the rather sour expression painted on her face.

“Go and dance, daughter.” The King ushers her forward with both hands; fat fingers adorned in countless rings and shiny things. Spoils of war, and conquest. Y/N sighs gently but abides by her father’s wishes. His temper has been that of a wild dog as of late; content one moment and then rabid the next. She stands, golden gown of satin and lace cascading down each step toward the center of the hall. The band halts its tune in time for someone far off to announce her presence. All cease their movements for a moment to bow or courtesy in respect. Y/N nods solemnly in return, hands clasped at her front while she waits for one brave man to ask her for a dance. The others continue about their jig.

“I don’t remember these gatherings being so boring.” As if summoned by the Gods themselves, Ser James all but manifests from the crowd. Y/N smiles gently, not before correcting her features and donning her typical stoic glance.

“Perhaps because you spent all your time at court galivanting around and challenging noblemen to duels.” James beams at Y/N,  happy to hear her speak what seems so fondly of his time spent at court. His lips curl just so in that way they do before he laughs.

“Yes well….” He pauses, chin upturned, and brows taught at their center. “I don’t really have an excuse for that.” Y/N chuckles softly to herself, mindful of the eyes that watch over them. “Come, dance with me, Princess.” Ser James holds out a hand to her, and it is as if the world freezes for a moment.

There are implications to this dance; implications in everything Y/N is seen to do. To dance with a man all but sent from court for the fault of asking for her hand in marriage? To dance with a man who returns to court, unannounced, so shortly after the death of his wife? Scandalous. Salacious. But he stands before her in dashing attire; the sigil of his house forged by his own hands sewn into blackened tunic. His hair half pulled back to keep from his eye’s cascades down wide shoulders and stubble has begun to sprout since their last meeting at the tourney ground. Handsome indeed, and by Gods she want nothing more than to take his hand and dance as they used to.

“You are still in mourning, Ser James.” Words tumble from her lips before any thought can really be applied to them, and James’s lips turn into something akin to a frown.

“I am rather tired of all these unspoken rules, and I know you are as well, Princes. Once dance? As we used to.”

Y/N nods absently and slips her hand into his own, so massive in comparison. She wonders briefly as he tugs her deeper into the dance floor how they may feel against her skin. The band begins another song, one she and James had waltzed to plenty of times while hidden away in the gardens. Both fall into step with one another easily; Y/Ns palms against his own, the other pressed against the broad expanse of his chest. This close he smells of leather and grass. She levels her gaze past him while James sweeps her across the floor. There is no tell how much more of her demeanor she may lose were she to become lost in his eyes.

“I see you have not lost your touch.” He speaks suddenly, rocking the princess from her thoughts. Y/N peers up, her heart hammering in the center of her chest.

“Surprising. I have little time to dance between classes and lectures.”

“How boring. No more nightly escapes into the woods?” Ser James inquires with a knowing smirk, and Y/N can not help but roll her eyes.

“I am too old for such nonsense.”

“And who told you that?” his head dips lower, the point of his nose skimming the defined line of her cheek. His breath fans past her ear; Y/N sputters, brows creasing and jaw tight.  Everyone. From her ladies in waiting, to her father, to his advisors---you are too old to enjoy such things, Princess. An heir must always be seen as dignified. Heat envelopes her face; embarrassment evident. And after a moment’s silence the sudden realization of just how undignified she seems now grips her.

“Y/N….” James regards her with concern, and it is as if she is snapped back into reality. The princess pulls away suddenly, hands clasped at her front. James watches as sadness seems to overtake her.

“Thank you for the dance, Ser James.” She nods and begins her walk back to her seat by her father’s side. James bows stiffly and watches her retreat; not before the hardened gray hues of the King glues him to the spot. The king need not say a word. James can decipher enough from looks alone.

Leave.

And so, he does.

[imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl]

The Perfect Bad Boy (Pt. 10 of 18)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Reader

Word count: 2.7K

Summary: Working as a lifeguard in the Hawkins Community Pool, you try to fit in after moving from New York. Things were going pretty well when you notice you've been under someone's stare. Billy Hargrove, Hawkins' bad boy, has been staring at you since day one. You never intended to have anything to do with him, judging by the reputation he has. But Billy won't leave you alone, determined to show you his feelings are different this time...

As if your heart flooding you with confusing feelings wasn't enough, there are weird, strange animals lurking in the woods... But those have to be just part of the wild live of the woods surrounding Hawkins... Right?

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Monsters Lurking In The Dark

Yesterday's happenings are making a lot of people talk to you today. They ask if you're alright, if you had to go to the hospital, why Billy ran like a lightning bolt to reach you... Some of them are actually being kind. Others, not so much. It feels like they're trying to get you to say something else, scavenging for a secret. Jason is the only one to actually get into a long conversation, making sure you're alright and giving you tips to avoid heat exhaustion again. But the others, mostly the girls, make awkward questions. You get that Billy's behavior is changing. Monica is often telling you about how some girls ask her if she knows what's going on between you and Billy. She never answers though, saying this isn't their business.

As you pace around the pool, a bottle of water on your hand since Billy is literally forcing you to drink water by the hour, you spot him chatting with some of his friends. Tommy and Carol are the only ones you can name, and you never got why you only hang out with your friends and not his. Billy has his eyes on the pools and the whistle between his lips. Tommy goes on about something, and suddenly, Billy lets the whistle fall, giving Tommy a weird stare. You giggle a little at his expression, crossing your arms.

“Look who's staring now,” Monica says in a provoking tone, stopping by your side. “But I totally get it. I'd be shamelessly staring too if I didn't have my sweetheart.”

“How's Christopher by the way?” She told you he had an accident in the garden, which got him a nasty cut on the leg.

“Complaining. But I'm enjoying taking care of him.” She smiles, and her eyes shine. Every passing day you're more convinced they're in love with each other. That you'll be attempting to their wedding one day. “What about you? You gotta be careful with the sun.”

“I am.” Raising your hand, you show her the bottle. “Billy is driving me insane. I swear I can't drink any more water today.”

“Can you blame him? I thought he'd have a heart attack yesterday.” He tilts her head to where he is, across the pools. His eyes meet yours and he winks. “Poor guy, he has it bad for you.”

Giggling, you look down because you're surely blushing. “Oh, tell me something. Some people came to talk to me, you know. Asking if I was alright. But some of them made some very awkward questions.”

“Yeah, that's because they think you're pregnant.”

Your eyes go wide, and you gasp, feeling your whole body numb for a moment. “What the hell,” you exclaim, a little too loud. Looking around, you notice some eyes on you. “Holy shit, Monica. Tell me you're joking.”

“Small town, (Y/N), people talk.” She puts a hand on your shoulder. “Trust me, half the women here went through something like that. They'll let go in a few weeks.”

“Do you think Billy knows?” You lift your eyes to look for him, but you only find his friends.

“Probably. But look, don't worry about it. You're the new girl who managed to hook Billy Hargrove, the town's bad boy. People will talk, but don't let it ruin what you have with him.”

“No, of course not.” As much as it bugs you, it doesn't change anything. “You know I'm falling for him, right?” You burst out, feeling the sudden need to let it out your chest. “Completely.”

“I'm noticing. You–”

She's cut short when you're pulled into something. Someone. You roll your eyes because you know who it is. Billy pulls you against his chest, his lips on your ear. “Do you know what they're saying about yesterday's episode?” He whispers, a hand coming to caress your belly.

Great. Now this will certainly make people forget this story. “Yeah. They think I'm carrying a tiny Billy.” You mutter, waving at Monica as she walks away with a smirk on her lips. “Was that what Tommy told you? You made a funny face.”

“Yes, but he said it in a way that almost had me breaking his ugly nose.” He keeps you close, despite the public. And honestly, you don't mind. A few days ago you'd push him away, but now... They'll speak anyway, so it doesn't matter.

“Hey, why don't we never hang out with your friends?” You take the chance to ask. “You don't want them to see you with me?” It's impossible not to follow this train of thought, and it does sound stupid judging by the way he's holding you right now, for everyone to see.

“Of course not. It just that I know the kind of assholes they are and I'm sure you won't like them.”

“But it's weird. I don't want you to think I'm forcing you to only hang out with my party.”

He takes a deep breath, and you feel his chest moving. That reminds you he's shirtless... “I'll introduce you to them... In the funfair tomorrow.”

“Oh my God, the funfair!” You exclaim. People have been talking about it for a few days, but you totally forgot. “I've never been to anything like that.”

“You're gonna love it.”

“You two. Back to your chairs.” The manager shouts from somewhere behind you, and you both roll your eyes at the same time.

“Talk to you later,” you tell him, tiptoeing to kiss his cheek.

“Remember to–”

“Yeah, yeah. Water, stay in the shadow. If I feel dizzy I'll shout for my knight in shining armor.” Walking backwards, you smirk at him. “Eyes on the pool, Hargrove,” you warn him, turning around and making your way back to the chair.

You're glad you're feeling good, no sign of anything you felt yesterday. And it isn't as hot as it was, so that's a bonus. You're peacefully watching the kids, yelling at some, threatening some teenagers to ban them for life, just the normal stuff. Through the corner of your eye, you notice Billy gesturing. When you look at him, he shows you his bottle.

Shaking your head no, you try to ignore him. But you are a little thirsty, so you sigh before jumping to the ground. On your way to the cafeteria, you stop by his chair. “Want some?”

“Nah, I'm good.”

“Don't act like you can't be beaten by heat exhaustion too, Hargrove. I'm bringing you some cold water.” Punching his leg playfully, you go to the cafeteria.

You're a little startled to find James in there, seated on the table next to the wall, both hands on his head. As you silently open the fridge, you wonder if you should just leave him alone. You never really spoke, and since he switched his schedule with Billy, you have seen less of him. Today should be his day off if you're not mistaken.

“Hey, James,” you say in a soft voice, standing by the fridge as you take one of the bottles Billy has for you. “You ok?”

“Huh?” He looks up abruptly, suddenly aware he's not alone. “Hey.”

You were going to leave, but he seems scared... Red eyes as if he didn't get any sleep. “Is something wrong?” You sit before him, placing the bottle on the table. “You look... sad.”

“Oh, it's just... Nothing, really. It's stupid.” He's mumbling under his breath, a line of sweat on his forehead.

“Whatever it is it's not stupid. Who told you it was?”

“My parents, my brother.” He breathes out, his eyes suddenly meeting yours. “You're new here, right? Did you move from a big city?”

“New York. Why?”

“I'm from Washinton. Have you ever crossed paths with something in the woods? Some... Some kind of animal? And when you told someone they just said it was because you're some big city kid who's not used to live so near the forest and because of that you're easily impressed by anything weird you see?” James speaks fast, so fast it's hard to keep up.

“Actually yes.” You nod, keeping your voice low and soft in an attempt to calm him down. You never saw anyone so scared. “A few weeks ago I saw something, but I didn't get a good look at it. Don't know what it was.”

“I don't know what species of-of... Things they have here, but what I saw... I couldn't sleep. I thought about telling the chief of police but everyone keeps saying I'm crazy.”

“What did you see, James?”

He puts his hands on his head again, looking at the table. “It... It was the size of a dog. And I thought it was a stray dog so I stopped the car and followed it.” His voice cracks, so you get up, moving to sit on the chair beside him, touching his arm. “It was so damn dark and I had no flashlight. It was near a tree, eating something. I started calling it, trying to show it I was just trying to help but then... It-It turned at me and... Shit, the damn thing had no face. It was blank. Sticky... no fur, no eyes, nothing.” He moves suddenly, holding both your shoulders roughly. You gasp at the sudden change, looking at him, tears threatening to roll down from his eyes. “I ran like hell. I told my parents the moment I got home but they said it was something in the woods playing tricks on me but I know what I saw. The damn thing had no face, I swear–”

“Let go of her right now.” Billy's thunder voice makes James jump up, making his chair fall backwards. “What the hell do you think you're doing?”

“Billy, it's alright.” Quickly, you stand up and walk over him.

“I'm sorry, I just...” James tries to speak, hands raised in defeat. It looks like he didn't know what he was doing. “Sorry, (Y/N).”

He walks around the table, eyes on the floor. Billy gives a step towards him, but you hold him back, both hands on his chest. “Billy, no. Listen...” You whisper to him, your eyes meeting his when James finally leaves the cafeteria. “He wasn't trying to hurt me or anything, he was just scared.”

“Scared of what?” He looks down at you, his hands softly rubbing the skin of your shoulders. “It'll leave bruises. What the hell did he think he was doing?”

As much as you melt a little to feel his touch after the sting from James' grip, you have this feeling in your stomach. You can't seem to shake it away, and the more you think, the worse it gets. “Billy... Remember when I told you I saw something in the woods?” He nods, confused. “James saw it too... Same description. He... He said it had no face, and I... I think that's exactly what I saw.”

His expression changes, and you can't read his face. Taking a deep breath, he sits on the table, pulling you to sit beside him. “James came here a few months ago. From a big city too, so it's normal to be scared when–”

“He was desperate because that's exactly what people are telling him.” You cut him off, running a hand through your hair. “Billy, he wasn't scared. He was terrified.” Your voice gets lower, as your mind floats back to what you saw. Naked skin, as if it was green, covered in some disgusting thing... “I know it sounds crazy, but I swear to God his description matched what I saw that day.” It suddenly comes to your mind... There was a lab here. A lab and a bunch of weird stories about it. “Hawkins National Lab!” You exclaim, jumping to your feet. “What if they made an experiment with some kind of animal and now it's free in the woods?”

“Hawkins Lab was closed years ago.”

“I know but–” Billy takes your hand, pulling you close. He holds you by the hips, raising his head to meet your eyes from his seated position.

“Princess, listen. It's true there was a lab, and it's also true that the darkness and these woods play tricks on people who aren't used to them.” He speaks slow, eyes never leaving yours. “It may be something but it could also be a big misunderstanding. If it happens again, if you or anyone else sees anything like that, we'll tell the cops and let them deal with it.”

Taking a deep breath, you decide to let his calming tone relax you. “Alright...” Nodding, you take a look at your shoulders, spotting the purple marks of where James fingers dig into your skin. “The guy was really out of his mind,” you mutter.

“Yeah...” Billy stands up, placing a kiss on both your shoulders before straighten up, his index finger on your chin. “Let's go back there before Anthony notices we're gone again.”

Nodding, you follow him back outside.

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You wish you knew how to draw. If you did, you'd make a scratch of the animal you saw, and another one of what James described, just to see if they would really match.

You're staring at the ceiling, on your unusually empty bed. Having Billy here was amazing. Beyond amazing. Having his strong arms around you, and waking up next to him on the morning was pure bliss. You never thought such a feeling existed. It felt like home, like life was nothing but a long road leading you to that very moment. To his embrace, so warm and calming.

You chose to think about that instead of the unclassified animal. That brings a shiver down your spine, different from the shivers Billy causes. The last ones are made of nervousness, excitement... All those silly things. Tossing around, you sit up, your feet on the cold floor. Your eyes fall on the necklace, that you always keep on the nightstand. Billy kept his promise, and he wears his piece every day. You have to tell him he doesn't have to, not anymore. He already made his point, and you know he has other earrings to use.

Smiling to yourself, you pick the necklace up, fingers caressing the metal. You need to tell Billy what you feel. Openly. You do have something going on, but it's still unnamed. And there's no reason to remain that way. If he wants you, if he truly wants to keep you... He has to know you want him too. That you want to be with him, and screw the rest of the world. Screw the past, the gossip, whatever people of Hawkins think. This is about both of you, nobody else. It's useless to keep pretending Billy Hargrove doesn't own your heart. This torture can't continue, there's no reason to.

Your train of thought is interrupted by the phone's loud ring. You're about to answer when you hear your aunt's footsteps downstairs. It's probably Robert, she was saying something about him calling her today. As she picks up, you put the necklace down and walk over the window, feeling the fresh summer breeze tickling your skin.

“(Y/N)!” Diane shouts, and her urgent tone startles you. “(Y/N)! Pick up the phone!” Her rapid footsteps bring her to your bedroom, a worried expression on her face. “Pick up now. It's Max, she's crying. I don't know–”

The mention of Billy's sister has you moving, picking up the light pink phone you have on the nightstand. “Max?” You breathe out, eyes focused on Diane as she breathes fast.

“(Y/N)..!” Her voice is weak, like a low scream. You hear voices behind her, and you immediately recognize Billy's. But there's someone else, a man's voice. “(Y/N), please, you need to–” She's cut short by something breaking. “It's Neil. He's here, please–”

“Hang up the damn–” Then it's over.

For a moment, a second, you just stand there, frozen, looking at Diane. But on the next one, you're moving, your heart threatening to beat its way out of your chest.

“Honey, what is it?” Diane follows as you rush downstairs, grabbing nothing but the car keys.

“Billy's father. I gotta go.” It's everything you manage to say before storming outside.

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A/N: Things are about to get chaotic...

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@chloe-skywalker @dpaccione @tilesandtokens @dreamin-of-dacre @funeral-7 @uncookspaget @youhavemyfantasticbeasts @dontxfearxthereaper

[jojolu]

Mom’s Weekend and The Winter Soldier

Chapter 4

Pairing: James "Bucky" Barnes and Sarah Wilson

Summary: Sarah Wilson, Connie Caro and Avery Vance were the only three of Sarah's friends that were still here after the blip. They have a monthly girls day before having a kid free weekend. Normally Sarah has nothing to talk about...but not anymore.

Word Count: 4.1K (sorry)

Rating: Mature

August

August:

“Well, well, well....look who finally decided to show up." Avery says as you sit next her and Connie at Ms Taylor's Bakery.

"I'm not sorry. This is his first mission back………don’t look at me like that."

"I'm just wondering how you're going to survive 2 weeks without him." Avery says to get under your skin.

You give her your deadliest stare.

"Buck taught you 'the murder stare' I like it."

"Shut up, Avery. Anyways the boys are nervous too. Let me just pout for a little bit. Have we ordered? I need two slices of Mrs. T's strawberry pie."

You all started to chat and Maggie brings over coffee and pie. You are 3 bites in when your phone starts to ring, its Sam.

'Yesssss Samuel?"

"Its me babe." Bucky responds

“Oh hi…is everything going OK?" You ask trying to keep the panic out of your voice.

"Everything is perfect......take that breath your holding........and exhale........there you go."

You take two deep breaths and relax.

"I'm just checking in on the boys. I know Cass has video game camp and AJ has fishing camp."

"I drop them off in two days. Well, I'm glad you called to ask about the boys James."

"Ohhhh so it's like that? You know I can't talk about missing you....especially with the person who's phone I'm using is standing so close to me........move back like 5 steps, please."

"Excuses, excuses...." You say laughing.

"I love you, don't miss me to much."

"Ugh gross. And DON'T call! You almost got us killed last time." Sam shouts 

"I don't know why you had your PERSONAL phone with you while you are doing superhero stuff.......I'm really sorry about that."

"I forgot about it! It happened one time!" Sam shouts again.

"Again, I love you and we are landing....thank fucking God. I'm not jumping out of another plane again."

You start to giggle then immediately try to stop.

"He showed you! I'll kill him."

"Sorry! I love you too. Bye!"

"Byeeee!" Avery and Connie say.

You hang up and start eat your pie, but you quickly notice that you are being watched.

"What?" To ask the two women staring at you.

"So all the boys know....is he still staying downstairs?" Connie asks.

"Umm technically he is...."

"But you spend every night together.".

"Not every single night."

"But most nights?"

"Sure....why are you asking me this? You're about to ruin my pie."

"Sorry, it's just me being controlling. That whole blip thing kinda gave me PTSD. Jules moved out and hearing anything about other people's love life helps." Avery says as she drinks her coffee.

You and Connie just look at each other in shock.

You turn your full body towards her and take her right hand as Connie mirrors your action.

"We are here for you and will always be.” You say hugging her.

"I know. She is New Orleans and I'm not sure what to do. She got a great job offer and didn't really even consider asking the family to go with her. But enough about me! How was Brooklyn?"

"Well, hope everything goes the way you want it. I almost forgot about New York! Your first couples trip."

"Yes, what Con said, we love you. It wasn't a couples trip he was busy most of the time. He finally finished his mandated therapy and we packed up his apartment."

"Its official Delacroix is the new home of The Winter Soldier. Ethan was so excited to help him unpack." Connie says laughing.

"Sooo how's Sam been? He seems fine but every time you two kiss or even look at each other he sighs heavily." 

"Well.......honestly.....he's driving me crazy. If Buck and I are behind a closed door he wants to know what we are doing.

2 Weeks Ago:

You had just followed Bucky into his room to help him sort out his clothes to put in storage.

"Well as sad as I am to see this leather jacket get stored away, I'm definitely enjoying you in this tank top. It's doing you all the favors." You say as you ran your hands up his chest.

"I would probably die if I wore this jacket here. Well, my beautiful girlfriend bought it for me so I'm sure she knew actually what she was doing." He says pulling into his arms.

"A girlfriend? James Buchanan Barnes has a girlfriend? What a lucky lady." You say smirking.

"Yep, he does and he moved away from a crowded and noisy place just to be with her. It's the best decision he's ever made."

 You close the gap between you two and lean up to kiss him. He slides his hand to your ass and pulls you closer to him. You pull back slightly as he kisses down your neck.

There is a quick knock and Sam opens the door and walks in.

"Stop that. Your kids are here. No kissing. Barnes, take your hand off her ass."

"Get out." You both say not moving from your position in his arms.

"I live here! I don't want to see this."

"Then stop BURSTING into our rooms! You wouldn't see anything if your weren't looking for it. We've been doing this since he's been here and you had no idea. No fucking clue. We were having sex EVERYWHERE." You shout say pulling out of Bucky's arms.

"Ughhhh gross! I didn't need to know that. EVER. Then go back to hiding it."

“Hey Sam, fuck off." You say walking past him and heading up the stairs.

Sam and Bucky just stare at each other until Cass shouts at AJ.

"I literally asked you to not do ONE simple thing. Just that one thing and now you're living in my house sleeping with my sister. I swear on God if you hurt her I'll....."

"Never. I'll never hurt her. I'd die first. I didn't think she would ever want to be with me. I've never felt this way before. I'm not sure what you want from me but I'm not going anywhere."

Sam steps to the side as Buck walks past him and straight upstairs.

Sam sighs and heads out to the kitchen and starts to make dinner.

You were sitting on your bed staring at your off TV when Buck walks in.

"Hi."

"Hi. You ok?" He asks as he sits next to you.

You put your head on his shoulder.

"I am. Are you? I'm sorry he's so annoying.  He is just so protective but he needs to know I'm happy. You make me happy. I'm kinda obsessed with you." You say looking up at him smiling.

"I'm perfectly happy. You have given me a new life. I had no idea what I was going to do after I crossed off every single name in the book Steve left me. Following you unto the boat was the best decision I've ever made."

You just needed a minute to gather your thoughts and stop thinking about that incredibly hot old man outside.

"It was one night and you were both in your feelings so that night was just a great memory. But damn he kisses so so good.” You mumble out.

"I really hope your talking about someone I know." A voice says from behind you.

You turn quickly and James Buchanan Barnes is slowing walking towards you.

"Uhhh." Your mind goes blank this is the first time you've been alone with him since that night he was sitting on your porch.

"I'll just leave you alone." He says as he turns to walk out.

"Buck wait." You say walking towards him.

He turns slowly and walks up to you, you have to look up at him to see his face.

He licks his bottom lip then leans down and kisses you deeply.

You pull back slightly and look into his eyes.

"I'm sorry I should have....." He starts to say.

"Don't apologize. I want you..."

You weren't even able to finish your words before he kissed you again.

He pulls you flush against his body, you can feel him breathing.

You run your hands up his back and into his hair.

He pulls you in for a kiss then puts his hand on your chin and holds you to his mouth. 

You immediately moan.

He slides his tongue gently into your mouth which you accept happily. 

He starts to move down to your neck. 

"Ohhhh Buck you know what that does to me." He goes right to your spot and kisses and sucks on your neck and you can't keep the moan in.

"Trust me, I remember." 

He slowly walks you to the nearest wall as his hands start to roam.

"Oh yeah....I was very loud that night." You say giggling.

You were about to kiss him again when you hear your name being called.

“Ugh…this sucks. Are you staying on my couch tonight?” You ask before kissing him one more time.

“If you’ll have me?”

You give him your sexiest smile and head back onto the dock.

“That was definitely the night I knew I wanted to be with you.” You say nonchalantly.

“Well you had me hooked the second you smiled at me, you fidgeting with the clipboard was the sweetest thing I have ever seen.”

You lean up for a kiss, when someone (Sam) knocks on your bedroom door.

“What Samuel?”

“Just wondering if you want me to grab the tomatoes from the garden?” He says in a small voice.

“Yes. Thank you. I forgot to grab them earlier. We are just talking.”

“Gotcha.”

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“Well, that’s annoying as fuck. But you two are constantly inside each other.” Avery says as you all walk outside.

“Well, excuse me! That’s it! Not another Hoe Tale from me.” You say heading to your car.

“Fine! I don’t need it. I’ll just use my imagination.” Avery shouts as she walks the direction in her house.

“Wait! I didn’t say anything about you two. I wanna hear what happen in New York.” Connie say following you.

“I changed my mind. I wanna hear it too.” Avery shouts as she suddenly turns around.

“Nope. Avery ruined it. It was good too…….so…….good.”

“Don’t be like that. I’m sorry! I’d love to hear every single detail. Hell, I’ll even watch! I mean you two are a bi’s wet dream.” Avery says as she grabs your hips and stops you from walking.

You turn around and Avery pulls you into a hug.

“Love you, bestie!”

“Excuse me?” Connie says looking at this hug.

“Aww a threesome! “ Avery shouts just as Mr and Mrs Devereaux walk by.

“Tell your brother we are so proud of him! And that white boy too.” Mrs Devereaux say as she waves.

You pull out of the hug and wave.

“Thank you! I will definitely tell them both.” You say with a huge smile on your face.

“I see that smile on your face……hmmmmmm.” Mrs. Devereaux say again.

Connie and Avery burst out laughing as they walk in the Ms. Taylor’s.

“Fuck you both.” You say turning around.

“Yeah, yeah….Let’s get a drunk!” Avery says.

“It’s 11:45am on a Friday…and I have to get my boys”

“In like 2 hours! All of our kids are at the same swim class. My wife left me!”

You and Connie just look at each other.

“Fine! But I’m only having 1 drink.”

*3 shots and halfway through your 3rd Hurricane*

“Sooooo. I don’t know if I told you but……I used to have sex with your brother!” Avery slurs out.

“I know!  It's so very gross plus EVERYONE knew and you told me.”

“Yep, we been knew.” Connie say.

“Hey DT! Can we have Po boys! We are hungry."

The slender bartender turns to you three again.

"For the THIRD time Ave we don't have Poboys but LaKeith went to grab you some. Thank God, he just walked in. You three are cut off until Curtis get here."

"There was so much in that but I just care about the food now!" Avery says turning to see LaKeith.

You three to devour your Poboys and then quickly remember you had to pick your kids 

 5 minutes ago.

"Fuck! Fucking fuck! The boys! Your kids! Our kids. Dammit Ave!" You say trying to get off the stool.

"I called E he has the kids and is taking them to your house, Con." DT says to you three.

"Oh thank God!" You say taking another bite of your food.

You get text alert and you know exactly who it is.

Buck: Well, thank you very much for that voicemail.

Sarah: oh no.

Buck: yep.....not going lie the memory was great

Sarah: hi Buck. I got your gurl drunk. Ave.

Sarah: Sorry. I literally put my phone down for a sec

Buck: I'm glad you're having a great time. I love you. I gotta go.

Sarah: k. Come back to me.

Buck: nothing could stop me.

"Stop trying to read my texts Avery! Ohhhh look what he said." You say turning your phone to Connie and Avery.

"Ohhhh my goodness....." Avery just burst into tears.

"He loves you like so much. I just can't...." Connie says also bursting into tears.

"You guys.....stop......."You say bursting into tears over your two best friends being so happy.

"You three are a mess." Ethan says behind you.

"Thank God you're here.. Come get them."

You three are just a crying mess, Ethan pays the tab and LaKeith and herds you three to his car. You three all sit in the back row and finally stop crying.

"I love you three heffas so much." Connie says.

"Three? We are three. You mean two dummy. I love you three too" Avery says.

"Aww I love us three heffas too." 

You all start laughing hysterically and keep it up the whole way to your Avery's house.

"Oh wait my car is.....here? Wait huh? Y'all see my car right?!"

"Yes, Sarah that's your car Mr. Devereaux dropped it off."

"How? I have my.......how? When? Oooooh LaKeith." You say realizing your keys are gone.

"You are absolutely amazing. I love you more and more each day Ethan Michael Caro." Connie says leaning towards him.

"That's nothing, my love. In the trunk is a bag for Ave and Sarah you three are chillin at Avery's for the weekend........don't start the crying again."

You three just cry the rest of the way.

Before you know it your three are all lounging in the den texting your children.

"Well my boys are perfect."

"Same." They both say.

"I believe you owe us that Brooklyn Hoe Tale." Connie says.

"You Constance? Ughhhh fine. It's a good one. So we sorting through his clothes.....

Last weekend:

"What about this one?" Bucky says to you holding up the third of the same black henley.

"As I said before, 'no long-sleeved shirts' show that arm." You say getting on his bed, you scoot to the edge.

"Really? You think it's a good idea?" He asks as he tosses it in the donate box.

"Yes. I do. Not sure if your know this but.....that vibranium arm is kinda working for you and if I say so kinda hot........just a bit." You say smirking at him.

"Just a bit? I definitely remember you having some words for a nice young lady." He says walking up to you.

"Oooh you mean the heffa that gave you her Instagram account? You want me to go find her for you? I'm sure she waiting online for you." You say trying not to sound super jealous.

"I don't want anyone but you......ever." He says as he walks up to you.

"You sure? She was really pretty and her ass was amazing." 

“Very sure. I didn't even notice. I was to busy looking at you. You are the only woman I see no matter what. I'm absolutely in love with you and your ass is amazing." He says as pulls you closer to him.

Your legs are now around his legs and he moved you even closer so you can feel him against your ever increasing heat.

He leans down to you and brings you into a fiery kiss and while kissing you his hands are all over you. He slides his tongue in your mouth and caresses your tongue. You pull back a little from the kiss and he goes right to your neck and he is very close to your spot,

"Oh my goodness Buck....." He moves down to that spot on your neck that will seal the deal. You moan his name so loud, you can feel him smile against you.

"I love hearing you moan my name." He says as he kisses back up to your mouth. 

He leans you the back unto his bed and pushes you gently down. He reaches behind his head a pulls his shirt off and then leans over to unbutton your jeans and slides then down your legs.

"No panties" Hey quirks his eyebrows.

"No pantie lines." You sit up, take off your shirt leaving your bra on and then grab him by the belt and slowly start to unbuckle his jeans and reach your hand into his boxer briefs and start to massage him.

"Fuck, don't stop." After you get him right where your want him do you finally pull his dick out. You take him in your hand and start to pump him slowly while licking the tip like an ice cream cone. You remove your hand and lick him from base to tip a few times just to him moan your name. You finally end this torture any take him in your mouth as far as you can take him, you hollow your cheeks and start to bob up and down on his dick. Faster than slow to just licks, then you start all over. You cups his balls gently while focus on his head.

"Okkkkkk OK stop." You look up at him while slowly sucking the tip. You take him out of your mouth, "Are you sure?" You take him back in your mouth and swirl your tongue around him. 

He practically pulls you off of him and has you on your back, with his fingers dip into your pussy, gathering up your sweet nectar and bringing to his mouth. He lick his fingers clean and kisses you and slips his tongue in to give you a taste, he can taste himself in your mouth too. He pulls back and says,

"I just knew your pussy was dripping and I wanted some." He slides down your body and spreads your legs so wide and then pushes them up towards you. You are staring down and him as he take his tongue and swipes up your entire pussy.

"Buck...."

He does it again, but this time slower and when he get to your clit he takes it in his mouth. Your head falls back and you can barely stay up on your elbows.

"Hey look at me baby, I want you to watch me eat my pussy." You swear you are going to burst into tears, horny tears.

"I don't think I can." You choke out.

"Please, can you try, please."  You bring your head back up and try to scoot up so you can lean against the headboard. He releases his hold on your legs and the second you are touching the headboard he get you right back in that same position. Then starts the same way again he swipes up your pussy 3 times and the 4th time he swipes up he sucks on your clit. You have lost all abilities to talk or moan you are just whimpering as he keeps doing it over and over. He opens his mouth sticks his tongue out and starts at the back of your pussy and swipes up the whole thing until he flicks your clit, he finally starts doing it faster and faster sucking on your clit a little bit longer each time.

"Please, Buck.....please, please make me cum. I can't do it any longer." You cry out. 

He finally stops and the whole bottom half of his face is drenched in you. The sight alone could make you cum.

"Are you begging me to make you cum?"

"YESSSSSSS I am begging you to let me cum, please."

"But aren't you enjoying this," he leans over and sucks your clit in his mouth slowly waiting until its out of his mouth before slurping it back in, you moan out his name.

"Yes, always but....please."

You thought you had seen the many side of naughty Bucky but damn this whole new side was down right nasty. He says no words he just dives back into your pussy and is finally taking you to the finish. He has let go of your legs and now has his hands on your ass bringing you closer to his mouth. 

"Oh fuck thank you........thank.........mmmmm."

The pre-orgasm tension from all that build up snaps like a rubber band and you are cuming so hard are are practically fighting against his mouth that hasn't stopped attacking your clit. He grips your thighs so tight.

"Holy shit I am cuming......... I'm cuming.....Ohhhh my God........"

You are finally able to get away from his mouth.

"Holy shit I have never in my life cum like that, I thought it was never going to stop." You say giggling.

He just smiles at you as he wipes his mouth with his left hand.

You scoot up to the middle of the bed as he gets up and follows, you roll on to your stomach and get on all fours.

"Wow.........." He says as you look back at him.

He runs his hands over your hips and leans down and kisses your back.

he then unhooks your bra and tosses it. He stands up to take off the rest of his clothes and  quickly comes back to you. He then grabs your hips and presses himself against your folds  and slides into you as you moan and immediately clench around him.

"Ohhhh my God, Buck" 

"You feel amazing." He is thrusting into you so deep.

This position will having you a crying mess soon, you try to clench around him to help him cum and his steady pace is about to have you cuming already.

"Oh god right there...........right there.......... I'm cuming."

"Again, can you do it again." He keeps his same pace and hitting that same spot. He can feel you start to clench again. 

You barely have any time to recover before you are clenching around him again.

"Oh my goodness........ oh, oh....I'm.....cuming."

His grip on your hips tightens as he leans back and brings you with him, he is now thrusting up into you and has right hand on your hip and his vibranium hand is on your left breast. He feels you start to tremble around him again and this one brings him over the edge with you, he continues to thrust into you until he is empty. You both fall to the bed exhausted.

"I have no words for how amazing that was....." He says as a sigh.

"Right....we definitely can't do this position at the house."

"Nope. Not at all! Sam would move out." 

You both laugh as Bucky grabs his blanket over you both.

~~~

"I.......Um.........I.......damnnnnnnnn. I don't think I'll look at Buck ever the same." Connie says.

"Right!? He had me walking funny that whole weekend." You say staring at the ceiling.

You both look over at Avery who has her eyes closed.

"Your ass better not be asleep." You say.

"I'm not. I just mentally restarted your story.........damn.........get it girl........hold up........." Avery sits up immediately.

"Are you you two not using condoms?!"

"Say what?” Connie say.

"Umm....well...."